"I need to know that Kim accepts us coming back for a return visit," Jake said. "She has to give the Ok, knowing that we would probably use her and humiliate her, just like last time."
Joanna thought this sounded reasonable, but was going to be pissed if it didn't work out. She had not bathed in 4 days, as Jake had wanted her crotch and armpits to stink. She didn't like the sticky way her skin felt from not bathing, and so had been washing herself with a washcloth, being sure not to clean her armpits, asshole area, or crotch. She had been wearing the same panties the whole time and was confident that if a stinky cunt was needed, hers fit the bill and then some.
Jake hung up the pay phone and jumped back in the car.
"We're good to go!"
"What did you say to her?"
"I just the told her that me and Joanna were in the neighborhood and asked if it would be all right if we stopped by to use her bed again."
"And she said 'Yes'?"
"Well, she didn't sound enthusiastic, exactly, but she said we could."
Kim answered her apartment door wearing an old but comfortable-looking flowered house dress. She was barefoot, as usual.
"Come in," she said in a manner that was not particularly friendly.
"You can use my bed to fuck, but that's all. No funny business, Jake, and I mean it."
Jake surprised Joanna by slapping Kim across the face.
"Don't you talk to me like that, you goddamn bitch!"
The slap wasn't very hard, but it stung. Kim held her hand to the side of her face. Tears filled her eyes.
"Goddamn, Jake, take it easy. Don't hurt me."
"Don't make me hurt you. You don't give me orders, you understand?"
"Yes, Jake."
"All right then. Let's just settle down here. You have guests, girl. Why don't you make us some coffee?"
Kim obediently went into the kitchen and put water on the stove.
Jake led Joanna into the living room and they sat down on the leather sofa. Jake began removing the items from the top of the oak coffee table in front of the sofa. A few minutes later, Kim entered with a tray containing three steaming cups.
"Why did you clear off the table?"
"Take that coffee back to the kitchen. We'll have it later. And if you're wearing panties under that dress, take them off before you come back."
"Jake..."
"Take the coffee back, I said."
Kim turned and walked back into the kitchen. In a few seconds she returned.
"I cleared off the table because I want you to sit on it, in front of us here, so we can look at you."
"Jake..."
"Goddamn it, quit arguing with me. Now sit down on the goddamn table!"
Kim sat on the table top, cross-legged.
"Thank you. Now hike up that dress so we can see your cunt."
"What?"
"You heard me. I want Joanna to see what a slut you are. Now do it."
Kim looked around the room quickly, as if she was going to see something that would change the situation. She looked back at Jake, who was beginning to look angry.
"I don't like waiting, Kim."
Kim hung her head, and her hands reached down and grabbed the material at the bottom of her dress and she pulled it up. She lifted herself to slide the dress under her and up to her waist. She had no panties on.
"Good. Now lean back on your elbows, lift your legs up in the air, and spread them as far as you can, to give us a good view."
Kim did it, keeping her eyes tightly closed, obviously embarrassed to be exposing the most private part of her anatomy in this way. Not just showing it, but holding her outstretched legs far apart and obscenely displaying it right in front of two people.
"Open your eyes," Jake said.
"Look at us when we look at you. In fact, look at Joanna."
Joanna could feel the other woman's humiliation, and it excited her. He leaned forward to give a close-up examination of the wide open cunt before them, and Joanna leaned close, too.
"Now," he began, "Kim, as you can see, has a very prominent clitoris."
As he spoke, he reached out and took the growing bud in his fingers, and held it as he talked.
"It's quite enormous, in fact, when she has a hard-on."
The clitoris was quickly becoming erect, growing up and out of its sheath, and it resembled a small penis. Joanne had seen it on their first visit, but not this close, and was amazed at the length and thickness of it.
"This is what happens," Jake went on. "It turns out that both men and women have in their bodies both sex hormones. Men have a little estrogen, and women have a little testosterone. It's true. But everybody's glands aren't always in perfect balance. Sometimes men have more estrogen than they should flowing through them, and it makes them effeminate. Some women have more testosterone than they need, and if they do, they tend to have a bit more body and facial hair, they tend to act a little more aggressive, and they tend to have big honker clits like this one."
Joanna thought to herself, this bitch acts aggressive? It sure doesn't look like it from here. She didn't say anything.
