Chapter 3
My 33 year old stepdaughter, Cissy, had been at the Country Club for a tennis match when I had returned from the cocktail party. But I looked out the back window of the bedroom and saw her Ferrari in the parking area. The big car was not there yet, so that meant Ken and Kenneth had not arrived. However, Cissy was somewhere in the house! I dressed in a mini-sheath quickly and started down the stairs to fix myself some coffee. I wanted to sober up very much, so that I could present the situation very logically to Kenneth.
"Hi! Hi, Norma!" Cissy's voice greeted me as I passed by the den. "Does Father know you're going out with one of your old girlfriends tonight? You know how he feels about . . . well, intimate associations between those of the same sex. . . ."
"Oh, goddam you, Cissy!" I screamed at the complacent divorcee who was my stepdaughter. "Jeanne is a very dear and old friend of mine from Texas. I haven't seen her in almost ten years. Do you . . . have to be so nosy . . . suspicious?"
"Of course not, Norma . . . my dear stepmother!" she growled at me, her shiny teeth showing. "But I know about Denyse DeFontayne and her type, Mother. Miss DeFontayne is one of the biggest, most influential dykes in New York! If your friend is staying with her . . . working for her . . . she must be a great Lesbian doll!"
"Cissy ... I don't know what you're talking about!" I lied, then became very relieved as I heard Kenneth and Ken come in the front door. "Oh, darling, it's so good to see you home again. I hope. . . ."
"It must be two hundred degrees in this goddam weather!" Kenneth growled in his gravel voice, facing me with his sparse and unkempt graying hair blown all around. "I'll see you upstairs after I shower, my dear."
Kenneth labored up the big, spiral stairway in the living room, and I was left alone at the doorway to the den with Cissy and Ken. Ken looked at the cynical smile on his sister's lips, then at me. Ken is a slim, lithe, young-appearing man of 36, with blonde hair and a pretty face, all adding up to a slightly effete picture. But I knew only too well that he was anything but gay.
"What's up, Sis?" he asked, walking into the den and brushing his swollen trouser leg across the front of my robe and trying to help himself to a feel of my breasts. "You've got that look in your eye!"
"Nothing, really," she said with a shrug, shaking her long brown hair around and out of her face. "At least, Norma says it's nothing. It seems an old girlfriend of hers from Texas, a lovable 23 year old blonde, has come to work as a model for Denyse DeFontayne. The girl's living with the famous dyke! And our precious stepmother is going over there to visit her tonight."
"Uh-huh!" Ken exclaimed after a long, low whistle as he looked me up and down and licked his lips. "You'll be eating out then ... no need to have supper here. Ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha......"
"Keep your voice down, Ken!" Cissy rapped at him with a sneer. "Although we should tell Father where she's going, I don't want him so upset."
"I wonder if Ken knows about the long, relaxing baths and massages Lisette gives you, Cissy?" I said, trying to fight back. No wonder you wanted to hire her. She's very sexy . . . isn't she?"
"That goddam little French slut!" Cissy cursed softly, but her bitterness ruined the pretty face and accented her spontaneous outburst. "What did she tell you? Out with it, Norma!"
"Nothing at all," I lied, not wanting to get Lisette in trouble. "I was ... just passing your room one day and thought I heard you crying. I peeped in and you were in the bathroom . . . Lisette was bathing you ... in her bra and panties. I think she had just started. . . ."
"What an evil mind you have!" Cissy cut in, leaning forward over the desk so that her big, braless breasts beneath the revealing jersey blouse lay on the green blotter. "Lisette is my body-servant. I've always had my maids bathe me. My husbands never complained."
She fixed me with a stare, but she had given herself away by the previous outburst. I had scared her sufficiently, so I decided to let the matter go for the time being. The way Ken looked from Cissy to me hinted that there might even be more to the relationship than I had imagined. Perhaps he too was involved with Lisette and ... his own sister!
I turned around and went upstairs without saying anything else. Instead of being afraid of what they might tell Ken, I was filled with a new feeling of confidence. Perhaps, I thought, Cissy might be only pretending to feel angry because I was going to see an old girlfriend at Denyse DeFontayne's. Could it be that she was jealous?; "Ah, just in time, my dear!" Kenneth said when I came in the bedroom and closed the door, and he was coming out of the bathroom nude. "Ah, what a nice feeling to let the air conditioning roll over a freshly bathed body on a day like this. Glad this is the early-off day for me."
He had not completely dried off and tossed a big Turkish towel across the bed before lying down on his back and spreading his thin, veined legs. Kenneth was not a good-looking man, and I doubted that he ever had been. However, even at 68, he was not repulsive either. The hair on his body was gray, except for the salt and pepper effect of his large growth of pubic hair.
I smiled, stripped and walked around the bed naked, a ritual that he expected of me when he came home and bathed and lay there with his legs open. He smiled and reached down to play with the small, impotent morsel of a cock that was almost buried in his pubic hairs. I smoothed my hands seductively up the sides of my body, then cupped my breasts and handled them very suggestively.
"Darling, I hope you don't mind if I go out to- night," I said, not wanting to bring the subject up at the dinner table. "And old girlfriend of mine from Houston called me today. She just arrived and wants me to meet her for a drink or two at her hotel tonight. . . ."
"Of course, I don't mind, Norma," he told me, raising his legs and moving his slim ass around on the bed. "Do you want me to have Jim drive you down?"
"It's so foolish to drive all the way in to Manhattan," I said, thumbing my nipples until they became redder and swollen. "And I won't be going until late. Maybe Jim or Ken could give me a drive to Pleasantville or White Plains to catch a train . . or I could get a cab."
"Whatever . . . you like, my dear," Kenneth told me with a wave of his hand. "Good for you to get out with young people every now and then. Wear the new outfit I gave you for your birthday. That'll make all the men drool . . . ha! And you're all mine] They can look but not touch. May take you a little longer to get dressed . . . but you can make it. We'll be eating in another half hour. Now, my dear....."
I faced him and placed my fingers in my pussy, letting them go in and out slowly so that he could hear the wetness and see the gleaming juices on my fingers. As he watched, Kenneth played vigorously and unceasingly with his little cock. He groaned and grunted and told me how sexy I was.
"Open the beautiful cunt, my dear . . . beautiful young cunt ... all mine!" he panted, his eyes growing grotesquely large. "Pull out the meat . . . the inside lips. Ah....."
I held my outside lips stretched to either side, then kept pulling at the inside lips that were so extra sensitive. They were very slippery too, and I had to keep grabbing at them between my fingers and pulling. I moved right up to the edge of the bed and Kenneth propped his head up on an elbow. My cunt was about one foot away from his face.
It was a tedious process on those occasions when I was heavily secreting as I was that night. But eventually, the lips hung out red and meaty and juicy. Kenneth moved his head forward and licked the distended inner lips and kissed and sucked on them, gulping down whatever secretions I could manage for him. His little penis would get longer as he sucked, but never hard.
After I cried out with my third orgasm, he stopped and lay back down, partially exhausted and ready to watch me some more. I turned around slowly until my ass was faced in his direction. I reached back and ran my hands and fingers over my buttocks and the tops of my thighs, swaying from side to side as I did so.
"Let's see it, Norma . . . let's see it . . ." he panted at me, and I moved closer to him and pulled my buttocks apart. "Ah . . . there it is! My very own asshole! The most beautiful asshole in the world! All mine. Ha-ha . . . how many young men would love to be able to see you like that, Norma? Those full, firm thighs! Beautiful ass! Tits like a dignified stripper! Ah!"
I cringed only slightly a second before he began to spank my buttocks, hitting each one with his open hand, then punching them brutally with his fists. I lay beside him on the bed so the job was made easier for him. And after he tired of that, I rolled over so that he could slap my breasts back and forth incessantly until my flesh was sore and red.
"Beautiful things . . . beautiful things," he sighed, drooling on my belly. "All right . . . let's finish it!"
The routine was always the same, but much longer and drawn out on occasions. I knew, of course, exactly what to do next. I got up and stood beside the bed again, my ass toward him. I pulled the cheeks apart and hummed in a very sensual way as I swayed from side to side. After a minute, I began to cringe, but tried not to let him know it. After the first minute, it was always like that. I never knew when it would happen. He might watch my ass go from side to side for five more minutes, then more. But not that time.
"Stop!" he yelled at me.
