Chapter 9
The correct Lola-the other one-proved to be a far more uninhibited and forthright girl than had the first one.
Over a cocktail table, she looked Marna straight in the eye and said, "If what you're asking me is, did a bunch of creeps catch me on the mall and shave me between my legs-the answer is yes. Now what's your interest in the deal?"
She spoke defiantly, and Marna hastened to placate her. "We're only trying to do something about it. You see, you're not the only one."
"You mean other girls have gotten it that way?"
Marna pointed to Jennifer with a nod of her head. "Jen was one of them."
Lola, a striking Latin type, turned her eyes on Jennifer. "The whole bit?"
"I guess so."
"Did they make you take a tool in your mouth?"
Jennifer nodded. "And you got screwed?"
"Well, partially."
"Me, I didn't get come in my mouth, but the guy who screwed me went all the way. I carried his load around inside me for a week, it was so big."
These frank admissions had begun to come only after the girls had several drinks under their belts. Lola was drinking double vodkas which accounted for her uninhibited revelations.
"Then when they used the scissors on me-and the electric razor! Why they must be as crazy as they come! I had a hell of a time with my boy friend. When Jack found me with a shaved cunt, he blew his top. I had to tell him I'd done it myself, of course. If I'd told him the truth, he'd have blown the roof right off the administration building."
"It itches growing back, doesn't it?" Jennifer mumbled after setting her empty martini glass down for the third time.
"It itches like hell. I had to watch myself to keep from scratching my pussy in public." Lola downed her last gulp and rambled on. Obviously, she bore a festering grudge against the Barbers.
"If a guy's got hot nuts and has to haul a girl into the bushes that's one thing. Not decent, mind you. I didn't mean that. But you can understand. Those bums though, they not only take a screwing from a girl, but they take her cunt hair along with it. I ask you-is that anything a gentleman would do?"
"What we want to find out," Marna said, "is whether you could identify any of them."
"If I could, I'd find a way to make him lose his balls, I'll tell you that. I'd hire some thug to castrate him."
"I heard them mention your name," Jennifer said. "That's how we were able to get in touch with you."
Lola wrinkled her smooth forehead in a frown. "They didn't mention any names while they had me down. Except something about barbers."
"Hmmm," Marna ruminated. "Barbers. The Barbers. They're obviously a group that works together. A club, kind of, maybe. Do you suppose that's what they call themselves? The Barbers?"
"It's possible. But I don't see how that helps us in finding them."
"No, I suppose not, but I'm beginning to get an idea."
"Anything you can think of to get even with them, count me in," Lola said.
"Well keep in touch," Marna said. "We've got to run along, now."
Jennifer was somewhat startled as Marna reached under the table and laid a quick hand on her thigh. However, when they were at the curb together, waiting for a light to change, she was a little too drunk to resent the quick brush of Marna's hand across her breast and the big blonde's soft voice: "Angel, I got hot in there just looking across at you."
Deciding in somewhat befuddled fashion to play it for laughs, Jennifer said, "Why, darling. I'll bet you say that to all the girls."
"Hardly. But you've been growing on me."
"Is this a proposition?"
Sober, Jennifer would have backed away quickly, but as things were, the idea intrigued her. After all, she thought, I'm looking for experience. I've had a couple of sessions with Gilly, and now maybe I'm ready to graduate.
But she wasn't going to lie down and roll over for Marna.
"I'm no Grace," she said firmly.
"Of course you aren't."
"I know how you treat Grace. I've heard it through the wall when you work her over."
Mama's rising anticipation was reflected in the brightness of her eyes, the glinting predatory attitude of a true butch lesbian on the make.
"Sure I beat the shit out of that little tramp. But she likes it. She holds still for it, doesn't she?"
The new recklessness, the excitement was taking hold of Jennifer. As they crossed the street, Mama brushed close. Their thighs touched. It was electric.
"I don't know about that," Jennifer said. "It didn't sound like she was holding still when you rammed that dildo up her ass. She howled plenty."
"That's how she gets her kicks. The more it hurts, the better she likes it."
