Chapter 25: As Evelyn cued up ‘I Kissed a Girl’,...

As Evelyn cued up ‘I Kissed a Girl’, Cunt Lips Moreau could tell that the new girl, Celeste Devereaux, was nervous. Which was fine, but it made stripping a little awkward. She said, “Wardrobe change.”

They took off the fedoras and tops and panties, and pulled on butt-length white cotton robes. CL smiled at the new girl, “Follow my lead; when I untie it, you untie it.”

“Got it.”

“When I lose the robe...”

“Got it.”

Evelyn lowered the music for a moment, “Okay, boys, we got us a brand-new girl tonight. Never danced on a stage in her life. And, believe it or not, she’s a grandmother. Give it up for Mrs. Celeste Devereaux!”

CL had warned her about the bright lights and the wall of noise that would hit them. It was the last set of the night, and the crowd was feeling no pain.

As they danced around the perimeter of the stage, Celeste fell a half beat behind a couple of times, but CL was so smooth no one else would have noticed.

Celeste was relieved when they opened their robes — now no one would be paying any attention to the dance moves. She felt a jolt of excitement as the cheers intensified. When they tossed the robes, excitement took an erotic turn — Celeste found she loved being naked, loved her newly-waxed pussy, loved being stared at. Later, when she analyzed it, she realized that part of the thrill came from being naked in front of so many people, not just one or two boys like when she was a schoolgirl.

CL took her in her arms, drew her close, slid her tongue into Celeste’s mouth. Celeste thought: I’m home.

CL could hear the woman’s raspy breath, could feel her aroused nipples. She ran her hand down Celeste’s body to the juncture of her thighs. Celeste moaned.

Evelyn sensed the temperature of the stage, and turned the music down to a barely audible murmur. She doused all the ambient lights and focused a single spot on the two women. The set was over before ‘I Kissed a Girl’ had even finished.

It was one of those electric moments — pure sex. No costumes, no dancing, just two women who found themselves suddenly in heat. CL had been there before; she maintained a vague sense of the men edging closer to the stage, the heat from the spotlight.

Celeste was past all of that — she was now raw emotion, hunger, need. She was lying on her back, making no effort to reciprocate as CL caressed her clit with knowing fingers.

Celeste orgasmed as easily, as smoothly, as she ever had in her life. When CL’s tongue joined her fingers, Celeste surrendered the last vestige of willpower she had.

She lay there like a puddle, hearing only a sound like wind rushing through her brain. Celeste was, for almost two full minutes, pure pussy.

Kate didn’t post the Dirty Dozen party clips because of the boys’ ages. But she did forward the edited video to Eulalie. The girl was pleased by Kate’s initiative and complimented her, “You have your Dirty Dozen trained almost as well as the Elite Eight.”

“I’m going to push ‘em a little further at the next party.”

“Keep me in the loop, Kate.”

She waited a couple of months to schedule the second party, then told the Dirty Dozen, “Thursday night, another hundred-dollar bill for the boys.”

During those two months, the girls became even more relaxed on that Saturday morning stage. More flirty. And, as instructed, they necked with their boys at home. Kate didn’t question them about it, but each of them knew she was expected to follow instructions.

This time at Contrary Mary’s, Kate didn’t have anyone arrive early; there was no need. She herself didn’t bother to show up until the room was packed. Everyone simply undressed as soon as they entered the private party room. Each of the girls had sucked at least one cock in front of the others; Melanie Couture had done her own son. It wouldn’t have occurred to any of the women and boys not to strip naked.

Ray-Ray was right there, filming the august proceedings.

The girls were surprised to see twelve chairs lined up in a row in the middle of the room. But they didn’t hesitate when Kate said, “Sit down, ladies.”

She led Charlie Fontaine over to Mary Rousseau and put his erection in her mouth. Most of the Dirty Dozen immediately grasped the situation and started giggling even before Kate said, “Start here, Charlie, and move on down the line. Every five seconds or so.”

Charlie beamed as girl after girl smiled at him, bent down, and gave it a quick suck. When he got to his mother, Sylvia Fontaine didn’t hesitate — she just ran her tongue around the crown, took him in, and then patted his butt, sending him on.

Kate had purposely started the festivities before a single drink was poured. She watched happily as Charlie finished and Barry Rousseau replaced him at the head of the line.

The new waitress, Darlene stared in wonder as the Dirty Dozen, giggling and nudging each other, catcalling back and forth, took turns sucking cock after cock. There hadn’t been even a hint of hesitation — Kate told them what to do and they did it.

