Date: Sat, 23 May 2009 05:27:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: curious <pansutorht@yahoo.com>
Subject: Myrtle and Me

This story is basically fiction. If you like what you read please feel free
to e-mail me your comments at pansutorht@yahoo.com

Myrtle and Me

So who does she look like? Well for those who really need to know think
back to 1982, specifically to a bill board promoting avocado consumption.
On it lays a stunning 51 year old blond haired woman possessing a
curvaceous womanly body wearing a clinging white leotard top, her long
supple legs are clad in soft sheer black pantyhose, and she is wearing a
pair of spiky silver strapped high heels. She's smiling at the camera and
holding a fork with a slice of avocado stuck in the tines. The slogan reads
"Would this body lie to you?" The model is Angie Dickinson, you know Pepper
Anderson from the 70's TV show Police Woman. Better still, for those of you
who want to, go out and rent the 1980 movie Dressed to Kill. The hot blond
mature woman in the back seat of the cab having sex with a total stranger
during the opening scenes, that's Angie Dickinson too.

Myrtle Jean Simms is Angie Dickinson on that billboard. Well, okay,
actually she was a dead ringer look alike for Angie Dickinson and the same
age as her. But you know what I mean. Myrtle, and never ever call her MJ,
is special to me. She's my, my...oh what is she? I can't just say she's
special, she is. But she's more than that to me. She, Myrtle, isn't just a
special person to me; she's my friend, she's my old baby sitter, the woman
whom I say helped raise me as I grew up. When I needed a shoulder to cry
on, Myrtle was there for me. When I needed someone to listen, she was there
for me. When I needed advice, she was there for me. When I needed
comforting, she was there for me. Myrtle was my confidant. She was a woman
I trusted and loved. And after I turned 13 Myrtle became my whole world
when she and I became secret lovers.

So how does a 13 year old Lakota girl from Eagle Butte, South Dakota, end
up in a lesbian relationship with an older white woman? Easy! Myrtle Jean
Simms sexually abused me and then shortly after that she seduced me. She
took advantage of young trusting girl and exploited her. Between the ages
of 13 and 16, from 1980 to 1983 Myrtle Jean Simms made me into her sexual
plaything, her hot wanton little sex toy for 3 years, 3 wonderful years. Oh
the things I let that older white woman do to me as a young teen. The sex
we had together was fantastic. Myrtle knew my body better than I did and
she could play me like a fiddle whenever she wanted to. The emotional
rollercoaster I was on back then, oh god when I recall those times with her
I can't help but grow moist and warm between my legs.

I'm 41 years old now and after the experience I've just had myself this
year, just a short time ago. I've decided to write about my illicit and
highly illegal sexual affair with Myrtle because 29 years after being
seduced by that gorgeous lady I've discovered something about myself that
shocks me, sickens me, but truly thrills me. You see 29 years ago I was
sexually molested and then shortly afterwards seduced and abused by a
mature older woman and now here in 2009 I myself have become Myrtle Jean
Simms. Now I'm the older woman who has sexually seduced and abused a young
girl and I'm the one who has brought a young lithe teen into her bed. The
irony of my situation amazes me.  Perhaps I'd never have attempted to write
my story if I hadn't ever come across this site, this archives. But I did
and now I'm doing something cathartic, that means therapeutic, which also
means liberating, and that is finally allowing myself to open up about my
life and anonymously reveal to everyone reading this story what happened to
me when I was a young teenage girl. Only two people in the whole world
already know what I'm about to write and post here for everyone to read,
and although I'm a bit nervous about doing this; I'm anxious to write about
Myrtle and me. And perhaps as I share this with all of you I'll even slip
in some details about my own very recent sexual seduction of little
Lexi. Oh God what I did to that sweet, precious, little 14 year old dynamo
who just happens to be one of my freshman students at Rapid City Christian
School, nearly takes my breath away.

Perhaps I'll share about Lexi, my wicked little nymph Lexi, but first,
Myrtle and Me.

Myrtle Jean Simms and I became friends in 1980. I was two months shy of
turning 13 years old when mom brought her home from work to our house so
she could introduce her to me. We'd been living here in Rapid City South
Dakota for two years by then since 1978. Dad bought us an old ranch style
house on Robinson just off East St. Patrick Street after moving our family
here. We moved to Rapid from Eagle Butte on the Cheyenne River Indian
Reservation because mom and dad both got jobs working at the Indian Health
Clinic over at the Sioux San. Dad was a janitor, and mom a file clerk. I
love this town and living here in the Black Hills. Rapid City is absolutely
the greatest place on earth to live. After I went away to college and got
my teaching degree, I didn't get to come home again until I was nearly 30
years old. But 11 years ago I finally found a teaching position at RCCS and
since then I've vowed to never again leave. I'm happy here. Everything I
want in this life is here in this town for me and so why would I ever move
away.

Anyway, I digress, so back to my story. Okay it is February 1980 and mom
comes home from work bringing this beautiful blond haired middle age white
woman with her. Dad isn't home yet, and as mom calls me into the kitchen to
introduce me to Ms. Myrtle Jean Simms, I learn why she's there. Dad's uncle
had died the day before and he and mom were going to drive back to Eagle
Butte to attend his funeral. Neither of them wanted me to attend with them,
and honestly I really did not want to go either. I hate funerals and avoid
them whenever I can. So knowing how I feel about funerals, mom and dad
decided to allow me to stay behind and get someone to babysit me. The
funeral wasn't until Monday, but they wanted to have the weekend to visit
with family and friends so that meant Ms. Simms and I would be alone with
each other for at least 3 days, from Friday afternoon till late Monday
evening.

Myrtle Jean Simms was a co-worker of mom's, and they were friends. Although
this was my first time meeting her I learned later that her, mom and dad,
had instantly hit it off together when they met after going to work at
Sioux San. In today's jargon mom and Myrtle were BFF's, best friends
forever, and after being introduced to her that evening at our kitchen
table, I have to admit Myrtle was one of those people that you just
instantly take a liking too. There was an instant rapport between her and
I. From the moment we were introduced she paid attention to me, she
listened to what I had to say, and it was like her and I had known each
other my entire life. Heck I wasn't even aware of mom leaving us together
to go and change cloths before getting supper ready. I loved that woman
from the moment I met her and she and I spent nearly the whole evening
together visiting back and forth until finally it was time for her to go
home.

That first weekend Myrtle spent with me as my parents were away was simply
fantastic. Although the weather was quite bad outside, it snowed like crazy
Saturday, she and I had a wonderful time indoors watching TV, playing
games, visiting, and just simply getting to know each other. What I loved
about her was how girly she was. She could giggle over all the silly things
I told her and I remember how totally uninhibited I felt as I spoke to her
of my dreams concerning what I wanted to be when I grew up. Although I was
still just a young girl I was nearing the end of puberty when she first
babysat me and it was Myrtle, not mom, who took me out to buy my first ever
box of tampons that weekend because my menstrual flow finally started on
Saturday afternoon. I still laugh over how weird and painful it felt
getting used to having a tampon inside me. To help me relax and show me how
to put one in, Myrtle took me into our bathroom and after telling me to
pull down my panties and sit down on the toilet, she demonstrated for me,
by putting one into herself, how to insert the applicator tube into my
pussy and then slowly pull it out and leave behind the tampon. You know, it
never embarrassed me in the least to do this in front her and allow her to
guide my hands down between my legs. Heck I didn't even flinch when I felt
her place her hand on top of my little pussy and use her fingers to peel
back my budding lips. It just seemed like a natural thing for her to do and
frankly I more or less thought as I pushed the applicator into me,
squealing out and gasping that it hurt, that if mom had been home she would
probably be in there helping me in much the same manner as Myrtle
was. Anyway for the rest of the day I held myself real stiff-like walking
about the house because wearing a tampon for the first time felt weird and
just a bit painful. Seeing me all stiff-like though did cause Myrtle to
just break out in laughter as she watched how measured and slowly I
walked. I kept telling her to stop laughing at me, that it wasn't funny,
but before long she had me laughing about myself as well.

When mom and dad got back late Monday evening I remember hugging Myrtle
tightly, and I actually wept as she left our house. From that weekend
onward, whenever mom and dad needed someone to babysit me, be it to go out
of town on a trip, or simply go out to a movie and spend some adult time
with each other, Myrtle was always there ready to come over and
babysit. But coming over to babysit me wasn't the only time I got to spend
time with her. No, remember I said she and mom were friends. There were
several times between babysitting stints that mom brought her over to the
house for evening dinner and visits whenever dad had to work the 4 to 12
shift at Sioux San. When Myrtle came over to spend an evening with mom I
was always allowed to take part in their conversations and spend time with
them until it was time for me to go to bed. Like me, I could tell mom
really liked Myrtle. Heck it wasn't long before I began hugging her and
giving her a kiss goodnight just like I did to mom when my bedtime rolled
around. I remember how tightly she would hug me then, and just loved it
when she began to insist upon going back to my room with me to tuck me into
bed. Before she led me off out of the living room and down the hallway to
my bedroom by the hand she would tell mom to fix them a glass of chilled
wine and a small plate of sliced cheese and crackers while she put me to
bed. And I would watch mom get up and disappear into the kitchen as Myrtle
ignored my protests over letting me stay up until it was time for herself
to say goodnight and go home.

