The swarthy thighs caught Judy's face between them. With power to spare, the big dark woman tightened her grip. Then, abruptly having demonstrated her coercive control she let her legs go limp again, muttering an order that now seemed doubly imperative because of its painful prelude.
Not that the show of authority was necessary. Judy was already kissing the hair. It tickled her nose lightly, but the sensation was somewhat less than appealing. And then, quite aware that her performance would be judged for enthusiasm as well as technique, she quelled her chagrin and plunged her face into the black bush, shooting her tongue into the flesh beyond. Moistly slobbering flesh that opened like another mouth, a sucking pair of lips to invite the thrust deeper. Ugh. What a slimy mess! Sometimes she wondered if the eventual payoff could ever be worth such a sacrifice. Her perfect hideout had sure developed some ugly flaws.
Some hideout. In a way, it was even worse than the reformatory. There, at least, an inmate had certain civil rights. But then again, well, what good was all that civil rights crap without hope? If she got picked up now, there would be no escape for her, nothing but a sentence to serve and not under minimum security. Here, she still had a chance. Anyway, her mind was already made up; wasn't it safer all around to just grit her teeth and hang on? Stick it out. Swallow her pride and wait for better days; sooner or later it was bound to happen, her world would be beautiful once again, big and beautiful and a lot more satisfying than this hairy old hole between Solange's grabby legs. Only it seemed so far away yet. Now there was even talk of putting her in uniform, dressing her like a real maid as though they planned to keep her here forever. Hmm. Dressing her as a maid, training her as a lady-lover, a glutton for pussy; were they trying to make some kind of lesbian body-slave out of her? Only she just wasn't a glutton for this pussy…
"Kid, you've got a lot to learn."
"Ummm?"
"But I'm too hot to start teaching you now. Roll over. I'll just have to make myself come on your face."
"Hmm?"
"You heard me. Over you go. On your back! I'm going to fuck that pretty face of yours."
Aghast at the abrupt switch, Judy could only moan and move in a hurry, yielding to the forceful hands and scrambling into position. The big bare crotch was already poised above her head, black and furry and practically oozing with steamy slime. It looked awful. All that mucky-wet hair! And those awesome ass-cheeks hunkering down, spreading in gleeful anticipation. She throttled the scream in her throat and then found herself suddenly struggling for breath, all but asphyxiated under the oppressive and still settling cunt-flesh. Hopefully, she stuck her tongue up into it, poking around for some responsive clue from above, some way to induce a hasty orgasm and end this horrendous ordeal.
The effort went in vain, though. And then her frantically searching tongue was simply disregarded as the rocking motion began. Only her face was being used. Her upturned and very vulnerable face. The great body rocked over it heavily, the damp crotch swinging like a slithery pendulum, gradually dulling her senses with its ponderous pressure. Somehow it didn't seem so bad now; in fact, she was almost comfortable lying there on her back like that, almost cheerfully resigned to the prolonged face-washing. All that nice warm softness. If it got no worse than this, she wouldn't really mind at all. She could even recognize its infectious impact already, a familiar warmth awakening in her own loins…
"I'm getting there, kiddo. Just hold steady for me. Yeah. You're a good face-fuck, I'll say that for you. But how about some tongue now, hmm? Watch it, you'll know when. Every time I slow down, shoot it right into me that tongue of yours don't be bashful. Right up my cunt. Yeah, that's it, hot and wet and slippery, that's how a tongue ought to be. Good girl. Now try it like this. Go ahead, do my asshole. Lick it, lick it, give me your tongue! I want that fucking tongue in deep, you hear?"
But it was already happening, of course I'll fuck her ass with my fucking tongue! even the slow rocking had narrowed down to a stop and Judy could actually feel the concentrated weight growing heavier on the wedge-cushion of her face. It was new to her, the obscene thing she was doing, and somehow the very obscenity of it added a certain fuel to the fire. A highly volatile fuel, as it turned out, exploding in a holocaust of hot desire. Because it was happening, sure enough, she was licking a lesbian's ass and loving it. Even this lesbian's ass! It was like a revelation, a new dimension, a whole new perspective. And now, for the first time in this lewdly pleasurable act of bestowing pleasure she became aware of a sweet submissiveness within herself, a need to go on giving, granting every wish and indulging every whim of this bitchy boss of hers. Her assigned instructor and self-appointed owner. And again for the first time, she followed her submissive bent to its logical conclusion and at last accepted the woman's claim of ownership. Possession. At this point, anyway, her tongue was certainly owned, every elongated inch of it, ingested and impounded by the deeply furrowed flesh that allowed no respite. Lesbian ass-flesh. A dirty old lesbian's bossy asshole, wasn't that a weird twist?
Weird but somehow quite wonderful, Judy decided. Although she couldn't help wishing it might have been someone more beautiful. A beautiful lesbian with a more beautiful ass…
"Oh, it's you. Darling, how nice of you to call."
"Do you have time to talk? I'm not interrupting anything?"
