by Ray Gordon
'You taste nice,' Jane breathed, her tongue snaking up Samantha's sex valley to the solid nub of her expectant clitoris. 'It's been very hot today, making your pussy wet and very tasty. You haven't had a shower, have you?'
'No, I haven't.'
'That's good. I like my girls hot and tasty.'
'Have you done this to other girls?' Samantha asked, feigning naivety.
'Oh, yes,' Jane giggled. 'I thought you knew that I have quite a reputation at school. Girls come to me when they reach the age where they start thinking about their cunts. I teach them to masturbate. I teach them licking, fingering, clit sucking... I think you're old enough to learn, Sam.'
'Yes, yes, I am,' Sam replied.
Feeling the girl's wet tongue snaking around the erect nub of her protruding clitoris, Samantha arched her back and breathed deeply in her illicit act of lesbian sex. Jane certainly knew what she was doing, she reflected, her clitoris responding beneath her friend's sweeping tongue. Her teenage hormones driving her wild, her girlfriend taking her arousal to almost frightening heights, Samantha parted her slender legs as wide as she could. Offering the open sexual centre of her body to Jane's snaking tongue, she let out whimpers of pleasure as her womb contracted and her juices of lesbian desire flowed from her inner nectaries.
Grabbing the torch, Jane examined her friend's vaginal crack, opening her sex hole and peering inside the cream-drenched sheath. 'You're a virgin,' she breathed, eyeing Samantha's hymen. 'I like virgin girls. Oh, and you have a few pubic curls sprouting just above your crack. You've shaved, haven't you? Or is it that...' Saying nothing, Samantha quivered as her lesbian friend continued the close examination of her most private place by torchlight. The fleshy cushions of her outer lips stretched further apart, her bared sex hole gaping wide open, Samantha hoped that she wouldn't be whisked back to her own time before she'd experienced a lesbian-induced orgasm.
'Come,' Jane whispered, discarding the torch and licking the solid protrusion of Samantha's pulsating clitoris. 'I want you to make lots of sex juice. Come now and pump out your girlie juice and I'll drink it.' The girl's words heightening Samantha's arousal, she tossed her head back and grimaced as she teetered on the brink of her clitoral eruption. As Jane stretched the fleshy pads of her vulval lips further apart, fully exposing her inner folds, her sex-wet vaginal entrance, Samantha clutched the older girl's head and ground her bared cuntal flesh hard against her hot mouth.
'Yes,' she cried, her body shaking violently as her clitoris exploded in a massive orgasm. She could feel her sex juices pumping from her rhythmically contracting vagina as Jane sustained her amazing pleasure with her sweeping tongue. Her clitoris pulsating intensely, her stomach rising and falling, she let out a cry of lesbian pleasure as her orgasm peaked and her lust juices gushed from the burning sheath of her virgin cunt. Again and again electrifying tremors of sex coursed through her young body, her muscles convulsing fiercely as she rode the crest of her climax.
'No more,' she finally gasped. Ignoring her lesbian lover, Jane thrust at least three fingers into the juice-flooded canal of Samantha's hot pussy, taking her to yet another peak of ecstasy as she mouthed and sucked on her orgasming clitoris. Her pleasure finally beginning to recede, Samantha closed her legs, trapping Jane's pistoning fingers and halting the illicit massaging of her inner flesh. The older girl's fingers slipping out of her juice-flooded sex sheath, Samantha lay quivering uncontrollably in the aftermath of her lesbian-induced coming. Jane wanted her to reciprocate, she knew as the girl pulled her T-shirt over her head and slipped her tight panties off. Was this what Samantha wanted? Did she want to lick and suck another girl's vagina?
'Please,' Jane breathed, grabbing the torch and lighting up the firm mounds of her breasts. 'Suck my nipples and lick my wet cunt.'
'Jane, I...' Samantha began, confusion welling in her racked mind as she deliberated on Jane's crude request.
'You know you want to,' Jane coaxed her. 'Come on, Sam. I made you come, so now...'
'All right,' Samantha finally conceded. 'Lie on your back and open your legs.'
