by Carol Queen
Tina was divine: a pretty face and voluptuous body. She had the most perky, full, natural breasts I had ever seen. Everything about her was fine but nothing was as gorgeous to me as the sight of Tina bent over in front of me. Her dark vulva looked back at me with a glimpse of pussy pink glowing with wetness—tempting me! Tina and I had several quick encounters at sex parties from time to time but never played together without our men. All I could do for months was fantasize about playing in Tina’s box, tasting her again and figuring out if I could let go enough to enjoy sex with women as much as I dreamed that I could.
At a hotel sex party Tina cornered me, quickly placing a passionate kiss on me, causing me to open my mouth and reach into hers with my tongue. She swirled her tongue around mine then pressed her lips around my tongue. She sucked on my tongue, smacked my ass hard, then rubbed on my booty, making it all better as she pulled her mouth away from mine. My nipples hardened as she whispered something into my ear about how tonight she was going to make time for us to finally finish what we had started so many times before. My face and torso blushed from the rush of anticipation. I hoped she would follow through because all I could think about was my mouth on her pussy.
The night was just getting started. In the master bedroom a male friend introduced me to his latest girl. She was young, tall, and her skin was a light, creamy, almost golden honey color. Her short hair brought out the beauty of her big brown eyes and full lips. Everything about her matched her sweet name … Honey. She even sweetly asked me to make sure that she would be okay; this was her first sex party.
I started kissing and undressing her. She kissed back, took my top and bra off for me. I was going to make sure she was better than okay! She asked what I wanted her to do. To her surprise I told her that what I wanted most was to watch her suck off our boy. He smiled, and she gladly got onto her knees and started sucking and spitting on his dick. I made my way onto the floor and lay on my back between her legs. My mouth was almost close enough to breathe on her clit but my head was far enough up that it allowed me to watch her taking all of him in. I rubbed on her clit over her lace panties, mimicking the speed and cadence with which she was sucking him.
When I couldn’t resist the urge to taste her anymore, I pulled her panties to the side, parting her pussy lips with my tongue and plunging in until I could feel her pussy envelop my mouth. I was starting to really get into her when I felt someone down by my waist trying to pull my thong down. Yes, this was a sex party but it didn’t mean it was a free for all! I slid out from in-between Honey’s legs to see who was bold enough to be touching me without consent. I was about to get to cursing when my eyes focused in on Tina’s.
I looked behind her and around us. As I sat up she came closer. She straddled my legs, knowing what I was thinking. She whispered, “It is just us girls. Neither of our husbands is in this room tonight. These two here only seem to be using the edge of this very big bed.”
It was time to see if my cunt was right about women. I got back on the bed wearing nothing but a black thong and six-inch red stilettos. Tina went over to the dresser to get her “bag of tricks,” which she brought over to the bed. Tina was known for the bag of tricks that she always brought to parties. I knew that the bag usually contained condoms, lube, and a double dong—the rest of the contents would soon be part of my carnal knowledge.
Tina let me take her dress off. She had absolutely nothing underneath but that soft dark chocolate skin, amazing breasts, and her very smooth, fully waxed, pussy and ass. Tina was great at reading my mind because in the instant I thought about my mouth and her pussy, she was already leaning me back onto a pillow to squat over my face. Her sweet wet box just inches from my face, I put my hands around her waist and brought her closer to me. I sucked on her clit as I penetrated her with two of my fingers. She moaned. I used the tip of my tongue to pull the hood of her clit back and I sucked harder. She moaned louder. I placed another finger in her as she squirmed a little.
I pulled out my fingers, exchanging them for my tongue. My nose was rubbing her clit. Her box smelled and tasted like the most sweet feminine perfume that nature could compose. I wanted to suck every ounce of juice out of her but she had very different plans. Just as I started to get so fucking hot and wet off her taste and could almost feel myself come from pleasuring her, she stood up in the bed and turned around toward my feet. I thought, “Yes!” I was so ready for her to get into the 69 position on top of me! But she didn’t.
