Message-ID: <18280eli$9812240506@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: spambane.randi_pattersen@hotmail.com Subject: Magda [Ff, pedo] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <3682bbb7.9576373@theriver.com> *** Standard Disclaimer *** The following contains a textual depiction of consensual sex between a woman and a young girl. The descriptions are graphic and clinical. Please read no farther if this kind of material offends you. Permission is hereby granted to reproduce, archive, and disseminate this story by any means, as long as the following conditions are met: 1) The entire text of the story is reproduced, archived, or disseminated, including this disclaimer. 2) The story is not reproduced, archived, or disseminated as part of any commercial product or collection that is distributed for financial gain. Permission is explicitly denied to archives that require an Adult Check ID number for access to this file, or to any archive that accepts advertising on any web page visible to a person attempting to locate or access this file. This means you, Deja News! * * * Magda by Randi Pattersen I met Magda at a sex club in Amsterdam in the summer of 1976. I was fourteen. My family was in Europe on an extended vacation/business trip. My father was in Brussels for a business conference that was scheduled to last at least a month, and we decided to join him and have a European vacation. I was excited about it, mainly because of the stories my babysitter, Diane, had told me. She spent two summers in Europe, and it was exciting to hear about the places and the people she had visited and met. But what I was really interested in was Diane's sexual adventures. I got the impression from Diane that most of Europe was far less repressive about sex in general than the US was. I was very eager to see for myself. My mother's parents are Dutch, and I have a Dutch uncle (Well, he is my great-uncle, my grandmother's brother) who lived in Amsterdam until he died in 1992. While my father did his business meetings in Brussels, My mother, my brother, and I took a train to Amsterdam to visit Uncle Jan (pronounced "yawn"). Uncle Jan was a retired professor of mathematics, and somewhat of a local hero...he had been active in the Dutch resistance during WWII. He received the Dutch equivalent of the US Medal of Honor. I had never met him before. I really liked him. He taught me how to play chess that summer. Anyway, my mother stayed with us for a week in Amsterdam, and then took the train back to Belgium, leaving my brother and I with Uncle Jan. It was only an hour and half by train, and she came back several times, over the course of our vacation, kind of commuting between Brussels and Amsterdam. Before my mother went back to Brussels, Uncle Jan took us on a tour of Amsterdam. We took cabs and busses, and it was very fun. But I wanted to see Amsterdam's most famous (infamous?) attraction: The red light district. Amsterdam's red light district was (and still is, in my humble opinion) the porn capitol of Europe. Diane raved about it, telling me about the massage parlors and the brothels where the women (and men!) would sit on display in big storefront windows, and the pornographic film theaters, where nothing was censored. But what I really wanted to see were the sex clubs. Diane told me about them: They were places where you paid a fee to "join" the club and then you could have sex with any other member of the club, or with the staff of the club. I had to stifle my curiosity, though. My mother and my brother were really into seeing the dikes and the windmills and the tulip gardens, and all the touristy stuff. I was aroused all the time, thinking constantly about the sex clubs, and what would sex with a strange adult would be like, because I was determined to find out. I was frustrated though, because I could never seem to get away from my family to go exploring on my own. We would get back from where ever we had been sightseeing, and I would go upstairs to my room, and masturbate, and fantasize about having sex with an adult. I do not count Diane as an adult; she was may babysitter, once upon a time, and always will be my friend. It did not help that I had forgot to pack my vibrator. One day, in frustration, I begged off a trip to the university, and rode my uncle's ten- speed to a drug store, because I wanted to get a vibrator plus get some condoms -- you know, be prepared. Diane said that vibrators and dildos were sold openly in most drug stores in Holland, and I was surprised to discover she was quite right. I was rather embarrassed when I put a vibrator and two packets of condoms on the counter. The clerk was a teen-ager not much older than me. She put them in a bag, and rung them up on the register. I was about to leave, when she reached out and grabbed my shoulder, and stopped me. I do not speak Dutch, and she did not speak English or Spanish (my only other language), but she made me understand that I had to wait. I stopped, and she ran towards the back of the store, and I wondered what was happening -- was I going to be age- checked? Would they call the police if they found out I was only fourteen? She came back just a few seconds later, with something in her hand. I could not see what it was at first, but she had a smile on her face, and she was laughing. She opened my bag, and I saw what it was as she dropped it inside: a package of batteries for the vibrator. I must have turned scarlet because she stopped laughing, smiled gently, and patted my cheek. I dug into my pocket for some more guilders, but she just smiled and shook her head, and touched my cheek again. I left the drugstore, and when I got back to my uncle's, I climbed into bed, inserted the vibrator into my vagina, and masturbated for an hour, and fell asleep, and did not wake until I heard the cab deposit my uncle and brother in front of the house. My mother stayed for about a week, and then went back to Brussels. I finally got my chance to go to the red light district two days after she left. Uncle Jan wanted to take us out on the Zuider Zee, which is the very southern tip of the North Sea. He wanted to take us to Harlingen, which is about 75 miles north of Amsterdam, across the Zuider Zee. It was going to be a three day trip, about ten hours on his sloop each way, and one day in Harlingen to visit some of his friends. I pretended to be ill again, and my Uncle almost cancelled the trip, but I convinced him I would be fine, and that mother could be here in less than two hours if I got really sick. So Brian and Uncle Jan set sail for Harlingen, and I set