Carli

Carli shuddered at the thought.  But Melissa (or Sandi) was about to have her innocence ripped to shreds, so Carli refocused on the scene in front of them, looking back up at the screen from her position under her brother’s ass.

“Okay, Sandi, its time for you to become a woman.”

Melissa looked up to see Queen lying back down on the chaise.  One of the service whores was kneeling beside Queen, holding on to the base of the faux cock with both hands (her fingertips barely touched around the monster).  Queen knew that the blond teenaged virgin would not be going all the way down; the six-inch diameter base of the cock was only employed as a punishment tool for misbehaving prisoners.  Rather, Queen would use only the first eight inches of the dildo – the part that was only two and a half inches in diameter – for the deflowering.

Melissa, of course, didn’t know she was being “spared”.  Amira Love, the actress, gave a bravura performance of looking upon the tool of her destruction with pure terror.

“Whatta you think, cunt?  Would you want that in your twat?” Billy taunted.

“Sure!  Its not any bigger than BB’s knot,” Carli replied, comparing the diameter to the family dog’s knot.

“Yeah?  Then why do you scream every time he ties you?”

“Billy, dear.  Master!  You need to work on parsing women’s screams between those of pain, those of ecstasy, and those of both.  How will you know when the cunt you’re fucking is feeling what you want them to?  I’m sure my screams with BB are orgasmic.  Though, truthfully, I don’t even hear them.”

“Ssssuuush, you two.  Its about to happen!”

As Carli and Billy turned their attention back to the screen, they saw that Melissa was being guided, reluctantly, by the two naked prisoners to straddle Queen’s hips.  The girth of Queen meant that Melissa’s knees were spread about as widely as was possible.  This would increase the pain, of course, but that didn’t seem to be relevant to Queen.

Melissa was genuinely crying, tears streaming down her face.  (Or was it good acting?)  “Plleeeassse, Queen, Mistress!  Please don’t do this!  I’ll be a good girl for you.  I…I…will even kiss you…down there, I mean.”

“Down there?  What do you mean, ‘down there’?  And what to you mean, ‘kiss’?  Do you mean you will actually put your tongue in my snatch?  You will lick another woman!?!”  Queen’s inflection was definitely sarcastic.

But Melissa thought there was at least a chance that she could trade a few pussy-licks in place of a brutal deflowering.  “Oh, yes, Queen.  I’ll kiss you so softly that you’ll think you’re back outside, being made love to by a real lover.”

“Hmmmm.  That sounds absolutely……DREADFUL!!  I got myself four hundred whores who’ll “kissssssss” me anytime I want.  And if I wanted a man, I could have twenty…or even fifty.  And all of ‘em give much better tongue than you can even imagine.  And do you think you are in a position to bargain?  Do you think you won’t be licking my sloppy snatch ten times a day, anyway?”

“Okay, Queen.  Rip me to pieces.  Make it hurt!  Make me scream my lungs out!”

Melissa’s face took on a look of resignation.  “Please, Queen, don’t hurt me.  Be gentle.  I’ll be good.”  Both of the service sluts, each holding Melissa up with their hands under her armpits, sniggered at the virgin’s silly plea.

“Oooppps!  Guess I got that line wrong,” Carli said sardonically.

The camera came in close on Melissa’s face, as her cunt was perched on the top of the strap-on.  She looked to the ceiling, and might have been praying.  The camera panned to Queen’s face, and she gave a nod to her two servants.  The camera returned to Melissa’s face, far enough out to show the hands of the servants on top of her shoulders.  Then as it came in close again on her face, movement from the side indicated that the women had pushed Melissa firmly down.  Melissa’s eyes popped wide open as a terrible scream came out of her mouth.

“Ohhh, fuck!” Carli moaned, as she quivered through a mini-orgasm.  “I wonder how many takes they had to do to get the timing just right.  I bet the actress loved every one of them.”

“Tongue in asshole!” Billy roughly ordered.

“Oh, please, Billy.  Let me enjoy the cunt’s rape.”

“Billy, stop hogging both sluts.  Choose one.  I need to get something other than my hand wrapped around my cock.”  Davis paused the CD.

“No, Dad, you choose.  I don’t care.  One hole is like another.”

Davis was a little disappointed that his son was so nondiscriminating, but reminded himself that the boy had only had eight holes (3 each of his mother’s and sister’s, and Davis’ own two holes).  Thailand would be a learning experience for his son, as well as his daughter.  “Okay!  Carli, I’ll do your ass.”

