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Chapter 36 Mariposa’s
“Are you sure you’re up for this,” asked Portia as she and Stacy approached the entrance to Mariposa’s, a lesbian nightclub located on a side street just off Harvard Square. It was an unusually warm spring evening and the square was busy for a Sunday night.
“I’m good,” said Stacy. “My orifices have fully recovered from Ellis’ awesome cock-pounding. I’m looking forward to a quiet evening of munching pussy.”
“Your female plumbing has amazing powers of recuperation. But consider yourself warned. Tonight may be anything but quiet,” said Portia recalling how last night Stacy had walked in bow legged and sore from her encounter with Ellis Trabert. She had applied a soothing ointment to Stacy’s inflamed and over stretched vulva and anus. The next morning Stacy had surprised her by agreeing to meet Esther Wolfenson and Natasha Schransky, another El Al stewardess at the club.
“Have you been here before,” asked Stacy?
“No, but its supposed to be rather trendy and upscale, nothing like Vixens,” said Portia referring to the better-known lesbian leather bar located across the Charles River in Boston’s Kendall Square. Vixens had a well-deserved reputation for bar fights and back room rapes of innocent young femmes and lipstick lesbians.
“I’ve never been to Vixens either. Does it deserve its reputation?”
“I’ve only been once. I took my sister there when she came to see me last fall. She had a great time but she’s a combat Marine. I’d say it merits its reputation as the toughest dyke bar on the East Coast outside of New York.”
“So what was it like?”
“It’s full of hard core man-hating butch femme; picture this. The oak bar has a medical specimen jar on each end. One contains a single set of severed cock and balls floating in formaldehyde. They’re absolutely enormous,” said Portia using her hands to illustrate the length.
“Perhaps one of Ellis Trabert’s relatives, what’s in the other?”
“It’s packed with tiny sets of severed male parts. They must be hundreds of little testicles and penises. Some diesel must have chopped off the privates of several Boy Scout troops. Leather dykes auto-orgasm the first time they see castration remains.”
“God, I wonder where they bought something like that,” asked Stacy?’
“eBay probably, they sell everything under the sun. Preserved body parts are in demand especially with people who watch the 24/7 media all the time.”
“How macabre? We have to go there sometime,” said Stacy.
“Not a good idea, the boyz will take you in the back room and double fist you until the sun comes up. You’ll shit funny for a month,” said Portia.
“What exactly are boyz?” asked Stacy having heard the term before and unsure what it meant?
“Lesbians so committed to the lifestyle they have their breasts surgically removed thereby avoiding any possibility of breast cancer. I suppose it’s a way of making a statement,” said Portia. “No tit means you are just as much a man as the next girl.”
“That’s too extreme for me,” said Stacy looking shocked while pulling Portia close for an affectionate hug. “I like sex with girls in general and you in particular but it doesn’t make me want to put my boobs in a paper cutter and pull the handle.”
“Ouch, what a horrible thought, trust me there will be a few boyz here tonight and they will be aggressive,” said Portia protectively putting her arm over her breasts.
“How would a boyz at Mariposa’s act different from one at Vixen’s,” asked Stacy?
“A Mariposa boyz will ask if you would like to be fisted and if you say yes, gently work their hand inside finger by finger until their fist is in your hole.”
“And a Vixen boyz?”
“She won’t ask. She and her fellow boyz will rip your clothes off and slap you bloody. Some of the more vicious boyz like to break a femme’s nose for starters and use the blood as lubricant. They’ll hold you down and take turns forcing their doubled up fist into your vagina while you scream your lungs out,” said Portia.
“You saw them do that to someone,” asked Stacy?
“Yes, a pair of Tuft’s coeds wandered into Vixens thinking it was just another girl bar. The crowd was drunk and mean. As it turned out, my sister Connie was the first to make a move on them. When they politely refused her offer to buy them a beer, it became time to teach the bitches who was their momma. They took them in the back room and I followed.”
“Lesbian rape, a favorite male fantasy, seems odd in a way,” mused Stacy.
“Thank God, someone applied lube to this little redhead’s vagina or Connie might have ruptured something. She didn’t wear gloves; just made a fist and pushed. It was like reverse child birth.”
“You can really force your closed fist into a woman’s vagina,” asked Stacy?
“Yes, if you’re a ripped Marine like Connie and you don’t mind listening to ear splitting screams,” said Portia.
