The Journey, Part 4

by Joaane

Like all holidays, ours was coming to an end. It has been a wonderful holiday. It started with the train journey down here to Cornwall to finally meet up with my long lost lesbian sister Julie. My life changed forever during the journey. I had been a recluse since leaving my abusing, bullying, brute of a husband. Stacey, my ten year old, and I have become very close, supporting each other in these difficult times.

This holiday and the excitement of, at last, meeting Julie who escaped from home with her lesbian lover many years ago, has been absolutely wonderful. Stacey and I have teased each other into discovering our own lesbian side playing commando on the train journey.

Julie and I have been inseparable all week. Margaret, bless her, far from being jealous, has done all she can to keep us together. She has taken to Stacey in a big way. She has taken her off showing the delights of Cornwall and according to Stacey teaching her the delights of lesbian love. Julie and Margaret are husband and wife. Margaret is much bigger and old than Julie and is very much the husband of the partnership. They are clearly very much in love.

Julie is a wonderful artist and earns a living face painting the kids on and around the beach area during sunny days. Margaret and her manage their bar and night club they both own. It is only open in the evenings and exclusively lesbian, this has allowed Margaret the time to entertain Stacey. They employ two very powerful women body builders, who you could be forgiven for thinking were men, especially when they on duty on the door. Dressed in the male evening suits with the silky smooth lapels and the stiff white shirts and dickie bows, they look very imposing. They keep out the male sightseers that would upset the girls and ruin the atmosphere.

Julie and I have been like love struck lovers rather than sisters. We have not been more than a hands reach from each other all week. We have danced the evenings away and made love in the dark recesses of the club. We barely noticed the other couples of varying ages and shapes making love as well. It has been wonderful. The club is always crowded. Some of them will certainly be straight, but on holiday and drunk, most girls are lesbian for the night. Certainly very few are dressed for long.

A girl has to be eighteen to enjoy the delights of the bar and nightclub, or at least look like she may be eighteen. Some of the wonderful sights I have seen could not be more than sixteen. All women have to be in full evening dress if they wish to be allowed in. They have to have made the effort to be at their best. Very few of them stay fully dress once they are paired off. As the drink flows then so does the love juices.

Julie promised me a surprise to celebrate our last evening. There seemed to be a buzz in the crowd which was exciting. It could have been my imagination, but I don’t think so. Every time any eyes in the crown met mine there followed a sweet smile and a knowing dig at their partner, who would also look and smile. It was about eleven o’clock, which is early for this club, when the music stopped and Julie, holding my hand high like an eightieth century dance partner, escorted me to the throne that had mysteriously appeared in a now brightly lit corner of the room. The whole assembly formed a semi-circle around it.

Then a drum beat started, at first quietly, but then faster and louder. Then the crowd in front of me opened, and there was Margaret. She was dancing from foot to foot in time with the drumming. She was naked except for the huge Chieftain Indian headdress that covered her head with huge feathers and that trailed all the way down her back. She had leather tassels on her nipples. Her huge breasts were naked except for the war paint that covered her face and body. She wore beads around her neck that hung down and disappear between the magnificent breasts. She wore a huge strap on penis that bobbed up and down as she danced. Her legs were covered by leather chaps with tassels down the sides.

The crowd was clapping in time with the drumbeat as Margaret came towards me. The clapping gave way to gasps as they saw what followed Margaret. Here was Stacey, a single band around her head and a single huge feather standing up at the back. Her young face was made up and had a zig zag of the same war paint across her face and neck. She was dressed in a candy stripped one piece swimming costume. The candy stripes of pink and white were angled at 30 degrees showing off her lovely young figure.

As she came out into the bright light it dawned slowly on me that the costume was only painted on and than she was completely naked. The candy stripes had one of her nipples pink and the other one white. The angled stripes covered her camel toe completing the illusion. It was perfect, flawless, you had the stare closely to see beyond the illusion. Gasps turned to streaks of joy as it slowly dawned on the crowd.

As she advanced towards me she towed a large white bearskin acting as if the hunters had returned. She threw it across the floor presenting it to her queen. She and Margaret quickly spread it out. Stacey stood behind it and raised her hands in a welcoming gesture signaling me, her queen, to join her on the fur.

It was still fairly early and I was still partly dressed. My strappy dress had disappeared early on, but I still wore heels, stockings, thong and bra. In the few steps in took to reach the fur, Margaret and Julie had stripped everything off me. My little squaw was laid down on the fur with her head resting on the head of the beast. Her young legs were spread wide, the glistening wet pink pussy proving her nakedness to anyone still fooled. I knelt before her and marveled at her. She smiled and arched her back to allow me to kiss her hard on the pussy before licking and fucking her with my fingers and tongue.

The drumming had long since changed to sensual music. Margaret knelt behind my and sunk the huge penis into my eager and very wet pussy. She fucked me with an expertise I had never experience before. She took me repeatedly to the edge of oblivion and daggled me there. I dissolved into quivering orgasms over and over again.

Finally I rolled over and I watched, with Julie licking up my juices, as Margaret fucked Stacey with the same huge dick that was still lubricated with her mother’s juices. Stacey gripped Margaret around the neck and rode the dick with the energy of youth. The room then dissolved into an entangled orgy which rippled out from the centre like a slow tidal wave of sex to the outer reaches of the room. Strangers, some straight, some lesbian sucked and fucked each other to a frenzy.

I found myself snuggling into the neatly groom bush of a lovely sixteen year old. I didn’t care who was sucking and fucking me, only that someone was. Stacey disappeared into the crowd to be enjoyed by anyone that liked very young pussy. I could hear squeals of delight that only a mother would recognise.