Chapter 32 - Arlene Part 11
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Section 11 - Kelly and I
Sometimes, when I'm in my bed at the Palace, after my last customer has
finished discharging his semen in whatever orifices of mine he paid for, I
remember what it was like when Kelly and I were together. I recall the way we
laughed at stupid things and how I liked to sleep with my arm around her waist
and my face buried in her blonde curls. I try to remember exactly how her voice
sounded when she said, "I love you Arlene." I think about how her breasts
smelled and how much I looked forward to taking her small pink nipples between
my lips and feeling them harden as I tenderly sucked them. I remember the fun
we had trying on clothes at the mall and the times we went to gay clubs in
Boston or on the Cape in Provincetown and danced with other lesbians.
I know it sounds odd but from high school through college and even afterwards,
I never developed what I would call a serious relationship. I'm talking about
really falling in love with someone. I dated some guys for weeks even a few for
several months and one even asked me to marry him but I had never felt for
anyone what I felt for Kelly. It was amazing how quickly and completely I fell
in love with her. In all my years of searching for Mr. Right in the after work
fern bars and pickup joints of Boston and Manchester, until Kelly came along,
I'd never met that one person whose voice was music to my ears and whose touch
alone made me happy.
When its quiet here and the macaws and the howler monkeys have stopped their
screeching I like to pretend that Kelly is the girl in the next bed and that I
have to do is take a few steps and slip into her waiting arms. Of course, that's
absurd. The girl in the next bed is just another brothel girl like me trying to
catch enough sleep to face a tomorrow of spreading her legs for the gold miners.
Now that I have poured out my story of lost love and broken hearts, let me get
on my tale.
Kelly and I became lovers in the months following the attack by the Mongols. I
had never been involved in a relationship with a lesbian. Sure, I'd done my
share of girl sex when events flowed in that direction; however, I'd always
considered that a byproduct of being a Pagan girl. If I was at Kurt's with Serge
and Wanda and the guys wanted to watch Wanda and I get it on, we obliged them. I
can't say I didn't enjoy eating pussy and the dildo strap on action that Gina
and Doris liked was a blast. I especially liked the double strap on, that put
six inches in my cunt and eight in Gina's. Playing the man's part was something
I got my head into.
"That's right, Arlene, just fuck the shit out of me with that big rubber dick
of ours," was music to my ears.
Let's face it. Girls have a pussy and know what makes it happy better than
men. But sex with Kelly was different. Over time I chose to become Kelly's
semi-exclusive partner. However, before I get too far along, I should tell you
about Kelly Linier Stewart.
She was nineteen almost twenty when we met. She'd been an Amazon since she was
eighteen. Because she was smart, capable, and fully committed to the club, she'd
quickly rose in the ranks of the Amazons until she was one of Rhonda Power's
trusted lieutenants. That was in less than two years of belonging to the club.
Kelly made up for being a little shorter and smaller than average by having an
energy level that was out of sight. She was always in motion and had a libido
that was amazing. She was also a very patient and gentle lover who knew how to
rock my world and keep it rocking until I passed out. Kelly loved sex as long as
her partner was female. To Kelly, sex with males was unthinkable.
"Why would I want their ugly stick of flesh in my body spewing man snot in my
vagina," was how she not so delicately put it.
Kelly was born into a well off family of Boston Brahmins. Her father, Regis
Stewart was a major downtown Boston real estate developer. He was a member of
the Vault. That's the informal club of rich businessmen and politicians that
really run the city of Boston. Mother Stewart, Diana, was a society matron who
lunched. Kelly had a younger sister, Tiffany who was fifteen when we met and a
baby brother, Erik, who was still in grammar school.
Kelly was from the kind of background where the parents take the baby's
ultrasound picture to the "right" preschool and put them on the list for
admission four years hence. You've seen those kind of schools listed in Boston
Magazine. Their tuition was more than my annual salary. That insured entry into
the "right" elementary school from where you move on to the "right" high school.
"Right" in this case means you are being fast tracked to the Ivy League:
Harvard, Princeton, Yale, etc.
When Kelly reached Phillips Exerter Academy, or PE as she called it, the
"right" high school, she was fully trained to believe that scoring 1600 on your
SAT's and getting into an Ivy League school were her missions in life. After
school SAT preparation drills were the norm. Phillips Exeter has far more than
its share of graduates that went on to become CEOs, governors, senators and even
Presidents. As a nationally known prep school for the Ivy League bound wealthy,
it's about as high up the educational food chain as you can get.
Perhaps, I should mention at this point that Kelly was what we used to call a
"doll". I've seen her school pictures. She was petite with a pixie face and the
most flawless complexion and skin I ever encountered. There wasn't a blemish on
her body. She was a blue eyed natural blonde where I'm a green eyed unnatural
blonde. Actually I have no idea what my true hair color is today. Sometimes I
think what Rhonda did to me turned my tresses gray. Enrique thinks blondes are
more appealing to the Jivaros and the other Amazon tribes, so he has the
riverboat deliver a case of blonde hair coloring every trip. All the whores at
the Palace of Sin are bottle blondes. The dark skinned Brazilian girls look
ridiculous with platinum blonde hair but the customer's don't seem to mind.
Sorry for the digression. I get a little emotional when I write about Kelly.
The bottom line was that she was pretty, energetic, fun, and a fireball in bed.
It took about a month for me to fall madly in love with her. From everything I
could tell, she felt the same about me. Oh well, back to my story.
At Phillips Exeter, fourteen-year-old Kelly attracted the attention of an
upper classman who was also from a rich and influential family, one even more
prestigious than the Stewarts. According to Kelly, Porter Cabot was drop dead
handsome, brilliant, the scion of a family flush with old money and the captain
of every team sport he chose to participate in. He was also according to Kelly a
first class spoiled prick who considered the seduction of innocent young women
something he was entitled to since his last name was Cabot. In the 1800s, there
was a saying around Boston, "The Lowells speak only to the Cabots and the Cabots
only to God."
Porter had screwed over a number of PE lower classmen and had a reputation of
treating them like shit once he carved their notch in his bedpost. In spite of
his reputation, Kelly made the age-old mistake of thinking that all a bad boy
needs to reform is the love of a good woman.
It was fall and the start of basketball season when Porter first took notice
of Kelly. To me, it was a classic case of senior boy trying to get in the pants
of freshman girl. It was one thing I could have handled far better than Kelly.
If Kelly had been like me, she would have fucked Porter's brains out and
willingly moved on to another guy when Porter dumped her or handed her off to
one of his friends. However, Kelly had maintained her innocence and was still a
virgin. She'd been raised to save herself for marriage, in my view, an
incredibly impractical and downright stupid viewpoint. It leaves a girl
extremely vulnerable to the Porter's of this world plus you miss out on some
great sex.
"I'd only kissed two boys at parties and I wasn't sure I like it," was how
Kelly described herself at fourteen. Maybe she was a born lesbian. Compare that
to a slut named Arlene who had fucked the entire basketball team including her
own brother at the same age. Kelly being shy and virginal did not prevent her
from developing a crush on Porter. That turned out to be a mistake.
"My first love turned out to be your typical bastard male," was how Kelly
characterized her relationship with Porter.
After Kelly was thoroughly besmitten by Porter, he began his campaign to see
how far he could get each time they got together. Kelly allowed Porter to touch
her breasts and she even agreed to jerk him off but that was as far as she would
go. She said he had a big thick cock. I found myself amazed that Kelly could
handle something like that and not feel an irresistible urge to find out how it
felt in her vagina. After three months of dating, Porter came to realize he had
not invested his time wisely since his only reward was a hand job. The idea that
Kelly wasn't "putting out" was an affront to Porter's self esteem so he worked
up a scheme for revenge. The Cabot's of this word are used to getting what they
want from girls. Actually so are the Pagans. I guess rich boys and bikers do
have something in common.
