I

Mum and Dad were travelling to Dublin for the week. They didn’t want to leave me on my own, so they asked me if I would be OK staying at Dana’s farm for the week.

“At Dana’s? Of course,” I said, trying to sound disinterested.

What they didn’t know was that Dana and I were lovers. Dana was an old friend of the family, but she had moved away when she got married. After she divorced, she kept the farm and began to renew her friendship with our family. As soon as she arrived for Easter week, she noticed that I was miserable. Saturday night came, and Mum and Dad went out with some friends. Dana took me into her room; I told her that I had feelings for girls, that I had no one to be with out there in the middle of nowhere, and that everything just sucked.

“I understand,” she said. “Sweetheart, it’s hard being a lesbian in the countryside. Believe me! Do you know why it is hard to meet other women, other girls? I think it’s because lesbians are basically invisible. People just assume that lesbians are women who are just waiting for the right man to come along, or we’re spinsters, or career women with no time for men and family. God knows what else they think! And of course, if you do find someone, tongues will wag.”

“It’s the wagging tongues I want,” I told her cheekily.

“Saucy little whippet!” she said, smiling, and hugged me.

“And anyway,” I went on, “you’re just saying that to be nice. You don’t know what it’s like to have such feelings, to be attracted to girls.”

“Ever heard of someone who can ‘go both ways’?” That shut me up!

“Listen, your folks won’t be back for another hour or so. I’ll give you a ‘wagging tongue’ if that’s what you want.”

“You?”

“Why not? I like my gals, too. And we’re good friends, aren’t we, you and me? Why not?”

I didn’t say no or move away, so she continued, “And you are such a sexy little minx, Joney; you can’t imagine the number of times I’ve wanted to just grab you by the short and curlies.”

She put her hand right up my skirt as if to prove it, took hold of my panties by the waistband, and started pulling them off. I was stunned. Dana?

“Believe me, I used to be just as miserable as you are now. Now come here to me, Joney, gimme some lady-lovin’.”

Just like that. We were both so horny that we fell off the bed in a pile as we ate each other. Later, we had great fun pretending to be all innocent when Mum and Dad came home and enquired how we’d gotten on.

“Like a cock and a hen,” said Dana. We had the same sense of humour, too.

The rest of the week went by too quickly for me, but I had loved our ‘long walks’. We did it all over the place. Once, she had me stand up with my hands against a tree in the woods. I kept lookout while she sat on the grass and went down on me until my body trembled. Another time, we rolled around on the grass down in one of the meadows. “We’ll say it must be a crop circle if your father asks,” she had said. We enjoyed the most wonderful sixty-nine up in the barn loft in the straw. One day, she drove us to the seaside, and on the way home, she parked up a desolate path, took me into the backseat, and taught me how to use my fingers.

Another time, we had just started kissing and feeling each other up in the basement when Dad almost caught us. He burst in on us looking for something, and we were so into it that we hadn’t even heard him charging down the wooden stairs. Just as the door opened, I took my hand off her breast and dropped it around her back. ”Thanks, Dana, I love you,” I said loudly. Dad started rooting through old boxes for something, as if we were invisible. When he’d gone back upstairs, she said I should have told him that we had become bosom buddies. ”Saucy little whippet,” I replied.

But it wasn’t all hanky-panky; we talked a lot, too. It wasn’t like someone sitting you down and giving you ’a talk’. We were actually talking. Bonding. It wasn’t all about the sex, and it wasn’t all about me. She shared a lot about her own life and about her farm. She had loads of funny stories about the men who ran it for her. She candidly recalled one or two of her girlfriends, when it had been good and when it had been not so good. She even talked about her divorce and how it had taken a number of years after that before she discovered her ’other side’.

Before she drove home, she promised that she would do her best to arrange it with my parents so that I could come and stay with her in the summer. She said she would introduce me to Orla. I took that to mean she was telling me that this Orla was her current girlfriend. Good for you, Dana.

Well, that was something to look forward to if she could swing it!