Samantha knew this was an opportunity not to be missed as she picked up the torch and shone the beam on Jane's vulval flesh. Her eyes wide as she realized that the girl had no pubic hair, she gazed at her tightly closed sex crack, the pinken petals of her inner labia protruding alluringly from her valley of desire. Focusing on the hairless lips of her vulva, the perfectly formed hillocks rising either side of her creamy-wet crack, she felt her stomach somersault. Jane looked so young without her pubic fleece, she thought, running her fingertip over the smooth surface of her outer labia. Young - but far from innocent.
Leaning over her friend's naked body, Samantha pushed her pink tongue out and tentatively licked the protruding wings of Jane's inner lips. The salty taste waking her taste buds, she sucked the fleshy folds into her hot mouth and savoured the flavour of the other girl's genital flesh. Breathing in the perfume of her vulval crack, the heady scent driving her into a sexual frenzy, Samantha eased the girl's vaginal pads wide apart and sank her tongue into the hot depths of her. She'd never tasted her own vaginal cream, let alone sucked out the juices of arousal from another girl's pussy. Slurping and sucking, she drank the lubricious milk from Jane's vaginal canal. The more she drank, the more the juices flowed. Her fresh face wet with the girl's sex fluid, Samantha moved up Jane's hot valley of desire, sucked the solid protuberance of her clitoris into her mouth and swept her tongue over the sensitive tip.
Writhing and squirming, Jane let out rushes of breath as Samantha worked between her thighs, nibbling her engorged inner labia, sucking her swollen clitoris into her wet mouth. The girl was nearing her climax, Samantha knew as her clitoris swelled to an incredible size. The gasping sounds of lesbian sex reverberating through the night air, Jane finally cried out as her pulsating clitoris erupted in orgasm within Samantha's hot mouth. Gripping Samantha's head, forcing her orgasming clitoris into her mouth, Jane shook violently in her intense coming.
'Finger my cunt,' she gasped. 'Finger-fuck my cunt.' Complying, Samantha drove three fingers into the tight wet sheath of her friend's vagina, stirring her sex cream as she repeatedly thrust her fingers into her spasming sex sheath. The squelching sound of the girl's bubbling juices filling her ears as she managed to piston Jane's contracting vagina with four fingers, Samantha felt her own clitoris swell in anticipation of another girl-induced orgasm. Desperate for the feel of Jane's tongue between the engorged outer lips of her vulva, she crawled over her friend's body and placed her knees either side of her head.
'You're learning fast,' Jane said, grabbing Samantha's hips and pulling her gaping vaginal crack down over her open mouth. Samantha fervently tongued Jane's cuntal sheath as the girl's wet tongue slipped into her own pussy and licked the creamy walls of her hot cunt. The double tongue-fucking sending shuddering waves of ecstasy throughout Samantha's body, she sucked out her friend's juices of desire, drinking from her steaming cunt as the girl reciprocated and drank from Samantha's virgin quim.
Their vaginal juices flooding each other's faces, the two girls squirmed and writhed in their lesbian entwining as their mutual pleasure heightened until they both shuddered in the explosions of their orgasms. Their girl juices gushing from their open vaginal holes, their clitorises pulsating in each other's gobbling mouths, they cried out through mouthfuls of vaginal flesh as they shook violently in their lesbian coming. Fingering each other's spasming cuntal sheaths, squelching their cream-bubbling cunts, they continued to suck and mouth on their pulsating clitorises until their immense pleasure began to subside.
'God,' Samantha breathed, collapsing over Jane's naked body. 'I've never known anything like it.'
'There's nothing better than two girls together,' Jane giggled, lapping up Samantha's flowing juices of lust.
'Don't you think you'll ever marry?' Samantha asked, knowing now that the girl ended up getting married.
'If I do, I'll still have lesbian relationships. My plan
is to have a training school.'
'A training school for what?'
'Girls. I believe that girls such as you shouldn't automatically conform to society. They're expected to go out with boys and eventually get married. They should have a choice. And I'm going to give them experience, sexual experience, so that they can then decide.'
'You seem to have got it all worked out,' Samantha said.
'Oh, yes. My training school will give girls the opportunity to explore each other's bodies, have sex with each other.'
'It sounds interesting. I'll ask you about that when we're older,' Samantha giggled...