“That’s one of your more interesting stories. I may try fisting tonight but the Mariposa version. We’re here,” said Stacy observing the building number above the door. There was no other signage.
“Did Esther mention what part of Russia Natasha was from,” asked Portia as they stepped into the club doorway?
“St. Petersburg, but her family immigrated to Israel when she was fourteen,” said Stacy pressing the button as she looked directly at the security camera. She opened the door immediately when the electric lock buzzed. They stepped inside a small security alcove.
They found themselves facing a tall powerfully built woman dressed in a tuxedo and carrying a metal detecting wand. There was a pink carnation in her lapel. A plastic badge clipped to her breast pocket read, “Security”. In spite of the flower in her lapel, her size and demeanor gave the impression she wouldn’t tolerate any nonsense.
“Identification, please,” asked Security prompting Stacy and Portia to hand over their driver’s licenses.
“Hold your arms out straight, please,” said Security to Stacy once she confirmed they met the age requirement.
Stacy did as she was instructed, remaining quiet as the tone of the wand rose when it passed over her jewelry.
“You’re clean. Raise your skirt, please,” said Security once the search for weapons was complete.
“What,” asked Stacy uncertain she had heard right?
“It’s Commando Night, third Sunday of the month,” said Security using the wand to point toward a sign above the cashier’s booth that not only announced it was the third Sunday but also the ten dollar cover.
“I didn’t know it was Commando night,” said Stacy raising her mid thigh, pleated skirt to reveal her underpants. She’d chosen the skirt because it was a thin shimmering material that flared out when she danced.
“Sorry but they got to go if you want inside. Only commandos get in tonight,” said Security.
“Sorry, should have checked their WEB site, Stacy,” said Portia lifting her skirt to grab the waistband of her underpants and push them down.
“No problem,” said Stacy stepping out of her cream-colored sheer lace panty and handing it to Security. Stacy attributed the spot of wetness in the crotch to Portia’s account of her night at Vixen’s.
“I’ll see you get these back,” said Security taking both panty in one hand then placing them at her nostrils and inhaling deeply before commenting, “One of the few perks of the job.”
Portia and Stacy watched slightly amazed as Security placed their panty in clear plastic food storage bags after neatly printing their names with a felt tip pen. Next, she opened a file drawer and placed the bags in an alphabetized folder.
Stacy insisted on paying both cover charges as the detecting wand sensed Portia’s piercings. Portia, eager to demonstrate her sang-froid and thinking it would be fun to tease Security widened her stance and stood quietly waiting for the inevitable exchange.
You must have fun getting through airport security,” said Security reaching her hand inside Portia’s shirt to fondle her nipple. As she gave a gentle tug to the gold circle, Portia quietly moaned.
“Oh God, body searches really turn me on. On my last flight, the screener was so thorough I climaxed during the cavity search,” said Portia pressing her breasts against Security’s hand. “She said I wasn’t the first to get off while she was making sure I didn’t have a box cutter in my box.”
“Working the door is what I like best about this job,” said Security moving the wand to Portia’s crotch where it sounded a loud squeal.
“Please be extra thorough,” said Portia raising her skirt to her waist and holding it there.
“Nice set of rings,” said Security kneeling on one knee to closely inspect her labia
“Go ahead. You’re getting me super horny. Will it be crowded tonight,” asked Portia as Security examined the ring in her clitoris to confirm it wasn’t a grenade pin?
“Packed, weather’s good and tomorrow is a Monday holiday. Plus we always get a good turnout on Commando Night,” said Security placing two fingers at the entrance to Portia’s vagina and pressing slightly. “I have to make sure you’re not concealing something.”
“Keep it up and you’ll make me come,” said Portia pressing her sex against Security’s hand forcing her fingers deeper. Portia widened her stance further, tightened her buttocks and rotated her pelvis while contracting her pelvic floor thereby informing Security her touch was most welcome.
“That’s the idea. I’d like to buy you a drink when I get my break. That is if your partner doesn’t mind,” said Security rubbing the moistened pads of her fingers across Portia’s clitoris.
“I don’t mind; but we are meeting a couple of friends,” said Stacy.
“Well, here’s my number for later, I’m Marcia,” said Marcia handing Portia a small card she removed from the inside pocket of her jacket.
“Thanks, Marcia, I’m Portia and this is Stacy, but you already know that from checking our Ids,” said Portia before kissing Marcia on the lips. The two embraced with Marcia’s hand firmly pressed against Portia’s bare sex. Portia jumped up wrapping her legs around Marcia whose one handed crotch hold easily supported her. The two females engaged in some serious snogging.