Porter decided to take his revenge at an off campus party celebrating the
team's victory in the regional basketball tournament. PE was one of those
schools whose endowment allowed them to hand out full scholarships to a few
ghetto kids who were able to play basketball at the semi-pro level. That allowed
PE to be more than competitive in just about any small team sport it chose.
Kelly was Porter's date although technically at fifteen Kelly wasn't allowed
to date. Kelly told me the story a couple of times. Let's see if I can recall it
in her words.
"One of Porter's teammates had a home near the PE campus. His parents were at
their place in West Palm Beach so he opened the house for a party. Somehow
they'd arranged for several cases of beer to be delivered. I didn't like beer
that much but I drank one because Porter insisted. We danced a while. The party
got pretty wild. Couples were making out all over the place. Some of the girls
were going upstairs with the guys. Porter took me upstairs because he said he
wanted us to have some privacy. I thought we'd make out then I'd probably give
him a hand job. He'd been begging me to put his cock in my mouth but I wasn't
ready for that."
"We went in Dan's parent's bedroom and climbed up on their king size bed.
After making out and letting Porter play with my nipples and for the first time,
suck on them a little, he pulled a condom out of his pocket and announced he
wanted to go all the way. When I said no and that I wanted to leave, he slapped
me. He hit me hard and there was blood in my mouth. Then he held me down and
tied my arms and legs to the bedposts. Porter was 6'2" and easily overpowered
me. Now that I've learned the martial arts as an Amazon, I'd love for that
son-of-a-bitch to try that again. He must have planned everything because the
rope was right there along with a rag he used to gag me. Porter pulled my jeans
and panties off. He stuffed my panties in his pocket. He said he was going to
write my name and the date on them and keep them as a souvenir. He said that
since I considered myself too good for his cock, he was going to take my
virginity with a beer bottle. I watched in terror and pain as she worked the
long neck of the bottle inside me to where it rested up against my hymen. He
shocked me by slamming the bottom of the bottle with his open palm causing it to
rip me open. I screamed when he shoved that hard glass object inside my vagina.
I must have had a thick hymen because it took two blows for the bottle to break
through my cherry. I felt like my insides were torn apart. After it was in as
far as he could shove it, Porter took the bottle out and drank the beer that was
left inside. Then he got between my legs, stroked his cock hard and raped me. It
hurt even worse and I could feel something tear more when he forced himself deep
inside me."
"After he finished, he left the room for a few minutes. He returned with five
of his teammates including Ahmad this black kid who was 6'9" and the best
basketball player ever to come out of Boston's Dorchester ghetto. Ahmad wound up
as a power forward for the San Antonio Spurs."
"I was lying there completely naked. They came to the sides of the bed and ran
their hands over my body. They made fun of how small my breasts were. I almost
died of embarrassment. One of the guys started taking Polaroid pictures of me. I
remember being blinded by the flash. Then they raped me. I could tell something
wasn't right because each time I felt myself tearing down there and I was
bleeding. I lost track of the number of times one of them climbed on top of me
and forced his cock in my bleeding vagina. It seemed like each of them took me
three times. A couple of them came on my face and I got semen in my eye and it
burned like fire.
Ahmad really hurt me with his long hard cock. The guys cheered when he got it
all the way inside me. I could feel it reach my uterus. I moaned in pain every
time he thrust into me. They thought that meant I was enjoying it. They kept
saying I was a real slut and all I needed was some black cock. Someone kept
taking pictures. I can remember them being passed around. Everyone was looking
at them and laughing.
Finally, everyone but Porter left the room. Porter untied me and ordered me to
get dressed. He said I was a lousy unsatisfying sexual partner and he wasn't
going to be going out with me anymore. He said I wasn't good enough to go out
with him. My parents were nouveau riche trash that was only one generation out
of the gutter. He was going to tell everyone that my pussy was dry as sand and
I was a dyke. They were also going to have copies made of the pictures and send
them to my parents if I told anybody I was raped. I cried and begged him to let
me go. I was hurting inside and something wasn't right. He laughed and said that
I was frigid and that was why it hurt so bad when they fucked me."
"Then he took me back to the dorm. He threatened me that if I told anyone
about what happened, he'd deny it. His teammates would all swear that I drank
several beers and offered myself to them. They'd say I got drunk and announced I
wanted to pull a train. They had the pictures of me with cum all over my face to
prove I was a willing slut."
"I managed to get all the way to my dorm room before I collapsed. Fortunately,
one of my older dorm mates had some sense and a little medical training. Nancy
saw how pale I was. She took my pulse and made me tell her what happened. She
used a flashlight to look between my legs. Whatever she saw caused her to drop
the flashlight and race out to call an ambulance. I wound up with sixteen
stitches in the lining of my vagina. I spent three days in the hospital."
"I wanted to call the police and have the boys put in jail. But my parents
were afraid of the scandal. It turned out that my dad and two of their fathers
were co-owners of some downtown properties. I left Phillips Exerter and
transferred to a day school near our home in Jamaica Plain. The school told
everyone that I left because I was too immature, just not Phillips Exeter
material was how they phrased it. The worst part was that I got pregnant. Of
course, I had no idea who was the father. Maybe it was Ahmad's. My parents were
horrified at the thought of me having a black baby so they made me have an
abortion. I wish now I'd kept the baby."
Afterwards, I decided that if that was what men were like, I never wanted one
to touch me again."
Two years later, Kelly and some girl friends were in the restroom at the food
court in a local mall when some boys who attended the same high school started
to harass the girls. They followed the girls right into the Ladies Room.
According to Kelly, the guys were grabbing the girl's breasts and butts and
generally making nuisances of themselves. I'll try once again to recall Kelly's
words.
"Since we weren't cooperating in the grab ass, the guys got nasty. These
assholes had the three of us terrified. They were five big seniors and they
wouldn't leave us alone. One of them backed me up against the wall and was
pinching my nipples so hard I started to cry. He kept saying that he'd stop if I
agreed to suck his dick. He wouldn't let go even though I was begging him and
there were tears streaming down my face. Another boy had slipped his hand up
Beth's skirt and was trying to force his fingers inside her panties. The other
three had taken Natalie into a stall and pulled her jeans down. They were trying
to make her suck their cocks.
All of a sudden, the guy who was twisting my nipple went flying into the tiled
wall. He hit so hard he bounced off. I looked up and there was this beautiful
woman all clad in leather and wearing motorcycle boots. She grabbed the one
who'd been trying to rip my nipples off by the hair and slammed his head against
the wall. Then she held him by the throat with one hand and used the other to
land several vicious bitch slaps across his face. The bastard started crying."
"Then she grabbed him by his nipple and squeezed. He screamed in pain, just
like a girl."
"How does that feel? You like doing it to her so much. You must like it
yourself," said my rescuer.
"Standing there were three women all dressed in leather. They kicked the shit
out of the boys. One of them knocked the guy who was trying to finger fuck Beth
down on the floor and stomped his groin with her heavy motorcycle boot. He
screamed and passed out. Another one beat the shit out of the three guys who
were trying to make Natalie suck their dicks. She was trained in the martial
arts. One of the boys already had his dick out and she grabbed it and pulled him
around the room.
"You want me to suck it or rip it off," said the woman.
"Please let me go, we're just kidding around," said the terrified teen.
The woman let it go then landed karate kick right into the boy's cock and
balls. He went down screaming.
His friends had to help him out. He was sobbing and holding himself. It was
wonderful and marvelous to see how they were not willing to be the victims of
any man with a hardon. The women seemed so strong and brave unlike my kind that
was weak and afraid. I had never seen anything so fantastic. I thanked them and
asked them who they were. The leader said, 'we're Amazons, no man touches us and
that's the way we like it.' From that moment, all I wanted to be in life was a
member of the Amazon's Motorcycle Club."
Kelly looked up the Amazons on the Web and went to their clubhouse in Lynn
saying she wanted to join. They said she was too young. Kelly was only sixteen.
