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Part 1 - Chapter Ten
Maria and the Kit Kat Krew
The Party Continues


Denni let Maria drag her to the shower.  She stood passively as
Maria warmed the water.  "You have to take off your bottom,"
Maria told her.  "This isn't sexual unless you want it to be."

"I don't know," Denise sighed.  "I don't want it to be sexual.  I
don't want to be turned on by women, but I get turned on by just
about everything."

"So guys turn you on?"

"I don't know.  I guess.  Thinking about being with guys turns me
on."  Denni was whining now.  "I'm too big, too tall, too
everything.  My hair's a disaster.  I keep it short because it
just sticks out everywhere in a total frizz and I can't do
anything with it.  Maybe I should get implants so guys will
notice me," she finished, looking down at her pancake breasts
with their long nipples.

"Guys notice you," Maria giggled.  "They sure did tonight."

"Yeah.  And they talked about my itty bitty titties with pricks
on the end.  And my little prick."  She sounded disgusted.  "The
only reason they noticed me is because I'm a freak, not because
I'm sexy."

"You've got to talk to Darlene," Maria told her.  "She has a big
clit and she's horny all the time, too."

"It's embarrassing!" Denni snapped.

Maria was still laughing as she pulled the teenager into the
shower with her.  "You should be me.  Being embarrassed is a
turn-on for me.  I get this sexual charge out of being humiliated
in public.  Even a danger of being humiliated is a trip.  I'm
totally getting off on dancing nude."

"That's me, too.  Sometimes," Denni admitted.  "But you don't
have a clit that sticks out.  I'm a freak."

"Turn around and I'll wash your back," Maria told the girl.

"Thanks.  Damn.  Maria, I'm not gay.  I..."

"You're too young to sweat it," Maria snapped.  "You didn't talk
to Darlene.  She gets off on guys, girls, spankings, dildos,
cucumbers, and probably breathing.  She's definitely not gay. 
She's happily married and has five kids.  If you get turned on by
women, then say, 'OK, so what? I'm bi',' and deal with it."

"I don't want to be bi'," Denni whined like a little kid.

"And you want big boobs with little nipples rather then the other
way around."

"That, too," Denise sighed, turning around.  Her long nipples
stood out and her clit pushed out from between her outer labia. 
She wanted to hide herself without insulting Maria.  That wasn't
possible.  "See?  I can't help it."

"I wish I was so physical," Maria sighed.  "It takes me forever
to get off.  I have to get my mind into it and fantasize being
dominated.  It takes me forever to get warmed up good unless I'm
tied up and forced to enjoy sex.  I know it's all mental.  The
brain is the sexiest part of everyone's body."

"Not mine," Denni groaned as Maria soaped her tits.

"Yes, yours.  You're thinking about it," Maria laughed.  "You're
thinking about your tits and cunt.  Think about me for a while." 
She handed the bar of soap to Denni and lifted her mane of hair
out of the way.  "Get to work."

Denni immediately started to tease Maria, sticking soapy fingers
in the Latina's ears and belly button, plucking at nipples until
they stood up proudly, and running the soap up and down Maria's
ass crack.  When Maria turned under the shower spray to rinse
herself, both of them realized that Denni's nipples and clit had
shriveled even though she was soaping a naked woman in a shower. 
'Maybe I'm not gay,' Denni told herself.  'Maybe it _is_ all in
my mind.'

"I don't turn you on, huh?" Maria asked.

"Guess not."

"You do look like a dyke," Maria frowned.  "We're going to have
to bring out your feminine side."

"Get me a boob job."

"Save your money if that's what you really want," Maria told
Denni, patting at her with a terry towel.  "Come on.  Let's see
if we're going to have an orgy tonight."

Denni felt confused.  She could almost feel the sexual energy
crackling around the apartment even if she didn't feel very
aroused herself.  It was interesting watching everyone.  When
they got back to the living room, they saw Tom on the floor with
Rat between his legs, sucking his cock.