The fourteen-year-old scrambled out from between her brother’s thighs as fast as she could, turned around on her hands and knees so she could watch the t.v., and thrust her ass invitingly up to her father’s crotch.  His cock disappeared into her anus as easily as a hot wire through butter.

“Please, Master,” Yvette pleaded to her son, “take me in the ass, too, so we can all watch the gang rape.”  She referred to the next scene on the CD.  Billy obliged his slave mother, putting his hands on the top of her pelvis.  She automatically reached back between her thighs, took his cock, and placed it on the brown star.  His deep thrust elicited a deep moan, part pain, but mostly delight.  She was pretty much in heaven, but a dozen and a half orgasms in the last twelve hours made it unlikely that she would cum from the assfuck alone; perhaps the stimulation of watching a woman unwillingly take on ten brutes, and imagining that she was that woman, would be able to push her over the cliff.

“Okay, Carli, fast forward.  We need to have most of the afternoon to rest up for the flight.”

When Carli stopped the CD and started it playing in regular time, the scene had changed.  A group of ten of the women prisoners, including the star, of course, was being marched down a walkway between two rows of cells.  Each of the cells housed ten men, and it was now obvious that we were in a men’s prison.  The cells were barren of furniture, having only a large mattress on the floor (the camera focuses on a mattress to show its many stains). If Carli had stopped the fast forwarding of the CD a little earlier, we would have learned that once a week, Queen sent over ten of her girls to whore in the men’s prison.  The hundred prisoners had each paid $50 to be one of ten who would share a slut for a night.  The men’s warden took the first $2000, and the remainder went to Queen.

The women were stopped by Joyce, one of the women guards who had brought them over from “Valley”.  She had a clipboard, and tried to start reading the assignments, but the cacophony of catcalls, whistles, and rude shouts from the cells drowned her out.  “Hey you fucker assholes, SHUT UP!  Or you’ll be wanking off on your own!” she shouted.

The place didn’t go silent, of course, but the noise level came down enough for the guard to be heard.  “Betty, first cell on the right.”  A tall redhead separated herself from the other women prisoners, gave the Joyce the bird, and sauntered over to the cell, waiting for the door to be opened electronically.  The men in the cell whooped and hollered, and reached through the bars to grope the whore.  She let them.

“Hey!” the woman guard yelled.  “Remember the rules.  No permanent marks!  And no shit in her cunt!  Don’t forget what happened to that freak last month who bit off a nipple.  Those were his balls and cock we sent back over here – to serve out the remained of his sentence,” she giggled.  “And now he’s a she, doing quite nicely as a fuck slut for Queen and her friends – me included.”

The camera panned to Melissa, dressed as all the women prisoners were in a gray, knee-top length shift, with no bra and no panties.  She was shaking with fear.

“Genie, first cell on the left.  Don’t let me hear any complaints from your lovers like last time.”  The prisoner shrugged, then retorted, “You try to keep down ten loads of piss after you’ve already swallowed a gallon of cum.”

“Honey, you know I don’t do men.  Okay!  Diane, second cell on the right.”

So it went until there were just two prisoners left, and the group was at the end of the corridor.  Melissa was one of the two, and Tashelle, a tall, light-skinned, long-haired black girl, was the other.  The camera panned to first the cell on the right, and revealed it to be full of very mean-looking black inmates, most of them now slowly stroking their cocks.  One of them, Tyrone, who we would learn was the leader, smirked.  He knew they were going to get the pretty little, blonde, almost-virgin.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Tashelle said to Joyce, and started to amble over to the cell.  Joyce reached up and yanked Tashelle ponytail so hard that the prisoner fell on her back.

“Not today, slut!  You get the other cell.” Tashelle looked to the cell on the left.  It was filled with ten mean-looking Latinos.

Tashelle jumped up to her feet as fast as possible.  “Oh, no, Joyce.  I don’t do spics.  They smell.  Besides, Tyrone knows I’ll do him as good as he’s ever had it.  He must have told Queen he wanted me.  Let the new cunt do the spics.”

“Ha!  Ha!  So, Chico, sounds like even skank whores can’t stomach smelly brown puke like you!” Tyrone taunted.

