Archive Note: The original paperback had two chapters labeled, "CHAPTER THREE."
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FOREWORD
Little redheaded Dorothy Sullivan is going to spend her first night as a student at the Mary Margot School for Young Ladies. It's an old mansion in the middle of the New Hampshire woods, and the action gets really hot, even though it is mid-January!
In this exciting book, you'll find plenty to study, if the story of two beautiful, mysterious women seducing young, innocent girls is the kind of thing you like looking into!
Meet Abigail Hendrix, the woman who actually owns the school. She's Mary Margot's mistress in more than the scholarly fashion. What Abigail teaches Mary Margot and the young female students rates an A plus ... whatever you have in mind!
And meet Abigail's favorite toy: It's an expensive closed-circuit television system that secretly looks into every nook and cranny in the school, bar none! We get to peek at the action in all the girls' rooms, the shower and the common bathroom.
And we get to watch Agibail herself as she takes electronic control of every female in the mansion, one after the other. It's a hot, entertaining story of Lesbian love in its many forms. Sweet and tough, gentle and rough, loving and hating. Once you start reading this book, you'll want to continue studying the events that take place in the halls of the Loeb School.
And you'll graduate with more than a diploma in hand if you work at it till the very end.
It's a climax worth getting into!
CHAPTER ONE
The big, black Cadillac edged its way cautiously down the icy, curving road. Although it was only seven o'clock, it seemed much later. And although the brilliant full moon illuminated the snow-covered landscape, it seemed dark and forbidding.
Nothing was what it seemed. Everything was something else.
Little Dorothy Sullivan clutched her fur coat protectively around herself. She was shivering in the passenger's seat, despite the continuing blast of super-heated air that roared out of the powerful heater. She stretched her surprisingly good legs out from beneath her coat.
Her uncle glanced at her sideways, not daring to take his eyes off the dangerous, unfamiliar road. The car had already lurched several times. There was simply no traction.
The silence between uncle and niece was as cold as the New Hampshire night air.
They had been driving for too many long hours, both were exhausted, and each was lost in his and her own world of thoughts. Dorothy was feeling alone and lost. William J. Westchester, Jr., her only surviving relative, was angry.
And in a hurry.
If only he hadn't made that wrong turn back at Dixville Notch!
If only the whole unpleasant business were already over with!
"When will we be getting there, Uncle William?" the fourteen year old asked for the tenth time. It's a typical teenage ploy. "For a girl who doesn't want to get where she's going, you sure are in a hurry to get there!' her uncle complained. His voice dripped with obvious sarcasm.
Just being polite was an effort for the man.
He was feeling very put-out, very put-upon!
Why did her parents have to die? He wasn't suited for raising a young girl, certainly not a girl like Dorothy Sullivan.
William had tried his best, but Dorothy simply didn't fit in. She disturbed his friends, ruined his fun, and-in general-made herself as unattractive as she could.
She was such a little prig. Miss Goodie Two-Shoes! He couldn't count the number of parties she ruined for him.
Well, it would soon be over.
Even on bright, summer afternoons, the Loeb School for Young Ladies looked forbidding. On this cold January night, it was more like something out of an old horror movie.
It was an old, reconverted mansion, tucked away behind three acres of blue spruce and various other pines. It had once been owned by one of the state's richest lumber barons. But the woods had long ago stopped yielding its "limitless" supply of boards.
And, of course, there were few these days who could afford to maintain such a big place as a private dwelling.
William maneuvered the big car around the vast curve of the driveway leading up to the front door. The canopy of trees above them was covered with ice.
Then, at last, the house loomed up in the moonlit clearing. There was no sign, no classic lettering carved across the door.
It had to be the school.
"Live free or die," Dorothy said.
"What's that?" William asked, startled by the great intensity of the girl's voice. "It's the state motto," Dorothy explained. "I wonder if they take everything so seriously in New Hampshire?"
When William parked the car, Dorothy was already out of it and walking toward the main door even before he had a chance to put his coat on.
He walked on with her, just as footfalls could be heard approaching them. There was a fumbling with locks, and the heavy oaken door swung wide open.
Mary Margo Loeb stood looking at them, measuring them up, taking them in with a single, sure glance.
" You must be Dorothy Sullivan," Mary Margot said, offering her hand to the young girl.
'How do you do?" Dorothy answered, taking her hand in her own. "This is my uncle, William Westchester.' She added 'Jr.' and somehow managed to make it sound like an insult.
"Well, come in!" Mary Margot exclaimed.
"it's five below out there. You must be freezing."
The three of them walked into the entrance hall. It was large, with the roof punching through three floors. Rows of balconies stretched before them. A large, sweeping staircase loomed before them, leading the eye into darkness.
It was as quiet as a grave.
Mary Margot Loeb senses their question, "it's study hour now. All the girls are in their rooms, their noses stuck in books, I hope."
She smiled at Dorothy.
"I like quiet places,' the girl told the Head Mistress. "We're a country family. Noise doesn't excite me. It's merely disorienting. As far as I'm concerned, the quieter the better."
That doesn't surprise me, you miserable little creature, William thought to himself. Wherever you go, a cloud of gloom preceeds you. And the worst of it is, the stays behind you, too!
"Ah, here we are,' Mary Margot announced, her hand on the heavy doorknob of an oaken door almost as imposing as the door in the main entrance.
It swung open without so much as a groan.
The interior of the spacious study was unexpectedly cozy. A cheery fire blazed in the large fireplace. The single mammoth log crumpled and disintegrated as the flames licked at it with relentless urgency.
Mary Margot led the man and the girl away from the huge desk that lurked in a far corner like a crouching animal.
They sat themselves in large comfortable, leather chairs set around the fireplace.
The log slipped slightly, and resettled itself in a shower of sparks. The rising howl of the wind could be heard in the chimney.
"Oh, I'm going to like it here!" Dorothy said suddenly, leaning into the fire, her palms open to the flame. "Ever since my mother and father died, I've needed a place like this."
William looked in the direction of the Head Mistress, ready to give her a conspirator's look that would tie the two of them together in union against Dorothy.
Instead, he saw the beautiful, dark woman gazing at the fair teenaged girl with something like admiration in her eyes.
Embarrassed, he looked away.
"'But she is in her grave and, oh, the difference to me!'" Mary Margot Loeb quoted into the dark reaches of the formal room.
" Keats?" William offered, anxious as a schoolboy to please.
He wanted the tall, dignified Mary Margot Loeb to like him. It would be ever so reassuring.
The Head Mistress turned in her chair and looked at him.
" Wordsworth," Dorothy corrected. "The Lucy Poems."
Mary Margot called Dorothy's name. When the brooding girl looked at her, the Head Mistress said, "Shall we read all the literature of loss together?"
Dorothy cast her eyes down, and in the lowest whisper confessed, "Yes, I'd like that. I ... I don't understand yet."
"You will," was all the Head Mistress promised.
It seemed a great deal to Dorothy.
William was beginning to feel like he was eavesdropping. He couldn't think of anything to say. so he coughed.
Both the girl and the woman seemed startled by the reminder of his presense. It was as if he were already not there. For them, he had ceased to exist an eternity of moments ago.
"Well," he hesitated, "I guess I should be on my way. Are there any questions, any papers to be signed, that sort of thing?"
"No," Mary Margot Loeb said, standing as she spoke. ' I believe my secretary and yours have made all the arrangements."
"I see," William replied, feeling strangely disappointed.
He was suddenly so ... redundant.
Mary Margot extended her open hand in his direction. ' I enjoyed meeting you, Mr. Westchester."
"Junior,' ' Dorothy added. She was straightening her skirt out, brushing her hand against it.
William had to struggle to resist making a face at her.
God, I'm getting punchy here, he worried to himself. Talk about a looney bin!
Suddenly he had found himself looking forward to the long, difficult drive that lay ahead of him. He believed he might even roll the Cadillac's windows down for awhile: Let some refreshing, winter night wind blow through the old grey matter.
He needed a tonic!
"I hope you're a frequent visitor," the stunning Head Mistress was saying. "You're welcome here any time."
"I'm glad you feel that way," William countered politely, but thinking 'fat chance!' to himself.
"Good-bye, Uncle William," Dorothy suddenly broke in. She stepped forward and took his hand in hers. For once she was looking human. "I.. I want to thank you. I'm not ungrateful, really I'm not. I know you tried, but...."
Why she was absolutely pretty! Downright attractive! If only the girl had demonstrated this side of her personality back in Manhattan. Then everything would have been different. There wouldn't have been any problem.
William hesitated, then said, "Anytime you want to come home, Dorothy, you know you're welcome."
He surprised himself. It wasn't anything he'd meant to say. But now that he had, he found himself meaning it.
"Thank you, Uncle William. But I think I'll be just fine here. Something tells me that." The girl was looking especially pale in the light of the fireplace.
Then the woman and the girl walked him to the front door, saw him out, and closed it behind him, even before he had stepped off the porch.
It was a very cold evening.
The brown-haired girl sat near a weeping willow tree. The river ran quietly before her. Streamers from the willow, flowing in the breeze, sometimes obscured the sight of her.
A tall woman, dressed entirely in white, her clothes catching and reflecting the slanting rays of the late afternoon sun walked erectly through the tall grasses leading to the river's bank.
She was startled to see the girl sitting by herself. She was throwing the petals of a rose into the dark river waters.
They bobbed away in flurries.
The woman's shadow fell across the seated girl. She looked up, her expression changing from dreaminess to love. She stood.
The tall woman reached out and took the girl in her arms. They held each other, gazing into each other's eyes.
Then they both leaned forward, as if at a common inner signal.
Their lips met in a dream of passion. Although they barely touched, both thrilled to their shared touching.
The girl reached up and touched the woman's cheek. Her fingers traced the curve of her mouth until they discovered her tongue.
The woman sucked her finger into her, looking into her eyes all the while.
It was fascinating!
The brown-haired girl had to struggle to keep from fainting with joy.
The woman in white reached up and held the girl by the wrist. Then she sucked the probing finger in and out, in and out of her warm, moist mouth.
A large fish splashed in the river. Circles radiated across the surface of the water. A tip of the fish's tail was briefly glimpsed.
The twosome sank to the ground. The grass about them was cool to the touch. The heat of the day was fast descending into the perfect warmth of a lazy afternoon.
Nothing in the whole of the universe was harsh.
The woman gathered the girl in her arms and kissed her throat, from the right ear down to the shoulder. Her sharp white teeth bit delicately into the 'tender flesh.
The girl moaned quietly with passion.
She had wanted to be ravished!
She reached out and pulled the woman's head toward her own, then fastened her lips to the other's.
The kiss lasted for many long moments. First it was tender, all searching and innocence; then it was passionate, insisting and assertive. Then, again, it was tender and searching.
One kiss carried them through an encyclopedia of emotions!
They pulled away from each other, one regarding the other with an equal curiosity and shock. Neither of them had expected so much, thoughmuch had been desired.
"Didn't you hear me knocking?" a voice said.
The woman in white slipped the girl's blouse from her shoulders.
The skin revealed was as white as snow, as warm as fresh milk, as pure as an Artie wilderness.
Her lips traced every path of the girl's body. They searched out every secret. They explored every path, no matter how hidden.
Both knew the joy of exploration.
"Wake up, Catherine," the voice said, still gentle but firmly.
The woman's tongue was buried in the valley between the girl's legs. It separated and entered the moist cave of flesh.
How wonderful it was! How utterly, completely, delightfully wonderful.
Catherine woke with a start!
Mary Margot Loeb stood smiling down at her.
"Oh, Miss Loeb, I was dreaming!' Catherine smiled back, leaning slightly forward in her chair.
"You fell asleep," Mary Margot observed.
"Did I?" she mused, "Often I think we live only when we're sleeping ... and dreaming. Sometimes my dreams seem so much more real than anything else."
"Would you like to meet your new roommate?" Mary Margot asked. "She's changing now."
Catherine jumped up. Her beautiful brown hair was streaked with highlights, reflecting the flame that burned in the fireplace.
There was a knock at the door.
"Come in," said Mary Margot.
The door opened and Dorothy appeared.
"Oh, how lovely!" she exclaimed. "I had no idea each room had it's own fireplace!"
"I'm Catherine," Catherine said, stepping up and introducing herself. Her touch was very warm and comforting.
The two girls liked each other immediately.
"Yes, I know," Dorothy said, for some reason almost blushing. "Catherine Schramm, was asking about you. I...."
Catherine laughed, sensing the girl's embarrassment and wanting to make things easier for her. She was overwhelmed with an intense desire to make Dorothy Sullivan happy!
" I was asking about you, too!"
"Well, I can see I'm not needed here," Mary Margot interjected. 'This is obviously a marriage made in heaven, if ever there was one."
Both girls blushed furiously.
Mary Margot corrected herself immediately.
Catherine, being used to the surroundings, was the first of the two girls to gather herself.
"Won't you stay and have coffee with us. Miss Loeb?" she asked. "I was just about to go down and get some."
"No, Dorothy's new here, as you know. The two of you have a lot to talk about. So I'll go get the coffee, and.. "
"Oh, no!' Catherine objected sincerely. "You can't be waiting on us! That's out of the question. I'll go!"
"But this is an occasion. This is special," Mary Margot smiled, obviously pleased.
Catherine was already on her way out the door. "I'll be back in a flash!" She turned and walked away, then suddenly appeared in the doorway again. ' How do you take your coffee, Dorothy?"
"Cream and sugar if you have it," Dorothy said."
"Cream and sugar. Got you. And Dorothy, .glad to have you with us!' With that, Catherine was gone.
Her footfalls travelled down the hallway and echoed into silence.
Dorothy stood in the middle of the room, her hands held together in front ol her. She was looking about her, taking in the details of her new home.
The room was large. The two big double beds were lost in its vastness. Pools of shadow contrasted with pools of light. It was all so comfortable and secure.
"It's lovely," Dorothy said again. "It's so much nicer than I ever dreamed it would be. Somehow I expected something a little more Spartan."
"Why surrender to male standards?" Mary Margot asked. She was as much a teacher as any human being, "if something is beautiful and functional I take it unto myself. If it happens to be 'male' and it fits those standards, that's fine. But if it's merely male and not beautiful and not functional, then I reject it, utterly and finally."
"And if it's female and not those things," Dorothy asked, not wanting to argue, but wanting to know.
"Why, my dear and beautiful child," Mary Margot smiled with love in her eyes, "there simply is no such thing! All that is female is beautiful. That is merely fact."
A thrill of self-discovery shot through Dorothy. She felt suddenly liberated, lighter, a traveller passing out of dark forests and into the welcome light of day!
This is what she had been searching for!
"Here we are!" Catherine shouted, pushing the door open with her foot. She was holding a silver tray with all the coffee things resting upon it.
Mary Margot and Dorothy lost themselves in a flurry of preparation, pulling a table up to the fire, setting chairs around it.
Catherine set the tray down, and Dorothy started to pour, asking the others how they preferred their drinks. She was feeling so much at home! It was as if she were born to the place!
"Mmm, that's good!" Dorothy said, finally able to take her first sip.
"We believe in quality here," Mary Margot explained. "Quality in all things, food, thoughts, love ... everything."
There was a knock at the door.
The conversation stopped.
'Who is it," Mary Margot asked. She set her cup down in anticipation. Her eyes were suddenly brighter than they had been.
"Abigail Hendrix,' the voice announced. ' Am I disturbing anything?"
Mary Margo stood, walked across the room, and opened the door. ' Of course not! There's nothing in this house that isn't yours for the asking."
"Ah, that would be perfect, if only I didn't have to ask!' Abigail smiled into the room. "But one wishes."
'Come in and meet our new student, Dorothy Sullivan." Mary Margot invited.
Abigail was already in the room.
"That's why I stopped by,' she said. 'You know I like to meet the new girls as soon as possible." Abigail looked at Dorothy. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to greet you at the door, but Julia Wavecrest-you'll meet her tomorrow-she wasn't feeling well."
"Oh,' Mary Margot Loeb asked, her expression full of concern. ' I hope it's nothing serious."
Abigail looked at her. "No, just a little case of the green-eyed monster. A dose of discipline takes care of it."
Dorothy looked at Mary Margot with her eyes full of questions.
Mary Margot said, 'Some of us at the Loeb School aren't as mature as adults might be. But, of course, that's what Abigail and I are here for. To show the way. That's the essence of the art of teaching."
"Will you have some coffee, Miss Hendrix?" Catherine asked. She held the coffee pot in hand, ready to pour.
"Yes, please, black,' Abigail. 'But most of all I want to chat with Dorothy here." She turned her gaze on the red-haired girl. She was really quite lovely! Pale and delicate and well-shaped.
"I already feel very much at home here. Miss Hendrix," Dorothy offered.
Abigail smiled. ' 'Miss Hendrix' is all very well and good in class and in other formal situations, but please, Dorothy, when we're visiting like this, do call me Abigail."
"Oh, thank you very much ... Abigail," Dorothy smiled. It hadn't occurred to her to call the striking blond woman-anything but Abigail after a decent, but brief length of time, of course. But being invited to do so was not only unexpected, but strangely pleasureable.
"Mary Margot, will you light a cigarette for me," Abigail suddenly asked. She turned to Dorothy to explain. ' I'm trying to stop, but I can't if I carry the nasty things around for me. So Mary Margot kindly does it for me."
Mary Margot reached into the pocket of her loose dress and pulled out a package of Virginia Slims. She took one of the long, thin cigarettes out of the package, lit it, and passed the glowing tobacco to Abigail.
Abigail inhaled deeply, letting the smoke sink into her. She leaned back in the chair savoring the taste and the effect. She was slightly flushed. Was it the cigarette or the fact that she was sitting closer to the heat of the fire than the other three?
The two women and both girls sat in silence for awhile, enjoying the feelings that flowed amongst them in the comfortable room. Talking seemed unnecessary. Their mere sharing of each other's presence was totally satisfying in and of itself.
The flames danced across the big log in the fireplace. They formed living scenes peopled with countless characters and creatures, all in pursuit of each other, all of them brief and glorious.
The cold wind hissed against the windows loudly, and one sent one's thoughts into the flame rather than the icy reaches of the night.
"Well, we'd better be on our way, Mary Margot,' Abigail said, standing. She was strikingly tall! Dorothy hadn't noticed that before. Maybe it was because the big woman carried herself so gracefully.
There was nothing awkward about her, despite her unusual size.
Abigail saw Dorothy's expression and guessed what she was thinking. She'd experienced the same reaction from many others during her lifetime. ' Yes, I'm five foot nine inches tall., in my stocking feet!"
"Oh, but you're beautiful!'" Dorothy blurted out, immediately ashamed of her silly girlish outcry. She started blushing.
Abigail reached out and touched her cheek with the palm of her hand. As hot as Dorothy's face was, it was much cooler than the tall woman's hand.
"You mustn't blush, Dorothy. Now, while you're young, it's charming. But later, when you're older, if you blush people will merely suspect you., of who knows what!"
Reassured, Dorothy stopped blushing immediately. Abigail withdrew her hand. Dorothy sensed loss when she did so.
"It's late, Abigail," Mary Margot reminded gently. She seemed energized by Abigail, as if she drew strength from her presence.
"Yes, I know. It's been rude of me to keep Dorothy up when she must be tired."
'Not at all!" Dorothy objected. She had been tired, but since coming into the house ... the school, she was oddly refreshed. Dorothy felt as if she could go on talking with her fascinating companions all night.
Forever, if possible. That would be more like it!
"Well, there's Julia, too," Abigail added. 'I'll have to look in on her before turning in. It might be better if I didn't, but ... I'm weak, despite the fact that some call me the amazon."
Yes, that's it, Dorothy cried to herself. That's what Abigail Hendrix reminded her of: An amazon! One of those mythological women who lived their lives without men, self-sustaining and self-advancing!
Dorothy vowed to get to the library and find out more about amazons as soon as possible. She wondered if there was much known about them.
" Good night, Miss Hendrix. Good night, Mary Morgot,' Catherine said. ' I hope you don't mind if Dorothy stay up and talk for awhile. I've got so many questions to ask her. And I hope she has some for me? Do you, Dorothy? Really, I want to tell you everything! I want us to be the best of friends! Is there any hope that that might be possible?"
