THE SWING

                        by Mardee Louise

This is a story of an inept and naive young man about to enter
college but inept about sex. He  discovers both sex and sexuality
with the help of  a very unique girl.  There is something for many
tastes in this story.  But these are unusual tastes!  If such
offends you, leave now.  All disclaimers apply. Be eighteen or be
out of here.
All civil comments will be answered. E-mail to MartiL340@AOL.COM

                        The First Meeting

     I was sent to spend a few weeks with my mother's friend at her
isolated summer retreat.  Boredom!  A few weeks always meant that
I would be stuck there until my mother decided to abandon her
current scheme or lover or whatever and send for me.  The friend
insisted I call her "aunt" which I found pretty childish.  After
all, I was ready for college!  Darn, I should have a driver's
license by now but not with my mother.  Aunt Dina was into 
classical music and mentored me in her better moods.  That part was
okay.  There was no one to hang out with in the area; Just a few
artsy women who resented kids especially boys and were probably bi
or gay.
     I was aimlessly walking around feeling sorry for the
loneliness.  I had passed the swing before and had used it. It hung
from the limb of a large tree.  A see-saw that was no longer used
was next to it.  As I walked past the swing I turned back to see a
girl sitting on it. I still wasn't into girls. I didn't appreciate
the feelings they aroused.  Their giggling at me was embarrassing. 
I had been with girls, "made out."   "Made out" but I never got
very far.   I desired girls in ways I did not yet know and I feared
knowing them, feared their nearness.
     The girl on the swing amazed me.  She seemed much younger than
I.  I looked more closely and realized it was her clothes that made
her look so much younger. She had brown hair that was brushed until
it shone. Pulled back behind her ears and held by a ribbon, she
became an Alice In Wonderland type.  I couldn't suspect what
"wonderlands" this creature would guide me through.  A white party
dress with a blue sash that matched her hair ribbon and eyes gave
her a innocence that drew me.  White ankle socks trimmed with lace
and black patent Mary Janes accented her feet and set off her
suntanned, slender but muscular legs.  She smiled at me and began
to swing. Slowly and gently at first and then with abandon.  The
swing rose higher as this lovely being extended her legs.  The
movement of her legs and the breeze filled her skirt but afforded
me nothing more than a glimpse of the back of her calves.  She
relaxed and let the swing glide almost to a stop.  She drew one
knee to her chest and put her foot on the swing.    Reaching up
with her arms, she pulled to a stand on the swing.  Her knees
flexed rhythmically as she began to swing as she stood.  This girl
was willing to take risks as she pumped the swing faster and
higher.  As she rose, her skirt filled out and afforded me a
furtive glimpse of the shiny blue panties.   My groin tingled in
ways it had never had before.   I felt myself start to blush as I
"rose" to the occasion!
     She let the swing glide to a halt.  She jumped off before it
quite stopped, arranged her skirt and smiled again.  "I'm Jodi.  I
have to sit for my mom. She's painting me.  I'll be here later.
We'll hang out, play, do some stuff."  Jodi was gone.   I was left
with my heart pounding and not quite knowing why!    
     A few hours before the thought of playing with a girl would
have been a joke.  "Play!"  That was retarded. Hanging out with,
maybe.  Never "playing."  Now I wandered back to the swing to find
Jodi.  I really didn't know what "later" meant but I was afraid
that if Jodi didn't find me all would be lost!
     I turned to walk back and have lunch when I heard a giggle. I
looked up.  Jodi was sitting on  a tree branch about twenty yards
away.  She no longer wore the party dress but was in a shorter
skirt and tank top outfit.  She wore keds type sneakers but no
socks. There was no pale skin showing below where her socks would
have ended.  Her tan seemed to glow from within. She tilted her
head and winked at me as he broke into a wonderful smile.  Had I
not been smitten before this would have done it!  
     Jodi slid put her hands on the branch and leaned back.  I was
afraid she would fall over backwards but this gutsy little tomboy
knew her stuff!  She hooked her knees on the branch and hung upside
down.  My heart leapt into my throat as she exposed her pink panty
covered bottom.  Her hands caught a lower branch and she swung to
the ground.  She smiled as she approached me.  Jodi took me my hand
and we walked toward the shore of the nearby lake.  
     "Will you be here long?"
     "Really don't know.  Depends on what my mom does next."
     Jodi explained to me that her adoptive mother was  spending a 
few weeks in a summer cottage she owned.  Jodi never knew her
father yet she spoke of him with an intense resentment and that
bordered on hatred.  He was responsible for her mother's tragic
fate.  Jodi had long ago determined never to be in any way like
him. To do otherwise would be disloyal to her late mother.  She had
some recollection of her real mother who died when Jodi was a
toddler.  A friend of her mother adopted her.  
     Her new mother had been a portrait painter but now only did
that occasionally.  She had a business in the city.  She gave
special English lessons.  Sometimes they went Europe where her
mother had business interests as well.   That I could not fathom at
all.  Jodi seemed to know more about it than she told me.  There
was a  deliberate vagueness about her.  It turned out we were the
same age.  Despite her young and innocent appearance Jodi had been
to many places and was a very worldly young woman.  
     We sat on the grass watching the lake and the hills beyond. 
Jodi's hand rested in mine.  She lay back with her arm under her
head.  Jodi motioned for me to lie next to her.  We were almost
touching.  I sensed the warmth of her body rather than actually
feel her against me.  Her fingers entwined themselves in mine. Jodi
really knew how to keep me interested.  She raised herself onto one
elbow and looked into my eyes.  Her green eyes were  unlike any I
had ever seen.    Then again, I was just discovering what it was to
be attracted by a girl.  Jodi closed her eyes and brought her lips
to mine.  They lingered lightly for a moment. Her tongue moistened
her lips as she pressed them over mine.  Her weight pressed my
shoulders into the grass as her tongue probed my mouth.  I
responded.  Instinctively I tried to roll her over and take an
upper position.  I couldn't! Somehow Jodi was too strong!  This
added to my arousal.  Her hand found brushed over my crotch as she
released my mouth.  She sat up smiling.  I could almost hear her
purr. 
      Jodi sat facing me her knees drawn up and hugging her knees
with her arms.  Her skirt fell back.  She giggled musically. "Like
what you see?"  I blushed deeply realizing she knew I was staring
at her panties.  Her giggle burst into a musical laugh.  "That's
all right. Boys are supposed to do things like that."
     We walked back hand in hand.  
     "See you after lunch."  I watched Jodi walk off toward her
cottage.
     
