Chapter 8
I didn't know what to do when I saw the terror on Cindy's face. Her lips were trembling and she stared up at the ceiling in an attempt to avoid my gaze.
I'm sorry, Paul," she finally said. "I guess I should have told you the truth a long, long rime ago. There were many times when I tried. I guess I'm just a coward. I never had the courage to be honest with you."
"Well, why don't you try being honest now? Tell me all about it. How long have you been a Lesbian? Is it a recent development?"
Cindy lit up a cigarette: "No, not at all. I've been a Lesbian ever since I was sixteen years old."
"Ever since you were sixteen?" I repeated in disbelief. "You mean that you were that way even before we got married, even before the two of us met."
"Yes, I'm afraid so."
I felt angry. Our marriage had been a stupid Joke, a tragic mistake. If she had been normal, then perhaps we could have worked out our problems. Now suddenly everything became clear to me.
"Why?" I asked. "Why did you marry me? Why the hell did you marry me? Do you realize the unhappiness that you caused?"
I'm sorry," replied Cindy. "But I was in love with you in my own way. I thought that if I was married to a man, everything would be all right I thought that you would be able to make a heterosexual out of me. But I guess that I was wrong."
Christine, completely naked, was still lying on the bed, not certain what she should do. I could see that she wanted to leave, but she seemed afraid. Her soft, voluptuous body sent a wild thrill up my spine.
"You say that you were a Lesbian since you were sixteen?" I asked. Tell me how you became one."
"Are you really interested?"
"Sure," I replied. "I mean, you look like a perfectly normal girl, certainly not like one of those dykes that one reads about in the newspapers."
Cindy laughed: "It's a common misconception among heterosexuals that Lesbians are somewhat different from other women. Most Lesbians are able to blend in as easily as I was able to. Most Lesbians are young, and pretty and very feminine. It's just that we prefer making love to other women, rather than to men. It brings us more pleasure."
"Is that why you pretended to be frigid with me?" I asked.
"Yes," nodded Cindy. "That's part of the reason. I was terrified of your organ. When you used to put it into me I sometimes felt as though I was being torn apart. Making love to you made me feel dirty."
"You mean that you never enjoyed it?"
"Yes," replied Cindy. "I tried very much to have fun, but it was impossible. When you fucked me, I never had any pleasure."
"Not even in the beginning of our marriage?" I asked. "You mean to tell me that I never gave you any sexual satisfaction?"
"No, you never did," explained Cindy. "When I went to bed with you, I had to grit my teeth. Afterwards I would usually go and vomit. I hated it when you put your ugly little cock inside of my vagina. It terrified me."
"And you're not terrified when you're in bed with a woman? Don't you feel somewhat ashamed?"
"Not at all," replied Cindy. "When I make love to another woman it's soft and it's tender and very pleasurable. How can I describe to you the ecstasy that I'm able to achieve?"
I felt sick. I could hardly stand on my feet and so I pulled out a chair and sat down.
"Tell me," I said. "Tell me how it all started with you. How did you become a Lesbian?"
"Well," sighed Cindy. "It's a long story. I was sixteen at the time and I attended an all girl high school. I was very shy, and I was never very popular with boys. Most of my friends had dates, while I stayed home and listened to the radio or watched the television."
"Oh...."
Cindy closed her eyes for a second, as though she was trying to recapture the flavor of the past, as though she was trying to relive again the memories of her youth.
"I had a girlfriend named Leslie," continued Cindy. "She was two years older than me, and she showed a very great interest in me. At first the two of us were as close as sisters, always going to the movies together, always calling each other up on the telephone."
"Is she the first one you had an affair with?"
"Yes," replied my wife. "I stayed over at her house one night, which is when it happened. I remember that night quite vividly, and I don't think that I shall ever forget it as long as I five. Leslie and I had gone bowling, and when we returned home we were both feeling a bit tired. Leslie suggested that we take a bath together, so that we could wash one another's back."
