Chapter 10
Dorie was waiting for Marilyn when she came upstairs. Marilyn had intended to walk past the door but Dorie reached around and grabbed her arm.
"Come in here, I want to talk to you."
"You don't have to yank so hard. What do you want?"
Marilyn stepped inside the room and slumped against the wall, rubbing her arm. Dorie was bristling with anger and lit a smoke, tapping her toe at the same time.
"Let's get it over with. What the fuck are you so pissed off about?"
"You know damn well, you bitch. You unappreciative bitch."
"Fuck you, you shit! What the hell am I supposed to do, twiddle my thumbs while you fuck Steven? Felicia was very nice to me."
"But you knew how I felt about her."
"You're afraid she eats cunt better than you."
"Don't be insulting."
"What a game you folks play here in Kingsport."
"Just take off your clothes. I've been waiting an hour for your ass."
"I might not want to give you any...."
"I'll beat your fuckin' ass, so help me."
"But Felicia has already pleased me."
"You heard me, Marilyn."
Marilyn saw that Dorie meant what she said. She began taking off her clothes. She unsnapped her bra and her tits sprung out, leaping, bouncing. Off came the panties and she wiped up the center of her cunt to see if it was still wet.
"You jealous bitch. I shouldn't let you put your filthy hands on me."
"Just get your ass into that bed, Marilyn!"
They were two females breaking down the ego factor-the perennial fight between dyke and fawn.
"There's no way that she can fuck you better than I. Just bring your ass over here. I'll love you like no other bitch could."
Marilyn quaked a bit, hoping that would be so. At that moment Dorie leaped off the bed and snatched her from behind. It was a quick, startling move that took them both by surprise. But a deciding factor in Dorie's benefit as she began kissing Marilyn-she loved it and only pretended to be bitchy. Dorie jerked Marilyn's head back and planted one right on the lips.
Marilyn pretended to struggle, but she was grooving on the effect too. Dorie slapped her hard in the face. The vicious sound echoed across the room. Marilyn slapped her back!! She finally got the best of Marilyn and yanked her tits. She bounced on top of her and held her arms pinned with her knees.
"You think just because you've sniffed a few cocks you're an authority on the subject. I can show you a few things, turd."
She pushed up between Marilyn's thighs and used her tit as a wedge. Her hands cupped one tit and she churned it into a sphere, then shoved it deep into Marilyn's pussy hole. The thought made her body quake and nearly shoot her come-shot. Dorie moved her tit around until the nipple was covered with a milky substance, caking there. She drew back and looked down into the open cunt hole and saw how hot it was, like a volcano about to bubble over.
Dorie's mouth finally settled on the slight rise of the clitoris. She sucked and teased there for a long while. Marilyn was tearing at her hair and kicking up her heels! Dorie made her turn over and lean across the bed. Marilyn jackknifed with her bent knees on the floor, her ass sticking up. Dorie hovered behind her, cool as you please. She felt the raised ass and plucked the cunt below. She was slow and deliberate, using one finger to slide up and down the slick center of the pussy. Marilyn's face screwed up in horny agony, tossing her head frantically. But Dorie would not let up and kept her finger working inside the cunt ... feeling around the knob that hung down above the cunt hole. Her fingers were bathed in slippery fluids and she could feel the grooves of the canyon inside. She jabbed the one finger deeper and harder and the fleshy asscheeks humped like a jackhammer. And Dorie watched it all spellbound, seething with glorious dyke heat.
Marilyn, jacked up, with her tits swinging like cow tits, looked back toward her ass. What she saw Dorie doing made her shoot off. But it did not stop Dorie because she only pushed her mouth farther up the ass crack and begin again to bring down another orgasm.
Looking at what was happening behind her made Marilyn think of how sexy it all was. Dorie ran the flat of her tongue over the full circles of Marilyn's asscheeks, and then switched off to the other cheek; purposely leaving the deep crevice in between, untouched, to make it boiling hot, so when she did stick her tongue there, it would cause an explosion. Finally, after licking up and down the back of Marilyn's thighs and over the haunches, Dorie did put her tongue into the butt-crevice. It was a hot poker, jabbing directly into the center folds; the way a dick would skeet into a cunt. It was better than a man's dick because the tongue was wet and searing hot-it could twitch, and move around to tickle-controlled as no cock could ever be.
