Her lust raged out of control. Hot, lewd thoughts flashed through her brain. Oh god, she thought, what's wrong with me? Have I turned into a dyke!
Hating herself, she continued to fantasize about the pretty young blonde girl . . . picturing her spread out on an enormous dining room table . . . thighs wide and high . . . ripe young slit moist with desire . . . tender breasts jutting skyward, the nipples tiny hard nubs just waiting to be suckled.
The image was just too much. She could almost taste the tangy woman juice as her tongue snaked out and dipped into the girl's juicy hole.
"Ooooou," a voice cried out. "Yes, oh yes . . . do it!"
Her eyes opened wide in startled vision. The blonde wriggled sensuously beneath her shocked gaze. My god, it wasn't a dream. The girl was here, spread wide . . . and she was doing all those hot, sexy things . . . really doing them!
CHAPTER ONE
"I'm only 29 years old . . . not 30," I was saying to myself in the mirror that Wednesday afternoon when I had returned from a rather stuffy cocktail party at Mrs. Ravensdales's. "Look at yourself! Not a wrinkle! You're young enough to be Mrs. Ravens-dale's daughter . . . Mrs. Harcourt's granddaughter! There wasn't a single woman at the party under 40! What were you doing there, Norma?"
I stumbled over to my closet and retrieved the bottle of Scotch. It had only about two drinks in it. I frowned, cursed to myself, walked into the bathroom to get a glass and some ice from the little ice-making machine we kept there. Strangely, the Scotch on the rocks made me feel more sober. Oh, not that I was drunk! I was only a little tipsy. I like to stay that way, with a perpetual glow on, something to make my lonely and odd life bearable. Rut after countless martinis, the Scotch did seem to bring me back to my senses.
Or did it?
I stood in front of my vanity mirrors next. I frowned again, wondering if my two-tone, turtle-neck sheath with its long sleeves and fake buttons from neck to hem was a little too short, too much like a mini. It came above my knees but not . . . too far. It was the kind of tight, revealing thing my 68 year old husband, Kenneth Hathaway, liked me to wear when we went out together. But what would the other millionaires' and billionaires' wives who were at the cocktail party think about it?
I often wondered how they compared me to the former Mrs. Hathaway, who had been dead for over nine years. I sipped on my Scotch, put the glass down, and began to sway my body seductively from side to side. The skirt of the dress was flared below the buttocks and more and more of my thighs became visible as it shifted upward with my gyrations.
"You're only 29 years old, Norma!" I said aloud to myself, snapping my fingers and watching my breasts quiver with the body movements. "If your nipples weren't so big and hot, you wouldn't even have to wear that sheer, net bra. Oh . . . come on, baby! Get hot! Strip! Ease the sexy itch between your beautiful thighs, darling. You know that's what you'll be doing before long anyway!"
I sat down at the dressing table and looked at my face very closely. I was wearing a smile that stayed with me as I turned my head slightly from left to right for different views in the side mirrors. I sat up straighter and subtly thrust my breasts forward. The tight dress seemed as if it wanted to burst. My big nipples were becoming excited and their outline began to break through despite the small bra's constraints. I laughed. I wondered how it would feel to have a young man admire me, kiss me, embrace me, feel my breasts, undress me, fondle my body . . . and fuck me!
It wasn't cold, but my body began to shiver and undulate from top to bottom. I reached behind my neck and pulled down the zipper to where it ended, slightly below my waist. I stood up, still admiring myself in all three mirrors, catching side as well as front views. I wriggled and giggled so that the dress fell over my shoulders and down to the floor. I stepped out of it and playfully balanced the frock over my right toe and tossed it onto the bed.
"Very good, Norma!" I said in self-congratulation, then walked to the window that looked out over the rear of our beautiful Westchester County estate. "Hey, Jim! Look at me! Do you want me? Do you want to fuck my body? Do you want me to suck your cock? Don't tell me it isn't big. I've seen your trousers about to bust open before......"
Of course, I knew that Jim, our chauffeur, could not hear me. I knew that he had driven away only moments before to go into Manhattan and pick up my husband, Kenneth, and my stepson, Ken, who was 36 years old. I laughed aloud as I thought about it! My stepson was nearly old enough to be my father! My husband was old enough to be my grandfather. My stepdaughter, Cissy, was 33 years old, four years more than I. And since her third divorce, she was once again living at the family estate. Kenneth, Jr., who was a vice-president of my husband's electronics concern, was a member of our 'happy" household too.
Nine years! How could it be possible, I thought? I had been married to Kenneth for almost nine years!
He had been 59 and I had been 19 when we first met in Houston. My father was a sales agent for a large petrochemical company angling for a big contract with one of Kenneth's subsidiary corporations. Kenneth was suave, smooth, very good looking for a man almost 60. And he was a recent widower, a "lonesome" man" as he told me while we were dancing.
It was crazy! Insane! How could my father have done that to me just for his own selfish interests? Kenneth wanted to marry me. He had announced it in front of a dozen people, including my family. I had just finished high school and was planning on college. But marriage to a New York multi-millionaire seemed glamorous even to me back then.
I shook my head and looked at my young body in the mirrors again. I was resigned to my fate after all the years of sexual imprisonment, married to an impotent old man who used me as a toy to show off to his friends and make them jealous. Of course, I was sexually useful to Kenneth. He could derive pleasure and orgasm. Sometimes, his constant licking of my cunt resulted in pleasure fo me too. However, most of my sexual needs had to be met in solitary ways. Some of Kenneth's demands were so bizarre and unusual that they made me sick. And there were times when I cursed to myself that I hated all men. My father had forced me into the situation. My husband was a beast! And my 36 year old stepson was a leering vulture, who would be the first one to condemn me for my infidelity if I let him do what he so often tried to do.
Other than solitary pleasures and self-admiration of my body, I could at least dress to advantage, dress to reveal, so that men would give me long, hungry stares and make me realize I was not alone in my great need. I thought of the stares as I looked at myself in only pantyhose and the little bra, and I remembered that some women looked at me the same way as men. It gave me very strange sensations when they did so. I thought I had detected such looks from Cissy, even from the 19 year old French maid, Lisette, who acted almost like she was Cissy's body-servant, but was always glad to help me out in any way.
"You've got a hot body, Norma!" I whispered to myself, cupping my breasts, lifting them, watching my long tongue lap out at my soft, naked shoulders. "Men would give anything to fuck you, Norma . . . to suck your nipples and lick your whole body. Take off that 36-C bra, Norma. Play with your breasts and nipples . . . stand back a little farther so that all you see are hands playing and fingers squeezing ... so you can't tell that they're your own hands and fingers."
The bra unhooked in front and was off in a moment, tossed on the bed by my dress. The pantyhose seemed very sexy to me. My black pubic hairs showed through in a mat of darkness on the little hump of Venus just above my cunt lips. There was a hint of moisture at the crotch. I squeezed, rolled, pressed, caressed and handled my large, firm breasts in a dozen different ways. I lifted each breast and squeezed as hard as I could, distorting the nipples and discoloring them, pulling the globes out until they were like two giant tubes of toothpaste clogged up but ready to gush forth at any moment.
"Suck your nipples, Norma . . I told myself very softly. "Go ahead, darling. Nobody will walk in on you. It's another hour or more before Kenneth will be coming home. . . ."
That's how bad it was. I lived in a little private sex-world of my own, and had for so many years. I never thought it would change. I had no idea as I used both, hands to pull my right breast up-up-up, that my whole life would be drastically and dramatically changed by events that would happen in the next few hours!
My breasts looked misshapen in the mirror, the right one half again larger than the left because I was stretching my chest flesh so much. In another moment, I was able to lick down the top of my big right breast. I peered upward so that I could see in the mirror as my Hps surrounded the big, hot nipple and sucked it into my mouth. I tongued the swollen bud and sucked in the area surrounding it. My nipple was hardly as large as Kenneth's veined and impotent cock, but the erectness of it thrilled me more.
I sucked harder and harder. I held it up there with one hand and quickly slipped the other one beneath the waistband of my panty hose in the deep grove of black, pubic hair. I paused, letting my index finger "craw!" through the full thatch until I could feel the wet, upper lips of my pussy. I slid it right over my slippery clit and cried out with pleasure! I rubbed it back and forth across the lubricated little sex-knob until one, two, and three strong or- gasms had made me feel as well as look beautiful, sexy, radiantly alive with feeling!
I smiled. I was very narcissistic, of course, but I did know that I looked sexy when I masturbated, sucked my own breasts, left on stockings or panties. I knew because those were some of the little things Kenneth often asked me to do. I would strip in front of him and provide myself with a masturbatory orgy as he watched me with the same lust and leer in his eyes that his son had inherited. Kenneth would ask at times to sit on the toilet and masturbate too. There were dozens of positions he had me use.
Another of Kenneth's quirks was for him to hide in the closet with the door just cracked, as I came into the bedroom fully dressed, pretending I did not know he was there. I would undress slowly, very slowly, kissing my shoulders, licking my fingers and rubbing them over each new piece of my body I exposed. By the time I was to my stockings and gaiter belt, or had on crotchless pantyhose, I would be lying on the bed, writhing and twisting in erotic agony as I masturbated. I would close my eyes, and within seconds, his mouth would be licking my fingers and into my secretion soaked cunt until I could squeeze out at least one or two orgasms.
I stood up straight and looked at myself in the mirrors of my vanity again. If I looked so super sexy to Kenneth as I did these things, I rationalized that I would appear very ultra-erotic to other men in the same ways. And when I performed for myself like that, I would imagine I was doing it for the chauffeur to watch, or for some other man that seemed to have sex appeal, even Ken!
"You have a beautiful body, Norma," I told myself, swaying sensually while I watched in the mirror. "That's why Kenneth likes you so and wants to show you off. The big breasts! The slim, 25 inch waist and almost flat tummy! The rounded, 37 inch hips and the shapely ass and thighs!"
I began to pat my right buttock until a rhythmic quiver was set up in the firm flesh. I did the same for my left buttock, noticing the more subtle quiver in my full, stockinged thighs. I was still on fire sexually! I poured the rest of the Scotch from the bottle into the glass. I grasped my wet, pantyhosed crotch and squeezed and played while I walked awkwardly into the bathroom to put some more ice in the glass.
After a long drink that tasted so good, I pulled my pantyhose down below my knees and sat on the toilet, directly in front of the full mirror on the open door. I began to masturbate once more. I tried to put myself in the position of Kenneth or someone else watching me, and a very weird thought crossed my mind. I was helpless to dissuade myself of the visionary notion! The vision was in the mirror! It was Cissy! She was watching me! She was naked, her long brown hair was flowing and the lovely body clothed only in a diaphanous, white gown that revealed her dark nipples and reddish pubic hairs (I had seen her naked as she undressed in her bedroom one time, then again in the beach house of a friend's out on Long Island)
She licked her lips saucily and her eyes bore at me with the same lustful leer of her brother's, her father's. Without helping myself, I began to masturbate faster. I squeezed and painfully pinched my nipples. I reached around between the cheeks of my ass until I could rub my asshole, could move it teasingly just by injecting my finger in the sensitive crater.
"Oh! Oh, it's so nice! I love you, Norma ... I want to fuck you, Norma!" I cried out crazily, wantonly, moving around on the toilet seat and watching myself with wide-eyed passion. "Go! Go, Norma! Make it come again! Yes, Cissy ... eat me! Suck my cunt and make me a Lesbian. Yes! That's what you are, isn't it? Oh! Oh-ho-h-ho-yeee!"
The last orgasm was so strong it almost knocked me out. I sat back on the seat and closed my eyes. A feeling of guilt hit me. Why had I seen the vision of Cissy? The one thing Kenneth could not stand was homosexuality. But I had seen the look in Cissy's eyes as I masturbated. In reality, she had looked at me in much the same way before, but there had never been any other hint of Lesbian interest.
Why had I made a Lesbian out of Cissy in my own mind? I knew she hated and despised me. I knew she was extremely jealous of me and went so far one time as to accuse me of being interested in her brother. But I didn't consciously hate Cissy. Why should I project her into the role of a female homosexual in my erotic, masturbatory fantasies? It worried me. And when I become conscience stricken, I usually look to masturbation for escape. But as I put my fingers back into my dripping pussy, there was a loud knock on the bedroom door!
"Yes . . . who is it?" I yelled, unable to keep from fingering myself.
"Madame! Madame Hathaway!" Lisette's voice called out with some concern. "Are everythings all-right. I hear you cry . . . no?"
"Just . . . just a minute," I said, yanking my hand from my frustrated sex spots and throwing on a terry cloth robe I kept hanging on the back of the bathroom door.
I liked the little 19 year old French maid and her cute accent and faulty English grammar. I would have liked it if I could have been her confidante. But I knew that Cissy hired her. I also suddenly realized that she spent long periods of time alone with Cissy in my stepdaughter's bedroom! Perhaps, I realized, as I walked through the bedroom, that was why I had the Lesbian vision of Cissy. Maybe I thought they were having an affair because both of them looked at my body sometimes in a way that men did.
"Yes, Lisette?" I questioned upon opening the door to the hall and forcing a very warm smile.
"Oh ... I was to think I hear a scream from your room, Madame," she said, as I tried to avoid looking at her short and sexily shaped young body in the tight fitting uniform. "Are you okay?"
"You must have heard the television," I said with a laugh, opening the door wider so that she could see nothing was amiss. "It was one of those horrible afternoon serials and a girl was being chocked to death. I . . . just turned if off."
"Ah," she said, her clever eyes searching the room until they stopped at the empty Scotch bottle on my vanity. "Well, I think maybe Madame would like that I bring a new bottle of whisky from the bar. I will get it right away..."
"Lisette!" I said, suddenly frightened, fearing that she was in league with Cissy to give a bad impression of me to Kenneth, "why ... do you think I need another bottle of Scotch?"
"It is nothing of worry, Madame Hathaway," she announced firmly, breaking away from my grasp of her arm and walking over to pick up the empty bottle. "I clean Madame's room every day . . . the bedroom of you and Mr. Hathaway. I know that you have the whisky in the closet. It is my pleasure to serve you. . . ."
"Lisette, dear . . .," I said, then walked over to the dresser where my purse was. "It's nothing, really . . . but can I trust you not to tell Cissy or my husband about this? And . . . would you bring up another bottle of Scotch?"
"Oh, yes, Madame!" she said, a sudden sparkle in her eyes as she looked at me and readily accepted the 20 dollar bill I handed her. "I can be very honest with you. You are not like the others. I say nothing. I say nothing that you fell down on the front steps when coming from cocktail party this afternoon day. If it is your secret you drink and like be tipsy ... is also my secret. Madame, if you have not yet had bath ... I will help to bathe your body very clean when I bring back bottle of whisky?"
"Well ... I hardly think that will be necessary, Lisette," I responded haltingly as I felt a very strange shudder go through my body. "If I'm just a little tipsy ... I think I can bathe myself. . . ."
"I will be back in two minutes, Madame!" she said, smiling at me in a much more intimate and different way than usual.
Why was Lisette offering to bathe me? I pondered over the question while she was gone. I walked over to the vanity and sat down. I took a cigarette from a half full pack and lit it. The taste of the tobacco was flavorful, mild and pleasant. I hadn't had a cigarette since the party. A very natural and warm smile crossed my lips as I looked at myself. I also saw that the left top of my terry cloth robe was gaping open to reveal almost the entire breast. The nipple had obviously been exposed to Lisette also.
"You're acting like an adolescent!" I told myself scoldingly, forming the words so that my lips moved sensually as I watched them. "Your own mind is so full of sex that you think the slightest thing is an indication of someone else's erotic interest in you. So what if Lisette did see your breast exposed? So what if she did, for the very first time in the year she had worked at the mansion, offer to give you a bath? Norma, you're a fool! If you took a Rorschach, inkblot test right now, every card would look like something to do with sex!
"Norma! Don't let the liquor get to you and ruin everything! What if Cissy has Lisette teasing you? Yes, that would be great! If Cissy could bribe or otherwise entice Lisette to seduce you into something homosexual . . . and if Kenneth caught you at it . . . he'd disinherit and divorce you so fast you wouldn't know what hit you! And then the multi-million dollar estate would only be split up between two heirs. Cissy and Ken would each get a half when Kenneth dies, instead of only a third!"
My mind became confused and I felt the need for a drink as never before. I couldn't let Lisette come back and find me talking to myself, my robe still sloppily exposing my breast. I stood up and untied the sash around my waist. I opened the robe to take a quick look at my body, my excited breasts, my wet pubic hairs. My sensations were so compelling that I had to just have a quick orgasm . . . one quick orgasm.
My finger slid through the hairs and over my clit. Back and forth, I worked it! Hotter! Hotter! I was on fire! I tensed up my whole body and then sighed loudly as the sweet, beautiful, delicious orgasm flooded my body with delight.
At that moment, I was not certain whether I pulled my robe across myself and knotted the sash quickly because I thought Lisette might be coming in at any second, or because I was aware of seeing her through the mirror. She could have seen me. But I preferred to think that I had very cleverly and quickly prevented her from seeing what I had been doing.
She said nothing, but smiled at me with what appeared to be such great understanding and warmth. She picked up the empty Scotch bottle and put it in a wastebasket she had brought with her. She took my glass into the bathroom and washed it, put fresh ice in it, and poured the Scotch from the new bottle until it was just the right distance from the rim.
"Here, Madame," she said, walking toward me with a sensual sway of her young body in the tight and stereotyped "French maid's" uniform that Cissy insisted she wear (short, black and white nylon). "If you want a drink, I want you to have one. You are the Madame!"
"Cissy hired you," I said, turning to look at her, checking with my hands to determine that my robe was in place over my breasts. "I . . . I've always liked you, Lisette . . . but I never quite considered you a servant of the household. You spend so much time with Cissy. . . ."
I had said it and I was glad! I took a deep drink from the glass she handed me. Perhaps, I thought, it was good that I was tipsy. I could be so much more outgoing, say what I thought. And it was evident that I had hit where it hurt. Lisette took the remark much in the way that I took some of hers. She felt that I could read her mind. She felt guilty in some manner.
"Oh . . . Madame Hathaway," she finally responded to me, and I wondered what kind of bra she wore over the adorable breasts that protruded so beautifully. "I ... I may be confuse, but you are the Madame of this household for that I work. I ... I am only a servant. If Miss Hathaway makes many demands of me. I must do. You never ask me for very much, Madame. I only wish you did ask me for more! I like you ... as you have says you like me. Now ... I will help you with your bath. . . ."
"Do you think I need a bath?" I asked her boldly.
"Madame has the odor of woman!" Lisette replied in a breathy, husky voice that made me realize she was somehow attracted to the odor of my excited sex parts. "When Mr. Hathaway get home because is Wednesday, his early day ... he want you to smell fresh! Come! I will help you bath and to put on right makeup and sexy cloths for him." "You . . . you do help Cissy with her bath . . . her toilette?" I asked, wanting at least one word of compromise' from her. "Yes, of course, Madame," she said immediately, laughing gaily and steering me toward the bath-room. "It is my duty . . . but my duty is also to you. You must let me bathe you....."
I walked ahead of her into the bathroom after gulping down the rest of the strong whisky highball, My mind was still confused, but I felt that I could handle things. After all, it was Lisette who had insisted on helping me bathe. No matter how much she might excite me, I could simply pretend that her hands felt good, as I might say to a masseuse. When we were both in the bathroom, I slipped off my robe and lay right down in the tub. I thought I detected a gleam of passion in her eyes when my whole naked body was suddenly exposed to her, but I knew I had to be careful. Her small, sexy lips began to moisten when she looked between my parted upper thighs. I knew that my hairs and pussy were soaking wet and she would certainly know of my previous masturbating and my wanton desire . . . degree of sexual desire!
"Make the water very hot, Lisette," I said, as I began to relax and luxuriate in my role, moving my hips suggestively (but not on purpose then, I swear it), "I want to be cleansed like Lady Macbeth. I've had a frustrating day. Yes ... I do smell . . . like a woman, don't I?"
"Very much," she answered, zipping down her tight uniform at the side. "Is nothing wrong! You are a woman. You please to excuse me if I take some cloth off? The hot water will ruin my uniform. . .
"Yes . . . strip naked, if you like, Lisette," I told her boldly . . . too boldly. "Do anything you want, Lisette. Do you . . . think my body is sexy?"
"Very much . . ," she answered, but then seemed to draw away from me, as if I had shocked her just a little too much. "You . . . have a very nice figure, Madame. You are some year younger than Mademoiselle Cissy. She also has beautiful body of sexual perfection."
Lisette adjusted the water until it was gushing between my legs warmer and warmer. I looked down at myself and saw the steaming water swirl up between my thighs. I felt its warmth creep up into my oversensitive pussy. I looked up dreamily at Lisette, only to notice that she was looking away from me.
But it was only for a moment. The delicious French girl was only taking the more scented soap from the lavatory and then moved back toward me. Without a word, she put the bar of soap between my upper thighs and began to rub it into my cunt! I was suddenly on fire again! She had removed her uniform and faced me in briefs and bra! Her legs were more full and shapely than I had ever dreamed! Her body must have measured something like 36-26-36, I judged. Her naked flesh, the dark area of her mound in the briefs, the large and firm breasts . . . they seemed to beckon to me.
My head was not steady, my mind not rational! Why? Why would I find another woman so deliciously exciting? I remembered what Ken had told me one night about some well-known fashion photographer. He said that she was a dyke Lesbian and had sex relations with all of her young models. Ken was a dirty young man. Such ideas excited him and made his cock hard in his trousers.
"I will scrub your poo-see, Madame Hathaway," I realized Lisette was saying as the sliding soap bar had already created two orgasm for me. "You like this, yes? Oh, please do not say it is bad. I am from a most religious family, Madame. So they say anything sexy feeling is bad. Oh! . . Oh, but you have such a beautiful figure for me to bathe. . . ."
"And you have such a ... a thrillingly shaped body for me to watch!" I blurted out, smiling, although I suddenly felt guilty about prodding the girl farther. "Tell me ... do you wear a bikini when you go swimming?"
"In America . . . yes," she said with a friendly laugh, using her bare hands to suds up the soap she spread over my belly and breasts. "I live in France on the Cote d'Azur and are many private beaches and islands for nude bathing. I am going naked on the beach since I was just a small girl."
"Oh . . . that must be very interesting," I said, debating how far I should go in that initial conversation on sex. "It's not very unusual then for you to see people naked."
"Not at all," she said in a lower, more intimate voice, as her hand played with my breasts, sudsing them thoroughly and so teasingly. "It is so funny to see some of the old women with great big teats . . . they hang almost to their knees. And the men! Ah!
Some men who are for the first time there have a hard penis! But most are used to seeing pretty girls naked . . . unless, maybe, a man concentrate his view and sex ideas in his mind on one special girl. I know that I have seen a penis rise from nothing to greatness when a man looks only at me for some time. . . ."
"Is ... is it exciting when that happens?" I asked her breathily, holding out my arms as she washed sensually under them. "Doesn't it make you ... feel good to know you have such an effect upon him?"
"Oh, yes- If he is good look at, and has a nice penis," Lisette said gaily, indicating that I should turn over on my stomach in the half filled tub. "If so, I will be the coquette, you understand. I will spread open wider my legs and make my titties bounce. Ha-ha! It will give him a very hard time, yes?"
"Yes ... I would think so . . . with the lovely body you have," I told her, my head tilted left to look up at her and see the large breasts move excitingly beneath the sheerness of her little bra. "In fact, I would imagine some of the women . . . those kind, you know . . . like to look too......"
"Yes . . . we have many in France," she said, then remained silent as she continued to bathe me.
She dipped the bar of soap into the water and rubbed it all the way down to the small of my back. When I was well soaped, her delicate young hand worked over my flesh in little swirls, sudsing up the wet soap desposits and massaging me at the same time. The experience was so sensual that I gently moved my pubic mount around on the wet bottom of the bathtub. The motion made my hips rotate very slightly, and I was definitely sighing so that she could hear me.
However, Lisette kept right on with her work. She soaped up my buttocks and hips and then squeezed the scented bar down deep into my ass-cleavage, rubbing back and forth over my asshole with what seemed like deliberate teasing. Oh! She felt so good. Her hands roamed both buttocks softly, sliding through the suds and cleansing me as I had never been cleansed before.
I could not help but continue the movement of my pelvis, the rubbing in a circular style of my pussy mount on the tub surface. I sighed out once in orgasm! Twice! But Lisette went right on, not saying a word. Her fingers dived into the area between my buttocks and rubbed up a new amount of thick suds. The side of her hand kept going up and down, from the small of my back, over my anus and into my cunt!
And before she completed that area, Lisette made certain that my asshole was clean too. I rose up in a strong, moaning orgasm when she began to push two soapy fingers in and out of the hole itself!
Still, she said nothing. I was afraid to say anything. I had certainly demonstrated the effect she was having on me. Why, I wondered, was she ignoring it all, but continuing her actions? In sudsing my upper and lower thighs from behind, the feeling was also sensual, arousing. Even the cleaning of my feet and toes kept my libido charged at full voltage.
Finally, I was rinsed thoroughly and stood up on the bath mat beside the tub as Lisette dried me off. - It was warm in the bathroom and she was sweaty. But I liked the aroma. I had a strange and forbidden urge to kneel and pull down her briefs and......
I tossed the idea from my head as strongly as possible. I couldn't imagine what had made me even think of such a thing . . . except that it was so obvious she was trying to seduce me. And as she patted my body dry with the big Turkish towel, she paid special attention to my nipples, making them stick out erect as she pulled on them with the towel.
When I spread my legs as she dried down over my belly and around my buttocks, I almost cringed in pleasant anticipation. And I was not disappointed. I looked down at the almost naked body of the 19 year old girl. She crouched and pushed the towel between my thighs. She rubbed with titillating pressure into my pussy. I sighed again and shivered with a small orgasm. She moved the towel back and parted my ass-cheeks. She rubbed me thoroughly and produced a powerful sensation by using her finger to push the rough cloth into my asshole.
I was so excited that I wanted desperately to say something. She twisted her towel covered finger around and around and pressed it deeper and deeper into my anus. I sighed. I moaned. She pulled it out and then pushed a fresh piece of the towelling back inside and began the process all over again.
"Oh . . . Madame is quite sensitive," Lisette said when I turned around, my legs still spread, and she parted the lips of my wet pussy and dried away the secretions in short dabs and rubs, aimed primarily at my clit. "You must be very glad when Mr. Hathaway comes home, yes?"
"Is ... is Cissy so sensitive?" I blurted out, then cursed myself silently for having come out with the question.
"Oh, yes," she replied unhesitatingly and with a little laugh. "And I too. We are a houseful of loving women, I suppose. But that is okay....."
Her voice trailed off as I stood there naked and breathing so heavily. It seemed to me as if she was afraid to go any further. She wanted me to go ahead with the conversation and bring it to some sort of definite conclusion. But I realized that I honestly could not bring it to a conclusion. I was experiencing strange, new feelings. I was quite unsure of myself, quite plagued by guilt feelings, some of which I could not understand myself.
"Oh! Oh, Madame Hathaway!" Lisette suddenly screamed in terror, and jumped up to quickly put her uniform back on. "I have done something so terrible!"
"No . . . no, you haven't, Lisette!" I exclaimed, grasping her arm and completely misunderstanding her. "It's all right. I think we both just . . . well, became a little too. . . ."
"The letter!" she shrieked, ignoring my clumsy attempts at trying to soothe what I so foolishly thought was a guilty conscience. "It came with Special Delivery from the postman in a station wagon! You were at the cocktail party. Will Madame ever, ever forgive me? I will go downstairs at once to get it. . . ."
Almost in tears, Lisette turned and fled from the room. While a Special Delivery letter may or may not be important to one, Lisette was so trained for being the "perfect" servant that she was scolding herself for the oversight of not bringing me the letter as soon as I had come home.
I tossed the terry cloth robe I had been wearing into the hamper, and produced a fresh one from the towel closet. I slipped my feet into a pair of high-heeled slippers fronted with big fluffs of marabou (the ones Kenneth liked to see me walk around in when nude or in boudoir attire). Quickly, I drained the rest of my Scotch and what was left of the ice, then fixed a new one and drank almost half of it at once. Kenneth would not be home until about five, and it was only a little past four.
I paced the floor of our large bedroom impatiently, wondering what I would do for the next hour. Only when Lisette came running back in the room did I remember that I had a Special Delivery letter. Who could it be from? My parents seldom wrote. If there had been a tragedy of some sort in the family, they would have wired or called.
"It is all the way from Texas, Madame!" Lisette exclaimed with a spark of her European excitement that gave away her provinciality. "I hope Madame will please forgive me. . . . ?"
"Of course," I said, taking her hand in mine after I took the letter from her, feeling sorry for the look of hurt and pleading in her soft, blue eyes. "I'm sure it's nothing important, really. It's from Dallas, and my family lives in Houston. I do forgive you, Lisette. And I want to thank you for giving me such a . . .a wonderful bath, and bringing me the fresh bottle of Scotch."
"Oh, thank you! Bless you!" Lisette responded with sudden emotion, sending a sudden tingle through me when she raised my hand to her full-lipped mouth and kissed it . . . with both lips and tongue! "I will leave you alone now, Madame to read your special letter. Anytime you desire me to give you a bath, please call me. Miss Cissy is never out of bed before noon. You could call me at nine and I would give you a very long and very relaxing bath to make you feel so good....."
She closed the door to the hall with those words and I was left alone. Instantly, I looked down at the unopened letter I was holding. It was very feminine, with the name and return address printed on the black flap-"Miss Jeanne Love; 2418 Colmar Drive; Dallas, Texas 75289".
My heart did a sudden jump! I half-reclined on the bed and tore open the envelope with trembling fingers. At that moment, my conscious mind was not aware of the reason for my reaction. Jeanne Love had been a girl for whom I used to babysit a lot when I was 17 to 19, and she was 12 to 14. She had moved with her parents to Dallas when she was 14, and we had kept in very loose touch by exchanging Christmas cards over the years, and adding little notes of interest on the backs of the cards.
But why a Special Delivery letter from her?
Jeanne's handwriting was flowing and beautiful, but the contents of the letter were quite unexpected. Far from being a short note, it was over three pages long, and read: Dallas, Texas June 17 My dear Norma, By the time you receive this, I may already be in New York. The movers have taken everything from my apartment except a small table and desk that I am going to leave for whoever may want it. My taxi is not due for another half hour, so I can take my time explaining why I am moving to New York City.
I told you on my last Christmas card that I was finally modeling for high-fashion and loving it. Dallas is one of the fashion centers of the world now, and I have been doing a lot of work. But now, I have hit the jackpot, Norma-Denyse DeFontayne, the famous haute couture photographer in New York was here for our last season's showing and liked my work so much that she signed a contract for me to come to New York and model for her exclusively! I'm just so thrilled, Norma! It's the big break that every model dreams of!
After almost ten years, I'm also very excited that I will get to see you again. I know that you're leading a very active social life, and I'll be pretty busy too. But we have to have some hours to spend together. I want to tell you about all the exciting things that have happened to me in all these years. And I know you must have so much to tell me about being in the rich society bunch up there. I'll bet you lead a wonderful life, and I look forward to getting up there where the "action" is.
I don't think I've changed very much since I was 14. I'm a little more filled out, but not too much. That's something high-fashion won't allow. One designer described me as a "tall gamin" with "elfish charm". I hope the description doesn't scare you away, Norma. I think my face and personality are much the same as ever, except that my personality is not so hidden now. I'm a little over 5' 6" tall and weigh 116 pounds. The other vital statistics are 34A-20-34.
I'm reminiscing now, Norma, and I hope you don't mind. The years have been long, and I will have certain personal obligations to Denyse. In fact, I'll be staying at her place for a while, so you call me there anytime after noon on the 18th. No matter what, Norma, I still mean every word that I said to you the last time you babysat for me in Houston. Will you ever forget that night? I won't. I hope you haven't changed, Norma. I realize you are married, and it may be that my way of life is not for you at all. If you don't accept my way of life, Norma, please accept me.
I will wait a few days before calling you, but you may call me before. If you don't want to see me, Norma, it will just kill me. Please, Norma, let me see you and talk to you just once, no matter how you may feel about me after all these years.
I meant every word I said that night in Houston.
Love, Jeanne The stationary had a very subtle fragrance that I liked. It only "hinted" of the perfume-like odor from afar, and when put directly beneath my nose, was still distant, feminine, beckoning, seductive. I was not so naive that I did not detect the inferences in her letter. But I could not think, though I tried very hard, what the exact words were that she had spoken to me that last night I babysat for her.
Unlike my parents, who let me do babysitting when I was 14, Jeanne's mother and father would never leave her alone without a sitter. I seemed to remember a Christmas card from her when she was 16, in which she told me joyfully that she did not have to have a sitter anymore.
Chills ran through my body and I began to itch between my legs again. I lay back more comfortably and let my right hand migrate toward my pussy, pushing aside the front of my robe and finding a damp forest and wet sex-flesh. I had never before believed in metaphysics or the psychic phenomena that includes extra-sensory perception. But what other reason could explain my Lesbian thoughts as I had masturbated and admired myself, and let Lisette thrill me so in a sexual way?
The letter had been in the house ever since I had returned from the cocktail party, and I had never before, so far as I could remember, let my imagination and my body respond to girl-girl sexuality. The letter was there! It had transmitted, without my having read it yet, the potential I had for Lesbian love. The experience with Jeanne when she was 14 must have been an unusually powerful one. But I had completely rejected it over the past years.
"Oh . . . oh, darling . . . ," I moaned in orgasm, and then I recalled what Ken had told me one time.
"You really go for those models, don't you?" he had asked in a leering, sneering way, when he saw me looking at a fashion magazine in the downstairs den.
"I like the outfit this one has on," I replied, not understanding his inference.
"Yeah I Sexy, baby I" he had retorted, his eyes bulging at the beach wear bikinis and swim suits. "See the credit? 'Denyse DeFontayne'. She's the biggest dyke Lesbian in the business, I heard. She ever lets a broad model for her without tasting the goodies first. Wheee! I wish I had the choice of cunts she does to lick on. Lap I Lap! Lap! Yeah . . . that gal has a club of them, Club Lesbos, I've heard it called. Wildest thing in New York . . . and I sure would like to get in the middle of it. . . ."
"Go to hell!" I had cursed him, and thrown the magazine in his face and left the room while he was still laughing.
Ken was always making all kinds of sexual suggestions in a vulgar way. He was a good-looking young man and quite a sportsman. His personality was cheerful and humorous around others and he was quite popular in the rich Westchester crowd . . . the crowd in my age group that I longed so much to be with.
I think Ken and Cissy both were very fond of their mother. When their father married me, a girl just out of high school, almost an adolescent teenager, they automatically despised me. But despite Ken's attitude, his male appeal was very strong for me.
He had tried to seduce me dozens of times, almost raped me once. I wanted him to fuck me, suck me, make long, young love to me I But it was impossible in more ways than one. I would have been a one-time plaything for him had I ever given in. And then he would have told his father that I was a tramp! How cruel he was, knowing (as he must have) how I suffered and craved sexual love and satisfaction from a virile and potent male closer to my own age.
My eyes moved toward Jeanne's letter again as I lay across the bed and continued to masturbate. I drew up both legs so that the heels almost touched each cheek of my ass, then let my knees fall to either side, suspended, and spread my thighs widely apart. Oh, how I would Uke to see and feel the hard cock of a man, a young man! How I had wanted to see, feel, suck, lick and be fucked by Ken's cock when I could see the mighty bulge in his slacks as he teased me.
I brought my fingers up to my mouth and narcissistically licked my cunt juices from them. I let them mix with the abundant saliva in my mouth, and then I swallowed it all. When I exhaled through my mose, the aroma was beautiful. I wondered about Jeanne, and what she did with other women in sex. Would she want to get naked with me? I could take her to our downtown apartment, which was rarely used. Would Jeanne want to suck between my legs? Would she lie over me as a man? Would she want me to lick and suck her lovely breasts?
I could almost picture them . . . small, yet pert and firm, the nipples barely developed and uptilted.
She was 23 years old, I realized, and hardly the sweet and lovable little 14 year old that I remembered. But, she said she had not changed! And what did she say to me that last night I sat for her? What happened that night? What did we do?
My head felt dizzy. The liquor was finally hitting me. My right hand and fingers were still at my clit, rubbing the little bud around and around and around. I was having orgasms. I saw visions of Ken, Lisette, Cissy and Jeanne-all of them naked and beckoning to me! My left hand clung to the letter the one physical object that had transmitted its powerful message of sex before it had even been opened.
"No . . . no, Cissy," I moaned in a low, husky, self-stimulating voice. "Your . . . your pussy is blonde! It's ... as blonde as Jeanne's! And . . my cunt hairs are as dark as Lisette's. Jeannel What is it? No, Jeanne. Don't go down on Cissy. . . ."
I was somewhere between reality and fantasy. My left hand fell to my side, but the letter remained between my possessive fingers. I had to have the letter! The letter was mine! The letter had the power to make me react as I never had before in my life!
Or had I?
The question pounded through my head as yet another orgasm filled my body with brief but strong pleasure. My finger still slid around and around and around my slippery clit. Ken was standing over me. He was watching Jeanne suck between his sister's beautiful legs, admiring the milk-whiteness of her perfectly formed thighs against the carefully tanned and shapely slimness of Jeanne's body.
"Jeanne! Jeanne!" I cried out, holding up my hands in supplication. "It's me that you want! You told me so in your letter....."
"Open that wet, brunette cunt, Norma!" Ken's voice rasped and I turned to see him guide his powerful cock between my legs and deep into my pussy.
Everything began going around and around again, my head spinning. I was hot, sexy, passionate. But the scene had changed to a beautiful lakeside home in Houston, Texas almost ten years before
CHAPTER TWO
"We're moving to Dallas next week," the lovely, precious, darling, 14 year old girl told me after we had watched almost two hours of TV together. "It doesn't bother you, does it, Norma?"
"Of course, it does," I told her reassuringly, patting her cute buttocks through the peejays she wore. "You know you're my favorite, Jeanne. I'll miss you very much. But people do move around. We have to get used to new friends and new cities. . . ."
"Oh, you don't understand what I mean!" the 14 year old girl said. "You'll be going to college next year. You have a lot of boyfriends. I don't have any [ boyfriends, Norma. Do you know why?"
"As preciously pretty as you are?" I questioned, enjoying the feel of her buttocks so much that I slid my hand under the waistband of her peejay bottoms and caressed her ass naked. "There must be dozens of boys wanting to date you and . . and to kiss you."
"I don't like them," she responded firmly. "My parents won't let me date, and I don't care. I'd much rather have you kiss me goodnight than some old . . . boy!"
"Oh? Some boys kiss very nicely," I told her,
always playing the adult 'woman' to her. "One of my boyfriends makes me feel real good when he kisses me. Maybe when you date older boys . . . and young men, you'll find it more nice . . . nice nice and lovely, Jeanne."
"I don't want to be 'nice and lovey' with anyone but you!" she protested, grabbing my wrist in back and pushing my hand under her buttocks. "I know about boys. And I know about men too! Do you know what Mr. Abelard does?"
