Chapter 16

Mary had come a long way in a few short weeks. She had hitchhiked across the country, been to bed with several older men, spent a night in jail and now, in San Diego, another experience awaited her.

Ms. Lavage rose from her chair to stretch her legs. She was shorter than Mary had first imagined. Ms. Lavage had lots of style. She walked like a mo­vie star, every tiny movement commanding atten­tion and respect. When the Frenchwoman's hands slipped behind to unfasten the zipper that held her dress together, Mary was shocked.

The garment fell to the floor, revealing a deli­cate and decidedly beautiful body. Her breasts were smaller than Mary's, but the nipples were sensuously large. Mary did not know that Ms. Lav­age greased her nipples with turtle oil each morning to make them stand out. Her legs were long and thin, like stalks of celery, and her buttocks were flat, the cheeks barely moving when she strutted across the floor dressed only in her vinyl boots.

"Put your nose to the floor," Ms. Lavage or­dered.

Mary closed her eyes and lowered her head between her arms. She heard the crazy French­woman circling her, the tiny chains clinking on her boots. Mary was tense. What did this Ms. Lav­age have in store for her? A draft of cool air blew under Mary's spread legs, cooling her wet, tortured cunt.

"Why is she still dressed?" Ms. Lavage demand­ed. Hearing the clickity clack of her boots, Mary peaked through over her arm just long enough to see Ms. Lavage pull what looked like a razor from a small desk.

"Hold her legs," she ordered.

The two brothers grabbed Mary's arms and legs, holding her down while Lavage pulled Mary's blue jeans tight and began slitting the material with the razor.

"Hey, what are you... "

"You shut your fucking mouth," snapped John. "Just lie down and shut up."

Mary could feel the denim coming apart under the razor's edge. Ms. Lavage worked expertly, fol­lowing the seams with the blade, being careful not to nick the tender white skin beneath.

Squatting down so her boots touched her rump, Lavage began to sweat. Her pussy, a black forest of pubic hair, sponged up the sickly sweet smelling juice that seeped from her slit.

Mary bit her lip. She was scared half to death of the woman holding the razor. As her pants were cut away, goosebumps spread across the back of her thighs and along the twin humps of her butt.

"Most beautiful," Lavage breathed. Pulling on Mary's panties, she made a swipe with the razor and the flimsy garment shredded.

Lavage was struck by Mary's large, white cheeks. They wiggled wonderfully once freed of the cotton panties, and the goosebumps made Mary that much more appealing Lavage caressed one fatty cheek with the nail of her finger.

"Ooooohhh!" Mary gasped. She forgot about the two brothers who watched like vultures from the corner. She raised her leg and rolled on the floor, naked, drawing her hands down to her thighs and loins and back along the swell of her butt. Her swollen breasts and pinched nipples pressed into the warm carpet, teasing. Whoever this Lavage woman was, she really knew how to work a woman's body. Mary stared up at the two vinyl boots on either side of her head. Following upward, her eyes rested on Lavage's hairy cunt. For a minute she did nothing. The woman was staring at her, the brown eyes exploring Mary's buttocks and squirming legs. The room was filled with the labored noises of their breathing. Mary felt a terrible itch deep inside the folds of her cunt. She reached under her stomach and tried to scratch.

"What the hell are you doing?" said Lavage.

"I itch," Mary said, worming her hips. "I itch down there."

Suddenly the two brothers came forward. Getting the nod from Lavage, they grabbed Mary's thighs and rolled the struggling girl over on her back.

Mary fought them, afraid, their fingers digging into her skin, her mind spinning with humiliation and self loathing as she rolled over, exposing the bushy mound of her twat.

"Get her legs apart, Alfred," John said, seiz­ing a thigh.

He always liked this part of Lavage's act. She was a screwy broad and sometimes her French in­solence got to be too much, and then he had to knock her down a peg or two. But working over the girls was Lavage's specialty, and she had raised it to a high art.

Mary twisted and turned, moving her hips, struggling helplessly while her arms and legs stretched out wide. Lavage was kneeling down between her thighs, and Mary could feel the Frenchie close to her skin, and she fought all the harder. There was something evil about Lavage, not only that she was a woman it went deeper than that.

"Damn you! Let me go!" Mary cried.

Instead, Mary felt a hot tongue play with the puffy hair on her cunt. It went around and around, toying with her cunt fuzz, twirling the long strands into tight little balls.

