YOU ARE BEING blackmailed. It’s as simple as that. Four months ago when you had a brief affair with Tom, you never would have dreamed that now he would be threatening to tell your husband unless you went with him to some sort of erotic happening.
Your marriage was shaky enough without this. Sam and you had been on the verge of divorce many times but now things seemed to be working out. If he found out about the affair with Tom, the marriage would be over. You could only hate Tom for his betrayal of what you’d thought had been a lovely interlude in both your lives.
You met him at his apartment, having given Sam a story about visiting your friend Janet for the evening. Naturally you had to confide in her, even though sketchily, in case she needed to cover.
And so now you were on your way, and you didn’t even know to where. You only knew you’d give anything to be home with Sam. You looked at Tom sitting behind the steering wheel and tried to figure out why you ever became involved with him. He wasn’t handsome; actually his features were very rough, more like a guy who works outdoors than behind a desk. His build was okay but nothing special. You suppose you had been ripe for an affair, being so unhappy at home. And Tom had a certain magnetism—a persistence that few people, men or women, could resist.
He pulled the car to the curb. It was a rough neighborhood. He led you silently to the bar with its garish neon sign flashing on and off. After sitting down at a table and ordering drinks, you looked and were startled to see there were mostly women dancing with women. Then you surveyed the room and saw that most of the tables were occupied by women. There were only a few men.
You had been brought up in a rather strict household and although you had heard about gay women, you had never seen one. Even if you had been more worldly, you would have never guessed, passing most of these girls on the street, that they were any less straight than you. Some were masculine looking, but it was more surprising to see the feminine types.
You asked Tom to take you home, but he only smiled and said, “Relax, honey, this party is just beginning.”
You felt yourself turn cold and frightened.
As the evening went on, you drank and danced a bit. You couldn’t see the point of Tom bringing you to this place. You kept looking at the women together and felt repelled by it all. You couldn’t explain your reaction, but you just couldn’t bear the thought of girls putting their arms around each other like men and women were supposed to.
After a while there were indications that the floor show was about to start. A woman dressed exactly like a man—suit, tie, short hair—came to the microphone and said, “Good evening ladies and gentlemen,” and the audience giggled at the inside joke.
“Tonight we have a special event for the club. We have a debut.”
Suddenly the spotlight swung around the room until it stopped at your table. You were totally confused. But then Tom was pulling you by the arm and leading you up to the stage. The women were applauding. The MC went on, “Our good friend Tom has brought a new young lady to be initiated into our way of entertainment.”
You tried to ask Tom what was going on. “You just do what you’re told,” he interrupted, “and you won’t get hurt. And your husband won’t find out about this either.” Just then some music began playing. You tried to look composed as you said, “I’d like to leave.” The MC and Tom laughed.
Four girls came onto the stage. They were very tall and all naked. Their breasts were enormous, and they held what looked like shackles in their hands. Next a large table was brought out, and before you knew it, you were being held by the girls and your clothes were being taken off. You screamed and begged them to let you go. You began to cry, feeling completely lost and helpless. But nothing stopped them and no one paid any attention to you. The girls finished re moving your clothing and carried you to the table. Now you knew what the shackles were for. Your hands and ankles were attached to the table so that you could not get away.
The music was louder now and one of the girls began to pull at your nipples. She pulled very hard, hurting you. Another one opened up your legs so that your vagina was completely visible to the audience, which had begun to cheer. They yelled out comments and directions to those on stage. The show was apparently underway.
The third girl went between your legs and opened them so wide you thought you’d be torn apart. You screamed again. This was something that you had never done, even with your husband, and here you were being violated by this woman. She went on as if deaf, paying no attention to your screams. She licked harder and harder, inserting her tongue into you like a penis, and darting it in and out. You shut your eyes tightly and lay there as the tears rolled down your face.
The last girl pushed away the one licking you. “That’s no way to do it,” she said. “I’m sure she’ll like this better.” She took over the position between your legs. She licked very gently, as though she truly didn’t want to hurt you. You felt your body relax a bit. You thought that this one, at least, would not harm you. She kept lapping and exploring with her tongue, and you were shocked to feel your body getting aroused. Suddenly your vagina became very wet, and you could tell your clitoris was responding to the steady rhythm of her gentle tongue. All at once your body became rigid and you felt yourself come in a quick spasm. My God, how could this happen? You hated what was going on, and yet you’d had an orgasm. How ashamed you felt.
But before you could dwell on it, you saw a line of girls, all of them naked, getting ready to take their turns at you. One by one they licked at you. Some of them played with your nipples. It must have gone on for hours.
Finally, one girl, instead of going down on you as the others had, climbed up and straddled your face so that her vagina was right at your mouth. “Eat me!” she commanded. You turned your head, feeling only revulsion. “Eat me!” she repeated, this time slapping your face. You did.
At first you just touched your tongue to her very lightly, but she pulled your head hard against her. At the same time another girl was going down on you, and you felt your body coming round again. You began to lick the girl above you in imitation of the one at your vagina. You did everything you felt being done to you.
You were surprised that the taste, which you had feared, was not unpleasant. It was unusual, but after a moment it didn’t turn you off so much. You began licking very quickly, and you felt her clitoris harden against your tongue just as yours had. A small thrill ran through you, totally confusing you. But you had turned on another per son, and even if it was a woman—it excited you.
She loosened her hold on your face and very soon she moved her vagina against your tongue in such a way that you knew she must be about to come. You kept licking at the same pace, not daring to change it. Suddenly she had an orgasm and her body relaxed against you. As she got down from her perch, the girl tonguing you increased her tempo until you were again at the point of coming.
But she then stopped. You felt your body straining to meet her mouth, wanting her to continue. Then you felt something being inserted into you and realized that it was a dildo. It was very large and much harder than a penis. It completely filled you. She moved it in and out very roughly until you begged her to stop. She waited a moment, then continued the in-and-out movement. Her head was down again, licking your clitoris until you felt an orgasm rising out of your well.
Again she stopped. This time you felt something smaller being inserted into your anus. You did scream this time, the pain was so great. She used the two dildoes on your anus and your vagina until you thought you would pass out. And once again she put her head down to minister her lickings, but now she couldn’t stop you. Your body went on and exploded with an overwhelming climax as the tip of her tongue barely touched you. You felt your vagina and anus contract around both dildoes as you went into spasm after spasm.
And finally it was over. You lay there as your clothing was put on. The music started again (when did it stop?) and Tom helped you to your feet. You could barely stand. He almost carried you to the car and drove you home in silence. As you entered your house, you saw Sam sitting in front of the television set.
“Have a good time, honey?” he asked.
“Not bad,” you said, as you climbed the stairs to bed.