Dorothy tooks Catherine's hand in hers. She didn't even know this girl, but she already loved her. "Of course there is! Much more than a chance! It's a certainty!"
The two women left the room, closing the door behind them.
Dorothy and Catherine curled uo on opposite ends of a small sofa, balancing their coffee cups on the cushions between them.
"Well," Catherine asked, "what's your first question?"
Dorothy hesitated. "Well." she suggested, "what about Miss Hendrix, Abigail I mean."
Catherine was laughing quietly to herself. Her eyes sparkled with amusement.
Dorothy couldn't help but smiling back, in sympathy.
"What's so funny, Catherine?"
"I should have known your first question would be about Abigail. That's how it is with all the newcomers. I was the same way myself. One can't help but falling in love with her.
What, exactly, is it you want to know."
"Oh," Dorothy looked at her. They both laughed with genuine pleasure.
CHAPTER TWO
Catherine was in a mood for telling all she knew. She liked Dorothy very much and she was anxious to win her confidence, to begin with.
"For starters, Abigail is in charge here. Actually, she owns the school. And she makes all the decisions."
'Oh?' Dorothy asked, surprised, "I thought Mary Margot was Number One around here."
"That's the impression that's given,' Catherine agreed, 'but it's Abigail who's really in charge. Mary Margot is ... how do they say it?, .a 'front.' Abigail finds it convenient to let people think Mary Margot runs the show. Frees her to pursue her real interests."
"Come to think of it," Dorothy reasoned, 'no one actually said differently. I merely assumed Mary Margot was in charge."
" Because you were led to assume that," Dorothy enlarged. 'But if you think about it, you'll recall that nothing definite was ever said about it one way or the other."
"That's true. But if Mary Margot is the Head Mistress to free Abigail, what is it Abigail does with her time?"
"Well, she's a 'Jill of all Trades,' to use her own phrase. Let's see now, I don't want to leave anything out."
"Please don't" Dorothy encouraged.
"First, she's a registered nurse," Catherine began.
"Is she now! Well, that is interesting. She certainly doesn't seem like a nurse!"
What is that supposed to mean,' Catherine asked. She sipped from her cup, watching Dorothy over the edge of its lip.
"I mean, well, I guess I mean nurses have something about them that says they're nurses.
A certain stiffness of some kind, I can't quite explain it. It's more of an impression than a knowledge."
"Woman's intuition, eh?"
"Yes, I suppose so.
There's another word for intuition, you know,' Catherine said, the trap being laid obviously revealed by the glint in her eyes.
Dorothy didn't mind, though. If Catherine should prove her wrong, it would be all for the good. It would mean she was closer to a truth than she had been.
"I'd like to know what that word is."
"Intelligence!' Catherine beamed!
"Yes, woman's intelligence! I agree completely!" Dorothy said., the happiness evident in her voice. She was right about the joys of being proved wrong. Some traps were best walked into after all!
" Would you like to smoke?' Catherine asked suddenly."
"Smoke? Oh, no thanks, thank you. That's one habit I'm glad I don't have."
"I didn't mean cigarettes,' Catherine smiled. "I meant Mary Jane. Smoke. You know, marijuana!"
Dorothy was shocked! Not because she had been exposed to the drug before, of course. She had. She knew dozens of people who smoked it on a regular basis. It had even been offered her before.
But the question had been sent sailing at her, suddenly and without warning, right out of the blue.
"Oh, well, I...." Dorothy stammered 'You haven't smoked before!' Catherine announced as if making some sort of major discovery.
"To tell you the truth, I haven't. Is it popular here?' she asked.
"Some of us smoke it, some of us don't. It's optional." Catherine explained.
"And Abigail ... she doesn't object?"
"You know how expensive this place is? You know how many schools are starving for paying students? And remember this: Most of us here have travelled, have been around a little bit. I mean, my father is one of the most important film directors of the 40s!"
'Oh, yes, , I recognise the name now!" Dorothy exclaimed. "And you're is daughter?"
" Yes, and my mother's' Catherine laughed.
The brown-haired girl was so friendly! She inspired confidence. Anything she suggested had to be good.
"Listen, Catherine, I believe I will smoke, if you will,' Dorothy announced. ' I can't think of a better way to christen my first evening here."
"It's a good enough beginning,' Catherine smiled, looking very mysterious.
She got up from the sofa and walked into the shadows at the far end of their big bedroom. Dorothy couldn't help but notice the way she walked. She was all girl. Or rather, she was all woman.
The sound of a heavy dresser drawer opening was heard. There was a brief digging about, then the door was closed again.
Catherine came walking back into the light. She held a small bag in her hand.
"I'll roll. I'm not very good at it, but it'll do," she said, taking her place at the opposite end of the sofa again.
She took a package of papers out of the bag and peeled two sheets from the package. With the very tip of her pink tongue, she wet the outer edge of one of the sheets, then pasted two of them together.
She sprinkled a generous amount of the tobacco into the papers, rolled it up in a fairly tight stick, licked the outer edge of the second paper and glued it shut.
It was done with great charm. Catherine made it look like the most attractive thing one could possibly do. But, then, she made everything she bid seem attractive. It was one of her many gifts.
'Here we are!" Catherine announced, holding the joint out to Dorothy. ' You're new. You go fast!"
Without saying anything, Dorothy reached out, took the joint, and put it in her mouth, careful not to wet the tip of it with her lips or tongue.
Catherine slid across the sofa and settled down next to her new friend. She rested her arm on the back of the sofa, her hand resting lightly on Dorothy's shoulder.
"Here. Let me light if for you,' Catherine offered, holding a Zippo up.
Dorothy inhaled the smoke into her lungs. It had a slightly sweetish odor, something like fresh straw. In any case, it was pleasant and animal.
The two passed the joint back and forth between them. At first, nothing was said as each girl held the smoke in their lungs as long as possible. But as the joint was smoked down and the drug began to take effect, they started chatting again.
It was the best smoke money can buy. One hundred and fifteen dollars an ounce, and worth every penny of it!
"What else about Abigail?"' Dorothy asked, turning the conversation back to her favorite subject.
Catherine giggled, then gained control of herself. ' You sure do have Abigail on the brain! Isn't there something else you'd rather talk about?"
"Like what?" Dorothy asked. The drug was having more of an effect than she thought it would. She was seeing everything with exceptional clarity.
For example, she was seeing Catherine Schramm as if for the first time. The girl was extremely beautiful. Her wonderful brown hair framed a perfectly oval face. Her eyes were wide and set wide-apart. She seemed to be peering into your soul when she looked at you.
""Like what?'" Catherine quoted Dorothy's question back to her. "Like who do you love the best?"
Catherine's hand slipped down Dorothy's shoulder. Now it was resting fully on her body. The warmth of it was intoxicating.
"Why don't you just smoke some more of this and relax. I'll tell you everything I know about Abigail tomorrow. But for right now, I want to ask you questions. I mean, what's fair is fair. Haven't I answered all yours?"
Dorothy leaned back on the sofa. In doing so, she was literally placing herself in Catherine's hands.
"That's more like it,' Catherine smiled. ' You know you're beautiful, don't you?"
Dorothy blushed again, despite Abigail's good advice. No one had ever said that to her before. Was she beautiful? She wasn't sure. Wouldn't that be up to some one other than herself to decide?
"I don't know. Am I?" Dorothy asked.
Catherine looked her straight in the eye. Was the red-haired girl putting her on? She studied Dorothy's face looking for a clue. No, she was all innocence and asking.
"Yes. You are beautiful," Catherine finally said. "If you don't already know that, take my word for it. And I'm an artist, or at least I will be one day. I have very good taste. I know what I'm talking about. And, yes, you are very, very beautiful, Dorothy."
"Thank you,' Dorothy said quietly, her eyes downcast. ' I. I think you are, too, Catherine."
"Beautiful?' Catherine asked.
"Yes,' Dorothy answered. "Beautiful. I knew that the first moment I looked at you. It made me very happy. It ... it still does."
"Dorothy, can I ask you a personal question. It's more of a favor, actually. If you don't want to, I'll understand. No hard feelings."
Dorothy nodded agreement. "Whatever it is, I'll try to say yes. I want to please you, Catherine. I ... I haven't felt that way about anybody in a long time, not since my parents ... not since my parents ... died!"
The words spilled out of her like air from a punctured balloon. Dorothy burst into tears.
Catherine put her arms around her and held her close, stroking her lovely long hair. She felt warm and good.
"There, there, don't cry. Or if you must, cry on my shoulder. That's what I'm here for. To be your friend and to love you."
Dorothy sobbed pitifully. All the tension of the past year gushed out of her. She had felt so lonely. She was so alone! And her uncle wasn't much help, but he was all the family she had left. It was only just before he left the school that evening that she'd felt anything positive for or about him.
Catherine was rubbing her neck, her fingers and palms massaging the tension and fear out of her. Oh, Catherine was so good. She even smelled good, all fresh and flowers.
Dorothy was sinking into her self-induced drug dream. All the tensions of the past year seemed to be evaporating. The death of her parents in that terrible car accident in the south of France.
The long days of tearfulness washed across her memory. The trip to New York, usually so exciting and revealing, had been a journey through dread. Dorothy didn't know what to expect, but in no way had she been prepared to live her uncle's lifestyle.
Dorothy was suffering terribly because of the death of her mother and father, and she couldn't cope with the smart parties, the clever conversations, the worldliness of Uncle William's friends.
Even the drive to the school had been tiring.
Catherine's hand felt so good on her neck!
The steady pressure of the massage relaxed Dorothy, and for the first time she really felt the unhappiness of the past year.
Oh, how she needed a friend!
Dorothy looked up at Catherine and studied her face.
How beautiful the brown-haired girl was. Her last name was Schramm but her looks didn't suggest the German so much as the Spanish. She was darker than blond.
"You aren't German, are you,' Dorothy asked.
Catherine smiled at her.
"Well, I am part German, of course. That's on my father's side. He's a pureblood."
Both girls smiled at each other. Dorothy reached out and touched Catherine on the cheek.
It seemed to startle the darker girl.
Although Catherine was the more aggressive, it was based on a confidence born of desperation.
It explained the slight suggestion of anger about her.
Catherine wanted to be loved, but she was very much afraid of it. She was like a whipped dog who wags its tail to be petted and played with, and then growls, perhaps even bites, when some one offers to make it happy by paying some attention.
"And the other parts?' Dorothy asked.
"My other parts ... are distinctly on my mother's side. Spanish. Herrera. A proud old family with many, many branches and thick, long reaching roots."
Dorothy could feel all the tension draining out of her. The sudden release of it was like a shock. She could feel herself slipping away.
She was going under as surely as if she had taken sleeping pills. It was odd in the sense that her mind wasn't going to sleep. Just her body.
She felt as if a part of herself was slowly detaching itself from her physical being. In her imagination, she formed a picture of a ghost-like second of herself, call it her soul. And she saw it floating upward out of her body, attached only by a slender silver thread.
"Why don't you lie down?" Catherine was saying.
Dorothy was perhaps just a bit frightened. She was slipping into darkness. It was warm and comforting, but she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to go. The unknown is, after all, frightening.
She decided to face whatever had to be faced.
"I'd like that, but I'm almost too tired to move,' Dorothy explained. It occurred to her that what she was saying probably sounded awfully stupid or terribly spoiled.
She hoped she wouldn't find herself in the position of having to explain herself.
Wonderfully, Catherine understood, correctly and immediately. Without saying another word, either of permission or explanation, the dark-haired girl stood up, grasped Dorothy under the arms, and in a few, graceful movement had Dorothy on her back, stretched out on the cusions of the large, black, leather sofa.
Catherine then picked Dorothy's head up and slid her body beneath her. ' I'll be your pillow. You just rest and fear nothing. I'll stand guard over you and see to your solitude."
Dorothy let herself go completely limp.
Her body felt incredibly heavy.
She tried to move, but couldn't. And, strange as it was, she wasn't frightened anymore. She understood clearly that if she was feeling the way' she was, the best thing to do was to accept the feeling and go with it, rather than resist.
Catherin squirmed around in the deep cushions, making herself more comfortable. At last, she too, was positioned just the way she wanted to be.
The two girls fit into each other like a hand in a tailor-made glove.
After ten minutes or so floated away, Dorothy finally asked, "Were you born in Spain or Germany."
'Argentina,' Catherine answered. 'My father was the Minister of Agriculture when Peron was President the first time. That was back in the Fifties."
"And your sign?' Dorothy asked.
"What do you mean?" Catherine looked down at her.
"I mean what astrological sign are you?' Oh! Well, I'm a Scorpio. Did you know each sign dominates a different part of the body. What sign are you, Dorothy?"
"I'm a Libra."
Dorothy enjoyed the warmth of the other girl's lap. She did make a wonderful pillow, the best in the world.
"That mean's you probably have trouble with your feet," Catherine said matter-of-factly.
"I do!" Dorothy almost shouted, amazed that Catherine should have guessed that. Her feet were extremely sensitive.
Catherine was smiling a generous smile. She stroked Dorothy's lovely red hair like a loving sister. How well the two of them got along together. Why, it was as if they had known each other all their lives.
It was a miracle of sorts.
"It's characteristic of Libra,' Catherine explained. "Do your feet hurt you now."
" They always ache. I guess I'm just used to it now. Even the shoes especially made for me hurt. That's really amazing. I never gave astrology any serious thought before, but that's really interesting. What sign did you say you were?"
"Scorpio," was all Catherine said. She knew Dorothy wanted to ask what part of her body was associated with Scorpio, but instinct told her to take it easy and wait for Dorothy herself to ask.
It didn't take long.
"What part of the body does Scorpio ... 'rule.? It that the word: 'Rule'?"
"Scorpio rules the groin,' Catherine was pleased to explain. The itching in her V was beginning to be very insistent. "Scorpio rules the sexual impulse."
There was a long pause.
"I didn't know that either," Dorothy finally confessed.
"Do you want me to rub your feet, Dorothy?" Catherine asked. She held her breath in anticipation of the redheaded girl's answer. If only she'd say yes.
Dorothy took a long time answering. The drug had a certain effect of making everything said extremely visual. The mere mention of a word created a strong picture of the word in her head.
The word 'Scorpio' was a distinct danger word. The image of a scorpion hissing with rage flashed through Dorothy's mind. Then the image of a groin replaced that dangerous image with an even more involving one.
She closed her eyes , briefly.
"Would you rub my feet, Catherine? That would be so nice. My mother used to do that for me. How I used to look forward to it! It was one of my greatest pleasures."
"Of course I'll rub your feet for you,' Catherine agreed immediately, "i can't think of anything I'd like to do better. Just let me get up."
Catherine slid out from beneath Dorothy's head. She walked across the room, pulled two pillows from her bed, and brought them back to the sofa.
She slipped them under Dorothy's head.
"Now you just relax. Don't think about anything. Say whatever comes to mind. And if nothing comes to mind or you don't feel like talking, don't. The idea is to relax completely. Let your imagination roam. I'll take care of your body for you. You're safe here and have nothing to fear."
Dorothy let herself go as limp as possible.
She could feel the weight of her body pressing into the thick, soft leather cushions of the couch. She felt like she was about to float away.
Catherine stood at the foot of the sofa looking down at her lovely new-found friend.
Dorothy was beautiful. Before she had come into the room and into her life, the red-haired girl had soaked in a warm bath full of expensive skin oils for almost an hour.
Her pale, white skin glowed with an even, soft sheen.
She was wearing a soft white, floor-length gown made of cotton. It was beautifully styled and suggested ancient Greece in its luxury of simplicity.
Her red hair ballooned around her face and draped itself over the pillows under her head. Dorothy was white in white with a red halo of beautiful, thick, long hair.
Catherine reached down from her position at the foot of the sofa and took Dorothy's ankles in her hands. She straightened Dorothy's legs and rested her feet on the arm of the sofa.
The red-haired girl was wearing a pair of fuzzy white slippers.
Catherine slipped one of the slippers from her foot.
The whiteness of the girl's skin almost dazzled Catherine. She quickly took the other slipper off the almost sleeping girl.
Now both her feet were bared to the dark-haired girl's gaze.
How beautiful they were! Small feet, maybe a size five, a six at most. Beautifully formed and perfectly proportioned. The arch was high and firm. Catherine knelt on the thick carpeting. She reached out and took a foot in each hand, just below the heel.
She studied Dorothy's feet lovingly. They were as well cared for as they were beautiful. And they were very beautiful. No blemish marked them. No hint of a dirty world marred them. There were no callouses or corns. There were no signs of misshapeness caused by a lifetime of too tight footwear.
Catherine gripped Dorothy's feet firmly and started rubbing the insteps with her thumbs.
Dorothy groaned with pleasure.
The thumbs seemed to be drawing the last bits of tension out of the girl's body. The were touching Dorothy's feet in just the right way. Waves of pleasure rushed from her feet, up her spine, and straight to the pleasure centers of her brain.
"Oh, that's wonderful!" Dorothy managed to say, not bothering to open her eyes, turn her head, move her feet.
She just lay where she was, passive and enjoying.
"I'm not rubbing too hard,' Catherine asked, glancing up from her work. From her kneeling point of view, the dark-haired girl couldn't see Dorothy's face, which was facing the back of the sofa rather than room.
Dorothy's arms were stretched out at her side.
"Let me try this,' Catherine said, more to herself than her subject.
She leaned forward, turned her wrists inward and toward the sofa. This allowed her to rub the bottom of Dorothy's feet with all her fingers!
Again Dorothy moaned with pleasure!
It was as good as before, but better!
"You have to let me do that to you sometime," Dorothy said. I'm very good at it. I know a lot about it. Promise you'll let me, Catherine."
"I promise you, Dorothy. It's my pleasure to do so. But right now you just think about what you're feeling. Relax, that's all I want from you this minute. That would be doing me a real favor."
Dorothy took her friend at her word and didn't even bother to answer. She did manage a sigh.
Catherine expanded the massage.
She worked on the heel, rubbing it, first hard, then gently. She cupped each heel in both hands, one after the other, rocking the backs of the beautifully shaped feet in the palms of her hands.
She stroked the side of Dorothy's feet with the palms of her hands, her fingers, her fingernails. She stroked the sides of her friend's feet with long, firm strokes, squeezing the flesh with sudden firmness, then relaxing again into the slightest touches.
Catherine loved working on Dorothy's feet!
They were so perfect! So delicate! So womanly!
Catherine began working on the toes. She pulled and stretched each one. She wiggled each toe back and forth, one at a time, working her way across both feet methodically, first the left foot, then the right foot.
Then she started probing the spaces between each toe. She pushed a finger between each pair of them, separating the toes and rubbing firmly down into the Vs.
Dorothy was busy sinking back and forth, in and out of daydream and present reality. The foot massage would send her off to the far limits of her imagination. Then, because of an excess of pleasure pouring into her from the soles of her feet, she'd be brought back to the room and Catherine and the moment at hand.
"I wonder why that feels so good?" Dorothy asked, not particularly caring what the answer was if only the massage continued the way it was.
She was hoping it would never end!
Catherine knew all about it. "Well, they say the feet are sensitive because they're the nerve center for all the body. Different parts of the feet make direct contact with different parts of the body. I won't go into all of it right now, but if-for example-I touch you here, right behind the back of the heels, that will stimulate your shoulders. You feel this in your shoulders?"
Dorothy had never heard that theory before, but was curious to test for herself if there was any truth in it.
If what Catherine was saying should be true, she should be feeling something in the areas of her shoulders as Catherine rubbed certain parts of her heels.
Was she feeling it?
Catherine massaged the same areas over and over again. She was concentrating on just those two spots of both feet.
Dorothy relaxed even more and tried to sense the connection between her feet and her shoulders.
Then she felt it!
There was a definite sensation of pleasure in her shoulders! Fantastic! A real discovery!
'I can feel it, Catherine!" Dorothy said aloud, her voice full of excitement.
"Okay, but stay relaxed, or you'll ruin it. The whole secret is relaxation and contemplation. You have to be aware of what's happening and let it happen without in any way blocking the flow. Let me try something else."
Catherine gripped Dorothy by the big toes and began pulling them gently, as if she were milking a cow. Her grip completely encircled each toe and the pulling was steady and even.
" Now you tell me what's being manipulated,' Catherine suggested. Then I can check my theory out by comparing it to your reports.
