Mimi Spender clenched her eyes tightly shut, refusing to give up the lassitude of afternoon dreams, despite the insistent tap on her left shoulder. Her eyes blinked once and the summer breeze blew silken strands of her chestnut hair across her relaxed face. The effort of reaching up with one hand awakened her senses, then, and the events of the day flooded back on her in startling reality. Her father's encouragements, the empty house… and later on her own lewd masturbation while a girl she didn't know had twisted and writhed with a dog in sexual coupling… a debauchery Mimi, despite her countrified experience, didn't even know was possible. And then finally her own uncontrollable release as the sensations of lust had built into an insane tempo and she had succumbed to her pent-up desires. Her inhibitions – usually well guarded and labeled chaste by an over-active morality – had crumbled unexplainably, with the fingers of one hand sluicing wetly into the hotly gushing portals of her cunt until she had come to orgasm. And that was what clung to her fingers now as they grazed across her nose to wipe the hair from her eyes – the telltale scent of her own lust. And that rawness and vague feeling of being spent and used had come from fingering herself. Oh shame!
"… Mimi…?" came a far-away sounding voice. "… Mimi…?" it repeated, as gentle as the wind in the pear tree above.
Reluctantly, in slow motion, Mimi raised her head to stare into the dimpled face of Carrie who stood above her, her golden-wheat tanned body audaciously exposed in a pair of white tennis shorts and a stretchy tube-top of a brilliant cherry red. "What are you doing asleep under the tree? We've been looking for you…"
"Oh, oh, I'm so sorry…" Mimi's bewilderment at Carrie's change of heart attitude left her vulnerably impressionable, and for a moment Mimi wasn't sure this was even the same cattish green-eyed girl who'd so suspiciously assayed her the day before. A friendliness, vague though it seemed, had replaced that razor sharp edge of distrust. "Is… Is Ed waiting for me?"
Carrie's dimples deepened. "He sure is… he wants to show you around the grounds and get you set up in the summer house. Brenda's leaving tonight for the week… I'm not sure what her excuse is, but Ed needs to show you the kennels and give instructions on feeding the pups."
Mimi stumbled to her feet, following Carrie's footsteps to the summer home where Mimi deposited her suitcase and bedroll and then made her way to dog kennels where Ed waiting with foot-tapping impatience. His glowering smile made her stiffen, and instinctively, she didn't like him.
My Lord there's something so familiar in that look… Dobkins… the way he looked at me before he attacked me! That same dirty old man grin that wouldn't accept no as an answer!
Her eyes shot back at Carrie and found no reassurance there. Mimi shivered in the bright afternoon sunlight, feeling trapped in a time zone like some crazy midnight space odyssey.
Wobbly kneed, the coed forced her concentration on the six week old puppies yelping and whining at her feet, one nibbling at the toes of her sandaled feet, while another – the runt of the litter – ran with his tail between his legs, hovering at her feet while the bully of the litter chased him, nipping at his stubby tail. "Poor little baby," Mimi empathized, getting down on her haunches to scoop up the yelping puppy in her arms, and looked straight into the eyes of the male German Shepherd who'd made love to that girl in the summer home! Mimi stiffened. An evil, menacing stare leveled at her from intense dog's eyes, and an ominous shiver coursed up her some.
Ed hovered about, grating out directions, instructions, rations, and cautions. Mimi heard little of it. Those canine eyes held her captive, causing something obscenely sexual to trigger in her mind. Lord what was going on inside her head?
They left her then with the bag of dog food, the empty dishes and the water bucket, with a horde of dogs jumping lip on her legs begging for attention, hungry and impatient. Calmed now that Ed and Carrie had left her alone, Mimi went about her task of scooping out a handful of dry dog food into each dish, then pouring fresh water in the centrally located watering dishes. It was dog for dog competing for the food, and as always, the bigger animals gulped down their food then moved to their neighbor's dish to finish his before the smaller jaws had gotten their fill. Like dominoes, the bigger puppies shoved the little ones over… one down the line… leaving the runt of the litter a hungry waif. Mimi was considering refilling the dishes when she heard a sharp whine and glanced over her shoulder to watch the big male German Shepherd take off after the runt of the litter, chasing him through the open gate of the kennel, down the path leading toward the summer home and disappear around the corner.