"But there's something else interesting about Kim's cunt. It's a squirter. She's got a big g-spot just a little ways up her cunt. You can reach it easily with your fingers. She can have some whopper orgasms just from jacking off her little cock here, but to get the real gushers, you got to hit the g-spot, or hit that and the clit both. Should we show her, Kim?"
Just a few seconds of manipulation of her clitoris had changed Kim's whole outlook. She appeared to no longer care if it was humiliating to be exposing herself so fully. She was breathing hard and her voice seemed far away.
"If you want to."
"Joanna, do you want to watch Kim's torrential twat in action?"
"Sure." "Ok, I got to go get something. Here."
He took Joanna's hand and raised it to Kim's splayed-open cunt.
"Hold this little guy till I get back." Joanne took the engorged clitoris in her fingers and held it firmly as Jake got up and walked into the kitchen. Kim looked at Joanna, then down at her fingers holding her clit, then back and Joanna and then threw her head back and moaned loudly as she orgasmed. Some cunt juice squirted out, and her bucking hips dislodged the clitoris from Joanna's grip.
"You're supposed to wait for me!" Jake came back into the room carrying a large and heavy glass bowl.
"Here, put your legs down."
He had Kim stand up and he pulled the dress up over her head and tossed it aside. He guided her down onto her knees on the floor next to the table, bent forward at the waist so that her chest and shoulders rested on the table. He pulled her legs apart so that her cunt was only a foot or so off the floor. He placed the glass bowl on the floor between her legs, directly under her cunt.
He said in a gentle voice, "Kim, you know what this bowl is for, don't you?"
Kim nodded.
"You want me to come in it."
"That's right. And I think we can kill two birds with one stone here. I'm going fuck Joanna on your bed in a little while, but there's one small problem. It seems that she's forgotten to wash her cunt lately, and, well, to tell you the truth, I just can't put my dick in something that stinks that much. So Joanna's going to take off her pants and panties now, and sit down right here on the table in front of you with her legs open. If you wouldn't mind, I 'd appreciate it if you'd lick the stink out of her cunt. Just suck up that stinky paste and swallow it. I know you don't have much experience eating cunt, so I'll tell you that while you're licking it, more paste will be flowing out, so you'll have to swallow fairly often, otherwise it's going to run down your chin and drip on the table. We don't want a stinky table, do we?"
Kim weakly shook her head to indicate "No."
Joanna needed no prompting. She had been anticipating this moment for some time. She stood in front of Kim and slowly took off her jeans and then peeled down her panties. She sat on the table and swung one leg over so that her legs were wide open, and then slid down until her smelly crotch was right in Kim's face. She reached down and carefully took the other woman's eyeglasses off her face and put them aside, then took Kim's face in her hands and slowly began rubbing her pasty cunt lips against it, smearing her stinky juice all over Kim's face.
Jake positioned himself at Kim's side. He reached under her belly and began milking her clitoris. As soon as he did, Kim began licking and sucking on Joanna's stinky cunt lips. She lapped at the filthy cunt greedily, and if she minded the very strong taste, she didn't show it. Jake first brought Kim to a clitoral orgasm similar to the one she had already had, which produced a small squirt of liquid. Then he plunged two fingers into her cunt and began wiggling them back and forth. In a matter of seconds this produced a major gushing of watery liquid from Kim's cunt into the bowl. While he prompted one orgasm after another from the woman on her hands and knees, he continued his discussion of Kim's cunt.
"Yes, cunts like this one can squirt out a lot of liquid, and it's not an unusual cunt. Go to the library sometime, and read the famous Masters and Johnson's report, the chapter on female ejaculations. Several cups of this come can often be extracted. It looks a little like piss, but it's not piss. It has been mistaken for piss, though. I heard about one couple who were going to get married but the woman called it off after accusing the guy of pissing in her cunt during lovemaking. What an idiot. As if I guy could piss while fucking. It's almost impossible to piss through a hard-on, much less when the dick is being stimulated. The valve to the urinary tract shuts down tighter than a drum, so that the urethra is clear for the flow of semen. All that really happened is that his dick was hitting her g-spot and she gushed out all this thin liquid. She thought it was him, pissing in her. What a dipshit."
No one was particularly listing to Jake's monologue, he knew, but it provided a distraction. Sometimes direct stimulation does not achieve a climax, he understood, because a person is thinking about having an orgasm. Thinking can get in the way. If one's attention is diverted from the idea of coming, it can happen more easily. Kim didn't seem to be needing any psychological assistance, though. She was squirting heavily and regularly into the bowl.