"Who is Mr. Abelard, darling?" I asked her with what I tried to sound like a sophisticated laugh. "You . . . you don't mean the man next door to you? He's old enough to be your father!"
"Men are sinful!" she told me in a raspy voice that she had obviously learned from one of her parents. "He goes down by the lake when I'm taking a sun bath on our side of the line. And, do you know what he does? He pushes his swim trunks down to his knees and jacks off on the ground! He wants me to see him jack off that big prick!"
"Jeanne!" I exclaimed, liking but not understanding why, the feel of her hand beneath my dress, on my naked thigh. "Where did you learn such language? What would your father and mother think if they heard you say things like 'jack-off' and 'prick'?"
"You know what the words mean . . don't you?" Jeanne asked me, her eyes sparkling with emotion as her hand crept further up my thigh.
"Well . . . I've heard them, Jeanne," I had to admit, hating myself for liking the sensation of her precocious fingers tickling into my pussy. "But you wouldn't want your parents to hear you saying such things."
"I don't care, Norma," the little blonde said to me as we sat on the couch in the den ignoring the TV. "My parents would . . . would shit if they knew what I liked and what I said. But you're young, Norma. I like you. I like to feel your legs and it's unfair. ..."
"What's unfair?" I asked with a laugh, trying so hard to deny that the feel of her fingers in my pussy was so wonderful. "And why are you feeling between my legs like that?"
"Because I love you", she replied instantly, then went right on talking. "And I like to feel your sex-box. You feel mine when you help give me a bath!"
"Yes . . . but that's only because . . . because I want you to be very clean," I said with great hesitancy, realizing for the first time how much it did stimulate me to bathe her, feel her little breasts and the fuzzy-covered lips between her thighs. "I love you too, Jeanne. I will miss you. But that's . . . that's life, darling. ..."
"Did you love me when you gave me my bath tonight, Norma?" she asked, and I was absolutely enraptured by the loving look in her eyes when I gazed down at the sweet face. "That's the last time you'll see me naked ... or I'll feel your hands all over me. Norma ... I don't want to move to Dallas!"
"Oh, I do love you too, darling!" I said with emotional enthusiasm, joining my lips to hers in a full-mouth kiss that developed into a prolonged French entanglement of lips and tongues. "Oh, Jeanne! If you kiss your boyfriends like that . . . you'll make them all fall in love with you."
"Are you in love with me, Norma?"
"I ... I love you, Jeanne," I said with much bewilderment, having been moved so by her kiss that I was very confused. "Some . . . well, some of my boyfriends like to kiss a lot. . . ."
"Are you still a virgin, Norma?" she asked with shocking suddenness.
"A virgin?" I queried in defense, hugging her sparsely clad body close and licking her left ear spontaneously. "I . . . I'm 19 years old. I go with grown men on dates......"
"I know," she stated matter of factly, then began to unbutton my blouse. "And you let them feel your breasts and in between your legs! I bet you let them fuck you!"
"Oh, that's a terrible thing to say!" I responded, yet allowed her to unhook my bra in front and fondle my naked breasts.
"You're so sexy, Norma," she said with the sweet innocence of youth. "I'll be glad when I have big titties like yours. When I said it wasn't fair ... I meant that you bathed me naked and felt my sex thing and my titties . . . but I never get to see you naked and play. Please . . . tonight's our last chance . . . ?"
"Have . . . you done much of- this . . . this sex, with other girls and boys . . . with adults?" I asked breathlessly, overcome by her magnetic appeal and its great sexual strength and attraction. "No . . . but I watch my mother naked a lot. She has such a beautiful figure too. She let me just . . .well, just playing around and teasing, she let me feel her tits a lot one night when I slept with her and Dad was in California for a convention. But I like to look at tits on girls and women. Oh, Normal I can't believe I'm really feeling yours naked!"
"Well . . . if it means that much to you," I said with hesitancy, hiding very strong desires that continued to flood my body and make me itch between my thighs. "Feel them all you want! Kiss them, Jeanne. That is ... if you want to kiss them. . . ."
"Yes! Yes, Norma!" she cried out with even greater excitement as she twisted around to face me, feel up and squeeze one breast and suck and kiss the other one until I wanted to feel my pussy, or let her do it. "Whew, Norma! They taste delicious . . . just like I thought they would. Your nips are a lot smaller than Mother's ... I like them better. Do your boyfriends suck them a lot? Please tell me, Norma! I'll never say anything to my parents, I swear it! And I'll never see you after tonight. . . ."
"Well . . . yes," I replied, not too surprised, and cautiously aroused, as I watched her take off her peejays and then cuddle up to me naked, pressing my hand to one of her lemon-sized breasts. "They usually start out by parking in some nice, quiet, lonely place . . . after we've been out to a party or a movie . . . and we kiss and open our mouths and lick each others' tongues and lips and inside our mouths, like we did a while ago. . . ."
"I'll pretend I'm the boy, Norma!" Jeanne declared, catching her breath as she pressed her right breast against my left one and embraced me. "I'm going to kiss you . . . like this!"
It was much more exciting than the first time. Her body was so soft and cuddly. Our open lips met each others and moved around. Our dripping tongues searched and felt. I remember the tingle I received when I ran my tongue along the backs of her teeth. They were so perfectly formed, and when my lips pressed tighter and I could slip and slide my tongue on the roof of her mouth, under her tongue and all through her fleshy-wet mouth, the itch between my thighs became almost overwhelming.
I had passed the point of being able to turn back, or to reverse our actions to the stage of playing "Mother and Daddy" as we had so many times over the past few years and gone no farther than a kiss. My right hand roamed over the young teenager's naked back, to the small of her back and down into the cleavage of her shapely buttocks.
"Oh, your hand feels good, Norma!" she said breathlessly as we paused briefly in our kissing and squeezed our bodies together. "But . . . you haven't told me if you're a virgin or not. Have you let a man fuck you, Norma?"
"Only twice, darling," I found myself saying spontaneously, finding excitement in our conversation too. "Once was with a senior at high school last year . . . the other time was with Mr. Blatchfield, the young biology teacher who dated me after I graduated. . . ."
"Did they kiss you and feel you . . . and you feel them . . . like we're doing?" she asked, her eyes sparkling in the TV lit room.
"Yes . . .," I told her, adding, "And he rubbed my breasts and licked the nipples after he . . . unhooked my bra. Oh! Oh, Jeanne . . . darling!"
Her young lips enveloped my right nipple as she held the breast with her small hand. The lips sucked it in a milking rhythm and her slick tongue played constantly across it! I had to cry out at the beautiful sensations! A dozen or more boys and and young men had sucked my nipples and had made me very excited. But the young ones were clumsy and the older ones had beards that rubbed roughly over the surface of my breasts.
There was such soft, delicate, sweet beauty in the way young Jeanne sucked them. It was such a stimulating, sensual experience that I never even bothered to think that she had been with other girls, or women. She was obviously aggressive with me, but I had allowed myself to go on until I was almost as aggressively involved as she.
Her left hand released my breast and she sucked harder, pulling the surrounding flesh into the soft, damp, licking cave of her pretty mouth. I pressed my thighs together and sighed aloud. She zipped down my skirt. She put the palm of her hand on my chest, just below my breasts. Her middle finger toyed with my sensitive navel, then she moved her hand down under the waistbands of my dress, half-slip and panties.
"Oh . . . oh, Jeanne, you darling . . . darling . . ," I sighed aloud, opening my legs so that her fingers could tease through my public hairs until they found the wet lips. "Your hand is so precious, Jeanne ... so soft and nice . . . like a mink glove. . . ."
I remembered the man I had met at the beach only a few weeks before. He was in his early twenties, but I knew he was married and wouldn't let him have intercourse with me. For some strange reason, I had rationalized that it was all right if we kissed and played with each other. He was quite sophisticated and showed me the mink glove and how arousingly beautiful it felt when he put it on and rubbed my open vulva gently.
As Jeanne dreamily continued to rub my juicy cunt and tease my hard clit and suck my nipple, I put my right hand across our bodies and massaged her little breasts. They were such precious beauties! I knew that I wanted to suck them, take each one all the way into my mouth and tongue those tiny, hard nipples. They were smaller than the erasers on most pencils, and I reveled in rolling each one between my fingers and listening to her sigh. I had bathed them many times since she was only 12, but just with a wash rag, and without too much consciousness of being sexually aroused myself.
"Norma?" she whispered, blowing in my ear after she let my right breast fall slightly when releasing it from her strong suck, "I want you to be naked too. If you lift up just a little ... I'll take off the rest. Is . . . that the way a boy does it?"
"Boys seldom ask," I told her, lifting my buttocks so that she could slide the three items of clothing down together. "They just try to go ahead and do it. In a car, we never get undressed. I only take off my pants and sit on their ... their penis ... or we He across the back seat. . .
'And they fuck you?" she said, still very breathless, very eager, very excited to listen to me. "Let me put these over the chair, Norma . . . and your blouse and bra too."
I hated to have to break the embrace of our bodies and the feel of her little breasts which fascinated me so much. But I took off the blouse and bra. She stood up and walked over to the chair at the left of the TV set and folded them neatly over the arms.
To see her naked, her lovely young buttocks twitching ever so slightly, built up the passion in me. Her perfect, nymphet body was outlined so beautifully against the light coming from the TV screen. And when she turned to approach me again, I marveled at the way her breasts shook, her hips slight sway, and the sight of her pubic hairs that I had seen grow from fuzz to the sparse collection of real hair intermingled with it.
Jeanne cuddled beside me again, and the sensation of our embracing bodies was so much more exciting since I was totally naked too. I opened my legs and she opened hers with what seemed like telepathic requests from each other. The soft feel of her sparsely covered mound was different than anything I had ever felt before. I could not recall that my own mound felt so soft when I was younger. I began to rub it teasingly, not allowing my fingers to stray to the girlish lips below.
"Oh, Norma! You have so much hair on your pussy!" she blurted out as she noticed my fairly thick growth of black, pubic hair. "Do your boyfriends like to run their fingers through your hairs?
Do they ever kiss you between your legs? Mother likes that!"
"How do you know?" I asked very quickly, even accusingly, picturing her kneeling in front of her pretty mother and licking her between those full, long legs.
"I've spied on her and Dad before," she came back very sincerely, believably. "He always licks her titties and her belly button . . . and then he puts his face right in between her legs and sucks and licks her pussy, and Mother screams because it's so good. Do . . . your boyfriends do that too?"
"One or two of them," I admitted, putting my left hand behind her back and cupping a buttock in my palm, getting more and more in the mood to thrill little Jeanne by telling her in detail of my 'big girl' sexual experiences. "You see, Jeanne, if a boy fucks a girl without using a rubber contraceptive, or her using a diaphragm or some other kind of contraception, she may get pregnant. So . . . when a date and I get very hot and want to fuck, but we have no contraception, we suck each other off. And, oh, his tongue feels so good in my pussy."
"You . . . you suck his penis?" she asked with astonishment, almost tearful.
"Yes, darling," I replied, asking, "You've seen your mother and father make love. Doesn't she suck his cock... penis, sometimes? Girls do that to make their boyfriends feel good when they're having a period too."
"Oh . . . yes," she answered hesitantly, and something in the back of my mind kept hinting that she had never seen her mother and father making love, but had experience with her mother, and maybe other girls. "Yes, I've seen Mother suck his big old thing. But I never thought you would do anything like that. Do you like to do it? Do you let him shoot his come in your mouth? Don't . . . don't tell me you swallow it, Norma!"
"No, I don't swallow it," I lied to her, wanting her to respect me and stay turned on to me, lying more when I said, "And I always pull it out ... or make the boy pull it out before he comes. Have you ever seen a boy come?"
"Yich! Yes," she replied with a scowl, and I was aware that we were both gently frigging each other just at the top of our respective cunts. "When we lived in the big apartment house close to town a few years ago. My bedroom was just across the alley from this man's bedroom. He used to try to watch me undress. And I was only about 11 years old! After he tried to watch me and I had turned my lights out, he turned his lights on and stood there playing with his ... his hard thing until a lot of creamy goo shot out of it into his other hand. He's what they call an exhibitionist, Mother said."
My curiosity was so highly whetted, but I felt I just couldn't ask Jeanne more questions about her and her mother. When she made the last remark, she shut up very quickly and lowered her head to my breast and began to lick the flesh all over the firm globe before sucking the big, hard nipple between her soft as velvet lips.
"Oh, darling . . . Jeanne . . ," I sighed in ecstasy, pushing my two fingers as far as they would go into the tight, young cunt. "You feel so good down there.
You're nice and wet too ... so young ... so good. ..."
I pushed my two fingers in and out, slowly and gently, the sensation so wonderful that I felt I was dreaming an impossibly beautiful dream! I pressed my thumb around over her pubic mound and the few hairs sent sensual shocks through my trembling body. I had never before been aware that I had any such tendencies towards girls, but Jeanne's soft features and charm, her beautiful, young body, and the tenderness she bestowed, had me completely overcome.
Her hand was so small that all four of her fingers slid right into my vulva when she imitated my acts on her. She pressed her fingers together until almost her whole hand was inside me. She twisted her hand around until the friction on my sensitive inner lips made me cry out!
"I love you, Norma!" she responded to my verbal as well as physical orgasm, and she moved her head across my breasts, her soft cheeks against my nipples, her thumb rubbing my clit as her other fingers slid just under and into the juicy wetness of my crotch. "I can make you feel better than any of those men or boys you date. ..."
With that, she slightly repositioned herself and put her head in my lap. Her tongue began to flick out in all directions, entangling my pubic hairs, licking at my clit and her own finger. I continued to frig her with my right hand. With my left hand, I began to explore the damp crevice between her sweet, young buttocks.
Jeanne's pussy was wet, but not nearly so dripping as mine, so I pulled my left hand away and brought it down between my legs. Immediately, it was covered with my abundant secretions and her tongue began to lick over and between my fingers. I sighed at the subtle teasing sensations as she licked my sensitive fingers, covering them more and more with her own saliva as well as my juices. I turned my hand around so that her swiping tongue played all over the palm of my hand and the insides of her fingers.
My fingers covered my pussy like iron bars on a door or a window. She licked deeply between them, bringing up the stringy juices and spreading them on my hands and fingers until I tensed my pelvis and began to move it, then orgasmed very strongly.
Jeanne and I seemed to sense each others' needs and desires down to the smallest detail. When I took my hand away from my pussy and let her tongue go to work on my clit so beautifully, she moved her ass forward a little for easier access. I put my fingers in the crevice and felt up and down the entire length. Her asshole was so tiny and tight that I had to use my little finger to open it.
As her sicking and licking became more intense, I was able to push my index finger deep into her tight asshole, and was then frigging her from both front and back. In a few moments, she began to move her ass back and forth so that I needed only to keep my inserted fingers still and let them go in and out of her highly excited pussy and anus.
"I'm . . . I'm coming, Norma!" she cried out, then popped her lips back to my pussy and produced such a strong suction that I began to come again too.
I did not lay back exhausted. Jeanne did not cease her mood of passion either. Her hands roamed my full thighs and up to my belly and breasts. I did not want to lose contact with her, and took my hand from her pussy and played it up the side of her body until it was right in her damp armpit. There were a few bristles there, as if she had shaved a week or two before.
"Oh, Norma ... I love you," she whispered, and I rubbed the moistness in her armpit around and around, my head swimming with the mental pleasures (as well as the tactile) of our differently sexual pleasure-trip. "Will you come to bed with me, Norma?"
"Jeanne . . . my precious Jeanne," I panted, moving her body down and licking up to her armpit. "When . . . will ... do you know how late your parents will be out? It's almost midnight....."
"They're visiting the Mortons," she told me, moving away from our embrace. "It's their last time together too. They . . . they have sex with each other . . ."
"What?" I asked with shocked naivete.
"They wife-swap," she told me with a sophistication so far beyond her years. "I've spied on them when the Mortons come over here and they think I'm asleep. Daddy fucks Mrs. Morton . . . and Mr. Morton fucks Mother. They like to do it in the same room . . . and watch each other. And Mrs. Morton likes Mother too. She sucks her pussy while Daddy and Mr. Morton masturbate each other and watch. They 69! Come on, Norma . . . please!
I want to 69 with you! They won't be home for two or three more hours....."
I needed no further persuasion. She, the 14 year old nymphet, took the hand of her 19 year old babysitter (me), and we both walked up the steps to her lovely bedroom. Jeanne's parents were, very wealthy compared to mine, and I always enjoyed putting her to bed. But that night, we were lovers. The relationship was so completely different, so bizarre, in a way. She was the aggressor, the seductress. I was the easily seduced partner.
The covers on her bed were turned back, and I reached down to pull them farther away from the bottom sheet. But her hands beat me to it. She whipped the upper sheet and covers away, and then grabbed me by my waist and almost threw me down on the bed on my back. She stood there for A moment, looking down at my sprawled, open-legged, naked body, and then she moved on top of me like man, mashing our breasts together, grinding her pussy into mine until our clits were touching, kissing me and whispering to me in hot pants, the more basic words of sex.
"I want to lick your body all over ... to fuck you, suck your pussy, Norma!" she told me, blowing the words in my ear until my flesh crawled with raw desire! "Don't think I'm so sweet and innocent, Norma! Do you remember how I persuaded you, seduced you into giving me baths when I was 12? I wanted more from you then . . . wanted to spread your legs and put my tongue in your cunt! I wanted you to lick my titties and kiss me all over! I wanted you to tell me what older boys and men did with you. I had to wait so long for you, Norma . . . but tonight, I get my reward. I want to suck your cunt. I want us to 69 and I want to drink the milk from your pussy....."
I had a small orgasm as she continued to jab her pussy mount into mine, but I wanted more and I was at the end of being able to hold out any longer. I licked her nose, her cheeks, sucked her ear lobes, put the tip of my tongue up the nostrils of her nose. I kissed and licked down her neck, then held her suspended so that the beautifully nymphet breasts hung above my mouth and I took turns kissing, licking and sucking the small, hard nipples, then with suction, pulled the entire breast into my mouth.
The first comparative sensation that I experienced was that of sucking a cock. To be sure, her lemon-sized breasts were not as hard as a big cock, but the firmness reminded me of the time I sucked off the man at the beach with the mink glove. After his huge cock had unloaded in my mouth and I swallowed its life-giving flow, he told me to keep sucking. His penis never went completely limp, and it felt much like Jeanne's breasts some of the time. It filled my hungry, hot mouth so deliriously. But I could never compare a man's cock with the wonder and beauty of a nymphet teenage girl's tit.
As I went on sucking, Jeanne began to turn her body around on top of me until I finally had to release the breast. And not a moment too soon. She scrambled down to bury her head between my upper thighs with more eagerness than I have ever seen demonstrated by a male or female since. Her little fingers pulled my fully developed cunt lips apart. Her tongue was lapping and licking along the meaty, red, inner lips with great skill. I had certainly never experienced such technique and anxiousness from a boy or man!
Again, as with her sucking of my breasts, I was so very thrilled by the softness, the almost baby softness of her face. Her cheeks smoothed against my inner thighs and sent a separate set of erotic thrills through my excited body! And her little chin rubbed against my hairy sex mound and squeezed and pressed sexily against the soft Venus hump as her tongue flicked teasingly at the hard flesh of my supersensitive clit.
"Jeanne! Jeanne! That's it!" I cried out, bringing up my legs so that I could make my thighs move closer and more stimulatingly against her soft face. "You can keep it up, Jeanne. Oh, Jeanne ... if you keep it up like that ... I'll .. . oh! I'll never stop coming!"
Finally, I helped to pull her own legs around so that her cunt was right above my face. How different, I thought, but how much more sexy to suck the cunt of a girl so young, so precious, so wanton! She kept her pelvis slightly lifted as if she knew I wanted to look and inspect the beauty of her sexual area, to see each lovely morsel of her hair and flesh that I was going to suck and lick.
The view itself, combined with her licking me and my raising and lowering of my legs against each side of her face, could have brought me orgasm after orgasm. But I deliberately tried to turn myself off, or, at least, down! Looking up at her, with the soft light from one table lamp illuminating her whole bedroom, the light and sparse hairs of her nymphet, virgin pussy, were not at all noticeable. The very lips themselves were not fully formed yet, and I recalled when mine were like that, when my pussy was more of a "slit" or a "crack" instead of a full-lipped "gash".
I brought my arms around her thighs and buttocks, noticing the very subtle sway of her hips, the proof that she was a genuine creature of sexual delight and passion. I traced patterns down the backs of her chubby, young thighs and felt the firm flesh tense with excitement. I synchronised the movements of my inner thighs against her cheeks with the tracings of my fingers on the hot thigh flesh, and I could feel the probably unconscious response of her whole body to the subtle and not so subtle attention she was receiving at both ends.
I had only licked up into her young pussy once or twice, and each time, she tried to bring her pelvis down so that I would continue. But I preferred to look at the luscious young girl genitals and work up to my fluid, oral contact that I knew would bring her to more than one orgasm (judging by her sexual response otherwise).
My fingers traced from behind her knees (which always made her body shudder a little) and then buried themselves in the undercrease of each buttock. The feel of her yielding yet firm flesh was such a wonderful experience in itself. The forbidden nature of our relation made it all the more thrilling. Jeanne was a 14 year old, blonde, baby-doll, and I was a 19 year old, fully developed young woman with some (but not much) sexual experience behind me.
I pulled her lower body closer, at the same time, pulling the cheeks of her ass apart and probing between them with my sensitive fingers. Her young cunt was closed when it first came into contact with my moist lips, and I extended my tongue, letting the tip of it open her nymphet slit by penetrating very gently and then moving from side to side up and down the length.
The process was deliberately slow and teasing. I wanted the aggressively seductive little "Lesbian Lolita" to be mad for it before I let my tongue finally touch the pea-head clit. I made noises as I slid my tongue zig-zag up and down her slit-"La-la-la-la, lup-la, lup-la!" And then my sounds would become garbled when a small bit of her liquid secretions would fall on my tongue!
I swallowed the secretions and made a very futile attempt to compare the taste with that of the male ejaculation that I had swallowed. There was a more self-satisfying flavor, and odor and taste that seemed to immediately digest and become a part of me.
"Mm-mmm . . . mph!" Jeanne groaned with great feeling as she licked way into my cunt, then moved her head to say, "Please, Norma . . . eat it! Make me come!"
But I avoided her clitoris again and put my lips to her slit and sucked and sucked and sucked. Jeanne's juices were sparse, as would be expected from a 14 year old girl, but the taste was so wonder-full I pulled the cheeks of her firm, young ass farther apart. I could see the entire length of the crease, but the light was so dim and otherwise directed, that I could not for certain make out each detail. I could not clearly see her asshole!
I put my right index finger in the slippery crease and worked it up and down. I pretended to do nothing more than tease, but with each sweep I defined her tight little asshole and knew where I should plunge my finger when the right time came. Jeanne was in throes of ecstasy, which made me feel so very good. She responded so beautifully to my every touch and twitch.
"Norma . . . Norma," she called out to me softly, taking her wonderful mouth away from my suffering pussy, "can you . . . will you . . . will you . . . lick my asshole?"
There was an element of shock in her sudden, blatant request. But it didn't phase me. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world for me to extend my licking and sucking back to her little asshole. I drew her cheeks farther apart and let my hungry tongue slide across the small expanse of flesh until the tip of it dipped into her anus.
I made noises and groans and sighs as the tip of my tongue finally found the little hole and then plunged inside. I had to use a great deal of pressure to penetrate the nymphet brownie, but the taste and odor between her upper thighs was so desirable that I didn't care. I licked in a long sweep letting my tongue go through the length of her wet pussy and to the outer extremes of her ass crease.
Finally, I found the ideal time! My tongue dipped into her asshole and I began to ravenously force it in and out! I loved what I was doing! I had orgasms! And Jeanne was in such a sexual fit that her garbled words were incoherent as she tried to tell me how good and sexy I made her feel.
But the most important moment came when we were licking each other's clits to a violent, powerful, immensely strong climax! Our orgasms erupted at the same moment that the room became suddenly brighter! Jeanne's parents were coming home, and the lights from their car had illuminated the room!
Quickly, after our last, wonderful orgasms, I pulled Jeanne with me to the living room and we got back into our clothes as fast as possible. We had made it! I heard the key in the front door at almost the moment we were dressed and Jeanne embraced me more tightly than ever before!
"Don't . . . don't ever forget that I love you, Norma," she almost cried desperately in my ear, her hands forced under my skirt and massaging my buttocks as if they felt better than anything else in the world. "Promise me, Norma! Don't forget me! I love you! I will always love you! No matter what happens or where I go ... or you go ... I will always love you ... no matter what!"
THE dream faded like the "dissolve" to another scene on a TV show. I was sprawled across the big bed in my own bedroom, and I was 29 years old again. My right hand was between my upper thighs and I was very wet. I pushed the hair back from my forehead and blinked my eyes. The clock on the night table indicated it was about ten minutes before five.
And then everything came back to me. I pushed myself up on my elbow and realized I was smiling. I was relaxed and contented. I knew the guilt-feelings would come eventually. I suspected that they might be stronger than ever since the dream had brought me the realization of the experience I had tried to forget so strongly over the years. Yet, I rationalized, it was not my fault that Jeanne was obviously a Lesbian and living a female homosexual life-style. I had been several years older those years in Houston, but it was she who seduced me. I had not been the one to make her a Lesbian.
In fact, as all the details began to organize themselves in my befuddled brain, it was Jeanne who had brought out whatever potential I had for Lesbian desire. I had been fighting the possibility all the years since that night. But I knew enough about psychology to realize I did not have to be a 100% Lesbian to enjoy sex with another female. I could be bisexual, or maybe have a desire for sex with another female on rare occasions and only with certain girls.
My fear of the homosexual "taboo" was what had screwed me up, made me so self-conscious, filled with guilt, unable to organize myself, and wind up as a chronic masturbator. But realizing all that did not by any means cause me to change immediately. I would still be much the same as before, but I had the desire to experiment. The revelation promised me a new challenge and, perhaps, new pleasures and excitement. I would have to be careful, but at last I had something to look forward to outside of being an old man's sexual plaything and target of his children's snide remarks and other forms of hate-filled sarcasm.
I grabbed the letter from Jeanne and quickly reread it. She was to have arrived at JFK that very morning! She should be in New York this very moment! I jumped off the bed and walked around to the telephone table. I pulled out the Manhattan phone book and my fingers nervously flipped through in an attempt to find the listing for Denyse DeFontayne, the fashion photographer Jeanne told me she would be staying with. I was trembling all over and gave up the phone book, calling Information for the number and scribbling it down shakily on the scratchpad by the phone.
I started to dial the numbers. My palms were perspiring so that the phone almost dropped from my hands. I hung it up. I looked at the clock-five minutes before five. If I hurried, I could make the call before Ken arrived, but I had to have a large shot of Scotch first, which I did.
It took me three times before I could dial the number correctly through the area code's three digits and the seven digits of the number itself. My heart was pumping so hard that I could feel it thump! I heard the phone at the other end of the line ring once . . . twice . . . three times. My mood sank. I was sure there would be no answer and was about to hang up.
"Denyse DeFontayne speaking," a very husky and interesting (yet un-feminine) voice finally replied.
"Miss . . . DeFontayne," I said with a little hesitation and uncertainty in my voice. "My name is Norma Hathaway. An old friend of mine, Jeanne Love, wrote me that I could reach her at your number today."
"Is it Mrs. Hathaway?" the voice demanded in an unfriendly manner.
"Yes . . . Mrs. Hathaway," I replied with the same emphasis.
"Yes ... I believe Jeanne did mention something about you to me," the woman responded, then asked, "You live out in Westchester, don't you?"
"Yes, I do!" I said, acting a little unfriendly myself. "But is Jeanne there? May I speak to her, please?"
"I'll ask her if she wants to talk to you, Mrs. Hathaway . . . just a moment, please," the woman said with glacial iciness in her domineering voice.
I heard the sound of the receiver being set down on a solid surface. My blood was boiling! Who did that woman think I was? Did she think I was trying to take her lover away from her? Yes, I realized with a smile, she probably did. If Jeanne had told her about our relationship that night, or even suggested that I was once the object of her "sex" desires, a wealthy and successful fashion photographer like Denyse DeFontayne (if what Ken had told me was true), would be very jealous if an old lover of her present femme invaded the scene.
"I don't care, Denyse!" I heard a lilting and feminine voice say far in the background. "If you're going to have your . . . your nigger girlfriend over to spend the night . . . you must not think much of me!"
"Don't be childish and old fashioned, Jeanne," Denyse's voice barely came through, its tone mellow and low. "Laura Lee Lee Lenox is the highest paid and most beautiful black fashion model in New York. I thought you people in Texas had overcome the old prejudices ... at least, someone like you!"
"I haven't seen Norma in over ten years, Denyse!" Jeanne's protest was barely audible, but I strained to catch every word. "She's been married nearly that long. I want to be with her alone ... so I can at I least find out if she accepts me or not. How can I do that if you and Laura Lee get high and start kissing and . . . and everything?" "Look, Jeanne!" the stern and more virile voice ! came through more clearly, "Norma Hathaway's husband is 68 years old! I know all about him. I did a little more checking after you told me about your former baby-sitter! That woman is probably as hungry [ for your cunt as I am! But . . . oh, shit on you . . . you beautiful young creature. Go ahead . . . talk to your childhood sweetheart....."
"Hello! Norma?" the young, lilting voice came at me clearly and directly after I heard the little scraping noise of the phone being picked up. "Norma, is it really you? You . . . did get my letter and call me, didn't you?" "Yes, Jeanne. It's so wonderful to hear your voice after ten years," I responded with enthusiasm, trying to block out the conversation I had overheard. "I can't wait to see you. We're having an early supper to-night, and I can drive to Pleasantville or White Plains and grab a train into Manhattan. It may be late-9:30 or so-but why don't we meet for a drink somewhere, and then I can stay in our Manhattan apartment tonight. We keep it for convenience, and no one else in the family's using it tonight."
"What . . . what restaurant or bar should I meet you at?" Jeanne asked with youthful excitement. "I don't know my way around New York yet. . .
When she stopped in mid-sentence, I heard the husky voice whispering, but I could not detect the words. There was obvious objections from Jeanne, but when she came back to talk to me, I knew that Denyse had won.
"Norma . . . Denyse is so very anxious to meet you too," she began hesitantly. "And Laura Lee Lenox is dropping by too. You must have heard of her. She's the most glamorous Negro fashion model in America. Can't you come by here for a couple of drinks first?"
"Of course, Jeanne," I readily agreed, the word 'first' appealing to me with much promise. "I can be catch a cab to your place and still make it by 9:30 ... I guess. I hadn't even thought to ask you where Denyse lives."
"I'm in the East Sixties, dear," the slightly harsh voice of the fashion photographer cut right in, as if she deliberately wanted me to know she was listening in on an extension phone. "The Lexington Avenue Subway should be quicker than a cab. The stop is only half a block from my place. We're not so used to hopping cabs everywhere . . . like those of you in Westchester....."
I gritted my teeth and ignored her remark, then jotted down the address on the note paper on which I had written the phone number. I certainly hoped that Denyse would let Jeanne go out with me alone, what with her overly posessive manner and cutting remarks to me, whom she considered a possible threat to her hold over the girl.
"What's the apartment number?" I asked, after writing down the address and which subway stop to get off.
"I do not live in an apartment house, Mrs. Hathaway!" she blared back at me haughtily. "It's one of the better and remodeled three and a half story brown-stones. My studios and offices are on the first two floors. The rest of the house is where I live!"
"Oh, it's just gorgeous here, Norma!" Jeanne came on excitedly, ignoring or not caring about Denyse's domineering possessiveness. "I bet Denyse spent fifty thousand dollars just having this upper floor and a half remodeled and decorated. Why . . . the carpet's so thick and soft and sexy ... I can have an orgasm just walking around barefooted and. . . ."
While Jeanne had been talking those very few seconds, I heard Denyse hang up the extension phone, Obviously, she dashed to the room where Jeanne was and shut her up with a loud "smack" to her face, because when Jeanne was stopped in mid-sentence, there was the appropriate sound and then Jean cried out.
"Denyse. . . . why . . . ? was all I could hear from her.
"Go take a shower and sober up, you little Texas tramp!" the gruff, dyke voice of the 41 year old woman lashed at her, and after much falling and shuffling sounds of the telephone being dropped and picked up, Denyse's voice spoke to me again, much softer and even seductively. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Hath- away. Jeanne is such a child. She's only 23, and I've had her out sightseeing all afternoon after her flight from Dallas. The drinks we had . . . and the half bottle of Harper's she managed to liquidate since we've been back. . . . ."
"Is she really that drunk?" I asked.
"Not drunk, really, Mrs. Hathaway," Denyse said soothingly. "The thrill of being in New York . . . becoming a top model for me . . . it's the dream of every little model from Dallas to Atlanta, to Chicago ... all of them. The excitement is terrific! Models are like actors, performers. They're highly strung. But Jeanne's a good girl, Mrs. Hathaway. I can hear the shower running now. I'm going to have my little Cuban maid fix us a good supper, and your old and dear friend Jeanne will be sober and lovable when you arrive."
"That's . . . very nice of you," I replied in a straight and unemotional voice. "Tell Jeanne that I look forward to seeing her there at about 9:30!"
"I hope you look forward to seeing me too," she responded brashly, adding, "I don't mean to be conceited or vain, Mrs. Hathaway, but I'm sure you keep up with haute couture and have seen my pictures. I keep up with New York's 400 because it's part of my business. Naturally, I know of your husband. I knew his first wife rather well . . . but she was a much older woman."
"I'll see you about nine-thirty . . . good-bye, Miss DeFontayne," I said, pausing before I added, "Or should we both be informal? My name is Norma!"
"Wonderful, darling!" she retorted with an exciting lilt to her husky, deep voice. "And you must call me Denyse. Goodbye until nine-thirty....."
"Goodbye, Denyse," I said, feeling very much in control of the situation, knowing I was desired, was capable of making people jealous.
It was a new and exciting experience. I knew that I was about to embark upon an adventure, a challenge. For the first time in years, I felt so alive and living! But then I fell back again! After Denyse had hung up the phone, I heard another click, another phone hang up. Jeanne was taking a bath. The other phone was an extension in my own house!
CHAPTER THREE
My 33 year old stepdaughter, Cissy, had been at the Country Club for a tennis match when I had returned from the cocktail party. But I looked out the back window of the bedroom and saw her Ferrari in the parking area. The big car was not there yet, so that meant Ken and Kenneth had not arrived. However, Cissy was somewhere in the house! I dressed in a mini-sheath quickly and started down the stairs to fix myself some coffee. I wanted to sober up very much, so that I could present the situation very logically to Kenneth.
"Hi! Hi, Norma!" Cissy's voice greeted me as I passed by the den. "Does Father know you're going out with one of your old girlfriends tonight? You know how he feels about . . . well, intimate associations between those of the same sex. . . ."
"Oh, goddam you, Cissy!" I screamed at the complacent divorcee who was my stepdaughter. "Jeanne is a very dear and old friend of mine from Texas. I haven't seen her in almost ten years. Do you . . . have to be so nosy . . . suspicious?"
"Of course not, Norma . . . my dear stepmother!" she growled at me, her shiny teeth showing. "But I know about Denyse DeFontayne and her type, Mother. Miss DeFontayne is one of the biggest, most influential dykes in New York! If your friend is staying with her . . . working for her . . . she must be a great Lesbian doll!"
"Cissy ... I don't know what you're talking about!" I lied, then became very relieved as I heard Kenneth and Ken come in the front door. "Oh, darling, it's so good to see you home again. I hope. . . ."
"It must be two hundred degrees in this goddam weather!" Kenneth growled in his gravel voice, facing me with his sparse and unkempt graying hair blown all around. "I'll see you upstairs after I shower, my dear."
Kenneth labored up the big, spiral stairway in the living room, and I was left alone at the doorway to the den with Cissy and Ken. Ken looked at the cynical smile on his sister's lips, then at me. Ken is a slim, lithe, young-appearing man of 36, with blonde hair and a pretty face, all adding up to a slightly effete picture. But I knew only too well that he was anything but gay.
"What's up, Sis?" he asked, walking into the den and brushing his swollen trouser leg across the front of my robe and trying to help himself to a feel of my breasts. "You've got that look in your eye!"
"Nothing, really," she said with a shrug, shaking her long brown hair around and out of her face. "At least, Norma says it's nothing. It seems an old girlfriend of hers from Texas, a lovable 23 year old blonde, has come to work as a model for Denyse DeFontayne. The girl's living with the famous dyke! And our precious stepmother is going over there to visit her tonight."
"Uh-huh!" Ken exclaimed after a long, low whistle as he looked me up and down and licked his lips. "You'll be eating out then ... no need to have supper here. Ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha......"
"Keep your voice down, Ken!" Cissy rapped at him with a sneer. "Although we should tell Father where she's going, I don't want him so upset."
"I wonder if Ken knows about the long, relaxing baths and massages Lisette gives you, Cissy?" I said, trying to fight back. No wonder you wanted to hire her. She's very sexy . . . isn't she?"
"That goddam little French slut!" Cissy cursed softly, but her bitterness ruined the pretty face and accented her spontaneous outburst. "What did she tell you? Out with it, Norma!"
"Nothing at all," I lied, not wanting to get Lisette in trouble. "I was ... just passing your room one day and thought I heard you crying. I peeped in and you were in the bathroom . . . Lisette was bathing you ... in her bra and panties. I think she had just started. . . ."
"What an evil mind you have!" Cissy cut in, leaning forward over the desk so that her big, braless breasts beneath the revealing jersey blouse lay on the green blotter. "Lisette is my body-servant. I've always had my maids bathe me. My husbands never complained."
She fixed me with a stare, but she had given herself away by the previous outburst. I had scared her sufficiently, so I decided to let the matter go for the time being. The way Ken looked from Cissy to me hinted that there might even be more to the relationship than I had imagined. Perhaps he too was involved with Lisette and ... his own sister!
I turned around and went upstairs without saying anything else. Instead of being afraid of what they might tell Ken, I was filled with a new feeling of confidence. Perhaps, I thought, Cissy might be only pretending to feel angry because I was going to see an old girlfriend at Denyse DeFontayne's. Could it be that she was jealous?; "Ah, just in time, my dear!" Kenneth said when I came in the bedroom and closed the door, and he was coming out of the bathroom nude. "Ah, what a nice feeling to let the air conditioning roll over a freshly bathed body on a day like this. Glad this is the early-off day for me."
He had not completely dried off and tossed a big Turkish towel across the bed before lying down on his back and spreading his thin, veined legs. Kenneth was not a good-looking man, and I doubted that he ever had been. However, even at 68, he was not repulsive either. The hair on his body was gray, except for the salt and pepper effect of his large growth of pubic hair.
I smiled, stripped and walked around the bed naked, a ritual that he expected of me when he came home and bathed and lay there with his legs open. He smiled and reached down to play with the small, impotent morsel of a cock that was almost buried in his pubic hairs. I smoothed my hands seductively up the sides of my body, then cupped my breasts and handled them very suggestively.
"Darling, I hope you don't mind if I go out to- night," I said, not wanting to bring the subject up at the dinner table. "And old girlfriend of mine from Houston called me today. She just arrived and wants me to meet her for a drink or two at her hotel tonight. . . ."