"Oh, God, no!" heaved Mimi. First I fell asleep on the job, then the dogs get loose! Great… they're really going to think I'm a stupid chick! Dropping the scoop of dried food, she took out after the dogs, careful to close the gate behind her, wondering what trumped up excuse she could give Ed for her blatant negligence…
She found the great male dog standing outside the door of the summer house, the door still ajar. Guessing the pup had found refuge under her bed or in back of the single dresser she would be sharing with the mysterious blonde, Mimi got down on her knees under the bed and found the pup shivering with fright, huddled in the corner near the wall.
How to get him out? Tact… Down on her knees, she bent even lower, her face close to the floor, her breasts touching it, her shapely buttocks spread and raised in lewd enticement as the narrow crotchband of her Levi's hiked up to wedge in the crevice of her buttocks.
"Come on little puppy," she encouraged. "Come on little puppy," she encouraged. "Come on… don't let that big bully scare you. Come on… Mimi won't let you get hurt…" Slowly, she reached out her hand to grab his leg or the scruff in back of his neck. Balancing herself with the palm of her left hand placed flat against the floor, she reached for it with her right, stretching her arm as far as it would go in the narrow space. It was no good – she couldn't reach the pup who huddled closer to the wall now.
Backing up a little, she levered her body around her weight was balanced on her knees and elbows, then slithered forward, her hips arching up as her torso dipped and extended, her head, shoulders and arms wedging into the restricted space. With her chin touching the floor, she shifted slightly, bringing most of her weight onto her left elbow as her right hand groped for the elusive puppy. Her fingers touched his front leg, and he pulled back, yelping.
Damn! "Come on puppy!"
One again transferring her weight, Mimi eased it off her elbow and onto her chest, making it possible to scoot another three, perhaps four inches forward. With her hips guiding her actions, she inched forward on her flatly mashed breasts until she felt the small of her back wedge against the edge of the bed frame. She could go no further, unless she began all over again and slithered back under on her belly.
Carefully then, for now she could see not at all, she began searching blindly with her fingers for the fluff of puppy fur, inching them along the bare floor, right arm fully extended, moving slowly in an arc from right to left. Her fingers touched something soft and warm and again it huddled closer to the wall and out of her reach.
Careful, now, she thought, easy does it. Don't scare the pup. Slowly, ever so slowly, her fingers crept over the floor, her senses tuned for the slightest contact with the warm fur.
Suddenly, like snapping whip, her head banged up against the bedsprings and her torso shot forward, wedging her helplessly between bed and floor.
She had experienced a warm touch all right, but not with her fingers – with her half naked, lewdly displayed buttocks! Something warm was nuzzling between her helplessly spread thighs!
She was hopelessly trapped, wedged between floor and bed, and her roommate's dog-lover was sniffing between the cleft of her upthrust buttocks, his warm wet nose rooting obscenely there!
Oh God! That damned dog! After the performance she had witnessed this afternoon, there was no doubt in her mind what he wanted. Perhaps if she remained motionless he would become bored and go away.
So, teeth gritting, she did her best to remain still, but every touch of the dog's nose sent a fresh shiver of fright racing along her spine. What kind of madness was this? She couldn't cry out for help… that would be rather silly. She'd never be able to look that arrogant Ed or snide Carrie in the eye again if they found her like this.
She shivered anew as the dog's moistly quivering tongue suddenly lashed out, licking the sensitive folds of her helplessly proffered vagina. Her whole body tensed and she wiggled her buttocks, but he wouldn't budge. She tried again and in response he growled, softly but menacingly.
She was hopelessly trapped! There was nothing to do but remain still and wait for the frightening beast to go way!
Again his tongue licked over her puckered anal crevice, licking up tinder the ragged edges of her cut-offs, coursing down over the fleshy ridges of her quivering pussy that pouted out beneath in succulent folds, still fragrant with this afternoon's love juice.
She shuddered in abject horror as the animal licked her crotch from one end to the other and he showed no signs of stopping.
