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It contains frank and sexually explicit
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Vengeful Virgin
Joan Finds a Friend
Wherein we learn how Joan seduces the young schoolteacher, Laura and together they discover the intense, new pleasure of fisting.
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Joan was happy. Perhaps happier than ever before. A new school. And a new schoolyear. But, most important, a new companion.
It was four months since she’d accepted the inevitable and separated from Don. And Julie. She still loved him but Don definitely had not come to terms with her promiscuous behaviour, and she didn’t blame him. And now she had Laura but she felt a strong resentment towards her sister. Somehow she was going to get even.
Joan surveyed Laura’s slender, shapely form as the twenty year old fellow teacher lay naked and, as always, compliant on the bed. Gently she stroked her curving flanks, her hand moving closer and closer to the bulging, lightly furred mons and the swollen labial crevice. After only two months they had achieved a knowledge of one another that made their lovemaking smooth and natural. All of it. Her belly churned with lust as she remembered that first time, that wonderful night when she’d introduced her young friend to the delights of Sapphic love.
Ready to begin her first teaching job, twenty-year-old Laura had been flattered when Ms. Barnes invited her to dinner. Ms. Barnes was new to this school too but she was older and an experienced teacher. There was so much she could learn from her. But young Laura still had no idea just how much she was to learn.
Joan’s apartment
was spacious and nicely but plainly decorated.
"Sit down, my dear," Joan said indicating a place on
the expensive looking sofa. "Take a load off your feet and let's get to
know each other. We didn’t really have the opportunity to talk yet so I want to
hear all about you. Are you happy about your new job?"
"Yes," Laura answered
nervously. She settled herself on the edge of the sofa, feeling slightly
uncomfortable. She accepted the drink the older teacher handed her and sipped
slowly at it. I mustn't drink too much, she thought. I've never been able to
hold it very well.
She watched as
Joan Barnes chattered brightly and kept pouring
herself drinks from the
cocktail shaker. My god, this woman must
have a
hollow leg, Laura
thought. I hope I'm not supposed to be
keeping up with her. She wanted to though. She didn't want this sophisticated
woman to
think she was a
prudish young novice teacher, unsophisticated and not socially aware. "Are you getting hungry, Joan?" she
asked, hopefully thinking this would give her a chance to slow down the
drinking.
Joan shook her
head. "Not really," she said. She refilled her glass again and
lifted it. "Here's to you, my dear," she toasted the young
teacher. “And here’s to good
experiences.” While her young friend
was obviously nervous, Joan too had some anxiety. Except for a couple times with Julie during
the attempt to live as a threesome, she’d never made love to another
woman. And seducing this lovely girl was
not like picking up some horny, young guy in a bar and fucking him.
Laura was soon
beginning to feel a little tipsy but maybe just one more she thought when Joan
refilled her glass for the fourth or maybe fifth time. Amazingly enough, Joan looked fresh as a
daisy. The drinks didn't seem to be affecting her at all.
Laura felt bombed
out of her skull but on no account did she want to appear that way to Joan
Barnes who was the picture of polished sophistication. The young teacher found
it hard to concentrate on the conversation, her thoughts wandering much of the
time, usually to wonder when they were going to eat. Her face felt quite hot now and when she
looked in the mirror over the fireplace she saw that her cheeks were flushed.
Her eyes looked a little wonky too, and it occurred to her that she was more
than slightly drunk. She couldn't remember being drunk in her entire life
before except she had been tipsy one New Year's Eve.
The blonde
schoolteacher closed her eyes, wishing the spinning in her head would stop.
Joan seemed to be swaying back and forth in front of her and slipping out of
focus, although Laura could see that the sophisticated older teacher was
sitting up, thoroughly composed beside her on the sofa.
She was startled
when Ms. Barnes reached out her hand and stroked her bare arm, gently, almost
casually, just as startled to hear her say, "I don't want to appear
like I'm prying, Laura, but are you having problems with your boyfriend?"
Laura's mind went
back to the terrible scene the other night, when Brad had nearly raped
her. Not that they hadn’t made love
often before but never like that. Not in
her bottom or her mouth. “Uh, Brad
and I…like, we’ve decided to split. How
did you know?” They’d been going
together since last year, at Teacher’s College, but he had become impossibly
demanding. And at last he’d told her
that he wasn’t prepared to wait until they were married. So, determined to preserve her virginity for
marriage, she’d told him it was over.
"Oh no ..." Laura stammered
... "my religion ... oh no ... that's a terrible sin ... worse even
than adultery ..."
Joan gave Laura a
sweet, knowing little smile, and then her fingertips edged beneath the sheer
confining fabric of Laura's brassiere, ran teasingly over the smooth resilient
flesh of her firm, white breast. "See what I mean, angel. Doesn't it
feel wonderful?" she whispered in her ear.