Finding herself sitting on the sofa back in her lounge, Samantha looked around her. The phone wasn't ringing and there was no sign of Zak, so why had she returned? It would have been nice to have stayed for a while longer and enjoyed a little more lesbian sex, she reflected as she went into her bedroom and grabbed her address book. Sitting on the sofa, she found Jane's number and called her. Would she really have lesbian relationships even though she was married? And as for a training school for girls...
Deciding to slip a bit less further back in time and meet the older Jane, Samantha closed her eyes and pictured the girl's house. She'd last visited her about four years previously, and had a pretty good idea of how it looked. Picturing Jane standing in her lounge, Samantha concentrated, imagining herself standing in the lounge with her. With the ability to travel back in time, Samantha knew that she could discover everything about anyone. Everyone had skeletons in their cupboards, she mused, pondering again on Jane's idea of a training school for girls...
Finding herself standing on a landing, Samantha listened to Jane yelling at someone. Thinking that she must be arguing with her husband, Samantha moved to the door and spied through the crack. Gazing in horror at a girl's naked body bound to a wooden frame with rope, Samantha immediately realized that Jane had gone ahead with her idea of a training school. A rubber ball-gag in the girl's mouth, her breasts bound tightly with thin rope, her nipples painfully ballooning... Lowering her eyes, Samantha focused on her hairless vagina lips stretched tautly around a huge candle. This wasn't training, she mused, staring at the girl's arms stretched high above her head, her wrists bound to a rope hanging from the ceiling. This was sexual torture.
Jane was dressed in a black leather catsuit. Her long black hair framing her pale face, her full lips glossed with black lipstick, her nails painted black, she appeared witch-like as she wielded a leather whip. Looking at the girl again, Samantha wondered how old she was. She was young, she mused, focusing on the ropes bound around her ankles holding her feet wide apart. Her long blonde hair matted with perspiration, her angelic face reflecting fear, she gazed at her mistress as the woman raised the whip above her head.
'How did you get in?' Jane asked, flinging the door open wide as Samantha coughed.
'Oh, I... I came to see...' Samantha stammered, looking around what could only be described as a torture chamber. 'I came to join you, to help you with the training.'
'In that case you'd better come in,' Jane said. 'This is Caroline.' She introduced the girl. 'She... let's just say that she won't experience lesbian sex. She insists that she prefers boys when she hasn't even tried sex with another girl.'
'So, you're whipping her?' Samantha asked, gazing at the thin weals fanning out across the girl's breasts.
'Of course,' Jane replied in a matter-of-fact tone. 'It's part of the training, Sam.'
'So, you wanted her to have sex with you?'
'The girls have sex with me to give them experience. How on earth can they choose between male and female when they've never experienced sex with a female? Caroline refuses to lick me and—'
'Do the girls come to you through choice?' Samantha asked, knowing only too well what the answer was.
'Not exactly,' Jane giggled. 'They're brought to me by the procurer.'
'The procurer?'
'She's a friend. She's a schoolteacher and, in her position, she gets to know which girls are suitable candidates. She brings them to me to be punished. The training isn't only about experiencing lesbian sex, Sam. It helps girls to shape up. Caroline, for example, is a real troublemaker at school. She disrupts the class, plays the fruit machines in the arcade rather than going to school... After spending a day with me she'll be a model student.'
'What about the girl's parents?' Samantha asked, frowning as she gazed at a shelf lined with huge vibrators. 'I mean, don't they—'
'The girls understand that they'd be in real trouble if their parents discovered my training school. I've only had one girl go running to her parents. After I convinced her father that she was lying, he dealt with her in a most severe manner. A few days later the procurer brought her to me and I dealt with her too. We've talked enough, Sam. Now that you're here, you can start by pulling the candle out of Caroline's cunt. You'll find some metal clips and chains on the shelf over there. Fix the clips to her cunt lips and then hang those weights on the chains.'
