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Chapter 45 Vanilla in Suburbia
Both Kendra and Lloyd were whimpering when Portia and Stacy returned to the pitch-black home dungeon. Their labored breath could be heard throughout the large room. It had been exactly thirty-eight minutes since the dominas left.
The delay was caused by the fact neither Stacy nor Portia could see the clock with her head between the other’s legs. Using mouths and fingers, they had attacked each other’s sex like powerful jungle cats in season. It was the most intense sixty nine they’d had in weeks.
“Doesn’t that sound awesome,” asked Portia hesitating a moment before she flipped the light switch?
“Let’s just stand here a moment and enjoy it,” said Stacy taking Portia in her arms for a kiss.
“You smell like pussy,” giggled Portia inhaling the scent of her sex off Stacy’s face.
“And you taste like mine,” said Stacy tugging at Portia lower lip.
“Guess we better get back to work,” said Portia reluctantly ending their embrace.
“Torture is such a demanding profession,” said Stacy as she reached for the light switch.
“I hope Kendra thinks twice before she lets the Bradford boys put their nasty cocks in her again,” said Portia in a loud voice as she slowly circled Kendra listening to her breath and the rasping sounds she was making with the back of her throat.
“I’ll be good, Mother. I promise,” said Kendra in a whisper.
“His ass is so beautifully striped,” said Stacy lightly passing her palm over Lloyd’s buttocks feeling where the cane had raised whelps.
“They’re sweating like pigs,” said Portia trailing her fingers over Kendra’s brow.
“I think they deserve a good butt fucking,” said Stacy taking hold of the T-shaped handle embedded on the crack of Lloyd’s ass. “The anal probe has certainly got them ready for it.”
“I agree, Mistress Stacy,” said Portia grasping the handle of Kendra’s probe and twisting it a half turn.
“Please no, Mother,” said Kendra experiencing a sharp cramp in her lower GI tract as the intestine contracted.
Both Kendra and Lloyd had stressed the importance of simultaneity. It was important they experienced identical pain in the same instant. Neither Portia nor Stacy had any idea why but agreed to comply with their request. Portia theorized it was based on being an S&M couple as opposed to individual sufferers.
Using a silent three-finger count, the girls extracted the anal probes simultaneously causing the couple to scream together. Portia’s musically trained ear marveled at the resulting two-part harmony of pain as their voices reached a crescendo in response to having the donut shaped probe removed in the same split second. Lloyd’s tenor cry blended with Kendra’s soprano to fill the room.
Stacy had noted during the earlier phase when she and Portia had applied the floggers, paddles, and cane, there had been a competition among the two to see who could remain silent the longest. Lloyd had howled at the fifth strike of the flogger when several strands found his most vulnerable flesh; but Kendra held off until the sixth blow when the flogger exploded on her labia and clitoris. Lloyd had won the contest with the paddle holding back until the count reached seven; however, both slaves had screamed at the first blow of the bamboo cane.
The ways of the S&M couple are strange decided Stacy as she waited for the Talbots to end their duet of anguish.
“Ready, Mistress Portia,” asked Stacy coating her strapon dildo with lubricant?
“Almost,” said Portia, who had the more difficult task of positioning her combination vagina and anal strapon in both of Kendra’s orifices.
Stacy felt Lloyd’s body tense as the blunt rough head of the dildo was placed at the center of his sphincter. She reached forward taking hold of the punishment bench for leverage.
“I’m going to ram this so far up you ass you can taste your own shit,’ whispered Stacy in Lloyd’s ear.
Three nods of Portia’s head and they pushed forward. A loud groan escaped Lloyd’s lips as the lubricated dildo sailed through his rectum, its rubber nodules raking across the interior wall carving a trail of pain.
“Oh My God,” whispered Kendra when she felt both orifices fill. The spiny surface of the dildo abraded her G-spot. It dug groves in the soft flesh as it passed inward.