"How does that tongue piercing feel?" Maria asked Tom.

"Fantastic."  He didn't turn.  His eyes were focused on Rat's
bobbing head.

"Ready?" Rat asked, lifting her head and holding his now rigid
cock firmly.

"I am only the instrument.  You have to do all the work.  I'm in
no shape to be deflowering virgins."

"Your shape looks fine to me," Rat smiled, straddling him to
position her pussy over his cock.  She settled down slowly.

"Are you juiced up?"  Maria asked.

"Spit," Rat giggled, lowering herself a bit.

--==*==--

Rhonda the Rat felt high on life.  Until she met Maria and the
other women, she never fit in with any group.  Because she felt
like an outcast, she consciously rebelled.  She chose to shock
people, her way of getting attention and some form of acceptance.
Showing off had become natural.  Taking her own virginity in
front of a group seemed just as natural.

High school was hell for Rat.  She spent her freshman year in
Eielson Air Force Base, near Fairbanks, Alaska.  Her father, an
Air Force colonel, was transferred to the D.C. area in the middle
of her sophomore year.  He came alone to find a place to live
while her mother and brothers, one older, one younger, went to
stay at her mother's house in Georgia.  Her sophomore year ended
with barely passing grades because of the difference in
curriculums.  Dad rented a house for her junior year, then he
bought a house over the summer and she attended a different
school her senior year.

Rat 'went Gothic', as she put it, at the start of her junior
year.  Her gangly frame and pale complexion were perfect for the
style.  In her opinion, the disapproval of her parents was a
bonus.  She was "grounded for life, young lady" more times then
she could count.  It got worse each time the family moved.

Despite her apparent rebellion, Rat's true personality was very
conservative.  She easily identified with Maria.  Like her new
Latina friend, Rat had to force herself to be bold, to do the
things she wanted and needed to do to assert her independence
and, more importantly, to overcome her fears.  Maria's energy and
positive attitude were what gave Rat the courage to dance nude
and to stay the night in spite of her parent's ultimatum:  "As
long as you live under this roof, you follow our rules."  Well,
she was no longer under their roof.

Sitting on a hard, black cock attached to a seventy-one-year-old
man, Rat loved holding the attention from him and the other
women.  She felt pressure and stretching as she lowered herself
more, then a 'pop'.  "Was that it?" she asked aloud, feeling
herself slide down farther, feeling a pleasant sensation of
fullness.  "I expected it to hurt.  Am I bleeding?"

Tom groaned as she dismounted to look at his cock and swab her
fingers through her labia.  "You did it, Tom," she giggled.  "You
popped my cherry."  After recoating his cock with her spit, Rat
remounted her lover and began thrusting herself on his shaft. 
"Gad, that feels good.  I wonder if I can cum this way.  How are
you doing?"

Tom didn't even hear the question.  He was hypnotized, watching
the silvery rings on Rat's small tits swing up and down as she
bounced on his cock.

"I need direct clitoral stimulation to get off," Maria told Rat.
"Do you?  Want me to diddle you while you fuck?"

"Would you?"  Rat loved attention.  She loved the idea of being
masturbated by a woman while everyone watched to see whether it
would help bring her to orgasm or not.  She loved Maria's touch
even more, and when Maria dipped her head to suck a nipple while
strumming Rat's clit and flipping the silver ring in the clitoral
hood, the white girl began groaning, chanting, "I'm gonna cum. 
Oh, yeah, I'm gonna cum.  I'm gonna..."

Rat wasn't showing off.  Her eyes scrunched closed and she
grimaced as waves of pleasure washed through her body.  Spasms
rocked her and left her quivering and shivering with sensual
relief.  She fell forward onto Tom's chest, panting, slick with
perspiration.