It was more of a mindblower when Marilyn felt Dorie trying to fuck her from behind. It was as if Dorie was a dog and knew she did not have a dick to stick her with, nevertheless, she fucked and fucked away at the hole, banging her asshole with her tongue.
-Done had had enough of sucking out of Marilyn's asshole and threw her back on the bed. She almost leaped upon her, mounting her, pressing her pussy dead center against Marilyn's cunt. All Marilyn could do was he there flat and open her legs to give Dorie what she wanted. It felt so heavenly to get fucked by a body as soft and round as Dorie's. A female's softness, a warmth that was so tender it scorched her. Dorie kept rolling her tits from side to side, over the young ones. Soon there were four titties fucking each other.
All the goodness of Dorie's big, soft thighs burned Marilyn the most. It was as if they were filled to the brink with sweet-tasting come-and horny magic that only a witch like Dorie could store away. All the goodness of Dorie's body came seeping out of the warm thighs and that pinnacle of her tasty pussy. And when Marilyn could feel her own cunt, slushing against Dorie-it was maddening! She automatically raised her legs and locked Dorie there. She hugged her thighs to keep Dorie pumping into her slit. They began to pump each other, first Dorie, then it would be Marilyn's turn. Then, finally, they fell into a sixty-nine position. The bedroom was filled with the grunting, gnawing sounds of two female animals sucking each other's cunts.
Fire Dance was a little bit skittish and had been all evening. After Steven had worked him out and put him in the stall, Fire Dance knew something was in the air. For an animal, he had a keen sense of events. For instance, he knew about the big race tomorrow, the one that Steven was grooming him so hard for. Fire Dance was not worried because he knew he could outrun the other horses in the county. He felt good, happy that Steven had returned to the ranch this summer. Although the young master was worried, it was still fun to be with him. Maybe it was because there was so much tension in the air, everybody's nerve were shot. Human beings had so little faith in the positive aspects of Jife. Of course he would win the big race tomorrow, so why all the fuss? He would be glad of one thing; after he won the race, they would have to turn him out to pasture. Young Master Steven was good and kind to him that way.
Old Jack came by later and calmed Fire Dance down with a nice, quiet chat. Jack had a lot of soul and a lot of horse wisdom.
Jack stepped out of the stable and looked up at the moon. It would be a good day tomorrow. A day that was meant for racing. Fire Dance would beat the snot out of them slow horses. Yeah, he was glad that he had put his hundred-dollar bet on him. He walked on home, to the servants' quarters.
It was a perfect day for a county fair. The fairgrounds were jam-packed with happy, smiling faces. There were children running about, munching cotton candy and chasing balloons.
Cybil and John Boreman were seated on-the speaker's stand amid the ballyhoo for the dedication of the annual event. Dorie, Marilyn, and Felicia strolled the fairground together, laughing and having a helluva time, patiently awaiting the big race between Fire Dance and Destroyer.
Steven stayed with Fire Dance at the track behind the stable.
"How does he look to you, Jack?" He brushed his hand over the horse's flanks.
"This hoss's fit as a fiddle." He smiled at Fire Dance. "In fact, I wouldn't be surprised at all if he didn't run away from the rest of the field."
Arlene Pennyweather suddenly walked up and smiled hello. Jack looked at her, pretending to be busy grooming Fire Dance.
"Hi, Steven. Boy, Fire Dance looks pretty!"
"Hello, Arlene. Hey, you sure have grown up, kid. Last time I saw you, you were knee high to a doggie."
She hugged the horse's neck. Fire Dance gave her affectionate acknowledgement. Jack smiled. "Little Lady, you sure have a way with horses."
"Good luck today, Steven. I hope you beat Destroyer. Jed Maynor don't deserve to win."
"Well, me and Fire Dance gonna try and beat them all."
Jed Maynor and his two buddies stopped in front of the stable after overhearing the statement.
"Yeah, I heard that. You ain't never gonna beat Destroyer, turkey." His attitude was very hostile.
Jed Maynor was a big bully. He and Steven had always been bitter foes.
"Put your money where your mouth is, chump, but make it light on yourself."
"Let's make it a hundred dollars!"
"It's a bet."
The call to mount up echoed over the fairgrounds. The crowd stirred excitedly and rushed up to the racetrack stadium. There were twelve horses entered in the cross-country race. They -lined up at the starting line below the judges' stand. Old man Johnson quickly read the rules, which amounted to anything goes. They would race around the track, out of the stadium and onto a cross-country obstacle course, back into the stadium and down the back stretch to the finish line, in front of the crowd.