"Of course, I don't mind, Norma," he told me, raising his legs and moving his slim ass around on the bed. "Do you want me to have Jim drive you down?"
"It's so foolish to drive all the way in to Manhattan," I said, thumbing my nipples until they became redder and swollen. "And I won't be going until late. Maybe Jim or Ken could give me a drive to Pleasantville or White Plains to catch a train . . or I could get a cab."
"Whatever . . . you like, my dear," Kenneth told me with a wave of his hand. "Good for you to get out with young people every now and then. Wear the new outfit I gave you for your birthday. That'll make all the men drool . . . ha! And you're all mine] They can look but not touch. May take you a little longer to get dressed . . . but you can make it. We'll be eating in another half hour. Now, my dear....."
I faced him and placed my fingers in my pussy, letting them go in and out slowly so that he could hear the wetness and see the gleaming juices on my fingers. As he watched, Kenneth played vigorously and unceasingly with his little cock. He groaned and grunted and told me how sexy I was.
"Open the beautiful cunt, my dear . . . beautiful young cunt ... all mine!" he panted, his eyes growing grotesquely large. "Pull out the meat . . . the inside lips. Ah....."
I held my outside lips stretched to either side, then kept pulling at the inside lips that were so extra sensitive. They were very slippery too, and I had to keep grabbing at them between my fingers and pulling. I moved right up to the edge of the bed and Kenneth propped his head up on an elbow. My cunt was about one foot away from his face.
It was a tedious process on those occasions when I was heavily secreting as I was that night. But eventually, the lips hung out red and meaty and juicy. Kenneth moved his head forward and licked the distended inner lips and kissed and sucked on them, gulping down whatever secretions I could manage for him. His little penis would get longer as he sucked, but never hard.
After I cried out with my third orgasm, he stopped and lay back down, partially exhausted and ready to watch me some more. I turned around slowly until my ass was faced in his direction. I reached back and ran my hands and fingers over my buttocks and the tops of my thighs, swaying from side to side as I did so.
"Let's see it, Norma . . . let's see it . . ." he panted at me, and I moved closer to him and pulled my buttocks apart. "Ah . . . there it is! My very own asshole! The most beautiful asshole in the world! All mine. Ha-ha . . . how many young men would love to be able to see you like that, Norma? Those full, firm thighs! Beautiful ass! Tits like a dignified stripper! Ah!"
I cringed only slightly a second before he began to spank my buttocks, hitting each one with his open hand, then punching them brutally with his fists. I lay beside him on the bed so the job was made easier for him. And after he tired of that, I rolled over so that he could slap my breasts back and forth incessantly until my flesh was sore and red.
"Beautiful things . . . beautiful things," he sighed, drooling on my belly. "All right . . . let's finish it!"
The routine was always the same, but much longer and drawn out on occasions. I knew, of course, exactly what to do next. I got up and stood beside the bed again, my ass toward him. I pulled the cheeks apart and hummed in a very sensual way as I swayed from side to side. After a minute, I began to cringe, but tried not to let him know it. After the first minute, it was always like that. I never knew when it would happen. He might watch my ass go from side to side for five more minutes, then more. But not that time.
"Stop!" he yelled at me.
I gripped my legs tightly and kept them spread enough so that my asshole was exposed. "A-ah! O-oh!" I screamed as he jabbed the two fingers hard and deep into my barely moist anus, his fingernails digging tortuously at my tender flesh. "Is . . is it bleeding? Is it, Kenneth. . . .?
"Ha . . . just one little nick," he said with a disappointed sound to his voice. "Won't even need any medication or a band aid. Ha . . . remember the time when both fingernails kept you bloody for a week? Ha-hoo! All right! Quick now . . . finish. . .." I turned around and flopped beside him on the bed. I pressed my wide open mouth over the limp, slim cock and began to suck with great force. It never took long because he had been playing with himself so much all the time I was exciting him so. When he came, he only moaned softly, exhaustedly, and I sucked out the small load from his aging balls and then moved up by his face, opened my mouth to show him I had swallowed it all. That was the pre-dinner session.
At 9:40 that night, I was making my way along a dark street in the 60's just off Lexington Avenue. There were many tall and modern apartment buildings in the area, but a lot of the old brownstones had been remodeled quite attractively, many of them made into three or four apartments, one on each floor. There was no doubt when I came to Denyse's building.
The stonework had been painted or daubed a solid black, and there was much gold trim around the windows and doors. The name "Denyse DeFontayne" was in gold across the entire width of the building between the first and second floors. I walked up the few steps and pressed the button designated "Residence".
"Yes? Who is it?" the unmistakable voice of Denyse DeFontayne crackled through a small, grill-covered intercom by the button.
"It's Norma Hathaway," I answered, aiming my voice at the built-in device. "Sorry I'm a few minutes late."
"Oh, yes ... Jeanne's friend," she said with a touch of disappointment in her voice. "I'll buzz the door, and then you walk right up the two flights of steps. Sorry, there's no elevator service. . . ."
The crackling noise shut off and the door buzzer sounded. I quickly grabbed the knob and pushed forward. The door opened into a hallway leading by an entrance marked "Office". The stairs were at the end of the hallway, and on the next floor, I walked past an entrance marked "Studio" and up one more flight located near the front of the building. Once up that flight, I found myself standing in a very dimly lit outer foyer. The decorative door I faced was marked "Private".
I was about to knock when my pack of cigarettes dropped from my purse and I squatted to pick them up. I was still in that position when the doorway in front of me suddenly opened. All I could see at that moment was what appeared to be the flared bottoms of a pair slacks and a pair of black pumps. My eyes followed the legs upward until I could tell that outfit was a mod and daring jumpsuit of fine-ribbed knit in a real kicky purple.
The top parts of the legs were fitted to show the long contours of full thighs. But the woman's front was nude from well below her belly-button to the underside of her large, bulging breasts, where the top of the outfit was tied together like a halter. The suit joined at each side of her body so that it covered her back, and the sleeves were long and tight.
I gradually stood up, but even then, I was still looking up into the strikingly majestic face of Denyse DeFontayne. She certainly appeared no more than 35, and was at least five-foot-eight. (I learned later that her measurements were 38D-28-39 and she weighed 138 pounds).
The woman said nothing at first, but fixed me with an unforgettable stare. In spite of her great beauty, her eyes appeared almost demoniac. The lashes and brows were painted in sharp upsweeps of black that matched the jet of her long, flowing hair. Her lips were full and covered with a brilliantly red color that curved upward at each edge, in line with the eyes. Her face was classic in its ivory whiteness and the hint of cheekbone forming a very slight hollow in the flesh on either side.
"I ... I had just dropped my cigarettes," I said very nervously, feeling self-conscious and almost afraid of the strange sort of 'power' and raw sexuality that exuded from the still silent woman. "You . . . must be Denyse. . . ."
"And you must be Norma Hathaway," she came back in an almost mocking tone, as if to make fun of my clumsiness. "Come on in, Norma. I won't bite. . . ."
Denyse ushered me through a small foyer that stepped down about two or three feet into a huge, sunken living room. There was a very large and real fireplace at one end of the plushy carpeted area. The furniture was contemporary to modern-two couches, coffee table, end tables, well-filled bookcases built in the walls. There was a fully stocked bar at one end and a table and chairs in front of it, as well as six bar stools. The walls were white cowhide from roof to about the four foot level, then a dark, glazed mahogany to the moulding by the floor.
"How beautiful!" I exclaimed as I stepped down into the room and began to take it all in. "I've never seen anything so ... so individualistic, different and in such wonderful taste."
"I designed the living quarters and studio myself," she told me right away, not boastful, but as if it should be expected of her. "And the best interior contractor in the state built it . . . for nothing."
"For nothing?" I repeated, adding, "Oh ... he must be a close friend of yours."
"Oh, I paid for the material and for the carpenters, plumbers, and all the other little men who do whatever it is their union tells them they can do," she explained, then went on in a very natural manner to say, "Of course, the contractor kept thinking he was going to get to fuck me up until the day the work was completed. Even if I had let him, I would have been the highest priced cunt he had ever paid for. He usually gets about twenty thousand for himself on a job like this."
"Clever of you," I said, feeling a little easier and returning her smile as we walked toward a big, L-shaped and comfortable couch that set off the bar area from the rest of the room. "But . . . where's Jeanne? Did she get mad and go to bed because I was ten minutes late?"
"Hardly!" Denyse said with a throaty laugh, putting a cigarette in her long filter and lighting it as she plopped down on the couch. "You seem to be her ideal and I gather you're the first female she ever had a serious affair with. No, she had her makeup on all wrong. I'm going to have to work with her on that. I sent her back to change it. Oh . . . would you like a drink, Norma?"
"Yes, I would," I told her very honestly and with a feeling of relief. "Straight Scotch on the rocks, if you don't mind."
"Juanita!" Denyse called out, amplifying her dominance with every gesture and word. "Juanita! Come fix me a fresh drink and a double Scotch on the rocks for my guest . . . muy pronto!"
"Si! Si! Senorita Denyse," came the Spanish voice from a door that seemed to go to the kitchen or dining room. "I was only too ready to come serve of you, but I did not want to be unwelcome."
"Oh, God, -Juanita!" Denyse complained as the pert and sexy young Cuban girl came in the room and bowed to us. "Your English is better than that! I've certainly taught you how to eat pussy deliciously in the last four years. Why can't you speak better English?"
"I am sorry, Senorita Denyse," the 18 year old said with a pout as she quickly went to work behind the bar. "I must look at more television....."
Juanita, Denyse explained, had been adopted by her when the girl was only fourteen. She was obviously the fashion photographer's sexual plaything and all around servant. The Cuban girl was dressed in a mini maid's uniform that made Lisette's look like attire for a nun! The black and white nylon outfit had a V-neck that exposed half her bulging young breasts. The mini was so short that it required pantyhose, but apparently Denyse insisted that the girl wear long nylons and a garter belt. The naked tops of her thighs were always exposed as she leaned over, sat down, or walked in a way that the mini swayed with her own ass movements. She was a doll!
As she walked over to serve us our drinks, I judged that Juanita was no more than four-feet-eleven and probably weighed about 99 pounds. Her measurements appeared to be close to 32-19-33. And while she was definitely the submissive femme, Juanita had been trained by Denyse to be quite open on subjects sexual.
"Do you want me to take off my clothes?" she asked Denyse with wild-eyed excitement. "I have on my red g-string and. . . ."
"Oh, you darling!" Denyse said with a wild laugh, grabbing the girl and pulling her down to the couch, kissing her and massaging her breasts through the uniform. "Mrs. Hathaway might be a preacher's wife for all you know. Mm-mmm . . . you feel good, lovey. No, it's all right. Norma understands us, I'm sure. But I don't think right now is the time for a strip. Oh ... do let her feel your tee-tees through the uniform. Maybe she'll want to see your cunt later."
The Cuban girl smiled at me with all the lust of a "dirty-old-man" and stood before me. I reached up to the top bulges in her uniform and massaged the two globes of flesh that were not held in by a bra. For her size, they were nicely large, and the first big sip of my Scotch had done wonders in relaxing me, taking away my initial tenseness and "fear" of Denyse.
I became so engrossed with the young girl's body that I pulled her pelvis towards me and nuzzled my face in her cunt, the uniform and lingerie between us. I squeezed her young ass very tightly and wished I could see her naked. But then Jeanne came in, and I broke away quickly.
"Normal Normal Norma!" she cried out ecstatically, like a schoolgirl, running to embrace me and dressed in a darling, flip-skirted, black mini with a provocative, plunge neck and empire waist (not too radically different from my own outfit). "Ten years, Norma . . . and you're just as beautiful and wonderful and pretty and . . . and just everything! I can't believe how you haven't changed a bit . . . the very same picture I've carried in my mind for ten years!"
"Mm-mmm, it's good to see you too, darling!" I said with deep feeling as we first embraced.
I wasn't going to worry about Denyse's jealousies at that moment. I took my darling, blonde Jeanne's tightly clothed, young body in my arms and brought her moist lips to mine. Her mouth was slightly open, and she immediately twisted her lips on mine and plunged her tongue deeply into my mouth. I was overcome with a combination of tender wonder (my youth suddenly restored and the word "love" having a meaning) and strong sexual desire.
While our lips and tongues fought a wonderful, boiling, liquid battle of tactile orality, our breasts yielded to the pressure of each others' as if playing a game. We both wore very light bras and I could look down the low necks of our outfits and watch the tops of the twin globes of flesh mashing into each other. My breasts were still very firm, but I was aware of their giving way to the smaller and younger "apples" that filled Jeanne's bra. Finally, I began to feel the saliva drool into my mouth from hers as I kept up a gentle suction while tonguing inside her breathy mouth. We sighed and moaned. I pressed my pelvis to hers until our Venus mounds discovered one another and rubbed together as intimately as our breasts! I was so hot that I wanted to pull her ass to me and feel the nakedness of it and her upper thighs, let my fingers force their way down the crease of her ass until they were moistened by the light hairs of the cunt I had missed for so very long, had suffered for in my foolish subconscious mind.
"God-dam!" I was aware of Denyse's throaty voice declaring with some degree of anger, yet not the bitterness I had previously detected. "If you two girls are going to flat-fuck because you're so turned on with each other after all these years, at least get up on the bar and do it, so we can have a show. Laura Lee should be here soon, and she does love to watch!"
"Oh . . . oh, I'm sorry, Denyse," I said breathlessly, still holding onto Jeanne around her waist as we broke our tight clutch. "I don't guess I'm being a very good guest carrying on this way before my famous hostess after just having met her."
"Oh, Norma, I could just eat you up!" Jeanne exclaimed, lightly licking my ear, neck and shoulder. "You do remember the last night you sat for me, don't you? You do remember what I said?"
"I've never forgotten it," I said softly, releasing her (only half-lying, as my subconscious had certainly not forgotten). "But ... I guess we should sit down and have our drinks . . . now."
"Juanita! Are you playing with your pussy back there?" Denyse belted loudly, unashamedly, at the petite Cuban girl, who was standing behind the bar and watching us with wide-eyed interest. "Just for that, you take off your panties or briefs ... or whatever's covering your Cuban cunt, and sit on the front of the bar so we can look at you!"
"Yes . . . yes, Miss DeFontayne," she sulked, her English markedly improved, which led me to believe that she had been trying to appeal to me exotically before. "You want me to sit with my pussy open to see all?"
"Oh, you're so fucking vulgar, Juanita!" Denyse chided her incongruously, her tanned and naked midriff tensing as I had an urge to lick her navel but put it in the back of my mind for future thought. "Just sit up on the goddam bar and cross your legs. If you feel like showing off a little of that hairy, black cunt, then do it! Don't talk about it!"
Sheepishly, Juanita lowered her hands behind the bar and obviously removed her panties or briefs, then walked around to the front of the bar and worked her way on top by climbing the rungs of one of the center stools. As if in defiance of her "mistress", the shapely young Cuban girl hiked up the mini and placed one foot on a stool to the right, the other on a stool to her left. Denyse had certainly been right. Juanita had the blackest mass of pubic hair over her mound and cunt of any I had ever seen in the raw or in photos!
"Isn't she a darling?" Denyse asked rhetorically, rubbing her naked navel. "I've had her since she was 14 and I adore her still. Juanita! Fingerfuck yourself a little. Let my friends know you really have a cunt under all that black hair.
Obediently, the cute little Cuban girl licked her fingers, then put them into the mass of pubic hair, sinking them deeply. She began to frig them in and out until her wet cunt lips gradually became visible. I watched. We all watched. But Jeanne clung to me and ran her hand up to my pussy, sighing and whispering.
"Norma . . . it's been ten years of going to sleep every night . . . remembering that last time," she vowed. "I lived with the dream of seeing you for so long ... of loving you. . . ."
"Oh, darling . . ," I sighed, kissing her soft cheeks that I remembered so well. "Ten years is a long time. And you're Denyse's femme now . . . aren't you? Almost like you were married......"
"Not exactly," Jeanne whispered to me intimately, noticing that Denyse was preoccupied with watching Juanita. "Yes . . . we're lovers, I guess you could say. But it's very apparent she's not going to give up her other sexy girls entirely. She went down on Juanita just a while ago when I was trying to get my shower finished and be real fresh for you. She likes to watch me . . . and Juanita is a pig for sucking cunt! She can't get enough of it. And let me tell you about. . . ."
Jeanne stopped talking as soon as the door chimes rang and Juanita reached behind the bar to turn down the stereo. Denyse went to her little intercom device and determined that Laura Lee Lenox was at the front door. She buzzed the lock, then came back to face Jeanne and I.
"Norma ... I hope you're not 'old South' in your attitudes," she said to me, her hands on her hips and her seductive body swaying. "Laura Lee is a black girl. More . . . milk-chocolate really. She's the most sought after black model in New York . . . and I have her under contract. She is a sex machine!"
Just as Denyse was trying to describe the girl so graphically, the front door opened (I think Laura Lee had her own key) and the sexy, beautiful, brown model "slinked" down the steps and approached us. Laura Lee Lenox was 26 years old. Her coal-black hair was fashioned back into a tight bun (although she wore an Afro wig in much of her modeling). She was slim and tall, but very sexy in the hot pants sizzler of an outfit that was barely covered by a mini. The top dipped low to reveal much of her firm, brown, young breasts.
Her full, shapely thighs were made for a mini, and I imagined that she would never do for swim-wear modeling because of the fullness. In high fashion, the ultra-shapeliness could be covered slightly, and the finished product would be glamour! Her eyes were almost as demoniacally sexy as Denyse's. Her lips were full and parted as she looked from Jeanne to me. And then she proved that she was just as flippant and unashamedly outspoken as our dyke host.
"You pig!" she accused Denyse with a husky laugh. "Have you been eating both of these precious and delicious newcomers to Club Lesbos?"
"Don't let that overheated imagination run away with you, darling," Denyse replied, smiling at the black girl as if Jeanne and I were her latest conquests, which was only half true. "This is Jeanne Love, the nice blonde model I hired from Dallas. ..."
"Oh, I like that name-Love-and I like that blonde hair and white, white flesh," Laura Lee said with breathy feeling, licking her lips. "Opposites do attract. I could eat you with a spoon, little darling!"
"And this is an old friend of hers from Texas!" Denyse spoke very loudly and a bit angrily. "They haven't seen each other in ten years. The used to be teenage lovers. Her name is Norma Hathaway."
"Isn't that sweet?" Laura Lee responded, smacking her lips as she looked from me to Jeanne, and speaking seriously. "I won't knock young love, sweethearts. I wish I could find my first love from the days I lived in California. I was 16 and she was 30 . . . one of the most beautiful women I can remember . . . lived next door to us. Mother left me in her care when Father was killed in a car wreck in Oregon. I was very vulnerable for some loving, and I had hers for three years after that. Oh, did that woman have a tongue!"
"Juanita!" Denyse called out, surveying the room and all of us as if we were her private harem. "I've seen enough of your hot little cunt for a while. Get some drinks out here. You know what everyone wants!"
The Cuban girl eased herself off the bar, letting the mini uniform come way up over her rounded, tan ass. As she went behind the bar and busily got to work on the drinks. Jeanne and I sat down on one side of the big, L-shaped couch together, and Laura Lee eased herself down across from us, very close to Denyse. They kissed warmly but briefly, then held hands as if they were quite used to it. I grasped Jeanne's hand and clasped it. Both of our palms were slightly moist with perspiration.
"Jeanne's going to live here with me," Denyse broke the silence that was backgrounded by tinkling sounds of ice and the slight clank of bottles from behind the bar. "I think she's going to do very well in haute couture. She's such a perfect size for everything."
"For Club Lesbos too," Laura Lee said, her big eyes shining lecherously as her smooth body gave a shudder. "She looks like a schoolgirl with that mini and the black socks almost up to her knees. Hell, give her some books to carry and she can make some money on the side doing teens."
"She's under contract to me!" Denyse announced haughtily, pulling herself up and thrusting out her big breasts. "And Denyse DeFontayne does not do teen work!"
"Get off that shitty high-horse!" the black girl told Denyse with a throaty laugh. "When I was doing teen modeling in Brooklyn eight years ago, you had a little studio off Flatbush, and you'd have grabbed the opportunity to do work for the sleaziest mailorder house in the country ... if they'd have you."
"Thank you, Laura Lee," Denyse said, cleverly turning the girl's phrase to her temporary advantage. "You've saved me from bragging by letting Jeanne and Norma know that I came up in this business the hard way. I'm a self made woman and never had to ride on the coat tails of some goddam man!"
"Yeah, baby . . . you're self-made! Ha-ha!" Laura Lee bellowed in laughter, slapping a very disturbed Denyse's knee. "I remember the day you forgot to lock the toilet room door at that barn of a studio in Brooklyn . . . ha-ha! I walked in on you and you were frigging that pussy like it was out of sight!"
"You black bitch!" Denyse snarled, moving away from her and tossing back her long, black hair. "Juanita! Come over here, darling. Come to Mommy and pull that mini up to the top of your ass!"
"Yes, Miss!" the girl answered obediently as she set the fresh drinks in front of us on the large, square table. "You want to see puss-ee?"
"No, I want to see ass-ee!" Denyse said, mocking Juanita. "That's it. Stand right there in front of me and ... up goes the skirt . . . nude from the waist down. Isn't that the most delicious young ass you've ever seen Norma? Oh, I love it! Love to run my hands over the tender-teen-bottom! Juanita's lived with me four years now . . . has her own private bath just behind the kitchen. . . ."
From where Jeanne and I were sitting, we had a wonderful view of Juanita from front and back. My pussy began to itch and I was clasping Jeanne's hand very tightly as I watched the long, delicate fingers of the photographer roam the swells and valley of the girl's ass. Juanita was reacting with long sighs and just barely moving her derriere from side to side.
By leaning over toward Jeanne, I could see the tremendously thick growth of black, pubic hair at the juncture of her thighs. Juanita was such a small girl that she gave one the impression of a sweet yet wantonly, sex-posessed child! Her innocent look was so beguiling. However, to see her naked from the waist down and being fondled so excitingly by a woman of 41, made her sexual appeal extra strong, made her appear to be a true child of erotic love for women who had the capacity to appreciate the well-developed body that was small, only by comparison and in proportion.
"Oh, darling, I love you," Jeanne whispered in my ear and then licked my lobe and sucked it between her soft lips. "Isn't it beautiful to watch Denyse play with Juanita?"
"Yes, darling," I replied in a whisper, turning to look at the lovely young face a moment, to kiss the open lips. "Juanita's so young. Her ass is so smooth and shapely. I know her breasts must be darling. But not as darling as yours. ..."
My right arm was around Jeanne's neck, and as I was leaning across her body, she was almost hidden from the view of the others. I put my left hand down the front of her plunge neck and behind the thin bra until my fingers discovered two very hard little nipples. I went from one to the other, then began to concentrate on circularly rubbing the right one, which Jeanne seemed to like very much.
"Oh, Norma . . . Norma," she sighed breathlessly. "I want to be alone with you so much. I . . . , I like to orgy and ball with two or three girls or a group . . . but I want to be alone with you ... at least, for a little while. . . ."
"What is this Club Lesbos?" I asked, then put the tip of my tongue deep in her ear and squeezed the large, orange size breasts. "Does it meet regularly or what?"
"Denyse used to have it pretty well organized," Jeanne informed me, still talking in whispers as we occasionally glanced at Denyse's continuing dalliance with Juanita's young ass. "I don't think it's been meeting lately . . . but she told me in Dallas that she might start it up again. Laura Lee wants her to. They're both mostly butch, but they don't try to ham it up and smoke cigars and wear pants like men."
"And what are you, darling?" I asked quietly.
"That's right. I forgot," Jeanne responded first. "You haven't been living with the gay crowd like I have. Well, you know that a butch or dyke is usually more domineering, like the male in a relationship. I guess I'm pretty obviously a femme, but I can be ki-ki, depending on the girl. I can go either way."
"Does that make me a butch?" I asked with a frown.
"Oh, no, Norma," she assured me, her right hand rubbing my clothed belly down toward my pubes. "I'd never think of you as a butch. Most Lesbians are ki-ki, not stereotyped. I think we could love each other as a reflection of ourselves. We're both very feminine and a little narcissistic, sexy figures, pretty faces. I wish we could get away from here . . . and be alone."
"Do you think Denyse would object strongly if I tell her I want to take you out for a drink since we haven't seen each other in so long?" I asked, trying to think of other ways that might be successful too.
"Let's do it left-handedly," Jeanne suggested, exhibiting her cleverness and shrewdness, the same qualities that enabled her to seduce me when I was 18 or 19 and she was six years younger. "You invite all of us out for a drink, except Juanita. Denyse never wants to be seen with her because it might start more stories going around about their relationship. If my guess is right, she'll tell us to go ahead. From what Denyse has told me, Laura Lee has the hottest tongue in New York. She even calls it her 'prick'. And Laura Lee is hot tonight. If that doesn't work . . . well, something will tomorrow or the next day. But I hope it's tonight. We'll get a hotel room and. . . ."
"Our Manhattan apartment's not being used," I told her. "We can spend the night there . . . Oh, look!"
Laura Lee had untied the bow between her breasts and the top of her mini fell to each side. She unhooked her bra in front and the big, brown breasts fell out deliciously. They were so firm and sexy, the nipples so dark and different. I had never seen a Negro girl naked before, and I was highly excited. The other three seemed oblivious to Jeanne and me. They were too much turned on with each other.
"Come on, Senorita Sex!" Laura Lee said, cupping her breasts and holding them out. "Get that young Cuban ass over here and I'll give it a titty massage, just like I give Denyse. Come on! Now, girl!" "May I, Miss DeFontayne?" Juanita asked, looking around as she maintained her position, holding onto her ankles, her rear pushed out.
"Go right ahead, dear," Denyse said generously, releasing the girl's ass after kissing and licking in the crevice one more time. "And in return, Laura Lee can eat me, eat me, eat me! I'm in the mood for being eaten tonight, not for eating black pussy . . . ha!"
"You damn well better not be in the mood for eating this black pussy, Denyse," Laura Lee said and then laughed deep down in her throat as she grabbed Juanita's hips, now in front of her. "This black cunt is having its period, my pussy-eating friend. And I don't want everything to get all messy....." Denyse said nothing, but leaned back comfortably on the couch and smiled at her lewdly, then licked her lips and stared at her lap. Laura Lee began began to massage the hips of Juanita, who was then in position. The black girl rubbed her face all over the petite, rounded globes and I saw her red tongue flick out into the crevice.
"Hot ass! Hot ass!" she called out, getting more and more aroused, then licking all over her buttocks and letting her saliva drool on the surface as well as in between the trembling cheeks. "I'm gonna fuck that little Chicano asshole, baby, but I got to save my 'prick' for Denyse....."
Laura Lee put her arms around Juanita, probing through the black mass of hair with her fingers until she began to move them in and out of the young cunt. At the same time, she moved her body upward slightly so that her solid, firm breasts fit right on the globes of Juanita's buttocks and began to move them around together. Jeanne and I edged closer to them by getting up and going all the way around to the other side.
The big, brown breasts "squashed" into the pillows of Juanita's little ass, the dark nipples grinding away at the more resilient flesh. Laura Lee threw her head back in languor and sighed as she let her nipples just graze and tease the delightful buttocks of the Cuban girl.
"Okay, baby . . . okay!" Laura Lee called out breathlessly, open that asshole, baby . . . open up good!"
Spreading her legs slightly to get a better balance, Juanita let go of her ankles and moved her hands up until she had a good hold on each buttock. Jeanne and I squeezed each others' hands and traded quick, wet kisses as we watched the girl slowly pull her cheeks apart.
"Look! Oh, Norma, look at her asshole!" Jeanne whispered with great excitement.
"Yes . . . yes," I replied.
Instead of being small and very tightly puckered, the teenage girl's anus was almost completely relaxed. It was open! One might compare it with the difference between a young teenager's virgin cunt, and that of a 30 year old professional prostitute who receives hard cocks several times every day of the year. In fact, it looked a little bit like a small cunt! Instead of the rim having a cratered appearance it resembled a set of lips!
"Nice, isn't it?" Denyse said, leaning toward the two girls from her seat on the other side and smiling obscenely. "Her older brother used to fuck her ass all the time because he didn't want to get her pregnant. It's the most sensitive part of her body. On those rare occasions when I like to play around with a man, I let him fuck her ass and watch. I've also got a very large vibrator . . . penis shape . . . that I stick up there every one in a while. The child loves it! And what a groove, my dears, to suck her cunt when the big vibrator is buzzing up her tail. . . ."
As Denyse talked, Laura Lee leaned in our direction and held her right breast firmly in her right hand. She pointed the nipple toward the moist rear entrance of Juanita and pressed herself forward until the contact and penetration were made. The black buds on Laura Lee's breasts were very long and swollen when excited, and Juanita cried out in joy when she felt the nipple pushing into her juicy asshole.
"Ah! Oh! Woo! Miss Laura Lee!" she wailed in sheer sexual pleasure. "Yes, Miss. Oh, you are so nice . . . big titty in my asshole! Yah! Yah! Yah!"
As she was screaming incoherently, she was moving her cute buttocks rapidly up and down, which obviously had the effect of pushing Laura Lee's nipple in at the middle of each movement and pulling it out as she was at either extreme of her movement.
"Darling," I whispered passionately to Jeanne. "We've got to get out of here. I want you so badly, I can't stand it."
"I want you too, Norma . . . all of you," she replied softly, blowing in my ear again as we gripped each others' thighs. "But I want to watch this too. It'll make us want each other so much more . . . if we let ourselves be teased to distraction by watching this. I want to see Laura Lee nude too. Denyse has told me so much about her. And I want you to have the chance to see Denyse nude. If we wait until they're all three stripped and going, and we're still dressed, it should be much easier for Denyse to tell us to go ahead without them. She's wild for me, but I think she's too absorbed with them now....."
"All right . . ," I panted, putting my tongue in Jeanne's mouth. "If I can stand it without going off the deep end, I want to see them all naked too. . . ."
"Jeanne!" Denyse called out, and I noticed that her hand was plunged between the top of her thighs, which were clamped tightly together. "I want you and Norma to see something really amazing. Juanita's the only girl I've ever known of who could do this so well. Juanita! I want you to pull your buttocks farther apart ... in fact, I'll help with this cheek and Norma can help with the left one. I want you to show my new friends your 'internal ass-sucking machine'!"
Jeanne and I exchanged puzzled glances for a moment, but I then quickly stood up and helped Juanita to hold her left buttock aside while Denyse did the same at her right. From the new position, I could look right down into the stretched crevice and see that over half of Laura Lee's almost inch-long nipple was embedded in the unusual young anus. Laura Lee was very still. She did not move forward even a fraction of an inch. Juanita moved very slightly and I could see that muscles in her stomach and pelvis were straining. And then suddenly, from her inner force, she actually pulled the black beauty's nipple and part of her breast into her rectum! She relaxed the muscles and the nipple came out midway again. Jeanne and I both were astounded and terrifically aroused! I could imagine so well what it would feel like if my big nipples were undergoing the same treatment. And it was at that moment, I knew my sex fife was due for a big, big change.
It was like a woman going down on a cock, letting the man lie still while her head bobbed up and down, doing all the work. Juanita kept at it, "fucking" Laura Lee's tit until she was hot and perspiring all over.
"Oh . . . oh, goddam!" Laura Lee cried out. "Oh, this is brown sugar ass. Don't let go, Chicano baby. Suck that thing. Oh, shit! Hey! Hey, blondie. You're not doing anything . . . help me get these damn clothes off. I'm gonna leak my cunt right through these hot pants unless I get stripped. . . ."
"Go ahead, Jeanne," Denyse broke in, breathing heavily. "And you can help me after that. But do do Laura Lee first. I want you two girls to see that big, black ass! And wait until you see her standing up! What is it they call it, Laura Lee? Ste . . steete . . . what?"
"Steatopygian," the black girl said with a breathy laugh, her perfect, white teeth sparkling. "It's a racial trait. Most pure Negro girls-except those from certain African tribal areas-we have an ass that sticks out more than a white or Asian girl's. I studied psychology, Denyse. That's one thing white men love about black girls, is that big, round, smooth ass. Go ahead and feel the merchandise, blondie. Feel how slick and smooth my ass is when you get me stripped."
Jeanne looked at me with the very tiniest bit of hesitancy at first, but then went at her task with eagerness after I smiled my approval and licked my lips juicily. I knew that I was very wet between my legs too, and I only hoped I could control the flow of secretions enough so that my mini would not be wet before we were able to leave.
The top front of Laura Lee's mini outfit was open and her brassiere removed. The black beauty threw back her shoulders, still keeping her tit in Juanita's "fucking-sucking" ass, and Jeanne pulled the sleeves over her arms. There was a zipper at the side of the waist, which was easily worked, and then Laura Lee moved her buttocks up an inch or so from the couch. Jeanne deftly pulled the mini over the large and shapely ass and down her legs.
I gasped! All Laura Lee wore was a pair of hot-pants, which were a matching part of her mini outfit. The waist of it had been pulled so far down in back that I felt sure she had no panties on! When Jeanne pulled the hot pants down her legs and off, I knew I was right! Her big, beautiful, brown, glossy, smooth ass was completely naked!
"No panties or briefs, Laura Lee!" I queried, as she returned my smile of admiration. "How do you keep the men from looking at your love-hole?"
"Oh . . . the hot pants are pretty tight up there," she answered me with a grin. "And . . . what the shit! If some dirty old fuck wants to get his nuts off by looking at my cunt in the subway ... let him mess up his goddam pants. I don't care. Ha-ha! You two Texas girls have got to learn to open up, you know. Be with it. This is New York, and I've walked right by two guys in a doorway down in the Village sucking cock. What the. . . ."
"Have you been hanging around in the Village again?" Denyse demanded with sudden anger, then continued before Laura Lee had a chance to answer. "I've told you, godammit, nigger! If you get seen in the Village and word gets back to me . . . you're dead as a Denyse DeFontayne model! You can go down on your landlady or suck off your paperboy all you want. But keep it private!"
"You're a jealous cunt!" Laura Lee came right back at her. "I was thinking about something I saw five years ago! You hung around the Village then too! You got kicked out of one place when they found you sucking cunt with a 15 year old girl in the ladies' room. Don't give me any shit, Denyse!"
"All right!" Denyse responded, apparently afraid that the black girl might expose more of her past. "But let's get this rolling here! Why aren't you and Norma getting stripped, Jeanne? Come on . . . undress me and then let's get with it!"
"Denyse . . . please . . ," Jeanne said with her cute little pout. "Norma wants to take us all out for a drink and....."
"Not in the groove I am," Denyse cut her off as Jeanne went around to help her remove her provocative jumpsuit and reveal all the DeFontayne charms "Hell . . . you and Norma go on out and talk over old times in Texas. But stay here until we get into a real groove, huh?"
Without answering verbally, Jeanne untied the bow in the middle of the halter-like front of Denyse's outfit and brought it over one arm and then the other, allowing her to keep one hand on Juanita's luscious buttock all the while. Again, there was a waist zipper to deal with, but Jeanne had no trouble in removing the sexy jumpsuit and a pair of white briefs in less than a minute.
I looked from the curly pubic hairs between Laura Lee's thighs to the black hairs between Denyse's The hair was very much alike. But their cunts were a little different. The wide, black lips between Laura Lee's legs exposed a little speck of pink flesh farther inside. The mouth-like lips of Denyse's much-sucked pussy were smaller and more feminine. But then I suddenly saw Denyse's clit! It was protruding! A slim, red, pencil-sized piece of firm flesh stuck out below the top of her lips for what must have been a half inch!
I recall having heard once that all "dykes" or "bulldaggers" had clits almost capable as a cock in fucking a partner. In later years, I had read in a book on sexual behavior written by a famous sexologist, that the "oversized clit" story concerning butch Lesbians was a myth. However, he did say that some females had clits that had been known to extend an inch or more from the body, but that sexual orientation might be either homosexual or heterosexual.
Denyse then, was what some people might have called a "real dyke", when actually, the fact of her clit's size was only coincidental to her being a butch Lesbian. As I watched her in amazement, projecting her pelvis as she still held Juanita's right buttock open, and saw Jeanne rub and play with it, then kneel on her knees, I began to have my own ideas.
I'm certainly no doctor or sexologist, but I would think that almost any female with a clit so large would think that she was Lesbian and very easily fall into that orientation. I don't know how men think, but I doubt that they would want a lasting, loving relationship with a woman built like Denyse. Denyse is beautiful, tremendously sexy. Her huge breasts (38D) swayed teasingly, temptingly, the bright, strawberry nipples inviting my hungry mouth. Her slim waist, her tallness, her beautiful thighs and ass, all made her outstandingly desirable from a sexual standpoint.
But, I wondered, what would the average man think when he saw the wet, red, stiff clit projecting from her cunt? Obviously, Jeanne was infatuated by it. I was more than intrigued and determined that someday I would suck it between my lips. And it was obvious that Denyse was a "Queen Bee" among a select group of Lesbians, mostly in the modeling business.
"Norma! Will you please be a dear," Denyse interrupted my thoughts and smiled when I looked up from her fascinating clit to her face. "Do you mind terribly if Jeanne sucks it a moment? I hate so to play with myself when so many mouths are available."
"No ... I don't mind, Denyse," I said, letting the words form themselves, almost unaware that I was saying them.
"Goddam it!" Laura Lee yelled angrily, looking from me to Denyse and Jeanne as her tit continued to be suck-fucked by Juanita's talented asshole. "What goes on, Denyse? You call me to say you've got a hot little blonde femme you want me to meet. Then you tell her to go on out with her bulldagger friend for a cozy twosome, now you've got the femme about to suck your fat clit! Sure ... I love to ball with you and Juanita anytime, but I want a three-course meal from that blonde cunt and . . . shit, I haven't even seen it yet!"
"Next time, darling . . . oh, that's sweet, Jeanne!" Denyse said, smoothing her fingers through Jeanne's lustrous blonde hair as the lips sucked the little clit between them and began to work it in a rhythmic motion. "Let . . . Jeanne and her old friend go wherever they want tonight. Oh, God! I'm coming!
"Oh . . . oh-oh-oh . . . please, Laura Lee. I promise to start Club Lesbos again ... as long as we can be sure every girl who comes can be trusted! If . . . oh, you suck good, Jeanne . . . we know that the business and the press never know about the club ... or who we are, we can meet in the studio downstairs and have an orgy a week . . . nothing banned . . . anything goes. Oh! Oh, Jeanne, I'm coming again!"
I was so overcome by wild, raw, wanton desire when Jeanne moved away, that I was about to get on my knees and crawl around to suck Denyse's beckoning clit! But, I was beaten to it by a much more experienced girl (although I felt sure she was wrong in calling me a "bulldagger), and a much more ruthless one. Laura Lee pulled her tit from little Juanita's trained asshole and pushed the girl forward so forcefully that she fell over, rolled over twice on the floor (she could have broken her neck!).