Always after putting me to bed, Myrtle would sit down next to me and brush
the hair from my eyes and we'd engage in some innocent small talk with each
other until she finally leaned down and gave me a soft peck on my lips and
then with a pat on the top of my head she'd declare it bedtime, get up,
walk over to the door, turn off the lights and as she closed the door she'd
wish me sweet dreams. Content, happy, warm, and knowing she truly loved me
as I loved her, I would lay there in my bed and smile up at the ceiling
thinking to myself how lucky I was to have two such wonderful women as mom
and Myrtle in my life. In many ways I considered Myrtle a second mother to
me. She was kind, caring, loving, and always ready to do whatever I asked,
excusing of course my requests to stay up late. But knowing that's how moms
are I accepted having to go bed and I'd drop off rather quickly after being
tucked in. Yeah I really thought my life was perfect whenever mom brought
Myrtle home while dad was at work.

Once, I don't remember the specific night, I woke up feeling groggy. Still
half asleep I thought I felt something touching me down between my legs. I
remember moaning softly and felt myself involuntarily part my legs as
whatever it was touching me down there gently tweaked and rubbed together
my pussy lips. I thought I was dreaming because whatever was touching me
felt so good. Liking what was happening I was beginning to wake up when I
heard a sharp intake of breath as I spread and pulled my legs apart;
bending my knees and pulling my legs up and up until the soles of my feet
were touching. Half asleep I was opening myself up to whatever was touching
me but when I did this the gentle touching stopped and for just a moment I
was sure I heard someone whispering something but I couldn't make it
out. What I do remember was drifting back off to sleep and waking up the
next morning feeling absolutely refreshed and invigorated.

I so loved having Myrtle tuck me in at night. As my birthday approached,
getting closer and closer, one evening mom had Myrtle over and after
spending the whole evening laughing like silly girls. Myrtle declared it my
bedtime and hauled me off to my room while mom went about getting their
obligatory evening wine, cheese and cracker, refreshments together. After
Myrtle led me over to my bed I bent over to turn down my covers. I could
feel her standing directly behind me watching what I was doing. When I
straightened up and turned around to get my goodnight hug I reached for
Myrtle and as always she took me in her arms. Usually whenever she did so I
would turn my head to one side resting my cheek along the front of one of
shoulders and hug her back with as much intensity as she hugged me. But
that night instead of remaining straight and upright she slipped her arms
underneath mine and this forced me to put my arms around her neck instead
of her torso. The stance she was in and the way I had to stand holding her
around the neck made me lean back a bit. Since she was taller than me,
especially in the high heels she always seemed to be wearing, I found
myself looking up into her face. I remember how she stared at me; how this
little expression she had made me sort of tip my head slightly to one side
as we looked into each other's eyes. Thinking nothing else but to hug her
and receive my kiss goodnight. I cracked a small smile and started to tell
her goodnight when I felt her tighten her arms around me. Feeling her hands
splay out across my back I straighten up and began rising to my tip toes so
I could hug her but as I tried to do so she suddenly bent her head down
towards mine. I wasn't expecting anything other than your standard soft
motherly press of the lips kind of kiss, but as our faces drew closer I
felt her tighten her grip around me and just a bit forcefully she pulled me
into her, just like you see men do to women in all those romance
movies. Never suspecting what was coming, I was taken aback when she kissed
me squarely on my lips and it wasn't motherly. No, she covered my mouth
with hers and on my back I could feel her running her hands down along my
spine, dropping them down, sliding then across the small of my back until
she cupped me underneath my butt cheeks. At first I was shocked at what she
was doing and I kept my eyes wide open as I felt her part her lips and slip
the tip of her tongue along my own. As she used her tongue to force me to
open my mouth I felt her squeeze my ass, digging her fingers into my
cheeks, pulling me into her until my tummy and pelvis were pressed up tight
against her. Surprised, startled, but not resisting in any way, I allowed
her to hold me tightly against her as she gave me a deep, long, hard,
French kiss in my mouth.

Oh my goodness I'd never been kissed with a tongue before! Hell I hadn't
even been kissed by a boy before. As she swirled her tongue inside my
mouth, running hers over mine, I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy my
first real ever kiss. I still remember how totally arousing and thrilling
it felt to have her tongue in my mouth. I held my breath and did nothing
except try to kiss her back. I felt excited by her kiss, but at the same
time I also knew that girls aren't supposed to kiss each other like Myrtle
and I were kissing. And neither is an adult woman supposed to be holding
onto a little girl like me by her buns. I knew it was wrong for her to be
holding me and kissing as she was but as our tongues explored one another's
mouths I couldn't help but enjoy all the strange new exciting feelings that
surged through me as I tried to match the intensity of Myrtle's probing
flicking tongue. Simply because I needed a gulp of air I pulled back just
enough to part my lips from hers and as I drew in a fresh breath I heard
her mummer in satisfaction at me. Wow was I feeling a tumultuous boil of
emotions as the two of us kissed again. It felt so good being held in her
arms and feeling her lips on mine as our tongues meshed, twisted, and slid
over each other. I remember how the goose bumps popped out all over my body
and I can still recall the sharp little stinging feelings I felt when my
tiny brown nipples grew hard and erect and stuck out underneath my thin
cotton nightgown. I'd only just finished going through puberty and my
breast were still developing. I was out of my training bra but I was only
an A-cup. Still though I did have breasts, small yes, but little girl firm
and fortunately for me, perfectly symmetrical and proportioned.

A small whimper of pleasure escaped me as I felt Myrtle bend me
backward. Between us on my pelvis I felt her grind up hard against me. The
small undulating circular motion she made against me felt so good that I
gasped ever so slightly in her mouth. I felt her release the hold she had
on my left buttock and she slid her hand down towards the back of my
thigh. As she reached downward I felt her exert an upward pressure on the
back of my leg, signaling to me that she wanted me to lift it up. I did so
and she guided me to hook my leg around hers which I did
willingly. Slipping my leg around the back of her knee I jerked bodily when
my bare leg slid over the top of her nylon stocking she wore underneath her
dress. The exquisite softness of the nylon stocking surprised me. I'd never
in my life ever touched nylons before. Oh mom wore hose as did most women
in those days. But I had never felt nylons against my skin until that night
when I hooked my leg around Myrtle's. The texture of the material, its
silky smoothness, that shocked me because I never dreamed that anything
could be so soft and luscious. Unable to control myself I began rubbing my
leg up and down Myrtle's and between my legs, deep inside my youthful pussy
I felt a deep pulsating rush of blood flow into my vulva swelling it
outward. A warm moistness began to spread throughout my little pussy and I
stood there on just one foot, holding Myrtle tightly around the neck
kissing her as passionately as I could. I remember as we kissed just how
desperately I wished that I myself was wearing a pair of my very own nylon
stockings.

Myrtle told me later after we began our illicit and very illegal sexual
affair that I had nearly made her lose her balance and would probably have
ended up tipping the two us over onto the floor if she hadn't broken off
our kiss. She told me I nearly made her stocking leg buckle underneath her
because I was rubbing up against her stocking so hard. But I don't remember
it. What I do remember is when she did break our kiss I felt her push my
uplifted leg back down to the floor and she turned me slightly off to one
side, making me stand apart from her so there was a small open space
between us. That's when she lifted her hand up and placed her open palm
over my pussy, grabbing me between the legs, kneading and stimulating my
pussy with her fingers through my nightgown and cotton panties I wore
underneath. The way she touched me, pressed down on me, rubbed me and
probed me simply took my breath away. It felt so good I thought I would
faint on her. My little pussy was already moist before she touched it with
her hand but almost immediately after she started fondling me I literally
soaked my panties through and through.  I know and knew even then as all
this was happening that what Myrtle was doing to me was wrong. Oh it was so
wrong. So terribly wrong and I should have tried to make her stop. I should
have pulled away from her and run crying from my bedroom and out into the
house calling for mom and telling her that Myrtle was doing wicked nasty
things to me. But I didn't, and I couldn't. I just couldn't prevent myself
from enjoying what she was doing to me. And honestly, as I stood in front
of her with my eyes tightly shut, trying to breathe as quietly as I could
because I feared mom would hear me panting in lust. I wished with all my
heart for the moment to never end. I didn't want Myrtle to stop even though
I knew that what she was doing to me was against the law. I should have
tried to fight her off, resisted her, I should have tried to push her away
and I should have recoiled from her. But instead I allowed her to touch me,
to literally sexually molest me in my own bedroom with my mother in the
house without any protest whatsoever.  As I stood in place still in
Myrtle's embrace she leaned down and kissed me again. It didn't last long
and when our lips parted I heard her whisper to me to remain quite, to
utter no sound as she stopped touching my pussy. I know it was only a
moment but time seemed to freeze as I looked up into Myrtle's face. In
front me I saw how she smiled at me and I could tell from the look she had
that she was pleased with how I was reacting to what she had done. "Oh
sweetie," she whispered to me. "I've wanted to feel you like this for so
long," she said. "I'm so happy you're not upset with me for kissing you."