--==*==--

Maria sat back on her heels.  Her thoughts went back to her
summer at GWU and everything she learned.  It wasn't the sexual
things that came to mind.  Rules.  'Smile' was one.  Every GWU
student read Dale Carnegie's 'How to Win Friends and Influence
People' and they practiced the techniques from the book.  They
all had to take part in sensitivity training.  Maria knew that
even though the instruction concentrated on picking up signals
from a husband, the same techniques worked on other men, women,
and even children.

--==*==--

"That was really hot," Jane said, breaking into Maria's
rumination.  "Almost makes me want to try out a guy."

"Sex is all in the head," Maria chuckled.  "You could get the
same feelings with a dildo if you warm it in the sink.  Want to
get it on with me?"

"Ah, I'm kind of tired."

"Chicken," Maria snickered.  "I think that you're a virgin
virgin, that you've never had a climax with anybody but yourself.
I'd kind of like to get it on with you.  What I'd _really_ like
is if you tied me up and made me pleasure you."

"Got any rope?" Jane asked, accepting the challenge.

"There's a whole box full in the bedroom.  I'll get it."  There
were actually several boxes of rope back there.  One of Kat's
ideas was to use rope for decoration, along with decorative
fishing nets to create a nautical look.  Along with the sisal
rope, there were heavy nylon ropes, both laid and kernmantle,
cotton and nylon clothesline, parachute cord, and sash cord.

"Thicker rope is better," Maria told Jane, who had followed her
into the back room.  "Some people may get off on the feeling of
rough ropes.  For me, it's just the feeling of helplessness.  If
I have a choice, I'd rather be comfortable while I'm helpless."

"Like this?" Jane asked, finding two coils and a dozen shorter
lengths of woven 5/8"-diameter nylon rope.

"It'll do," Maria said, taking one coil and some of the shorter
pieces.  Jane picked up the other coil and a few more short
lengths before following Maria back into the living room.

Rat was still on top of Tom, her knees pulled up so she could
grind her pelvis while she hugged him.  Tom had one arm behind
his head, the other around his teenage lover.  He looked up as
the pair came back in and smiled at them.  "She's using me."

"Looks like you're enjoying it," Maria grinned back.

"Oh, lawdy, yes," he sighed, closing his eyes to absorb more of
the pleasure Rat was providing as well as taking.

Maria dropped her rope and looked at Jane.  Jane looked back. 
"What now?"

Maria started to answer, 'Just tie me up.'  Then MM reminded her
that Jane had probably never tied anyone up before and may have
never tied a knot more complicated than an overhand knot.  "What
kind of knots do you know how to tie?" Maria asked her.

"I can tie a shoe lace.  That's about it."

"There are a zillion ways to do it," Maria told her.  "The top,
the one doing the bondage, needs to use imagination as well as
knot tying skill.  If you don't want to or if you can't learn to
tie decent knots, you can buy cuffs and all sorts of restraints. 
If I'm going to show you, we'll need a victim."

Rat was still working herself on Tom's cock.  Charli was curled
up in a fetal position in the corner, a blanket clutched tightly
to her chin.  Denni had joined Kit and Melissa on the old sofa.

"I need a volunteer to show Jane how to tie a woman up," Maria
said to the group on the couch.  "Who's it going to be?"  When no
one accepted, she looked at Kit.

"Oh, no," Kit said, her eyes wide.

"Pleeease," Maria whined.  Her phony pout turned to a hopeful
grin, raised eyebrows, and a questioning tilt of her head. 
"Please?"

"Oh, OK.  But no funny stuff."

"But funny stuff is what it's all about," Maria said as Kit got
up from the old sofa.  "When you're tied up, you give up control.
It's all about giving up your power to somebody else."

"Like you?  Why should I trust you?" Kit asked with a frown.

Maria smiled at her friend.  "You tell me.  Why should you trust
me?  I'm loco.  I'm kinky.  I dance naked and it turns me on. 
And a voice in my head's telling me to tie up my friends so they
can learn how to tie me up.  So what could you possibly be afraid
of?"  Then she stopped the teasing.  "Kit, this is supposed to be
erotic.  I am going to tease you until you tell me to stop by
saying a code word.  I'll give you two.  If you say 'safeword' or
'red', I'll stop whatever I'm doing and turn you loose, OK?"

