Chapter 5
Twanger in twat was what Jessica had not. To have and to hold was what she told herself. But still, in her private sexual domain, it was Jessica who had herself and held her own clit. "Shit!"
The telephone rang. Abrupt end to dreams. Interruption of cream.
Jessica awoke jerking off. Mouthing obscenities, she crawled toward the jangling telephone.
Sure, she could let the answering machine do its job.
But the fragile spell was broken. "Good morning, doll."
"Oh, Ginger May. What time is it? I'm sorry-I must sound awfully irritated. But it's not you. I'm a little confused."
"It's okay. It's five o'clock."
"So early?"
"Scuse me, dudesse. Like, five pee em, sis. You know, after the afternoon?"
"Guess I slept through a day of work. Was anyone jizzed off about it? I mean, I didn't even call in sick or anything."
"It's, like, no reflection on you, doll. But nobody noticed too much. All sorts of freezes and squeezes going on. Phones went out. Computers down. Everybody bonkers."
"I still can't believe it. I have the clock set so the alarm is automatic every day. Must have slept right through."
"Had a fresh night-this last one, no?"
"Uh-no. I mean-Cheeses H. Christmas. Why can't I remember? That's frightening. I hope I don't flip out. Now I'm afraid."
"Say hey," Ginger May cackled. "Hang on. Me and Sylvania will be over like a chill."
"That's awfully kind. But don't feel that you have to. I'll-I'll be okay." Jessica thought. Hoped.
"Jessica, doll. Sylvania has some of your stuff you left behind at her flat when you made like splitsville. We'll drop it by. Wanna dine with us two hussies tonight?"
"All right."
"Keep a stiff upper clit. And watch the outer and inner lips. Catcha!" The phone clicked off. Jessica wiped her brow. Her hair was wet as a mop. Last night. What had happened? Jessica jerked her clit and remembered.
It had been the two Jessicas united as one. The stalker, night-walker, her fuckstress self-and the mundane Jessica, the one who only fucked herself, come together in the night.
In her heavy kimono, with nothing on underneath save her puss in boots, Jessica had pursued her will-o'-the-wisp wanger Thomas Valentine through the narrow streets of the village-like neighborhood embedded deep in the dark heart of New York. Jessica sighted him entering a small, cozy-looking bar. She peeped in. Shot her eyes away. Sucked in her stomach.
Drilled her orbs again through the dark-tinted glass. Scanned the joint to make certain.
Turned away immediately.
Now she was sure, but she couldn't say why. Often, all the patrons of a given bar at a given hour would be male.
But this hangout seemed somehow distinct. She said it to herself.
The place was gay.
Shaken, Jessica turned and ambled into the drinking spot across the street.
She sat at the bar.
Blew bubbles in her drink as she looked out the window. Watched the doorway to the lively bar across the street.
For Thomas Valentine's exit.
A tiny big-boobed chick popped up to the bar. Sat next to Jessica. She waved a crystalline martini glass in front of her face and slurped down a tiny dollop of joyjuice.
Shoved her hips into Jessica's.
The girl curled her tongue into her drink.
Rolled the olive of her martini out toward Jessica on the tip of her tongue.
Withdrew the olive into her maw. Blew it back into the drink. "Hiya, sweet-tart."
Jessica kept her peepers peeled toward the bar across the street and replied sullenly. "Hello."
"Aw, don't be so lonely, baby dolly. Got a butt you can share?"
"Haven't we all."
"Tee hee hee. I mean a fag-a smokestick. A ciggy-ciggy to suck on."
"Menthol okay?"
"Any time. Menthol gives me a buzz."
"Here."
"Thanks."
"Light?"
"If you can spare one."
"Sure."
The tiny big-titted one bent into the flame of Jessica's lighter. "I'm Consuela."
"Jessie here."
"Glad to know ya."
"I'm sure."
"Maybe we could get to know each other a little better. I'd like that. How about you, honeypie? You like to dance?"
Jessica reaffirmed her gaze on the place across the street. How long had it been since Thomas Valentine had entered?
Had she missed him when he had left? Lost him. Lost his tail.
Consuela was whispering on. "We could make a team. You and me. Or I gots lots of friends if you want. Do the tango. Have a ball."
"Sorry. What?"
Jessica placed a palm on the bar counter. Tapped her fingers. Took it back. Safe in her lap.