                            PART TWO 
                            AT JODI'S
     The phone rang as I was finishing lunch.  My aunt took the
phone from her maid.  She laughed as she chatted.  
     "Jodi's mother said her daughter is quite taken with you.  She
would like to meet you.  And now!"  My aunt said that like I had
done something wrong.  She smiled and hugged me.  She patted my
butt like she did when I was little.  I just realized my pseudo
aunt was a very sexy lady!
     Jodi was sitting on the porch stairs when I arrived.  "My mom
really wasn't in such a great hurry to meet you. I just wanted to
make sure you came back to me.  Boys are sooo strange." That
musical giggle again.  It was sensational!
     Jodi and I sat in the kitchen drinking iced tea and eating pie
as her mother scrutinized us.  Jodi's mom was a taller, rather
sophisticated version of Jodi, at least in style.  She wore a white
cotton blouse that was not quite buttoned all the way.  When she
served us our pie she bent forward to reveal her full breasts
cradled in a lacy white bra! A loose fitting blue skirt emphasized
her hips.  Her waist was almost non-existent; it was that small. 
Strappy flat sandals showed off her slender ankles.  I was rapidly
awakening to female attractions!  
     We walked for an hour or two as Jodi showed me around the
area.  After our walk we played catch with a baseball.  Jodi had
her own glove!  I used her old one.  One thing for sure.  She
didn't throw like a girl.   When we finished we sat in the shade
behind the house.  It was hot. We waved as Jodi's mom drove off.
     Jodi grabbed my hand, pulled me to my feet and led me into the
house.  We had some cold soda in the cool dim light of the small
basement rec room.  We sat on a bench that ran almost the entire
length of the wall.  I wondered what the two doors led to.  Jodi
rested her head on my shoulder and took my hand in hers.  Our hands
rested on her lap.  Suddenly Jodi nibbled my ear.  She stood up and
straddled my thighs. Her smooth skin against mine was getting me
hard.  She took my hand and put it in her breast.  There was not
much there yet it felt wonderful.  She kissed me again as my
fingers felt her nipple harden.  "Maybe I should start wearing a
heavier bra!"  She leaned her head back and laughed.     
     Jodi pushed me onto my back and leaned over me.  Her tongue
thrust deep in my mouth as I hugged her.  Her hand found my crotch
and massaged my balls through my cut off jeans.  I  reached for her
crotch but she pushed my hand away.  We sat up. Jodi smiled an
almost beatific smile. I was uncomfortably embarrassed.  
      Jodi must have sensed my embarrassment.  "Please don't feel
awkward.  I like you very, very much and I think you like me... So
it's okay!"  We went upstairs.  
     "I'll see you at the swing tomorrow after breakfast."