sail for the red light district. I hopped onto my uncle's ten-speed after Uncle Jan and Brian left for the private docks in a cab. I gave them about an hour head start, because the red light district is just off the waterfront, and I did not want to risk running into them. Amsterdam is quite warm in the summer, so I was wearing short shorts and a sleeveless blouse. I was wearing my hair fairly long that summer, and I had it tied up and back with a long piece of red ribbon. I cycled down to the waterfront, and then past it to where the red light district began. It was just after noon, and the place was crowded. The sidewalks were full of people, and the streets were full of cabs. I got off the bike and pushed it beside me. Diane had described the sex clubs she had been to, so I had a good idea of what I was looking for -- a residential-looking house among all the businesses. It was not long before I saw one. I kept going, and pretty soon I could spot them easily. By mid-afternoon, I decided I was ready. I deposited my uncle's bicycle at a cycle locker, and walked purposefully, if a bit trepidatiously, towards a sex club. The street was very noisy and bright, but the minute the door closed behind me, it was quiet and dark. There were people, young and old, men and women, sitting at card tables or on sofas, or just standing in small groups, talking and laughing. There was a kind of desk-alcove with a very pretty young woman sitting in it. She was watching me when I noticed her, and looked at me a bit quizzically, but I walked over and started digging in my pockets for money. I held out a fistful of ten guilder notes. She lost the quizzical look, though she still watched me with some interest. She peeled off several notes and handed the rest back to me. I tucked the notes back into my pocket, took a deep breath, and then walked into the middle of the room. I was scared, excited, aroused, and curious, all at the same time. I remember people watching me and I remember several men getting up and starting towards me, but who were pulled back by the women they were talking to. I was not particularly interested in having sex with a man, though I was not against the idea. I just stood there, waiting to see what would happen. I felt somebody come up behind me, and I turned, and it was a woman. She was much older than me, probably in her late thirties. She was about two inches taller than my 5' 6" and I had to look up into her eyes, which were regarding me with more than just curiosity. I could feel her heat, and her desire was almost a palpable thing. I felt something give way inside of me. She took me by the hand, and led me over to an unoccupied couch against the far wall. It was fairly dark, illuminated by only a single shaded lamp. We sat down, and immediately I felt her hands on me, caressing my breasts through my blouse. I was startled, but she leaned over and took my mouth with hers, and kissed me. Her breath was sweet, and she tasted like cinnamon. I tried to ignore all the other people, but it was difficult. I shut my eyes, and concentrated on this woman. I was beginning to relax a little, but I was still rather tense. I felt a little better when she took her hand from my breasts and reached over my head and turned the lamp off. When she returned her hand to my chest, she unbuttoned two buttons of my blouse, and slipped her hand inside. I was wearing a bra, but she just cupped my breasts through the bra, and squeezed them. I was becoming decidedly more aroused, even though I was still nervous about being in a room full of strange people, even though it was dark, and nobody seemed to be paying any special attention to us. She slipped her tongue into my mouth, and I eagerly accepted it. She let me suck on it, and I liked the way she tasted. I felt her withdraw her hand from inside my blouse, and then slide it down my stomach to my thighs. She caressed my thighs, rubbing her palm against them. She eased my legs apart, and began to lightly run her hands along the fly of my shorts. I liked it. I was beginning to relax, but then I felt her unbutton the top button of my shorts, and this made me nervous again. Well, not nervous, but more self-conscious. She must have sensed this because she brought her hand back to my breasts, and began to caress them again. I relaxed, and she continued kissing me, and fondling my breasts for what seemed like a long time. When she finally took her mouth from mine, she looked me in the eyes for a moment, and then motioned with her head towards a stairway a few feet away. I nodded. Time for the real sex. She got up, and made some kind of hand signal towards the desk, and then reached down with both hands and pulled me to my feet. She smiled all of a sudden, and I smiled back. I felt wonderful inside. My nipples were tingling, and I just wanted her to touch me again. She started up the stairs, holding my hand, and I followed behind her. On the way up, I realized I did not even know her name, and she did not know mine. I watched her hips swaying as we climbed. We reached a landing, and she stopped, and turned towards me and drew me to her. I felt her hands slide down my back and grasp the cheeks of my ass, and she thrust her pelvis against me. I melted against her, and she found my mouth again with hers, and kissed me long and hard. She broke the kiss and continued up the next flight. We reached the second floor landing, and stepped through a door to a softly lit hallway. There were four doors, two on each side of the hallway. It looked like a normal hallway in any large house, with a couple of chairs and side tables, pictures hanging on the walls, and a full bookcase at the opposite end. She took me to the last door on the left, and we went inside. It was her bedroom, apparently. It had a wooden floor, with several large rugs scattered here and there. It was a big room, with a loveseat, and two wingback chairs with a low coffee table between them. There was a plain wooden chair opposite the loveseat. A huge four poster bed occupied almost one entire wall. There was a chest of drawers, and a large two-door armoire against the wall, flanking the door. There was a large mirror on the wall opposite the bed, and a window with curtains drawn directly opposite the door where I was standing. There was an open door in the wall to the right of the bed, and I could see what looked like a bathroom through it. The woman led me to the plain wooden chair, and motioned for me to sit down. I did, and looked up at her. She smiled again, and motioned for me to stay seated, and then disappeared into the bathroom. She