II

As I said, Mum and Dad were taking a break in Dublin, and they dropped me off at Dana’s farm. We drank tea, and then they hit the road again. Dana was absolutely dreamy in her new hairdo - short back-and-sides with a little fluff on top - and she had gold studs in her ears. Mum said she looked gorgeous. I made sure that Dana heard me agreeing. She was wearing a full-length, low-cut, short-sleeved blue dress and shiny black shoes. The dress was for Mum and Dad's sake; I was sure of it. Dana was not the ballgown type. She was more butcher than Butch Cassidy, and I wanted to be her Sundance Kid.

Her large breasts were all you could see in that dress, and it was tight enough that a blind person could see she had neither bra nor panties on. Mum and Dad must have noticed too, you’d think? Well, maybe not Dad.

My long, curly, ginger hair framed my own breasts. Unlike most of my seventeen-year-old classmates, I already had a woman’s body. My knockers were pretty much pouring out of my sleeveless black top, and my belly was naked. I had chosen to wear blue jean shorts. It was a very girly look, and I liked being girly. With the parents gone, Dana took my hand and led me upstairs. I was so horny for her.

I could tell when she beckoned me to come and sit beside her on the big old brass bed that she too had an itch. She had pulled the long dress up over her parted knees, and all I wanted was for her to do me.

I plumped my ass down beside her, put my hand on her thigh, and, playing with her dress, I said, "Tell me more about your car!" It was a veteran purple-colored American thing, and she was very proud of it. Honestly, all I wanted to do was to take up where we had left off six weeks earlier. But I was in her home, and I wanted to be polite, so I tried to behave and pay attention as she spoke.

”Well, I don’t know much about the technical side of things. I just drive it whenever I want to go somewhere.”

I put my hand on her thigh and rubbed up and down along her dress. She continued, ”It’s very reliable and, you know, I have one of the men fix it when needed. Why? Do you like it?”

”Yeah, yeah, yeah. I like it.”

I fiddled with my hair as she took hold of my hand. She said, ”And it’s very comfortable in the back seat, you know what I mean, right?” She was a saucy one, Dana!

For a couple of weeks, I had been afraid that our Easter thing was over. I leaned into her to give her a buddy-kiss on the lips. She gave me a big wet tongue instead, and I said a silent prayer of thanks.

I whispered, ”Yeah, that is such a good back seat.”

We sat there sucking each other’s tongues and lips. She played with the edge of my top along my breasts, tugging at it a little from time to time and telling me she wanted it off. She pushed me down on the bed, and we kissed and fondled each other’s breasts, faces, and hair. Our hands were everywhere, and all was right with the world.

"Any new lez friends on your horizon, Joney?” she asked.

”Nothing. I’m getting nothing. You?”

”Oh, sweetie, do I have some lamb meat lined up for you. I’ve planned a little cosy mingle-thingy. Orla is coming over. But that’s for tonight, dear. Dana needs some Joney now.”

”Oh, God yes, please.”

I rolled Dana over and worked with her to get her dress off over her head. Dana-jugs for Joney rolling out over her chest! I straddled her and fondled and kissed and licked those nasty titties while she just lay there letting me. Her fingers played along the outsides of my thighs.

I came up over her and, holding my gaze, she spit on her fingers, and her hand went down searching. I gasped a little when she entered my groove. Then, hungry for some titty, she sat up and took my top off. She sucked on my snap heads like a babe. She bit them—ouch, a babe with milk teeth!

We sat like that for ages, I sucking and licking her breasts, she kissing and pinching and slapping mine. We were made for each other. Just as we had struggled with her dress, we also struggled with my shorts and panties. She got them off in the end, though, thanks to a whole lot of twisting and turning on my part. She pulled me forward and, wetting her fingers again, she began playing the mandolin with my folds. She was a very good musician. I drove myself down against her hand as she played me.

We switched positions so that she was on top and then she went down on me. She could play a mean flute too. No matter how horny a girl is, she can never be sure if she can orgasm, but with Dana’s expert tongue on my clit and her fingers pumping me, there was never really any doubt. The weeks of tension and worrying and waiting (and playing with myself lest it should seal up) were no more.

I wanted to return the favour, but she said that this one was just for me. Anyway, she wanted to wait until tonight for Orla. The lamb meat, I assumed!

III

After lunch, what with the early morning drive and the workout with Dana, I dozed off. I slept like a babe, and the next thing I knew, Dana was saying, "Fancy some fresh air, Joney? A walk in the woods? It’s so lovely around here, it’ll be good for us."