It hadn’t taken even five minutes. Darlene started circulating with the margaritas and Kate toasted her girls, “Ladies, I’m so fucking proud of you. You put the dirty in the Dirty Dozen. Each of you sluts just sucked on 12 cocks without blinking.” Kate didn’t bother pointing out that each of them had sucked her son in the process.

They laughed and cheered and toasted each other.

Kate said, “Stay seated ladies, it’s treat-time for the boys.” She pointed at the grinning lads, “Now, think before you decide. You’re going to go one boy at a time again, but only to one of the ladies. This time, you get to choose whose mouth you’re going to cum in.”

The women realized the implication immediately, seconds before the boys did. A couple of mild gasps, but no one was all that shocked, They’d just had 12 cocks in their mouth, and one of them had been a certain close relative.

Once he grasped the concept, Charlie Fontaine went directly to his mother as the room erupted in cheers. Kate hadn’t given the boys any instructions, but was pretty sure they’d do what she wanted.

Ray-Ray moved closer as Sylvia Fontaine shrugged, smiled a little ruefully, and bent down.

One by one, each mother did her bit with varying degrees of enthusiasm. Once Charlie Fontaine had made his move, each of the ladies realized exactly what was in store for her. The boys, so excited, were finished in under 20 minutes total. Even going one at a time, it had to have set some sort of land-speed record.

The rest of the evening was un-orchestrated, freeform. Drinks flowed, food was consumed, The Dirty Dozen soon had gotten over any personal qualms about sucking off their boys. These ladies were friends, equals, everyone had participated in the same level of ... naughtiness? Debauchery? No, not that. In retrospect they would come to view that intimate blowjob as merely a bawdy bit of fun, a lark. After all, everyone did it.

And, Melanie Couture had sucked her Mikey off a couple of months earlier and no one — not one single woman — had criticized her. So ... every one of the Dirty Dozen had now done it. It was, in a way, a rite of passage. Almost like fulfilling a pledge. The right and fair thing to do.

Yes, each of them was also aware of the forbidden aspect, of the ancient taboo. But, they told themselves, they were professional entertainers. A couple of girls were a little embarrassed, but no one, not one mother was ashamed.

However, as Kate later told Eulalie, “Another threshold crossed.”

“Of course. You and I realize the significance even if those girls don’t. What are you having them do now?”

“Home BJs, whenever daddy isn’t around, whenever they can sneak one in.”

“Any resistance?”

“What do you think, Eulalie?”

The Dirty Dozen ladies were adaptable, pliable, and, by now, conditioned to follow instructions. Claire Chastain and Melanie Couture compared notes a couple of weeks after the party. The conversation was as casual as compiling a grocery list.

Claire mused, “When Clark turns on a sports game — baseball, football, whatever, Robby and I just head back to his room. Penny stands guard in case her dad heads our way.”

“Does she watch, Penny?”

Claire shrugged, “Yeah, usually. I mean it’s all so new to her — she isn’t even jacking boys off yet.”

Melanie, “Do you undress? I do ... Mickey usually cums faster.”

“Same with me; I usually just wear a tee or a robe, saves time.”

Completely offhand tone, “Do you let him touch you? Mikey likes that.”

Claire chuckled, “Robby’s a little shy; I had to take his hand, slide his finger in, show him about my clit.” She paused, thinking back, “He’s gotten a little better, got me off last night. Just a small climax, but a start.”

Melanie winked at her friend, “If we got time, I have Mikey get me off first thing.”

“Huh. Before you give him a BJ, that’s interesting. I need to try that.”

“Next time when Roy’s at work, I’m thinking about pussy licking. Mikey does whatever I tell him these days. He’s been real good ever since that first time I sucked him off.”

“Hmm ... licking my pussy. I’d like that, Melanie, but Robby’s not there yet. Finger-fucking me is still a big deal to him.”

The two women were so matter-of-fact they could have been discussing a science project at school. Similar conversations were being held throughout the Dirty Dozen households.

Kate put the word out to the Dirty Dozen — Thursday night, Contrary Mary’s.

As they came into the private party room, their attention went immediately to the twin bed in the middle of the space. A blindingly white sheet, taut hospital corners, was stretched over the mattress. No blankets, no pillows.

The ladies exchanged glances, then shrugged. No telling what Kate had in mind; she was always introducing something new, always nudging them to be more daring.

