Chapter 5

Doris Lamps dislike for mankind evidenced itself in a number of ways. Most recently Doris had been getting political, working with various women's groups and spending time working for the passage of the Equal Rights Amendment. This had really stemmed from her years at the bank where she had worked as a teller for next to nothing and still was not making much even as the head teller. Yet, she saw men start working for the bank as junior executives, little wet-behind-the-ears pups that she, Doris Lamp, would have to show the ropes to, who would have starting salaries almost double what hers was. And all because, she thought, they had a few inches of disgusting flesh dangling between their legs. This pissed her off.

The way they related to her at work also pissed her off. Though she was 35 years old and old enough, she thought, to be the mother of some of these young punks, they still looked at her with that leer in their eyes, still brushed the hand across her rump when walking by, and never gave up asking her out for "just a drink after work."

What Mrs. Lamp didn't realize, was if a woman has a body like Marilyn Monroes, no matter how bitchy, how mean, how contrary she is, men will still come sniffing around like dogs in heat.

The more time that Doris spent with her women's groups, the more disgusted she became with men. Her husband and his feeble attempts at sex every Saturday night disgusted her. The young junior executives with their tight slacks and leering grins disgusted her. The way old Mr. Rocklin harassed the young girls who worked for the bank disgusted her. It got to the point where even an advertisement in a magazine showing a masculine type driving a car with a pretty woman at his side disgusted her.

Doris was especially impressed with a slogan she heard at one of her ERA meetings and wrote it down on a small card and placed it above the sun visor her car so that she could look at it whenever she got pissed off at men. The card read: "A Woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle". How true, thought Doris, how true.

Doris first saw Susan Lovitt at a woman's consciousness raising session. These are meetings where, basically, women get together to talk about how shitty men are and how great women are. Susan was short, a little stocky and had very close cropped hair-just the very opposite of the voluptuous Doris Lamp. Susan tended to wear rather masculine clothing, baggy Levi jeans, sturdy walking shoes, and plain flannel shirts-almost as if she were doing everything she could to disguise her femininity. Doris couldn't have hidden the fact that she was a woman even if she wore nothing but a woolen sack.

Susan was speaking to the group of intently listening feminists gathered in a small circle in someone's living room. Doris was among them. Susan was speaking forcefully and with conviction.

"Women," she argued, "have got to free themselves from the yoke of male domination!" Murmurs of "Right on, sister!" were heard throughout the room. "God created Adam, decided he'd made a horrible mistake so he then created Eve. I think it's pretty obvious by now which one of the sexes is the superior."

"Women have rights that men have not even thought of yet. For example, let's take sex. For years this has been thought of as a man's right and pleasure and a woman's duty. How many of you sisters have been crushed beneath some hairy, slobbering, smelly man, while he grunted and groaned for a few pathetic moments, got his rocks off and then rolled over to go to sleep?" Heads nodded in assent all around the room, Doris' included.

"What men don't realize, the stupid fuckers, is that women have a right to pleasure, we have a right to orgasm-and if men don't want to give us this right, or aren't interested in letting us have this right, THEN WHO THE FUCK NEEDS MEN!! ? ? ? " The women roared their approval.

"Remember-there are no frigid women, only clumsy men!! " Susan continued on in this vein for a good long while, extolling the virtues of sisterhood and putting down men unmercifully. While Doris didn't quite know what she thought of "sisterhood", she was in full agreement with Susan on the subject of men. Doris had no use for them.

After the meeting, the girls were standing around talking, sipping herb tea. Doris noticed that many of them seemed to be very affectionate with each other. This bothered her-though sex with men was repulsive to her, the thought of sex with women was something that she thought people only read about in those filthy books you see for sale in liquor stores-it certainly wasn't something that women actually did. Doris attended these meetings simply because she was interested in seeing the ERA pass so that she could get back at all the men at work.

Since Doris was new, Susan, as one of the leaders, made an effort to get to know her. Doris was standing off to the edge of the group, her voluptuous body making her stand out from the rest like a swan among crows.

"Hi, I noticed that this is your first meeting here. My name is Susan." She extended a hand and gave Doris one of the firmest handshakes of her life.

Doris was more than a little uncomfortable at the meeting in the first place, but now, meeting one of the leaders was too much.

"It's, uh, nice to meet you, Susan. You speak really, uh, well.. . Oh! I almost forgot.. . My name is Doris, Doris Lamp and I, well.. . I'm here because I'm really interested in seeing the ERA pass. You see, I work in a bank and it really upsets me to see the way men have set everything up, it's just unfair!! "

Susan smiled a slight, smug, almost secret smile. Much like a fisherman might when seeing the shadow of an especially attractive and nice trout pass beneath his boat. . . .