Down inside all that fuzz was a wonderful little clitoris. After some searching with her wet lips, Lavage managed to find the button and nip tenderly at it with her teeth.

The tender little bud, sweet as a candy kiss, tensed up, trembled for a moment, then went pop like a firecracker. Mary jerked her hips. A white hot flame shot up her cunt and along her spine. Lavage continued her quest in Mary's cunt, teasing and licking and sucking until Mary was screaming.

"Ohhhh, please stop!" Mary cried.

Of course Lavage didn't stop. She kept working the girl's tender cunt, spreading the labia and lick­ing the swollen edges with her wet tongue. And she didn't stop there.

Lavage was an expert in her business. She had her fingers slipping over, caressing every inch of Mary's skin. Somehow the agile hands kept one step ahead of Mary's twisting, eager flesh. Every move brought a different hand stroke. Each turn of hip or arch in the back brought wave after wave of pleasure.

The men holding her to the floor seemed re­mote. Mary no longer felt their hands pushing her down. She rolled and played whatever game Ms. Lavage had in mind for her. The tongue now dic­tated her movements.

And the tongue seemed to be everywhere.

"Man, look at the Frenchie," John said, ad­miring Lavage's extraordinary work. Her tongue slipped in and out of Mary's cunt like a thrusting cock, then dragged along her crease, moving back to the girl's tender butt slit. Again she plunged into Mary's crack, finding the wrinkled pleasure but­ton buried under swollen butt cheeks.

"Ooooooo!" Mary moaned. Her pleasure bud stood out like an acorn between the parted labia. A thick ridge of pubic hair surrounded her clit. Lavage pulled her face back, her eyes examining the pink nub of flesh. It wiggled, glimmering like a ruby, wagging like an unspoken invitation.

Lavage dug her fingernails along the ridge of Mary's crack. The girl gasped as the hard lacquered nails ran along the tender flesh. Up and down they went, racing faster and faster, each stroke opening her cunt hole further.

Mary was screaming now, her shrill voice pierc­ing the deadly calm. "Aaaaahhhh!" she screamed. Up came her rump, her hips twisting. Pleasure funneled through her wet channel. It was only the beginning.

Mary shuddered, her whole body contorting in a long, slow undulation. As Lavage worked her cunt, Mary thought of her sinful pleasure. She was making love to another woman! It was terrible! The guilt flooded her brain. The pain was so im­mense that she was almost sick. Then fingers were gliding up her hole. She twisted against them, the spasms of joy racing through her brain and erasing whatever doubt remained.

Even then, Mary knew this session was not over. Though the woman licked and sucked and stroked her genitals, working her tongue through the crease so her asshole was as wet as her cunt, Mary realized the trio was preparing her for still another test.

The two brothers pinned her arms and the Frenchwoman was everywhere, crawling over her sweaty body like a leech. When Mary forced her eyes open she saw Ms. Lavage's rump staring back at her face, not six inches away. Down her rump came. Ms. Lavage's skin was satiny smooth and the pink ravine was nicely scrubbed, bare as a baby's bottom. Lavage was rocking back and forth, using her two fingers like a cock to fuck Mary's cunt. Her ass came lower and still lower, her wide, hairy crack flaring out so her pink sphincter was only a few inches from Mary's nose.

Oh, I have to lick her asshole, screamed a tiny voice locked away in Mary's brain.

The thought was repugnant. She had done it once already, but that seemed light years away. And yet, with Lavage nearly squatting on Mary's mouth, forcing her anus down, demanding to be licked and eaten, what other choice did she have?

The man called John had done it. She still had sensations in her butt from when his wet tongue had curled into a shaft and drilled her asshole. It was like a dog licking her rump, a very weird feeling that repulsed and thrilled her at the same moment.

Well, if I have to, I will, she thought. And she closed her eyes and parted her lips. A stab of pleasure zinged from her cunt, a wild movement. It was Lavage's fingers, it had to be. Mary started fucking those fingers in wild memory of the huge cocks which had been inside her cunt. And de­spite the humiliation of licking another woman's butt, she wouldn't deny herself. Her cunt felt too good. Arching her neck, Mary parted her lips, felt the hot flesh ease down on her face. She shot her tongue out.

"Aaaahhhh!" Lavage groaned. A pencil thin bolt of pleasure, burning hot as a gas flame, shot through her rectum. Immediately, she jammed Mary's hole with another finger.