I gripped my legs tightly and kept them spread enough so that my asshole was exposed. "A-ah! O-oh!" I screamed as he jabbed the two fingers hard and deep into my barely moist anus, his fingernails digging tortuously at my tender flesh. "Is . . is it bleeding? Is it, Kenneth. . . .?
"Ha . . . just one little nick," he said with a disappointed sound to his voice. "Won't even need any medication or a band aid. Ha . . . remember the time when both fingernails kept you bloody for a week? Ha-hoo! All right! Quick now . . . finish. . .." I turned around and flopped beside him on the bed. I pressed my wide open mouth over the limp, slim cock and began to suck with great force. It never took long because he had been playing with himself so much all the time I was exciting him so. When he came, he only moaned softly, exhaustedly, and I sucked out the small load from his aging balls and then moved up by his face, opened my mouth to show him I had swallowed it all. That was the pre-dinner session.
At 9:40 that night, I was making my way along a dark street in the 60's just off Lexington Avenue. There were many tall and modern apartment buildings in the area, but a lot of the old brownstones had been remodeled quite attractively, many of them made into three or four apartments, one on each floor. There was no doubt when I came to Denyse's building.
The stonework had been painted or daubed a solid black, and there was much gold trim around the windows and doors. The name "Denyse DeFontayne" was in gold across the entire width of the building between the first and second floors. I walked up the few steps and pressed the button designated "Residence".
"Yes? Who is it?" the unmistakable voice of Denyse DeFontayne crackled through a small, grill-covered intercom by the button.
"It's Norma Hathaway," I answered, aiming my voice at the built-in device. "Sorry I'm a few minutes late."
"Oh, yes ... Jeanne's friend," she said with a touch of disappointment in her voice. "I'll buzz the door, and then you walk right up the two flights of steps. Sorry, there's no elevator service. . . ."
The crackling noise shut off and the door buzzer sounded. I quickly grabbed the knob and pushed forward. The door opened into a hallway leading by an entrance marked "Office". The stairs were at the end of the hallway, and on the next floor, I walked past an entrance marked "Studio" and up one more flight located near the front of the building. Once up that flight, I found myself standing in a very dimly lit outer foyer. The decorative door I faced was marked "Private".
I was about to knock when my pack of cigarettes dropped from my purse and I squatted to pick them up. I was still in that position when the doorway in front of me suddenly opened. All I could see at that moment was what appeared to be the flared bottoms of a pair slacks and a pair of black pumps. My eyes followed the legs upward until I could tell that outfit was a mod and daring jumpsuit of fine-ribbed knit in a real kicky purple.
The top parts of the legs were fitted to show the long contours of full thighs. But the woman's front was nude from well below her belly-button to the underside of her large, bulging breasts, where the top of the outfit was tied together like a halter. The suit joined at each side of her body so that it covered her back, and the sleeves were long and tight.
I gradually stood up, but even then, I was still looking up into the strikingly majestic face of Denyse DeFontayne. She certainly appeared no more than 35, and was at least five-foot-eight. (I learned later that her measurements were 38D-28-39 and she weighed 138 pounds).
The woman said nothing at first, but fixed me with an unforgettable stare. In spite of her great beauty, her eyes appeared almost demoniac. The lashes and brows were painted in sharp upsweeps of black that matched the jet of her long, flowing hair. Her lips were full and covered with a brilliantly red color that curved upward at each edge, in line with the eyes. Her face was classic in its ivory whiteness and the hint of cheekbone forming a very slight hollow in the flesh on either side.
"I ... I had just dropped my cigarettes," I said very nervously, feeling self-conscious and almost afraid of the strange sort of 'power' and raw sexuality that exuded from the still silent woman. "You . . . must be Denyse. . . ."
"And you must be Norma Hathaway," she came back in an almost mocking tone, as if to make fun of my clumsiness. "Come on in, Norma. I won't bite. . . ."
Denyse ushered me through a small foyer that stepped down about two or three feet into a huge, sunken living room. There was a very large and real fireplace at one end of the plushy carpeted area. The furniture was contemporary to modern-two couches, coffee table, end tables, well-filled bookcases built in the walls. There was a fully stocked bar at one end and a table and chairs in front of it, as well as six bar stools. The walls were white cowhide from roof to about the four foot level, then a dark, glazed mahogany to the moulding by the floor.
"How beautiful!" I exclaimed as I stepped down into the room and began to take it all in. "I've never seen anything so ... so individualistic, different and in such wonderful taste."
"I designed the living quarters and studio myself," she told me right away, not boastful, but as if it should be expected of her. "And the best interior contractor in the state built it . . . for nothing."
"For nothing?" I repeated, adding, "Oh ... he must be a close friend of yours."
"Oh, I paid for the material and for the carpenters, plumbers, and all the other little men who do whatever it is their union tells them they can do," she explained, then went on in a very natural manner to say, "Of course, the contractor kept thinking he was going to get to fuck me up until the day the work was completed. Even if I had let him, I would have been the highest priced cunt he had ever paid for. He usually gets about twenty thousand for himself on a job like this."
"Clever of you," I said, feeling a little easier and returning her smile as we walked toward a big, L-shaped and comfortable couch that set off the bar area from the rest of the room. "But . . . where's Jeanne? Did she get mad and go to bed because I was ten minutes late?"
"Hardly!" Denyse said with a throaty laugh, putting a cigarette in her long filter and lighting it as she plopped down on the couch. "You seem to be her ideal and I gather you're the first female she ever had a serious affair with. No, she had her makeup on all wrong. I'm going to have to work with her on that. I sent her back to change it. Oh . . . would you like a drink, Norma?"
"Yes, I would," I told her very honestly and with a feeling of relief. "Straight Scotch on the rocks, if you don't mind."
"Juanita!" Denyse called out, amplifying her dominance with every gesture and word. "Juanita! Come fix me a fresh drink and a double Scotch on the rocks for my guest . . . muy pronto!"
"Si! Si! Senorita Denyse," came the Spanish voice from a door that seemed to go to the kitchen or dining room. "I was only too ready to come serve of you, but I did not want to be unwelcome."
"Oh, God, -Juanita!" Denyse complained as the pert and sexy young Cuban girl came in the room and bowed to us. "Your English is better than that! I've certainly taught you how to eat pussy deliciously in the last four years. Why can't you speak better English?"
"I am sorry, Senorita Denyse," the 18 year old said with a pout as she quickly went to work behind the bar. "I must look at more television....."
Juanita, Denyse explained, had been adopted by her when the girl was only fourteen. She was obviously the fashion photographer's sexual plaything and all around servant. The Cuban girl was dressed in a mini maid's uniform that made Lisette's look like attire for a nun! The black and white nylon outfit had a V-neck that exposed half her bulging young breasts. The mini was so short that it required pantyhose, but apparently Denyse insisted that the girl wear long nylons and a garter belt. The naked tops of her thighs were always exposed as she leaned over, sat down, or walked in a way that the mini swayed with her own ass movements. She was a doll!
As she walked over to serve us our drinks, I judged that Juanita was no more than four-feet-eleven and probably weighed about 99 pounds. Her measurements appeared to be close to 32-19-33. And while she was definitely the submissive femme, Juanita had been trained by Denyse to be quite open on subjects sexual.
"Do you want me to take off my clothes?" she asked Denyse with wild-eyed excitement. "I have on my red g-string and. . . ."
"Oh, you darling!" Denyse said with a wild laugh, grabbing the girl and pulling her down to the couch, kissing her and massaging her breasts through the uniform. "Mrs. Hathaway might be a preacher's wife for all you know. Mm-mmm . . . you feel good, lovey. No, it's all right. Norma understands us, I'm sure. But I don't think right now is the time for a strip. Oh ... do let her feel your tee-tees through the uniform. Maybe she'll want to see your cunt later."
The Cuban girl smiled at me with all the lust of a "dirty-old-man" and stood before me. I reached up to the top bulges in her uniform and massaged the two globes of flesh that were not held in by a bra. For her size, they were nicely large, and the first big sip of my Scotch had done wonders in relaxing me, taking away my initial tenseness and "fear" of Denyse.
I became so engrossed with the young girl's body that I pulled her pelvis towards me and nuzzled my face in her cunt, the uniform and lingerie between us. I squeezed her young ass very tightly and wished I could see her naked. But then Jeanne came in, and I broke away quickly.
