Rita, The Clit Zapper – The Opening Chapter

by S. J.

I first laid eyes on this mysterious 13 year old when she and her mother arrived at the annual lesbian community camp and softball event at Dilden Park which I had been attending for the last 9 years. As a primitive, makeshift beachfront campground and softball complex, it served the community well in providing sufficient weekend camping and recreational amenities for approximately 250 people, including couples, mothers and kids and singles. Since it was located on the beach, there were plenty of options for couples, as well as mothers and daughters and single women to enjoy the sun and the surf. And of course everyone arrived anxiously awaiting the Sunday softball tournament.

There were four rules for the event that began early Friday morning and concluded on late Sunday evening: have fun, share pleasure, be good sports and all cell phones must be turned off. Practical yet helpful rules, I soon realized. Those who wished to extend their stay could pay for a campsite for the remainder of the week, although no organized activities were provided.

A few young boys, gladly welcomed despite the overwhelming number of females, served as mascots for the weekend. As the boys played in the nude, their wagging little penises provided plenty of opportunity for their mothers and other women for admiration, appreciation and talk about these boys in an environment free of adult males who would certainly misconstrue their attention and their desires. Newcomers were always initially perplexed at the attention given to those natural, pretty, yet little male appendages, although everyone soon came to their own style of appreciation, mother or not.

With the exception of these boys, the air was thick with the appearances and scents of femininity, from the pregnant women to nursing mothers to the young girls to menstruating ones to the scent of sexual arousal exuding from every women present. It was a free weekend, unrestricted by the consistently unappreciative society in which these women lived and loved. Free from convention, from clothes and from the demands of privacy, these lesbian women came, embracing the unity and freedom with passion. While the camp location provided privacy from the glares of outsiders, it afforded us the opportunities to play and love and fuck, unbounded by either society convention or the often restrictive demands (and restraints) of the public lesbian community. Mothers and daughters could fuck, women and teen and pre-teen girls could play and any woman desiring a boy experience could ask to share pleasure with anyone she fancied. Newcomers often found delight in the boys, as did women who had been attending the event for years. Since the boys were pleased with attention their bodies garnered, their mothers departed the event holding the confidence that their sons would grow into “subversive” adult males who would use their penises in a fashion that respected women.

I shared pleasure with a boy my first year. Actually my very first day in attendance.

I had heard rumors, but I couldn’t get my mind around the possibility that lesbians were sensual with young boys. I knew that lesbians used dildos to fuck with, but I assumed a real penis was of no interest to the community lesbians I knew. For some reason though, I didn’t doubt that the mothers in the group routinely shared sensual delights with their sons in the same way they did their daughters. Initially comforting them from birth with their mouths, taking the tiny penis rocket in when he required special attention. Soothing him in a way comparable to nothing else. And for a few years, although followed by time when their special passions waned. Finally when his erections came more often and compelling, at 9 or 10 or 11, at his request, she resumed her oral offerings. Then when he crawled on top of her, as if he belonged there, she opened her legs, accepting him inside her. I could believe this, but I wasn‘t sure about any other lesbian women.

When I saw my first boy, I knew exactly what the fascination was, although I could not explain it at the time even it if I had tried. He was 10, tall and skinny, and tanned, with the same facial appearance of his mother, who I had often seen at the bars. His play in the ocean was mesmerizing as I sat watching him, noticing how wet I was getting, and I couldn’t keep my eyes from his penis. It appeared less than 3 inches long and looked to be the width of a bit more than a pencil. I thought, “penis” and “pencil,” as I smiled at him when he came close. It was even more delicious looking up close. Not a hair in the pubic area, much to my delight. And his foreskin was rather long, seeming to extend for over an inch or more beyond the tip of the head. It was tapered, ending at a tiny point, handing limp and downward. My mouth collected saliva as I wondered how it achieved its erect state. I reached out to him, placing my hand on his arm as he walked by.

“Hi,” I said, “Sit with me for a little while.” I told him my name as I explained that I would like to get to know him. Lap-sitting was the ordinary first step to sharing pleasure between a woman and a child.

“Okay.”