was not gone long. I heard a toilet flush. She came out a few moments later. She had been wearing a plain dress, and now she was wearing a long robe. I got up from the chair, and started to unbutton the last two buttons on my blouse, but she shook her head and motioned for me to sit down again. I did, but I was puzzled. She stood behind me, and took my cheeks in her hand, and I felt her kiss the top of my head. Her hands slipped down until they were on my shoulders. She began to massage them, gently but firmly, and I relaxed immediately. I love massages. She worked her hands forward onto my chest and unbuttoned one more button of my blouse. Then she slipped both of her hands inside my blouse and took one of my breasts in each of her hands, and squeezed them very firmly. I gasped at the sensation. She released one of my breasts, and I felt her hand slide down across my stomach, and then emerge from under my blouse. It continued downward, and then she grasped my pubis, and began to squeeze me hard. I gasped again, and spread my legs wide. She stopped, and brought her hand back up through my blouse to my breasts, and then withdrew both of her hands from my blouse. She again began to massage my shoulders, only now I was very definitely aroused, and I was just waiting for her to find my breast and mons again with her hands. But she surprised me, and it would not be the last time she surprised me. She ran her hands into my hair, and I felt her untie my ribbon. I had my hands on my legs the whole time, and now I felt her take my wrists and bring them behind the chair back. I felt her loop the ribbon around my wrists twice, and then cinch it quite firmly. I was effectively bound to the chair. It was not uncomfortable physically, but I was suddenly nervous again. I started to panic, and I said, "Hey!" What was she going to do? She did not keep me in suspense long. She walked in front of me, and put two fingers to my lips. I shut up, but I watched her very closely. She unbuttoned the last button on my blouse and then peeled it back. I was breathing quite heavily, more from nervousness than anything else. She resumed her place behind me, and then palmed my breasts. She unhooked the front clasp of my bra, and slipped my breasts free of the cups. Despite my panic, I was quite aroused, and my nipples were fully erect. She took each nipple between her fingers and thumbs and pinched them, delicately at first, and then more firmly. I could feel her nails digging in, but it was not painful. Far from it! I felt an orgasm build, and then wash through me. She took first one breast, then the other, and held them between her palms, and then pressed her palms together, my breast trapped between. It was an amazing sensation. I began to relax, not feeling so nervous now. In fact, I was really enjoying this. I was at her mercy. I could have freed my hands, if I had wanted to, but I was realizing that I *did not* want to. And that was a very startling revelation. She continued to fondle my breasts as I was contemplating this, and I came again, almost by surprise. She removed her hands from my breasts and came around the chair to kneel at my side. She leaned close, and I looked down at her as she took my left breast in her mouth. She engulfed it, taking almost all of it into her mouth, and I felt her tongue pushing at my nipple. She sucked hard, and I felt it, all the way to my toes. She began to chew my breast. I could feel her teeth sliding along it. I wanted to grab her head and pull it even harder against my breast, but I could not move my hands. She bit down on my nipple gently, and stretched it and my breast away from my chest. Just when it started to hurt, she let the nipple slip between her teeth, and my breast fell back. She did this several times. As she used her mouth on that breast, she slipped a hand to my other breast and began to squeeze it rhythmically, synchronizing her caresses with what she was doing to my other breast with her mouth. I was shaking my head from side to side, and groaning with the sensation. She switched sides, and I came very quickly. She stopped, and I sat there, panting a little. She gave me a few moments, and then rose to her feet behind me, and began to massage my shoulders again. I looked down at my breasts. They were glistening with her saliva, and my nipples were very red. I rocked my head against her arms, and relaxed under her firm touch. I was just starting to doze off when I felt her lean over me and reach down to my shorts. The top button was already open, and she just unzipped them. She did not touch me there, but instead brought her hands back to my shoulders. I began to thrust my pelvis upwards, but she just ignored me, and continued to massage my neck and shoulders, occasionally letting her hands slide down my chest to briefly caress my breasts. I felt myself becoming increasingly aroused, but she just steadily massaged my shoulders and breasts. At last, I felt her hands slide from my breasts down to my stomach. She rubbed my tummy, and I felt her hand slip down to my exposed panties. She stroked my mons through the cotton with her finger tips. I was more than ready, and I came after only a few light touches. She stepped around in front of me, and kneeled down. She untied my Keds, and took them and my socks off, taking time to stuff my socks into my shoes before sliding them under the coffee table. She stood up and straddled me. She grabbed the sides of my shorts and hauled upwards on them, lifting me out of the chair a little, and then she tugged them quickly down my legs. She lifted my feet clear of them, and they joined my shoes and socks under the table. She dragged one of the wing back chairs near, and sat down on it, within easy reach of me. She reached into my lap, and tugged the waistband of my panties down until she had exposed most of my mons, and all of my small patch of pubic hair. She just let her fingers rest there for several moments, and I could feel their pressure, just above my vagina, and it was driving me nuts. I wanted to grab her hand and fuck myself with it, but I just had to sit there, bound, and wait for her. Finally, she started. She slipped a finger under the waistband and hooked it in the leg opening. She tugged that side down and then the other. I sat there, with my panties around my knees, and wondered what she was going to do next. I was helpless, and exposed, and so aroused that I was actually panting. I began to squirm on the chair, but she just contemplated me from her wing back chair. At last she leaned forward, and ran two of her fingers along my vaginal cleft. I