Meeting Carmen Ch. 03

We had an excellent time yesterday, a sunny Saturday with many, many cute women wearing revealing clothing, Carmen most of all. To my delight, she looked forward to doing the same sort of thing today. Not a complete rerun of yesterday, not the craft fair all over again; but still meet in the morning, spend the day outdoors, and head back to my house for some fooling around.

At 9:45, I set up camp on the landing of my stairway, that perfect spot where I can gaze through the small window to see who’s at the door before she even knocks. I’ll agree that’s a little voyeuristic, but then Carmen proved to be an eager supplier for that sort of demand. Anyway, I wanted a glimpse of her as soon as she arrived.

At about five minutes to 10, she walked up to the door, but didn’t ring right away. She wore a cute pink outfit, her trademark sweatpants riding low on the hip, and a skimpy top, showing her midriff. She wore no bra. Very similar getup to yesterday’s, but I didn’t mind at all.

I was thinking how lucky I was to be with a girl who considered this to be casual wear, and anticipating seeing her loose sweats give in to gravity again, when she raised the stakes. She glanced behind her, hooked her thumbs in the waistband, and pushed her sweats down. She wore nothing underneath. Only afterward did she ring the doorbell.

That took bravery on her part. She was the kind of girl who would attract attention fully clothed. Now she stood bare-assed on my front step, which faced a public street.

I must have been staring at her awhile. She rang again, rousing me out of my reverie, and I came downstairs. I opened the door and feigned surprise at her half-naked state. “Uh, what’s going on?”

“About time!” she said. “I was standing out here in the open like this!”

“But how…” I said, looking down.

“Oh. They slipped off after I rang,” she explained. “I thought you’d be here in a few seconds anyway.”

I didn’t mind that she was fibbing to justify her dare; I thought it was even charming. I was also keeping a secret, and to point out hers would have meant revealing mine.

“Aren’t you going to offer any sort of help?” She was acting distressed about the situation, but her smile was a giveaway.

“Sure, I’ll help,” I said, and reached toward her chest.

She grabbed my forearms, laughing. “That is not helping!”

“Sorry.” I pulled up her sweats without any further mischief. I scanned the street to see if anyone was watching; I didn’t see anyone. That didn’t guarantee no one saw her.

I took her inside. Her hair was a little damp, with the scent of shampoo; her skin, dry, warm and clean. When you have a gorgeous woman in your arms, you know what a turn-on these ordinary sensations can become.

“I changed my mind about going out today,” I said. “Let’s get these clothes off you and just stay in.”

“You never want to wait,” she scolded. “It’ll be much more fun if you wait. I promise.”

We drove back to Capital City, this time planning to visit Hillside Park. There was a river walk, flower garden, and scenic overlooks; great for a sunny afternoon. We had lunch at a bistro across the river from the park.

Afterward, I ran into Gary, a friend from a few years back. I hadn’t seen him since New Year’s. He was hand in hand with a woman I didn’t know; their body language cried out “brand new couple.”

Gary had done quite well for himself. His new woman, Lynn, was small, about five-three, Chinese, with very light skin, and an incredibly cute face. She wore petite red satin shorts, and a matching collarless short-sleeve shirt. She had a shapely yet modest pair of breasts, but to my dismay she wore a bra. (I knew Carmen’s wardrobe was spoiling me, but I still felt cheated.) She also wore a red OU baseball cap, with her long ponytail pouring out the back. I love that cute tomboy look.

Her voice was lower than I expected. Not a James Earl Jones bass, of course, but the smooth, reserved, precise tones of a documentary narrator.

Lynn seemed a little aloof at first, particularly when she raised an eyebrow at Carmen’s attire. I tried to figure out why. Disdainful of Gary’s choice of friends? Culturally conservative? Or maybe jealous of another woman who might attract Gary’s wandering eye?

Gary and Lynn had no big plans for the day, so they joined us. Within a few minutes I saw my fears about Lynn were unfounded. She warmed up to us quickly, and had an appealing, offbeat sense of humor.

We sat around a small table at an organic juice bar, sipping our drinks. Gary and I got caught up on his new job, and then I popped the big question: “So how did you two meet?”

Gary chuckled. “I’ll let Lynn take this one.”

Lynn took a moment to compose herself, as if preparing for a piano recital.

“I was at Borders when I noticed this guy at the magazine rack. He was kind of cute, in a goofy sort of way. I was curious to see what he was reading, so I came over to take a look. I was kind of shocked at what I saw.”

“Better Homes and Gardens?” I joked.

“No,” she said, grinning. “Any other guesses?”

Carmen shrugged.

Lyn said: “Playboy’s Exotic Asians.”

Carmen laughed and I groaned. “Aw, bad timing, Gary.”

Gary shrugged, sheepish. It looked like he had sat through this story a few times.

Lynn said, “He picks it up, puts it underneath his stack of other books, and sneaks off to another section. And I’m so dismayed by this that I follow him. I go up to him and say point blank, ‘What’s that magazine you have?’”

“Busted,” I said, chuckling.

“I was expecting,” Lynn said, “that he’d be all defensive, or pretend he got it by accident, that sort of thing. I wanted to give him a hard time and watch him slink away with his tail between his legs. Instead, he’s got this guilty look, but otherwise he’s just totally honest about it.”

“Well, he could have bought it for the articles,” I ventured.

“There are no articles,” she said. “Just pictures. Naked chicks, cover to cover. So much for that excuse.”

“What did you say after that?”

“I was still pissed off. I mean, page after page of naked ‘exotic’ Asian women, how am I supposed to feel? The other stereotypes are bad enough. But having people who look like me, all submissive, with their clothes off, just pisses me off.”

“I see your point,” I said. “But how, after all that, did you end up together? Did he just start hitting on you?”

She smirked. “Worse. I guess I was charmed by his honesty or something, because instead of making him crawl away I said, ‘Why don’t you put that thing back on the shelf and meet me in the cafe.’ And he did.”

That was just like Gary. Always getting up shit creek but at the last second finding a paddle.

“So he buys me a coffee and we sit down, and I grill him some more. Do you have a girlfriend? Do you have an Asian fetish? And so on.”

“And I’m looking a little wistfully back at the magazine rack,” Gary joked.

Lynn shot him a cross look. It lasted only a second, and she smiled afterward, but I hoped she’d never send her evil eye my way.