                           PART THREE
                     I EXPLODE AT THE SWING
     I sat on the swing waiting for Jodi.  She arrived a few
minutes after I had gotten there.  She was dressed in her portrait
posing party dress.  She looked so very beautiful but I knew she
would be sitting for her mother.  I didn't care whether we "made
out" or not.  I was desperate to be near her.  Jodi walked over to
me.  She put on foot on the swing and raised herself to a standing
position facing away from me.  She began to pump the swing.  I
cooperated and soon we soared.  We laughed as the swing slowed to
a halt.  Jodi sat down, straddling me as swing slowed.  She kissed
me and  we began to swing once more.  Her skirt was up around her
hips.  I felt the smoothness of her nylon panties against my skin. 
She hugged me tightly.  I was rock hard!  She put her hands on the
sides of my face and drew me to her.  Her face was over mine, her
hands on the sides of my head as she kissed me deeply.  She bounced
slightly as she adjusted her position closer to me.  My cock
twitched.  Suddenly I felt a throbbing in my cock and in my balls. 
I moaned as I exploded pumping gobs of cum from the depth of my
being.  Jodi stood before me smoothing her skirt.  "I love you."
she said seriously.  "Now go swim in the lake to get cleaned up." 
Even as I caught my breath I realized with what determination, with
what finality and with what control Jodi said this!
     This was beyond a crush!  Jodi was an incredible combination
of little girl giddiness and womanly power.  I was totally under
her spell.  I was ecstatic yet uncomfortable.  I had a sense that
I would soon yield to Jodi's every whim.  Yet I believed her when
she said she loved me.

                            PART FOUR
                     A DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE
     I returned to Jodi's at lunch time.  The portrait session was
over.  Jodi beckoned me to follow her to her room.  She turned her
back to me as I watched her step out of the dress.  Jodi leaned
slightly forward as she let it fall forward and off her arms.  She
wiggled the skirt down and stepped over the heap of white chiffon
that had fallen around her ankles.  Her slender but firm back was
uniformly tan.  Her full, firm thighs, high tight bottom and her
well defined calves spoke of the ballet and modern dance lessons
she told me about on our walks.  My breath froze as Jodi hooked her
thumbs in the waist band of her blue nylon panties. As she walked
away from me she eased them down revealing the cleft between her
cheeks.  Her tan was so deep that her unsunned parts gave her the
appearance of wearing white panties. Before her bottom was
completely bared she disappeared in to what seemed to be large
walk-in closet or small dressing room.  I was able to breathe once
more.
     Jodi emerged a few minutes later in a short skirt and what was
then called a French sailor's shirt.  She brushed her hair as I sat
watching her adoringly.  She turned from her dressing table to face
me.  Her legs were deliberately open.  I stared at the crotch of
her white cotton panties. "You're such a tease!"  
     "I don't tease," responded Jodi with a rather sincere look.
     "Oh yeah."
     "Come and see for yourself if you dare," challenged Jodi.
     She moved to the bed and sat with her back against the
headboard, her knees up and her legs parted.  I walked toward her,
sat on the edge of the bed and bent to kiss her face.  Suddenly she
pushed me back, threw one leg over my head and had me in a
intensely tight head-scissors with my face just inches from her
crotch.  She giggled. I struggled to get free.  She crossed her
ankles and straightened her legs causing the pressure on my neck
and head to become even more intense.  She took hold of my hair and
drew my face against her crotch for a brief second.  She straddled
me and pulled my shorts and my underpants down.  My cock sprang up.