"I see."
"Yes," nodded Cindy. "I think that I must have known all along what she had in mind. But being sixteen and lonely, I didn't resist."
"Was that what drove you into her arms?" I asked. "Was it loneliness?"
"Yes, it was loneliness and sexual frustration," explained Cindy. "I was a horny bitch when I was a teenager. You can't imagine how bad it can sometimes be for a young girl. That night, as Leslie unhooked my brassiere, and helped me off with my bloomers and my stockings, I felt a sense of relief. I felt like I was being freed from the chains which had kept me enslaved all through the years."
"Was she your first sexual experience?" I asked.
"Not exactly," replied Cindy. "Well, I might as well be honest with you. When I was fifteen years old, I was molested by an encyclopedia salesman. I had let him into the apartment and he had attacked me."
"He fucked you?"
"No," whispered Cindy. "But he made me do all sorts of disgusting things to him."
"Like what?"
"Like taking his cock into my mouth," explained Cindy. "I never told anyone about it, because I was afraid that I would be blamed. I was afraid that my parents would say that I had provoked him, that I had led him on."
"Oh...."
"Yes, my parents had a very funny attitude towards girls who were molested. They never blamed the rapist. My father used to say, If a girl gets raped, she was probably asking for it.'"
"Is that why you never told him about the encyclopedia salesman?" I asked.
"Yes," replied Cindy. "That's why I never told anyone about it. Many nights I would go to sleep and cry when I remembered what that man did to me. I think that I hated men from that day on."
"But it wasn't until my affair with Leslie that I actually became a Lesbian," explained Cindy. "Oh, it was simply marvelous what she did to me. First she helped me off with my clothes and then I helped her off with hers. Then the two of us climbed into the bathtub together. The water was warm, and soapy, and I remember the wild thrill that shot through my body as Leslie began to caress me. She kissed me softly on my face and on my young breasts. She swallowed them up in her mouth, and chewed on them hungrily. I closed my eyes as her hands reached down between my thighs. I was still a virgin at the time, and she put her finger into my hole and ruptured my cherry."
"Did it hurt?"
"Oh, a little bit," nodded Cindy. "But compared to the pleasure which she gave me, the pain was inconsequential. She rubbed my pussy till I climaxed. Then I did the same for her."
"Oh...."
"Later that night, while her parents were asleep, Leslie came to my room and jumped under the covers with me. She opened up my pajama top and then she pulled down my bottoms so that I was completely naked. Then she reached down with her face and she kissed me between my legs."
"You mean, she ate your cunt?"
"Yes, that's what she did," nodded Cindy. "She continued to eat me until I came again. I left a big wet pussy stain on the sheets which I noticed the next morning when I woke up. That's how hot she got me."
"I see," I smiled. "How long did your affair with Leslie last?"
"Oh, it lasted for quite awhile," replied Cindy. "I kept seeing her for about a year or so, until she left for California."
"Did you have any other relationships before you met me?"
Cindy seemed quite casual as she nodded.
"Yes," she said. "After Leslie, I fell into that type of life quite easily. You would really be surprised if you knew to what degree Lesbianism was popular at my high school. I would say that half the girls in attendance had at least one experience before graduation."
"Oh...."
"Sure," nodded Cindy. "If you throw a bunch of young, sexually mature girls together, things like that are bound to, occur. I remember a freshman named Sharon whom I made it with. And then there was my biology teacher."
"Oh, come on, you don't expect me to believe that you went to bed with one of your woman teachers!!!"
"Well, it's true whether you believe it or not," replied my wife Cindy. "Miss Janice Stimpson was in her early forties and she liked me very much. One. evening she invited me over to her home for dinner. You see, she wanted to discuss my grades with me."
"Why?"
"Because I was doing poorly in biology," explained Cindy. "She thought that a little private tutoring would help me. Well, you know, she was a spinster and I could tell that she was very frustrated."
"Oh...."