In the next second, the black girl had forced Denyse down to the floor and spread her thighs widely. Her "steatopygian", black ass was in a wonderful out tilted position, as she went between Denyse's legs and pushed her face into the tall woman's cunt. She began to suck, lick, slurp and eat in a wild and savage way. Denyse would cry out, begging her not to bite, but it was obvious that she loved every second of it.
I turned my attention to the fallen Juanita for a moment, as Jeanne knelt behind Laura Lee and smoothed her hands lovingly over the big, glossy orbs of her ass and looked at me with a wanton smile. I nodded to her and smiled. I wanted to see her lick the black beauty's naked ass, and I was not disappointed. Jeanne was wild, tempestuous, almost a nympho Lesbian. She gloried in licking and kissing both cheeks of the brown ass.
"Juanita?" I said, kneeling, by the prostrate girl whose uniform was still up to her waist as she lay on the floor. "Are you all right? Be careful . . . don't move until you're sure no bones are broken. . .
"Oh, Senora Hathaway!" she exclaimed in a whisper, then melted her sexy lips to mine in a liquid kiss before adding, "I am used to having such treatment much. I am not hurt. But I must get all naked too. Miss Denyse likes me to be naked when her friends are here. Did you . . . see what I did with my asshole? Oh, you have nice, big titty . . . big nipple! I can suck your nipple or tongue in my asshole. I can suck finger in my asshole! Do you think I am sexy?"
"Yes," I whispered hoarsely, rubbing my hands over her small, young ass. "I want to fuck you with my tit sometime ... in your asshole. Will you let ?"
"Yes ... oh, yes, I would love it!" she said with emphasis. "I would let you do anything to me. I can suck your pussy very much good too."
As Jeanne continued to caress and lick Laura Lee's big, beautiful, sheeny-smooth buttocks, I helped Juanita out of her uniform and the little underwired demi-bra that squeezed her tits together and made her breasts appear larger. Actually, they were much smaller than Jeanne's, which made her look younger than ever when completely naked.
"What a wonderful body you have, Juanita!" I told her with breathless excitement as I fondled her small breasts and the soft buttocks, and underneath her warm, wet pussy. "Do you really like to suck a nipple up your ass?"
"Oh, yes!" she replied enthusiastically. "It gives me a great thrill to have learned an art of sex so good and different. I have an always love for women."
"But . . . what about men?" I asked her, fingering the entrance of her anus gently, teasingly as we were there together on our knees, kissing. "A lot of men adore fucking pretty girls like you in the ass. Have you ever let them?"
"Only some few times," she answered with a frown, but smiled when I put two fingers into her anus. "Miss DeFontayne may have a date with a man who wants the sex with her, and she never lets a man have her in any way, she say. But she bring the man here and let him fuck my asshole with a prick, and I pull-push it like with Miss Lee's nipple or . . . your fingers!"
I cried out in surprise and also some sexual arousal when Juanita worked her inner muscles and literally pulled my fingers deep inside her rectum. The feeling was indescribably exciting. Only the first half inch of my index and middle finger were in her, and then the inner force drew them all the way in. Whether she had mastered this by use of suction or musclar spasms, or a combination of both, I couldn't tell.
"Oh, darling . . . that's beautiful!" I panted, pulling my fingers out and sliding them across the small piece of flesh until they sank into the wet, meaty depths of her pussy. "Is that your favorite kick? Or is there something else you like better?"
"Oh, I like to suck and to be sucked in my pussy . . . my titties. I like the vibrator," she told me as I kissed and licked her face and ears teasingly. "I am not a virgin, too bad, yes?"
"Did your brother fuck you . . . and break your cherry?" I asked with great interest, turning on by listening to her accented voice.
"Oh, no . . . never!" she exclaimed her eyes widening. "No prick of man has ever fuck my cunt! Miss DeFontayne had my cherry. . . ."
"You . . . you mean she could get her clit that far inside you?" I whispered, my eyes again on the three sexing women. "Or did she use a dildo . . . an artificial penis?"
"She sucked my cherry!" little Juanita told me with a sense of pride, feeling my thighs as I cupped my hand between the upper part of hers and formed a suction on her wet cunt.
"Oh, my God!" I responded, shivering with passion, pulling my hand away to find it flooded with her sex fluids. "How could she possibly do that. It must have been very painful!"
"A little . . . yes," Juanita replied, her eyes staring at me as I brought the handful of her secretions up by my mouth and lapped just one drop on the tip of my tongue. "She must to suck, suck, suck! Very hard, she must! It is so much, my cherry breaks and she bites what is left until I am no longer a virgin. Yes, she has get many cherries from young girls that way. I watch her do it. I bring a girlfriend so she makes her not a virgin too....."
I was almost mesmerized, floating in a Lesbian wonderland of lust. Staring right into Juanita's big, brown eyes, I lapped at her juices in my hand. I would make several swipes with my tongue, then let the juices roll around in my mouth and over the sensitive taste-buds of my tongue. She was delicious! I knew then that I would enjoy the physical part, the licking, tasting and swallowing part of eating a female.
Juanita continued to watch me adoringly as I swallowed each deposit with a smile and finally had licked every bit of her flavorful liquid from my hand and consumed it with pleasure. Visions ran around in my head of eating so many females I knew. I thought of Lisette, Cissy, Denyse, Laura Lee! But, most of all, I thought of Jeanne, who was leaning over Laura Lee's ass and kissing her beautiful, brown body.
The aura of sex hung everywhere. The black girl's licking and sucking of Denyse's pussy was a beautiful sound. I moved over closer to watch. Denyse was lying on her back on the plush piled carpet. Her hands were at her hips, helping to thrust her pelvis to Laura Lee's sex-hungry, salivating mouth. The black girl's full lips sucked inside Denyse's big cunt, kissing the inner lips, no doubt. And then she would slowly pull her mouth out, sucking with it the slim, red, clit!
Laura Lee would then casually suck on the clit From the muscular movements just under her chin, I could tell that she had the tip of the clit all the way in her mouth and was licking it with her tongue in a very fast rhythm. And then suddenly, I saw her mouth move differently, as if she were biting down on the clit with her teeth!
She was! I moved to my left and I was able to see it. Her lips were flared open the little red strip of meat was held between her teeth!
"Fuck . . . oh!" Denyse cried out, her buttocks moving up and down in the plush pile, her entire body shuddering and spasming with pure, joyful orgasm. "Do it again! Do it again, Laura Lee. Oh, you doll of a cunteater! Suck! Bite! Eat!"
I was only inches away as I watched the black, naked beauty lick around the damp inner thighs, her face a striking contrast to the creamy white portions of Denyse's body, not tinted by her suntan.
Laura Lee's tongue was so amazingly sexy in itself. It was long and very thick. When she was ready to penetrate Denyse's oozing cunt lips, she twirled her tongue into a round shape and plunged it in as far as a small penis could go! She fucked Denyse with her tongue, and the action of them at the point of penetration was so very similar to that of a man fucking a woman with his cock. Her response seemed almost exactly the same!
I glanced over the sleek, perspiring, brown body to the projecting globes of her glossy ass. Jeanne's face was buried between the cheeks, but I had no feeling of jealousy. I pondered the subject for only a moment, then quickly looked back at Denyse's throbbing pelvis. Laura Lee was licking the black cunt hairs away from the pussy lips. Her saliva would drool down and mix with Denyse's sex liquids until there was so much collected, the model lowered her mouth and "slurped" it all up, swallowing it with greedy gusto!
Laura Lee took her tongue away from the pussy for a moment. She put her arms around Denyse's raised thighs and put the index finger of each hand deep into the pussy. She then pulled the slick, rubbery lips apart until Denyse was begging her to stop because of the pain! Never in my life had I seen a pussy pulled so wide open! I could see in detail the pink inner lips so perfectly formed. I could see the pee-hole just beneath the long, slim clit. And by glancing down about an inch, the gaping, endless chasm of her vagina looked like a dark cave.
I moved in closer, but far enough away so that my head did not disturb them. I saw Laura Lee, her tongue extended to its limit, slowly move her mouth inside the dripping vulva until her tongue was in the vagina and again "fucking" the sexy photographess but much more deeply.
"Norma . . . Norma. Come here," Denyse whispered to me softly. "I want to talk to you."
I turned around and lay beside her, face to face. It was obvious that neither one of us wanted to start talking immediately. My mouth covered her full lips and she opened them to suck my tongue into her mouth with great strength. My right hand traveled over the big breasts, pushing them around from side to side. My fingers squeezed the firm flesh and then crept up to the big nipple. I traced designs around the areola with my fingernail, and she gasped with delight, releasing my tongue.
"You're very sexy," she said, our mouths almost touching still. "Please . . . keep playing with my tits like that. I love it. I feel good now ... not frantic. I've had two wonderful orgasms. . . ."
"What was it you wanted to talk to me about?" I asked. "I'm excited. You seemed so ... so aloof before."
"I wasn't receiving all the attention I am now," she told me with a smile, her beautiful face not frightening at all any more. "Jeanne wants me to start up my Club Lesbos again . . . and so does Laura Lee. I'll start it on one condition."
"Yes?" .
"That you join!"
"Me?" I questioned, dumbstruck for the moment.
"But . . . I'm married and I might not be able to make all the meetings. And there's the risk . . . the risk of exposure . . . scandal. . .
"Every girl or woman there has a great deal to lose," Denyse explained. We all swear to never tell anyone else that the club even exists, much less who might be at meetings. And . . you wouldn't have to be at every meeting. I want you because you are so adaptable . . . and I know you can be trusted. I'll have to be careful who I let in. There won't be a large group for a while."
"Norma . . . what if I don't . . . well, I don't think this would happen, but what if I didn't like some of the things a girl wanted to do ... or if some of the girls didn't turn me on?" I asked.
"It's not a wild orgy right from the start," she explained as I continued to massage the wonderful breasts. "We meet, have a few drinks, talk . . . one thing leads to another. You can twosome or trio . . . but only what is agreeable to all involved. And the one very strictest rule of all-no men! We've had other married women. Most of them are like you. They would never want their husbands to find out. But once or twice, a woman has asked to bring her husband or some boyfriend. It's taboo! This is for Lesbians and Lesbian activity only!"
"Do you think Jeanne would like for me to join?" I asked nervously.
"Yes . . . she's told me as much," Denyse answered, then pressed her mouth to mine warmly before whispering, "You won't have to come to any meetings if it would endanger your relationship with your husband. But you can certainly get out about one night a week."
"Maybe . . . yes! I'll join!" I answered with a feeling of excited expectancy. "Now that I know what I want ... I want to enjoy life . . . enjoy sex the way it was meant for me. I'll be able to get out all right. I'll just have to watch that goddam stepdaughter . . . and stepson . . . ."
"Cissy Hathaway?" Denyse questioned me with a knowing, leering grin.
"Yes."
"Of course, Cissy would be your stepdaughter, wouldn't she?" Denyse replied, and I smoothed my hand over her undulating belly and fingered her navel. "Um-mm, that's good, darling. "Yes, I remember her well."
"Is . . . Cissy a Lesbian?" I asked, letting my fingers crawl through her thick, black pubic hair. "I know she lets her little French maid give her very long baths and. . . ."
"Why do you think she can't keep a husband?" Denyse interrupted, pushing my fingers into the top of her cunt so that Lama Lee's ceaseless tongue would titillate them as I fingered her long clit. "About five or six years ago when I . . . wasn't so well known and did, I'm afraid, hang out at some of the more notorious gay spots in the Village, I met Cissy, looking for the same thing I was.
"She was married to Peter Ahsley III then, and, unknown to either of us, he had followed her. We sat in a booth together after we met . . . held hands, kissed, rubbed together when we danced closely. After that, we went to a hotel. Her pussy is classic, Norma! Oh, God, she is a marvelous girl in bed.
"Her husband confronted us as we walked out of the bedroom about three hours later. The only reason there was no scandal about it, no legal action, no mention of it in the divorce papers, was because Peter wouldn't dare face the fact and have it known that he was married to a Lesbian, and had been for two years!"
"She's never made any passes at me, really," I said thoughtfully, massaging the wet clit and taking it between my fingers and squeezing it until I made Denyse orgasm again. "I wonder . . . why she hasn't? I've been there long enough....."
"Yes, but no matter how desirable you are to her, no matter how much she wants your body, she wouldn't dare," Denyse said, telling me only what I already knew. "Her father would disinherit her in a second, if he thought she was a Lesbian. He can't tolerate homosexuals . . . men or women."
"Yes, of course . . . that would be her reason to steer clear of me," I agreed, then pressed my lips to Denyse's again.
I tried to suck as hard as I could to bring her tongue into my mouth the way she had drawn mine into hers on our fust kiss. But her suction was too powerful, with the result that when I gave up, my tongue was pulled into her with so much strength, the little frenum under my tongue almost cut across my lower teeth. I moved up farther and gave her full play then.
Denyse sucked my tongue just like I sucked a cock, and she had so much of it in her mouth that it was probably just as effective. It made me think about the oral desire, and how many homosexual acts were really substitutes for other cravings. I squeezed my lips to hers. I enjoyed fully the sucking in deeply of my tongue, and the rhythmic releasing in exactly the same tempo I had used in sucking off boys and men, or my husband (the very few times he became hard enough).
I don't think I had realized very often until then, how sensitive, sexually sensitive, my fingers could be. They were bathed in the liquids from Denyse's secretions and Laura Lee's saliva. It was sensual just to feel them slide around in her wet meat, to pull the long clit. But when Laura Lee would lick my fingers with the same determination as she did Denyse's cunt, the little sensations ran through me and I was itching terribly between my legs.
"Why don't you go down and help Jeanne enjoy Laura Lee's fabulous bottom, darling?" Denyse suggested generously. "And then you two can take off and do your own thing. Oh, I'm not trying to get rid of you, darling. I'm depending on you. I like you. I want to eat you . . . and so many other delicious and . . . different sexual things. I'm quite bizarre at times. You'll find out. But I think you deserve to have a little time alone with Jeanne. When you get together after our little preview here, you'll be so hot you'll rape each other!"
Of course, Jeanne and I were torturing ourselves in a way, by not stripping nude and joining right in with everything. But I think we both wanted to be unmercifully teased even to the point of masochism. We wanted to be so hot for each other when we finally did get together alone that night, we would be at the absolute peak of desire for each other. The idea must have been with both of us, possibly in the same telepathic manner that we had communicated thoughts and ideas between each other earlier that day.
"I'm going to lick my way down, Denyse," I told the woman. "Are there any extra-sensitive spots you'd like me to pay attention to?"
"Do as you wish, darling," she said to me in that deep, sexy, husky voice. "But my armpits and navel love a tongue!"
I began licking her lips after a quick kiss. I could tell that I was salivating quite a bit, which is what happens when I'm so hot. I licked Denyse's chin and neck, then out over her smooth, fleshy, right shoulder. I was in a crouched position, leaning right over her. Denyse's arm was against the side of her body as she was holding her buttock to give it lift as Laura Lee ate her.
I licked down until my tongue was at the very beginning of her axilla, her upper arm firmly pressed against her body. I pushed my tongue through my lips and into the orifice as if it were a cunt. I moved my face against her, my nose actually helping to push her arm away from her side a little. I exerted more pressure until my tongue was actually inside her aromatic armpit. I licked and lapped at the recently shaved flesh, my tongue responding to the softness as her flesh responded to my tongue.
"Oh, that's wonderful, darling!" Denyse whispered to me ecstatically. "You have no idea how good a tongue feels there. One . . . night, I had girls at each armpit, a hot mouth at my navel, one tongue in my cunt, another in my ass . . . and I was kissing and talking with still another girl. That's what you'll like when things become an orgy, darling. Some time, it will be your turn to have the whole group turn you on at . . . oh, how nice . . .the same time. ..."
Her sexy voice droned off into a. sweetly moaning sigh. I kept up licking into her armpit, feeling tiny bristles of hair stubble occasionally, which titillated my tongue even more. After almost a full minute of concentration on licking the sensitive flesh of her armpit and hearing her cry out softly in a gentle orgasm, I moved my mouth over her right breast, licking and leaving a trail of my saliva as I went.
Denyse had mentioned nothing about her breasts and nipples, but I wanted to suck the red strawberry and "jazz" it with my tongue. She responded with a sigh, but I found that her nipple was unusually rough until I had sucked it, tongued it, and lubricated it liberally with my oral secretions.
After I experienced what must have amounted to a spontaneous orgasm between my itching thighs, I licked down to Denyse's navel, dipping my tongue with more pressure at each undulation of her sex-wracked body. Her navel was deep enough so that I could penetrate it with the tip of my tongue. And soon found out that her real belly-button turn-on was for me to twist my head from side to side, thus twisting my tongue around in her navel at the same time.
"Beautiful, Norma," she sighed. "You were made to love . . . and be loved, by women. Our bodies are so much nicer than men's. We know what we want in sex. Go on, my sweet . . . make love with your lover. . . ."
My tongue was hungry for a taste . . . just a taste of Denyse's cunt, and I did not deny myself that pleasure. Laura Lee moved back for a moment, and I licked into the raw, juicy pit and tasted her wonderful feminine juices. And when the black beauty went back down, I pulled up the bun of her hair at the back and began to suck and lick her neck. She loved it! And I loved the taste of her flesh.
The odors of her musky, subtle perfume combined with the taste of Denyse's pussy and even the bit of flavor left from Juanita's (the Cuban girl had taken my place and was kissing and caressing Denyse's mouth and breasts) sex fluids. I laved my tongue over the brown girl's neck, feeling her muscles tense as I breathed in the exciting odors of women's love.
I moved farther down her body, my knees "sidestepping" on the thick rug. I began to kiss her back at various spots and was surprised that if I kissed hard, I could feel her rib cage. I thought she had much more flesh, but she was actually underweight for the size of her bones! Licking gradually downward, I passed the rib cage and found the small of her back a delightfully different place to apply my mouth.
Since her buttocks were so large and-steatopygian - the small of her back was formed like a trough that could hold almost a cup, maybe more, of water ... or any liquid ... or anything! My mind was boggled when I thought of things that could be done in groups. I fantasised filling the small of her back with bubbly Champagne, with two ice cubes and Scotch, with a scoop of ice cream and butterscotch topping with whipped cream and a cherry, a delightful chef's salad mixed right there while she was sucking a pussy, having her ass licked and sucked at the same time! The possibilities were unlimited!
My mouth moved up the hill of her right buttock and the glossy flesh had a different feel and look. Eagerly, I swiped my tongue from one buttock to the other until I was taken by surprise! Jeanne was staring me right in the eyes, not more than inches away.
"Hi, lover!" I told her huskily, then swiped my tongue briefly through the aromatic crease of her ass that Jeanne had her face buried in. "Kiss me, darling, and then let's go. Denyse thoroughly approves of our having a night alone together."
"The whole night?" she gasped, then pushed her lips to mine and ground them around, tonguing me and adding new odors and tastes of Lesbian love to my glutted mouth, then breaking and saying, "Oh, Norma! It's only about eleven o'clock! This morning . . . when I left Dallas ... I never dreamed I would be sleeping with you tonight! It's the most wonderful thing I've ever dreamed of! I still can't believe it's true."
"It's true, darling," I told her, caressing the lovely, young face with my hand and looking up at her as I licked the flesh of Laura Lee's ass. "I've changed so very much in these last few hours . . . today. I can understand how you and I can have our own special love for each other . . . like childhood sweethearts meeting again in a different world and time almost. I have my home and a husband . . . you have your place with Denyse here. But . . . we have something special, Jeanne. We will love to share with others, but when there is the chance, the opportunity, we will want to be alone . . . together. . . ."
"Oh, I love you, Norma!" she replied breathily. "We do understand each other so well ... so wonderfully. .
"We're both so madly hot that just getting to my apartment will be an adventure!" I said, licking her pert nose briefly. "First ... I would just like a taste of this big, beautiful, brown ass!"
"Of course, Norma," Jeanne replied, instantly, moving back. "Let me spread these cheeks for you. Her asshole and crease are so deep!"
No matter how I tried, I could not equal Jeanne's sophistication as to Lesbian sex. Laura Lee's big, protrusing ass did have the deepest crease I had ever seen on a female. It was unbelievably deep, and her anus was so perfectly formed. It was completely normal, just what I would have expected to see- a nice, puckered, brown asshole! I dipped my tongue into the crater and licked around. I could hear Laura Lee groan and gulp! I could feel her ass move up and down, inviting my tongue to penetrate her more.
I put my arm around Jeanne and forced my tongue forward with all the pressure I could muster. I felt it slip beyond the anal muscle and then plunge freely forward! As I enjoyed that terrific sensation, and clutched at the glossy, big orbs with my hands, I was aware of Jeanne's tongue. We both licked into and around the black beauty's buttocks until we detected a spasm, a muscular contraction inside her whole body. She had orgasmed from our raw, oral love of her ass!
"Are you all right, Jeanne?" I asked, feeling a little awkward under the circumstances. "I mean . . . you're not dripping through your mini, are you?"
"Almost . . . but not quite, Norma," she answered, and then as both our cheeks slid sensually over a glossy brown buttock, Jeanne said, "Can we go to your place now? I want you, Norma! I don't care if we make love in the back seat of a cab going to your place! I've got to have you!"
"You will, darling . . . and I will have you!" I vowed, kissing the young lips briefly. Up now, darling. Let's adjust ourselves and go! Denyse has given us the okay . . . and my apartment . . . the Hathaway, Fifth Avenue apartment, is all ours. Let's walk down to Lexington and grab a cab."
"To where?"
"To Lexington Avenue, my love," I replied, helping her to stand up and straighten her clothes. "This will be the second most wonderful night in our lives ... if you meant what you wrote in the letter . . . and told me a while ago. . . ."
"I meant every word of it!" Jeanne said very convincingly, then kissed me full on the mouth. "This is child's play, Norma. Wait until I have you alone......"
CHAPTER FOUR
We walked arm in arm up to Lexington, pausing every few steps to kiss, caress, feel. When I kissed Jeanne, I would reach under her mini and feel the nylon clad tautness and roundness of her ass. There were no other people on the lonely, dim-lit side street, and I don't think we would have cared if there were. Cars were parked at every available space. I was too engrossed with my suddenly revived desire for Jeanne to notice a very familiar vehicle pull out of its parking space and creep along slowly behind us, right after we walked past it.
The traffic on Lexington was fairly heavy, and we flagged a cab within a minute or less. However, it seemed like an eternity, because I could not kiss and embrace my new love in the glare of the wide street and its many lights. Once in the cab, I quickly gave the driver the address of the apartment building on Fifth Avenue.
"I still can't believe it's true, darling!" Jeanne whispered, her lips clinging to mine, her hand stroking my pantyhose thigh higher and higher. "Oh, darling! They're crotchless! And . . . and you're wet in your crotch. I'm going to have such a wonderful feast on you!"
"I wonder what the driver thinks," I said, observing that he almost went through a red light while watching us through the rear view mirror. "Of course, I don't give a damn what he thinks. But men are such strange creatures about sex. Do you ever date a man, Jeanne? Let him have relations with you?"
"I avoid it as much as possible," she told me, as both our hands stroked gently between warm, moist thighs. "Dallas is very sophisticated, but I still had to keep appearances. I dated about once a week- a man, that is-and I let two or three fuck me. Oh, I can put on a good act. But I was surprised how many were perfectly content to suck me and let me suck them off. I like that . . . sucking a man off."
"I do too . . . even with my 68 year old, impotent husband," I admitted, caressing her tightly. "I don't know why, but there's something about the way a cock fills up my mouth, the hardness and then making it go limp while I swallow . . . uh . . . yes, I'll admit it. I swallow."
"So do I!" Jeanne responded immediately, squeezing my hand. "I don't mind it, really. The chairman of the board of one of the best fashion houses used to ask me to suck him off a lot. He was married, of course, and he could think of the wildest places, just on the spur of the moment. He was at one of our modeling sessions one afternoon, and took me out to dinner. I sucked him off first while he was driving down Main Street! And we had a cozy little place back in the corner of the dining room to eat. We sat along the wall . . . and this crazy, sexy idiot, decided that he wanted me to suck him off right there I We were having an after-dinner brandy . . . at this real posh club. So, he took it out hard and I played with it, all beneath the level of the table top, naturally. When he was ready to come, he nodded to me, and I put my head down there and sucked it off I What a character!" "You must have had a million memorable experiences, Jeanne. You'll have to tell me about all of them eventually," I said, and then we broke away as the cab pulled up to the Fifth Avenue apartment building. "And remind me to call Kenneth-my husband-and tell him I've decided to stay downtown all night ... or overnight . . . that seems a better way of putting it."
"Good evening, Mrs. Hathaway!" the elderly doorman, Fred, greeted us as I paid off the driver and emerged from the cab with Jeanne, both of us laughing and displaying a great deal of leg. "It's nice to see you again."
"Thank you, Fred. It's nice to see you," I told him with a friendly smile, then nodded toward Jeanne. "Fred, I would like you to meet one of my dearest friends in the world. This is Jeanne Love. We went to school together in Texas . . . and I used to baby-sit for her too. We haven't seen each other in ten years, so I invited her to spend the night. You'll probably be seeing more of her. Jeanne-this is Fred, the nicest and kindest doorman in New York."
Jeanne held out her right hand and Fred never batted an eye, shaking it once very firmly, and smiling as always. I never felt a need to "bribe" Fred, as I was certain he was quite discreet. But then I had never taken anyone, male or female, up to the apartment for sex. I suppose then it was my own guilty conscience that prodded me to dip in my pocketbook for a ten dollar bill.
"This is for not having seen you in so long, Fred," I said, handing him the money and receiving gracious bows and verbal offerings of appreciation.
"We're on the 20th floor," I told Jeanne as we walked through the door and the small lobby to the elevators. "There's a beautiful view from our place. And the apartment is so spacious! Kenneth bought it almost 20 years ago, and it's been kept up to perfection."
"We're alone at last!" Jeanne said, when the door of the automatic elevator closed, preventing me from seeing that same car that had followed us along the street near Denyse's, pull up at the front entrance. "I hope someone else doesn't get on....."
"Oh, my God, Jeanne!" I exclaimed, when she pulled at the upper front buttons on my genuine suede mini with the high-rise waist and unhooked my bra in front. "God, Jeanne! Oh ... I love it! I love your lips on my nipple! But . . . please, darling . . . someone might be stopping the elevator at....."
"Stand behind me!" Jeanne said quickly as we felt the cage stop on the 9th floor.
"Evening, ladies," a slightly inebriated man of good looks and middle age volunteered tipsily. "Damn wife wants t'pick a fight . . . t'hell with her!
I'll go up to my Mistress' apartment and sleep with -her. G'night, ladies. ..."
He had pressed the button for the 19th floor, and left the cage immediately. I gave a huge sight of relief and quickly hooked the bra back together and snapped up the mini to the low neckline at top. When we passed a party of four walking down the hall on the 20th floor, I was certainly glad I had not tried to risk dashing to the apartment from the elevator exposed. One of the men was a business acquaintance of Kenneth's, and they had both had apartments on the same floor for years.
Our place was by no means as ultra-modern as Denyse's. But it was furnished beautifully and the bedrooms were large and comfortable. The one Kenneth and I used had a little bar built in. with an ice cube machine, sink, and a small refrigerator for champagne, beer and wine.
"I've got to call Kenneth before he goes to bed," I said, but was stopped at the very second I bolted the door, by Jeanne's hands. "Please . . . it'll only take a ... a minute. ..."
We both dropped our purses to the floor and embraced. Our tongues lolled liquidly together and our lips kissed at first one angle then another. Our hands went under each others' minis at about the same second. I cupped my palm under Jeanne's soaking wet, silky panties and squeezed hard, using a lower knuckle to gouge at her sensitive clit.
She had no trouble of that sort in my case. Her fingers delved through the opening in my crotchless pantyhose and into the dripping fleshiness of my naked cunt. We both groaned, moaned, pressed our hips together. And then I finally managed to pull away, convincing her that I had to call Kenneth. The conversation was very brief. I acted elated at meeting my old friend and told him I had invited her to spend the night with me at our apartment. He seemed to sound well pleased and asked me to give her his best wishes.
"Now, Jeanne!" I said, walking toward her as she stood behind the little bedroom bar looking for things. "We are all alone!"
"Oh, darling!" she called out, dropping the unopened bottle of liquor into the sink (it didn't break) and running around toward me. "I love you! I'm going to kiss you from the top of your head to the tips of your toes! I adore you, Norma! Oh, how I've thought about you . . . my perfect dream woman ... all these years. I've never forgotten....."
There was no time for a drink then, and when I look back, I don't see how we stripped each other so quickly without tearing our clothing. When Jeanne's beautiful, slim, shapely, young body was completely nude and I saw the big tuft of blonde hair on her Venus mount and down between her legs revealing wet, pink lips, I was just getting ready to push down my pantyhose.
"No, Norma! Don't do that!" Jeanne said, looking at me with naked lust in her eyes, pushing me back toward the side of the bed. "Men love a woman with her stockings still on. I want to love you that way. I want to eat you, my sweetheart. Oh, how I love . . . and I'm so happy that you were the first, darling. You made me what I am . . you made me know real love. ..."
Her words upset me a little, as if I felt she was trying to "blame" me for making her a Lesbian. On the other hand, she seemed pleased, very pleased, and dropped to her knees as I sat down on the side of the bed and put out my arms behind me for support.
Our minds were still communicating beautifully by some form of telepathy. It had been so long. Yet, I felt I was "home". I was where I belonged, doing what I wanted, doing it with whom I wanted. I raised my legs and put them over her naked shoulders, her flesh warm and smooth against mine. I looked down through the valley between my breasts, and I saw the sweetest, most excitingly wonderful girl in the world. Jeanne was looking up at me adoringly.
"Mm-mmm!" she exclaimed after darting her mouth and tongue into the crotch opening and licking and sucking some of my fluids. "You taste delicious, Norma. I can even remember the taste. Your taste is sweet, but light. I love 'Norma' flavor. I love Norma. And . . . the way the rim around the opening in your pantyhouse touches and rubs along my nose . . . it's so much softer and sexier than if I were eating a girl wearing a crotchless girdle. We have quickies like that in the dressing room sometimes ... if there are no straights there....."
Jeanne could talk no more. She was too frantic to press her face tightly into the opening. I was drooling with fluids and she licked down to the bottom of my cunt and underneath, almost to my asshole. I pressed my legs together after she was back licking my clit, indicating that I wanted her to keep it up.
Her tongue and lips toyed teasingly with the little passion bump, then she began to suck it.
There was no doubt she was well versed in the Lesbian techniques, as she sucked it far into her mouth with great suction, then pulled out the little clit the farthest it had ever been: She released the suction, but immediately used it again when the clit was about to leave her lips. She kept it up and I was crying, whining, wailing with orgasms! Orgasms! Orgasms!
There was more too. After those first very strong orgasms, she sucked hard on my swollen clit, then drew her lips out until they were barely over the tip of it. By continuing to suck so hard, I could feel the foreskin inside actually separate from my clit! I knew that the female clit was a small projection subject to erection, just like the male cock. And I knew that it was covered over completely by a fairly thin foreskin too. But I had never before experienced the sensation of it separating underneath the flesh like that.
"Oh! Oh, God, Jeanne!" I cried out hoarsely, wantonly, my body perspiring despite the 68� temperature set by the air-conditioning. "Do . . . oh, do that again, darling! Hurry! I want to love your body too!"
Again, she sucked at just the tip of my clit and I could feel the separation. The third and fourth time she did it, I had another pair of orgasms and was screaming so loud that I wondered if Kenneth could hear me out in Westchester!
After the orgasm subsided, Jeanne began to lick down my inner thighs, her saliva wetting down the sleek, sheer nylon of my pantyhose so that the contact was even more intriguing, teasing, subtle and wonderful.
"Please, Jeanne . . . help me get these off," I finally asked her, both of us breathless. "You must have a pussy full of heavenly nectar for me to drink!"
"Oh . . . I'm so shaky and hot, Norma!" Jeanne protested. "I'll tear them off for sure!"
"Tear them off!" I said with a laugh of complete freedom and joy. "I keep a supply of clothing and things here. Go ahead. Be rapacious! Tear them off!"
That was all she needed. Instead of grabbing them by the waist and pulling down though, Jeanne put her hands in the open crotch and pulled and tugged until the runny, torn, dilapidated nylon was hanging on me. Then, she ripped it by the seam up to my waist. I lifted my ass. And she pulled the rest of it off.
Quickly, I jumped all the way up on the bed and rolled over to the other side. Jeanne joined me, looked at me and smiled, and then faced the opposite way curled up next to me. I felt I wanted to be on top. It seemed like such a natural urge. And Jeanne understood without my having to utter a word. She turned over on her back and lay sprawled out, deliberately vulnerable, inviting, beckoning, daring!
Her body was so youthful, so blonde, so precious. Her breasts were small, compared to mine, but so healthily firm, the nipples pinkish-red. I moved over her, suspended for a moment, only my feet and hands touching the bed. I looked down between our bodies and our eyes met. There was such a desperate plea in hers, as if to say-"Norma ... do you really want to eat me . . . love me . . . make Lesbian love once a week or more?"
Slowly, I lowered my body to hers. My suspended breasts mashed into her firm belly, then I had to adjust myself so that they almost mashed into her slim waist ... or fell around beside them. I gasped with sheer delight when the hard little nubs of her nipples pierced the tender flesh of my slightly fuller belly. I rotated my torso a little and made them rub around and around. The feeling was unbelievably beautiful-tits on bellies, rubbing, creating sweet Lesbian sensations.
Her tongue and lips sought my pussy and she began to lick the surrounding hair and the other lips in a very subtly sensuous way. I looked directly below and saw that I was only two or three inches from her soft, blonde tuft of hair. I licked through the silken strands and wet them down, pressing my tongue on her mound and feeling it bounce back to shape. I licked downward until I was at her pussy lips. They were pink, the hair growing just to the edge (as some men wear their mustaches). And then I saw the seepage. I could tell that her vulva was filled to overflowing with her liquid love.
I sighed aloud as Jeanne went for my clit again, and even louder when she wrapped her young arms around my upper thighs and pulled my cunt farther against her face. I waited breathlessly for a moment! Her fingers were on the cheeks of my buttocks! They crept closer and closer! They pulled the cheeks apart! When her fingers first began to tease my asshole, I cried out and began to work my cunt against her face, feeling her little nose wiggling in my damp ass crease. Her fingers then opened up my anus. She moved up slightly, and then her mouth was under my cunt, her tongue licking until it was in my asshole, moving in and out and setting my whole body on fire!
No more teasing, no more delays! I put my hand beneath her pussy. I put my tongue to her lips and licked the juices off by going up and down them. I probed inward, but not all the way, and a small flood of her secretions greeted me. I swallowed deliciously! I wanted to cry out how delicious her young juices tasted.
My hand at the bottom of her pussy had collected the "drippings", and I sucked them up noisily. As I licked back up, my chin contacted and parted her lips, with the result that more of the lovely liquid made its way to my mouth. And even more seeped out! I was enjoying all the secretions she had stored since we began our sex games at Denyse's!
"Jeanne! You're delicious!" I cried out, taking my mouth away for a moment to let her know how much I loved it! "I want to ... to have you store it and bottle it for me....."
"You darling. ..." I heard her mumble as her breath blew on my moistened asshole.
Her tongue darted back into me, and I twisted my head a little to the side and pressed my mouth to her seeping lips. It was like a mouth-to-mouth kiss! I parted the lips with my tongue and began to suck! My mouth filled with her slightly viscous liquid. I swallowed the fluids with the eagerness of an alcoholic suddenly told by his doctor to drink all the straight whiskey he wanted. The flavor was so won- erful as I gulped it down across the tastebuds of my tongue. The thinner consistency, as compared to a man's ejaculation, was also an extra fillip to its feel as it floated down my throat.
After swallowing the mass of reserve that had been stored in her pretty pussy for so long, I at last made very direct contact with the slippery inner flesh. I found her inside lips easily and reveled in licking them up and down without letup. Intuitively, I knew that Jeanne would respond. I knew it because I was a highly sexed woman and she was a highly sexed woman. I knew it because we both wanted Lesbian love. And, most of all, I knew it because of the "magic" communication that passed wordlessly between us.
"Oh! Aw! Oh, Norma! You're doing it!" she screamed, after removing her mouth from my anus.
"You're doing . . . oh! I'm coming . . . again!
You're doing the impossible, Norma! You're doing it because we were meant to be lovers from the first time we made love! No . . . woman, girl or man or boy . . . has ever made me have multiple orgasms like that! Oh, God, Norma! You were worth waiting for tonight! This was worth waiting for. No . . . don't say a word, darling! Make me come again! Be Norma! Don't be Denyse. . . ."
Her tongue penetrated my anus after that puzzling statement, and I forgot all about it. The only thing I was really intent upon at the moment was to bring Jeanne to more orgasms, make her know that I was the best lover in the world for her and, at the same time, enjoy myself to the fullest. I kept my tongue going up and down her juicy, inner lips, and only when she began to moan and cry during the few moments her lips and tongue were not glued to my anus or swiping along my cunt lips teasingly, did I press my face farther into her vulva and lick indiscriminately.
I knew how teasing it could be to lick, lap and suck without deliberate attention to the "hot-spots", and I continued to rousingly frustrate her that way until I found that I could get my lips near her vaginal entrance and suck out the "sweating" secretions. I rejoiced when I felt her muscles contracting, and put my tongue in as far as it would go. She then pulled it in further by working both sets of her vaginal muscles in a smooth rhythm, and I recalled how Juanita's ass could "suck" on a nipple or tongue.
I knew that Jeanne was being well satisfied because my chin was rubbing against her clit as I was using my lips and tongue in the lower part of her pussy. And when I did realize that, I pushed and rubbed my chin more deliberately over her clit and up to the point where her pubic hairs swam in the liquids of our mouth-cunt embrace.
Intuitively, I reached around beneath her buttocks and spread them. The very moment that my finger hit her anus, Jeanne had another shuddering, spasming orgasm! I knew then that I had discovered most of her special sex-pleasure points. (But I wondered if she was sensitive at her navel and armpits too, and endless possibilities intrigued me. The future seemed to loom up as something to live fori I could sense that Jeanne was becoming as relaxed as I. We should enjoy one last mutual orgasm, and then find time for the tender moments of love, a drink together and looking out at New York City by night. I could never understand why so many natives were always saying they wanted to move to California or Texas or Virginia or somewhere. As for me, once I had learned New York, any other place in the world seemed small, provincial, inadequate. Instead of picking up the phone to call about something, almost everyone else in the country had to write letters or call long-distance. Because New York is where it's at!
It seemed almost impossible that I had been able to let my mind wander, because Jeanne was controlling the movements of my pelvis by holding onto my hips and making my lower torso pivot. As a result, her long tongue traversed the route from my asshole to my clit continually. When my asshole was in line with her tongue, she plunged it in. On the movement back, her wet, hot tongue slipped into my pussy at the bottom and plowed through and across my vaginal entrance, zig-zagged arousingly against my inner lips, then teased my clit unmercifully. Sometimes, she would pause there long enough to suck it between her lips with great suction and let me feel the foreskin separation for just a moment!