"You're such a hot little girl," she told me and again she lightly kissed
me on the lips. "Oh my little angle we have to stop," she said and I felt
her gently but firmly pushed me away from her. "Baby girl we have to stop
now. We have to stop or your mommy might come in and see this." I hated to
end what we were doing. I didn't want be pushed away. But she was right. If
we kept kissing each other, if she kept touching me, pretty soon mom would
be wondering what was going on and she would come to my room to check on
us. If she came in and caught Myrtle holding me in her arms, kissing me,
touching me, she'd freak and throw her out. "You can't tell your mommy what
I've done honey. You can't tell her what we've done here tonight," Myrtle
whispered. There was sense of urgency in her voice, but it didn't cover up
the tone of authority she spoke with. "She'd never understand honey. She
must never find out about this. You have to keep this secret okay," she
said and that last was spoken to me like a command.

Not trusting myself to speak I just nodded my head at her and then she told
me to climb into bed which I did. "Remember darling," she whispered as she
sat down on the bed and tidied up my covers. "Don't ever say anything about
this to your mommy," and she leaned over me looking me straight in the
face. As I lay there looking up at her she grabbed my hand and as we
continued to stare at each other she pulled my hand and arm forward. Not
knowing what she intended to do but not resisting I let her take my hand
and I gasped open mouthed as she pressed my hand down tightly against her
stocking leg. Listening in awe as she uttered a muted groan she guided my
hand up underneath her dress until she pressed it tightly up against her
own pussy. "Never tell mommy about this," she said again as she leaned down
and kissed on the mouth. As we kissed I felt her part her legs, giving me
better access to touch her pussy through her panties. Not really knowing
what I should do I just rubbed the back of my hand across her, pressing
into her, hoping that my touching her like that would feel good for her.

When we broke our kiss Myrtle removed my hand from between her legs but as
she did I let my hand slide down along her stocking thighs and marveled
again at how soft and luscious they felt against the palm of my hand. As
she straightened up then got up from my bed, I lay there promising myself
that I was going to ask mom to take me to the store, K-Mart, the following
day and I was going to have her buy me some nylon stockings just like
Myrtle wore. I just had to have a pair of my own that I could put on and
wear so I could prance around in them and revel in how soft and comforting
I believed they would feel on my legs. As I thought this way I noted how
Myrtle was suddenly behaving as though nothing out of the ordinary had
happened. Standing over me I listened as she declared it bedtime and walked
over to the door. Turning to look at me, she turned off the lights, and as
she had always done as she closed my bedroom door she looked at me one last
time and wished me sweet dreams.  Wow! What a night! As I lay there in the
darkness of my room I couldn't believe what had just happened. Everything
felt so unreal to me as I stared up at my ceiling. I couldn't believe what
Myrtle had done to me, and as I stared into the darkness I couldn't believe
how much I'd liked what she'd done. I thought about how she kissed me, how
she held me, how she touched me, and how wonderfully strange and
fantastically exciting it felt to have someone do that to me. At age 12 I
wasn't stupid about my body or about sex. I knew what sex was, heck I'd
heard mom and dad going at it for years in their room. And I knew that what
Myrtle had done wasn't sex. But sex or not what she'd done to me that night
had been wonderful and it had felt so good. Yet as good as it had been to
be kissed for the first time, and to have someone touch my little pussy so
wantonly and wickedly as Myrtle had done. I also knew that what she'd done
to me was wrong. It had been so very, very wrong. Adults weren't supposed
to do those kinds of things to kids and if anyone ever found out about it
the adult would go to jail.

When I began thinking this way is when I began to feel myself grow
frightened over what had happened. Oh my God! What if mom found out about
this? What if dad found out about this? If either of my parents were to
ever discover what Myrtle did to me than she'd have to go jail because of
it. The idea of watching Myrtle get arrested, seeing her hauled off to jail
was so distressing that I began to weep softly, quietly to myself. I didn't
want her to go to jail. I didn't want to lose her and not have her be a
part of my life. The idea of her being arrested and punished for what she'd
done to me, doing nasty things to me that had felt so good, I just couldn't
handle it if she were arrested. So that night I vowed and promised myself
to never ever tell anyone what we'd done. I would keep secret our forbidden
love, and I would never tell on Myrtle.  Forbidden love! Yeah that's what I
thought and how I characterized that night when Ms. Myrtle Jean Simms
molested me in my own home, in my own bedroom, all the while my mom was in
our kitchen fixing her and she a late evening snack of wine, cheese, and
crackers. God I was so naive. Whenever I look back on that night I smirk
and just shake my head because the little girl in that bed immediately
romanticized her sexual molestation by a trusted adult. She convinced
herself that what had happened to her had been something good, something
pure, something, something, oh hell I don't know. All I do know is I was
stupid to believe that what Myrtle did to me was just another, more
intimate, more deeper way of showing me how much she loved me. So instead
of doing the right thing, instead of telling my mom and dad what she'd done
to me I kept quiet about it.

Well as you can guess that night I didn't get must sleep, and what little I
did get was restless and fitful. I'd doze off then pop awake. I tossed and
turned, kicked covers, twisted back and forth, and just had a real
difficult night. At some point, it had to be past midnight, I snapped awake
and lay still as I struggled to make out a muffled noise I thought I heard
in the house. Through my closed bedroom door I could hear some music
playing softly out in the living room and behind that is where I had heard
the other noise. The music covered it over, whatever it was, but it didn't
conceal it. As I lay there listening I thought what I was hearing were soft
cries, low moans and groans, but I wasn't sure. For a moment I thought I
would get up and got into the living room to see what was going on and who
was making those noises but then discarded the idea. So I just rolled over
and turned my back to the door and tried my best to go back to sleep.

In the morning, after I got up and went pee, that's when I began to
experience feelings of guilt and remorse over what happened with Myrtle and
me. It was hard to accept what had occurred and although I had enjoyed
being kissed, and fondled, with the start of a new day things weren't as
clear cut for me as they had been the night before. All day I kept thinking
about what had happened. I could close my eyes and imagine I could smell
Myrtle's perfume, or taste the sweetness of soft mouth. I gave myself
chills throughout the day as I remembered how it felt to have her hands
sliding across my back, over my tight little buns, and then without wanting
it to happen I felt myself grow warm and moist between my legs as I
pictured her touching me down there. All day long I played out what
happened over and over again in my mind. In class I was listless, and I
honestly don't remember how I got myself through the day. But that evening
when I was home lying on my bed the reality of what had happened to me
finally sunk in and for reasons I still can't explain, let alone describe,
I slipped into a state of depression. I felt lethargic and withdrew into a
kind of protective emotional shell. I wanted to be alone and I started
asking myself why? Why had Myrtle done that to me? I felt guilty over what
had happened and for some reason I began to blame myself for what had
happened. Each time I thought about Myrtle taking me in her arms, giving me
my first kiss, or the way in which she touched my body, and how down
between my legs she used her fingers to stimulate me, making me get all wet
and hot down there. Thinking about those things over and over again would
always end up exciting me, and because I would feel my little nipples begin
to stiffen, because I would feel myself getting moist over those memories,
I began hating myself for it. Jesus did I ever turn myself into an
emotional wreck. Heck I made myself so confused over things that my
emotional demeanor over the next two weeks left me bad-tempered and just
plain old pissy acting, one moment I'd feel all lost and lonely, and then
that feeling would be followed by a sense of anxiety and irritation. Mom
kept after me to tell her what was wrong but I just remained quiet and
tried hard to show her by looking away and staring off into space trying to
ignore her that I didn't want to talk about what was bothering me. I was
suffering from feelings of shame, and ashamed of what had happened to
me. Like I said I knew what Myrtle had done had been wrong. But every time
I thought about how she'd kissed me, how she'd touched me, I ended up
feeling more and more confused about things because the memory of how
wonderful it felt when she did those things to me made me wish that she'd
do them again.

I guess I did what any kid who's gone through something like that does; I
tried hard to push those things out of my head and forget them. But it was
hard to forget. It was actually impossible because nearly every other day
mom would bring Myrtle back to our house for dinner and late evening
visits. The first time she had Myrtle over during dinner I just sat there
with my head down eating, not saying a single thing, and once I finished my
plate I asked mom if I could be excused. I lied to her saying that I was
terribly tired and suffering from a bad headache. But avoiding Myrtle was
impossible. Because of her friendship with mom and dad she was always
around and there was no way I could avoid her. I tried my best to behave
decently around her but every time I looked at her I felt an incredible
sense of guilt over what she'd done to me. But what is really sickening is
even as I tried to stay away from her, every time I was in her presence I
looked closely at her, trying to discover if she would signal to me in some
secret way that she wanted to kiss and touch me again. It's strange but I
wanted to hate her and yet at the same time I wanted to be with her
again. This emotional conflict I felt towards her pained me and I ended up
hating myself because I would catch myself just staring at her. Staring
hard and admiring how beautiful she was, how pretty she looked, and as hard
as I tried to do it on the sly, I would always end up looking at her legs,
her beautiful long shapely stocking clad legs that she would cross whenever
she sat down in our living room. I wanted so badly to just be able to touch
her stocking legs and feet and for the life of me I couldn't understand
where this yearning came from. This desire shocked me when I finally
recognized it one evening about two weeks after she'd molested me.