Dorothy began concentrating again. She started with the actual feelings in her big toes and tried to trace the feelings through the ankles and up her legs.
Where would this part of the foot massage touch her?
It was more than just an interesting question.
CHAPTER THREE
Abigail Hendrix stood in her room.
It was the largest of the large rooms in the old mansion. It looked out over the surrounding woods, the best view in the entire county.
The full moon illuminated the woods like a huge spotlight. One could see for miles into the crystal wonderland of icy pines.
Inside the room everything was black. The walls were painted a rich, chocolate brown.
The floors were covered with a luxurious carpet of the choicest shag. The overstuffed furniture was upholstered in leather, shades of brown, dark grey and black.
A bank of mirrors -lined an entire wall, from corner to corner, floor to ceiling. They doubled the size of the already impressively large room.
A huge canopy dominated one corner. It was modern in design, with trim columns of oiled walnut reaching up to the high ceiling. The columns were trimmed in heavy, highly-polished brass.
The bed was a strong as it was comfortable. In fact, it was deceptively strong! Delicate as it looked, it could withstand tremendous pressure. It could support literal tons, if need be. Abigail was standing in the middle of the room, lost in thought. She was sipping the remains of her third martini. The drink was perfectly mixed, chilled just the way she preferred it!
Mary Margot knew how to follow orders.
Abigail turned and studied her full figure in the wall of mirrors. She drained the martini glass dry. set it down, and walked toward her own image.
Then, standing in front of her reflection, she reached over and opened a door in the wall of mirrors. The door she chose, like all the others in the row, was almost eleven feet tall.
Then Abigail opened a door to the left of her. Now she was surrounded by mirrors on three sides. Her image Was reflected into itself and back again a thousand times. Now Abigail was more than herself, and she took pleasure in what she saw.
A slight click announced the opening of the door that lead into Abigail's bedroom.
Mary Margot Loeb stood in the doorway, framed by a pale light that filled the hallway outside.
"May I come in?" Mary Margot asked, still holding the doorknob in her hand, ready to go without complaint if the answer should happen to be no.
"Yes, do come in, Mary Margot," Abigail answered. "I was just thinking about you."
Mary Margot stepped into the room, careful to close the door quietly behind her. There was no click of the lock.
She started to walk into the room and toward Abigail.
Abigail stared at her. Mary Margot froze.
At last Abigail said, "Don't you think you should lock the door, Mary Margot?' Her voice dripped with annoyance.
"Oh!" Mary Margot cried, and she hurried back to the door. She turned the lock. The heavy bolt slid into place. Then she reached into the neck of her gown and pulled out a heavy key that was hanging from a gold chain around her neck.
Without taking the chain off, Mary Margot leaned forward and turned the key in a second lock. Yet another bolt slid into place.
The door was finished in a veneer of oiled walnut but it was made of steel.
Mary Margot walked across the big room slowly. She hung her head as if deeply ashamed of something.
At last she was standing in front of the taller, stronger woman. She stood before Abigail full of sorry and apology. She said nothing, waiting.
"How many times have you forgotten to lock the door when you come in?" Abigail asked her in a very low voice.
"I'm sorry. I'm always ... I just...." Mary Margot tried to explain.
"You disappoint me terribly!' Abigail said, not shouting, but quietly.
It was like a slap across the face with a belt!
Mary Margot shook with unhappiness. And anticipation.
"You realize as well as I do that your failure to obey orders perfectly is a subconscious attempt to overthrow my authority,'" Abigail said. "You know it isn't so much the action itself that's significant. It's what it means that counts."
Mary Margot longed to explain herself. Then she cursed herself for even that. Wanting to explain was not her place. She was simply to "do or die."
"Come here!" Abigail commanded!
Mary Margot moved even closer to the tall blond woman. Now she, too, was standing in the range of the three reflecting mirrors.
The two of them were reflecting endlessly into each other.
Mary Margot was lovely to see! The tall blond woman stood looking down at her. Her beautiful hair fell in a sheet across her shoulders. She was tall and slender and firm.
Her beauty was that of the true aristocrat.
"You may kiss my body," Abigail said, feeling the juices within her beginning to stir.
Without daring to look up, Mary Margot open Abigail's robe, leaned forward and started licking her breasts.
She licked and kissed them until both beautiful globes of flesh were glistening beneath her tongue and lips. She licked them from the tips of the nipples up to Abigail's beautiful chest. She worked her tongue all around them, around and around, back and forth, up and down.
Abigail closed her eyes and concentrated on her pleasure. Mary Margot's hot, wet tongue was the best she had ever encountered. That's why she agreed to take her on and share her life with her.
She was the most exciting woman she knew and she was completely at her command.
"You may touch me while you kiss me," Abigail said. Of course, it was an order.
Mary Margot reached forward and grasped Abigail in her palms. Each of her tits was large, but very firm to the touch. The were wonderfully full and heavy in her palms.
The nipples were big, like half-dollars. They were delightfully brown and contrasted beautifully with the sheer white of the amazon's skin.
Mary Margot sucked one of the nipples into the hot cavern of her mouth.
It responded immediately. It grew harder and seemed to come to life beneath Mary Margot's ministrations.
But the big blonde wanted more! "The other one! Give the other one the same attention!" Abigail commanded.
Mary Margot started sucking the other nipple immediately. It too responded with the first contact.
The big blond woman rocked gently back and forth on her heels as the aristocratic Mary Margot licked and sucked and kissed. Wave after wave of pleasure shot through Abigail.
Her whole body was beginning to respond to the sensations she was experiencing. Her hardening nipples made her more aware all over.
She was being beautifully sensitised.
She was being turned on!
Abigail reached down, took Mary Margot's head in the palms of her hands, lifted her face to hers, and buried her tongue in the other woman's mouth!
Mary Margot sucked Abigail's tongue into her mouth. She sought it out with her own and worked around it, shaping her tongue to the changing shape of Abigail's.
Abigail worked her tongue in and out, in and out of Mary Margot's mouth. She teased and tormented her with it, always threatening to pull it out and away.
Then she started licking Mary Margot's lips. She ran her tongue over her lips, from one corner of her mouth to the other and back again. Mary Margot's lips were shining with the blond woman's spittle:
Abigail stepped forward and took Mary Margot in her arms.
The aristocratic woman put her arms around the cool, blond amazon. They held each other firmly, feeling the curves of their bodies as they formed into a single, warm entity.
Abigail leaned down and started sucking Mary Margot's left earlobe. She sucked the tender bit of flesh in through her lips and bit it delicately with her teeth.
Then she started taking more of the ear into her mouth. She bit down on the ear and breathed heavily into the cavern of it.
Mary Margot shivered with delight!
She started licking and kissing Abigail's throat. She ran her tongue against the creamy flesh at the base of the blond woman's neck. She kissed and licked whatever her hungry mouth could reach.
Abigail now had Mary Margot's entire ear in her mouth. She was running her tongue in the folds of it, probing as deeply into her ear as she could. She sucked on it with passion.
Mary Margot was leaning hard into the amazon. The sound of the searching, hot wet tongue was deafening. It filled her world. It seemed to exist while nothing else did.
The sensations of the hot breathing and the licking tongue were driving Mary Margot crazy! She loved to have her ears sucked! Her nipples were getting hard as a result of it. Her cunt was beginning to get juicy. Her knees were beginning to tremble.
They always did when Abigail worked on her!
Mary Margot adored her!
"Who do you belong to?" Abigail asked, suddenly pulling her mouth away.
"You! Only you!" Mary Margot answered immediately, not having to think about it.
"Then why do you fail me in so many little ways! Like not locking the door when you come into my room. You know what the rules are. I've explained them to you. I've explained their meaning and significance. Tell me!"
Mary Margot was nearly in tears. Oh, she hated disappointing Abigail. Why, indeed, did she so often fail the fantastic blond amazon. She tired! She tried so hard!
And yet she failed!
What could explain it? Mary Margot was absolutely devoted. She did everything she was told to do, and she was happy to do it. There was no question at all of her not wanting to obey perfectly.
Indeed, that's all she wanted out of life. To be at Abigail's command.
Mary Margot didn't know what to say in way of an explanation. It was a mystery beyond her understanding. She stood helpless and miserable before it.
"I deserve to be punished,' she whispered softly.
Abigail smiled.
Thousands of smiles reflected themselves back at her.
"Take your robe off," Abigail said. She took the other woman's arms from about her and held her at arms length.
Without looking up at Abigail, Mary Margot untied the belt that kept her robe closed.
The belt fell to the floor as the robe fell open.
Mary Margot's body was as beautiful and aristocratic as her face! She was tall and well-proportioned. She was mature, but correctly so. Her figure was in no way underdeveloped.
"Take it off," Abigail said, glancing over the other woman's shoulder. She studied their images in the mirrors. She enjoyed watching their love-making from as many angles as possible. And this was her best point of view.
Mary Margot slipped her robe from her shoulders. It was allowed to fall to the ground around her feet.
She stood naked and passive before her lover.
"Very nice, Mary Margot. Very nice!"
Abigail ran her hands up and down Mary Margot's sides. She stroked her like she would a horse, felling the firm flesh beneath her palms. She like the way Mary Margot shivered at her touch.
" Suck my nipples!"
Mary Margot leaned forward and started sucking Abigail's nipples again. They were even harder now than they were before. Her submission excited the blond woman.
And as Mary Margot sucked Abigail's nipples, Abigail leaned over and reached down, running her hands over Mary Margot's ballooning asscheeks.
They were full and firm and warm.
Mary Margot gashed as Abigail explored her flesh with her hands, and she sucked her nipples with even greater passion. She drew them into her mouth and nibbled at them gently, but over and over and over again. She knew how to please her lover!
Abigail was turning into flame!
She reached down even further and, without warning, shoved the fingers of her right hand into Mary Margot's cunt!
It was wet with passion and her fingers had to struggle to find the throbbing clit and pinch it into captivity. It struggled for its freedom, but Abigail had it firmly in her grasp.
"Get on your knees! Show me how much you love my pussy! Get on your knees and bury your face between my legs! Wish that tongue of yours around and prove you love to me! Make my juices flow! Turn your lover on!"
Mary Margot fell on her knees before the tall blond woman.
Abigail's cunt hair was as blond and soft as the. hair on her head. It glistened with the juices that had already dripped out and had been spread around when they were locked together in each other's arms.
Mary Margot leaned forward and, without preliminaries, shoved her hard, pointed tongue as deep into Abigail's cunt as she could.
It was wonderful! Abigail was wonderful to eat out! She never used any of those ridiculous vaginal deodorents and the smell of her was animal and womanly.
It drove Mary Margot mad with excitement!
She worked her tongue up and down Abigail's cunt lips. She licked them from the top to bottom, from side to side, around and around. She shoved her tongue in and out of her cunt.
Sometimes she'd shove her tongue in and leave it there for long, delicious minutes, wiggling it all the while!
Abigail spread her feet to get a better stance.
Her long, beautifully-shaped legs were magnificent. She was like a goddess! Sure and beautiful and cruel!
She reached down and shoved Mary Margot's face deep inside her.
"Work that clit of mine! Make me come!"
Mary Margot sought out and captured the blond woman's sensitive clit. It was hard and glistening with juices, her own and the other's. She licked and sucked it, trying to make as much contact with her love object as was possible. She knew the pleasure she was giving the other and her only desire was to give even more, even greater pleasure.
Mary Margot Loeb was an inspired lover!
She slurped and sucked away as if she were a great musician and Abigail was her precious instrument. She wanted to play Abigail and make her sing and delight her with the beauty of her existence!
Abigail stood on her tiptoes and crouched down slightly.
Now Mary Margot was better able to reach and pursue the object of her love. She buried her head in the blond woman's bush. She could feel the heat of Abigail's thighs against her ears and the sides of her face.
The blond woman's thighs caught her head like a pair of fleshy pliars and held it firmly in place. Now she couldn't rock her head back and forth and had to work her tongue with even greater ferocity if she were to continue sending waves of pleasure rearing through her lover!
"Use that tongue of yours! Make me feel good! Think of what you're doing! Get it! Get on it! Make that clit of mine happy to be a clit!" Abigail was shouting.
She loved having her pussy worked on by an expert like Mary Margot! How many times had she been turned on by some good-looking woman only to find her boring sexually!
All smoke and no fire!
Once she had had a lover in Sweden. One the the ugliest woman in the country. Maybe in Europe! But she sure did know how to satisfy! She was the one who made Abigail the sex expert she was today.
After Atalanta every other woman was a disappointment. Why, for three years Abigail didn't even bother to have sex. What was the point to it.
No body satisfied her. No one knew how.
That's when Abigail got down to business and made herself a lot of money fast. She was brilliant that way, but until Atalanta died she hadn't the energy for all the sex she wanted and the pursuit of money, too.
But once she was free of the sexual drive, Abigail put all her energy and brains into the money-making effort. And she had plenty of energy and brains to put into it.
Of course, her import-export business was a big success.
And she might have gone on with it, the hot chasing-after of money and things.
That's why she had moved to America. The Swedish laws limited her income capacities. But here in America, as high as the taxes were, they weren't as high as they were in her native land.
Her bank accounts grew with even greater speed once she was made a naturalized citizen. She was saving more money than she really knew what to do with.
And it was proving less and less interesting.
The joy was gone. The fun was lost. Her career was boring once the goal of money had been reached.
That's when Abigail started going out and looking for sex again.
When she first started making the bar scene in New York, Abigail was the sensation of the season. Everybody wanted to make it with her, and Abigail made it with every woman she found attractive.
Some of them were pretty good, too. Some of them really know what they were doing. A few of them even managed to get her screaming and squirming with pleasure.
But it was still somehow disappointing.
And between that disappointment and the disappointment of a career that was fast getting to be more of a bore than an adventure, life was pretty grim.
Then Mary Margot Loeb entered the picture!
Mary Margot, the daughter of an old Iowa family. Rich, cultured and beautifully educated. Ph.D. from the Pontifical Institute for Medieval Studies, University of Toronto. Speciality Sixteenth Centruy Italian Literature.
And a lover of women.
It was love at first sight!
Three times in bed together and the two women were bound together for life. Each was thrilled with the other. Each satisfied the other completely.
They were perfect compliments.
Where the one was mental, the other was physical. Where the one was practical, the other was dreamy. Where the one was innovative, the other followed.
Now they were a team, a pair, and neither of them could even imagine a life worth leading without the other.
Mary Margot jaws ached terribly! Her tongue was stuck out as far as it would go and she was working it furiously. The delicious flesh she was probing was the thing she most loved in life!
Let it hurt! It was good to hurt if it meant giving her lover more and more pleasure. She didn't care! The important thing was that Abigail be happy and pleased and satisfied.
If that were true, Mary Margot was happy and pleased and satisfied, too. What more was there?
Abigail relaxed her grip. She relaxed her legs and Mary Margot was able to lean in even more into her cunt! Oh, how delicious and wonderful it was!
She lapped up the flowing juices like an adult lioness dying of thirst! The odor of it thrilled her. The taste of it was like the finest wines! Better than the finest wines!
She wanted as much of her lover's juices as she could hold. She wanted every drop. She was willing to work for it and cause it to pour forth. That's what she wanted.
It refreshed and invigeratored her. If she could have as much of Abigail's pussy juices as she wanted, her mind stayed clear and sharp and everything else in life fell into place: her health, her studies, her writings, everything!
"That's it!" moaned Abigail. "Eat my pussy like a good woman! Suck those juices into your hot beautiful mouth. Keep it up. Suck my cunt. Mary Margot could feel the juices all across and over her face. Her nose, cheeks, chin and throat were streaked with proof of Abigail's love for her. Even her shoulders bore witness to the flow of their love!
Abigail reached down, took her lover's head in both her hands, and pulled it away from her drooling cunt!
Mary Margot looked up at her. Her eyes were glazed with passion. She looked like she was heavily drugged. And she was: On Abigail's pussy fluids!
She was literally intoxicated by them.
"Show me your tongue. I want to see the tongue that's giving me so much pleasure."
Mary Margot opened her lips slightly and pushed the tip of her tongue through them. She ran her tongue around her lips, trailing it from one corner of her mouth to the other.
Her lips glistened with the paint of the various fluids.
Abigail reached down and, without saying a word, pulled Mary Margot's mouth open wider.
Open like a wide hot cavern.
Mary Margot understood what was wanted and she stuck her tongue out even further. It was sheer lust. It was pure desire. It was hard and firm and warm and wet and hot.
Mary Margot pushed her tongue out as far as it would go. It extended out of her mouth for an amazing distance. It was bigger and more inviting then most cocks. Much more inviting!
"Fuck me with your tongue! And do a good job! You've already been bad and have to pay for that! Don't make any more mistakes or you'll have to pay for that, too! Now get back there where you belong and work it out!"
Mary Margot plunged back into her golden pool! Her tongue was a probe that met no resistance. Instead, Abigail's wonderful cunt clung to it, clutched it, took it unto itself.
The tongue vibrated wildly inside her.
Abigail rocked back and forth, back and forth on her heels. It was maddening! She had to keep control or she'd tear herself from the wonderful sensations, yet she had to pump her body back and forth for maximum pleasure!
It was just the kind of problem she loved working on!
Mary Margot had to struggle from getting knocked over. Her back was sore from kneeling and from bending over to get her tongue as far and as deep into Abigail as she could.
Her jaws felt as if they had been wired open. They hurt every moment. But her determination to please Abigail was so great, so final, so pure, that the pain never once caused her to consider withholding even so much as the slightest effort. She existed only for Abigail's pleasure.
In a desperate attempt to stay upright on her knees, Mary Margot reached up in front of her and grabbed Abigail's beautiful asscheeks in both hands.
They were warm and wonderful to the touch.
And now, with a better grip on things, Mary Margot pulled Abigail into herself.
Abigail was close to peaking.
She had already had many orgasms, but the wave of pleasure was cresting now, and she hunkered down and pressed herself into Mary Margot's fabulous mouth, hungry and anxious to find relief and release.
"Eat it out, you beautiful cuntlicker! Eat my wet pussy. Make me come! Make my juices flow like the Amazon! Make we overflow my banks!"
Mary Margot was lost in a whirlwind of satisfaction. Her own juices streamed down her legs.
She hadn't been touched. She hadn't touched herself. And still her precious juices poured out of her cunt and streaked her inner thighs with their warmth.
All that was necessary for her was that Abigail be really turned on!
"Yeah! Yeah!" Abigail was screaming!
She broke into her native tongue and her cries were ancient and strange to the ear. Visions of powerful women, free and proud, raced across her mind.
She felt as if she was standing on the very top of a towering mountain. The storms whipped her hair and beneath her, beneath the clouds, great waves broke at the base of a sheer cliff of white stone!
"Oh! Oh! I can't stand it anymore! I'm coming! I'm coming! Yes, and you ... you'll pay for that!"
Mary Margot was flooded by her lover's juices!
CHAPTER THREE
Abigail pushed Mary Margot away from her brutally!
It was always like that after she peaked. Suddenly, she didn't like to be touched, didn't want to be touched.
At first, the sudden and brutal rejections used to hurt Mary Margot with a terrible, burning pain.
But now she had come to accept that, too.
She felt she had no room to complain. Indeed, she now welcomed it as a part of Abigail's pleasure.
And if it was pleasureable for Abigail to push her away, then it was right! Everything existed for Abigail. If it didn't meet her standards or if it didn't interest her, it meant it didn't interest Mary Margot either.
The aristocratic dark -haired woman propped herself up with her right arm. She didn't dare look up. How badly she wanted to see her lover with her eyes filled with satisfaction. Or anger. Or what ever!
"Here! Wipe yourself off!" Abigail sneered, throwing a towel on the carpeting.
She stood towering above her lover as Mary Margot towelled herself dry. The beautiful woman made no attempt to stand until she was told to.
That was correct and it pleased Abigail. A feeling of love washed over her. How good it was to have Mary Margot with her in this lifetime! Without her, everything was dull and without meaning. With her, everything fell into place and made sense.
And Abigail's domination of Mary Margot was in no way a contradiction of the love they felt for each other. Indeed, it was the cornerstone to their love.
The domination set things right between them. It fulfilled them and caused them both to better understand the nature of all things. It was the focus, the lens through which they could consider all things and assign meaning and worth to them.