"Normal Normal Norma!" she cried out ecstatically, like a schoolgirl, running to embrace me and dressed in a darling, flip-skirted, black mini with a provocative, plunge neck and empire waist (not too radically different from my own outfit). "Ten years, Norma . . . and you're just as beautiful and wonderful and pretty and . . . and just everything! I can't believe how you haven't changed a bit . . . the very same picture I've carried in my mind for ten years!"
"Mm-mmm, it's good to see you too, darling!" I said with deep feeling as we first embraced.
I wasn't going to worry about Denyse's jealousies at that moment. I took my darling, blonde Jeanne's tightly clothed, young body in my arms and brought her moist lips to mine. Her mouth was slightly open, and she immediately twisted her lips on mine and plunged her tongue deeply into my mouth. I was overcome with a combination of tender wonder (my youth suddenly restored and the word "love" having a meaning) and strong sexual desire.
While our lips and tongues fought a wonderful, boiling, liquid battle of tactile orality, our breasts yielded to the pressure of each others' as if playing a game. We both wore very light bras and I could look down the low necks of our outfits and watch the tops of the twin globes of flesh mashing into each other. My breasts were still very firm, but I was aware of their giving way to the smaller and younger "apples" that filled Jeanne's bra. Finally, I began to feel the saliva drool into my mouth from hers as I kept up a gentle suction while tonguing inside her breathy mouth. We sighed and moaned. I pressed my pelvis to hers until our Venus mounds discovered one another and rubbed together as intimately as our breasts! I was so hot that I wanted to pull her ass to me and feel the nakedness of it and her upper thighs, let my fingers force their way down the crease of her ass until they were moistened by the light hairs of the cunt I had missed for so very long, had suffered for in my foolish subconscious mind.
"God-dam!" I was aware of Denyse's throaty voice declaring with some degree of anger, yet not the bitterness I had previously detected. "If you two girls are going to flat-fuck because you're so turned on with each other after all these years, at least get up on the bar and do it, so we can have a show. Laura Lee should be here soon, and she does love to watch!"
"Oh . . . oh, I'm sorry, Denyse," I said breathlessly, still holding onto Jeanne around her waist as we broke our tight clutch. "I don't guess I'm being a very good guest carrying on this way before my famous hostess after just having met her."
"Oh, Norma, I could just eat you up!" Jeanne exclaimed, lightly licking my ear, neck and shoulder. "You do remember the last night you sat for me, don't you? You do remember what I said?"
"I've never forgotten it," I said softly, releasing her (only half-lying, as my subconscious had certainly not forgotten). "But ... I guess we should sit down and have our drinks . . . now."
"Juanita! Are you playing with your pussy back there?" Denyse belted loudly, unashamedly, at the petite Cuban girl, who was standing behind the bar and watching us with wide-eyed interest. "Just for that, you take off your panties or briefs ... or whatever's covering your Cuban cunt, and sit on the front of the bar so we can look at you!"
"Yes . . . yes, Miss DeFontayne," she sulked, her English markedly improved, which led me to believe that she had been trying to appeal to me exotically before. "You want me to sit with my pussy open to see all?"
"Oh, you're so fucking vulgar, Juanita!" Denyse chided her incongruously, her tanned and naked midriff tensing as I had an urge to lick her navel but put it in the back of my mind for future thought. "Just sit up on the goddam bar and cross your legs. If you feel like showing off a little of that hairy, black cunt, then do it! Don't talk about it!"
Sheepishly, Juanita lowered her hands behind the bar and obviously removed her panties or briefs, then walked around to the front of the bar and worked her way on top by climbing the rungs of one of the center stools. As if in defiance of her "mistress", the shapely young Cuban girl hiked up the mini and placed one foot on a stool to the right, the other on a stool to her left. Denyse had certainly been right. Juanita had the blackest mass of pubic hair over her mound and cunt of any I had ever seen in the raw or in photos!
"Isn't she a darling?" Denyse asked rhetorically, rubbing her naked navel. "I've had her since she was 14 and I adore her still. Juanita! Fingerfuck yourself a little. Let my friends know you really have a cunt under all that black hair.
Obediently, the cute little Cuban girl licked her fingers, then put them into the mass of pubic hair, sinking them deeply. She began to frig them in and out until her wet cunt lips gradually became visible. I watched. We all watched. But Jeanne clung to me and ran her hand up to my pussy, sighing and whispering.
"Norma . . . it's been ten years of going to sleep every night . . . remembering that last time," she vowed. "I lived with the dream of seeing you for so long ... of loving you. . . ."
"Oh, darling . . ," I sighed, kissing her soft cheeks that I remembered so well. "Ten years is a long time. And you're Denyse's femme now . . . aren't you? Almost like you were married......"
"Not exactly," Jeanne whispered to me intimately, noticing that Denyse was preoccupied with watching Juanita. "Yes . . . we're lovers, I guess you could say. But it's very apparent she's not going to give up her other sexy girls entirely. She went down on Juanita just a while ago when I was trying to get my shower finished and be real fresh for you. She likes to watch me . . . and Juanita is a pig for sucking cunt! She can't get enough of it. And let me tell you about. . . ."
Jeanne stopped talking as soon as the door chimes rang and Juanita reached behind the bar to turn down the stereo. Denyse went to her little intercom device and determined that Laura Lee Lenox was at the front door. She buzzed the lock, then came back to face Jeanne and I.
"Norma ... I hope you're not 'old South' in your attitudes," she said to me, her hands on her hips and her seductive body swaying. "Laura Lee is a black girl. More . . . milk-chocolate really. She's the most sought after black model in New York . . . and I have her under contract. She is a sex machine!"
Just as Denyse was trying to describe the girl so graphically, the front door opened (I think Laura Lee had her own key) and the sexy, beautiful, brown model "slinked" down the steps and approached us. Laura Lee Lenox was 26 years old. Her coal-black hair was fashioned back into a tight bun (although she wore an Afro wig in much of her modeling). She was slim and tall, but very sexy in the hot pants sizzler of an outfit that was barely covered by a mini. The top dipped low to reveal much of her firm, brown, young breasts.
Her full, shapely thighs were made for a mini, and I imagined that she would never do for swim-wear modeling because of the fullness. In high fashion, the ultra-shapeliness could be covered slightly, and the finished product would be glamour! Her eyes were almost as demoniacally sexy as Denyse's. Her lips were full and parted as she looked from Jeanne to me. And then she proved that she was just as flippant and unashamedly outspoken as our dyke host.
"You pig!" she accused Denyse with a husky laugh. "Have you been eating both of these precious and delicious newcomers to Club Lesbos?"
"Don't let that overheated imagination run away with you, darling," Denyse replied, smiling at the black girl as if Jeanne and I were her latest conquests, which was only half true. "This is Jeanne Love, the nice blonde model I hired from Dallas. ..."
"Oh, I like that name-Love-and I like that blonde hair and white, white flesh," Laura Lee said with breathy feeling, licking her lips. "Opposites do attract. I could eat you with a spoon, little darling!"
"And this is an old friend of hers from Texas!" Denyse spoke very loudly and a bit angrily. "They haven't seen each other in ten years. The used to be teenage lovers. Her name is Norma Hathaway."
"Isn't that sweet?" Laura Lee responded, smacking her lips as she looked from me to Jeanne, and speaking seriously. "I won't knock young love, sweethearts. I wish I could find my first love from the days I lived in California. I was 16 and she was 30 . . . one of the most beautiful women I can remember . . . lived next door to us. Mother left me in her care when Father was killed in a car wreck in Oregon. I was very vulnerable for some loving, and I had hers for three years after that. Oh, did that woman have a tongue!"
"Juanita!" Denyse called out, surveying the room and all of us as if we were her private harem. "I've seen enough of your hot little cunt for a while. Get some drinks out here. You know what everyone wants!"
The Cuban girl eased herself off the bar, letting the mini uniform come way up over her rounded, tan ass. As she went behind the bar and busily got to work on the drinks. Jeanne and I sat down on one side of the big, L-shaped couch together, and Laura Lee eased herself down across from us, very close to Denyse. They kissed warmly but briefly, then held hands as if they were quite used to it. I grasped Jeanne's hand and clasped it. Both of our palms were slightly moist with perspiration.
"Jeanne's going to live here with me," Denyse broke the silence that was backgrounded by tinkling sounds of ice and the slight clank of bottles from behind the bar. "I think she's going to do very well in haute couture. She's such a perfect size for everything."