The old saying is that time heals all wounds. I have to agree with that
belief because as the days passed by my conflicting emotions towards Myrtle
and about myself began to sort themselves out. I guess I more or less
learned to accept what had happened between us and one of the great things
about being a kid is the problems of life are basically momentary
especially if your problem is based on something physical that happens to
you. Kids, all kids, have this incredible ability to recover from something
traumatic, especially if the trauma is something that physically feels good
to you. Now I have to state again as I've admitted already that being
sexually molested by Myrtle felt good to me. It excited me, thrilled me,
and just plain felt wonderful to me. Although I was emotionally conflicted
over it the memory of those good feelings I experienced, my body
experienced, those memories proved more powerful within me than did the
knowledge that what Myrtle did to me was wrong. I don't remember what led
me to do it but essentially I just stopped feeling bad over getting kissed
and felt up. Once I stopped feeling guilty about it I came out of my
emotional shell and began behaving as I always did and that was simply
being a lively, fun loving little girl again. Once my mood changed I lost
any of apprehension about being around Myrtle again but I do have to admit
that I felt nervous if she got to close to me. I guess I always thought she
might try to molest me again if given another chance to do so, and I feared
she might try touching me inappropriately, sneaking a feel off of me if she
could. Perhaps she might try to brush up against me, or maybe grab me
whenever mom wasn't looking. Heck I don't know. Suffice to say that I may
have felt non-apprehensive in her presence but I did take steps to ensure
that I never let myself get into a situation where we touched physically in
anyway.  It's when I felt comfortable around her again that I began
fixating on her stocking clad legs whenever she was at our house. The
desire in me to want to press my lips against her hose and feel the
softness they possess and gently lick and kiss them was a longing I didn't
comprehend at first. All I do know is I began to daydream about women's
nylon stockings and hosiery in general, wondering to myself what it must
feel like to wear nylons on your legs? I can look back now over the years
and see myself at age 12 developing the nylon stocking fetish I presently
possess as an adult. I suppose my fetish for stockings began that night in
my bedroom when Myrtle hooked my bare leg around hers. So okay I'm not sure
but regardless of its origin one of the things I began doing concerning my
developing stocking fetish is when Myrtle and mom sat in the living room to
visit after dinner, Myrtle would remove her high heels and I would look at
the shape of her pretty feet and admire how delicate and dainty they looked
encased by her stockings. She wore reinforced heel and toe stockings and
the sight of the darker more deeply colored toe and heel portion of her
hose thrilled me to no end. As I cast sly glances at her stocking feet I
would feel a rush of excitement imagining myself running my hands over and
around them and pressing them up tightly against my face. I'd always glance
up to see if she ever noticed me looking at her stocking legs but if she
ever did she never in any way ever indicated it. Now don't anyone get me
wrong here. I'm not a foot licker, toe sucker, or sniffer. There are many
girls and women in this world who love footsie sex but I'm not one of
them. What attracts me concerning women's feet is their shape, and then
only if they have nylons on. No nylons, no attraction. Anyway I digress
again.

As the days passed and my birthday approached outwardly at least I had more
or less returned to a normal state of behavior. I was once again enjoying
being around Myrtle and the only real change in our relationship other than
keeping our physical distance from one another, was she no longer put me to
bed at night when she came over to our house. Not once did she try to make
me hug her, or go steal a moment alone with her. In fact just as she had
when she left my room leaving me alone lying in bed struggling to sort out
my thoughts and emotions, she behaved as if nothing had ever happened
between us. When my birthday finally arrived at the end of April mom, threw
me a very large birthday party and of course Myrtle was there helping her
watch over all of us kids and keeping us in check so we didn't destroy the
house and yard too much. The day was a fun one and everyone had a great
time. When it was time for everyone to go home that's when Myrtle for the
first time since that night in my bedroom hugged me and gave me an innocent
little kiss on the lips after wishing me happy birthday before she herself
left for home. I remember watching her from the hallway as with a smile on
her beautiful face she told me goodbye and with a wave she went home.

1980, mid-May and school in Rapid City let out for the summer. I'd passed
all my 7th grade classes with straight A's and I was feeling all happy and
excited at the thought of going onto the 8th grade in the fall. With high
school now only a year away I couldn't wait to finish junior high and
finally get to high school where when I finally became a freshman I would
at last be considered a young adult. Yeah I was overly happy that week
telling mom and dad I passed and I thought my summer vacation was going to
be all fun and games. But my good feelings and all the anticipation I was
feeling towards having myself a great summer vacation came crashing down
around me as on Thursday of that week. Mom and dad got word from Eagle
Butte that another one of dad's older brothers had died. Again they wanted
to drive back and take in the funeral and they'd made arrangements to do so
before they told me that day that they'd be leaving the next day. That
evening during supper mom told me that Myrtle would be babysitting for me
while she and dad went back home. But this time instead of Myrtle coming
over to our house to watch me over the weekend, she told me that when she'd
asked her to babysit me Myrtle had suggested that I go over to her place
for the weekend. She'd told mom that one of her nephews, the son of her
younger sister who lived in Sturgis was going to be staying with her
overnight on Friday. So instead of having to bring him with her to our
house she felt it would be easier if mom and dad just had me stay the
weekend at place. When mom told me I was going to her place for the weekend
I nearly choked and ended up coughing up some of my water I was
drinking. As I got myself under control and excused myself from the table
to go and wash up in the bathroom. I couldn't stop the sense of dread
welling up inside me as I struggled with the idea of being alone around
Myrtle.

Oh my god! If I had to go over to her place for the weekend I'd be more or
less alone with her for three days. Would she want to kiss me again? Would
she take me in her arms again and reach down between us to fondle me as she
had that night in my bedroom? What should I do? Should I refuse to go over
to her place? Was I going to have to tell mom and dad what she'd done to me
so I they wouldn't send me to her place so she could babysit for the
weekend? Oh man was I ever feeling sick over this matter. As I splashed
water in my face that is when I made up my mind to just go through with
being sent over to her place for the weekend while mom and dad were
away. Setting myself to just deal with whatever might happen once Myrtle
was alone with me I toweled my face and hands dry and went back into the
kitchen to finish my supper. What would be would be and besides, now that I
was 13 years old I was technically a big girl now and I should be old
enough to take care of myself. Well that's what I told myself as I sat down
at the table and set about finishing my plate.  Myrtle lived alone in a
rather nice house up on Skyline Drive. Her place wasn't fancy, fancy, but
it was, oh I suppose you'd have to say elegant. Her home was nestled inside
a grove of pine trees hiding the house from her nearest neighbors
view. Like all of the houses up on Skyline Drive her house had been built
on top of a small bench or ledge jutting out from the ridgeline. I suppose
you would have to describe her place as a bungalow house. It had three
small bedrooms, a kitchen-dining room, an intimate little living room with
the furniture arranged in front of modest but really picturesque fire
place. Outside off the kitchen she had a wooden deck. The ceilings in her
home were low and it made her place feel warm and friendly. When mom and
dad dropped me off Myrtle said she was still waiting on her sister to bring
her son, the nephew, over. As I got my suit case out of our car, mom and
Myrtle were visiting by the car and as I walked up Myrtle paused long
enough to look at me telling me to just take my things inside and that
she'd be in after me in just a few moments. I'd already said my goodbyes to
mom and dad so I went inside her home and just sort of stood inside her
doorway watching mom and Myrtle hug and then stared rather blankly at our
car backing up and then driving away.

When Myrtle came inside she was still smiling and behaving as if nothing
nasty had ever occurred between us. As she gave me a quick tour of her
home, walking me around the house, she showed me where I'd be sleeping and
then pointed to the room across the hall. She said if her nephew ever
showed up that evening that he would be sleeping in there. Telling me to
unpack my things she said to meet her in the kitchen. She would fix us both
something to drink and if I wanted to we could go into the living room, sit
down on her sofa and just do some catching up with each other. As she
walked away she told me she wanted to hear about all my little girl plans
for how I was going to spend my summer vacation and I have to admit that
the manner in which she was making me feel at home was really getting
through to me. By the time I got my things put away and finally went into
the kitchen I'd lost any sense of fear of being alone with her. It really
did feel like nothing had ever happened between us and that was just fine
with me.

Myrtle fixed herself a drink and grabbing a coke from her fridge for me, we
went into her living room to visit. I sat on one end of her couch and she
sat at the other. I literally did open to her and began talking about what
I wanted to do over the summer as we sat there making small talk. I guess
it was around 6pm or so when her telephone rang and she went into the
kitchen to answer it. I paid little attention to her being absent and
simply occupied myself by looking around her living room. When she came
back in however she told me that the call had been from her sister and that
her nephew wouldn't be coming over after all. "But that's okay my girl,"
she said to me as she sat back down on her end of the couch. "Since Stevie
isn't coming, us girls can just hang out and do some girly things
tonight. Would you like to help me fix us dinner? I was thinking we could
make some fried rice and chicken. Does that sound good to you?"  "Sure," I
replied and so we got up and went about making us our evening dinner. Well
I have to be honest and write that spending time with her again; sharing
with her, working with her in the kitchen, and heck just being so normal
acting with her again was great. I didn't feel any stress, wasn't a bit
nervous or anxious anymore, and I honestly was enjoying myself. During
dinner our conversation suddenly turned to boys, specifically if there were
any boys in my school that I thought were cute and wouldn't mind going out
with if only I were old enough to be dating. Well as all young girls do
when the subject of boys comes up, I started giggling and feeling all
atwitter telling her that there really was a very cute boy in my class that
I thought was just the dreamiest thing to ever hit the school
hallways. This boy I was telling her about was you're A-typical sports nut
and it wasn't long before Myrtle and me were laughing hard with each other
as I told her how I'd been trying to make this boy notice me. "Oh sweetie,"
she told me. "You better get used to the idea of boys being blind to a
girl's interest in them, especially at the age you're in now. But I just
love you sharing these things with me because it makes me remember back
when I was your age and how I felt like you do now."