Tina reached for the bag of tricks next to my hips and started pulling things out. She sat between the bag and me so I really couldn’t see what she was preparing. She grabbed a couple of pillows from the head of the bed. She placed one over whatever she had just been messing with. She then kissed all around my pussy before pulling my thong down in the most fluid move I had ever seen. She spread my legs open, reached for the second pillow, and hinted for me to raise my bottom up so that she could place the pillow underneath me. Tina had her bag of tricks ready and had me just where she wanted.
Her mouth went toward my pussy as her hands reached up towards my breasts. She teased, pinched, and pulled at my hard nipples as her stiff tongue darted in and out of my pussy. The more I enjoyed it the rougher she would be on my nipples. My pussy was sloppy wet. I wanted more. I wanted her to have her way with me. I wanted whatever she had prepared for me underneath that pillow. Tina wasn’t ready to give me that yet. She slid her hands down my inner thighs, tickling them with her long nails.
While she was sucking my clit, one of her fingers was fucking my pussy. Two fingers. Three. She removed them all, lubed them up, cuffed them close to her pinky, and she pushed all four into me. I let out a hushed scream. She laughed but continued as I kept trying to back away. She pulled out her fingers, and kissed then licked my pussy very gently. She was just making a show of playing nice for just a moment. She placed herself next to me in the bed, and pulled the hair off my face before kissing me.
Kissing her was unlike kissing anyone else before. Her breasts were touching up against mine, driving me wild with even more desire for her. I didn’t know what I was supposed to really do next, so I just continued to kiss her as her hand stroked my clit. She asked if I wanted to continue. I said yes. She asked if I was open to trying whatever she had in mind. I told her that I was all hers. She smiled, winked, and went in for another kiss. We kissed for what seemed like forever. Her mouth on mine, her tongue playing with mine, her breasts on mine, our thighs and pussies now rubbing … all of it was making me melt into that bed.
“Remember, Baby Girl, you just agreed to anything I have in mind!” Her words scared me but filled me with even more desire for Tina. Where was this going? I looked to my left, I saw Honey on all fours getting fucked by some Latino guy that obviously spent a lot more time working on his chest and arms than his abs. I saw our boy still sitting on the edge of the bed but now he had a blond riding him. The blond was moaning and yelling over to the guy with Honey asking if he was enjoying her pussy. I looked around the bed and saw several half-naked people watching, some masturbating. I was still rather new to this world so all the spectators started to make me feel uncomfortable.
I was mentally counting the number of single dudes in the room masturbating when I heard a grunt. Tina fussed at someone, and then Honey whispered. Tina was yelling at some guy that wanted to join in. Honey came over to me and started kissing my face. Tina did not like intrusive single males trying to join in during parties without consent.
This night though, Tina was too focused to let some dude ruin her good time. She was about to show him who was in charge. She pulled out the double dong from underneath the pillow and said to him, “Unless you want to share some of this with her then I advise you to back up!”
Tina reached into her bag, pulling out two condoms. She put condoms on both ends of the dong then gently commanded, “Baby Girl, will you get in position for me? Honey, why don’t you come here to me.”
I bent over, arched my ass up, and wa
ited. Tina started fingering me to see if I was ready to play her game. She smiled, “Oh, you want this, don’t you?” I did.
Honey’s mouth was full of Tina’s titty as Tina started to tease me with the dong. She rubbed it against my clit. I could feel the texture and lubrication of the condom on the dong. She went on to part my pussy lips with the dong, rubbing the tip of it up and down my vaginal opening but always went back to rub my clit. She put just the head in then pulled out. She did it again. Then she put it in fast, hard and deep. I could feel the bottom rim of the condom and I wondered how much of that dong was in me or how much had the condom rolled up? I was really scared about all of this!
She worked that dong in me slowly but firmly for a few minutes as Honey played with her pussy. I was enjoying what Tina was doing to me but I enjoyed what Honey and her were doing just as much. They started to kiss. Tina’s hand slowed down as she continued to penetrate me with the toy. She pushed it harder and deeper when Honey bit her lip. She told Honey to get into position, too. Honey got on all fours directly opposite of me. Slowly she backed into the other end of the dong as Tina held it firmly for both of us.
