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(Anonymous) 2013-08-01 02:27 am (UTC)(link)“Been with a…I have been in the same room as women, yeah…”, maybe it was just the dizziness that still persisted, but he doesn’t understand what she is getting at. He hopes for mercy. A chorus of laughter rings out and he thinks he got it.
“That’s a no. Isn’t it sweet? I think we should show him the ropes ladies!”, some of the women slink back, displeased. Most however cheered as their leader gave the boy his role in their society. “So,”, she begun, turning back to Jake. “You’ve never seen what us ladies have down here?”, she rubs her groin firmly and his eyes can be nowhere else. “Not even in pictures?”
One day Butch had a magazine with pictures of women. Him and his gang were crowded around them. Jake peeked briefly, before blushing and hurrying away. Still, none of the women showed what exactly was down there. In fact, the women here were dressed in much the same way, some even less clothed.
“No”, Jake says mindlessly, still watching the Matriarch rub herself. She rests a foot in a hole in the wall above his head, giving him a prime view from his place on the ground. The tension continues to build in his groin, and soon his hand goes down there as well.
Instantly, the Matriarch’s heel is rammed into his gut. He twists in pain for a moment, lost to world yet again. When he returns, the Matriarch is sitting on her haunches right above him, looking down at him. More women have moved in, some holding down his limbs. “You’re not allowed to touch yourself. You are not allowed to do anything until I give the word. You are my sex toy now”, she tells him a firm voice. In a swift movement, she tears the cloth off of her firm hips and presses her crotch into his face. “Now, lick”, he demands. He can hardly see around her hairs, and a strong smell enters his nose. It’s wet, he notices. Curiosity demands that his fingers explore the new region, but remembering the Matriarch’s demand, he instead uses his tongue. His eyes drift closed to build a better mental picture, but the howls of the women around him remain.
Her lips are already parted due to her pose, and his tongue explores the inside of the canyon. The clitoris, his tongue flows around it, feeling it thoroughly. Above him, the Matriarch pants and grunts encouraging words. He shifts lower, and finds the hole. He’s never seen the act, but he knows it, and he knows he wants to enter that hole. He returns to the clit in a single, long lick, happy to hear the Matriarch is pleased. Everything is about pleasing her. If he pleases her, maybe she’ll let his dad go. Maybe she’ll let him be inside her like he knows he wants to be. She continues to pant happily, growling if he starts to move his tongue in less pleasing ways. Her hand goes to his head, guiding him as well.
Her second hand touches his own groin, and heat rushes through him. He wants nothing more than for her to continue, but her hands leaves and she stands. He is still dizzy, but he doubts it is still from the blow to his head.