After dinner and after having to endure some serious but very funny teasing
from Myrtle, we went outside for a bit just as the sun began going
down. Although it was mid-May the air outside had grown quite
chilled. Feeling cold after just a few minutes on the deck, we both
mutually agreed that it would be better if we went back inside. Seeing
goose bumps on my arms as we went into the living room to reclaim the sofa
Myrtle went over to the fire place while I sat down and tucked my legs up
underneath me. I watched silently as in moments she built us a nice warm
fire in her fireplace. Once the flames got going she looked over at me on
the couch and said we needed some blankets to cover up with. "I'll get us
some covers and we can spend the rest of evening here and just watch the
fire. I just loving staring at the flames and watching them dance around in
the fireplace. They're so pretty and once the sun goes down if we leave the
lights off we can watch the flame throw shadows all over the room."

Well that sounded okay by me. From the wooden table top chest resting in
front of the couch she brought out two blankets and threw one over
me. Before she sat down though she went over to the shelves where her TV
and stereo were and flipping the toggle switch on her stereo she turned on
her radio. Fiddling with the tuning knob she found a nice soft rock station
for us to listen to. Setting the volume low she came back over to the
couch, told me to cover up so I'd be nice and toasty and then she sat
down. For a short time all we did was lounge on the couch and listen to the
music play while we watched the flames dance around inside the fire pit as
the sun set and outside it grew dark. I guess it was past 8:30 when she
straightened up looked over at me. "Do you know what would be perfect right
now honey," she said. "A nice large hot toddy with fresh cinnamon sprinkled
over it."

"What's a hot toddy?"

"It's a brandy. You mix it with hot water and honey."

"You mean its alcohol."

"Yes, but it's not something a person gets drunk on. It's a winter drink, a
nice warm drink adults fix to warm up with. It's like the grown up version
of a hot chocolate only there's no chocolate. I tell you what. How about I
fix us each a nice large warm mug? You can try it and if you don't care for
it I'll finish it for you." Before I could reply she got up and disappeared
into the kitchen. I could hear her getting glasses down, putting water on
to boil, and after about 10 minutes or so she came back into the living
room carrying two very large steaming mugs.

"Here you go sweetie," she said as she set a steaming mug down in front of
me on the chest in front of the sofa. "Now it's hot so just take a small
sip at first. Watch me," she said and I stared up at her as she raised her
own mug to her mouth, took a sip, then with a smile on her face she winked
at me and then tipped her mug up and downed the whole of its contents in
several swallows. "Whew," she said as she brought the cup down. "We Simms's
have a tradition my girl. You down your first toddy all at once to get all
warm inside right away and then you follow it with a second cup." As she
spoke she placed the palm of her left hand on her chest and made a little
face. "My, that toddy hit's the spot," she said. She smiled down at me and
since I knew she was waiting for me to drink. I sat up, reached out and
picked up my mug. The thing had to be 20 ounces because it was heavy. I had
to be careful not to let any of it spill over the rim as I raised it
up. Tentatively I sipped it as she had instructed me to, and then before I
gave myself anytime to think about it, I took a deep breath and drained my
cup as she had done. Now I have to admit that the taste of the toddy wasn't
bad at all. I could taste the honey in it as well as the cinnamon she'd
sprinkled on it. It really had been sweet tasting and the sweetness mixed
with the alcohol made it a very pleasant beverage to drink. Myrtle had said
that toddy's warm a person up and before I'd even managed to set my mug
back down I felt a warm feeling literally exploding throughout my
body. Wow!

Myrtle giggled at me as she saw a perplexed, surprised, but pleasant
expression cross my face as I set my mug back down. "Oh honey, that was
great. Now lie back and just let that warmth run through you and I'll go
fix us another cup." I did as she asked and when she returned with another
full mug I took it and again sipped it first.

"Tell you what," she said. "Let's repeat the Simms tradition again," and
with that she sipped her glass, and then downed the drink again. "Your turn
sweetie," she said.

Feeling challenged I downed mine without thinking. Again I felt a sudden
but nice expanding sense of warmth spread throughout my body and that time
as I brought my mug down from my mouth I had to stifle a small burp which
welled up in my throat. Seeing me cover my mouth to hide my belch made
Myrtle giggle and without a word she took my mug from me and once again she
disappeared to make another set of the drinks. When she got back with a
third steaming mug we repeated the Simms tradition once more. But this time
as I lifted my empty cup up for her to take the alcohol in the drink began
to kick in. I remember a nice warm numbness beginning to spread across my
lips as she took my glass.

"Okay honey," she asked?

"Yes," I replied.

"Do you feel all warm and nice inside?"

"Ummmm," was what I managed to utter as a response. By then the alcohol was
doing its thing and even though this was the first time in my life I'd ever
had any alcohol I knew I was as adults say, drunk. The brandy was making me
feel light headed and my face and lips had this really fuzzy kind of
feeling. I pursed my lips to try and work the fuzziness out of them but
although I repeated the lip purse several times it didn't help any at all.

"Okay dear," Myrtle said but her voice sounded really far away. "I think
you've had your limit." While she spoke I remember my head started spinning
and I admit that I felt just real funny all over by then. For reasons I'll
never know I suddenly began giggling and when I did the sound of my voice
sounded far away from me just like Myrtle's had. I don't know what I found
so funny but I remember my ears were ringing as I giggled up a storm while
Myrtle left to go to the kitchen. I do remember slouching up against the
arm rest on the sofa and letting my head just drop back because it really
felt heavy to me then. The brandy was doing its thing big time and as it
intoxicating effect swept over me I felt supremely relaxed and began to
drift off into sleep.

I must have blacked out because the next thing I can remember after Myrtle
left is just a blurry sense of fragmented memories. Memories of being
helped up from the sofa, of feeling someone lift me up, steadying me so I
wouldn't lose my balance. And then I vaguely remember being led into the
bathroom. I know now because Myrtle told me that after she got me up from
her couch she took me into the bathroom, stripped me, then she helped me
into the shower. She told me because I don't remember any of it that once
she stripped me she also disrobed and had gotten into the shower with
me. She had to she said because otherwise I would have probably collapsed
and ended up drowning myself. But her real reason for showering with me she
said was so she could get naked with me and after soaping the two of us up
rub herself up against my nude body. Besides just getting herself all hot
and bothered while she washed me up, Myrtle also told me that if two girls
are going to have sex with each and you want a woman to plop her pussy onto
your face it can be a huge turn off to try and eat a woman's pussy out if
as your tongue fucking your partner your nose gets pressed into a dirty,
smelly, sweaty ass. So since she'd planned all along to take me into her
bed that night she wanted to make certain I was nice and clean for
sex. Anyway she not only washed my body clean but she washed my hair as
well. I'd like to say I do remember showering with her but that wouldn't be
honest of me. I simply don't. Myrtle told me that after drying me off,
wiping me down with a towel. She'd made me sit down on the toilet,
occasionally having to hold me by a shoulder to keep me steady as she blow
dried my hair. Then once she had me all clean and dried off she helped me
up and that's when she said she took me into her bedroom where that night
she quite literally raped me over and over until finally late into the
night the two of us finally lay totally sated and exhausted in each other's
arms. Anyway when I do finally remember regaining my senses I did so
because I started becoming aware of seeing a series of very bright flashing
lights going off in front me. The flashes were so bright that even with my
eyes closed I could see them going off behind my eye lids. Wondering what
in the world could be causing me to see such bright lights and thinking it
was the brandy making me see this I opened my eyes momentarily trying to
see what was going on. But when I opened them to look a flash went off in
front of my face and I all I could see was a large blue dot floating in the
air out in front of me.

The bright light hurt and I squeezed my eyes shut. I remember scrunching up
my face and tucking my chin down trying to avoid the light by hiding from
it. It dawned on me as I did this that wherever I was, I didn't know yet,
that I was lying down on a bed on my left side. I would have raised my
hands up to cover my eyes to block out that dam flashing which kept going
off in front of me but when I tried to that's when I discovered that my
wrists were bound tightly together behind my back. I remember jerking hard
then, my whole body contorted and a sense of utter panic engulfed me as I
struggled against the bonds holding my wrists together. I tried to scream
and an overpowering sense of fear and panic came over me but when I tried
to open my mouth I couldn't because someone had placed a length of surgical
tape over my lips effectively gagging me. The only noise I could make with
my mouth taped shut were a series of muffled moans and groans. To this day
I can still hear the throaty mummer of a scream I made as I tried to open
my mouth. God I was so scared. What was happening? What had happened?

