Helen Highwater - Shameless teacher

"Couldn't you-tell them you were forced into it?"

"Sure I could-and they'd all swear I was the brains of the outfit. Anyway…"

There was a silence, then Doris said:

'Well, I guess we might as well go to sleep."

Sally said:

"I wish you'd-tell me about sex, Doris."

"Huh?"

"I told you-I just don't know anything-and I'd rather-be prepared if-"

"Oh." Doris grimaced. "Well-what can I tell you? I assume you know where babies come from!"

"You see, I've never-nobody's ever touched me-I've hardly ever even touched myself-"

"Mm."

"I don't know if I-had an orgasm-before?"

"With Jake, you mean?"

"Yes," she replied, embarrassed.

"Well, you certainly looked as though you were!" Doris told her. "Didn't you enjoy it?"

"I-I don't know…"

Doris assumed a thoughtful expression.

"You know," she said slowly, "the first couple of times I ever masturbated-trying out things I'd heard about-I seem to remember that it was just sensations, without any special pleasure attached-it took a time or two before it started to feel positively good-if that was really the first time for you, maybe…"

"Do you think he'll do it again?"

"Who knows? Jake's a nasty sonofabitch. Do you want him to?" Doris asked curiously.

"I-I don't know…"

After a pause:

"Would you like me to?" Doris suggested. "You don't have to do anything you don't want."

Sally looked at her, then slowly nodded.

"But I will, if you want me to," she said seriously.

"Well, we'll see," Doris said. "No need to rush things. We have the whole night ahead of us."

She reached out and switched off the lamp by the bed, plunging them into unrelieved darkness. No filtering streetlights.

For a moment Sally wondered what on earth she was doing. Her whole head seemed to have been turned around, at least regarding Doris, while she was hardly aware of what was happening. It was as if some other will than her own had taken control of her.

Doris moved closer to her-and Sally jumped slightly as the other woman's hand lightly caressed one of her breasts.

"Relax, relax," Doris whispered. "Believe me, chickie, I'm not going to do a thing to you that you won't like."

The feathery fingertips coaxed the nipple into a little peak of hardness, then Doris moved again, and Sally felt the warm wetness of her mouth closing about the tiny tower of flesh, the beginning of long minutes of gentle, ceaseless sucking.

Sally lay passive, wondering, until she discovered that a slow pulse of pleasure was beginning to beat through her belly. She realized this pleasure was akin to the sensations that had tormented her before, when she had assumed that they were simply the results of the tension of fear and revulsion.

Doris reached across to finger the other nipple while she still mouthed the first, and then her hand began to wander in ever-widening circles around the outer areas of Sally's breasts, and to touch delicately on her abdomen, then her thighs, sending tiny shivers of tactile pleasure through Sally's body.

The tension had begun to grow again, as it had before, only now it was without fear.

And again came that sense of moistness around the lips of her sex…

She found that she was waiting now for Doris' fingers to make contact with that most intimate region; that she was disappointed when the other woman's hand avoided it, and continued to caress her thighs, her breasts, her belly, pleasant though that was.

Then, at last, when Sally was almost ready to beg for that favor, Doris' exploring fingertips brushed very lightly over the crisp curls of her pubic hair, so delicately that it was scarcely more than a breath of displaced air passing-but it was enough to send a deep shudder through Sally's body.

Doris teasingly caught a tuft of hair between her finger and thumb and tugged very gently.

Sally whimpered.

Taking pity on her, Doris gently worked a finger between the inflamed lips of Sally's sex.

Sally jerked involuntarily at the touch, unsure whether she liked it or not.

Doris moved the finger slightly, running its tip over that same area where Jake had zeroed in during his handling of her, and another uncontrollable shudder seized Sally's body. Pleasure or not, she didn't want it to stop!

"What-" she managed to gasp, "what is it you're touching?"

She knew that it wasn't the entrance to her inner canal.

"That's your clitoris, baby," Doris sounded amused.

"Oh." Sally had encountered the word in those diagrams, but had never really understood what it meant.

"That's the little key to the whole thing," Doris told her, gently vibrating her fingertip. "Feel how hard it is? Put your own finger there-feel it."

