Chapter 3

It was an unusually light winter in the city that year.

No big snowfalls or ice storms and it really didn’t get all that cold. The Jersey girl wondered if it was all part of some catastrophic Global Warming that had been promised for so long but sort of petered out and had been replaced by dire warnings of “Climate Change”. She had purchased all sorts of warm clothing to be prepared like her boy scout brother so often told her was necessary to survive in the modern world.

Her backside was bothering her a little bit and she used different medications to lose the feeling that something was not quite right down there. She avoided anal sex for almost a full month just to be certain it didn’t have anything to do with her addiction for the face down and ass up style of her favorite one night stands.

Then she met this great guy at an art studio over on the East Side and he bent her over his sofa and gave it to her hot and heavy. After that, when she didn’t have any reaction to the frenzied pounding, she decided the whole anal issue was just her imagination after doing the pair of cops back there to get out of being arrested for being drunk and disorderly whatever the hell that meant because she thought almost everyone was disorderly when inebriated.

The older cop was rough with her and she accepted it because deep inside he reminded her of her stepfather and his treatment of her discipline when she did something bad. His name was Josh and he was “divorced” from his wife of two years after finding her in their bed doing the postman naked from the waist down. The guy was married with four children and Josh felt the situation was entirely his wife’s fault and he got custody of the two girls without any objection from his ex-wife who immediately relocated to Las Vegas for reasons of her own.

Kaylie met the older cop a few times and they had car sex each time because he had a babysitter for his children at home and they had no place to go except spend a lot of money for a hotel or motel room just to bury the salami.

It was the younger cop that she developed a sort of relationship with because he was personally offended by his partner’s treatment of Kaylie and he did his best to give her a nice orgasm without any humiliating treatment. Of course, he didn’t realize that Kaylie was quite all right that that sort of treatment because it was actually a personal fetish with her that she liked to keep well hidden because she liked to project an impression of innocence.

Brad was only twenty-four years old and he never really had a full-time girlfriend before. He was not a virgin but his very first score was a whore he hired for fifty bucks and they did it in the basement of her apartment building because she had a live-in boyfriend upstairs that frowned on her way of making extra money for the house.

After that shameful beginning, he saw the value of lining up some free pussy and now had a little black book with several names of “go to girls” for doing the nasty deed when he needed a shot of pussy. Despite it all, he still respected all women and he sort of put Kaylie up on a pillar like a Goddess to be adored and treated with respect. She regretted his attitude and did her best to encourage him to make her take him in her mouth and made a point of bending over for him in certain situations to have him stretch her brown eye the old fashioned way from behind.

Sometimes, she did something bad on purpose like stealing some money from the kitchen table and confessing it to her mother. She knew what he was going to do to her over his knee and she would often have an orgasm just anticipating his heavy hand on her nervous buttocks.

As she grew up, she pushed it all out of her mind and pretended it was all her fault but in the back of her mind she remembered her shame and guilt at submitting to his ministrations and spurting her female juices without control.

She got her respite when he switched his attentions to disciplining her younger sister who had suddenly grown a nice pair of tits and her plump behind was ripe for his greedy hands behind the closed bedroom door. Her mom never minded the sounds from the bedroom when her little baby girl was being disciplined because she trusted her second husband completely and desperately needed his cock in the nocturnal hours.

Kaylie talked to her younger sister and discovered that she was quite comfortable with her “training sessions” because she needed the attention and found it difficult to find a boy with the proper experience to give her the satisfaction she needed like her stepfather with his huge equipment and experienced technique.

Her older sister was never a part of all that and she was apparently engaged to a State Highway patrolman upstate that had stopped her for speeding and gave her a lot more than a ticket on a happy Saturday night. He had been previously married and had two children, both of whom were still in elementary school. His wife had been in a train wreck and killed outright when the train went off the track in a terrible snowstorm. Her sister told her that the “poor man” was still in love with her and had her picture all over the house but she didn’t mind because when the lights were off neither of them were looking at her pictures and they rutted like wild animals at the zoo in the midnight hours.

Her sister Diane had made the mistake of spreading her knees for a handsome mixed blood Ahad been banished upstate to work as slave labor in the uncle’s kitchen at the large vacation camp in the mountains. Kaylie had worked there a short two weeks and absolutely hated it because she had to get up about four in the morning to start peeling the potatoes for the breakfast and lining up the eggs for the line that never seemed to end until almost ten in the morning. Of course, they started only fifteen minutes late preparing the lunch meal and it never seemed to end until the sun was ready to set and she was too weary to walk back to her cabin and fall into the bed totally exhausted.