Where Consuela then clutched it. "Wanna love me, baby doll?" she said to Jessica. "I could love you."
"Pardon me?"
"You know. You makes the love to me. And I loves you right back."
"You want me to fuck you?"
"If you want to, I wants you to." Jessica felt her quim turn to glue. "I'm afraid-"
"Or I fucks you. Anything you wants. Like I says, I gots friends."
"So do I. I'm meeting-"
"Great. Fifty a crack for both of you."
"I'll buy you a drink."
"No thanks, sweet-tart. I gots me a drinkie already, but I might use another olive. I's better be bouncing on. Like, some of us has to work for a living. So long, baby dolly. Maybe next time?"
Just then, Jessica spied Thomas Valentine coming out of the bar across the street. He carried a thick brown envelope, larger than legal size, which Jessica had not noticed before.
Jessica made ready to follow him up.
But he walked straight across the street and into the bar where Jessica sucked on a sherry. Jessica looked about cocked her ears.
Thomas Valentine was the only man here.
The muscular female bartender nodded her head toward him.
He walked without looking at Jessica into a back room.
After Jessica had started her second drink, and fended off her third lesbo strumpet, she saw Valentine emerge. She tried to get a good look at him, but did not want him to get a good look at her face.
She braced herself.
Turned her head about.
Saw him staring at her face.
He held her glance for a moment.
Jessica parted her lips.
Snapped them shut. She had feared that she had been about to speak.
His vision shifted slightly. Maybe he had not really seen her. Had not actually given her a look. Not recognized her at all.
She followed his haunch with her eyes. So far as she could see, he was not returning home. What was he, a shakedown artist? Or a freelance accountant who specialized in doctoring the books for the fag parlors and lesbo hangouts?
Jessica decided that she had enough of her doppel-fokker night-stalking act for one night. She sipped her sherry, watched a demimondaine female folk singer take off her clothes on a small stage as she played a harp.
The other women swooned.
Jessica thought she was not bad.
In the bod.
But hoped she could suck better than she sang. For an instant, Jessica combed the room, homing her eyeballs in on likely pickups.
It was a mind game of hers, of course. Was it the sherry?
When she returned home, Jessica turned her blinds closed. She made up her mind that she would no longer observe her fictional lover across the way. Thomas Valentine was gone from her life.
She had nearly flipped out over the edge.
All through warped fantasy.
It was time to see some action.
In the flesh.
Jessica then opened up a bottle of wine. Fucked herself with the neck and drank the dreck down her throat. Opened up another bottle.
Tottered off to visionary Stardust.
And then-was that the phone ringing?
"Shit!"
"Good morning, doll."
"Oh, Ginger May!"
Make my day.
Read my lips.
Let's us girls finally kiss.
"Like, Jessica. This apartment of yours is so totally awesome-I can't believe."
"Thanks, Ginger May."
"Omigawd," Sylvania said as she and Ginger May swaggered in. "Your place is for real. A beaut. Small-but oh so sweet."
"With all these plants in here," Ginger May giggled, "it reminds me of, like, the Garden of Eden. Or was it Babylon? I was, like, Eve, you know-in a previous life."
"Really?" Jessica joshed.
"What word do you go by?" Sylvania teethed with a sly grin.
Ginger May stuck her tits out, proud and dart-tipped. "I saw it in a crystal."
"Crystals of some designer drug, no doubt," Jessica mewed.
"Well, like-the crystal was a little fractured," Ginger May allowed, "but everyone I saw in there was nude."
Sylvania and Ginger May combed the place with their eyes.
"You gonna open them blinds?" Ginger May tittered. "Let us see all the people who watch you fuck. Or who you watch fuck."
"Ha ha ha," Jessica said. "Drinks?"
"We brought you some," Sylvania said.
"And a few numbers of locoweed," Ginger May snickered. "You liked it the other day-right, doll? have a drag."
Jessica choked down smoke.
Went for her cigarettes and lit a tobacco stick. Took a glass from Sylvania's hands.
"You women of leisure," Sylvania snorted. "What did you do all day. Jerk yourself off to soap operas and rock videos?"
"Slept."
"With yourself?" Ginger May slid it in like a spoken stiletto.
"What happened to you pussycats at the office today?" Jessica jeered. "Sounds like a lot of rough stuff went down."
"Nothing," Sylvania said. "Both Alexander and Roger were drunk all afternoon."