You had to be eighteen and a lesbian. They also told her she needed to own and
be able to ride a Harley Davidson motorcycle. Kelly persuaded her parents to buy
her a Harley on her seventeenth birthday. She showed up at the Amazon's
clubhouse on her eighteen birthday and they took her in.
Kelly was trained in the martial arts and the weapons that the Amazon's used.
I'd gone to a target range with her. She was absolutely deadly with her H&K MP5N
and her range scores with her Glock 19 were at the very top. Several of the
older Amazons's also taught her about lesbian sex. Until that time, Kelly had
never touched another woman. "From my first experience with Elise and the
others, I loved everything about sex with the Amazons, God how I loved to make
love with them. Sometimes, we'd shack up for days and take turns eating each
other out. I'd sleep in a pile of naked women with the room smelling like
unwashed cunt. It was delicious. I vowed never to let a man touch me as long
as I lived," Kelly told me.
But underneath all that bouncy enthusiasm and energy, Kelly had her dark
side. That day at the camp, she killed her first man. It was one of those
Mongols who came in on a speedboat. Before the battle was over, she accounted
for three more. Several Pagans reluctantly admitted to me that the Amazons
fought like they were possessed that day. Greg candidly stated, "If the Amazon's
hadn't been there, the New England Pagans would be history. Those women are holy
terrors when it comes to a fire fight."
Kelly looked the picture of sweet innocence. But appearances were deceiving
and underneath the innocent look was a hard core. I was to find that out
personally later. Kelly told me very matter of factly that when she captured a
badly wounded Mongol that day, she opened his fly, pulled out his cock and balls
and cut the entire package off. Listening to her describe what she did weirded
me out.
"I held his cock and balls in my hand. The flesh felt warm and sweaty. He was
looking straight at me. He knew what I was going to do. His eyes were pleading
with me not to castrate him. I took my knife out of the sheath and held it up
for him to see. I wanted to take my time castrating him. The terror in his eyes
made my pussy wet. I still like to remember it when I jerk off. I took a firm
grip at the base of his balls and cock and slowly sawed right through in a half
dozen strokes. I wanted him to feel what it was like to have your cock and balls
cut off. The blood poured out over my hand.
When I had cut halfway through, I put the crimson head of his cock in my mouth
and looked him in the eyes as I sucked on it. Isn't that what men want, their
cock in your mouth? He watched me lick the blood off his severed prick as he
died. Amazons do that you know, taste the blood of the people they kill.
I stood up with the guys cock and balls still clutched in my hand and held it
high over my head. Rivulets of his blood trickled down my forearm and dripped on
my face. I howled in triumph. For the first time in my life, I felt like I had
gotten even with all the men who'd fucked me over in my life. After everything
that had been done to me, it felt good to be the predator rather than the prey.
I was owed that for what Porter Cabot did to me."
Scary, huh, Kelly was the archetype of man hating castrating lesbian that
sends a chill up the spine of every football player who raped a cheerleader.
Kelly liked to refer to herself as a "dyke of the first order". As much as I
loved her, I never came around to the idea that cocks were all that bad. During
the time, we were together; it never became a monogamous relationship. Kelly
still slept with some of her Amazons and I still showed up at The Side Car to
meet Kurt for a little hard man meat. Of course, it always turned out that
after Kurt had dropped his load there were other Pagans expecting a fuck or a
blowjob.
However, Kelly was my first priority and if she wanted me to suck on her clit,
I was ready. My pussy got wet whenever my cell phone Caller ID read "Kelly".
Kelly's dislike for sex with males did lead to a few arguments between us. But
for the most part we got along very well. One of my fondest memories was the
weekend she asked me to help host a birthday party for her younger sister,
Tiffany, who was about to reach her sixteenth year. I can still recall the
conversation where she asked me like it was yesterday. We were in bed together
at my apartment in Manchester.
"Are you busy the weekend of the 12th?" asked Kelly.
"No, free as a bird, let's go to Cape and see who can cum the most," I
replied.
"Tiffany's going to be 16 on the 14th. She asked me if I would chaperone a
party for her and her friends at our parents place in Loon Mountain. Of course,
I said Yes. I want you to come."
"How many of Tiffany's friends will be there?" I asked. Frankly, the thought
of spending an entire weekend being housemother to a bunch of snotty, rich,
girls didn't sound like my idea of fun. On the other hand, I had spent two other
weekends at the Stewarts lodge with just Kelly and let's just say it was
luxurious and there was a nearby spa where a girl could get a massage and a
facial that made you look at life with a totally new outlook.
"Eight at most, look I know I'm asking a favor."
"Would we have to act like we're just friends and slip around or could we just
act natural?"
"I've already told Tiffany that you're coming and that her friends are going
to learn her older sister is gay."
"And what did she say."
"Gee, Kelly, All my friends know my older sister's a dyke. It's cool. Bring
Arlene and you two can demonstrate the ins and outs of girl sex."
"Sounds like the girls aren't just interested in doing each other's nails and
talking about boys," I said.
"Please, do this for me," pleased Kelly in that little girl voice that I could
never say No to.
So I agreed. Hell, it was only Friday and Saturday nights. Kelly would pay for
me to go to the spa (actually her family had an account there and the bill went
to her dad's office in Boston). We would get to sleep together in the master
bedroom that had an incredible view of the Presidential Range. I used to hit
the button that opened the floor-to-ceiling curtains on a window wall (The rich
have such terrific gadgets.). Then I'd position Kelly in that enormous bed with
her legs spread and a goose down pillow elevating her butt. I'd take my time and
spend hours eating her juicy cunt until my jaw felt like it was going to fall
off. Occasionally, I would look out over Kelly's pubic mound and there would be
snow capped Mount Washington serenely in the distance. What a terrific view.
What I didn't know at the time was that Kelly planned to use the weekend to
proselytize Tiffany and her friends about the joys of lesbian sex using me as
part of the demonstration team.
Kelly got everything organized. We were to leave early Friday morning and
arrive shortly after noon. I should mention that Kelly's trust fund provided
her far more money than her lifestyle required. Kelly hired one of the Amazons
whose day job was a chef for one of the downtown Boston hotels to do the
cooking. Kelly rented two deluxe Chevy Suburban vans to drive everyone around in
comfortably.
Kelly drove one Suburban and I another from the Stewart's Jamaica Plains
mansion up interstate I-93 to Loon Mountain. Loon is one of the more exclusive
of the Eastern ski resorts and the Stewarts lodge had big money written all over
it. I recall Kelly telling me it contained 8200 square feet with eight bedrooms
and baths. A huge sundeck covered one entire side of the house. The master suite
where Kelly and I would be sleeping was spectacular with an incredible fireplace
and a huge window wall looking out toward the mountains. There was a downstairs
media room with a sound system and viewing screen that made you think you were
at the mega-plex.
The drive took almost four hours. I had four of the birthday celebrants in my
van plus Carrie the chef. Kelly, Tiffany, and four others were in the other van.
All four of my passengers were already sixteen or about to have that special
birthday that marks a female's passage from being a girl to a woman or some
bullshit like that. I don't recall my parents making a big deal out of my
sixteenth birthday but maybe I have a memory lapse.
The girls were kind of quiet. I could tell they were primed for a different
kind of weekend. Carrie was a typical butch Amazon with lots of piercing,
tattoos, and a short haircut that screamed diesel dyke. I'd worn a shirt that
covered my tattoos in an attempt to be sensitive to Kelly's family. You didn't
have to be around Kelly's mother five minutes before you knew that she wasn't
overly fond of her eldest daughter's muff diving friends. While we were loading
the van with luggage and supplies, Mrs. Stewart hovered around telling the girls
they had to mind Kelly and me since we were officially the chaperones.
Diana Stewart took one look at Carrie and rolled her eyes when Kelly
introduced her.
"Were do you cook?" asked Diana.
