by Ray Gordon
‘Yes, yes,’ Jackie cried, clinging to Mandy’s head and grinding her open vulval flesh hard against her face. ‘Don’t stop. That’s … that’s perfect. God, yes, yes … Don’t ever stop.’
This was another first, Mandy thought as Jackie gasped and writhed in the grip of her orgasm. From prude to bisexual nymphomaniac – this was another step along the path to her amazing transformation. As Jackie again cried out, her naked body shaking wildly as she rode the crest of her climax, Mandy pondered on the future. Her illicit act of lesbian sex would be for ever etched in her memory, and now she’d look at other girls in a different light. How would she look upon Paula now?
As Jackie began to drift down from her orgasm, Mandy thought about the next step in her transformation. Could she open her legs to another girl? she wondered anxiously. Only a girl knows how to pleasure another girl. That was obviously what Mandy wanted. This was a new concept in sex, she reflected as Jackie knelt on the floor at her feet. The girl’s face was flushed, her pretty mouth grinning as she pulled Mandy’s skirt up and tugged her panties down. Mandy reclined in the chair as her lesbian lover slipped her panties off her feet and parted her legs wide. She wanted to stop the girl, but she also wanted to experience a lesbian-induced orgasm. She knew that, if she pushed Jackie away now, she’d be left wondering for ever.
‘It’s all right,’ Jackie breathed as she stroked the smooth flesh of Mandy’s inner thighs and gazed longingly at the hairless lips of her pussy. ‘Just relax, Mandy. Just relax.’
Closing her eyes, Mandy mused again about right and wrong. The feel of Jackie’s hot breath on her inner thigh moving dangerously close to the opening valley of her vulva, she gazed through her half-closed eyelashes at the girl’s long blonde hair. She tried to imagine that Gary was between her legs, but the softness of Jackie’s lips as she kissed her pussy crack and the aroma of her perfume brought home the stark reality of the situation. As Jackie ran her wet tongue up and down Mandy’s open sex-slit, she knew that there was no denying the truth. This was lesbian sex.
Jackie parted Mandy’s sex lips wide, exposing her pink inner folds, her ripe clitoris, to her wet tongue. Mandy gasped, her young body writhing in the armchair, as the younger girl’s tongue repeatedly swept over the sensitive tip of her clitoris. It was too late to turn back now, Mandy reflected as her milky juices of arousal decanted from the open entrance of her contracting vagina. Was she a fully fledged lesbian? Would she invite Jackie round again for lesbian sex?
Again vowing that no one would discover her illicit sex act with another girl, she wondered whether Jackie would go blabbing her mouth off to Paula. Luckily, Paula didn’t know Gary or David so word wouldn’t get round in these quarters. Trying again to relax, Mandy pushed all thought of Paula from her mind. This was her first time with Jackie, and she didn’t want distracting thoughts flooding her awareness. Lesbian sex, she thought dreamily as Jackie slipped two fingers deep into the wet heat of her spasming vaginal duct. Was it so wrong for two girls to enjoy each other’s bodies? No one would know of her forbidden act.
‘You’re beautiful,’ Jackie murmured as she licked Mandy’s erect clitoris and fingered her tightening vaginal hole. ‘I’m glad you shave.’
‘Yes,’ Mandy breathed, unsure what to say.
‘You’d like to come now, wouldn’t you?’
‘Yes, I … I need to come.’
‘A man would have taken you to your orgasm by now. It would have been over too quickly, Mandy. But I’m going to make you wait.’
As Mandy’s solid clitoris began to pulsate in the beginning of her orgasm, Jackie moved down and kissed the smooth flesh of her inner thighs. Her neglected clitoris yearning for attention, Mandy felt her vaginal muscles tighten around the girl’s fingers. She needed the relief of orgasm, she thought, recalling the girl’s words. I can take a girl to the verge of an orgasm and hold her there until she’s delirious, in a sexual frenzy. Her young womb contracting, Mandy arched her back as Jackie nibbled the smooth flesh of her outer labia. To be held on the verge of a climax was sexual torture, she thought as her arousal soared to frightening heights.