Kit looked into Maria's eyes for almost a full minute before
answering, "OK."

"Loosen up, Kit," Maria laughed.  "This is fun.  It's play, adult
play.  I do naughty things to you until one of us gets tired of
it... Unless you chicken out first.  Ready?"

"I'm not really into this," Kit said nervously, eyeing the ropes
in Maria's hands.

"You're not gay, either," Maria giggled.  "But I'm after you. 
And I'm going to get you.  I bet I feel better then your fingers
or a vibrator.  Let's find out.  Now sit down here."

Kit hesitated.  Did she really trust Maria?  'Yeah,' she decided. 
'I know exactly what she's going to do.  She's going to try to
get to me but she'll back off if I ask her to.'  She sat down in
the straighT-back chair and allowed Maria to bind her to it.

--==*==--

Maria remembered every detail of her bondage lessons at GWU.  For
her, bondage was by far the most arousing and erotic part of the
class.  To restrain her new friend, she chose the classic chair
tie (http://ms.ha.md.us/~tammad/over21/bondage/gstring/)
described by John Wiley.  It only took her a few minutes.

Maria was whispering now.  "Don't chicken out too quick," she
told Kit, running her fingertips down the black woman's cheek. 
"Don't say a word.  Don't even think.  Close your eyes.  Just
feel.  Close your eyes, love.  It'll give you an idea of what it
would be like to be blindfolded but you can chicken out easier. 
I wonder how long you can keep your eyes closed.  Let's see if I
can make you open them."

As soon as Kit's eyes were closed, Maria motioned for Jane.  The
eighteen-year-old black lesbian joined her beside Kit.  While
Maria secured one of Kit's legs to a chair leg, Jane secured the
other, imitating the six even wraps and two fraps.  "You're
helpless," Maria whispered to Kit.  "Just relax and enjoy."

The Latina moved behind the black woman where Jane joined her. 
On orders from MM, Maria embraced the black girl and shared a
sensuous kiss before turning back to her captive.  "Just feel,"
Maria whispered as she began massaging Kit's shoulder with one
hand.  Jane watched and imitated Maria on Kit's other shoulder,
moving down Kit's arm when Maria moved her hand.  Maria signaled
to Jane with her free hand and again whispered, "Just feel,"
before using both hands to stroke Kit.

Kit felt more hands on her body.  She also heard Maria's
admonition to 'just feel' and consciously decided to obey.  She
definitely wasn't in pain.  She was definitely helpless, unable
to physically stop the sensuous assault on her arms and shoulders
but empowered by code words that would stop everything.  Kit
asked herself if she really wanted the touching to stop and
couldn't decide with any certainty.  'It's too soon to stop,' she
told herself, even when hands reached behind her and stroked down
her back while more hands massaged her belly.

"Just feel," Maria continued to coo.  "Don't stop us too soon. 
If you say the word, you'll never know what might have happened. 
Just relax and feel."

By that time, Kit's mind was beyond hearing words.  Her ears took
in the sound but her brain processed the vibrations only enough
that she knew that she was safe and the touches were soothing,
not dangerous.  She couldn't stop her body's instinctive reaction
to the first touch under her breasts, an attempt to pull up her
arms to cover herself.  But her arms were secured, tied to the
chair.  She really was helpless.

Kit gasped when her nipples were first touched.  Four hands were
still roaming over her body.  She didn't recognize that two pairs
of lips were gently gripping her nubbins until two tongues added
to the sensations being transmitted to her brain, a brain still
recalling other messages:  "Relax.  Just feel."