“So what were your answers?” I said.

Gary said, “No, no girlfriend; broke up two months back. And no, no yellow fever. I like all hot women. I don’t discriminate.”

“More of this disarming candor and I stop the interrogation,” Lynn said. “So we’re just talking about all sorts of things, and all of a sudden it’s six o’clock. I say I’d better get going, nice to meet you, blah blah blah. And then he asks me out. And I’m surprised to hear myself answering yes.”

“That’s so romantic!” said Carmen.

“Really?” said Gary.

“Of course. All the classic movies start out with the man and woman not liking each other. Philadelphia Story, Pride and Prejudice…”

“That’s a good point,” said Lynn. “I never thought of it that way.”

“How was the first date?” I said.

“Gary was pretty smart about it. He called his friend Rick, who was on the second date with his own girlfriend Stacey, and set up a double date at the comedy club. We have a few drinks, we’re laughing, and we don’t have to sit across from each other and make small talk. By the time we do have dinner everybody’s warmed up and we have a good time. That ends at about 10, and Gary invites us all back to his hot tub.”

“Just like ‘Blind Date’,” Carmen laughed.

“If it was just Gary, on the first date, I would have never gone,” Lynn said. “But with another couple, it seemed OK. Gary took me back to my place to pick up a swimsuit. By that time I’m feeling brave enough to take something a little daring. Back at his house, when everyone else is already in the tub, I change inside and walk out in this skimpy little black bikini. Both guys’ jaws basically dislocate and just hang there.”

“You’d have to see it to believe it,” Gary said.

“I’m not like those big boobs centerfolds in those magazine Gary is so fond of,” she said, passing him a stern look, “but I look pretty good in the right suit. And that black one just does everything right.

“So we hang out for another hour or so, drinking wine and relaxing. We’re all feeling good, but no naughty stuff. You can kind of tell that Rick and Stacey are going to spend the night together. At about midnight, we all dry off, and they say goodbye. Three nights later, I go out with Gary again, and… now, we’re an item.”

“Good for you,” I said. “I’m glad you guys hit it off.”

Gary said, “Lynn, aren’t you going to tell Part Two?”

She shook her head. “I don’t know. No.”

“What’s Part Two?” said Carmen.

“It’s kind of personal.” Now Lynn was looking a little embarrassed.

“Come on, we’re all adults,” Gary said. “They’re good friends. Afterward, they can tell us their story.”

Lynn relented. “Okay. Um, ‘Part Two’ starts when Rick and Stacey are saying goodbye. I don’t feel like leaving yet, so I ask Gary if we can stay a little longer in the tub. We’ve all had some wine, and I’m feeling pretty good.”

She paused and looked at each of us, but she easily had our rapt attention. Part Two was looking pretty promising.

“He climbs back in the tub, and I’m about to. I’m standing there on the rim, he’s looking up at me, and I can tell he really likes what he sees. Then I convince myself, and gather up the nerve, to take off my top. For a while, I’m just standing there, with him staring at me. Staring at my, you know, boobs. I’m feeling a little lightheaded, nervous, but still excited.”

I confess I’ve had a very vivid image of this scene in my mind, well after the telling. If only I had been there…

“I finally,” she continued, “gather up the courage to climb in with him. Then one thing leads to another, two plus two is four, etc. etc.”

“That takes guts,” I said. “Especially for a guy you just met. Especially that guy.”

She laughed. “Well, in one way it was a sure thing. I’m Asian, I was topless; I knew that was his thing.”

“You may want to end the story there,” Gary said.

“Yes, long story short — there is no Part Three — we spent the night.”

“A cute story!” Carmen said. “I like it.”

“Thanks,” Lynn said. “So how did you two meet?”

I let Carmen handle that one. She recounted everything that happened in the stacks, up to and including my pulling her sweatpants back up. She left out the Druuna playacting, both with me and with her brother. For good reason. But she did include almost getting caught in the library storage room: we had sex on our first date, too. She might not have said so if Lynn had not already admitted the same thing.

“Our stories have a lot in common,” Lynn said.

“You’re right, come to think of it,” said Carmen. “Both guys with an interest in the, uh, naked female form; both of us sort of catch them at it; and then both of us following a hunch and doing something really daring.”

“You took a bigger chance than I did. I can’t imagine how frightened I’d be. Naked, having sex with your guy, hiding in the corner while people are trying to decide if they should take your clothes away? That’s extreme.”

“Yeah, there was more risk of being seen. But taking off your top and climbing into a spa with a guy you met that day — that takes guts too.”

“Glad things didn’t get out of hand!”

There was a lull in the conversation for a bit, Lynn looking pensive, until she faced Carmen as if conducting a TV interview. “Are you doing a dare right now?”

“Oh, what I’m wearing?” Carmen said. “Yeah. Two, I guess. One is go without a bra; and the other is these loose sweatpants.”

“See how low you can let them go?”

“Sometimes they fall all the way off. And I don’t have anything on underneath.”

“No way!” Gary exclaimed.

“Easy there, honey,” Lynn said, palm toward Gary. To Carmen: “You’re not kidding? No undergarments of any kind?”

“No, I’m not.” Carmen hopped off her stool, stood in front of Lynn. “Here’s proof.” She pulled out her waistband just enough to show Lynn.

Lynn’s eyebrows perked up. “You are braver than I am.”

Gary said, “I need to verify this too. With my own eyes.”

Lynn picked up her glass, which had some melting cubes and very diluted juice. “Gary, I think you need cooling down.”

She was half joking, though. He raised his hands in mock surrender.

We finished our drinks and walked toward the park. Gary was sneaking peeks at Carmen’s chest, irritating Lynn, but who could blame him. The top clung to her breasts, outlining every curve, its V-neck showing a few inches of cleavage. Slight shadows suggested her dark areolae through the pink material, and the telltale bumps of her nipples implied that Carmen was a little excited about showing off like this.

I think Lynn was determined to hold her tongue, and not get riled up by his gawking. She certainly seemed to enjoy Carmen’s company, and soon they were chatting about mutual interests, leaving the guys to themselves.

Hillside Park overlooks the city, and perched on one hill is a botanical garden, free to the public and supported by donations. It was one of those places none of us had visited, even after living here for years.

We let the girls walk ahead as we ascended the wide path, one perk being the view we had.