"Well, I made a pass at her," whispered Cindy. "I kissed her hand, and touched her breasts."
"What did she do?"
"She didn't do anything," replied Cindy. "I helped her off with her sweater, and then with her brassiere. Then I hiked up her skirt and undid her sweaty girdle and put my hand up against her cunt"
"Did she resist you?"
"No," said Cindy. "No girl has ever resisted me. I have a knack when it comes to seduction. I know just who to pick as a partner. I can tell whether or not a girl is ready to go to bed with me. Why, as I have already told Christine, since we moved to this house, I've managed to seduce more than half of the women in the community. Oh, it's simply marvelous."
When Christine heard her name mentioned, she jumped. Her warm, voluptuous body was spread out delightfully across the bed. She was a full, buxom blonde, with plenty of flesh in just the right places.
"Oh Cindy," she said. "Can I go now?"
"If you want to," replied my wife.
"Wait a second," I said. "Why do you want to leave? Didn't you come up here for sex?"
"Yes," replied Christine. "Your wife made me come up here. I was feeling a little bit lonely. But I'm not a Lesbian. I'm normal."
"Yeah," I laughed. "You sure are normal. Did anyone ever tell you that you have the most delightful little ass in the whole world. My wife sure knows how to pick them, doesn't she?"
"You like her honey?" asked Cindy. "Would you like to fuck her?"
"Would I like to fuck her?" I asked. "What the hell kind of a question is that? Look at how big my cock is. I feel as though it's going to pop out of my pants. Sure I would like to fuck this bitch."
"Hey, wait a second," said Christine. "I don't like it when you call me a bitch. And I don't like the way the two of you are talking about me as if I was just a sack of potatoes."
"Oh, I'm sorry if we've given you that impression," said Cindy. "You're not a sack of potatoes. You're a bundle of Pussy."
Christine tried to get up from the bed, and walk out of the room. But before she could take a step, Cindy grabbed hold of her long, blonde tresses, and pulled her back to the mattress and threw her down.
Meanwhile I already had unbuckled my belt and was pulling down my trousers. I felt aroused, and I wondered what it would be like to make love to a stranger while my wife was watching.
"Shit! !" I laughed as I rolled off my jockey shorts. My cock was hard and erect, pointing up in the air like a damn flagpole.
"Hey, what are you two going to do to me?? " asked Christine. She seemed frightened, trapped.
"Don't worry about a thing," replied my wife. "We're both going to take care of you in our own way."
"I'm afraid."
"Don't be afraid honey," laughed my wife, a wicked expression creeping across her lips. She jumped onto the bed, on top of Christine and she started to kiss her on the mouth.
"Don't be afraid honey," my wife repeated. "My husband is going to take care of you the way you like it. Look at him. Look how big and hard his cock is. Isn't it the best looking thing that you've ever seen?"
"Let me out of here," begged Christine.
"Shush," warned Cindy, as she grabbed the blonde-haired woman by her mammoth breasts and started to squeeze them. Christine seemed to respond in a most delightful way, closing her eyes and breathing very heavily. I jumped onto the bed, and grabbed hold of her ankles and pulled them apart. She offered a little resistance at first, but soon she surrendered completely.
"Oh, please don't hurt me," she begged. "Please don't hurt me."
"We're going to make love to you," promised Cindy. "That's not painful, now is it?"
My wife and I began to kiss the blonde woman's body. While Cindy kissed her face, I kissed her thighs, and her calves. I reached up with my hand to her blonde muff and I tickled it with my middle finger. Then I drilled my way inside, deep into the murky softness of her wet vagina.
"How does it feel?" asked Cindy. "Do you like her cunt?"
"Yes!!!"
"So do I," replied Cindy, who bent over with her mouth and started to lick the lips of Christine's vagina, alternately kissing it and biting it. Suddenly Cindy looked at my meaty cock and she kissed it also.
"Even a Lesbian knows a good thing when she sees it," Cindy laughed. "Go on and put your cock into my mouth."
