Chapter 7
"Wow, you can see everything," Marie gasped, leaning forward and jerking her fingers out of her cunt.
The television screen was filled with a close-up of the brunette's completely denuded snatch. Every fold and wrinkle, her clit and a bit of the pink interior was clearly visible.
"Yeah," Sally seconded, her voice heavy with lust. "It looks incredible. I wonder how it feels, though."
"Even more incredible," Angie murmured, careful not to look at either Sally or Marie. Sally started to say something, then the brunette took hold of the shaving cream can and the redhead got into the tub. Her pussy hair was a wild tangle of red strands going off in all directions. Finger on her chin, the brunette contemplated her partner's pussy, her expression that of a doctor observing a patient. Trying to sound serious but unable to suppress a giggle, the brunette said she'd have to give the redhead's bush a trim.
From somewhere off-camera, the brunette produced a pair of scissors and proceeded to snip off the loose strands. When the redhead's pussy
was trimmed down to sort of a triangle, the brunette spread shaving cream over her mound. With the same slow strokes, the brunette shaved away the redhead's pussy hair until both women were completely hairless. Angie couldn't help putting her hand back on her cunt at the sight of two shaved pussies standing side by side.
Marie said, "Now they're going to get into it, right?"
"Right. They're both irresistible, now," Angie commented.
Sally responded with a grunt, and there was a plopping sound as she dragged her fingers out of her pussy. On the television screen, the brunette sat on the toilet seat, her legs spread wide. The redhead knelt before her, and the camera zoomed in on the redhead's tongue as it touched the brunette's hairy slit.
Marie made a soft, murmuring sound. Sally said, "Angie, what did you mean when you said it felt wonderful?"
"Well, just that," Angie said. "You know what 'feels wonderful' means, right?"
"Yeah, yeah, that's not what I meant to ask. Uh, how do you know?"
"I know because I shave mine regularly. Needs a trim every couple of weeks or so," Angie replied, as casually as if she was mentioning an item on the diner menu.
Marie and Sally gasped in chorus. "You really did it?" Marie said, a note of wonder in her voice.
"I sure as hell did-still do," Angie replied. "Joy, if you'll put those lights on, I'll show you."
"Is that okay with everybody?" Joy asked. It was almost time for the big revelation, and she couldn't help feeling a little nervous.
"Yeah, I want to see this," Sally said.
"Me, too," Marie added.
Joy flicked the room lights on. Angie stepped in front of Marie and Sally's couch, seized the hem of her skirt and pulled it up. "Just like the tape," Sally marveled. "You can see everything."
"Yeah, there's your clit," Marie said, pointing to the top of Angie's cunt slit. "Is sex really good that way?"
"Hmm, yeah, you can see a cock go in...and oral, wow. It's great, and it's great giving it. Right, Joy?"
Angie's confident tone quelled Joy's nervousness. "Oh, you bet."
Puzzled looks appeared on the faces of Sally and Marie. "Are you shaved, too?" Marie asked. "What do you mean by 'giving'?" Sally asked.
"No, Angie just trimmed it for me a little," Joy said, standing up and pulling down pants and panties. "See? It's a nice strip, and everything's right there." She pointed to her exposed labia.
"Uh, Angie did that?" Marie queried.
"Sure. Who else would you trust that to, except another woman?" Joy replied.
"That's right," Sally said, frowning a little. "But there's one thing missing here, what Joy meant by 'giving.'"
"I mean," Joy said quietly, "that it's so delightful to lick a shaved cunt."
Before either woman could say a word, Angie
cut in, "Look at the TV. There's something else a shaved pussy is good for."
The scene had moved from the bathroom to a bedroom. The brunette was flat on her back, and the redhead was crawling on all fours between the brunette's legs. Rather than duck her head down to eat her out, the redhead stretched over the brunette's body. The camera zoomed in on the brunette's bare slit as the redhead lowered her pussy over it.
Again, Marie and Sally gasped as the two women's private flesh merged. "You can actually get off that way," Angie commented. "When there's a lot of hair around, it's hard to go clit to clit."
Joy kicked her pants off and took her seat on the couch, this time sitting quite close to Angie. Sally and Marie were absorbed in the scene on the television, so they didn't notice Angie's hand slipping between Joy's thighs. Joy glanced at the other two women, then walked her fingers over Angie's thigh and into her crotch.