“For Christ’s sake, Marcia, fuck the bitch later,” said the Cashier. “There’s someone waiting outside. I’ve got to let them in.”
The door buzzer sounded, interrupting what was becoming a heated lesbian encounter. Marcia reluctantly removed her hand from Portia’s crotch returning her to standing. Four laughing young females obviously a little drunk, slipped inside the heavy metal door.
“Oh, let me smell her, Marcia, please,” said one of the four grabbing Marcia’s hand and bringing it to her nose. Marcia laughed allowing each of the four to smell Portia’s sex.
“Eau de slut,” laughed one of her friends, as she smelled Marcia’s fingers. “She smells nasty. Hey, nasty girl, I want to eat your pussy.”
“Maybe later,” said Portia following Stacy into the club.
“You too, blonde girl friend, can I be your bitch? I can touch the tip of my nose with my tongue,” shouted one of the other girls at Stacy?
“We’ll see,” said Stacy being non-committal but starting to realize the night was going to be more sexually active than she anticipated. Looking back she saw the girl demonstrating she could easily reach her nose with the tip of her tongue.
“Quiet down. If you dykes cause any commotion tonight, I’ll kick your butts out of here,” said Marcia.
“We’ll be good. Search me like you did the nasty girl,” said one of the girls turning around and bending at the waist in a wide legged stance making her panty less sex both visible and available. Forked fingers parted her labia as her index finger opened her vagina.
“You four squat and spread. I need to make sure you’re not carrying a concealed weapon,” said Marcia stepping forward to insert two fingers into the offered orifices.
“Don’t forget to check my brownie,” said one of the girls.
When Stacy glanced over her shoulder she saw the other three had imitated their friend. Marcia was using both hands to finger fuck two pussies at the same time. Her thumb was pressing against their sphincters. The thought occurred to Stacy that if one girl brought a case of gonorrhea into the club tonight, they’d all be lining up for a shot next week.
“This may turn out to be a very interesting evening. You made a conquest before we even got inside,” said Stacy looking around trying to locate Esther in the crowd.
“Couldn’t help it. Marcia’s nose detected I have entered my spring rut. Bull dykes can smell a pussy in rut a mile away. She took advantage of my need to breed,” said Portia.
“There they are,” said Stacy spotting Esther and friend at a table near the dance floor.
A few minutes later, the introductions had been made and a round of drinks delivered by the mannishly dressed waitress. The foursome was seated together their bare legs touching. Natasha immediately established her intentions by hooking her leg over Portia’s separating them then reaching up her skirt to feel her sex where she made a discovery.
“Rings, I love pussy rings and you’re so nice and wet, already,” said Natasha after sliding her hand up to Portia’s crotch and carefully feeling her hardware. “I would be ringed but the airline won’t allow it.”
“You’re the second person tonight to express interest in Portia’s labial hardware,” said Stacy. “I can say from experience they add a lot to going down on her.”
“Who was the first,” asked Esther? “I thought you just got here.”
“Marcia, the large femme working security at the entrance,” said Portia. “She performed a cavity search. That’s why I’m wet.”
“I thought she was going down on Portia right then and there,” said Stacy. “It was lust at first sight.”
“I’m jealous already. Portia, isn’t that a Slav name? You know the Goths who sacked Rome were all Russians,” said Natasha draping her long slender arm over Portia’s shoulder to pull her closer. Natasha was tall, slightly over six feet and thin as a run way model. She was strikingly beautiful and appeared to have an immediate attraction to the shorter and different looking Portia.
“Yes, that’s true,” said Portia not wanting to take the time to explain that the Visigoths who breached Rome’s walls and pillaged the city had absolutely nothing to do with the kids who dressed in black, dyed their hair odd colors, had multiple piercings and tattoos and wore white make-up. Portia quickly concluded Natasha unlike Stacy was not as smart as she was beautiful.
“I always come here to party,” said Esther looking around at the crowd. “The girls are so young and sexy especially you.” Esther ended the remark by kissing Stacy. Stacy returned the kiss.
The club was quickly filling up. Stacy was surprised at the lewdness on display. Several of the patrons were already dancing topless. Others were raising their skirts to expose their sex to their partners. Intense groping was occurring everywhere. The eroticism and sexual energy exceeded anything Stacy had ever encountered in a normal club.