“Fuck you, asshole.  When we get done with you, you’ll beg me to let you tongue my ano.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Tyrone yawned.  “Hey, Tashelle, don’t worry.  None of ‘em have dicks bigger than my little finger.  You won’t even know you’re being fucked!”  This caused a near riot, and if the Chicanos and Blacks hadn’t been locked in cages, several of them would be bleeding out from holes cut with prison-made shivs.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Joyce screamed.  “Sandi, get your ass over to the cell on the right.”

“No, no, Joyce.  I’m really serious.  I can’t be with them!” Tashelle wailed.

“Tell you what, Tash.  I’ll just tell Queen that you refused to do your cell, and we’ll have to refund these fine gentlemen their money.  Maybe even give them a freebie next week.  Or better yet, I’ll let you tell Queen.  That way, you can explain your fine sensibilities to her.  She’s a woman; she’ll understand.  Should we do that?”

Tashelle’s face was priceless.  And she was almost as good an actress as Amira.  (Her stage name was Aurora Jolie.)  A kaleidoscope of terror, revulsion, terror again, begging, all washed across her face.  She wasn’t really afraid, of course, since the ten guys in the cell were all fellow porn actors, most of whom she had done before.  And frankly, she was a little horny – though she didn’t let that emotion show.

“Awww, please, Joyce.  You know they’ll mess me up – bad,” she pleaded and cried.

“Hey, Tash!  I’ll take your place,” Carli offered.  “In fact, why don’t we let Sandi off the hook.  I’ll do both cells.”

“In your dreams,” Billy interjected, emphasizing his statement with a particularly deep thrust into his mother’s ass.  Yvette moaned and dropped her forehead to the floor, raising her ass slightly to give her son a better angle.

“Daddy, can you arrange it so I can do twenty guys in one night?”  She looked back over her shoulder to a sight she never grew tired of – that of her father’s serene joy as he pistoned his cock into her ass.

“I won’t tell you what my instructions to Lamai are.  You’ll just have to wait, and do what you are told.”

“Don’t worry, baby,” Yvette said, looking up from the floor to her daughter.  “You’ll get used in ways that will satisfy all of your sick wishes.”

The screen had gone to black, and came back slowly to the scene in the men’s cellblock.  As the scene came into focus, loud sound effects of fucking came from the eight other cells:  Men shooting their wads, some disappointed because they came so fast, woman sounds, mostly moans, but some “Oh, yeah, fuck me harder”, an argument between two men over which one was next, etc.

But the scene that came into focus was of Melissa, standing inside the cell, still in her shift, looking at the floor and crying gently.  The camera got her face; fear had been replaced by resignation, but the tears continued to flow.  She steadfastly refused to look Tyrone in the face.  He lifted her chin.  “Queen tells me you ain’t never had real cock.  That so?”

Melissa gave a barely perceptible nod.  “Well, this is your lucky day.  Your first man-fuck is going to be the best one you ever have.  Maybe that’s not so lucky.  You’ll always think back to Tyrone’s fucking.”  She nodded slightly again.  “So let’s see whatch you got!”  At this, Melissa looks up into the scarred face of her first man.  She still pouts, and looks around to the other nine men, stroking themselves and anxious to see what they are going to get to fuck.  She looks back at Tyrone, and slowly lifts her arms above her head, inviting Tyrone to remove her shift.

The camera follows the shift up, but from the back.  Even though we’ve seen her naked before, the knowledge that the girl doesn’t want to be raped, yet is resigned to the fact that she will service ten black men for a whole night, makes the CD audience want to cream in their pants – except few of them are wearing anything at this point.  Melissa’s ass cheeks are beautiful.

“Whoooeee!  I think we got ourselves some fine, white, virgin meat!” Tyrone exclaims as he tosses the shift over to the corner.

“Let’s see!” one of the other black men says.

Melissa continues looking up at Tyrone.  He nods.  She quivers a bit, then slowly begins to turn around.  One of the men reaches in and pinches a nipple.  Melissa shrieks, one hand going to her tit, and the other, unconsciously down to try and cover her crotch.

Tyrone slams the hand away.  “That’s it, Wilson!  I told you!  You just got yourself to the end of the line!”  He takes Melissa by the shoulders and roughly turns her back to face him.  Then he pushes her down to her knees.  The camera comes in for a close-up of Melissa’s first close look at cock – a huge cock.  She just stares at it, probably the only woman at the Valley who doesn’t know that kneeling in front of a man, with his crotch three inches from her face, means you open your mouth and start fellating.  Tyrone takes her hesitation as refusal and grabs a handful of hair.  “Suck, cunt!” he orders.  She looks up to his face again, the picture of innocence.  “Start sucking, cunt, or this ain’t going to go so good for you.”

