Glory Road-La Femme ch-5
"Miss Carol! Miss Carol! Wake up. There is a phone call for you."
"Uh...what's that you say?"
"I say there is a phone call for you. It is Miss Mary and she say it is important."
"Oh....okay. I'll be right there."
I struggled out of bed and managed to get all the way into the living room where our telephone usually resided.
"Uh.....Mary?"
"I know that you had a pretty full day yesterday and I'm sorry for interrupting your rest, but the UNI's have been scheduled to be at La Femme tonight and, from what I have been told, it will take all of us so I am counting on you! Do you think you can make it?"
I really didn't want to attend what I thought might well become another sex orgy, but I also didn't want to let the other girls down so I told her I would be there.
"When do you want me to be there?"
"We are meeting at the company building at about seven or no later than seven-thirty. From there, we will caravan out to La Femme. Come in costume. We want these women to recognize just who it is that they are meeting with."
"Okay. See you there."
When I put the phone back in its cradle, Hilda handed me a hot cup of coffee.
"Is every one gone for the day?"
"Yeah. The children are in school and Mr. Mike went to his office early. We have the whole day for a girl-on-girl talk. I think that after your experience of yesterday, you need somebody to talk to. Do you want breakfast? I can get something done really fast!"
"Thanks - maybe a piece of toast would be good."
Later, as I was finishing my second cup of coffee and both Hilda and I were sitting at the breakfast table, Hilda broached the subject that I had been trying my best to ignore.
"You fuck dog yesterday!" This was not a question but a statement of fact. I couldn't help but wonder just how in the hell she knew. And then she told me. "I sponge dog sperm from your company serape."
"How did you know that it was from a dog?"
"I taste it!"
"You tasted it?"
"Sure I scrape some of it off the serape and eat it. My mother always say, 'Taste always tell you what it is' and she right! My mother famous whore in Finland. She teach me to be whore. We present whore plays on stage together. "
"Did you enjoy putting on these plays?"
"Maybe. Sometimes yes. Sometimes no, but mother always say, `You got to be what you are and we are whores! In our plays, we suck cocks of men, dogs, horses and even pigs. I liked the taste of the man-cocks best. After we suck their cocks we let them fuck us. Our audiences always say that we give them their money's worth. In my country, we have word for your kind. Our word translates into, `Open cunt'. That's what you are and what you must be! First feeling is one of degradation. You think you now street slut, but you are not. Tell Hilda, you like fuck dog? Does his cock feel good in your cunt?"
Hilda's brutal descriptions of what she did as a girl on the stage with her mother caused me to look at myself again. In particular, her blunt questioning had caused me to stop and minutely analyze my feelings towards the action of the day before. Although I was trying as hard as I could, I could not erase the sensation of Ronald's cock so very deep within me. Hilda may have gone on talking, but I was paying her no heed until her voice broke in on my reverie.
"You want to fuck that dog again?"
I stared at her before answering her question in order to answer that very same question for myself. When I knew my true feelings, I said,
"Yes, damn you, Hilda! I want that dog's cock in me again and again!"
"So you know what you are! You are - open cunt!"
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That Mary was no mean driver. She tore through the Virginia countryside as though she was going to a fire. Since I was number four in the caravan, there were times when I had trouble keeping up with her. I began to get a little worried for we drove deeper and deeper into the countryside. When we finally pulled into what turned out to be a parking lot, we were quite a ways out in the horse country of Virginia.
The parking lot surrounded what looked to be a very old farm building complete with out houses and barns. We all piled out of our cars and stretched so as to get some of the stiffness out of our bones. Then we marched up onto an old porch and Mary knocked at a rather heavy door.
When the door opened, we were facing a tall, slender woman. Her features were rather sharp in fact and, to me, she looked like a movie version of a witch. She was wearing a black gown that was open from her neck to her shoes - black, of course! The only thing holding that dress closed was a huge bouquet of artificial flowers located at just about the beginning of her glory road.
"Ah, welcome. I am Violet, the manager of La Femme. I was wondering if you would make it. Please, some in. And I see that you are wearing your signature serapes. That's perfect for we want our patrons to see that you are one of them but you are not one of them! Does that make sense?" She chuckled and we all laughed somewhat nervously.
Amy leaned over and whispered to me, "Those tits have been augmented and she's got puffies!"
I looked at Amy with a question in my yes.
"You have never heard of, `puffies'?" I shook my head and she began explaining this remark to me. "Often, when women have their tits augmented, they also have the surgeon puff-out their areolas and nipples. It makes their tits look sharp pointed - or so they think. I, myself, do not really care for artificial tits, but I guess it is a case of whatever turns you on."
By this time, we were inside the vestibule of this old farm house. We were facing a huge archway that led into a dining room. Small tables were spread about the rather large floor space and people - women - were eating at most of them. I counted four men who were all sitting at tables alone. Mary voiced the question that I am sure was on each of our minds,
"Somehow, I had been given the impression that men were not allowed at La Femme yet I see some there."
"I can assure you that each male was accompanied by a female upon arrival. We are located rather far out in the countryside and a lot of our female patrons do not like to drive home alone late at night. So, they bring their husbands or boyfriends to act as their chauffeur. The men are not ignored. We have another smaller room just off the restaurant area where the men can sit in semi-darkness and watch pornographic movies. If any of you become... well bored with naked females, you are free to come down to that small room and make use of the assembled males. Naturally, we would want you to concentrate on the women upstairs.