Like the lashing tongue of a lizard, the dog's rough tongue licked again and again at the moist warm juiciness of the trapped woman's vaginal cleft, and she found herself quaking from his savage contact – not from fear but from something she suddenly couldn't control, a strange sort of primitive excitement that emanated from deep within her near naked cunt.
What's happening to me? What's going on inside my body? First I let that awful Dobkins lick me down there and I begged him not to stop, and now I'm feeling the same way from a dog licking me!
The dog's bristly tongue raced over her clitoris as it slithered up under her shorts; he lapped at the tangy tasty wetness of her narrow slit. Mimi's belly was knotted to the breaking point and she strained to hold back a tortured, relief-giving scream.
I can't stand anymore! I can't!
Hungrily, the dog's lapping tongue snaked deep between the soft pliable lips of her moistly seeping cunt, the rough tip brushing over her pulsing clitoris now and then, each time sending a convulsive shiver racing along her tightly clenched cuntal furrow.
His hot probing tongue wormed up into the warmly trembling entrance to the mouth of her cuntal channel, lapping at the warm wetness deep inside her grasping pussy walls. Her body was shivering out of control… she didn't know how much more of this she could take before he licked her to orgasm. Then suddenly she knew… none.
"Oh, no! Oh no…! Ohhhhhh!"
She clenched her teeth to muffle her deep throaty moan, then lay there, heaving convulsively in the dying throes of her sudden overpowering orgasm.
After a moment the huge dog left and painfully Mimi backed out from under the bed.
From the doorway Carrie watched amusedly. Her sweet approach this afternoon would pay off, and if she could get to this young lovely before Ed did, she could have them both.
"My… what kind of problems are you having, Mimi?" a syrupy voice breathed femininely as Mimi struggled shakily to her feet, "and so appreciative of our well trained stud's talents, too…" she chuckled.
The young coed spun around to face the open doorway and her amused woman who's stinging words prompted Mimi to gasp in denial, but before the thoughts could be put into words, her climax-weakened knees betrayed her and she struggled awkwardly to prevent herself from falling, instead bumping the bed and flopping backward onto it.
"Are you okay?" asked the svelte brunette, hurrying across the room.
Mimi blinked, looking up into the pixie face of the dimpled woman whose eyes now registered what appeared to be genuine concern. "No… I don't think so… but the pup's still under there… hiding…" she mumbled, trying to make a suitable excuse.
The other woman's hand touched her brow, brushing the disheveled hair back from her eyes. "Sure?" she asked concernedly.
"Sure…" Mimi answered.
The light touch of the woman's fingers moved away from her forehead – moved to trace along the line of her cheek and then down along her throat and onto the bold line formed by her heaving breasts.
"N-No… please… don't…" Mimi choked out. Not again! Not another assault on her body! First the photographer, then herself, then the dog… and now Carrie!!!???
Then Carrie was on the bed with her, lying down beside her, Mimi turned, trying to slither to the other side of the bed to escape. She couldn't… there wasn't room!
Female arms captured her, held her, and a hand was running shiveringly down her back to her waist, continuing with slithering fingers into the waistband of her cut-offs and teasing now at her ripely contoured hips and buttocks. Carrie's throaty voice was in her ear. "Don't fight it, darling… I'll make it good for you! Is this your first time?"
"But… I-I don't want to…"
The other woman's hand soothed her. And wondrously the gentleness of the knowing caress somehow felt good, so restful, tingly, nice. There was no animalistic pawing like Dobkins' and no kneading. All she felt was the electric-like contact of Carrie's stroking fingers and the curling of the woman's body tight against hers, her bra-encased breasts pressing into her nearly naked back, the warmth of her belly in close contact, an the way down to where her heated pussy mound pressed in against the smooth rounded firmness of her buttocks. Then, a tiny, well manicured hand worked its way over her rib cage until clasped a full satiny breast with gentle knowledge, working at the coral-hued nipple, causing it to rise hard and sensate.
There was now in Mimi that same burning desire she had brought to herself as she stood in the door watching the perverse scene this afternoon, and she was fully aware of what was happening to her. It was happening with repetition lately… It felt too good!
Her cry was muffled, strangling in her throat as she attempted once again to rise, to leave that bed. She just couldn't stand any more. What would Daddy think… and Mommy! No! She couldn't stay! "Noooo!"
