Chapter 6

Mandy opened her eyes, looked at the ceiling and then closed them again quickly, deciding it was all too good to be true. As usual, she was stark naked, but she seemed to be lying in an opulently luxurious bed in a bedroom which would have suited Louis the Fourteenth. The sun was already high in the sky, sending long yellow shafts of warm comforting light across the inlaid wooden floor, and as she slowly drifted into consciousness, the horrid events of the previous evening rumbled back into her mind. Certain that they were in desperate danger of contacting Mandy's weird oriental disease, Murph and his two sidekicks had roared off into the midnight mist in search of sizeable quantities of warm horse manure. Mandy had returned back to the bathhouse, releasing Dexter and his four friends. Dexter had been rushed to a hospital for plastic surgery on his damaged chest while the others had jumped into their clothing and departed, anxious to .get away from the scene of the horror. Feeling exhausted and drained emotionally, Mandy had wandered into the nearest unoccupied bedroom and fallen asleep.

"Are you awake, my dear Princess?" came an aristocratic woman's voice from the door, and Mandy opened her eyes to see an attractive fifty year old woman entering with a tray in her hands. The sight of steaming black coffee, eggs and toast reminded her of precisely how hungry she was, and the girl sat up with alacrity, but suddenly recalled that her sheet had been missing in action during the confusion the night before. This woman was undoubtedly Dexter's mother. It was essential that she make a good impression. What woman wants a daughter-in-law who habitually runs around stark naked, being raped by perfect strangers?

"Uh. . . yes. Ma'am," the sloe-eyed girl managed to mutter unhappily, noticing that breakfast had been prepared for two, and that Mrs. Fenlon-Smith was setting the tray on a nearby table with two chairs.

"Well then, come and eat, my dear," invited Mrs. Fenlon-Smith graciously. "You must be starved after all your adventures and I'm so anxious to hear about your magical powers."

Could she eat breakfast without a stitch of clothing on?

Mandy did some particularly fast thinking, remembering, or at least trying to remember all the fantastic stories she had told the night before. She had to continue playing the role! Composing her face to give the impression of great seriousness, the oriental girl drew back the covers and stepped nakedly from the bed.

"Before breaking my fast, I must pray to Rothmun for Dexter's health and recovery," she announced grandly, walking to the column of sunlight and sitting down in the lotus position. The coldness of the marble sent a shock into her bare buttocks, but it was too late to choose a more comfortable position.

"Oh ... I suppose I should pray with you, but I don't think I can get my old legs crossed like that," murmured Mrs. Fenlon-Smith coming over for a better look. "The doctor says that Dexter will be out of the hospital in a few days, and we're eternally grateful to you for saving his life. He told me they were going to, uh . . . cut off a portion of his body, and you got those three hoodlums to go quietly." Mandy, in fact, had not been terribly honest about what had passed between herself and Murph's gang, having decided that Dexter would not like to hear that she had been fucked into happy oblivion by the three men. Instead, she had explained that she had convinced them to offer prayers to Rothmun and then disappear of their own accord. Mrs. Fenlon-Smith had apparently decided that this constituted magic and Mandy decided in turn that it was best not to contradict her. The grey-haired lady was inspecting her carefully now, and Mandy closed her eyes attempting to give the impression that she was on the verge of achieving Nirvana.

"I don't mean to interrupt your prayers, my dear," said Mrs. Fenlon-Smith impulsively, moving her chair around in front of Mandy. "But oriental religions just fascinate me. I've heard that you people have perfect muscle control and can do all sorts of fascinating things like stopping your hearts. Is that really true?"

"Well . . . stopping your heart is considered bad for your health," replied Mandy slowly, desperately trying to remember what Volume Three of her Universal Encyclopedia had said specifically on this subject. "It takes practice, of course, but we have learned how to control certain things . . . well normally we don't discuss these things with outsiders, but members of the Narthusi religion can achieve a state of transsexual meditative bliss, just by concentrating."

"Transsexual . . . what does that mean, exactly?" inquired Mrs. Fenlon-Smith, becoming very interested indeed and drawing her chair up closer. Mandy was now sorry she had started this whole line of conversation since she distinctly did not want her future mother-in-law thinking she was some kind of sex-freak. But from all she had read about the Narthusi in the encyclopedia, this was the only thing she could remember.