"Fifteen Beacon," responded Carrie giving Diana a definitely masculine hand
shake. Now Fifteen Beacon was a new hotel and one that was very much on the
upper end. However, you could sense Mrs. Stewart making a mental note never to
eat there.
Of course, Carrie being your average man-hating Amazon biker girl was used to
that kind of shit and probably could have cared less. On the other hand, Amazons
have shorter fuses than Pagans and Carrie might have taken umbrage. If Diana
hadn't been Kelly's mother, Carrie would possibly have taken her opportunity to
force Mrs. Stewarts head between her thighs for a little non-consensual cunt
licking. I loaded the van as quickly as possible to make sure that the first
act of Tiffany's birthday celebration was not a lesbian rape.
Strangely, Diana Stewart seemed to like me. Maybe it was because Kelly told
her I was not a lesbian. However, I was in love with her lesbian daughter. Does
that make sense?
I thing Diana was one of those mothers who always assumed that one day Kelly
would meet Mr. Right and turn her life around. Fat fucking chance was my opinion
of that.
For the first half of the three-hour drive, the girls were listening to CD's
provided by Kelly. At that point, I should have been tipped off that Kelly was
up to something. The CD's were of several lesbian groups that I recognized from
Kelly's collection. The hottest group was called Tatu and they were a duo of
adorable Russian girls who made out when they performed live. Their music was
very good and very gay. I had eaten Kelly to climax more than once while their
hit 'Gay Malchik' was being pounded out by Kelly's awesome sound system.
The drive went along pretty smoothly. The girls behaved. Actually, they
weren't bad kids and they didn't shriek or giggle (maybe just a few giggles).
They had the perfect teeth of the upper middle class child. Orthodontics is one
of the most accurate methods for making class distinctions in my opinion.
Fortunately, I was born with straight teeth and no under or over bite. That was
a good thing because my parents could never have afforded braces. But right away
I could tell they were curious about me. One of the braver ones started the
questions after we passed the New Hampshire line.
"Ms. Fairchild, Kelly said you were a member of the Pagan Motorcycle Club,"
stated Mary Anne.
"No Ms. Fairchild, Arlene, just Arlene, hey, I'm only twenty-three. I'm not
completely over the hill," I responded.
"Sorry, Arlene, so how long have you been a Pagan?"
"Officially five months, but I've been riding with them for over a year."
"Kelly said your tattoos are fabulous. Can we see them?" asked Yvonne.
"Sure, when we get to Loon. You girls don't want me to drive naked and get us
arrested?" They though my response was hilarious.
"Brenda Cartwright told me that she and her boyfriend get in his truck, take
their clothes off and drive all over Boston buck naked," said Casey.
"Some people consider exhibitionism a turn on," I said.
"Brenda said they go out on a Interstate and let truckers see her boobs."
"My parents took me to a clothing optional resort in the Caribbean. At first I
was scared but after a while you get used to it," said Yvonne.
"You walked around naked?" asked Mary Anne.
"Yes, when we were at the beach. We dressed for dinner and to go into the
resort," answered Yvonne.
"Was Robert naked? How about your dad," asked Casey?
"We were all naked. After a while you get completely used to it and it's no
big deal," said Yvonne.
"What does Robert look like?" asked Casey. I had gathered that Robert was
Yvonne's brother and of some interest to Casey.
"Casey, if you want to see Robert's dick, all you have to do is offer to suck
it," laughed Mary Anne. This occasioned a round of giggles from the four girls
and an expression of displeasure from Carrie. I had a feeling I didn't have four
virgins in the van with me. While I didn't think they were really experienced, I
bet there wasn't one of the four that hadn't wrapped their hand around a boy's
dick.
As we approached our destination, one of the bolder girls decided to question
me.
"What's it like belonging to a motorcycle gang?" asked Sarah.
"Exciting, scary at times, lots of crazy things happening," I replied.
"I read where girls who ride with bikers have to agree to have sex with anyone
in the club," said Sarah.
"That's correct," I replied in my best honesty is the best policy mode.
"What do you do if they're fat and smell bad," asked Casey making a face.
"Make sure you get on top and shower afterwards," I replied. Carrie thought
that was funny.
"That would be like doing it with David Elkins. He's gross and smells funny,"
said Yvonne.
"Fat boys need sex too," I added. I could see that caused them to ponder the
possibility of sex with the overweight. I might all that all four of the little
darlings were skinny. There wasn't a bit of fat on any of them.
"If a boy is fat, does that mean his penis is fat too?" asked Sarah.
"God fucking damn, is cock all you little cunts talk about? Let's talk about
eating pussy," blurted out an exasperated Carrie. It occurred to me that Carrie
being packed into a van with four nubile teenage girls dressed in tank tops and
low rider jeans was like hanging raw meat in front of a starving Siberian tiger.
Carrie was seated in the front with me and her hand was firmly wedged between
her legs. I should also add that Carrie had muscles that rippled when she moved
her arms and being an Amazon was more than a match for the four girls and me. I
wondered if tonight one of the four was going to find herself with an unwanted
bed partner smelling of cooking grease.
Carrie's outburst quieted down everyone for a few minutes. Then brave little
Sarah spoke up.
"Well, what is it like?"
"What's what like?" asked Carrie.
"You know putting your mouth on another girl down there."
"I can say one thing for sure. Any day, it's better to have a warm soft girl
licking your puss than having some guy's pecker in your mouth shooting boy snot
and expecting you to swallow it."
That seemed to give the four something to contemplate. We finally arrived and
unloaded the vans. Carrie had purchased enough food for an army. Carrie headed
off to the kitchen. Kelly and I and the eight walked out on the sun deck. Kelly
casually put her arm around my waist and we embraced. Eight pairs of fascinated
eyes watched Kelly and I did the lip lock thing. When we broke the embrace, all
eight looked quickly away.
"I think we can get at least three hours of sun if we hurry," announced Kelly.
"Can we be clothing optional?" asked Yvonne.
"Sure, why not?" responded Kelly.
On my previous trips to the Stewarts place in Loon, Kelly and I had sunbathed
on the deck in the nude but we had been alone. It wasn't really all that private
given there were other resort homes nearby but we didn't care if someone got his
rocks off watching two naked girls through binoculars.
"Everybody find a bedroom and unpack then come back here," announced Kelly.
Thirty minutes later I was stretched out naked on a chaise facing the
afternoon sun. It was a wide two-person lounger and Kelly was beside me. Girls
are basically herd animals. One by one each of the eight appeared wearing a
robe. They took a deep breath, doffed the robe to reveal their nude body and
quickly sat down in a chaise and became intensely interested in a book or
magazine.
"Who needs lotion?" asked Kelly as soon as the eight girls were enjoying the
sun. Kelly pulled two large bottles of sun tan oil out of a cloth bag.
"I do. I haven't been in the sun since last fall," said Mary Anne.
"I think you all do. I don't want anyone to burn and ruin her weekend. Give me
a hand, Arlene," said Kelly handing me one of the bottles, "Turn around, let's
do each other first."
Kelly squeezed a dollop of lotion into her palm and began to rub it over my
back. As she progressed down to my back, I felt eyes staring at us trying to
guess what would happen when Kelly reached my rear. Well, what happened did not
surprise me. Kelly slowly and sensuously rubbed the lotion on my butt even
sliding her hand between my cheeks to pass a pair of oily fingers over my anus.
She squirted lotion between my cheeks and spent a good five minutes massaging my
asshole. Several times I moaned when she slipped a greasy finger in my rectum. I
imagined that there were nine little sweethearts watching who wished they could
get their hands between their legs and squeeze the little man in the boat.
After Kelly finished the back of my legs, she started with my neck, use many
more strokes than required to cover my breasts and proceeded down my abdomen to
cover my pubic area. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as her fingers
parted my labia and stroked my clitoris. The last time Kelly and I had done
this, we found up in the shower humping our pussies together. By the time, Kelly
applied the lotion to my calves I was ready to drop down and start licking her
pussy. But I kept my act together and applied lotion over Kelly's body using the
same slow sensuous techniques.