"Sure," I replied. While Cindy opened up her lips, I wiggled it in. I felt strange, because I had never been in bed with two women before. While my wife proceeded to chew on my erection, I continued to manipulate Christine's naked pussy with my hand. I rolled my fingers into the deep, dark hole. I drilled them inside, one at a time. I tickled her, and I squeezed her and I massaged her in a most delightful manner.
Meanwhile, Cindy continued to lave my hard penis with her tongue. She seemed to have lost all inhibitions and was concerned only with sexual gratification. She spit my cock out of her mouth, and she turned to kiss Christine's breasts. Then she returned to my genitals. She switched back and forth in an almost feverish manner, licking my testicles and then biting Christine's creamy white breasts.
"Hey, this is great," she exclaimed, grabbing my long, erect organ with both of her hands. She rolled it in her palms, pulling on it, and beating it softly with her fingers. She mauled it with her nails, and squeezed it in her fists, and bit it with her teeth.
Suddenly I felt like I was going to explode.
"Hey, I want to fuck someone," I said.
Tuck the cow," Cindy suggested.
"You mean her?" I asked.
"Sure, that's just who I mean," replied Cindy. "I want to watch while you fuck her."
I climbed on top of Christine, and I felt as though I was going to burst. Her cunt was soft and creamy, as I jammed my rod into it. She held me tightly with her womanly muscles, grinding me up like a hunk of meat
"Shit" I cried. I'm coming!! ! I'm coming!!!"
Suddenly, and uncontrollably, I ejaculated, pouring my semen into her warm receptacle. I shot it all over her and she was hot and gooey when I pulled myself out. I could see some of my come dripping from the edges of her labia.
"Oh, let me lick it off," cried Cindy. "Please let me lick it off."
There was plenty of semen surrounding my semi-soft penis. Cindy bent over and ticked it off with her tongue. She sucked the last remaining drops out of my throbbing organ. Then she ticked my balls up, and she kissed my loins.
"I like the way it tastes," she laughed, before turning to Christine, who we were using the way someone would use a slave. Cindy made her spread her legs apart and then began to lick her up. First she ticked the semen from the labial fold that guarded the entrance to her vagina. Then she inserted her tongue through the vestibule, into the honey pot and she licked it clean.
I watched with ardor as my wife performed cunnilingus on the blonde-haired divorcee. I was sitting behind her on the bed so I could see the rosy red cheeks of her ass staring me in the face. Suddenly I attacked them with my mouth. While Cindy continued to lap up the juices that were dripping out of Christine's cunt, I began to kiss Cindy's ass. I inserted my tongue into the crack, all the way up her tight little anus. She was a little salty tasting, but the flavor was quite delightful.
So it went for the rest of the afternoon, as I made love to the two women. I can't explain the thrill which I experienced, being in bed with both of them. I must have fucked Christine two or three times, and once I came in Cindy's hands. Later we all fell asleep, and slept well into the night. The next morning, my energy returned to me, so I fucked Christine again, while Cindy watched.
"Can I fuck you now?" I asked my wife.
"No," she replied. "I simply don't like the idea of you putting your tool into my vagina. I'm still a Lesbian, you know."
"Oh, come off it," I protested. "Why won't you let me do it to you?"
"Because I don't want you to," replied Cindy. "And that's that. I'm not a cow, like her. I'm not a urinal, for you to piss inside of."
"Oh, please," I begged, wanting her more than I ever wanted anyone before. "Please let me put it into you!! ! Please!!!"
"Okay," Cindy finally said. "You can do it in my ass, if you want to. I like it in the ass."
"That's how I did it to you the first time."
"Yeah!!!"
Cindy turned over on the bed, and moved her rump in my direction. I stared at the rosy red cheeks and I felt my body surge with energy. Suddenly I fell on her and jammed my cock into her anus. It took me a long time to come, but when I came I was a very happy man.