"Both of them made-uh-like, you say advances on this here dudesse."
"Don't be so smug, Ginger May," Sylvania smarted off. "I fucked both of them yesterday. Right in their offices. Roger from the rear over his chair. Alexander from the front on his rug."
"Fucking lying bitch!" Ginger May snotted. "Break it up," Jessica joked. She gave Sylvania a poke. Her tits bounced.
"Say, Jessica. I liked that. Do it again. Right on the nipple gives me a whirl."
Jessica lanced her finger into Sylvania's breast. Without looking at the bounce of titflesh, Jessica got up and went directly to her window.
Slanted open the blinds.
It was still light enough.
Didn't need the lights on to see in.
Jessica turned and faced Sylvania and Ginger May. She raised her glass.
Led the toast.
"To us."
Their glasses clinked.
Arms went about shoulders and waists. They all played kissy-face.
"Oh, Jessica," Sylvania said. "Before I forget. Here's the stuff you left at-uh-my pad."
She hoisted a large paper bag toward Jessica. It was lightweight. Something long and limber rattled within. Jessica went white.
Felt her clit ignite.
"Thanks," she said.
Without bothering to look inside.
"Don'tcha wanna see what it is?" Ginger May said. "Oh-like, you already know."
"Shut up," it sounded as if Sylvania whispered into Ginger May's ear.
"What's that?" Jessica said.
"Hey, Jessica," Ginger May said. "You know Sylvania and I must have looked it over. We know what it is. What we don't know is what it can do. Me and Sylvania wondered if you could, like, do a little bodacious show-and-tell."
"Just among us girls," Sylvania said.
"Maybe so," said Jessica.
She unwrapped the thin flexible cane. Wet the bearfur tip in her yip.
Drew it across Ginger May's lips. Swathed Sylvania's mouthcheeks with saliva.
"Oooooh," Sylvania said. "Feels alive."
Jessica grinned gently.
"Feels better than that," Jessica said.
"I'll bet," Ginger May said.
She stabbed out a reefer in an ashtray. As she bent, her miniskirt rode up past the crack in her ass. Jessica watched.
"Yes, Ginger May, it does lots of fine things," Jessica said. "Want to go first?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Okay. Sylvania, get up her skirt."
What was she saying? Which Jessica had suggested that? But there was only one Jessica now. And the responsibility for her acts was hers.
"You want me up her skirt?" Sylvania asked. "You mean, lift it up?"
"Yes," Jessica replied confidently. "And roll her tights and panties down."
"I'm not wearing panties. I like the seams in the stretch material to mat in my snatch. It's like fucking off all day."
Jessica glanced back over her shoulder.
The structure across the street, several windows aglow in the early twilight.
Jessica sensed the appearance, the apparition that was her Valentine.
Shadowy movement in the first dark velvet of evening falling like a cape over the sky.
She got a take on Thomas Valentine's reflection in one of the large mirrors she had scattered about her studio. Yes, he was there.
Standing in the window.
Shirt open.
Hair swirling about his nipples.
Jeans halfway zipped.
So, he was watching now.
Jessica would give him a show.
"Better take it off me," Ginger May said as Sylvania handled her miniskirt.
Sylvania unsnapped the waist, and Ginger May's tiny skirt fell away to the floor, looking no larger than a swatch of tissue paper. Ginger May's jersey rode up past her bellybutton.
Revealing her ribcage and the bottom slices of her tumbling boobs.
Jessica saw Sylvania lick her chops. "Eeeeeh!"
Ginger May squealed as Sylvania took hold of the waist of the tights.
Sylvania held the tight leggings stretched out from Ginger May's ass. Ginger May wiggled her nude pubis into the open.
"Now what?" Sylvania said.
"We'll cream her," Jessica said coolly.
She couldn't believe what she was doing. Even yesterday, she wouldn't have had the courage, the guts. Or she didn't know she did.
"What do you want me to do?" Sylvania said.
"Hold her legs."
"Why? You aren't going to torture the poor girl, are you?" Jessica did not answer.
She drew the twanger back. Flailed the fur tip at Ginger May's navel. Worked it in. Ginger May winced.
Jessica dragged the dipstick down lower. Toward Ginger May's twat.
She nicked Ginger May's clit. "It tickles," Ginger May syruped. She contorted her face. Giggled.
Spasmed her legs together.
"Keep her legs apart, Sylvania."