“Oh, fuck, stick it in my mouth you nigger bastard!”  Carli is on the verge of cumming – again.  She reaches down between her thighs and starts strumming her clit.

The camera shows the black cock passing Melissa’s lips, and the girl deep-throats it without gagging.  This is a continuity problem, of course.  Amira forgets that she is a virgin who has never had cock in her mouth, much less her throat.  For some reason, the Director doesn’t reshoot the scene – probably because he is cumming down the throat of a fluffer at this precise moment.

We now visit the cell across the corridor.  Tashelle is naked on her back on the mattress, four naked guys holding her legs and arms out.  From the back, we see Chico pull his belt out of his pants.

“Anyone care if I warm up this nigger cunt before we get down to it?”  Carli has switched to the male lines.  Then back to Tash’s line.  “Please, Chico, I’m sorry.  Don’t use the belt.  Please!”

“Please, Chico, I’m sorry.  Don’t use the belt.  Please!  Just fuck me!”

“Opps!  Forgot that part.  Go ahead Chico, tell me what I have to do to escape the belt.”

“How sorry are you, cunt?  How about proving how sorry you are.  Guys, I think the skank whore wants to give us all a tongue bath.  Don’t you, nigger?”  The camera shows Tash’s face in a scrunch of revulsion.  “Okay, guys, she’ll do our pits first.  Then she’ll lick our balls.  And if she’s really sorry, she’ll beg to do our ass cracks.  Hell, she’ll probably stick that nigger tongue as far up as it reaches, won’t you, cunt?”

“Aw, Chico, let’s do that later.  I gotta fuck her ass.  Bad!”

“Shut up, Pepe.  So, skank, you ready to get that tongue working.”  Aurora Jolie looks like she’s about to barf.  “I want to hear how sweet you think we smell.  I want to hear you beg to sniff my ass.  And get that look off your face, nigga.  If I don’t believe you really want to sniff, you’ll still sniff and lick and tongue-fuck, and get the belt too!”

“Oh, shit!  Okay, Daddy, you have to tell your madam to force me to lick a thousand asses.  Fuck!  I’m cumming again.

“No, Chico, don’t make me do that.  Just fuck me.  All of you, fuck me.  Fuck me in the ass.”  The camera shows the belt coming down in slow motion, finally striking Tash’s pussy with an amplified leather-on-skin WACK.  Her body arches like a bow, and her scream is ear-piercing.  In quick succession, blows rain down on her mound, both tits, and again the pussy.  Tash is screaming herself hoarse.

“That looks really real,” Carli whispers.

“Yes, honey, I agree,” her mother replies.  “I can tell you that a leather belt on your pussy causes a supernova in your brain.  Much worse than your tits, and that’s like…like…ahh…well, like nothing you’ve ever felt.”

“I’m going to get it in Bangkok, aren’t I?”

“I don’t know any more than you do.  But I’m pretty sure I will be whipped on the pussy.”

“Can you cum?  I mean, cum when a guy’s whipping your cunt?”

“Depends, honey!  Depends on a lot of things.  But, I can usually cum.  Uhhhnhhh.  Speaking of which, can I cum, Master?”  She looks up at her son who is rhythmically fucking her asshole.

“Wait ‘til I cum.  Then, if Dad will let me give Carli a piss enema, you can cum when she voids in your mouth.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“Hey in there!  We’re not having any problems, are we?”  Joyce is standing outside the cell.  Apparently, she has brought her own entertainment since a woman in a nurse’s uniform is between her thighs, licking the officer’s pussy.  “Remember, Chico, no permanent marks!”

Chico delivers another hard blow, making sure that the force is directed at the now engorged clit..  Tashelle screamed once more, briefly, then passed out.

“Mom, have you ever passed out?  From pain, I mean?”

“Yes, dear.  Now enough of your questions.  Finish your Dad off so Billy can piss in your ass.  And I can cum, finally.”

Tash is coming back to consciousness, discovering that her face is buried in Chico’s ass.  She moans in disgust and humiliation.  “Sorry, cunt, but the State cut back on prison funding.  We don’t get toilet paper.  Usually, I have one of the nigger boys take care of the shit bits.  But having a nigger cunt do it is even better!”  He lifts his ass off Tash’s face so the camera can capture the brown stain.