Mary Margot was through towelling herself. She sat patiently where she was, eyes downcast, waiting to be told what and when and where and how to start the next event.
If there was to be a next event that evening.
One never knew what to expect. There was no way to know. It all depended on Abigail, what Abigail wanted, what Abigail felt, what Abigail wanted to initiate or what Abigail did not want to initiate.
The two women understood each other perfectly.
Each was capable of a great deal. Each was an exceptional person. Each was desireable and possessed of beauty, intelligence and talents. But together the two of them became even more than they were separately. They were a third person!
They literally became something other and more than themselves!
Abigail peered into the mirrors. She and Mary Margot were repeated into infinity. There was no end to their mysteries! How wonderful they were together! Their union was pure and complete unto itself. They knew no dross!
Abigail reached toward the mirror nearest her and pressed a hidden button. The entire panel of mirror, as tall and as wide as it was, flipped completely around in a one hundred and eighty degree turn!
A large chrome and leather chair of ultra-modern design swung into view!
Running up and down both sides of the arms of the sleek and comfortable chair were rows of buttons, each controlling a section of the fabulous secret locked electronically behind the wall of expensive mirrors.
And secret it was!
The chair stayed in its place until the door of Abigail's bedroom was securely locked. There was no way it would accidentally revolve into view.
Abigail sank into the commander's seat.
She stretched her long, beautiful legs out in front of her and spread them wide. Her cunt was still drooling slightly. Her blond pubic hair was matted and sticky.
"Look at the mess you've made of me!" Abigail scolded Mary Margot. "Clean me up properly!"
Without saying a word and thrilled to the core to serve her mistress, the Head Mistress climbed gracefully to her feet and walked quickly into the dark of the room.
Abigail sat back and lit up a Virginia Slim.
She inhaled the smoke slowly into her lungs, enjoying the taste of the filtered tobacco.
Abigail listened as she heard Mary Margot turn the water taps on. She listened as a large and beautiful ceramic bowl was filled with water.
She heard the pause in the music of sounds.
Then she heard the slightly rasping sound of a glass stopper being taken off a heavy crystal bottle. She heard the perfume as it was poured into the bowl of water.
She knew it would be warm, exactly the way she wanted it, exactly the way she liked it. She leaned back in her big, costly chair and stretched like the amazon she was. Yes, life was good again and she once again enjoyed every second of it. Each and every event was sacred and beautiful!
Mary Margot came walking out of the shadows with the big ceramic bowl held in both hands in front of her. The steam from the heated water rose from the wide-lipped bowl.
When at last she stood balanced in front of Abigail, the cloud of steam from the bowl formed a slight halo around Mary Margot's face. She was incredibly beautiful!
"Put it down in front of me!" Abigail commanded.
She watched Mary Margot as she gracefully knelt and placed the large bowl on the carpeting in front of her outstretched legs.
The steam from the bowl slightly clouded the three mirrors that reflected their ever movement endlessly.
Mary Margot took the thick, soft towel she had carried with her and was about to dip an end of it into the hot, perfumed water.
"Don't do that!" Abigail scolded.
Mary Margot didn't catch herself in time and looked up at Abigail with questions in her eyes.
Abigail slapped her hard!
Mary Margot did not cry, nor did she cry out. She understood that she had made a mistake and was happy and willing to pay the price earned by her stupidity.
"Will you never learn!" Abigail shouted. How good it was to let her lover know she was deeply concerned about her. How wonderful to reassure her lover and attend to her humiliation all the time!
It was the true work of artists!
"Ask your question!" Abigail said, quietly. She leaned back into her chair and waited to be properly serviced. It was the source of her greatest pleasure.
How may I serve you?" Mary Margot asked, not looking up at her lover and therefore winning even more of her love.
"I want you to wash me, Mary Margot."
Waves of pleasure broke across Mary Margot's being! Any time Abigail spoke her name was a special time. It meant real love and trust from one individual to another.
What's in a name? Everything!
"Wash you,'" Mary Margot whispered to herself, overflowing with joy.
"Yes, wash me," Abigail continued. "I want you to wash me with your hair! Wash my cunt juices and the juices of your mouth from my body with your hair."
Mary Margot was overwhelmed with the daring of Abigail's command! She could feel the room spinning around her at rocket speeds!
This was a sign of ultimate surrender. It was the highest sort of yeilding to another person.
To wash another with your own hair would have to be the greatest torture.
Or the greatest pleasure!
For Mary Margot it was the greatest pleasure!
She was almost weeping with joy. It was only with the greatest struggle and effort of the will that she was able to ruin everything by breaking into uncontrollable tears!
Thank God she was able to maintain control of herself!
At last she felt confident enough to kneel in front of the steaming ceramic bowl.
Her lover sat stretched out before her! She couldn't see Abigail's wonderful blue-black eyes, her loveable oval face, her fine, full features. But she could see her long, white, firm legs. She could take in the beauty of her adorable blond cunt. She could feast upon the sight of her divine breasts!
"Clean me!" Abigail said.
Mary Margot leaned even further forward. Her face was directly over the big bowl of steaming perfumed water. The overwhelming scent of roses and mystery intoxicated her.
She felt as if she were drowning in her senses!
Abigail leaned forward in her chair.
She studied Mary Margot's delicate profile. Her long, lithe body was straining forward, her back and shoulders straight and graceful. Her slendor, but strong throat supported a classic head.
Mary Margot's long, thick dark brown hair was twisted into a compact bun at the back of her head. It was ingeniously done. With the design of the bun, a single cord held it in place.
Abigail reached out, took the cord in hand, and pulled it.
Mary Margot long hair tumbled loose! It fell in ropes and waves into the heated, perfumed water. The tips of it were soaking in the mixture. The steam was wetting her face. The moisture of the water was creeping up the wet tips of her hair.
The colors in her hair vibrated and shimmered as the moisture touched and penetrated it. One could literally watch the hair becoming more and more luxurious, fuller, thicker, sleeker!
Abigail leaned over even further. The sight of the beautiful woman kneeling before her, her long beautiful hair trailing in a pool of scented water ... thrilled her!
She wanted more!
She placed the palms lightly on the back of Mary Margot's bowed head. Then she slowly pressed down, watching her lover's face inch even closer to the steaming water.
More of her hair went into the bowl.
Now more than half of it was saturated, soaked with warmth and perfume.
Abigail sat forward on the edge of her costly electronic chair. Two full-size mirrors still reflected this scene with her lover. She could see herself sitting on the very end of the lip of her chair.
Her cunt was now directly over the steaming bowl of perfumed water that rested on the floor beneath her.
And between her widely-separated knees, her beautiful lover knelt in submission, her long hair soaking in the bowl!
Abigail flicked off the switches in the chair. It was the second from the end, on the left side, on the left arm that most interested her. The others were merely activated and waiting for commands.
The videotape camera was alive with impressions!
The videotape camera drank in the scene like a river takes rain. It caught every drop of moisture in the air. It captured the brilliant sheen of Mary Margot's long, brown hair. It inhaled the sight of the beads of vapor condensing on Mary Margot's classical head. It was ingeniusly done.
Mary Margot gently lilted handfulls of her thick, warm hair out of its pool. She lifted each heavy strand carefully. She didn't want to shake any more of the wonderfully soothing waters from her hair than she had to.
Her hair was heavy with water. It was saturated with heat and the scent of roses.
Abigail leaned back in her chair and pressed a button. The back of the chair tilted away from her, and she sank even deeper into the cushions.
It was as if she were sitting on the edge of a pier and lying back on her back. Only her legs hung over the edge. Her head rested on a black leather pillow that rose from the top of the back of the chair.
It rose electrically.
And it cushioned her head perfectly. It had been custom-tailored for her. A very expensive chair. About the price of two Cadillacs.
But worth every hard-earned penny of it!
Mary Margot scooted forward on her knees and pressed the front strands of her hair into Abigail's cunt.
The blond amazon moaned with the pleasure of it!
Oh, it felt wonderful! It was the essence of delicacy! It was soft. It was deliciously warm. It was ruthless in its ability to penetrate every nook and cranny of her steaming pussy lips!
It was the art of her lover!
"We me! Wash me!" Abigail groaned.
Mary Margot pressed the mass of hair into Abigail's crotch. The warm water was squeezed from the human sponge that held it. It flowed from the hair onto Abigail's cunt, streaming!
Then Mary Margot rubbed her hair against Abigail's squirming cunt. Again it was wonderful! The scent of roses and musk assailed Abigail's nostrils.
And she could smell her own intoxicating cunt juices blending with the costly perfume.
"More!" she called.
"I want more!"
Mary Margot suddenly leaned away from Abigail's crotch. She had squeezed most of the water out of her hair and onto Abigail, and now Mary Margot wanted to wet her hair again and continue with the washing.
Abigail was annoyed and leaned forward.
"Did I tell you to stop!?" she demanded.
She had been enjoying herself tremendously. Mary Margot made a serious mistake in judgement when she pulled away! She presumed too much! She knew perfectly well that the two of them hadn't done this before and that, therefore, she, Abigail, was to direct all developments, no matter how significant, no matter how minute.
Command was to be total in a new situation!
Mary Margot ignored one of the major rules!
Either that or she had forgotten one of the major rules! And that, of course, was even worse!
Mary Margot Loeb had made a mistake and would have to pay for it. And then, of course, there was the mistake of not locking the bedroom door behind her.
She knew it would happen before the night was over. It happened most nights. Not every, but most. And tonight just reeked of it. She knew about it even before it happened.
Mary Margot was truly in love.
She was really beginning to live for her.
Abigail loved her for it!
"Look at me!' Abigail commanded. The authority in her voice wasn't tinged with any sentimentality or compassion, but both were part of the command. Theirs was a rich, full love that included all the emotions.
But the emotional range of expression and the depth of feeling was possible only because of the strictly defined nature of their relationship.
Each always knew where she stood with the other. Each fully understood who was passive and who was active. Each appreciated both her own and the other's role.
Thus they were both secure enough to feel everything and acknowledge what they felt ... even to themselves.
That was how their mutual clinging to style freed them! Their very limitations was the source of liberation. They held back only to exceed. They edited only to expand.
Both women were lovers and both were artists.
And both were very different.
The one thing they held in common between them was a real understanding and acceptance of what each of them was. That allowed them security and further allowed them to experiment with their lives.
It's all another way of saying: Saving energy for when it's needed. Instead of wasting emotional fuel by running the engine at top speed in a traffic jam, the foot is kept off the gas pedal.
Later, on the open highway, the fuel is still there to be used, when the road is clear and the use of it can be most efficient, most exciting!
"Look at me!' Abigail shouted! Mary Margot had been looking straight into Abigail's face, but that hadn't been good enough. So Abigail shouted the command a second time.
Mary Margot looked directly into Abigail's beautiful blue eyes. How much like deep pools they were! It sounded corny to think about it in those terms, but that's how they were!
"Go get the special."
Abigail was rubbing the insides of her own legs, palms down. Her hands strayed dangerously close to her pussy. U seemed as if she were on the verge of playing with herself.
Mary Margot hurried to get the big dildo Abigail referred to as the special.
It was just behind the partition of mirrors.
But it was dark in the cleverly hidden closet, and Abigail didn't press any of the switches in the arms of her elaborate control chair so there wasn't any light to see by. Luckily, Mary Margot knew the inside of the closet as well as she knew the back of her hand.
She reached for the right drawer without so much as a moments hesitation. When she pulled the drawer open, she knew exactly which position in the row of didloes the dildo she wanted would be in.
It should be the thrid from the front.
It is!
Mary Margot closed her fingers around the rubber dong, took it out of the drawer, and closed the drawer behind her. She walked through the brief passage and back into the mirror-enclosed circle of light on the other side of the mirror-wall.
She stood in front of Abigail holding the huge thing in her hands. It was pale white in color and fourteen inches long. It was two and ahalf inches thick. 'Veins' ran up and down the entire length of the thing.
The cockhead itself, painted a dark pink, was even wider than the rest of the fat cock. It was a good three and a half inches wide. A real flare-head!
Abigail smiled at the standing Mary Margot. Mary Margot would have smiled back had she seen the smile, but of course she didn't. Her eyes were downcast as was proper.
She was staring at the dildo she was holding in her hand.
It had been a part of the collection for as long as she could remember. It had been there for at least four years.
But they had never used it in their love-making before. All the others, yes, in any and all ways. And always with the greatest success and pleasure. But this one was always somehow skipped over. It had never been used before at all, so far as Mary Margot Loeb was concerned, anyhow.
But now it was going to be used! Abigail didn't give orders for nothing. If she had Mary get the dildo, it's because she intended using it.
The question was how.
"Grease it up, Mary Margot. It's time for you to get your punishment."
Abigail was dangerously close to making herself come. The excitement of the humiliation her lover was soon going to have to face was almost more than she could control.
Abigail presssed a control button and a panel in the mirror slid aside. It revealed row after row of glass shelving in a mirrored case of shelves.
Mary Margot reached up and brought down a jar of lubricant. It was used especially with dildoes. It was good and greasy and made working with the rubber dongs easier and more enjoyable for both of them.
The aristocratic woman unscrewed the lid on the porcelain jar and took a generous dab of the clear lubricant and smeared it on the huge dildo. It spread easily across the great length of the troublesome thing.
She paid special attention when she greased up the great, flaring cockhead.
She was afraid it would tear her apart, no matter where it was put into her. For surely it would be she, Mary Margot Loeb, who would have to joyfully endure its invasion.
When the rubber cock was properly greased up, Mary Margot carefully set it down on the floor, placing it in the center of a white towel. It looked oddly out of place there, like the decapitated member of soldiers blown apart in battle.
But the sight of it enflamed the powerful blond-amazon!
Even before Mary Margot got the closed jar of lubricant back on the shelf in its proper place, Abigail had reached down to the floor and taken the vicious looking tool in her hand. She held it in the palm of her hand like a weapon, testing it for weight, gripping and regripping it in an effort to get a feeling for the thing.
Abigail liked being in control when she and her lover were making love. She liked knowing that when and if she wanted to use sex toys , she knew how to use them properly. She knew how to use them to both of their advantages.
When Mary Margot turned from the mirrored shelves to face Abigail, the blond woman was waiting for her, dildo in hand!
"Turn around! Let me see that nice big ass of yours," Abigail demanded, hardly able to contain herself. Her hand pumped in and out, in and out of her drooling pussy!
Mary Margot did as she was told and turned her back to Abigail. Now the aristocratic woman was looking at herself in the mirror. She was still wearing her gown.
She hadn't yet been told to take it off, even though it was open and her flesh was easily available.
"Well?!" Abigail demanded. "What are you fucking waiting for! Take that god-damned fucking gown off! What am I supposed to do: Fuck you in the ass through a quarter inch of fabric?!"
So that was what she was going to do with the terrible dildo! She was going to shove it up Mary Margot's asshole and tear her apart with the terrible thing!
Oh, it would hurt The pain would be unbearable!
No, it would be bearable because Abigail wanted Mary Margot to bear the pain! And not only would it be bearable, it would eventually be pleasureable.
That is the amazing secret of sex. What starts out as pain, maybe even as incredible pain, soon becomes pleasure. The one magically transforms itself into the other, like the larva which becomes a butterfly.
Mary Margot slipped her shoulders out of her gown. Her back was smooth as silk. She slowly lowered the gown so as to reveal her asscheeks with greater delight.
She hoped it would amuse Abigail.
It did!
Mary Margot had a beautiful ass.
Abigail leaned forward and tore the gown from Mary Margot's hands. It fell to the ground immediately, revealing the dignified woman's beautiful upper legs and calves. How lovely she was. All soft and firm and womanly!
Abigail leaned even further forward in her chair and bit Mary Margot's asscheeks! She worked her mouth across the expanse of both of them, biting a hundred little bites, nibbling the tender flesh as if it were unfeeling fruit!
Mary Margot wanted to scream out! Abigail's wide, sharp teeth sent flashes of pain scorching into her brain. Her ass was on fire with the biting. She was afraid she'd start bleeding,, not much blood, but blood nonetheless.
And Abigail didn't like blood!
What she liked was watching the aristocratic woman's skin bruising beneath her attack. She liked watching the dark spots growing on the white skin. She enjoyed the discoloration on the otherwise perfectly clear field of flesh.
And as Abigail bit and chewed her lover's asscheeks, she shoved the flared top of the rubber cockhead into her juicy cunt! The lips spread far apart in retreat before the rubber head and the thing filled her almost immediately.
Abigail worked the cock in and out of her cunt as she tortured her lover. She could feel her cunt clinging to the huge thing, trying to get a solid grip.
Then she pulled it out of herself. It was soaking wet with her own juices. That and the lubrication made it all ready for some good, down-to-earth assfucking!
"Bend over, Mary Margot! I'm going to show you how much I love you. At least fourteen inches worth!"
Mary Margot leaned forward, her hands resting on her knees. As she did so she could feel her asscheeks spread apart, revealing her asshole and leaving it helplessly exposed to attack.
The warm air in the room rushed against her exposed asshole.
The water dripped from her still-wet hair.
She was trembling with anticipation.
Abigail pressed the flared tip of the outrageously pink cockhead against Mary Margot's delicious asshole. A shock of pleasure electrified the dark woman. Her knees began to tremble frantically. She had to work to steady herself.
Abigal pressed the tip of the cockhead against the asshole and shifted the support of the other end of the thing to her palm. She had her palm flat against the blunt end of the huge rubber dildo.
Now all that remained was to push on! On and ahead!
She did!
Mary Margot wanted to cry out! She wanted to scream when the foreign shape was shoved deep into her asshole. She wanted to pull away from the invader.
But of course she did none of those things.
She merely stood where she was, trembling, and endured.
"Spread your feet apart," Abigail commanded, not pulling the dildo out of her lover's hot hole.
Mary Margot did what she was told to do. Even as she moved, she could feel the hard rubber pole pressing against her inner ass muscles. She tried hard to adjust to its presence.
But she couldn't. Not yet.
Abigail smiled, crazy with passion. "I know it hurts, but it's the best thing for you, Mary Margot. It's good for you, good to have a big dildo shoved up that pretty asshole of yours. It's healthy for a scholar to have a rubber cock shoved into her shit shute. It reminds scholars that they're only human, after all!"
Abigail shoved another six inches of the terribly wide dildo up her lover's asshole!
Mary Margot wasn't sure now that she would be able to endure it!
CHAPTER FOUR
Abigail was fascinated by the sight of the dildo as it disappeared inch by inch into her lover's asshole! She already had eight inches stuffed in her.
She knew Mary Margot must be feeling a lot of pain. She also knew that she wasn't feeling any pleasure yet. Usually Abigail didn't go in for fucking with her lover's asshole, so it wasn't used to this kind of abuse.
Well, she'd just have to learn how to handle it. Fast!
Abigail leaned forward, stiffening her palm against the brunt end of the rubber 'toy' and forced more of the thing into the living flesh. She was trying now to go as slowly as possible.
Mary Margot took a deep breath as the thing burrowed into her. She tried to relax, but couldn't. It was just too big for her to handle without hurting.
She was glad to have a chance to really suffer for her lover's pleasure. That was the greatest sacrifice a woman could make for another woman: To endure pain so the other could endure pleasure!
If only it didn't hurt so very, so terribly much!
Abigail worked her own pussy with her free hand. She was drooling like an idiot child. Her hand was wet, soaked with her own juices. She felt like she was a drummer, trying to maintain two separate and distinct rhythms at the same time. The fast movements of her hand in her pussy and the slow shoving-in of the dildo.
At last, all of it was in the dignified woman!
It was completely contained.
Just the tip of it protruded from the gloves of womanly flesh. Mary Margot's asscheeks gripped the blunt stick furiously. Her asscheeks were squeezed as tight as they could get. The hollows in them were extremely pronounced.
The blonde wanted more!
"Play with your nipples! Get them good and hard and let me see you working them,' Abigail demanded.
Oh, no! That would mean Mary Margot would have to take her hands off her knees. But she needed her hands there to keep her balance. The pain of the terrible dildo was disorienting, and she needed the support her stiffened arms gave her.
But she had no choice.
Tentatively, she repositioned her weight, squatting slightly, bending at the knees. Her hands were free at last! Slowly she took them off her knees and raised them toward his breasts.
She gripped her nipples quickly, in one swift movement. They responded to her own touch immediately. They were hard and very, very sensitive.
