Chapter Ten Maria and the Kit Kat Krew: The Party Continues
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. [Image]
"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.
