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CATHLEEN. Diary of a lesbian hooker of the 1930s. PART 2
My extra work on Friday evenings had never interfered with my job at the factory. The factory work was quite simple and since I had finished my secondary schooling, I was put in the office doing invoices, shipping notes, bank stuff, etc…I was one of ten clerks doing pretty well the same thing and we were supervised by an office manager who was an Irish girl like me but around 50 years old. She was about my height, a bony face with short black hair, a modest bust and wide hips. Most people would call her plain looking but on the other hand, she was very efficient and rather pleasant with everyone which is what you want in an office. She was probably unmarried but no one knew for sure. One day my extra work caught up with me.
Colleen -- that was her name -- called me up to her office. That was rather unusual unless you had done something really bad or really good. The other clerks, mainly women, glanced at me as I walked by their desk and I heard some laughter. I didn’t know what to expect.
I walked into her office and shut the door. She told me to pull down the door blind (the window one was already down). I sat with my hands folded on my lap and she continued to read what she pretended was a report about me but I knew it was a budget, since I had typed it that morning.
“Someone saw you at the Midtown Hotel on Friday night, actually late Friday night”, said Colleen in a monotone voice without looking at me.
“With a man”, she added as she lifted her face to stare at me with her dark eyes
“Yes..that’s Harry”, I answered calmly
“Is Harry your boyfriend or your pimp or your customer ?”, she asked, emphasizing each word.
“He is neither…he’s my driver sometimes and in this case my escort”, I answered
“Please answer my question truthfully… Are you a hooker ?”, asked Colleen blushing
“Yes but…”, I began
“I don’t want an excuse or a history…So you are a…a…a hooker, a prostitute”, she stammered
“Lesbian”, I blurted
Colleen looked at me with huge eyes, swallowed hard a few times.
“What do you mean…Lesbian ?”, she managed to ask
“I mean I am a lesbian hooker”, I simply said, watching her face turn white, then red.
“You mean that you have sex with other women for money”, she said slowly
“That’s correct. Now if you want to fire me….”, I began
“Nobody…nobody…knows except me and a vice-president of the factory ”, she whispered, her tone of voice softening suddenly.
“I was told by him that he had seen you with that man who is known to hang out with the mob and who often handles prostitutes”, she began
“I will tell him, since he was worried about this situation, that this person is a distant relative of yours…and that you sometimes help him with his writing or, or, his budgets”, she said as she combed her short hair with her fingers.
“I thank you very much, I am so….”, I began
“You will have a chance to repay me”, she said looking at me eye to eye and giving me a big smile
She wrote down an address, and “Saturday afternoon 4PM.”
“Memorize it”, she asked
I looked at it and memorized it.
“You are free to go and not a word about our conversation to your colleagues”, she stated
“Of course not, thank you”, I answered.
“If you mention this to anyone…anyone…I will make sure you are fired at once and ...I forgot…wear your factory clothes”, she said
I nodded and left her office
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Saturday I took the tramway to the address I had memorized. It sure wasn’t the Majestic Hotel but it was a hotel. I don’t think it had a name but the light bulbs forming the letters of the word “hotel” were turned on all day, lighting up one after the other in sequence. I was glad I didn’t live across the street. It was the type of place I had frequented when I worked on my own before I met Alanis. The basic rate was for 30 minutes. I wore the same blouse and skirt I had the day I talked to Colleen. Suddenly a thought crossed my mind. “What if she is setting me up with someone else ?”.
I am not easily scared but I admit I felt a little queasy about this meeting.
The small bell made a racket when I opened the door, and an older woman came out of the back room. She was knitting as she walked.
“You Cathleen ?”, she asked
“Room 16. First floor”, she said and returned to her back room.
I walked up the wooden stairs which were worn in the middle. I suddenly thought of all those poor people who had walked up that staircase.
I went to room 16 and knocked. I was relieved when Colleen opened the door.
She didn’t say a word as she let me in. She was also dressed in her work clothes which were similar to mine but darker and older.
I suspected that I was there because she wanted to have sex with me. Everyone in the office suspected her of being a lesbian but nobody had any proof. She had never made a pass at anyone at work.