As her swollen clitoris was again sucked into Jackie’s hot mouth, Mandy writhed and gasped as she thought that she’d at last be allowed her climax. Her juices of lust flowing over the other girl’s thrusting fingers, her clitoris teetering on the verge of erupting in orgasm, she dug her fingernails into the arms of the chair and begged Jackie not to stop. Withdrawing her fingers from Mandy’s sex-drenched vagina and slipping her solid clitoris out of her wet mouth, Jackie moved down and sucked Mandy’s milky juices from her gaping sex hole. Her painfully solid clitoris once more neglected, still on the brink of climax, she’d never experienced such a craving for sexual relief. Her hand finally running down over her stomach, her fingers massaging her clitoris, she was about to masturbate and reach her climax when Jackie grabbed her wrist.
‘No,’ the younger girl said firmly.
‘Please …’ Mandy whimpered. ‘Please, I need to come.’
‘You’ll come when I say, and not before.’
‘But …’
‘The next time I visit you, I’ll have to tie your hands,’ Jackie threatened. ‘Now, behave yourself.’
Again gripping the arms of the chair, Mandy watched as the girl ran her wet tongue over the puffy lips of her vulva. Her sex crack gaping wide open, her solid clitoris fully emerging from beneath its pink bonnet, she thought that her lesbian lover was going to make her wait for ever for her desperately needed orgasm. Again thrusting two fingers into Mandy’s hot vagina, Jackie slipped another finger between the firm cheeks of her bottom and caressed the sensitive brown tissue surrounding her anus.
Mandy gasped as the girl’s finger drove deep into the dank heat of her tightening rectal duct. Jackie certainly knew what she was doing, Mandy thought happily. But Mandy was desperate for an orgasm and writhed in her sexual frenzy as the other girl’s fingers thrust repeatedly into her tight sex holes. Her clitoris begging for a wet tongue, her sex milk gushing from her bloated vagina, she became delirious and lay convulsing wildly in the armchair. But Jackie still wouldn’t give her what she wanted. The girl deliberately teased Mandy’s budlette, massaged the inner flesh of her wet vagina and hot rectum, but deliberately delayed bringing her solid clitty to climax. This really was sexual torture, Mandy thought as her young body shook and convulsed uncontrollably.
‘For God’s sake,’ Mandy gasped. ‘I need to come.’
‘I know you do,’ Jackie replied, giggling. ‘You like my fingers in your hot little holes?’
‘Yes, yes.’
‘And you want me to suck your clitoris?’
‘God, yes. Suck it now. Please …’
‘You started off by saying that you weren’t into lesbian sex, and now you’re begging me to suck your clitoris.’
‘Just do it, Jackie.’
Mandy let out a rush of breath as Jackie sucked her ballooning clitoris into her hot mouth and repeatedly swept her tongue over its sensitive tip. Her orgasm came quickly, her young body shaking fiercely as her hot pussy milk gushed over the girl’s hand. Never had she known a climax of such amazing strength and duration. Gazing at the open valley of her vulva, her puffy pussy lips enveloping Jackie’s pretty mouth, she clutched the girl’s head and ground her open cuntal flesh hard against her face. Again and again, waves of lesbian-induced pleasure rocked her young body to the core as she listened to the slurping and sucking sounds of lesbian sex. Her pulsating clitoris pumping ripples of orgasm deep into her rhythmically contracting womb, her head lolling from side to side, her eyes rolling, she thought that she was going to pass out as her pleasure peaked.
‘No more,’ she managed to gasp. Jackie ignored her plea and continued to suck on her orgasming clitoris and piston her tight sex holes with her fingers. Again, Mandy begged the girl to stop, but she sucked and fingered her and sustained her amazing climax. ‘My cunt,’ Mandy breathed, her nostrils flaring, her eyes rolling. ‘M
y beautiful cunt. God, no more.’
Finally drifting down from the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced, she lay trembling in the armchair as Jackie withdrew her wet fingers from her sated sex holes and slipped her deflating clitoris out of her hot mouth. Her mind blown away in the aftermath of her lesbian orgasm, her breathing fast and shallow, Mandy was unable to speak as Jackie asked her how she felt.
‘There,’ Jackie breathed. ‘That’s how a girl should be taken to orgasm.’
‘Amazing,’ Mandy gasped shakily. ‘That was … God, that was amazing.’
‘I thought you’d like it. No man will ever be able to do that for you. Only a girl knows …’
‘How to pleasure another girl.’