"Well, you're not going to fuck me that way."
"I wouldn't think of it. I'll fuck you, darling, but not that way."
"What other way is there except with a dildo?"
"You'll be surprised. Come to my apartment."
"Well, Gilly has got a date tonight."
Mama snorted in an unladylike manner. "That little bitch can't make you happy."
"She is my roommate."
"I'm not putting her down. I like Gilly. But not when it comes to sex."
"We might try one session, just for an experiment."
"Fine."
"That is," Jennifer giggled, "if you don't mind a shaved cunt"
"I love them!"
"There is quite a little stubble growing. It will all be back before long."
As it was agreed, Jennifer went to her own apartment and undressed. Then she put on a robe and peeked into the hall. Seeing that the coast was clear, she ducked through Mama's unlocked door and found the gorgeous, Amazonian blonde stark naked. Jennifer was surprised at herself; how she caught her breath at the sight. Marna did assume command, and Jennifer allowed it, but remained ready to object if Marna became sadistically domineering.
"Come here, darling," Marna said, and led Jennifer into the bathroom.
Jennifer was puzzled. As Marna took her robe off and bent swiftly to kiss each distended nipple, Jennifer asked, "What are we going to do in here?"
"I'm going to give you a douche."
"But-"
"This is a different kind. It's flavored. I think I'd like raspberry today."
"Why, I never heard of such a thing!"
"It's the in thing now, darling. Lie down on the floor while I get the bag ready."
Totally bemused, Jennifer obeyed and found herself looking up at Marna as she poured the contents of an envelope into her douche bag and then ran a little water in.
"I never heard of such a thing," Jennifer repeated.
"It's not so new, really. You can buy the douche in several flavors in almost any drugstore."
She shook the bag and then knelt down and said, "Ok, sweetie. Pull your legs back and pucker up.
Feeling herself again to be in a totally unreal world, Jennifer closed her eyes and felt the long douche nozzle as it went smoothly up into her body.
Her thoughts were crazy and wild: God! Suppose someone had told me, a month ago, that I'd be lying on my back in a blonde's bathroom while she hosed a raspberry flavored douche up my cunt. I'd have called them crazy. But here I am, so I'm the crazy one.
As the warm, lazy fluid flowed into her, Jennifer heard Mama's soft, crooning voice.
"Does that feel good, sweetie?"
Jennifer surrendered completely. "I always liked douches. I used to take them. They made me so hot, sometimes I masturbated in order to get relief."
"I know a girl. She's married. Her husband does it to her."
"Gives her douches?"
"Uh-huh. He shoots her full and then makes her get on her hands and knees in the bathtub, and he fucks it out of her dog fashion."
"Fantastic."
Lost in a half-reverie, Jennifer suddenly realized that the douche nozzle had been withdrawn, and Marna was on her knees there between her legs. Mama grasped her ankles and pushed her legs far apart and upward.
Then she felt Mama's avid tongue.
Whether or not there was something in the douche to increase sensitivity, she never knew. But she did know that she was sharply conscious of the touch, even to the point of knowing the exact points the tongue touched: Oh, lord! She licked the length of my gash. I guess that was for openers. The lick on my asshole was quick. She didn't stay there. She went back up and ran her tongue around the edge of my gash. Now she's starting at the bottom, licking up the douche that's running out. The raspberry douche. I can hear her gulping. It must taste good. Now she's really down to business. She's got her big mouth right over the hole. Sucking-sucking-sucking. It feels so good. When she goes to work on my love button, I'll die. Her tongue's going in and out as though she can't get enough of me. Now she's sucking again. I must be dry by now. It must be all out. But she keeps right on sucking. God! My guts will come next. I'll go wrong side out!
But then, just as Jennifer felt an orgasm rising, Marna stopped.
"Now I'm going to show you something," she said.
"What are you going to show me?"
"I'm going to fuck you without a prick. And you'll like it a lot better."
Failing to understand, Jennifer watched as Marna wiped her out between her legs with a towel. Then she brought her to her feet and half-carried her to the bed.