Tears began streaming down my face as I became more and more aware of the
predicament I'd awoken too. I felt a shudder of terror run over my body and
I started shaking uncontrollably. Where was Myrtle? What was going here?
Where was I? Why were my hands tied behind my back? What was going on?
Scared, crying, confused, I forced myself to open my eyes. I struggled to
make sense of what was going on and where I was. I tried twisting my arms,
I tried lifting them again, all in an effort to somehow wiggle free of the
binds that held my wrists together. But although I pulled and twisted as
hard as I could whatever held me did not loosen up at all. However, as I
continued to struggle, trying hard to get enough air through my nose so I
could breathe more fully, while I struggled all I could clearly remember
from earlier that evening was Myrtle and me drinking down those hot toddy's
in her living room. How the hell did I get from that fun moment to this
horrific circumstance I'd found myself in?

I could hear myself whimpering behind my gag while I fought against my
bonds. I knew that no matter how hard I tried that somehow getting free
just wasn't going to happen for me unless someone suddenly appeared and
helped me. The realization of that just filled me with despair and sense of
utter helplessness came over me. I curled up at the waist, tucking myself
into a fetal position. When I got my legs up I snapped my head back and
forth trying to figure out my surroundings. The bright flashes in front of
me kept going off and somehow it registered with me that while I tried
desperately to figure out where I was, the flashes increased in frequency
going off over and over again as I continued to struggle to free my arms
from behind my back.

Ignoring the flashes as best I could I realized that I was in Myrtle's
bedroom. Earlier that evening during the short tour she'd given me of her
house she'd brought me into her room to show it to me. I remember how
surprised and fascinated I'd felt seeing her bed for the first time because
it was a huge four posted king size thing. The bed posts were really tall
on it, nearly as tall as I was and they simply gleamed and glistened under
her two nightstand lights and overhead ceiling light. I'd never seen a bed
so huge before and Myrtle had invited me to jump on it and stretch out
across the mattress and feel how comfortable it was. As I did so she'd told
me that her headboard, the short footboard, and all four bed posts were all
made from solid oak, this she said was why her bed was so stable. She told
me I could jump on her mattress all night long and never once would her bed
frame shake, creak, or wobble. As an adult now I know how important it is
for us grownups to have solid made beds but back then in 1980 as a 13 year
old girl this kind of thing meant nothing to me. But it was Myrtle's bed I
realized I was laying on that night.

As I blinked several times to clear my head and comprehend what was
happening to me. I had to keep fighting against the emotional panic that
was running rampant through me. I tried to force myself to sit up, to get
up off the bed so I could run away but when I tried to lift myself I
discovered to my horror that not only were my wrists bound tightly behind
my back, but my legs were bound together as well. This realization forced a
deep throaty moan from me and I sobbed rather loudly behind my gag. I bent
awkwardly at the waist and managed to look down at myself and was shocked
at what I saw. I realized at that moment I had no clothes on, I was topless
and I saw my ankles were tied together by a length of white rope, and just
above my knees another rope held my thighs tightly together. As I had done
with my arms I tried twisting my legs to see if I could loosen the ropes
and somehow get free but after only a moment I knew this was futile. I was
tied and trussed up like a prisoner in jail and there simply wasn't a thing
I could about it.

Oh my God! Where were my clothes? I really began crying then and through my
gag I tried calling out for my mom. But the dam tape over my mouth did what
it was supposed to do and the only noise I could make was to mummer off a
weird sounding series of muffled groans and moans. Wanting nothing more
than to run away I snapped my legs down, stretching them out down towards
the foot of Myrtle's bed. As I shifted my position I was thinking I was
going to straighten out and roll off the bed, yet when I did so, when I
straightened out my bound legs I felt this incredibly soft, absolutely
delicious electrifying tingling sensation shoot up my legs and across my
tummy. The emotional shock of this feeling popped my eyes wide open and
made me catch my breath. Oh my god the goose bumps just exploded across my
nearly naked body as I froze in place totally dumbfounded over what I was
suddenly, unexpectedly, experiencing. A feeling unlike I'd ever experienced
before in my life washed over me as I reeled emotionally in utter awe and
fascination at how sensuously electrifying it was to experience for the
first time in my life the sensation of having nylon hose encasing my legs
and feet.

My god! Oh my god did that feeling I got from sliding my hose clad legs
down across the bed sheet send shock waves through me. Someone had dressed
me in a pair of soft sheer pantyhose. I was stunned by how they held and
caressed my legs and feet. The incredible sensations that burned deep into
my soul when my legs slide across Myrtle's bed sheet simply made my little
Lakota asshole clench tightly together and suck up inward. I was still
lying on my side when I went rigidly still because it was just so
electrifying to feel the nylons on my legs. As I lay there totally
immobilized panting through my nose trying to suck air into my lungs and
catch my breath I could feel myself begin to slowly, inextricably roll
forward, going from lying on my side to rolling over onto my tummy. As I
rolled forward I felt my pelvis and uterus muscles contract sharply,
squeezing down tightly into a bunch as across my exposed ass cheeks wave
after wave of deliciously stunning little tingles spread out across my
ass. This new sensation extended around both of my hips and it felt like
the tingling was racing across my abdomen and lower tummy until the
feelings seemed to slam into one another with such wonderful warmth and
luxuriousness that I uncontrollably sucked in my stomach. I drew in a sharp
halting breath through my nose and down between my bound thighs, completely
surprised and nearly overwhelmed by it, I felt my little pure 13 year old
sparsely hair pussy immediately grow super hot and moist. My God what was
happening to me? I felt a moan of pure pleasure rise up within me as I came
to rest face down on Myrtle's bed. Breathless, amazed over how my young
body was reacting, I laid still, trembling in utter pleasure from being so
wonderfully caressed by the nylons I had on.

Behind me I heard a low throaty drawn out giggle. Oh my god someone was in
Myrtle's room and they were looking and laughing at me. I would have lifted
and craned my head around to see who was there but the way my body was
reacting to those incredible sensations the nylons were giving me. I was
literally too afraid to move. "That's my girl," I heard behind me. "That's
my sweet little girl."

Along the bottom of my feet I felt something touch me. Something soft,
delicate, and warm was trailed slowly across the bottom of my toes. I
moaned loudly through my gag and I honestly can't say I did so out of fear
because whatever trailed along my toes moved across the balls of my feet
and I felt a soft, gentle, pressure press against the bottom of my feet. I
heard myself moan behind my gag and underneath the nylon hose I felt
another explosion of goose bumps erupt along the length of my
legs. Whatever was touching me felt so good that I didn't want it to
stop. I buried my face into Myrtle's mattress as I felt someone hands wrap
around my feet and lift them up off the bed. Grabbing my feet like that
forced me to bend at the knees and even though I should have been in a
state of sheer terror at having some stranger suddenly grab me and touch
me. All I could think of as I felt my feet being lifted was, what was this
person going to do? I no sooner thought that when I felt two hands press my
feet together and then felt the face of whoever was holding me press my
feet up tight against their face.

"Oh honey," I heard. "You're so dam pretty. So very, very pretty," and as I
felt this person gently rub their cheeks and lips across the soles of my
feet feeling them kiss and lick them through the nylon material. I heard a
very throaty moan, and when I heard this person tell me once again how
pretty I was I finally recognized the voice. I felt a sickening sense of
dread and complete shock at who was fondling me, touching me, and who had
tied me up. Oh my God! It was Myrtle Jean Simms!

Sexual seduction is always popularized as being something very romantic. To
be seduced into another person's bed, is for most girls a thing we daydream
about. Usually we contextualize seduction as more or less a deeply
emotional event replete with feelings of love and hesitant expressions of
desire, first fought against but ultimately winning us over to giving in
and allowing our paramour to have their sexual way with us. We imagine it
in terms of soft kisses, gentle touches, whispered words of undying love,
and of course two people exploring the wonders of each other's bodies. In
all our seduction fantasies we girls end up willingly giving ourselves up
to our seducer, surrendering to them. We lay back and experience the bliss
and loving act of being willingly sexually penetrated. Under the firm but
gentle hands of our seducer we come to realize the wonders of our
femininity and our bodies are awakened sexually for the first time. We
dream of heights of pleasure and passion perhaps never experienced until
then. We see ourselves coming into our true womanhood under the loving,
caring, ministrations of our seducers strong, powerful hands. For us sexual
seduction where we give ourselves over into the control of our seducer is
the dream. We ultimately surrender up our bodies and imagine a life of
romantic love existing forever between ourselves and our lover whom we
envision as our ultimate soul mate. When the lovemaking is finished we lie
lovingly in their strong arms. We imagine bliss, utter contentment. For so
many of us that is our seduction fantasy. In a sense we are willing
partners to the seduction. We want what happens to happen because we dream
about it, we talk about it to one another, we tell stories of how it will
happen to each other, and for us, for each and every one of us we believe
because we dream it that we know exactly how it will happen.

As you can tell so far, being seduced by Myrtle didn't happen like that for
me. No. My dreams of being seduced into another person's bed, of giving
myself and my body over to my lover didn't involve whispered words of love
or soft gentle promises of undying love. Instead my experience was totally
different. You see what happened to me was my lover first plied me with
alcohol, got me drunk enough to pass out, then once I was incapable of
defending myself, when I was vulnerable and unable to protest or protect
myself from her advances. I get stripped naked, and then I'm dressed in
women's hose and tied up like a captive and thrown onto my seducers bed. As
I regained my full senses I discover myself helpless to prevent what
happened to me that night in Myrtle's bedroom. But what is really sick
about that night is I honestly wouldn't want to change a single thing that
happened to me as Ms. Myrtle Jean Simms literally raped and humiliated me
that night.

