Date: Fri, 5 Dec 2008 19:04:13 -0800 (PST) From: jimi jones <jimiboygirl@yahoo.com> Subject: jimis secret diary/ maine man part 5/ indoctrination dinner jimis secret diary/ maine man part 5/ indoctrination dinner feel free to write me or offer a critique: jimiboygirl@yahoo.com indoctrination dinner darlene was quite busy for the final five minutes of food prep, rushing here and there, getting everything just so. once satisfied, she lifted an inverted wine glass by its stem and standingin the classic pose of 'girl'... one foot forward, hips angled, she gently tapped her wooden spoon against the bowl repeatedly, musically signaling a call to table. one by one the men filed around the table, leaving the head chair and the places left and right of it for ron, and apparently, for darlene and myself. ron was gallant, and seated both arlene and myself in turn, on either side of him, before seating himself at the top. once we were seated properly, the other two men took their places, completing the circle of diners. dinner was a rather nice affair, if pretty simple... there were at least four freshly boiled and bright red lobsters on one large oval platter, heaped one atop the other... like the aftermath of an overheated roman orgy, plus another three that had been par-boiled and then broiled in the oven. the boiled lobsters exuded clouds of sea scented steam, while the broiled versions had been dissected and browned upside down, belly side up and basted and dripped in butter in the large metal baking pan. Side dishes included a small and simple homemade potato salad with grated carrots and chives, and there was a larger glass bowl of mixed greens and quartered tomatoes in a light dressing... plus several bottles of chilled white wine, and two large bottles of inexpensive new york state champagne sitting in a galvanized tub of ice on the floor near the sink. a plate of ordinary sliced white bread accompanied the meal on the red and white checked table cloth. At each end of the round table, a small pyrex jug held at least a pint of hot clarified butter. there were glasses of ice water laid out next to the wine glasses. red napkins stood like tents around the perimeter. a large jelly jar bursting with colorful local wildflowers decorated the scene and served as a rustic centerpiece. martha stewart meets captain ahab, i thought. once wine was poured and the lobsters' beauty praised, we were all urged to dig in by ron, who, by his place at head of table, must surely be the owner of the cabin,i surmised. eating lobster is great fun. you get to break pieces with plier-like tools, extract the moist white flesh from cracked shell and then eat them with your fingers. you dip the pieces into clarified butter, which gets almost everywhere. within a few minutes every face is shining with butter, and damp from steam. buttery fingers grip glasses and wine begins to flow freely, as lobsters are passed around and around and around. i notice that hardly any potato salad or bread has been consumed, and the greens seem to serve merely as garnish on the plates of the hungry lobstermen. more than once a piece of quivering white succulent lobster, dripping with melted butter, is dangled above my lips as if i were a performing mermaid at sea world... and more than once the lobster piece is ceremoniously fed to darlene or to me in turn... placed within our lips, or snatched away at the last moment in a teasing fashion. it is all good-natured fun... i find myself following darlene's lead...accepting morsels of moist white flesh and then licking... or sucking the donor's fingers clean of butter.... the wine bottles take a beating during the happy feast, and within twenty minutes the laughter pitch of diners rises as inebriation begins to set in. the table talk covers news, or politics, or sports... and darlene and i just sit quietly while the men pontificate, sharing their opinions and making alcohol-induced pronouncements. even still, i notice the men looking at us intently as we sit quietly, sipping our champagne, or coaxing the remaining lobster from their shells... suddenly, jake speaks,slurringly... darlin' darlene, lets show jimi how to really eat lobster. silently, darlene puts down her champagne, rises from her seat and removes several platters from the middle of the table, and places the centerpiece on the sink... the table's middle is now bare... she removes her pink and red ruffled apron, revealing a bra similar to the red one i am wearing beneath my flannel nightie... leaning over the table, she scoots herself into the center area, laying on her belly, and facing jake. her legs are slightly spread and form a vee, the opening facing ron... william and jake begin to hike her red panties down to her knees, exposing her pale white and rounded buttocks to the ceiling. ron takes one of the pyrex jugs and gently pours a few tablespoons of warm melted butter slowly between the crevice of her quivering white mounds.... mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm whispers darlene, as the men watch intently. ron breaks open a remaining lobster claw and placing the still warm lobster meat back there and rubbing it back and forth over her pink, butter-slick asshole, tenderly mops her crack..... turning to me he says... you want some of this? i just nod...he feeds me the lobster. its delicious. why dont you try some more, jimi. darlene smiles over her shoulder at me and wiggles her bottom a bit as i pour more butter onto her, i watch as it dribbles between her cleft cheeks... i dont reach for a claw, i just lean in and begin to lick the butter from her white buttocks,following the flow into that warm dark place.... i lick and lick and lick as darlene wiggles and writhes... can you taste the sea,jimi, she asks? yes, and its wonderful i reply. ron draws my chair back and i stand... he helps me out of my flannel nightie and onto the table with darlene...he places me close to her buttocks, my face inches away... my buttocks close to her face... i feel myself getting hard in my panties.... i feel my panties being slid down and off by william and jake... i look up and ron is sliding darene's panties off her pretty legs...jake hands her the other jug of warm,clarified butter as ron hands one to me... like priestesses conducting an ancient ceremony, we anoint one another with melted butter,pouring a little over each others white bottoms,i open my legs and darlene places her head between them in that wispy strawberry blonde tiny dick world...she opens her legs in turn, revealing a small patch of curly black hair over her small but hardening penis.... we begin to lick each other, slowly at first.. all i can hear is soft, wet slurping sounds, small sighs... and nearly silent moans as i lick her rosebud clean and turn my attention to her now shiny ball sack... i feel my bra being undone by unseen hands (ron? william? jake?) and imagine the same being done to darlene...soon we are naked and shiny, facing each other on our sides, her slippery slick buttery smooth cock against my greasy lips, and my own being covered in more warm butter, lengthening me and thickening me and making me want to cum immediately.... butter is being poured on our nipples, our tits, our bellies, our buttocks, our faces...butter is being massaged into my legs, my back, my feet... i feel lobster bits being dipped into the most intimate parts of my widely spread legs... i open my butter glazed eyes to watch the men chewing lobster and taking off their clothing, their cocks lengthening and darkening, as darlene and i perform our horizontal dance for them.... i see william fall to his knees, now naked, kiss rons erect cock and then jakes monster in turn as those two gaze upon us, while fondling each other...william rubbing buttery hands over and over their genitals... there is butter everywhere... soon there will be an abundance of cream continued