"Of course, darling. I'm asking now. Will you let me be your lesbian cuntlapper?"
"Yeah. Do it!"
Kate moved swiftly. Lips welcomed her, the moist young lips of a moist young vagina. Murmuring ecstatically, she kissed the lips and then went between them into the silk-fringed tightness, the hollow that closed upon her tongue. She heard purring noises from above, gleeful little gurgles that added to her intoxication. Somehow she managed to strain her neck to see the mirror image, a show in itself, the oriental face, so cruel, the face of a haughty Chinese empress – and that other thing down there on her knees, a nothing thing, there only to serve and beg for the privilege of serving. A slavish creature sucking, sucking…
"Oooh! I'm close. Make it happen!"
"Darling!"
"Don't talk, just do it, you cuntlapper!"
"Mmm…" And with a frantic effort that was tempered only by the need to please her pretty tyrant, Kate sucked the precious little pussy to a climax…
Later, still nude and in make-up, Hildy returned to the subject of the bitten fingernails. The idea of a cure had become rather an obsession with her, evidently. "You said you'd help me, Kate. And I really do want to stop biting them – for myself as much as for Aunt Inez."
"I understand. Well, there are different ways to…"
"Never mind that. I don't want explanations, I just want action. What's the quickest way?"
"Tie your hands, I suppose. That usually works. But I wouldn't dream of doing such a thing to you, honeybunch, it would be too uncomfortable."
"Behind my back you mean, huh?"
"Uh-huh. So you can't get at them."
"I wonder how it would feel."
"Not very nice, I'm afraid. You'd probably get upset and make me untie you right away."
"Could be. But let's try it, hmm? Just to see what it's like. Maybe I won't mind so much."
"Well… sometime, perhaps."
"Why not right now? Come on, Kate, be a sport and tie me up. Let's just see what happens. I don't feel nervous with you. And that's the main reason I bite my nails – because I'm nervous, you know? Especially when someone tries to boss me around. Only you never do that, so I feel okay with you."
"Thank you, dear, that's quite a compliment. I guess we really are friends now. And in that case…"
"You'll do it? Huh? Please?"
How could anyone resist such a charming plea!
Kate foraged and found a silk scarf and used it to bind Hildy's wrists, careful to avoid hurting her. And for the next hour or so, giggling happily, the youngster pranced around with hands behind her back. Eventually, however, nature took its course and she trotted off to the bathroom.
Then, a few minutes later, "Kate?"
"Yes, dear."
"Come in, will you? I guess you'll have to untie me."
Kate grinned at the sight. "Why? Are you uncomfortable? Does the binding bother you?"
"Nope. But I just… well… you know…"
"Come now, that's no reason to quit. You haven't chewed your nails for over an hour; why spoil our success? Just spread your legs, darling, and I'll do it for you."
"Huh?"
"I'll wipe your pussy."
"You mean it?"
Kate shrugged and tore a few sheets of toilet tissue from the roll. She bent over, and to the accompaniment of hilarious squeals of laughter, proceeded to wipe the moisture away. After a moment she knelt down and leaned closer in order to do an even more thorough cleansing job.
"There now. Nice and clean again."
"Wow! You know something? That makes having my hands tied almost worthwhile."
"You like Kate's brand of service, eh?"
"I'll say. Mmm, I can feel your breath down there. It's tickling me. I'm getting hot all over again."
"Oh? Shall I do something about it?"
"Uh-huh. Let me up. We'll go to the bedroom and…"
"No. I won't let you up. You're my prisoner. You're my darling little prisoner of love. And I'm going to suck you right here. Your darling little cunt."
"Kate!"
"Ummm…"
"Okay then, if that's what you want. Suck it, suck it, suck my darling little pussy cunt!"
CHAPTER TEN
Once – a thousand years ago? – when Elspeth was just a little girl, a boy dared her to climb the tower and dive off the high board at the local swimming pool. She was frightened and didn't want to. But the boy was good-looking and popular and she liked him enough to prove herself worthy of his interest. So up she climbed and down she dived, quite bravely as it turned out. But she would never forget how terrifying that was, going up the tall ladder step by hesitant step. Reaching the top and looking down. And knowing that she didn't have the nerve to throw herself off. Or the greater nerve it would take to turn around and climb down and face the jeers of the watching kids…
Scary, to say the least. And that was how she felt about being here in the penthouse with the fabulous Margalo Fitch. Much as the woman seemed to be trying to put her at ease, Elspeth could still feel that damn diving board shaking under her feet. But she had made the long climb and couldn't back out now; it was time to take the headlong plunge.
The decision to go on was born of necessity. She would never conquer Joan Talbot without first learning how. It was an art she simply didn't know enough about, this business of dominating a girl and turning her into a personal plaything. And it was an art, apparently, or at least an artistic technique that had to be acquired through study and practice. Her own natural instincts just wouldn't do – she needed a teacher, she needed an experienced dominant-type lesbian to show her the ropes. More specifically, she needed Margalo Fitch. Only there was a fearsome high board to dive off before the instruction could begin.
"You see why I can't do it?" Margalo was saying. "If you're strictly straight and just playing games, it wouldn't be fair to Joan. So unless you're ready to go all the way, I'm afraid you'll have to deal me out."
"All the way…" Elspeth frowned. "It sounds sinister. Just what does that entail?"
"You'll find out in good time – if I'm your teacher. But for openers, well, how simple can it get? From what I gather, you've never even been kissed."
"Huh? But I just told you…"
"Kissed on the lips. Mouth to mouth, lover to lover. You've never had that with a lesbian, have you?"
"N-no…"
"So you're certainly not ready for those other things, the wild things, don't you see? Elspeth, you've got to learn to walk before you can run."
"Uh-huh. You've made your point. All right, I'll go along with whatever you say. Will you help me?"
"You'll put yourself completely in my hands? We have to do this my way, you know. If I'm to be your, teacher, you'll have to respect my judgment!"
"Say no more. I'm already in your…"
That was as far as Elspeth got. The rest was blocked and slammed back into her throat by a ruthless mouth and thrusting tongue, a kiss like no kiss she had ever known. A kiss that made other kisses patchy comparison. And there was no let-up in the intensity of the onslaught. It remained gentle, true, gentle and feminine, but the hands in her hair held their fierce grip while the maddening tongue retained its vantage position in her mouth. Like a hook buried in her flesh, that tongue – she could neither spit it out nor swallow it – and at last she just sucked on the hot wet thing and duplicated its movements. To return what she was receiving. It was done to show cooperation, mainly, so she wasn't at all prepared for the spark of excitement that flared within her own body.
Margalo ended the embrace with a pleased murmur. "You liked that. A good beginning. Now let's not waste any time. Into the bedroom with you – and get your clothes off. Don't be embarrassed, just undress in a hurry and I'll join you. Think of me as your teacher, not your lover."
Thinking was impossible anyway and Elspeth just went ahead and obeyed. Naked on the bed, she was ready when Margalo came to her, a vision of voluptuous beauty. Ready when those shining red lips moved out of sight to fasten upon her breasts. Now she could feel the tongue she had just tasted; her taut nipples could almost taste it too. A warm palm slithered down over her belly, sending her torso into an arch of eager response. The palm cupped and held firmly, its dilating pressure driving her frantic with a need she hadn't known existed.