Oh, it felt good! She squeezed her nipples hard, delighting in the way they felt beneath her fingertips. Her breasts were leaning full away from her chest, crouched as she was. And her nipples were fully responsive.
"That's it! Now you like that dildo, don't you! I knew you would," Abigail taunted.
Secretly, she was extremely pleased.
And she's right, though Mary Margot to herself in amazement! I do like that dildo shoved up my asshole! God, how wonderful it is! I feel so full, so complete!
It was a marvelous discover for Mary Margot. She would never have guessed the nature of the sensation the dildo was now causing. And, of course, she had her lover, Abigail Hendrix, to thank for it.
She loved Abigail dearly!
She was the scholar, true, but Abigail knew so much more than she did. Abigail was wise in the ways of life, in the ways of pleasure, in the ways of love!
Mary Margot turned slightly so she could peek at Abigail in the mirror. There she was! Abigail was playing furiously with herself. Even in the mirror, Mary Margot could see the sticky fluids all over Abigail's fingers and palm.
Oh, she was happy: She was giving Abigail so much pleasure.
And she was getting so much, too!
"Turn around and face me now!' Abigail suddenly demanded. Her voice was heavy and sultry with sexual heat. She sounded like a jungle animal.
Mary Margot straightened her spine, set her shoulders back, and turned to face her lover. The dildo shoved up her ass reasserted its pressure as she stood and turned. It shot wave after wave of pleasure surging through her spine and to the brain's pleasure centers.
Abigail pressed one of the control buttons of her fabulous chair. The back raised itself back into its usual position. She leaned back in her chair.
"Now let me see you play with yourself while I do the same,' Abigail said.
She liked watching Mary Margot excite herself. She was so beautiful when she did that. It was disgusting in a way, but that in itself was a turn on! That so beautiful and dignified a woman would humiliate herself in any and all ways for her was the ultimate sexual, dominance trip for strong-willed, beautiful, blonde Abigail.
She was a personification of the amazon instinct for control and dominance.
Mary Margot slowly reached down between her long, shapely legs. If Abigail commanded her to play with herself, of course she would.
Her fingers found her own outer pussy lips. They were wet all over again, despite the earlier and thorough towelling. She explored the outer ridges with her nails, scraping them lightly across the lips, up and down, back and forth.
Then, with her other hand, she spread the outer lips wide. Her fingers slipped into the throbbing inner cavern. Her clip was jumping with excitement. She could hardly get a grip on the elusive sliver of supersensitive tissue.
'Ohhh!" Mary Margot moaned when at least she located the seemingly shy flesh. She was washed with hot waves of pleasure. It felt so good to be playing with herself when her lover wanted her to be playing with herself.
When her lover wanted something, even something she herself wanted, it made that thing doubly good. No, three and four times as good. That's because then there was the thing itself to enjoy as well as the enjoyment of the lover!
"Lean over so I can suck your nipples!" Abigail commanded. "And don't stop playing with yourself. I want to feel your body jumping and throbbing beneath me."
Mary Margot leaned over the button-studded arm of the expensive electronic chair. Her breasts hung heavy and well-formed in front of her. She was crouched slightly, what with her hand busy working in the suds between her legs.
Abigail fastened her lips on the nipple nearest her mouth. It was hard and warm and she sucked as much of her lover's tit into her mouth as possible!
Then, as she sucked the captive nipple and as Mary Margot played with herself, Abigail reached around the dignified woman's asscheeks and grapped the blunt end of the dildo that was shoved in her asshole.
She wiggled it as much as she could.
"Ahhh!" moaned Mary Margot as the sensations took-over! God, it was wonderful, great, fantastic! It was like all the adventures rolled into one! She was travelling through space, swimming in the ocean and collecting her literary prize in front of a distinguished audience of editors, writers and publishers all at the same time.
There was nothing like it in the world, and what they were doing was the absolute best!
There was no question, no doubt about it!
Everything else was an evasion or a lie!
Suddenly, Abigail withdrew her thrilling mouth! Suddenly Abigail stopped moving the huge dildo in Mary Margot's asshole. Suddenly all the pleasure was cut in more than half!
Mary Margot immediately stopped playing with herself.
That was in keeping with the rules.
Now the question was: What next?
"Get back on you knees in front of me!. I want to see what that mouth of yours can do, now that your jaws have had a chance to get some rest!"
Mary Margot moved into the desire position. The rubber dildo rubbed against her innards with every motion and movement. It seemed to be alive in her!
"Strap this on!" Abigail ordered when she felt things were properly arranged.
"This' was an eight inch long dildo with straps attached. A wire led from out of the base of the thing, opposite the cockhead. Mary Margot knew what it was for, how it was used, and what "the effects of the thing were.
She was looking forward to it, and couldn't get it shoved up her throbbing pussy fast enough!
Ugh, she was stuffed with artificial cock! She had a huge rubber dong shoved up her asshole and she had another big aritificial cock shoved up her cunt!
Abigail made her strap it in place. The straps ran from the cunt-filling dildo and around her waist. Mary Marbot reached around in back of herself and straped it secruely into place.
Then she took the third strap and ran it between her legs. It fastened to the belt, too. Also, it had the added advantage of keeping the bigger dildo captive in her asshole. Now, even if Mary Margot could push the rubber invader out of her, the strap would keep it securely in place.
"Plug the fucker in!' Abigail ordered, not for a moment taking her fingers out of her own drooling, pleasure-crazy hole. It clutched and throbbed with excitement.
Mary Margot quickly located the end of the wire leading form the dildo stuffed in her hot, warm cunt. It had a prong at the end of it, two of them. She plugged it into a socket built into the base of the chair.
The cunt-filler started vibrating immediately.
Mary Margot moaned with sincerely pleasure. Both dildoes vibrated in her and her juices were flowing freely. If only Abigail would let her make love to her beautiful blond, amazon's body. Then everything would be absolutely perfect!
Exactly what she had in mind!
The tall blond leaned back in her fabulous chair and spread her legs out wide.
"Start back on my cunt again! Get that tongue of yours doing something useful! I want you to work on my cunt while I amuse myself with the girls! Hurry up! You know what I want! You know how I like it best!"
Mary Margot fell to her work with a passion. Now everything was perfect. She could stay on her knees like this all night, if that's what Abigail wanted.
If Abigail wanted to look in on the girls in their rooms with her elaborate hidden television cameras, that was perfectly alright with Mary Margot!
If Abigail wanted to peep into the lives of the young female students with her electronic spying equipment, that was perfect! Mary Margot didn't care, not at all!
She was getting more than her share. She dived into the blond pussy and started sucking and licking as if her life depended on it. It gave her the greatest pleasure: Sex with her lover!
Abigail paused for a few minutes enjoying the good cunt-licking she was so worthy of! Mary Margot was completely turned on by the discipline she had experienced that evening.
It was one of the best in their brief but intense and varied years of love making.
Mary Margot's hair was still wet and heavily perfumed. The touch of the hair against her inner thighs and calves was an extra incentive for the search for pleasure.
Abigail pushed the back-control button and found the position most comfortable for her forthcoming electronic survey.
All was now in readiness!
CHAPTER FIVE
The wall of mirrors slid silently away, each large panel folding easily into the next. Then the folded sections slid neatly away.
It was a marvel of engineering.
And it was just part of the fantastic electronic system Abigail used for fun ... and sometimes profit.
Mary Margot continued eating and sucking and licking the beautiful blond woman's cunt.
She wasn't distracted by anything that was going on around her. Her job was to amuse Abigail as Abigail amused herself.
It would be like some one sucking your cock or eating your pussy, depending, while you smoked cigarettes and read the paper. It was simply a continuing pleasure that under-lined whatever other pleasures one had in mind. Or in hand. It was a good arrangement.
Besides, Mary Margot knew all about the elaborate electronic system and it held no curiosity for her. She had been there when it was installed in the big, old mansion.
Mary Margot had, in fact, supervised the entire operation. It was Mary Margot who saw to it that things were done properly. That is, it was the aristocratic woman's job to see to it the the engineers and workmen installed the system the exact way it was supposed to be.
The way Abigail wanted it to be.
That meant a television camera was hidden in each and every room in the mansion. They were concealed behind two-way mirrors. And the cameras allowed Abigail to peer into any room at any time.
The lenses of the television cameras were equipped with telephoto scopes. The cameras themselves were mounted on swivels. They could move from left to right and right to left. They could move up and down. That ease of mobility plus the telescopic lenses gave Abigail complete visual access to the deepest, darkest recesses of each and every room in the house.
Also, the lenses were equipped to operate in the dark. It was terribly expensive, of course, but it was worth it! With the special light-sensitive lenses, the dark could conceal no secrets.
Neither could the girls! There was no place in the school that afforded privacy.
Abigail pushed a lever that was fastened to the side of her chair. It was somewhat like the lever on the side of a barber's chair.
And when she did that, the chair itself and an entire portion of the floor around it ... began to turn! It made a half-circle of one hundred and eighty degrees. Actually, the chair was bolted to a revolving platform of the kind used in automobile showrooms.
And now that the chair and platform had revolved, what was revealed?
A bank of television monitors! Eight of them. That was as many as a lot of small television stations have.
Abigail had done very, very well in the years she took off from her sexual pursuits. She was extremely intelligent and practical. She had made money hand over fist.
And now the school was paying handsome profits, too! It was expensive and the cost of running it was minimal. Both Abigail and Mary Margot did most of the work. And they were the only member of the professional staff who stayed on over the weekends.
They were alone in the mansion with their young female students!
As Mary Margot continued her ministrations, Abigail reached over an pulled a hinged metal shelf across the front of the chair. Now she couldn't see Mary Margot's continually bobbing head, but it didn't matter. She could feel the wonderful things she was doing.
Besides, Abigail now had the controls to the fantastic closed-circuit television system right in front of her. Now the real fun could begin.
Maybe she could find something worth taping for her permanent videotape library. It was already extensive. For she or Mary Margot or both of them had already seduced each and every one of their rich, young students.
And it was all on tape!
In case of a scandal ever breaking, the tapes would provide good bargaining weapons to use against outraged parents or gaurdians.
But scandal was un-likely because each student had been carefully screened for 'personality,' That meant that only young girls with definite lesbian leanings had been invited to live and learn at the Loeb school!
It was a perfect set-up!
Now let's see, Abigail said to herself, who shall I check on first tonight? Ah, yes! Little Julia Wave crest! She was the one who had been possessed by the green-eyed monster.
Abigail had seduced fifteen year old Julia two weeks earlier. She was a delightful subject, all innocence and wonder. She had opened like a flower in time-lapse photography when she had been approached.
But it didn't take much to spoil her!
In almost no time at all, Julia started making demands. She saw herself as Abigail's lover and, as such, thought that she would suddenly be a power in the school.
Julia had started lording it over the other girls. She got into a program of making snide comments that suggested more than they actually said. She had started playing Abigail off against others, including Mary Margot.
Of course it didn't work!
Mary Margot and Abigail didn't advertise their love affair. None of the girls or staff or townspeople knew what was going on between them. They were real cool. The real showdown with Julia happened when the girl overestimated her supposed authority in a meeting with Mary Margot. It was then that Julia almost went so far as to say that she and Abigail were lovers and that Mary Margot, if she was smart and knew what was best for her, would cater to little Julia and show her the respect due to her.
Julia was put in her place promptly.
The girl had tried to retaliate with threats of exposure. Yes, she actually threatened Abigail, telling the blond amazon that she, Julia, would tell her father about the seduction.
That's when Abigail slapped the shit out of her!
Then she pulled out photographs of Julia on her knees eating pussy. There were photographs of Julia with dildoes in her mouth, asshole and cunt. There were photographs of Julia tied to a bedpost and getting whipped.
The girl had no choice but to surrender in the face of a stronger woman. But it didn't end there. Abigail had to punish the young girl for his serious misbehavior.
For the time being that meant no more sex with Abigail!
It broke Julia's ambitious heart. Not only wouldn't she be allowed to experience the wonderful sexual thrills Abigail had introduced her to, but she felt a terrible loss of love and companionship.
Julia had been banned to her room and told to stay there until Abigail felt the young girl was once again fit company for decent, adult people.
It was definitely time to look in on the girl and check the situation out.
The television camera hidden behind the mirror in Julia's room came to life. The little red light indicating 'on' blinked with energy. The camera panned the room, looking for its subject.
There she was!
Julia was propped up on her bed. Books lay scattered around her. She had obviously been studying and grown bored with it. Now she had her nightgown pulled up around her waist and was playing with herself.
Her sweet face was twisted with pleasure. Her fingers were hidden in the mossy mound of her young cunt. She was doing a great job of getting off on herself. Julia was a fast learner, and once Abigail had introduced her to the secret pleasures of the body, she was off and running!
The sight of the young girl playing with herself turned Abigail on even more. She slid slightly forward in her control chair so Mary Margot could eat her pussy with even greater ease.
I think I'll play one of the seduction videotapes back, Abigail said to herself. She punched the proper buttons and monitor number eight glowed into life. That was one of the four monitors used for replays.
The scene was Abigail's own bedroom, the control equipment hidden behind its wall of mirrors. Young Julia was standing in front of Abigail looking excited and frightened.
Her beautiful young body was straining against the school uniform she was wearing. Julia had already removed her jacket and was dressed in the standard dark blue skirt and white, silky blouse.
The curve of her tits and ass were clearly visible through the fabric.
Then Abigail stood up and walked over to Julia. The young girl, startled as she was, didn't back away as the blond amazon approached her. She knew something exceptional was about it happen and she didn't do or say anything to discourage it. No way!
Now Abigail had the young girl in her arms. She was kissing her passionately, feeling her body tremble beneath her touch.
As Abigail watched the television replay of the seduction, she remembered the way Julia had reacted. She wanted to pull away, but she didn't. She couldn't. It was too great a temptation to resist.
Julia attacked! She grabbed the blond amazon and crushed her to her body. She held her hard against her, grinding her mouth hard against the beautiful amazon. She was pinching her as hard as she could.
She, Julia, was going to be in charge!
And she lost no time whatsoever in trying to take control. But it was useless, hopeless.
Abigail simply stepped back and slapped the young girl hard in the face. Before Julia had a chance to recover, even before the initial shock wore off and the tears started flowing, Abigail slapped her again and again.
Now the girl was reduced to near hysteria!
She bolted for the door! Abigail simply stood where she was, watching the girl.
Julia twisted the doorknob. She pulled against the door with the full weight of her body, using all her strength in a vain attempt to get out of the room and away from the woman who refused to be dominated.
Abigail started walking toward her.
As she got closer and closer to Julia, the young girl fought with the locked door with even greater violence.
When at last she realized that there was no way she could get away, Julia turned and faced Abigail defiantly. Her face was twisted with anger and hurt. The tears had left wet tracks down her lovely face.
"You won't get away with this! You think you're so wonderful! You think all the girls are in love with you and that they'll do anything you want them to. Well, you're wrong! You're all wrong! I don't love you! I hate you! And I won't stay in your crumby school anymore, either!"
Abigail stood in front of the jabbering girl and smiled down at her. When the girl seemed a little quieter, Abigail started talking in a very low, authoritative tone of voice.
" Julia, you're very upset. You don't know what you're saying. Just listen to me. Will you?" Abigail had said.
Julia imagined that because the blond amazon was talking to her politely she had won the battle. Pictures of her using the beautiful Abigail in the manner of her choice flashed through Julia's mind.
Just looking at the tapes would tell the observant viewer that the girl was indulging in the sheerest fantasy life.
In no way was Abigail about to surrender her authority to anyone. Certainly not a silly, love-stricken girl.
"Well, what is it you want from me?' Julia had answered her, assuming a false courage that could quickly turn into dominance if not immediately corrected.
"I want you to be a good, sweet little girl," Abigail had answered. She was talking in so low a voice that it was almost a whisper. She was enjoying that wonderful moment when their relationship hung in the balance.
But Abigail had the advantage that came with age, experience and a ruthless need to control.
Julia almost sneered when she heard what Abigail had had to say. It seemed inane to have the big beautiful blond amazon talking about good, sweet little girls."
"And if I'm not a good little girl, what will you do about it?' Julia challanged. The venom was fairly dripping from her tongue. ' Well!" she demanded. 'Why don't you answer me! If I'm not a good little girl, what will you do? Spank me? Will you spank me, hmm?"
Abigail was on her in a flash!
The teenaged girl didn't stand a snowball's chance in hell!
Even before she fully realized what was happening, Julia found herself tied to Abigail's bed! Her arms were stretched out as far as they would go. Her legs were tied and stretched out in the same fashion.
And every time Julia objected, Abigail would slap her hard. And the more she object, the more she got slapped, and the harder. Soon the girl's face was a stinging, hurting mass!
She had never known such pain!
And she still wouldn't submit!
Julia screamed. Her rage was such that she didn't care what happened to her. She didn't care who found out about what. She was prepared to go to her death if need be, but she would suffer no more in the hands of the beautiful woman she thought she loved.
But it did Julia no good!
Scream and rant as she may, no one heard her. The door to Abigail's fabulous room was locked. And it was soundproofed! A cannon could have been shot off in that room and no one else in the huge mansion would hear it.
Now Abigail had her completely at her mercy.
The blond amazon climbed onto her huge bed and crawled to the end of it. There she could look the young girl right in the face: Julia was tied with her back to the fireplace. She faced inwards, toward the headboard.
"Now let's see how big a girl you really are!" Abigail hissed. "Let's see if you're a woman or not. Who knows, maybe you're one of those frigid young things that are dead on their feet."
'You'll soon know who I am and whether or not I'm alive!" Julia shouted, the tears streaming down her beautiful face. "When I get out of here, they're gonna close this place! Then you can think about it ... locked away! Yes, you heard me! Locked away!"
Abigail grabbed the girl's short, thick hair and kissed her full on the lips.
Julia tried to pull away, but of course she couldn't. Her bonds were expertly fastened and totally secure.
Abigail kept up her relentless kissing. She shoved her wet, hot tongue down the resisting girl's mouth. Oh, she was wonderful to kiss! She was as fresh as the proverbial daisy. She even tasted and smelled fresh. No cigarette breath, no odor of closed rooms, no hint of bodily decay.
Abigail straightened her spine and, still kneeling on the mattress at the foot of the bed, wrapped her arms around the spread-eagled girl. She pulled her body toward her.
The pain was terrific! The restraints around Julia's wrists and ankles were padded, but the pressure and weight of her body was enough to hurt. She tried to cry out but couldn't. Abigail had her tongue shoved deeply into her mouth and the sounds were smoothered as soon as they were made.
Julia began to surrender to the delights of Abigail's kisses. There was no resisting the blond amazon's charms. The warmth of her body was intoxicating, like a fabulous drug. It thrilled like a carnival ride. It excited like a hunt. It pleased like a dream.
When Abigail finally tired of drinking the nectar from the young girl's sweet mouth, she pulled back and looked at her again. Now Julia was limp with exhaustion and confusion. The beating and the kissing took all the fight out of her.
Now she was ready for anything.
Not so much turned on, as passive.
Abigail decided to change that attitude immediately.
She quickly unbuttoned the girl's soft, white, flowing blouse. Her skin was cool to the touch. It broke into goose bumps wherever it was touched. She was responding beautifully, like a tuning fork.
Julia's breasts were a wonder to behold. They were small but perfectly shaped. And, hanging as she was from the bedposts, her breasts were completely exposed. There was no way for Julia to prevent Abigail from making love to them. There was no defense.
Abigail moved in!
She played with the girl's nipples, rubbing them gently with the palms of her hands. They were already hard, of course, but the slightest touch made them even harder.
Now the nipples were standing up straight and proud. The little rosebud area immediately around the nipples were patches of goose bumps. Julia was all feeling, all response.
Abigail fastened her mouth to her nipples, kissing one, then the other, and switching back and forth between them as fast as she could. The nipple that wasn't getting kissed wasn't getting ignored either.
Her fingers worked the girl's nipples as well as her tongue and mouth did. Abigail started pinching and squeezing them, enjoying the outbursts of sighs and crys that her explorations caused!
When Abigail finally pulled back from her work, she looked at the captive girl and said, "Now what were you saying about what?"