Angie hissed sharply as Joy's fingers touched her slit. Throwing her legs apart, the blonde waitress leaned back. Joy did the same, letting out a little cry at the feel of Angie's fingers sliding into her pussy. The warm wetness of Angie's cunt enveloped Joy's fingers, and they started to settle into a steady rhythm of humping.
The tape ended just then, and Joy drew her cunt juice-wet fingers out of Angie's pussy. Marie and Sally were gazing idly at the phone sex ads following the tape and didn't see Joy get up.
When Joy flicked on the lights, they yelped in surprise and moved to cover themselves.
"Did a strange guy just walk in?" Angie asked, keeping her lower body bare and her legs spread as she looked around.
"Uh, why?" Sally asked, parting her hands slightly to reveal a bit of her dark brown pussy hair.
"Well, everybody's so shy, all of a sudden," Angie said. "Except Joy."
She gestured to the auburn-haired woman, who was stepping back to their couch. Like Angie, her lower body was bare and she made no attempt to cover her freshly trimmed pussy mound.
"Oh!" Marie's eyes widened, and her hands dropped to her sides. She looked down at her twat, covered herself up again, glanced at Angie's cunt, then Joy's, then limply dropped her hands to her sides. "That's true," she said hesitantly. "It's just us...girls." She took another quick look at Angie's wide-open snatch, then quickly turned her eyes away.
"Hmm! Looks like I'm the only one who's 'dressed,'" Sally said, uncovering herself and leaning back. She let her legs drop apart slightly.
Marie kept her thighs together, but she made no attempt to cover herself. Angie popped another of the tapes she brought into the VCR, and Joy noticed that both Marie and Sally were watching the sway of her bare buttocks as the blonde waitress stepped over to the television.
"Anyone mind if we leave the lights on?"
Angie asked. "We can compare jerk off techniques." It was a struggle for the blonde waitress to sound casual, since she was trembling inwardly with excitement. Three cunts to look at, three women masturbating beside herself.
"Uh, we might as well," Marie said. Sally shrugged a reluctant agreement, and Joy started the tape. The first scene opened on a shower room. Three naked women trooped in, and, at first, it looked like they were going to just shower and leave. Then the tallest, a thin blonde with tiny breasts and almost no pussy hair, turned to a much shorter brown-haired woman and started soaping her back.
Soon, all three women were washing each other, then the brown-haired woman dropped to her knees in front of the tall blonde. As she pressed her lips to the blonde's slit, the other woman knelt behind the blonde and spread her ass cheeks.
"Damn, she's licking her asshole, too," Marie gasped, unconsciously letting her thighs drop apart.
"Rimming's really cool," Angie purred.
"Your guys do that?" Sally asked, spreading her cunt lips with two fingers without looking at Angie."
"A couple of them have-you know how shitty guys can be about oral sex."
"Yeah, it took a little work before I got Fred to eat my pussy," Marie said. "Now, he loves it."
Smiling slyly, Angie asked, "Does he do a good job?"
"Well," Marie shrugged, "he gets me off, anyway."
"I guess that's good enough," Angie commented, then continued, "Yeah, a lot of guys don't like to eat pussy, either. But all the girls I've been with have licked me everywhere. Like I think I said, it takes a woman to do a really good job at that."
There was no way either Sally or Marie could gloss over this third allusion to bisexuality. Sounding unsure of herself for the first time since Joy had known her, Sally said, "Like what you said before...you've done it with women?"
"Uh-huh," Angie said, feeling suddenly quite calm. "It's really great. I like guys, too, but I also like to play with a pair of tits and a pussy."
Marie stared at her, her eyes wide. Sally's expression was one of surprise and curiosity. "Joy," Sally said, "You mentioned something before about a shaved pussy...." she let her words trail off.
"Yes, I mentioned that I love licking it," Joy replied, gripping the edge of the couch to keep her fingers from shaking. Glancing at Angie's cunt, she continued, "I mean, this one."
Marie leaned forward, squinting at her. Joy sat back a little, staring at both women contemplatively. Marie asked, breathlessly, "You guys have really, really...gotten it on?"
Angie started to answer, but Joy rested a hand on her bare thigh. "Yes, we really, really have." At that, Angie grabbed Joy's wrist and put Joy's hand firmly over her pussy. "You've never
played around with another woman, right?"