Stacy and Portia experienced powerful repeated waves of sensation from their new strapon. The company’s claim their product gave intense pleasure to the wearer proved correct. Both girls felt almost giddy as their thrusting created waves of ecstasy deep inside their vagina.
My G-spot is in fucking heaven thought Stacy realizing that the harder she pounded the faux cock in Lloyd’s ass the greater the pleasure inside her. I could fuck him all day.
Achieving near perfect coordination at the point of maximum penetration, each mistress took hold of the zipper attached to the Talbot’s left inner thigh and pulled it free. The chord jerked ten times as the plastic clothespins released their hold. The shock was so great it took the Talbots several seconds to process the arrivals of ten messages to their brain something horrible had occurred.
Portia gripped Kendra’s trembling flanks sensing her terrible agony through her hands and the expression of wretchedness that sprang from her mouth.
Lloyd’s violent reaction to the removal of the zipper was captured by the strapon now buried a full twelve inches in his ass. The unleashed power traveled up the interconnected shafts reaching the part embedded in Stacy’s vagina where it passed into her G-spot bringing her to orgasm.
“Oh shit, I love it,” said Stacy drawing the dildo back for another surge forward.
When the unbearable agony of blood returning to ten places it had been forced to vacate had almost subsided, both girls withdrew the strapon dildo to the entrance, hooked their forefinger in the plastic ring of the zipper chord attached to the right forearm and once again with perfect timing jerked it free as they thrust forward. The flesh of the underarm and armpit proved highly receptive to the agony created by the quick release of a zipper. Both Talbots screamed as they twisted in their restraints, their side a searing cauldron of pain.
Anguish consumed the two when they felt the first clothespin release the quarter inch of compressed tissue at their elbow. The click of the last three pinchers exiting their armpits preceded the most violent reaction thus far witnessed by Stacy and Portia. Stacy contracted her G-spot against the dildo absorbing the impact of Lloyd’s reaction.
Getting your ass and pussy reamed while having zippers jerked off has got to be at the top of the pain charts decided Portia as her senses drank in Kendra’s reaction. She leaned down to lick Kendra’s spinal column.
“You can taste their pain,” said Portia.
Stacy imitates Portia. Her tongue captured the thin line of sweat gathered in the depression of Lloyd’s spine. His perspiration does taste odd decided Stacy. Maybe pain does have a flavor.
The ritual continued until all the zippers were removed. Both Talbots appeared out of their minds with the wretchedness of their state. Every muscle and tendon in their well-maintained bodies became visible as they struggled to deal with not only the agony of the zipper just removed but also the knowledge others remained.
By the time they finished, the Talbots seemed only half alive. Lloyd was pleading not to be hurt any more while Kendra was opening weeping while she begged her Mother’s forgiveness.
They’ve broken and that’s exactly what they wanted realized Portia as she listened to Kendra’s pleas for her Mother to forgive her. Portia placed her hand at Kendra’s lips where it was covered with wet kisses as she loudly proclaimed her love.
“Please, I can’t take anymore,” whispered Lloyd when Stacy placed her face beside his. He sounded desperate.
“Time to release our slaves,” said Portia quickly turning the wheels to free Kendra from Satan’s Breasts.
Stacy freed Lloyd from his recent CBT acquisition. His cock and balls were discolored and his scrotum appeared permanently extended.
“Time for your reward, let’s see if your pecker still works,” said Stacy slipping between and under his legs to take his tortured manhood in her mouth as she worked his loosened asshole with all four fingers. Her experienced fingers found his prostate and began the rubbing action so beloved by the male.
Portia took the same position as Stacy inserting two fingers in Kendra’s pussy to stroke her G-spot while her other hand stretched her sensitive anal ring. Portia applied her tongue and lips to Kendra’s clitoris and labia bringing forth loud moans of pleasure accompanied by whispers hinting of long suppressed desires.
