Chapter 6
It seemed like the secondhand On the restaurant clock was moving-extra slowly on purpose-just to add to her nervousness.
Sandy signaled the waiter and ordered another glass of Chianti to help her live through the torturous waiting time until Katrina arrived. And, despite the strain, Sandy felt a smile spreading across her face just at the thought of the woman.
The waiting would be worth it, she knew. Anything would be worth it if the end result were Katrina.
A hot coil of arousal twisted through her insides as she pictured the woman-those eyes, that hair, the gorgeous body just made for pleasure. And tonight, she told herself, that body would be hers to enjoy. Katrina had promised. Katrina had told her so. Sandy would not be disappointed.
Precisely at eight, just as she'd promised, Katrina walked through the doorway and into the restaurant.
Sandy's eyes bulged with the sight of the woman, dressed now in a black turtle-neck shirt and a matching micro-skirt that revealed those gorgeous long legs. She felt her heart skitter inside of her as Katrina's smile crossed the room, heating up the atmosphere, lighting up the world.
"Hi there." Katrina slid into a chair opposite Sandy. "Been waiting long?"
"Not very," Sandy lied-but she knew the pretense was completely transparent.
Katrina glanced at Sandy's wine glass and signaled the waiter. "I see you're ahead of me," she said, smiling pleasantly. "We'll soon attend to that."
Sandy didn't try and stop her when Katrina ordered a round of drinks for both of them. She didn't care what Katrina did to her. The woman could get her high, get her drunk, sit on her face-anything. Just as long as they wound up in bed eventually, nothing else mattered.
"Got your party mood on?" Katrina asked as they were sipping their drinks.
"Well, I've got my party clothes on, don't I?" Sandy answered with a smile.
"I must compliment you on your excellent taste," Katrina kidded. "That outfit looks great."
Sandy blushed and averted her gaze from Katrina. The clothing was out of character for her but Sandy knew she liked it. Liked the new feeling. The new image. The new start in life.
"Certainly is an improvement from those sloppy jeans you had on," Katrina continued. "With a body like yours, sweetheart, there's no point not showing it off. Why run around looking like a tomboy when you're built like a brick shit house of a woman."
"Enough please," Sandy held her palms up defensively. "You're embarrassing me."
Katrina grinned wickedly. "I haven't started yet," she whispered. "Wait until I get my hands on you later."
Sandy knew she'd be counting the minutes.
By the time they left the restaurant, Sandy was starting to feel high, giddy, light-headed-and she liked it. Walking along the street beside Katrina she heard herself singing off key, indifferent to the responses of the people around her.
What did she care what anybody thought, she told herself, holding on tightly to Katrina's arm. Who could possibly be in a better position than she was at that very moment with a doll like Katrina ready and willing to be hers?
The party was in an old, dingy walk-up on the fourth floor of a building near the river. Sandy followed Katrina up the stairs on feet that seemed to float half an inch above the ground.
"Sounds like they're swinging already," Katrina commented as the sounds of raucous music filtered down from somewhere above them.
Sandy snapped her fingers, danced up the steps. "Just what I need," she said, liquor slurring the words. "A party that swings. Feels like a hundred years since I've been to one."
"You really are up tight, aren't you?" Katrina observed aloud, glancing over her shoulder toward Sandy with a sympathetic expression. "You poor baby-where have you been hiding yourself?"
Sandy refused to become serious, to allow the truth to spoil her fun before it had hardly begun. "No questions about the past," she announced emphatically. "It's a big drag. Believe me."
Katrina nodded understanding. "I do believe you," she said. "I do indeed."
"This, Sandy, is Mother Mindy."
Sandy knew it was bad manners, knew she might make an enemy right off the bat but she couldn't stop herself from gaping. She'd never laid eyes on a woman like that. Never in her whole life. It was beyond belief.
She just had to be an Amazon, Sandy decided. This woman couldn't be under six feet tall and what a build! Enough to crawl around the pond for at least one solid week.
"Why don't you just call me Mindy-it's much easier that way." The woman smiled down at Sandy devouring her with huge, black, shining eyes.
Sandy had to wrench her gaze away from Mindy's huge breasts protruding just about at eye level. "Glad to meet you," she stammered.
"Don't let the size bother you, honey," Mindy answered, fingering her long, flaxen hair. "Everybody gets shook up at the first sight of Big Mindy." Her voice trailed off into laughter. "But, believe me, I'll kind of grow on you after a while."
"I believe you." Sandy nodded. "I believe every word you're saying."