"All right, you do your four and Tiffany and I'll do my four," said Kelly when
we were done.
I thought that one of either Tiffany, Mary Anne, Yvonne, Casey or Sarah would
turn out to be shy and say, "I'll do myself," but all five stood there while I
covered them with lotion. I massaged five pairs of boobs, passed my fingers
between the cheeks of their little ass touching their little brown anuses and
stroked my lotion-covered hands across their clits. All five were breathing
heavily when I finished. Casey appeared to be the horniest of the five. When it
came time to do her pubic area, she spread her legs to maximize my access to her
crotch. I traced a finger across her vagina and realized that little Casey's
fifteen-year-old cunt was putting out more lubrication than a Saudi Arabian oil
well.
I returned to Kelly and my lounger and went back to reading the
techno-thriller I'd brought for the occasion. It was about an hour later that I
felt a hand rub my breast and take my nipple between two fingers and roll it
back and forth. Kelly whispered in my ear.
"I'm horny. Let's go inside."
"Are you sure?" I was horny as hell too; but I was trying to keep my cool and
not give Tiffany and her friends the impression that Kelly's lover was some out
of control bull dyke. However, my cunt was wet. I had rubbed my hands over five
naked pretty teenage girls. But I still hadn't figured out what Kelly was up to.
"We're going in for a while. Here's the lotion. You girls make sure you don't
burn," announced Kelly as we stood up.
The Master Suite opened off the sun deck so we only had to walk a few steps
before we were there. Kelly slid the glass door closed and we went into the
oversized shower stall. If there is one place on earth, I have fond memories of
it is that shower stall. Kelly and I showered, playfully fooled around then
wound up in bed where we noisily ate each other to multiple orgasms. When it
comes to sex, Kelly is loud and expressive. The Amazons are known for that. A
night of Amazon sex will leave you hoarse from screaming orgasms and urging your
partners to give it another try. I might also add that Amazons are very fond of
the vernacular and love to scream obscenities. Kelly and I had a good
sixty-minute session of screaming sex before we were fucked out and decided to
take a nap until dinner.
Afterwards, when we were dressing for dinner, I felt a cool breeze. When I
checked the sliding glass door, I discovered that Kelly had not fully closed it.
In fact it was a good six inches apart. It immediately dawned on me that nine
young girls had listened to our lovemaking. Kelly was not the type of person to
make that kind of mistake unless it was intentional. I thought a minute then
laughed to myself. Kelly was seeking converts to lesbianism the way evangelical
preachers try to get people to accept Christ as their savior. I didn't know why
she hadn't let me in on her plan. She did have a secretive side and was just
beginning to learn to trust me (Something I eventually smashed to pieces.) I
decided to become a co-conspirator. If Kelly wanted to convert her sister and
eight friends to lesbian sex, then more power to her.
The sheet of paper that Kelly provided all of us contained an agenda for the
weekend. Friday night's dinner dress was described as "lounge wear". I spent an
afternoon in Victoria Secret's purchasing a very sexy outfit that left me with a
bare midriff and a top that exposed my abdomen from right below by breasts to
two inches above my clitoris. It was a creamy white, a color I thought looked
great with my tan and tattoos.
Girls are competitive when it comes to appearance even more so when there are
no men involved. It can be more of a challenge to look good in front of your
peers who know something about clothes, make-up and jewelry than appearing in a
pickup bar to pass muster in front of a group of beer swilling Neanderthals who
only point of judgment is how much tit your showing. I was wearing some of the
jewelry that I had acquired from Kurt when I helped him take care of business. I
truly loved the jeweled Chopard Watch and an emerald necklace that I have never
worn before complemented my green eyes. I'd spent some time choosing my outfit
and even Kelly was impressed.
"Let's let the girls do their thing and stay here and fuck all night," said
Kelly as she took me in her arms and kissed me.
"Carrie would kill us if we didn't show up for dinner," I responded then
returned her kiss.
"But you look good enough to eat and I want you not coq au vin."
"Be patient, you can have both," I replied wrapping my arms around Kelly's
frame and holding her tight as I ground my crotch against hers."
When we arrived in the great room, our bevy of girls had already helped
themselves to the bottles of chardonnay that Carrie had opened and sat on the
table as a before dinner drink. They were all dressed to kill showing a lot of
bare flesh. I poured Kelly and myself a fresh glass of wine and handed Kelly
hers as we stood there taking in the scene. The girls were very pretty. It was
kind of a lesbian's dream evening. I could only wonder what a really aggressive
dyke like Martina Navitorova would think of an evening like this. Kelly and I
got some looks when we entered. These girls had spent an hour that afternoon
listening to us shout things like, "Eat that pussy, suck my clit, fuck me with
your fingers, oh your tongue feels so good in my ass."
I may have been wrong but our little audio performance might have caused some
of these little femmes to pair up for their own session of hot sweaty girl sex.
I would at least bet there was not a clit in the house that hadn't felt their
owners' fingers doing a dance around that sensitive nub of flesh.
It was present opening time for Tiffany and we had all brought our gifts with
us. There were a few gag gifts including a large box of different size dildoes.
I gave Tiffany a gold necklace and pendant. Something purchased with my
ill-gotten gains.
At 8:00, Carrie arrived wearing her chef's clothes and announced dinner. Kelly
had hired two local girls to serve and help Carrie in the kitchen. The food was
spectacular and perfect for a group of weight-conscious teenage girls whose
primary goal in life was to remain thin. For dessert, there was a Lindzer Tort
with sixteen candles. A thirty-year-old vintage port was poured for everyone. We
toasted Tiffany and sang Happy Birthday. When Carrie appeared, we all clapped
and cheered. No one should ever say that a man hating Amazon couldn't cook like
dream. The food had been spectacular.
After dinner, Kelly invited Carrie to join us as soon as she was finished and
her two helpers sent on their way. Kelly took my arm like we were a normal
couple and we lead our nine little lambs to the Media Room.
When we arrived in the Media Room, Kelly opened a cabinet and took out a
silver tray containing a good two dozen neatly rolled joints. She also brought
out a cigar-sized box of marijuana and six water bongs. At that point, the girls
informed Tiffany that her older sister was just the "coolest" as they either lit
up a joint or stuffed marijuana into the bowl of a water bong. Within five
minutes, you could get high by just walking into the room and breathing the air.
The Stewart's Media Room was furnished with large comfortable leather chairs,
couches and two person love seats. One wall was covered with the largest
television screen I'd ever seen.
"How about some porn?" Kelly asked the assemblage as she looked through a
stack of DVDs.
"Sure," responded several of the girls.
I knew that to Kelly porn did not mean two studs taking turns screwing a
blonde with silicone boobs using their ten-inch cocks. The DVD started out
innocently enough. Two girls, a redhead and a brunette, hitch hiking in a
mountain setting. They looked like they were in one of our national parts (and
probably were for that matter). Two other girls, one blonde and one brunette,
drive by and stop. The two drivers ask the two hitchhikers where they are going.
Apparently, the two drivers have a cabin by the lake and invite the two
hitchhikers to stay with them. Once at the cabin, they all engage in hot lesbian
sex.
I agree the plot is non-existent but who cares about plot anyway when it comes
to porn. What that particular porn had was production values. The girls were
very young and pretty with nice natural bodies. The sound and picture quality
were first rate like a Hollywood movie. As the movie started, I noted that
"Spring Break in the Mountains" was a production of Warrior Woman Films. It
would not take a genius to guess that the Amazons Motorcycle Club owned Warrior
Woman Films lock, stock, and barrel.
Kelly and I sat together on a love seat sharing a water bong and making out.
The dope was making me incredibly horny and the fact that I was watching two
girls eat each other's pussy on a wooden dock by a mountain lake was only making
the situation worse.