Marie turned away, blushing a little. Sally cast her a puzzled look, then frowned. "What the fuck are you so embarrassed about?" There was a note of anger in her voice. "Joy and Angie just said it right out, they fucked each other. So what if you've also played with a pussy? Me, I have, a long time ago."
"Yeah, it's stupid to be upset," Marie sighed. "It looks like we've all done it lezzie at one time or another."
Pressing down on Joy's cunt lips, Angie began to stroke slowly, her slender fingers making barely perceptible up-and-down movements. "So, Sally, what was your thing like? Let's exchange stories. That okay with you, Marie?" Angie asked.
The petite brunette smiled. "Okay, as long as Sally goes first."
Throwing a leg over an arm of the couch, Sally lazily covered her open slit with one hand and threw her other arm over the back of the couch. "It was just fingers. I guess that counts, right?"
"Sure, if you liked it," Angie answered. "That's what counts."
"Well...." Sally hesitated a little, turning her face away. "She was my cousin...that's kind of, you know...."
"Weird?" Angie replied. "I don't know. Does it really matter?"
Sally smiled and shrugged. "Anyway, we were over at her place for her eighteenth birthday, and I stayed over and slept in her room."
"Already sounds delicious," Angie murmured, turning her wrist to dip a finger into Joy's cunt slit.
"Let her tell the story," Marie complained, a bit too urgently.
A glance at her told Joy that she was intensely interested. Marie had taken her hand from her cunt and rested her hand on her thigh. Her fingers glistened with her pussy juice.
Sally continued, "We were always good friends, and we'd had sleep-overs before. Gwen -she's my cousin-had smuggled a couple of gay guy's magazines into her room, and as soon as our folks went to bed, she got them out of where she'd been hiding them and we settled down to look at pricks."
"What were you wearing?" Angie prompted.
"Short nightgowns-baby dolls," Sally replied. "We got hornier and hornier as we looked at the guys, and Gwen started rubbing herself through her panties. I was pretty horny myself, so I started rubbing my own pussy. I don't remember exactly how, but we got our panties off and were playing with ourselves bare.
"Gwen's other magazine had action shots, and that gave us the idea to play with each other."
"You mean, you just plunged in and started, uh, doing it?" Joy queried.
"No, it was like a joke, at first," Sally said. "She touched me with a fingertip, and I squealed and jumped away from her. Then I charged back and touched her, right on her clit by accident. She stopped grinning, and a different kind of look
came over her face. Quietly, like she didn't believe it herself, she told me that it felt really good.
"I touched her there again, and she flopped down on her back, telling me to touch her pussy all over. I really liked the way it felt, all those wrinkles and folds. She was really wet, and I think her lips swelled a little. I don't know how it happened, I guess she moved the wrong way or something, but my finger slid right in, if you know what I mean.
"She really went nuts then, gripping my hand with her thighs and sort of moaning and telling me not to stop. I swear, I was so dumb back then, 1 was afraid she was having some kind of seizure, the way she was thrashing around. So, I jerked my hand out and wondered if I should call an ambulance. Luckily, she recovered in time to tell me that she'd just had a massive orgasm."
"Yeah, it's weird how total pleasure can look like pain," Marie remarked. "So, did she do you?"
"Uh-huh." Sally smiled at the memory. "First, she touched my clit. I wasn't sure if I'd like it, but after that, I loved it. She played around more than I did, you know, pulling at my lips and stuff. Then she slid her fingers in, and I got off really good."
"Did you do it again after that?" Angie asked, unconsciously licking her lips.
"Well, we did each other at the same time that night, but no, we never got together after that."
"Where's your cousin now?" Joy asked.
"Maybe we could-"
"Nah, she's three thousand miles away. Married, like most of us. I don't know if she'd even want to remember...I'm okay about it, though, so I guess she is, too."
"It's hard to tell how people will take to this," Angie said.
"Yeah, that's why I hadn't said anything before," Joy added. "I'm happy you're so cool about it."
"I don't think it's wrong or anything," Marie said. "It's just so...different, that's all."
"Do you think it's like cheating?" Joy asked slyly.
"Uh, yeah, I guess so." Marie looked puzzled.
"Oh, bullshit," Sally snorted, flicking a fingertip between her pussy lips. "We all cheat, honey. Besides, a lot of people will say it doesn't count if it's with a girl."