"For Club Lesbos too," Laura Lee said, her big eyes shining lecherously as her smooth body gave a shudder. "She looks like a schoolgirl with that mini and the black socks almost up to her knees. Hell, give her some books to carry and she can make some money on the side doing teens."
"She's under contract to me!" Denyse announced haughtily, pulling herself up and thrusting out her big breasts. "And Denyse DeFontayne does not do teen work!"
"Get off that shitty high-horse!" the black girl told Denyse with a throaty laugh. "When I was doing teen modeling in Brooklyn eight years ago, you had a little studio off Flatbush, and you'd have grabbed the opportunity to do work for the sleaziest mailorder house in the country ... if they'd have you."
"Thank you, Laura Lee," Denyse said, cleverly turning the girl's phrase to her temporary advantage. "You've saved me from bragging by letting Jeanne and Norma know that I came up in this business the hard way. I'm a self made woman and never had to ride on the coat tails of some goddam man!"
"Yeah, baby . . . you're self-made! Ha-ha!" Laura Lee bellowed in laughter, slapping a very disturbed Denyse's knee. "I remember the day you forgot to lock the toilet room door at that barn of a studio in Brooklyn . . . ha-ha! I walked in on you and you were frigging that pussy like it was out of sight!"
"You black bitch!" Denyse snarled, moving away from her and tossing back her long, black hair. "Juanita! Come over here, darling. Come to Mommy and pull that mini up to the top of your ass!"
"Yes, Miss!" the girl answered obediently as she set the fresh drinks in front of us on the large, square table. "You want to see puss-ee?"
"No, I want to see ass-ee!" Denyse said, mocking Juanita. "That's it. Stand right there in front of me and ... up goes the skirt . . . nude from the waist down. Isn't that the most delicious young ass you've ever seen Norma? Oh, I love it! Love to run my hands over the tender-teen-bottom! Juanita's lived with me four years now . . . has her own private bath just behind the kitchen. . . ."
From where Jeanne and I were sitting, we had a wonderful view of Juanita from front and back. My pussy began to itch and I was clasping Jeanne's hand very tightly as I watched the long, delicate fingers of the photographer roam the swells and valley of the girl's ass. Juanita was reacting with long sighs and just barely moving her derriere from side to side.
By leaning over toward Jeanne, I could see the tremendously thick growth of black, pubic hair at the juncture of her thighs. Juanita was such a small girl that she gave one the impression of a sweet yet wantonly, sex-posessed child! Her innocent look was so beguiling. However, to see her naked from the waist down and being fondled so excitingly by a woman of 41, made her sexual appeal extra strong, made her appear to be a true child of erotic love for women who had the capacity to appreciate the well-developed body that was small, only by comparison and in proportion.
"Oh, darling, I love you," Jeanne whispered in my ear and then licked my lobe and sucked it between her soft lips. "Isn't it beautiful to watch Denyse play with Juanita?"
"Yes, darling," I replied in a whisper, turning to look at the lovely young face a moment, to kiss the open lips. "Juanita's so young. Her ass is so smooth and shapely. I know her breasts must be darling. But not as darling as yours. ..."
My right arm was around Jeanne's neck, and as I was leaning across her body, she was almost hidden from the view of the others. I put my left hand down the front of her plunge neck and behind the thin bra until my fingers discovered two very hard little nipples. I went from one to the other, then began to concentrate on circularly rubbing the right one, which Jeanne seemed to like very much.
"Oh, Norma . . . Norma," she sighed breathlessly. "I want to be alone with you so much. I . . . , I like to orgy and ball with two or three girls or a group . . . but I want to be alone with you ... at least, for a little while. . . ."
"What is this Club Lesbos?" I asked, then put the tip of my tongue deep in her ear and squeezed the large, orange size breasts. "Does it meet regularly or what?"
"Denyse used to have it pretty well organized," Jeanne informed me, still talking in whispers as we occasionally glanced at Denyse's continuing dalliance with Juanita's young ass. "I don't think it's been meeting lately . . . but she told me in Dallas that she might start it up again. Laura Lee wants her to. They're both mostly butch, but they don't try to ham it up and smoke cigars and wear pants like men."
"And what are you, darling?" I asked quietly.
"That's right. I forgot," Jeanne responded first. "You haven't been living with the gay crowd like I have. Well, you know that a butch or dyke is usually more domineering, like the male in a relationship. I guess I'm pretty obviously a femme, but I can be ki-ki, depending on the girl. I can go either way."
"Does that make me a butch?" I asked with a frown.
"Oh, no, Norma," she assured me, her right hand rubbing my clothed belly down toward my pubes. "I'd never think of you as a butch. Most Lesbians are ki-ki, not stereotyped. I think we could love each other as a reflection of ourselves. We're both very feminine and a little narcissistic, sexy figures, pretty faces. I wish we could get away from here . . . and be alone."
"Do you think Denyse would object strongly if I tell her I want to take you out for a drink since we haven't seen each other in so long?" I asked, trying to think of other ways that might be successful too.
"Let's do it left-handedly," Jeanne suggested, exhibiting her cleverness and shrewdness, the same qualities that enabled her to seduce me when I was 18 or 19 and she was six years younger. "You invite all of us out for a drink, except Juanita. Denyse never wants to be seen with her because it might start more stories going around about their relationship. If my guess is right, she'll tell us to go ahead. From what Denyse has told me, Laura Lee has the hottest tongue in New York. She even calls it her 'prick'. And Laura Lee is hot tonight. If that doesn't work . . . well, something will tomorrow or the next day. But I hope it's tonight. We'll get a hotel room and. . . ."
"Our Manhattan apartment's not being used," I told her. "We can spend the night there . . . Oh, look!"
Laura Lee had untied the bow between her breasts and the top of her mini fell to each side. She unhooked her bra in front and the big, brown breasts fell out deliciously. They were so firm and sexy, the nipples so dark and different. I had never seen a Negro girl naked before, and I was highly excited. The other three seemed oblivious to Jeanne and me. They were too much turned on with each other.
"Come on, Senorita Sex!" Laura Lee said, cupping her breasts and holding them out. "Get that young Cuban ass over here and I'll give it a titty massage, just like I give Denyse. Come on! Now, girl!" "May I, Miss DeFontayne?" Juanita asked, looking around as she maintained her position, holding onto her ankles, her rear pushed out.
"Go right ahead, dear," Denyse said generously, releasing the girl's ass after kissing and licking in the crevice one more time. "And in return, Laura Lee can eat me, eat me, eat me! I'm in the mood for being eaten tonight, not for eating black pussy . . . ha!"
"You damn well better not be in the mood for eating this black pussy, Denyse," Laura Lee said and then laughed deep down in her throat as she grabbed Juanita's hips, now in front of her. "This black cunt is having its period, my pussy-eating friend. And I don't want everything to get all messy....." Denyse said nothing, but leaned back comfortably on the couch and smiled at her lewdly, then licked her lips and stared at her lap. Laura Lee began began to massage the hips of Juanita, who was then in position. The black girl rubbed her face all over the petite, rounded globes and I saw her red tongue flick out into the crevice.
"Hot ass! Hot ass!" she called out, getting more and more aroused, then licking all over her buttocks and letting her saliva drool on the surface as well as in between the trembling cheeks. "I'm gonna fuck that little Chicano asshole, baby, but I got to save my 'prick' for Denyse....."
Laura Lee put her arms around Juanita, probing through the black mass of hair with her fingers until she began to move them in and out of the young cunt. At the same time, she moved her body upward slightly so that her solid, firm breasts fit right on the globes of Juanita's buttocks and began to move them around together. Jeanne and I edged closer to them by getting up and going all the way around to the other side.
The big, brown breasts "squashed" into the pillows of Juanita's little ass, the dark nipples grinding away at the more resilient flesh. Laura Lee threw her head back in languor and sighed as she let her nipples just graze and tease the delightful buttocks of the Cuban girl.
"Okay, baby . . . okay!" Laura Lee called out breathlessly, open that asshole, baby . . . open up good!"
Spreading her legs slightly to get a better balance, Juanita let go of her ankles and moved her hands up until she had a good hold on each buttock. Jeanne and I squeezed each others' hands and traded quick, wet kisses as we watched the girl slowly pull her cheeks apart.
"Look! Oh, Norma, look at her asshole!" Jeanne whispered with great excitement.
"Yes . . . yes," I replied.