"Isn't she something else?" Katrina said, grinning from ear to ear.
"A rare find, sweetheart," Mindy answered. "Definitely a rare find." And with that she pulled Sandy into her arms crushing her in a bear-hug.
Sandy didn't know whether to be scared or delighted. The woman seemed to surround her-to be everywhere. Miles and miles of soft, yielding flesh. And that hair, she thought-that gorgeous, blonde, shining hair. She could lose herself in it happily.
"Okay, Mindy, enough of that." An edge of jealousy crept into Katrina's tone. "I saw her first, remember."
"Finders, keepers," Mindy insisted without relinquishing her hold on Sandy. "I like 'em little and wiry. Besides-it's my party." And with that she turned Sandy around and guided her through the doorway.
Sandy was stunned by the atmosphere inside the apartment. Everything seemed to leap up at her at once to overpower her, to assail her senses. She didn't know what to look at first. What to dwell upon.
Sandy was almost overpowered by the place. There were women all over the place. It looked like some sort of lesbian convention.
There were women of all shapes and sizes in the room. Sandy was almost bewildered by the array of them as they lined up against the walls, giving her the eye and making her feel like she wanted to feel.
She could almost feel their eyes boring into her body as she walked into the room.
They were all hungry and wanting and she knew that they all wanted the same thing. They all wanted to suck her and eat her cunt and get the same thing in return.
She found herself more than willing to do the same. She wanted the same things as they did and she wanted them as badly.
Her body was tight and hard as she felt them peering and staring at tits and her cunt.
There was something very exciting about being stared at like that and she knew that she was going to fall prey to their desires and then-lust. Her own lust would be set ablaze and her passions would run rampant that night.
Of that she was sure. Of that there was no doubt. She wanted them more and more and she felt that her body would wilt and die if she did not get the stimulation and the female sucking of her cunt that she needed.
Her mind worked ceaselessly in finding the right combination of women to suit her needs. She was sure that they would take her for the ride of her life.
The walls were painted a bright, fire-engine red. A red that shined and screamed and almost made the eyes sting. And on these red walls were flowers-huge, monstrous blossoms painted in shades of yellow and green and blue. Hot, electric colors. Dazzling-seeming to leap right out at her.
The living room was mobbed with women. Tall ones, short ones-all of them gyrating in tempo to the music from a stereo.
"Quite-quite a place you've got here." Sandy forced the words out of her mouth, wanting to compliment Mindy, wanting to ingratiate herself-knowing that a comment was in order.
"See baby-I told you you'd love it," Katrina called above the hysterical wailings of a rock group doing their version of harmony.
"What do you want to drink?" Mindy asked, smoothing the folds of her floor-length gown-jingling all over with bells and beads.
"Oh anything-anything at all," Sandy answered, feeling suddenly higher than she knew she could ever get on liquor.
"Want to dance?" Katrina invited, nodding toward the sea of twisting bodies. "I think there's room for two more."
"Just till I get back," Mindy interjected, grinning lewdly. "Next dance is hostess-choice."
"Says who?" Katrina challenged with a smile.
"Says the hostess." Mindy turned and disappeared into the crowd.
"Well, I guess she told me now, didn't she?" Katrina commented with a shrug. "Come on Sandy, let's move around a little before Big Mama Mindy descends again."
Out on the dance floor, Sandy swung her hips loosely, letting the rhythm of the music fill her and lift her toward madness. She didn't know if it was the liquor or the bright colors or the noise or everything put together-but, somehow, all of a sudden she was not herself. Reason and logic seemed out of place in those surroundings.
Only the gratification of the senses seemed important.
Only animal needs seemed real.
The spirit of the orgy prevailed and, surprisingly enough, there she was right in the middle of it all-and loving every second.
And the sight of Katrina's body undulating only inches away from her own inspired Sandy to really let loose. Smiling wantonly she shook her shoulders, making her tits jiggle. As she saw Katrina's eyes widen in response, Sandy began to grind her hips, bumping away for all she was worth, throwing all her strength, all her enthusiasm into the primitive, erotic movements.
The mood seemed contagious. Now it was Katrina's turn to tease. With a devilish wink she spun around so that her back was facing Sandy. Then she began to wiggle her hips-grinding her ass around like a bitch in heat-communicating only one possible message.
Sandy felt her flesh responding to the stimuli all around her-felt a hot finger of arousal stretching itself up inside her cunt. She wanted to do crazy things, she knew, things she'd never done before, things she might not have even dreamed of in the past.