The camera swings down to Tash’s pussy.  She is being finger-fucked by another prisoner; the camera shows three fingers disappearing and reappearing.  They are well coated with her female fluid.

We then take a quick tour of several of the other cells.  One whore has enjoyed a bukkake session with a lot of stringy cum in her hair and on her face.  A guy is standing above her holding his cock – were not sure if he is about to cum in her face or piss on her.  Another cell shows the whore being doubled, a thick cock in her cunt and another in her ass; the guys are synchronized.  In another cell, the woman is mounting a guy lying down on the mattress and fellating another; she shudders through an orgasm.

Finally, we are back at Michelle’s cell hell.  We are in time to see her ass impaled by her first real cock.  It is a very black cock, contrasting starkly with her alabaster ass cheeks.  She is still crying, and moaning in pain.  Her face is in Tyrone’s crotch, cleaning it of his jism and her cunt fluid.

Time passes, we are led to believe, and we come back to see Tash with her arms and legs stretched wide, wrists and ankles belted to the bars, having her tits beaten.  Angry red marks show where she as has been bitten.  Her nipples are engorged, and one of them is dripping blood.  Tyrone, still naked as are all of the men in all of the cells, comes over and wraps one of his fists into Tash’s shoulder-length hair.  “Having fun yet, puta?”  She looks at him with her eyes partially up in her head and her tongue partially hanging out.  She should get the porn Oscar – unless, of course, this is really happening to her.  “No?  Maybe we haven’t tried hard enough.”

“Please, Chico, no more.  I’ll lick you wherever you want.  I’ll lick all of you.  Just fuck me.  Let me make you cum.”  Her voice is ragged.

“Girls just want to have fun…” he pariodies.  He roughly grabs her chin.  “Open your mouth, cunt!”  She does and he spits into it.  She moans her disgust.  He looks back to one of his gang members and sneers.  “Do it!”

The athletic stud kneels down on one knee in front of the woman with her obscenely spread legs.  He takes a deep breath and drives his clenched fist as hard as he can into her crotch.  She screams again, and again passes out.

“Jesus!”  Joyce exclaimed.  Blood is now dripping from Tash’s lacerated pussy lips; the fist that flattened her lips was adorned with several rings.  “What the fuck, Chico!?!”

“Shut up, cunt, its not permanent.  She’ll be able to fuck before you know it.  In fact, take her down and lets start the fucking she’s been begging for.”

“I’m warning you, Chico!”  Whereupon, having witnessed a wonderful cunt torture while having her own love button sucked on, she shuddered her own intense orgasm.

“Wake her up.  Be a shame if she missed all the fun.”  The guy with the fist delivered another uppercut, this one to her right tit.

“‘Jesus’ is right.  Do you think it’s faked?” Carli whispered again to her mother.

“Carli, I told you.  I need to cum.  You need to bring your father off.  And, no, I don’t think it’s faked.”

“And just how do you think I’m going to bring Daddy off?  He lasts for hours.”

Yvette turn to appeal to Davis.  “Please, Master.  Fill your daughter’s ass, then let me lick you clean.”

Davis chuckled.  “No, slave, I’m good for now.  I’ll let Billy piss in Carli’s ass after he’s cum.  I think it is you who had better work to get him off.”

Billy was nowhere as adept in controlling his orgasms as was his father.  Yvette started a rhythmic squeezing of his cock with her sphincter.  This was a bit of a problem for her since it drove her dangerously close to cumming herself, but Billy finally gave it up and shot his wad into his mother’s ass.

“Okay boys and girls.  I think we’ve had enough stimulation for the day,” Davis said as he pulled his cock out of his daughter’s ass and inserted it in his wife’s mouth.  “Slaves, bring each other off, then shower and take a nap.”  It took only a couple of seconds for the women to get into their very familiar sixty-nine and begin to tongue each other’s pussy and clit.

“Billy, let’s go play in the shower.  The sluts will join us when they get enough of eating each other out.”

Since both women were on the edge anyway, squeals of satisfaction were quickly heard.  Yvette knew that Carli needed some pain for a really good orgasm so she bit her daughter’s clit as she felt Carli’s body tighten.  Of course Yvette was an even bigger pain slut, so Carli returned the favor.

