Chapter 9
Brandi felt a little guilty. Here she had only gone to him because he was a psychiatrist and she needed help. Bert was her best friend's husband, for goodness sake! And she had ended up letting him fuck her. And holy bananas, what a fuck! She could still feel that huge stiff prick of his going off in her mouth.
After she had told her problems to him and he had made a few recommendations, she had let him fuck her again. He had screwed her from behind, dog-fashion, and more violently than the first time. He claimed it would have a therapeutic effect on her. All Brandi knew was that she had screamed so loudly when she came that she must have been heard three blocks away.
She had got more than she counted on from Bert Shaw. But at the same time, he had made a few suggestions that seemed to make sense. The most obvious was that she should go back to the place where it had all begun. She should return to Carla Mason's house, try to meet Carla Mason herself, look around.
Maybe something there would jog her memory. Maybe it would all suddenly become clear to her.
And so on the next afternoon she found herself driving back to the house of the party, as if she were in a trance. She had to shake herself and even pinch her thigh when she got there in order to remember why she had come. What's the matter with me? she wondered. I know why I'm here. It's because Bert suggested it.
She got out of her car and walked up to the door, feeling odd, as if she were walking through a dream. Nothing seemed entirely real. She was sure that this was the house, but it seemed oddly foreign. If I could only remember what I was doing here in the first place! she thought.
However, even before she rang the bell she could feel the soft pulsing of sexual desire in her body. In a way the feeling frightened her. She knew it must be due to the delicious screwing she had done with Mike here. That had been wonderful. But it had also been the start of the weeks of frantic fucking she had just passed through, weeks that were also wonderful but unlike anything she had ever done before.
Still, she clenched her teeth with determination and rang the bell. She could feel her insides quivering as she waited for the door to open.
When it did she found herself standing face to face with a tall muscular man who was almost completely naked. All he wore was a tight, black, jockstrap-looking thing around his groin. It was made to accentuate his formidable cock.
Brandi quickly realized that she was staring at it, and she glanced back up at his face. My God, here we go! she thought. Weird right from the very start! Still, she couldn't take her eyes off his nearly naked body, which was a gorgeous hunk. On top of that, there was something vaguely familiar about him.
God, did I do it with him too that night? she thought. She searched his eyes to see if he recognized her too. But he didn't seem to. She didn't know if that was a relief or not. From the looks of him she knew she wouldn't mind letting him have his way with her. On the other hand, if she couldn't remember it, what was it worth?
"Is ... is there someone who lives here named Carla Mason?" she asked hesitantly.
His handsome face broke into a grin. Now he let his eyes sweep lustfully up and down Brandi's body. She could feel herself getting damp and swollen just from the feel of his eyes on her. She glanced down at the swelling in his prick.
"There sure is," he said. "Come on in."
Brandi followed him inside.
"This way."
He led her down a long dark hallway and into a large, dimly lit room. She didn't recall it from the time she had been here before. Squinting, she saw that it seemed to be filled with huge mattresses on the floor and huge mirrors on all the walls.
"I'll tell her you're here," the man said. "What's your name?"
"Brandi," she said, again unable to resist the temptation to glance down at his bulging crotch. Part of her strongly wished he had said, "No, she's not here," and then thrown her down on one of the mattresses and raped her wildly.
But before she could even get very far with that fantasy, he was gone.
She glanced around the room, feeling slightly uneasy and excited at the same time. There was something about this whole place that made her feel more sexy than ever. She knew it had something to do with the events of the past few weeks, but she couldn't say exactly how.
But her body felt alive with sensuality. She could feel a hot pulse beating in her throat. There were butterflies in her stomach, and her cunt was wet, her nipples tight. What's happening to me? she wondered.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, jumping forward, startled.
She hadn't realized that anyone else was in the room with her until she saw a reflection in one of the mirrors. It was a dark, beautiful girl wearing a white flowing robe.
To Brandi she seemed somehow familiar, just as the man had seemed. Suddenly she remembered. This was the girl who had been getting so brutally fucked in the ass and cunt when Brandi had been leaving the house. And the man was one of the guys who was doing it to her.
"I didn't mean to startle you," the girl in the white robe said.
"I ... oh, it's okay," Brandi stuttered. "It just surprised me a little, that's all. When I saw you in the mirror, I mean."
