Chapter 6
"Men like me," Terry began. "They like the way I look, half-boy, half-girl, it lets them switch back and forth, if you know what I mean. And I play up to that. When I need a favor I dress in a clinging little T-shirt and jeans that are tight across my ass and then flare out at the bottom so I can wear cowboy boots. Men are so transparent. I know they like to dig their hands into ample buttocks and breasts, but the other side of them, the side they hide from themselves, makes them lust for a little tight ass with as much passion." She smiled to herself and took a sip of her iced coffee. "Luckily for me, women feel much the same way except it's reversed. They concentrate on the boyish aspect and surrender to the woman in me. I really have the best of both worlds. But I know you don't want to hear my smug notions, you want to know what business ideas I have in mind."
Another pause. She let her eyes run over us calculatingly, then she shook her head and said: "We'd make a great team, we really would. Listen, I'm a freelance artist, I go around to agencies, show my stuff and get assignments by hook or by crook, and when I work I make a lot of money. But when I don't I have to rely on my ass to get me through. Now I don't particularly like doing art work for advertisers but I do like to live well. So I got to thinking: why not cut out the intermediary? I could just sell my body now and then and live easy, work on my kind of art, and save myself a whole lot of trouble. But now that you two have entered the picture, I feel we could do a lot better than that. We could offer a fantasy night, five hundred for everything a man could possibly want. And if we do that twice a week, say on weekends, we could get by sybaritically. What do you think?"
"It's a wonderful idea. But that means we'd have to move in with you, wouldn't it?"
"Well, yes, that would be the simplest way."
"Gosh," I said, "I can't even begin to think about that. So I'll just say yes and be done with it." Actually it made a lot of sense to me on a logical level; it was the moral side of the proposition that made my mind boggle. Were people allowed to make money so easily and pleasurably? It didn't seem right. Why did bus loads of girls come into the city every day to dump them at their office doorsteps for a long day's typing, when the girls could put out for profit? No, there had to be a catch, crime and sin don't pay.
But I liked the apartment, I liked Amy and Terry, and it gave me a sense of comfort to think we three would go down the tube together.
"Great, it's all settled then." Of course there were details to be worked out and we did our best to cope with them over lunch. With our contacts at Porter Assurance we could get the message onto the grapevine, so that was no trouble. But how could we pretend to be still employed as secretaries when our parents were bound to call us at work some time? Terry thought up a solution. We would get an extra phone installed in the apartment and use that number as the one at which to contact us at our "new job." One by one the details were taken care of and when we left Terry that afternoon it really felt as though we had a new job, or rather, as if we were embarking on a new career.
After we were moved in I decided to level with Terry. "I'm a virgin, Terry, I've never had anything inside me but fingers and it's driving me nuts! I keep coming close to getting laid but it never happens. Is this my life? Will no one deflower me?"
"A virgin?" Terry laughed and shook her head. "I never suspected you were one of an endangered species. But I shouldn't laugh, it's obviously a very serious matter to you. Strange, though, isn't it, that virgins were so hotly pursued ten, twenty years ago and now men don't even want to know about them. I guess it's too much trouble or too much responsibility for most of them. Don't worry, honey, I've got something to help you out, at least for the moment.
Let's get rid of this stuff first and then well retire to the bedroom for the piercing of the hymen."
"How could you do that?" I wanted to know but she wouldn't tell. She led me into the bedroom and made me take off my robe. I could tell she was surprised that I was naked under it, what with my father being around and all, but she didn't question me. Instead she ordered me to lie down on the bed and to spread my legs as wide as I could.
"You're really a beautiful girl," she said from her vantage point at the foot of the bed. "So lush and honey-brown and voluptuous that I get a hard-on even without a cock! Now just stay like that, let me admire you. Beautiful, a child woman, boy, are we going to have a thriving business in this apartment soon!" She undressed as she talked, taking off her boyish clothes to reveal her boyish body, and when I half closed my eyes it was easy to pretend that that pubic bush really concealed a cock that would flick up like a switchblade at the slightest provocation. I shivered when she got onto the bed and made herself comfortable between my legs, and the first impulse was to close my legs in self-defense. But I kept them open and was richly rewarded for my obedience. Her tongue was so nimble and slippery that she set every part of my pussy on fire in an instant, but then I had been well primed earlier. In and out and all around, the tip of her tongue slid at a fast clip, diving deep, circling, lolling over my chtoris, and in no time at all my hips were jerking about and my hands clutched at the bedspread for moral support.
"Yes, you're going to love this," said Terry softly.
