THE BRIGHT RED LIPSTICK BRIGADE

My freshman year in college I met a group of girls who were like an informal sorority. They seemed like a lot of fun and we started hanging out together.

They all had one thing in common: they all wore bright red lipstick.

Hi, I'm Sylvia Mathews.

This group started in the early fifties with two juniors and two sophomores. These young women were a new breed. They weren't interested in getting married and having kids. They wanted a career, but they were unwilling to forgo intimacy.

They came up with the idea of engaging in oral sex, never intercourse. The bright red lipstick was their badge.

As members of the group graduated, others were invited to join. By the late nineties, when I was invited to join, there were twenty-four members.

I asked about that red lipstick. "Syl, we all have plans. None of them involve children. Our red lipstick lets guys know that we'll go out with them, but we'll never fuck them, but if they treat us right, blowjobs are not out of the question."

I was shocked. I'd fucked a couple of guys, and was always careful; in fact, I had a couple of condoms in my pocketbook at this very moment. "Ummm, Marybeth, I'm no virgin, but I've never . . ."

"Really? Well, you'll have to give it a try. Cocks are delicious. We all love them. Don't we girls?"

There were nods all around the table along with smiles. "Syl, guys love blowjobs, and I have to admit, my boyfriend never even asks to fuck me anymore. He knows that my mouth will take good care of him."

"Mine too."

"I'm not seeing anyone right now, but the guys I do go out with know what to expect if they treat me right," Anabelle said, licking her lips.

That night in bed, I stared at the ceiling, thinking about what I'd just heard. My senior year in high school, my boyfriend and I fucked a lot, but I never even thought about a blowjob and he never asked.

The few guys in college I'd fucked, I never thought about it. I just wanted to get laid. I couldn't imagine a cock in my mouth. In my pussy? Sure.

My roommate, Sandy, was one of the red lipstick girls. "Are you awake?"

"Now I am," she laughed. "What's up?"

"Do you like blowjobs?"

Sandy turned on the light. "I think I was like you, the first few times. The very thought disgusted me, but the thought of getting pregnant was even worse. I'm going to med school. I couldn't imagine doing that with a kid."

"But . . ."

"Do you like it?"

"I like my boyfriend a lot, and if it pleases him, and he doesn't pressure me for sex, I'm fine with them."

"You don't consider blowjobs sex?"

"Not really. To me sex is fucking. Blowjobs are just an extension of hand jobs or getting eaten. To be blunt, I love the feeling of my boyfriend's cock exploding in my mouth. He's yummy."

I cringed. "Here's the other thing, I don't know how?"

Sandy laughed. "None of us did when we first started, but with practice, you'll have the boys drooling. When I let my boyfriend know I'm in the mood, his cock is ready to bust out of his jeans."

"What if I bite it?"

She laughed again. "Syl, don't be embarrassed, but I know you have a toy . . ."

"I . . ."

"I hear you sometimes, and I'm sure you've heard me. To be honest, after I cum and fuck myself with it, I love putting in it my mouth. That's how I practice. Would you like me to help you practice?"

"Now, tonight?"

"Sure, why not? What are you doing right now?"

"I was trying to sleep, but I can't sleep thinking about it."

"By it, you mean sucking a cock?" She got out of bed, went to her dresser and took out her toy. "Syl, it's time to practice. Get yours."

Reluctantly I did. Both of ours looked like a penis. That was the only thing they had in common. Mine was purple, while Sandy's was flesh colored and way bigger: longer and fatter.

"Let's try it, but first we have to put on our lipstick?"

"Why?"

"I always practice taking as much as possible. That way if I happen upon a particularly big one, I'll be ready."

"Sandy, I've fucked some guys, but none of them seem to be any bigger than this," I said holding up my own dildo.

"Oh, you will. I've had ones that are pretty big, but never as big as this. Look at this line, I cut into my dildo with my nail file. It's exactly seven inches from the tip."

"Why seven inches?"