"Silly. I'll always have time for you. By the way, how's that sexy tongue of yours today? My cunt feels just fine."
"Oh, come now, must you? Vera?"
"Don't be such a prude, it doesn't become you. Even your tongue isn't prudish any more, right? Quite the contrary, I'd say. And if you'd like a witness to that, I'm sure my sleepy but contented cunt will be glad to speak up and "
"Please. I'm embarrassed just listening to you. Must you talk like that over the telephone?"
"There you go again. Prissy, prissy. You're a strange breed, Alison, I never met a prissy cuntlapper before. You figure maybe somebody's getting an earful? If so, let's not disappoint 'em just breathe hard and it'll sound like an obscene phone call, the real thing, you know? Otherwise, forget it, only politicians get bugged and taped. Anyway, I kind of enjoy it, talking over the wire like that. It's supposed to be sophisticated."
"It it sounds so dirty."
"Just dirty? That's your only impression?"
"Well, uh, sexy too, I guess. Sexy-dirty? Oh, the hell with it, let's change the subject. That's why I called in the first place, I've got something to tell you."
"Shoot. What's on your mind?"
"Uh, now I'm not sure how to say it. Vera, you've hinted a couple of times about our living together. Anyhow, you brought up the idea often enough to make me give it some thought, so it's only fair to tell you how I feel. My reaction is negative, I'm afraid, strictly negative. If we moved in together it would be like an open declaration to the world a lesbian marriage, practically. And I'm not ready for that. Think of the gossip, the possible scandal. No, it just won't work, darling. Besides, if I ever do get over my block against men… "
"Uh-huh. I get the picture."
"You do understand, don't you? Vera?"
"Well, uh, I'm disappointed, naturally. But if that's the way you feel about it… "
"I I'm sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry about, it's no great tragedy. I'm glad you got it off your mind, Alison. Case closed. I won't mention it again. Of course, if you should ever decide otherwise… "
"No. No chance of that."
"Like I said, then case closed. Okay? And now it just so happens that I've got something on my mind."
"Oh? Do tell?"
"About my little slave-girl. Judy. I'd like to bring her over sometime soon. She's so well-trained. I want to show her off to you."
"So soon? Darling, I had no idea. I thought the training period was supposed to take ages. From what you said… "
"I thought so, too. But she's coming along so nicely well, I'm just dying for you to meet her. She looks so cute in her new outfit. I had it made up for her, a maid's uniform, the sexy kind, frivolous rather than practical. Like a sexy French maid, you know?"
"Uh-huh. But that's a bit confusing, isn't it? Is she a maid or a slave? I wouldn't know how to treat her. If you brought her over, wouldn't she just be my guest?"
"Don't let that bother you, my dear. We'll skip the uniform, she's really not used to it yet anyway. So as far as you're concerned, the kid can be a guest if that's any easier. But never mind the details, just give me an answer; shall I bring her? Somehow whenever I mentioned it before, you sounded interested but not very enthusiastic."
"Oh. But it's simpler over the telephone without the distraction of your body, I mean. You know how I get when we're together. I just can't think of anyone else. Right now I'm still not exactly enthusiastic just interested, I guess but by all means, Vera darling, do bring your little slave-girl over for a visit. There now, does that answer your question?"
"It's a lovely answer, angel. Hmm. If we had TV telephones, would my body distract you? I'm lying here naked. Nekkid as a jaybird, I think the expression goes."
"Hush… "
"All naked. Tits, Ass. Cunt. Naked and lonesome for your sweet lips. Does that mean anything to you?"
"It means I'm getting excited."
"That's nice. Touch yourself."
"Huh?"
"Check and see, are you really excited? Between your legs. Is it wet down there? Just from talking with me?"
"Oh. All right. Sexy bitch. Yes, it's wet."
"Keep touching it. Wiggle your finger."
"Vera!"
"Well, you did call me a sexy bitch. So it shouldn't surprise you if I talk like one. Come on now, do it, wiggle your finger, do it inside your cunt and tell me how it feels."
"So sexy… sexy-dirty… "
"Fun though, hmm? Do it like a wiggly tongue. The way your own tongue wiggles when you're sucking me, do it like that. A kind of gentle fingerfuck, you know?"
"Sexy-dirty, oooh, and over the telephone, imagine!"
"It works, doesn't it?"
"Need you ask? It works, it works."
"Horny girl. Horny little angel… "
"I I'd better hang up now."
"Alison, don't you dare!"
"Hmm? No?"
"Don't hang up. I want to hear you come. And lick your lips and think of me while you're doing it. Think of my cunt. Are you thinking about my cunt, darling?"
"Yesss… your cunt, your beautiful cunt… "
"Horny little cuntlapper."
"Cuntlapper. I'm a horny little cuntlapper. Oh, you make me so hot! Vera? You getting hot, too?"
"I'll say. Hot and horny. Oh, if I only had that pretty face of yours between my thighs right this minute… "
"Mmm… lapping your cunt… "