Jodi lay her head on my belly. I was too startled and too overcome
to move.  Her fingers fluttered over my balls and wrapped around my
cock.  Her tongue traced the rim of my cockhead.  I was oozing
precum despite my massive ejaculation of the morning. Jodi ran her
tongue over my cockhead and took it in her mouth.  I groaned and
screamed in ecstasy.  Her finger nails dug into my scrotum.  I
writhed as she sucked my cockhead and squeezed my balls.  This time
it started in the base of my spine. My body arched, my legs
twitched and I writhed in every direction. I moaned and screamed as
I shot gobs of hot cum into Jodi's eager mouth.  Jodi screamed and
fell back on the bed next to me.  We lay wrapped in each other's
arms.  Soon her mother called up for us to have lunch
     How could her mother not have heard us? 

                            PART FIVE
                       DINA'S MUSIC LESSON

     I got up the next morning to find "Aunt" Dina seated at the
piano.  She beckoned for me to sit on the piano bench with her.
"Time for a lesson.  I'm not sure you've been practicing the right
things."  A wry smile crossed her thin yet sensuous lips.  I
wondered why she wore lipstick and eye makeup so early in the day.
     I ran some chord progression exercises for her.  She took my
hand to change the elevation of my wrist.  As I glanced down I
couldn't help but notice that her long ice blue silk robe had
fallen open to reveal not only her superb thighs but the v of her
tailored white panties!  I was transfixed.  "Well," she said. 
      "I'm sorry Aunt Dina." 
      "Please don't be sorry.  You're a normal and very attractive
young man.  And stop calling me aunt.  It makes me sound ancient."
     A long silence.  
     Dina stood up and pulled me to my feet facing her.  Her eyes
slowly moved down to my feet and up my body.  
     She sat on the couch.  I stood before her as she undid my
belt.  My shorts fell to my ankles and I stepped out of them.  Dina
took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom.  Her fingers glided
over my shoulders and to my chest.  She fondled my nipples. 
Tingles of arousal spread over my body as she toyed with them,
flicked her tongue over them.  
     Dina let her robe fall open.  She lay back and gave me a view
of her silken covered crotch.  A wet spot was spreading.  She eased
my briefs down over my hips.  I was afraid to move or speak.
     "Your body is sooo desirable," cooed Dina.  Slender, firm.
Such lovely, shapely legs.  Girls must envy those legs."
     Her hands cupped my bottom as she drew me closer licking my
navel.  "Sooo beautiful," purred Dina.  "Yet we must gild the
lily."  I was baffled by that last line.
     Dina reached for a pair of pink nylon panties.  She held them
in front of me and lowered them.  I stepped into them!  Dina drew
them up over my hairless thighs.  She adjusted the waistband and
pulled the hem down around the leg openings.  My stiff cock was
pressed up against my belly.  Dina caressed my balls through the
smooth nylon.  She eased me onto the bed. She straddled my face as
she faced my crotch.  Her panty crotch was pulled aside as she
lowered her moist vaginal lips to my face.  My tongue plunged into
her. I flicked her clitoris.  My face was wet with her juices as
she moaned and quivered.  Her moans crescendoed in a scream!
     Dina looked down at me and smiled.  "You really are growing
up."  She laughed.  "Fair is fair."  Easing my panties down she
freed my cock.  Her fingers darted up and down the shaft as her
mouth swallowed the head, then the shaft.  Suddenly Dina stopped. 
She was on her knees facing me.  She looked down as my face showed
the ecstasy and disappointment I felt at the short lived "head"
Dina had just given me.       
     Dina bent over me so that her breasts fell on either side of
my face.  She slowly squeezed her breasts together trapping my
face!  I could barely breathe.  The sensation was incredibly
arousing!  Dina was in total control.  I was in unreal ecstasy
being under the complete erotic control of this beautiful,
experienced woman.
     Dina pulled her panty crotch aside and lowered her self onto
my erect cock.  She moaned lightly as she grasped my wrists and put
my hands on her full firm breasts. I cupped her breasts, their
weight and warmth in my hands.  Dina rose up an down and my cock,
her eyes closed.  "So good... feels soooo good!"   I writhed as
Dina bounced.  I came slowly at first as Dina dripped what seemed
like gallons of juice over my groin.  I kicked and yelled as I
exploded into her.  She bent over me and kissed me as she came!
     "Dina, those panties felt so good on me."
     "Of course, but there'll be more for you."
     "Huh?  I don't get it. More?"
     "Be patient."

