All of These Good Gay Girls...
1988: A Francis Firmin Insert
tomgirlx93@gmail.com
Oct. 23, 2015
Author note:
This is one of a series of short tales I plan to collaborate into a complete manuscript. Such will contain a dozen or so separate tales regarding a group of close to middle aged gay women, whom are a close-knit, gaggle of girlhood friends. Each tale takes place either in the present or/and detailing their teen years when they had all met.
Comments both positive and negative are all expected. I find critical feedback to be the best because such points to areas I lack, need more detail or detail less, etc.
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And so there I was at the most vulnerable I had ever been: my wrists were cuffed to the headboard, blindfolded with a silk scarf, and a pair of the lace panties (which Gillian had been wearing all of that 90+ degree day) stuffed in my mouth. As I laid there, having been left alone for what seemed like infinite amounts of time, my brain reeled. That more sensible region of my psyche questioned, "What in the hell...how in the hell...why in the hell have I allowed this? Better yet, who in the hell have I chosen to date?" Then came that other mental dimension, the much more roguish cerebral section, went on to supercede with, "You want, and need this! Let it happen as it should. No `safe word' needed here, right now. Take it all, and love it! Adhere to the humiliation that awaits. Gillian is in full form right now, and needless to say she is gonna lay it on you heavy! So, you best prepare to embrace that. All of That!"
With this mentally noted, and having no choice but to do so anyway, I laid there obediently; sweaty, bound, and gagged like a good little slut. After so long, and just as I had begun to really worry, the door hinges of the boudoir sounded; not creaked, but instead lightly groaned as it slowly came ajar. Being sightless my other senses were heightened; allowing me the notion that Gillian had finally reemerged with at least one other person. Clear on that, I felt much more exposed and vulnerable than I had already been!
"Muh mum mum muh mum muh mum?" Is how it sounded when I had attempted to verbalize through the makeshift gag, "Who is with you? Who? What is going on?"
The genuine concern in my voice would have been evident, had I been able to audibly ask. They then laughed at me. But who was they? Of course I recognized the chuckle of my older lover, but did in fact also recognize the cachinnation of Mystery Woman. Even still, I was not be sure of whom it belonged to; that other playful chortle to my failing at asking of her selfhood. Then suddenly, what I can only best explain as an electrifying sensation of a hand gliding up from my right foot to inner thigh affected me; causing my already wet sex to further secrete. When I took in a sharp inhale from that tantalizing touch, the aura of Mystery Woman's perfume filled my nose; making it easier for me to identify her. The pleasant whiff of plums told me that Willow Wiley was present. Even if I was able to nasally capture that smell from miles away, I would be right with determining that it belonged to Ms. Wiley; whom was one of Gillian's housemates.
Next, I felt the jet black haired woman, with stunning Asian features, weight shift on the bed; Willow crawling between my legs (which Gillian had at that point forcefully held open and wide), and come to rest on her stomach there. Before moving downward, the fair skinned Willow repeatedly flicked the tip of her tongue on my ultra sensitive nipples. She also alternated from that to sucking on my dark brown points; spending an joyful long moment giving my small C cup tits that special attention. I could have cum just from those actions alone, but just as I felt myself about to release, Willow moved down until she was at eye-level with my very taught sex. There she blew a direct stream of warm, yet cooling air onto my aching pussy, and my body reacting with my spine and limbs tensing. I let out a quivery low moan. Much of the same happened again when Willow's peevish tongue glided over my wetness; the 5 foot 4 woman taking a long, slow lick at my splayed slit to savor that first taste of me. Before going on to give my dewy nether region consistent laps with her tongue, Ms. Wiley had stated to Gillian, "Mmmm...She is delicious!"