“Do you want me to undress ?”, I asked, as she stood there looking at me
“No…just take off your panties….and k…keep…keep your skirt and everything else on”, she stammered.
I reached under my skirt and pulled my panties down my legs, stepped out of my shoes, and took off the undergarment. I put my shoes back on.
“I’ve already taken mine off”, she said, smiling and wiping tears off her bony cheeks at the same time.
A large oval rug covered the floor between the door and the bed. It was more like a carpet made up of long strips of heavy cotton which had sewn together in that form. It was probably from the farm country and seemed quite new. Colleen stood in the middle of that carpet.
“Come here and pretend were are both at work”, she said slowly
We both stood on the carpet. She was a few inches taller than me but about the same size. She put her hands on my shoulders, bent down a bit, and kissed me on the lips. I put my hands around her waist and returned her kiss. Her mouth was hot. She broke the kiss then kissed me again , our mouths colliding. My top lip hurt. We tongue-kissed this time and held each other tighter. I could feel her thick bra against my breasts.
She broke our kiss gently.
“This is what I always wanted to do to you at work”, she said, her face grimacing as she nearly began to cry.
“That’s ok Colleen”, I said reassuring, “We can do it here instead”.
“I can pay”, she suddenly said, wiping her tears
“No way…if you mention it again, I’m leaving this minute”, I cried
She hugged me tightly, kissing my face and eyes, her tears making my face wet. I felt her small breasts with my hands through her blouse and bra. She felt mine and smiled. She reached behind me with both hands, pushed them up my thighs and cupped my asscheeks, bunching up my skirt around my waist.
We kissed again and I felt her asscheeks through her skirt. They were larger but firmer than I had expected. I opened my legs and we rubbed tummies. She bodly reached under the front of my skirt and touched my recently shaved cunt. She was breathing heavily. We broke the kiss again and she whispered in my ear:
“Finger my cunt and I’ll finger yours”.
I reached under her skirt and felt her bush while her fingers began to rub, stroke and penetrate my cunt. Colleen’s bush was not thick and I found her crack with ease. She was very wet and I must have been also.
“I wanted to do this to you so often at work”, gushed Colleen
Colleen grabbed the hem of my skirt and pulled it up so that it was around my waist. My naked shaved cunt was exposed. I reached down and pulled up Colleen’s skirt and exposed her naked twat. We fell to the floor onto the carpet and quickly rolled into a 69, our cunts and ass being the only exposed parts of our body.
My mouth was quickly filled with Colleen’s bush and I began to lick her cunt lips as well as her crack. Her clam was very wet and I nibbled on her large cunt lips. She did the same to me, sucking my cunt lips without being hampered by pubic hair. This is not an unfamiliar position for me but I have rarely had a situation in which my partner was more passionate in her cunt licking and kneading of my asscheeks. Colleen emitted high-pitched cries mixed with deep groans and moans. I tried to keep up with her intensity but it was difficult. She tasted good and I was very aroused by her. We rolled until we hit the wall then we rolled the other way until we hit the legs of the bed. I’m not sure but I think we were both groaning as we sucked each other. My mouth covered her whole cunt and her mouth was sucking on my clit. Our bodies were moving up and down against each other so that we also touched each other’s asshole with the tip of our tongue. When Colleen came, her hips moved all over my face and she squirted in my hair, my mouth, my eyes and even my tits. I must have cum also but I frankly don’t remember as we were both so agitated. I suspect she hadn’t had sex in a very long time and was extremely horny. I rolled her sideways. She covered her face with her hands. I kissed her hands and put my arms around her body from the back. Her blouse was half torn and dark with sweat. Her gold chain had broken and was lying on the carpet. I picked it up, got up and left it next to her handbag.
“I am so ashamed”, she kept on saying hiding her face
“Don’t be. I enjoyed it and so did you. There’s nothing to be ashamed about.”I tried to tell her.
“How can I face you again at the factory ?”, she asked
“Colleen, lots of married couples work together at the factory”, I answered
“But they are normal”, she smiled
“Come on Colleen, don’t give me this. We’re as normal as they are”, I said giving her a big hug
“Your problem right now is to clean up and to get home”, I said
Luckily I was a planner and brought an extra blouse which I gave her. We both smelled like we had had sex for ten hours.