"I understand you want to see me. I'm Carla Mason."
So it was her! Brandi thought. The way Carla stared at her made her even more uneasy. It was almost like a man's leer, full of lust and hunger. Brandi was not used to being looked at that way by another woman.
"My name is Brandi," she murmured. "A few weeks ago I came to a party at this house. I know it sounds silly, but I don't even know why I was invited because I'm sure I've never met you before anywhere. Isn't that right?"
Carla smiled. When she moved Brandi could tell that she wore nothing under her long flowing robe.
"My parties are very special," Carla said. "People come from miles around. Sometimes they bring friends, acquaintances. You're always welcome at my parties, Brandi. We could use a few more like you."
As she spoke, she moved closer to Brandi. She extended one hand and caressed Brandi's cheek with it. Her dark eyes burned into Brandi's face, then traveled hungrily down her body.
Brandi didn't know what to make of this. She had never had a woman make advances at her before. She had never even considered how she would respond if it did happen. So she was at a total loss for what to do.
On top of that, there was something about Carla that was incredibly appealing. Her cool finger on Brandi's cheek sent a sharp sexual electricity coursing through the girl. And Carla's eyes swam with a throbbing insistent desire that utterly dumfounded and hypnotized Brandi.
God, I've never felt like this before! she thought. What's going on anyway? Why does she have this strange power over me? Is she a lesbian? Does she want to fuck me? Is that what this is all about? But I saw her getting fucked by those two guys and loving it.
"I'm sorry I don't remember you," Carla murmured. "I know I wouldn't forget a woman as beautiful as you are if I'd ever met you before. I must've been busy elsewhere on the night you were here."
That's one way to describe it, Brandi thought. Carla hadn't removed her hand after caressing Brandi's cheek. Instead her fingers were now coiling sensually around Brandi's left ear and behind her neck. And Brandi was helpless to resist. She felt caught in Carla's strange hypnotic power.
"I ... I had trouble remembering some things after that party," Brandi stammered.
"Would you like to sit down?" Carla asked, as if she hadn't heard.
Brandi nodded. She half-expected that they would go to a room where there were chairs, a sofa perhaps. But Carla merely led her across the room to one of the huge mattresses. She sank down to it, the folds of her robe parting to reveal her sleek shapely legs.
Brandi sat down too, although she felt very self-conscious about it. She placed herself at a discreet distance from Carla, but Carla quickly shifted over next to her, sitting very close.
"This is the orgy room," Carla whispered, smiling. "It feels so funny not to see it full of naked people all moaning and fucking together."
"The ... orgy room?" Brandi asked hesitantly.
I mean, I know I've gone in for quite a lot of fucking lately, she thought. More than usual. But orgies! That's just out of the question!
Suddenly her lapsed vigilance was up. Was this Carla going to try to get her into an orgy?
"Oh, don't worry," Carla reassured her. She grinned. "They only happen on party nights. I'm surrpised you didn't get into one on the night you were here."
Brandi looked wide-eyed around the dim room. She could hardly believe what she was hearing.
"I guess I was busy with a guy named Mike," she said softly.
Carla's eyes widened. She grinned broadly.
"Mike? Gigantic...?" she asked, holding her flat palms apart to indicate length.
Brandi nodded, grinning in spite of herself.
"Well, you lucky thing! First night at one of my parties and she draws the champ. I trust you weren't disappointed."
"Certainly not," Brandi shook her head. "It's just that I sort of ... well, lost my memory after that night."
Suddenly she felt Carla's arm going around her shoulders, drawing her closer. She didn't resist. Carla's warm breath was on her neck.
"What does it matter so long as you're here right now?" Carla whispered.
"What kind of place is this?" Brandi inquired weakly. She felt Carla's lips on her neck, on her throat. Oh God, she wants to fuck me! she thought. A girl! But she didn't pull back. Even when she felt Carla's fingers unbuttoning her skirt, she didn't pull back. Instead she looked down, curiously, as if in a trance.
"What are you doing?" she murmured.
"Helping you get more comfortable."
"I'm already comfortable."
"But I want you, Brandi."
She came to the last button on Brandi's shirt and unfastened it. She pulled the shirt off Brandi's shoulders. Brandi didn't move.
"But I'm not that way," she said, gazing into Carla's deep-brown eyes. "I'm not a lesbian."