With the greatest of ease, he positioned himself on my lap, looking directly into my eyes. A his shoulder rested between my small breasts, snugly against me, I gazed at the penis lying soft and seemingly lifeless on his thigh. It had noticeably more girth than I first estimated, but I figured it was still less than an inch in diameter. At this distance, it appeared shorter, perhaps in the two inch size. Quite sufficient in my growing imagination.

We chatted for a few minutes. Without much forethought on my part, I asked, “Would you like to share pleasure with me?” I already knew how to ask. Within the first hour of my arrival, I had been instructed by Lily, the resort owner, on the proper way to ask the boy in any case I wished to experiment.

“I sure would,” was his confident and bold and loud reply. I looked at his mother, sitting a short distance from me. She smiled, nodding her head in approval. He added, “You can touch it any way you like.”

I was delighted to received his consent so quickly. Without a bit of hesitation, I rested my hand on the little item. The skin felt softer than I imagined, and the outer flesh moved over the penis when I grasp it between my fingers. I had no thought that the skin was as pliable as it was. I was about to tug the foreskin back over the head when I fully realized that we were putting on a show. I looked around to find everyone looking at us, quietly. The only sounds I noticed came from the waves hitting against the shore and a few seagulls flying around us.

However, the audience didn’t inhibit me in the least. I tugged backwards on the foreskin in my plan to unsheathe it, only to quickly get to a point of distinct tightness. I relaxed my grip, then I grasped the foreskin at its tip and pulled it out, stretching it. It elongated even more, much to me delight. The boy rested his head on my shoulder and neck while I put my other arm around him, holding him against me.

I could feel the slow rocking motion that he was creating, along with an internal change in the penis. It was getting erect. In order to obtain the most feeling out of it, I grasp it with my full hand, leaving only the foreskin poking out of my clenched fist.

As quickly as I took it in my fist I released it. Images were popping into my head of porn movies I had watched of females pretending to suck guys dicks when they were hardly taking it in their mouths. The girls were merely jerking the guys off, while pretending to be sucking them off. I was disgusted at the images, concluding the supposedly heterosexual girls really didn’t like dicks at all. When I had been lucky to find a film of a real bj, it was apparent the girls truly wanted to suck. I always thought to myself that if I ever found myself in a situation, although quite unlikely, where I had the chance to suck a dick, I would literally suck it.

“Shall I suck you?” I asked, breaking the moment. He aroused, looked up at me with his half-opened eyes, and said merely “Yes.”

He promptly stood up, allowing me to position myself on a towel on the ground in front of him. As luck would have it, he was the perfect height matching my mouth with his penis, so I hardly had to move to gain access to it. I moved my face closer to it, now extending almost straight out, but not fully erect. I held him by the hips, then pressed my lips around the foreskin, lightly clamping onto it. As soon as my mouth touched it, I realized what had been missing from my life. In that moment, I knew his would not be the last. I made sure my teeth did not bite into it as I released the foreskin and suck it into my mouth, closing my mouth around the base. It rested perfectly on my tongue, entirely embedded in my warm, wet mouth. I heard muffled applause at that moment, lately learning that the applause resulted from my having had my boy virginity broken.

When she appeared, Rita immediately brought me back to reality from the memories of the previous day I was engulfed in. They were among a small number of Saturday morning arrivees to the event. At her mother’s side, hand in hand, they walked up to me and a few others sitting in lawn chairs under a large canopy. Although I did not recognize her mother, some of the women did. After the usual introductions, I was “volunteered” by Lily to show them around. I was delighted, however. First I showed them the sleeping arrangements that Lily had prepared, awaiting their late arrival, then we took a short trail to the beach. Our conversation was ordinary but exciting. While I was fascinated with the mom, I was more fascinated with Rita. She was rather petite, but shapely, sporting an about-to-become-a-woman figure, and short, boyish blonde hair, with a beautiful set of full lips, a lovely smile, none the less appealing with visible braces on her teeth. Despite her misshaped teeth, she had an angel’s face, with big blue-green eyes, widely positioned and separated by a tiny and otherwise well-shaped nose. I was struck by the lack of any ear jewelry, and upon closer inspection, the absence of holes there. Her skin, all natural with no cosmetics, was smooth if pale, and her eyebrows full and bushy. At first blush, her eyelashes looked fake. Upon closer inspection, however, it was apparent she had inherited her mother’s full-bodied eyebrows and eyelashes.