Within minutes the stimulation of Gillian's fingertips and tongue working on my very stiff nipples, and Willow's rather delightful oral talents, caused my clit to throb wildly as the first of countless orgasms (which would come to follow in those hours of this particular evening), flashed through my bare, petite figure. Limply I laid there in my own wet-spot; gathering my breath, and composure. My auburn haired, naturally tan skinned, South African native lover and Willow proceeded to gently brush their hands all over my body, while allowing me to digress briefly. The sheer fact that they were fully clothed, and me being entirely naked, strangely further fueled my arousal. My sex was sloppy wet, and urgently awaiting for another bout. Removing those lace panties from my mouth, Gillian sought my tongue with her own; kissing me deeply, and fiercely. After a few moments, she then allowed Willow to do the same; wanting to share with her friend how lovely and sweet my kisses were as well. The latter Gillian would disclose to me later on.
"Do you still want Mamma to fuck this tight pussy, baby?" Gillian had asked, while firmly cupping my cunt in her left hand; the question dripping off of her thick accent with a lusty, covetable cant that jolted my hormones past the point of any sensation I had ever been able to achieve! A fresh sheen of sweat entirely glazed my smooth brown skin. The folds of my slit were swollen, the hood of my clit had peeled back on its own (the bud royally exposed), and all were palpitating along with my pounding heart.
Of course I groaned out my response to the question; even pleading with how badly I needed that 9 inch long, 2 inch thick, strap-on silicone phallus to fill my slick, wet, and compact orifice. While she cooed in a low growl of a voice into my right ear, I could feel the head of the faux cock (which I had helped Gillian secure onto her womanly hips, just before she had cuffed me to the bed) poking me in the side.
"Can I have it now?" I had moaned that plead.
"Not yet." My love had sweetly stated, and despite her speaking directly into one ear, out of the other I heard the bedroom door open and close. "I just wanted to hear you beg."
As Gillian chuckled in playful and evil way, I felt she and Willow move away. It only took the scent of lavender for it to not only be apparent someone else had entered the space, also it was clear of whom had come to join that jubilant junction. Weight shifted on that very cozy mattress. Sure enough, lead by my acute senses in that unforgettable moment, the newest member to this naughty club was Dallas Humphrey; the olive skinned Bohemian, 40 plus year old, 5 foot 7 housemate. An exchange of giggles and seemingly menacing whispers were floating around me, as the women spoke amoungst themselves. However at one point I did clearly hear Willow, through her thick Asian accent, mention to Dallas, "This little girl really does taste so sweet!"
"Then let me get a taste. Move over. Don't be greedy." D. Humphrey had purred; the thirst to sample me very apparent in her tone.
It was during that intense experience when I had come to mentally gather the knowledge of any female who desired the tastes of the fairer form as well as parts much like their own would willingly express such adoration; doing so with an immense lust. Also any, each, and every woman who so desired to place her mouth on another female's genitals had her own unique or even slightly similar style of pleasing the same sex. This I had closely paid attention to (as well as cerebrally noted) through sheer feelings as Dallas took her turn on my young and taught kitty.
Then the scent of fresh roses had indicated to me that Jolisa Sands, whom was a friend visiting the estate that week, had also made a slick and silent entrance; she too waiting, and eagerly have at my apparently quite pleasant figa. There were three others whom were there in the 13 bedroom mansion for an annual visit, and I would later learn that they too were present in Gillian's boudoir; only there to look on, and be entertained. So though not everyone did as the others had, which was devour my withering body, nonetheless everyone was being satisfyed in her own way; by watching and then participating, or just watching. I myself was very eager and desiring to be watched when Gillian had decided to finally enter me with that rubbery cock! Actually that thought and longing alone had made me cum; as Jolisa lapped at my juicey twat.
However no such thing happened, being watched as my lover fucked me, because by some unseen/unheard command everyone had exited the space; leaving Gillian and I alone. So quietly this happened, and so quickly, it was almost as though none of it had taken place; the others having been present. Removing the blindfold, Gillian purred "I want this part all to ourselves. And I want you to see who your 'Momma' is, while I screw you..." She paused her speech for a few seconds as she gave my incredibly moist sex a few firm smacks with the dick, "...with this thing. Think you can handle it, little girl?"
"Yes, momma. I want to take all of that Thing." I had confirmed with great longing heavily coating my voice.
End.