must have been wet, because she brought her fingers to her lips, and licked them. She reached down again, and this time I felt her part my labia. I felt a cool rush of air on my vagina, and then she plunged a finger deep inside of me. I felt her move it around inside me, and I lifted my pelvis upwards, trying to bring my clitoris against her knuckle. She let me succeed. She held her wrist perfectly steady, and I thrust repeatedly against her hand. I felt each contact of my clitoris against her knuckle like a small electrical shock. The sensation rapidly overwhelmed me, and I came violently, and I did scream as I peaked. I opened my eyes, and she was smiling at me again, and nodding her head. She reached down and pulled my panties back up, and I almost shouted "No!" Instead I just bit my tongue, and waited to see what she was going to do. She rose from the wingback chair and knelt beside me again. She opened the top of her robe, and exposed one of her breasts to me. They were quite full, and very much larger than my modest 33B's. She put her hand behind my neck and pulled my head towards her bared breast. I leaned forward eagerly, and sucked her nipple into my mouth. Even her breasts tasted good. I suckled for I don't know how long, and only dimly became aware that she had slipped her hand back into my panties and was probing into me with her fingertips. I climaxed again, and felt drained. She disengaged my mouth from her breast, and slipped her hand from my vagina, bringing it to her lips again to taste me. As she was licking her fingers, she undid the ribbon around my wrists with her other hand. She stood up, and pulled me to my feet. I was a bit shaky, and my knees actually wobbled. She put her arm around me, and nudged me towards the bathroom. In the bathroom, she let go of me and pointed to the shower. She walked to a cupboard on the wall, and pulled out a towel and a washcloth. She laid the towel and cloth on the shelf above the sink, and then approached me. She turned me around until I was facing away from her. I felt her hands at my sides, and she was slipping my blouse from my shoulders, and then my bra. I felt her hands at my waist, and she was pulling my panties down. I stepped out of them, and stood there, naked. She reached around me into the shower and started the water. I stepped over the low edge of the shower, and into the path of the falling water. It was warm, and felt very good. She pulled the shower curtain closed, and disappeared. I stood there, feeling the water beat down on my breasts and tummy and thighs, and took stock of myself. My nipples were still red, and still very much erect. My clitoris was still tingling, and I knew only a few quick thrusts with my finger would make me come again. I resisted the temptation, and instead looked around for a bottle of shampoo. I did not see any shampoo, and since I really did not want to get my hair wet anyway, knowing it would take forever to get dry, I grabbed the towel and the washcloth from the sink. I wrapped the towel around my hair, and then reached for the bottle of shower soap on the plastic shelf suspended from the shower head. I lathered myself up, and with the washcloth I scrubbed myself until I was pink. I rinsed off, and then turned the water off. I dried off in the shower, and then pulled the curtain aside. I looked around, but I did not see my clothes anywhere. I wrapped the damp towel around myself and then opened the door into the bedroom. I was surprised to see it was quite dark outside through the window, which was now uncurtained and open. The woman was sitting on the love seat, and when she saw me, she motioned me towards her. I walked across the room, and stopped when I reached the loveseat. On the coffee table were several plates of food, and a bottle of wine. I suddenly realized how hungry I was. She reached up to me and untucked the towel, and let it fall to the floor at my feet. She patted the seat beside her, and I sat down, naked. She pulled me close, and then picked up a fork and began to feed me. It was some kind of stew, and it tasted heavenly. She fed me in silence. When the plate of stew was half finished, I took the fork from her hand, and started to feed her. It was fun, and for some reason, I felt myself getting wet as I guided each forkful to her mouth. When the plate was empty, I stopped, and put the fork down. It suddenly occurred to me that we had just shared sex, and now a meal, and I still did not know her name. I decided to address this issue. I touched myself between my breasts, and said, "My name is Randi...Randi." She nodded, and took my hand and placed it on her chest. "Magda," she said, and looked at me. I said, "Do you speak English?" and she shook her head. "How about Spanish? Hablas tu Espanol? Do you speak Spanish?" This time, she nodded her head. "Si. Un poquito. Por que?" Yes. A little. Why? "Por que yo quiero hablar con ti." Because I want to speak with you. "Y que hablaria?" And what will you speak? "Yo dijaria, Gracias por haciendo amor a me." I will say, Thank you for making love to me. "De nada, chica. Y no estamos terminando.... Venga me, mariposa...venga me." It is nothing, little one. And we are not finished...come to me, butterfly, come to me. I crawled into her lap, and laid my head against her breasts. Her hands glided down my body, and I felt her ease my thighs apart. She caressed my labia, stroking them and pinching them between her fingers and thumbs. I was rapidly approaching an orgasm. When she penetrated me with first one, and then two, then three fingers, I came each time, one orgasm on top of another. She waited until my orgasms finished with me, and then said softly, "Ahora, mariposa, almuerzo." Now, butterfly, dessert. I looked up at her, and said in English, "Dessert?" and then in Spanish, "Almuerzo?" She smiled gently, and said, "Tu." You. She made to stand up, and I rolled off her lap, and lay on my back on the loveseat, one leg on the seat, the other trailing on the floor. She took a cushion from the end of the loveseat near my legs and slipped it under my shoulders, propping me up into a half reclining position. She then poured a glass of wine from the bottle, and sat it on the table, then got on her knees on the floor near my leg. She lifted my leg and draped it over her shoulder. She took the glass of wine, and toasted me with it, and then poured a small amount on my pubis. It was cool, and I could feel it running down my mons, through my pubic hair, and into the cleft between my labia. She put the glass back on the table. With her tongue, she followed the rivulet of