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.
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?"