School and life in general had been a grind the last few weeks. Stacy’s dealing with Mike and the Posse plus the Olympic trials and Portia’s intense preparation for a major classical competition had left both in need of a night on the town. But it was something they hadn’t realized until that moment.
“Let’s do shots and get loosened up,” said Portia signaling for the waitress to return.
“Order two each, I want to get wild and have fun,” said Stacy placing her hand on Esther’s inner thigh and squeezing it gently.
“I have to warn you I lose control when I drink,” said Natasha.
“One time in Paris, Natasha got so drunk, these Algerian girls took her in the back room and made her eat pussy until she passed out,” said Esther spreading her legs to allow Stacy’s hand to reach her sex.
“Algerians love to have their ass eaten too. They’re so anal and you wouldn’t believe how hairy they are. Nobody shaves their cunt in Algiers,” said Natasha matter of factly.
Stacy took a moment to take in her surroundings. It was her first visit to a gay nightclub. The crowd was a good mix of lesbian types. The local colleges were well represented by femmes in their twenties dressed in shorter skirts that displayed slender bronzed legs kept in shape by daily runs along the banks of the Charles River. At the bar, watching the dance floor and eyeing the coeds hungrily were the older women. Lawyers, doctors, professors and business executives were dressed in expensive designer clothes. There were also a small number of butch types with cropped hair and a decidedly masculine look.
“The women at the bar remind me of predators on the Serengeti,” said Stacy noticing that several were looking at her table.
“I had an affair with an older married woman last year,” said Esther feeling mellow and talkative due to the tequila and Stacy’s slow stroking of her sex.
“What was it like,” asked Stacy as she slipped a finger into Esther’s opening twisting it to stimulate the nerve endings?
“Having a new mother, except she wanted to make love all the time. She bought me this,” said Esther holding up her wrist to display a jewel encrusted Concord watch.
“Very elegant,” said Stacy wondering if Esther’s desire for expensive baubles was what led her to smuggle Ecstasy for Mike Cabreeze.
“It’s beautiful,” said Portia looking at the watch while spreading her legs wider then placing her hand on the back of Natasha’s pressing it hard against her pussy as she closed her legs squeezing Natasha’s hand.
“You little slut. Are all Goth’s so eager,” asked Natasha working her fingers past the slippery entrance?
“This one certainly is,” said Portia contracting her sex around Natasha’s long delicate fingers.
“I felt like a prostitute for accepting it but I felt I earned it. Her husband found out about us and threatened to kill me. He was a rabbi,” said Esther slipping her hand up Stacy’s shirt to take hold of her braless breast.
“I am so horny. Maybe we should have skipped the club and gone to our place and screwed,” said Stacy reacting to Esther’s fingers pinching her nipple.
“I thought you wanted to dance,” said Portia.
“I do. I want to dance and make love until I can’t come any more,” said Stacy.
“Oh, I almost forgot. I have some Ecstasy,” said Esther reaching in her purse to extract a small phial of white pills.
“Always wanted to try E,” said Portia reaching out her palm.
“Why not? I won’t be drug tested for six months,” said Stacy taking two of the pills.
“Everyone remember to drink plenty of water. E dehydrates you,” said Portia raising her shot glass.
“We do it together,” said Natasha popping the pills in her mouth then raising her shot of tequila.
“Nastrovia,” said Portia tossing down the shot.
“Let’s grind,” said Stacy pulling Esther upright to lead her toward the dance floor.
The floor was crowded when Esther and Stacy got up to dance. Portia and Natasha stayed at the table engaged in a torrid make out session. Both girls’ short skirts were hiked up to their waists. Natasha raised Portia’s cotton shirt then aggressively attacked her nipples with her mouth. The presence of Natasha’s hand stroking and invading her vagina along with the erotic pain of having her ringed nipples sucked with a degree of animal ferocity quickly aroused Portia bringing her to the edge of an orgasm.
“I want you to come. I eat you first,” said Natasha slipping off the chair onto the floor taking a position between Portia’s legs.
Natasha is certainly uninhibited thought Portia sipping her drink. But she’s not the only woman giving head right out where everyone can see. Other women had slipped under the small cocktail tables to perform orally.
“How’s she doing,” asked a California blonde who was standing nearby? The woman stepped closer and leaned down to get a better look.
“She’s from St. Petersburg. She’s showing me how Russians eat pussy,” answered an already slightly inebriated Portia.