They lay with their faces in each other’s crotch, savoring the post-orgasmic relief of tension.  “Mom, I need to pee.”  This might have been a plea to be allowed to get up and go to the bathroom for most other mother:daughter incestuous pairs, but for the Maddox women, it was merely an indication that one of them needed to open her lips and move her mouth an inch or so from a clit to a pee hole.  Yvette sighed contentedly as the warm liquid flowed into her mouth.

Chapter 4 – Bangkok, Here We Come

The First Class cabin on the Cathay Pacific Boeing 744 was spacious.  Davis could well afford the $50,000 he was spending to fly his family to Bangkok – that was less than his share of a single night at only one of his brothels.  And his two women sex slaves, especially his 14-year-old daughter, would easily make that up during the month they would be working in his Chiang Mai BDSM brothel.   While patrons would be limited in what they could demand from the women, both were beautiful blonde white women, and that alone would insure that they would be fully employed 18-20 hours per day.

Carli could not contain herself.  Her pussy had started leaking as soon as she got dressed for the midnight departure.  The fact that she was wearing panties was so unusual that the cloth between her thighs served as a constant reminder of the adventures which would begin in twenty hours.  Although it would be several days before she was transported to Chiang Mai from Bangkok, she would still get to work in the more “vanilla” brothel on the river.

Billy was pretty excited too.  His father intended to teach him as much as possible about owning a whore (his sister, when they returned), the business aspects of prostitution, and to expose him to quite a few sexual fetishes he had not yet experienced.

Yvette was more sanguine.  This was not her first trip to work in her Master’s brothel.  In fact, it wasn’t even the first trip this year.  Her experiences were always informative and energizing, and she especially valued the new little tips she would pick up on how she could please her Master.  However, it usually took a few weeks for all of the wounds to heal.  And the food really disagreed with her digestion.

In the first hour of the flight, Carli played with all of the seat and video controls.  She discovered that her seat could fold down flat, and could be rotated.  By two AM, everyone in First Class was asleep.  Everyone, that is, except for Carli and Andrew Ashcraft.  Andrew was a forty-year-old shipping executive, also traveling to Bangkok.  He, like Davis, was bringing his family, which consisted of his thirty-two-year old wife, Sydney, and his fifteen-year-old daughter, Kendra.

The reason that Andrew had not drifted off to sleep like everyone else was that Carli had turned her chair to face him before reclining it.  Carli’s short skirt had ridden up on her legs, and Andrew had a perfect beaver shot of the pubescent panty-clad crotch.  Carli pretended to be asleep, and being such a young innocent, she couldn’t be expected to know that men would look up her skirt if in her sleep, her modesty failed her.  Andrew pretended to be reading, stealing furtive glances every so often at his wife to make sure she was still asleep, then peering over his book to ogle the sleeping girl.

At least this was how the scene could be described if all of the participants maintained the semblance of virtuousness.  And Andrew really did think the girl was innocent, as he assumed of his own daughter, not yet aware that men were animals.  Carli, on the other hand, was not virtuous.  She knew exactly what was happening, and she knew the poor guy was probably creaming in his pants.  She shifted slightly, as though moving in her sleep, and the bottom of the skirt rode up to an inch below her crotch.  A few minutes later, she turned over the other way, somewhat lowering the skirt again (though nowhere near low enough to hide her panties), and her hand found its way, innocently, to the top of her mound.

Over the next few minutes, the hand insinuated itself down, and now pressed the skirt tightly against her crotch.  The panty view disappeared, but Andrew was entertained with the vision of a virgin softly caressing herself in her sleep.

One other person was awake in the First Class cabin, a beautiful, young Chinese stewardess.  Li-Hua, 25, was frankly horny.  And watching the little sexual episode being acted out in her cabin was driving her to distraction.  She was bisexual, but sex with men was only engaged in to further some interest of hers; women were what got Li-Hua’s juices flowing – well, that’s not quite accurate – girls were what got her panties wet.  Li-Hua knew perfectly well that Carli was not the innocent virgin Andrew assumed.  Her tight uniform prevented her from stroking herself.  So this was a pretty frustrating flight for Li-Hua.

About 3 AM, Carli “woke-up”.  Andrew immediately buried his face in his book, but was able to watch as Carli “discovered” her immodesty, and straightened her skirt.  Andrew thought he might have seen a wry smile, but decided he was just seeing the changing expressions of a sleepy girl.