                            PART SIX
                           REVELATION
     Jodi phoned to tell me she would surprise me that afternoon. 
I went to her house.  She yelled for me to come to her room.  She
was lying on the bed propped on one elbow reading.   Her flowered
skirt was nearly at her hips.  One leg was extended, the other up
with knee bent.  She wore a dark, loose fitting tank top style
blouse.  Her brown hair was in two pony tails.  Her position left
her panties in full view, the crotch bared. No one else could be so
wholesomely innocent and yet so powerfully seductive.  "Rob,
promise you'll care for me no matter what."  It was an odd request
but I couldn't do otherwise.  I nodded seriously. "Be right back,"
said Jodi with a serious smile.
     "I took off my gaff,"she said a laughingly a minute later.  My
naivete was such that I had no idea of what a gaff might be. She
kissed me as she pulled my tee shirt over my head.  A moment later
I lay nude on the bed.
     Jodi straddled me and kissed my cheeks, my lips, my neck, my
navel.  Her fingers flickered across my nipples as she raised her
blouse over her head.  The white cotton bra did little to conceal
her firm,  mature breasts.  She stood on the floor her back to me
as she stepped out of her skirt.  She wiggled her panties down over
her bottom and turned to me.  The fringe of her pubic hair showed
dark above the waist band.  She let them fall to reveal her cock! 
It was incredible. my heart raced as my erection grew more intense.

Jodi laughed and screeched, "Wow! I guess you still care for me.!" 
We laughingly hugged each other as we sat on the bed.
     We spontaneously weighed each other's balls in our hands at
the same instant.   We kissed deeply as we grasped each other's
cocks.  I pushed Jodi back on the bed.  I held her cock gently as
my tongue flicked away a drop of precum.  My first taste.  I
swirled my tongue around the rim of her cockhead and nibbled my way
down the bottom of the shaft.  She wiggled and yelped when I
discovered that sensitive spot between her balls and her hole.  I
buried my face between her breasts. I circled her nipple with my
tongue while I held her balls gently in my hand. I sucked each
nipple gently.  Jodi's sounds were making even more aroused.  A
beautiful girl with a cock!  Nothing can be more complete!  
     My mouth swallowed Jodi's shaft.  Suddenly warm cum filled my
mouth. It was lovely.  Jodi lay spent and moaning on the bed.
     Jodi drew me onto her. She took a tube of lubricant from the
night table and lubed my cock and her hole.  She drew her knees to
her chest and eased me into her kissing me deeply as she did.  I
cupped her bottom and pulled her close.  Jodi squeezed my balls
hard as I moaned in newly discovered ecstasy.  I pumped
unbelievable amounts of cum into her as I moaned and yelled as my
body spasmed in delight.  I lay panting on her as she caressed my
hair. 
     We gleefully showered.  I knew that this would be a wonderful
relationship and a journey of discovery.
     I watched Jodi dress.  She did  this as sensually as he did
everything else. She teased, "Pretty, silky panties...so much nicer
than your coarse white briefs."  I nodded.  "Your time will come to
try new things."  I sighed longingly.