Involuntarily, Kit pulled at her bonds and tried to thrust up
with her hips when hands stroked along her inner thighs.  But she
was aching with need by then.  'Just feel,' was swimming through
her conscious mind.  It had been so very long since she had felt
like this, so aroused, so close to completion, so...

Maria and Jane both sensed the change.  They knew that Kit no
longer cared what or who was providing the delicious stimulation.
Kit was in another world where she could do nothing but absorb
pleasurable sensations.  Resistance was gone.  Her attempts to
thrust her hips up were a way of begging for even more intimate
touching.

Kit was making incomprehensible sounds, grunts, groans, and
whimpers.  When she felt Maria's lips leave her right nipple, she
cried out, "Oh, no!"  She was twisting her body, searching the
air for more feelings.

But Maria had glanced up and seen Denni still sitting on the
sofa.  She crooked her finger at the mulatto girl.  Denni
initially shook her head 'no' but came over to the chair and
knelt at Kit's right side when she saw Maria's stern frown of
disapproval that changed to a broad smile as soon as she moved. 
"Just feel," Maria cooed, taking Denni's hands and putting them
on Kit's belly and back.  Then she pointed to Kit's abandoned
nipple.  Maria puckered her lips and made sucking motions, then
smiled.

Denni was shy and tentative, extending her tongue to flick the
hard nipple.  She giggled, then tried a sucking kiss.  Her reward
was Kit's moan of "Oh, yes!"  She saw Jane smile around the
opposite nipple, baring her teeth to show how she was gently
biting.  Denni tentatively imitated Jane, keeping the pressure
light, afraid that she would hurt Kit.  She didn't have to worry
for long.  Jane closed her lips and began sucking hard.  Denni
felt more comfortable with sucking then biting and they quickly
had Kit squirming and crying out.

Maria knelt on her heels and bent toward Kit's puffy pussy,
blowing gently and smoothing back the wet hair with her hands. 
Kit moaned through her gritted teeth.  "Oh, no.  Please.  Oh,
fuck."  Maria leaned forward and began to caress Kit's inner
thighs and puffy labia with the tip of her tongue.  She spent
several minutes down there, slowing working toward Kit's core,
slurping the inner labia but barely touching the black woman's
clit before backing off.

Maria realized that she had been waiting for Kit to beg for
completion.  Then she remembered her own experiences.  Kit wasn't
going to beg.  Maria figured that it was taking all of Kit's
willpower to keep her mind blank, to keep feeling, to keep
herself from screaming 'red' or 'safeword'.  Kit was already
dripping sweat and straining against her bonds, already moaning
and crying out.  It was time.

Maria used her thumbs to open the delicious pussy wide.  She
planted her lips around the little love nubbin and began to flick
at it with her tongue while sucking it into her mouth.  Kit went
wild, screaming incomprehensible syllables and yanking violently
against the ropes.  Kit's body tensed and relaxed in multiple
spasms for most of a minute as Maria held on and kept flicking
her tongue as quickly and firmly as she could.  She slowed only
when Kit slumped in her bondage, barely twitching when Maria
dragged her tongue over the junction of the inner labia, the
clitoris now withdrawn under its protective hood.

When Maria began untying Kit's legs, Denni and Jane started to
work on the ropes securing Kit's wrists.  By the time they had
the woman's arms free, Maria was pulling the g-string rope from
behind Kit's back so it was loosened over her shoulders.  All
three of them helped Kit stand and walk to the sofa.  "That was
unreal," Kit sighed, her eyes finally open.

"And you're not even gay," Maria giggled.  "I bet Jane would've
gotten off even more."

"You wouldn't need to tie me up," Jane told Maria.

"That just makes it more intense.  Com'eer, gay girl," Maria
grinned, opening her arms.  Jane walked into Maria's embrace and
turned her head to kiss her Latina friend, immediately opening
her mouth and extending her tongue to deepen the kiss.

