Lustful Ladies, Volume 1 Read Free

Illustrated again.
    I felt so stupid and self-conscious at first, crawling around on my hands and knees like a little baby, my bum sticking up in the air, my back arched. But I quickly got into the role, given my somewhat petulant personality at times. I moved faster, quick-crawling along the carpet, giggling, scooting about the room.
    “That’s a good little baby,” Martha said absently, pretending to ignore me.
    But I could see she was watching over her magazine, looking at my bounding butt in my tiny pink shorts, at my shivering boobs in my tight white tee. I crawled into every corner, peering in her closet, under the bed, under her desk, before zipping off across the room again.
    Then, being a real big baby, seeking attention from her mommy, I went and got naughty. It was a part of my personality I’d never really grown out of, although I kept it pretty well hidden under my quietness. I padded over to Martha’s wardrobe on my hands and knees and pulled the bottom drawer open. I started digging into the drawer and threw the contents up into the air.
    Raggedy old sweaters and faded old t-shirts went airborne, parachuted down onto the carpet. Until that drawer was cleaned out, spilled all over the place, and I yanked the second drawer open. This one was full of old jeans and shorts that probably didn’t fit anymore. They flew out and up and plopped down.  
    I joyously re-sorted Martha’s old clothes. Until I suddenly struck Martha’s intimates. My exploring hand squirmed to the back of the drawer and closed around a dildo. I jerked it out.
    It was your standard, eight-inch, plastic self-pleasure tool, laminated red, curved at the tip. An unspectacular but trustworthy model for getting the job done. I held it up to my face, goo-gooing and giggling. Then I darted my mischievous eyes over to the owner of the joy-toy and shot Martha a quizzical baby look. Her eyes flashed, her face flushing slightly.
    “Hey, you. Where’d you get that?”
    I tossed the dildo over my shoulder and dug even deeper into the drawer with both hands. I’d hit the pussy-lode. I discovered Martha’s secret stash of sex toys: dildos, vibrators, jelly dongs in all sizes and colours and speed settings, battery-operated and otherwise. I pulled them out, briefly examined them, then laughed and threw them aside, pawing my way through Martha’s personals.
    She jumped up off her bed and rushed over to me, yelling, “Get out of there, you!”
    Next, I found a butt-plug. A stubby, black, thick-at-the-base and pointed-at-the-tip butt-plug. I stared at it, then yelped and flung it at Martha when she reached down to grab onto her naughty baby. I shot right in between her legs, out the other side, almost knocking her over. The race was on.
    As she gathered up her goodies and deposited them back into her drawer, I tore into her closet and began throwing shoes and sandals around. Martha charged after me and just missed capturing me a second time.
    I booted over to her desk, pulled drawers open, and dumped paper and notebooks and school supplies onto the floor—pausing only briefly when I uncovered Martha’s collection of pornographic magazines in the second drawer down on the right-hand side. Issues such as Girlfriends and Pink Heaven and Muff Divers , full of shocking pictures of naked young women engaging in all kinds of lewd and lascivious lesbian acts. I only had a short moment to be surprised, before I burst out giggling and sprinted away on my hands and knees, when Martha let out a bellow and bolted over towards me.
    I went to baby-town on her bookcase next, while she rounded up her skin mags. I swept an entire shelf clean with a swipe of my arm. Paperbacks hit the floor with spine-shattering violence, revealing a hidden row behind the vampire and Victorian classics. There were stacked-up DVDs with titles like Where The Girls Are , Scissor Sisters , and MILF and Nookies .
    I gulped, gaping at the brazen covers as I pulled them out. These were