"Righto."
Sylvania stretched Ginger May's tights down past her knees. The material hung from Ginger May's ankles as her legs splayed wide.
Her pussy opened like an astonished maw.
Jessica dipped the fur knob into Ginger May's free-running quim.
Plunked Ginger May with the twanger.
She dragged the labia farther apart.
Shook the puss like jelly.
Jammed the twanger in.
"Oooooh!"
Ginger May writhed her thin thighs. Sucking up the furball deeper.
Her clitoris buzzed in the midst of her forest. She flailed her clit maniacally.
Jessica played Ginger May like a marionette. Twanging her twat.
Watching Ginger May's limbs curl up and release like a crab.
With her fingers jarring her clit, Ginger May got off easy.
She snapped her head back.
Humped herself on the limber twanger.
Eased into the waterfall of orgasm.
Sylvania turned toward Jessica.
She pointed to her own belly and spoke.
"Now strip this chick."
"Ginger May," Jessica said. "You go to it on Sylvania. I'll handle the magic twanger."
Jessica witnessed Ginger May crawl, ass high, cunt adrip, toward Sylvania.
She removed Sylvania's blazer from behind her. Opened her blouse while kissing her cheek and neck. Reached in.
Sylvania swooned as Ginger May grasped her boobs. The two girls fell to the floor.
Sylvania's skirt had vanished.
She lay on her back before the kneeling Ginger May clad in lacy bra, garter belt and stockings, high-heeled pumps.
And there in the center was her purring pussy.
Hairless.
Calling out in helpless silence. Her lips thickened and reddened. Jessica came closer to the cunt-Bent to have herself an inside view. The lips parted. Jessica sniffed snatch up into her nostrils.
"How do you like the shade?" Sylvania said. Jessica jerked her head around. She had forgotten about Tom the Peeper Valentine. She saw him sitting by his window. Pants off.
Stripped to hard masculine nakedness. But deep at work within a pile of papers and books.
"The shades are okay as they are," Jessica said.
Ginger May broke into laughter. "No, doll. Sylvania means the shade of her lipstick."
Jessica examined Sylvania's face.
"Love the color," Jessica said.
"No, silly girl," Sylvania said. "I should be specific. Lipstick. Not for the mouth. For the other lips."
"Cuntlipstick," Ginger May giggled.
Jessica twanged the furball between Sylvania's depilated labia.
"I love the color of your pussylips," Jessica said. "How did you do it, Sylvania?"
The lacy doily of Sylvania's garter belt framed the glistening, whispering quim.
"You can't use mouthlipstick. But I mix rouge with some wax depilatory. Might not work for you-if you have a lot of hair on your twat."
"I just trimmed it," Jessica said.
"Let's have a look," said Ginger May.
Jessica opened her kimono-the same one she had fallen asleep in the previous night. Her tits gleamed, her snatch smutched.
Her pusslips jumped to Ginger May's touch.
"What do you think, Sylvania?" Ginger May said. "Not too much hair there."
"I'll try it," Sylvania said.
She rose on her haunch, took hold of the twanger. Kept it in herself as she milled about in her pocket-book. Sylvania took out a makeup compact, Flipped open the mirrored case.
Jessica's eyes cruised to Thomas Valentine's window. He was still seated, but his head was turned. Eyes at Jessica's slanted shades.
Looking in at the maidens.
Jessica's skin crawled.
Sylvania applied the coloring stickum to Jessica's labia with the tips of her fingers. Rubbing smoothly.
"Looks dandy," Sylvania smacked.
"Chillout time," Ginger May said. "Can you do the other side, Sylvania?"
"Lift your legs, Jessica," Sylvania said. "There, now I see your rosebud."
Sylvania's fingers were at Jessica's asshole. The wrinkle opened like a blossoming flower as Sylvania ran her rouged fingers around the rim. The blowhole eased open.
Sucked in a thumb.
"Oooooh!"
"Easy on her, Sylvania." Jessica began to thrust.
With her thumb in Jessica's bum, Sylvania flagged the frilly quim with her opened palm. KNeaded the cuntlips.
Pussjuice spilled out.
Smeared her thighs.
Ginget May began to rise. Then swooped down onto Ginger May's belly.
She straddled Jessica with her fanny glued to her navel. Her asshole kissed Jessica's bellybutton as she humped.