Joy was so grateful they were taking her revelation in stride, she didn't notice that a fundamental rule of their get-togethers had been broken. Sally came out and said she cheated, a subject they'd avoided in the past.
Angie, of course, wasn't aware that there had been such a restriction. "Ooh, you guys cheat? Well, I don't but-"
"Oh, more bullshit," Sally cut in. "You said you weren't serious, so how the fuck could it be cheating?"
"I guess I'm just sort of practicing," the blonde waitress answered. "Anyway, my top is hot."
They all laughed. Drawing her fingers out of Joy's snatch, Angie unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it off. She turned sideways, revealing her nude profile, and draped the blouse over the back of her couch.
Sally and Marie gazed silently at her naked form as she sat back down. Joy glanced at Angie's small cones of breasts and said, "She has the smallest tits in the room."
"You think so?" Angie questioned, looking down at her tits. "They are kind of small...I can't even lick myself." Bending her head till her chin touched her collarbone, she stuck her tongue out as far as it could go. The tip stopped well above her right nipple.
Marie giggled. "I guess you need someone to do that for you."
"Not me," Joy said, pulling off her top. Turning her back to Angie, she said, "Unhook me, okay?"
Sally and Marie watched the waitress's long fingers as she parted Joy's bra strap, moving deliberately slow. She made a grand performance out of pulling down the shoulder straps. Joy lifted her arms out of them, and Angie slowly peeled the cups off Joy's large, round breasts.
Sliding a hand under her right breast, she lifted it and bent her head as Angie had. Sticking out her tongue, she touched the tip to her nipple and shuddered with delight.
"Come on," she said to Sally and Marie. "You've never done this?" She ran her tongue tip around her areola.
"I think I can," Marie said, a hint of shyness in her tone. "Uh, just a minute." Standing up, she turned around and pulled off her sweater. Her small bra came next, and she cupped the round ends of her hanging, pear-shaped tits in her palms as she turned back to them.
"Come on, let's see," Angie urged.
Marie dropped her arms to her sides, looking down at her naked tits and cunt. Joy noticed that Sally was staring at her intently.
"With these, it's easy," Marie chuckled, lifting a breast. She easily got her tongue on her nipple and managed to get her lips around it. She rolled her eyes, then her tit dropped out of her mouth as she laughed. "Yes, it feels fantastic," she said.
Her momentary shyness had evaporated. Sally sighed, "Well, I guess I'm next," and pulled off her top. Her bra dropped to her lap, revealing her small, round tits. "No way I can lick these," she said.
"Hey, maybe I'm not the smallest." Angie leaned forward, scrutinizing Sally's small boobs. "Want to compare?"
"I'd say that Sally is second smallest," Joy offered.
"Ooh, I'd say you're udderly right," Marie quipped. "And guess who's biggest?" She grinned at Joy's large tits, which jiggled with every move Joy made.
"Come over here," Angie urged Sally. "Let's measure."
The naked, brown-haired woman sauntered over to Joy and Angie's couch. Resting a hand on
Angie's thigh, Sally leaned over, positioning her tit next to the blonde waitress's. Marie got on the opposite side, startling Sally and making her slip. Her small round breast pressed against Angie's diminutive white cone, and Sally's hand slipped between Angie's thighs.
"Oops!" Sally jerked her hand back and straightened up. "I touched your pussy," she said. "Sorry, I-"
"It's okay, it felt good," Angie assured her. "Anyway, your tit is just a little bigger. Right?" She glanced at Joy and Marie, who both nodded agreement.
"You know," Joy said, "we forgot about the tape."
"It's okay," Angie said. "I put it on pause." Picking up the remote, she rewound to the shower scene. "This is about a girls-only resort," Angie commented. "No cocks in it. Sorry."
The next scene opened on a small one-room cabin with a huge bed. One of the women they'd seen in the shower was lying naked on the bed, her eyes on another woman who was bending over a dresser drawer. She pulled out something with leather straps dangling from it, then a long, black object.
"Is that a dildo?" Marie asked.
"No, it's a pickle," Sally answered sarcastically.
"I used a pickle to practice cocksucking," Angie commented.
"Oh? Why not a banana, like the rest of us?" Sally asked.
"The peel feels so slimy," Angie explained. "Pickles have those little bumps-it's more like the real thing."
"Hey, look," Marie said, pointing at the television. "She's wearing it."