"Oh, Doris.. . if only you knew! The bank is just one small aspect of what's happening at in the world as a whole. Men have grabbed everything that's nice in this life for themselves and left women with all the shit. There's not one aspect of this life that men have touched where women, excuse my french, have not just been fucked-over! Women can change this, we really can!! We have to unite in a strong system of sisterhood, a system that excludes men entirely from our lives. We don't need them as bread-winners and they've certainly failed as lovers. . . . "

Doris smiled bitterly to herself when she heard Susan talk about men's failings in the sexual department. She thought about her feeble husband and his pathetic little cock. She thought about the few other miserable lovers she'd had in her life. Doris had very little interest in fucking quite simply because she'd never really ever been fucked well. The act had always been a chore, something she did for someone else's pleasure. Something that she was either talked into or forced into doing by circumstances because it was too difficult to get out of not doing it.

She'd stayed married because her husband was such a wimp that he pretty much did whatever she wanted and only bothered her with sex once a week on Saturday night and then the whole disgusting act only took a few short minutes. Her husband, Rob, made pretty good money and Doris' hobby was spending it. This was one way she worked out her sexual frustrations and the other was by being chief bitch at work. The cunt everyone feared, even some of her bosses. She liked that.

The meeting was breaking up as Susan took Doris by the elbow, leading her away from the group.

"Doris, I want to tell you how happy I am that you've decided to join our little group. Lord knows we need all the help we can get to pass the ERA. Goddamn men have all the political power and their going to fight this all the way down the line. It's their balls that are on the line.

"I'm fascinated by your job at the bank and how you've risen to a position of some authority in a totally male oriented environment-I'd really like to talk with you further about it. Are you doing anything tonight?"

Doris hesitated for a second. This was Wednesday night, one of the two nights of the week she was supposed to fix dinner at home, the other nights Rob had to do the work. Well, she thought, fuck him, it wouldn't hurt his pot belly to go hungry once in awhile.

"Uh, nothing really," said Doris.

"Well, then, why don't we go over to my place, it's just a couple of blocks away, I've got a nice bottle of wine, we can relax and get to know each other."

As they walked down the stairway to the street Doris noticed a familiar sharp pain in her lower back. For years she suffered from lower back pain and she never knew when or where it was going to strike. It was too bad right then, but it sometimes could get a lot worse.

It wasn't too long before they reached Susan's place. The building was an older one, probably from the 1920's. The walls were thick and the ceiling was high. Inside, the walls were covered with feminist posters, on the bookcase were things like "Our Bodies Ourselves" the "Hite Report", "Sappho-the Art of Loving', and "Living Without Men, A Feminist Manifesto."

The place looked pretty clean, thought Doris as she sat on the living room couch. Susan went to the kitchen to get an opener for the bottle of Beaujolais.

When Susan returned they opened the bottle, drank and talked for a long time. Talked about work, talked about women's second-rate position in America and also talked about men.

Susan, although not quite coming right out and saying it, seemed to disapprove of Doris' marriage, indeed disapproved of the institution of marriage as a whole. As far as she was concerned, if she never saw a man again as long as she lived, that would be too soon.

As they talked on the bottle of wine grew smaller and smaller. Doris was drinking freely because she thought it might relax her back pain. It didn't and when a stab of pain shot through her back and she grimaced, Susan asked her what the matter was.

"Oh, it's just my back. Sometimes I get these pains."

Susan smiled that same little smile again. "Well, Doris, I think that tonight you just might be in luck. I happen to be a trained masseuse and I think I can do your back a lot of good."

Doris wasn't sure.. . . She was a take charge kind of woman, one that's usually in control and she'd never really put herself in a submissive position before and in her mind lying face down getting a backrub was pretty submissive. And specially getting a backrub from a woman. Doris wasn't sure, but she had a few suspicions after looking around the apartment about Susan's sexual preferences. If she was going to live a life without men then how was she going to have sex? She either wasn't going to have it, or she was going to do it with women. . . . Doris didn't really want to think about it. Besides, her back really hurt and after all that wine she drank she was game for almost anything.

"Well," said Doris, if you really don't mind rubbing my back for me I'd really appreciate it. It really hurts."

"No problem," answered Susan, "come on in here."

Doris was suspicious. "Where are you going?" Tm going into the bedroom."

"Uh, why in there?"

Susan sought to put Doris at ease. "Oh, don't worry . . . the only way to get a really effective backrub is to lay perfectly flat on a hard, straight surface. Preferably one that's elevated so that it's easier for the masseuse to work. It just so happens that my bed is perfect, so I don't want to hear anything more out of you, just get in here and lie down."