Ginger May ran her hands down the side of Jessica's body. Rolled her palms over the curved thighs and up again to the armpits.
"Ah."
Ginger May then fondled Jessica's tits. Turned them in her fists. Gave them both a twist. "Eeeee-eh-ek."
Ginger May ran her mouth over Jessica's face. Tongued down her neck. Dropped her jaw and filled her mouth with nipple.
"Unh."
Ginger May teeth gnashed into Jessica's cunny. Chewing meat and drinking honey.
Jessica floated her gaze across the way. Peeping Thomas was facing her way. Legs spread open.
Cock sticking out from his bag of ballocks. Long dick sticking up past his navel.
It looked as if he could blow himself if he had a hankering to-his cockstick was so long. Slung between his palms as he jacked down.
Then jerked back up to the head.
Ginger May hiked herself up Jessica's body as Sylvania chewed out Jessica's crotch.
Sylvania inched another finger inside Jessica's rim. Corkscrewed it up.
"Eaugh!"
Ginger May spread her thighs over Jessica's face. She dripped her pussjuice from her lips onto Jessica's outstretched tongue.
Jessica stared at the wide-open womanflesh and saw herself. The elaborate labyrinthine labia-the maze of her mind.
And what was the power of myth?
What was at the center of every maid's labyrinth? Her Pandora's box?
Or was it the Minotaur that was the surprise. Jessica saw the Minotaur-a creature half man, half bull, with double-horned head and pullulating penis. Jessica had always thought it would be better the other way around: Man's face, ox-sized dong. But in the language of myth, perhaps that is what it had always meant. And the centaurs-men's visages and hung with stallions' dongs. Symbols of fantasies of women and men alike.
Like Thomas Valentine.
Jessica saw him clearly now. Standing up at his opened window. Naked belly pushed out. Cock stranded in his hands.
Hips weaving.
Ballocks quaking.
Jessica felt the girl at her cunny and bum. Saw the snatch smacking before her face. She closed her eyes. Opened her mind.
Jessica's tongue darted forth like an attacking ser-pent. It slashed into Ginger May's briny ferment. Tongue tormented the seaweed-flavored foliage as Ginger May rocked back and forth.
Fucking her face.
As Sylvania jawed her jimjam.
Jessica saw the dark pecker of Thomas Valentine stuck out of his window. He hacked away at his wanger with a grimace carved into his jaw.
Ginger May rolled her pussy back, up, and out of Jessica's mouth.
She rearranged her fanny. Split the cheeks wide, and loaded her asshole in.
Ginger May played with her clitoris as Jessica shot her tongue into Ginger May's ass.
"Oooooh. Feels like you're all the way up."
"Omigawd," Sylvania bopped. "Don't tell me, Jessica-you're a virgin?"
Jessica looked down at Sylvania's dripping maw. It was awash with cuntcome and clotted with little specks of blood.
"I don't have a cherry. I mean-I must have popped it somehow already."
"But you are unfucked, doll?" Ginger May said as she slid off Jessica's face.
They both raced at Jessica's quim. Tongues digging in deep.
"Guess my period's early," Jessica said.
"Tastes like it," Ginger May said. "I want to drink it all up."
Jessica saw in the surrounding mirrors how she must look to the masturbating Peeping Thomas who was now to be her lover.
The two girls were crouched over her cunt like vultures. Flapping their arms. Attacking every inch of her flesh.
Jessica wrenched her haunch.
Sylvania pulled her mouth away. Her cheeks and chin were streaked with gore.
Ginger May worked her fingers inside Sylvania's denuded pussy and frictioned her clit against Jessica's thighs.
Both rutting women followed Jessica's eyes.
"That what you're looking at?" Sylvania said.
Jessica nodded her head.
"Like, Jessica? You knew all along. That dude-like totally awesome."
Thomas Valentine sent back his head. His nuts and prong hung out over the edge of his windowsill. The ballocks rumbled and shook.
A cascade of come curtained the air.
Pearlescent in the mix of moonlight and street-lamp, the semen arced through the air with a rainbow effect.
Snapping curlicues of jizz fizzed into the night Followed by a shimmer of sparkling pizzle.
Jessica heard some voices from the street.
"The fuck?" he said.
"It's sticky." she said.
"It's a drizzle. No big deal. No more than a mist. Lighten up."
"Fuck you, dear. Look up."
"Shit."
"Here. Taste it."