Kneeling in front of the girl, Samantha gazed at her outer lips stretched tautly around the huge waxen phallus. The solid shaft of her clitoris forced out from beneath its pink hood, Caroline must have been in some pain, Samantha reflected as she eased the candle out of the girl's tight sex duct with a loud sucking sound. Looking up at the fear mirrored in the girl's wide eyes, Samantha knew that Jane had gone too far. Obviously, her torture chamber had been designed purely to bring her sexual gratification. The idea of a training school was nothing more than a front for her debased abuse of girls. Samantha couldn't allow this to continue, she knew as she noticed several pairs of handcuffs hanging from hooks on the wall. Seeing, too, several bamboo canes propped in the corner of the room and a small table cluttered with speculums and hideous-looking instruments, she knew that Jane had to be stopped.
'What does your husband say about all this?' Samantha asked as Jane passed her the metal clips.
'Geoff is all for it. We're a team, Sam. I offer the girls lesbian sex and he—'
'Offer?' Samantha echoed. 'Don't you mean force?'
'Whatever,' she quipped. 'Geoff teaches them the heterosexual stuff and I teach them about lesbian sex. Don't you see that we're giving the girls valuable experience? When they leave here they're ready to face the world. If one of our girls finds herself in a position where her boyfriend is demanding oral sex, she'll not only be prepared for it but know how to do it properly. There's nothing they'll come across during their lives that they've not experienced.'
'The heterosexual stuff... Basically, Geoff fucks them?'
'Yes, he does. Vaginal sex, anal, oral... As I said, they leave here fully prepared for the world.'
Fixing the metal clips to Caroline's swollen outer labia, Samantha gazed at the girl juice streaming from her gaping sex hole and coursing down her inner thighs. If Dave wanted a sensational story for the newspaper, then this was it she thought as Jane passed her two heavy weights. Gerry Andrews and his so-called haunted mansion were nothing by comparison with Jane's illicit torture chamber. Girls dragged to the chamber by the so-called procurer, whipped, fucked, sexually abused by Jane and her husband... This was the sort of story Dave should be chasing.
'Fix the weights to the chains and stretch the bitch's cunt lips,' Jane ordered Samantha. 'No, no. You've fixed the clips to her outer lips. Fix them to her inner lips, Sam.'
'But that'll really hurt her.'
'That's the whole idea,' Jane laughed. 'The girls won't learn if we're lenient with them. No pain, no gain. Right?'
'Right,' Samantha murmured, fixing the clips to the sensitive wings of Caroline's protruding inner labia.
'I made her drink several pints of water earlier. It shouldn't be long now before she learns about degradation by pissing herself in front of us.'
Coming to the conclusion that Jane wasn't normal, was probably verging on insane, Samantha stared at Caroline's painfully stretched inner lips as the weights swung between her parted thighs. Thinking back to the school campi
ng trip, Samantha realized that, even then, Jane had been hooked on lesbian sex and was relieved that she'd originally crossed her legs that night. She pondered again on her new talent of time travel. Perhaps the idea of the gift was to enable her to put a stop to the activities of people like Jane. Was it a gift? She turned the question over in her mind, hearing Jane moving about behind her.
'Geoff should be back soon,' Jane said, passing Samantha a thin bamboo cane. 'Give the insolent little bitch a good whipping while we wait for him. Whip her tits hard.'
'Jane, I...' Samantha began, standing up.
'What's the matter? Give her tits a good caning and then Geoff will show her the delights of a good arse-fucking.'
'She's probably a virgin, Jane,' Samantha murmured, gazing into the girl's wide eyes.
'Of course she's a bloody virgin,' the woman laughed. 'There'd be no point in Geoff fucking a girl who wasn't a virgin. The whole idea is to give the girls experience. Once he's fucked her pussy and spunked in her sweet mouth, he'll do her tight arse. By the time Caroline leaves us she'll be prepared for anything the world throws at her.'
Tentatively tapping the firm mounds of Caroline's breasts with the cane, Samantha frowned as the girl winked at her. Was this some kind of game? Why would the girl wink at her if she was genuinely fearful? Feeling a little easier, Samantha caned her breasts harder, watching her nipples rise and stand proud from her chocolate-brown areolae as the bamboo repeatedly struck them. The girl's eyes closing, Samantha reckoned she was enjoying the abuse of her breasts. This was only a game, she realised as Jane's giggles resounded around the room.