Kelly had dimmed the lights but around us you could hear girls kissing and
making out with one another. I glanced around and saw Yvonne and Casey seated
together in one of the big chairs. Yvonne had pushed Casey's top up and was
gently kissing her nipples. Casey had her head thrown back in that "this is so
fucking good" mode we girls can adopt when someone's mouth is making love to
your breasts. Kelly and I were starting to get it on when Kelly halted me from
trying to pull her pants down. I was just dying to taste her muff.
From the sounds of the place, you had to assume that everyone was getting up
close and personal with someone. In addition to the aroma of marijuana, there
was a new odor. It was the raw, wet, and incredibly erotic smell of young cunts
overworking their Bartholin glands to create an atmosphere you could get rich
off if you could bottle it. It was like you could breathe pussy. I was so
aroused I felt weak.
"I need another favor," said Kelly.
"You know I'd do anything for you," I responded.
"I want you to be Tiffany's first."
"Isn't that Tiffany on the other side of the room with Christine making out
like crazy?" It looked to me like the birthday girl already had her pants down
around her knees with Christine's hands pawing her crotch.
"I want you to be her first. Really, this is important to me. Tiffany told me
that she wanted you tonight."
"All right, what about Christine?"
"I'll take care of Christine," said Kelly.
Kelly and I stood up and walked the dozen steps to the chair where Tiffany and
Christine were engaged in slowly taking each other's clothes off as we arrived.
Both girls' pants were below their knees and their tops under their chins. Kelly
kneeled down and applied her mouth to Christine's vagina as I did the same to
Tiffany. We licked teen pussy for a while then exchanged kisses. I stripped off
Tiffany's clothes then did the same to mine. Kelly pulled Christine to her feet
and led her away. I positioned Tiffany so her legs were hanging off the chair
arms. I scooted her bottom down to where it pointed straight out and went to
work on her with my mouth and fingers.
I licked, tickled and generally manipulated her bunghole until she was
practically out of her mind with lust. All the while I was working on her clit
and vagina with my mouth while I worked my fingers inside her cunt to find that
rough little place in the lining of the vagina that unlocks a woman's
opportunity for a truly mind blowing orgasm.
Marijuana can make you incredibly horny. It's like you can fuck forever. It
wasn't long before I felt the muscles lining the walls of Tiffany's cunt give my
fingers a squeeze as I stroked her Grafenberg Spot.
"Oh, Arlene, that feels so good, don't stop," moaned Tiffany as her climax
began to take over her body. Around me were the sounds of other femmes getting
that release we all seek for. On the screen, the four girls were involved in a
group fuck where the positions constantly changed. Not to brag but I kept
Tiffany on an orgasmic high for at least twenty minutes. It was one of the
longest orgasm's I'd ever seen a woman have. I've been there myself. You shake
all over. It's like your body is a tuning fork and someone just struck you
against something hard. Just when you feel the vibration about to stop, they
strike the fork again, a few of those and nothing in this world matters.
Tiffany's pussy was so wet there was liquid dripping out of it. At some point,
I felt a mouth on my pussy and asshole and looked back to see Christine's face
between my butt cheeks. Further back, Kelly had her face buried in Christine's
butt. Other girls joined in and soon the girl chain reached around the room.
Girls love community and group activities. And there's nothing that makes you
have a better sense of belong to a group that licking a wet pussy while yours is
being licked.
All good things must come to an end. Later, all eight proto-lesbians told us
they had multiple orgasms. I certainly did. But at some point, you need a rest
period to allow your juices to replenish themselves.
As the movie ended, Kelly turned the light back up. I looked around to see
that all nine of the celebrants were draped across the furniture with their legs
spread and their legs glistening with sheen of girl juice. We took a breather as
more marijuana was lit up. Just as I was getting mellow from the joint I was
smoking, Carrie entered the room dressed in leather like a dominatrix. There was
a long silver and blue jell cock flopping between her legs. Kelly and I used the
same type of dildo that allowed the lesbian top to embed six inches of jell cock
in her own vagina while she used the nine to twelve inches hanging out to screw
the bottom lesbian. Some lesbians don't go for that kind of sex since it
approximates sex with a male. Fortunately, Kelly was not one of them.
Everyone laughed nervously wondering what was going to happen next. I kept
reminding myself these were girls from nice families who had probably just had
their first taste of lesbian sex. I had been surprised no one freaked out and
ran to their room screaming, "I'm not a fag."
"I got something here for the birthday girl," announced Carrie shaking the
cock. It was a long limber twelve inches.
"Oh God, it's too big," squealed Tiffany but you could tell she was excited by
what she was looking at.
"Down on all fours, birthday girl. I'm going to give you sixteen strokes and
then sixteen more," directed Carrie.
Tiffany dutifully obeyed. She got down on all fours with her butt facing the
audience. Carrie reached in a leather bag and pulled out a bottle of Astro-Glide
and a set of rubber balls connected by a single cord. I'd used anal love beads
before. They can be a real mind trip if they're used right. Carrie squired
Astro-Glide over each ball as she shoved them up Tiffany's asshole. Tiffany
moaned as each ball went in. Casey scooted over to sit on the edge of my chair.
We started playing with each other's nipples as we watched Tiffany's ass stuffed
with the balls. All eighth watched with an intensity that signified they would
have been glad to be right down there in place of Tiffany.
I was seated beside Mary Ann when I noticed her spread her legs and insert
two fingers in her vagina and go to work on her clit with the other hand. Let's
face it. Fifteen and sixteen year old girls are at the perfect age to enjoy sex
and they have all the physical attributes needed. The law tries to force them to
wait until they're older but more often than not, the law comes out the loser.
Kelly went over to a cabinet and pulled out a large cardboard box and dumped
the contents on the table. Dildos, butt plugs, anal probes rolled out on the
table. Small bottles of Probe and Astro-Glide were included.
"Everybody grab a toy to help them get off with Tiffany. Let's all cum
together," announced Kelly.
The wholesome eight quickly grabbed a toy or two and returned to their chair.
In a matter of seconds, there wasn't an empty pussy in the room. I picked out a
large dildo with a small anal probe and an upper part that resembled a human
tongue for my clit. I squired Astro-Glide on my dildo of choice and shoved it
where it would do the most good. I switched the vibrator on and relaxed to the
hum coming from my cunt.
When all six balls were buried in Tiffany's ass, Carrie slipped the head of
the rubber cock into the opening of Tiffany's vagina.
"Make a wish," commanded Carrie.
"I wish that you fuck the shit out of me with that rubber cock," yelled
Tiffany. Now that was a wish we all could enjoy.
"Hang on, here it comes," said Carrie taking a firm hold on Tiffany's girlish
hips and pushing forward. It took a couple of shoves but the strap on bottomed
out and that resulted in cheers and claps. I guess if your idea of a good
birthday is being dildo fucked while your eight best friends watch then Tiffany
was having a hell of a time.
"I'm in all the way, let's count together," shouted Carrie who then screamed,"
One," as she pulled back then buried that dildo in Tiffany's box.
The assemblage "shouted, "Two," as they shoved a dildo in their own cunt. By
the time we were on the third sixteen, I had orgasmed a half dozen times.
Tiffany looked like she was getting the fuck of a lifetime.
Carrie manipulated the anal balls pulling them out and shoving them back in
as she dildo fucked Tiffany. Tiffany climaxed over and over again then slid flat
on the floor. Given the number and duration of orgasms she had experienced
tonight, I was surprised she wasn't brain dead.
"Who's next?" yelled Carrie waving the rubber cock with her hand.
"Me," screamed Mary Ann bolting off the couch and throwing herself on all
fours in front of Carrie.
"All right, but first you have to lick Mistress's Carrie's twat," responded
Carrie.
Mary Anne was game for that as she scooted under the kneeling Carrie and began
to loudly lick Carrie's cunt. After Mary Anne, Carrie dildo fucked the rest of
the girls. I remember Christine as the one who could make a sailor blush as
obscenities poured from her mouth the moment Carrie sunk that rubber dick into
her uterus.