Steven glanced over at Jed Maynor seated on Destroyer-the bookies' favorite. Fire Dance was the people's choice. It would be difficult to beat Destroyer, a speed horse who could run all day. But Fire Dance was fast and a damn good jumper.
They were off! Destroyer went to the head of the pack with Fire Dance a close second. Around the first turn it was Fire Dance and Destroyer running neck and neck.
The crowd held their breath waiting to see which horse would come streaking back onto the track. A roar went up when Fire Dance and Destroyer were seen ahead of the pack. They blazed around the far turn and raced into the back stretch. It was going to be a photo finish. Fire Dance won the race by a nose.
Fire Dance was led into the winners' circle. The crowd showed their approval, and Steven and Fire Dance were popular winners.
Later Steven and Jack were cooling Fire Dance down, walking toward the stable. Jed and his two pals blocked their path; Jed threw a one-hundred-dollar bill in Steven's face. Steven was a pacifist and did not get pushed out of shape.
"There's your chickenshit bet, sucker! I oughta kick ya' ass." Jed squared off for a fight.
"Keep your bread, man. Ain't no big thing," said Steven, losing his temper.
"Naw, baby, I'm gonna tell you about yo' crocked father-an' ya motha. Ya motha is nothin' but a cheap-ass whore. She done fucked everybody in town."
"A whore and a bitch," chimed in one of the gang. "I heard she balled four truckdrivers and laid 'em all out."
"Take that back!" Steven shouted.
Dorie and Marilyn were standing there, hanging back. Then Dorie saw red and shouted., "You take that back, you fuckhead!"
"Stay out of this, Dorie." Steven warned.
"Yeah, you stay back, bitch! You and ya' dyke friends."
The bullies laughed.
Before Jed knew what was happening-Steven knocked him down! The two sidekicks leaped into the battle. The first' one was met by a hard right hand, the second chump caught a judo chop across the windpipe! Jed struggled to get to his feet and Steven clobbered him before he could get up. The fight was over, "If I ever hear you say anything against my family again, I'll beat your socks off next time!" Steven had turned into a raging militant.
Marilyn met Felicia at the cotton-candy concession next to the racetrack. Dorie had stayed with Steven to see if she could soothe him down. Steven wanted to be alone and sent Dorie back to join the girls. The racetrack was empty now, with the bulk of the crowd on the fairgrounds. The girls found a secluded spot to light up a joint.
"Boy, I sure could use a hit."
"I know, what a day this has turned into. Steven really dusted those dudes, didn't he?" Dorie lit the joint and took the first hit. Then she passed it to Felicia. They were learning to be friends.
"I bet Jed won't play that bullshit any more."
Marilyn said, "What this town needs is a little shakeup, you know what I mean?"
"Ohhh no, Marilyn. I know what you are thinking."
"Tell me, tell me!" Felicia insisted, excitedly.
"Let me have a few more hits first, to get my nerve up. I think I'm going to do it ... "
"What is she talking about, Dorie?"
Dorie was studying Marilyn's face. When she got that faraway glint in her eyes, there was usually hell to pay."
Marilyn took a final hit and pulled off her jeans, then began to undo her blouse.
"I made up my mind-I'm going to streak the fairgrounds."
The idea appealed to Felicia's sense of daredevilishness. "Hey, would that set a lot of these bastards on their ears. I'll join you. Here ... hold the joint, Dorie. We don't expect you to join us."
"You girls are crazy."
Felicia was quickly out of her clothes.
"The crowd will be gathered around the bandstand, dancing and doing their thing. Well streak across the fairground and swing by the dance stand and put into the woods."
"Well ... wait for me. What the fuck, you ain't going to call me chicken." Dorie grabbed the hem of her dress, lifted it over her head and kicked off her flats. "I'm ready, let's go! And don't stop running!"
They giggled, stoned out of their skulls, and started to run naked toward the fairgrounds. A shriek went up when the first of the crowd saw them coming. They ran past the ferris wheel and the operator couldn't believe his eyes. Three naked girls running toward the bandstand! Accidentally he pushed the lever and sent the ferris wheel spinning out of control.
The naked women had caught everyone's attention. "Hey, look there! Those girls are fuckin' bareass naked!"
All heads turned to see what was causing the stir. Then a joyous cheer rang out. The operator of the ferris wheel ran after the girls, leaving the concession unattended.
