Heather Brown: The rape girls

"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.