She held my hand behind her, and I followed her as we walked along by the small lake on the way to the woods which surrounded her property. The woods ran all the way up into the faraway hills. Dana went first along the thin pathway, which was no more than a gap in the grass, really. She looked beautiful, like a fairy or something.

The evening sun showed me her lovely curvy silhouette inside her dress. She had picked out two lacy, see-through dresses, more like lingerie really, that stopped halfway down the thigh.

"Don’t worry - who are we going to meet up here?" she had said, smiling.

We were both naked underneath, and our boobs and curvy bottoms were all over the place as we tread barefoot on the very uneven ground. When we reached the woods, Dana said, "Let’s leave our dresses on this bush right here. We can’t miss them on the way back!"

I followed her lead again, and we left the lake behind us and set off into the woods hand in hand. In an instant, the noise and the light of the outside world were gone. You could hear a pin drop. Apart from our feet on the underbrush, the only other sound was an occasional little bird calling out. It was so wonderfully intense walking along. We were alone with the world, together.

After a half-hour or so, we heard laughter somewhere up ahead. Dana put her finger to her lips as we approached the source of the gaiety. It was girls’ laughter, women's laughter. And they were not only laughing, they were crooning. Not in a melancholic way. The sound was cheerful, blissful even, one continuous flow of joy. "Ooooh, ooooh." Girls at a party!

From our place of concealment in the trees, the reason for the bliss became breathtakingly clear. There were four beautiful, completely naked, large-breasted young girls with very long hair; two of them were black-haired, one was brown, and the fourth was blonde, all taking turns on a giant’s cock as he lay on the grass. We watched the group of lovers as they moved in a circle, each sitting on the huge member as the giant thrust himself up at them. The laughter and the crooning continued without a break.

Then I grabbed Dana’s arm hard when I realised that the beautiful girls were something else altogether. They were female in every respect except they had male genitalia! The giant kept on fucking the only hole available as they straddled him. Dana understood me as always. She pulled at my arm and whispered, "It’s fine, they’re some kind of nymphs!"

Before I had time to register her words, she had dragged me out of our hiding place and into the circle of nymphs. One of the black-haired ones got up off the giant, and Dana replaced her. The giant kept on thrusting, pounding Dana’s rear hole. A minute went by.

Then it was my turn; Dana got off, and I straddled the giant and lowered myself onto his member, and he pummelled me too. The nymphs helped me up off of him, and the next one climbed aboard. Round and round, the circle revolved, and we rode him time and time again.

Between pleasing the giant, I studied the nymphs, or whatever they actually were. They were all quite short - shorter than me - with very rounded hips and thick arms and thighs. They had dark brown skin and strikingly beautiful faces. These beauties were some kind of creatures of the woods. They wore flowers in their hair and had silver hoops in their belly buttons and on each nipple.

Mmm, those hoops, so sexy. I’m definitely going to get that done.

I looked around the circle at their short, thick, erect penises and then at the giant’s huge one. It struck me that I had never even thought about those things before, short or long!

Dana and I laughed and crooned just as eagerly as the creatures. Then the giant stood up, Blondie got on her knees in front of him, and he mounted her from behind. He rode her at a frantic pace, driving his pole down between her cheeks from above. She laughed madly as he used her. The orgy wheel turned, and it was Blacky's turn. Then Dana. Then me. Then the next nymph.

Then something changed.

The laughter became distant, and the nymphs and the giant were gone. Something was not quite right. I felt confused. But there was no giant. No nymphs. Dana’s face was above me, and she was shaking me. I had started to wake up and recognized my surroundings. I was on Dana’s bed. I had dreamt it all.

“Jeez, you were dead to the world, Joney. But take your time,” she said, leaving the bedroom. “Oh, by the way, Orla is here. Dying to meet you. Now, please make sure you put your soccer gear on, won’t you? It’s for the party.”

I took a quick shower, put on my soccer shorts and yet another of my revealing T-shirts, and went downstairs to make a good first impression on Orla. Dana walked over to me as I entered the living room. She had a glass in her hand, pulled my head against her breasts, and held it there.