From the back, Lynn was firm and compact, her butt just curvy enough to be feminine. I found myself comparing the shape and flow of her slender legs to the proportions and lines I study when drawing a figure: the subtle curve of the calves, the way the muscles in the thigh blend and define its shape. If only I could see her in something more revealing, such as the maroon underwear/bikini the young woman was wearing the day before. More and more, I was finding myself quite taken with Lynn.

Not that I was any less appreciative of Carmen; I have plenty of lust to go around. All our walking had caused the waistline of her sweats to inch down even farther than I thought was possible while still staying on. She had a little bit of “plumber’s butt” showing, though she’d be the sexiest plumber anyone had ever seen. Gary was also following this development like the final reel of a whodunit film.

Our patience was rewarded when friction gave way to gravity, and her sweats fell down. “Uh oh!” she cried, kneeling down to grab them, and the pulled them back up as she straightened.

Possibly Gary regretted walking behind Carmen at that point. He saw a flash of her bare bottom, very nice in itself, but Lynn got a glimpse of her dark bush. So did a young couple approaching us. The guy looked our way for while, as if waiting for instant replay, while his woman took his arm and glared straight ahead.

Lynn laughed. “I can’t believe I just saw that.”

“That’s part of the dare,” Carmen said. “It happened a couple times yesterday, too.”

“You didn’t say anything about yesterday,” Lynn said. “So you did the same dare?”

“Yeah, a few people got a good look.”

“I think you should increase the dare today.”

Carmen arched an eyebrow. “I don’t think I will. I’m new at this, but I think that changing it midway might get me into trouble. I’ll work up my own dares, thanks.”

“Well, this isn’t really a new one. You could do the same dare, but… a little more daring.”

“How would you do that?”

“Next time, let me pull them up instead of you. I’ll do it whenever you say so. But you should try to postpone saying so as long as possible.”

“No, sorry,” Carmen said. “That’s too much control in someone else’s hands.”

“That’s the fun part. I mean, I’m not going to get you in trouble. I’m on your side. But in your mind, there’ll be that lingering sense of doubt; that feeling of ‘do you really trust her?’”

“Why would I do that?”

“It’s like a roller coaster,” Lynn said, by coincidence using the analogy Carmen did yesterday. “You know you’ll get through the ride without even a scratch. But when you first get to the very top and look down, there’s still that instinctive feeling you have about five seconds to live. That’s the thrill.”

Carmen thought this over. “Okay. But you have to do a dare too.”

“That depends. What do you propose?”

“This one’s simple. You are wearing panties, right?” said Carmen.

“At least someone is,” Lynn joked, to which Carmen stuck out her tongue.

“Your dare,” Carmen said, “is to take off your shorts and put them in my bag. You get them at the end of the day.”

Lynn looked down, picturing herself in her panties. “I don’t know.”

“Come on, I’ve already shown a lot more than you will! It’s just like wearing a bikini bottom. Lots of girls are doing that today!”

Meanwhile, the image came to my mind of the blonde, stacked girl we saw yesterday in the denim cutoffs and the sheer yellow bikini top. What was she doing today? Maybe wearing the matching bikini bottom as well, her bush and butt easily visible, tinted yellow? So many girls you see only once in passing, and would love to find again.

Lynn accepted the deal. “Okay. But I get to change in the bathroom.”

“Okay,” Carmen conceded. It was a deal.

We found a set of restrooms. The girls went inside while the guys waited. It gave us a chance to compare some notes.

“Carmen is a fox!” Gary said. “I can’t believe you found somebody like that at the freaking library!”

“Don’t sell yourself short,” I said. “Lynn is really cute, too. You scored big time.”

“They get along well. I guess we should take up tennis or something.”

“I don’t think either of us would mind mixed doubles,” I said.

“Too bad they don’t hate each other,” he said. “Wouldn’t mind seeing a knock-down, drag-out-”

We had to stop there because the girls came back out. This was apparently a magic bathroom. Lynn had transformed from attractive, refined girl to innocent-looking sex object. She looked hesitant about appearing in public like this, but reluctant to back down on her word.

Her panties were red (like everything in her wardrobe?) and small, just like bikini bottoms with spaghetti straps. An inch or two of skin was exposed between the waistband and the hem of her now-loose shirt. There was the slightest curve in her slim belly. Her legs looked long now, even at her height.

She had taken off her baseball cap and untied her ponytail. Glossy straight hair hung down to her shoulder blades.

Carmen explained that she had stepped up Lynn’s dare, and taken her bra as well. Lynn’s nipples made gumdrop-size bumps under her shirt.

“You feel okay, Lynn?” I asked.

“Really overexposed,” she said. “Carmen says not to cross my arms or try to hide myself, but it’s hard not to do that.”

“I have some more dares for you two,” Gary joked.

“No, Gary,” they said in unison; and then joked about the effectiveness of stereo “No, Gary’s” versus mono.

The garden wasn’t crowded, but there were usually enough people around so that we knew the next “Carmen event” would have probably have an audience. However nervous she might have been, she didn’t once touch her waistband, to hang onto it or lift it up.

Lynn at first did not at all appreciate the attention she was getting. I could see her stiffen up whenever someone passed, trying to act natural but wishing the person would just scoot by without looking. After a while she seemed to realize that it wasn’t that dangerous, going braless and in bikini bottoms in public, but with three friends and in a progressive, tolerant area of the country. Nobody was going to throw holy water on her.

Apparently Corista was of similar mind, since she, too, had a groaning orgasm that lasted about two minutes. She howled away like some wounded beast, bringing shivers to my shoulders and sympathetic throbs to my snatch, as the Devil plunged away between her thighs with his vicious barb. At this point Sheila had stripped herself completely of clothing and begun to undress me. “Try the Sybian,” she said, indicating the machine. Though I was obviously much more comfortable than I’d been a few minutes before, I was still reluctant to make a public spectacle of myself on the floor. As always, I looked at JJ and he gave me a slow wink with both eyes, indicating that it was okay with him. My blouse was unbuttoned and bra unfastened, but I wasn’t at the point where I wanted to be naked in public.