wine. She licked and sucked at my pubic hair, and then I felt her tongue on my labia. The wine was cool, but her tongue was warm. I squirmed in pleasure at the sensation. She licked me continuously, and I felt an orgasm build. I came, thrashing my hips. She picked the glass up again, and poured more wine on to me. This time, she used her fingers to rub it in, and I had to bite my tongue to keep from crying aloud as another climax engulfed me. By the time she had drained the glass, I was exhausted. But she did not let me rest. I felt her spread my labia with her fingers, and then I felt her tongue plunge into me. The sensation was exquisite. She immediately found my clitoris, and wrapped her lips around it. I felt her suck on it, and I exploded. I came so hard I saw stars. She worked on my clitoris, and I came every few seconds, waves of pleasure punctuated by immediate, instant peaks of ecstasy. When she finally released me, I was gasping for breath. I lay there for a long time. When I had recovered enough to sit up, she was sitting in the wingback chair, legs crossed, watching me. I smiled at her, and she returned it. I looked down at my body, and saw the trail of wine that ran from just below my navel, through my pubic hair, and disappeared out of my sight beneath my mons. I could feel the stickyness on my skin, and the way it made my pubic hair stiff and tight. But the discomfort did not last long. Magda took a bowl from the table in front of her, and came and sat down on the love seat between my legs. She put one of my legs over the back of the loveseat, and took my other leg and put it in her lap. She produced a wash cloth from the pocket of her robe, and dipping it in the bowl, bathed my pubis with it. She was gentle, but firm. When she was done, the stickiness was gone. She deposited the bowl and washcloth on the table and then leaned forward on top of me. She again opened the top of her robe, and presented one of her breasts to me. I suckled on it, holding it with both of my hands. I lay there, sucking gently, until I could not keep my eyes open anymore. I fell asleep. When I awoke, I did not know how much time had elapsed. I was in the big bed, and Magda was reading a book, curled up in one of the wingback chairs. I sat up, and she noticed me. She put the book down, left the chair, and walked over to the armoire. She opened it, and disappeared inside it for nearly a minute. When she came out, she was no longer wearing the robe. She had on a black, one piece body stocking, with openings that her breasts thrust through, and an opening that framed her pubis. It was obscene and arousing. She closed the armoire doors and started towards me. She had a small tray under her arm. As she got nearer, I could see tops of what were obviously dildos and vibrators. She put the tray down on the bed next to me and I gazed in wonder at the contents. There were several vibrators. There were small battery-operated ones, and large, thick ones with power cords and transformers and a control switch. Some had two heads, some one. One of the larger ones had an odd little extension on it, like a fueling probe on a jet plane. There was a very long, curved, strap-on dildo. There was a candle, and a huge clear syringe filled with a clear liquid. There were two black rubber rings, about two inches wide, and about three inches in diameter. There were two small mechanical things that looked like the top half of one of those old style washing machines with the rollers. They were nipple clamps, I found out soon enough. There was a small, open jar of Vaseline, sitting on a couple folded hand towels, and a silver Zippo lighter. There were two nylon cuffs with Velcro stitched onto one side, and what looked like a small whiffle ball with a cloth band attached to it. She off-loaded the tray onto the table by the bed. She motioned for me to turn over onto my stomach, so I did. She slipped her hands under me and pulled me up until I was on hands and knees. She pushed my thighs apart and slipped the tray between my legs. I looked at her over my shoulder, and watched her pick up the large liquid filled syringe in one hand, and scoop up some Vaseline from the jar with the other, and smear it on the tip of the syringe. I became concerned when she scooped up some more Vaseline and began to rim my anus with it. I was not at all sure I wanted an enema, but she did not give me much choice. I felt the tip of the syringe enter me, and it glided in so smooth and easily that I was surprised. The tip was a good six inches long, and I felt it go deep into me. I looked straight forward, and waited for the spray of liquid. When it came, I was surprised at the sensation. And it kept coming. Magda reached under me to my tummy, and began to press upwards against me with her hand. I could hear the liquid sloshing in my bowels as she pushed my stomach. It took several minutes to drain the syringe. I was surprised that I took it all in. She took her hand from my stomach and pressed down on my butt, forcing me into a kind of squat over the tray. I had an idea what she wanted, and I slipped my knees forward until I was almost sitting in the tray. I felt her extract the syringe, and my bowels spasmed, and I evacuated the liquid into the tray. It was a weird feeling, but not unpleasant. I felt her patting my bottom with the towel, and when I was dry, she motioned for me to turn over, and straddle the tray again. I did, and she said, "Haga agua, mariposa," and then parted my labia with her fingers. I needed to pee, but I had never done it with somebody watching me, and touching me like this. It took me several seconds, but I finally managed to let it go. When I was finished, she wiped me with the towel, and then took the towel and the nearly full tray, and carried them both to the door into the hall. There was a flap at the bottom of the door that I had not noticed before, and she carefully set the tray down on the floor, and then used her foot to slide it through the flap into the hall. She did the same with the towel. I watched her, and took stock of myself. I felt glowing on the inside, from my vagina to the pit of my stomach. I was rested and ready to play. I picked up one of the nipple clamps, and wondered what it was, and what it would do to me. I looked at all the stuff on the table, and tried to envision what it would be like with all those things inside one or more of my orifices. I shivered with anticipation. When Magda came back, she sat down on the bed next to me, and propped a pillow up behind me until I was sitting upright in the bed. She took the nipple clamp out of