When the girls reached the center of the grounds there were mobs of youngsters running behind them, encouraging them, joining in on the fun.
"That looks like fun. I'm taking off my clothes too. Let's run with them. Let's stand up and streak for womanhood!" A beautiful, freckle-faced redhead yelled to her pals.
"What are they protesting?"
"Who gives a shit? It's fun, now hurry up!"
There were four more girls running naked behind Dorie, Felicia, and Marilyn. The senior citizens were crowded around the bandstand, digging the tuba player playing his ass off. When the seven naked women raced into the area they let out a scream. Some of the folks were startled, others took a fast, hard look.
Barney, the truckdriver, and his buddies were there and immediately ripped off their clothes and started to chase the girls. One old lady threw off her shaw and shouted, "Hey, you kids-wait for Granny!"
To see such lovely creatures running naked, tits bouncing, bare buttoms shaking uninhibitedly, was a turn-on for many of the older men. Most had been waiting all through the long summer for something exciting to break. Now that it had happened they were not about to miss out on the fun.
Soon there were fourteen naked girls and a host of men trying to catch them. The Dixieland band struck up a happy tune.
"Let's catch them gals and fuck 'em!"
"They're naked so they must want to screw! Come on guys, grab a broad! What you catch is what you can fuck!"
A man shouted to the fleeing girls. "If we catch ya' we get to ball ya'!"
The girls stopped, thought it over, and all at once cheered and took off running again.
The girls raced out of the fair grounds and into the forest and fanned out in all directions. Slowly, the men caught up with them. Some tackled a girl to bring her down, wrestling playfully, and then dragging her off into the bushes. The girls, struggling, giggling, were willing to keep the bargain.
When the excitement died, all that was heard in the forest was the passionate grunts of couples fucking in the grass ... Kingsport was having its first official orgy.
Steven could not sleep that night. He tossed and turned in his bed, cursing Cybil's name. What the fuck was wrong with him? Had he forgotten about Dorie, the girl he was engaged to marry? Suddenly it was Cybil that haunted his erotic reveries. He saw movement of shadows under his door.
He became excited and dared not move as the door swung open. Cybil stood there for a brief moment and then closed the door. He could hear the whisking sound of her nightgown as she crossed the room to the bed. He felt two warm hands touch his chest and slowly slip around his neck. She kissed him full on the lips and her tongue came greedily into his mouth. All his doubts suddenly vanished. He touched the hot silkiness of her flesh, not certain of what he should do or how he should do it.
She was like a woman on fire. Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead and dropped into her face. She was wearing only a thin silk gown and he felt her legs coming over his own. She yanked the covers back and straddled his legs, moaning and panting like she had just run a three-minute mile.
Her body squirmed and twisted feverishly above him and her hands tugged violently at his cock; her sharp nails dug into his flesh. He flinched with the pain-she was in a state of fuck-frenzy. She kept going for his prick until she had her lips around the dickhead and began sucking. When she raised her head she tried to stuff it into her cunt but her gown kept getting in the way. Then suddenly, not knowing why, he pulled himself from her grip.
"Can't we ever talk? Is fucking all you ever think about?" He pushed her away from his cock. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be nasty."
"I know, I heard about your fight with Jed Maynor. Did he hurt you?"
"No. You should see how I fucked him up. I have to talk with you."
"Before you start on me, Steven, let me say this. You are still a young man, and there are some things that you don't know anything about."
"You want to hear what Jed called you?"
"What?"
"A whore."
"Oh, I see. And what else?"
"He said that every man in the valley had wiped his dick on you at least twice. Tell me that it's not true.
"Stop it, Steven. You're tearing my heart out. You don't know the whole story. You have no idea what torture going without is for me. Yes, I admit that I have fucked a lot of men-so many that I lost count. I'm a nymphomaniac. I can't help it. Your father leaves me alone all the time."
He turned away from her.
"Steven ... you've made me very happy this summer. I think I care for you."
"What about Dad?"
"Oh, how noble you Boremans are. What about your dad?"
"I mean, how could you do that to him?"
"It doesn't matter, because I plan to divorce; your father. I will not let him drain my life any more. You know what kind of a man he is. The only thing I want is for you to love me, even though I realize how hopeless the situation is."
"I don't know what to say."
"I love you, Steven. I need what you have...." She reached for him and he moved away. She could see the hurt and pain she had caused mirrored in his eyes.