So, I pulled the machine over in front of JJ, turned it toward him so that he could watch over me, and I slowly began to impale myself on its plastic prong. My Lord, it felt “sooo”" “good! Even for a dildo, it filled me absolutely full, though was a bit cold. I realized that I was hopelessly drunk – I’d finished my third “absinthe”! – as I giggled and did a few quick thrusts…then Sheila switched on the machine. The vibrations inside me and the quivering bump against my clit immediately transported me to another level. I couldn’t speak. All I could do was whine and moan. I reached forward and grabbed fists full of JJ’s pant legs, furrowing my brow with pleasure, and he smiled wanly at me, reaching down to stroke one of my hands in an understanding way. I then let Sheila undress me, at last removing all my garments…blouse, bra and wrap-around skirt. About all I can remember for many minutes in my liquor-laced mind was Sheila sitting behind me on the saddle and caressing me softly from my trembling pelvis, up over my tits and back down. I soon began wailing loudly as an absolutely magnificent orgasm washed over me in thunderous, interminable, breathtaking waves.

Sheila surprised me by turning down the machine slightly. I was frustrated by its relative stillness, and by now just wanted more! I was in a dreamlike state – my brain was addled from “absinthe” and wine – and my body was a slave to the buzzing probe inside me, as well as its wonderful clit vibrator. She noticed my hunger as I began to whine and thrust my hips more quickly onto the dildo, and again she switched it higher, causing me to mewl in delight.

I was vaguely aware of Corista joining us, sitting next to JJ. She was totally naked, and though I’d renewed my pleasant engagement with the machine, I saw the full splendor of her mature body. I shuddered inside as I suddenly realized that I wanted to hold her…to feel her flesh against mine. I closed my eyes to slits as the machine vibrated inside me, making me bead with perspiration from even more desire. She watched me writhe and grip the material of JJ’s slacks and a slight smile appeared on her face, the first time she’d acknowledged me in a kindly way. She placed both hands under her full breasts and held them out, seemingly to me. They hardly sagged, were tipped with large black-painted nipples, and I wanted to suckle them and feel them pressing against mine.

Still looking at me, she leaned against JJ’s shoulder and sat on her right haunch with her bent leg flat on the sofa. Then she raised her left leg widely to place her foot on the cushion, opening her pink pussy fully to me. At the inside edge of her tan labia there was a thin growth of pubic hair that I thought she must pluck with tweezers in order to keep it so neat. The snake tattooed from her slit to her navel was hideous, yet heightened her mysterious appeal. She whispered something to JJ and looked back at me without expression, then opened her legs further. She was very wet, and I could scarcely keep my eyes off of her snatch. She then leaned over JJ’s middle and took his hardening cock in her right hand, her purple-polished nails gleaming in the dim light as her long fingers gripped his pulsing member. In one slow move, now looking impassively into my eyes, she leaned down further and placed her beautiful, bow-like mouth over his cock. I whimpered, feeling helpless, as JJ threw back his head at the contact of her swirling tongue, and her eyes pierced me, registering nothing but calculated provocation. The yellowish tint of her irises, bound by black mascara and shadow, was half-covered by her unblinking upper lids. She looked like a monstrous, wanton animal as I watched her curled upper lip and hand cycle up and down his bulging penis. It was the bulging penis of the man I love…and I whimpered…realizing with horror that I greedily wanted both the phallus she was sucking, as well as its fellatrix, not to mention the wondrous machine.

I cried out like a little girl, “Ohh, JJ!” and my mind was screaming from seeing him pleasured by this fantastic woman. But Sheila had turned on the vibrators again, and was stroking my trembling, hot body. Yet I was still hurt by Corista’s spectacle, which was just one of many going on in the room. Sheila turned up the vibrations further, causing the Sybian’s dildo to quiver in me to my cervix, and I was off again, whimpering and keening for her not to stop. For the longest time I was in a surreal sphere that melded the physical with the mental, the sensual with the imaginative, as my vagina spasmed from scores of micro orgasms.

Then, I became just barely conscious of someone standing next to my left. I looked up, distractedly, and it was Luc. Though addled by the insidious liquor, I recognized that he was the Devil, now without mask and costume. His thin body was naked, covered with tawdry tattoos, and his cock hung softly between his legs…nearly halfway to his knees it seemed. It was covered with that…that thing…with the scales! Up close, they were triangular, with their bases against his member. Each one was tipped with a small, round piece of rubber…obviously meant to stimulate a woman’s vagina. There seemed to be dozens of them. “Ohh, Gaawd!” I gasped in my stupor, as he languidly slipped his hand to and fro along its flaccid length.

“No, my dear Ginny…Luc. Some say it’s short for Lucifer!” he grinned, wickedly. “Thought you might like to see me up close and personal,” he said, running his hand up and down his hardening member, causing the green rubber scales to rise and fall.

“Ohhh,” I gasped, watching him manipulate his prick.

Then he dropped to his knees and licked for a moment at the patch of dried blood on my left knee. He tongued it clean and looked up at me, murmuring, “Mmmm, nice ‘n’ salty…just like you are inside, I’ll bet.” He shocked me by whispering, “I’d give a king’s ransom to drink your menstrual blood!” Then he went back to nibbling and licking me, this time covering my entire thigh with streams of shiny drool. “Mmmm, your legs are those of an angel,” he murmured. “Downstairs, I wanted to force them apart, smear your cunt with “crème brulee”, then eat you for dessert…right on the table!” His long, slick tongue caused an immediate pang in my pussy. “Would you have fought me?” he asked, muttering as he continued to lick at my leg.

I cried out, “Yeeaah! No! Oohh, I…don’t know!” as a minor orgasm hit me again. I was still bracing my hands on JJ’s legs, and had found the perfect angle for the machine to do me, leaning forward, with my shoulders high and neck and head drooping between them. Luc now began stroking the insides of my trembling thighs with his bony fingers, starting at my knees, then moving to my wet clit, which now seemed glued to the machine’s vibrating button.

Every square inch of my body was working now, working to bring me nothing but pleasure. Luc’s mouth was still working, too, as he was sucking at my trembling left breast with little nips and kisses. He moved his left hand across me to twiddle my right nipple, just as Sheila began pushing something into my anus. Another dildo! I realized, as I raised my head dazedly to see the waitress with the tray walking away. I gasped as the latex probe entered my ass gently…easily, since Sheila had lubed it and…”it felt really good”! I looked again to JJ for acknowledgement, perhaps support…I hoped, permission…to really let go. My mind left me for a moment, and I saw myself from above, out of my body, and realized that I’d become a slut again. My new faith, as strongly as I’d wished it to guide me from day to day, was rapidly withering.