‘That’s right. This is only the beginning of our relationship.’ Climbing to her feet, Jackie grabbed her clothes. ‘I can teach you so much more, Mandy. There’s so much pleasure we can bring each other, so much we have to share.’
‘I feel dizzy,’ Mandy gasped. ‘God, I feel …’
‘Relax, and you’ll soon feel better than ever. The longer a girl has to wait, the bigger her orgasm will be. You can try it when you masturbate. Take yourself to the edge of your climax, and hold yourself there for as long as you can. When you come, it will be fantastic.’
Finally opening her eyes and looking around the room, Mandy wondered where the younger girl had gone. As if waking from a dream, she wondered whether Jackie had been real. Looking down between her pussy-wet thighs at the gaping crack of her vulva, she realised that she’d soaked the armchair cushion with her juices of orgasm. Had Jackie been real? Or was she an apparition, an angel?
Hauling her trembling body out of the chair, she finally came to her senses and remembered that David was calling round that evening. Why hadn’t he phoned? she wondered. Slipping her wet panties up her long legs and concealing the inflamed lips of her vagina, she flopped onto the sofa and lay with a cushion beneath her head. David should have phoned, she reflected. Had he given up on her? Had he called round and seen her though the lounge window? Drifting off into a deep sleep, Mandy didn’t hear the phone ringing.
Six
MANDY WOKE ON the sofa to find the sun streaming in through the lounge window. Her back aching, her thighs glued together with starched pussy milk, she clambered to her feet and glanced at her watch. Eight-thirty. Unable to believe that she’d slept for so long, she climbed the stairs and stepped into the shower. The events of the previous evening filtered into her mind as she washed the girl juice from her sex crack and inner thighs and she decided not to indulge in lesbian sex again. She was neglecting her web-design business and travelling along the road to what she believed would be her inevitable downfall.
‘I don’t want to become a bisexual whore,’ she breathed as she went into her bedroom and brushed her long dark hair. ‘One man,’ she muttered as she dressed in a miniskirt and blouse. ‘One man, one relationship.’ David was the one, she mused as the phone rang. He was good company, he knew how to treat a girl and …
‘It’s me,’ Paula announced as Mandy grabbed the bedside phone.
‘Hello, me,’ Mandy quipped. ‘How are things?’
‘Couldn’t be better. I have a photo shoot this morning.’
‘A photo shoot? What do you mean?’
‘I’m into modelling. Didn’t I tell you?’
‘No, no, you didn’t,’ Mandy replied, wondering whether to believe her. ‘So, you’re a model?’
‘I do a bit here and there. It’s more of a hobby than anything else.’
‘Sounds interesting,’ Mandy said, stretching the phone lead as she tossed her hairbrush onto the dressing table. ‘What sort of modelling is it?’
‘Nude, of course. The money is excellent – not that I need the money.’
‘No, I suppose not. By the way, I got the money from Jackie. Thanks for that.’
‘Oh, yes. She’s a little angel, don’t you think?’
‘She’s an attractive girl, yes.’
‘Did she come on to you?’
‘No, of course not,’ Mandy lied. ‘All she did was give me the money.’
‘Oh, I see. Didn’t you fancy her?’
‘No, not really. She’s not my type. So, how are your men friends?’
‘I went out last night with this really dishy man. God, Mandy, he was good in bed.’
‘Take him to the wine bar this evening,’ Mandy suggested. ‘I’ll bring Gary along and we’ll make up a foursome.’
‘OK, I’ll do that,’ Paula agreed, much to Mandy’s surprise. ‘About seven?’
‘Seven will be fine. I’ll ring Gary and tell him.’
‘That’s great. So, Jackie didn’t stay for long?’
‘She came in for a while and we chatted.’
‘What about?’
‘Well, nothing, really.’
‘Mandy, are you keeping something from me?’
‘No, of course not. Jackie and I chatted about this and that, and then she went.’
‘Will you be seeing her again?’
‘No – why should I? I mean, she only came round to give me the money. I have no reason to see her again.’
‘No, I suppose not. OK, I’ll see you this evening.’
‘Don’t be late, Paula. I’m looking forward to meeting your new man.’
‘I won’t be late. Bye.’