                           PART SEVEN
                         AN EXPLANATION

     We sat under a tree, our finger tips touching.  Jodi began
with a sigh.  "Rob, I know you must wonder about many things about
me.  It's so odd for a boy to become a girl all the time.  You have
to wonder about that.  Lot's of people dress as the opposite sex
but I've wanted to be a girl so I would be as unlike my father as
possible.  I don't want a vagina. I enjoy my penis. And now I know
that someone like you can love me, I'm okay.
     "My aunt's English lessons. You really are puzzled by that. 
My aunt is a very high class, very specialized madam!   English
lessons refer to dominant and submissive trade.
     "She raised me to be a specialist, a high priced prostitute. 
To create the impression of a young adolescent would make me more
valuable.  I've never serviced clients yet but I look forward to
it.  Some men are so arrogant, such shits that I'll enjoy punishing
them!  I was able to scissors you and move you around so easily
because I earned a black belt in judo as part of my training. I
also do some strength training."
     This was as erotic to me as everything else about Jodi.
     She kissed me lightly as we stood up and walked back to her
house hand in hand.           

                           PART EIGHT
                        ROB BECOMES ROBBI

     "My aunt has a special client who is teaching at a college
near here. We will stage a session for him but we need a maid.
Would you be Robbi?"
     A jolt of adrenalin shot through ma the idea of being Robbi,
being a female, being a maid and witnessing a lesson.
     That evening I was in a room in Jodi's house.  I showered and
shaved my under arms.  Jodi's aunt had laid out my attire for the
evening.  I was made up and my hair combed into a very cute girl's
style.  Jodi showed me how to put on the skin colored gaff. A waist
cinch was next.  White nylon panties were pulled over my thighs. 
I realized how incredibly sexy I felt was not  simply my
imagination when I stood in front of the three way mirror.  I
stared as a black long line bra was fastened on me.  Flesh colored
breast forms filled out the cups and gave the illusion of nipples!
     I sat as black, seamed stockings were unrolled over my legs. 
  Fastening them was not easy as I thought but I knew that with
time it would become a well practiced skill.  Moderately high heels
until I mastered walking as a woman.  Another skill I was to
practice with time.   A few petticoats and the dress was lowered
over my head.  I was gorgeous!  I loved the look, the feel, the
eroticism of female clothing!
                                