I couldn’t see JJ. Corista had pulled his pants down to his knees, straddled his legs with her back to him, and was sliding up and down on his cock…my JJ’s cock! I looked at its tan fullness splitting her wet labia, which were outlined in black with their pencil line of hair, and I immediately clamped down inside on the dildos filling me as the Latina’s pleasure registered repeatedly on her slack-jawed face. “Ooohh, JJ…noooo,” I whined, suddenly frightened that this exotic beast-woman would split us up. I panicked as I imagined her taking him from me…or me from him. In the back of my mind, I wondered, crazily, if I might be able to trade my body – giving myself to Corista, or the entire group of these people – in exchange for his indispensable love.

My fears were heightened by the fact that JJ’s hands grasped her waist and he was helping her liquid vertical movements. He’s enjoying her! I thought. “I’m “supposed to be doing that for him! I started to panic again but realized that it was another mini orgasm that had hit me, leaving me once again to drop my head and moan. I heard a low whisper, “Ginny…Ginnnny.” It was Luc, now standing upright on his knees, next to me on the floor, stroking his cock, which was now hugely erect and without its scaly green condom. “Giiinnnny…please…taste me,” he said, touching my left upper arm with his hot, swollen tool.

“N-n-n-no!” I gasped. “I can’t! It’s not right! JJ’s my…,” I almost started to say “husband”, but I couldn’t! “JJ’s my…,” and realized that “step-father-in-law”, “father of my baby”, “boss”, “landlord”, whatever, were equally ridiculous and wouldn’t work! Then my body froze from a little orgasm again, and all I could mutter was, “I love JJ!” at which point Sheila cranked up the vibrating machine again and I acknowledged its tireless, impersonal efforts with a yelp.

“But Jay’s busy right now,” Sheila said from behind me, coldly, as she renewed her tempo with the lubed dildo in my bowels.

I looked dreamily over at Luc, whose face had again taken on its kindly air, and he raised his eyebrows and proffered his pulsing cock to me. It was so big I wasn’t sure I could get it into my mouth. I looked in front of me to Corista, who was now working toward a climax of her own, with JJ’s index finger blindly rubbing her clit in front. Looking back at Luc, who’d edged closer to me so that his cock lay on my arm not two inches away from my mouth, I realized that JJ – damn him! – wouldn’t care if I blew a horse right now. I licked my dry lips. “I’ll pray for you, my sweet!” Luc said, softly, then groaned, “Ahhhhhhnng!” as I closed my mouth over his glans and pushed down gradually over his thick, hot meat. It was awkward for me to move, so he flicked his hips slightly to gain more depth to my throat, and I tasted the viscous pre-cum leaking from him. It reminded me of the bitter taste of my ice show producer on tour who, five years before, always forced me to suck him off if I gained an extra few pounds, which stretched my costumes. Unlike then, though, my body was now afire, all three of my holes were full, and this lurid, filthy scene was created indelibly in my mind as I closed my eyes tightly, embarrassed that all of these people could see what I was doing.

Only a few others were watching us, however, as I heard just three or four whispering voices around us, while many others were still rutting away around the room. I still didn’t want to open my eyes as I heard Luc breathlessly praising my hot, velvety mouth, so I just accepted the fact that he’d cum, I’d swallow his load, and it’d all be over. Then JJ and I could go home and never come back here again.

That’s when Corista erupted in another climax. I snapped open my eyes and looked toward her…to where she was bouncing up and down on JJ’s cock. This caused Luc to scoot around on his knees so he didn’t pop from my lips, which he’d been stretching with his glans for a couple of minutes. She screeched and clawed at JJ’s naked thighs, causing a series of sympathetic tremors in me as I knew what she was feeling from my man’s thrusting rod. She also tugged at her blackened nipples for several seconds, until she came down from her peak, moaning. She then pulled off of JJ, leaving his dick to flap away in the air and, adjusting her feet on the floor, moved forward slightly to place him into her rectum, once again to slide very slowly…haltingly…down to his balls. She then pulled her legs up to place her feet flat on the sofa outside of his thighs. She was splayed completely open, showing off her dripping cunt, and leaning back against him, now with him fully impaling her anus. Still gasping, she gave me her signature, half-lidded look and beckoned her fingers to me, whispering, “Come here, sweet little blonde American girl. I know you want to taste me, too.” Her large, red clitoris was pulsing at me, as if it were some sort of Sapphic sign that blinked, “Welcome.”

“The Priestess is summoning you, Ginny,” Luc groaned in an ambivalent tone, aware that he’d have to relinquish my mouth to his boss. “You must go to her to save your soul.”

“What?” I gasped, pulling my lips off his giant cock. Suddenly I felt momentarily sober, shocked at this apostate’s pronouncement. He certainly has a novel approach to spiritual salvation! I thought. “I’m not going to…,” I started to say. Secretly, though, I wanted to scratch that awful, taboo, lesbian itch that my mother had had years ago…and that I’d had more recently. Deep down, I wanted to taste her…to eat her…to gorge myself on her rich juices. The element of pride was also involved, since I “knew” she was challenging me to demonstrate my sexual skills on “her” body. Yet I still hesitated.

Sheila interrupted me and said, “Ginny, you’ve been sucking a holy man’s cock for over five minutes – just a couple of hours after you’ve met him – and I know for a fact that you’re not a virgin at “this”.”

She has a point, I thought. “But I’ll have to leave my machine!” I whined. Though…JJ hadn’t popped yet. Maybe if I could get Corista to cum, on the way home he and I could just pull over in the car and we could fuck ourselves silly, I thought to myself. Sheila’s turned off the machine, anyway, and it’s now just a cold, inanimate appliance. The dildos still felt good though, and I pushed forward and backward, trying to keep up the thrusting feeling. But I gradually succumbed to the inevitable. Reluctantly, I slipped off of the saddle. Sheila pulled the machine out of the way and removed the other dildo from my ass. I was astonished at how empty I felt, and crawled on all fours between JJ’s outspread legs, shyly edging closer to Corista’s open, pink gash, whose dripping inner lips seemed to vibrate for a touch of my tongue.