"You like to fuck, don't you?" Carla whispered.
Brandi nodded. Carla undid the clasp between the cups of Brandi's bra and pulled it apart, exposing Brandi's upswept tits. Her eyes devoured the ripe swollen nipples.
"You like to come, don't you?" she whispered again.
Brandi nodded again. Carta's eyes didn't move from her naked tits.
"You're so beautiful," Carla exclaimed, the first trace of emotion sneaking into her voice. "Brandi, believe me, you haven't come until you've had a woman make you come."
Brandi knew that Carla was only trying to make her submissive. She knew it couldn't be true. She knew what wild glorious coming could be like. Having Carla do it to her couldn't be that much better. And she had seen Carla herself getting fucked by two men at once and screaming with ecstasy.
But little did Carla know that it didn't matter. She didn't have to talk Brandi into it. Brandi was already in her spell. She didn't know how it had happened, but she was ready to let Carla do anything she wanted to her.
Yes, yes! she thought. You can fuck me! Do it to me, make me come-fuck me and suck me-I want you!
And still another part of her mind tried to examine what she was doing. I've never done anything like this before! she thought, scandalized that she was actually inviting another woman to fuck her. What's come over me?
But when she saw Carla begin to take off her robe, she began to tremble with sexual excitement. Carla's incredibly lovely body came into view. The full firm melons of her tits were poised only inches away from Brandi's. Carla moved forward until the thick rosy nipples brushed Brandi's swollen buds.
Brandi's breasts throbbed and pulsed. Her nipples quickly hardened. Carla's lips were just inches from hers, wet and sensual.
"I've ... I've never done this," Brandi whimpered hesitantly.
Carla looked down at their touching nipples. She moved even closer, mashing their hot breasts together. Brandi felt a sharp flash of incredible lust course through her body.
"Do you want me to stop?" Carla whispered, grinning.
"Oh no!"
Carla's mouth approached hers. God, kissing another woman! she thought. How sick! But the warm lips that met her own were soft and searching, not rough and demanding. Carla kissed her with aching tenderness, her tongue probing Brandi's mouth with soft insistent urgency. Brandi found herself kissing the other girl back naturally. It was just like kissing a man, she thought.
Only Carla's naked body felt much different pressing against her than a man's did. It was so soft and smooth! She ran her hands up and down Carla's shapely bare back as they kissed. She caressed the girl's round high ass, and her silky thighs.
"Mmmmmmmm," she hummed deep in her throat as Carla began to caress her back.
Both of them were on their knees now, embracing, their wet tongues coiling together. Carla's hands were on Brandi's full tits, lifting them, flicking the protruding coral nipples with her tongue. What amazed Brandi was that the girl seemed to be so patient. She was in no hurry.
She sucked and tongued and nipped each one of Brandi's throbbing nipples until Brandi was actually panting with need. And her hands squeezed the fleshy globes of Brandi's tits as she sucked.
"Oh! Anngghhhhh!" Brandi moaned, feeling soft pre-orgasmic waves sweep and flutter through her body.
"Does it feel good?" Carla murmured. "Oh God, yes!"
"You have such beautiful boobs," Carla whispered.
"God, I'm almost coming!" Brandi whimpered.
"Plenty of time for that," Carla sighed.
Her mouth and fingers explored the rest of Brandi's trembling body, from her ears to her toes. Carla's lips moving up and down her bare legs nearly drove Brandi into a mad frenzy. She couldn't control the twitching of her muscles. Her body twisted and quivered involuntarily.
"Oh God ... oh God!" she moaned helplessly. "Fuck me ... eat me!"
For Carla had kissed every part of her body but the part that was crying out to be kissed-her cunt. Carla's mouth and hands had wandered near it several times, but she had always veered away without actually touching it. Brandi was driven crazy with need.
Her body writhed with desire. She panted wildly and rubbed her inner thighs with the heels of her hands, trying to relieve the tension. She could not remember ever having been so aroused by a man. Carla was fiendishly skillful.
Her sharp teeth nipped sensually at the sensitive skin of Brandi's inner thighs. She licked the skin of Brandi's groin, tormenting Brandi, whose pussy ached to be licked and devoured.
"Oh God ... please!" she begged. "Please, Carla, please!"
"Relax, honey, relax," Carla murmured. "You'll come better if you relax."
