"Jennifer, this is Kimberly. Can you come over to my apartment this evening?" Kimberly said into the phone.
"Of course. What's happened?" Jennifer said. "Two other women have called, one right after another. They were both raped on the same day. They'll both be at my place tonight." Jennifer was astonished, then she said, "I'll be there."
"Okay, I'll see you at eight," Kimberly said, then hung up.
Jennifer sat by the phone, still shaken, after she had finished talking to Kimberly. Ever since the Satan's Mothers had taped her she felt like a stranger in her own body. Her body felt alien to her. She couldn't stand to look at herself, especially when her body was uncovered.
Jennifer got up and went into her bedroom and opened a dresser drawer and removed a cigar box. She opened it and removed a tinfoil packet and unwrapped it. She sprinkled some of the brownish-green contents into a small piece of thin paper and rolled it into a cigarette, then lit it and took a deep drag of the joint.
As she relaxed, Jennifer began to wonder if she would ever be able to look at her pussy again without feeling sick.
Jennifer wondered about the other women she was going to be meeting with tonight. Did they feel the same way? As she thought about it, Jennifer's hand dropped onto her belly, and, as she continued to savor the effects of the grass, her fingers slid down past her navel and onto her pelvis. She fell asleep that way. In the drug-induced dream that followed, she imagined her cunt appearing from nowhere, disembodied, an entity unto itself. It was huge and hairy, slobbering, moist lips quivering. It grabbed her hand with a sucking motion and swallowed her whole arm, its drooling lips pulsing near her face.
Jennifer awoke with a start to discover that her hand had found its way between her legs and that her thighs had closed around it, shoving her palm against her hot, straining pussy. She withdrew her hand frantically, running into the bathroom to wash her hands. Looking at herself in the mirror, Jennifer regarded her chalky, terrified face, and promised herself, "I've got to tell them about this. It's my only chance."
"I'm glad you're all here on time," Kimberly said, "because we've got a lot to talk about tonight."
"How we gonna do this?" Kitty said. "We gonna take turns and tell how we was messed with. 'Cause if that's what you got in mind, I'm leaving."
"Then why are you here?" Gilda said, feeling wary.
"I'm here for action. I don't wanna talk about what happened, I wanna do something about it," Kitty said militantly.
"I share your determination, Kitty," Kimberly said. "However, we've got to remember that there are four individuals here, and we may have different needs. Especially at first."
"Yes, yes," Gilda said in a rush. "I just don't know what to do with myself since it happened. I'm afraid to go back to work. I'm afraid to even go out of my apartment. I'm frightened of men, and I'm frightened of myself."
"Why?" Kimberly said.
"I don't know, maybe this will sound silly, but… I can't go to sleep at night wondering if maybe I did something to encourage him to do that to me. Maybe he thought I wanted it. Maybe it wasn't his fault at all, but mine."
"Shit!" Kitty suddenly exclaimed. "What I got to say to you, sweetie, is this: Who was it that got into your cunt?"
"A man."
"And who was it that got up into all of our cunts?"
"Men."
"And you ever heard tell of any woman raping a man?" Kitty pressed Gilda.
"No."
"Then I don't have to say no more," Kitty concluded matter-of-factly.
At this point Kimberly noticed that Jennifer was sitting silently with a troubled expression on her face. "What's wrong, Jennifer, you're so quiet, you're not saying anything?"
"Oh… I… I was just listening to what you all had to say," Jennifer said uncertainly.
"No, I think it's something more than that," Kimberly said. "You look troubled. You've got to tell us what's bothering you or we aren't going to be able to help you."
"I just can't help it, I…" Jennifer said, beginning to sob, holding her head in her hands.
"What is it, Jennifer?" Kimberly said. "Tell us. If you can't trust us, who can you trust?"
Jennifer lifted her head, trying to compose herself. Then she slowly looked around the room, exploring the face of each of the other women. Kimberly was right, she decided, if she didn't put her trust in them then she would be totally alone, certain to become a chronic nervous wreck.