Under her control physically and emotionally, deceived, tricked, by a
person I loved. That night in her home I'd been fed alcohol until I'd
passed out. And once I was out she'd attacked me, she took complete and
total advantage of me. I should have known. I should have known she would
molest me again. But honestly I never ever expected she would get me drunk
and then tie me up so I would be utterly helpless to fend off her
advances. I'd been so stupid and that night as I realized it was Myrtle who
was kissing my nylon clad feet I nearly passed out again. But I didn't. And
as that night progressed, as I found myself helpless to stop her from
having her sexual way with me, at some point I started to accept what she
did to me as she methodically raped me over and over again. Yes I struggled
against her, and yes I begged and implored her to stop doing such wicked
and nasty things to me. But eventually, rather quickly, I began to enjoy
and respond to the things she made me do that night. Oh I can't explain
it. All I know is that within a very, very short period of time as Myrtle
went about initiating me into dominant lesbian bondage love, I began to
give myself over to her body and soul. That night in her home, in her room,
in her bed, and later in her living room, she bent me to her wicked sexual
desires and perversions. Using force, physical violence, verbal humiliation
and degradation, Myrtle forced me to accept, forced me to beg her to let me
service her sexually in any fashion she wanted and submit myself completely
to her.

When she stopped kissing my feet she released them and came around the
bed. I felt her push me over on to my back and I remember just staring up
at her through tear filled eyes. She was smiling down at me and I wanted to
curl up and hide my nudity from her but she prevented me from doing so by
holding me down. "Oh honey," I heard her say. "I've waited for so long to
get you like this," and she climbed onto the bed and knelt over me. Like me
Myrtle was nearly naked and I couldn't help but look at her body. God for a
middle aged woman she was really stunning and so well built that even
though I was scared of what she was doing I couldn't help but feel
physically inadequate compared to her. Around her neck she wore a thick red
satin chocker which had a large pearl sewn into it and she was wearing a
matching red satin open breasted gartered bustier. I nearly chocked behind
my gag when I saw her tits for the first time. They were so beautiful, so
perfectly proportioned and firm. Jesus did she have a stunning pair of
breasts on her. I glanced down at her legs as she bumped my side scooting
up to me and when I saw the stockings she wore, a pair of richly colored
dark brown nylons with reinforced heels and toes, when I saw how gorgeously
they highlighted and outlined the perfect shape of her legs and delicate
dainty feet I couldn't stop and was really surprised by the muffled
exclamation of admiration I uttered behind my gag. My god Myrtle Jean Simms
was the most gorgeously beautiful woman I'd ever seen in my life.

As I lay underneath her Myrtle began to touch my body and oh did she ever
talk dirty to me. "Oh honey," she said as she trailed her hand over my
still developing breast. Down between my legs I felt her run her finger
down the slit of my pussy and that's when I realized that the nylons I'd
been dressed in were actually a pair of crotchless pantyhose. "You're so
pretty to look at laying here like this," and I tipped my head back into
the mattress as she leaned down and covered one of my erect nipples with
her mouth. She softly sucked on it, swirling her tongue over it. Between my
legs I felt her probe my wet pussy and I was shocked at myself for liking
what she was doing. I should have been disgusted by her touch and I should
have tried to fight against her but all I could do was lay there underneath
her and marvel at how good it felt as she began molesting me again.

"Oh sweetie we're going to have such a wonderful time tonight," and she
reached up and gently peeled away my gag. "I'm going to show you what it is
to be a woman tonight darling. I'm going to make my little girl a real
woman tonight and you're going to love what we do to each other." She was
smiling at me and gave me a kiss on the mouth. I felt her wet tongue force
my lips apart and as I accepted her in my mouth down between my legs I felt
her push her finger into me and I moaned as she began to finger fuck me. It
felt so good having her do that and I couldn't help but kiss her back as my
body responded under her touch.

"Oh my," she said as she broke our kiss. "You're such a hot little Indian
girl aren't you," and she smiled at me again. "You're a nasty little Indian
girl my darling. A nasty, dirty, wicked, little Indian girl who hurt mommy
Myrtle and now has to be punished for what she did." As I stared up at her
I saw a stern expression settle upon her face and she straightened up over
me and then she slapped me hard across the face. The blow stunned me. My
cheek burned in pain and I screamed and tried to roll away from her but she
grabbed me by the shoulder and forced me to remain in place. "Oh you dirty
little Indian cunt," she said. "Look at you baby. Look at what you're
doing," and she grabbed the top of my head and with her fingers entwined in
my hair she pulled my head up and made me look down at myself. "Look at
yourself! You're just a dirty little Indian whore. Look at how I'm fucking
your nasty little pussy with my finger," and I felt her dig her finger into
my and push into me hard. "Look at you lying here on my bed wearing my
nylons all tied up like a little cunt." Her voice was harsh and hurting
from her slap I began crying, sobbing loudly as she forced me to look down
at myself. "Oh you fucking little cunt," I heard her say. "I've got you on
my bed wearing nothing but a pair of my most lovely pair of pantyhose and
tonight sweetie; tonight I'm going to fix you good for ignoring me these
last few weeks."  Straddling me Myrtle reached over to her nightstand and
withdrew from the drawer something long, thick and black. "I'm going to
have fun with you dearie," she said and while she spoke, straightening back
up over me, I felt her press down on my chest and she rubbed her pussy back
and forth on me. Unlike me, her pussy was hairy and her pubic hair felt
soft and warm as it brushed against my skin. "Oh sweetie," she said as I
felt her wet dripping pussy lips slide against my skin. "You're just so
gorgeous that I've ached to take you into my bed."

Removing her finger from me she reached up and grabbed me by the head with
both hands and tipping me forward I felt her lift herself up and she thrust
her pussy up towards my face. Along my sides I felt her clamp down on me
with her stocking legs and feeling her nylons touching me as she slide her
feet underneath my back I gasped at their touch. I had no idea what she was
about to make me do. "Kiss my pussy little girl," she ordered as she
stuffed herself into my face. "Kiss my pussy and stick your tongue in it."

I pulled back from her, or I tried to anyway, but she held me tight and I
had to just lay there as Myrtle started to rub her hot wet pussy up against
my chin and across my mouth and nose. "Do it baby. Kiss my pussy and tongue
fuck it. Do it, do it now!" But I just couldn't bring myself to open my
mouth and submit to doing something like that. I tried to twist my face
away from her but she kept my head still and hearing her utter a curse she
let go of my head and swung herself off of me. "You dirty little ungrateful
cunt," she swore at me. "You fucking little Indian cunt! Who the fuck are
you to refuse me!" She hit me across the face again and then she rolled me
over onto my side so I was facing her.  "You bad girl," she said. "You
dirty little cunt your just a spoiled little Indian girl. I've put up with
your shit for long enough. Come here!" She grabbed me and bent my body at
the waist so I was lying on her lap and folded around her waist. "Fucking
bitch," she called me. "You deserve this now," and I felt her reach behind
me and spread my ass cheeks apart. Although I hadn't seen it she was
holding whatever she'd taken from her nightstand drawer and as I whimpered
and in a very small voice pleaded with her to let me go, to stop being so
mean to me. I felt a sharp pain behind me as she inserted a finger into my
asshole. "Indian cunt," she said. "Before I give you a spanking for being
so bad, I'm going to punish your dirty stinking hole and fix you so by the
time I'm done with you you'll be begging me to suck my pussy."

I screamed as Myrtle fingered me in the ass and I cried to her to stop. But
she just ignored me and kept fingering me. "Now you little cunt it's time
to make you take my little friend deep into you tight little ass," she
showed me then what she had been holding in her other hand and when I
looked at it I saw it was a large, black, thick, long, rubber thing with a
bulbous cone shaped base and tapered into a sharp point. What she held was
a butt plug and I saw a wicked gleam in her eyes as she removed her finger
from my sore little asshole. "Oh honey you're going to take this little toy
up your ass and tell me how much you love it or so help me I'm going to
spank you so hard your little ass cheeks are going to just glow in the
dark." Then as I screamed and cried she placed the head of the plug up
against my asshole and started to push it into me. My god the thing hurt
going in. As my sphincter muscles involuntarily clamped down trying to hold
out the plug and prevent it from sinking into me. Myrtle pulled hard on my
ass cheek to spread me apart and laughed as she felt me struggle in vain
against being penetrated.

"Fight it honey," she laughed. "Go ahead and push down bitch. It won't do
you any good." I felt like I was being split apart as she pushed the plug
further and further into me. At first when just the tapered part of the
shaft was going in it hurt but the pain that exploded in my butt as the
thick bulbous portion of the plug began to force my little hole open wider
and wider, feeling that happen in comparison to the thin part of the shaft,
that really hurt and hurt like hell.

"Ow, ow, ow," I screamed. "It hurts! Owwww, it hurts. Stop it! Stop it!"
But Myrtle ignored my cries. As I cried out I struggled on her lap to get
free but she held me down. She was laughing as I screamed when the apex of
the bulb of the plug finally passed my ass lips. Inside me I tried to relax
my muscles, I fought to unclench them and accept the plug in my ass. Once
the bulb passed the rest of the plug just sort of sunk in me and finally,
thankfully, blissfully, it slide to its base which consisted of a thin long
flattened plate that came to rest lengthwise in my ass crack. I felt my
abused hole pucker several times as I sucked in. "That's it baby," Myrtle
said to me as she watched my puckering up. "Make my little friend welcome."