Julia didn't know how to respond. Just a few minutes ago she would have gone to jail to hurt the blond amazon. She would have died to avenge the insult she thought was being inflicted upon her.
But that was a few minutes ago. That was centuries ago!
Now all she wanted in the world was for Abigail to do anything she wanted to to her! Now her point of view was completely changed!
But she couldn't admit it! The proud, spoiled young girl wouldn't admit it, especially to Abigail. Never to Abigail! No, she would never let the blond woman know how she felt.
Julia's secret would stay forever locked behind her lips.
Abigail once again grabbed the young girl and started kissing her lips. This time she didn't shove her tongue brutally into her mouth. This time the kisses were passionate, but warm and persuading.
And as Abigail kissed her willing victim, she reached down and started unzipping her dark blue skirt. The sound of the zipper filled the room. Abigail heard it distinctly and it excited her greatly.
But Julia was so excited she was hardly aware of what was happening. All she knew was that, for the for time in her young and frustrated life, she was being thrilled in ways she had never even dreamed possible. All of this was too good to be true, much less happening to her, spoiled, demanding, selfish little Julia Wavecrest, professional brat!
The blue skirt fell from Julia's waist and down her legs. The V of her outstretched legs caught and held the skirt above the floor. It made no difference. The important thing was that, at last, her lovely body was fully exposed to Abigail's searching glance! Julia moaned with pleasure! She relaxed slightly in her bonds, and some of the torment of confinement left her. She was beginning to exceed pain and slip into the wilds of pleasure!
Abigail pulled her hapless victim even closer to her body as her hands went roaming downward. She rubbed the young girl's asscheeks and ran her fingernail's across their trembling surfaces.
Oh, she was wonderful to touch! She trembled like a flower in a snowstorm. She was more than alive. She was electrified!
Abigail adjusted her position on the foot of the bed and reached down in front of the girl's lovely legs. She ran her hand inside the elastic of her light blue panties. She explored the girl's waist, reveling in its slendor beauty and warmth.
Then she reached down even further!
The hot little cunt was already moist. Well, that could be quickly changed. A little manipulation and she would be no longer be moist. She would be wet! Dripping wet!
Abigail's fingers played with the girl's cunt as her lips and tongue kissed her responsive mouth. Julia was kissing Abigail as well as she was able to. But the pleasures she was feeling so startled and disoriented her, that she often reared back and lost the lips she loved to cling to!
Then Julia would struggle to make the glorious contact again and she would lunge forward, swinging awkwardly in the straps that held her so open and available. It was pleasure and it was maddening!
Well, Julia thought to herself, as she relived that night's adventure in the monitor, enough of that! Let's see what else is going on in the school tonight.
The videotape replay was blacked out. But before Abigail changed her focus, she took one last look at Julia Wavecrest.
The girl had scooted down on her bed and was playing furiously with herself. Her eyes were glazed with pleasure. When the telephoto lens zoomed between her legs, Abigail could see the girl's exceptional clit as the fingers worked it to a rousing climax.
The flowing juices began to obscure the view, and yet another scene was required.
CHAPTER SIX
Abigail wanted to celebrate the new heights she and Mary Margot were reaching that night, and she did so by checking the pictures presented by each of her hidden television cameras.
She cut from Julia's room straight to the shower room. There was no prettier picture to be found on color television than the sight of young girls showering. Abigail loved to watch her young, virgin students as they scrubbed themselves with Ivory and the suds cascaded down their lovely bodies.
Often, if a girl were in the shower alone, or with a good and discrete friend, she would start to play with herself. It was always an entertaining show when that happened. Always the same, but always somehow new. Abigail never tired of watching the repeat performances.
The girls seemed to specialize in driving her crazy, at least that's the impression she sometimes got. But it was mostly in her imagination, she was sure. It was simply that young girls are as hot as anybody else and they, too, want to satisfy their sexual desires.
The hidden cameras in the shower panned the room. It was empty. Nuts! Now there would be no watching as a young girl shoved her soapy hand into her cunt. Now there would be no close-ups of their searching fingers as they probed their own hot cunts and assholes!
Well, maybe she would have better luck in the bedrooms.
After all, there were thirty-six of them in the mansion. Surely there would be something going on on a terrible January night like this one.
Abigail switched from room to room looking for some action. But each time the camera came to life and searched for subject matter, it sent back nothing but negative, negative, negative.
Three rooms already and nothing going on!
Then she switched to the room of Martha Lundberg. Martha, or Marsha, was one of the older students. Even with her two names she was so self-assured she seemed much older than she was. At seventeen she was a complete and commanding woman.
Just thinking about Martha excited Abigail. Seducing that particular girl had been one of the great thrills in her lifetime. It was as exciting as it was dangerous, and it was dangerous because Abigail might well have fallen in love with the strong, quiet girl.
Yes, she, would have! If Martha Lundberg had tried what Julia Crestwave had tried, she might well have succeeded! Luckily, Martha had other plans for the future, and they did not include Abigail Hendrix. Well, that was just as well. Abigail had her own plans, and she didn't cotton to changing them, either.
Well, we'll see, Abigail thought to herself, as the activated the hidden camera.
The only light in the room came from the light in the fireplace. There was nothing else to be seen. Abigail sent the camera searching. It located some action over in the direction of the closet, which could hardly be seen in the dark.
She activated the special light-sensitive control, and the picture blazed to life. It was as if someone had turned the bright overhead lights on in Martha's room. But of course they hadn't. It was simply the marvelous electronic equipment doing its thing.
And there was Martha! She was stark naked and she was holding dresses up against her body. Her grandmother had sent her a trunk full of her own ball gowns. It had been the talk of the school. Most of the gowns were designer originals, and all the girls envied Martha her inheritance.
The gown she was now holding up was floor-length and made of a delicate, flimsy material. It was exciting to see her naked ass from behind and the image of her fulling dressed reflected in the mirror.
Martha posed and primped in front of the mirror, the muscles in her back, asscheeks and legs constantly shifting as her weight shifted and her postures changed. She was unknowingly putting on quite a show.
"Suck my cunt, will you?!" Abigail demanded suddenly. She looked away from her monitors and stared down with anger at Mary Margot! Sometimes Mary Margot really did deserve to be punished! She had been down there working on her clit for the last ten mintues and, although it felt good, it should be feeling a helluva lot better!
"Wait! Never mind!" Abigail shouted, and she pushed her lover's head away.
She stood up and leaned across the control board, sticking her ass up high in the air. In the mirrors she could see herself reflected endlessly. Mary Margot was already crawling into place behind her.
"I want you to eat my asshole out. I want your hot tongue in my asshole and I want to feel it doing its job! Don't make me tell you everything, just do it! You understand! Just do what you're supposed to do!"
Abigail wanted satisfaction and she was at the point where she didn't care how she got it. Mary Margot would understand that perfectly well. She had better! If there was anything Abigail hated more than anything else it was having to explain herself. Better not do anything than have to bother explaining or justifying one's self!
Wait! Wait! Some one was walking into Martha's room. Hey, it was Patti Lee Goldberg. Maybe something would happen. In any case, Marsha was making no attempt to cover herself.
Abigail decided to add to the fun of her spying and she turned the sound on. At first she thought something might be wrong with the equipment, because no sound was coming through. Then she realized that nothing was being said and no music was being played. Martha liked things quiet, she remembered.
The two young girls smiled at each other, but still said nothing. Patti Lee was dressed in a fluffy, silly pink nightgown. Her long black hair was alive with reflections of light. Her classic nose was shiny with cleanliness. Her face was decorated with no makeup whatsoever.
Still she was stunningly beautiful.
Patti Lee sank in a chair near the closet mirrors Martha was using to look at herself. Now Patti Lee had pretty much the same view of Martha that Abigail had. The only difference was that Patti Lee was actually in the room, while Abigail was in her own bedroom having her throbbing asshole eaten out!
"Reach around in front of me and play with my cunt while you're eating my asshole out! God damn it! Do I have to tell you everything, Mary Margot. There was a time when I thought you were beginning to understand me and what I want. You're really asking for it, aren't you! Well, just keep it up, Mary Margot, and you're gonna get what you've been asking for!"
Abigail was in fine form this evening!
The sight of Mary Margot on her knees in back of her was a real turn-on! She activated one of the videotape machines. This was a scene she wanted for her permanent library of porno tapes.
Yes, Abigail had done well when she went out into the world. The business she'd gone into was the business of porno video tapes. The expenses were minimal and the profit was maximum. The only real cost was the cost of the videotape equipment, and that was a good investment in and of it self.
Take the typical camera, for example. The going price was four thousand dollars and change. But its resale value was about thirty-two hundred. That meant she could use the machine for two years and the total cost would only be about eight hundred dollars.
There was also tax depreciation to take into account.
That mean, in effect, that the equipment almost paid for itself. As did everything else in the videotape porno business. For example, Abigail Hendrix never paid her models . anything. Why should she? They never even knew they were being videotaped! And even if they should find out that they were the unwitting subjects for videotape porno, what could they do about it? Sue?
That was out of the question!
So Abigail owned what was probably the best privately owned videotape system in the country. It was currently installed in the secret spaces in her school, The Mary Margot Loeb School for Young Women. When the time came to move on to newer, fresher fields (so to speak), it was simply a matter of closing the shool and having workmen remove the equipment once the school was empty.
Then the idea would be to take the equipment, open another school, and continue her career as a school owner and maker of videotape porno. It was a nearly perfect scheme. First, the girls provided all the subject matter she needed. Second, none of them would ever find out they were starring in hardcore porno videotapes because all of the tapes were released in Europe, Asia and South America. The only North American buyers of Abigail's videotape porno were very well-to-do and very, very close-mouthed! They were hardly in a position to make trouble for anyone!
The third point had to do with the tapes if any of the girls should find out about their starring in porno without their knowing it. What it boiled down to was blackmail. All the girls came from monied families.
The Mary Margot Loeb School for Young Women was very, very expensive, and that meant that only the "best" girls could afford to attend this school in the first place.
If any of the girls or their families should happen to find out about Abigail's porno industry (and that, in itself was extremely un-likely), all Abigail had to do to squash any hassle they might try to make was to show the tapes to them. That would shut them up.
It would shut them up fast!
Why am I thinking about business when I'm having my asshole eaten out and my cunt played with? Abigail asked herself. Sometimes the way her mind worked amazed her. She was perfectly capable of thinking three things at one time, three and even more! She was as versitle as the videotape system she was so rightfully proud of! Talk about split-screen talents. Her own personal screen of mind was split more ways than that! Talking to herself was like looking into the infinite reflections of herself and Mary Margot in the endlessly reflecting mirrors around her control chair.
Abigail looked around in the mirrors and watched Mary Margot's bopping head as the aristocratic woman eat her ass out. She was sending shivers of delight coursing through her amazon's body. She was goose bumps from ankles-to scalp!
God, it felt good! Almost as good, if not better, than Mary Margot's experienced fingers digging around in her juicy, wet, hot cunt! Yeah! Her clit was alive with pleasure, twitching and jumping like the level on a scale birds were landing on and launching from. It was a miracle of activity.
Abigail could feel her cunt juices running down the insides of her wonderfully long and well-proportioned legs. It felt good.
"Lick that cunt juice from my legs!" Abigail demanded, setting her feet wide apart and leaning in even more heavily across the electronic arm of her elaborate control chair. She braced herself as her lover's hot, wet tongue licked the insides of her legs clean.
Abigail heard a cough coming from the speaker under monitor number nine. It was the monitor focused in Marsha Lundberg's room. The tall blond girl was still a fascination for Abigail.
God, she almost fell under Marsha's influence. Imagine, she, Abigail Hendrix, almost lost her ability to dominate to a girl exactly half her age! Silly, but true. Marsha had almost taken her under control! There was something about her that gave Abigail strange and unusual feeling of wanting to please instead of wanting to please.
Maybe it was because Marsha had always been so cool. Abigail was never able to turn her fully on. And she knew it. It was frustrating because Abigail was extremely turned on by Marsha. That's what gave the handsome girl the advantage in their situation, the fact that Abigail was so very hot and the girl was always so very cool.
Sometimes during Abigail's "seduction" of the girl, Abigail had to ask herself who was seducing who. She had often had the distinct impression that Marsha was seducing her, not her Marsha.
And it was maddening!
Something had had to be done about it, and the only thing to do was to take command and control and be brutal about it. Abigail had done that, and Marsha had submitted. But the submission was somehow incomplete. It wasn't what it should have been, that much was evident right from the very beginning.
For example, Abigail would be floating around in the highest reaches of sexual pleasure and Marsha (who was somewhere in the same regions, one would suppose) would suddenly announce that she wanted a rum and Coke!
It was things like that that gave the girl the advantage and put Abigail on the receiving end for a change. Well, it had been a dangerous situation for the amazon-like Abigail and she had had to put a stop to it.
She did it the easiest way.
She simply put an end to their relationship. But it hadn't been the ideal answer because Abigail realized that she still had sexual feelings for the girl. If she were now ahead of the game it was because she had quit while the quitting was still getting good, not because she had won any sort of major victory over Marsha.
Abigail had simply retreated. And now there she was, Marsha Lundberg! She was still standing in her own bedroom in front of a full-length mirror trying on the ball gowns her grandmother had left her. She was still holding one gown after the other up to her otherwise naked body. She was still primping and posing in the mirror, her back bare, her front temporarily draped first in one gown, then another and then another.
Patti Lee Goldberg still sat where she flopped down when she had first entered the room.
She was watching Marsha with great interest and Abigail leaned forward, staring in the monitor that was revealing the scene in Marsha's room.
Abigail was leaning forward because she thought she saw something in Patti Lee's eyes that she-hadn't noticed before. A look of interest in Marsha that spoke of more than casual interest!
There was still no conversation or sound of any kind in the room, with one exception. And the exception was the sound of the old ball gowns as they were picked up, tried on, and discarded one after the other after the other.
Neither girl had as of yet said so much as one word between them. Patti Lee had simply walked into Marsha's room and made herself comfortable in the best chair. Marsha simply went on doing what she was doing, holding the gowns up against ther naked body.
The girls didn't talk about fashion, the old days, boy friends, sex or anything else. They simply went on with what they were doing, but something was passing, nonetheless, between them. Of that Abigail was absolutely certain. There was no mistaking it, there was something definitely going on.
But what?
It was driving Abigail crazy! The idea that her wonderful Marsha might be having some secret affair, of any kind, with Patti Lee Goldberg was offensive.
Patti Lee was pretty, that was true, but there was something genuinely offensive, even repulsive about the girl. She was sneaky and untrustworthy. Despite her body, which was better than usual, and despite her face, which was handsome in a sort of classic way, Patti Lee was'not an attractive person.
On the contrary, Patti Lee was a most unattractive person. She was a snoop and a trouble maker. From the very beginning Abigail was cool toward Patti Lee despite the girl's obvious interest in the beautiful, blond amazon.
Now the two girls sat and stood quietly in Marsha's room. They were a study in contrasts. Patti Lee was blond and had the look of a silly, giggly show girl. It showed even in the way she dressed. No matter how expensive Patti Lee's clothes were (and they were very expensive) she always looked like a tramp, overpainted, over dressed and no sense of balance or taste when it came to colors, fabrics, cut, fit and so on.
Marsha Lundberg, on the other hand, was always the epitome of chic. She looked like some one from the cover of Vogue. She was cool, understated and elegant.
Patti Lee tended to slouch and flop around. She never sat in a chair. She fell into it! She never opened a door. She lurched against it with her body and shoved it open. She was awkward and heavy in her movements.
Marsha was the exact opposite. The was the living embodiment of grace. Marsha didn't so much move as float. She was like a line from the English poet: ' Whereas in silks my Julia goes, the liquification of her clothes!" That was Marsha for you. She walked like a professional dancer.
Yes, the two girls were definitely a study of opposites. Patti Lee was short. Marsha was tall. Patti Lee was stocky, almost plump. Marsha was thin, but elegantly so. Patti Lee had her hair dyed an almost white/blond. No one knew her real color. Marsha's hair was a natural jet black.
Marsha turned from the mirror. She had been studying a floor-length light blue ball gown. Its flared skirt looked stunningly contemporary when she held it against her tall, slim body.
Abigail was thinking to herself that Marsha's grandmother, who had long ago purchased and worn the gowns, must have been a striking woman. She found herself looking forward to meeting the old lady if the chance should ever come about.
Abigail like women, all women. It made no difference what their age, their race, their nationality, their politics or whatever. So long as they were women, that made even the least of them more attractive, much more attractive, than any of the other half of the human race: Men!
Men were the truly disgusting one!
That's why Abigail never actually attacked or out-rightly condemned any woman, never! Why condemn any women when there were so many disgusting men walking around loose. That's why even Patti Lee didn't seem absolutely out of the question insofar as Abigail was concerned.
She was still a cunt, after all, and any cunt was better than a cock!
Abigail didn't kid around when it came to her sexual preferences. There was no way in the world the best man on the planet could be as attractive as the least woman around to be had. Marsh then turned from the mirror, still holding the blue gown up against the front of her naked body. She was smiling, with a faraway look in her eyes. Was she dreaming of better, gentler days when men and women dressed like men and women and there was a code of honor and decency instead of the vulgar everything goes philosophy of today;
Marsha had the look of a romantic poet about her.
"Isn't this just the lovelies thing in the world," Marsha asked, kicking her legs into the full skirt and making it billow out in front of her like blue clouds. "I just love this dress. It's so innocent and sweet and lovely. It's everything a woman should be Nothing harsh about it, no hard lines."
Patti Lee sat slouched in the big chair opposite the mirror. She had her heavy but shapely legs crossed crudely in front of her. Her gown was open and revealed a generous portion of thigh.
Abigail had to admit the girl was sexy in her own crude way, yes. Even though Patti Lee could be working as a hostess in some cheap hillbilly bar, she was still a woman to be seriously considered.
Patti Lee was hot!
She let her ridiculous fluffy slipper hang from her foot. She always wore tasteless things like that. It was as if she did all her shopping in the Grant stores, and in the second basement at that!
"Why don't you get over here and eat my pussy out, you fucking romantic cunt!" Patti Lee said quietly, as if she were reading the weather report aloud. Her voice, or rather the tone of her voice, revealed nothing.
Abigail turned the sound up! She couldn't believe her ears! She herself had tried that approach with Marsha and it had gotten her nowhere. Now here was that rediculous young cunt, Patti Lee Goldberg doing the same thing!
What effect would it have on Marsha?
Abigail could hardly wait to find out!
And the answer wasn't long in coming!
Marsha gently laid the blue ball gown across the back of the nearest chair and walked naked over to Patti Lee. She stood there in front of the girl, looking down at her, a faint smile playing across her beautiful lips.
Marsha seemed to be sweating a bit, despite the fact that the room must have been somewhat cool, fireplace or no fireplace. She was obviously turned on, but was it with anger or sexual passion?
"You think I'm a romantic? Do you really? Do you really think I'm a silly romantic, Patti Lee?" Marsha was asking the younger girl. Patti Lee was only fifteen, almost sixteen, but she already had the makings of a real tough woman. Indeed, if fact be know, that was exactly what Patti Lee was at sixteen: A real tough fully-developed woman!
The silly appearance, the ridiculous use of makeup, the fluffy houseshoes, it was all a disguise, a cover-up. It had nothing more to do with the real Patti Lee Goldberg than the color of shoes has to do with the quality of shoes.
"I know you're a fucking romantic! All flowers and butterflies, that's what you think! Well, friend Marsha, that's where you're all wet. And I don't mean wet between the legs. That would be better. But, no, you're wet behind the ears. You're fucking young for your age. You don't know shit!"
Patti Lee didn't waste any time putting Marsha down. She said exactly what she wanted to say and didn't make any attempt whatsoever to modify or tone down her point of view. She didn't seem to care what Marsha felt.
Each of her statements felt like a slap in the face! Abigail could feel the ferocity of Patti Lee's words right through the videotape monitor. The girl had tremendous nerve! She was a real ballbuster! Or cunt-cracker, as the case may be!
Abigail leaned her beautiful ass out even further. She wanted Mary Margot to get her tongue deep into her asshole. And Mary Margot did just what she was supposed to. For once she got it right!
Mary Margot grabbed Abigail's lovely asscheeks and spread them wide. Her rosebud of an asshole was already wet and hot from the thorough and long-lasting licking it had already received.