Laura
shuddered. No one had ever touched her
in this way except Brad and now a woman was doing it! It was obscene, sinfully
depraved. And yet a little thrill of
erotic pleasure such as the young teacher had never known before seemed to
tiptoe up her spine. Her head seemed to swim in helpless confusion. This was wicked
and evil but she felt soothed and comforted, as she had never been before.
Laura let her
head fall back on Joan's shoulder, letting her cradle it between her shoulders
and her chin. The slow, insistent stroking of her breast went on, and now
Laura's doubts began to evaporate under the gentle touch of the other woman's
fingers, teasing one throbbing nipple into a taut erection, then trailing
lightly across her body to enfold, encompass the other and tease it, too, into
hardness.
As Joan's hand
slipped lightly down over the gentle swelling of her belly, instinctively,
Laura crossed her legs. She’d never let
Brad touch her there but she closed her eyes and then opened them as she
realized that Joan had drawn down the zipper of her dress and was easing it off
her shoulders.
"Help me," Joan
whispered to her. "Oh, help me, darling." Without a moment's
hesitation, Laura did as she was asked.
She felt strangely relaxed and peaceful, as if she were a small child
again, protected by Joan’s comforting arms. Then she complied with Joan's request, lifting
her arms to let the other woman slip her dress off. And when Joan reached
around to unhook the straps of her bra, she didn’t object.
Docile and
compliant, Laura sat as Joan cupped one of her small, firm breasts with one
hand while with the other she tilted her chin up, raising her face to her own.
Her full lips brushed hers Laura trembled with a strange new excitement. And
then she pressed her mouth firmly to Joan’s as she felt her flicking her tongue
out expertly to part them, then darting it between them to find her tongue.
A little gasp of
shocked delight escaped Laura as she felt the older teacher’s hands roaming
over her body. She was almost a
spectator to her own seduction as her panties were drawn slowly down over her
hips and thighs, and then, with a little shudder of wicked pleasure, she
realized that she was completely stark naked.
Joan Barnes's
lips teased at the swollen bud of one nipple, and then she whispered, "Now,
it's your turn, my darling. Your turn to help me."
Another thrill
rippled deliciously through Laura mixed with a little warning signal as the
words whirled through her alcohol-blurred brain.
"No ... I can't Joan," she
protested automatically. But the drinks
had begun to strip her of all inhibitions, and her fingers groped for the
zipper on Joan's skirt, and pulled it down, then found the buttons on her
blouse, struggling with them until they came undone and the two very large,
soft breasts were exposed, barely enclosed within the narrow confines of her
low cut bra.
Barely conscious
of what she was doing, Laura eased off her new friend's brassiere while Joan moaned, her gasps heavy and excited with sudden passion. She
reached out and pulled the younger woman to her, pressing her own naked body up
against hers. Her large, soft breasts crushed against Laura's, their nipples
meeting, as her hand moved down the soft, firm flesh of the young woman’s belly
to the bulge of her scantily furred mons.
"Have you
ever felt like this?" she crooned in her sensual, husky
voice. Joan was sure that this experience was even
newer to her young friend than to herself but she sensed that Laura was
responding, whether willing it or not.
Guided by the
older schoolteacher, Laura hooked her own hand into the thin waistband of
Joan’s panties, easing them down over her hips and, in a moment both women were
stripped completely naked, and Joan was easing
the inexperienced
teacher down onto the couch until her body was stretched out upon it.
Laura closed her
eyes again, and felt Joan's body rubbing against her as she held her
tight. Then she realized that Joan was
caressing her buttocks, ever so gently, parting the two soft mounds and as
Laura gasped with an odd delight, teasing a fingertip into the tiny puckered
mouth of her tight little anus.
She lay
motionless on the sofa as Joan trailed her moist lips down the length of her
body, moving her head sideways to reach the trembling white flesh of her
thighs. She began to kiss the tender skin there, while Laura quivered and a
strange wonderful excitement rippled through her. Laura’s legs fell open,
splaying out to hang limply over the edge of the couch, her whole body keyed to
a tense, quivering excitement, and then she began to writhe as Joan's lips
wandered to the golden triangle up between her thighs that now tingled with a
rising involuntary passion. It was sinful, wicked, and shameful and yet she was
powerless to fend it off.
The innocent,
young teacher groaned at the soft, moist laving of her fleshy cunt lips, the
gentle teasing motion as Joan ran her tongue along the soft hair-lined slit of
her pussy. She lay back helplessly,
welcoming the lewd wet tongue that parted her cuntal lips, then
licked hotly at the moist orifice within it. Another thrill coursed over her
body as the woman's tongue found the tiny throbbing bud of her clitoris, and
teased it into a quivering erection.