Denni sat on the floor in front of the old sofa to look around
and watch Maria and Jane.  Rat was asleep beside Tom.  Both of
them still wore satisfied smiles.  Kit was already asleep on the
couch, her body totally relaxed, and her breathing slow and
regular.  Charli was still curled in the corner.  Only Jane and
Maria were providing any entertainment.

Even though Denni considered herself straight, she couldn't deny
that Jane's tonguing of her clit' had produced a spectacular
orgasm.  Losing a bet wasn't too bad.  It felt good.  "I must be
bisexual," she told herself.  Watching Rat with Tom had aroused
her as much as watching Jane and Maria did now.

Denni laughed at herself.  When she first went to Kit, she felt
aroused.  She wasn't sure why, but she acknowledged the feelings.
But once her lips were sucking Kit's nipple, she was competing
with Jane to see if she could arouse the 'older woman', if one
considered twenty-something 'older'.  The act was less arousing
then the anticipation.  She had concentrated so much on giving
pleasure to Kit that she forgot her own pleasure.  Even when Kit
exploded in orgasm, Denni felt only the satisfaction of success,
not sexual arousal.

"Stay there," Maria was ordering Jane.  "Don't move or I'll spank
you.  Put your hands behind your neck and keep them there."

Maria had moved Jane to the easy chair.  The black lesbian was
now slumped in the chair with her bottom at the front edge of the
cushion.  Her eyes looked huge as she obeyed Maria's command.

Denni couldn't explain her motivation, but when Maria knelt
between Jane's thighs and began licking, Denni got up and went to
kneel by her friend.  "If you move your hands, I'll hold you down
while she spanks you," Denni growled at Jane even though she was
smiling.  Then she leaned over to kiss her friend, starting as a
slow kiss with only her lips but quickly escalating to a deep
French kiss.

"Close your eyes and just feel.  Relax and feel," Denni told her
ebony friend, reaching out to pinch and pull on Jane's nipples. 
The strain of leaning over from her kneeling position eventually
got uncomfortable and Denni planted her bottom on the padded arm
of the chair to continue stimulating her friend's nipples.

Jane was so turned on that she exploded quickly, squirming all
over the chair cushion.  When she popped, she moved her hands and
gripped Maria's hair to mash the Latina's face into her pussy. 
She wasn't as loud as Kit but her orgasm was obvious.  As she
came down from her sexual high, both Denni and Maria hugged her,
one on each side, until Jane dozed off.

"Now I need to get off," Maria grunted through her teeth as she
stroked her pussy.

"Can I help?" Denni asked, reaching out to pull on Maria's
nipples.

"If you don't mind," Maria panted, strumming her fingers over her
clit like a Flamenco guitarist.  "I can't sleep when I'm this
horny unless I cum."

"Let me," Denni told Maria, pushing the Latina down onto the
vacant cushions on the floor.  Denni lay down between Maria's
thighs and tentatively licked up between the bare pussy lips. 
She was surprised when she found the taste neutral, neither a
great turn-on nor a disgusting turn-off.  Maria's reaction,
though, encouraged her.  She began by slurping the slit, then
concentrated on Maria's clitoris until the girl exploded.  It
didn't take long.

"Thank you," Maria mumbled when Denni scooted up to cuddle.  A
few minutes later, Maria was sound asleep.

Denni lay there for a minute, then got up to use the bathroom. 
She returned to survey the living room and blow out all of the
candles but one.  She went back to the bedroom to clear off the
bed and lay down, her mind reviewing her experiences.

She got off on dancing.  Just walking down the stairs that first
time had made her cum.  She got off on turning guys on and had
several more orgasms while dancing.  She felt jealous of Rat. 
Why didn't she feel jealous about the rest of the activities? 
Why didn't she feel left out because she hadn't cum during the
after-work party?  'Because you're not really gay or bi',' she
acknowledged.  'You're just strange and weird and all that.  Oh,
well.'

She smiled, feeling good about helping to get her friends off,
but completely at ease without another orgasm from them.  She
dozed off seconds later to dream through the night.