Sally moved her hand down, and Doris guided it into position, and Sally found that she was rolling a little object that felt like a tiny marble-and which was sending strange little spasms through her every moment.

"That's about the most important thing a woman has," Doris said, sliding her own hand back between Sally's legs and starting to finger her moist vulva. "The clit is just loaded with nerves-it's the same thing that a man's cock develops from, in the embryo. Only a woman has sensations all around, too-you'll find out-when you're really hot, you can come over and over again, while a man just gets one shot, then he has to wait till he's charged up again."

She began to push her middle finger between the tight lips of Sally's vulva, while Sally continued dreamily rolling her newly discovered clitoris beneath her finger.

"You'll find there are different kinds of coming." Doris' voice was becoming breathless now. "It can be triggered off from inside-or around the outside-or from directly rubbing your clit-the nerves are all in a network… sometimes it's just a little feeling, other times it can blow you through the roof-"

Her penetrating finger was well inside now, very slightly painful, but that pain was quickly swallowed by the crescendo of pleasure that was overtaking Sally's senses.

Doris pushed Sally's hand away and caressed the hard little pleasure nubbin with her thumb, her index finger gently massaging the area between. Her lips came back to Sally's breast, and Sally's head started to spin with the intensity of feeling that was building so inexorably. She started to gasp and moan.

Relentlessly, Doris continued that multiple friction with mouth and fingers and thumb, and suddenly Sally found herself going into ecstatic convulsions. There was no question now about the pleasure-it shook her from head to feet, sending her arching and writhing and bucking against Doris' hand, crying out and feeling the whirling blackness suck her into a mindless vortex for interminable moments, until she lay panting and exhausted, slowly returning to her senses.

"Well," she heard Doris' amused voice saying, "do you think that you enjoyed that?"

"Oh," Sally murmured, drifting towards sleep, "it was absolutely wonderful!"

She felt Doris' lips caress her cheek.

"Good night, chickie. Maybe it won't be so bad for you after all."