While I strained to adjust to having the butt plug in me, Myrtle pulled me
over so I laid tummy down on her lap. "Okay you little slut. It's time I
show you what bad little girls like you get when you think you're equal to
your betters." And then she spanked me. Oh how she slapped my nylon covered
ass and she didn't hit me playfully or lightly. No she really laid into me
and she cursed on me, cussing me out as she hit me over and over again. I
cried so hard and shed so many tears that eventually I just couldn't cry
anymore. She didn't stop spanking me until she had me begging to let me
suck her pussy and stick my tongue in her. The moment I begged her to let
me such her pussy she stopped swatting me and pushed me off her lap. Then
as I lay twisted on her bed she climbed over me again and placed her pussy
directly over my face.

"Suck it cunt," she ordered. "Suck it good and taste me in your mouth." I
did as she ordered and with an open mouth I formed my young lips around her
mound cupping her and slide my tongue as far as it would go into her. God
the taste of her pussy was sweet. Her womanly fluids just flowed out of her
and into my mouth. I sucked hard on her, jabbing my tongue over and over
into her canal and soon I began nipping at her drenched pussy lips with my
teeth. As I serviced her she directed me how to mouth fuck her and I did
whatever she told me to do. While I lay under her she also ordered me to
press my butt plugged ass down into the mattress, to pump backward and
drive the butt plug down so it would move around inside me. I did so and
soon down between my own nylon clad legs I felt my little 13 year old pussy
grow wonderfully hot and wet as I gave myself over to the delicious sexual
arousal that welled up inside me. By the time Myrtle finally came in my
mouth, ordering me to drink her pussy juices down and swallow every last
hot thick drop of her cum I was so horny and so badly wanted to keep eating
her out that I paused in swallowing her cum only long enough to beg her to
wipe up the lines of cum that ran down the side of my chin and let me lick
it from her fingers. But she wasn't hearing me by then because she was so
caught up in her orgasm that she slumped over my face, hunched over
trembling and quivering in ecstasy from the force of her climax.

Down between my bound legs deep inside my little wet pussy I felt throbbing
pulsating heat building. I'd never stopped pressing my ass into her
mattress and making the butt plug bounce inside my ass. And now as I
continued to do that the rhythmic way in which it moved inside me was
building me towards experiencing my first orgasm. God it felt good. The
butt plug no longer hurt me, instead it felt good to be so filled up and
when I started to gasp, when I let my mouth fall away from Myrtle's pussy
she realized what was happening to me and like a cat she moved with
blinding speed to clamber off of me. Jumping to my side she grabbed my
nylon clad legs and lifted them up off the bed. Moving to put herself below
me she pushed my tightly bound legs up and back over my torso and then she
lowered her head down and I cried out in complete pleasure and wonder as
she began to suck on my dripping pussy.

Oh my God! I thought I was going to pass out as Myrtle suck on me, tonguing
me hard and fast as I had done to her. She brought me to orgasm in seconds
and I felt wave after wave of hot pulsating pelvis thrusting spasms explode
deep inside me. As I shot out glob after glob of little girl cum, Myrtle
heightened my pleasure by jiggling the butt plug. I screamed in sheer
disbelief as how good it was to have an orgasm and I honestly did faint on
her because when I woke back up she had untied my legs and wrist and she
was lying next to me, softly running her stocking leg along mine and gently
trailing her finger tips along my hips. I felt the butt plug move inside me
as I shifted my head to look up at her and then we kissed, we kissed long
and deep as we had done back in my bedroom and I felt so happy, so content,
that I couldn't stop mumbling to her during our kiss that I loved her with
all my heart.

We laid together just touching each other until after awhile she began to
grow more aggressive with me again. "You know honey," she said as she sat
up and swung her lovely nylon clad legs over the edge of her bed. "We're
only just starting with our fun tonight." I watched her reach to her
nightstand and once again she pulled out something. The thing she pulled
from her drawer was her little girl cock and what it was was a large strap
on dildo. Getting up from the bed she quickly put it on herself and then
turning to face me she ordered me to get off and bed and on to the
floor. "Get on your hands and knees little girl," she ordered. "Get down
there and assume the position because now I'm going to fuck you and take
your virginity." Quickly I did as she instructed and once I was down on the
floor she got behind me and swatted my ass. "Oh baby you're going to get
fucked now honey. I'm going to fuck you just like I fuck your mommy when
she brings me over for sex." I couldn't believe what she said and I was
completely surprised as she hit my ass again and then down in front of me
on the floor there landed a thick open photo album. As Myrtle spread her
legs apart to straddle me from behind and grip me by the hips to hold me in
place and steady herself. I looked down at the album in front of me and
gasped at the pictures I saw. They were Polaroid photos, instamatics, and
in them I saw my mother wearing just a garter belt and nylon stockings
being fucked by Myrtle in all kinds of positions. I saw one picture where
like me she was down on her hands and knees and behind Myrtle was wearing a
strap on and fucking her. In another shot she was facing the camera
standing up hunched over with her legs spread apart and beneath her splayed
open and tipped backward Myrtle was sucking on her pussy. The look on mom's
face showed she was cumming into her mouth and I marveled at how pretty she
and Myrtle looked wearing their stockings and just being so wantonly nasty
with each other.

"Oh I love fucking that Indian cunt," Myrtle said. "Look at it honey. Look
at how pretty your nasty mommy is. Can you see how much she likes being
fucked by a white woman? Look at her face. Look at her you little
bitch. See how much she likes it. I'm going to make you like your mommy
baby. I'm going to turn you into my little girly Lakota whore just like
your mom. And when I'm done fucking you. When you can't take it anymore,
you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to show your mommy all the nasty
pictures I've taken of you tonight and I'm going to tie her up just like I
did to you and then when she's helpless. You know what I'll do? I'll bring
you in and make you fuck her just I do. Yeah baby. I'm going to make you
fuck your own mommy and make you suck her pussy. Oh baby when I get her all
dressed up in her nylons, when I get her all worked up and wet, I'm going
to tie her up and bring you in wearing nylons too. And when I force you to
fuck your own mother I'm going to take pictures of you two and then force
you both to watch as I show them to your daddy." As she told me this she
was entering me, pushing her rubber cock into me. It hurt being penetrated
and I know I made noises as she ran the shaft of her toy deep into me but
all the while she pushed into me I never once took my eyes of the all the
photos in the lying below me.

Oh god did that old white woman fuck me good. She took my virginity with a
rubber strap on dildo. That night under her tutelage not only did she make
me a woman, but she became my fuck-mommy as well. I can still hear her
calling out to me telling me that she could see my virgin blood coating her
cock, running down out of me and flowing into my nylons. And my nylons. Oh
how she made me love wearing women's nylons. She taught me how to touch her
legs and feet, and how to kiss her stockings lightly, lovingly, and revel
in how stimulating it was to have such soft delicate things brush against
my lips and face. She forced me to fondle her nylon stockings so much that
I begged her to let me put on a pair of her stockings and allow me to lay
back and have her fuck me hard as I wrapped my legs around her and pulled
her into me. She eventually did and as I laid under her, taking in every
last inch of her rubber cock I experienced multiple orgasms, again and
again with each succeeding one stronger and more deeply felt than the one
before it.

Three more times that night she spanked me good and hard. Each time she did
I begged her to hit me harder, to punish me for being such a naughty,
dirty, wicked, little Indian girl. I had to call her my fuck-mommy, I had
to shout it to her, whisper it in her ear, and then once she finished with
me, when she herself came and made me suck her cum from her wet hot
pussy. Then she made me look her directly in the face each time and thank
her over and over again for letting me swallow her thick gooey cum. God she
brought me to such heights of sexual release that I still have a hard time
ever believing that I've had someone just totally turn me into nothing more
than a lump of nylon wearing quivering flesh.  And how she talked to me
that night and through the rest of the weekend as she used me over and over
again, those nasty dirty things she described to me about fucking my mom,
about how she would make me fuck her and suck her. Those things I must
admit actually did come true sometime later. Because after my first weekend
with her, one night several weeks later in my house while my dad was out of
town Myrtle kept her promise about me fucking my own mother. That night
around midnight I was forced to get out of my bed and put on a pair of
Myrtle's nylon stockings and then as she placed a studded dog collar around
my throat and clip a leash to it. I was led into my mom's bedroom and there
tied up tightly into her vanity chair wearing stockings and a garter
belt. I was forced to get down on my hands and knees in front of her and
then submit to a deep, hard, and painfully so ass fucking during which I
was never allowed to look away from mom.

Oh becoming Myrtle Jean Simm's bitch was a time in my life I'll never
forget. Although I would ask her to fuck me when we were alone, after that
one and only when Myrtle made me fuck my mom for her, mom and I never ever
had sex again. But for 3 years I belonged to Myrtle. I was her whore, her
fuck bitch who was owned by her body and soul. I guess I'm sick and really
disgusting sounding too many who read this story but you know what? Fuck
you. I don't care. As I sit here in front of this computer wearing nothing
but my garter belt and nylon stockings I just want everyone to know about
Myrtle and me.