Facing her audience, she said, “Girls, girls! It’s party time. This is my Joney that I have been telling you so much about. Joney, please meet Orla, Oonagh - who is my good friend and partner in crime - and her three friends from work: Roisin, Laoise, and Aine.”

IV

I gave Dana a huge hug and walked across to greet each of the ladies, who were oddly still wearing their coats. I said hello and shook hands with them all. Dana was at my heels: ”OK, ladies, please remove your coats.”

They did as requested, and Dana took off her robe. ”Now, as you see, Joney, our little party this evening has a theme. I know how much you like to tease the ladies by showing off your tight buns in your little soccer shorts, so the girls and I got together and decided to give you a match!”

They were all wearing shorts, and they'd even bought white T-shirts with funny messages on the front. ”Dana! You’re the best. I have a feeling this is going to be a tough game.”

”Believe it, kid,” said Oonagh, the mother, putting her face into mine. ”We don’t play soccer in these parts. We play rugby, and we play dirty.” She pushed a finger at each of the five words in the slogan on my bulging T-shirt. It read: 'Goal Today, Eat My Pussy’. The others laughed raucously. She gave me the most lecherous look. Hmm, mama!

The laughing continued as I moved from one to the other, reading their T-shirt slogans aloud for the group. I did the Oonagh thing, poking my finger into every word as I read.

Laoise’s was: ’Paper, Rock, SCISSORS!’ Roisin had: ’Straight girls go to heaven - Lesbians go down’. Aine’s: ’Can’t Think Straight’.

Oonagh, the bearer of the smallest but loveliest tits in the room by a margin, had a photo of three playful kittens on her shirt. Below the photo was the banner: 'Lesbians eat what?'

Dana’s own slogan took me back to our conversation at Easter when I came out to her: 'Nobody knows I’m a lesbian.' Awesome!

"Now girls," she said, raising her voice above the others, "Let’s all turn around, please, and reveal the single rule for tonight's match." They all swung around at the same time, saying 'Wooooooo' in chorus, and I read the number on their shirts: 69. My favourite!

"All right then, gals. Every man for himself—game on!" She produced a whistle and blew it.

Oonagh the Lecherous was at my side like lightning. She led me to the couch and sat facing me, playing with the bottom of my shirt. Roisin sat beside her.

"So, Joney, what has Dana been telling you about me?" asked Oonagh.

"Absolutely nothing! She just told me that Orla would be coming over tonight." She smiled for the first time.

"Oh, that! Yeah, huh. Me and the girls were having one of our little 'After Work' evenings, you know what I mean, yeah, and we got the idea that we should have a name for it, like a code. Yeah, so we called ourselves Orla using the first letters of our names. Just a fun thing, like. And now we’re Dorla, obviously with Dana, ha ha. Now with you joining us, we’ll have to change it to something else; I don’t know, maybe Jorlad or something."

I smiled at her attempt to break the ice. I had been watching her face; it was oval and shiny clean, with only a trace of mascara, no lipstick. She had short mousy-brown hair, slightly wavy. She wore it so that you could see the small silver earrings. Her face was beautiful in a masculine kind of way, you know? You couldn't be sure, no matter how long you stared.

"Jorlad—what’s that, kind of Star Wars or something?" I said. She didn't seem to be listening; she was biting the inside of her lower lip and leaning forward toward me. Our lips met. Our lips and eyes closed, and she kissed me long and hard, and my mouth followed her when she finally pulled back.

Roisin, who had been watching us kiss, stroked Oonagh's shoulder and said, "Wow, the passion! Am I watching a love story begin?"

Oonagh put a finger to her own lips and, turning to Roisin, said, "Ros, why don’t you go and tackle someone or something and let us talk?"

”I want to be here with you for a while.”

”Well, alright then, if you can be here without interrupting?”

”I promise!”

Oonagh leaned towards me again, took my face in her hands, and then let them run over my breasts and all the way down my arms, her eyes following her hands, inspecting me. She was so intense and obviously wanted me.

”Hmm, I want to see more,” said Roisin, caressing Oonagh's shoulders and back. Oonagh bit her finger and threw her hair back; her forehead showed signs of light perspiration. She turned to Roisin: ”Uh, didn’t you just promise to leave us alone, Ros?”