Mary Margot could see Abigail's asshole twitching with anticipation. It seemed to be leading a life of its own. It puckered and unpuckered as the tall, blond amazon senses the delights that would soon be forth-coming!
Mary Morgot buried her face in her lover's asscheeks. She stuck her long tongue out as far as it would go and shoved it straight into the waiting asshole. It was hot and wet, both from Mary Margot's own hot, wet tongue and from her own interior ass juices.
Mary Margot could smell a slight odor of shit as she shoved her face into Abigail's asscheeks. It only served to turn her on even more. Anything and everything Abigail had to offer was simply the best in the world, and that was that. Mary Margot adored Abigail like a priestess adores her god.
It was a pleasure and a thrill and a duty to give Abigail as much pleasure and satisfaction as was humanly possible. Whatever Abigail wanted, she deserved. There was no doubt about it. That was simply the way it was.
"Ohhhh!" Abigail sighed. "That's good. That's a good feeling. You're doing a good job of eating my asshole. Keep it up. Don't stop. Eat my asshole out good. Pretend you're starving and dying of thirst and my little asshole is a hamburger and a cherry Coke. Take the hole that refreshes!"
"I'm sorry you feel that way about me," Marsha was saying to Patti Lee, her eyes cast down, her face blushing with embarrassment. " I admit I haven't been around much. But, gee, Patti Lee, I'm lucky to be here instead of some convent school. My grandmother may be pretty much the swinger in the family, but she's the wild one in the whole group. Even her daughter, my mother, thinks she's outrageous."
"You're breaking my fucking heart," Patti Lee said, flipping her way through a back copy of Home and Garden.
"Why don't you take me seriously," Marsha said, her voice pleading for understanding and compassion.
If only she had talked to me that way, Abigail thought to herself. How different things could have been. But you didn't show the proper interest or the proper respect. And now look at you, you silly girl! Now you.'ve come under the influence of stupid Patti Lee. Well, it serves you right. I hope she breaks your heart for you!
Marsha stood naked in front of the younger, wiser girl. She felt stupid and useless. "Isn't there anything I can do to please you?" Marsha asked.
"You can get down on your fucking hands and knees and eat my pussy out while I finish looking at this stinking old magazine of yours," Patti Lee said, still not bothering to look up from her 'reading."
"Is that what you really want?" Marsha asked, hoping she'd hear something different. What she wanted to hear were words of tenderness and compassion and understanding. Marsha really loved Patti Lee and she wanted their relationship to be pure and beautiful just like the romances she had been reading all her life.
"You live in a fucking book! You talk like a fairy tale! You are stupid and shallow. You think you aren't, but you are!" Patti Lee said, glancing only once at Marsha, and the glance was full of contempt.
"But I want the best for us," objected Marsha. "I only want what's best for both of us, believe me, Patti Lee. I don't want to argue with you. I-want to love you, just as you love me."
"Well, if you want to love me like you say you do, why don't you get down on your hand and knees and make love to my pussy the way I want you to. You always want to talk before we have sex. Well, I don't want to talk. I want your mouth on my cunt, where it belongs. Talk is cheap. Let's see some action."
With that, Patti Lee spread her legs wide in front of her, skooting down in the chair at the same time. Now the lower half of her body was suspended in the air in front of the overstuffed chair. Her ass and cunt were easy to get to.
And Marsha got to it!
She slowly kneeled down in front of Patti Lee. She opened the younger girl's gown and folded aside on either side of her body. Patti Lee was beautiful! There was no denying it.
Another fifteen pounds and she'd be fat. But as it was, she had a wonderful, inspiring body.
Abigail leaned forward to adjust the camera controls. Mary Margot had to lean in further, too, if she wanted to keep on tongue-fucking her lover in the asshole. And she did want to! She loved doing it! It made no difference that her tongue was aching and her jaw hurt. The only thing that counted was Abigail's pleasure.
And pleasure Abigail she would!
The television camera in Marsha's room swivelled on command. It was pointing straight at the chair now. Abigail pressed another button and the zoom lens moved in for a close-up pan of Patti Lee's beautiful body.
And all of it in brilliant living color.
The girl's white body was out-lined by the black of her lacey nightgown. Her plump but firm limps were stretched out wide and casually across the chair. She held the magazine up in front her eyes as she turned one page after the other. She did it with a great air of indifference. Such a cunt she was!
Because of the back copy of Vogue, Abigail wasn't as yet able to videotape Patti Lee's face. It was being held up in between the girl's face and the camera lens. Well, she'd simply have to wait for that shot.
Abigail was sure her opportunity would come before this little meeting was over with. She was real sure!
Now both girls were naked. The blond, plump girl stretched out in the chair with her legs spread wide in front of her, and the tall, think dark girl kneeling in front of her. They made a wonderful picture. This was a videotape that would sell like crazy!
What a great way to make a living, thought Abigail to herself. Just think: All the profit from the school and all this profit from the porno! What a great setup! And that doesn't even include the pleasure I get from watching the girls in action even as the action is taking place in my own personal, private studio!
Abigail knew plenty of lesbians who would gladly give their left tit for an opportunity like hers. But, after all, Abigail worked hard to get where she was today, and she didn't tell any one but Mary Margot her secrets, no one. After all, too many cooks do spoil the broth, and Abigail herself was all the cook Abigail needed.
"Come on!" Patti Lee said impatiently. "Let's have some action. You gonna spend the whole night down there just looking at the thing. That may get you off, cunt, but it doesn't do a thing for me. Let's have some of that good-looking face of yours inside my pussy. Don't you hear it purring for you?"
Marsha leaned forward and started licking the well-formed outer pussy lips. She trembled.
Marsha started licking the well-formed outer pussy lips lodged between Patti Lee's big, white legs. Marsha's long hair fell against the inside of Patti Lee's thighs and that, in itself, felt almost as good as the actual tongue running up and down, up and down the throbbing pussy lips.
Patti Lee started moaning behind her back copy of Vogue.
The young cunt was a master at making her partner feel inadequate even while she was experiencing the greatest thrills. Patti Lee had a natural, inborn gift for making those around her fell as if they owed her a favor. She was a genius at making others be responsible even for their best efforts.
Patti Lee stretched her left leg out in front of her and started rubbing her foot between Marsha's legs.
Now it was Marsha's turn to moan. She buried her face in Patti Lee's hot, wet cunt. Her tongue went exploring and wasn't content until every bit of flesh she could possible come into contact with had been licked over and over and over again.
The juices were running out of the plump blond girl like a oil well! Marsha licked the juices up as well as she could, swallowing them down and diving back for more, over and over again.
Patti Lee continued to rub her foot in between Marsha's legs. She-liked the feeling of the dark -haired girl's bush against the arch of her foot. She liked the pressure of her thighs when they closed around the rocking foot.
Then she got the idea of toe-fucking the tall, thin, dignified girl. Patti Lee twisted slightly in the big chair and positioned herself for the attack.
But before she began she said, "Alright, enough of the fucking around. Now I want you to eat my cunt like you mean it. My poor clit has been absolutely fucking ignored, and my clit doesn't like it and neither do I! You'd better get straightened out, Marsha, or so help me I won't let you eat me out any more, at all!"
Poor Marsha went crazy with concern! It would be the end of the world for her if Patti Lee didn't want her any more, she had to satisfy her! She had to make the girl think she was the best sex possible. It was her only hope"
Marsha buried her face so deeply in between Patti Lee's legs that she had to struggle for air. Oh, how she wanted to be inside her! Oh, how she wanted to make her wiggle and squirm with pleasure. She longed to please the girl in ways she never even thought were possible!
Now Patti Lee had her big toe well into Marsha's cunt. Yeah, it was all wet and hot. The bitch was already coming. Nothing but a toe and she was wetting the carpet like a cracked dam. Well, Patti Lee decided, let's see how you like this? And she shoved even more of her toe into the eighteen year old's cunt!
Marsha gasped so violently, she lost her grip on Patti Lee's cunt. She had captured it with the tips of her front teeth and had been chewing on it ever so gently, but when Patti Lee shoved her foot up her cunt, Marsha lost control.
"Oh, that's wonderful, Patti Lee!" Marsha cried, looking up at the seated girl in front of her. Her eyes were smoky with passion and love. That she was crazy about Patti Lee was obvious to the least experienced observer.
"You like that?" Patti Lee teased, shoving her foot even deeper into her suffering lover's cunt. "You like Patti's feet in your cunt? Well, maybe some day I'll get us a nice big dildo and I'll shove that up there, too. You deserve everything you can get up there up there, because that's all you are and that's all you'll ever be ... is a cunt! So get back to work and eat me up!"
Marsha fell back to the wonderful task commanded her. She couldn't be happier than she was when she was giving Patti Lee the pleasure she demanded. It was all so right and wonderful. At times like this, she didn't care what Patti Lee was like or how she treated her. Everything was perfect and Marsha would just have to put up with Patti Lee's strange and dominating ways if she wanted their affair to continue.
"That's not the way to do it! Cunt! I told you want I wanted. Work on my clit! What's a clit for if not to be worked on! Will you do what I fucking tell you, or do you want your tits worked on!"
Patti Lee screamed at Marsha and reached down in front of herself and pulled the poor girl's head in between her legs. She locked her legs around the girl's back, crossing them at the ankles. Now Marsha couldn't back away and her face was buried in her lover's hot, wet, drooling pussy!
Then Patti Lee reached down in front of herself for a second time. She grapped to handfuls of Marsha's long black hair. And, taking the two ropes of hair in hand, she leaned back in her chair like a driver in back of two horses.
Then she used the strands of hair like a harness and started pulling Marsha into her body. She yanked the hair and let it go, using it to control Marsha's movements with great precision.
The tall, dark, dignified girl made no attempt to resist or assert herself in any way at all. She simply allowed herself to be used in the grossest manner. And the more she yielded to the demanding Patti Lee, the more Patti Lee demanded. There didn't seem to be any limit in the implied threats the younger, plump girl made.
And that was part of the excitement of it!
Not knowing how far Patti Lee would go.
It added a lot of hot spice to their love-making. Who knows what Patti Lee would come up with next. There was no was of guessing, no way of knowing. But the one thing Marsha did know was that whatever it was or would be, it would definitely be just what she wanted to do the' most.
For Patti Lee seemed to be reading Marsha's mind most of the time. The plump girl seemed to know more about what was going on. in Marsha's head than Marsha herself did. And no one could explain it. Of that, Marsha was sure. Of course, she hadn't asked anybody, she didn't dare. But that wouldn't make any difference anyhow, because Marsha was sure it was a mystery that could no be explained.
And she was right.
There was no explaining it, and there was no need to explain it. All that counted was that it existed, it was a fact, and she liked it!
Patti Lee was pulling the reigns of Marsha's hair so hard, Marsha had to brace her back and try to hold herself somewhat away from her lover. It Was either that or suffocate. Also, she reached forward with both hands and put them between Patti Lee's thighs, grabbing the soft, firm flesh and pushing the upper thighs away from each other.
Patti Lee liked the feeling of the girl's hands on her body.
"Rub my body, you cunt! Reach up with your hands while you're eating my cunt and play with my tits. My nipples are killing me." Patti Lee demanded.
Abigail, watching the whole show on her closed-circuit television system felt her own nipples getting even harder than thay hand been. She reached up and massaged them, pinching and pulling them as Mary Margot continued eating her asshole out and playing with her drooling cunt.
It was quite a four-way party! Too bad all four of them weren't in the same room. That would make it even more interesting and entertaining and amusing than it already was. After all, Marsha Lundberg and young, plump Patti Lee Goldberg weren't even so much as aware that a party was going on!
Such was the beauty of the situation.
Abigail could literally have her cake and eat it, too. There wasn't anything that wasn't within her gasp. For example, if she actually wanted to participate in the scene unfolding before her eyes on the videotape monitor, all she had to do was get up and walk in on Marsha and Patti Lee.
She had already had Marsha, and Patti Lee was ready for the picking any time she wanted to bother with it. The thing was: She really didn't want to bother. Watching the action on television was almost as exciting as actually participating, maybe even better.
It was safe!
The close call Abigail had had with Marsha was all the warning the strong amazon needed. Not that the girl had really tried hard to dominate her, but she could have if she had tried.
That was the point!
Luckily for Abigail, she caught on to what was happening in her own head even before Marsha had. That was the advantage of experience and some extra years: One learned to avoid traps.
And Abigail was not about to ruin her years of work or threaten her own security by getting carried away over just two young girls. No way. Not since there were more than thirty others to choose from.
And she hadn't even tried some of them yet, willing and ready as they were.
No, some things were better left undone. Now any problem that might develop because of Marsha's and Patti Lee's sexuality would be their problems, not hers. It gave Abigail a lot of pleasure in other ways to know that she had such perfect control over herself and that she would never make a serious mistake in the handling of her affairs.
Abigail adjusted the electronic controls and the television camera hidden in Marsha's room pivoted in a ninety degree angle. Now it was peering into the mirror Marsha had been using when she had been trying on her grandmother's old designer ball gowns.
It gave her a new and second point of view, like seeing the dancers on the old Jackie Gleason show through a mirror in the ceiling. That's how all those formations were made by the dancers when they used their bodies for pattern routines.
Now the view Abigail was even better than the one she had before. It was as if the camera were in Patti Lee's lap. Every hair on her groin was clearly visible. She could see Marsha's forehead as it bobbed up and down in between Patti Lee's big, white legs. The contrast of the black hair and the white legs was thrilling.
Abigail could almost smell the cunt juices!
Of course, they were her own and Mary Margot's she was smelling, but she had the distinct impression that she could actually smell the cunt juices of the two girls' cunts!
Abigail suddenly went crazy with passion!
She fell to her knees, pushing Mary Margot away from her with a sudden, almost violent shove. Mary Margot groaned with humiliation and fear. Now what had she done wrong? Why was she always making stupid mistakes? Sometimes she didn't even know she had made a mistake until it was too late.
Mary Margot felt like crying, but-of course-she didn't dare. Tears were something Abigail couldn't stand. She simply wouldn't tolerate tears. So Mary Margot had to contain and control herself as best she could.
She lay sniffling on the floor in front of the control chair.
Abigail stood looking down at her and suddenly, like a wild animal, she grabbed Mary Margot to her breast and started kissing her passionately! She shoved her tongue deep into her throat.
Oh, how she loved Mary Margot! There was no doubt about it, none whatsoever in the world. She was such a good slave, so willing to do whatever she was told. Abigail felt the waves of affection sweeping over her.
She kissed Mary Margot as if they were making love for the first time. Her lips were sore with the pressure of the kisses. Still she went on, not caring if there was pain involved or not.
Mary Margot moaned with delight. At last, Abigail was taking the initiative. At last, Abigail was kissing her. It was too wonderful. Too good to be true. But it was true, and Mary Margot was in heaven! She kissed Abigail back and the two of them floated away on a raft of pleasure and satisfaction. Sex with love was the best in the world, and the two highly-experienced women were in love with each other.
The two women fell full-length on the floor.
They kissed each other nipples with great passion. They took turns thrilling each other. Sometimes a bit of a struggle would take place as they jockeyed for position. It was a love duel, and even the loser was a winner!
They ran their hands over each other. No place was left untouched. They touched each other's necks and shoulders and arms. They rubbed their tits and chests and waists. The massaged their legs and calves and ankles and feet.
What sweet sensation.
They explored each other's pussies with their fingertips, each driving the other to higher and higher levels of involvement. Now they played with their pussies as they Frenched each other, the tongues crossing each other like swords in a duel.
They started coming at the same time, and the fluid flowed freely ... like the Amazon!
CHAPTER SEVEN
When at last it was over, it wasn't over!
True, the two women were exhausted, but they continued their love-making anyhow. Now the passionate kisses were tender. Where before they were crushing and bruising each other, now they barely touched each other with their lips, fingertips, their bodies.
And it was just as exciting as the other approach had been. The thrill of casual touching was all new to them, like they had never had sex with each other before.
Now both their bodies were extra-sensitive, and the slightest touch had a major reaction. Just sucking gently on an ear would send Mary Margot into realms of pleasure. The soft lips sucking on the lobes of her ears were an unimaginable delight. How wonderful Abigail was!
Mary Margot started sucking on Abigail's neck. That was one of the things she liked to do best. But she was seldom allowed to do so, because of the marks the sucking could leave. Abigail didn't like to advertise her sex life, so bruises on her neck were definitely out.
Once Mary Margot has made the terrible mistake of biting Abigail's neck over and over again for more than an hour. Of course, both women had been on the throws of passion, and Abigail hadn't made any effort to stop what was happening.
She had been enjoying it too much to call it to a halt.
But later, when she looked at herself in the mirror and saw all the horrible dark bruises all up and down her throat, Abigail had been infuriated! She had been outraged! She punished Mary Margot severely for her offense.
Mary Margot had had to sleep cuffed hand and foot at the foot of Abigail's bed for a week.
But the worst of it was that she wasn't allowed to even touch Abigail, not in the slightest, most innocent fashion. Not even a kiss or a casual petting. She was banned from Abigail's body and she suffered intensely during that terrible period.
Of course, Abigail suffered, too. For, to tell the truth, Abigail loved Mary Margot and wasn't capable of inflicting long range punishment on the aristocratic woman without suffering loss herself.
But there were consolations. There were the girls. During the week when Mary Margot was banned from Abigail's body, Abigail slept with and seduced three of her students. It was all very exciting, but it would have been so much better with Mary Margot in on the action, too.
Oh, well, that's ancient history, Mary Margot thought to herself as she kissed and sucked Abigail's throat in a fury of kisses. She kissed her from the ears to the shoulders and back again. She licked and sucked on the delicate flesh until it was electric with sensation and response. There didn't seem to be any end to their pleasure and the mutual delight of each other's discovery of her partner.
They lay in each other's arms for what seemed like hours.
It was only when the cold floor reminded them of where they were that they pulled apart. It was three in the morning! So much had already happened that evening.
And even more was going to happen!
It was one of those nights that demanded extremes. It was one of the nights that would be remembered for the rest of their lives, both of them sensed that and knew it to be true.
Now the only question was: What to do?
Mary Margot went to make martinis while Abigail walked back to the control chair to check out the other rooms. If nothing was going on, they'd just have to start something. They weren't the Head Mistress and owner of the Mary Margot Loeb School for Young Women for nothing!
Mary Margot mixed the drinks with an expert's hand. They were wonderful creations, delicious and intoxicating all at once.
She propped the tray with the drinks on the right arm of the fabulous control chair. Abigail pulled a little switch, and the tray locked into position. Now it was secure and couldn't fall from the chair.
The two women drank their first drink, toasting each other.
"To my beautiful lover and slave," Abigail announced, pleased to know that what she was saying was true. Mary Margot was exactly the woman she needed: Beautiful and intelligent and passive.
"To my beautiful lover and mistress," Mary Margot toasted back. And she too was pleased to know that what she said was true, too! Abigail was exactly the kind of woman she needed: Beautiful, intelligent and dominating.
They were a genuine pair of true lovers!
And they were both getting drunk on purpose. They both wanted to get drunk and hot and have sex with some of their students. They were both determined to make this best of nights the best night in their lives.
And why not? After all, what is life for if not to enjoy? And how can one enjoy if one doesn't live for the moment and seize opportunities for pleasure when the time was ripe and ready?
"I guess it's time to start checking again," Abigail said, draining her glass for a second time. She jokingly licked her lips like a big cat, and she was even more beautiful than usual when she did it!
Mary Margot finished her drink, poured the two glasses to brimming again and offered a third drink to Abigail.
"I'm going to get good and drunk and then we'll go girling!" Abigail smiled like the pleasure-seeking adult that she was. She was literally steaming with sexuality. Any of the girls would be pleased to have her in bed with them. There was no doubt about it: They all had crushes on the two women, bar none, and what Abigail couldn't fix up, Mary Margot could.
Between them both they licked the platter clean.
Or at least they would be ... soon!
Abigail at last sat back in the fabulous control chair and started working the many buttons planted in its arms. The first picture to swim into view was that of little Julia Wavecrest.
She was the girl who had gotten jealous and tried playing power tricks with Abigail. Well, she had got stepped on faster than fast! Having just come out of a similar scene and not liking it, Abigail stopped Julia almost before she began.