"It's my pussy," Jennifer blurted out. "I can't stand to touch it, I can't stand to look at it!"
"Why?" Kitty asked.
Jennifer looked shame-faced and bewildered. "I know why," Gilda said. "You think that what's between your legs is dirty, maybe evil. You can't stop thinking that maybe being raped had something to do with you, that maybe you deserved it."
"You're right," Jennifer said.
"Man, that's dumb," Kitty interjected. "But it's not, don't you see," Jennifer said, becoming more animated with Gilda on her side. "I had this job where I was dancing with no clothes on, turning these guys on every night. When I was up there dancing I actually enjoyed it. The audience made me sick, but I was turned on by my body. Lots of times when I was finished I'd go back to the dressing room and my pussy would be sopping wet I'd gotten so excited."
"Look, I can understand that, but that don't give you no call to blame yourself," Kitty said. "In case you're all wondering just what it is that I do, well, I'm a hooker. In other words, I fuck for a living, and that makes what you did, Jennifer, look like a Sunday School picnic. Now, believe me, Mama didn't raise no, what you call 'em, masochists for daughters. Nobody could fuck for a living who didn't like it."
The other three women were shocked into silence by Kitty's revelation.
"I don't know why you're surprised. How you think a black woman gonna get enough bread together to get out if she wants to split the ghetto – go into part-time brain surgery?" Kitty said sardonically.
"But… being a hooker…" Gilda said with distaste.
"Look, kiddo, their faces are all alike to me – they're just great big blobs. And sometimes when I'm laying there on my back while a dude sticks his prick in me, or laps my pussy, or I'm sucking on a cock, I think about some program I saw on television last night. But then other times, when I'm in the mood, I get it on – not with whoever's fucking me, but just with the idea of coming. Then I let it all hang out. Doesn't have nothing to do with the men, has to do with myself as a woman. That's a lot of jive they've been feeding us for years, that fucking is mainly for men. Bullshit, fuckin' is just as much a woman's bag, maybe more. A man shoots his wad and he's done for. Shit, I've come so many times that I've lost count. Where's the man who can match that?"
"Well, that's certainly true," Kimberly said.
"I'd like to think she's right," Jennifer said, "that what I was doing while I was up there dancing was just the natural thing for a woman to do under the circumstances. But, in the meantime, I still feel funny… I mean about my pussy. Right now I can feel it between my legs as though it didn't belong there."
"There's only one thing to do," Kimberly said. "You've got to face this problem head on. We've got to help you get over this before we go on to anything else. Do the rest of you agree?"
"Right on," Kitty said, while Gilda nodded her head silently.
"What do you think I should do?" Jennifer said timidly.
"You've got to get it out into the open," Kimberly said.
"But we're already talking about it," Jennifer said.
"No, I mean literally," Kimberly said. "You've got to deal with your pussy as a thing, as the part of your body that it actually is, instead of a neurotic abstraction."
"I'm not sure what all them big words she's using mean," Kitty said to Jennifer, "but I catch her meaning, and she's right. You got to show yourself and us that your cunt's nothin' to be afraid of."
"What in the world do you want me to do?" Jennifer asked incredulously.
"The same thing you did every night until you quit your job," Kimberly said. "Take off your clothes and don't be afraid to show it."
Jennifer sat and looked around the room. For some reason her gaze stopped at Gilda, perhaps because she seemed the most innocent and proper of the group. Jennifer silently beseeched Gilda for advice as to what she should do. When Gilda nodded her head, Jennifer decided to stand up and go through with it.
Jennifer's jeans dropped to the floor so that she was standing in the middle of the room in a blouse and her panties. She started to hook her thumbs under the elastic of her panties to remove them but froze. "Help me," she murmured.
Gilda got up and walked over to her, gently placing her hands on her hips and sliding the panties down her legs to the ankles where Jennifer stepped out of them.