So, if you are ready, let's go up to the game room. That's what we call it."
She led us off to our left and up a flight of stairs. These stairs ended in a small landing. A solid door was set into one wall and I saw that there was a peephole in the door. When Violet knocked, the peephole opened and we were scrutinized. Evidently we were acceptable for the door opened and we were greeted by a smiled, naked young woman. Violet did not hesitate. She stepped past the young woman, slid out of her revealing dress and stood there naked. Then she led us into a huge room. As we entered, the young woman held out her hands and we deposited our serapes in her arms. It was at this point that I got my first look at this place of raw sex. The furnishings of this massive room were as simple as could be. They consisted of nothing but cots and washstands.
I didn't have enough time to count the cots, but I did notice that most of them were occupied by two and sometimes three females in various sexual positions. There was no attempt to provide privacy and all of the sex action was going on right out in public. I heard a couple of our girls - that included me - suck in their breath when they saw this. Violet must have anticipated our questions for she offered this explanation,
"During the Civil War, this farm house was used as both a battlefield hospital and a battle field bordello - principally for the Union soldiers. Farm women would come from miles around and spend day and night in this room, offering, `solace' to our gallant soldiers."
We all laughed at her description of an army whore house.
"There was no privacy then and we have not seen fit to offer any privacy now. Most of our female customers prefer it this way. By now, you are probably wondering just what our procedure is. You will once more don your clothing and we will go back down into the restaurant. If you have not had dinner, you can order at that time. Sooner or later, you will be approached with a dance request. Dancing at La Femme is always a precursor for sex. When your partner can no longer put off her urges, the two of you will come upstairs and ... well... consummate your union. Any questions?"
There were none.
"Very well In that case, let us begin. Our waitresses will escort each of you to a separate table and that will be your table for the night. Once you are finished with your .....well... whatever you end up doing upstairs, you should return to your table and await another sexual tryst offer. If there is any difficulty, don't hesitate to ask for me!"
Our entire group must have been under observation for I had no more than gotten seated and a middle-aged woman approached me.
"Care to dance?"
"Yes, of course."
This gal was not the least bit hesitant. As I held out my arms to her, she slipped her hands inside the top portion of my serape and began fondling my tits! To say that I was surprised would have been an understatement, but we danced several rounds with her clasping my tits and seemingly totally oblivious to the others sitting there and eyeing us. On our second dance, her hands slid down inside the lower portion of my serape and she began stroking my cunt lips! My libido was getting out of hand and the sexual heat in my body was beginning to boil. It was my first exposure to public sex and - after a dance or two - I completely ignored all of the others in the room. My partner, on the other hand, was apparently as cool as the proverbial cucumber.
"Am I having an effect on you?"
"Yes. You certainly are!"
"I do so enjoy dancing, don't you? Especially when it is permissible to forego the usual niceties of social behavior."
As she was saying this, a finger was pushing through my cunt lips and into me.
"Lady, if we don't go upstairs pretty soon, I'm going to come right here on the dance floor."
"Oh, very well. We can't have you squirming right here in front of everybody. Let's go!"
We retraced the steps I had taken just a short while before - removed our clothing as we entered the game room - and selected a cot. There was no opportunity for me to ask her what position she wanted. With a forcible shove, she pushed me down upon the cot and immediately mounted me in the 69 position!
My only response was to take in a deep breath as her tongue found my cunt and entered me! Then I began tonguing her cunt. She had a remarkable taste to her cunt juices! She must have anointed herself before coming to La Femme.
This female was an accomplished user of her tongue. She lathered up my cunt with her spit and then slid down to where she could lather up my puckered hole! I excitedly awaited her assault upon my ass and, when it came, I was not disappointed. She was good! Oh, my heavens was she ever good!
A dull, roaring, aching and increasing orgasm was tearing though my guts! I could only hang my head and let my orgasm rip though me! I didn't know whether or not it was sociably acceptable in this place for females to give out with screams at the time of their orgasms, but I could not help myself. I moaned! I growled! I screamed! And I blacked out!
When I came back to reality, I found that I was alone on that terrible cot. My torturer was long gone. Shakily, I got to my feet, reclaimed my serape and made my way back down in the general direction of my table. If I had been asked, I would have said that I was upstairs for just a few minutes, but, once I was in the dining area again, I realized that it was almost empty! A very large portion of the guests had gone home!
Amy walked over to where I was standing.
"Good God Girl! We thought you had decided to take up residence in that game room forever. Mary and Joy are waiting for us in the parking lot."
"What time is it?"
"It is nearly midnight."
"MIDNIGHT? How long was I up there?"
Violet came up to us at this point and she picked up our conversation.
"You were in the game room nearly three hours!"
"MY GOD! How many times did I cum?"
Violet offered, "If I know Jennifer correctly, she probably had you coming every thirty minutes!"
"That can't be correct! I just can't cum that often or that much!"
Violet shrugged her shoulders and added, "All that I know about that woman is this. There was a young woman in the place one night and a discussion began about who could cum the most and who could cause a woman to have the most orgasms. The two of them really got into it so it was decided that a trial should be held. Jennifer had the young girl down on a cot and once the trial was begun, she had that girl coming every fifteen minutes for four hours! We had to call the EMT's to come and take her to the hospital! So it is quite possible that she had you coming four different times!"
I just could not believe that, but my fatigue argued for just such an experience. I pretty nearly fell asleep on my drive home!