I kept smoking weed, fucked my cunt with a dildo, ate someone's pussy, and
engaged in a number of group gropes before eventually passing out.
When I woke up the next morning, I was naked and lying across a bed in one of
the girls' rooms. Casey, Yvonne, and Sarah were curled up around me. It was
almost 10:00AM. My first sensation was of a humming noise coming from somewhere
close. It took a while for me to come to full consciousness. When I did I
realized the humming was inside my body. I carefully slipped my hands between my
legs and felt the end of a dildo vibrator. The damn thing was buried inside me.
The hum was pretty weak indicating the batteries were about to die. I twisted
the head to turn off the vibrator then attempted to pull it out. It wouldn't
budge.
"Jesus fuck," I whispered. If everyone found out that Arlene went to sleep
with a dildo stuck in her quim that she couldn't get out, I'd never live it
down. I reached down, getting the best hold I could and pulled. It wouldn't
budge and it felt like I was pulling my insides out. I figured that last night
my pussy was full of Astro-Glide and girl wet when me or someone else shoved it
inside my vagina. Afterwards I must have passed out. Since then, it had dried up
and bonded with the latex. It felt like someone had covered it with Super Glue
then buried it in my snatch. (I once saw some Pagans do that to a girl who was
giving them some grief. I heard later that the Hospital ER had managed to remove
it although her vagina would need a few months to grow a new lining. That's the
kind of thing that teaches you its better to do whatever the Pagans ask and do
it willingly.)
I had a moment where I saw myself in the local emergency room surrounded by
smirking nurses and doctors making comments like, "We had a guy in here last
month with a gerbil stuck up his ass."
I eased off the bed being careful not to disturb my three companions. I walked
to the bathroom with the kind of stiff legged walk you would expect. Once there,
I carefully sat down on the commode and took a long and much needed piss. As I
emptied my bladder, I wondered what to do about the column of latex that was
stuck inside my body. I thought about going to find Kelly. She would definitely
help me once she quit laughing. Maybe if I could get my cunt to produce some
natural lubrication things would loosen up and the damn thing would come out.
I licked my fingers and gave my clit a tentative stroke. I was a little tender
from last night's sexual marathon but my love button still worked. At least it
seemed to send the right sensations to the rest of my body. I decided I needed
to remember some thing in the past that really got me hot. I needed to think of
the filthiest and most perverted acts of my long and varied sexual life.
My mind immediately went back to the day I was initiated by the Pagans. I
tried to recall how it felt to be up on stage sucking that burro's eighteen-inch
cock while a hundred camcorders were capturing it frame by frame. I mimicked
the movements my mouth made that day as it worked on the slimy penis that slowly
emerged from its sheath. I recalled putting that beaker of burro semen to my
lips and drinking it down like it was mother's milk. I felt myself getting
there. I sensed some movement in my vagina. Next I remembered being down on all
fours with a Dalmatian pumping his dick in my cunt. I recalled sucking dog dick
while Reno made a close up of the dog ejaculating in my mouth. I'd seen the
video of me taking a mouthful of canine cum.
All of a sudden, I was there. I let out a low moan followed by a very loud
grunt. I looked up just in time to see Casey standing there watching me with her
mouth open. At that moment, the dildo slid out like it was being expelled from a
water cannon and landed in the commode bowl with a loud splash.
"Sorry, I'll go pee somewhere else," said an embarrassed Casey as she backed
away closing the door.
"My God, I bet she thinks that was a turd hitting the water," I thought.
I could imagine her telling the other girls that Arlene could masturbate
while she took a dump. Something I couldn't imagine doing. I stood up and fished
the dildo out of the commode bowl and rinsed it off. God I felt like shit.
My head was pounding and my mouth felt like nine teenagers had taken a dump in
it. I threw a blanket over the still sleeping girls and wandered into the
kitchen where a worse for wear Carrie was drinking a cup of coffee. I poured
myself a cup and sat down beside her. Saying "Good Morning" made my head hurt
but I did it anyway. Kelly arrived looking absolutely tiptop like nothing had
happened and she had gotten a good eight hours of restful sleep.
"Yoga lesson at two," said Kelly in a bright cheerful voice then ran off to
somewhere.
"Sixteen year old girls don't lick your pussy, they chew it," said Carrie
ruefully, "My cunt feels like it has been sandpapered."
I took a long shower that included two applications of Summer's Eve. I'd
discovered that I smelled like cunt from the top of my head to the soles of my
feet.
It took me to 2:00PM to feel human again. When the doorbell rang. I was
closest and opened it to greet Colette Herrick from the Inner Harmony Yoga
Center. Colette certainly looked the part of a yoga instructor, long straight
black hair, not an ounce of body fat and a figure with minimal curves.
I had just assumed when I saw "Yoga Lesson" on Kelly's weekend schedule that
the girls were interested in Yoga and Tiffany had indicated she would enjoy a
class. As it turns out, Colette Harris specialized in a type of Yoga I knew
something about. Her purpose that afternoon was to initiate the girls in the
mysteries of female ejaculation by applying the techniques of Tantric Yoga.
Female ejaculation is one of those topics that women seldom discuss even
among themselves. There are those that deny it exists saying that certain women
get very excited when the orgasm and release their bladders. Others claim that
chemical analysis of female ejaculate shows it is not urine or has a low
percentage of urine content. Guys usually assume that they're such great lovers
that the woman just pissed herself in gratitude. Frankly, I don't know the
answer other than Doris, one of the Pagan girls, is know for squirting something
when she gets off. I once received a face-full of eau de Doris and it smelled
something like urine but it was rather mild. I guess the jury is out.
As I sat quietly to make sure my lunch stayed down, I figured out that Kelly
was using her little sister's birthday weekend to make nine converts to
lesbianism. These young ladies were being shown that they could achieve mind
blowing sexual pleasure without having to deal with male egos and cocks.
When Kelly summoned us all to the Great Room, there were a dozen new yoga mats
lying on the floor, a gift from Kelly. Kelly had also turned up the heat to
where the room felt like an oven. Tantric yoga is one of the many types are yoga
that are optimally practiced in a room with a temperature greater than ninety
degrees. I gathered that was on instructions from our instructor who said she
would have preferred it even warmer. Normally, I would not mind but hangovers
and heat are not a good mixture. Regardless, out of loyalty to Kelly, I decided
to tough it out. I did keep the location of the nearest garbage can in mind.
. When we arrived, Colette had taken off the clothes she wore when I opened
the door. She was wearing the bottom half of a diaphanous sarong and her
unshaved public area showed right through. Her very flat chest was clearly on
display.
"Now if everyone will get undressed, we can start," announced Colette. I began
to wonder why any of us had bothered to pack clothes.
The next two hours were spent in learning the fine art of Grafenberg Spot
masturbation using Tantric Yoga techniques that our instructor assured us would
when fully mastered result in female ejaculation. All my years of practicing
Tantric Yoga and this was my first time I'd heard it related to female
ejaculation.
Colette distributed copies of a three page handout to the attendees who were
busily undressing. I could just imagine what one of the girl's parents would say
when they unpacked her overnight case and found that.
The handout included a description of a one-week Tantric yoga workshop held at
Inner Harmony and taught by Colette. I could not imagine spending an entire week
playing with my pussy under the watchful eyes of Colette.
We were instructed to pair up. Once again, Kelly insisted I be the first to
cause Tiffany to squirt her load. Everyone was provided a tube of K-Y jelly and
we had to trim our nails. I was pretty sure I was going to need the K-Y after
last night. I'd produced so much female lubrication during our all night fuck
fest I was dehydrated.
Colette started off in the normal fashion for Yoga. Relaxation and breath
control was supposedly the key. We were told not to feel embarrassed if we
drenched our partners with our ejaculation and that we should encourage it
especially once our partner started their vaginal and clitoral orgasms.