Sally was awakened by a hand softly stroking her body-a light caress that slipped gently down her side, undemandingly, not overtly sexual as yet. Doris, she thought, her mind sleepily recalling the events of the past night-and then the earlier happenings. For a moment a wave of panic threatened to overcome her, but the touch of Doris' affectionate hand was very soothing, and she was still drowsy, so she surrendered to the sensual pleasure of it. She reached out her own hand, and returned the caress, letting her fingers glide over the other woman's silky skin with a curious thrill of pleasure. Doris' arm stretched across her body and encircled her, pulling her close, so that their breasts pressed against each other, and their thighs rubbed together, and the curly bushes of their pubic hair-the blonde and the dark-tangled. Then Sally felt Doris' breath against her neck, and the soft touch of her lips tracing the line of her jaw, upwards; a warm, wet tongue flickered against her ear and darted inside, making her squirm and giggle. It was ticklish-and very arousing. The lips traveled over her cheek, and the tonguetip flickered out and darted into the corner of Sally's mouth. Then Doris laid her lips upon Sally's, and her tongue moved gently along the line between upper and lower lips, coaxing for entrance, and after a moment Sally's lips parted to permit the entrance of the soft, moist invader. Doris' caressing hand moved over Sally's ass, and Sally clung to her, their breasts crushed even closer than before. She whimpered slightly against Doris' mouth as the stroking fingers aroused the quivers of need, and she could feel the first trickles of new moisture dampening the lips of her sex-wetness that she now knew was not perspiration at all! Doris drew away from her mouth, cupping the back of Sally's head with her free hand. She pressed downward, very slightly, and whispered: "Would you like to suck my tits, baby?" Sally moaned her acquiescence, and fastened her lips around Doris' breast, cupping the other in her hand. She was astonished how pleasant it was, and delightedly teased the pebbly-textured nipple into urgent hardness, feeling the surrounding area contracting into tautness as the blood engorged the erectile tissue of the dark pink tip. "Oh, baby, that feels so beautiful," Doris sighed, stroking Sally's hair. She ran the blonde strands through her fingers dreamily. "Oh, it's so good… Your mouth is so warm and wet and sweet…" Her words increased the moisture flow from Sally's sex, and she shifted her head to take the other breast, working tenderly yet determinedly, tiny contractions of responsive pleasure shooting through her belly every time the other woman moaned her joyful thanks for the sensations the avidly sucking lips and flailing tongue bestowed on her. Doris' other hand continued to massage Sally's buttocks, whose skin seemed generously endowed with tactile sensation. Her fingertips slipped into the cleft after a while, and one rested very lightly against Sally's asshole. Sally started in surprise when that happened, and withdrew her mouth from Doris' breast, alert for what would happen next. That was another very taboo area according to the way she had been raised-but she could not deny that the touch felt extraordinarily pleasant. Doris took her hand away and returned to stroking the firm flesh of the plump asscheeks, and Sally filled her mouth once more with the succulent flesh of Doris' breast. "Are you getting hot, Sally?" Doris asked mischievously after a minute, knowing full well how unnecessary such a question was, not wanting to hear the answer. Sally did not want to let go of the sweet flesh that filled her mouth, but she moaned in the back of her throat: it could only be assent. Doris squirmed beneath her. "Why don't you try lying on top of me for a while," she suggested urgently. Sally shifted around, still not letting go of the other woman's hard-nippled breast, and was enfolded tightly in the ardent embrace of Doris' arms and thighs and calves. She could feel the rough patch of pubic hair against her belly, and she writhed a little upwards so that it rubbed against her own. "Oh yes, oh yes," Doris moaned. "Come where I can kiss you again, sweetheart!" With a final avid caress of the firm, tight-tipped breast, Sally reluctantly took her lips away and set them upon Doris' open mouth. This time it was her tongue that made the eager inward excursion, urgently searching the other woman's fragrant mouth, exploring the softness of her tongue and the flesh that lined her lips, and the hardness of her teeth, the velvet of her cheek linings, the bland taste of saliva other than her own. Doris' arms crushed her ever tighter, so that their breasts mashed almost painfully together. Her hips thrust upwards, increasing the pressure of Venus mound upon Venus mound. She pulled her lips away from Sally's and gasped with eager anxiety: "I want to eat your pussy, Sally-let me! Now!" The words almost sent Sally into orgasm, so powerful, so lascivious was the promise they held. But she fought it down, and let Doris roll her over so that she was lying on her back, waiting with eager submission. Doris crawled down the bed and urged Sally's thighs apart. She slid her hands beneath them, and raised them so that they rested on her shoulders. "Relax," she gasped. "Just relax and-let me-" Sally shut her eyes tightly, quivering with anticipation, that jerked violently when the silken dagger of Doris' tonguetip probed her tight inner lips, then swept upwards along the little valley and flicked almost unbearably over her swollen and throbbing clitoris. "Ohhh," she moaned sweetly. Her whole body tensed, ready to explode in ecstasy. But Doris was by no means ready to let her reach her climax so easily and so soon! Maddeningly, the moist, soft-hard