As we cleaned up together in this pretty unsavory room, Colleen would start to laugh, then it would turn to tears. She reminded me of some of the mothers I had slept with, filled with guilt. We promised to see each other again, preferably in a more sophisticated location, and to continue as usual in our relationship at the factory. I got out first and took my tram.
The following week, Colleen was avoiding me at work but I gave her time to get over things. On Friday, she watched me leave and smiled. I smiled back. The vice-president apparently told many people about the man and the hotel but nobody ever knew why I was never punished.
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That Friday, I met Alanis as usual at the Pub. There were a lot of jazz and blues bands in town at this time of the year.
“The Perry sisters are in town”, Alanis said
“Oh I remember them from last year”, I answered smiling
“You must have made a good impression, ‘cause they want you back, baby”, said Al imitating their accent.
“They like their milk in their chocolate”, continued Al
“They are really nice and I am looking forward to this “, I said
The three black sisters (real sisters) were singing at the Palace Club which was in the really seedy part of town, near where I had met Colleen. Al told me to go by cab and return by cab. No walking, especially for a white girl in that area. I had instructions to get the cab to stop in the alley next to the club. A large man at the side door let me in. The music just about blew me out. We were very near the stage where a trumpet player was performing. Everybody backstage was black, but there were some white folks in the audience. The man took me by the arm and gently walked me to a door marked “Guests”.
“The Sistas are in there,” he said, “ and they finished their gig. They’re waiting for you”.
“What do I do when I’m ready to leave ?”, I asked the nice man
“I’m always here in the hallway and I’ll get you a cab”, he answered
“They sang like birds”, he said, his voice quivering. “Please them”.
He knocked on the door marked “Guests” and led me in. The three women were in the mist of washing and changing after their set. I could smell a mixture of sweat, soap and cheap perfume. They all smiled when they saw me and put their arms around me one at a time. They were between 40 and 50 I would think. The younger one was pretty skinny, and the other two were a bit pudgier. Except for a similar nose, they didn’t look much like sisters. The younger one was Lolly, and the middle one Mandy and the oldest I think was June They were very sweet to me and offered me a drink which I turned down. Alcohol made me sick. There was nothing like a shower in these joints and you were lucky to get hot water. The two older ones were naked in front of their washbasin while Lolly was still dressed and waiting for her turn.
“We meant to be ready when you arrived. Sorry. We had to sing two more songs”, Lolly told me chuckling.
“You must have been really good then,” I said
“Yeah..I think we were pretty good and I think we deserve a kiss”, she laughed
I kissed her on the cheek and her tongue licked my face. I could smell the sweat from her skinny body. She knew I didn’t kiss on the lips.
“I can’t wait any longer”, she cried and laughed
“Do you mind baby ? I’m so sweaty !’ she said
“It turns me on”, I answered
We moved away from the other two and started making out in the corner of the room.
“Ain’t that disgusting Mandy ?….Look at that…two girls doing it together !”, cried June from her spot.
Lolly lifted my dress, slipped her hand in my panties and started pawing my clam.
“Wait. I’ll take them off”, I said , as I slipped out of my panties.
“Keep ‘em off for my sisters”, she laughed
She resumed her fingering and I lifted her short stage dress and felt her hairy bush through her small thin panties. I had no trouble slipping my entire hand into her panties and fingering her hairy cunt.
“Kiss my tits please”, she asked, as she pushed them out of her blouse.
I sucked on her long blue nipples and fingered her crack, my fingers slowly moving to her clit.
She lifted her arm and I licked her armpit. I could feel her shaking with lust. She finger fucked me faster and I put my knee between her legs, my thigh pushing against her clit.
She came fairly quickly and I could feel her spasms against my thigh. I let her kiss me on my neck below my right ear. I managed to give her some pussy juices to lick from her fingers but I didn’t come, knowing there were two more to go.
She walked away to get washed and the other two came for me stark naked.
I knew just by the look in their eyes that I should get naked also and I did by pulling my dress over my head. I didn’t wear a bra and my panties were already off.
“Do you want breast or thigh, s*s ?”, asked June
“I think I’m gonna start with some white breast”, Mandy answered
“Well then I gonna have myself some white puss”, said June,” and join me when you feel like it”, she added in a loud laughter
I was having fun with these girls who just loved sex.