"Mmmmm ... oh ... uuummmmmm!!!" Laura moaned as
the other woman's wet tongue lewdly parted her moist cuntal lips then licked
hotly at her tiny hotly throbbing clitoris!
A horrendous
thought flashed through her mind that there was something wrong with her. She
was a pervert, perhaps. A lesbian! And the other teacher must certainly be
one. She was the one who had first
stroked Laura’s breasts, first made these lewd, unnatural advances. But it couldn't be wrong, she finally
decided. Something as wonderful as this could never
be a sin, could it?
Joan continued her wanton tonguing of her moist trembling slit, her hands slipping up over Laura’s belly to her full firm tits once more, cupping and squeezing them almost brutally now while her mouth and tongue continued the wet assault of her wide-spread furrow, making obscene sucking sounds that seemed to fill the room. Oh God! This was exciting! The young woman was obviously a novice but so submissive and acquiescent. It was better than seducing young Tom.
Laura clenched her small hands into white-knuckled fists in Joan’s hair, pulling some of the strands loose in her convulsive actions, as the woman’s probing tongue thrummed on the erect, pulsating button of her clitoris. She whined sharply as Joan took the tiny bud between her sharp white teeth, holding it tightly there, and began to run the tip of her tongue round and round it in continuous circles. Laura’s head began to flail in total abandonment from side to side, and Joan opened her mouth yet wider, moving her tongue downward along the smooth, heat-moistened slit to the throbbing opening of her vagina. The older woman began to orally fuck her, harder and faster, faster and harder, sliding her hot, hard, wet tongue up into the tongue-dilated, clasping hole, listening to her making unintelligible whimpering sounds as she swirled and flicked her flexible appendage around the velvet-like interior of the pulsating soft cunt lips. She slipped her hand beneath her thighs, pushing them further up until they were now draped over her shoulder, the whole of her flowing vaginal plane in naked abandonment to her churning face, and then she cupped her soft white buttocks in both hands as she thrust her tongue deep, deep into the searing liquid depths of her cunt.
Laura’s cries of animal pleasure now filled the living room. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God! Her brain screamed over and over again as Joan continued to mouth and tongue her sweating, dripping furrow. She sucked in her breath in a gulping swallow, moaning in rapture, past all caring and she flung her loins up at her as hard as she could. Laura’s body quivered uncontrollably now beneath the overpowering assault, and her body was spasming furiously with torrent after torrent of sensual pleasure that had seized control of it.
Joan paused for a brief moment to stare up along the sweat-slick valley between Laura’s high breasts at the twisted grimace on her lovely face. Oh God, she was really digging it! She was wallowing in it, all right; she was ready to cum! She lowered her head and resumed her labor once more.
Laura writhed and squirmed beneath the insanely licking tongue until she thought she would surely go mad from the sheer ecstatic rapture in her love-starved loins and stomach. God, she had to have release, had to have it soon! Her head continued to flail like a broken puppet's, grinding her crotch up into Joan’s lusting face and tongue, and she felt the gathering billows of her orgasm rising, rising, and then cresting.
“Mmnnaaayyaahhh!!” A deep, almost half-human scream erupted from young Laura’s throat and she locked her hands hard in Joan’s hair, drawing him into her crotch with all her might. Her juices flowed from her widespread cunt, inundating Joan’s face and tongue, flowing down along her tortured rectum to pool in fragrant stickiness in the couch cushions beneath her. She screamed again, and again, and Joan sucked and licked and burrowed until, at long last, the cumming was over and she sank back with a long, exhausted, satiated sigh, releasing her hair and opening her thighs to allow her to remove her head from between her fevered legs.
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It was three weeks later as Joan raised her oily, wet face from between Laura’s widespread, twitching thighs. As always she’d been amazed and gratified by the apparent intensity of the young woman’s orgasm but now she wanted relief, herself.
The new, strap-on dildo was on the night table beside the bed and, although Laura had become quite skilled in using it, Joan had a different desire tonight. She was still puzzled about what had happened to her old dildo. Had Julie taken it? She doubted that, but had no idea who else might have taken the huge pseudo-cock. Anyway, the new one was equally satisfying.
The feel of her slick wetness on Joan’s face sent a new thrill through Laura’s sated loins as her friend’s tongue invaded her mouth. Sometimes they did it together, sixty-nining Joan called it but this time she’d had nobody else’s pleasure to occupy her mind. She felt a bit selfish and she broke off the kiss, beginning to move down on Joan’s voluptuous body.
"No, please..." Joan murmured, restraining her.
.
"Please what?" Laura asked.
"Please touch me,” the woman said softly, looking deeply into her eyes. Laura could feel her face flush and knew her pupils were still dilated from her arousal
"Touch you where?" Laura asked, knowing full well now what Joan wanted.
"Please touch my pussy," Joan moaned in a lust-choked voice. “I want your hand in my cunt darling,” and she took her hand and pulled it down between her legs.