“Eat my pussy, Mother. I love you. Make your evil godless daughter come,” said Kendra in a tone expressing the terrible intensity of her feelings.
Lloyd’s cock felt rock hard in Stacy’s mouth. Her hand griped his testicles with a strength other men would have protested.
Portia and Stacy were surprised both became quickly aroused in spite of the punishment their body’s had absorbed. Their orgasms consumed almost the same amount of energy as removing the zippers.
Unusually thick and creamy, like Hagen Daz, my favorite, thought Stacy as Lloyd’s jerking cock squirted semen in her mouth. It tastes concentrated. I wonder if all the energy he’s expended has distilled his semen. I need to get Portia’s opinion. It’s certainly a mouthful of heavy cream.
Stacy carefully climbed out from under Lloyd and walked around to the front of the punishment bench where she released his wrists and ankles.
“Here’s your portion, Lloyd,” said Stacy kneeling down her face mere inches from his.
“Yes, Mistress,” said Lloyd his eyes closed to maximize his concentration.
Stacy placed her lips against his, pushed her tongue into his mouth then transferred half the contents.
“Don’t swallow,” said Stacy ending the kiss. “Share it with your lovely wife.”
Lloyd got unsteadily to his feet as Portia helped Kendra to standing. Stacy and Portia positioned the Talbots facing one another.
“Open your mouth, Kendra and accept Lloyd’s offering,” said Portia sensing the surrealness of the moment. During the last two hours the pair had chosen to endure unspeakable pain together. It created a unique bond based on shared experiences few couples would chose to duplicate.
Kendra placed her naked body against her husband’s embraced him and tilted her head back with her mouth wide open. Lloyd’s head tilted forward spilling the contents of his mouth into Kendra’s.
“Very nicely done,” said Stacy thinking it would make an excellent painting to add to Lloyd’s collection. Stacy embraced Portia imitating Lloyd. The white fluid, its volume increased by Stacy’s saliva, flowed over her lower lip into Portia’s open mouth.
“Let’s swallow together,” said Stacy as the four joined hands in a circle.
Seconds later they tilted their heads back and swallowed.
“Wow, that was really something,” said Portia wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
“You two were incredible for novices,” said Lloyd taking bottles of water out of the mini-fridge and handing them out.
“I found it very erotic, bordering on the spiritual,” said Portia.
“You two have the most amazing relationship. Kendra, are there any more Lloyd’s where you got him,” asked Stacy?
“Afraid not, he’s unique,” said Kendra hugging her husband.
“Let’s go upstairs, get cleaned up, and take a nap. Leo and Lionel and the others will be here at seven. They’re bringing reinforcements to make sure you horny college girls get enough cock,” said Lloyd.
“And we’ve invited some old friends who we’ve swapped with before,” said Kendra. “We want to expose you to different points of view about the swinging lifestyle.”
***
“The secret to a good swap party is having extra men,” said Kendra watching as Lloyd handed beers to the six men who had just arrived. The three women were seated on the steps in the shallow end of the Talbot’s pool sipping a glass of wine. The men chatted with Lloyd who was standing at the grill cooking. They were occasionally glancing at the three naked women.
“Really, even in this day of stay-hard drugs,” said Portia.
“ED drugs can keep a cock hard but it’s still only one dick and sometimes I want all my holes filled. A good swap party needs a two to one ratio of boys to girls. And if the guys have used pharmaceuticals to turbo charge their libido, that’s even better,” said Kendra.
“I bet I can guess which two are Lloyd’s brothers,” said Portia noting that two of the men bore a strong resemblance.
“There is a definite family resemblance especially in their penises. Even I couldn’t tell which was Lloyd’s cock one night when someone bet me I couldn’t identify my own husband’s by sucking off all three.”
“That must have been embarrassing, and fun,” said Stacy.