And somehow, without exactly knowing why, she had the definite feeling that tonight she'd get her opportunity to really let her hair down and go to hell with herself in the nicest possible way.
"Here we go children-Mindy's special." The huge blonde appeared suddenly carrying a glass in each hand.
"You sure don't waste any time do you?" Katrina cracked, gazing up at the woman with a knowing smile.
"Got to make it while you can, baby," Mindy answered. "We're not here forever you know." She handed the other glass to Sandy.
"I'd drink that carefully if I were you," Katrina cautioned. "It's not iced tea."
"What is it?" Sandy asked, staring at the amber liquid in the glass, watching the little specks floating around.
Mindy's laugh seemed to surround the three of them. "Now, now ladies, we must love each other and trust each other if there's going to be peace in the world."
"It's the loving each other that I'm worried about," Katrina piped up. "I've had your concoctions before. It took me days to recuperate."
"And I noticed you're back for more," Mindy chuckled.
"I didn't say your parties weren't fun," Katrina went on, "just tiring. I mean, after all, how much can one person be expected to fuck!!!"
"If you don't keep quiet, Katrina, you're going to scare this sweet young thing right out of her mind." She aimed a big warm smile in Sandy's direction. "Come on now, sweetie, bottoms up. Let's see you make that drink disappear."
Sandy didn't quite understand what they were talking about even though she knew there was a definite message going back and forth between them-but she didn't really care. Despite the feeling that she was leaping from the frying pan into the fire-despite the suspicion that she was really looking for trouble this time, she lifted the glass to her lips and drank greedily.
Whatever happened didn't matter, she assured herself. The wilder the kicks the better. Let these women do their worst. They couldn't hurt her. After all, she had exactly nothing to lose.
It took about five minutes before she felt the strange sensations started to creep over her. It began like a vague tingle in her toes and the tips of her fingers. Then it spread up her arms, up her legs, gathering strength, gained momentum, making its nature clearer to her.
She felt her eyes widening, her jaw falling slack as the heat of desire began to smolder. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced before, nothing she'd ever dreamed of.
She gazed over in Katrina's direction for enlightenment, for encouragement-but the sight she saw reflected her own condition, she felt sure. Katrina's lips were parted as though the woman were sighing. Her eyes were half closed, dreamy, far away. Her body was swaying slowly as though she were moving in tempo to some other music playing inside her own head.
And then Sandy became aware of a hot, insistent pulsation pounding away down at the bottom of her cunt -demanding attention-screaming for contact.
Grunting animal-like, Sandy threw herself into Katrina's embrace and rubbed her body up tight against the other woman's flesh.
Katrina sighed and dug her hands into the softness of Sandy's ass-rubbing the rounded, yielding flesh-caressing the backs of her thighs.
"It got to you too, didn't it?" Katrina growled as she pressed her mouth to the side of Sandy's neck.
"Yes-I guess so." Sandy could hardly speak, hardly form the words. It seemed impossible for her to concentrate on anything but that hunger inside her. "Is there a bedroom around someplace?" she said in a quivering tone. "Somewhere we can be alone?"
"You're in it," Katrina announced sliding her fingers underneath Sandy's blouse and running them up along her bare back. "This is the only room in the apartment."
Sandy thought she was going to scream. She didn't know what to do. She'd never wanted love, never needed it more in her life than she did at this very moment. Every inch of her being seemed to be screaming out for the touch of hot, naked cunt. Desperate for contact she thrust her pelvis forward, rubbing herself against Katrina.
And then suddenly she felt as though she were a third person watching the very scene in which she herself was participating. It wasn't possible, she knew, and yet she knew it was happening-Katrina was opening the buttons on the back of her blouse-Katrina was pulling the garment down over her arms-Katrina was reaching around to unclasp her bra and make her naked to the waist.
Sandy heard her own raucous laughter, her own voice as though it belonged to a stranger. It seemed to be filling the world-calling Katrina's name-begging her to do anything and everything right here in public.
"May I be of assistance?" It was Mother Mindy now, appearing suddenly out of nowhere, smiling benevolently, licking her lips with delight at the sight of Sandy's naked breasts jiggling free of all confinement, exposed to view.
Katrina knew she despised this woman-knew she hated the lechery that was Mindy and yet she was unable to stop the crazy woman. Unable to find the will, the strength to resist as her slacks were quickly unbuttoned and rolled down over her hips, her thighs, her legs.
Sandy kicked off her sandals and lifted her feet out of the pants. Dressed now in a pair of thin bikini panties she spun her body around exhibiting herself, flaunting her nakedness-inviting the world to hurry over and fuck her.