Doris dutifully marched into the bedroom and lay face down on the big king size bed. Susan laughed a little and went to get something from on top of her dresser.

"I think the first thing we need to do is relax you a little bit." Susan struck a match and lit, what looked like to Doris, a very sloppily made cigarette. Susan took a drag and then handed it to Doris.

Doris shook her head. "Uh, no thanks, I don't smoke."

"This isn't a cigarette, you silly. This is pot and it'll help you relax, might even help those muscle spasms in your back."

Doris had always thought that marijuana was something that only hippies and perverts used. After all, she was 35 years old and pot just wasn't something her generation was into.

"Susan, I don't know . . . well, you see I've never smoked any of that stuff before. I don't think it's such a good idea. I heard that it can make you go crazy."

"That's bullshit pure and simple," responded Susan. "I've smoked the stuff for years and nothing's happened. All of my friends smoke it and I think that you should smoke it too. Just think of it as medicine for your sore back. A natural medicine."

Doris' back did hurt. And since she was a little drunk (more than a little) from the wine, she decided to go ahead and try it.

She took the joint from Susan and took a deep puff, immediately exhaling. Susan corrected her, "No, no, no. It won't do you any good if you blow it right out. You've got to hold it all the way in, way down deep in your lungs for as long as you can. Let that magic smoke do its work, you've got to give it time."

Doris followed Susan's instructions and soon found herself basking in an extremely pleasant, warm glow. It was not quite like anything Doris had ever felt before-very dreamy and very pleasant. And Doris felt very relaxed. She lay down again on the bed to get her back-rub.

"Doris," Susan admonished, "I can't very well give you a decent backrub through your blouse-you'll have to take it off."

Doris was surprised. "Are you sure?"

"I'm absolutely positive."

Doris felt so good that she wasn't about to argue. She slowly began unbuttoning the front of her blouse, revealing her voluptuous breasts, spilling over the top of her brassiere.

"Do I have to take off my bra too?" she asked.

"I'm afraid so," replied Susan.

Doris reached behind to unsnap her brassiere. Susan's eyes grew wide when she saw Doris' naked breasts for the first time. They were the largest, most perfectly formed breasts she'd ever seen. And for a mature woman of 35 they hardly sagged at all. A 20-year-old would be proud to have breasts as large and firm as Doris's. Susan's eyes were drawn immediately to Doris' nipples. They were huge and colored and inviting pink. Doris modestly covered herself with her arms and then lay stomach down on the bed.

Susan took a small bit of oil from the bedside stand and began to massage it into Doris' back, using long, firm strokes. Doris couldn't believe how pleasurable it felt. The pain in her back had totally disappeared and she found herself drifting totally further and further into a dream-like state of total pleasure. The combination of wine, pot, and Susan's skilled hands were working wonders. Doris had never felt so could in her entire life.

Susan was working the whole back, from top to bottom. She kneaded the firm thick muscles of the neck, worked her way down the long, thin muscle on both sides of the spine, and then kneaded the flesh of her buttocks that overflowed the top of her skirt. She could already tell that Doris, as much as she dressed to hide it, had one of the most incredibly voluptuous bodies she'd ever seen. As she worked the soft flesh between her fingers she could hear Doris softly moaning with pleasure.

Finally, Susan said, "okay, that part's done. Now roll over, please."

"Roll over?"

"Doris, it would create an imbalance in your muscular tension were I simply to ignore the muscle in your front after already having massaged the ones in your back."

Doris felt so good that she never wanted it to stop. Even if it meant having her breasts massaged by another woman, she could rationalize it away by thinking about the "muscular imbalance" of whatever it was that Susan said.

Doris rolled over on her back and looked up at Susan in the candle-light as she straddled her. She's not all that unattractive, she thought. With that short hair in this dim light she almost looks like a man.. . . .

Susan's eyes were alight with hunger as she slowly spread the massage oil on Doris shoulders, neck, stomach, and finally, saving the best for last, on her fabulous breasts. Susan placed a hand on each white orb and slowly rubbed them in large circles. She developed a steady rhythm and each time she completed a circle Doris would moan throatily. Susan could feel her rock hard nipples poking into the palm of her hands. Down in her own panties she could feel the moistness of her love juices soaking through the front as she grew more and more excited. She didn't know how much longer she could wait before making her move.

While keeping one hand on Doris's breast, she slowly slide the other down her stomach, where she rubbed in increasingly larger circles. Pretty soon she was skimming her hand over the top of Doris' skirt and right over her pussy. Doris either didn't notice, or didn't care. . . . Well, though Susan, it's now or never.