"I doubt you'll run into guys much bigger, so I take my toy in my mouth until I feel that line with my lips. Then I start to suck it. Up and down, up and down."

"I'll never be able to take that much."

"Sure, you will. You just need to practice." All of this conversation took place while Sandy and I applied our lipstick. "I always use more than necessary?"

"Why?"

"After I do a guy, the next morning when he wakes up and looks at his cock, he'll see the residue of my lipstick on his cock, and remember what a great night I gave him."

"Hmmm, and you can see how far down you were able to go?"

"Exactly, and here's the best part. A few guys, after they saw the red lipstick on their cocks, told me that think about what happened last night, and they jerk off thinking of my mouth. What could be cooler than that?"

"Sandy, be honest. Do you think I'll ever be that good?"

"All it takes is practice. Let's start."

For the next hour Sandy showed me how. I was in awe as I watched her make most of her dildo disappear. I, on the other hand, had difficulty getting more than two inches in my mouth.

I knew this because Sandy measured how far my lipstick was down the shaft of my toy.

An hour later, we turned out the lights. I didn't go to sleep. I was so excited by what I'd done that I played under the covers.

Like always I rubbed my clitoris with my dildo until I came. I tried to be quiet, but across the room I heard Sandy moan. She was playing, too.

Every night for the next month Sandy helped me practice. It took a while, but by the end of the month, I could take almost six inches of my dildo in my mouth. She showed me how to go up and down once I was able to take most of it. "In and out, just like when you're getting fucked," she instructed.

Something else happened. After we finished, each of us went to bed, and now that everything was out in the open, nothing prohibited us from being more demonstrative and louder as we fucked ourselves.

The other thing was that after I fucked myself, I started doing something I'd never done before. I put my toy in my mouth and practiced. I'd never thought about that before. I was never curious. I was surprised at how good I tasted.

One other thing happened. "Syl, now that you're pretty good at taking most of your dildo in your mouth, I have a present for you."

It was wrapped like a birthday present, but it wasn't my birthday. It was a dildo.

It was so much bigger than mine; even bigger than Sandy's. "I don't know, Sandy. It looks huge." I thought it might even hurt me if I tried to fuck myself with it.

"Go ahead, just try it."

I did and it was just as I thought. I couldn't get much in my mouth. "That's okay; just practice like you did before."

I was skeptical. "Oh, and here's one more thing. You'll probably get around to fucking yourself with it. Here's some of the lube I use."

It took a few months for me to get my lipstick to the seven inch mark, Sandy had scratched on my new toy. But it took only two days for me to try that new toy out on my pussy.

"You sure were noisy last night," she smiled in the morning.

"I must admit it was marvelous. I've never fucked a cock that big."

"And if you're a member in good standing of the Bright Red Lipstick Brigade, you won't," she laughed.

One night shortly thereafter, the entire group, all twenty-four of us gathered for Friday night Happy Hour. Sandy stood up. "As you know, I've been preparing Sylvia for her first date as a member of our little club. I think she's ready."

There were cheers, clapping, laughter. Sandy held up her hands for silence. "Just so you know what I mean, I brought her best friend with me." From her purse she took out the dildo she'd bought for me, and handed it to me. "Go ahead, Syl, show us all what you've learned."

I was reluctant. It was one thing to do it in my dorm room when only Sandy was around, but now the entire Brigade was here. Then I heard them, "suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it."

How could I not? I asked the bartender for a shot of tequila, and then slowly took the dildo in my mouth. It took a few minutes, but eventually my lips were just beyond the line Sandy had scratched. Everyone cheered.

I took it out. Sandy ordered me another tequila. I threw it down. "Now, everyone," she said, "who should we fix Sylvia up with?"

There was a buzz throughout the bar. Someone shouted "Sean O'Neill."

"He'd be perfect," someone else called out.

Sandy whispered in my ear, "he's ideal. He has a nice big one. I'll give him a call."

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