Was it Katrina? Or was it Mindy? Sandy couldn't tell-but she didn't really give a damn. The only thing that seemed important was that fingers were rushing over her body, squeezing her breasts-sliding along her cunt and tugging her panties downward-making her naked and ready for direct, intimate contact with her pussy:
She sensed the people gathering around her now-felt their eyes boring into her flesh-heard the little whispers as they commented excitedly among themselves-but Sandy was too distracted, too busy to pay much attention.
Katrina had made herself naked now and her warm flesh was pressing up against Sandy. Sandy parted her lips willingly as Katrina's mouth ground down hard over her own-as Katrina's tongue drove deep.
She felt herself sinking toward the floor-felt hands reaching for her-breaking her fall-easing her onto her back.
And then the world became a sea of arms and legs-hot, naked cunt all around her. Above her. Beside her. Thrashing, twisting, groping.
Sandy cried out with shock and delight as her legs were lifted high and spread wide-as someone's mouth pressed itself to the soft tender cunt of her inner thigh and began to move quickly and expertly over it. Then it was Mindy, standing over her like a giant, parting the folds of her gown-revealing her nakedness beneath.
Sandy gaped upward at the huge woman, taking in the sight of giant tits capped with huge red swollen nipples-round voluptuous hips-long fleshy thighs that were lowering themselves now-flexing-coming closer and closer.
Sandy was lost now in a whirlpool of violent sensations-spinning wildly out of control. Vaguely she realized that the drink had done this to her-that Mindy's concoction had caused this madness-but she would not find it within herself to be sorry. Instead, Sandy yielded to the irresistible impulses churning inside her and lunged for Mindy's naked flesh.
There was no getting enough no satisfying herself. Over and over again, Sandy lurched through the heated spasms of climax-screaming, groaning, obsessed with the desire for more and more cunt. More delicious cunt juice.
Time lost its meaning. Faces became blank, anonymous. There were no such things as strangers or outsiders. Everyone was fair game.
Sandy crawled through the mass of twisting, naked bodies throwing herself upon whomever crossed her path-demanding fulfillment from anyone she could get her hands on.
They positioned her time and time again. On her back. On her belly. Breasts were shoved roughly into her mouth-unseen fingers explored the most intimate regions of her body-lips and tongues tasted every inch of her flesh.
It was raw, unadulterated sex-physical desire without a hint of love, without a need for tenderness. No promises, no regrets. No demands except the demands of the flesh.
And Sandy loved every minute of it. Wild with the drug coursing through her bloodstream, she laughed at the top of her lungs every time her passion reached the fever pitch and exploded into wild, shimmering moments of climax.
Sandy was lost in this twisting sea of naked female bodies. She gave in to every demand and every cunt that was shoved in her face.
The women were all over her and all over each other like a squirming mound of live fish just thrown on the deck of a fishing boat.
Sandy was loving every delicious minute of this and knew that this was where she belonged. This was what she had been wanting all along and this was the only thing that could make her really happy.
There was suddenly a cunt pressed tightly against her face. Sandy opened her mouth and let the delicious taste of the thing flow inside her and she took it all-all the great juices she could get.
Then Sandy felt warm, luscious hands pull up on her knees until they were pushed almost to her shoulders. Her cunt was naked and exposed to whomever wanted to take her and she was willing for anybody to suck her out.
She felt a moist mouth along the inside of her thigh inch higher to her dripping and sex-starved cunt. She could not get enough of the delicious feelings she was getting from the women and she heard herself plead and beg for more and more of what she wanted, what she needed more than anything else in the world.
She was on fire. Her cunt was steaming hot and dripping the juices from deep inside. They were sucked up almost as quickly as she could produce them and she was thrown into the throes of passion.
The room was filled with the redolent aroma of female bodies in heat. The delicious smell of cunt was everywhere and Sandy breathed deeply of the rich smell.
Her mind was reeling from the sensation of the woman sucking like mad on her cunt and the drug that was coursing through her like a molten river of passion.
Her tongue flicked out and caught a delicious cunt on the tip of it. She licked at the wide open gash and when she looked up she realized that it was Mindy. The tall Amazon of a woman peered down at her and grinned that knowing grin that told her all the lust and all the perverted passion that was in her.
Sandy reveled in the taste and the flavor of the woman's cunt and gave her all she had.