"Now turn around and get on all fours, close your eyes, and wait until I tell you to open them." I felt very vulnerable in that position. My pussy quaked and drooled, my tits were tensely electric, and keeping my eyes closed was very hard to do under the circumstances. I heard Terry rummage through a drawer near the bed and then there was a long silence broken by faint sounds that made no sense to me. The cap came off a bottle of something, went back on, and then I felt the weight of her body depress the bed behind me. "Now then, keep your eyes closed," she said in her husky, boyish voice. Her fingers caressed the swollen lips of my cunt and pried in between them to tug at my cunt hole and loosen it up a little. I was contracting nervously, not knowing what to expect. Would she hurt me? "Here it comes."
Something hard touched the rim of my cunt hole. I didn't know what was happening. That wasn't a finger and it couldn't be a cock! Both her hands rested on my ass, parting my cheeks to keep my cunt wide open. Was someone else in the room? I didn't dare look. Besides more of that thing was working its way into my cunt, hard, rock-hard, but slippery smooth. I started to piece together fragments of memory, marital aid advertisements and phallic industries, yes, that was it, but oh! how nice it felt!
"How do you like it baby?" asked Terry breathlessly. "Does it feel good and hard inside you? Do you want more of it?"
"Oooohhhhh yesssss!" I groaned. The big rod was forcing my cuntal muscles to stretch further than ever and the pressure transferred itself to my clitoris, making it hum and buzz with passion. "More, mooooore!" But as I said it I felt a sudden resistance inside me. So did Terry. She said something about me having to hang in there and then, with a thrust of her hips she drove that dildo into my body and pierced my hymen. The pain was tremendous. A blast of it ricocheted through my body and exploded in my head, and I did my best to crawl away from that tool so that I would never have to experience such pain again. But Terry held me down and went right on fucking me with long, steady strokes, ignoring my protests and driving me from the depths of pain back to the shores of ecstasy.
"There now, there now," she said soothingly, "isn't that better? It doesn't hurt any more does it? Softly, slowly, let me make love to you. You're not a virgin anymore, all that is behind you. You're a woman now and ready for fucking. How does it feel?. Is it getting to you?"
I nodded but my feelings were so confused at that point that pain and pleasure were lost on me. All I could think of was the loss of my virginity, a sense of regret and a sense of elation cancelled each other out, and it wasn't until Terry's steady pumping drove me further up the scale that I managed to put all that behind me. The dildo felt just as I had imagined a cock would feel, hard and unyielding, driving in and out of my cunt with a steady beat and drawing my cunt flesh into the hole so that my clitoris got a drubbing at the same time. Terry's fingers dug into the flesh of my ass, holding me in place, zeroing in, and her thumbs rested close to my ass-hole for extra stimulation. I closed my eyes and pretended it was a male behind me, any male, handsome, distinguished looking, not un-like my father-or Mr. Porter! The hasty jump came too late, every part of my body contracted tautly and an orgasm rippled through me like an earthquake to leave me empty and shaken.
"Yeah baby, let it go, let it go," Terry muttered in between panting. "Let that big cock push you into paradise, it's easy, just give in to it and it'll do the rest!" For the moment I could only hunch on all fours and breathe in but already my body was being recharged, as though the pumping dildo worked the generator of my passions by mechanical energy. In and out, driving, pushing insistently, knocking at the door to my womb, sliding in easily now that my pussy was so incredibly wet and slurping when pockets of air built up in the channel. Terry was tireless. Now and then L heard her exclaim shrilly, probably because the dildo rubbed her clitoris up the right way. For most of the time, though, she was in complete control of me, working the hard dildo in and out from all angles and sticking with whichever angle I liked best at the moment. I was coming again and again, such luxurious broadsides of ecstasy, so total and absorbing that for minutes on end I was millions of miles away, floating in another cosmos.
"And now the other virginal orifice," I heard her say, but it didn't make sense. Besides, I didn't race to think. All I wanted was for that dildo to keep on fucking me forever! But she pulled it out and I looked back over my shoulder in alarm. Was the party over already? No, the intent look on her face told me she had something else in mind. But what!? The dildo's tip touched my ass-hole and suddenly I knew.
"Oh no, not there, that's far too sensitive," I protested. "Please Terry, keep in my box, it feels so good there! Terry, TERRY!! NO, NO, OH IT HURTS, IT HURTS, TAKE IT OUT, oooooowwwwww, ooohhh noooo, it's CHOKING ME, AAAAAAAAYYYYYYEEEEE...hey, that's nice! OH YES, OH YES, DEEPER, DEEPER, WOOOOOWWW!! " Strange sensations sprang up in my ass and spread all over. The pain seemed to merge with new, dark passions, leavening them to make them all the spicier, and within a minute I couldn't get enough of that big, stretching dildo. Terry's hands were holding on to the tops of my thighs, pulling me backward as her loins drove the dildo forward, and the bumping, jolting thrusts made me dizzy with lust.