“It was Marge Endicott’s idea. She and Ted are coming tonight. They’re among our oldest friends in the lifestyle. Marge bet me twenty dollars I couldn’t tell one dick from the other. They blindfolded me and tied my hands behind my back.”
“I’m not sure I could tell Monk from Les under those circumstances,” said Portia.
“Your husband and his brothers are handsome,” said Stacy.
“Lloyd, Lionel, and Leo, the three sons of Lee Anne and Lincoln Talbot, my in-laws didn’t speak to me for a year when I refused to christen either of our children with a first name beginning with an L. I compromised on Nicole. She is Nicole Lenore Talbot. By the way, the name of their company is Talbot Metal Works and those six all work there. Lloyd is the Talbot brother who did not go into the family business.”
“How did you meet Lloyd,” asked Portia?
“At an S&M club in New York, I was still in college. I’d gone there for a weekend with some girl friends. You got in free if you agreed to spend an hour in the stocks letting dominants whip your bare ass. Lloyd was a dominant in those days. He used an antique bamboo cane that once belonged to a member of the Hellfire Club. He was visiting friends in the city. Funny, two Bostonians meeting in a New York sex club,” said Kendra.
“Some things are just meant to be,” said Portia.
“When I managed to keep quiet after five strokes, he was impressed enough to hang around until my hour was over and buy me a soda and rub cream on my butt. I have to admit that if I hadn’t thought he was cute, I would have screamed my head off the instant that polished bamboo touched my bottom. It was love of pain at first sight,” said Kendra.
“Sounds romantic,” said Portia.
“I was besmitten. The dominant males I’d met before Lloyd were total losers. He was educated, intelligent and understood my needs.”
“So you became a couple,” said Stacy?
“Yes, a year later we became engaged. We got married a day after we graduated.”
“And Leo and Lionel,” asked Stacy?
“Both recently divorced. Their wives were real losers, too. I could fix you up if you’re interested,” said Kendra.
“Sorry but I’ll have to pass. I’m in a relationship,” said Stacy.
“Me too, they look like nice guys but fucking is as far as I’m willing to go,” said Portia.
“What can you tell us about them, sex-wise,” asked Stacy looking at the men.
“Somebody’s horny,” laughed Kendra. Leo and Lionel are like their older brother, seven inches of thick meat with a classic mushroom head. A girl can tell they’re brothers simply by sucking their cocks.”
“Genetically well endowed,” said Portia.
“Staying power is average. They prefer the girl on top and being brothers like to double and triple team. Since you two love anal, that shouldn’t be a problem. I’ve had all three Talbot brothers inside me more times than I can count.”
“So you’ve done it with your brothers in law,” asked Portia?
“The Talbot boys share everything. I consider them family and leave it at that,” said Kendra. “I did their wives when they were still together.”
“Why did they get divorced,” asked Portia?
“Donna and Rachel had an affair and the brothers found out,” said Kendra.
“Who with,” asked Stacy?
“Each other, now they live together in a condo in Belmont. The cunts had the nerve to send me a wedding invitation. Just because we went down on one another, doesn’t mean I’m not a Talbot first. Don’t tell Leo and Lionel I told you,” said Kendra. “They’re sensitive about others knowing their wives turned out to be a pair of rug munching dykes.”
“We won’t,” said Portia.
“The blonde surfer type is Sean. Good kisser and pussy eater, very oral, likes sixty-nine, loves to rim and be rimed, his long thin dick is just made for ass fucking or deep throating. The short Italian looking one is Michael. He’s the VP of Marketing and a smooth talker. He’s furry and uncut. I always have to pick pubic hair out of my teeth after I suck his dick.”
“Thank God, more men are shaving their cocks these days. Most of the guys we fuck at Harvard are smooth,” said Portia.
“That must be nice. Nothing worse than coughing up a hair ball after several wooly guys have skull fucked you,” said Kendra.
“We know these two students who have Prince Alberts,” said Portia. “That’s a totally different feeling especially when it is DP.”