And there the girl was now, fast asleep.
Earlier in the evening she was in her room as she was told to be. She took her punishment like a lady, without complaining and with dignity. She had suffered the ban well. Mary Margot almost felt sorry for Julia. Mary Margot knew how terrible it was not to be allowed near Abigail when one wanted so badly to be.
Well, Julia was sound asleep at last and out of her misery. The poor little thing had played with herself for hours. It was some of the best footage of the kind that Abigail had in her file. Some of her porno customers loved to see young girls playing with themselves.
They considered it the purest kind of sex to be had. Completely selfcontained and beautiful beyond description. Of course, Abigail had zoomed in for close-ups of Julia's cunt as it vibrated beneath her own expert fingertips. She had zoomed in for close-ups of her face as it distorted with pleasure.
The Julia-jackoff tapes would bring in plenty! Too bad they didn't have a sound track. The language Julia had used while playing with herself was stimulating in and of itself! She had called out Abigail's name several times, many times, and as she did so she described in vivid terms what she and Abigail would be doing if they were there in bed ... together.
A touch of a button and the picture being broadcast from Julia's room faded from the screen. Well, Abigail thought, Julia is out of the question for tonight. She's already exhausted with herself.
She had played with herself for hours. She had been at it even before Dorothy Sullivan had arrived with her uncle, William Westchester, Jr. And that had been early in the evening. So Julia had played with herself for at least seven hours. That definitely meant she was not to be a part of tonight's plans.
Abigail continued to search through the mansion with the television cameras. She switched again to the shower room, and this time with luck!
Tall, sexy, redheaded Lenore DiGuisti was standing alone in a cloud of steam, rubbing her body with the usual bar of Ivory. Lenore was a loner, brilliant and aloof. True, she loved Abigail, that much was self-evident.
But, as far as Abigail knew, the girl was still untouched, by man or woman. She, certainly, hadn't approached her ... yet. Maybe tonight would be the time. All it would take was an encouraging word, and the three of them would be in bed making passionate love and enjoying it all!
"How about Lenore DeGuisti?" Abigail asked. That was unusual, for she seldom asked Mary Margot for an opinion.
Lenore was washing her long hair. With her arms upraised, her full breasts fell from her body with a beautiful and inviting curve. She was like a Venue rising full-grown from the sea!
"Well," Mary Margot hesitated. She liked Lenore well enough. In fact, she even found her beautiful. But Lenore's studies with Mary Margot had led them to a certain relationship that was best left undisturbed: Sex with Lenore might undermine Mary Margot's authority as a teacher.
And Mary Margot was an extremely conscientous teacher. She considered the teaching of young women a sacred trust.
Abigail knew Mary Margot well enough to knew exactly what she was thinking. She knew Mary Margot would have reservations. In fact, that was why she asked her if she thought Lenore would make a good sex partner.
"Well, Mary Margot?" Abigail repeated. "Cat got your tongue? Let's hear it: Yes or no."
"If you want Lenore, I want Lenore," Mary Margot answered. "Whatever you say you want is what I want. I live only for you, for your pleasure. All else is secondary and means little.'"
Mary Margot's answer pleased Abigail very much, and she started to fade the shower room picture out. She lingered only for the briefest moment as Lenore started to rinse her cunt.
Lenore was indeed beautiful, but sex with Lenore could definitely wait. Abigail could seduce the girl any time she wanted to. It would really simply be a matter of making her thoughts known.
Lenore's love for Abigail was well-known. In fact, it was the talk of the school. All the girl's talked about the way Lenore felt about Abigail and the girl suffered because of the gossip.
Which was ironic, in a way, because of all the girls Abigail had had sex with, Lenore had not been one of them, and yet she was the girl who got teased about it. It made Abigail smile.
Yes, Lenore could definitely be had some other afternoon or evening.
Now the idea was to have the best possible night with Mary Margot. Abigail wanted this evening to be something special, something the two of them could remember for the rest of their lives together. It was already so near perfect, there would be no point in not taking extra care now.
"Abigail," Mary Margot said quietly, almost not daring to raise her eyes.
Abigail turned from the monitors and looked at her lover.
She smiled at her and said, "Yes, what is it, Mary Margot?"
"It's, just, well ... I mean, you're going to choose the girls we want for the rest of the night, that's only right. I was just wondering if ... if I could...." Mary Margot couldn't finish the rest of the sentence.
Abigail was feeling very pleased with her lover, and she decided to make tilings as easy for her as possible.
"Just say what you feel like saying, Mary Margot. That's an order. I want you to tell me what it is you're feeling. So, now, what is your question. Come on, don't be shy. Just say it."
"Well," Mary Margot hesitated again, "I was just wondering if, while you're checking out the rooms, if I ... if I couldn't eat your cunt in the same way as before, you know, while you're working."
How sweet Mary Margot could be! Abigail's heart melted as she scooted down in the chair, spreading her legs apart. Of course, Mary Margot could eat her cunt out! She loved it as much as Mary Margot did. Her lover was really very good at what she did, and Abigail got as much loving as she could get.
"Go to it, Mary Margot! Have yourself some Hendrix pussy!" Abigail smiled. She loved cooperation in a lover. It was just that more important than the sex itself. It set the tone for everything, and all the rest of it flowed out of the passive/active relationship. It was what gave sense and meaning to their love for each other.
The good news drove Mary Margot mad with excitement! Abigail had agreed to having her pussy eaten again! Wonderful! Now she would have a chance to delight in her lover's warm, hot hole before the girls got into the picture with them. It was like having a snack before a feast.
In a flash, Mary Margot was down on her knees lapping and licking at Abigail's cunt! She worked her tongue up and down Abigail's cunt lips. She licked them from top to bottom and back to the top again.
She leaned forward and worked her tongue furiously from side to side inside the delicious cunt. She moved her tongue around and around. She could hear Abigail moaning as she worked the controls of the elaborate electronic spying system. She could feel Abigail tensing as she peeked into the girls' bedrooms. Mary Margot shoved her tongue in and left it in there for long, delicious minutes, buried in Abigail's hot, wet pussy. Already the blond amazon was starting to come again. She was literally an endless front of pussy juice, and Mary Margot couldn't get enough of the wonderful stuff to satisfy her.
Abigail spread her legs even wider to give her hot lover an even better approach to her drooling pussy.
God, Mary Margot thought to herself for the millionth time, Abigail is so very beautiful. She is like a goddess! Sure of herself and beautiful and tender and cruel.
As for the rest of their evening, it was all up to Abigail!
CHAPTER EIGHT
For several long minutes, Abigail simply leaned back in her fabulous chair and enjoyed the cunt-licking Mary Margot was lavishing upon her.
She was doing a wonderful job. Or maybe it was a carry-over from the sensitivity her body had developed when they were having sex earlier.
Not that it made any difference, of course. Because it didn't! Who cared what the reason was, the feelings were great. Abigail had had her hot cunt worked on many, many times before. For about a period of about three years, she had even had sex five, seven, ten times a day.
That's when she was into lots of sex with as many different women as possible. It was a good time in her life. Even some friendships had formed, true friendships that were still active years later.
And lovers, too. Lovers had emerged from her days of many.
So Abigail was no stranger to the art of eating out cunt. In fact, she was an expert. And never before had her cunt been worked so beautifully.
Abigail couldn't keep from playing with the rockhard nipples of her own body as Mary Margot continued her ministrations. It felt so good to touch her own tits. It added greatly to her feelings.
It was as if every pleasure Mary Margot and Mary Margot's wonderful mouth bestowed upon Abigail were doubled. That's what playing with her own titties did for her: Made all of it twice as good.
"Oh, work those beautiful hard tits of yours, Abigail girl," Abigail said aloud, encouraging herself and encouraging Mary Margot in the same breathe. "My tits are talking pleasure with my cunt! My tits and cunt are killing me! Oh, my tits feel so good! I am feeling so very, very good Mary Margot, my cunt-eating lover! Give me more! Oh, God, give me even more!"
Mary Margot ran the full length of her long, wide tongue straight up the middle of Abigail's drooling cunt walls. She could feel the ridges slipping past her tongue, massaging it with their yeilding humps and valleys! She leaned in even further.
The elusive clit, dancing and hopping like a snake on top a hot iron stove, was at last cornered and ambushed. The tongue completely surrounded it, pushing it against its own neighboring flesh.
Oh, it struggled to get away from its tormentor! It fought for its freedom and for escape from the almost-too-great, pleasure of the relentless, ruthless tongue! It was a prisoner of love!
"Mary Margooooot!" Abigail moaned and groaned.
The tongue pressed on!
"Agggg!" was all the blond amazon could manage to articulate. She was thrown back in her chair, her back arched in an extreme bow, her ass held high off the seat, her head and shoulders thrown far back over the tall back of the chair.
She was hard as a tree.
Every muscle in her body strained her into a living sculpture of agony and pleasure. To look at her face that instant, the observer new to the scene wouldn't honestly be able to say whether or not hers was a face of terrible torture or terrible pain.
Better to get rid of those ideas and words altogether! For what Abigail was feeling so deeply was more than any two things, more than any other feelings. It was an adventure of a lifetime. More exciting, even, than having once been attacked by a horse.
The idea was to live to tell about it.
Somehow, someway, Abigail was able to force her straining hand down to Mary Margot's head. Abigail was only just able to touch the tangled mop of hair on her head with a single fingertip extended to its furthest reach.
Luckily, Mary Margot was a well-trained slave who wanted badly to do what she was commanded. Abigail had been teaching Mary Margot how to respond to her slightest touch. Theoretically, Abigail was able to direct Mary Margot's body and tongue with no more than a series of light touches.
The idea was: Mary Margot was to be a fine sexual instrument that Abigail was to play upon, directing every note, every pause, every aspect of their music making. Dominance by touch.
Command by suggestion, nothing more being needed.
Well, it definitely came in handy this time. Mary Margot had Abigail on the verge of insanity with her tongue shoved up her cunt. The sensation of it was so great as to be almost destructive. A little more and who knows what might have happened to Abigail!
She might have gone mad.
Or she might have died on the spot!
In any case, tragedy was averted because Abigail was able to only just touch Mary Margot, and Mary Margo instinctively took her mouth from the cunthole she was torturing.
Thus the slave gives pleasure to her mistress.
The training was that good. With sheer joy of discovery and pleasure in one's own art, Abigail stood up on the platform of her chair. She stretched her arms out wide, holding them as far away from her body as she could. She was standing on her tiptoes, holding herself as high as she could.
She was truly a goddess! Truly an Amazon!
Mary Margot looked up at her from her kneeling position on the floor. There was she whom she loved! And she was a goddess!
The love-energy flowed back and forth between them with great force. If one were to put a hand between them, the energy could be felt as it pierced the palm and fingers of the intruding matter.
Then, as soon as it was begun, it was over.
The divine moment passed.
But the evening was young and full of promise. There were thrity-six young girls living under the roof with Mary Margot Loeb and Abigail Hendrix. And now both women wanted young girls to cool their lust.
Having sex with young girls after the fabulous sex they were having was a good way to cool off a bit, a good way to come down. Yes, it was the right thing to do. They could use the girls to' cool off and then they could get back to their own love making.
Both women believed that if they peaked now, great as it was, they would be giving up a lesser moment for a greater. All they had to do was be patient. All they had to do was exercise some more control and their eventually climax togther would be something almost utterly fantastic.
They knew it would mean union with the power of the universe, a sense of oneness with all things, a plugging into the universal energy.
The the time was not yet ripe. It was within reach, but patience and discipline were required if the highest peak of thrills were to be had. That meant the girls would be brought into the picture as a diversion.
They, the girls, would divert the main flow of sexual energy without draining it. And the diverted flow would then later meet with the total sea of their sexuality and the two would blend and mix!
Abigail punched buttons and pulled switches. All eight monitors glowed into life, forming a huge semicircle of light around Mary Margot Loeb and Abigail Hendrix. Both of them were bathed in the technicolor flickering.
And the pictures revealed their treasures!
There, in monitor one, was Lainie Staubach. Her mother was one of the most notorious women in a jet set of notorious women. And little Lainie was a spitting image of her mother. Especially of her mother's cunt!
The hot little fuck just couldn't get enough of whatever into her cunt and asshole.
Lainie Staubach always felt as if she had big holes in her body, large empty spaces that hurt because they were empty. It's as if she were missing vital interior organs. So Lainie had a terrible passion for trying to fill herself up with human flesh and be a whole person once again.
So there she was, almost a prisoner in a stuffy, expensive school for young women in the middle of New Hampshire!
And to make matters worse, it was a frightfully cold January night and the nearest town was twenty-five miles away! What's a girl supposed to do?
Lucky she had her dildoesi with her!
Lainie had no idea whatsoever somebody was watching her on a hidden television camera concealed directly over her bed. If she had, she would have had an even better time.
As it was she was doing all right. She had a huge fourteen inch cock shoved up her cunt. Abigail leaned forward and peered into the screen as the watched the young nympho shove the rubber cock back and forth, back and forth into her steamy pussy.
The cock was streaked with pussy juice. Lainie worked it in and out of her pussy with amazing speed. The movement of her hand was literally a blur!
Abigail wanted to be sure she was seeing what she thought she was seeing, so she videotaped about three minutes of the sequence at fast speed. Then, when she played the tape back as soon as it was recorded, the action was slowed down to normal: Sure enough the girl was plunging the huge cock all the way into her cunt, then pulling it out again, and repeating the same action over and over and endlessly over ... but at what a fantastic speed! Mary Margot was standing next to Abigail as both women watched the screen in fascination. Abigail was leaning forward a bit, resting the palms of her hands on the arm of the control chair. Her big tits were hanging down in the most beautiful, delicious fashion.
Mary Margot strained her upper body around, and started licking the left tit. It swayed slightly at the touch and pressure of her tongue. With a little gently tongue-pushing the heavy tits was soon slowly swinging back and forth in large, lazy arches.
The light touch of Mary Margot's feathery tongue on her swinging tits excited Abigail in just the right way: Far out but not overwhelming. She had reached a nice plateau and wanted to stay there for awhile, maybe for a few minutes, maybe until morning.
She looked back at the monitor. While she was "distracted" by Mary Margot's tongue on her tits, Lainie had added yet another dildo to her scene. This was a big one, too. The extra large size of it didn't surprise Abigail.
It's what Lainie did with the dildo that surprised her.
Lainie was shoving the huge rubber dong into and up her stretching asshole! Abigail zoomed in for a close-up, her hands shaking on the control lever. Finally the picture steadied itself, and Abigail good a good, close look at Lainie's perfect asshole.
The two inch thick cock was shoved right in the opening! The muscles around it looked strained. The were slightly red with effort and they were in clear contrast with the surrounding white flesh of Lainie's beautiful asscheeks.
Abigail had admired Lainie's beautiful ass many times before. It was her best feature, actually. And it was really quite exceptional. Every thing about Lainie's ass (the size, the shape, the weight of it) seemed to be saying, "Come, fuck me!"
And now Lainie's asshole was getting fucked right before her delighted eyes.
"Mary Margot!" Abigail called to her lover. "Stop eating those tits of mine and stand up next to me. Look at Lainie Staubach! Look what she's doing with those dildoes of hers! The one she's got shoved up her ass is bigger than the one I shoved up your asshole four hours ago!"
Suddenly Mary Margot was once again aware of the dildo she had stuffed up her own hole.
"More!"
It was still strapped in place with the leather bands. God, she had almost forgotten all about it. In the face of an even greater pleasure, the lesser pleasure will fade. The same thing is true of pain.
"How's that dildo feel, Mary Margot?"
Abigail asked, eyeing her lover's asscheeks. Mary thought to herself that she just liked the feeling.
"Well, now that you mention it, it feels good," Mary Margot admitted.
"Good? Is that all, Mary Margot? Is that all that dildo does for you? Look in that monitor! Look at Lainie! See all that cock she's got shoved up her asshole? Well, she loves every inch of it! Look at the expression on her face! Why, she's almost as high as we were! You should be feeling great! Feel great, God-damn it!"
'Ohhhh!" Mary Margot groaned, the pleasure real again. Abigail's talk had turned her on again! Now she really could feel the giant cock in her asshole. The muscles in her asshole were twitching like crazy! The even got the muscles in her cunt going again!
"Oh, so it feels better than 'good," doesn't it, Marv Margot! Tell me what it really feels like!" "
Abigail stood smiling into her face, the good-natured anger making her look more attractive than ever.
Abigail slapped Mary Margot in the face!
Then she reached in back of her lover and, in a flash, unbelted the straps that held the dildo in place. With a single lunge, she pulled the thing out of Mary Margot's asshole!
It popped out of the clinging, clutching flesh of Mary Margot's shit funnel with a gasp, as if were breathing its freedom after having been trapped for so long a time up that warm, hot asshole.
Abigail handed the dildo over to Mary Margot.
"Now," said Abigail, "what I want you to do is shove that thing up my asshole! Why should Lainie and you have all the asshole fun! My hole's so hot for a rubber cock it's burning me! Get moving!"
Mary Margot stepped behind her lover and started shoving the cock in. It was well-lubricated and, once past the resisting outer hole, it slide in nicely, with a minimum of pressure.
Abigail had tremendous control. She was an athlete and took pride in her body, both the shape she was in and the control she had. As Mary Margot was shoving the huge dildo up Abigail's unused asshole, Abigail simply relaxed.
The dildo went in up to the core without causing her pain. What it did cause was pleasure of the greatest kind. The rubber cock sent wave after wave of pleasure splashing up her spine. It spread through her whole body like ripples from a log thrown onto the surface of a pond.
All that pleasure and it was all coming from her asshole!
And to think: Abigail had only been fucking in the asshole once before in her life. It was the work of a particularly vicious woman in Seattle, Washington, and Abigail didn't like it. It had hurt and it seemed too much a surrender of authority to have someone pushing a cock up your asshole.
So Abigail hadn't tried it again. For all those long years, she simply thought she wouldn't enjoy it. But she was wrong about that. She knew it now. Because now there were ten inches of hard fake cock shoved up her asshole and it felt great, just great!
"Work it in and out like Lainie's doing!" Abigail commanded, only just able to keep her voice even. The pleasure she was getting was so great it threatened to affect her speech. But she managed. Always be in charge with your slave present.
Weakness was a private affair. Always.
Mary Margot looked up into the glow of monitor number eight and peered at the close-up if Lainie's asshole. When she first looked, the entire dildo was up deep inside the hot, young girl. It was shoved in as far as it could be.
That's when Lainie started pulling it out of her asshole. Mary Margot stared in amazement as the length of the cock was revealed to her astonished eyes. She had so much cock stuffed up her asshole, it was freaky!
At first, it turned Mary Margot off. The sight of all the cock coming out of the girl's asshole seemed more freaky than sexy. It reminded Mary Margot of unpleasant things she had seen here and there.
But then it started getting to her, too.
More than a foot of cock was now showing, and there seemed to be more to come! But Lainie had stopped pulling it out. She was vibrating the head of the thing just inside the outer anal opening.
Well, that's what Mary Margot was told to do with the dildo she had shoved up Abigail's asshole! She was to work it in Abigail just as Lainie worked her dildo in her own sweet cunty asshole.
Abigail moaned with pleasure! Yeah, she liked that! What had she been missing all these years? It seemed a shame! Well, she had plenty of time to make up for it!
She'd get her own collection of dildos and get to work. She had a lot to make up for. Now she and Mary Margot were going to work on her asshole, and she'd be getting some of that kind of fun, too!
Yet another pleasure to be had! The idea of it thrilled her and pleased her. It was developing into a truly memorable night after all! And it wasn't over with yet.
She decided to go on to something else. There were still thirty-three other rooms and locations to check out..
"You keep your eyes on that screen, Mary Margot! And you just keep it up. Work that rubber cock in my asshole just like Lainie! And play with yourself, Mary Margot! I want to see those fingers of yours working in there!"
As if to illustrate her last remark, Abigail reached over and grabbed Mary Margot's hard nipples in her fingertips. She started rolling them back and forth, back and forth with her fingers. Then she started pulling them, further and further.
"Yeah, I'm gonna play with your tits," Abigail said aloud, wetting her fingertips with saliva from her beautiful mouth. "I'm gonna work on those nipples of yours while you keep my asshole entertained. Now you feel pleasure, slave!"