An inch away from her pussy, I smelled her overpowering, womanly scent. I felt dizzy suddenly, as a thousand cells in my brain expired from the alcohol I’d consumed. I “do” want to eat her…to suck her juices down, I thought. She’s so beautiful. And – Sheila’s right – I’m not a virgin…even at this. I’ve tasted Carol as well as Sheila and, years ago – reluctantly – my roommate on tour in Philadelphia, who was my first woman. I slowly eased my tongue into Corista’s slit, causing her to groan loudly, “Ah, “Si”!…my tender little blonde girl. I’ve wanted you all night!” Then I dug into her boldly, feeling her thin band of wiry pubic hair tickle my tongue on the sides. I swirled it in deep circles to feel her sweet quivering tissues, and her hands came immediately to the sides of my head, sealing my mouth completely to her trembling vulva. I raised my hands to the inside of her soft, smooth, buttery thighs and she mewled like a little girl, “Ooohhhh, “Si”, “raggaza”…”Si”! “Si”!” Then I pulled back, causing her to moan disappointedly, since I wanted to taste JJ’s cock. I licked his member at its base, protruding from her ass, and savored the bittersweet, acrid taste of her bowels that had gathered there as a result of their sodomy. Encouraged, and feeling awfully powerful…awfully dirty…I spent minutes taking long, slow licks at their junction, alternately lapping up at her soaking pussy. No, I wasn’t a virgin at this, I confessed to myself proudly, now without a trace of shame.

*Part 4*

How much time has passed? I wondered. Corista was keening my name constantly and I heard the muted grunts of others in the room as her thighs opened and closed against my ears. Then someone was behind me, between my legs, and was stirring a cock into me. I thought that it was Luc’s because it felt huge, disturbing me a bit at first. A hand grasped my shoulder and I saw its bony outline, with a green tattoo snaking up its wrist. It was Luc, of course, and he was pushing into me…and pushing…and pushing some more, spreading my inner tissues with his great cudgel and leaving me breathless. He struck my cervix and I grunted, momentarily disengaging from Corista, to admonish him, “No!” I didn’t want him forcing that thing into my womb. That’s a special place…meant only for JJ. Then he began to pull out and I felt as if my vagina was experiencing hundreds of little electric shocks. My buttocks trembled and my birth canal spasmed out of control with each withdrawal. He’s slipped on one of those scaly rubbers! I realized. And, as his lunging hips sped up, he caused me to screech as each rubber-tipped triangle created its own chain of heavenly seizures, from my cervix out to my pussy.

I grunted like a wild animal each time Luc pulled out of me. I was absolutely crazy with the desire for more. The sound from my throat was a feral, “Uuunnh!…Uuunnh!…Uuunnh!…Uuunnh! Uuunnh!” The rubber scales on his condom stroked backward against my vaginal lining and each one seemed to spark a micro orgasm of its own. I began shrieking into Corista’s cunt, forcing air into her, which escaped every few seconds in little love farts along with her flowing juice. I was climaxing constantly by this time, dwarfing the sounds of the other guests and drawing a crowd as Luc plundered me. The redheaded attendant, the dildo waitress, even some of the earlier entertainers who’d fucked, now stood around watching the skinny, tattooed man turn me into a mass of growling, groaning, whimpering, cunt-licking woman flesh.

Somewhere between the time I saw Corista sucking JJ’s cock and the present, I’d reconciled myself to what was happening. Gone were my inhibitions, also my religious sensibilities. Though still drunk, I realized that I was in this until JJ decided to go home. So, I separated my mind from my body, which had betrayed me…and let my body do what it wanted. I reveled in the sheer physical feeling of Luc’s assault of me…only the third cock I’d felt in over five years, since age nineteen. But this one was amazing! The sheer magnitude of his flesh was daunting, and I was determined to enjoy it, taking Sheila’s advice suddenly to heart. Besides, he “used “to be a man of the cloth. Now that he was a renegade, I figured that – though he’s a rank hypocrite – a man endowed with this much meat couldn’t be “all” bad. For a moment, I realized that I’d reverted to my old self – the younger Ginny, slut “extraordinaire” – immediately assessing a man for what he carried between his legs. But at this point I hardly cared about my image, or what I was, so long as I could continue fucking.

Luc was disappointing, though, I’m sorry to say. He was mechanical. There was no art in his movements. The primary source of my incredible sensation was his size and the wondrous condom. I guess they don’t teach seminarians how to fuck, I thought, as he drilled me in and out. He was jamming my labia and wispy blonde pubic hair into my vagina, making my cunt sting, so I reached between my legs to stop the chafing, spreading my lips around what felt like a baseball bat being thrust into me. With my other hand I reached around to spread one buttock apart from the other to grant him better access, and heard the pastor grunt admiringly at the sight. “Nnnghh, oooh…yesss, Ginny…show me your lovely…welcoming pink cloister,” he gasped. Soon I reached around with my other hand and spread both buttocks widely to further ease his insensitive passage into my stretched opening. I hadn’t felt this full since giving birth to Andi!

He grunted salaciously, “Aaangh…yeah…Ginny! Pull yourself…all the way…open for me! Let me fuck…all the way…to your souuul!” I gripped my open cheeks and felt him now grab my hands, digging his nails into my muscled bottom between my fingers ’til I feared he’d tear me apart as he drilled deeply into my belly. Then he pulled out and jammed himself sharply, quickly, into my ass, surprising me for a moment. He didn’t really hurt me much since my bottom was so numb, I was lubricated, and my asshole was still partly open from the dildo. His quick entry caused me to shout, though, then succumb – mewling – to a different sort of internal pleasure. It felt as if he’d stuck a large ear of corn up my bowels, as the rough surface of his condom repeatedly scrubbed the slippery lining of my bowel. He grunted, “Nnngahhh! Yesss…you sublime angel! I’m going to…drive all the demons…from your squalid, evil hole!” and lewdly stirred my colon for several minutes as my groans were muffled by Corista’s quivering pussy. Then he was suddenly back in my cunt, renewing my dizzy, ravenous desire for more of his beastly thrusts. I moaned in my throat as I felt Corista spasm and, with a burst of drunken energy I clawed at her thighs, rocking rapidly to and fro between licking her gash and taking his hellish probe, every few moments in one hole or the other. My knees were chafed nearly raw from digging into the carpet as I flung myself at them both, as mindless as the woman I’d seen earlier, doing herself with the tank-like fucking machine.

