Chapter 3
Joanne found the door Mr. Worley had told her to go through and found a room filled with women, all busily writing at a long table. She wondered what was going on, who to ask.
A sandy-haired girl hardly older than she was looked up from her letter writing and smiled a friendly smile. Joanne sighed and relaxed a little. At least she would have one friend in this odd place.
Maybe she could find out what it was she was supposed to write in all those letters.
The girl stood and came over. "I bet you're a new writer. I'm Mary Beth." She stuck out a hand to be shaken.
Joanne took it and said, "I'm new, all right. So new I don't even know what to do. And my name's Joanne."
"Please to meet you, Joanne." A look Joanne couldn't quite define came into Mary Beth's eyes. "You don't know anything about what goes on here or what we do?"
"All I know is that I had to get screwed to get the job."
"Well put. And in your case probably the literal truth. That's something else we share. Old Worley stuck it to me, too. But I needed the job and what the hell, you know?"
"I know. Too well."
"Here. Take a look at this letter." Mary Beth's eyes never left Joanne's face as she studied her reaction.
Joanne began reading, then gasped. She couldn't believe what she was reading! She read it twice to make sure she hadn't gotten it all wrong.
She blushed a furious red.
Mary Beth laughed. "That's one of the better ones we get to answer. And we answer them exactly as we see'em."
"But
"But nothing. Fifty cents a letter. If you're a damned quick writer, you can crank out a letter every five minutes or so. But writer's cramp will get to you pretty fast," Mary Beth assured her.
"But the letter. My god, it's obscene!"
Mary Beth shrugged. "So what's that mean? There's no court in the country that can define the word. The operation here's pretty simple. Lonely guys out there write those letters. And want a reply to what they've written. No form letters, not for 'Pen Friends'. Each letter is tailor-made to fit the original."
"But this guy says he, oh, shit!"
"Go oh and read it out loud. It'll give you some idea of the milder ones we get to answer every day."
Joanne swallowed hard and then began reading the letter out loud:
I want to tie you up with rough ropes. The ropes'll cut into your flesh. You'll scream for me to stop as I tighten each and every rope. Your tits'll bulge out between the ropes. I'll burn them with my branding irons. And then I'll keep wrapping the rope around you. The rope will cut and dig in and leave ugly red welts on your wonderful, white skin.
When I've got you entirely tied up, then I'll
. take my soldering iron to your flesh. The smell of your singing flesh will fill the room.
Your screams delight me. I keep touching the soldering iron to your skin until it blisters.
Then I'll shove it up your cunt. I'll 4?e deafened by your screams of pain. I love hearing you cry out like that. It makes me hard. I'll take my cock into my hand and spurt my jizz out all over your face. Then I'll leave you hanging there, in pain, wanting me to fuck you and knowing I'm leaving you for good.
Joanne looked up to Mary Beth and asked, "You say this is one of the milder ones? Christ on a crutch, what are the nasty ones like?"
"I was kidding you. That's about a medium one.
Most of them are just from lonely guys who want to hear from a woman. We give'em a little hope.
The ones like this, well, here's what I wrote him.
Go on. Read it out loud, too."
Joanne took up the crudely pencilled letter and read:
The ropes burn my flesh so much. Don't do this to me! I can't stand it much longer. I'm hungry from too little sex. Your cock is the best thing I've ever seen. Please give it to me. Not the pain! I can't stand the pain!
Please don't pull the ropes any tighter. My arms and legs are turning cold. You're cutting off the circulation. My nipples poke through the ropes. Touching them with your soldering iron sends waves of pain through me. But just to have you doing these awful things to me gets me all gooey in the cunt for you. It doesn't matter how much pain you give me. I love you. Do what you will. Give me all the agony you can and I'll love you even more!
But don't leave me! I can't stand your tying me up and using your iron on me, then just turning and leaving. Don't go! Please don't abandon me! I need your cock! The sight of your cum is making me so horny, I just can't stand it any longer! But don't leave me, whatever pain you give me, don't give me that!
"See how it's done? Want to get started?" Mary Beth asked.
"Yeah, I guess so. Are there any, uh, categories? Or do I just open whatever comes up in the bin?"
"Catch as catch can. Keeps it from getting dull. Come on over and sit beside me. I'll keep you company and help you out if you need any advice. It's a pretty easy job, really."
Joanne began reading the letters. None were like the one Mary Beth had shown her. Most were from lonely men who wanted the comfort of a woman's feminine hand answering their pleas to be noticed, to be appreciated. Joanne found herself beginning to feel sorry for some of the men writing in. Then, as the day grew on, she found herself getting hornier than hell from reading and writing about all the various sexual activities.
She felt Mary Beth's leg press close to hers. She didn't move away. Looking up, her eyes met those of the other girl. That rapid, silent communication flowed between them again.
The message was clear-I'm horny, too!
Mary Beth inclined her head toward a door at the side of the room. Together, they went into a small alcove.
Mary Beth said, "It gets to you after a while, doesn't it? And the only man around is Worley."
"What a drag. I hardly call Worley a man. But he does have a cock and ..."
"... and you're feeling an itch. Right about here?"
Mary Beth moved close to Joanne. Her hand reached down and began stroking over the girl's crotch. Joanne didn't move away. The hand felt too good. She knew, in a distant part of her brain, that this wasn't right. Having another woman do this to her was wrong. But it felt so damned good!
And she was so damned horny from writing all those letters!
"Like it?" Mary Beth asked.
"Um, yes. You ... your hand is just about right. Except all that denim is in the way."
Her own hands were working up under Mary Beth's thin teeshirt. She had noticed right away that the girl didn't wear a bra. That was something else they had in common. As her hands closed over the smooth cones of her tits, a tiny tremor raced through her body.