“You can feel the metal traveling up and down your vagina and rectum. It’s something every woman should experience,” said Stacy.
“I have never had a pierced cock in me. But I would love to give it a try,” said Kendra.
“Come by our place some time and we’ll have Monk and Les give you the heavy metal experience,” said Portia.
“Are you serious? I might just take you up on that,” said Kendra.
“Do, we’d love to arrange it. You’ve been so nice to us,” said Stacy. “You could spend the afternoon learning first hand why Queen Victoria grieved for fifteen years when her Albert died.”
“Are you sure two Harvard boys would be willing to service an old married woman,” asked Kendra?
“You are a beautiful woman, Kendra, and I guarantee they will go nuts over you,” said Stacy hugging her.
“They like to double stuff and having both Prince Alberts in the same hole is an awesome experience,” said Portia.
“I’ll email when I can come,” said Kendra. “I better finish giving the lowdown because they’re about to join us. Tom, he’s Japanese and the company’s chief engineer. He’s new. I’ve only screwed him twice. He’s into Japanese rope bondage. He showed me some pictures of some of his work, very esoteric. He’ll pound you hard but his dick is average. That leaves Sven, the Swede. He’s the metallurgist and very smart. We girl’s call his penis, Thor’s Hammer. It’s the largest I’ve ever handled, ten inches. Plus, it has a double curve.”
“Double curve,” questioned Stacy?
“When it gets hard, it curves upward and to the right. Has a different feeling from other dicks when it’s inside you,” said Kendra. “Sven’s a typical Swede, loves to fuck, and goes until he’s exhausted. He once screwed me missionary style for an hour. I’m talking a solid sixty minutes of pussy pounding intercourse. I thought I was going to have to have my cunt relined.”
“Here they come,” said Stacy arching her back to raise her breasts.
***
“Mind if I join you,” asked Stacy speaking to the elderly couple seated on the chaise? They were watching Portia service the three Talbot brothers. She was in the middle of the room on a mat being tripled penetrated.
“Of course, dear,” said Marge Endicott making room for Stacy to take a seat between her and her husband.
“These are truly extraordinary,” said Ted cupping Stacy’s breast with his hand while bending over to suck her nipple.
“Thank you, Ted. I have my mother’s side of the family to thank for them,” said Stacy.
“Men, especially ones who were breast fed, are mammary fixated,” said Marge. “Ted’s mother breast fed all six of her children. Her nipples were two inches long when she passed on.”
“You’re exaggerating, Marge,” said Ted leaning down to kiss Stacy’s other breast. “Mom’s zickers were an inch and a half at most. The reality is women get off having those tiny lips pulsing away on their dug. Mother breast-fed her youngest until he was almost four. Dad had to put a stop to it or Aaron would still be living off her tits.”
“I’ve read women feel guilty about the pleasure they feel from breast feeding,” said Stacy.
“Believe me, Stacy, when Sophia Endicott was laid out in her coffin, they had to bend them over to close the lid. I would have passed on the nude burial if my boobs looked like hers. But let’s not speak ill of the dead.”
“Ted’s mother was buried in the nude,” asked Stacy reaching to take Ted’s aged cock in her hand. It felt almost silky to the touch.
“All the Endicott’s were, at least most of them. Ted’s great grandfather founded the New England Naturalist’s Society,” said Marge.
“So they were nudists,” said Stacy.
“Yes, my father and mother only wore clothes when they had to,” said Ted. “They lived on a dairy farm outside Manchester, New Hampshire. It was two miles from the nearest road. The property included a lake. In the summer they ran a naturalist camp.”
“I’ve read Naturalists are pretty strict about sexual behavior,” said Stacy.
“A hardon would get your kicked out in the blink of an eye,” said Ted relaxing back into the chaise as his penis responded to Stacy’s stroking.