Stretching Jennifer out lengthwise, Mama again assumed the position between her legs and smiled into her questioning face.
"'Now your ankles have to be almost touching your ears for this so that your whole cunt surface is flat."
Mama pushed Jennifer into the desired position but then showed concern by asking, "Does that hurt, darling? Are you uncomfortable?"
"No, I'm fine."
With excitement rising in her voice, Mama said, "Ok. Now I'll show you something."
Spreading her legs wide, she straddled Jennifer with a foot on either side of her taut, upturned thighs. Slowly, she lowered her body. Jennifer felt something small and hard touch her open vagina. She gasped.
She'd noticed that Jennifer had a well developed clitoris but hadn't realized its remarkable rigidity.
"My God!" Jennifer exclaimed. "We're-we're rubbing cunts."
"How about that?" Marna replied gayly.
"You've-you've got a prick!"
Mama laughed joyously, and Jennifer realized there was another side to the lovely, Amazonian blonde's personality; one different from the brutal sadist who worked Grace over. It became more obvious that Grace really wanted the brutality.
"Not exactly a prick, dear. But knowing how to use what you have is something. Does that feel good?"
It was a thrill Jennifer had not even dreamed of. The whole, huge, flat surface of Mama's distended womanhood was laid flat against her own. Marna rubbed gently.
"It's like-it's as though your cunt were a big mouth, swallowing mine!''
"It's only the beginning, sweet. Let's just rub a while."
Marna, without lifting her body, began to revolve in a circular fashion, rubbing the two hot, slippery surfaces together.
"Oh, my god! I think I'm going to come," Jennifer cried in wonder.
"Go ahead, sweetie. I'll make you blow half a dozen times before I'm through."
"But I don't want to, yet. I want to hold off and enjoy this. Who taught you this?"
"A woman I knew once. The woman who broke me in."
Jennifer pondered that for a few moments. Breaking Marna in must have been a wonderful experience for the woman. And for Marna. And for me too. The first time of anything is always the best. It's never the same again. So the thing to do is enjoy it to the hilt.
The wild, reckless feeling again. Jennifer reached back and was able to reach Mama's distended buttocks. She began caressing between them, playing with Mama, making love with her eager fingers.
"Darling," she whispered, "did anybody tell you that you've got a lovely asshole?"
Vulgar as the words were, there was a content of close, personal love in them.
Mama laughed. She went on revolving her hips, expertly pleasuring Jennifer, returning the love Jennifer felt.
Jennifer said, "If I had a prick I'd fuck you there, lover. Oh, I'd fuck you, and fuck you!"
"Maybe we can arrange it"
"With that artificial dingus?"
"What else?"
"No, it wouldn't be the same. I want to screw you with a cock of my own."
"We can't have everything, darling."
"No, but what you've got will do until everything comes along."
"Play with my nipples."
Mama was remarkably limber for a girl of her size. Without disturbing the contact of their two vaginas, she bent her upper body down, and the great, melon-like breasts came into proximity with Jennifer's face. She saw a huge, brown nipple close to her mouth. She opened her mouth and drew it in hungrily. Desperate to return some of the pleasure Marna was bringing her, she released the nipple, and her tongue became a hungry little instrument, licking all over the big breast, reveling in it, tasting it, somewhat like an appetizer for the feast to come.
When she returned to the nipple, it was even bigger than before. An elongated, brown grape filled with delightful juice.
Jennifer sucked it avidly and was rewarded with a trembling of Mama's upper torso.
New excitement came into Mama's voice as she said, "Bite it baby. Bite it hard. Chew it! Make me yell!"
Jennifer drove her teeth down hard into the elastic surface. Mama threw her head back and gritted her teeth.
Jennifer realized she had the big blonde curiously in her power: I could bite it off. Bite it off and chew it and eat it up. I wonder if a girl ever had her nipple bitten off in a love fight? Everything has happened sometime or other, so I suppose that's happened too. A girl coming away from a session minus one nipple. Or maybe two. It would be a dirty trick, though.