Mandy frowned as she replaced the receiver and sat on the edge of her bed. Either Paula was lying or Jackie had got it all wrong, she reckoned. Paula didn’t seem to be short of men, and she certainly didn’t come across as lonely. Paula was Jackie’s boss, and it was unlikely that she’d tell the teenage girl about her private life. Jackie had somehow come to the wrong conclusion, Mandy reflected. She knew that Paula worked hard and probably thought that she didn’t have time for socialising and meeting men.
Ringing Gary’s office, Mandy bit her lip as she arranged to meet him at the wine bar. She’d decided to stick to one man, to David, but was now going to see Gary. Still, as far as she was aware, David hadn’t contacted her. If he couldn’t be bothered to ring her, then she wouldn’t bother with him, she decided. Gary was over the moon and talked about going back to Mandy’s place for coffee afterwards. It seemed that his wife would be out late, giving him a little freedom. Mandy agreed, and then went downstairs to check her emails.
‘Shit,’ she breathed, reading an email that had arrived the previous day. A representative from the large plastics company wanted to call round to see her that afternoon to discuss the web-site design. Mandy replied, giving her address and apologising for the delay in getting back to them. Within minutes, another email arrived. Jack Carforth, a company director, would be at Mandy’s place at three o’clock. ‘Shit,’ Mandy muttered again. ‘What shall I wear? What will he think of this dump?’
Having paced the lounge floor for several hours, Mandy almost jumped out of her skin when the doorbell rang. Opening the door, she gazed at the man and stammered as she invited him in. Jack Carforth was in his fifties and had greying hair, but he was not bad-looking. Leading him into the dining room, Mandy offered him a seat and asked him whether he’d like tea or coffee. Placing his briefcase on the desk, he said he wanted neither. Tall and wearing a suit, white shirt and tie, he looked rather foreboding. As he pulled his chair up to the desk Mandy switched her computer on, hoping that she wasn’t going to make a mess of the meeting.
‘Relax,’ he said, with a chuckle. ‘Your hands are trembling.’
‘I am a little nervous,’ she confessed.
‘Don’t be. We’ve accepted your quote, and I’m only here to go through one or two things.’ Opening his briefcase, Carforth showed Mandy some rough designs. ‘This is the sort of thing we’re after,’ he said, placing a sheet of A4 on the desk. ‘Company logo at the top, and then this blurb about the things we do, and the links to the other web pages down the side.’
‘OK, that’s fine,’ Mandy said, studying the paper. ‘I’ll need a list of all the pages you
want, and the content.’
‘I’ve got each page drawn up,’ he said, taking a wad of paper from his case. ‘We’ve bought a domain name, and the FTP details are listed here. I know nothing about FTP or domains. That’s your department.’
‘No problem. Well, I can start on this straight away.’
‘Good. Now that’s over, I think I will have a coffee.’
‘Er … I’ll need to know the colour scheme and …’
‘I’ll leave that to you,’ Carforth cut in. ‘My fellow directors and I have some ideas, but we want to see what you come up with.’
‘OK, I’ll get the site up and running and you can check it out before we go live. Anything you’re not happy with can be changed, of course.’
‘We want to leave it all to you, Mandy. It’s OK to call you Mandy?’
‘Yes, of course.’
‘Good. I’m Jack. Now, how about that coffee?’
Mandy brought up one or two points over coffee and was amazed when Jack pulled a chequebook from his briefcase and asked her how much she wanted up front. Agreeing to half the total cost, he wrote the cheque and indicated that he might have further work for her. The company was expanding, and another web site might be in the pipeline. Mandy was over the moon as she gazed at the cheque, but did her best not to show it. One thing was certain – with all this work to do, there’d be very little time for sex. During the day, at least.
Finally seeing him out, she closed the door and punched the air with her fist. ‘Yes,’ she cried. ‘Yes, fucking yes.’ This was a completely different ball game, she knew as she recalled the landscape gardener’s web site. Gardeners, plumbers … This was a massive company with huge amounts of cash floating around. If they did want another web site, she’d be well on the way to success, she thought happily. And to have such a huge and respected company in her portfolio was bound to open other doors.
Too excited to eat, Mandy applied her make-up and brushed her long dark hair before leaving the flat and walking to the wine bar. What if Gary didn’t turn up? she wondered anxiously. To spend the evening with Paula and her new man would be awkward without Gary there. Smiling as she walked into the bar and noticed Gary ordering a drink, she breathed a sigh of relief.