“I’m Kathy. Mind if I join you,” asked Kathy? Not waiting for an answer she stepped up on the cushion facing Portia. Straddling her she raised her skirt to expose her clean-shaven sex. “Eat me, bitch, while your bitch eats you.”
The command, “Eat me, bitch” was one Portia was going to hear often before the night was over. Portia parted Kathy’s sex with her thumbs as she brought her mouth into contact with the warm flesh. She immediately observed she was not the first to perform orally on Kathy that evening. Makeup, saliva, and glandular secretions blended into a perfume any experienced oral lover of the female sex would recognize. Portia found the scent more intoxicating than the most expensive fragrances from Paris. Her olfactory nerve notified the brain that in turn routed the message to her Bartholin glands. They reacted by increasing the flow of their secretions. The viscous liquid found its way to Natasha’s tongue elevating her lust and encouraging her to increase the depth her delicately tapered fingers were thrusting into Portia’s vagina.
Standing straddle of Portia, Kathy congratulated herself on selecting the pretty Goth girl to eat her pussy. Her first choice, the curly haired Italian dyke, had proven nowhere near as skilled. Seeking to maximize her lust, Kathy lifted her shirt to expose her breasts. A firm believer self-induced breast torture made for good sex, Kathy’s thumb and forefinger grasped each tiny peak pulling it outward while twisting her wrist in one direction and then the other. A loud hiss of pain accompanied the angling of the fingertip to bring the sharp edge of the afternoon’s expensive French manicure to bear. The knife like edge bisected the soft tissue creating a dual sensation of pain and pleasure. Kathy’s body unable to ignore such exquisite sensation forced the lungs to empty post haste. Rapidly moving air past parted lips created a hissing sound loud enough to be heard by those nearby.
The presence of Natasha’s finger in her anus encouraged Portia to determine whether Kathy would welcome similar penetration. She dipped her first two fingers of her left hand into the warm wet well of life coating them thoroughly. Slowly they traveled back toward the orifice whose violation not all welcomed. A non-verbal answer arrived quickly. Kathy rotated her pelvis forward closing the distance bringing Portia’s digits in direct contact with the wrinkled flesh. Kathy unwilling to rely on such subtlety leaned down to kiss Portia passionately before whispering in her ear, “Put your fingers in my shit hole. Show me what an ass whore you are.”
Portia, whether from lust, the Ecstasy and tequila, her need for temporary relief from stress, or a combination of all, embraced the realm of her senses and gave herself completely to it.
The three females formed a totem of erotic pleasure that began at Kathy’s nipples and ended inside Natasha’s finger filled vagina. It was not long before the three experienced the first of many of the night’s climaxes.
***
“I’ve got to have you now. I want you to get me off,” said Stacy taking Esther’s hand and leading her toward the back of the club. Grinding her sex against the top of Esther’s bare thigh had a predictable effect on Stacy. After several songs including one slow sensuous rumba, Stacy’s inflamed body demanded sex that would lead to her climax.
In spite of the fact Esther was the older and more experienced female, Stacy felt the desire to dominate her and somehow she sensed that was what Esther wanted. Maybe it was the way Esther offered her body as they danced, taking positions that allowed Stacy to bring her sex in contact with different parts of her anatomy.
Stacy had begun to realize something basic in her was evolving. When she was with Mike, she submitted to his will but with others she felt the need to be dominant. “The mate of the alpha wolf becomes the female alpha of the pack,” was how Portia explained the change. “The other females give way to the alpha male’s bitch. That’s why I’m your bitch.”
“You are my dear friend and lover, Portia. I would never think of you as anything else,” said Stacy firmly.
However, Stacy found herself turned on by the idea of dominating Esther who turned out to be an excellent dancer. They made a striking pair as they danced in the middle of the too crowded dance floor. They touched and teased one another as the music switched between salsa, meringue, cha- cha, and rumba. Their bolero was electric and others quit dancing to watch forming a circle around the two. It was warm on the dance floor and the smell of female sweat and musk filled the air.
They raised their shirts to bare their breasts during a slow rumba. The sensation of touching their nipples proved intensely erotic. During faster dances, other dancers joined them and Stacy slid her wet sex up the top of girls’ thighs she had never met. Even in the dim light, she could see the silvery sheen of her fluids as she molded her labia over firm muscle. Slow dances were spent wrapped in Esther’s arms passionately kissing, placing their hands on each other’s buttocks pressing their sexes together in wild desperation. Stacy’s lust built until it was out of control.