With my hands under her buttocks, I positioned them so that my thumbs pulled her blonde-haired cunt lips apart, while my index fingers could both probe her small, but stretchable anus. I could tell by her faster licking of my front and back sex parts that I was turning her on to the final, big orgasm too. I licked her open cunt, like a cow lapping at a calf or a salt-block.
I alternated my probe of her ass with my index fingers, and it was exciting for me, but more physically arousing for her. One finger would go in deep, spreading the tight anal muscle, and as soon as it came out, the other finger would jab in deeply. Her anus, of course, was liberally lubricated and juicy from the fluids of my mouth and her cunt, which had dribbled down to the crack.
I stopped all my activity dead still for a moment, and listened! I could hear the "slurping" of her wet tongue as it went on its back and forth route between my thighs. I worked with Jeanne, moving my pelvis so that it was easier for her tongue and lips to traverse my sensitive areas.
"Aw! Oh, Jeanne . . . you're wonderful!" I cried out, working my thumbs and fingers as I lifted my face away for a moment. "This ... is going to be a good one. . . ."
"This is it!" she screamed, lifting her face away for a second or two. "My nymphy lips . . . inside, Norma! Like before!"
Immediately, her mouth was back between my thighs, her tongue and lips working me to a strong, building climax that was almost at hand! I did as she asked, of course. I buried my mouth in her pussy, then released the outer lips from my thumbs. The result was that her inner lips closed tighter and when I put the tip of my tongue between the juicy and delicious pieces of inner flesh, there was more pressure.
We both became frantic then! We wanted to build each other quickly to that final, long, beautiful orgasm of the evening! I kept plunging the index fingers of both my hands into her anus in alternation. I felt Jeanne begin to go! Her whole body tensed, but she licked me faster! I moved my pelvis faster! And when the explosion came, we both shuddered and spasmed uncontrollably. Our mouths wanted so desperately to cry out our joys of orgasm, but they were too busy creating those orgasms.
Finally, after the strong, relaxing climax was over, we lay in position. Our hot breaths panted into the moistness of our sex parts, so wet and juicy. Our bodies titillated with feeling, but we were not wild savages anymore. I slowly turned around and crawled up beside Jeanne. I kissed her on the mouth and our lips ground together in the tenderness of love.
"You really do mean that I can sleep with you tonight?" Jeanne asked after a long kiss and warm embrace. "You really mean that Denyse said I was free to spend the whole night with you? I can't believe it!"
"But she did, darling," I insisted, rolling her breasts in my hand. "We are alone . . . this is our night! Come, darling. Do you want to have a drink and talk about things....."
"No . . . no, Norma," she answered quietly, lovingly, cuddling to me. "I want to sleep with you . . . right now. I'm so happy ... so in love . . . and so tired . . :" Jeanne suddenly went limp. Her beautiful, naked body was next to me, almost clinging. But she was asleep. I quietly pulled myself away from her and stepped off the bed. I was relaxed, satisfied, exhausted. But I had more to think about. There was Kenneth, Ken, Cissy, Denyse. How many others there were, I didn't know.
I went to the bar and retrieved the fallen bottle of Scotch from the sink. I took out half a dozen ice cubes and put them in the glass, filling it with straight Scotch. I walked to the window and looked at New York. So many buildings . . . lights on. there . . . and there . . . and over there. The Empire State Building seemed the most unlit of all. And the big, Port Authority buildings were not even visible from the apartment.
The liquor hit me. I had a second drink, a third drink. I wondered if I might be an alcoholic. But then I felt so good, I didn't care. I looked down at Jeanne's young body, naked and so contented, a smile on her lips. I curled into the bed beside her. I felt her body flesh near mine, touching mine.
And I went to sleep as soundly as Jeanne.
CHAPTER FIVE
The shrillest ring ever invented for an alarm clock is nothing to compare to being awakened from a sound and peaceful slumber by the incessant, "ring-pause-ring-pause-ring-" of a telephone. I barely had time to realize where I was and what had happened before I was scrambling over Jeanne's naked body to pick up the phone on the night table by her side of the bed..
"Hello . . . ," I said, yawning, noting that it was ten o'clock in the morning.
"This must be Mrs. Hathaway . . . am I correct?" the very recognizable voice of Denyse DeFontayne inquired with both anger and caution.
"Oh . . . yes, Denyse," I replied, putting everything into place. "It's all right. You can talk freely. Only Jeanne and I are here and we. . . ."
"It's not all right!" her heavy, domineering voice was quick to tell me. "I told you Jeanne could go out with you . . . not spend all the night and half the next day. Goddam you, Norma, I don't know quite what you're up to, but I'll find out! This is a working day for Jeanne! I've had the studio set up since eight this morning for her try out shots! I'm having a catered luncheon for her here at noon so she can meet some of the production people for the ad agencies and designers! Where. . . ."
"Look, Denyse . . . I'm very sorry!" I yelled at the woman as poor Jeanne was desperately trying to hear every word and obviously a little frightened. "I forgot to set the alarm and we overslept. She's right here ... do you want to . . . ."
"Overslept!" Denyse's voice raged at me again. "Did I tell you you could go to bed with Jeanne . . . sleep with her? I'm generally a rather generous person, Norma, but things can get out of hand sometimes. Next time you're over to visit us or for a little Club Lesbos meeting, I'd like to have a talk with you."
"I'm surprised I'm still invited," I told her.
"Why shouldn't you be?" Denyse said, her anger disappearing as her male-like double-standard revealed itself. "I like you very much, darling. I want you to feel welcome here. You're a lovely find and it's a pity I couldn't have known you sooner. But I do need Jeanne here now, and I'm not too happy about this. Perhaps . . . you'll make it up to me in a very personal way sometime."
"Perhaps," I answered, a little puzzled. "I'll see that your new model gets there right away."
"Thank you, darling . . . goodbye," she said, then hung up.
As I put the phone down, I was aware of the noise of water running in the bathroom, and Jeanne's absence. She was taking a quick shower, obviously and did not hear the last part of Denyse's "proposition". I was upset because it appeared that if Jeanne and I were ever to be alone together, we would have to cheat on both my husband and Denyse. Yet I was still vitally interested in the Club Lesbos idea, and Denyse. I saw arguments and conflicts in the future, but no major problems. Not then, at least. I felt confident in the fact that I thought we each had so much on each other, no one could afford to "kiss and tell".
"Good morning, darling," I greeted Jeanne as she stepped out of the shower stall on to the bath mat and began to quickly dab-dry her beautiful, naked body. "I'm sorry we couldn't have awakened in each others arms . . . and legs . . . and . . ."
"I am too, Norma . . . very sorry, my dear one," Jeanne said softly, joining her lips with mine in a lingering French kiss. "Oh, I love you, Norma. But Denyse is possessive, and subject to fits of anger, bossiness, domineering. I had told her I'd be ready to do some practice modeling and let her make publicity shots this morning. And I knew about the luncheon-which I'll still make.
"Last night . . . you made me forget about everything but us. Nothing else existed but our love, Norma. You made me what I am, Norma, and I love you for it. I've always loved you and wanted you. It's a shame it has to be this way. But we'll figure something out. Denyse has Juanita and all her other girlfriends . . . we'll see each other alone, as well as at the parties.
"Here, help me get dressed and fix my hair, darling . . . and call me a cab. . . ."
"Ha!" I laughed, nuzzling her soft, naked shoulders as she worked on her hair. "You're still a little girl from Texas. If I called a cab for a Fifth Avenue address, they'd think I was crazy. You just walk out the front entrance and tell the doorman you want a taxi. He'll flag one for you in two seconds....."
Suddenly I was surrounded and covered up in my new well of loneliness. I had just kissed Jeanne goodbye and closed the door behind her. I stood there naked in the ornately furnished living room of the big Fifth Avenue apartment-a poor little rich girl. Jeanne had reentered my life so quickly and beautifully that I had been heady with the joy of it, with the bright promise of a new and wonderful sex life that I could live in private, away from Kenneth and the family.
And there was really no logical reason for me to think that my dream would not come completely true. Yet, when Jeanne left, I felt more alone, more isolated, than ever before in my life. I had resigned myself to the loneliness of being a "prisoner" to an old man and his family. I had even cheered myself with the fact that I was to inherit one third of his fortune when he died-several million dollars. And I would probably be still young enough to enjoy it, to find a new life and happiness, I had reasoned.
That was before I had discovered the beauty, the lust, the magnetically fateful strength of Lesbian love, and rediscovered Jeanne. I was lonelier than ever then as I walked into the kitchen and mechanically perked some coffee and fixed myself breakfast. I ate it all, but it had no taste. I was not hungry. I was not satisfied. Food seemed neutral. The coffee tasted like polluted water.
I walked back into the big bedroom, still naked, and looked out of the window. As I sat there staring at New York by daylight, it was very cold and un-romantic. The phallic symbols of a hundred skyscrapers did not concern me, but thoughts of Jeanne did. I looked but did not see, really. A big building was under construction to my right, and workmen were busy with welding, riveting, carpentering, cranes were lifting pre-fab concrete sections into place.
And all I thought of was Jeanne. I watched my hand roam over my breasts, the palm teasing the big nipples to erection. I then rubbed them until the itch between my upper thighs was quite strong. I pushed my hand across my stomach and through my hairy mound. The fingers touched the moistness of my cunt and pressed against my clit.
"Jeanne . . . oh, Jeanne, I want you, darling!" I cried out to myself, and then my arousal became more general! "Denyse . . . Juanita . . . Laura Lee! You all look so delicious naked, I don't know who to eat first. You're all dripping....."
I closed my eyes and I could see them all standing naked before me, thrusting their cunts out, inviting me to taste their flavors, suck their juices, lick their sexy buttocks. And there was Jeanne, naked too, standing beside me. "They'll have to eat us first," she said, and we both lay down on the thick carpet. The three girls came over and began to lick and suck our bodies as Jeanne and I engaged in a 69 sideways. I could feel tongues, fingers, hands, wet cunts, breasts, nipples, all over me.
"Oh, what a beautiful orgasm!" I exclaimed aloud, opening my eyes to find the same buildings, the same construction workers, the same traffic-clogged Fifth Avenue below. And I was alone.
The air conditioning made me shiver, and I decided to take a long, warm, relaxing shower. And then I would dress and go out to lunch at some exciting place, maybe try to give Jeanne a telephone call about three in the afternoon . . . maybe. And then I would get an early train back to Pleasantville before the rush hour, and a cab home. I would settle back into the life I had known for several years.
But there was so much promise! I radiated with feeling and pleasurable sensations as I sudsed my body creamily and washed all over, arousing myself pleasantly as I bathed my breasts' and pussy. Yes, I was feeling a lot better. Every day, I could go to the shopping center near home and call Jeanne. And I would see her a lot too, both at the parties and alone. It would all work out. I was filled with new hope and confidence as I stepped out on the bath mat and took a clean Turkish towel from the bathroom closet.
Only then, did I realize I was not alone!
"Ken!" I cried out, covering myself awkwardly with the towel as I looked at the confident smirk on my stepson's attractive, 36 year old face as he watched me and sipped leisurely from a glass of Bourbon on the rocks. "What . . . when did you come in ... ? Get out, Ken. I'm naked. . . ."
"Yes, I know," he said with a harsh, smutty laugh, smiling at me. "I would have announced myself when I first came into the apartment, but you were putting on such an exciting show-your self orgy in front of the window-that I was speechless. Jeanne must be quite a girl. She couldn't wait to get between those beautiful legs, could she . . . Mother? These ripped and torn pantyhose could tell quite a story, I imagine....."
I was speechless as I saw the torn pantyhose dangling from his left hand as he sipped on his drink, held in his right hand. How much did he know? Had he followed me? Had he been in the apartment last night? No! Impossible. I bolted the doors from the inside. Unless ... he had come to the apartment first, guessing that I might bring my girlfriend there. I was on the verge of panicl "And you could act so well in the new rage of sex movies," Ken commented, leering as he sniffed the torn crotch of the pantyhose, then took them away from his face. "Ah, the beauty and wonder of Lesbian love! What was it you were saying in the bedroom there a moment ago? 'Jeanne' Jeanne, I want you . . . Denyse, Juanita, Laura Lee . . .' My God, Mother dear, I never realized you had so many . . . lovers! I'd love to meet some of them. I'd love to meet Jeanne especially."
"I'll deny anything you say!" I said angrily, trying to slip on my terry-cloth robe without revealing too much. "You have a great imagination, Ken. Most men do. You can't seem to realize that two girls who were close friends would enjoy spending a night talking for hours on end. Kenneth is perfectly aware that I invited Jeanne to spend the night with me."
I was amazed at myself. I was not cracking up under the strain, the awful guilt feeling that pounded through my brain. I tied the sash around the robe and put my feet in a pair of slippers and shoved right past Ken as I went into the bedroom.
"Your father wouldn't approve of' your breaking in on me like this, Ken," I continued my counterattack more bravely. "If you don't leave right now, I may just call him on his private line at the office."
"Ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha!" Ken burst out in ribald laughter, sauntering into the bedroom and fixing himself a fresh drink, glancing over at me, then pouring a liberal amount of Scotch into a glass with ice cubes. "Here, Norma . . . have a drink. And if you want to call Father, be my guest. And then I'll be glad to tell him I was worried about you and dropped by here. The bedroom door was open and there was water running in the shower. When I found the ripped up pantyhose, I became very, very worried. Murderers and rapists use stockings to strangle their victims. And how many movies have I seen where the rape-murder victim's body was found in a running shower or immersed in an overflowing bathtub?
"No way, Mother Norma. I only did what anyone would have done under the same circumstances. Did I make a pass at you? Did I touch you? Did I ogle and make remarks about how sexy you look naked. Did I pantingly beg you to let me do anything immoral or illegal? Did I?"
"You have got a vivid imagination," I responded, avoiding his question, becoming a little less confident. "Jeanne and I had a wonderful time. We had a little too much to drink. It was hilarious. After I took off my pantyhose while we were getting ready for bed, she wanted to play a game of tug-of-war with me while I still had one leg of them in my hand."
"Beautiful . . . beautiful story," Ken observed, throwing his head back to toss some of the wavy blonde mass back on top, where it belonged, and pocketing the torn pantyhose. If that was all the evidence I had, you might get by with it."
"What ... what the hell do you mean - 'evidence?' I blared, gulping down the cold Scotch and fixing myself another one. "I told you that Kenneth knows Jeanne spent the night with me here. I told him, and he thoroughly approved!"
"Yes . . . Father told me this morning, " Ken admitted, perching his elbow at the end of the bar and staring at me with his X-ray leer. "I ... I didn't want to upset him . . . just then. So I did not mention that Cissy and I left home right after supper last night to pick up a very trusted friend of hers and then beat the train you were on into Manhattan.
"Cissy knew you were going to meet Jeanne at Denyse DeFontayne's . . . not at her 'hotel', as you told Father. Well . . . by 9:30 last night, Cissy, her friend, and I were double parked right across the street from Miss DeFontayne's building. We all three saw you enter at 9:40. We saw a very sexy and well-known young Negro model enter too. And it was over an hour, probably almost two hours later, that we saw you and Jeanne leave and walk up to the Lexington Avenue corner and grab a taxi.
"We thought you looked very sweet, very lovable. Arms together, pausing to hug and kiss and embrace!"
"Girlfriends ... do that quite often," I said hesitantly, pouring another drink and feeling the panic approach once more. "And . . . well, I just couldn't barge in and say nothing more than 'hello' to Jeanne's new employer. And . . . then another one of her regular models came by for a social visit. You have a nasty imagination, Ken."
"Sure . . . and so will Father when all three of us tell him exactly what we saw!" Ken said, moving toward me and pointing his finger at me accusingly. "You lied to him. Why? Why did you tell him you were going to meet Jeanne at her hotel? Why? Because you know how he feels about homosexuality, males or females either one! And Cissy had just let you know that it was common knowledge that Denyse DeFontayne is widely known to be a butch Les, and that anyone who models for her has to give in to her sex wants and desires! Let's see . . . that means that we have solid evidence you were in the company of at least three notorious Lesbians for over two hours in the apartment of the woman famous for her Club Lesbos. Next, you were seen kissing and embracing on a public street with a girl who, because of her relationship with Denyse, must be a Lesbian. And then you took her up to our otherwise unoccupied apartment-right here-and started ripping each others' clothes off and . . . And look at that bed! It's pretty obvious two people had a ball there last night!
"And now, Mother, Norma . . . the prosecution rests!"
I could see him reading my mind as I gulped down yet another drink. I was guilty as hell, and I knew that he knew. Ken's an unscrupulous bastard. His mind was as awful and sick and tormented as mine. It takes one to know one. But there was no guilt on his part. He was a single man. He could lead any kind of life he wanted to and get away with it. Anything but a homosexual act would keep him in the good graces of Kenneth.
"Is . . . that all you have to say?" I asked, shaking, ready to burst into tears. "Are you and Cissy and her friend going to tell Kenneth now? Is that your plan? Is it?"
"I don't know, Norma," he said, slumping into a chair by the bed and holding his head in his hands, appearing as troubled as I was. "He'd divorce you immediately, if we did, of course. He'd find a way. And . . . well, you know the terms of his will. Cissy, you and I are to receive one third of the estate each. But it has that damned moral-turptude clause in it. It's spelled right out! I don't recall the exact wording, but it's something like - 'If any of the benefactors mentioned in this document should be known to have committed disgraceful and/or immoral acts during the time between the filing of this will and testament and my death, they shall be excluded entirely, thereby receiving no financial or property benefits from this estate. Even the documented circumstantial evidence of immoral, particularly homosexual, conduct will serve to exclude such person. . . . etc., etc., etc'. Poor old Dad and his hang-up about homosexuality ... to even spell it out in his will!"
I remained silent, sipping slowly on my new drink as I sat on one of the bar stools close to Ken.
At first, I had not realized that he was putting on an act. He could not have cared less for "poor old Dad". It was his way of telling me that he and Cissy held a noose around my neck. If they told him, I would be thrown out without a dime . . . worse off than when I was 19 and looking forward to life. I was not qualified to do anything productive. I couldn't even type!
"You and Cissy would do anything, I guess, to keep me out of that will," I commented meekly, the whiskey hitting me. "A hundred million dollars net worth . . . that's what I heard. You'd rather have fifty million each than thirty-three and a third million. Yeah . . . ha-hal Oh, it's hilarious, isn't it, Ken? What the hell are you going to do with the extra sixteen or seventeen million? Will it buy Cissy more husbands? Will it buy you out of more paternity cases?"
"There's no proof of that!" Ken snapped, turning around to me and slamming his glass on the bar until most of his drink sloshed out. "I've denied every one of them! Father knows how cheap and trampish some girls are. It was his idea to pay them off and forget it."
"And Cissy . . . and Lisette," I said slowly, more in charge of myself and not giving a damn. "I know what's going on there! What would 'poor old Dad' think of Lisette taking an hour and longer to give Cissy a bath almost every day?"
"Lisette can be bought!" Ken declared, reaching over the bar to get a bottle of whiskey and replenish his drink as he faced me angrily. "She'd deny it to her dying day. Father would blame you for having an evil mind if you ever brought that up. It's your word and your word only! And besides, as Cissy told you, we are used to luxurious treatment from servants. If I have a Turkish bath and massage at my club three times a week, does my father think I'm queer for the masseur? Of course not.
"Norma . . . you don't know how to live the life of people who have money, and who have had money all their lives! You've lost the battle! And . . . you know it....."
"What ... is it you want from me?" I asked in total defeat, holding my head with my right hand and staring at him. "You are one thousand percent right in every accusation you've made. I have no defense.. . ."
"Well!" Ken cut me off with a sudden change of mood, and even a smile that was not a smirk. "You're showing some common sense for a change, Norma. Cissy and I know that Father's ideas are old fashioned, restricting . . . terrible! But we play the game! Cissy gets a nice, clean divorce when she wants to switch out of house lovers. I deny and pay "Wait . . . wait just a second, goddam you!" I interrupted, my brain functioning remarkably well. "You said 'out of house lovers'. That could refer to her Lesbian bits with Lisette. But Lisette's only been working for us a few months or more. Damn! You're having sex with your own sister! You and Cissy are lovers! It has to be . . . the time I saw you sneaking into her bedroom! The day at the beach when you shared a bath cabin. I didn't think anything of it at the time. But now I know. You're having incest with Cissy!"
I had blown it. I had made my big accusation of something I considered far more forbidden than homosexuality. But Ken just fixed me with that stare. He was a leering, corrupt, creature of sex again. His eyes looked down at my legs exposed by the gaping robe. They traveled up my body until he was staring into my eyes again. I knew and he knew I knew. We telegraphed in the same telepathic way of communication that I experienced with Jeanne.
I was high enough to think things out. Cissy was a very sexy female. In spite of his slightly effeminate neatness, Ken was quite sexually attractive too. They were very, very close, close enough for anything. And the gleam in his eye told me more. He wanted me. Cissy wanted me. They had evidence about my affair with Jeanne, visiting Denyse DeFontayne's. I had nothing on them. - I raised my eyes to Ken's again. The confident smirk was on his lips. Or maybe it was more of a leering, corrupt, debauched and obscene grin. His eyes refused to leave mine as he took off his jacket to his suit and backed the few feet to the chair by the bed. He hung it over the back of the chair. He took off his tie and folded it over the jacket. He unbuttoned his shirt and put it over the back too.
I turned away from him and went behind the bar. I had to have another drink. I was slightly dizzy as it was, but I needed the drink. It was early, barely eleven in the morning. If I got drunk, I figured that I could sleep it off, take a fresh shower and still be back at our home by 6:30, the time Kenneth and Ken usually arrived home (except for Wednesday, their "early day").
The iced Scotch trickled tastily down my throat and mellowed me even more. When I looked up and saw Ken walking to the bar completely naked and with at least half an erection, my reaction was neutral. I felt absolutely nothing at that moment, but I forced a smile, and I looked at him as if to say- "Okay, Sonny Boy. You call the shots. I don't care. You want me? Want me to suck your cock? Want me to . . . suck your . . . cock. . . . ?"
I looked at his lean, slim, clean, fresh body up and down. He had very light hairs on his body, except for the pubic hairs. They were a light brown, compared to the blonde, wavy mop on his head. Ken had no muscular, no super-virile appearance. He was almost as fresh, neat and clean as a female with no breast developement! I was still behind the bar, but just as he moved up and sat down on one of the stools, I thought I saw his cock rising more.
"I'll have a refill on the drink, barmaid," he said, pushing his glass to the back of the bar and smiling at me for the first time I had known him with what might be called at least normal, friendly and flirtatious sexual interest. "And let me buy you a fresh one too. I . . . I'll go put some money in the jukebox while I'm waiting. Maybe you'd like to dance a little later. . . ."
Ken walked over to the stereo his father had ordered built in only the year before. He tuned in one of the FM stations that plays uninterrupted, 15 minute segments of dreamy, romantic, nostalgic music. Just the music, no vocals, unless maybe a sort of choral introduction or conclusion of the theme of a melody. As he worked with the dials to be sure that the station was tuned just right (it was a multiplex station and he cupped one ear and then the other to see that the different sounds were balanced from the separated loudspeakers), I took a great interest in his body.
My feelings were no longer neutral, I realized. In fact, there was the old itch between my legs again. In a way, it made ne feel very good. Although he was my husband's son ... he was a male. If he was capable of turning me on, that would mean I was not a real Lesbian! I could be bi-sexual, but not a homosexual. And that made me wonder if my guilt feelings had more to do with my own hostility toward homosexuality than with my fidelity to Kenneth.
I had been so engrossed in deep thought that I had not even fixed the drinks. When Ken came back to sit back at the bar, I noticed that his cock was much larger than I had thought! He was almost fully hard, and he was amused as I tried to look over the bar at it when he sat down.
"Where the hell are the goddam drinks?" he yelled at me, then without warning, slapped me brutally across my face. "You want some more of that, Norma . . . and you'll get it! Maybe . . . you don't fully understand what Cissy and I can do. Father's got a bad heart, you know. He could go tomorrow ... or last for several years. But whenever he dies, we can have you cut out of that will one thousand percent!
"Get that fucking drink fixed for me ... and have another one yourself, if you think you can take it . . . lush! Yeah . . . Cissy and I know you're a lush. Father wouldn't care for that either ... if we had Lisette tell him how much booze you consume in a week. Oh, don't blame Lisette. She's a pretty helpless pawn too. Cissy hired her after her former employer was going to kick her out . . . turn in a report to the visa office that she was 'immoral and unfit' to be allowed to stay in the country. Listen to me, Mother Norma! Lisette goes along with Cissy one thousand percent! She has to. She has to because unless she can get about three more years in this country as a good person of 'moral quality' . . . she'll never get that American citizenship. And she'd give her life for that!"
I quickly fixed our drinks and set them up on the bar. I noticed that the top of my robe was gaping open and exposing most of my large breasts (perhaps that was what made him hard). I put both the Bourbon and Scotch bottles up on the bar, having filled our glasses with abundant ice, and then walked around and sat beside Ken.
"You want to fuck me, don't you?" I said brazenly, untying the sash at my waist. "Well . . . why not? I gather that you and Cissy have your fun, and keep it from Kenneth-dear old Dad! Why shouldn't I enjoy myself too? Oh, you've got a beautiful cock, Ken? May I eat you?"
"You're coming around too fast!" he said, holding up his hand. "You're goddam right, I want to fuck you. But there is one hell of a lot more to sex than fucking! You think I want to stick it in you and shoot off? No, Norma. I like things a little different . . . out of the ordinary crap . . . the missionary position, sucking off . . . what if I told you I wanted to watch you being sucked off by those . . . those Lesbians at Club Lesbos?"
"No go," I replied, trying to focus my eyes on his cock as I grabbed hold of it. "Most of them are pure Les-no men. Men are poison to them. . . ."
"What about your friend Jeanne?" he asked, reveling in my pumping up and down of his surprisingly large and hard cock (the flesh was very white and only the large vein on top showed up to any degree). "She's a model . . . must have to satisfy a man every now and then. Huh?"
"You like her, don't you?" I asked, realizing that I was capable of jealousy too.
"Yeah . . . and so would Cissy!" he said, his eyes blaring at me. "Sure, Norma . . . you're right. Cissy likes her girls, but she likes me better. None of her shitty husbands could take her away from me. She can't live without this cock! She's had this cock since we were kids, and she loves it! Ha! And you like the nice, hard, fucking feel of it, don't you?"
"What if I told you . . . I'd rather suck it off?" I asked bluntly.
"Why?" he said with a laugh, adding, "Afraid I'll make you pregnant! I had the vasectomy bit when I was 19 years old! That's why Father knew I was being taken on those paternity charges. But the cunts could have made a flap. I had been fucking them. Hey . . . you like that nice, hard cock, don't you? You like to feel it and play with it? That's good cock, isn't it?"
"Yes ... I want to suck it," I said very casually, sophisticatedly. "I want to suck your cock, Ken . . . and swallow down your come . . . every drop! Does that surprise you?"
"Hell, no!" he answered me with his degrading laugh, looking down at my fingers as they toyed and teased the big cock, suggested going under the cock. "I'm hip to what Father likes. He can't get it up much any more . . . but a nice, young thing like you . . . you can make him get his nuts off if you suck it long enough and play up to his quirks."
"And what do you like, Ken?" I asked him with deliberate sexiness, leaning over to suck his right nipple between my teeth. "Do you like that? Do you want to watch me masturbate? Out with it, Ken!
You've got me over a barrel and....."
"Ha! Over a barrel!" he repeated amidst gales of obscene laughter. "Yeah ... I'd like to stick this big, hard cock right up your fucking ass . . . Mother dear. Would that make me a motherfucker? Ha! Ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha! Come on, cunt . . . let's take off that silly, goddam robe and be naked like me ... . huh?"
I got off the bar stool and took off my robe, standing before him naked. The way he looked at me was far different than in the bathroom an hour or less before. The naked body he saw at the bar then was his. I was his slave! And I stood there, like a nude statue, thrusting out my large breasts. I waited for his next move, and I vowed to myself not to be surprised, no matter what he wanted to do.
"Very good goods!" Ken said, teasing me by running his fingers over my breasts, especially the nipples, then down over my belly and into the pubic hair. "That's one thing that gets me . . . that little mound of fatty, firm flesh right above your cunt Yours is good . . . lots of gristly meat . . . but smooth under that thick rug of black hair. I'm not used to black cunt hair very much. . . ."
"Don't you have sex with anyone but Cissy . . . and Lisette?" I asked, my lips curling into a seductive smile as I let my naked body sway beneath his fingertips. "Doesn't your father ever think it strange that you don't have an interest in other girls?"
"He could care less," Ken laughed, sipping from his drink and holding mine up to my mouth. "Ah . . . good stuff! All Father thinks about is making more money . . . and you! But, I date other girls occasionally. You know, the country-club bitches in 'our' set. Sometimes they fuck, sometimes they don't. Ha! I dated that crazy bitch Martha Springer last month. After the first fuck, it was easy to tell why she's never been married."
"Oh!" I said with interest, remembering the attractive redhead very well. "Does she like girls?"
"Nope," Ken replied teasing his fingers more and more into my pubic hair. "I took her to a motel one night. We had a drink, and she was already undressing. She let me fuck her . . . like a damned log. And then she got me all hot again by playing with my cock and sucking it. I thought maybe she was really going to enjoy it the second time. But what does she want? She looked up at me and said, 'Ken, ... I want a young boy! You know some of the young caddies at the golf course . . . or maybe they have younger brothers. I want a boy with no hair . . . and whose balls haven't dropped yet . . .' I suppose it would have been kicks watching her with a kid, she claims she used to have a lot of them when her old man was a diplomat in Asia, but I'm not about to get in that kind of trouble."
"Hm-mmm," I mused, playing with the head of his cock and teasingly fingering his balls, trying to analyze that last statement. "But ... if there wasn't any possibility of getting in trouble . . . would you enjoy a young boy too? It sounds . . . sort of interesting. . . ."
"Oh, hell, I've sucked a cock here and there . .
who hasn't?" he came right out with no shame. "But she wanted one right then . . . wanted me to go right out and find a young boy! Now, if you want to take plenty of time, play it careful ... I know where we can pick up some damned young teenagers in the Bronx."
"How did we ever get on that subject?" I asked, more interested in action then! "What's your particular desire with a woman like me?"
"The usual . . . fucking . . . sucking," he said with an indifferent shrug, but his cock was throbbing! "I like to watch two girls with each other. And . . . turn around a minute, Norma. Turn around, godammit! Or have you forgotten that you're over a barrel anyway? Now, lean way, way over the bar stool. Oh, that's a nice ass . . . Mother!"
It was sticking up almost in his face too, and I was becoming more and more itchy. I wanted him to do something, but I was almost afraid, because he seemed so matter-of-fact, so cold. When he asked me to lean over was the first time he had shown any demonstrative interest in me, except to tease my cunt hairs and say things that aroused me.
The itch between my legs throbbed when I felt his hands opening, spreading the cheeks of my ass! I could feel his hot breath as his face came closer and he seemed to be examining my asshole and crease very closely. I was dripping from my cunt, and he took a linen napkin from a pile of them at the edge of the bar and reached under to wipe me dry. But the cloth rubbing around and then inside my pussy, against my sensitive clitoris and inner lips, only served to turn me on more.
I gasped, sighed, wriggled my body. He liked that. I could hear him breathing faster as he took the linen napkin out, rolled it up and began to slowly insert one end of it into my cunt with a twisting, screwing motion. When it was only an inch or a little more inside me, he stopped.
"There . . . that's going to be nice," he commented breathlessly, then leaned over me and put his face against mine, kissing my ear lobes and neck. "You're nice and clean . . . perfumed soap, but none of that smelly cologne and junk. You stay right here and let that napkin soak up some more of your cunt juices, Mother dear. I'll be right back....."
I watched him walk out the door and down the hall to the bedroom that was his. Each bedroom had a private bath and was very well furnished and equipped. I was very anxious and a little tense. But the music seemed to make me feel more comfortably sexy. Of course, the Scotch had a lot to do with it too. After he had been gone two minutes or more, I moved my ass around and could feel the linen napkin becoming soaked in my cunt. The texture of the material was different. It stimulated me with sensations I had not experienced before, and I wanted Ken to hurry back. I wanted him to twist the rolled napkin in me farther so that I could feel the linen rub strongly against me.
My curiosity and suspense increased with every second that he was gone. I thought I heard him talking to someone on the telephone, and my mind immediately pictured a third party arriving-Cissy? A male friend? Some other girl? It was fairly obvious that he wanted to do something regarding my ass. But if he wanted to fuck me there, why was he plugging up my pussy, which could provide the much needed lubricants? And then I felt a little bit uneasy. Was he going to force-fuck my anus with no lubrication? That would be as bad as when Kenneth jabbed me there with one or two fingers. My body began to shudder when he came back into the room.
"What . . . were you doing?" I asked, obediently in the same position as he left me, and noticing a small, glass vial filled with an almost colorless liquid in his hand. "What . . . what's that?"
"No questions now, Norma dear," he said, acting like a mischievous little boy doing delightfully 'naughty' things when his parents were away. "I think surprises are so nice. But ... I could have alcohol or lighter fluid in the glass vial. Maybe I'm going to soak your pretty cunt in it, light it . . . and do like the French pilots . . . fighter pilots-go down in flames! Ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha!
"Maybe that's the idea . . . maybe not. I was a fighter pilot, you know. No draft-dodger me, my dear, Of course there was no war then, and I wanted something exciting to do, and there was a possibility I might be drafted. So I joined the Air Force and served my country honorably ... stationed in Germany and France most of my time . . . fucking the little Frenchies and the fraeuleins" "You . . . must have had a good time there," I said, moaning pleasurably as he twisted the soaked linen napkin further up into my cunt. "Did you try these cute little tricks on them?"
"I was a mere babe then, Norma," he replied, crouching at my side and kissing my breasts and face as he continued to work on getting the napkin in farther. "Twenty-two years old. But the French and German girls taught me a lot about sex. When I was stationed at Chateauroux, France, I met this beautiful young girl from a very cultured and respectable family . . . royalty in the background and all that. Her father was dead, and her mother was; almost as beautiful as you are.
"Their noble births had nothing to do with their financial condition, and they were so bad off they rented rooms at their villa to American servicemen and their wives who didn't have quarters on their base. I was very good to them, bought them a lot of things at the P-X. Oh, I was fucking the daughter, of course. And she was a pretty bizarre little creature too. She liked to walk through the streets late at night to watch men peeing. That's quite common over there, you know.
"One evening, when 15 year old Yvonne and I were smooching on the couch and drinking the best brandy, her mother came in to join us. We all became drunk and loving, and before long . . . we were all three naked, and there I was-fucking Yvonne while her mother watched. You have no idea, Norma, what a tremendous sexual impact something like that has on a man. Oh . . . the napkin's all the way in. Does it hurt?"
"No ... it feels good," I answered truthfully, rotating my buttocks sensually. "But . . . what are you going to do to me? Who did you call on the phone when you were gone. . . ."
"I noticed the gleam in Yvonne's mother's eyes as she watched my cock go in and out of her lovely 15 year old daughter," he continued, ignoring my question deliberately, arousing me in three different ways! "I was fucking her on the couch. Yvonne was crying it was so good. Her mother came and joined us, and then we went to her bedroom . . . the three of us naked in bed. I was so psyched, I could fuck Yvonne, let her suck me up hard again in five minutes, then fuck hell out of her horny mother, while Yvonne lay beside us and kissed and whispered horny things about how she liked to watch her mother be fucked.
"They acted funny when I first asked them to kiss and feel each other . . . but then they got hot. Yvonne could get my dick up kissing me on the mouth. So, they got with it! Yvonne had a body a little like your friend, Jeanne, I imagine. Her mother was bigger, but solid-firm tits, firm ass, big thighs. I got hard again watching them kiss and rub their cunts together.
"I persuaded them to get on the bed and eat each others' pussies. Oh, Norma . . . Norma! I had never been so aroused in my life! I had seen fuck movies and jacked off when I was in high school, but . . to watch a beautiful woman of 32 or 33 sucking the little pussy of her own, 15 year old daughter!
"Yvonne's ass twitched, and I pushed her mother's head aside just so I could watch the woman's crazy tongue lapping and licking in the juicy hole I had been fucking. Yvonne's blonde hair was soft, still: very soft and light on her pussy. I held her lips open so that I could see her mother's big tongue licking and lapping way inside the tight pussy!
"I moved down by the side of their bodies. I felt between the woman's big tits and her daughter's flat, smooth, palpitating belly. Tender! Juicy! Mother and daughter! You would . . . have loved to see it, Norma. I know . . . because I know now what kind of woman you are. You're the kind I like ... the kind Cissy likes. And when you get Cissy in that Lesbian club, Cissy can do a lot of things for you, Norma....."
"What . . . what's that funny smell?" I interrupted, sniffing a sweet, yet stringent odor that I had not noticed before. "Is it . . . chewing gum? Are you chewing gum, Ken?"
"No ... I was a few minutes ago. Peppermint or spearmint or something," he replied.
"Yes . . . yes, that must be it . . . peppermint," I responded, but I was not convinced that he was telling me the truth, could not understand at that 'innocent' moment why such an odor would have any significance. "Go on, Ken. Keep twisting the napkin a little and tell me the rest of the story. You're making me have delicious little orgasms."
"The two girls were so with-it that they were slightly perspiring. My hand slid easily between their bodies," he went on in a very sexy, smooth voice, his breath blowing lightly in my ear. "I could turn my hand palm-up and grab and squeeze Mother's titties. Palm down, and I could feel over Yvonne's naked belly. Then . . . farther up, their navels. Her mother's navel was inverted, stuck out a little from her body. Yvonne's was a nice little dip. I used to drink champagne out of it sometimes.
"As I slid my hand out, I guided the mother's inverted navel into her daughter's regular navel! I told them to fuck navels! And they did! They began to slap their stomachs together, and I knelt by their sides to see the inverted navel go in and out of the girl's! It was marvelous! I came all over the floor, but went right on enjoying myself.
"The pressure of Yvonne's breasts pressing up up against her mother's belly was very sexy to feel too. And I had one free hand that seemed anxious to do something. Why? Ah-ha! There was the woman's big, fat, shapely ass! It was going up and down as Yvonne licked and sucked at the hairy crotch. Ah! Big ass! I began to spank the living hell out of the woman's buttocks. Yvonne screamed and begged me not to. Her mother was crying and telling me not to stop at the same time!
"I continued to spank and spank and spank those two, reddening mounds of meat! She began to have orgasms, and I moved down a little farther and spread the cheeks of her ass and looked between them. Oh, what a perfect view, Norma! My cock started getting hard immediately when I saw little Yvonne's tongue lapping up the juices from her mother's open cunt. She diddled her tongue into the red and pink recesses of the woman's fat-lipped pussy and almost put her whole face in it when she began to suck it real loudly.
"My cock started to throbbing on me, Norma! My mind fathomed the most beautiful sex scene I could imagine! I had already fucked the 15 year old daughter many times, and fucked her mother that1 night and been sucked off by both of them. But when I looked down over that asshole and saw Yvonne's tongue doing its work, I slid up on the bed, with my knees straddling Yvonne! It was wild, Norma!