“Ted’s parents were into healthy nudism not sex. Ted’s the black sheep of the Endicott’s,” said Marge spreading her legs so Stacy could place her hand on her sex.
“According to my Dad, clothes were why everyone wanted illicit sex. Covering the human body made it shameful and increased lustful behavior. My parents believed that if everyone went naked, sex would be limited to procreation. They firmly believed in the cause; but I decided at an early age, they were full of shit,” said Ted.
“Ted misbehaved at his dad’s summer camp,” said Marge before turning to kiss Stacy.
“Dad caught me screwing Mrs. Trimble in the tool shed. The fact Mr. Trimble was present added to Dad’s displeasure.”
“So what did he do,” asked Stacy?
“Whipped my butt with his belt then banned me from summer camp,” said Ted. “And he sent the Trimbles packing.”
“How about you, Marge? Was your childhood as exotic as Ted’s?” asked Stacy.
“Not at all, my parents were school teachers right here in Lexington. They were descendants of the Puritans and they acted accordingly. They were very strict with my sister and me. But in my case, it didn’t take, especially when it came to sex. Once I discovered what that thing between my legs was capable of, I was off,” said Marge.
“Tell Stacy what you did in high school,” said Ted.
“I had sex with every boy in my class except for the two who were gay,” said Marge.
“She has an annual where she drew an X over the faces of the ones she bonked,” said Ted.
“I also wrote down the date and time of intercourse and made evaluative comments,” said Marge.
“Kendra said you were swingers back when that was a pejorative term,” said Stacy.
“I’m seventy four and Ted’s seventy six. We have been swinging with other couples and singles for over five decades,” said Marge. “I’ve lost count of the number of men and women I’ve been with.”
“Wow, that’s amazing,” said Stacy.
“Things were much different when we started,” said Ted.
“How,” asked Stacy?
“No computers for one thing, no WEB or Internet. It was hard to find out who the other swingers were,” said Marge.
“So how did you meet,” asked Stacy?
“You had to know somebody to get started. Marge’s best friend and her husband were our first,” said Ted.
“We’d only been married a year. Our sex life was slowing down. Grace and I had been best friends since college. We roomed together at Sarah Lawrence,” said Marge.
“And ate each other’s pussy,” added Ted.
“I’m telling this story, Theodore. One day at lunch, I came right out and asked her how she and Jim kept it interesting and vital,” said Marge.
“She suggested wife swapping,” said Stacy impressed she was now stroking Ted’s fully erect cock. A half hour before he had finished in Portia then announced he was going to take it easy for the rest of the evening.
“Not at first, we started with voyeurism,” said Marge.
“You watched each other,” asked Stacy?
“That was as far as many swinging couples were willing to go in those days,” said Ted.
“Portia and I have these friends at school, Monk and Les. Sometimes Monk and I will watch Portia and Les then they watch us.”
“Your friend Portia has a nut cracker. When I mentioned it to her, she said that if I wanted to experience the ultimate in nut crackers, I should put my Johnson in you,” said Ted adding his hand to his wife’s.
“I’d love to do the both of you but first I’d like to hear more about the early days of wife swapping,” said Stacy spreading her legs to open her sex.
“Picture this, the four of us are on Grace and Jim’s couch making out,” said Marge.
“We’d consumed several rounds of cocktails to summon our Dutch courage,” said Ted.
“Clothes slowly came off until the four of us were buck naked. I screwed Marge while Jim does Grace. Then we got dressed and went home. Today, it sounds pretty tame but in those days it was a big deal. You could go to jail for lascivious conduct,” said Ted.
“But things progressed,” said Stacy.
“Next time, Grace and Marge went down on each other,” said Ted.
“You’ve got it all wrong. The next time I jerked Jim off while Grace did you,” said Marge. “It wasn’t until the fourth time Grace and I did anything together and that was only because we were drunk.”