"Hush, darling," Carrie whispered. "Let me show you something you've been missing…"
The brunette turned to the coed, clamping her body to Mimi's, her full generously proportioned breasts mashed tight to the younger girl's naked sensitive breasts, her salacious mouth seeking and finding the make-up free mouth, pressing against her lips in a passionate kiss, her tongue sliding out, slowly, gradually, to twirl in sensuous circles, rimming her lips with sensation-producing lubricity, without undue demand. Meanwhile her hands busily tantalized Mimi's luscious body, playing over her perfectly sculpted contours like a swarm of hungry insects to transmit her own need, causing uncontrollable slashing urges to scar deeply through the coed's already aroused loins.
Mimi had never kissed a woman before, and at first contact, she had felt revulsion and loathing. But after several hesitations, she relented. Soon she began to feel a thrill of her own, generated by the femaleness of the other woman's body. Tentatively, she put forth a timid hand and felt a bare shoulder. Sometime during those first searing caresses Carrie had removed her clothes and was now reaching down to unhook the clasps of her bra, releasing the full firmness of her velvety smooth breasts.
"Here, honey, feel this…" crooned Carrie.
Hesitant, but unable to resist, Mimi reached out to touch the other woman's passionately heaving breasts, watching spellbound as the nipples coned to pert erection. She felt a shudder pass through Carrie's body and she realized that her handling of Carrie's breasts had been the cause. That pleased Mimi, somehow. A weak sigh keened through Carrie's body and Mimi realized she, too, felt exactly the same thing… in the same way. Relieving, too, was the absence of men. Nothing was being forced, nothing hurt.
With a trembling moan, Mimi sought Carrie's mouth. Their lips welded together, tongues moving in and out hungrily as hands were busy on each other's naked bodies – Carrie's with the knowledge of experience, Mimi experimenting as her fiery loins egged her on.
Then Mimi broke the moist contact of their mouths, pulling away and muttering across the short intervening distance, trying not to look into the smoldering eyes of the oilier woman. "I've never made love to a woman before…" she gasped hesitantly.
"What…" Suddenly Carrie sat up and stripped herself free of her remaining clothing. "That's better… now you…"
Mimi obeyed, forgetting about free will and determinism, college knowledge couldn't help her now. It was experience she was after.
Almost savagely then, Carrie turned to recapture Mimi's mouth, her naked upper leg moving in between the coed's white tapering thighs, spreading them until their legs intertwined and their loins met and mingled, the two bodies nestling close. Reaching over boldly, Carrie pulled the rounded fullness of Mimi's quivering white buttocks in tight. Her hand moved down between them to the pussy cleft, and without hesitation she dipped a finger into the moist aroused opening. She found it amply lubricated, telltale evidence of the younger girl's arousal. Then the finger moved on to find the erect unhooded clitoris. It was hard, throbbing and taut, and Carrie began to stroke it ever so gently.
Mimi felt Carrie begin to move, slithering down her body, rolling her gently to her back, her mouth busy as she kissed her passionately throbbing breasts then began to suck them, moving the nipples in and out of her mouth quickly, while she maintained a constant exciting sucking pressure. The highly erotic sensations keened through the younger girl's body, flashing through her. Then her hips began to move in a steady countering rhythm to the sinuous stroking finger… and she knew she had lost all free will, that she had succumbed, tacitly just as she had surrendered to John Dobkins in the university horse barn.
"Oh… God!" she shuddered helplessly.
Now she felt those avid woman's lips moving down, down, down across her flat belly, the agile tongue dipping into her navel, tantalizingly… and then the gentle insistent hands spreading her thighs, exposing her palpitating needful cunt to the other woman's lewd gaze. She was acutely aware that Carrie's face was peering between her widespread thighs and that those knowing hands were moving on the smooth, softly velvet flesh of her defenseless pussy.
Then that mouth was kissing her naked thighs, her hips, her abdomen, the inner sides of her thighs, gradually working up to her heatedly pulsating cunt. It drove Mimi wild with feverish anticipation. She knew now it would happen, and she was powerless to stop it.
And just before Carrie's mouth reached that pit of her femininity, a disquieting thought charged through Mimi's mind. Somehow, she knew in that instant, she would be different… she would be losing an innocence she could never regain. Like losing her maidenhead.
