The hot mouth moved swiftly, swooping downward. Lips clung in soft suction. And then Elspeth felt that tongue again, the tongue that was so incredibly exciting, and it was like nothing else on the face of this earth. Just once, in an odd flash of lucidity, she wondered why the thrill was so much greater than what Joan had given her – but then the waves of pleasure washed thought away. She found Margalo's burrowing head and clutched joyously as the hair came alive in her fingers.
Somehow, though, a change was taking place. A shifting, a movement, something quite strange. Elspeth lost track for a moment of agonizing emptiness.
"What – what are you…"
"Like this. Come on, kid, give a little."
"Oh…"
"Together now. Love me!"
The emptiness had passed. But that hot mouth felt different now. Upside-down. Margalo's thighs were close and drawing closer, and Elspeth knew what was being asked of her. No, demanded, that was it, and she let her own impetuosity take control, shooting both arms out to seize and position the soft thick thighs. With a wriggle, the big womanly body complied to her urging; she moaned into the slowly settling flesh, her mouth groping…
Then, abruptly, "That's enough, Elspeth."
"Hmm?"
"Enough for now."
"But…"
"You've got the makings of a good lesbian, all right. But it's time you learned how to suck cunt."
"Oh. Please. I'm so hot. Must you…"
"Sit up and listen." Margalo shifted again, resting one bare foot on Elspeth's leg. "You do want to learn, don't you?"
"Yes. Of course. Everything."
"Well, you start by learning to appreciate me. Me, a woman – I want to feel your sincere appreciation when you make love to my body. Are you ready to learn?"
Still dazed, Elspeth shivered as the crimson tipped toes curled over her thigh. "I-I'm ready. Teach me, please teach me." Her head reeled in sudden disbelief as she watched the bare foot slide up past her belly and breasts. It felt nice upon her skin, though, gliding lightly across all the sensitive ups and downs before coming to a stop against her lips.
"Do it," Margalo said. "This is something you'll be getting from your little friend, eventually. But now you must learn by doing. Besides, I happen to enjoy it – and pleasing her teacher should be very important to any young student. Come on, kiss my foot!"
Elspeth had no choice. But that wasn't altogether true, she realized – she did have a choice, of course. She could get right up and put on her clothes and walk out. She could tell this demanding lesbian to shove it. Kiss her foot? What the woman was urging her to do was monstrous, absolutely monstrous.
But why was it so exciting?
Her mouth opened. The sob that welled up inside her throat was stifled by the intrusion of flesh. Yes, perhaps there was a choice. But she had already made it.
"Uh-huh… you're learning…" After a while the foot left her lips and glided away, curving around the back of her neck and tugging her forward. "Tits now. Do a good job."
Avidly she plunged her face into the voluptuous bosom. This, at least, she could understand. Or so she figured. But no, her teacher was talking to her, telling her what to do. Telling her how to do it, patiently and in great detail. And in pretty strong terms too, since Margalo was mincing no words about how she wanted her tits loved. The nipples especially, huge stiff things that were each a mouthful, craved particular attention, and Elspeth had never suspected how complicated the procedure was. It had never been done to her, certainly not like this! But she was glad to be learning now, glad to be unraveling all these mysteries that only a woman could understand. Among the twists and turns of lesbian love, even the most simple and straightforward caresses seemed wondrously complex.
It took time. How long she couldn't tell. Nor did she really care. The only thing that mattered was the soft whiteness and the whispered words that led her on and on.
And then the words became sharper, bolder, searing her mind and burning themselves into her brain. Words about the rest of that voluptuous body. So many curves and mounds and hollows and chasms. So much perfumed flesh that demanded attention. Would it never end? Did she want it to end? That sloping belly, these sleek thighs, the flawlessly smooth skin against her cheek. No, if it never came to an end she would still be happy just going on and on – wherever the voice was leading her. And for as long as necessary. Hot as she was, even her own sexual needs were secondary to the needs of her teacher. "Ah! Yes. There. Suck my cunt!"
"Mmm…"
"Wait!"
"Huh?"
"I have to hear you say it first. You want to, don't you? And not just to please me, either. You really want to, Elspeth, you want to."
"Umm… want to…"
"Say it. Tell me you love my cunt. Say it out loud – loud and clear – so there'll be no mistake. Then we'll both know you can appreciate a woman's body."
"Oh. Yes. I love your cunt."
"You love to suck it?"
"I love it, I love it, I love sucking your cunt. Let me do it now, Margalo. Please!"
"Suck, then. Suck my cunt and learn what it's like to be a lesbian slave."
Elspeth shuddered but was too far gone to care. Lesbian slave? Oh, the hell with it – only a name, that was all – the same name she would soon be bestowing upon her roomie. Right now it was more important to walk the plank and take that dive, the scary but impossibly thrilling dive into the pool, the pool of sensuality, the delicious cunt-pool! And she sank her face into it, lost in the intoxicating texture and fragrance, using her hands beneath the softly yielding round buttocks to lift and seal the contact.
Vaguely she became aware that no further instructions were being given. No more lessons. That was good, she decided, it meant she was doing well all by herself. Maybe she had a natural aptitude for it. Good. Good, good, good. I'll show her. I'll show her how good I can be. Oh shit, the best! Best damn lesbian slave in the world!
"Ah… now… that's the way. Now!"
"Mmmm. Love your cunt…"
Then, a pleased whisper, "Welcome to Sappho Manor, darling. Oh yes, I'll be your teacher. You've got a lot to learn, though, so I'll be expecting you up here often. Understand?"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Her affair with the kid was coming along nicely, but Kate knew it could only be counted as a beginning. Soon, quite soon, a major change would have to take place. As much as she enjoyed her present state of comradeship with the precious youngster, there was still a job to be done, a job that Miss Margalo would be getting inquisitive about any day now. Hildy's notions of sex needed some shaking up, obviously, and Kate wracked her brains trying to figure out how to go about it. Sex had to be more than just a one-way proposition.
Aside from that, however, everything was going along just swimmingly. Inez Bellamy had already commented on how well-behaved her niece had become. And Kate was the recipient of great praise now that Hildy's fingernails were growing out. So except for that one single fly in the ointment, life had indeed become a pleasure. And the sweet kid certainly deserved some sort of reward, she decided, a reward for good behavior.
"How about it, Hildy? What would you like? I said I'd buy you a pair of shoes – shall we do that today?"
"It's raining out."
"Hmm. So it is. Tomorrow, then?"
"We'll see. But you already promised me the shoes, isn't that right? So it really wouldn't be a reward. Nope. There's something else I'd rather have."