I seemed to be cumming almost constantly, partly because my eyes were closed and I was imagining that it was JJ who was reaming me from behind. My fingers were now flying against my clit. In the meantime, Corista was close to cumming now, gasping and pulling at my hair, and…and…yesss, there she went. “Aaaaiiiiyeeeeh!” she screamed, pounding at me so hard that I was afraid my lips would be bruised. She was mumbling soft, sweet-sounding Mediterranean things to me as she stroked my face, nearly crying real tears from her joy, as I grunted like a pig at her hired Devil, who was dogging me from behind with his giant, prickly dong. Then JJ’s cock suddenly jutted out at me, having dislodged from her rectum, and I cried out deliriously as I took as much of him into my throat as I could. The tangy, acidic tastes of Corista’s bowels mixed in my drooling mouth as, without a break in my rhythm, I cycled forward and backward rapidly, now between JJ and Luc.

It’s the Devil’s turn now, I thought. I started hammering back against Luc…my cervix be damned! And I thought that he was about to start cumming, softly, then harder, then – all of a sudden – I heard him gasp, “Chalice!” He pulled from my swollen pussy, ripped off the scaly condom, and turned toward the redheaded attendant, who systematically milked as much of his thick load into the silver cup as she could. Their coordination was bad this time, though, and he spooged ribbons of cum on my butt, shooting it all the way up my back into my hair. Still panting, yet finally free of the enslaving, devilish barb, I rose up to my knees and saw that there must be six or eight ounces of semen collected from several men in the silver goblet.

There were no distractions now…just me worshipping JJ, the man that I loved, from my knees. I knew exactly what he liked, and drooled on him copiously, taking him into my throat with soft, humming thrusts. “I “was” “the priestess of the moment now, prideful as my mouth coaxed from him that elixir of life that had already given me one child. My hands stroked him lovingly as I pulled off of his proud staff, then tickled his scrotum as I felt him pulse a couple of times just prior to an orgasm. I looked up into his eyes and he nodded once, quickly, and I was back on him as he erupted into my hollowed cheeks with me sucking…drinking down…his delicious hot seed. I swallowed endlessly, feeling his tense thighs grip me under my arms, until he was completely spent and lolled back to relax, having not made a sound. Licking my lips clean, I then reached up to his face and squeezed his cheeks with one hand. “We did good, JJ,” I whispered, causing a few surrounding spectators to chuckle at my choice of words.

I flipped over, sitting down on the floor hard, wondering why “I “had been the informal star of the show this evening…the source of all these people’s visual pleasure, as some of the onlookers applauded me. Corista rose and stroked my head lovingly as if I’d brought her a high-tipping customer. Then, she and Luc were off to the stage. He donned his mask, horns and a magisterial shoulder cape and bore the chalice full of male cum at chest height in front of himself. She put on her cape and looked…satisfied, as well as glamorous. By this time, Sheila had left us and was fellating an older gentleman smoking a cigar in a plush chair twenty feet from us. I looked at JJ and he scooped me up next to him, wrapping my naked shoulders with his blazer. As Luc preened on the stage I noticed the dildo tray that our waitress had left on our table, since she’d gone to the stage with Luc to kneel in front of him. In one corner of the box there were a couple of dozen of the scaly rubbers, marked distinctively on their foil wrappers. I figured that I’d earned them, and leaned forward to grab a handful and stuff them into one of JJ’s blazer pockets. I wanted him to show me, later, just how irreligious he could be!

“I am ready to grant communion!” Luc announced grandly, and a few other lissome, naked ladies joined our waitress on their knees, waiting to be blessed by the Devil. “Ginny!” he called to me, extending his hand in my direction, “Please join us at the altar!” I looked at JJ and, very relaxed, he shrugged noncommittally. I’d gone this far, I thought, plus, I’d gotten off both the lead performer and the owner of the place. Sure, I’d “take communion,” and whatever else they had to give! Getting up and fluffing my sticky hair, I walked naked to the stage with my butt and back still shiny from Luc’s cum. When the spotlight hit me I emphasized my best shoulders-back posture and proudly thrust out my larger tits that birthing Andi had given me. When I reached the stage, Luc placed me at the end of a line of six young, attractive women.

Holding the cup out in front of himself, Luc stood in front of the girl at the other end of the line – the pretty, blue-eyed brunette who had been our first waitress – who began sucking his naked member. As she did, his huge, soft cock began to fill with blood and rise, all the while he was haltingly muttering the Eucharist – in English – and he flexed his hips slightly as his kneeling parishioner’s mouth engulfed what in the spotlight looked like a gnarled, satanic scepter. After a minute or so, he pulled from her mouth and muttered, “This is my blood…,” and held the semen-filled cup to her lips for a generous sip. He then moved to a light-skinned East Indian girl to his left and muttered, “This is my body…,” and she took his cock in her mouth, which excited him more, and he continued down the line, having each girl fellate him, then giving her a drink of spunk from the goblet.

I watched each one of them, and they seemed so willing…so eager to accept this blessing. They were all in their early twenties, were gorgeous, and represented many ethnic groups. There was a tall, raven-haired Asian, a muscular African-American, the redhead, a girl who might be Lebanese, the two on the other end, and me…the only strawberry blonde. Each girl serviced his cock, some quite adeptly, I observed, though without using their hands, and each swallowed a glob of semen from the cup. Some of the ecumenical gathering had difficulty ending its stream, since it tended to stick together as the vessel was pulled away, leaving gooey strings bridged to their lips. Corista stood facing me, just to my right, with her hand on my shoulder, as if she favored me, then moved as Luc finally stood in front of me. He was visibly excited. His prick was fully erect and its bulbous crown pulsed at me just inches in front of my face. He’d been sucked by six beautiful young women in a line, and smiled down at me expectantly, which told me that he’d been looking forward to granting me a special sort of treatment.