Then there it was! Carrie's probing, licking tantalizing tongue was there… on her clitoris, sending the most wonderfully erotic sensations to her brain, and Mimi knew that there was never in this world – or the next, either – a more voluptuous ecstasy. But again that indoctrinated brain, loaded with moralizing, its taboos and its fears, interfered, "No! Please… no! God," she cried out.
The working mouth stopped. But she didn't want it to stop. Words came to her as from a distance. She heard, but did not hear, as her senses reeled. It was Carrie's voice from down there between her legs. "Relax, honey… enjoy!"
"I can't! I can't let you do this to me!"
"But you like it!" countered Carrie, speaking assuredly. She dropped her mouth to the seething moist flesh of Mimi's pussy, her tongue probing this time into the heated liquid depths, searing into the clutching cuntal opening moving in then out to the rhythm already set by Mimi's spasmodically grinding hips. The swooping tongue flicked in and out with the measured regularity of a tiny cock.
Mimi could stand it no longer. She had to have it! If she didn't cum, she'd go mad. Throwing reasons to the winds, conscious only of the electric-like sensations that ached in her naked loins, she cried out, "Yessss!"
The lapping mouth paused. "I've got a good idea, honey. Let's complete the circuit." And with that Carrie swiftly shifted her position, swinging herself around to straddle Mimi's face, her own head falling into place naturally over the tender loins of the young chestnut-haired coed.
Startled, Mimi looked up and saw the moist warmth of Carrie's hair-lined cunt hovering scant inches above her face, the brown puckered ring of her tiny anus winking down at her. She knew what she must do, what she had to do! But her whole being rejected it. How did I ever get myself into this mess? God, I must be vulnerable!
With a swivel-hipped wriggle, Carrie's vibrant pussy smashed down against Mimi's face.
"Mmmmffff!" Mimi's first impulse was to scream; she felt suffocated… trapped, but the contact of the experienced woman's tongue with the quivering bud of her own clitoris elicited a long moan of sexual surrender from deep in her chest. She gasped, her mouth gaped open, and instinctively her face nuzzled up into the moist female furrow above her. Unthinking, her tongue slithered out, probing experimentally, and found the tiny shaft in its fold of hair-rimmed blood-engorged flesh.
To her surprise, the slightly pungent flavor of the woman's pussy was not at all distasteful and she quickly became more bold, more dexterous, licking, then sucking. Finally she established a lewd rhythmic movement to match Carrie's licking and sucking of her own cunt.
Together then they began to spiral, mouthing higher and higher toward the orgasmic release, tongue licking and slashing in and out of throbbing cunts, hands grasping, mouths gasping out little mewls and groans of mutual lesbian ecstasy.
Thus entertwined, head to loins, mutually giving and receiving eroticisms, the two women came to the epogee of sexual climax.
It began for Mimi first – a long shuddering convulsion of her body causing her to jerk spasmodically upward with wave after wave surging a welcomed orgasm through her body leaving her spent. "Aaaauuugggh! I'mmmm cummmming!"
"Oh, that was lovely, Mimi!" Carrie gasped.
Mimi could only moan in half-conscious agreement. She could only crawl around on the bed and offer her lips to the other woman again, clinging to her, confused but sexually satisfied. It was strange but true and, for the moment, she didn't question it.
"Wait…" cautioned Carrie, getting up from the bed and rummaging through the absent assistant's bureau drawer as if she'd done it before. Mimi, half consciously considered it rather rude, but didn't ask questions. She was in no condition to ask anything. Finally, Carrie found it… a black box, and inside was something Mimi had never before lain eyes on. A vibrator!
Then it was on her… the vibrator, moving exhilaratingly over her abdomen teasing at her satiated cunt, the oscillating vibrations transmitting renewed sensations of pleasure through her belly as Carrie expertly manipulated her instantly hard clitoris.
"This will give you more of a charge than any man's cock possibly could," put in Carrie, grinning to herself, knowing she'd captured this beautiful coed before Ed had a chance to. That was part of their game… and maybe a large part of the unexplainable reason why Ed and Carrie continued their charade at romance.