What is it about lesbians that arouses a man? Is it the idea of female bodies entwined doing things with their hands and tongues? Is it that the only thing better than a sexy woman is two (or more sexy women)?
Are we that simple?
Or is it the possibility of a world that is beyond our gender to comprehend, a naughty little world filled with soft garments and.... well... you know... .
The allure of women's sexuality that we neither understand nor could join. Or can we? And maybe it's that wish, the fantasy wish, that goes to the arrogance of the male ego that makes the fantasy real.
And so began the test.
It was really simple really.
Two women engaged in various forms of sexual naughtiness and my reaction.
"Let us begin." Spoke the older woman near me.
I could not touch, I could not move. My hands and legs had been tied down. I was trapped, captured, immobilized. Powerless. In bonds of satin and silk.
Two women, a blond and a red head dove from the side of the pool and swam towards me. The only sounds the splashing of water as the other women watched. When they to the near side they climbed up.
They had not been wearing swimsuits and the garments they wore now clung tightly to their bodies, a second skin over their breasts.
They smiled and winked at me,
(My faithful friend now scream! "Yes yes, Lesbians, and they want you!")
But of course I couldn't move.
and they began to kiss.
(and the faithful friend, "Here it comes baby!")
ANd I could fell myself throbbing.
("I'm going to pop," said the faithful friend)
And perhaps so could the older woman who put her hand around me. "Quick,"She said, "We got a gusher!"
("Whheeeeee ha ha ha !" laughed the faithful friend! "It's a ripper!")
That's when they brought out the machine. A giant whirling mass of gears and wheels that moved and hissed and growled like some technical monster. They wheeled it out on a cart, and removed the large plastic vacuum hose and, without any ceremony or appreciation or the slightest respect, put it on my faithful friend.
I thought the suction would kill me.
THe woman released her hand as the nozzle came down.
("WHeee!!!! Cried the friend, now not caring on where the seed was sown).
Why are the young so anxious, so impatient, so restless? Because they are dams of sexual energy, stored up floods waiting for an opportunity to burst.
And the vacuum took it all.
ANd it wouldn't let me go.
My eyes, dazed, looked at the woman now fondling their bosoms.
"Hey, Nice melons, can I squeeze them for freshness"
WHACK!
I felt the whip come down."Bitch! That hurt."
Whack. "Respect!"
And the women began to fondle each other.
"Hey, let me feel if those are real or not."
WHack! "Respect the bosom."
"Let me put the other one in my mouth, double the fun."
WHACK! "You don't understand the complexities of the breast."
I could hear the vacuum machine begin it's whirling and grinding and hissing, just as I knew the faithful friend was screaming, "Round Two baby!"
And Round Two led to Round three.
By this time the girls had begum to move down, the clothes were off.
Like the first two rounds, the third was quick.
"Hey how about un-tieing me and I can help out."
Whack- "Men are unnecessary."
"Smells good to me."
Whack, "The clitoris is the gateway to pleasure, not a hamburger."
"I like fish"
Whack, "The vagina is a flower not a fish."
"YOu know I hear that the alphabet pattern is best."
WHACK!!! "Cunnilingus is an art."
"If you get tired of fish you could try a piece of my sausage."
WHACK. "The vagina is superior to the penis"
The machine whirling, the vacuum sucking ("Wheee!!!! THis is fun!") CHUG CHUG CHUG hissed the machine.
I could see my sperms going through a long tube and into a long cylinder. The older woman would dip a long rounded syringe like device and withdraw a sample of my sperm. Through my dazed eyes (now having shot three loads in less than 15 minutes) I saw her approach one of the girls on a lounge chair nearby and put the syringe between the girls legs.
"YOu know I could do that without the machinery."
Whack, "Men are not necessary when technology is more efficient.
As if on cue, the two lesbians performing before me turned on their instruments.
Rounds 4,5,6, and 7 were also quick.
"How about a little horizontal bop."
Whack. I was losing consciousness of what was being said to me. Hell I wasn't sure if I was even speaking intelligbly.
"How about we try different positions for added pleasure?"
Whack- "Your efforts are neither necessary nor humorous."
"I can make mine vibrate too."
Whack- "Intercourse is violence."
"No danger of electric shock?"
Whack, "Men are the danger."
"I don't need batteries."
Whack. "We don't need you."
Whack
WHack
Whack
I couldn't help it. Just as my faithful friend had finally betrayed me, neither could my tongue resist trying to convince these girls that I could be a more active participant.
Each suggestion was punished. Clearly they didn't care.
By the end of the night I had lost count of how many times I had orgasmed, how much seed they had taken from me, how many times I had been hit, how many red welts were on my body. There just wasn't any juice left. Sore and abused, I soon became unconscious.
I don't know how long I slept, but they woke me with a splash of water. They fed me through a tube something like babyfood, and then they cleaned me up.
Then two new girls came out, and began kissing.
"No more," I moaned.
But my faithful friend bounced back to attention.
ANd I heard the whirling and coughing and spasming of the vacuum machine as they wheeled it again. ANd while my mind recoiled at the theft of my seed, my body could not resist the spectacle of lesbians.
"Hey how about this time we try it with a guy?" I said.
Whack- "men are not necessary."
"Why?" I pleaded, "Why are you doing this?"
"Procreation"