"Transsexual meditative bliss means having an orgasm without touching anybody else," Mandy explained, casually, as if this kind of thing were old hat to her. "You concentrate on achieving a perfect union with . . . well, I'm sure this must be boring you."

"No, no, not at all!" exclaimed the wealthy society woman, her cheeks now slightly flushed with excitement. "This might be just the answer for my daughter. You mean you could just sit there and cum if you wanted to?"

"Sure," said the lithe young oriental beauty simply, feeling the tiny little brown nuggets of her nipples harden slightly as she began thinking about this whole business of spontaneous orgasms. "You just close your eyes, like this, with your hands on your knees, like this, and then meditate in a certain way, like ..."

A strange thing happened, as Mandy talked away, becoming involved in her little act, and half-convinced that it was true, a familiar sensation began to spread through her naked loins, and it was all she could do to refrain from touching the burning pink lips of her cunt. After all, a properly-raised young girl did not squat nakedly on the floor diddling herself in front of her perspective mother-in-law! But the fire blazed higher, the heat spread, and suddenly it cut her off in mid-sentence, almost doubling her slender body over with its unexpectedly savage fury.

"... this . . . oh . . . Hare Krishnaaahhhhh," she babbled as a magnificent spontaneous cum ripped powerfully through her system. The experience took the girl by surprise, and for a moment she could hardly believe that it was really happening to her. But that business about transsexual meditation was just some nonsense she had read in an encyclopedia! And she wasn't really from Bangladesh!

But did it really matter? she asked herself as the spasm slowly passed, leaving her body feeling happy and relaxed. She could do it, and Mrs. Fenlon-Smith was convinced, since the greatest actress in Hollywood could not have faked a cum quite that authentically.

"Good heavens, this is incredible!" said the grey-haired lady, standing up in a state of great agitation, "Mandi, I must ask you if this art, this skill, this magnificent talent of yours can be taught?"

"Well .. . I'm not sure ... I could try," she muttered dubiously, realizing that she was getting into this over her head, but not sure how she could conceivably back out now.

"You must understand ..." Mrs. Fenlon-Smith stammered nervously. "I can give you money ... as much money as you like ... if you could only help my daughter. It would mean so much to us. I could write you a check this very moment!"

Mandy was thinking fast, and when she saw

Mrs. Fenlon-Smith pull a checkbook in a green alligator folder out of her purse, she started thinking doubly fast. What she needed more than anything else in the world was money! It was the solution to all of her problems. Right now as she sat cross-legged on the floor of the Fenlon-Smith mansion, she had nothing; not even clothing to cover her nakedness. She had no idea what was wrong with Mrs. Fenlon-Smith's daughter, but if there was money involved . . .

"I could not possibly accept money for myself since Narthusi teaches us that money, particularly a check, is the work of Murtrap. But if you wish to make an offering to my country to help the starving children of Upper Bengal, I would be happy to do what I can for your daughter. What exactly is her problem?"

"We've tried everything!" Mrs. Fenlon-Smith was openly sobbing now. "Psychiatrists, psychoanalysts, even Dr. Masters and . . . what's her name . . . ? Nothing works! She simply has no interest whatsoever in men, in fact she won't even let one near her. But if you could teach her your spontaneous transsexual meditation, and she got to understand how beautiful sex could be ... "

"Tell your daughter to bathe, dress in long flowing robes, and come to me," Mandy ordered, knowing that the next hour would either make her fortune or break her. "You can make that check out to me and I'll see that it gets to the starving children of Upper Bengal."

"Oh thank you Mandi," gushed the wealthy woman, scribbling in her checkbook and then rushing from the room to find her frigid daughter.

The girl looked doubtful as she came into the bedroom, and Mandy drew her breath in sharply as she studied the beautiful young woman standing nervously before her. Charmaine Fenlon-Smith was the prototype American beauty; where Mandy was short and full-bodied, Charmaine was tall, supple and slender, with high taut breasts which hardly moved as she walked. Mandy was a creature of darkness; her hair and skin and eyes were all dark, smoldering, and sensual. Charmaine was a child of light and her long blonde hair caught the sun as she walked deliberately over to where Mandy sat cross-legged before the window.