Earlier Stacy had noticed couples entering and leaving a small archway in the back of the club. “What’s back there, Esther,” asked Stacy gesturing toward the darkened doorway?
“The back room, we can go in there and have sex. There are cushions and ottomans,” said an aroused Esther.
The room was far enough from the dance floor the music was muffled. It was so dark Stacy had no idea of the size of the room or how many people were present. Even after Stacy’s exceptional vision had adjusted to the lack of light, she could only make out the dim outlines of bodies pressed up against the wall or kneeling on the floor. Soft shapeless chairs and couches occupied the center of the room. Moans and the sounds of mouths performing oral sex surrounded Stacy.
Stacy’s leg bumped against an unoccupied ottoman. Stacy sat down pulling Esther into a kneeling position between her legs.
“I want to be your bitch,” said Esther placing her hands on Stacy’s bare knees and bowing her head in submission.
“You are my bitch. Here, taste my pussy,” said Stacy placing her fingers in her vagina then between Esther’s lips. Esther took them into her mouth and sucked hungrily.
“You taste so good,” said Esther.
Stacy raised her hips slightly as she hiked up her skirt. Placing her hands on the side of Esther’s head she forced the woman’s face to her sex.
“Eat me, bitch, and don’t neglect my butthole,” said Stacy turning Esther’s head from side to side as she forced it between her labia. “Smear my pussy all over your face.”
Stacy changed positions lying back on the ottoman enjoying Esther’s experienced and busy tongue moving from her clitoris to her anus. It took only minutes for Stacy to climax. Stacy controlled her breath Tantric style to maintain her orgasm for as long as she could before finally collapsing back onto the ottoman.
“Switch, I want to eat my slut’s cunt,” said Stacy once her orgasm subsided. She placed her hands on Esther’s hips lifting her to a seated position. Stacy sensed Esther preferred a sexual partner who took charge and controlled the flow of events.
“I’m so wet,” moaned Esther.
The heavy volume of fluids oozing from Esther’s sex caused Stacy to agree. “My bitch’s cunt is flowing cause she’s a wanton whore.” Stacy’s probing tongue and fingers captured puddles of Esther’s essence she savored for a few seconds before swallowing.
Esther’s climax was accompanied by loud stream of Hebrew expletives. Stacy worked to prolong her orgasm; twisting her index finger in Esther’s anus as the fingers of her other hand rubbed the G-spot.
“That was incredible,” said Esther once her climax subsided. Stacy climbed up on the ottoman and took Esther in her arms. They lay side by side gently kissing.
“Are you the Jew bitch that just got off,” asked someone standing close by? Stacy could see the outline of a very large person towering over them.
“I’m an Israeli,” said Esther.
“I’m from the US. My friend is Jewish but I’m not. So what?” asked Stacy angry at the impolite question.
“Don’t get you pussy in an uproar, sweetheart. I was born in Tel Aviv but I live here now. You two lipstick lesbians lay there and let Sarah take care of you.” Sarah knelt down on the floor. She took a long lick of both girls’ vulva. “Juicy, just like I like them.”
“Are you up for this,” asked Stacy to Esther?
“Sure, why not,” answered Esther. “Let her do the both of us.”
“Go ahead, Sarah, show us what you can do,” said Stacy as she and Esther crunched up to embrace Sarah and kiss her. Even in the dark, Stacy could tell Sarah was a large woman with broad shoulders and thick muscular arms. It was when Stacy lifted her shirt that she made a discovery. Instead of breasts there were thin ridges of scar tissue covering ripped pectorals. Surprised, Stacy halted for a moment.
“No boobs, I had them chopped,” said Sarah. “Turn you off?”
“No, not at all, but its my first time with a boyz,” said Stacy recalling Portia’s explanation. “I’m a little curious.”
“Me too, it feels nice and hard. I like it,” said Esther reaching between Sarah’s legs to feel her warm sex. “You have a chest like a man but a nice warm cunt.” Esther took the small hard nipple in her mouth and sucked it. Stacy began sucking on the other one.
“That’s cause I fuck pretty girls like a man would, except I don’t have a cock: but I do have nice slender hands,” said Sarah. “Lay back. I’ll fist both of you.”
It’s a week of having big things in my orifices thought Stacy as she along with Esther reclined on the couch and resumed kissing. Its seems odd I’m willing to allow a complete stranger to put her hand in my vagina. Maybe it’s the Ecstasy. I read where it makes you super friendly.