probe flickered away from Sally's pussy and wetly explored the crevices where her thighs joined her body. Sally squirmed, whimpering uncontrollably at the sensuous tickling. "Nooo…" she gasped. Doris ducked her head and started to nibble the richly swelling hemispheres of Sally's buttocks. "Ohh-you're driving me crazy!" Sally whimpered, "I-I can't stand it!" Doris' exploring tongue slid into the deep cleft of Sally's ass crack and tickled the sensitive lining. Sally jerked and thrashed on the bed, unable to take any more, and thrust her crotch beseechingly against Doris' face. Doris' hands caressed her thighs. "Easy, easy, baby," her soft voice murmured. "No rush, just take it easy and enjoy…" "I-can't-!" Doris parted the hair-covered lips with her fingers, and blew onto the exposed lining. "Oooooh!" "Let's see if your peehole likes to be loved!" Doris teased her, and Sally jerked wildly again as the questing tonguetip shaped itself into a point and thrust against the tiny opening. The feeling was incredible! "Doris! Ohh-it's-too-ohh-" "It'll get better yet, chickie," Doris promised her, a smug tone in her voice. She licked up and around Sally's clitoris now, vibrating her tonguetip over the straining little organ, then sweeping tantalizingly away just before Sally's orgasm could break. Then like a tiny cock it thrust into the tight, virginal bud of Sally's vulva, lapping up the lubricating juice that was now welling copiously out of the pulsating inner channel, then back up again to the throbbing nubbin of flesh, and again, just too soon, retreating… "Oh, please! please!" Doris' fingers dug almost painfully into Sally's buttocks, and as though echoing her actions, Sally cupped her own breasts and squeezed them just short of cruelty, while Doris' relentless tongue swept down her furrow and once again gathered up the other woman's overflowing juices. The sensations from Sally's breasts met the tremors of ecstasy from her pussy and seemed to tie a knot of the most delicious tension deep in her belly. In my womb, she thought hazily, and at that instant Doris' tongue began to vibrate on her clitoris again. And this time it stayed right there, working over and over the desperately engorged nub of tissue until the nerve endings erupted into a volcanic shower of molten lava; her womb contracted in response, radiating deep, slow waves of wonderful sensation throughout the whole network of the nerves of her body… "Good?" Doris asked, smiling down at her fondly when she at last managed to open her eyes. "Oh," Sally gasped weakly. "It was just wonderful." "You're very responsive, you know," Doris told her. Sally smiled up at her wordlessly. Then someone pounded on the door. "Hey, aren't you two broads ever gonna get up?" Willy's voice demanded. "Us guys are gettin' horny-not to mention hungry." He snickered "An' do I have somethin' hot for Miss Avalon to eat this morning!" "Shit," Doris said savagely. "C'mon, willya? Jake says to get yer asses movin' an' stop goofin' off." His footsteps retreated away down the stairs. Doris shrugged. "Well, I guess that's it for the moment," she said resignedly, and climbed off the bed. "I guess I'll take a shower and start fixing breakfast while you get dressed. You can use any of my stuff you want-there's a hairbrush I don't use in the dresser drawer, and you can borrow any of my clothes that'll fit you, if you want a change. I brought your underwear for you, but I guess you'll need some clean panties, anyway." She frowned thoughtfully. "Better wear them, but you'll probably be more comfortable if you don't bother about a bra. Your fits are likely to get quite a lot of handling and there's no use getting yourself all tangled up in straps and stuff. Wear panties, though-these guys are all old-fashioned enough to get a kick out of taking them off you, and you may as well give them all the harmless pleasure you can, in case they think of anything else." "Doris-" "I know, chickie, but there's nothing I can do! Just try to swing with it-you're a sexy little number once you get going, and maybe you can get some fun out of it." "Fun-?" "Sure, why not? I don't go for men, but you do, don't you?" "I-I guess so-but they're so-" "Yeah. I know. Well-" She shrugged again helplessly, and vanished into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Sally found the hairbrush Doris had mentioned and sat down at the vanity and started, to take the tangles out of her hair. Fear started to knot her belly again. How could she get any fun out of it? Yet… There had been that strange pleasure she had experienced when she had been sucking Willy's cock yesterday-that curious sense of power as she had caressed the pulsating organ with the sensitive tip of her tongue, and had let it slide deep into the warm clutch of her throat. The strange pleasure of feeling him reduced to helplessness as her mouth and hands had given him ecstasy. If onlyIf only they wouldn't do anything to hurt her! If only they would be content with that kind of oral ministration, she thought she could bear it. But there were the things Willy had said-about where he planned to penetrate herAnd the way they had discussed who was to have the privilege of deflowering herAnd the threats Jake had made, with that hard, cruel look in his stone-cold gray eyesAnd the thought of those vicious dogs outsideAnd suppose they decided to kill her after all? Would Doris let them? Could Doris stop them? Doris carne out of the bathroom, swiftly dressed, patted her on the shoulder, and left the room. Moving like a zombie, Sally showered and dressed, taking a pair of Doris' clean panties, but putting on her own skirt and sweater. She couldn't find any stockings, and didn't want to put her own on unwashed, so she slipped her bare feet into her shoes and went downstairs to face the day's ordeals.