She was actually fondling another woman's knockers! It wasn't right! Yet she wanted to do it and she wanted Mary Beth to do it to her!
When Mary Beth's fingers worked inside the band of her jeans and slowly slipped the useless garment off around the swell of her ass, she shivered in delight. Getting naked for Worley had been a duty, an obligation. This was for fun!
She gasped when a long feminine finger found its way up into her pussy. Groaning, she pressed closer. Their tits mashed together, hard nipple crushed into equally aroused nipple.
Before she knew it, her mouth was engaged with another lipsticked one. Joanne's lips parted slightly. That was all the encouragement she needed to give Mary Beth. The other girl's tongue came surging into the willing mouth. Tongues wrapped around each other. They caressed and moved back and forth until they were both breathing heavily with arousal.
Joanne kept her grip on the other girl's tits. And Mary Beth's finger up her cunt was driving her wild with desire. They were really working each other to a fever pitch. Her body was begging for more. She guessed Mary Beth's was in the same super-turned-on condition.
Reluctantly, she let the silky smooth tits flop free. It was more important for her to get to the other girl's pussy. She had to give as much pleasure as she was receiving. That only seemed fair.
Mary Beth helped by kicking free of her jeans. The two stood naked from the waist down, fingers probing deeply up each other's cunts.
Joanne broke off the kiss and whispered hotly into the girl's ear, "We shouldn't be doing this. It's not right!"
"Hell, it's not!" answered her newfound sex partner. "It feels good. It's a release from the sexual tensions of our work. Why not?"
"I... I forgot," she answered, her mouth clamping back down on Mary Beth's. Her tongue began exploring the other girl's mouth. She found a wonderland of delights lurking there.
Her tongue would timidly poke out and be greeted with the darting tip of another rough, wet tongue. A tingle passed down her own tongue and the wine-sweet saliva was making her feel light-headed. If she could get drunk on a kiss, she was doing it.
Somehow, the pair sank to the floor. It wasn't the cleanest place in the world but they managed to get their jeans under them. That softened the hard and cold linoleum. Bodies passionately pressed together, they continued their lesbian love making without ever breaking off their deep kiss.
Joanne was confused. Everything being done to her was exciting. Her body craved that finger up her cunt. The way it whirled around, touching here and there, stimulated her to the brink of orgasm. She wanted it more than she would have believed possible.
And the feel of another set of tits pressing firmly into her own was an unexpected turn-on. The yielding firmness of Mary Beth's jugs aroused her completely. She tried as hard as she could to drive her own passion-hardened nipples into the other girl's boobs.
And that mouth! It was driving her wild!
Never had she found anyone who could kiss like Mary Beth. Joanne had to admit her experience in sexual matters was limited. She'd never even considered making love to another woman before.
Now she was sorry she hadn't. Mary Beth was a woman who knew what would turn another woman on.
Joanne thought it was perverted letting another woman make love to her. Perverted and sick-and wonderful!
The finger in her cunt suddenly became two. She felt her pussy walls expand to take the extra girth. When Mary Beth began working carefully all around the pea-sized clit, Joanne knew she wasn't going to complain any more about this being perverted or sick or wrong. It felt too good to be any of those things!
She broke off the kiss to sigh, "Those fingers fucking me! Better'n any cock! My insides are churning with lust! I need you to ... to finger-fuck me good!"
"Anthing you want, dearest!"
The words thrilled Joanne. Not just the words but the way they were said told her the girl meant them. Never had Frank ever called her "dearest" or any other loving term. He'd just fucked her.
Mary Beth cared for her, maybe even loved her. That it was an illicit love only made it the more exciting. She wanted to learn everything about lezzie lovemaking!
"How sensitive is your clit?"
"Gets me off every time. And yours?" Joanne asked.
"Same. Stroke it from the base all the way to the top. That just drives me right up the wall!"
Joanne curled her linger around the base of the slippery little spire of the other girl's clit. She tightened up on her finger and moved to the very tip.
The fuck fluids were flowing all over Mary Beth's cunt now. Her pussy lips were slippery and her clit was well-greased. Joanne made sure she stroked up and down on the little nubbin of erectile tissue fast enough to get the other girl's tits heaving up and down in unrestrained passion.
Then Mary Beth came. Her back arched and she crammed her pussy down into the girl's hand. She drove her fingers in and out of the girl's cunt as fast as she could to simulate fucking. It wasn't as good as a cock, but it prolonged the climax for what seemed an eternity.
As soon as Mary Beth had come down from her sexual high, she went to work on Joanne's clit. The tiny go-button was being flicked and pushed around like a marble. And the more it rolled, the higher Joanne's sexual tensions grew.
When she felt three fingers driving hard into her velvet-hung pussy, spreading her cunt and stretching her apart, she came. She imagined it was a prick slamming hard into her but no cock ever fucked her and stimulated her clit and rubbed against her tits and kissed her all at the same time.
She blasted off into a sexual orbit. Shuddering, she finally collapsed exhausted to the skimpy covering of her jeans on the floor.
"That was super, Mary Beth. I never realized
"Yes, I know. You don't have to tell me. I felt it, too. I don't even know if I can put it into words or not. There's something special about two gals making love, isn't there?"
"You can say that again!"
"Better get dressed. I need the bread from writing those letters and I'm sure you do, too. Or you wouldn't have put up with Worley fucking you around like he did."
Joanne sighed. She did need the money. And writing the letters wasn't the hardest work in the world.
The rest of the afternoon, she had the most delightful things to put in the letters she wrote. She told all of the anonymous letter writers all about her very first lesbian experience. If she found the memories fading a bit, all she had to do was move a little closer to Mary Beth, feel her leg pressing warmly against her own, and the lezzie lovemaking would come back to her crystal clear.
She wrote some dynamite letters that afternoon!