Stacy and Esther watched as Sarah opened a sterile package of surgical gloves.”
“Blow for luck,” said Sarah holding the base of the glove toward Esther. Esther blew in the glow inflating it. Sarah slipped the glove on then offered the other glove to Stacy. “Blow”
The odd ritual complete, Esther and Stacy returned to kissing as Sarah prepared to fist fuck them.
“What’s that, Sarah,” asked Stacy feeling something soft slide in her vagina?
“The greatest advance in the technology of fist fucking since the introduction of petroleum jelly. It’s a eight ounce stick of Crisco, a hydrogenated shortening made with vegetable oil,” said Sarah sliding a second stick in Stacy’s vagina before inserting two sticks in Esther.
“Have you ever been fisted before, asked Esther?
“No, have you,” asked Stacy?
“Yes, it fun once you get used to having something that big inside you. Just try to relax.”
“Need any help, Sarah,” said another voice standing beside Sarah?
“Sure, Liz, I only got two hands and there’s four holes. You do the Jew girl.”
“Which one’s the Jewess?” asked Liz.
“Esther, tell Liz in Hebrew you want her to stick her fist in your Jew pussy and ass,” said Sarah.
Esther broke into a long Hebrew sentence. The only word Stacy recognized was Liz.
“Jew girls make the hottest lesbians,” said Liz pushing three fingers in Esther’s vagina. “Give me a couple of sticks of ass grease, Sarah.”
“You’re right. We do,” said Esther exhaling to relax her sex for what was coming.
“I saw you two on the dance floor. You were hot. As soon as you headed to the back room I followed,” said Sarah. “After you got each other off I knew you’d be ready for me.”
“Are you a boyz, too,” asked Stacy rising to reach toward Liz’s chest. Stacy found something terribly erotic about the idea of undergoing a dual mastectomy to confirm your commitment to lesbianism. Its irreversible nature fascinated her.
“Yeah, want to feel my scars,” said Liz taking Stacy’s hand and guiding it toward her bare chest.
“Liz had her tits chopped two month ago. The incisions are still healing.”
“I can feel them,” said Stacy using her tongue to trace the rough incision scar underneath the nipple.
“Go ahead and lick them all you want. Some dykes are into surgical scars. Are you one of those?”
“Scars are beautiful,” said Stacy moaning in erotic pleasure as she passed her mouth over both scars. Her tongue sensed the small holes left by the sutures.
“You’re out on the edge for a femme,” said Sarah inserting a stick of shortening in Stacy’s anus then forcing it inside.
“It feels cold,” said Stacy reacting to the presence in her rectum of an object decidedly below room temperature.
“It is. I modify the sticks I use for the butthole. I form one end into the shape of a bullet then freeze them. You can’t push a soft stick of shortening past a tight sphincter unless you use a speculum. I carry a cold pack to keep them firm until I’m ready to put them where they’ll do the most good.”
“I love having my ass filled with cold Crisco,” said Esther reacting to the invasion of her anal cavity.
“Your body heat warms the sticks in a minute or less. I can feel the cold in your ass through the wall of your pussy,” said Sarah pressing the pads of the two fingers in Stacy’s vagina against the bottom tissue. Sarah’s mouthparts were aggressively attacking Stacy’s vulva. Her teeth tugged and twisted her labia. She sucked painfully hard on Stacy’s clit.
“You should write a how to article for Cosmopolitan describing your fisting techniques,” said Stacy.
“Learned all I know from a diesel dyke named Rhonda Towers,” said Sarah inserting a second stick of frozen shortening in Stacy’s rectum.
“And Sarah taught me,” said Liz adding a second stick to Esther’s anal cavity.
“Relax and enjoy. Play with your clit while I open you up,” said Sarah adding a third finger to the inside of Stacy’s vagina as she inserted a finger in Stacy’s ass causing her to sound a loud moan. Stacy licked the tip of two fingers then reached down to rub her clitoris with a circular motion.
“Bad pussy, bad pussy,” said Stacy spanking her clit hard with an open palm.
“You are one hot piece,” said Sarah listening to the sound of Stacy’s hand impacting her flesh. “We’re going to get along fine.” Sarah added a fourth finger to the three inside Stacy’s vagina pushing hard to cause her entrance to relax and expand.