                            PART NINE
                           THE CLIENT

     We had gone over the scenario.  I was becoming adept in
walking in the heels.  Just put one foot in front the other! 
Remember that you lot.
     I was excited but not quite sure I could carry it off. 
Mummie, as Jodi called her mother, assured me that my anxiety would
energize me at the right moment.
     Jodi looked terribly preppy as she sat on the swing reading
Seventeen Magazine as the client arrived in his car.  She
provocatively crossed and uncrossed her legs. In her blue man
tailored oxford cloth shirt,  tan a-line skirt, knee socks and
penny loafers Jodi was the epitome of the all America girl ready
for her freshman year of college.  AS the client parked his car
facing the swing, Jodi slid of allowing her skirt to pull half way
up her thighs.  She adjusted her skirt put first reached up under
it to pull her blouse down.  She feigned being flustered when she
"realized" the client was watching staring at her innocent white
cotton panties.  She walked away with her back toward him pausing
to bend forward to adjust her knee socks.  She did so to show him
the visible panty lines across her bottom.  The client practically
drooled.
     I glared at him from the porch.  He stared up at me as he
approached the first step.  "She is not for your kind."  He froze
momentarily in his tracks at the sound of my breathy femme voice.
The client opened his mouth to answer. I spoke before he could. 
"Say nothing!  She is not for the likes of you!"  I stared coldly
but beamed inside.  I had intimidated this forty year old man!
     As he reached the top step, I turned on my heel and entered
the house.  He sheepishly, slavishly followed.  Pausing at a small
desk in the entrance hall, I pointed to the desk top.  He deposited
the fee on the table.  I motioned for him to spread it out so I
could count it without touching it.  He dropped the three one
hundred dollar bills into an envelope I pushed at him. 
Deliberately bending forward to reveal my very realistic cleavage
I put the envelope in a drawer and locked the desk.  Straightening
to my full height I walked to the client, paused and looked
"daggers" at him.  "How dare you!"  I whipped the palm of my right
around and slapped his face hard enough to send him reeling.  His
trousers showed he was getting very interested.  
     He followed me to one of the two basement rooms I had been
curious about.  One wall was fully mirrored. A wrestling mat
separated that wall from the weights along the opposite one. 
"Undress!" was the last order I gave to him until mummie entered.
She wore a navy blue wrap dress and plain black pumps.  
     The client stood in the center of the mat clad in a pair of
ugly white men's briefs.  I knew I would never such awful things
again.  Mummie or, in this context, Madam faced him sneeringly. 
She undid her dress.  I stood behind her to catch it as she let it
fall.  Madam grabbed the client's wrist and twisted him to the
floor. She was lithe and muscular yet sensuous.  The red bra and
panties were not too brief yet revealed by concealing.  Madam
kicked the client in the butt as he tried to get up.
     Jodi entered right on schedule.  She walked to her mummie as
if the client didn't exist.  "Mother, may I..."  She never
finished. As the client got to his feet Jodi turned on him. 
Grabbing him in a judo hold she threw him over her hip.  "You were
looking up my skirt!" She threw him again and stood over him so he
could not help but look up her skirt.  His erect cock tented up his
briefs.  
     "Mother, that thing was bothering me."  Jodi slapped him,
turned and walked out of the room.  Madam glared at him with anger
burning in her eyes.  She put  a head lock on him and rolled him
over her hip.  The client was put through several wrestling holds
and throws by Madam who easily body slammed to the mat.  Madam
could probably have defeated most adult men in wrestling.  Madam
pulled the client to his feet.  She faced him and grabbed his
balls.  He twisted and tried to shove her way.  Madam smiled as she
forced him into a grotesque dance od escape as she led him by his
balls.  She released and kicked his feet out from under him.  The
fall knocked the wind out of him.  "Robbi, please dispose of this
trash," she asked me unctuously.   
     I stood before him and dropped his clothes over his face.  I
threw his shoes at him.  I knelt over and rolled a condom over his
feeble but hard dick.  He got to his feet.  "Looking at my
panties!"  I slapped him again.  This time I put my hands behind
his head and yanked his face forward. "Take a good look," I
ordered.  I yanked his face down.  Madam and Jodi had drilled me
well.  I brought my knee up into his crotch.  The client doubled
over and lay on the mat in a fetal position.  When he started to
revive I rolled him onto his back with my foot. He lay with his
legs apart and his arms at his side.  I massaged his crotch with
the sole of my high heeled, patent leather shoe.  The client came. 
     We did not allow him to shower!  Such bitches!  As I led him
out of the house he handed me a fifty dollar bill as a tip!  I said
nothing but stared menacingly.  He drove off slowly.
     "Robbi, you're a natural!"  Madam kissed me on the cheek.
     Jodi hugged me. "Robbi, I love you, I love you!"  She caressed
my panty covered butt as she said this.  We went to her bedroom.

                            PART TEN
                            EPILOGUE
     Jodi and I dated when we were back in the city.  Madam
suggested I study business administration.  Well, Jodi and are life
partners.  Madam is grooming us to completely take over her
business.  OD course she still derives satisfaction from taking
care of some clients.
     If interest warrants, I'll tell how Jodi and Madam helped me
become a top notch dominatrix.

     All civil comments will be answered. E-mail MARTIL340@AOL.COM

     Mardee Louise Prynne