"It was awkward to get into position because the backs of my knees were right in little Yvonne's hairy armpits-they don't shave them in Europe, you know -and they made her mother's legs spread extra wide. But once we got into position, it was the most beautiful and wonderful thing I had ever dreamed of!
"My ass was on Yvonne's young face. Her hands opened the cheeks and her little tongue was treating my asshole and the area under my balls to wonderful French sex! And then! Then, I put the head of my throbbing cock into her mother's asshole and shoved it home, after I had juiced it in her cunt a few strokes to get it ready. The woman screamed! But I was like a sadistic madman ... a fiend! Her ass was tight! But I was so hard and horny that I kept fucking her. I was soon fucking my whole cock into her ass and let go with a big load of come as Yvonne still licked my asshole.
"Later, her mother admitted that she liked it. Each time I was there after that, I had to fuck Monique, Yvonne's mother, in her ass! And the end of the story is that I lost interest in Yvonne, and I saw her mother for sex almost every night until I was transferred back to the States for separation.
"Oh . . . oh, Ken!" I exclaimed, feeling his thumb at my anus as he continued to move the rolled napkin that was blocking my cunt. "Oh, Ken! I'm coming again ... oh ... so .. . goo-ood. . . oh....."
The story he told me made things fit together It was my ass he wanted, and he deliberately teased me with his sexy voiced account of the French adventure as well as by blocking off my cunt. He was getting closer by thumbing my anus. But I still wondered if he was going to lubricate my anus! Even if he rimmed it with his tongue, I knew that my ass was too tight to take a cock as big as his.
I wanted to suck his cock long and leisurely, which would have helped some. But I wanted something more greasy or oily, at least my cunt juices! Why had he plugged up my cunt! And the odor! The strange, strong, sweet, mint odor. What was it? The suspense and anxiety built up in me until I was ready to scream!
Just at that moment, Ken moved the next bar stool over so that I could rest my head on it. Immediately, I felt less dizzy and turned my head toward him. His cock was right at my mouth. I covered the white, neat shaft with my mouth and began to tongue and suck it, letting all the saliva possible lubricate it. He began to thrust his ass back and forth, fucking my mouth. I had a sudden desire to suck him off right then and taste his come! I wanted to take his come and let it roll over my tongue and then swallow it!
"Oh, no, Mother Norma," he said, stepping back and making his cock slide from my mouth as he grabbed a clean linen napkin to wipe the rod dry. "I know what you're thinking. You don't want me to jab this hard one up your ass unless it's well greased! Yeah . . , you know what I'm going to do now . . . but you don't know all of it.
"When I was looking at that .... "brownie', I believe you call it in the South, I noticed some pretty raw marks. Father likes to jab his fingers up girls' asses. I learned that from a whore he used to go to right after Mother died. So that means you're awfully sensitive there . . . more than I am on my cock So, we need some lubrication if I fuck your ass . . , right?"
"Yes . . . please, Ken," I begged him, although I shook with desire for him to fuck me anywhere!
"Very well!" he responded dramatically, picking up the vial of almost clear liquid he had set down on the bar. "This is oil of peppermint! A druggist I know fixes it up for me in these little vials. It's a wonderful lubricant . . . but it stings!"
I started to protest, realizing how my sore and bruised flesh would absorb the stringent liquid so painfully. But what was the use? At that moment, I was his slave. I was Cissy's slave. I grasped the rungs of the stool my head was on, like I used to grab the arms of the dentist's chair when he drilled into a nerve on a tooth he was getting ready to fill "Oh! Oh, Ken . . . it . . . it's burning me up!" I howled when he poured the first drops in my ass.
"Plea . . . please . . . something else. God . . . I'm on fire!"
My pleadings were useless, of course. He opened up my anus with his fingers and forced the hot, burning liquid deep into my ass . . . where his cock would be. I saw that the vial was over half empty. I watched him hold his hard cock from underneath and pour the rest of the oil all over it. He fondled his cock to spread it out well over the shaft and head. He dropped the small vial and its cork into an ashtray. And then he got behind me, the alignment perfect as he stood there behind my ass that was over the first bar stool!
"Ken! I'm on fire!" I screamed, feeling the perspiration pour from the sweat glands all over my body, and particularly on my face, my forehead. "Ken! Please ... be good and . . . Ah! Ah! Ah!"
The pain was excruciatingly unbearable! My tight ass was being opened by the penetration of his huge, hard cock! The stinging, burning oil seeped into more sensitive spots than before as his entrance stretched my already bruised flesh! I was hurting so much that I was just about to try to pull away from him as he plunged it all the way in!
Suddenly, although the pain and stinging, searing burning was still there, I began to enjoy it! The fucking motion of his big, nice cock . . . the way it went in and out, just like he was fucking my pussy (and I felt sure that he would do that later in our new relationship), brought a "pain of relief", perhaps a mixture of pleasure and pain that made it all seem worthwhile and exciting..
"Oh . . . oh . . . oh, Ken," I moaned as his whole body leaned over on top of mine. "You do know what kind of a female I am. God, Ken! In my ass! And I love it so much I want to kiss you. . . ."
"What . . . what if Cissy were with us?" he asked, still stroking in and out of my ass while I began to move my buttocks to meet his thrusts. "Would you like for her to be kissing your body, putting her hot and horny cunt in your face? Would you like that, Norma?"
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I screamed, picturing the usually aloof and snobbish (but pretty) stepdaughter naked and parting her legs. "Ken! I'll do anything with the two of you. Will she want me to suck her pussy? Does she secrete a lot? Is she sensitive at her anus?"
"She secretes like a leaking water fountain!" Ken said, pulling it out, pushing it in and panting like he loved it. "I've been fucking Cissy since we were kids! There's only about one other guy she'll let have her, otherwise it's me or some other girl. This is going to be a great surprise for her, Norma. Ever since the first day she saw you . . . when Father brought you back from Texas . . . she's wanted to get between your legs and with your tits. . . ."
"Did . . . did she put Lisette up to seducing me?" I asked, reaching around to feel his cock lightly as it plowed in my rectum and then eased out.
"No ... I don't think so," Ken panted. "Lisette's a two-timing little cunt, like most French bitches. Cissy caught her with the next door maid's 16 year old daughter. You know, the pretty Negro kid, Agnes? Yeah ... oh, would I liked to have seen that! But anyway, Lisette had only been here about two weeks and had promised her love to Cissy and no one else-except I was to get a little-and Cissy was having a mid-afternoon hot spell. She looked all around for Lisette, and went out to her little apartment in the servants' building and busted right into Lisette's bedroom. She said it was sexy as hell to see that blonde Lisette with her head down in Agnes' black cunt . . . and vice verse. They were sucking away like two starved pigs who had just found their mother.
"But you know Cissy. She's a mean bitch when she wants to be. She got her kicks that afternoon by beating both their asses bloody with a riding crop. Lisette couldn't do anything because she's depending on a good report from Cissy to keep her immigration visa. And Cissy threatened to tell Agnes' mother and the Tarrington's, the people she works for. Hal That was one scared little nigger' cunt, as you say in the South....."
"Oh . . . oh, Ken . . . I've never had so much cock up my ass!" I said, squirming uneasily as the peppermint oil had been absorbed and the friction was painfully dry. "Put . . . some more oil on it, Ken. I'm getting dry....."
"You're sort of in the same position little Agnes was," Ken responded, and the meanness had crept back into his voice. "You have to go along with the program, Norma. I've got a tough cock! My kick when I was in Germany was to get virgins . . . real young ones, thirteen or so. Those fucking Europeans will do anything for the right price, and money is something I've always had plenty of. . . ."
"Did they cry? Did someone have to hold them down?" I asked with increasing excitement, surprised at myself for the masochistic streak in my personality that I discovering. "Oh! Ow, Ken! You're killing me! You'll tear me open! It's dry!"
"Too bad I didn't bring in another vial of that oil of peppermint," he said, then gave out with a hollow, sadistic laugh! "But you won't die, Norma. You should have seen some of those German girls! There was a real sweet blonde about 13 . . . maybe 14, but sweet. She had a little titty on her, a good mouthful if I sucked real hard. And what a tender young ass!
"Her name was Inga . . . used to hang around the BOQ [Bachelor Officers Quarters] a lot because her mother was one of the maids there. Typical, blonde, pretty, Aryan kraut ... and her mother wasn't bad either. I use to kid with her, with both of them . . . give them a carton of cigarettes, candy, some choice steak cuts I bought from the Mess Sergeant at the Officer's Club. I'd keep it frozen in polybags in the refrigerator in the BOQ, and Inga's mother could take home three each evening-she had another kid, but no husband.
"Well ... I'd been looking up Inga's dress and used to kiss her on the lips when nobody was around. She liked it . . . liked to put her little tongue . . . in my mouth too-damn, you are getting dry and tight, but my cock can take it-and one thing led to another. Before long, she was playing with my cock and I was sucking her little kid pussy-no hair, no real lips, just a slit. But I could get her hot.
"I bought her mother a bottle of Napolean Brandy one day and put five, hundred mark bills around it with rubber bands. She asked what I wanted. Oh, she knew I wasn't doing her all those favors for nothing. And she knew that five hundred marks and the most expensive brandy in Europe was going to cost her something.
"Funny thing about those Europeans. When I told her I wanted to fuck her daughter's cherry and see if I could fuck her in the ass, the crazy woman seemed relieved! She was all for it . . . knowing she was finally going to get rid of her 'debt' to me. So, she fixed it up so that the other kid was visiting her aunt that Saturday, and she told the family who lived in the same house that she had won 500 marks on the Lotto and gave them enough to go out to a nice dinner and a movie.
"When I got there, Inga knew the deal ... at least, part of it. Her mother stayed out in the front room and Inga and I went in the bedroom and stripped. Oh, Norma, what a little body! You would have eaten her up! And that's about the first thing I did. I lapped my tongue inside that pussy and used it on her clit . . . she loved it! Said it was ten times 'sexier' than when I fingered it. I made her come for about the first time, I guess.
"I took it easy with the kid. I taught her to suck my cock and it felt so good in her little mouth that I just let the load go! And I held her head tightly . . . made her swallow every drop. She gagged a little, but she got it down. So, we played around some more and sucked each other until I had a good hard again.
"That was it, Norma! I rolled her over on her back and got between her legs! I leaned over her body and supported myself with my left hand, and I guided the head of my hard cock to that little girl's crack with my right hand! She was scared, but she was hot . . . just like you now. It hurts, but it hurts good. . . ."
"No . . . no," I protested meekly, feeling that my anal flesh was going to tear from his constant fucking. "You'll ruin me. . . ."
"Oh, shut up, godammit!" he responded, and used my buttocks for a punching bag, just like his father did! "I threw my cock into that little 13 or 14 year old girl's cunt, and I fucked her like I would a whore. The blood came out, and she was screaming! I fucked her more. And more! And more! I had a bloody cock that night! But it was good, Norma . . . good!
"When I was just about to come, I pulled out and turned her over and spread her ass. Such a tiny little asshole . . . but such a beauty! When I tried to force my wet cock in it, she screamed for her mother. So, her mother came in the room and closed the door. Yeah . . . you're right! Her mother had to hold her down on the bed . . . hold her ass open! I threw my cock in it, Norma! You would have loved it!
"My cock would hardly move at first . . . just the head of it in her anus! And the girl's mother did the rest. She pushed on my ass and I split the kid wide open! I never saw so much blood in my life, but I was so psyched, I kept fucking, fucking, fucking! I shot off in the kid and then I was exhausted! It's a tough job to fuck a virgin ass and a virgin cunt that young in the same night. But I did it, Normal "Well . . . that was all. My squadron was going to France two days later. But I tell you, Norma, that woman-her mother-she wanted me to come over again! She told me Inga was getting over it, a doctor had treated her . . . oh, what a fucking bunch of perverted cunts!"
"Please! Please, Ken!" I begged. "Yes! I know you can do anything you want with me! You could kill me! But take your cock out of my ass!"
My body was on fire, but I was hurting very much. I didn't know what else to say or do. I had let him know how much I was suffering. It was up to him to put the limit on what he was going to do. I was honestly surprised when he slapped my sore ass real hard and almost literally dragged me to his bedroom. His cock still stood at a rigid angle to his body, and I have to admit that I wanted it.
Really, I wanted to suck it! I wanted to suck the clean, young-looking cock. I wanted to taste his come! I think I knew that he knew . . . and he knew that I knew. It was a very frustrating situation. I wanted to have sex with Cissy, but he kept teasing me with demanding a promise that I get her in to Club Lesbos. I was his pawn! I was Cissy's pawn!
When he pulled his hard cock out of my ass, I suddenly became bewildered! I took off from my uncomfortable position on the stool, only to be pushed and shoved into his bedroom and thrown on the bed on my back!
"Ha! You cunt!" he growled at me as I lay back and opened my legs invitingly. "You want cock in your cunt! That's what all of you bitches want! Hell . . . even Cissy wants a good, hard cock when she can't have a sweet, nice, young girl like you to 69 with!"
For a moment, as he dangled his hard cock over me, I thought he was going to try to give me the pleasure I had longed for-a big fuck!-but no!
"Let's see how this feels?" he said, bringing over another vial of the oil of peppermint and pouring it in my cunt. "And to add to the excitement. . . ."
The sting and burn of the oil was sharper than the continuing burn of the oil absorbed in and around my anus. My clit felt like it was on fire. I had several orgasms as I squirmed around on the bed and anointed the sheets with oil drippings from my pussy. I cried, and the tears were very real, but Ken only laughed and went over to get another vial of the burning oil.
"No, Ken . . . it's enough! Enough!" I screamed, and he ignored me, of course.
My eyes followed him as he walked over to the closet and took down a locked, wooden box from a shelf. He set it on top of the dresser so I couldn't see what was in it after he opened it with a key he had hidden under something in one of the dresser drawers. I was perspiring profusely and my anxiety, curiosity and fear were making me cry more and more. I tried rubbing perspiration over the nipples of my breast, to create sexual excitement as an escape.
Knowing that my nipples were sensitive, but not so acutely as the flesh inside my pussy, I put my right index finger in my cunt and twirled it around until it was well coated. I applied it to both nipples, then rubbed around in a circle on them one at a time. The oil was stronger than I thought! The burning sensation went right through the often sucked flesh and I began to cry again. I put the tip of my finger to my mouth . . . just touched it with the tip of my tongue. It too felt as if it were on fire, and only then did I fully appreciate how strong the concentration was.
"What ... oh, God, Ken! What are you going to do to me?" I cried out when I saw him approaching me, the sadistic leer on his boyish face, and a long, penis shaped vibrator in one hand. "No, Ken. It'll ruin me! Nobody will want to eat me and. . . ."
"Ha-ha!" he howled as he plugged the strong vibrator's cord into the wall and sat on the bed beside me. "The poor little Lesbian. Her pussy will taste like peppermint and burn her girlfriends' lips and none of the girls will ever want to suck Norma's pussy again! Ha! Ha! What a way to go!"
"Go ahead!" I shouted angrily, pushing my cunt toward him and spreading my legs wider. "Cissy won't want it either. You're screwing your sister out of wanting to eat me too!"
"Oh, don't worry!" he said, almost friendly for a moment (his mood changes were often instant, short and very erratic), as he slapped my cunt and patted the mound with his hand. "A few good fragrant douches, followed by cold water douches, and most of the taste will be gone in a few hours. Maybe there'll be just a hint of the peppermint by tomorrow, but peppermint's a good flavor for Lesbians. Try it . . . you'll like it! Ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha!"
"What's that on the dildo?" I asked him with sudden fear, noticing that it seemed to be covered with something very coarse, like sand paper!
"Oh, that! Ha-ha!" he laughed, pushing it toward my fingers. "Feel it! It's really amazing! You see, being a connoisseur of sex, and sex gadgets, I was put in touch with a clever old man in Brooklyn who makes dildos and other such things on order. Very expensive . . . but very good! I told him I wanted something that would be almost as coarse as heavy-duty sandpaper, but wouldn't come unglued. . .
"It ... it is sandpaper!" I shrieked after running my fingers along the shaft. "It is! I can feel it!"
"Yes ... in a way it is," Ken agreed with that inimitably crude smirk. "First of all, he built up a basic, hard-rubber dildo to fit the vibrator here. Next, he put a light coat of some kind of latex mixed with coarse sand. After it was completely dry, he used very fine sandpaper to rub off the top layers of rubber over the coarse sand, cleaned it, and- voila! You'll love this, Mother Norma . . . you can't keep count of the orgasms, they come so fast. Cissy and I used it on her girlfriend-one of them-when Father was out of town last time and we had a weekend orgy up here. It jazzed her so much that regular fucking or sucking wouldn't satisfy her for a week. She became a nympho . . . screwing doorknobs and that sort of thing. ..."
Every muscle in my body tensed, but I put my buttocks back on the bed and held my cunt open. I was determined to take it and like it. I knew by then that I was masochistic to some extent, so I was going to try deliberately to enjoy it instead of fighting it.
I yelped when the head of the dildo first probed between my inner lips. Ken told me to let go of the outer ones and he immediately turned the vibrator on. Through my tears and screams, I could see the demoniacally diabolical look on Iris face. He pressed the vibrating sanded dildo hard against the sensitive inner lips. He howled with maniacal laughter! The pain was ten times worse than when he was fucking my ass, because the coarse material was scraping the oil of peppermint into my flesh, like they used to give smallpox vaccinations.
"Oh! Ow! It's ... oh, it's killing me, Ken!" I screamed. "Please stop ... I'll do anything . . . I'll suck you off, Ken. I'm very good at that. And I like to suck it and swallow too. Your father thinks I'm the best at eating cock. . . ."
"Oh, shut up!" he cursed at me, slapping me hard across the face.
I tried to force myself to enjoy it, but it wasn't easy. The searing burn continued to grow and spread. He lowered the dildo all the way into my vagina, and the pain seemed to flow outward through my body, ending in driplets of perspiration. And the sandy vibrator kept digging it into me! "No, Ken . . . not more!" I protested uselessly. Ken opened the other vial of oil of peppermint and poured it liberally from the top of my cunt. It was suddenly sexy! I realized then that the first time he poured the oil in me, he ignored the clit area. Nor had he used the dildo up there. And when the oil first hit my little hot-bud, I cried out in agonized ecstasy! The feel of the burning, stinging oil flowing over my clit on its way to my lower pussy parts turned me on. I had one orgasm, then another!
"Ken! Do it . . . put the dildo on my clit . M Oh, please, Ken! I'm coming!" I screamed as he looked at my pain wracked face and into my tear-filled eyes.
"Yes ... I know," he said, his face almost expressionless as he let the vibrator continue to gouge deep in my cunt. "Frustrating . . . isn't it?"
"Yes! Yes! I want to come more," I cried out, then began to scream as just the feel of the oil made me have another orgasm.
The pain within became overshadowed by my desperate desire to be abused at my clit. I didn't care if it made me become a raging maniac, wanting more, more, more! I had to have it. I looked at the index finger of my right hand. The nail was long and sharp. I was on the verge of gouging it into my tortured clit when Ken suddenly pushed my arm away and withdrew the dildo part way and at an angle. The coarse surface dug into my clit. He moved it over the little bud and used more pressure the front of the dildo almost stretching my vagina out of shape!
I screamed! I cried! I begged him to stop! I begged him never to stop! I squirmed around on the bed, my body helpless but to move, undulate and writhe to appreciate the absolute zenith of sexual sensation. And he was right about the orgasms. They came closer and closer together.
I was soaked in perspiration, arms flailing and then my fists beating on the bed. The tears flowed from my eyes like water from the mouth of a river.
The orgasms! At first, I thought they had stopped. But no! They were coming so close together that my sexually tortured, masochistically psyched body could not define the point at which one climax ended and the next one began! I was having one, endless climax!
I continued to scream, yell, curse, and orgasm. I began to think I was rising up in the air and floating away. I was surrounded by two dozen men with hard cocks, all trying to put theirs someplace in me -my ears, my nostrils, my pussy, my mouth (two of them there), my armpits, my navel-all fucking me in a ceaseless, masterful, guided, synchronous stroke!
I had passed out!
Several minutes later, a new dream emerged. I was in a big bedroom, a huge bedroom. I was sprawled open-thighed on a perfectly round bed that was over twelve feet in diameter. I was naked. The bed slowly revolved. The room was a maze of mirrors! The ceiling, walls and floor were all one mirror. But other large mirrors were set at various angles, and as I revolved around on the bed, I would see reflections of myself multiplied to infinity, each reflection smaller than the last.
I was extremely passionate. I was itching terribly between my thighs and constantly rubbing my clit. But I could not even approach an orgasm. I cried out in pure agony, and the reflections of myself in the mirrors kept enlarging, zeroing in finally on my tit! All of the reflections were giant reproductions of my middle finger working on my clit in a continuous rhythm, a pattern that never changed!
"I want a man!" I cried out tortuously, and my voice echoed louder and louder, "Man . . . Man . . . MAN . . . MAN!
And then, a man in a Tuxedo-like suit stepped from behind the mirrors. He did a tap dance on the mirrored floor and stared at me with the debauching corruptness of the master-of-ceremonies in "Cabaret". His eyes never left the area between my upper thighs where I was still furiously masturbating my clit. He turned cartwheels, and his feet tapped him into a hundred different postures, but his eyes never left my cunt.
"I want to be fucked!" I screamed, and the echo was there again, "Fucked . . . Fucked . . . FUCKED . . . FUCKED!
"I want your cock!-Cock . . . Cock . . . COCK . . . COCK!"
Magically, his jacket flew up into the air and disappeared when he raised his hands. He jumped in the air, and before his feet hit the mirrored floor again, his trousers did a disappearing act in much the same way. His jock shorts were bulging, as if he had a ten pound tumor at his groin. He did two or three fast turns and steps, and his underclothes, shirt and tie dissolved away.
"No! I can't take a cock that big!" I screamed, seeing him use both hands to hold onto a penis as big as a baseball bat, and then hearing the echo, "Big ... Big ... BIG .. . BIG!"
The slim yet attractive man ignored me, of course. He came up on the bed and put the tremendously huge head of his cock at the entrance to my pussy. He pushed. I screamed. He pushed. I screamed again. And then by some miracle, the monstrously huge cock went all the way in and he began fucking me with it. I was forced to quit fingering myself because he was occupying every cubic centimeter of space in my pussy, and his body was leaning heavily on mine, his eyes glaring at mine. His face was almost red and he was perspiring and angry, a symbol of the Devil!
"Goddammit, I'll make you come!" he said to me, fucking me faster and deeper. "And I'll give you the next douche too, whether you're conked out or not. But, damn, Norma! Wake up! Don't stay out on me. I can't keep carrying you back and forth to the bathroom and fucking you to....."
I opened my eyes and looked up into the perspiring, flushed face of my stepson, Ken. I was aware that I was moving my hips, and looked down to see that his nice cock was firmly implanted between my legs and fucking me. It took only seconds for my mind to adjust to reality. I had passed out on him when he was using the coarse vibrator and the oil of peppermint. He must have taken me to the bathroom and given me one or two of the douches he mentioned, and then brought me back to the bed.
"I'm awake now, Ken," I told him softly, my eyes meeting his. "I ... I can't come. Ken . . . but I'm awake....."
"Oh, yes, you can!" He interrupted confidently. "It's not easy to get a cunt to come after the 'treatment' . . . but if anybody can do it, I can. "You've never met a man like me, have you?"
His voice seemed to turn on a switch somewhere in my loins. I began to feel the itch and realize that only a minimum smarting sensation remained from the stringent oil. And what did remain, acted as an amplifier once the feeling of orgasmic capability returned.
"Ken! Ken!" I called to him, throwing my arms around his back and thrusting my cunt to him faster. "Yes, Ken! I'm going to ... I am coming! Yes, I want to have sex with you and Cissy! Yes, I'll try to arrange to have Cissy and Lisette invited to the Club Lesbos parties! Yes, I'll ask if you can come too . . . but I know the answer will be negative. And. . .
"And you'll let me fuck you . . . you'll suck my cock off and swallow it whenever I want it, Norma!" Ken yelled as we fucked to a long, strong, mutual orgasm. "I'll hold off on telling Cissy until you find out if she can go to the Les parties. That's the only way I can do it. But I get you anytime I want! If I want a quick blow-job on a Saturday or Sunday ... or anytime, you're mine ... as long as we can fix it so Father doesn't know. Agreed? Come on, cunt, answer me!"
"Yes . . . yes, Kenneth . . . Ken," I told him, puzzled as to why I used the longer name by which I usually referred to his father. "I'll suck you off anytime, anywhere. I love your cock, Ken. I want to suck it!"
"Do I remind you of Father?" he asked me a few minutes later as we lay there smoking a cigarette.
"I don't know why I called you 'Kenneth' . . . really I don't," I told him, as puzzled he was. "I . . . guess it might be because I want to suck you off so much and . . . well, you know that's what I do to him every night before supper. He can't get an erection though, and I still like to suck him. Maybe I want to suck you so much . . . and used Kenneth's name, is because you're his . . . my husband's . . . very virile and excitingly sexual son! And I want the experience of sucking his 'hard' cock off by proxy....."
"Yeah . . . that sounds logical," Ken agreed, the smile on his face friendly and warm, although he was not embracing or feeling my body at all. "And you can bet the Old Man was a great cuntsman in his day. I'm not sure about the details because I was too young, but I know that Mother nearly divorced I him a couple of times. She caught him with some singing star once, and the other one was a movie actress. I get a big kick whenever I see her on one of the old movies on TV now."
"Would you like me to fix you a drink, Ken?" I asked. "I'm going to have a double on the rocks to celebrate the new me!"
"I've got something a lot better," he said with a worldly smile. "Let's go back to the big bedroom where my clothes are."
I was quite curious as I followed him down the hall and into the big bedroom. I sat on one of the bar stools and nervously began to tap my fingernails on the lacquered mahogany. I needed a drink! I was becoming very nervous. I tried to blame it on the most unusual experience which I had just gone through, but I remembered that I always needed drinks during the day, and usually had them with no problem.
"But . . . we just had a cigarette, Ken," I told my naked stepson as he walked over and flipped open a solid gold case and lighter filled with cigarettes.
"I'm afraid I want something a little stronger. . . ."
"Have you ever smoked marijuana?" he asked, taking out one of the professionally rounded, cork-tipped cigarettes and putting it in my mouth. "They look like regular cigarettes, don't they? I bought one of those new do-it-yourself cigarette making kits, and when I need new tipped paper, I buy a refill kit and throw away the tobacco. I leave out the filters too . . . nobody wants to waste the full taste and effects of a Mary-Jane, Norma."
He put one in his mouth and then lit mine first. I had never had anything to do with drugs of any kind before, but I felt confident with Ken. I knew he wouldn't let me come home in a daze and tip off Kenneth that something was going on. I inhaled deeply and then exhaled slowly. The taste wasn't what I expected, but a feeling of relaxation and pleasant lassitude seemed to come over me much faster than if I had downed a straight double Scotch. I immediately put the cigarette to my lips and inhaled much more deeply. I almost felt like I was floating.
"Take it easy on that first one, Norma," Ken advised me as he smiled languorously and blew smoke up into the air. "This is pure stuff . . . about as powerful as hashish. I buy it by the box from a guy who works in the mail room at the office. But . . . how do like the way it makes you feel . . . huh?"
"Beautiful," was all I could say, inhaling a third time. "Look at all I've been missing. Does Cissy smoke it too?"
"Sometimes," Ken answered, reaching over to play gently with my naked breasts. "She likes LSD better. And the same guy in the mail room gets the purest lots anywhere. Hell, he better I I could fire his ass with a phone call or a memo. Ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha!"
Ken's laugh sent shivers up and down me, but his sadistic look was not there. I was just about to ask him if I could have some of the cigarettes to take to Denyse's next time I was there (I thought it might make me seem more sophisticated and give us all new kicks too), when Ken pulled the cigarette from my lips and tossed it in the sink behind the bar, reaching over to turn on the water and let it wash down!
"Damn you, Ken!" I shrieked at him, trying unsuccessfully to grab his cigarette. "I was just beginning to enjoy it!"
"Look, Norma!" Ken said very seriously as he grabbed my arm and forced me too meet his stare. "That's the first one you ever smoked! Maybe you'll get used to it . . . give the girls at Club Lesbos new kicks if I let you take some down there. Maybe some of the girls will like a little acid too. Okay . . . okay. But if you smoked that one the way you wanted to . . . you could have fucked up everything!
"Look, Norma! You've got to get out to the house and meet Father when he comes home! We all have to make Father like us ... if we want those millions. And, let's face it. With his heart condition, a little ... too much sex might make him go. Now, don't think I want to see Father die, Norma. It's just that he's 68 years old and has a bad heart. How much longer can you expect him to live . . . with a hot, young wife like you who sucks him off every night?"
"I . . . I feel an obligation to Kenneth," I told him very sincerely. "I don't want to do anything to hurt him . . . mentally or physically. I guess . . . in some strange way, I love Kenneth."
"Great! Good!" Ken said, gesturing with his arms and putting out his own cigarette when it was only about half smoked. "We all love the Old Man. But he can't live forever. Let's think of more current things, huh? Like sex! Why don't you call up your girlfriend, Jeanne, and find out when you can visit her again? Then, you'll talk to Denyse about Cissy joining in . . . and Lisette! A teenage French girl ought to turn on those Lessies like crazy, I mean. Wheel Naked little French cunt for them to suck and lick . . . wheel And give a joint to Denyse . . . to Jeanne. You can be the main attraction of Club Lesbos, if we work it right!"
I leaned over the bar and tried to think things out. I felt sure that Denyse would welcome Cissy in the group, from what she had told me. Lisette seemed a natural. I couldn't even imagine that a beautiful dyke like Denyse would want to turn away a "safe" French teenager.
Ken called his father at the office and gave him a story about being tied up at a meeting with a client. He told Kenneth he would be back in time to go home with him. He figured that I should get a train or taxi back to the mansion and be lovey and sweet to to his father when they arrived.
"But, Ken . . . how am I going to get out by myself to see Jeanne and Denyse?" I asked. "Rome wasn't built in a day and. . . ."
"Give it a week," he said, cutting me off, speaking with great excitement. "Father goes to the West Coast tomorrow for eight or nine days at least. It was a deal that came up this morning. Hell . . . he'll probably want you to drive him out to JFK tomorrow and kiss him goodbye. Tomorrow night . . . maybe you could go visit Jeanne and Denyse . . . party a little. And set things up for Cissy to join you in a sexy-sexy Lesbian orgy next week.
"You offer to be the hostess, Norma! Have the party up here! Yeah! You and Cissy can be the hostesses for a grand orgy of Club Lesbos! Call her now, Norma. See if you can't arrange to be over there tomorrow night and set things up....."
I called Jeanne and Denyse answered the phone. I was quite nervous with Ken hanging over my shoulder and trying to listen, but Denyse was apparently in a very good mood. She seemed to welcome hearing from me, and I felt I could talk to her freely.
"Oh, Denyse!" I said. "Before you call Jeanne to the phone, I'd like to ask you something. My husband's leaving town tomorrow for a week or more. Could I . . . invite myself up for a visit tomorrow night? And then . . . next week, I'd like to invite you and Jeanne and anyone else you might know ... to a party at our downtown apartment. I want to live, Denyse, and I know what I've been missing all these years."
"Wonderful!" she exclaimed with sincerity that was truly spontaneous. "I told Jeanne to get in touch with you about tomorrow night. Club Lesbos is alive and running! I'm having some girls over tomorrow night, and I want you to be here as much as Jeanne does. Can you make it about . . . nine?"
"Yes!" I replied immediately.
"After I talked to Jeanne, Ken left to go back to the office. I dressed and took a taxi all the way home. I showered and dressed up sexily for Kenneth. I wasn't concerned about that night. I could enjoy it or fake it with Kenneth. I was looking forward to the next week . . . and to the next night.
After so many years, I was living again!
CHAPTER SIX
When I drove to Denyse's building off Lexington Avenue the next night, I felt the most wonderful, the most uninhibited, the freest I had felt in years. I was smoking a marijuana cigarette and I thought I was floating. I checked myself and began to be very careful. After three times around the block, a man pulled out a big Mercedes from a parking place two doors away from Denyse's.
I had taken Kenneth to JFK for a non-stop jet to Los Angeles and given him a "goodbye kiss" in the form of sucking him off in broad daylight in the car in the parking lot at the airport. He said it would "seal our love" until he returned. That was early in the afternoon, and I didn't really begin to feel free until later. In fact, I was bogged down mentally, depressed about something. An idea kept wanting to sprout about not trusting Ken.
I don't know why I should have suspected him of anything. It was probably, I thought, just the cold way he acted, even after he fucked me twice that previous afternoon. He told me that he understood about not being able to come to a Lesbos party, and I had promised to talk to Jeanne about letting him fuck her. I wanted to tell Cissy all about things too, but Ken said "No!" He wanted to work on an idea for letting her in on everything. She was very jealous of him, and I would have to have the invitation for her to join Club Lesbos before he broke the news to us and worked out a way to have a threesome while Kenneth was gone.
The nagging suspicion that Ken was up to something and that I was playing into his hands vanished later on, and the marijuana had me on a very comfortable high. It was my second one for the day, and I had not had any whiskey to drink. Ken had even bought me a little jeweled cigarette case and put 20 marijuana cigarettes in it. I wanted to just pass a few around and pretend that they were regular cigarettes, but the flavor would give them away in a second. And while they were rolled to perfection, marijuana just doesn't look like tobacco.
As I locked the car and headed toward Denyse's building it was 9:20 PM. I smiled, recalling that I had always been 10 to 20 minutes late for dates and parties. I suppose that I liked to make a "grande entrance" after I knew that most of the other people would be there. I had bought a new outfit that morning and was sure it would make a hit-a red and yellow romper suit with a mock turtle neck that could be zipped down for the "plunge look". It was a knit outfit and very chic. I wore a pair of my crotchless nylon pantyhose. Stockings would have been impossible as the romper legs were almost as short as some hot pants I had seen.
"Norma . . . Norma . . . over here!" a loud whisper called out to me from a sporty new Capri parked just across the street. "Come on . . . get in the front seat. I've got to talk to you."
As I walked around to open the passenger door, I was barely able to make out the contours of a female face and hair in the drivers' seat. But when I leaned down to look in the window as the woman opened the door for me, I could clearly recognize the sultrily attractive, brown face with the full and sensuous lips that belonged to Laura Lee Lenox, the black model.
"What is it, Laura Lee?" I asked sitting down beside her and accepting a warm, wet kiss and a squeezing embrace of my right breast. "Oh, Laura Lee! I'm just in the mood tonight. Don't turn me on so fast. Denyse said these parties take a while to get going . . . But . . . why are you sitting out here in your car? Haven't you been inside yet? Are there going to be lots of people?"
"Only one you don't know from the night you were here before," Laura Lee answered, holding my hand and squeezing it, her smile turning to a more serious expression. "Yes, I've been in. I was early, the first one. When I saw it was after nine and you weren't here yet, I thought I better try to sneak out and let you know what's going on. . . ."
"Is something wrong? Is Jeanne hurt, or. . .
"Shut up, dammit!" Laura Lee stopped me, putting her long fingers around my left thigh and squeezing almost painfully. "I was over here yesterday morning when Jeanne got back from your place. Denyse was furious. She threatened to call off the cocktail party for clients to meet Jeanne, and to break her modeling contract. It was a big scene, honey. And today, Denyse woke up thinking Jeanne was in bed with her . . . but she wasn't. Denyse started looking around the house and found her in the goddam kitchen. Juanita was sitting up on the drain board with her legs wide open, and Jeanne was sitting on a stool in front of her, eating away."
"Jeanne, I'm afraid is a little nympho," I told Laura Lee. "But Denyse must have realized that when she signed her on."
"Denyse is a funny, moody woman, Norma," the black girl said. "She can be sweet-talking you and making you love it, and all the time she can be thinking of how she's going to fuck you up. This morning, she made some 'cute' little remark to Juanita and Jeanne when she saw them, as if she approved. Fact is, she coaxed them to go right ahead, and started playing with Jeanne's titties. Suddenly then, she broke out and nearly tore one of Jeanne's nipples off! She yanked Juanita off the sink and threw her on the floor and began kicking her. Then she started hitting Jeanne again . . . beating the hell out of the poor kid.
"Well . . . Jeanne managed to sneak away and put some clothes on while Denyse was all wrapped up in torturing Juanita . . . she fixed her a douche with boiling water! I was just eating breakfast by myself, when Jeanne came up to my apartment and told me about it. She was afraid Denyse might actually kill Juanita. But I knew different. Denyse knows how] to hurt you like hell and not leave any marks. Jeanne's bruises went away fast, except for a black eye that's covered nicely with make-up. She's all right, don't worry.
"Juanita's all right too . . . just a little sore in her ussy and a few minor bruises. The problem now is Denyse. She started drinking a lot after she beat up the girls, and she's been at it nearly all day. She's stopped now, but she's pretty drunk still, and I wanted you to be prepared for any kind of greeting."
"Who's the new girl at the party?" I asked, spreading my thighs so that the sexy, black model could reach into my cunt through the opening in the pantyhose. "Mm-mmm . . . and your fingers feel nice too."
"I'm hot too, honey," Lama Lee said, spreading legs that were barely covered in a black mini. "Diddle my clit while we talk, will you? Tha-at's it. Two hot pussies-ah! Well . . . the 'new girl' isn't very new to us, and she's hardly a girl, but she is one of the horniest, filthy-mouthed cunts you've ever known. One drink turns her on so that shell suck every cunt in sight!
"Ramona Sherman's 43 and married to a Southern tobacco millionaire, but they've got a place here in New York too. She's got ash-blonde hair, and a body about as full as Denyse's and just as firm. And she drinks like a fish. We've known her for two years now. I was doing a fashion show she came to see, and she lingered around afterward and asked me out for a drink. I think we had spotted each other while I was doing the show."
"Oh ... oh, Laura Lee. . . . I'm coming," I said with a relaxed feeling that was brought on by the marijuana. "Let's go on up to the party . . . I'm hungry too."
"O-o-oh! Popped it, baby!" the girl responded with her orgasm. "That was nice. Well ... I better go back in first and then you ring the bell and somebody will answer and buzz the lock for you."
"How will you get back in?"
"I left the door open just a fraction by putting a book of matches at the bottom. I was right here, so I could keep an eye on it....."
After about five minutes, I got out of Laura Lee's car and walked across the street to Denyse's building. I rang the bell several times, but there was no response whatsoever. Finally, I remembered that Jeanne or Denyse had mentioned that they held the parties in the second floor studio, so I pushed that button very firmly for several seconds.
"Who's 'at . . uh?" an unfamiliar and very high female voice greeted me, blaring with distortion through the little loudspeaker.
"This is Norma," I replied in a soft but audible voice adding, "And I'll bet your name is Ramona!"
"Sure sound sweet, Norma. . . . ," her voice faded off and the buzzer was on just barely long enough for me to grab the doorknob and push the door open.
I could hear some music coming from the second floor, but not much in the way of talk. After I was on the second floor, the sounds became louder, but the studio door was closed. I wondered if it would be locked, decided it wasn't, and then pushed it open and walked right in.