Her mouth worked like a live animal as it sucked and pulled at the lips and the little nubbin of her cunt. She felt the other woman put her hands around her head and push. Sandy's face got closer and closer into her wet, soppy box.
Sandy loved this and could not get enough of it.
Sandy's hands went around to the back of Mindy's ass and pulled the ass crack far apart to get at the delicious little asshole that she knew was there waiting for her.
Mindy bucked her hips forward to receive the sweet taste of Sandy's mouth deep in her cunt and feel the probing fingers all the way in her ass.
Then Mindy could take no more of this teasing. She wanted the real thing. She wanted the real contact of the special treat she had saved for this occasion.
"Wait here," she said.
Sandy did not know what to think. She did not know what the woman had in mind but the way she felt she was willing to do anything that the other woman had in mind.
She was willing to go through any perversity to get the caresses and the stimulation she desperately needed.
When Mindy finally came back she was wearing the same dildo that Tamara had worn that night. It was the same two-ended dildo and Sandy's breath caught in her throat when she saw it. It was something that turned her on more than she realized.
"Fuck me with that thing. Please, Mindy. Let me have it."
"I'll give you all you want. I'll make you happy."
Sandy spread herself out and she could feel all the other women get out of the way to watch what was about to happen.
Mindy's hands came around and picked up Sandy by the knees. Her cunt was open and willing and Sandy hardly paid any attention to the curious stares and muffled giggles of the other women as they watched.
She didn't care anymore. She didn't care what they thought of her or what impression she gave.
All she wanted was the sensations deep in her cunt and that dildo inside her.
Her mind was racing and her heart was pounding as she felt the tall woman settle her frame over her body.
She reached out her arm to capture the delicious feelings of the moment and knew that she would get the fuck of her life from this girl.
Sandy felt the head of the dildo slide along the inside of her thighs as it inched its way to her wet and soppy cunt.
"Come on. Push it in, Mindy. I want it all the way inside me.'
Mindy gave a sneer as she plunged the head of the dildo all the way in and then began the slow rocking motions that would bring the two of them to glorious orgasm.
Sandy felt her insides being ripped almost in half by the force of the dildo as it raked and fought its way across her clitoris and deep inside her cunt.
Sandy was loving this more and more and the stares and the whispers of the other women in the room seemed to face as she got more and more excited.
Her cunt was on fire and dripped with the delicious juices that shot forth. Her mind was reeling from the pent up lust and desire that was in her. She felt like she was going to explode at any moment, but Mindy knew just what to do to prolong the delicious pain and pleasure of the dildo-fucking.
That was what she was best at and that was what she practiced on Sandy.
Then it began to happen for Sandy.
She could no longer hold herself back from the tremendous onrush of pleasure that flooded her being and sent her higher than she had ever been before. It was something right out of this world and she heard herself screaming and panting Mindy's name out loud.
She heard herself as if she were miles away looking at this scene from a distance.
There was nothing she could do now but relish in the waves of passion that shot through her and made her scream out loud.
Her orgasm was something that she had never experienced before. It was something that she had never experienced as good as this. It sent her higher and higher and she never wanted to come down from the delicious peak of sexual pleasure that she had reached.
Her cunt was drippy with the juices that she shot and she felt herself wet and slick from the orgasm.
Mindy above her was like a piece of delicious female flesh as she prodded and pushed the dildo deeper and deeper inside her.
Then it was Mindy's turn to come.
Sandy felt the shudders of orgasm shoot through her and make her writhe and twist in delicious pain and pleasure. It was almost as good to see her come as it was for her to come.
Sandy pulled the other woman tighter and tighter against her and made it better and better for her. She helped the dildo fight its way into Mindy's cunt and made it good for the other woman.
When Mindy came, she drenched Sandy's cunt with the thick cream of her orgasm.
It was thick and heavy and smelled rich and ready.
It was better than anything Sandy had ever smelled and she found herself lost in the passion of the moment. Her hand reached down between their bodies as she stroked Mindy's cunt slowly and passionately in order to soothe the raw and battered membranes.
Mindy loved this kind of attention and she did the same for Sandy.
She loved her with the same intensity at that moment that she could love any other woman on earth. It was the drug and the liquor in her that made her think like this but at that moment she did not care.
She did not care for anything except the delicious pleasure she had just had at the hands and the dildo of the other woman.
It was better than anything she had ever felt and she knew her orgasm would satisfy her.
Then, all of a sudden, she felt herself being picked up and brought to a place to lie down. She fell slowly into a state of complete oblivion where nothing existed anymore and nothing mattered.
She peacefully fell asleep.