Instead of being small and very tightly puckered, the teenage girl's anus was almost completely relaxed. It was open! One might compare it with the difference between a young teenager's virgin cunt, and that of a 30 year old professional prostitute who receives hard cocks several times every day of the year. In fact, it looked a little bit like a small cunt! Instead of the rim having a cratered appearance it resembled a set of lips!
"Nice, isn't it?" Denyse said, leaning toward the two girls from her seat on the other side and smiling obscenely. "Her older brother used to fuck her ass all the time because he didn't want to get her pregnant. It's the most sensitive part of her body. On those rare occasions when I like to play around with a man, I let him fuck her ass and watch. I've also got a very large vibrator . . . penis shape . . . that I stick up there every one in a while. The child loves it! And what a groove, my dears, to suck her cunt when the big vibrator is buzzing up her tail. . . ."
As Denyse talked, Laura Lee leaned in our direction and held her right breast firmly in her right hand. She pointed the nipple toward the moist rear entrance of Juanita and pressed herself forward until the contact and penetration were made. The black buds on Laura Lee's breasts were very long and swollen when excited, and Juanita cried out in joy when she felt the nipple pushing into her juicy asshole.
"Ah! Oh! Woo! Miss Laura Lee!" she wailed in sheer sexual pleasure. "Yes, Miss. Oh, you are so nice . . . big titty in my asshole! Yah! Yah! Yah!"
As she was screaming incoherently, she was moving her cute buttocks rapidly up and down, which obviously had the effect of pushing Laura Lee's nipple in at the middle of each movement and pulling it out as she was at either extreme of her movement.
"Darling," I whispered passionately to Jeanne. "We've got to get out of here. I want you so badly, I can't stand it."
"I want you too, Norma . . . all of you," she replied softly, blowing in my ear again as we gripped each others' thighs. "But I want to watch this too. It'll make us want each other so much more . . . if we let ourselves be teased to distraction by watching this. I want to see Laura Lee nude too. Denyse has told me so much about her. And I want you to have the chance to see Denyse nude. If we wait until they're all three stripped and going, and we're still dressed, it should be much easier for Denyse to tell us to go ahead without them. She's wild for me, but I think she's too absorbed with them now....."
"All right . . ," I panted, putting my tongue in Jeanne's mouth. "If I can stand it without going off the deep end, I want to see them all naked too. . . ."
"Jeanne!" Denyse called out, and I noticed that her hand was plunged between the top of her thighs, which were clamped tightly together. "I want you and Norma to see something really amazing. Juanita's the only girl I've ever known of who could do this so well. Juanita! I want you to pull your buttocks farther apart ... in fact, I'll help with this cheek and Norma can help with the left one. I want you to show my new friends your 'internal ass-sucking machine'!"
Jeanne and I exchanged puzzled glances for a moment, but I then quickly stood up and helped Juanita to hold her left buttock aside while Denyse did the same at her right. From the new position, I could look right down into the stretched crevice and see that over half of Laura Lee's almost inch-long nipple was embedded in the unusual young anus. Laura Lee was very still. She did not move forward even a fraction of an inch. Juanita moved very slightly and I could see that muscles in her stomach and pelvis were straining. And then suddenly, from her inner force, she actually pulled the black beauty's nipple and part of her breast into her rectum! She relaxed the muscles and the nipple came out midway again. Jeanne and I both were astounded and terrifically aroused! I could imagine so well what it would feel like if my big nipples were undergoing the same treatment. And it was at that moment, I knew my sex fife was due for a big, big change.
It was like a woman going down on a cock, letting the man lie still while her head bobbed up and down, doing all the work. Juanita kept at it, "fucking" Laura Lee's tit until she was hot and perspiring all over.
"Oh . . . oh, goddam!" Laura Lee cried out. "Oh, this is brown sugar ass. Don't let go, Chicano baby. Suck that thing. Oh, shit! Hey! Hey, blondie. You're not doing anything . . . help me get these damn clothes off. I'm gonna leak my cunt right through these hot pants unless I get stripped. . . ."
"Go ahead, Jeanne," Denyse broke in, breathing heavily. "And you can help me after that. But do do Laura Lee first. I want you two girls to see that big, black ass! And wait until you see her standing up! What is it they call it, Laura Lee? Ste . . steete . . . what?"
"Steatopygian," the black girl said with a breathy laugh, her perfect, white teeth sparkling. "It's a racial trait. Most pure Negro girls-except those from certain African tribal areas-we have an ass that sticks out more than a white or Asian girl's. I studied psychology, Denyse. That's one thing white men love about black girls, is that big, round, smooth ass. Go ahead and feel the merchandise, blondie. Feel how slick and smooth my ass is when you get me stripped."
Jeanne looked at me with the very tiniest bit of hesitancy at first, but then went at her task with eagerness after I smiled my approval and licked my lips juicily. I knew that I was very wet between my legs too, and I only hoped I could control the flow of secretions enough so that my mini would not be wet before we were able to leave.
The top front of Laura Lee's mini outfit was open and her brassiere removed. The black beauty threw back her shoulders, still keeping her tit in Juanita's "fucking-sucking" ass, and Jeanne pulled the sleeves over her arms. There was a zipper at the side of the waist, which was easily worked, and then Laura Lee moved her buttocks up an inch or so from the couch. Jeanne deftly pulled the mini over the large and shapely ass and down her legs.
I gasped! All Laura Lee wore was a pair of hot-pants, which were a matching part of her mini outfit. The waist of it had been pulled so far down in back that I felt sure she had no panties on! When Jeanne pulled the hot pants down her legs and off, I knew I was right! Her big, beautiful, brown, glossy, smooth ass was completely naked!
"No panties or briefs, Laura Lee!" I queried, as she returned my smile of admiration. "How do you keep the men from looking at your love-hole?"
"Oh . . . the hot pants are pretty tight up there," she answered me with a grin. "And . . . what the shit! If some dirty old fuck wants to get his nuts off by looking at my cunt in the subway ... let him mess up his goddam pants. I don't care. Ha-ha! You two Texas girls have got to learn to open up, you know. Be with it. This is New York, and I've walked right by two guys in a doorway down in the Village sucking cock. What the. . . ."
"Have you been hanging around in the Village again?" Denyse demanded with sudden anger, then continued before Laura Lee had a chance to answer. "I've told you, godammit, nigger! If you get seen in the Village and word gets back to me . . . you're dead as a Denyse DeFontayne model! You can go down on your landlady or suck off your paperboy all you want. But keep it private!"
"You're a jealous cunt!" Laura Lee came right back at her. "I was thinking about something I saw five years ago! You hung around the Village then too! You got kicked out of one place when they found you sucking cunt with a 15 year old girl in the ladies' room. Don't give me any shit, Denyse!"
"All right!" Denyse responded, apparently afraid that the black girl might expose more of her past. "But let's get this rolling here! Why aren't you and Norma getting stripped, Jeanne? Come on . . . undress me and then let's get with it!"
"Denyse . . . please . . ," Jeanne said with her cute little pout. "Norma wants to take us all out for a drink and....."
"Not in the groove I am," Denyse cut her off as Jeanne went around to help her remove her provocative jumpsuit and reveal all the DeFontayne charms "Hell . . . you and Norma go on out and talk over old times in Texas. But stay here until we get into a real groove, huh?"
Without answering verbally, Jeanne untied the bow in the middle of the halter-like front of Denyse's outfit and brought it over one arm and then the other, allowing her to keep one hand on Juanita's luscious buttock all the while. Again, there was a waist zipper to deal with, but Jeanne had no trouble in removing the sexy jumpsuit and a pair of white briefs in less than a minute.
I looked from the curly pubic hairs between Laura Lee's thighs to the black hairs between Denyse's The hair was very much alike. But their cunts were a little different. The wide, black lips between Laura Lee's legs exposed a little speck of pink flesh farther inside. The mouth-like lips of Denyse's much-sucked pussy were smaller and more feminine. But then I suddenly saw Denyse's clit! It was protruding! A slim, red, pencil-sized piece of firm flesh stuck out below the top of her lips for what must have been a half inch!
I recall having heard once that all "dykes" or "bulldaggers" had clits almost capable as a cock in fucking a partner. In later years, I had read in a book on sexual behavior written by a famous sexologist, that the "oversized clit" story concerning butch Lesbians was a myth. However, he did say that some females had clits that had been known to extend an inch or more from the body, but that sexual orientation might be either homosexual or heterosexual.