"That's it, baby, take it all in, it's good for you!" panted my lover, driving the plastic cock in so hard that the air blurted out in a long fart. "I'm fucking you and you're loving it, say it, say it!"
"You're fucking me and I love it!" I yelled the words in ill-modulated tones. I had no control over anything. With my torso's weight supported by my head, my arms were free to reach down below and toy with my pussy so it wouldn't feel left out. And that thumping, bumping, extra large dildo kept stoking me up and raising the pitch to the heights of fever, driving me into weird, confused areas of ecstasy in which I rolled drunkenly and happily. "FUCK HARDER, HARDER, DEEPER, I LOVE IT SO MUCH!! FUCK ME TERRY, I'M ALL YOURS!! "
That's right, all mine." She grunted with each stroke, and her finger nails dug into my flesh painfully. "Now we're going back to square one." The dildo slipped out of my ass-and into my pussy, treated it to a battery of thrusts and went back up to the ass-hole, back and forth, fucking me on two fronts until I was screaming and crying and having a wonderful time under her. "Wow, I?m bushed. Do it yourself for a while, Gena."
"But how can I?" She unstrapped the dildo and handed it to me by way of an answer. "I just put it in?" My question sounded dumb even to me but I couldn't just shove it up my cunt like an old salt, I had to stall and seek affirmation, that was my way. Terry knew that, too, so she ignored my questions. She sat up against the pillows and lit a cigarette. "like this?" I touched the point of the dildo to my cunt and let it slip in between the swollen lips very gingerly. Terry just gave me a look and let me find my own way.
The cock found its way into that soggy, distended channel and swam upward until it was lodged securely in my cunt. I still felt a little self-conscious but Terry wasn't really looking so I tried to make it go in and out. The phallus moved so easily that I soon had the hang of it. My legs were drawn up and parted wide, both my hands had a grip on the base of the dildo, and pillows propped under my head allowed me to check the action down there. It looked so dirty, so perverse, that I wondered if normal people did this sort of thing. At the same time I loved the self-sufficiency of the practice. With a dildo in my hand I didn't need anyone, not men, not women, just a strong arm and a soft bed to lie on. In and out, mesmerizing me now and stirring up my pussy mildly. When Terry did it I got off quicker but since I had all the time in the world that wasn't a big consideration.
"How do you like it so far?" asked Terry.
"It's a little strange," I said dubiously. "This isn't bad for you or anything, is it?"
"No. But if you have to ask that, it means you're enjoying it a great deal. That's good. The dildo is a girl's best friend, believe me. I couldn't live without my collection. They don't talk, they don't stand you up, and they never get a headache."
"That makes sense." I was too tired to fuck myself for much longer so I asked to see her collection. Terry pulled the drawer of her bedside table open and revealed a bunch of fake cocks that took my breath away. There were plastic ones and rubber ones of all sizes, there were jars of cream and battery-operated vibrators, silver balls, ticklers, even plastic fruit! "Wow, do you need all of them?" I asked.
"No, you can keep the one you've got," she said. "The rest have their own peculiar attraction for me. See that fake banana? I play with that when I have my housewife fantasy. I dream I'm in suburbia cleaning the dining room, bored out of my skull, and then I spot the banana on the fruit bowl. That big black cock speaks for itself, the little long one there is for my ass, and that life-like brown dick is my pacifier. The harness here is for when you want to strap any of these on. Everything's there and you're welcome to use any item; just make sure you put them back."
That's very kind of you." I felt as though she had shown me a new game and I could hardly wait to play it by myself. "I can keep this one, then, can I?" When she nodded I excused myself and went over to my room to lay on the bare mattress and to ply my pussy with it for as long as I felt like it It was fun, a lot of fun, and I found it very difficult to stop. Only when my arms threatened to fall off did I put the dildo away and after a brief rest I began to fix up my room.
Tomorrow well re-enter real life," said Terry later. "We're going to do a little advertising, establish a few connections and who knows, maybe we'll earn ourselves a little bread. Do you think you're ready for that?"
"I have no idea," I said truthfully.
"Well, we'll find out soon enough. The first time won't be so hard for you because Amy and I will take care of the rougher side of the business. But slowly you're going to have to work into the business."
"I'm sure I'll manage." Actually I could hardly wait. If a dildo felt that good, what was a real cock going to be like?