I looked at the angry, fleshy dick throbbing in front of my lips, and opened my mouth widely, tilting back my head and lowering my tongue – in effect, taunting him – so that he could see the ample size of my oral cavity. Then I gave him a wicked grin and slid my lips over his glans ’til it reached my throat. He groaned and staggered a bit, causing Corista to grab him by the elbow to prevent his falling. I then took a deep breath and throated him vigorously for several moments, until he whimpered like a little boy, his bony knees shaking. I pulled off, breathed deeply, and went back onto him, now using both of my hands, one to jack him off and the other to fondle his heavy, hairy balls. His whimpers turned to groans, then moans, and finally I heard hacking gasps as his belly started to writhe, indicating an imminent orgasm. He shouted, “No! Not in your mouth, my child!” and tried to withdraw from my throat to deposit his seed in the chalice, but I grabbed him tightly around his skinny buttocks, dug my nails into them, and began to feel his jerking cock squirt his load into my vacuuming gullet. He struggled in my grasp, whining, as he filled my hollowing cheeks. I swallowed, moaning and gulping as I sucked, and he finally managed to disengage from my voracious lips to stagger back and squirt string after string of jizz on my face, breasts and hair. Corista had grabbed the chalice, keeping it from falling to the floor, yet it was clear that I’d subdued her hired hand…her ersatz Devil.

The look on his face was priceless! It showed surprise, resignation, defeat and guilt, as he shrank back further, out of the spotlight, to sit on a chair far upstage. I was on a roll, however. I stood and grabbed the chalice from Corista, turned toward the audience with my messy, cum-drenched face and torso, and tilted the goblet to my lips to drink down its remaining sticky, lukewarm contents to the last drop. Each little bit tasted different, of course – some sour, some bland – but I acted as if the blended mixture were the finest nectar. After three full gulps I was finished. I dropped the cup to the floor and licked my lips with relish, then skipped back to where JJ was sitting. I was so proud of myself! I’d been a junior national figure skating champion once, and now I’d shown that I was a championship cock sucker, too! The house exploded into cheers and applause. Much as I wanted to give him a deep, open-mouthed kiss at this point, I was aware of JJ’s phobias about cum and spared him the dubious pleasure.

I grabbed my clothing and raced to the nearby ladies’ room to flop down on a toilet. In thirty seconds I felt a slight stab of nausea, and quickly dropped to the tile floor, naked on my knees. I retched a couple of times, tasting the burning mix of bile and jizzum in my mouth, but swallowed it back down, feeling light-headed. As I spat out a little milky green liquid, I realized that tomorrow I’d pay the price with the mother of all hangovers.

*Part 5*

I toweled myself off, dressed, combed out my gooey hair, and rejoined JJ. Corista was telling him that Luc had violated one of his codes by cumming directly into my body. “He’s…”uno”" penitento”,” she said. “Whether in the mouth, vagina or anus, like The Christ, he forbids himself the pleasure of seeding a woman,” she explained. I looked upstage and Luc was seated with his back to the room, flagellating himself – lashing his shoulders with a short whip with several leather plaits, a cat o’ nine tails – and mumbling incantations. Witnessing his depraved psyche at work, I shuddered at the fact that I’d allowed this twisted man to fuck me – before a crowd – in all three of my orifices. My breath was foul, as I tongued from my gums the viscous remnants from the chalice. And the plastic-y aftertaste of the phony Devil’s cum in my mouth made me want to gag, as I tugged at JJ’s arm, prompting him to quickly leave.

Sheila – my volunteer advisor and attendant for the evening – remained behind with a couple of the tall, buff waiters, and, as I looked at her before going downstairs, I saw that she’d be “very “busy for a while, implementing her sensuous philosophy. JJ and I had been offered free French meals each Friday evening if I participated in our hostess’s shows. I respectfully declined, but suggested to Corista that we might be back sometime. I was desperate to be alone with JJ now, but first insisted on drinking some ice water to clear my palate. After three glasses, I was ready to go, yet continued to belch little burps that tasted and smelled of cum.

“I’m in trouble,” said JJ, as we got back on the road. “Andi’s sleeping in our bed with Lee tonight, which means I’ll have to use your shower and sleep in the den.” JJ had designed a huge, open bathroom for the master bedroom in the new house – one of just two in the place with a full bath and shower – which meant that he’d awaken our daughter and his wife if he cleaned up when we got home.

“‘S’okay,” I mumbled, still dizzy from drink, which was rapidly turning into a headache. “Maybe we can shower together,” I grinned, sliding next to him and stroking his cock through his slacks. As we pulled onto the winding road that leads home I snuggled against him and – rather apologetically – murmured, “I feel so filthy…being soaked with…then drinking…other mens’ semen.”

“You “did “enjoy it, though, didn’t you?” he asked. “You “looked “like you did. Do you feel guilty?”

“Not for religious reasons, JJ,” I responded. I knew that I’d been rigid and naïve with him, trying to remake myself in an image that hadn’t fit. “That defrocked minister, Luc, is such a…such a nut case.” I now realized that preachers weren’t all saints…that they could be just as sick as the rest of us. I avoided mentioning my horny fascination with Corista.

I hesitated for a moment to answer the rest of JJ’s question…ashamed to admit it to myself, even…stalling…yet I finally whispered, begrudgingly, “But…yes,” as I leaned up to kiss him breathily on his cheek. “I “did “enjoy the fucking…and all the rest of the dirty stuff I did along with it.”

He chuckled and said, “Whew! You smell like a…”.

“Go ahead! Say it! I smell like a cum slut! You hate me!” I said, feeling betrayed by my honesty, as I flopped back in the passenger seat.

“It’s okay, sweetness! It’s okay! Watching you really turned me on,” he confessed, looking over at me.

“You don’t mind that I did all those awful things?” I asked, now a little hurt that he didn’t seem to care.

“I didn’t say that. But, it was your “choice”, kiddo!” he told me.

I’m not sure that I liked having to make these kinds of decisions, and I didn’t respond. I did, however, scoot next to him again.

“Would you do it again?” he asked.

I was shocked that he’d ask me such a question but, after a second of deliberation, I decided that I was in a good bargaining position. “Wellll…that depends on at least three things that you’ll have to promise me,” I said, suddenly feeling as if I had some control over what I did, for the first time in a long while. “First, that you’ll always love me – and show me so, “constantly”. Second, that you won’t force me to do something…that I don’t want to…”.

“Yeah…and…what’s the third condition?” he asked, grunting as I pulled his cock through his open fly.

“The third is that, starting right now, whenever we’re on this winding road in the hills going home at night, you’ll pull over where all the teenagers park – you know the place – and fuck my brains out!”

As we pulled to a stop in a dark corner of the hilltop lover’s lane, it was now nearly deserted because it was quite late. We looked out at the lights of the city and I was beaming in the darkened car, since I’d already unwrapped one of Luc’s barbed rubbers from my step-father-in-law’s blazer pocket.

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