Carli got up from her seat, carefully smoothing down her skirt, and went to the bathroom.  Andrew took the opportunity to stand up himself so that he could rearrange is cramped cock.  In a few minutes, Carli came back to her seat, and to Andrew’s shock and chagrin, dropped a note in his lap.

Sir,

I’m so embarrassed and sorry for my wanton behavior.  I hope you will accept my gift of contrition, which you will find in the restroom.

Carli

Andrew’s mouth dropped open and he looked up from the note to see that Carli had lain back down on her First Class seat, and appeared to have fallen back asleep, but not before covering her legs with a blanket.  So much for more beaver.  He quickly turned to see whether his wife and/or daughter had seen the note being dropped in his lap, but they were both fast asleep.  He looked around the cabin to see if anyone else had noticed.  Li-Hua looked away before he saw her, so he assumed that she, too, had missed the moment.  Stretching, he went to the bathroom, and “coincidentally” chose the same one Carli had used.

As soon as he entered, he saw what her “gift of contrition” was – her sopping panties.  Also, there was another note.

Sir,

My girlfriends tell me that boys like to smell girls’ panties.  Not sure why, but here are the panties that I moistened as I dreamt of giving you my cherry.  My girlfriends have all lost their cherries to dump boys.  I want more.  I want a mature man who knows how to make love.  I think you are so handsome, and I couldn’t help myself as I fantasized giving myself to you.

I know it can never happen.  But if there is a way, I will do whatever I can to have you be the one to make me a woman.  My name is Carli Maddox, and I live in Berkeley, CA.  My e-mail address is mangotango@gmail.com.

I’ll keep my cherry as long as I can on the hope that you can take it.

Hugs and kisses,

Carli

Andrew’s hands were shaking by the time he got to the end of the note.  He lived in Walnut Creek, which was very close to Berkeley.  Her name was burned into his consciousness, and the e-mail address was easy to remember.  He wadded up the note, and together with the one in his pocket, he buried them under paper towels in the trash receptacle.  Of course there was the problem of the panties.  He brought them to his nose.  The gusset was soaked, and smelled strongly of girl juice.  He took out his cock and started wanking with one hand while holding the panties to his nose with the other.  It only took about twenty seconds before his shot a wad over the sink.  He stuffed the panties into his jacket pocket, strongly motivated to remember them, and move them … where? … before his wife had occasion to do anything with his clothes.

He looked at himself in the mirror, and wondered for a moment whether he really could arrange to deflower this nymph.  Then he rejected the idea as absurd.  But at least the panties and the fantasy would provide some fodder for his daily masturbatory activities.

Returning to his seat, he looked over to Carli, whom he now knew was faking sleep.  The blanket had come off her legs, which were spread about a foot wide at the knees, and her skirt was all the way up.  His eyes feasted on the naked 14-year-old pussy.  Carli let him drink in the sight for about fifteen seconds, then closed her legs, pulled up the cover, and really went to sleep.

Li-Hua groaned in frustration as she had been looking up Carli’s skirt for the entire time Andrew was in the bathroom.  She tried to think about how she could get a young piece of ass when she arrived in Hong Kong, and decided that she was so horny that she would just have to go to a brothel.  It would be nice to spend the afternoon with some pre-teen between her thighs

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Fourteen hours later, Andrew got the scare of his life.  As he approached the boarding gate for the Bangkok flight, who should he see but Carli!  It was obvious that she was traveling with her family – father, mother, brother.  But she was sitting separated from them.  In fact, she was sitting with his own wife and daughter.

“Andrew, I want you to meet someone,” Sydney, his wife called.  “Talk about coincidences!  This is Carli Maddox.  She was in the same volleyball camp last summer as Kendra.  And her family is going to Bangkok on the same two flights as we.  I didn’t recognize her on the plane.”

Carli stuck out her hand.  “Hello, Mr. Ashcraft.  I’m not surprised Mrs. Ashcraft didn’t recognize me.  I wasn’t very good, and Kendra is a real volleyball star.”

Andrew looked like a deer caught in headlights.  He stammered some inane response, which caused Sydney to give him a quizzical look.  Carli looked down to Andrew’s bulging coat pocket, and smiled knowing what was stuffed into it.

“Come on, Kendra, let’s go get some Asian fashion magazines,” Carli said.  “Nice meeting you, Mr. Ashcraft.  Maybe I’ll see you again back home.”

“Ahhh, sure.  Why don’t you plan to come to one of Kendra’s volleyball games?”

“Great idea!”