The woman had attached the dildo to the harness and was climbing up on the bed, the fake cock bobbing around as she got on her knees between the other woman's legs.
"See?" Angie chortled. "Women can fuck, too."
Sally and Marie's eyes widened as they watched the woman with the dildo rub the hard rubber head over the other woman's cunt flesh. "Just like a guy would," Marie breathed. "Just like you hope he would," Sally rasped back.
"Come on, watch this," Joy said impatiently. Glancing at the blonde waitress's bag, she began to wonder what else beside tapes she'd brought.
The camera zoomed in at the place where the dildo head was slipping between the supine woman's cunt lips. She moaned softly, reaching for the other woman's tits as the dildo slid home.
"I have to say it," Sally mentioned quietly. "This is hot stuff. What the hell, though. We've already said that we've done something like it."
"Yeah...I wonder what it would feel like to wear one of those," Marie speculated.
"It feels great," Angie promptly answered.
Turning a skeptical eye to the blonde, bald-beavered waitress, Joy asked, "Are you trying to tell us you brought a little something?"
Angie tried and failed to look abashed.
"Really, yeah." She reached into the bag and pulled out a dildo harness, and tossed it on the couch between her and Joy. At the sight of it, Marie and Sally jumped as if it was a live snake.
"Wow, where did you get that?" Sally stared as if she couldn't believe her eyes.
Marie just sat open-mouthed. Reaching into the bag, Angie said, "And this goes with it." With a grand flourish, she pulled out a long, lean black dildo. At one end was a perfect model of a cockhead, and at the other was an attachment for fitting into the socket in the harness and a model of two small, hard-rubber testicles.
Joy reached behind Angie's naked back and picked up the remote, clicking the tape on pause. On the screen, the woman wearing the dildo was frozen in mid-stroke, half the dildo in the other woman's pussy.
It made an incredibly erotic backdrop for what was happening in the room.
"It's not just for two people," Angie explained. "You can use it on yourself. Look." Leaning back, she put her feet up on the edge of the couch and spread her thighs. Sally mumbled something and leaned back on her couch, dropping a hand down to her crotch. Marie's gaze drifted from the dildo harness to Angie's wide-open pussy.
The blonde waitress pursed her lips and pressed the dildo head to them, then opened her mouth just enough to take it in. The hard rubber head and a bit of shaft slipped between her lips, and she made a loud sucking sound.
"This is how you can give your girlfriend a
blow job," she giggled, jerking the now-wet dildo head out from between her lips. "And this is another way to have fun with yourself."
She pressed the dildo head to a pink-tipped cone of a breast and slowly worked it around her pale-brown areola. "This is the only way...." she began, then looked up at Joy and Marie. "Hey, have you guys ever tit-fucked?"
"Yeah, you're both built for it," Sally interjected. "Me, no."
"Well, you know I haven't, either. But I saw it in a video, and I watched a friend do it when we were at an orgy. Anyway, you take your boobs and get his cock between-"
"Uh, wait a minute," Sally said, sounding a bit flustered. "Did you just say, 'orgy?'"
"Yeah. I think I told you I go to this community college. They said I should meet people who share my interests...so, I did."
"Do those things really happen?" Marie asked. "I heard about them in those papers, but-"
"Yes, they do," Sally insisted. "Did I ever mention what happened to my Aunt Gloria?"
"Ooh, yeah," Marie said. "But tell us again."
"Well, my cousin Charlene is really wild-not like me, I'm more just raunchy-and one weekend, she thought she'd have the house to herself. Aunt Gloria's trip got canceled while she was at the airport, and she came back to find her living room full of naked people who were doing all kinds of fucking."
"Eeesh," Angie said, gritting her teeth. "I guess she got really upset, huh?"
"That's the really weird part," Sally said. "She just called Charlene to one side and made sure they were all using rubbers. Then she went to bed like nothing was wrong."
"That's lucky, I guess," Angie said wistfully. "My folks would have a major shit fit and probably call the police."
"So, you've been to a lot of orgies?" Marie inquired.
"No, just one, so far. That one last summer I mentioned. We had an estate, and the guy's folks were in Asia or somewhere. It was like this really hot day, and we were fucking all over the grounds."
"Did you keep count? You know," Sally winked.
"I tried to, but I lost count after the third dick and the fourth pussy. I think-"
"Wait a minute," Joy interrupted. "What happened to showing us what to do with the dildo?"