Denyse then, was what some people might have called a "real dyke", when actually, the fact of her clit's size was only coincidental to her being a butch Lesbian. As I watched her in amazement, projecting her pelvis as she still held Juanita's right buttock open, and saw Jeanne rub and play with it, then kneel on her knees, I began to have my own ideas.
I'm certainly no doctor or sexologist, but I would think that almost any female with a clit so large would think that she was Lesbian and very easily fall into that orientation. I don't know how men think, but I doubt that they would want a lasting, loving relationship with a woman built like Denyse. Denyse is beautiful, tremendously sexy. Her huge breasts (38D) swayed teasingly, temptingly, the bright, strawberry nipples inviting my hungry mouth. Her slim waist, her tallness, her beautiful thighs and ass, all made her outstandingly desirable from a sexual standpoint.
But, I wondered, what would the average man think when he saw the wet, red, stiff clit projecting from her cunt? Obviously, Jeanne was infatuated by it. I was more than intrigued and determined that someday I would suck it between my lips. And it was obvious that Denyse was a "Queen Bee" among a select group of Lesbians, mostly in the modeling business.
"Norma! Will you please be a dear," Denyse interrupted my thoughts and smiled when I looked up from her fascinating clit to her face. "Do you mind terribly if Jeanne sucks it a moment? I hate so to play with myself when so many mouths are available."
"No ... I don't mind, Denyse," I said, letting the words form themselves, almost unaware that I was saying them.
"Goddam it!" Laura Lee yelled angrily, looking from me to Denyse and Jeanne as her tit continued to be suck-fucked by Juanita's talented asshole. "What goes on, Denyse? You call me to say you've got a hot little blonde femme you want me to meet. Then you tell her to go on out with her bulldagger friend for a cozy twosome, now you've got the femme about to suck your fat clit! Sure ... I love to ball with you and Juanita anytime, but I want a three-course meal from that blonde cunt and . . . shit, I haven't even seen it yet!"
"Next time, darling . . . oh, that's sweet, Jeanne!" Denyse said, smoothing her fingers through Jeanne's lustrous blonde hair as the lips sucked the little clit between them and began to work it in a rhythmic motion. "Let . . . Jeanne and her old friend go wherever they want tonight. Oh, God! I'm coming!
"Oh . . . oh-oh-oh . . . please, Laura Lee. I promise to start Club Lesbos again ... as long as we can be sure every girl who comes can be trusted! If . . . oh, you suck good, Jeanne . . . we know that the business and the press never know about the club ... or who we are, we can meet in the studio downstairs and have an orgy a week . . . nothing banned . . . anything goes. Oh! Oh, Jeanne, I'm coming again!"
I was so overcome by wild, raw, wanton desire when Jeanne moved away, that I was about to get on my knees and crawl around to suck Denyse's beckoning clit! But, I was beaten to it by a much more experienced girl (although I felt sure she was wrong in calling me a "bulldagger), and a much more ruthless one. Laura Lee pulled her tit from little Juanita's trained asshole and pushed the girl forward so forcefully that she fell over, rolled over twice on the floor (she could have broken her neck!).
In the next second, the black girl had forced Denyse down to the floor and spread her thighs widely. Her "steatopygian", black ass was in a wonderful out tilted position, as she went between Denyse's legs and pushed her face into the tall woman's cunt. She began to suck, lick, slurp and eat in a wild and savage way. Denyse would cry out, begging her not to bite, but it was obvious that she loved every second of it.
I turned my attention to the fallen Juanita for a moment, as Jeanne knelt behind Laura Lee and smoothed her hands lovingly over the big, glossy orbs of her ass and looked at me with a wanton smile. I nodded to her and smiled. I wanted to see her lick the black beauty's naked ass, and I was not disappointed. Jeanne was wild, tempestuous, almost a nympho Lesbian. She gloried in licking and kissing both cheeks of the brown ass.
"Juanita?" I said, kneeling, by the prostrate girl whose uniform was still up to her waist as she lay on the floor. "Are you all right? Be careful . . . don't move until you're sure no bones are broken. . .
"Oh, Senora Hathaway!" she exclaimed in a whisper, then melted her sexy lips to mine in a liquid kiss before adding, "I am used to having such treatment much. I am not hurt. But I must get all naked too. Miss Denyse likes me to be naked when her friends are here. Did you . . . see what I did with my asshole? Oh, you have nice, big titty . . . big nipple! I can suck your nipple or tongue in my asshole. I can suck finger in my asshole! Do you think I am sexy?"
"Yes," I whispered hoarsely, rubbing my hands over her small, young ass. "I want to fuck you with my tit sometime ... in your asshole. Will you let ?"
"Yes ... oh, yes, I would love it!" she said with emphasis. "I would let you do anything to me. I can suck your pussy very much good too."
As Jeanne continued to caress and lick Laura Lee's big, beautiful, sheeny-smooth buttocks, I helped Juanita out of her uniform and the little underwired demi-bra that squeezed her tits together and made her breasts appear larger. Actually, they were much smaller than Jeanne's, which made her look younger than ever when completely naked.
"What a wonderful body you have, Juanita!" I told her with breathless excitement as I fondled her small breasts and the soft buttocks, and underneath her warm, wet pussy. "Do you really like to suck a nipple up your ass?"
"Oh, yes!" she replied enthusiastically. "It gives me a great thrill to have learned an art of sex so good and different. I have an always love for women."
"But . . . what about men?" I asked her, fingering the entrance of her anus gently, teasingly as we were there together on our knees, kissing. "A lot of men adore fucking pretty girls like you in the ass. Have you ever let them?"
"Only some few times," she answered with a frown, but smiled when I put two fingers into her anus. "Miss DeFontayne may have a date with a man who wants the sex with her, and she never lets a man have her in any way, she say. But she bring the man here and let him fuck my asshole with a prick, and I pull-push it like with Miss Lee's nipple or . . . your fingers!"
I cried out in surprise and also some sexual arousal when Juanita worked her inner muscles and literally pulled my fingers deep inside her rectum. The feeling was indescribably exciting. Only the first half inch of my index and middle finger were in her, and then the inner force drew them all the way in. Whether she had mastered this by use of suction or musclar spasms, or a combination of both, I couldn't tell.
"Oh, darling . . . that's beautiful!" I panted, pulling my fingers out and sliding them across the small piece of flesh until they sank into the wet, meaty depths of her pussy. "Is that your favorite kick? Or is there something else you like better?"
"Oh, I like to suck and to be sucked in my pussy . . . my titties. I like the vibrator," she told me as I kissed and licked her face and ears teasingly. "I am not a virgin, too bad, yes?"
"Did your brother fuck you . . . and break your cherry?" I asked with great interest, turning on by listening to her accented voice.
"Oh, no . . . never!" she exclaimed her eyes widening. "No prick of man has ever fuck my cunt! Miss DeFontayne had my cherry. . . ."
"You . . . you mean she could get her clit that far inside you?" I whispered, my eyes again on the three sexing women. "Or did she use a dildo . . . an artificial penis?"
"She sucked my cherry!" little Juanita told me with a sense of pride, feeling my thighs as I cupped my hand between the upper part of hers and formed a suction on her wet cunt.
"Oh, my God!" I responded, shivering with passion, pulling my hand away to find it flooded with her sex fluids. "How could she possibly do that. It must have been very painful!"
"A little . . . yes," Juanita replied, her eyes staring at me as I brought the handful of her secretions up by my mouth and lapped just one drop on the tip of my tongue. "She must to suck, suck, suck! Very hard, she must! It is so much, my cherry breaks and she bites what is left until I am no longer a virgin. Yes, she has get many cherries from young girls that way. I watch her do it. I bring a girlfriend so she makes her not a virgin too....."
I was almost mesmerized, floating in a Lesbian wonderland of lust. Staring right into Juanita's big, brown eyes, I lapped at her juices in my hand. I would make several swipes with my tongue, then let the juices roll around in my mouth and over the sensitive taste-buds of my tongue. She was delicious! I knew then that I would enjoy the physical part, the licking, tasting and swallowing part of eating a female.
Juanita continued to watch me adoringly as I swallowed each deposit with a smile and finally had licked every bit of her flavorful liquid from my hand and consumed it with pleasure. Visions ran around in my head of eating so many females I knew. I thought of Lisette, Cissy, Denyse, Laura Lee! But, most of all, I thought of Jeanne, who was leaning over Laura Lee's ass and kissing her beautiful, brown body.