my hand. I looked at her and arched my eyebrows in inquiry, and she smiled and began to caress my breasts with her hand. My nipples erected instantly. Holding my breast with one hand, she slipped my nipple between the two little rollers of the clamp, and then squeezed the rollers hard against my nipple. I heard something click and she let go of the clamp, which remained tightly fastened to my nipple. Very tightly, uncomfortably so. She did the same thing to my other breast. Then she reached down between my legs, eased her finger into my vagina, and then brought it out. I was wet, and that seemed to please her. She picked up one of the smaller vibrators, and held it to my mouth. I opened my mouth, and she pushed it in. I tongued it until I had no more saliva. She withdrew it, and then twisted the base. It began to hum, and she trailed it across my nipples, which seemed to have swelled to twice their normal size. They were throbbing dully, and I wanted to ask her to remove the clamps, but I did not. When the vibrator hit them, I forgot all about the discomfort. It was almost electric, and it sent tingles all the way to my vagina. I felt an orgasm begin to rise, and then take me. I gasped and moaned, and then almost screamed when I felt her plunge the humming vibrator into my vagina. She left the vibrator humming inside of me. She took a black rubber ring from the table, and squeezing my breast tightly with her hand, forced the ring on to my breast. It was a tight fit, but she managed to get the ring all the way around my breast, and down until it was almost against my chest. My breast was deformed by the pressure, and thrust straight out from my chest. She repeated the process on my other breast. My mind had been on the humming vibrator buried in my vagina, but now the discomfort in my breasts was demanding attention. I looked up at her, and said "Por favor?" She just shook her head. She took the whiffle ball thing from the table, and slipped the band over my head. She said, "Abra la boca, mariposa." I opened my mouth, and she put the ball in it, and then I felt her tighten the band around my head. I could breathe, and it was not making me gag, but I could not speak anymore. I felt a climax through my discomfort, and had to just moan against the ball in my mouth. As I was coming, I felt her slip the nylon cuffs over my wrists. She stretched first one and then the other of my arms out to my side and brought them firmly against the headboard. I had not noticed before, but there was a strip of Velcro running along the headboard from end to end. Both of my arms were immobilized now, and my nipples were going from dull throbbing to a painful ache. I sat there in pain, relieved only momentarily as the vibrator humming in my vagina made me come. Magda took one of the large vibrators from the table, and disappeared out of my sight for a moment, kneeling down by the edge of the bed. She surfaced, climbing up onto the bed next to me, the vibrator in her hand, and the power cord trailing off the edge of the bed. Magda took a kneeling position between my legs, and lifted my knees and draped them across her thighs. She grasped the based of the vibrator in my vagina, and began to pump it in and out of me. My nipples were on fire, but the sensation between my legs, as Magda fucked me with the vibrator, took precedence. I came in a long, spastic swoop, the pain in my breasts merging with the pleasure in my vagina. She brought me to a climate twice like this. Finally, Magda took pity on me, and released the clamps on my nipples. The blood rushed back in, and the pain was intense. I gasped around the gag in mouth, and tears came to my eyes. Magda saw them, and kissed them away. She said, "Lo siento, mariposa, pero el dolor es importante." She leaned down, and began to lick my nipples. She flicked them with her tongue, and the cramping and burning was replaced by the most delightful coolness I've ever felt. I was floating on a cloud. My breasts felt wonderful, and the pleasure I felt flowing from her licks seemed to eclipse even the steady thrumming sensation between my legs. I came in multiple waves, head thrashing and hips jumping. She let me come, and then reached down and extracted the vibrator from my vagina. She turned it off, and then brought it to her lips, and licked it. It was almost obscene, the way she sucked on it, the way her lips pressed around the tip, but it was quite an arousing sight. She wrapped her tongue around it, and then damn near swallowed it whole. She took it from her mouth and slipped it into her own vagina, turning it on as she plunged it in. She closed her eyes for a moment, and I saw her shudder. She opened her eyes, and smiled at me. She brought my legs up and crooked my knees over her shoulder. I saw her push the large vibrator into the jar of Vaseline, and then she leaned forward, until my knees were almost back against my breasts, and I lost sight of her hands. I lay there, strapped to the headboard, waiting for what she was going to do next. When I felt the tip of the vibrator against my anus, I began to buck wildly. I had seen how huge it was, and I was not prepared to receive something that large in my rectum. But Magda just shifted her weight a little, and I found I was effectively immobilized. I felt the vibrator pushing into me, and it felt like it was the size of a tree-trunk. Magda would push it, then pause, and then push again. Finally, I realized that it was me that was making it so hard, so I made a conscious effort to stop fighting it. It was amazing; the moment I stopped fighting it, it slid into me with almost no resistance. And it seemed to slide into me forever. At last, Magda stopped pushing on it. It seemed to be so deep inside me, that I thought I could feel it in the back of my throat. Magda let my legs fall to the bed, and then lay on top of me, her breasts on my thighs, and began to work on my nipples again with her lips and tongue. I grew aroused again immediately, and felt an orgasm begin to swirl through my mind. Then she turned the vibrator on, and I felt this deep, almost resonant vibration in my body. I could not localize it. The vibrations seemed to be coming from everywhere -- my breasts, my vagina, my nipples. It felt like there was a vibrator directly against my clitoris. I moaned against the gag in my mouth, and surrendered to my orgasm. And as soon as that orgasm passed, I felt another begin to build. She brought me to several climaxes like this...I lost count. When she finally stopped, I was panting like a steam engine. As I tried to catch my breath, Magda got to her