Laura’s fingers found her wetness. "You ARE hot for it, aren't you?" she said, breathlessly. This new pleasure, which they’d just discovered last week, was weird and wonderful although, still virgin, Laura had only experienced it as the giver, not the receiver.
Joan nodded quickly, "You make me so hot when you cum, Laura."
"I think you were just born that way," and the younger woman smiled as she watched her friend’s large, soft breasts ruse and fall in time with her heavy breathing. She reached over and pinched her nipple, enjoying the way Joan’s entire body spasmed when she did.
"Please..." Joan started again.
"Please?" Laura repeated questioningly.
Joan took a deep breath and blurted out, "Please put your fingers inside me. Please fuck me with your fingers. Please make me come," she begged.
The girl’s fingers suddenly thrust inside her passageway. God, it felt so good, she thought deliriously. Laura could see the lustful expression on the other woman’s face and stroked two fingers in and out of her juicy pussy. The slippery fluid coated her hand as she slid it back and forth.
"Lie back," she instructed her, and Joan did so immediately, not wanting her friend to stop touching her. She spread her legs wide and she looked at her pinkness - the smooth fat, hair-wreathed pussy glistening with the honey from her body. Laura thrust three fingers in and out now and Joan thrust back at her. She loved the feeling of the fingers inside her. It was different than a cock, more flexible, able to find that special place. Laura rubbed that special spot inside and the thoroughly aroused woman wanted her never to stop as her passion rose even higher.
They were new at this but they were in complete harmony. Joan’s hips jerked upwards as her lover’s thumb massaged her clit while she fucked four fingers in and out of her sopping pussy. She had always been embarrassed about how wet she got and felt that it detracted from the frictional pleasures of fucking except with Don’s mammoth tool.
Joan moaned louder as Laura manipulated her throbbing clit. "Oh God... YES...." she groaned. "Yes, more, please...MORE!" She didn't even notice as her friend’s thumb finally left her clit as she nested it into the palm of her hand. The excited woman felt an incredible tightness stretching her cuntmouth wider. She pushed against it...it felt good. It was different than fucking. She could see that her whole body was flushed. She stared intently between her legs at her pussy. Laura had almost her whole hand inside her now. His fingers were in up to the bottom knuckle and she had only to get her hand past the "ring of fire" and then she would be completely enveloped by her pussy. She couldn't believe this was actually happening. They had tried this before, but her young friend had always stopped just short of the goal. This time, Joan vowed, they would finish what they had started. She was so hot and wet today that she knew this was it.
Laura stopped pushing into her, instead letting Joan work
her way down her hand. She wiggled her fingers inside her, caressing the walls
of her pussy, amazed by the spaciousness of the juicy void. Joan moaned and thrust forward again, then
stopped when she heard her lover exclaim, "My God, its
in! It’s all in!"
The young woman looked at her and she took her hand and
pulled it down between her legs. "Feel it," she said in awe, "My
hand is completely inside of you."
Joan grasped her wrist and looked into her eyes. Her own pupil were so dilated that the soft brown was almost completely hidden. "Oh my God," she gasped. "It feels so fucking good! It's incredible! I feel so full!" she panted and she flexed her inner muscles, clamping down on the invading hand.
Laura twisted her fingers inside her again, and Joan arched her back. "I can feel your cervix,” she told her, but the other woman barely heard her. Her mind was in another place. She could feel her orgasm close by and was reaching for it, body and soul.
"Fuck me, fist me, fuck me..." she panted. Every muscle in her body tensed and she went rigid.
Her partner felt the ring of muscle around her wrist tighten almost painfully as her lover thundered into her climax. Each spasm squeezed her hand harder than she had thought possible. Joan cried out with the force of her orgasm, so loudly that she covered her mouth, nervous that her neighbors would hear her screams of ecstasy. Every time she started to come down off the high, her friend would wiggle her hand in and out of her or rub her fingers against her inside walls and she would topple over into another orgasm. She lost count of how many times she came with the hand deep inside her.
Finally Laura felt her lover’s body relax and she slowly pulled her hand out of the soaking wet pussy, inch by inch. The air felt cool, almost cold on the wetness of her hand as it exited Joan’s still twitching sex-cavity.
“My Gawwd, Laura. I never felt anything like that before. I think you ruined me,” and she smiled
weakly up at her friend. “Now I’m
going to have to get a thicker dildo.”
The two women snuggled together, sated and content. Laura’s thoughts were of love but Joan’s thoughts were earthier. What would it be like with a man? He could satisfy both of them, she mused. After she initiated Laura with the dildo than perhaps she could be persuaded to try a threesome?
Definitely Joan, despite the lesson her sister had taught her and the love and pleasure of her relationship with the young teacher, was not cured of her promiscuous tendencies.
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