The aura of sex hung everywhere. The black girl's licking and sucking of Denyse's pussy was a beautiful sound. I moved over closer to watch. Denyse was lying on her back on the plush piled carpet. Her hands were at her hips, helping to thrust her pelvis to Laura Lee's sex-hungry, salivating mouth. The black girl's full lips sucked inside Denyse's big cunt, kissing the inner lips, no doubt. And then she would slowly pull her mouth out, sucking with it the slim, red, clit!
Laura Lee would then casually suck on the clit From the muscular movements just under her chin, I could tell that she had the tip of the clit all the way in her mouth and was licking it with her tongue in a very fast rhythm. And then suddenly, I saw her mouth move differently, as if she were biting down on the clit with her teeth!
She was! I moved to my left and I was able to see it. Her lips were flared open the little red strip of meat was held between her teeth!
"Fuck . . . oh!" Denyse cried out, her buttocks moving up and down in the plush pile, her entire body shuddering and spasming with pure, joyful orgasm. "Do it again! Do it again, Laura Lee. Oh, you doll of a cunteater! Suck! Bite! Eat!"
I was only inches away as I watched the black, naked beauty lick around the damp inner thighs, her face a striking contrast to the creamy white portions of Denyse's body, not tinted by her suntan.
Laura Lee's tongue was so amazingly sexy in itself. It was long and very thick. When she was ready to penetrate Denyse's oozing cunt lips, she twirled her tongue into a round shape and plunged it in as far as a small penis could go! She fucked Denyse with her tongue, and the action of them at the point of penetration was so very similar to that of a man fucking a woman with his cock. Her response seemed almost exactly the same!
I glanced over the sleek, perspiring, brown body to the projecting globes of her glossy ass. Jeanne's face was buried between the cheeks, but I had no feeling of jealousy. I pondered the subject for only a moment, then quickly looked back at Denyse's throbbing pelvis. Laura Lee was licking the black cunt hairs away from the pussy lips. Her saliva would drool down and mix with Denyse's sex liquids until there was so much collected, the model lowered her mouth and "slurped" it all up, swallowing it with greedy gusto!
Laura Lee took her tongue away from the pussy for a moment. She put her arms around Denyse's raised thighs and put the index finger of each hand deep into the pussy. She then pulled the slick, rubbery lips apart until Denyse was begging her to stop because of the pain! Never in my life had I seen a pussy pulled so wide open! I could see in detail the pink inner lips so perfectly formed. I could see the pee-hole just beneath the long, slim clit. And by glancing down about an inch, the gaping, endless chasm of her vagina looked like a dark cave.
I moved in closer, but far enough away so that my head did not disturb them. I saw Laura Lee, her tongue extended to its limit, slowly move her mouth inside the dripping vulva until her tongue was in the vagina and again "fucking" the sexy photographess but much more deeply.
"Norma . . . Norma. Come here," Denyse whispered to me softly. "I want to talk to you."
I turned around and lay beside her, face to face. It was obvious that neither one of us wanted to start talking immediately. My mouth covered her full lips and she opened them to suck my tongue into her mouth with great strength. My right hand traveled over the big breasts, pushing them around from side to side. My fingers squeezed the firm flesh and then crept up to the big nipple. I traced designs around the areola with my fingernail, and she gasped with delight, releasing my tongue.
"You're very sexy," she said, our mouths almost touching still. "Please . . . keep playing with my tits like that. I love it. I feel good now ... not frantic. I've had two wonderful orgasms. . . ."
"What was it you wanted to talk to me about?" I asked. "I'm excited. You seemed so ... so aloof before."
"I wasn't receiving all the attention I am now," she told me with a smile, her beautiful face not frightening at all any more. "Jeanne wants me to start up my Club Lesbos again . . . and so does Laura Lee. I'll start it on one condition."
"Yes?" .
"That you join!"
"Me?" I questioned, dumbstruck for the moment.
"But . . . I'm married and I might not be able to make all the meetings. And there's the risk . . . the risk of exposure . . . scandal. . .
"Every girl or woman there has a great deal to lose," Denyse explained. We all swear to never tell anyone else that the club even exists, much less who might be at meetings. And . . you wouldn't have to be at every meeting. I want you because you are so adaptable . . . and I know you can be trusted. I'll have to be careful who I let in. There won't be a large group for a while."
"Norma . . . what if I don't . . . well, I don't think this would happen, but what if I didn't like some of the things a girl wanted to do ... or if some of the girls didn't turn me on?" I asked.
"It's not a wild orgy right from the start," she explained as I continued to massage the wonderful breasts. "We meet, have a few drinks, talk . . . one thing leads to another. You can twosome or trio . . . but only what is agreeable to all involved. And the one very strictest rule of all-no men! We've had other married women. Most of them are like you. They would never want their husbands to find out. But once or twice, a woman has asked to bring her husband or some boyfriend. It's taboo! This is for Lesbians and Lesbian activity only!"
"Do you think Jeanne would like for me to join?" I asked nervously.
"Yes . . . she's told me as much," Denyse answered, then pressed her mouth to mine warmly before whispering, "You won't have to come to any meetings if it would endanger your relationship with your husband. But you can certainly get out about one night a week."
"Maybe . . . yes! I'll join!" I answered with a feeling of excited expectancy. "Now that I know what I want ... I want to enjoy life . . . enjoy sex the way it was meant for me. I'll be able to get out all right. I'll just have to watch that goddam stepdaughter . . . and stepson . . . ."
"Cissy Hathaway?" Denyse questioned me with a knowing, leering grin.
"Yes."
"Of course, Cissy would be your stepdaughter, wouldn't she?" Denyse replied, and I smoothed my hand over her undulating belly and fingered her navel. "Um-mm, that's good, darling. "Yes, I remember her well."
"Is . . . Cissy a Lesbian?" I asked, letting my fingers crawl through her thick, black pubic hair. "I know she lets her little French maid give her very long baths and. . . ."
"Why do you think she can't keep a husband?" Denyse interrupted, pushing my fingers into the top of her cunt so that Lama Lee's ceaseless tongue would titillate them as I fingered her long clit. "About five or six years ago when I . . . wasn't so well known and did, I'm afraid, hang out at some of the more notorious gay spots in the Village, I met Cissy, looking for the same thing I was.
"She was married to Peter Ahsley III then, and, unknown to either of us, he had followed her. We sat in a booth together after we met . . . held hands, kissed, rubbed together when we danced closely. After that, we went to a hotel. Her pussy is classic, Norma! Oh, God, she is a marvelous girl in bed.
"Her husband confronted us as we walked out of the bedroom about three hours later. The only reason there was no scandal about it, no legal action, no mention of it in the divorce papers, was because Peter wouldn't dare face the fact and have it known that he was married to a Lesbian, and had been for two years!"
"She's never made any passes at me, really," I said thoughtfully, massaging the wet clit and taking it between my fingers and squeezing it until I made Denyse orgasm again. "I wonder . . . why she hasn't? I've been there long enough....."
"Yes, but no matter how desirable you are to her, no matter how much she wants your body, she wouldn't dare," Denyse said, telling me only what I already knew. "Her father would disinherit her in a second, if he thought she was a Lesbian. He can't tolerate homosexuals . . . men or women."
"Yes, of course . . . that would be her reason to steer clear of me," I agreed, then pressed my lips to Denyse's again.
I tried to suck as hard as I could to bring her tongue into my mouth the way she had drawn mine into hers on our fust kiss. But her suction was too powerful, with the result that when I gave up, my tongue was pulled into her with so much strength, the little frenum under my tongue almost cut across my lower teeth. I moved up farther and gave her full play then.
Denyse sucked my tongue just like I sucked a cock, and she had so much of it in her mouth that it was probably just as effective. It made me think about the oral desire, and how many homosexual acts were really substitutes for other cravings. I squeezed my lips to hers. I enjoyed fully the sucking in deeply of my tongue, and the rhythmic releasing in exactly the same tempo I had used in sucking off boys and men, or my husband (the very few times he became hard enough).
I don't think I had realized very often until then, how sensitive, sexually sensitive, my fingers could be. They were bathed in the liquids from Denyse's secretions and Laura Lee's saliva. It was sensual just to feel them slide around in her wet meat, to pull the long clit. But when Laura Lee would lick my fingers with the same determination as she did Denyse's cunt, the little sensations ran through me and I was itching terribly between my legs.