“Ate each other’s cunts like a pair of Parisian diesel dykes,” said Ted. “Ate each other’s butt too, eating ass was a novelty in those days.”
“Lesbianism was considered a terrible sin when we were younger,” said Marge.
“One night, old Jim and I were pumping away in our wives. Marge and Grace were seated on the couch side by side playing with each other’s tits. Jim and I exchanged looks and that was it. We switched places. We never said a word just did it.”
“Spontaneity is best sometimes,” said Marge.
“True, but you moved on from there,” asked Stacy?
“It turned out Jim and Grace were already members of a wife swapping club that met once a month at a motel just across the border in Seabrook, New Hampshire. You won’t believe this but it was called Love’s Motel. A guy named George Love built it,” said Ted.
“They didn’t tell us about the club until after we had sex with them. Looking back, they seduced us but it all worked out for the best,” said Marge.
“What was the motel like,” asked Stacy?
“Classic early wife swapping, everyone gathered together at the start. The men put their car keys in a hat. Each wife drew out a set of keys. Whomever keys you drew was your partner for the night,” said Marge.
“All night, the same man,” said Stacy.
“Yes, it was a gamble. Sometimes you’d be stuck with a man who had trouble getting it up or wanted you to do all the work. Men weren’t as into providing oral sex in those days. You got to suck his dirty dick but God forbid he put his mouth on you,” said Marge.
“There was nothing queer in those days. Guys didn’t touch other guys. Young men today don’t care if it’s a male or female as long as it’s wet,” said Ted.
“The male students Portia and I know at Harvard are bisexual. Of course, the girls are too,” said Stacy.
“Don’t be crude, Ted. You’re just jealous,” said Marge. “But sex was more limited. None of the women allowed anal intercourse,” said Marge.
“I enjoy anal sex. In many cases, I prefer it,” said Stacy slipping down in the chaise to take a position between Marge’s legs. “I’m ready to make love if you are.”
“Dog style, my favorite,” said Ted taking a position at Stacy’s rear.
***
“Are you awake,” asked Stacy? She and Portia were in her bed at their condo. Giacomo looked up, annoyed Stacy had disturbed him. They hadn’t gotten back from the Talbots until almost two in the morning
“Yes, want to talk,” asked Portia?
“I am some kind of sexual freak,” said Stacy.
“Shouldn’t that include both us? You didn’t do anything today I didn’t do.”
“I got off causing pain. That’s not a hallmark of stable and healthy person,” said Stacy pulling Portia into her arms.
“Me too, we’re both freaks,” said Portia snuggling against Stacy.
“Maybe we should go to the Student Health Center and request a psychiatric evaluation,” said Stacy.
“Only if you want the world to know we’re freaks. Their computer records have been hacked so often I don’t know why they bother to use logins and passwords.”
“You’re kidding,” said Stacy.
“Someone keeps posting the audio files recording both group and individual sessions from the Center’s Mental Health Department.”
“They can’t find and stop it,” said Stacy.
“It’s probably some MIT computer science student whose IQ is over two hundred. Who the hell is smart enough to stop him?”
“That’s awful,” said Stacy. “People are entitled to some privacy in their lives.”
“I agree. But there is a good chance that if you schedule a session with one of the brain doctors, the entire campus will get to listen to your account of yesterday’s happenings.”
“What did you come away with from our sojourn to Lexington,” asked Stacy?
“Suburbia is not the boring sexual desert I thought it was. I have been operating on the premise I should complete all sexual experimentation before finishing college. I saw a future in which job, husband, and children mandated a very limited sex life. I can now see that, at least in the case of the Talbots, that is not true,” said Portia.
“Kendra, where does she fit under the bell shaped sex curve,” asked Stacy?
“I would say she is over at the edge, a data outlier. However, there are probably more Kendra’s out there than one would think. By the way, I bet Lloyd gives you a call. He was attracted to you and I kind of sensed you thought he was muy simpatico.”