Mandy began to suck on my tits like I was going to give her milk. The other was poking my crack with her hard tongue then nibbling on my pink cunt lips. I was moving my hips for one and my bust for the other.
“You look like a mechanical toy”, said Lolly from her washbasin
I knew better than to think these ladies were paying money to lick me and figured they were just about ready for some attention from me. I looked around and saw an empty table.
“Don’t think about that one, baby, we’ll just smash it to bits”, laughed June
“How about a robe on the floor ?”, I suggested
“Goes for me. Now you’re ready for some brown meat, little Irish lass ?”, she asked
“Brown meat is always on my favorite menu”, I answered
The girls put a large greenish linen robe on the wooden floor (mainly for the splinters) and I lay down on it with my legs wide open. As I expected Mandy got on top of me in a 69 and it took us a minute to move so we could find our reach. She had a nice soap-smelling bushy cunt and I began my usual tongue exploration. She was doing a great job on my shaved cunt and continuing where she had left off. Then I knew she would flip me over so that her sister June could get some attention. I was now on top of the 69 and June knelt in front of my head, her cunt inches from my face. She opened her cunt lips with her fingers so I could eat one sister with my head down, then raise my head and lick the other. While Mandy under me was continuing to lick me out, I felt another mouth but on my ass. Lolly whom I had sex with at the beginning couldn’t just stand and watch. She went for my ass and used her tongue like a piston. She would then bend down and kiss Mandy who was licking me. I knew the time was right when June kneeling in front of me began to stroke my hair. I lifted my upper body and stopped my cunt licking. I rolled off Mandy who lifted her knees up and opened her legs while June, sitting on the robe, was getting ready to form her V. Lolly took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom. We sat facing each other in the bidet and let go so that the warm liquid hit our tummies while we pinched each other’s nipples. I imagined she wanted her two sisters to have some privacy. For me they were just two girls having fun. I did hear them screaming which was so loud that the doorman asked through the door if everything was all right.
It was.
End of part 2 – To be continued
My extra work on Friday evenings had never interfered with my job at the factory. The factory work was quite simple and since I had finished my secondary schooling, I was put in the office doing invoices, shipping notes, bank stuff, etc…I was one of ten clerks doing pretty well the same thing and we were supervised by an office manager who was an Irish girl like me but around 50 years old. She was about my height, a bony face with short black hair, a modest bust and wide hips. Most people would call her plain looking but on the other hand, she was very efficient and rather pleasant with everyone which is what you want in an office. She was probably unmarried but no one knew for sure. One day my extra work caught up with me.
Colleen -- that was her name -- called me up to her office. That was rather unusual unless you had done something really bad or really good. The other clerks, mainly women, glanced at me as I walked by their desk and I heard some laughter. I didn’t know what to expect.
I walked into her office and shut the door. She told me to pull down the door blind (the window one was already down). I sat with my hands folded on my lap and she continued to read what she pretended was a report about me but I knew it was a budget, since I had typed it that morning.
“Someone saw you at the Midtown Hotel on Friday night, actually late Friday night”, said Colleen in a monotone voice without looking at me.
“With a man”, she added as she lifted her face to stare at me with her dark eyes
“Yes..that’s Harry”, I answered calmly
“Is Harry your boyfriend or your pimp or your customer ?”, she asked, emphasizing each word.
“He is neither…he’s my driver sometimes and in this case my escort”, I answered
“Please answer my question truthfully… Are you a hooker ?”, asked Colleen blushing
“Yes but…”, I began
“I don’t want an excuse or a history…So you are a…a…a hooker, a prostitute”, she stammered
“Lesbian”, I blurted
Colleen looked at me with huge eyes, swallowed hard a few times.
“What do you mean…Lesbian ?”, she managed to ask
“I mean I am a lesbian hooker”, I simply said, watching her face turn white, then red.
“You mean that you have sex with other women for money”, she said slowly
“That’s correct. Now if you want to fire me….”, I began
“Nobody…nobody…knows except me and a vice-president of the factory ”, she whispered, her tone of voice softening suddenly.