Marna had kept the rubbing action light, constant, and rhythmic, agitation reflecting only in her upper body. Jennifer had tried to keep her mind off what was happening there. Otherwise she would have exploded.
Mama's voice now came raggedly as she said, "Behind, darling! Again. Your finger."
Understanding, Jennifer clung tight to the nipple with her teeth and sent the forefinger of her right hand on the trip Mama demanded. The cream of their passion was flowing copiously now, and everything down there was velvety smooth. She rammed her finger home. Mama's breasts jerked, but her posterior remained steady, the rhythm not breaking as she again threw her head back and gritted her teeth.
"Two fingers-three!"
Jennifer bunched her fingers and drove in hard. A need to be vicious encompassed her. Four fingers bunched now, and she felt the warm cream touch her knuckles as she reached the circle of distended muscle.
"I'm fucking you!" Jennifer marveled.
It was the way she had seen Mama abuse Grace, and her respect for Mama rose. She could take it as well as dish it out Mama was reaching an unbearable peak. She said, "Ok, darling. This is it. Get ready."
"Is there more?" Jennifer asked wonderingly.
Marna grinned and a look of concentration came into her eyes. Then Jennifer's eyes opened wide.
"We're rubbing clits!"
"That's right. The other is just a warm-up. Now for the real thing."
The big blonde's precision was fantastic. Her clitoris, thick, hard, prodding, found that of Jennifer and began pushing it, harrying it, making a kind of love to it that Jennifer had never known before; had never dreamed of in her most erotic fantasies.
Mama's hips were now working in more masculine fashion, rutting Jennifer, skillfully bringing her toward a peak.
"My god! You are fucking me!"
"That's the general idea," Mama gasped.
The unnatural position, the exertion, was telling on her. Each rut brought a labored grunt now as she brought her lover toward a climax. Her teeth were bared, and the look in her eyes was a kind of madness; her whole manner turning into a vicious wildness of passion.
"I'll fuck-you till-you can't stand up."
A crazy thought came into Jennifer's roiling mind: A woman who should have been a man-trying to act like one.
"Yes-yes," Jennifer heard herself pleading. "Yes!"
"When I get through, your ass will hang to your knees!"
"Anything! Anything."
The rutting became more vicious, Mama's remarkable clitoris slamming down on Jennifer's in a frenzy. The bed was soaked.
"I can't stand it!" Jennifer screamed.
But at the same time, she wrapped her legs around Mama's heaving body and clung to her.
In a sudden counterattack of viciousness, Jennifer saw Mama's mouth open in labored breathing. Mama's tongue came out, and Jennifer seized it in her teeth and pulled it out farther.
An animal sound of protest, came from Mama's throat.
She tore her tongue loose, and Jennifer, her voice free, yelled, "Oh, god! You're pulling my guts out."
In order to muffle the final screams of ecstasy, their mouths came together, opening, yearning, slobbering out frantic love, and they screamed down each other's throats.
The orgasms came simultaneously, in perfect accord. For long moments, they were ecstasy-demented animals. Then Mama collapsed and Jennifer felt her big body slide off on the river of sweat that was spouting from all their pores.
Jennifer passed out.
When she came to, something relaxing and pleasant was happening. A tongue. Gently now, with no desire to raise passion, Marna was down between her legs, feasting on the passion flow, lapping it up off Jennifer's exhausted womanhood like a great, hungry cat.
After a while, her face came into view. She was smiling.
"There, you're all cleaned up. If that isn't service, I don't know what is."
"Now let me lick you."
"Too late. I'm all dried out." They lay in each other's arms in silent understanding. Jennifer was confused now, torn.
Thoughts went through her mind: Was this just a seduction? If I surrender to her, will it be different? I think I'm in love with her- but I don't know. I'm afraid. If I do surrender will she ram that dildo up my ass? Her whole arm into my cunt the way she does with Grace?
She's so much bigger than I am. When she gets me down she could do anything to me, and I wouldn't be able to help myself. I wonder if you can learn to like it-the brutal fucking and buggering? I don't think I would. Still, I guess I'm in love with her, and I'd want to make her happy. I don't know. It's all so crazy.