"My mother said I was to see you," the girl said simply, sitting down and looking at the oriental girl seriously. "She said you were going to show me how to have spontaneous orgasms or something."

For a moment, the two girls parried, feeling each other out like two cats meeting in an alley, deciding whether they would be friends or enemies. Mandy was tempted to play it very serious and holy, but this girl seemed too warm and natural for her high priestess act. Impulsively, she grinned and Charmaine grinned back, eager to be friends.

"I don't know if I can teach you or not," the oriental girl confessed. "In Bangladash we learn these things from childhood, and it never occurred to me that a Western adult could get the hang of it."

"You can cum, is that the idea?" Charmaine Fenlon-Smith asked, her blue eyes gleaming with anticipation, "Anytime you want to, just by thinking about it and without having to have a man around?"

"Yeah, that's the theory," Mandy admitted. "Don't you like men?"

"Not very much," the girl shrugged, wrinkling her nose as she spoke, which sometimes gave people the idea that this beautiful young heiress might actually be a lesbian without realizing it. Wouldn't it be wonderful if she really could teach people to have spontaneous orgasms! She had been able to do it herself, and she knew she had no special magic powers. Of course, the events of the past few days had taught her that she was a super-sexy young woman with vast reservoirs of unexpected lust and sensuality within her, but. . . perhaps other people could learn as well!

"Okay, first thing, you take your clothes off and get into the lotus position," Mandy ordered briskly. "We have to get you in the right frame of mind."

Without a word of objection, Charmaine gathered up the hem of her dressing gown and pulled it quickly over her head, revealing that she had been wearing nothing underneath. It was a shock to be exposed so suddenly to this much nakedness, and Mandy was uncomfortably aware how fast her heart was beating as Charmaine suddenly sat down in front of her trying to force her long legs into the lotus position. Feeling the warmth from the young blonde's sleek athletic body, Mandy unwrapped her own legs and knelt in front of Charmaine, suddenly conscious of her own total nakedness.

"Here, let me help you," she volunteered, taking Charmaine's ankle in her hands and trying to inch her bare feet into the angle formed by the girl's slender firm thigh, and the softness of her groin, the placement demanded by the lotus position. Charmaine's muscles were tight and her legs were too long, but she tried her best, the slowly hardening nipple of her left breast rubbing unconsciously against Mandy's arm as she tried to help her first student. As she slowly forced the girl's bare foot into place, Mandy's hand brushed accidentally against the "V" of Charmaine's virginal pussy. The young blonde shivered with obvious pleasure at this inadvertent caress, and then toppled over on her side.

"I just can't hold that position," she confessed apologetically, propping herself up on one elbow. "Maybe if I stretched out on my back, the way you do with a psychiatrist?"

Mandy nodded, and the girl relaxed on the floor, all the magnificently sensual hills and valleys of her splendid young body offered up as if in sacrifice. Casually, Mandy allowed her hand to rest lightly on one of Charmaine's full firm thighs, suddenly remembering the sessions she had had with the wife of the dentist back at the Willowy Heights Hotel. Perhaps there was something about a woman's touch . . .

"You must try to relax completely," she instructed the heiress softly, making up the instructions as she went along, since the encyclopedia had not explained precisely how the members of the Narthusi sect went about achieving their spontaneous orgasms. "You have to try to concentrate all the psychic sensual forces in your body . . . uh . . .down here . . . where the orgasm is going to happen ..."

"Where?" asked the girl, her voice throaty and deep with growing desire.

"Well, here," Mandy explained, suddenly understanding that the girl needed to be touched. The power was there, she understood, but Charmaine was too timid and too confused for the orgasm to happen spontaneously. For the first few times, she was going to need help. Gently, Mandy placed her hand softly on the flat smooth plane of the girl's stomach, and Charmaine sighed with illicit pleasure.

"Oh . .. that feels good," breathed the heiress happily, her naked hips twitching restlessly as Mandy began to work her hand around in ever-expanding circles. "I almost feel that I could . . . cum ... I mean, it's never happened to me before, but... is it perfectly horrible to let a woman stroke you?"