Her low cut, short shorts were a floral print design with a zipped front that I imagined would be nice to unfasten. Naturally I wondered if she had a panty or thong underneath, since it was not apparently one way or the other. Her top was a white camisole, with tiny straps hanging off her shoulders, printed with two cherries attached to one stem with the words “Mommy’s Girl” positioned between her breasts. Her midriff was bare down to her hips, displaying a lovely belly with pretty bellybutton in the very middle but unadorned by any jewelry. Her small breasts and nipples pressed against the material, offering a nice view, requiring no imagination whatsoever. Just for nursing, I thought to myself.

She was immediately flirtatious, to which I readily and happily responded. Her mannerisms were pleasingly boyish, I noticed. Her mother’s presence and our flirtations enticed me immediately. My cunt was flush and more than a little wet. But what was unusual about that? I was soon to find out.

“Do you have a wife?” asked Rita. It was asked as matter of fact, yet she implied that there were other motives.

“No, I am looking for one,” I replied, adding that “At the present time I am in an exceptionally sexual phase where I desire multiple partners.”

“Would you like to partner with me?” she asked?

I could only reply with deference, “I would be honored to share sexual pleasure with you.”

“Then we will,” she stated, confirming our agreement.

Then I added, “Afterwards, I request to partner with you and your mother.” I looked at her mother, who smiled and nodded. Rita and her mother smiled at each other.

Her mother took me in her arms, held me tight, and said, “First, I will watch you and Rita share pleasure.” As she forcefully pressed her cunt against mine, with only our clothes to separate them, I realized she was a desirable woman in her own right.

“Okay,“ While I was unaware of this part of the ritual, I was pleased. They were obviously incested, a relationship that I had previously enjoyed with other daughter and mother couples. I only wished to share their bond in a casual and carefree way. There would be nothing of the sort happening between us, however.

“Let‘s begin now,” Rita stated. “Watch us while we lap-sit.” That move I didn't expect.

I was a bit dismayed at the statement. It was as if Rita thought I needed help in arousing my passions. I did not, since I was consistently a fully-passionate woman, easily bedding many inexperienced heterosexual women as well as lesbians. Yet I agreed to their display without complaint or protest.

Rita moved in front of her mother, then embraced and kissed her openly, and passionately. Although it was only for a few seconds, I was immediately aware of their bond—a bond that I had not previously seen in other daughter and mother couples I had fucked with.

Rita waited for her mother to position herself on the ground, then placed herself in her mother’s lap. As she was settling in, she directed me to sit on ground several feet away. In that location, I had a full and direct view of Rita, her face and her body. She made eye contact with me, and my eyes fixed on her, although I could easily witness everything they we doing.

I wondered why they were still clothed, but came up with no obvious answer. As Rita rested her head against her mother’s neck, her mother inserted her hand between her daughter’s closed legs, down inside the shorts, in a gesture that has obviously happened many times before. Once at her cunt area, her mother’s hand became motionless. I assumed she inserted at least one finger, although I could not tell for certain.

It was then I felt the first zap to my clit—only to my clit, not to my labia, not inside me either, although my nipples hardened like they never had before. My clit hardened as well, as though it were metal not flesh. I felt wetter than I ever had before.

It was an electrical charge like I had never felt in my entire life, although perhaps lasting only a second or two. I sat straight up, rigid. I remained in that position.

I was mystified and pleased at the same time. It didn’t compare to either my vibrating cell phone which I sometimes carried in my jeans pockets or to my FEMBLOSSOM vibrator that I used and often wore inside my panties and jeans. It was of much shorter duration and much more powerful.

With no resistance, Rita’s mother removed her hand from her shorts, then opened her daughter’s legs to my gaze, finally resting her hand on a thigh. It was then I felt the zap again. This time was it infinitely more powerful. And it was with this zap that I lost consciousness.