Ed Keyes - Pilgrim of passion

It all seemed too easy to Alicia and she had some questions.

"Won't you get into trouble?" she asked. "I mean, the police will surely look for me, and they may find out that I knew Raoul. I wouldn't want to cause either of you any trouble."

"You won't," Phyllis said, crisply. "They won't bother looking for you. Not these days. They put you down as a runaway, and they assume that you have joined some group of hippies or other runaways and they let it go at that. There are just too many young people who are dropping out of sight or running away from home now. A lot of them come to us and we do what we can for them."

"You mean a lot of kids go this route?"

"Yes, Lisha," Phyllis said solemnly. "Many of them do. And, you will see why after a time. You will live in a big mansion and have lovely things. You will have your own personal servants and you will enjoy your life, believe me."

They talked some more and Phyllis said that she would take Alicia shopping that afternoon and she would buy her the things that she would need in her new existence. And, then she would take her along to the plane and see her off.

They left Raoul's apartment and had lunch together and then Alicia was alone with the stunning blonde girl and she was quite delighted by the prospect of shopping.

Phyllis seemed to take a real interest in her and she was pleased with the filmy, gossamer underthings that the older girl purchased for her. The huge pile of boxes were placed in a cab and sent ahead to Phyllis' apartment. Then she said that they had a few other stops to make.

"We have to get you a birth certificate and a passport and a few other things," Phyllis explained. "But, that won't be too much of a problem."

They drove to a small shop in a dingy street and the little bald headed man who ran the shop seemed to know Phyllis very well. They made Alicia wear a brunette wig for her passport photos and she was listed in her papers as a brunette.

"But, I'm a blonde," Alicia said. "I'm almost an ash blonde."

"I'll change all of that," Phyllis said, smiling. "When I get you home I will dye your hair. Now, come along. We're finished here."

They stopped off at the airport and bought Alicia a ticket to Rome and they were told that her flight would leave at ten thirty that evening. After that, they were finished and Phyllis said that they would go to her place and rest and relax and perhaps Alicia could model some of her brand new finery.

"I would love to do that for you," Alicia said, smiling.

Phyllis gave her a twinkling glance and then she concentrated on handling the big, expensive car that she drove. When they parked in the basement of the apartment house where Phyllis lived, Alicia looked around her and she could see that Phyllis lived in a very posh place. She wondered if the blonde woman earned her living by sending horny young girls to European brothels, and she was tempted to ask, but she didn't.

They went upstairs in the elevator and she was enthralled by the beauty of Phyllis' apartment, and because she reacted so candidly to the beauty of the place, Phyllis, pleased, took her on a tour of the plush living quarters she had fixed for herself.

After the tour was concluded they wound up in the kitchen and Phyllis made some instant coffee for them. They talked and smoked cigarettes and she asked Phyllis how many girls she sent off to Europe during the course of a year. Phyllis laughed at her.

"I don't make a career of it, dear," she said. "Just once in a while when we run into a pretty girl who is going to wind up making sex the main course in her life anyway. So far, I think that I have sent four girls to Europe and they all worked out fine. Now, bring your coffee and let's go into the bedroom. I want you to model your pretty new things for me, and I want to examine you and make sure that you haven't picked up something not quite nice."

Alicia was about to tell Phyllis that she had only had sex with Raoul but she hesitated, then said nothing. She didn't want the older girl to think her too inexperienced. She just smiled and went into the bedroom with Phyllis. The blonde woman sat on a fancy upholstered chair and watched as Alicia got undressed. When she was naked she noticed the gleam of admiration and excitement in Phyllis' eyes and she knew then that the girl had strong lesbian tendencies. She just didn't care. She laid on the bed, her thighs far apart, twitching and squirming in delicious agony as Phyllis used her fingers to explore the tiny rose petals guarding Alicia's femininity. And then the older girl groaned, and got onto the bed too. She kissed Alicia's warm mouth and her words were tortured, passionate and utterly candid.

"You are so lovely, Alicia," she said, whispering. "I must have you. I can't help myself."

Alicia did not answer her. She wriggled herself into a position of great comfort and she was beginning a long, uninterrupted series of lovely orgasms before Phyllis' pretty mouth slid over her crawling, seething pussy. She lost all semblance of sanity and she sprawled, spurting, whimpering, and throbbing with frenzied reaction to an expert tongue and clinging mouth.

Phyllis was fiercely hungry and she was like an animal as she moaned and whimpered and feasted upon young flesh. She was insatiable, uncaring about anything except gorging herself and indulging her own carnal appetites, and because she was doing such lovely things for Alicia, the urge to reciprocate came alive and Alicia knew that she was suddenly aching with the desire to taste Phyllis' intimate flesh, but she was too far out to do anything about it. She slid off into a rosy world of intense sensual ecstasies and let Phyllis have her way with her without saying anything or doing anything overt. Phyllis was very much content to do it all herself.

It was evening when Alicia finally snapped out of the stupor that Phyllis' efforts had induced in her. She sat up in the bed and she was alone. There were cigarettes on the night stand and she got one lit, felt a new sense of calm as the smoke was sucked into her lungs. She heard Phyllis moving around in the kitchen and she was not too surprised when the older girl came in with a tray and some food. Phyllis gave her a big, happy smile.

"How do you feel, dear?" she asked. "Did I wear you out?"

Gravely, Alicia nodded. "Yes," she said. "But, I liked it."

"I know," Phyllis said. "You can sleep on the plane. I've fixed us some supper and then you can get dressed and I'll help you get made up. I've decided since we lost so much time to loan you a brunette wig. That will take care of that."

"Don't you want me to model my new lingerie for you?"

Phyllis laughed at that. "No, dear," she said. "I'm afraid that if you did that I would never let you go off to Rome."

"I would like to stay with you," Alicia said.

"No you wouldn't," Phyllis said. "You'll make out much better the way we have it planned. Now, have something to eat and then I'll help you bathe and dress. I would like to get to the airport in plenty of time to visit with you before you leave me."

It took a long time to bathe and dress Alicia. But, when she was ready to go to the airport she knew that she looked prettier than she had ever looked before. She was wearing her new things and she chose the prettiest of the new dresses that Phyllis had bought for her. Phyllis seemed anxious to help her look her best and she felt a sense of gratitude for the older girl's interest.

"I'm not really selling you into slavery," Phyllis told her. "I have an idea that you will be very happy with your new friends and your new home."

"Will I ever see you again?" Alicia asked.

"I don't know. Perhaps if I come to Europe. I would certainly like to see you again. But, we will see."

"What about Raoul?" she persisted. "Will I never see him again?"