She placed her hand directly atop Doris' skirt-covered cunt and began to rub in quick, short circles. Doris gasped and tried to sit up, but she was too relaxed and stoned.

"Wha . . . what are you doing?" she asked in a quivering voice.

"Doris, I can't help myself, you're simply too beautiful to be wasting yourself with men."

"Wha . . . what do you mean?"

"I mean," said Susan firmly, "that it's time someone loved you the way a woman was meant to be loved."

The thought of what Susan was proposing disgusted her, bu she couldn't deny the pleasure that was flooding her groin, couldn't deny that these sensations were ones that she desperately hungered for and needed. She thought bitterly of her husband-why couldn't he love her this soft, slow, and gentle. But how could she do this-with another woman, this horrible depravity. She couldn't, there was no way. Sex between two women was a perversion. . . .

"Susan-please stop what you're doing."

Susan ignored her pleas and leaned over kissing her full on the mouth. Doris clamped her lips shut. She would not have lesbian sex with anyone!

Susan didn't seem to mind and began smothering

Doris' face, neck, and shoulders with sensual kisses. Doris gasped with involuntary pleasure as Susan wrapped her lips around a nipple and began to suck while her tongue encircled it with quick, short circles. Doris couldn't believe what was happening to her body-it had never responded like this under the hands of a man. God, O God, she thought. It feels soooo good. But, in desperation, the perversity of the whole lurid scene flooded her mind and she told her rebellious body to sit up. It wouldn't do it, instead it started humping its hips in wanton circles, pressing back against Susan's hand on her cunt.

This time when Susan bent to kiss Doris, the lips were not parted, but not responding either. Susan flicked her tongue into Doris' mouth, scouring the in-sides with wanton lust.

Doris turned her head, breaking away from the kiss. "Please, please, Susan. Don't do this to me. It's not right for two women to be. . . . "

Doris was interrupted by Susan's hot mouth pressing down firmly on hers. To Doris' dismay she found she had no control even over her own tongue. It shot up to meet Susan's and she found herself succumbing to pleasure, drowning in the wet kisses and incessant caresses.

Susan rolled Doris onto her stomach and quickly unzipped her skirt, pulling it off and throwing it to the floor. She grabbed her panties and with one smooth movement pulled them all the way off. Doris now lay completely naked, stripped of her last defense. Susan was not disappointed-her body was everything she had hoped for and more-she never quite seen one as perfect before. It reminded her of Marilyn Monroe's first nude calendar poster, where the 18-year-old blonde is stretched out sexily on a sheet of red velvet. Susan quickly removed her own clothing and then began showering Doris' back and buttocks with lewd, wet kisses. Doris hissed with crazed pleasure as Susan's tongue snaked down her spine and began to explore the top of her buttocks. Doris could hardly stand it, it felt so good. Susan, while still kissing the top of her crack, began rubbing Doris's ass with long strokes that reached all the way around to the bottom of her dripping cunt. Susan's fingers parting the hot labial lips and plunged into the depths of Doris' eager pussy. Doris had never felt such heat, such raging genital feeling. She gasped and grunted as Susan plunged her thumb up to the hilt in her inflamed pussy and with her forefinger began working her swollen clitoris.

Doris literally quivered with pleasure as Susan worked her love button. All thought seemed to be filtered through a misty curtain of forbidden and secret pleasure. A woman was fingering her hot pussy like it had never been touched before. She seemed to know just where to touch and just how hard to do it. She knew what it felt like, she knew how good it felt, how good, sooo goood, O, God!! ! Jesus!! ! , thought Doris, I can't stand this, I can't stand this. Wave after shuddering wave of lust and pleasure coursed through her trembling body. The musky smell of excited pussy hung over their heads like a stormy love-cloud.

"Oh, oh, oh, lick me baby, lick me, Susan, it feels so good, you're right, you're so right-men can't do it right, only women only women . . . lick me baby, O god!! Your finger feels so good in my pussy!! ! "

As lost in her passion as she was, Doris was still shocked when she felt Susan's tongue sneak even farther down the crack of her ass and begin to circle her puckered ring, her rosy red little anus. Doris's shock was very quickly replaced with pleasure. Her asshole puckered and throbbed with joy. It was the most intensely pleasurable experience of her life. Nothing had ever felt better. That is until Susan darted her tongue past the rosy ring deep into the brown orifice.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, JESUS!! ! ! ! ! OH, BABY!! ! OH SUSAN, YOU HOT BITCH!! ! that's it, eat my asshole, EAT MY SMELLY ASSHOLE!! ! ! "

Susan didn't need to be urged on. Her tongue circled and licked Doris's tight anus, flicking in and out, in and out, driving Doris into a rutting heat.

