Ward Fulton - The Violated Virgin

"Oh, you're such a prude, really," she said. "I can't believe you're from Grosse Pointe. Almost everyone I've met from there is about as raunchy as they come. At least with their language. Or maybe I've not met the right people."

"I'm not a prude," Suzanne said defensively. "It's just that…"

"We know. We know." Yvonne's voice boomed across the room.

"Incidentally, I've got some real great cream which I think you might use tonight. It'll ease those scratches and help the healing. It's in the bedroom. Come on."

Carole turned off the living room lights, and they all went into the bedroom, where the bed seemed to stretch from wall to wall. Yvonne rummaged in the dresser drawer and came out with a tube of cream. She walked over to Suzanne.

"Okay, relax. Let mother do it."

"I can do it myself," said Suzanne, feeling suddenly embarrassed.

"Nonsense; don't tell me you're shy in front of me?" said Yvonne, chuckling softly. "Go on, strip."

Suzanne undid her robe and let it fall away from her. The other girls stared, and Carole whistled.

"Oh, wow, look at those tits," she murmured.

"Yeah, they are kinda bruised, aren't they?" said Yvonne softly, sitting down next to Suzanne and uncapping the tube of cream. "Lie back, dear. This won't hurt a bit."

"I can do it myself, Yvonne, really," said Suzanne, but she lay back and watched as Yvonne spread some cream on her fingers and reached forward, spreading it over her breasts. Suzanne closed her eyes and was conscious of a rising excitement within her. Yvonne's hands were incredibly soft, and they spread the cream over each breast, rubbing it gently around the nipples. Within seconds, Suzanne's nipples were hard and projecting up from her large round orbs.

"Feel good?" asked Yvonne, and there was subtle change in her voice; normally rough and raucous, it now held the sensuous overtones of a tender, compassionate woman.

"Hm… too good," said Suzanne.

"I know. Relax."

Yvonne continued massaging the cream into Suzanne's breasts. Carole climbed under the sheets and lay back staring at the others.

"You've sure got lovely breasts, Suzanne," said Carole.

"You've said it," said Yvonne huskily. "Best pair of boobs I've seen in a long time. Next to you, of course, Carole," she added hastily.

Suzanne was beginning to feel completely relaxed, but conscious of the growing feeling of sex within her. Despite the experience of the afternoon, the gentle massage of her bosom was having its effect. She felt her vagina begin to react and the urge assert itself once more.

"I… I think you'd better stop," she murmured. "That's fine, thanks, Yvonne."

"Oh, there's still the rest of you," said Yvonne, her voice unnaturally forced and gay. "I'm not going to hurt you, I promise."

Before Suzanne could move, Yvonne's hands had slid down to her crotch and she was massaging a large glob of cream around her vulva, her fingers slipping into her crack and sending chills through her body.

"That all right?" asked Yvonne softly.

"Yes." Suzanne's voice was low and uncertain. With the growing desire prompted by the massage of her breasts, she now was experiencing an almost overpowering urge to have Yvonne touch her clitoris and masturbate her. The more she resisted the idea, the more she found herself weakening. Yvonne's fingers probed, touched, titillated her, rubbing in the cream, and at the same time arousing her to a fever pitch.

"Yvonne, I… I think that's enough, thanks," said Suzanne weakly, raising up, and as she looked down she saw the expression on Yvonne's face, and a cold chill ran through her. It was quite obvious that Yvonne was enjoying what she was doing, and from the movements under the sheet she knew that Carole had her hand in her crotch and was playing with herself. Yvonne looked at Suzanne and smiled.

"It's never enough," she said. "Ask Carole."

Carole laughed.

"Stop trying to corrupt this child," she said evenly. "Besides, I'm here."

"Okay, okay," said Yvonne, standing up and capping the tube of cream.

Without another word, she went into the bathroom, and returned a few moments later, stark naked.

Suzanne looked at her curiously.

"We always sleep raw," said Yvonne perfunctorily, jumping into bed.

"Come on, you can sleep on this side."

Slowly Suzanne crawled under the sheets, her heart beating wildly, and as the light clicked off, she felt Yvonne's hand creep around her waist.

"You relax," was the quiet command. "Try and get some sleep now."

Suzanne lay still, aware that her heart was thumping like never before, and that Yvonne's fingers were soft on her skin. The desire which she had felt before now asserted itself even more strongly, and she bit her lip, trying to chase the thought from her mind. She bit her lip again, harder, till she felt sure she had drawn blood, thinking that she must think of anything except those soft fingers touching her, titillating her, feeling her up, oh, God, please, please…

"What's the matter, Suzanne?"

Only then she realized she must have given a soft cry, and she felt even more embarrassed and ashamed.

"Is it still hurting down there?"

Yvonne's voice was low and insinuating, and Suzanne felt the woman's hand creep down and place itself gently between her legs, her fingers just probing into her vulva and touching her clitoris. Suzanne gave a moan, and then Carole's voice broke the silence.

"For Chrissake, Yvonne, quit screwing around."

Yvonne's voice was no longer soft, but its usual raucous and commanding self. "Fuck you, baby."

There was a click and the light went on, and Suzanne blinked to see Carole sitting up in the bed, her face flushed and her lips pursed angrily.

"Did you ask Suzanne up here to fuck, or what?"

"Cool it, Carole."

Suzanne struggled up to a sitting position, and her eyes flashed.

"There's something I guess I don't know," she began, but Carole cut her short.

"Listen, Suzanne, I don't mind Yvonne screwing around, but not in the same goddamn bed with me. Understand?"

Yvonne giggled, and it was the first time Suzanne had ever heard a truly feminine response from her.

"Jealous, dear? It's not the first time we've had company and shared it."

Suzanne's face was scarlet. "Do you mean." Her eyes went from one to the other.

"Yes, dear, if you must know, Yvonne and I are lovers. What's so almighty strange about that? Don't tell me you didn't know."

Suzanne shook her head dumbly. Lovers. That meant they were lesbians.

But how was that possible? Yvonne was supposed to be screwing every good-looking guy on campus.

"I didn't know, and I don't believe you," Suzanne said heatedly.

"Yvonne's got lots of boyfriends."

"Yes, dear, that I do," said Yvonne calmly. "After all, we've all got to keep up appearances. I'll even shack up once in a while with a man, but this is where my heart is."

She reached over and embraced Carole. They kissed quickly, and then Yvonne turned to Suzanne and smiled.

"I could feel something when I was putting the cream on you," she said.

"You'd like a little fun, wouldn't you? Come on, admit it. You're as horny as ever right now."

Suzanne flushed and bit her lip again. Carole laughed.

"You ever had sex with a girl?" she asked bluntly. "No? I thought not.

Well, I guess today's the day for education. Lay back and enjoy it, dear. Yvonne taught me everything, and believe me, she knows what she's doing."

Yvonne reached over and put her hand between Suzanne's legs. "Once you enjoy it, you'll forget all about those boys," she murmured. "You might even forget about men, period."

Suzanne felt a shudder pass through her body as Yvonne's fingers probed her canal, touching her clitoris. No, no, no, this is wrong, she thought quickly; I mustn't. I mustn't. Yet why not? The gentle persuasion of those fingers could not be denied. Suzanne closed her eyes, and then she felt the soft pressure of Yvonne's lips on her own, and Yvonne's tongue pushed into her mouth. Instinctively she responded, and she heard Yvonne's breath heavy on her as the woman exhaled deeply, pulled their bodies together and they kissed with all the passion possible.