The overhead kleig lights were dimmed down about as far as they could go and cast blue, green, yellow and red glows in an eerie suffusion all over the carpeted studio. The cameras and other equipment had been removed. There were large mats thrown around the room. At the end was a small bar with about four stools, much like the one in Denyse's apartment.
There was a separate light source behind the bar and the first person I recognized was Juanita. She called out to me and immediately began to fix a Scotch on the rocks. She was completely naked except for a white nylon apron through which her dark cunt hairs were quite visible. But the more intriguing thing about them was that the light from behind the bar shone through them to outline her upper thighs. When she turned, her pretty, shapely ass was enhanced in appearance by the big bow at the back of her waist and the sheer apron that was evident between her legs and at the hips.
"You like to look at me?" she asked, handing me the drink, then pulling up the apron, licking her fingers and applying them to her cunt. "Feel more good for a nice woman to watch me. I masturbate more 25 times today. See? You like watch Juanita do this . . . sexy?"
I nodded my head affirmatively and watched the little child of sex rub her clit furiously, then put her fingers back to her mouth, spit on them, and go at her clit again. It was enjoyable, pleasurable, to watch such a young, pretty and well-formed girl play with herself. I wondered where everyone else was, because as my eyes became adjusted to the semi-darkness, I realized that they were not laying around on the mats, as I thought they would be. I seemed to hear giggles and voices coming from some- where, but nothing was clearly identifiable. I was so relaxed and high on the marijuana cigarette I had smoked until it burned my fingers, that I didn't really care. I was absorbed in watching Juanita masturbate.
Her calves were small and girlish, her thighs a little larger. But they made an opening at their juncture. If she was standing up with her legs together, there would be a space at her very crotch that I could put my finger through and probably not touch her flesh. As she masturbated, and grunted and groaned and went, "Ah . . . ha-cha! Hot! Hot pussy! Ha-cha! Hot! Come! Come, hot pussy ... oh, I got to make it you come, goddam you, hot pussy! Hot pussy!" I put my hands to my breasts. I was not wearing a bra because both the top of the romper suit (which was like a body-shirt) and the vest were enough to contain my firm breasts and not reveal the nipple outline unless I thrust them out deliberately.
"You're hot, Juanita! Hot!" I said in a raspy, sexy voice, massaging my breasts with great pleasure. "Come, Juanita! Come! Get juicy and come! See? See me juggling my titties? Here . . . I'll pull the zipper down and you can see the top part of my breasts and the cleavage!"
Of course, Juanita's breasts were naked, firm and moving from side to side. Small breasts, even almost flat breasts on an otherwise sexy female give me a turn-on. I think the reason if that if I suck on small breasts, I can fill my mouth with the entire breast When I suck a large-busted woman's nipples, such as Denyse's, the nipples and area surrounding them are filling. In other words, I have a mouthful of stiff flesh, sensitive flesh, to suck on-much like a man's cock.
"Miss Norma! Oh, I come ... I come!" Juanita cried out as I leaned over the bar and licked her nipples.
The sexy Cuban teenager slumped back against the cooler along the wall nd rolled her head from side to side. I took out my breasts by pulling down hard on my bra, and leaned over, letting them rest on the bar. I dipped my fingers in my drink and moistened my nipples with the cold Scotch. I was going to smoke another marijuana cigarette, but I realized how high I was when I nearly dumped the rest of my drink on the bar and the cold Scotch was swirling around under my nipples.
"Lick it up!" I said to Juanita. "Lick up all the good Scotch around my nipples!"
Like an automaton or slave, the girl suddenly perked up and was licking all over the bar! When her mouth got to my nipples, the little lips closed over them and she began to suck. I could feel the spilled liquor come up around my nipples then go into her mouth. What a wild and wonderful sexual animal, I thought. She had been trained by Denyse since she was 14. Everything about Lesbian sex appealed to her. She would do anything for a woman. . . .
"Don't . . . awgh . . . not all of it, no!" I heard a familiar voice scream from beyond a door near the other side of the studio. "Not all of you! Awgh . . ugh!"
It was Jeanne!
"Where are they?" I asked Juanita demandingly. "What are they doing to Jeanne?"
"Some sex . . ," Juanita answered, but her eyes were scared! "They in dressing room . . . maybe bathroom in dressing room. They come back in a minute. . . ."
I heard a cascade of howling, raucous, obscene laughter from several females. There was another loud scream and protest from Jeanne. And then there was the distinct sound of water running, like a shower bath or a faucet turned on full force.
"My hair's ruined!" Jeanne cried out. "Look what you've done to it! I don't care now . . . ow! That soap and shampoo burns my eyes . . . take it easy ... oh, please, Denyse . . . don't let them do it again!"
I jumped from the bar stool and ran to the door to the dressing room. I threw it open. It was a well lighted room with fluorescent tubing on the ceiling and around the makeup counter. The door at the far end was open, and I saw them all! They were naked, laughing and crowded around the half opened glass door that closed off the bathtub for showering. A fairly large and older woman, whom I assumed to be Ramona, was stepping back into the tub with Jeanne.
"No! I'm not that way. I don't want any more . . . please!" Jeanne begged, and it was not too difficult to figure what they had been doing to her.
"You had your turn, Ramona . . . damn glutton!" Denyse said, grabbing the woman by the arm and pulling her out just before I was about to go over and make a rescue attempt. "Take another shampoo and shower, Jeanne, kid . . . now's time for another drink, huh? Le's go. . . ."
"Not anymore for you, Denyse," Laura Lee said with authority. "You promised me, Denyse . . . and look who's herel It's sexy Norma!"
"Are you all right, Jeanne?" I yelled, ignoring them for the moment as I walked right in the bathroom with them.
"Norma! Oh, thank God, you're here," she cried out in a wave of relief. "Yes . . . I'm all right now. I don't think they're going to do it to me again. . .
"Aw, shut up, you little Texas tramp!" Denyse screamed at her, then turned to me with bloodshot eyes that gave away lack of sleep and heavy drinking. "So, our other Texas . . . girl has made it, uh? Well, you just missed a good show. We had your little of girlfriend in there givin' her a......"
"Why don't you go upstairs and sleep it off, Denyse," Laura Lee suggested, putting her arm around the woman and looking at me with trepidation, wondering if I was going to cause trouble. "Come on now, Denyse. I'll get in bed with you and lick your sweet pussy until you go right off to sleep. Then in a couple of hours, well all come wake you up with a gang-suck!"
"Go t'hell, nigger!" Denyse said, pushing her aside as we all walked out of the tiny, steaming bathroom and toward the door to the studio. "How 'bout that, big Texas? Bet you thought a Yankee wouldn' call a nigger a nigger. Tha's Lar' Lee . . . goddam nigger!"
"She's drunk, Laura Lee," I said, trying to wedge between them. "Let me take her upstairs and put her in bed. Don't let her get to you, Laura Lee. She doesn't realize what she's saying."
"That doesn't bother me," the tall, slim, and curvy naked Negro girl told me. "She's kidded, called me 'nigger' a hundred times. It's the way somebody calls me a 'nigger' that matters. You go ahead and help Jeanne dry off, and I'll take her upstairs. . . ."
"Wait a fuckin' minute, nigger!" Denyse yelled with bitter derision, and I could see the muscles in Lama Lee's neck tense suddenly. "I'm a hostess here .... got t'introduce sexy, big Texas here to Ramona. Norma . . . how you like that . . . big titties, big ass, sucks ten . . . twenty cunts a day when she's on v'cation 'n Mex'co. Ten or twenty, teenage cunts."
"Hi there, sweetheart," the full-bodied, ash-blonde woman said as she walked over and hugged me and kissed my mouth sloppily. "Yeah, Denyse said you were sweet. I let the door buzz for you . . . .'member? Whyn't you get naked, honey. I like to suck young pussy like yours. Those Mex' kids are okay in 'Capulco . . . but you're jus' a right age to have flavor. Pussy's best when a girl's about 25 to 35. I wan's'm pussy t'eat."
I held the wobbly woman at arm's length so that I could have a good look at her body. Only her being almost drunk detracted from Ramona. She was pleasingly plump, but, as Laura Lee had told me, her breasts, ass and thighs were firm. Her flesh was very "cream-white", the breasts large and mobile. I smiled as my eyes went down to the patch of brownish red hair between her thighs, and she gave her luft buttock a hard slap. The quivers it set up in her upper thighs and ass was exciting for me to watch. My own pussy was beginning to itch again.
"Hey, goddam it!" Denyse called out and stumbled over to push Ramona and I apart, then looked at me. "You think you're a rich cunt . . . with a mil . . . milli . . . millions a dollars 'cause a your fuckin' husban'. This's Ramona, an' her Ol' Man's got twice as many mill-uns! Shit . . . can't talk. See, Norma! Watch 'is! Suck my pussy, Ramona . . . suck. Hot. wet, pussy. . . ."
Ramona dropped to her knees immediately and grasped Denyse's thighs. Her mouth was all over the woman's lower belly and then into her pussy. She slurped and sucked and hcked like the drunken, nympho-Les she was, and Denyse leaned back and gave out with orgasmic sighs.
"Ha-ha!" Denyse laughed aloud, as Ramona's lips and tongues played on her open cunt. "You like the taste of youngstuff ... 25 to 35! Well, I'm over th'hump, baby. This's 41 year old pussy . . .
and you love it......"
I walked back toward the bathroom that opened into the big dressing room and found Jeanne out of the shower and drying herself. Her body looked so fresh, clean, young, vibrant! Her legs looked so perfect, her breasts inviting. I pulled her up to me while she was drying her feet, and our lips met in a wonderful embrace. My hand went between her thighs and I felt that her pussy was almost dry!
"Are you all right, Jeanne?" I asked with determination.
"Now . . . yes," she replied after our mouths parted and she looked at me with adoration. "But . . . do you know what they did to me. . . . ?
"Yes," I answered her softly, squeezing her young breasts gently. "Was it all that bad?"
"Norma!" she exclaimed, then melted into my arms and began to kiss me. "You . . . you're not like that! I was the one . . . yes, Norma! I seduced you. I always tried to make it look the other way, Norma. I love you. I ... I love other women . . . and I like raw sex! But not what they were doing to me!"
"No, darling," I said, only to calm her down, knowing that I still had to get Cissy invited and to continue my Lesbian loves, no matter what. "But Denyse was very upset and drunk. She's a ... a very flighty sort of woman. You know that, Jeanne."
"I love you, Norma . . ," she panted, and then began to take my clothes off until I was naked. "You're the only reason I accepted Denyse's offer. I've had offers before. One girl wanted to make me the most famous model on the West Coast-nude modeling. Denyse is legitimate high fashion . . . I guess I figured I could have my cake and eat it too....."
"You fuckin' . . . black-ass nigger!" we heard Denyse's voice crying and wailing from beyond the door to the studio. "You don't tell me if I can have a drink 'r not! Juanita! Fix me a fucking drink!"
"She sounds more sober," Jeanne said with a giggle that indicated she felt a lot better. "By the way . . . have you ever had a girl fuck you with her big toe? That Ramona is something....."
"Have you ever smoked a real cigarette?" I asked her, grabbing the case from my purse and opening it.
"Grass?" she asked. "Yes," I replied.
"No . . . I've been tempted before," she said, her slim fingers reaching for a cigarette. "Are you sure these are reefers?"
"Yes . . . made in a modern machine," I said, lolling my hand behind her buttocks and feeling very itchy between my legs again. "I smoked one a while ago and I feel wonderful!"
Jeanne accepted a light from me and mentioned that Denyse, when she was sober, would love to have one too. But it was at that moment that we heard Denyse and Lama Lee cursing and screaming again. There were "thudding" sounds too. It was no playful antic. We both ran through the dressing room and out into the big studio with its bar and "love mats". The fine fine between love (sex?) and hate, was being put to the test!
Although Laura Lee had seemed quite sober and Denyse quite drunk, the white woman had the upper hand for the moment, and it was a good thing that the mats were all over the floor. Denyse used her elbow to slam hard against the breasts of the model, who fell to the floor on her back, her head landing on a mat. When she started to get up, her black-haired cunt glistening with desire, Denyse raised her left leg and kicked her brutally in the face.
She had used so much force that Lama Lee's head made a thumping noise when it hit the mat. But just as Denyse was about to literally jump up on top of the girl's stomach, Laura Lee threw her right leg around the backs of Denyse's ankles, taking her by complete surprise. Laura Lee, her beautiful breasts jiggling freely, eased herself up from the floor and lapped over Denyse's body, landing on her stomach positioned diagonally across her.
"You goddam nigger! Black cunt!" Denyse screamed, but her voice was pitiful; she was trying to talk through the crying from the heavy fall she had taken. "I'll gouge out your . . . your fucking, big, brown eyes that you think are so goddam beautiful!"
Laura Lee quickly elbowed Denyse under her chin and made her fall back choking and coughing terribly! At almost the same moment, the black girl jammed the four fingers of her right hand as far as they would go into Denyse's wet cunt. Her thumb gripped over the pubic mound and she pulled upward with such force that I could imagine what it felt like! With enough force, she could break that part of her pelvic bone structure!
But Laura Lee was so intent on her grip of the woman's cunt and the pain it was causing, that she did not see Denyse's hands sneak up under her right breast. With the thumbs together and spread from the fingers, the photographess managed to grab Laura Lee's breast right next to her body, then pull!
"Ow, goddam! Damn you, fucking honky!" Laura Lee yelled, letting go her grip on Denyse's cunt to try to grab her Wrists. "You'll pull my damn tit off, Denyse . . . damn ow!"
Laura Lee's attempt to wrench Denyse's hands away from her breast only worsened the matter for her. She pulled at the woman's hands with the result that her breast was squeezed out into a misshapen and deformed mass of reddening flesh! And then Laura Lee bit down on the back of Denyse's right hand and forced her to let go.
The black girl's breast was pulled and stretched beyond what I ever thought was possible. Denyse actually used it to slap her in the face. The pain was excruciating for Laura Lee, who made a desperate attempt at gaining release from the woman by coming down on her forearm with a karete-like chop. Denyse screamed and writhed in pain as her body rolled over on the floor and she grabbed the injured arm with the other.
We all thought it might be broken and tried to keep Lama Lee from pouncing right on Denyse's back and pinning her to the floor. I thought I heard a cracking noise like a bone breaking, and I knelt by Denyse to feel her forearm. I knew a little about first aid, and I was pretty sure that she had no broken bones.
"All right, you motherfucker!" Laura Lee shouted victoriously as she sat on the small of Denyse's back and grabbed the major part of the woman's hair and forced her to hold her head up in a very awkward way. "If I pull hard enough, I pull it all out, baby! Or maybe you like it better if I bounce your fucking head up and down on your chin and face . . . break off a few of those pearly-white teeth and crack the bone in your nose! You give up, honky? Tell me how sorry you are! Tell me!"
"You ... go to hell!" Denyse said through gritted teeth, every muscle in her body poising itself. "You . . . ow . . . that goddam fingernail is cutting my ass open. I'll fix you, black bitch!"
Laura Lee had jabbed the two fingers of her left hand between Denyse's buttocks and into her asshole. The woman's legs were spread so there was no problem in finding the target. Her long, talonlike nails had cut the flesh, and a spot or two of blood was visible just before Denyse made her next move.
The black girl was in a fairly vulnerable position when she was holding up Deneyse's head with her right hand and then half turned so that she could get to her anus with the fingers of the left hand. She was caught completely off balance when Denyse used every ounce of strength she had to raise up and dump Laura Lee. The black girl's body slammed to the floor, her big breasts brutally hitting and then dragging along the wood.
Mercilessly, Denyse stood up and began to kick Laura Lee's sides with her bare feet. The model tried to use her hands to protect herself from the hard, pedal blows to her side and underneath to her belly, but Denyse took advantage of that to roll the girl over on her stomach, then jump over her stomach, coming down on it with the weight of her whole body.
It completely knocked the wind out of Laura Lee, and the temporarily victorious Denyse, sitting on the black model's abdomen, began to slap the bruised breasts back and forth. The noise sounded like that of a fastly used punching bag, but the slaps were more crisp. They were both perspiring, and each open handed slap was very noisy, while the fist hits were more of a thud.
"Goddam, you're killing me, Denyse . . . oh, it . . ," Laura Lee groaned, as if on the verge of defeat, obviously suffering from the slaps and blows to her breasts. "What ... do you want me to do . . . say I give up?"
"Not yet!" snapped Denyse, her teeth gritting and a savage look in her eyes. "I want to ... to mess up that face a little too, bitch! Fix you . . . so you won't be doing any modeling for a while. . . ."
"Oh, no, please . . . ," Laura Lee pleaded, and we all seemed surprised at how fast the fighting had made Denyse sober up.
But Laura Lee was only feigning near defeat and successfully put Denyse off guard. The model suddenly brought her balled right fist against the woman's rib-cage and Denyse fell off. Hurting and crying, Laura Lee jumped to her feet. She didn't kick, but backed away as a boxer, just waiting for Denyse to get up. And when she did, Laura Lee gave her a very brutally hard jab to the belly and a fast, strong right to the face. Denyse fell down on two of the mats unconscious.
The room was deathly still at first. Laura Lee's labored breathing seemed to be the only sound. Jeanne and I were hugging each other, and we both were at a height of passion, having been turned on voyeuristically by viewing the sadism. Jeanne had smoked the entire marijuana cigarette and she was floating more so than I. Of course, nearly everyone in the room was on Laura Lee's side. Denyse had clearly taken advantage of her when she kept pummeling her breasts. And she would have gone a lot farther too.
But Ramona was from the South. Ramona had a very special attraction for Denyse. And it was the 43 year old married woman who walked over and dropped to her knees and craddled Denyse's face tenderly.
"Oh, my darling . . . are you hurt? Are you unconscious? Talk to me, Denyse ... please?" the woman cried, stroking her hair and kissing her face.
"Who . . . what. . . ," Denyse said very faintly, her eyes just beginning to open.
And then the strangest thing happened!
"Get away from Denyse, damn you!" Laura Lee cursed Ramona, then lay alongside her former opponent with an arm around her breasts as she kissed and licked her face tenderly, almost crying as she said, "Oh, baby, honey . . . sweet Denyse. Please, forgive me, my darling! I love you too much to want to hurt you. I just couldn't stand your 'niggering' me any more . . . the way you said it. It tore me up, because I love you too much....."
"It's all right, my darling," Denyse responded in a soft, intimate voice, putting her arms lovingly around Laura Lee's neck and then rolling over on top of the black girl. "It was my fault. I'm sorry. I love you too. And I want to fuck you. . .
"Oh, precious sweetheart!" Laura Lee cried out joyously, spreading her legs far apart so that Denyse could position her mount right on top of the girl's. "Do me . . . fuck me, lover. I'm so hot, I'll do it any way! Oh, shit, I'm hot for your body!"
Denyse was known as an expert at flat-fucking a girl and Jeanne and I, our hands feeling thighs, breasts, cunts and assholes, crouched down to get a better view. The white woman was already teasing Laura Lee by rubbing their sensitive and hairy mounds together. In a moment or so, after rubbing their breasts together and French kissing on their mouths, Denyse began to spread her legs too, until they were right against the younger model's.
They locked their legs closer together by intertwining their feet and ankles. Jeanne and I (and the others), then moved around so that we could see more clearly right up between their thighs. Laura Lee was pushing her ass and moving her cunt back and forth against Denyses's. They were both very wet way up between their thighs there, and Denyse's secretions dripped through Lama Lee's hairy cunt and onto the mat.
"Look! Look!" Jeanne said to me, pointing at Denyse's long, swollen clit as it emerged from between her cunt lips.
I had remembered it from before, of course, but to see it work at such close range was a very sensual treat. They moved their pelvises together slowly and the taller Denyse helped feed a nipple for Laura Lee to suck on. The girl immediately took the pick treat between her lips and into her mouth.
"Jeanne!" Denyse called out in frustration. "Look up between our crotches there . . . help get my clit on hers . . . you know ... so I can fuck. . . ."
I envied Jeanne as she went right up between their legs and fingered around in the black girl's gaping cunt until she found the clit. I crept up closer too and began to lick Laura Lee's thighs and kiss them, being rewarded by a sigh from her. Jeanne having located the lower clit, then easily put her fingers around Denyse's big, wet clit and led it into place over the other one.
"Oh ... oh, that's perfect!" Laura Lee called out. "And lick that leg, Norma! This is a real ball!"
I was thoroughly enjoying licking up the inside of their outstretched thighs. They were both perspiring, but the difference between the moisture of perspiration and the dampness of the area closer to the female genitals was very noticeable. As Denyse was on top, it was her thighs that I licked the higher, but then I moved away because of the "bumping" movements of the woman's big ass as she flatfucked the girl.
"Oh ... oh, joy! Joy! Joy!" Laura screamed wildly as her first orgasm came, then called out to us with impassioned laughter, "Y'all come! All come Bang me! Bang me, babies!"
We all took up position around the moving bodies Jeanne first kissed and licked the sides of Laura Lee's thighs as I went between the legs again and managed to pull apart Denyse's exciting buttocks. They were so creamy white and smooth that I spontaneously began to lick them all over and gradually worked toward the crease. But I was rudely pushed aside by Ramona, whose open mouth and tongue could not wait to devour the woman's crease and anus. I pulled back and watched her thick tongue lap so hungrily and thirstily at the dampened crevice. I held the cheeks farther apart yet, and saw the tongue force its way into her asshole as far as it was possible!
Ramona was the most ravenous woman I had ever seen. I moved down a little farther, and she moved almost on top of Denyse. Her head was down between the two females' crotches and by moving to the side, I watched her suck Denyse's clitoris out of the black pussy beneath it.
"Damn you, Ramona!" Lama Lee cursed, but there was no more serious anger in her voice. "If you're going to steal my 'prick', move your cunt up here and I can have something to suck on besides Denyse's spit!"
I got up on my knees and watched Ramona maneuver her white body, twisting it almost halfway until her pussy was near the faces of the black girl and the photographess. Laura Lee's face moved out and her pinkish tongue moved through her full lips to enter the fur covered mouth of Ramona's dripping cunt. I moved up to their faces, my body stretched out in the opposite direction, and I watched Lama Lee's skillful tongue seem to grow longer and longer with each penetration.
Ramona moved her right leg over my back, which opened up her thighs more and put her pussy much closer to the young model's wonderful mouth. And then I felt a gentle probing between the upper cheeks of my buttocks and realized that Ramona was using her big toe at my rear. My body tingled at the very idea of her three way Lesbian contact, or four, actually.
The woman was sucking and licking Denyse's long clit as well as the black pussy beneath it, satisfying her taste for cunt from two women at the same time! Simultaneously, she had her pussy at Laura Lee's sucking and licking mouth, while she was just getting ready to insert her big toe in my asshole, which she had finally found!
In addition to that, there were actually three faces at her pussy area-Laura Lee's, mine, and Denyse's. I began to lick out around the public hairs, and lick in them, while Denyse licked her hips and ass. The odor of the three faces and one cunt was overhwelmingly erotic! Voyeurism played so much a part in my excitement too. I was only inches away and watched with tremendous excitement as I realized that it was true what they said about Laura Lee. She had trained herself to gradually make her tongue stretch out farther and farther as she went down on a girl! She curled it lengthwise as if it were a prick and pressed her lips to Ramona's wet cunt. Only a tiny space separated their lips with each thrust, and I could see the long, rolled tongue pull back in the model's mouth with a "slurp", bringing with it sex juices, and then see it slide back in to the very end, as if I were watching a long subway train move by a window that showed only a small part of the train at a time!
"Laura Lee's a genius with her tongue," Denyse said to me admiringly as she too watched the process. "I needed to get beaten by her this time. I go too far sometimes . . ."
"Have you had fights like that before?" I asked.
"Several times," she admitted, her voice speaking as quietly as mine. "You have no idea how much stronger your lovemaking is after a fight with a girl you're very fond of. When I flat-fucked her than, I think we both had half a dozen orgasms. Oh, God, it was good!"
"Have you been mad with Jeanne yet?" I asked, meeting her smiling eyes with mine as we looked way from the oral-fuck Lama Lee was giving Ramona's cunt. "She's a hot little thing, you know, d I'm quite fond of her too." "I know," Denyse said, licking her lips as she kept looking at my mouth. "And I'm a very jealous type. I might get mad at her . . . scold her a little. But Jeanne's all femme as far as I'm concerned. I could never fight with her like I do with Lama Lee sometimes ... or like I might with you. . . ."
"Do you want to fight me?" I asked her very frankly.
"No, Norma," she said with a little laugh. "Not now, anyway. I feel so happy. I think this is quite an exciting way to have a sexy conversation, don't you? Our three heads huddled together and our bodies feeling so good."
"Ramona has her big toe fucking my ass!" I added, "and I'm sure you feel Jeanne licking around you down there somewhere."
"My thighs and between bodies, titties too," Denyse said with a passionate sigh. "But the way Ramona can suck my clit and tongue Lama Lee's cunt alternately . . . oh, it's so Arte!"
"I want to suck your clit too," I said, passionately picturing the long, red gristle that fascinated me so. I want to bite it.!"
"You will," Denyse promised moving her face closer to mine and tonguing my forehead and nose. "We'll all eventually have time to do everything. But it all can't be done at one party. Oh, that goddam Juanita! Look at her, sitting over there on the bar stool spitting on her fingers and trying to masturbate herself until she passes out. I have to spell everything out to her. She should be over here licking us or something. I hope I can find some new girls for members . . . ones whom I can trust. That's the tough problem."
"Maybe I can help a little," I replied, then waited for Denyse to shriek out and shudder in orgasm before I continued. "My stepdaughter, Cissy Hathaway . . . you said you'd met her before."
"Cissy! Yes!" Denyse said enthusiastically, although a little out of breath. "Have you . . . made it with her? She's a darling!"
"I've almost made it with her," I replied, rotating my ass as Ramona's toe kept digging in farther and Denyse tipped her tongue and tried to put it up one of my nostrils. "Um-mmm . . . that's a nice twist. But as I was saying about Cissy-I know she'd love to join us. She's bi, but her only real male lover is Ken, my stepson. And he'd give a thousand dollars to join us to. . . ."
"That's . . . out!"
"Yes, I know," I replied. "I've told him that. He gave me a beautiful cigarette case filled with marijuana cigarettes. That's why I've got on such a glow tonight. And he also has some LSD, and so does Cissy."
"Does Cissy fly a lot . . . use LSD?" Denyse asked with intense interest, trying to signal Juanita to join us. "I'm afraid of drugs . . . but LSD and pot are all right, unless you get caught. I should be able to trust you . . . and Cissy. Why don't we arrange for another party soon and have Cissy here?"
"Let me be the hostess for the next Club Lesbos meeting," I said, feeling Juanita's tongue vying with Ramona's toe for space at my sensitive asshole. "We have a darling French maid too, a teenager yet! She's every femme and nice. My husband's out of town for a week. How about Sunday night?"
"Oh, it sounds wonderful!" Denyse enthused, then frowned. "But make damn sure that stepson of yours doesn't try to crash the party. Ken Hathaway spells trouble."
"I have that all taken care of," I told her a little boastfully. "Ken fucks me when we can work it out. He gives me the pot and LSD. I swing with him and Cissy, and Cissy comes to the Club Lesbos parties. Everything evens out."
"Sounds good," Denyse said, then began to cry out with joy. "Oh, Ramona! Ramona! Bite it! Ah-oh! There it goes. Oh, goddam....."
Our spicy conversation in the midst of the physical pleasures was recessed for the moment. All of us were working toward orgasms in various ways. Even Juanita had moved around so that she could suck Jeanne's spicy blonde cunt as she wrapped her legs around my right thigh and moved her wet, Cuban pussy up and down in a way that was frosting on the cake for me, but a means of orgasm for her.
The frosting wasn't bad for me, either. I think it was the first time that a girl had gotten herself off that way with me, and I thoroughly enjoyed the sensations of her open, wet, cunt flesh and the small, hard clit juicing up and sensitizing my thigh. It was quite a good connection except that I wanted something in my pussy. I realized that I must not be all Lesbian because my thoughts went to Ken and his cock.
"Ramona . . . Ramona!" I called out, as an idea struck me. "Can you . . . put your big toe in my cunt and get me off ... if I twist my ass around the other way?"
"Yes . . . yes . . . ," she said breathlessly, making gulping noises as she took her mouth away momentarily from the black and white cunts. "Swing . . . swing your ass around, darling. You won't . . . be the first girl I've 'toed-off'."
I rotated the lower part of my body so that I was lying on a hip and still had kissing and licking access to Denyse's face and Ramona's cunt and an occasional kiss and lick at Laura Lee's cheeks, ear or lips. I slid one leg way back to open my thighs and Ramona then skillfully wiggled her big toe into my cunt! It was so exciting! So different! I just couldn't imagine that all the Lesbian sex I wanted was there! I had it!
"Do you like a toe-fuck?" Denyse asked me after licking on Ramona's upper thigh. "She's wonderful at that. Oh, Norma ... you must be one of us. You love women and girls like we do. You're intelligent and Cissy is intelligent. I want both of you to come and enjoy Lesbian sex to the fullest! I'm . . . not unattractive ... and I can promise Cissy many nice, young and sexy models! Don't you see, darling? Cissy will bring us class . . . like you! And if you and Cissy can get marijuana and LSD for us safely . . . Club Lesbos will grow! I can promise you some of the most popular and sexy fashion models in New York-married and single. And all so discreet. You and Cissy can have the lives you want. Oh, I know about your husband. He hates Lesbians I But Cissy is almost 100% Lesbian . . . except for her brother....."
"Yes . . . but he's a very sexy man," I interrupted her. "Ken's cock is so long and digs into my clit too...."
"Shut up!" Denyse cut me off. "I'm only interested in Cissy and the French maid. Are you with us or not, Norma? I know where your family apartment is on Fifth Avenue. Do we have an all girl party Sunday? Or ... do you want me to forget it?"
"No . . . no, Denyse," I vowed as sincerely as I knew how. "Nine o'clock . . . make it six o'clcok to start . . . Sunday evening. Cissy and I will be there . . . plenty of goodies to make us fly and be beautifully happy. . . ."
"Wonderful . . . and now, let's come again!" Denyse cried out, and we all throbbed, tingled, thrilled . . . and orgasmed!
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was almost noon when I woke up the next day, Saturday. I was not hung over, but I felt very shaky, very much in need of a drink. I started to light a marijuana cigarette, but remembered I had to get through the rest of the day, help Ken break the news to Cissy, and then party with the girls half the night.
I called downstairs and told Lisette to bring me up a very strong bloody mary, and then to serve me breakfast out by the pool, with another bloody mary, which was to pass for tomato juice in case anyone else was around to be nosy. I combed out my hair, dumped my robe on the bed and selected the most revealing bikini I had. It was pure black, with the look of leather, although it was actually nylon knit. The top exposed all but a half inch of my cleavage and clung to my breasts nicely. The bottom was very low with high-cut legs.
"Come in!" I called out when Lisette's unmistakable knock came at the door, and I turned to face her stark naked as she entered. "I'm . . . very hungry today, Lisette . . . I'll have two eggs, two pieces of toast, globs of bacon, another one of these, as I told you, and some coffee."
Our eyes met as I took the bloody mary and put it to my lips. It was very cold and very strong. I drained the glass at once and reached for a cigarette (one with tobacco), as Lisette's eyes lowered to inspect the rest of my body. The powerful vodka and the inhalation of the cigarette took care of my nervousness almost immediately.
"Would Madame like another drink before breakfast?" Lisette asked very formally, and I smiled at her anxious eyes that were so excited by my naked body."No . . not right now. But be sure the one you bring me at the pool is extra strong. Use the imported, extra-proof vodka."
"Yes, Madame," she answered, obediently taking the glass from me. "Miss Cissy is sunbathing out by the pool. I . . . thought also you might like to know that she was asking Mr. Ken at breakfast where you were last night. ..."
"Oh?" I responded with a frown, then smiled as I stepped closer to her and put her arm around my naked buttocks. "And what did Mr. Ken tell her, Lisette?"
"He told her he was not certain," she answered, her grasping fingers telling me silently that I had not made a wrong move. "He said may-be you are with the old girlfriend from Texas."
"It's very nice of you to tell me this, Lisette," I said, guiding her over to my purse on the dresser. "You seem to observe things very well. Let's see . . . I don't seem to have but,a five, two ones ... oh, good, there's a fifty dollar bill. Here, darling, you must take it because you are so nice to me."
"Oh, Madame! It is too much!" she exclaimed with joy, holding on to the bill tightly. "I can buy two new dresses! I adore you, Madame!"
Lisette placed the bill and the glass on the dresser and faced me, her mouth close to mine. I entwined my arms around her body and felt the warmth of her ass flesh flowing through the nylon uniform. Her fingers played across both my buttocks, and then I pressed my lips firmly to hers.
My tongue moved immediately, aggressively into her young mouth and searched out the fleshy recesses that so resembled a cunt in many ways. Her right hand moved around to the front of my body. She placed it flatly over my cunt mound and let her middle finger probe between the upper lips and slide over the wet clit. I moved up the back of her uniform and felt the warm flesh of her upper thighs, and the pertly rounded ass that was hardly covered at all in a pair of knit bikini panties.
"Nice! Very nice, Lisette," I told her, deliberately and teasingly pushing her away. "But you must get my breakfast, darling. Later, we can kiss and . . . and do much more. I'm glad you like my body. Would . . . would you like to go to a party with several very sexy and beautiful young women tomorrow night? Some of the girls are professional models with the most beautiful and . . . very passionate bodies. Just girls and women, Lisette . . . no men."
"Yes . . . yes, of course, Madame Hathaway!" she exclaimed with an incongruous blend of the most sexual intimacy and obedient formality. "I have been to this kind of party when I was 15 in Paris. Yes, I would love to go . . . with you. . . ."
"Very good," I told her, walking toward the door with her. "Say nothing about this to anyone else unless I tell you to. Promise?"
"Yes . . . yes. . . ," she replied softly, then pressed her lips to mine in a fleeting kiss.
Ten minutes later I walked out to the pool at the side of the house. It was quite a large pool, surrounded by a beach of thick grass and tall trees and was visible only from the house. I spotted Cissy immediately. She was sprawled comfortably across two big beach towels in nothing but the tiny bottoms of her fringe-trimmed bikinis. She looked much like a topless go-go girl, and I stood in the shadows and admired her naked body for a moment.
For a woman of 33, she was marvelously in trim. She spent almost two hours every day at a very expensive health and beauty salon nearby, but the cost was evidently worth it. Her breasts were almost as large as mine, but were the tubular type that stuck way out. Her waist was a full 13 or 14 inches slimmer than her breasts, and her buttocks were about 35, compared with her 36C bust. Her legs were long and quite shapely, although her thighs were not as full as mine.
A large transistor stereo blared out classical music by her side, and a Thermos that was on top of her bikini top was undoubtedly filled with gin and tonic. Cissy wore a pair of black eye-covers so that her full face received the benefits of the tanning rays of the sun. She would never have been topless by the pool when her father was home. Jim, the chauffeur could see the pool from his bedroom window. But Cissy didn't care, I was sure. It was just like her to tease him mercilessly.
"Good afternoon, Mother Norma!" she greeted me sarcastically when I sat down at the umbrella table not far from her. "It's nice to see you up. I woke up with a splitting headache at almost four this morning and heard you come in. I hope you had a good time with your . . . girlfriend!"
"Yes, we had a very good time," I said in an expressionless voice.
"What play did you see? Or was it a movie?" Cissy asked, removing her eye-covers and pouring a drink from the Thermos. "There are so many good theatrical works going in New York, I'm sure you treated her to one of the better ones."
"We just went out for a late supper and then sat down drinking and talking until almost three in the morning," I responded, wishing I had let Lisette bring me that second drink. "You know how it is when you haven't seen anyone in ten years . . . and there's a lot to talk about. . . ."
"Oh, my, yes!" Cissy said, rolling over on her belly and looking at me from an angle, displaying her big breasts pendulously. "All night the night before, and until three this morning. And you did meet Denyse DeFontayne, didn't you? Did you find her sexy?"
"She's a very attractive woman," I replied stiffly, crossing my legs and tapping on the metal tabletop with my fingernails.
"She had a party for some of her 'special' female friends last night, I understand," Cissy probed right on, smiling as she looked down at her breasts, licked her lips and then stared me right in the eyes. "She must have invited your friend, Jeanne . . . and Jeanne would insist on inviting you ... wouldn't she?"
"Breakfast is served, Madame Hathaway," Lisette announced as she sat down the tray of food on the table and saved me momentarily, gave me time to think. "There's more tomato juice, if you would like it later. And, Miss Cissy . . . may I refill your cooling bottle with gin and tonic?"
Cissy smiled at the girl and brazenly kissed her ankle when she stepped over to pick up the Thermos. I had a remarkable view when Lisette leaned over. Her ass was naked except for the small, sheer briefs, her stockings added to the attractiveness of her young legs. And between those legs, I looked at Cissy's naked breasts and the fairly small, but swollen pink nipples as she turned on her side.
"Who told you there was a party?" I asked her bluntly after half downing the bloody mary and having a few bites of my breakfast. "Do you know Miss DeFontayne well?"
"Oh ... I met her once at a party, I think," Cissy answered casually, draining her glass and smacking her pretty lips and licking them, "I do recall that she was rather attractive . . . 'sexy', as you might put it. Did you get naked with her!"
Cissy had spit out the question as a shocker, and it was. But instead of answering impulsively and making a fool of myself, I ignored her. I was very hungry, and I simply looked away from Cissy and finished the entire meal within about three more minutes. I drained my bloody mary also, and the timing was perfect. Lisette came out with a fresh thermos of gin and tonic for Cissy and without my asking, bless her) a very cold, tall glass of "tomato juice" for me. We both thanked her profusely. When she went back in the house, Cissy stood up and walked over to the table by me.
"I've never known anyone who liked tomato juice so well," she commented, then picked up my glass and took a sip. "Oh! The imported, 150 pro vodka. . . ."
"I'm terribly sorry, my pretty stepdaughter!" I responded with the kind of biting sarcasm she had been using on me. "I wasn't aware that I had to get permission from my husband's 'little girl' in order to have a drink! Or to go out! You seem to be doing well with your gin and tonics . . . and your late hours!"
"Yes . . . that's right, Norma," she said with that smirking, confident, domineering smile! "I'm a 33 year old woman with three marriages behind me. I'm not accountable to a husband. And I don't 'sneak' my drinking. Why do you? Afraid of becoming a little alcoholic? Father has a bug about that almost as much as he does about homosexuality. . . ."
"Go fuck yourself!" I yelled at her impulsively, reaching up to slap her face with full force after she set my glass back down. "I've taken all the crap from you I'm going to Cissy! You're a Lesbian and an incest fuck too! And don't ask me who told me! The same person who told me about you, is the same person who told you about me I Yes! Denyse had a grand party! I sucked a half dozen cunts! You would have loved it, but you weren't invited!" Cissy remained silent. She stood there, holding er hand at her face where I had almost knocked her over. And then, she began to rub the sides of her body with her hands. She cupped her tubular-shaped breasts, as if holding them out for suck. It seemed that her entire attitude toward me was changing and that I had somehow slapped her into some sense.