Multiple, deeply felt, highly erotic orgasms enhanced by squirting a quantity of
girl juice from our urethra was our objective.
There was a lot of tittering and nervous laughter from the girls. The lack of
inhibitions of last night had been encouraged by alcohol and dope. This was
going to be dead sober girl fucking in the cold light of day and that takes some
getting used to for the average mid teen prom queen.
But between Colette and Kelly, we had two enthusiastic coaches who went from
couple to couple making suggestions and demonstrating the optimum way to find
that G-spot and release its power for pleasure (Colette's words not mind.) When
I took a moment to look around, I was surprised at how serious everyone was
taking the instructions. I suppose when you are sixteen, sex is a very important
matter and opportunities for learning must be taken advantage of when they are
available. How often do you get the occasion to attend a hands-on-pussy seminar
on female ejaculation?
I've always had a knack for locating Doctor Grafenberg's location and in no
time, Tiffany was moaning and pushing her spot against my fingers. I found
myself agreeing with Colette that the spot once aroused would push itself
forward to meet your fingers. The G-spot was nobody's fool.
Per Colette's instructions, I was stimulating her clit with my mouth and
fingers while making encouraging remarks such as," I want to taste you, cum all
over my face, your getting there, cum on me, I want to swallow your cum."
Tiffany made her sister (and me) proud by releasing a good half pint of female
ejaculation the first time and a smaller amount during her second orgasm.
Of the five couples, we achieved some amount of ejaculation in three of the
five on the first session. Then we switched partners and I found myself lying on
my back with Tiffany's fingers in my vagina. Colette had to help Tiffany find
that rough little patch of skin that constituted my G-spot.
"She has an exceptionally large G-spot, it's much larger than normal and it's
well developed and muscular," said Colette whose trained fingers had quickly
located my vaginal command and control center. Several of the girls overheard
Colette's remarks and hurried over to feel the mother of all G-spots. They sent
chills through my body when she slowly rubbed it with two of K-Y covered
fingers.
At that instant, I had acquired a logical explanation of why I was a slut
whore who never hesitated when there was an opportunity to spread my legs and
have someone (human and non-human) touch my overdeveloped G-spot. See, there's a
good reason I'm the way I am.
Tiffany got me off and kept getting me off until I was close to passing out;
but alas, nothing squirted out of my urethra not even pee.
Yvonne proved to be the champion female ejaculator. The stuff came out like
she had a water hose up her ass. Colette managed to capture a glass beaker full
of Yvonne's girl jism that was passed around for closer observation. When the
beaker arrived back n Colette's hand, she promptly drank it to prove the
attractive and harmless nature of the female ejaculate. I was still a little
hung over and watching her quaff down the cloudy contents of that beaker made my
stomach do a flip-flop.
Class over I went into the master bedroom and went promptly to sleep.
"Dinner's in an hour, time to get up sleepy head," said Kelly as she gently
kissed me awake. Those are the moments when lesbian love really works. A guy
would have yanked all the covers off me and said something like, "Get up bitch,
you'll make us late."
I was downstairs at 8:00 wearing the other outfit I'd bought for the occasion.
The three-hour nap had put me right. Carrie produced another incredible dinner
that included a double chocolate cheesecake that gave you a buzz all by itself.
As we were finishing dessert complemented by another vintage port, I got the
sense that our ladies were hoping for some more of what they had last night.
When you're sixteen, you have a very large capacity for sexual play.
"What's next?" asked Sarah expectantly.
"I thought we might experiment with fisting," responded Kelly as she placed a
fresh tray of joints on the table in front of the girls.
"What's that?" asked Sarah.
"It's when you put your hand inside someone's vagina, make a fist, and pump
their pussy until they cum," responded Kelly.
"You can get your fist inside there?" blurted out Yvonne.
"You sure can. Arlene and I will show you then you can try with each other."
Kelly provided everyone with several pair of hospital quality latex surgical
gloves. I could tell these were the kind that cardiac surgeons wore when they
were giving you a new ticker. Kelly always went first class.
All nine girls gathered around while Kelly donned a pair of gloves, squired
Probe all over my vagina and went to work. Being fisted is a matter of
relaxation and desire. Yoga breath control like they had learned that afternoon
was a key. The other key was having an intense desire to feel another person's
fist inside your body. Kelly was not the first person to ever fist fuck me. I'd
let a guy I was dating in college do the honors. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon
when Eric made me one of those offers I've never been smart enough to refuse.
We'd been fucking since lunch and were on a break.
"I bet I can get my hand in your pussy," said Eric as he handed me the joint
he had just touched a match to.
"Why would I let you do that?" I asked taking a toke and holding it.
"They say its mind blowing. Once inside, I'll make a fist and fist fuck you."
"You'll rupture something and I'll bleed to death."
"No way, it's safe, I read all about on a Web site."
"Show me."
Eric walked me over to his workstation and brought up a Web site that included
a complete guide to safe and hygienic fist fucking. I read the guide carefully
before I asked, "Have you got the gloves and lube?"
"You bet, Arlene, prepared like a boy scout."
I guess Eric knew his whores. The average girl would probably have told him to
get lost. I spent the next hour on all fours as Eric worked all his fingers,
then his thumb and finally his hand inside my vagina. The first time there is a
tremendous amount of pressure. I was sweating profusely and focused on
relaxation when he announced, "I'm in.". He said that like he was Howard Carter
or Lord Carnavon and they had just broken into Tut-Ankh-Aman's tomb.
He repeated the initial entry process several times until I was more
comfortable before he announced, "I'm going to slowly make a fist." That
actually wasn't too bad. Eric was gentle and patient and he did have small
slender hands.
After he repeated the making a fist segment, he began to slowly push his fist
along my birth canal. I can say that can cause you to take a few deep breaths.
When he reached my uterus, he stopped and began to methodically fist fuck me. I
started playing with my clit and in no time, Arlene was experiencing multiple
orgasms. For the two months we dated, fist fucking became one of our Sunday
afternoon regular activities.
Kelly and I had fist fucked each other quite a number of times by the time of
Tiffany's birthday. After Kelly had opened me up and gotten inside she showed
the girls how she could push in to her forearm and feel my uterus. I lay there
while nine hands were inserted in my cunt, made into a fist, and pushed inside
to meet my uterus.
Demonstration over, the girls were paired up. I got to do the birthday girl
again. Kelly circulated through the room helping as needed. It wasn't long
before the Great Room was full of moans and grunts as the girls' holes were
lubricated and opened to the point where hands could enter. Now fisting is
considered hard-core lesbian fucking just as anal fisting is for gay male sex.
Fist fucking a vagina is a diesel dyke thing. Lesbians to my knowledge aren't
disposed to anal fisting. (Why fist a shit packed asshole when there's a
reasonably clean pussy available?)
It was at this point that I sensed that Kelly might be making some actual
converts to Lesbianism. I don't know whether lesbians are born or made but
Tiffany and her friends had learned that there were possibilities outside of
heterosexuality. If in the next few years, these girls met men who mistreated
them, lied to them, cheated on them, etc., then they at least knew you didn't
need a man to have a great orgasm.
As soon as I got Tiffany off, I let her do me. Next, Casey and Yvonne got down
on all fours side by side and I stuck a fist in both their cunts and fisted them
to a dual climax while they tongue kissed and played with each other's tits and
clits. Carrie joined us and used me to demonstrate hard brutal power fisting
where dykes punch into your cunt like prizefighters. It's somewhere between
erotic and taking a good beating. Without the dope, I would not have let her do
that to me. Your uterus feels like a punching bag the next day.
After that, we smoked more dope and fucked until exhaustion overcame us. It is
very hard to maintain the same pace as a sixteen-year-old girl.
The next day, a hung over and sore as hell Arlene drove her crew back to
Boston. At the time, I remember thinking that I was at least living a damn
interesting life. I was in love with Kelly and she with me.
Oh well, nothing lasts forever.