Tina held it into place and encouraged us to enjoy ourselves. Honey and I started to let loose on the dong. I felt Tina let go of it. Honey was moaning and really getting into backing into the dong. I was nervous but her moans were forcing me into action. She thrust back. I thrust back. We kept going at it until our butts were touching. Tina kept encouraging us to keep on, then started rubbing my clit. Honey moaned louder and said Tina’s name. I thought how yummy, Tina was rubbing Honey’s clit, too. I let go of the anxiety I was holding on to. I worked the dong faster. I worked it deeper into me. I worked and Honey worked until not only were our butts touching but now our pussies were rubbing, too.
The feeling of the condom on the dong made it seem like a man was in me. The feeling of Honey’s wetness mixing with mine drove me to the edge. I started to moan. Tina went back into her bag of tricks and pulled out some finger cots. She slipped one on each of her index fingers. She got really close to us girls. She started to rub my perineum. I assumed that everything Tina was doing to me, Honey was getting, too. That thought was so intense that I let out a moan and a tiny gush of fluid from my pussy. Tina slowly rubbed my anus with her finger. She was just tickling it all around. Gently. Slowly.
She looked at me, then looked at Honey. I felt cold lube on my ass right before Tina penetrated it with her protected finger. She rubbed my pussy through my ass. She was twirling her finger in there as Honey and I fucked ourselves and one another faster and harder. Tina was finger- fucking our asses. We were about to reach climax when Tina pulled her fingers out. Honey let out a sigh. I asked Tina to not stop as I tried my best to see how much more I could rub my pussy against Honey’s wetness as that dong jammed deeper into me.
Tina wanted to remain in charge of the entire situation. She wasn’t going to let me come until she was ready. Tina rubbed my booty, gesturing for me to pull forward. She took control of the dong again and pulled it out of me. Honey gave her a sweet longing look, but Tina pulled the dong out of her, too. They kissed for a minute then Honey walked off with our friend.
I sat up in the bed and saw the crowd we had attracted. A pair of couples were on the bed near us, naked, masturbating one another as they waited for the show to continue. The scene around us scared me, but all my cunt would let me think about was coming. I focused on Tina, who was not phased by anything that was happening around us. She removed the cots from her fingers. She pulled out a wipe, cleaned her hands quickly, then went right back into her bag of tricks.
I knew it was time to just give in to her, so I got into a supine position on the bed. She got on top of me. She kissed and kissed me. She pulled out chocolate body paint and a brush. She dipped her brush into the chocolate, and my body became her canvas. She painted me with chocolate from breast to breast, then down my belly. She licked up all the chocolate that was on my outer labia. Tina kissed all around my lips without even getting close to any of the chocolate. She was missing it on purpose. She crawled back up towards me. She kissed and kissed me.
In those moments of losing myself in her kisses, I realized that I was indeed bisexual and not just curious. I had forgotten that Tina was a woman. I had forgotten I was woman. I had forgotten that we were in a room full of people watching, masturbating, fucking, and lurking. I had forgotten everything. I was totally into the act, into the pleasure, into the passion that we created together. I did not want to stop enjoying Tina and I especially wanted to please Tina. The fact that we were two women enjoying sex with one another was lost on me as I kissed her back and melted into her feminine beauty.
Tina smiled. I smiled back. She went into her bag of tricks one last time. Tina pulled out a vibrator, placed a condom on it and penetrated me with it. She worked the vibe in and out as she tenderly sucked on my clit. The vibrator was set on low. In and out. Barely in. All the way in. She used it to rub all the walls of my pussy. She then turned the vibrator on high. She penetrated me faster and harder. It vibrated as she penetrated me with it. My legs started to shake and go weak as she sucked harder on my clit. The vibrator in me at full speed, her making sure it was in as deep as it could be and her mouth loving my clit, I felt a rush run from my breasts to my cunt. My toes curled. Tina pulled the vibrator out.