The result was electrifying. Mary rebounded against the floor and jammed her tongue deep into the sphincter. It was like a switch had been turned on in her cunt. She heard excited noises followed by laughter. Her twat was puckered up like the mouth of a volcano, and just as hot, too. Lavage's fingers pulled out and her vagina shrank down firm and tight.

"Hurrrrry!" Lavage said.

John nudged Alfred. The French broad was squatting down on the girl's face and from the slurping sounds coming from Frenchie's rump, the girl wasn't wasting any time using that tongue. There wasn't any need for Alfred to hold down her arm. Mary wasn't going anywhere.

"Damn, John, these two broads make me so damn hard! Look at my cock. It's big as a tele­phone pole."

"Get the damn dildo," snapped John. "Save your hard on for later."

John seriously wondered about his brother's antic behavior. Any man would get a hard on watching these two women attack each other like sharks going after raw meat. John had a hard on that threatened to jump through his pants. Shit, he wanted to fuck. Even Lavage would satisfy his savage lust. His eyes went down her thin shoul­ders and along her spine to her ripe, fluttering cheeks and then down to the vinyl boots. He almost had to laugh. She was such a clown. Grab her by the throat, slap the broad's face three or four times and then stick your cock in her cunt while she's scared and shaky. He knew how to handle dykes. All this bullshit about the vinyl and razors was all show. It might scare a girl, but not him!

"Here it is," shouted Alfred, scampering back.

In one hand he held the long plastic cock Ms. Lavage used to break the girls in. In the other, Alfred held the real thing. He had stripped off his clothes and was frantically masturbating.

"I sometimes wonder," began John. But Mary moaned as Lavage's asshole went squeak against her lips, and he grabbed the dildo from his broth­er's outstretched hand and gave it to Lavage.

The French Lesbian looked terribly uncomfort­able. Her slim buttocks were hunching back and forth across Mary's face, her flesh twitching with each forward movement. Lavage looked exhausted. Sweat dribbled from her brow and ran down her neck and over the ripe strawberry colored nipples jutting from the ends of her tits. The sneering mouth was soft, oddly vulnerable. Her dark eyes, flashing like broken glass only minutes before, were soft and moist. John watched, surprised at this change in the fabled French hooker. He smiled. "I never thought I'd see the day," he said.

Lavage turned away, hiding her face from his gloating eyes as she gripped the dildo. There was no hiding the lust and desire she felt. Lavage had made love countless times and never, not once, had she felt so excited. Holding the girl's mound, lick­ing the labia with her lips had caused spasms after spasm to shoot through her cunt and all of her body, taking her brain right out of her head.

She tingled from the top of her scalp to the bottom of her feet, sweating inside the vinyl boots. It's happened. I didn't want it to. I thought I was tougher than that. And John knows it happened. I'll never be the same!

Now, revealed in a frank, naked way she'd never thought possible, Lavage was shaking, ting­ling, fear rattling her shredded composure. She held the dildo by the handle. The conical head angled away from her wrist like a dagger. Lavage felt a surge of strength. Fuck her cunt! Fuck her cunt and be strong! The words came to her sud­denly. She pushed her ass down on Mary's mouth and looked at the huge mound covered with the silky blonde hair. What a beautiful cunt! The red rim of her labia was peaking through the hair pile and the soft willing flesh waited eagerly for her stabbing arm.

In! Stick it in! Lavage held her breath, feeling her nipples throbbing, her breasts shaking. The tongue kept licking in her rump. She brought her hand high over her head, then arched down­ward.

Mary's belly had tensed up. She eagerly await­ed Lavage's tender, loving red lips at her clitoris, stirring joy in her honeypot.

When the dildo went in, it formed a bulge. Mary wagged, then twisted and finally flattened out against the floor. It kept getting wider and wider and wider. The dildo opened her chasm and pushed back her sensitive labia and stretched her cunt to the breaking point.

Mary shrieked. A hard, pounding pain enveloped her crotch. It rose upward and engulfed her womb. She started to tingle all over, her butt shaking and shimeying.

"Aaaaaaahhhhh!" she gasped, sucking in lung­fuls of air.

Then the dildo was clicked out and electricity started to spit out through the batteries and into her wet, sticky cunt, and then things really got moving.

And in one hell of a hurry.