Gilda looked at the thatch of blonde hair between Jennifer's legs. It occurred to her that except for her own she had never looked closely at another woman's cunt, and she was suddenly overwhelmed with curiosity.
"Do you want me to help you?" Gilda said softly to Jennifer.
"Please," Jennifer replied.
"Sit down on the edge of the couch," Gilda said.
Jennifer did as Gilda suggested, trembling with anxiety.
While Kimberly and Kitty looked on, Gilda gently pulled Jennifer's knees apart and then tenderly ran her hand along her inner thigh, slowly approaching her cunt.
As Gilda's soft fingers touched her pussy for the first time, Jennifer could feel an electric sensation pulse through her pussy. Gilda pulled back her hand and rubbed her fingers against her palm. "Oh, my," she said in a whisper, "they're wet."
Gilda's hand returned to Jennifer's moistening pussy, this time her fingers traced the outline of the slick lips, following their trail all the way to the bottom of Jennifer's steaming cunt and through the strands of wispy hair to her puckering asshole.
Gilda repeated this caressing route several times, on the last couple of times she fingered Jennifer's moist, pink clitoris.
It was when Gilda used her fingers to stretch the slick lips of Jennifer's pussy apart, exposing the glistening pink interior of her cunt, that Kimberly jumped up and said, "I'll get a mirror so she can see herself and see there's nothing to be afraid of."
Kimberly left the room and came back with a hand mirror which she placed between Jennifer's quivering thighs so Jennifer could have a full view of her cunt as Gilda's fingers caressed every part of it.
"Look," Kimberly instructed. "It's beautiful. You have a beautiful pussy. There's nothing down there to hurt or frighten you, or to be ashamed of."
Jennifer looked at the reflection in the mirror, saw the damp, pink folds of her cunt as they were tenderly manipulated by Gilda's hand. Her cunt looked soft and succulent, something to be savored, a morsel of sticky, moist sweetness. As Jennifer looked at her pussy, she abruptly felt the urge to touch it and stroke it. She plunged her hand between her legs, entwining her fingers with Gilda's. Together they began to rub vigorously, and Jennifer felt her creamy pussy discharge.
As she looked at her cunt being thoroughly rubbed and caressed, Jennifer suddenly felt as one with the group. She was sure now that they did understand and that they could help her.
"Please," she pleaded to them. "All of you. Touch it. Touch my pussy. Rub your fingers over it."
Still holding the mirror, Kimberly plunged her free hand between Jennifer's open thighs to join the others. In a moment, the reflection in the mirror revealed to Jennifer the addition of a fourth hand, Kitty's black fingers. The fingers swarmed over her pussy.
The mirror revealed black fingers spreading the lips of Jennifer's cunt and folding them back, exposing delicious pink folds leading to a warm canal of glistening flesh. Other fingers plunged into the opening as they whipped her clitoris into a state of erection.
Jennifer knew from the excruciatingly pleasurable constriction in her cunt that she was ready to come. Her gaze was fixed on the mirror's image of her pussy as she came explosively.
The walls of Jennifer's cunt began to swell with blood even more than they had before, transforming the inner pink into ripe scarlet. Jennifer came, experiencing one, two, three, four orgasms. In the throes of orgasmic delirium, Jennifer closed her legs, trying to seal in the thrilling joy she felt, wanting it never to stop. As her thighs crushed together, the fingers, stroking and manipulating her to prolonged ecstasy, were caught in the nest of her pussy, swamped in drooling sexual release as Jennifer began to scream.
"Yes, scream, Jennifer, let it all hang out," Kimberly said. On impulse she wrested her fingers free from the frothing, clutching cunt and placed them on Jennifer's mouth. Jennifer licked them, tasting the sweet scent of her own beautiful, creaming pussy. Quickly, the others followed suit, and immediately Jennifer's face was glistening with cuntjuice.