"You're right . . . Norma," she said breathlessly, teasing me by pointing her nipples toward my mouth. "We're all three the exact opposite of what Father wants us to be. Ken and I have managed to be happy together in spite of it! You ... I always thought of you as an . . . enemy. But, darling! Don't you see? We can all three have beautiful, marvelous, shattering sex together . . . and I can come to Denyse's parties. And don't worry about Lisette . . . she's safe, and so is Jim. He fucks me sometimes, but I'm not even sure if he's around today. Norma! Let's go to my bedroom and make love. Ken's gone into White Plains to do some shopping. He can join us later."
"What about Lisette?" I asked.
"Lisette?" Cissy suddenly angered again. "Do you want her more than you do me? She's a little foreign cunt we can buy and sell! Don't you want me, Norma? I want you . . . your sexy body....."
"You're turning me on, Cissy," I replied with a quiver, locking my arm with hers. "I can't wait to get to those breasts of yours. They're so lovely."
As we walked up the front stairway together, pausing twice to embrace and French kiss, I saw the dining room entrance from the corner of my eye. Poor Lisette. She was standing there watching us, a very hurt expression on her young face. I smiled at her as if to say-"Don't worry, darling. You'll be taken care of later ... by both of us." Cissy was not so kind.
"Get to work, Frenchie!" she yelled at the girl when she saw her. "And don't come up to my room unless I call for you. Norma and I want to left alone! Do you understand?"
"Yes . . . Miss Cissy," Lisette acknowledged, then skulked back toward the kitchen.
"I can't wait until Ken gets back," Cissy said with a laugh as we entered her bedroom. "He's probably had a hard-on all morning thinking about clever ways he can bring us, you and I, together. Won't he be surprised?"
Cissy's bedroom was as large as the one Kenneth and I occupied and it had a small but complete bar like our apartment bedroom in Manhattan. Her furniture was ultra-feminine, all fine woods coated white, with borders of black that fused into the mass of white. Her dressing table had twice as many kinds of perfumes, colognes and other toiletries as mine. Even the air was subtly perfumed by a filter attachment that fit the ducts through which the air-conditioning entered the room.
Her bathroom was purple and white, complete to the thick, washable carpet. I had never been inside her quarters before and I found that just being there excited the itch between my legs! I watched Cissy carefully lock the door from the inside, then approach me, walking sO that her long, firm breasts swayed very slowly and sensually. My eyes zeroed in on the relatively small, pink nipples and I leaned over to suck it right away.
"Oh, darling . . . precious girl!" she exclaimed, her taut hands caressing my head, fingers playing in my hair and ears. "Oh, precious girl! How did you know my weak spot? Norma, darling . . . I'm so hot in my titties, I can come just by ... by playing with them myself ... or rubbing up against someone I like . . . even when we're dressed. Oh, God, darling! Darling! You're a perfect tit sucker!"
I held the long, tubular shaped breast cupped in both hands and forced the hard nipple toward my mouth. My lips barely covered the nipple at first, and then I used a great deal of suction to pull it and some of the flesh beyond into my mouth. I began to squeeze the breast just beyond the nipple, and sucked much harder. I opened my mouth as wide as possible and continued to suck as if my life depended on it!
"Norma! Norma! I ... I don't believe it! Oh, Norma, precious!" Cissy wailed in sudden delight as almost half of the body of her breast filled my mouth with its sexy fulsomeness. "Let me . . move back and forth a little, precious angel! Oh! Oh! There went a lovely orgasm. Lisette's mouth is too small for that, Ken claims his is, but I think he's just not much of a tit-man. None of my husbands could suck it in like you, precious angel! One old girlfriend, Patti, used to do it that way to me . . . but I had to quit seeing her because she kept trying to get me to let her husband fuck me, and I couldn't stand the bastard....."
Cissy talked excitedly, nervously, her breath short. She pushed her body toward me, and as I held the back part of her tit with the fingers of both hands, I could open my mouth to the very limit and slide it back and forth, as if I were sucking a very huge cock! Her nipple tickled the back of my mouth and my throat, but I was so relaxed and enjoying it, that there were no choking sensations at all.
"There! Again! Oh-oh . . . oh-h!" she screamed, and then leaned her back against the bar for support. "Norma, precious angel ... I must eat you. I must eat you. . . ."
Her voice and manner of speech were affected, almost theatrical. But despite the artificiality it made her seem very sophisticatedly sexy. I liked it. And the itch between my legs was so strong that I could feel the liquids almost ready to break the dam of my pussy lips!
"They . . . they unfasten at the sides, don't they?" Cissy asked, kneeling to help me off with my brief bikini bottoms. "I've wanted to eat your cunt ever since you married Father. Ken and I talk about fucking you or seducing you when we get hot together sometimes . . . even when he's fucking me.....
I walked over to the king-size bed and lay down on my back, spreading my legs only a little because I wanted Cissy to open the lips of my pussy herself. She came up on the bed beside me as soon as she had removed her bikini bottoms. Her head was at the level of my thigh juncture, but she did not get on top of me at first. She lay on her stomach and licked at my hips, sighing and saying almost incoherently soft words. Her left hand grazed my belly and I felt that her fingers were trembling. "Precious angel! Raise your right leg. That's it, bend the knee and keep your leg comfortable," she said.
Her wet lips and tongue were soon bathing my right thigh under the top and into the thigh-crease under my buttock. Her tongue was cat-like in its effectiveness and I was getting goose-pimples all over. Her tongue extended almost to the bottom of my cunt, then she moved her head back to my side and began to crawl on top of my belly with the upper half of her body. The breasts were against my flesh, one touching and teasing the fringes of my pubic hair. For some reason, perhaps the contact with her, I realized that my bikini top was still on. I struggled to loosen it and then get it off and throw it to the floor. After that, I rested my right hand on the top of her head and ran my fingers through the silky-brown mass.
"Precious angel!" she exclaimed with more feeling than ever when her two fingers gently parted the top of my cunt lips. "You have enough of that delicious, non-fat milk for me to fill my mouth. Oh, Norma!"
I was experiencing an orgasm already because I had been building up to it from all our activity. And then my passions were immediately rejuvenated. The feel of her big breasts pressing on my belly was a delight. The teasing of her fingers running up and down the outside of my cunt lips made me move my ass.
Sighing and breathing heavily, Cissy used her left hand to keep my pussy lips tightly together from the bottom almost to the top. She put her right finger deep in my wet cunt through the small space she had left open. The finger probed around my inner lips and beyond and circled around my clit several times. I was almost to the point of another orgasm, when she withdrew the' wet finger and licked it off.
"Delicious milk!" she said excitedly. "You taste young, precious angel. I think I could suck pussy milk blindfolded and tell you the age of the girl ... or woman. Have you ever eaten a 12 year old virgin? Oh, don't answer, Norma. If you did, it was probably that Jeanne girl who's Denyse's new femme. Well . . . pardon me while I have my milk......"
Cissy was incredible! She squeezed up the hole she had made at the top of my cunt until the flesh puckered out like a large nipple! With her breasts moving sensually against my belly, she lowered her lips and enclosed them around the "nipple" until it was a "sealed" connection! And then came the suction! She moved her head and grunted wildly as she sucked the secretions from the depths of my vagina and into her mouth.
She would release the suction to take a breath, then repeat the operation over and over until she had almost drained my cunt! There was no slurpy noise at all. She had breath control that was as silent as a baby at a bottle. And when she had finished sucking and swallowing my "precious milk", she forced her tongue through the small opening at the top, and jabbed incessantly at my clit.
The sensation was different than the usual licking or circling, but it did not seem to excite me too much at first. But as the excitement finally increased a little and I began to very, very subtly move my ass around, Cissy crawled completely over me in the 69 position. She spread her thighs and the lips of her pussy opened immediately and the secretions drooled on my chin and in my mouth.
I put both arms around her buttocks to feel that I had control of her lower body. Dark brown hair rimmed the pussy lips, which were thicker and more rubbery than average, but very slick with her juices. I opened her ass cheeks with my fingers and smelled the woman-sex dampness of her private parts thoroughly. I moved my fingers down farther until I could use them to stretch open the cunt lips more.
She seemed to smell so unusually clean in her pussy. It was not an unpleasant odor, or sweaty. It certainly was not perfumed in any way. It was the fresh and healthy natural smell that I associated with females who were fastidiously neat and clean.
I licked into the pussy and sucked out the juices, then licked around my chin to gulp in as much as possible. Her secretions had been so copious and thicker than the usual, that it made me think of sucking off a young man's cock and swallowing his come. I then began to run my tongue up and down the inner lips and was surprised to actually feel them swell and become stiffer by my contact. I was so thrilled that I gave my pelvis a big push when I orgasmed, and it knocked Cissy's hand, which had been holding most of my cunt closed, out of the way Her face immediately pressed in the open pussy.
It was as if she had been waiting for me to do that! Cissy hungrily sucked, licked and gnawed away at all of my inner pussy flesh that she could. She saved her saliva and deposited it in me like semen, squirting it between her teeth so that it felt almost too perfect as it splashed and splatted against my sensitive and responsive insides.
I began to move my ass in a slow roll that transmitted its motion to my pelvis, of course. I pushed my head more firmly into her pussy and let my nostrils inhale the wonderful odor more directly. I pressed upward and my nose slipped out onto the little piece of flesh between her cunt and asshole. My tongue had better access to her vagina, and I began to try to stretch it farther with each plunge, like I had seen Laura Lee do. Soon, the tip of my tongue was actually entering her unusually tight vagina. She cried out in orgasm immediately and I felt her vaginal muscle grab my tongue.
My chin was pressing hard against her clit, but not providing much in the way of movement yet. I was more interested in probing her vagina and making a "penis" of my tongue! Surprisingly, I found that by stretching my tongue a little bit more each time, I could get it well past her muscle. But we were tuned into making a game of it. Each time I inserted it as far as I could past the entrance to her vagina, she would grab it with her inner muscle and hold it for a moment.
I repositioned my face slightly so that my mouth itself was much closer to her vaginal entrance, my nose almost to her asshole, and my chin almost buried between her upper lips as it dug against the clit in a tempo with my tonguing. When I stretched out my tongue again, it went far past the entrance, and I groaned with delight as she began to work both sets of her vaginal muscles on it in a milking action!
My own cunt was being treated so nicely too. Cissy was more relaxed and attentive to my needs, and she licked my clit slowly as she held open my lips so that she could move her mouth down occasionally to suck up the new juices that secreted into my vagina. The slow licking thrilled me wonderfully and brought on a very shuddering orgasm that rocked my whole body. The buildup to it had become a frenzy. Her slow licking of my clit made me think of how sexy it looked to see a cat slowly lapping milk or licking on some object, my hand particularly.
Cissy was very much fascinated by my tongue-fuck idea, but I was eager for variety. I pulled open the cheeks of her lovely white ass and ran my tongue back to the crater. Her asshole puckered at the first touch of my tongue and then it began to move in and out! The crater would suck in, then push outward. I was amazed as I watched it work only inches from my eyes. I smiled as I remembered Ken's obsession for ass-fucking. He must have taught her complete control of her anus and the ring muscle and surrounding nerves.
I licked just the rim of the pulsating crater first, then suddenly pushed my tongue in deeply just as it was extended outward. It was amazing! Cissy's asshole did the rest! It pulled my tongue inside as it puckered inward and then seemed to draw my tongue out ever further! I simply relaxed my tongue and let her muscles do the rest. She pushed it out and pulled it in just as she would do a cock if she were sucking it!
"Eat those asses! Suck those cunts! Goddam, you girls give me a hard on!" Ken's voice suddenly bellowed from right beside us.
"How did you get in! How long have you been there playing with your fat, overused cock?" Cissy demanded to know after rolling off of me and spotting his clothes piled in a chair. "How did you get in?"
"The door's bolted from the inside . . . couldn't have been that way," he said with amusement. "Maybe I'm the 'cat burgler' and crawled up the outside wall....."
Although I was mainly preoccupied in watching Ken play with his big, hard cock, sort of milking it up and down, I could tell that the anger in Cissy's voice was real. She worshipped her older brother, but there were moments when privacy was the most sacred thing in the world to her.
"It looks a lot sexier," Ken was saying as he paced up and down the length of the room watching his own cock bounce up and down, "when two girls are going at it like that together and they don't know they're being watched. You remember what you told me when I caught you watching me masturbate in the bathroom. You said it looked sexier than when we were 'fooling around' and deliberately masturbating in front of each other."
"Maybe I've grown up and you haven't!" Cissy blared at him, her face red. "Answer my goddam question, you bastard! How did you get in? And . . . have you sneaked in my room before like this and watched me with someone ... or by myself?"
"How do you think I really knew what you and the little blonde go-go girl you were with last month were doing in the bathroom together?" I told you it was just a guess, but . . . might as well confess now. I watched you through the bathroom window. There's a ledge right outside the bathroom window, dear . . . part of the roof of the big service porch and laundry room we had built on to the house several years ago. It's very easy to climb the latticework on the side and then walk right up to yom bathroom window . . . and crawl inside if I want to."
"How . . . many other times have you spied on me, you prick of a brother?" Cissy demanded, her breasts bouncing so prettily as she beat her fist into the mattress. "Tell me, Ken! What else have you seen?"
"Well . . . besides you and the go-go girl in the bathroom, which was quite revealing," Ken said, feigning deep thought, "there was the time you bit Wanda Jackson's tit until you drew blood and had her scared to death. And . . . remember the high school kid you used to fuck last year? He wasn't over 16. I saw you pay him twenty bucks for stud service. . . ."
"So what?" Cissy screamed, jumping off the bed and going after him with her fists. "Money doesn't mean that much to any of us. He was a cute kid."
"And the last time Father was in California," Ken went on, dodging her blows easily. "I didn't see how much you paid them, but you had three black studs up here who did everything in the book to you! Cocks as long as bull-snakes, and you had one up your ass, one fucking your cunt, and the third one shooting his come in your mouth! And . . . ha-ha . . . you were so out of it that night. I jerked off in the toilet in there and flushed it while I was watching with the door just cracked open . . . and none of you heard it! Ha-ha!"
"And what else? Go on!" Cissy screamed, still trying to hit him, but realizing that she had lost the battle. "Tell Mother Norma all about what a perverted and obscene bitch you have for a sister! Did you look in the night that I had those same three black studs here to fuck, suck and abuse our little Lisette, while I watched and used a vibrator on myself for an hour and a half? Did you see me the night I sucked off Father's General Manager and scared the poor man to death? Did you see me when I brought up the six Lesbians from the Village and . . . no, you were in London with Father that time. Well . . . what else, dear brother?"
"Most of the times I've looked in on you," Ken said with a big laugh as Cissy gave up trying to hit him and fixed herself a drink at the bar. "You were flying solo! I've seen you work the vibrator over your cunt for half an hour or longer. Oh! And the carbonated water! You know, the one Father uses for his Scotches and sodas with the little gas pellets ... I loved watching you give yourself orgasmic douches with it while you were sitting on the toilet You must have climaxed once with each squirt . . . and there was undoubtedly a vicarious sense of father-daughter incest for you when you stuck the nozzle up your cunt . . . knowing he would be using it to provide the soda for his Scotch . . . flavored lightly with your cunt!"
"It's my soda-maker!" Cissy screamed, upset by the inference of father-daughter incest. "It was brought and paid for by my second . . . no, my third husband, the last one-Gary. He used to squirt it up my cunt all the time! He got a bigger kick out of watching me come than he did from fucking me! And he had a hang-up about Lesbians, just like Father. I seduced his cute secretary when he was out of town on business, and the stupid bitch had a fit of conscience one day and told him about it!"
The argument went on, but was rapidly dying down in intensity. It seemed to me that Ken was trying to score a point with Cissy for some reason, and finally, it came out in the open.
"What did Denyse say about Cissy becoming a member of Club Lesbos?" he asked me, then looked at his sister and said, "Listen to this, Cissy. I've had Norma arrange it so you can go to one of the lady lovers orgies-young models, hot twat, horny and hairy cunts. All waiting for you!"
"Really?" Cissy asked, looking at me. "Denyse wants me to join?"
"She's wild about it!" I exclaimed, walking over to the bar, kissing and licking her lips as I poured a lot of Scotch over a glass of ice cubes. "And she's hot for pot and acid too. The party's tomorrow night at our apartment in Manhattan. I agreed to play . . . hostess."
"Oh, Ken ... Norma! What can I say?" she said, looking from her brother to me as we both drained our glasses. "It's the group! Denyse has the most darling young models in New York!"
"Yeah . . . and I'd like to meet some of them," Ken said slowly and with determination. "Now . . . they want you because you're sexy as hell and have the body . . . and because you've got money and class! How about . . . fixing me up. I could hack it with a bunch of Lessies. I've got the tongue for it!"
"Never!" Cissy said immediately and firmly, "No matter how many times I tell you, Ken, you'll never understand! These aren't girls like Lisette ... or even me! They want nothing to do sexually with a man. They'd claw you to death if you tried to break the party. I saw it happen once in the Village, Ken. The guy was in drag ... a transvestite. When we got to the point where the clothes came off, three dykes practically clawed him to death when they saw he had a cock!"
"All right . . . fuck 'em all!" Ken said angrily. "But we can at least get Lisette up here and ball a little. And you, my dear sister, get that bottle of seltzer water or whatever the hell you call it . . . and be sure we have some gas pellets to make it really fizz! You girls are going to get it up your cunts and ass both. And! What do you prefer? I've got plenty of Mary Jane cigarettes. I suggest we all have a smoke, and I'll give you a full case to take to the party tomorrow, Cissy . . . you too, Norma. And I happen to have a few of the old fashioned LSD sugar cubes. You girls can live it up tomorrow night! And . . . why don't you just ask if the guy who donates the pot and acid can't come along . . . just once? Huh?"
Cissy ignored his request, but picked up the intercom house phone and asked Lisette to come up to her bedroom. I was looking forward to the ball with the fizz-water, but I had some kind of a premonition about the party the following night at our downtown apartment. If Ken was clever enough to get into his sister's room at the estate ... he might have ideas about getting into the apartment the next night. He seemed to be taking things too casually, while doing everything to promote the party. Why?
'Yes? Madame Hataway . . . Miss Cissy . . . Mr. Ken?" Lisette asked after we had told her to come in following her light tap on the door. You ... wanted me?"
"Of course, Frenchie!" Ken said, going behind her to re-bolt and lock the door that he had just unlocked for her. "You've seen us all naked before. Get off the uniform and fuck! Let's suck! Come on, Frenchie! Have a cigarette and let's groove, huh?"
Lisette eagerly took the marijuana cigarette and we all lit up. Ken gave her a whole pack of them too and told her that she was going to a Les party with Cissy and I the next night. Lisette seemed thrilled and began to strip, as Cissy brought out the seltzer bottle and put in a new CO2 pellet.
"Ah! It's nice to see that teenage, blonde cunt of yours again," Ken observed as Cissy knelt to pull off Lisette's briefs. "Just . . . leave the stockings and garter belt on ... so much sexier for a man.
Get on the bed Lisette. I want a light lunch followed! by some pussy-soda . . . ha-ha!"
When Lisette sprawled across the bed with her legs open, it was all I could do to try to hold myself back. Her body was so young and fresh, her legs so; beautiful, and her blonde-haired cunt so sweet and! adorable! I wanted to jump right in between the j legs and feel the thighs and sip the sweet juices from her cunt lips. Cissy joined me at the end of the bed to watch.
Ken lay beside Lisette, much like Cissy had first cuddled up to me only those few minutes before.; He moved over her belly and let the bottle of fizz-water set beside them on the bed. He opened the lips of her young pussy and pushed the hairs out of the way deftly with his tongue. I put an arm around Cissy as we knelt on the floor together.
"I love to watch my brother fuck other girls," she whispered to me, fingering my cunt gently, slowly, softly. "When he came back from his first summer at college, I was 16. He brought a friend of his with him, a boy 22. Our parents were vacationing in Europe. I ... I liked the boy. He had a good cock . . I like Ken's. You have no idea, precious angel, how I felt letting him fuck me while Ken watched us . .. and masturbated his milk all over my titties! Are you hot, Norma . . . watching him eat Lisette?"
"Very much," I replied honestly, rubbing my cheek against her right breast. "I've been living in a sexual vacuum for so long ... I mean, well, there was your father, of course, but nothing real wild! and. . . ."
"You don't have to explain, Norma," Cissy said, whispering in my ear and opening her thighs so I could rotate my finger around her slick clit. "I played a trick on him right before he met you. I had a girlfriend named Libby, who was wild for an older man. I fixed it so that Father thought I wasn't home, but I was really hiding in his bedroom closet. Libby came by to see me and Father had to go to the door because the servants were off.
"She acted like she was a little high. I knew Father thought she had the sexiest body of any of my friends, and I was right. He invited her in for a drink and they were in bed naked within 15 or 20 minutes. She posed for him and sucked him . . . did everything, but he couldn't get a hard on. All he could do was to stick his fingers in her ass and let her suck him off . . . without ever really getting hard. It's a good thing Libby was a real cockeater and loved to swallow. ..."
"I do too!" I exclaimed, watching Ken suck and lick ravenously at Lisette's open cunt. "I love to suck off men and swallow them. Their comes tastes almost as good as a nice woman's secretions . . . and there's so much more of it! Oh, I've got to suck off Ken. . . ."
"Look!" Cissy said excitedly.
Ken was feeling around for the seltzer bottle and brought it up to her hips in his right hand. He sucked her to an orgasm, then sucked more before he suddenly moved his head away. The nozzle on the seltzer bottle was pointed in a downward direction, so the bottle itself lay on her belly, while he put the nozzle in her cunt and pressed the button!
"Ah-hee! Hee-ah-ohich! Oh, it's crazy!" Lisette screamed, twisting her beautifully stockinged thighs and naked ass so that Ken had to keep moving with her. "It's crazy! You make me want a fuck a prickl I want to suck a cock . . . eat a pussy!"
The water fizzed and squirted until it was drooling out onto the bed, and then Ken quickly pulled away the seltzer bottle and glued his mouth to her cunt, gulping as he sucked out the juices. In a fit of passion, Cissy jumped up on the bed and straddled Lisette's head. The girl eagerly put her arms up around Cissy's upper thighs and pulled her open cunt down until it was being eagerly hcked and sucked by the French girl.
"Okay, Norma!" Ken called out to me, scrambling off the bed. "You're next! Just lie on the carpet there. You're already juiced up enough. Here . . . some pillows to elevate that delicious ass! And now . . . let's see how much you can take!"
Just as I heard Cissy screaming in orgasm, Ken began to fix my pussy lips tightly together by holding them shut with the fingers of his right hand. There was only a small opening at the top. It was the identical way that his sister had treated me when she went down on me that first time. Ken only hcked at the small opening atop my lips for a few moments, as Cissy came over and stood beside him, looking down at me, and demanding that he lick her very juicy pussy.
I looked up at them, between her lovely legs and into her pussy. She thrust her pelvis outward and Ken reached it with his tongue. He lapped it slowly and rhythmically as he felt his way down to the small opening at the top of my cunt and put the nozzle of the seltzer bottle in it.
"Oh! Oh . . . no . . . wheel Oh . . . oh, whee!" I half screamed, half cried out in laughter.
It was like the wildest sensation I could ever have! He pushed the button until the fizz-water was going deep into my vagina, squirting and splashing against the very womb and filling me up until I was bloated and begging him to stop. He ignored me completely and went right ahead. The pressure building up inside me was terrific! The carbonated water exerted so much pressure in my pussy that he finally took his finger off the button.
"I feel like I'm going to burst, Ken!" I objected, trying in vain to twist away from him as he refused to 'unplug' the nozzle from my opening.
"Lisette . . . come here . . . quick!" he called to the French girl, as I noticed for the first time that she had been sucking Cissy's tits and French kissing her. "You know what to do, Frenchie....."
Lisette immediately knelt between my legs and opened her mouth wide. Her lips were poised about two inches from the point where Ken had the nozzle in the small hole he had left in my otherwise closed pussy lips. Suddenly, he pulled the nozzle out and let the bottle slide to the floor! A gush of water spurted upward from the small place that was left open, and Lisette caught it in her mouth.
Ken squeezed upward with his left hand to close the hole. I was still terribly bloated! He was no longer sucking Cissy. She was down between my legs too. I watched her get into position, look up at him with that totally debauched, yet magnetically seductive smile.
"Put some more in her," she said. "Fill her up until she's ready to burst!"
"No, please!" I cried out. "I'm ready to burst now! It'll tear up my insides . . . ow . . . oh . . . oh!"
The pressure became more than I thought I could possibly bear. But Ken refused to stop. The fingers of his left hand dug into the flesh around my outer lips as he gripped tighter to keep them from bursting open. I thought my agony would never end!
"That's enough!" Cissy said, then lowered her mouth. "I want it all, Ken . . . don't fuck me up now, Ken. I want all of it from her!"
Ken quickly yanked the nozzle out of the hole, and I could see the geyser of carbonated water gush upward into Cissy's thirsty mouth before she could glue her lips over my "fountain". And then she was like a woman in screaming orgasm. She was lying on her belly between my legs. Her pelvis was rolling one way and then another, then dug itself into the deep pile of the rug. I watched her gulp, and gulp, and gulp, as the fizz-water continued to gush from my cunt into her mouth.
Finally, I felt that most of the pressure was gone. I was very relieved and experienced an orgasm, thighs and ass shaking with delight. At that point, Cissy had Ken let go of my lips and she started to suck furiously and deeply into my cunt and brought me to orgasm again. Her mouth moved up to the top of my cunt and her tongue-tip circled my clit until I screamed out a third time in a violent climax that made me shake and shudder all over for a whole minute!
"Precious angel!" Cissy exclaimed breathlessly. "That's the hottest I've ever made a girl before. Oh, I love you, Norma! What a great future we've got!"
"You left me out, didn't you?" Ken said, his cock standing up and throbbing as he tossed the seltzer bottle into a chair. "Who got her started? Who knows how to seal a cunt closed until it can take that kind of pressure? And who else is going to share the goodies with . . . Mother Norma?"
"Oh, don't be silly!" Cissy said, grabbing him by his cock and leading him to the bed. "Let's let Norma watch my brother fuck me. Come on ... I want some of your cock, darling, but hold off like the man of control that you are....."
Lisette and I stood by the bed kissing, fingering and licking. We watched Ken mount his sister so perfectly, easing his cock into her cunt without benefit of any hand guidance. And then he stroked it in and out of her cunt as if they had been fucking for years, which they had. When Cissy began to moan x and kiss and bite Ken's ears, he moved his mighty cock, piston-like, faster and faster.
Cissy threw her legs around his buttocks and began to pump her body to him. I crawled on the bed and began to hck up at her ass. Her cheeks were wide open because of the way she had her legs around him. I licked the crease and then let her movements take my tongue into her ass and "milk" it. She cried out in orgasm and jerked around so much that I could not keep up with her.
When Ken was slowly fucking his cock in and out of her cunt again, I lifted my head and licked and sucked gently on his balls. The aroma of sex was strong and inspiring, arousing and exciting. I put the tip of my tongue at the bottom of her cunt and let Ken's inward thrusts pull it along with his cock. Cissy moaned and wailed and moved her ass around with greater intensity.
I was hoping, and hoping and hoping that Ken would not come in her. I wanted his cock so much, and to taste the flavor of his sexual discharge! Very soon, Cissy came again . . . and again, scarcely two minutes apart, while Lisette licked between my outstretched legs and kept me at the very peak of excitement and arousal.
"Norma, darling . . . angel," Cissy's voice came to me breathlessly. "Move up until you're almost under the two of us. When ... I move out and Ken's cock leaves my pussy . . . you suck it. But . . . don't swallow it when he comes!"
"Cissy . . . why?" I asked, moving up under her and taking my mouth away from their connection. "Cissy I love the taste of it! I've never sucked Ken the way I want to....."
"You'll . . . get your wish," she insisted, then tried to explain to me after she was lying at our side and I had my mouth filled with the exciting, hard, throbbing cock of her brother. "The taste of come is from the taste buds on our tongues. When ... he comes . . . suck him all out . . . but hold it in your mouth. Then . . . you and I will kiss and exchange it back and forth, letting it coat both our tongues and swallowing about half each....."
I put my arms around Ken's buttocks and began to suck. I moved my hands around to his hips and found that I could control the thrusts better. He began to lick around my pussy and dab at my clit with his tongue. Cissy sat on the edge of the bed watching. Lisette was on her knees on the floor, Cissy's thighs around her shoulders. The French girl was sucking her brown-haired pussy noisily and greedily. Her hands were uplifted, fondling and squeezing Cissy's beautiful, tubular tits I I loved the feel of Ken's cock in my mouth. I never wanted it to stop. The feel of his pulsations, fullness of the organ itself, made me want to be fucked by him then too, just as he had fucked his sister and made me orgasm just watching it!
When his cock was on the outstroke, I used my tongue around the head and put the tip in his meatus hole. One time, I let the cock come all the way out of my mouth and I licked through the hairs on his balls, then pulled them in my mouth carefully to suck gently.
"My cock, Norma!" he said quickly, excitedly. "Get it back in your mouth in a hurry and then squeeze my balls! They're my weak spot....."
Immediately, I sucked the long, hard cock back into my mouth and let it penetrate deeply with each wonderfully stimulating stroke. When I sensed his orgasm, I imprisoned his head in the front of my mouth and blocked off my throat with my tongue against the back roof of my mouth. He let go and it spurted out on my tongue until the front of my mouth was filled. Cissy told me to release his cock and leave my lips open. With her fingers, she milked the last drops from his softening cock so that they fell in" my mouth.
I released Ken's balls and he moved out of the way. Cissy grabbed my arm and pulled me so that I was sitting on the edge of the bed beside her. Her anxious lips pressed on mine, and I could feel her suction pulling the viscous "milk" across my tongue and through her lips. I was aware of her moving her tongue so that the delicious come from her brother rolled around on it.
With what I had left in my mouth, I scooped with my tongue. It was amazing how I could really taste it so strongly by letting it absorb into the very taste-buds themselves. I began to suck some of it back from her. She sucked at the same time. We began a very delightful little "battle" to see who could get the most in our mouth to swallow. When I was almost certain that I had much more than half, I broke the suction of our kiss and gulped it greedily down my throat, watching the muscles in Cissy's neck telling me that she was doing the same.
"Oh, precious angel!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around me as we watched Ken ,and Cissy begin a 69 on the floor, their bodies rolling and pitching, Ken's prick is almost hard again. "Tomorrow night will be the most, the greatest! I just can't wait! We'll have to get there early and straighten up the place . . . move all the fragile things and see that we have a good supply of liquor. I'll also arrange for the housekeeper to have a crew put the place in shape the next day. A fifty dollar bonus should take care of that......"
'Til help you too," Ken said, taking his mouth away from Lisette's cunt with a loud smack.
"And you'll leave at 5:30!" Cissy told him. "And I'll see that the doors are all locked from the inside! There's no roof you can crawl up on there to sneak in."
"How about just a little time with the girls, and. . . ." "No!" Cissy and I said in perfect unison, then hugged each other tightly and kissed as we lay back on the bed.
CHAPTER EIGHT
At ten o'clock the next night, I felt like I was floating, dreaming, being carried away in a sea of relaxed and beautiful pleasures that would never stop. My head was buried in Laura Lee's brown thighs and my tongue was so beautifully going over the crisp hairs of her cunt. I sucked and tasted her secretions, and everything about me was as perfect as in a perfect dream.
When the orgasms did come, they were more intense than ever, but I was in no frantic hurry. If I wanted to lick Denyse's pussy, I simply walked to her, dropped to my knees and put my arms around her upper thighs and ate it! There were two models there only 18 or 19 years old, and I had sucked them both until they had temporarily run out of orgasms. Laura Lee jokingly relinquished her title of "The Tongue" in my favor because I seemed to be obsessed with going down on every beautiful female there.
I had smoked almost three of the marijuana cigarettes and passed out one or more to the others. Denyse preferred the LSD, and we were all very high, very loving, very sexy. In addition to pitching in and helping so much, Ken had given us enough marijuana cigarettes to last a week on a wonderfully floating high. At times, I wondered if he might not have a peephole in the apartment upstairs, or knew of some way to look through the walls of the apartment next door. Earlier, I had laughingly asked Cissy if he might have concealed some TV cameras and was watching us on a closed circuit somewhere.
Cissy had not thought my remark to be funny, but I was in such a wonderfully delightful mood that I had laughed at myself and floated over to Jeanne and made love to her on the couch in front of everyone. In fact, I think I harbored a secret wish that Ken was watching. He would certainly never see so many beautiful and naked females making love to each other. It was the most wonderful scene imaginable!
As I was eating Laura Lee's delicious pussy, she was standing up in a chair, and I was standing on the floor. Cissy was behind her and had spread the two glossy-brown orbs of her buttocks and was giving her asshole a hot fuck with the tongue. Laura Lee was singing and crying out in ecstasy. And as I lapped her cunt, my left eye was able to see the entire spectacle of the greatest Sapphic orgy imaginable. There was a feeling of deja-vu that I experienced too, and my body tingled with ideas of reincarnation and the supernatural.
"Oh . . . oh, Cissy . . . Norma . . Laura Lee panted, looking down at us. "I can't . . . take anymore right now. Let me rest ... a few minutes....."
Cissy and I pulled back and watched the black beauty jump down to the floor and set up a jiggle in her full buttocks and nice breasts. I pulled Cissy's naked body to mine and licked her mouth until our lips finally joined in a long kiss. The flavors in our mouths combined and we traded our saliva wantonly. My hands went to her dripping cunt and I scooped up her liquids and put the hand to her mouth. She sucked and licked her own fluids and we kissed again.
"No! I can't it do!" we heard Juanita's shrill voice screaming from the bedroom, followed by laughter from several of the others. "You got to make me come ... I go crazy. No ... no ... do more . . . more!"
"What's going on in here?" I asked after Cissy and I had floated to the front bedroom arm in arm. "Juanita's tied to the bed! She's crying! She looks so sweet....."
"It's a mink-glove tease!" Cissy said, her hand squeezing mine and then going around my left buttock and into the crease. "See? Denyse is wearing a velvet or mink glove. It produces the most wonderful sexual sensations . . . rubbed teasingly on the breasts, the thighs ... or right into the cunt! But see? Denyse is stopping short of letting her come . . . finishing her off. And there's nothing Juanita can do about it because she's strapped to the bedposts by her ankles and wrists. Watch, precious angel?"
Through the hedonistic haze that surrounded me and lifted me, I watched. The beautiful Cuban teenager seemed to be so lovely in her distress. Her frustrations were only a visual pleasure for me.
Denyse's gloved hand rubbed over the pretty girl's belly until her whole body was spasming. One gloved finger crept into the dark pubic hair and made one circle around the wet clit in Juanita's tasty cunt. The girl bucked upwards! And Denyse withdrew her hand quickly. Sweat was pouring out of Juanita's body and she was glistening in a rainbow of dazzling colors.
"Please! Please, Miss Denyse!" the darling little girl cried. "If I do not come, I will surely . . . die!"
"Not really, my little Cuban cunt," Denyse purred at her mockingly, derisively. "I'm not going to untie you all night. But you can watch the rest of us do sexy things if I leave the door open. Come, girls, let's make a lovely daisy chain for Juanita to watch."
It was only a matter of minutes, but it could have been hours what with the hazy disorientation of my brain and the .floating hedonism that went through me and around me. We were sprawled all over the living room, our naked bodies weaving a pattern between furniture and around corners. I was lying on my belly between Jeanne's legs. She was on her belly too.
I opened the cheeks of her ass after licking over their swells and upper thighs. One of the new models was in front of her. The teenage girl was on her back so that Jeanne was sucking the succulent young pussy. At my rear, Laura Lee's fabulously long tongue made my buttocks rise and swell as it penetrated my asshole and I tried to use my muscles on her.
Denyse was between the two new models and Lisette was behind Laura Lee, her face under the black beauty's hairy cunt.
I felt the luckiest of all because Jeanne and I had gained a certain sexual rapport. I kneaded her buttocks with my hands and she pushed up her bottom from the floor so I could lick her pussy as well as her ass crease. Juanita's piercing screams were the only sounds that broke through the licking, lapping, sucking noises and the moans and sighs of the orgasms we were enjoying in the living room.
But suddenly, my floating brain became a jangle of crashing sounds! Wood was being split! Male voices were yelling. And there were equally obnoxious female voices. Was I still in a haze and had I passed on to a nightmare stage? No! The nightmare was real!
"All of you!" A gruff voice shouted as blue uniformed men and women entered through the splintered door from the hallway. "We've policewomen with us too, so don't call us a bunch of dirty-old-men! Line up back there and.....
Flashguns began to pop and the gruff-voiced policemen told some men in civilian clothes that he would confiscate the film if any more "newspaper reporters" tried to take pictures. Men and women in blue began looking through our purses and clothes. They retrieved the marijuana cigarettes, the LSD.
When they were taking our pictures at the vice squad headquarters, I was still so high that I smiled when the police photographer told me to.
The rooming house in the Village was drab and dirty, but where else could we go? The morning sun and heat awakened me and I looked over at Cissy, still asleep next to me. Lisette was on the spare cot, smoking a cigarette and probably thinking about how nice it would be if she had never left France.
I took a long, long drink from the bottle of white wine I had left by the bedside after the woman had paid me off the night before. I was escaping again, and I lay back down with my hand over my eyes and saw it all. It had only been three weeks. Only three weeks!
I pulled open the imperfect drawer of the dirty, un-painted night table and took out the news clipping to read over again: NEW YORK-Vice Squad and uniformed officers arrested eight females last night in the swank, Fifth Avenue apartment of Kenneth W. Hathaway. The millionaire and his son were both in Cal- on business when both male and female officers, acting on a "reliable" tip broke into the apartment on a drug warrant and confiscated several packages of marijuana cigarettes and LSD "cubes".
Newspapers were also tipped and reporters say that all eight females were naked and engaging in acts legally defined as "sodomy" in most legal jurisdictions. A vice squad man said it was a meeting of the notorious "Club Lesbos", long a New York legend.
Among those arrested and charged with possession of narcotics or dangerous drugs, immoral public behavior and being in an illegal establishment, were Hathaway's wife, Norma, 29, and his 33 year old daughter, Cissy, a well known socialite and three times a divorcee. Reporters at the scene stated that both the wife and daughter were engaged in illegal sex acts at the time of the "bust".
Fashion photographer Denyse DeFontayne was additionally charged with keeping a teenage Cuban girl in involuntary servitude. The girl was found manacled to a bed when the raid took place.
Prosecuting attorneys said......
I tossed the clipping back in the drawer and quietly cursed Ken with every foul word and phrase I knew. He had flown right to Los Angeles after he left us that afternoon, because of some important papers Kenneth had to have for his business negotiations out there.
He was "clean". We could not accuse him without involving ourselves even more. I thought that all Ken wanted was to be the one male in a flock of Lesbians. But he was much smarter than that. His "anonymous" tips to the newspapers and police ruled Cissy and me out of Kenneth's will. We were not even allowed back in the estate in Westchester.
Ken is now full heir to his father's millions. Cissy, Lisette and I are living in the Village, selling our bodies to both sexes.