feet and switched the vibrator in my rectum off. I lay still, recovering, and watching her. She took the strap-on from the table and secured it to her groin. It looked obscenely huge, thrusting from her pelvis. She slipped the gag out of my mouth, and pushed the plastic tip of the strap-on against my lips. I closed my mouth around it, and she began to thrust her pelvis a little. I got into the rhythm of it, pushing my head forward as her hips came towards me, and backing off as she drew her hips back. I tried to lubricate it as much as I could, because I knew exactly where she was going to put it next. She knelt between my legs, and I raised and spread them in anticipation. She flicked the switch on the vibrator in my rectum, and I was inundated again by the vibrations. Magda reached down between my legs and spread my labia with her fingers, and then I felt the tip of her strap-on enter my vagina. It slipped into me, and it felt a mile long. She pushed upward with it, and I felt the plastic against my clitoris. She slid the entire length into me, and I felt every millimeter of it against my clitoris. I moaned, and thrashed my hips, but Magda calmly withdrew it until the tip was just parting my labia, and then slowly penetrated me again. She fucked me with long slow strokes, and I came and came and came. After some indeterminate time, Magda freed my hands from the Velcro cuffs. I threw my arms around her neck, and wrapped my legs around her waist. I pulled her to me as tight as I could. I kissed her neck, and then her breasts and she began to fuck me again. I looked down, and I was fascinated by the shaft of the dildo as it pistoned slowly into and out of my vagina, the way it glistened with my moisture. I watched until Magda flicked a switch, and the vibrator in my rectum shut down. I felt the vibrations stop, and Magda withdrew the strap-on completely. She then pulled the vibrator from my rectum. I felt completely spent, and just lay back on the pillow, and closed my eyes. I felt Magda get off the bed, and then grab my hand and pull me up. She led me to the bathroom, and I suddenly realized I had to pee and move my bowels. She left the bathroom. When I was finished and flushed the toilet, before I could even stand up, Magda came in again. She had a full enema syringe in her hand. She walked over to me and bent me forward as I was sitting on the toilet. I felt the syringe enter my rectum, followed a few moments later by an influx of cool liquid. Magda inserted two fingers into my vagina and rubbed my clitoris as the enema filled my colon. She waited until she felt me orgasming before withdrawing the syringe from my rectum. I came as I evacuated the liquid from my bowels. It was a truly weird feeling. When I had expelled the last of the enema, she dried my bottom off, and we both walked back into the bedroom. I looked at the clock on the bedside table, and it said 9:30. I did not know if it was morning or evening. I looked at the curtained window, and it was dark at the edges, so I assumed it was evening. Magda was sitting on the bed, and she motioned for me to join her. I happily sat down in her lap, and leaned back against her. She removed the rubber rings from my breasts, then fondled my breasts briefly. Magda let go of my breasts and picked up the candle and the Zippo from the table near the bed. She flicked the Zippo and lit the candle, and then reached over to the wall and flipped the light switch. The room plunged into darkness, the only light coming from the candle. I love candlelight. Magda cupped my left breast with her free hand, and brought the candle near to the nipple. I could feel the heat radiating from the flame. She drew me closer to her, and then lifted her legs up and over mine in a leg hold. She brought the candle up above my nipple, and I could no longer feel the heat from the flame. She massaged and caressed my breast, and after several moments my nipple erected. I wanted both of Magda's hands on my body, but she continued to hold the candle in front of me. I watched the melted wax pooling in the cavity under the flame, and was about to point out to Magda that a candlestick holder would be nice, mainly so she could use that hand on my vagina, when she abruptly tilted the candle, and spilled the hot wax directly onto my nipple. I gasped at the pain...but it was gone almost before I really perceived it. She released that breast and grabbed the other. I felt the wax cooling and congealing, and then another stab of pain as another glob of hot paraffin landed on my other nipple. I tried to move, and realized why she had me in a leg hold. I closed my eyes and tried to relax, but I jumped again when I felt another searing pellet land on me, this time on my mons, just above my vaginal cleft. It took several seconds for enough wax to accumulate in the candle, and Magda seemed to be able to anticipate it. She released my breast, and found my vagina with her fingers. She spread my labia, and I watched in fascination as the candle hovered over my pubis. She abandoned my breasts completely, directing the rest of her attentions to my genitalia. Waiting for the next hot splash of the wax was worse than the brief agony they brought. I felt the pain, but I also felt an almost overwhelming arousal. Between drops, Magda lightly caressed my labia, inserting her fingers partially into my vagina. Despite the pin pricks of pain from the hot wax, I felt an orgasm begin to grow. I began to pant a little, and then groan. Magda noticed this, because I heard her whisper into my ear, "Bueno...bueno," and when I climaxed, she kissed my cheek. Magda peeled the wax from my breasts and pubis, and began the process again. My skin was red where the melted wax had burned it. Magda directed the wax onto almost the exact same areas, and the pain was even more intense, though for some reason, I felt a twinge of cool pleasure in my vagina each time a globule of hot wax landed on me. The pain and the pleasure grew, until I felt a small orgasm quake through me. Again, I heard Magda whispering to me in Spanish, but my mind was on the weird pain/pleasure sensations coursing through me. Magda removed the accumulated wax from my pubis, and started again. This time, with the first touch of the hot wax, I came. She repeated the same path...first my breasts, then my pubis. Between the bursts of hot pain and cool pleasure, I watched the wax build up on my mons. Soon, my labia and vaginal cleft were completely covered in congealed wax. I was beginning to breathe heavily. I was physically exhausted from this tender torture. Magda sensed my exhaustion, and