"I ... can't!" Brandi cried out.
Her body shivered, out of control with lust. She could feel Carla's hands on her thighs. She could even feel Carla's warm breath on the sensitive moist lips of her runny slit. God, why doesn't she do it to me? she asked herself.
Her pelvis quivered and she held her breath instinctively. Suddenly, without warning, Carla's long tongue slithered up deep into her pussy.
"Ohhhnnn!" she gasped, dying with pleasure.
Suddenly Carla was eating her aching pussy in a hundred different skillful ways. Carla wasn't content merely to tongue-fuck Brandi's seething cooze. Her lips and tongue explored every fold and furrow of the girl's oozing trench. She even dipped her tongue below Brandi's cunt along the sensitive skin between it and her asshole. The novel sensation made Brandi cry out.
"Oh! Ahhnn! Oh God! Ohhhhh!"
She tried not to squirm as the tip of Carla's tongue tickled the rim of her asshole. Carla's thumbs were both in her flowing pussy now, fucking her gently. And Carla's tongue now swooped back up to her cunt, flicking her tingling clit with quick sharp jabs.
"Oh yes!" Brandi gasped, feeling the pleasure stream through her twisting body. "Oh yes, yes!"
But Carla would give her no more than that. Whenever Brandi seemed on the edge of bursting, Carla would withdraw her attention to another less sensitive part of Brandi's body. She turned Brandi over and explored her long supple back and her high jouncy ass with her mouth and hands.
Brandi was helpless in the girl's hands. Her body pulsed with fuck-hunger. If a thousand men wanted to gang-bang her at that instant, she knew she wouldn't be able to refuse them.
"Ohhhhnnnnn, I love to fuck you," Carla murmured, swarming over Brandi's quivering warm body. "I love to fuck you, you're so beautiful, Brandi."
"Please ... please fuck me, eat me" Brandi gasped. "Make me come, please!"
Carla returned to Brandi's aching pussy and began fucking it with one hand. Crazy with need, Brandi gyrated her hips, pushing her hungry cunt against the fingers.
"Oh God, yes!" she panted. "Harder ... harder!"
Carla's mouth was on her tits again, giving deep passionate sucks to her nipples. Carla's warm smooth body pressed against her own everywhere. The girl seemed to engulf her quivering flesh. Her hand skillfully fucked Brandi's pussy until Brandi was sobbing on the edge of a ferocious orgasm.
But then again she stopped. She withdrew her hand, still licking and kissing Brandi's erect nipples.
"Oh, don't stop!" Brandi begged. "Please don't stop!"
Her body was as tight as a wire, shaking uncontrollably. She writhed and twisted on the huge mattress, wild with need. Her legs coiled around Carla's, and her fingers clawed at the other girl's smooth warm flesh, trying to make her keep it up.
"Please ... pleeeeeease!" she moaned, shivering with desire.
Carla kissed her mouth, probing with her sensual tongue.
"Oh, how can I resist you?" she whispered, grinning.
"Please, I'm so close!" Brandi whimpered.
"Relax, baby, relax," Carla murmured. "As soon as I put my mouth on your clit, you'll explode."
"Then do it!" Brandi moaned. "Please do it!"
"How can I resist? Do you like the way I fuck you?"
"Jesus, I've never felt anything like it!"
She was telling the truth, too. She couldn't actually say it was better than being fucked by a man, but it was certainly different. And just as intense. Carla knew how to leech the last bit of sensation out of every caress. But even more than that, she didn't seem to care about coming herself. At least not until Brandi had come.
And so Carla's every effort was devoted to seeing that Brandi would have a perfect orgasm. She had slowly and skillfully reduced Brandi's body to a quivering hot mass of jelly. Brandi would submit to anything, she knew, anything! And it was apparently this domination that Carla got off on.
Maybe it was even the reason why she had to be dominated herself once in a while, Brandi quickly thought. That would explain the incident with the two men brutally fucking her at the same time.
But Brandi couldn't speculate about it any longer. Carla was sliding down her body again, nestling between her quivering thighs. Carla's lips were on her belly. Her hand was again gently probing Brandi's flowing pussy. Brandi bucked her hips and pumped back slowly with her cunt.
"Ungh! Anngghhhh!" she gasped, mewling and shaking.