She put her face deep into my pussy. Penetrating me with her tongue over and over as I came on her face. Her tongue penetrating me. My pussy lips around her mouth. It seemed like she wanted to crawl up into me, like she wanted my juices to drip into her pores. I let out a tremendous moan, the dam broke, my cunt gushed out warm wetness. My pussy and body convulsed. I only came like that when I was fully able to be myself sexually.
Tina licked up the juices out of my cunt as I squirmed. She licked up all the wetness around my pussy. She sat up. I sat up. We passionately kissed one last time before she walked out. My desire for women had left me a pleased victim of Tina’s bag of tricks!
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“Fundamentally, I started writing to save my life. Yes, my own life first. I see the same impulse in my students—the queer, the mixed blood, the violated—turning to the written page with a relentless passion, a drive to avenge their own silence, invisibility and erasure as living, innately expressive human beings.”
- Cherríe Moraga
Avery Cassell
Bio
Avery Cassell has been creating written and visual art about sex for over 30 years. He is currently working on a memoir, an illustrated children’s book, and an erotic novella.
Min-Interview
How did you start writing about sex? How does it differ from non-erotic writing? I started writing about sex to amuse myself. Most of my writing includes sexuality or gender. My memoir includes a lot of my sexual history, and my children’s picture book’s focus is on being differently gendered. I tend to write lushly, so even my non-erotic writing contains much in the way of sensuous details.
Do you write in multiple genres and, if so, why? I am working on poetry, erotica, memoir, comics, and children’s picture books. Each medium has a specific set of tools that propels the narrative, so I try to pick the best tool to suit the job. Besides, variety is fun.
Do you write under your own name? Why or why not? Do you have any concerns about publishing erotic work? I write under my own name and have done so since my 20s. I’ve been out for decades as an artist who works with uncomfortable subjects and sexuality. It has placed limitations upon me, but it keeps me honest.
What’s the inside scoop on your story? I really did date my mother’s ex, a composer of Turkish avant-garde music. I have a soft spot for both trains and tough butch dykes, and secretly want to have a liaison on the Orient Express with a dark stranger. Call me if you want to take a train trip!
The Train Trip
Avery Cassell
I ended up traveling from Ohio to New York City with my mother’s ex- boyfriend. We called him the Turk;
he was from Istanbul and composed discordant, meaningful, modern music. She had dumped him for writing bad poetry and leaving it under the windshield wiper of her VW in the Indiana State University student parking lot, and he had driven to my house in Ohio in an effort to understand my mom’s motivations. I couldn’t tell him a lot, but did let him know that he wasn’t alone and that she had dumped plenty of men. I don’t know if that reassured him of his virility, but he decided that he wanted to be my boyfriend instead. He took to lying on my living room floor, listening to the Sex Pistols, and keeping me in cheap wine. I was alright with this, and when he suggested that we take a train trip to New York City, I agreed. He bought tickets, I turned a trick for spending money, copped a handful of Talwin in case I got bored, and we met at the downtown Amtrak station.
Let me be totally clear: I was not nice. I was 24, belligerent, and beautiful in a kind of faggy punk way. I had dropped out of art school and was working in a pornographic bookstore. I spent my days handing out quarters and hooking businessmen up with each other during their lunch hour, drinking take-out white Russians from a styrofoam cup, sealing dirty magazines, and reading Crime and Punishment. I liked to slip on a Dolly Parton wig and pretend I was a man saving up my pennies to get a sex change. It got me an amazing number of drinks in the local gay dive. I would hint demurely that I couldn’t wait to get that big ole thing chopped off, my new friend’s eyes would get enormous, and another drink would slide over the bar’s battered wooden counter. Other times I was a skinny nelly fag with my short red hair slicked to one side and in a suit and vintage tie.
The Turk and I left on a chilly, rainy Wednesday. I had not been on a train in years and was excited. I was dressed jauntily for adventure: a 1940’s olive double-breasted men’s suit, a white Arrow shirt, wide silk tie, and black old lady shoes. I harbored secret fantasies involving the Orient Express, mysterious passengers, and afternoon tea, but was under no illusions about the Turk. I expected tedious monologues about the evils of capitalism, and the ability of modern music to overthrow the dominant political paradigm, but was willing to shove drugs down my throat if he became unbearable.