"Why don't you go down and help Jeanne enjoy Laura Lee's fabulous bottom, darling?" Denyse suggested generously. "And then you two can take off and do your own thing. Oh, I'm not trying to get rid of you, darling. I'm depending on you. I like you. I want to eat you . . . and so many other delicious and . . . different sexual things. I'm quite bizarre at times. You'll find out. But I think you deserve to have a little time alone with Jeanne. When you get together after our little preview here, you'll be so hot you'll rape each other!"
Of course, Jeanne and I were torturing ourselves in a way, by not stripping nude and joining right in with everything. But I think we both wanted to be unmercifully teased even to the point of masochism. We wanted to be so hot for each other when we finally did get together alone that night, we would be at the absolute peak of desire for each other. The idea must have been with both of us, possibly in the same telepathic manner that we had communicated thoughts and ideas between each other earlier that day.
"I'm going to lick my way down, Denyse," I told the woman. "Are there any extra-sensitive spots you'd like me to pay attention to?"
"Do as you wish, darling," she said to me in that deep, sexy, husky voice. "But my armpits and navel love a tongue!"
I began licking her lips after a quick kiss. I could tell that I was salivating quite a bit, which is what happens when I'm so hot. I licked Denyse's chin and neck, then out over her smooth, fleshy, right shoulder. I was in a crouched position, leaning right over her. Denyse's arm was against the side of her body as she was holding her buttock to give it lift as Laura Lee ate her.
I licked down until my tongue was at the very beginning of her axilla, her upper arm firmly pressed against her body. I pushed my tongue through my lips and into the orifice as if it were a cunt. I moved my face against her, my nose actually helping to push her arm away from her side a little. I exerted more pressure until my tongue was actually inside her aromatic armpit. I licked and lapped at the recently shaved flesh, my tongue responding to the softness as her flesh responded to my tongue.
"Oh, that's wonderful, darling!" Denyse whispered to me ecstatically. "You have no idea how good a tongue feels there. One . . . night, I had girls at each armpit, a hot mouth at my navel, one tongue in my cunt, another in my ass . . . and I was kissing and talking with still another girl. That's what you'll like when things become an orgy, darling. Some time, it will be your turn to have the whole group turn you on at . . . oh, how nice . . .the same time. ..."
Her sexy voice droned off into a. sweetly moaning sigh. I kept up licking into her armpit, feeling tiny bristles of hair stubble occasionally, which titillated my tongue even more. After almost a full minute of concentration on licking the sensitive flesh of her armpit and hearing her cry out softly in a gentle orgasm, I moved my mouth over her right breast, licking and leaving a trail of my saliva as I went.
Denyse had mentioned nothing about her breasts and nipples, but I wanted to suck the red strawberry and "jazz" it with my tongue. She responded with a sigh, but I found that her nipple was unusually rough until I had sucked it, tongued it, and lubricated it liberally with my oral secretions.
After I experienced what must have amounted to a spontaneous orgasm between my itching thighs, I licked down to Denyse's navel, dipping my tongue with more pressure at each undulation of her sex-wracked body. Her navel was deep enough so that I could penetrate it with the tip of my tongue. And soon found out that her real belly-button turn-on was for me to twist my head from side to side, thus twisting my tongue around in her navel at the same time.
"Beautiful, Norma," she sighed. "You were made to love . . . and be loved, by women. Our bodies are so much nicer than men's. We know what we want in sex. Go on, my sweet . . . make love with your lover. . . ."
My tongue was hungry for a taste . . . just a taste of Denyse's cunt, and I did not deny myself that pleasure. Laura Lee moved back for a moment, and I licked into the raw, juicy pit and tasted her wonderful feminine juices. And when the black beauty went back down, I pulled up the bun of her hair at the back and began to suck and lick her neck. She loved it! And I loved the taste of her flesh.
The odors of her musky, subtle perfume combined with the taste of Denyse's pussy and even the bit of flavor left from Juanita's (the Cuban girl had taken my place and was kissing and caressing Denyse's mouth and breasts) sex fluids. I laved my tongue over the brown girl's neck, feeling her muscles tense as I breathed in the exciting odors of women's love.
I moved farther down her body, my knees "sidestepping" on the thick rug. I began to kiss her back at various spots and was surprised that if I kissed hard, I could feel her rib cage. I thought she had much more flesh, but she was actually underweight for the size of her bones! Licking gradually downward, I passed the rib cage and found the small of her back a delightfully different place to apply my mouth.
Since her buttocks were so large and-steatopygian - the small of her back was formed like a trough that could hold almost a cup, maybe more, of water ... or any liquid ... or anything! My mind was boggled when I thought of things that could be done in groups. I fantasised filling the small of her back with bubbly Champagne, with two ice cubes and Scotch, with a scoop of ice cream and butterscotch topping with whipped cream and a cherry, a delightful chef's salad mixed right there while she was sucking a pussy, having her ass licked and sucked at the same time! The possibilities were unlimited!
My mouth moved up the hill of her right buttock and the glossy flesh had a different feel and look. Eagerly, I swiped my tongue from one buttock to the other until I was taken by surprise! Jeanne was staring me right in the eyes, not more than inches away.
"Hi, lover!" I told her huskily, then swiped my tongue briefly through the aromatic crease of her ass that Jeanne had her face buried in. "Kiss me, darling, and then let's go. Denyse thoroughly approves of our having a night alone together."
"The whole night?" she gasped, then pushed her lips to mine and ground them around, tonguing me and adding new odors and tastes of Lesbian love to my glutted mouth, then breaking and saying, "Oh, Norma! It's only about eleven o'clock! This morning . . . when I left Dallas ... I never dreamed I would be sleeping with you tonight! It's the most wonderful thing I've ever dreamed of! I still can't believe it's true."
"It's true, darling," I told her, caressing the lovely, young face with my hand and looking up at her as I licked the flesh of Laura Lee's ass. "I've changed so very much in these last few hours . . . today. I can understand how you and I can have our own special love for each other . . . like childhood sweethearts meeting again in a different world and time almost. I have my home and a husband . . . you have your place with Denyse here. But . . . we have something special, Jeanne. We will love to share with others, but when there is the chance, the opportunity, we will want to be alone . . . together. . . ."
"Oh, I love you, Norma!" she replied breathily. "We do understand each other so well ... so wonderfully. .
"We're both so madly hot that just getting to my apartment will be an adventure!" I said, licking her pert nose briefly. "First ... I would just like a taste of this big, beautiful, brown ass!"
"Of course, Norma," Jeanne replied, instantly, moving back. "Let me spread these cheeks for you. Her asshole and crease are so deep!"
No matter how I tried, I could not equal Jeanne's sophistication as to Lesbian sex. Laura Lee's big, protrusing ass did have the deepest crease I had ever seen on a female. It was unbelievably deep, and her anus was so perfectly formed. It was completely normal, just what I would have expected to see- a nice, puckered, brown asshole! I dipped my tongue into the crater and licked around. I could hear Laura Lee groan and gulp! I could feel her ass move up and down, inviting my tongue to penetrate her more.
I put my arm around Jeanne and forced my tongue forward with all the pressure I could muster. I felt it slip beyond the anal muscle and then plunge freely forward! As I enjoyed that terrific sensation, and clutched at the glossy, big orbs with my hands, I was aware of Jeanne's tongue. We both licked into and around the black beauty's buttocks until we detected a spasm, a muscular contraction inside her whole body. She had orgasmed from our raw, oral love of her ass!
"Are you all right, Jeanne?" I asked, feeling a little awkward under the circumstances. "I mean . . . you're not dripping through your mini, are you?"
"Almost . . . but not quite, Norma," she answered, and then as both our cheeks slid sensually over a glossy brown buttock, Jeanne said, "Can we go to your place now? I want you, Norma! I don't care if we make love in the back seat of a cab going to your place! I've got to have you!"
"You will, darling . . . and I will have you!" I vowed, kissing the young lips briefly. Up now, darling. Let's adjust ourselves and go! Denyse has given us the okay . . . and my apartment . . . the Hathaway, Fifth Avenue apartment, is all ours. Let's walk down to Lexington and grab a cab."
"To where?"
"To Lexington Avenue, my love," I replied, helping her to stand up and straighten her clothes. "This will be the second most wonderful night in our lives ... if you meant what you wrote in the letter . . . and told me a while ago. . . ."
"I meant every word of it!" Jeanne said very convincingly, then kissed me full on the mouth. "This is child's play, Norma. Wait until I have you alone......"