Possessed by a mad desire to watch Carla eating her cunt, she propped herself up on her elbows and looked down the length of her prone body at the girl's beautiful face, poised between her thighs.
Intent on what she was doing, Carla extended her long pink tongue and ran it up and down the moist open furrow of Brandi's cunt.
"Ohhhnnn!" Brandi sighed, throwing back her head and clenching her teeth.
Again Carla's fingers fucked her cunt for a few moments. Then again they withdrew to make way for Carla's incredible tongue. Brandi's spastic fingers clawed the mattress under her.
"Oh God, oh God!" she sobbed.
The sensations in her pussy were exquisite, like nothing she had ever felt. She had never known that such an agony of pleasure was possible. Carla's clever lips and tongue again brought her to a fever pitch without once touching her swollen, throbbing clit.
Unable to support herself any longer on her elbow, she fell back to the mattress. She arched her back, writhing and pushing her cunt up into the girl's face. Do it hard, do it hard! she chanted over and over to herself. Fuck me!
"Unnnn! Oh! Unnnnn!" she moaned deliriously, shaking all over with the need to come.
Carla's tongue slithered deep into her channel. Carla's lips kissed the lips of her aching pussy, frenching it passionately. Brandi dug the heels of her hands into her trembling thighs, consumed with need. Please, oh please!
Then suddenly, when she knew she could not take any more of the beautiful torture, she got her wish. Starting at the bottom of her puckering gash, Carla's tongue slowly traveled toward the top. She slid her fingers into Brandi's seething cunt below her tongue, fucking her rapidly. And suddenly her tongue was coiling around Brandi's clit, attacking it savagely.
"Unh! Oh! Unhghh!" Brandi panted, going wild.
She churned and flipped on the mattress, going crazy with pleasure. Carla's hand raped her roughly. Carla's mouth devoured her streaming, spasming cunt with wild passion. When the climax hit her, it was like being split up the pussy by a bolt of white-hot lightning.
"AANNOOWWNNNNEEEEEEEE!" she wailed, ruptured by the force of a gigantic orgasm. "UUNNGGEEEE! OHGH! OH JESUS!"
She held onto Carla's head, keeping it between her clenching thighs. She didn't want Carla's mouth to leave her flashing pussy. Don't stop! she thought! Don't let it ever stop! Keep eating me, please!
"Ohhnnn! Oh God! Ohhnn!" she moaned, her body still pulsing with the aftershocks of her stupendous climax.
And when it was over, it only seemed natural that she should do for Carla what Carla had done for her. In fucking Brandi, Carla had shown such marvelous restraint. And now it was Brandi's turn to pay her back.
Even though she had never made love to another woman before, she just did what came naturally. Carla yielded to her completely. Her thighs yawned open and she welcomed Brandi's mouth on her cunt with a long, blissful moan.
Brandi tongue-fucked the girl and toyed with her clit, hoping to prolong the torment of pleasure in the same way Carla had done for her. But Carla was a quick comer. Whether it was just in her nature or whether fucking Brandi had already aroused her to the cracking point, Brandi didn't know.
But moments after Brandi began to eat her, Carla began going off like a string of firecrackers. She seemed to have orgasms so powerful that Brandi could only envy them. And she didn't limit herself to one or two, either. She seemed to go on and on, coming and coming, moaning and shuddering until her last ounce of ecstasy had been squeezed from the string of climaxes.
When it was over they again embraced and lay face to face.
"I've never seen anybody come like that," Brandi said, still half-astonished at the way Carla had climaxed so much.
"It only takes practice," Carla murmured, grinning. "You could learn to do it in a day or two. I may be able to do a lot of them, but, honey, I'll bet I've never even felt one like that one you had. You come like it's the end of the world."
"I guess that's why I can't get enough," Brandi admitted candidly.
"None of us can get enough," Carla said.
Brandi felt marvelously content. Her body was satisfied. Her mind felt at ease. She hadn't got much closer to discovering why her memory had failed her, but meeting Carla had been an experience she wouldn't have missed.
She stretched out next to Carla, caressing the girl's lovely smooth body, feeling Carla touch hers. She somehow trusted the girl. Nobody who didn't care about you would bother to fuck you the way Carla had fucked her. She felt warm and secure in the girl's embrace, and soon drifted off into a pleasant sleep.