Roisin grinned, then got up and left us. Oonagh kissed me again, and I kissed her back. I put a hand into her mousy hair; she rested hers gently on my arm. As Oonagh's tongue finally parted my lips, I saw Roisin on her back on the carpet, crawling backward under a pair of haunches like a mechanic about to examine the undercarriage of a car.

I closed my eyes and inhaled Oonagh. The surroundings faded away, and I was drunk with Oonagh's kissing. After what seemed an age, I opened my eyes to look at the woman who was loving me. Yes, there was definitely something between us.

”That’s some huddle,” I whispered, nodding in the direction of the pile of women in varying stages of undress.

”Mmm, they’re so bad, aren't they? We can join them later,” said Oonagh, lifting my shirt up over my head.

She caressed my boobs and stomach for a moment, then we stood up and stripped each other. She lay on her back on the couch, her small breasts spread out on her chest, nearly invisible if it had not been for the nipples. I found that to be so beautiful and sexy. What a woman.

Then Oonagh opened her legs wide, which reminded me of the rule of the game. ”You have such a beautiful bottom, I want to get to know it better,” she said as I climbed up over her. ”Ooh yeah, there we go,” she added as she slotted me into place on her face.

With one arm under me, she squeezed my cheek; with the other, she grabbed my hairy pussy in her fist and patted it like you’d pat a little kitten on the head. Then, the niceties done, she spread my cheeks wide to get a full view, and then I felt her tongue as she went in for a bite of, by now, my very juicy parts. I went down on her too, shaking my head from side to side to open her pussy lips up, at the same time wetting and circling her clit with my hand. I lifted my head up; I felt an urge to really examine what I was about to enjoy. She didn’t shave, but the triangle of pubes was tastefully barbered. Her mound was wide open; inside was a delicious buffet of pink meats.

Before settling in to dine, I looked up briefly. The whole room sounded like ”oh, oh, oh,” ”yes, yes, yes,” and ”mmm, mmm, mmm.” All was well with the world.

I had just begun sampling Oonagh when Roisin returned and pressed her hips between my head and the pussy I had been enjoying. I had no choice but to change my dinner plans. ‘We play dirty,’ Oonagh had said.

Oonagh got out from under me as I devoured Roisin's treat. I worked my tongue into the lower half while Roisin worked the clitty end of things with her own hand.

Oonagh whispered in my ear, “See you later, baby.” Then she just stroked Roisin's face gently with the back of her hand and walked over to the pile of body parts.

Later, after a whole lot of Roisin's goodies, I looked up to survey my surroundings again. The heat was unbelievable, and the whole room smelled of lady-heaven. Dana had Aine pinned near our couch, rubbing one of her great boobs around inside Aine's mound, fucking her hard with the nipple.

Laoise had her legs hooked up on the back of the second sofa; someone above her was eating her out – ah, that’s where Oonagh had gotten to. She looked contented yet tortured, in that good way, as Laoise returned the favour from below.

Roisin had been squealing loudly from my treatment, but now she stood up, forcing my head away. She grabbed me by the hair and dragged me roughly down onto my knees and let me fall on the floor beside the sofa table. ”Alright, bitches, it’s a scrum,” she said.

Oonagh came over and lay on the floor beside me. She started applying lube to the huge black strap-on dildo that she had on a harness around her waist.

”Lady of the house first?” she asked.

Dana obliged and straddled Oonagh. She got the pretend-cock inside her pussy, and she proceeded to ride it like a woman possessed. The girls were laughing and urging Dana on, fingering themselves, barely able to wait for their turn.

Wait! Where did I see something like this before?

”C’mon, you now, Joney. Climb aboard,” said Oonagh as Dana got up off of it.

I sat down on it and felt it push up inside me. I rode it like I did earlier in my dream. Except that in the dream it was my other hole that the giant had been servicing. We all continued taking turns in this way until everyone was nearing the edge.

Then the girls started chanting, ”Doggy! Doggy! Doggy!”

Oonagh got up and ordered us to stand in a row with our hands on the wall. She then started shafting us from behind, Dana first. One by one, she drilled us. The sound of the girls in their throes of orgasm was so hot that I shot my girl-spunk in no time.

To this day, I have been unable to figure out how I could have dreamt of that mad magic circle in all its detail.