ended this session by prying open my labia under their layer of wax, and exposing my clitoris with her finger. She waited until another orgasm was passing through me, and spilled the hot wax directly on it. I screamed as the wax hit me. I felt a white hot pain that stabbed right through the pleasure of my climax. But then I felt my orgasm change. It was almost a redirection of motion, like a tacking turn in a sailboat. The pain got underneath the pleasure, and boosted the pleasure into higher orbit. I felt Magda thrust her fingers deep into my vagina, and then felt a vibrator plunge into my rectum. The pain and pleasure of the hot wax on my clitoris mixed with the thrumming vibration of the vibrator. For an indeterminate time I felt myself floating free of my body. I looked down and I actually saw myself. I was thrashing my head from side to side, and I was arching my back, and thrusting my pelvis wildly up and down. I was gasping for breath, and my eyes were clenched shut. I watched as Magda buried one hand to the wrist in my vagina, while she pistoned the vibrator in and out of my rectum with the other. My pelvis stopped jerking as her whole hand entered me, but I arched my back some more, and tried to force Magda's fist deeper and deeper into me. I wanted to impale myself on her arm. It was exactly like watching myself in a dream, but I had never had a dream where I just came and came, and I had certainly never seen myself climax. I was watching it and experiencing it at the same time. Magda withdrew her fist from my vagina, and for a moment, the pleasure/pain whirlwind stopped spinning. I returned to my senses, and felt a white hot pain between my legs. I moaned aloud. Magda took the dildo with the odd extension on it from the table and laid it against my vagina. She rotated it until that curious probe thing was lined up with the top of my vaginal cleft. She thrust it into me, and I suddenly knew what the probe was for. It went straight into my clitoris. I spasmed as Magda thrust the dildo into me, and the pleasure vortex engulfed me again, drowning out the pain. I felt the probe push against my clitoris, and then slip past it. The probe was pointed, and it bit into the tissue of my clitoris, and then the shaft bent a little, before sliding past. In this way, it flicked my clitoris, and drove me through the roof. She thrust the dildo into me with long, very fast strokes. I felt myself rising out of my body again, and turned to watch Magda as she fucked me with that dildo. At end of each thrust, my body spasmed, and I felt/saw the probe flexing as it jammed passed my clitoris. I lost all track of time. When I became aware of something besides pleasure, I opened my eyes. Vaguely, I felt Magda peeling the layer of wax from my breasts and my pubis. I lay there, breathing hard, closing my eyes again, and wondering about what I had just gone through. There was pain in my nipples, and a burning sensation inside my vagina, but I was too tired to really worry about it. When my breathing was back to normal, I sat up in the bed and watched Magda as she moved around the room. I could barely see her in the candle light, and she moved in and out of the radius of illumination. At last, she came back to the bed. She pushed me gently on the chest, and made me lie back on the pillow. She lay on her side next to me, and she was completely naked now. She had a bottle of some kind of unguent, which she now poured onto my nipples. Very gently, with just the tips of her fingers, she rubbed the lotion in, and I immediately felt it go to work. It must have been some kind of topical analgesic, because the pain from the hot wax disappeared instantly. She finished my nipples, and then I felt the unguent on my mons. Again, gently, with the tips of her fingers only, she rubbed it into my labia, and then, slipping her fingers into my vagina, directly onto my clitoris. The anesthetic suppressed the pain in the burned tissues. It felt so wonderful. I fell asleep, and awoke some time later. Magda was holding me, and I felt her fingers probing my vagina. She sensed that I was awake, and I felt her fingers on my clitoris. She rubbed it and stroked it and pinched it, and I came. She climbed out of bed, and then flipped the light on. My clothes were folded neatly on one of the chairs. While I dressed, Magda disappeared through the door into the hall. I had just finished dressing, when she came back in, followed by an amazingly beautiful, elderly woman, who reminded me of Katherine Hepburn, or Olympia Dukakis, maybe. Magda had twenty years on me, and this new woman had thirty on Magda, at least. The woman sat down on the bed and motioned for me to sit next to her. She addressed me in almost accentless English. "Magda says she has never had a client like you, and wants you to know that she has refunded your fee." She handed me a wad of Dutch notes. "I wanted to meet you before you left, Randi. Magda has never done that before, so you must be very special. You are American, no?" I nodded. "When you come back to my house, you will not pay any fee. Will you come back?" I looked over at Magda and I think she understood at least that much English. She was watching me expectantly, and I think, just a little anxiously. I heard Magda say softly in Spanish, "Regresa a me, mariposa, por favor?" Return to me, butterfly, please? When I nodded again, Magda smiled, and so did the club owner. She said something to Magda in Dutch, and Magda left the room. The woman motioned for me to stand up, and she took my arms and pulled me around in front of her. She reached behind me and I felt her hands on my derriere. She squeezed my buttocks, and then slipped her hand inside the leg opening of my short shorts, and tugged the crotch of my panties to the side. I felt her slip her finger into my vagina as she said softly, "Would you let me make love to you, butterfly?" Without hesitation I nodded again, and started to unzip my shorts. She laughed gently, and let go of me, and said, "No, not now, butterfly. When you come back. You must be tired. But you are sweet to offer yourself. Rest now, little one. I think I want to make special preparations for you when you do return." She got up, and took me by the hand, and led me out of the room, down the hall, down the stairs, and into the big room. Magda was nowhere in sight, and I had wanted to say good-bye to her. I walked out the street door, into blazing bright daylight. I walked over to the bicycle locker, retrieved my uncle's bicycle, and pedaled back to my uncle's house. 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