"I'm not sure," the oriental girl confessed, her face hot with shame as she allowed her fingers to steal lewdly into the light blonde patch of pubic hair which masked the entrance to the sweet mysteries of Charmaine's body. "I guess it's okay if it feels good."

The answer appeared unsatisfactory to Mandy, but Charmaine seemed contented, and Mandy saw that the taut little brown nipples on her breast were standing up hard and firm, as if they were on the verge of exploding. The sight of those two tiny nuggets of lust sent a lascivious thrill of excitement through Mandy's body. Without thinking of the pros and cons of the situation, she quickly bent over, planting a moist, noisy kiss on the tempting tip of Charmaine's right breast.

That did it!

With a groan of poorly concealed lust, the blonde Californian rolled over on her side trapping Mandy's hand in the rapidly moistening crevice between her legs, her own hands reaching out in an agony of long-repressed desire, dragging the oriental girl down on the floor beside her.

There's going to be nothing spontaneous about this orgasm, thought Mandy regretfully, as she felt the girl's agilely prying tongue invading her open mouth. But a cum's a cum, I suppose, and if she never had one before, I suppose I ought to do my best .. . sure hope I don't turn into a lesbian!

"Oh . . . Mandi," the girl gasped in growing ecstasy, and the oriental girl felt her full sumptuous breasts rubbing lewdly against Charmaine's hard pointy little nipples, sending wave after wave of rich erotic excitement through her over-stimulated body. Well, there's no point in worrying about it now, Mandy decided, yielding herself to the girl's urgent caresses and feeling her excitement mount towards the point of no return. Surrendering, she sucked Charmaine's long supple tongue moistly into her own mouth, feeling the shooting fiery streams of pure erotic sensation swarming into her loins.

Sensing that Charmaine would be passive and that she should take the active role, Mandy rolled over on top of the rich young woman, feeling an extra tingle of excitement run through her nervous system as she felt her breasts crushing insistently into Charmaine's, while her loins ground mercilessly down into the other girl's open welcoming groin. She could feel Charmaine's super-hardened little clitoris, rigid and quivering with excitement, pressing up against her own, and both young women opened their legs widely in a desperate attempt to take advantage of this accidental contact.

"Oh . .. God, it's heavenly!" Charmaine groaned in a state of pure animal bliss, as Mandy's hips fucked powerfully into hers. The blonde woman was slowly losing all semblance of self-control, and Mandy could feel the lushly trembling body beneath her begin to quiver with rampant erotic joy. Her mind was shattered by the unexpected realization that she could enjoy doing it with another woman as much as with a man, but there was too much going on for her to contemplate the philosophic implications of discovering that she was bi-sexual! She was having the ride of her life!

Suddenly, the tawny blonde heiress moaned a special agonized moan, her body going tense and rigid as if every muscle in her athletic young body were convulsing simultanously, and her fingernails dug sharply into the delicate flesh of Mandy's rump.

"Oh . . . Mandiiii... is this it? Is this what I'm supposed to feel? I think I'm cummmmming! Ahhhhhh!"

If you're not cumming we'd better call a doctor, sweetie, thought Mandy with simple joy as she watched her new friend's voluptuous young body writhe with orgiastic pleasure as the first orgasm of her career convulsed through her innocent flesh.

"Oh Christ, Mandi!" Charmaine gasped, almost sobbing with pure animal happiness. "So that's what it feels like! Oh thank you, thank you for teaching me how!"

"Well it wasn't exactly spontaneous," admitted Mandy wryly, laying her head on

Charmaine's welcoming breasts and continuing to rub her loins hungrily against the other girl's leg. The session had gotten her all stirred up again, and now her unsatisfied body was twitching restlessly, begging to be stroked and caressed even more.

"It doesn't make any difference!" Charmaine assured. "How can I make it happen to you? I want to pay you back!"

Without waiting for an answer, Charmaine abruptly rolled Mandy onto her back, sat up and whirled around on her buttocks so that her head was on a level with the oriental girl's loins. "I read about this in one of Dexter's dirty books," she announced lustily, her head dipping towards Mandy's tempting little cunt. "As long as we're into this, we might as well go all the way!"