“I was told by him that he had seen you with that man who is known to hang out with the mob and who often handles prostitutes”, she began
“I will tell him, since he was worried about this situation, that this person is a distant relative of yours…and that you sometimes help him with his writing or, or, his budgets”, she said as she combed her short hair with her fingers.
“I thank you very much, I am so….”, I began
“You will have a chance to repay me”, she said looking at me eye to eye and giving me a big smile
She wrote down an address, and “Saturday afternoon 4PM.”
“Memorize it”, she asked
I looked at it and memorized it.
“You are free to go and not a word about our conversation to your colleagues”, she stated
“Of course not, thank you”, I answered.
“If you mention this to anyone…anyone…I will make sure you are fired at once and ...I forgot…wear your factory clothes”, she said
I nodded and left her office
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Saturday I took the tramway to the address I had memorized. It sure wasn’t the Majestic Hotel but it was a hotel. I don’t think it had a name but the light bulbs forming the letters of the word “hotel” were turned on all day, lighting up one after the other in sequence. I was glad I didn’t live across the street. It was the type of place I had frequented when I worked on my own before I met Alanis. The basic rate was for 30 minutes. I wore the same blouse and skirt I had the day I talked to Colleen. Suddenly a thought crossed my mind. “What if she is setting me up with someone else ?”.
I am not easily scared but I admit I felt a little queasy about this meeting.
The small bell made a racket when I opened the door, and an older woman came out of the back room. She was knitting as she walked.
“You Cathleen ?”, she asked
“Room 16. First floor”, she said and returned to her back room.
I walked up the wooden stairs which were worn in the middle. I suddenly thought of all those poor people who had walked up that staircase.
I went to room 16 and knocked. I was relieved when Colleen opened the door.
She didn’t say a word as she let me in. She was also dressed in her work clothes which were similar to mine but darker and older.
I suspected that I was there because she wanted to have sex with me. Everyone in the office suspected her of being a lesbian but nobody had any proof. She had never made a pass at anyone at work.
“Do you want me to undress ?”, I asked, as she stood there looking at me
“No…just take off your panties….and k…keep…keep your skirt and everything else on”, she stammered.
I reached under my skirt and pulled my panties down my legs, stepped out of my shoes, and took off the undergarment. I put my shoes back on.
“I’ve already taken mine off”, she said, smiling and wiping tears off her bony cheeks at the same time.
A large oval rug covered the floor between the door and the bed. It was more like a carpet made up of long strips of heavy cotton which had sewn together in that form. It was probably from the farm country and seemed quite new. Colleen stood in the middle of that carpet.
“Come here and pretend were are both at work”, she said slowly
We both stood on the carpet. She was a few inches taller than me but about the same size. She put her hands on my shoulders, bent down a bit, and kissed me on the lips. I put my hands around her waist and returned her kiss. Her mouth was hot. She broke the kiss then kissed me again , our mouths colliding. My top lip hurt. We tongue-kissed this time and held each other tighter. I could feel her thick bra against my breasts.
She broke our kiss gently.
“This is what I always wanted to do to you at work”, she said, her face grimacing as she nearly began to cry.
“That’s ok Colleen”, I said reassuring, “We can do it here instead”.
“I can pay”, she suddenly said, wiping her tears
“No way…if you mention it again, I’m leaving this minute”, I cried
She hugged me tightly, kissing my face and eyes, her tears making my face wet. I felt her small breasts with my hands through her blouse and bra. She felt mine and smiled. She reached behind me with both hands, pushed them up my thighs and cupped my asscheeks, bunching up my skirt around my waist.
We kissed again and I felt her asscheeks through her skirt. They were larger but firmer than I had expected. I opened my legs and we rubbed tummies. She bodly reached under the front of my skirt and touched my recently shaved cunt. She was breathing heavily. We broke the kiss again and she whispered in my ear:
“Finger my cunt and I’ll finger yours”.
I reached under her skirt and felt her bush while her fingers began to rub, stroke and penetrate my cunt. Colleen’s bush was not thick and I found her crack with ease. She was very wet and I must have been also.