Kate didn’t make a speech, there weren’t any announcements. The food and drink flowed, the noise level increased. Kate was pleased to see that her girls didn’t cluster around each other — they circulated among the boys, patting a butt, squeezing a boner, whispering something naughty. Kate felt that it was an appropriate display of group solidarity — the boys were part of the team. Like the sons of the Elite Eight, these twelve boys were the added spice that made those Saturday morning shows so special.

As the evening went on, as inhibitions loosened, more and more glances were cast at the bed. It was almost like a stranger had been invited to the party, or a surprise guest of honor.

Around 9, Kate tapped her glass to gain the room’s attention. Ray-Ray picked up his cell to begin filming Kate smiled at the new waitress, “Darlene, pick a boy.”

Smiling broadly, she looked around and her eyes settled on Bobby Chastain. She took his hand, led him over to the bed, and lay him down on his back. Darlene giggled at the sight — his cock was pointing up at the ceiling, throbbing wildly.

Everyone turned to Kate. She patted Claire Chastain on the butt, “Get him off, dear.” Cheers from the crowd. As Claire strolled over to her son, a wide smile on her face, Kate said, “No hands, no mouth.”

The crowd approval grew even louder. Claire frowned in confusion, hesitated for several moments, then straddled Bobby, and bent down toward him. She lay her chest on his pelvic area, but since she couldn’t use her hands, she had trouble capturing his erection between her breasts.

Rubbing her tummy along his cock without any lubricant wasn’t working. She glanced back at Kate for a long moment. Then, still straddling Bobby, she scooted up until his cock was flat on his tummy, pressed down by her pussy.

Now she had a good five inches or so to work with. She leaned back on her hands and raised her hips slightly, so that her only physical contact with him was through her now-wet pussy.

Bobby lasted maybe two minutes. Claire didn’t have to be told; she licked up every drop of cum and began kissing his eager mouth.

Claire slipped lithely out of bed and did a mock bow to the cheering crowd.

Kate said, “Ladies, when you’re at home, I want your boys pussy-cumming just like Robby.”

“Sure.” Of course.” No problem.”

A few women’s hesitant nods were less than enthusiastic. Kate would keep an eye on them.

She said, “And boys?”

Twelve sets of eyes turned to her. “Start licking pussy. Practice it. Listen to what your mama tells you. Keep doing it until you can make them cum. Really cum, no faking it, ladies.”

“Yes ma’am.” “Yes ma’am.”

Cunt Lips Moreau eased her fingers slowly out of Celeste’s pussy. She was murmuring softly, “There, there.”

In a few seconds, everything swam back into focus for Celeste. Miss Kitty’s. The audience. The stage. The floor. The sex.

CL helped her to her feet. The crowd, several women as well as the men, were still on their feet, cheering, stomping, whistling. CL held up Celeste’s hand, “Take a bow.”

Back in the dressing room, Kate waited until Celeste came out of the shower. Gave her a hug, “Are you totally wiped?”

“No, actually I’m kinda refreshed. That shower...”

“Good girl.” She held Celeste by the shoulders, beaming, “Don’t bother getting dressed, hon, head straight for the Blowjob room, the far one.”

“Oh God, I forgot all about that.” She smiled ruefully, “I guess I forgot about everything.”

“You were a smash, darlin’ — guess how many men want a BJ?”

“Um ... three?”

“Try seventeen.”

Celeste gasped, “Seventeen? God, holy fuck, I don’t think I can...”

“Of course you can’t. And even if you could, I wouldn’t let you. I scheduled four for you tonight. Then I’ve got the rest slotted for tomorrow and the next day — come in around 8 before we open — three guys will stop by on their way to work. Then starting around noon five more. Then ... well, don’t worry about the details — I have your dance card filled out through tomorrow and the next day.”

The woman looked like she was in a daze.

“Come on, dear, don’t keep them waiting any longer.”

Kate sent Ray-Ray’s unedited video of Celeste Devereaux’s stage debut to Eulalie with the header: Our first granny.

Celeste still had a bit of an afterglow when she gave her first four professional blowjobs later that night. And by the next morning, she was refreshed and raring to go.

She did the three commuters with dispatch and genuine enthusiasm. She felt terrific. Sexy and desirable and very much in demand. Kate had her stay naked in the front of the house as the lunchtime crowd trickled in.

Kate said, “I scheduled five guys — all regulars — between noon and 2:15. In between times, you’re free advertising for the house.”