Esther moaned a Hebrew phrase as Liz rotated the three fingers in her rectum. From somewhere in the dark, a woman responded with a high-pitched moan in a different language. Esther replied in the woman’s language.
“Mandarin,” whispered Esther to Stacy preempting her question.
“You speak Mandarin,” asked Stacy?
“Not fluently, I used to fly to Beijing. Do you speak any foreign languages?”
“Only Spanish, this is wild,” said Stacy taking a deep breath as Sarah pressed four fingers inside her vagina. Sarah tapped her fingertips against the wall of the vagina and rectum creating a drumming sensation.
“You doing all right, beautiful,” asked Sarah?
“Yes, its wonderful. I love it,” said Stacy adjusting the tilt of her pelvis.
“I’m in all but the thumb,” said Sarah twisting her hand from side to side.
“I want it all,” said Stacy reacting to her growing need to feel filled to the point of bursting.
“You got all five,” said Sarah after slowly wedging the tip of her thumb inside then moving it forward past the first knuckle.
“I’m five inside too,” said Liz. “You ready for the rest?”
“Do it,” said Esther rhythmically contracting and relaxing her opening.
“Do me at the same time,” said Stacy aware that Sarah’s fingers and thumb were inside her up to the third knuckle. Stacy reached one hand out to grasp Esther’s nipple pinching it hard. Esther immediately did the same to her breast.
“Here goes,” said Sarah applying considerable forward pressure as she twisted her hand.
“Oh God, I love it,” said Stacy spanking her clit hard as she felt Sarah’s hand painfully pass inside her. There was a slight sense of relief as her opening closed around the narrower wrist. Stacy took a moment to absorb the sensation of having a hand in her.
“It’s a wonderful feeling. Isn’t it,” asked Esther?
“Yes, it’s divine. It’s almost ethereal,” said Stacy relaxing as Sarah barely moved her hand creating waves of a never experienced form of pleasure.
“Ready for the other hole,” asked Sarah?
“Yes, let’s do the double,” said Stacy.
“It’s really amazing when both hands are in your body,” said Ester.
“This hurts so good. I’m in heaven and hell at the same time,” said Stacy as Sarah added fingers to those already past her sphincter.
“The fist in your butt feels different from the one in your vagina,” said Esther.
“Inhale, hold it for a five seconds then a slow exhale,” said Sarah adding her thumb to the digits stretching Stacy’s sphincter.
It took almost a dozen repetitions of the breath cycle before Stacy and Esther’s sphincter closed around the women’s wrists.
“This is fabulous,” said Stacy excited her orifices each contained a human hand. Stacy turned her head toward Esther and spoke. “I’m glad we could share this experience together, Esther. This is special.”
“Ready for the plow,” asked Sarah?
“Yes, plow me,” said Stacy having no idea what she had just agreed to.
Sarah slowly formed her gloved hands into fists. “Are you sure you’re ready, Stacy?”
“Yes, oh hell yes, I love it,” said Stacy.
Sarah and Liz began a slow back and forth alternating movement. Stacy felt the onset of a powerful climax as the fist inside her vagina reached her cervix while the one in her anus teased her sphincter. Seconds later, the anal fist was several inches into her rectum while its mate was twisting around just inside the vaginal opening.
“Focus,” whispered Stacy intent on extracting every last drop of sensation from the experience.
“These girls know how to enjoy it,” said Liz.
“I’m going deeper this time,” said Sarah forcing her hands well past the wrist.
Stacy groaned as Sarah’s fist reached the back of her cervix pressing against the side. She groaned louder when the other fist traveled to her bowels.
“I’m going to come,” said Esther.
“Go ahead. Release everything you got,” said Liz.
Sarah leaned forward to take Stacy’s clit in her mouth. She sucked with enough force that under difference circumstances it would have been painful. But Stacy’s senses were so overloaded it didn’t register. Both she and Esther clung together as they experienced a long loud orgasm.
“Go ahead and scream, Stacy,” said Sarah as loud cries filled the room.
The hands were removed only after the orgasm subsided
“That was amazing, Sarah. What can I do for you,” asked Stacy when she had recovered enough to speak?
“69, eat me while you face fuck me with your cunt,” said Sarah.
“The same, mount my face and ride for the cavalry,” said Liz.
The foursome exchanged positions. Stacy and Esther were on top in the classic sixty-nine position. Both boyz soon climaxed. That was followed by a period where the foursome lay together kissing.
“Back to the dance floor,” said Stacy standing up pulling Esther with her.
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