“I wanted to do this to you so often at work”, gushed Colleen
Colleen grabbed the hem of my skirt and pulled it up so that it was around my waist. My naked shaved cunt was exposed. I reached down and pulled up Colleen’s skirt and exposed her naked twat. We fell to the floor onto the carpet and quickly rolled into a 69, our cunts and ass being the only exposed parts of our body.
My mouth was quickly filled with Colleen’s bush and I began to lick her cunt lips as well as her crack. Her clam was very wet and I nibbled on her large cunt lips. She did the same to me, sucking my cunt lips without being hampered by pubic hair. This is not an unfamiliar position for me but I have rarely had a situation in which my partner was more passionate in her cunt licking and kneading of my asscheeks. Colleen emitted high-pitched cries mixed with deep groans and moans. I tried to keep up with her intensity but it was difficult. She tasted good and I was very aroused by her. We rolled until we hit the wall then we rolled the other way until we hit the legs of the bed. I’m not sure but I think we were both groaning as we sucked each other. My mouth covered her whole cunt and her mouth was sucking on my clit. Our bodies were moving up and down against each other so that we also touched each other’s asshole with the tip of our tongue. When Colleen came, her hips moved all over my face and she squirted in my hair, my mouth, my eyes and even my tits. I must have cum also but I frankly don’t remember as we were both so agitated. I suspect she hadn’t had sex in a very long time and was extremely horny. I rolled her sideways. She covered her face with her hands. I kissed her hands and put my arms around her body from the back. Her blouse was half torn and dark with sweat. Her gold chain had broken and was lying on the carpet. I picked it up, got up and left it next to her handbag.
“I am so ashamed”, she kept on saying hiding her face
“Don’t be. I enjoyed it and so did you. There’s nothing to be ashamed about.”I tried to tell her.
“How can I face you again at the factory ?”, she asked
“Colleen, lots of married couples work together at the factory”, I answered
“But they are normal”, she smiled
“Come on Colleen, don’t give me this. We’re as normal as they are”, I said giving her a big hug
“Your problem right now is to clean up and to get home”, I said
Luckily I was a planner and brought an extra blouse which I gave her. We both smelled like we had had sex for ten hours.
As we cleaned up together in this pretty unsavory room, Colleen would start to laugh, then it would turn to tears. She reminded me of some of the mothers I had slept with, filled with guilt. We promised to see each other again, preferably in a more sophisticated location, and to continue as usual in our relationship at the factory. I got out first and took my tram.
The following week, Colleen was avoiding me at work but I gave her time to get over things. On Friday, she watched me leave and smiled. I smiled back. The vice-president apparently told many people about the man and the hotel but nobody ever knew why I was never punished.
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That Friday, I met Alanis as usual at the Pub. There were a lot of jazz and blues bands in town at this time of the year.
“The Perry sisters are in town”, Alanis said
“Oh I remember them from last year”, I answered smiling
“You must have made a good impression, ‘cause they want you back, baby”, said Al imitating their accent.
“They like their milk in their chocolate”, continued Al
“They are really nice and I am looking forward to this “, I said
The three black sisters (real sisters) were singing at the Palace Club which was in the really seedy part of town, near where I had met Colleen. Al told me to go by cab and return by cab. No walking, especially for a white girl in that area. I had instructions to get the cab to stop in the alley next to the club. A large man at the side door let me in. The music just about blew me out. We were very near the stage where a trumpet player was performing. Everybody backstage was black, but there were some white folks in the audience. The man took me by the arm and gently walked me to a door marked “Guests”.
“The Sistas are in there,” he said, “ and they finished their gig. They’re waiting for you”.
“What do I do when I’m ready to leave ?”, I asked the nice man
“I’m always here in the hallway and I’ll get you a cab”, he answered
“They sang like birds”, he said, his voice quivering. “Please them”.
He knocked on the door marked “Guests” and led me in. The three women were in the mist of washing and changing after their set. I could smell a mixture of sweat, soap and cheap perfume. They all smiled when they saw me and put their arms around me one at a time. They were between 40 and 50 I would think. The younger one was pretty skinny, and the other two were a bit pudgier. Except for a similar nose, they didn’t look much like sisters. The younger one was Lolly, and the middle one Mandy and the oldest I think was June They were very sweet to me and offered me a drink which I turned down. Alcohol made me sick. There was nothing like a shower in these joints and you were lucky to get hot water. The two older ones were naked in front of their washbasin while Lolly was still dressed and waiting for her turn.