“He may call but I am not going out with him. I wouldn’t do that to Kendra,” said Stacy.
“Most unmarried women would. He’s good looking, helps in the kitchen and a good fuck. They would overlook his need for black cock and a monthly whip-ass session. He’s also well off which would mean a lot to most women but not you since you are even better off.”
“I may be a kinky out of control sex freak but not a spouse stealing one,” said Stacy. “If he calls and he probably will I intend to politely decline his request.”
“As for us being sex freaks since we got off playing dominatrix today, I would like to point out something important you are overlooking,” said Portia.
“And that is,” asked Stacy?
“The persons we were torturing wanted us to torture them. It was part of their sexual fantasy. They loved what we did. They’ll recall it later when they masturbate. We did not kidnap an innocent couple to cause them pain. It was role-play. That makes for one hell of a difference,” said Portia.
“Not sure I understand what you’re saying,” said Stacy.
“Suppose we were employed as interrogators for some Latin American security police. Five days a week, we work on enemies of the regime. We beat them bloody, break a few bones, apply electricity to their sexual organs and fill their bowels with water,” said Portia.
“Fill their bowels with water, what does that do,” asked Stacy.
“A garden hose up your ass is exceedingly painful. My point is that what we did with the Talbots might make us sexual freaks but there are people who are sexual monsters. And that is not Portia and Stacy. Even the Talbots are worse freaks than us.”
“They are,” asked Stacy?
“Definitely, desiring pain is more unnatural than causing it. It’s much more normal to enjoy landing a cane across someone’s ass than to arrange for someone to do it to you. Kendra’s cunt was absolutely dripping pussy juice when I was whipping the shit out of her. Now that is truly not normal.”
“I see your point,” said Stacy. “What would I do without you?”
“The real problem in our lives is Lt. Mike Cabreeze. The Mike problem makes our tendency to climax while engaged in S&M with a pair of suburbanites a trivial concern. Mike is a danger to our very existence. If anything should ever go wrong, we both know too much for him to let us live.”
“So what do we do,” asked Stacy?
“I would suggest we kill him if I thought we could get away with it,” said Portia. “If he were dead, we could marry Monk and Les and live happily ever after.”
“I want to marry you,” said Stacy. “We could, you know.”
“I’m not ready to get married. I want to graduate and establish my career first. Besides I couldn’t afford a lawyer to meet with your lawyer to negotiate a decent pre-nuptial agreement.”
“So you wouldn’t marry me,” said Stacy pouting.
“I want children eventually,” said Portia.
“You could be inseminated,” said Stacy reaching between Portia’s legs to feel her rings. “There’s a turkey baster in the kitchen.”
“So I’d be the one who has a watermelon belly for nine months,” said Portia.
“We could adopt. Some friends of my parents adopted two precious little boys from China.”
“And waste the DNA of the beautiful Stacy Todd, no way,” said Portia.
“I have read they are researching the possibility of combining the DNA of same sex couples in a fertilized egg. We could have a child whose DNA belongs to both of us,” said Stacy.
“All right, we can get married once that’s a reality,” said Portia.
“You know there is one more thing that worries me about Mike Cabreeze,” said Stacy.
“Other than the likelihood he will eventually murder us,” said Portia.
“Yes, there’s another thing bothering me,” said Stacy.
“Which is,” asked Portia?
“I like being with Mike. No, the word ‘like’ is all wrong. It’s hard to explain. I had a great time today at the Talbots. And the charity weekend was unbelievable. But when I am out with the Posse, it’s as if I’m a different person. I feel so alive. I get off on just being with him. I know how dangerous it is. It’s insane.”
“I know why,” said Portia.
“Why?”
“Some rare women are warriors. You’re one. Mike Cabreeze for all his evil saw that in you. You’re a risk taker who loves danger. You’re also a natural leader.”
“You’re full of shit but I love you and want to have your babies,” said Stacy hugging Portia.
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