With a quick strong move, Susan flipped Doris over on her back, pushed her legs obscenely wide apart and began to slurp, lick, and eat her pussy. Doris' milk-white thighs were smeared and glistening from love juice and saliva. Susan drove her tongue again and again into her vagina, scouring her delicious cuntal walls.

Her little love-button strained at this small hood of skin, strained upwards to meet Susan's expert tongue. Susan softly took Doris' clitoris between her lips and bit down, darting at the top all the while with her tongue.

Doris thought she was going to die. At first she screamed with pain, tried to fight back by pushing Susan away. The initial shock of pain brought her temporarily to her senses and she realized she was having sex with a woman.

"Get off me!! Get off me!! ! " she screamed. "Please, oh please don't do this to me, don't do this to me. . . .it's wrong, it's wrong." she sobbed.

But Doris couldn't move. Susan had her firmly by the clitoris and wasn't about to let her go. She knew what she had to do and also knew that it was only a matter of time. . . .

Doris couldn't believe what was happening to her. One second she was coming home with a woman she'd met at a meeting to talk about the ERA and now she found herself splayed out naked on her back, legs lewdly spread, and with a woman's mouth clamped firmly around her pussy. She thought of her husband and what he would think should he find out-or worse yet were he ever to see her getting her pussy licked by another woman. The thought was just too humiliating.

Doris' mind, however, soon went to other matters. The pain of Doris' bite soon passed and was replaced by a warm swelling that seemed to come from the bottom of her ass, passing through her bowels, surfacing through the wet tissue of her cunt and rising out of her bursting clitoris. Susan was wrapping her wet tongue around and over the love-button warming it with her breath and drenching it in hot female saliva.

Doris started snapping her hips against Susan's mouth, rubbing her sweet, musky pussy in her face.

"Oh, Susan, Susan, Susan, you beautiful woman. Oh I can't believe what you're doing to me, I can't believe you're licking my pussy. I CANT BELIEVE YOU'RE BATING MY CUNT!! ! Yeah, baby, oh. baby, that's it, you got it, right there . . . oh yeah, oh suck on that, yeah just a little more, suck on that, suck, suck, suck, suck SUCK-OH!! ! ! OH!! ! ! JESUS, I'M COMING!! ! MOTHER, I'M GOING TO COME IN YOUR HOT MOUTH, Oil!! ! ! NOW, NOW, NOW!! ! ! ! OH, SWEET SWEET BABY!"

Doris rose to an earthshaking orgasm-the first she'd ever had in her life with another person. No man had ever made her cum before, had even come close. She'd always just thought that the only way she could cum was by using her fingers-and that embarrassed her so much that she only did it when she was really desperate.

Doris lay back, moaning on the bed, occasionally shuddering as another wave of pleasure would pass through her body. Susan was sitting up against the pillows, lighting a cigarette with a triumphant smile on her face.

Doris felt her pussy opening and shutting with little spasms, felt all the blood that had rushed to her skin, making it tingle, felt her nipples, still erect and for the first time in her life glowing with satisfaction instead of aching with frustration.

Doris knew that what she'd done was wrong. Knew that she shouldn't have done it, shouldn't have gone home with Susan in the first place. The thought of women having sex together was just something that had never occurred to her before-was something that she thought that people only did in sleazy movies and dirty books. Before, she didn't really believe that women did such vile nasty things with each other.

But now she knew they did. And also knew that it wasn't so vile and nasty. For the first time in her life it felt good to enjoy sex with someone-men had always left her feeling dirty and used and unsatisfied. Now she glowed with pleasure.

Doris vowed to herself then and there that no man would stick his ugly penis into her vagina again, no man's hairy hand would ever again paw at her soft breast, and that no man's reeking, tobacco-alcohol breath would ever get within a foot of her mouth again.

And if her husband didn't like it? Tough shit. He could jerk off, for all she cared. She'd been unsatisfied for years and now it was going to be his turn. And let the weasel try and get a divorce, she thought. She'd take him for everything he had and then some.

She turned and looked at Susan as she sat leaning there smoking her cigarette. For all her masculine traits, her short hair and thick arms, her hairy loderpits, right now, to Doris she looked beautiful.

Doris found herself staring at Susan's naked breasts and then, for the first time in her life, let her eyes drop and stare at another woman's pubic vee. It's so much bushier than my own, she thought. She could smell it from where she was lying and the hot, humid, pussy-reek smelled like a candy factory to a child.

"Susan," she asked, "can I eat your pussy?"