“We meant to be ready when you arrived. Sorry. We had to sing two more songs”, Lolly told me chuckling.
“You must have been really good then,” I said
“Yeah..I think we were pretty good and I think we deserve a kiss”, she laughed
I kissed her on the cheek and her tongue licked my face. I could smell the sweat from her skinny body. She knew I didn’t kiss on the lips.
“I can’t wait any longer”, she cried and laughed
“Do you mind baby ? I’m so sweaty !’ she said
“It turns me on”, I answered
We moved away from the other two and started making out in the corner of the room.
“Ain’t that disgusting Mandy ?….Look at that…two girls doing it together !”, cried June from her spot.
Lolly lifted my dress, slipped her hand in my panties and started pawing my clam.
“Wait. I’ll take them off”, I said , as I slipped out of my panties.
“Keep ‘em off for my sisters”, she laughed
She resumed her fingering and I lifted her short stage dress and felt her hairy bush through her small thin panties. I had no trouble slipping my entire hand into her panties and fingering her hairy cunt.
“Kiss my tits please”, she asked, as she pushed them out of her blouse.
I sucked on her long blue nipples and fingered her crack, my fingers slowly moving to her clit.
She lifted her arm and I licked her armpit. I could feel her shaking with lust. She finger fucked me faster and I put my knee between her legs, my thigh pushing against her clit.
She came fairly quickly and I could feel her spasms against my thigh. I let her kiss me on my neck below my right ear. I managed to give her some pussy juices to lick from her fingers but I didn’t come, knowing there were two more to go.
She walked away to get washed and the other two came for me stark naked.
I knew just by the look in their eyes that I should get naked also and I did by pulling my dress over my head. I didn’t wear a bra and my panties were already off.
“Do you want breast or thigh, s*s ?”, asked June
“I think I’m gonna start with some white breast”, Mandy answered
“Well then I gonna have myself some white puss”, said June,” and join me when you feel like it”, she added in a loud laughter
I was having fun with these girls who just loved sex.
Mandy began to suck on my tits like I was going to give her milk. The other was poking my crack with her hard tongue then nibbling on my pink cunt lips. I was moving my hips for one and my bust for the other.
“You look like a mechanical toy”, said Lolly from her washbasin
I knew better than to think these ladies were paying money to lick me and figured they were just about ready for some attention from me. I looked around and saw an empty table.
“Don’t think about that one, baby, we’ll just smash it to bits”, laughed June
“How about a robe on the floor ?”, I suggested
“Goes for me. Now you’re ready for some brown meat, little Irish lass ?”, she asked
“Brown meat is always on my favorite menu”, I answered
The girls put a large greenish linen robe on the wooden floor (mainly for the splinters) and I lay down on it with my legs wide open. As I expected Mandy got on top of me in a 69 and it took us a minute to move so we could find our reach. She had a nice soap-smelling bushy cunt and I began my usual tongue exploration. She was doing a great job on my shaved cunt and continuing where she had left off. Then I knew she would flip me over so that her sister June could get some attention. I was now on top of the 69 and June knelt in front of my head, her cunt inches from my face. She opened her cunt lips with her fingers so I could eat one sister with my head down, then raise my head and lick the other. While Mandy under me was continuing to lick me out, I felt another mouth but on my ass. Lolly whom I had sex with at the beginning couldn’t just stand and watch. She went for my ass and used her tongue like a piston. She would then bend down and kiss Mandy who was licking me. I knew the time was right when June kneeling in front of me began to stroke my hair. I lifted my upper body and stopped my cunt licking. I rolled off Mandy who lifted her knees up and opened her legs while June, sitting on the robe, was getting ready to form her V. Lolly took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom. We sat facing each other in the bidet and let go so that the warm liquid hit our tummies while we pinched each other’s nipples. I imagined she wanted her two sisters to have some privacy. For me they were just two girls having fun. I did hear them screaming which was so loud that the doorman asked through the door if everything was all right.
It was.
End of part 2 – To be continued
Lynne
- 07.09.2022
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