Amanda's Young Men (12 page)

Amanda turned Nola again. The girl’s pale eyes had glazed over. Her pouty little mouth was lax, her pink lips wet and parted. Amanda swallowed. Her first lesbian kiss was waiting for her. How different could it be from kissing those boys, particularly the one she’d just had, Sophie Sharpe’s androgynous son Tom?

She blanked her mind and put her lips to Nola’s. They were plump and soft and tasted of cherry lip-gloss. Nola leant closer, her mouth, her entire body, yielding to Amanda’s touch. The depth of Nola’s surrender empowered Amanda. Suddenly confident, she parted Nola’s lips with her tongue and invaded
the
sweet wetness of the young woman’s mouth. Nola moaned and writhed, rubbing her mound against Amanda’s. Amanda gripped her willing victim, one hand knotted in her hair, the other holding her chin, and ravished the girl’s mouth.

Nola had a masochistic streak, as the pictures Amanda had found in Roger’s desk had clearly indicated. Amanda nibbled on her lower lip, then bit, not hard enough to draw blood but hard enough to hurt and, maybe, to bruise. The more Amanda’s teeth worried Nola’s delicate flesh, the more eagerly Nola squirmed and whimpered.

Amanda drew back so she could see Rupert. The boy was dumbstruck, likely overwhelmed to see in the flesh what he’d feverishly imagined or gawped at on the internet.

She barked an order. ‘Strip! Get stark naked.’

Returning to the girl, Amanda released her chin and reached down to the hem of her short skirt. Nola stiffened. Was that because she felt she was about to be invaded and didn’t want to be, or in avid anticipation of pleasure? Amanda remembered what it had been like the first time a boy had put his hand up her skirt, back in her teenage years. She’d felt fearful but thrilled. Most of the fear had been about disappointing the boy, whatever his name had been, but some of it was about her intimate parts being touched by strong hands that might be cruel or, worse, clumsy.

Amanda’s hand slid up over Nola’s stocking-top. The girl was actually quivering. That made Amanda even bolder. The skin on the inside of Nola’s thigh was warm satin stretched taut over firm young muscles. Higher, Amanda reached thin cotton that coated a plump mound. She palpitated. Nola’s knees buckled. Amanda’s fingertips felt the crotch of Nola’s panties dampen.

This was fun! She might be faking that she was an experienced Sapphic dominatrix, but her act seemed to be working just fine. Perhaps she was a natural!

Rupert’s polite cough reminded Amanda that he was there. She turned her head. The lad was standing naked with his hands hovering over his erection, almost hiding it.

‘Here!’ she said. Amanda grabbed Rupert’s right hand and pushed it up under Nola’s skirt. ‘Finger her pussy. You remember how I taught you to do it. Get two fingers up behind her pubic bone and press on her G-spot. Squeeze her bone between your fingertips and the heel of your hand. Don’t be gentle with her. Use your grip to lift her up on to the tips of her toes. I think she’ll like that.’

With one hand in Nola’s hair and the other gripping her chin, Amanda pulled the girl’s sulky little mouth wide open and spat into it. Now where had that come from?

Amanda quickly continued. ‘She’s my toy. She’ll accept anything I do to her, or anything I have you do to her.’ She released the girl’s chin. ‘Isn’t that right, Nola?’

Nola swallowed deliberately and licked her lips, relieving Amanda’s concern that she’d pushed too far, too fast. ‘Yes, Ms Garland, anything at all.’

Amanda felt a rush of affection for the pink-haired harlot she held fast in her hands. ‘There’s a good girl. We’re going to have fun with this little slut, Rupert, you’ll see. Lift her up by her pussy, like I told you.’

Amanda worked Nola’s skirt up high so that she could watch the long muscles in the girl’s slender thighs tense and quiver as Rupert’s hand raised her. ‘Bring her over to the sofa.’ Amanda undid her own skirt and let it fall to the floor before following. ‘Push her down to her knees.’ Amanda stood in front of Nola’s face. ‘Take my panties off for me.’

With her hands bound behind her, Nola had no way to obey except by leaning forwards and taking the waistband of Amanda’s panties between her teeth. She worked her head from side to side, dragging down, gradually peeling the sodden
silk
lower, down her thighs and to her ankles. Amanda kicked them off and spread her legs, her naked mound inches from Nola’s mouth. She didn’t have to look to know that the pink inner lips, slick and likely still a little puffy from her afternoon with Tom, were showing.

‘You like to eat pussy?’ she asked.

Nola nodded and licked her lips. Damn! Amanda had been right. The girl
was
more experienced than she was, when it came to lesbian loving. OK – she’d just have to keep faking it. She threw herself down on her back, on the sofa, flung one leg up on to the sofa’s back and spread the other wide, her foot on the floor.

‘Rupert,’ she commanded, ‘get rid of her skirt and panties. Bend her over the sofa’s arm.’

The young man pulled Nola to her feet, stripped her of her skirt and panties and pushed her over the padded leather arm. Her cheek landed on the inside of Amanda’s thigh. Amanda took control of the girl’s head with one fist in her hair.

Amanda said, ‘This nasty little slut has been a very bad girl, haven’t you, Nola?’

She whispered, ‘Yes, Ms Garland.’

‘You are going to punish her for me, Rupert. You’re going to spank her for me. We’ll start with twenty slaps.’ When that didn’t seem to worry the girl, Amanda added, ‘On each cheek of her bum. Cup your hand and bring it down hard. I want to hear it land. She can take it. She’s taken a lot worse than that before, haven’t you, Nola?’

‘Yes, Ms Garland,’ Nola admitted with a shy little smile.

Bitch! Sure, she’d been spanked before – by Roger. Amanda fought a sudden rush of anger. It only made sense to stop abusing the girl if she really felt anger towards her, and Amanda didn’t want to stop. Her hand twisted in Nola’s hair, raising her head. The look on the slut’s doll-face somehow
combined
perfect innocence with eager depravity. Amanda’s anger dissolved.

‘Well, my sweet little fallen angel,’ she cooed, ‘are you going to be a big brave girl for me?’

‘I’ll try. I promise I’ll try, Ms Garland.’

‘And are you going to lick me nicely?’

‘I’ll do my best.’

‘Then we shall begin.’ Amanda pushed Nola’s face down and guided her mouth into the soft wet folds of her pussy.

Unbidden, an inquisitive tongue teased Amanda’s inner lips apart. God, the girl’s mouth was so gentle, her tongue so slim, her face so smooth – it was like nothing Amanda had ever felt before. She wanted simply to surrender to the sensations, but if she did so it would likely plunge her two young sex slaves into complete confusion.

‘Rupert, start the spanking. Take it slow. Count out loud.’

His hand rose and fell.

‘Put some effort into it! That was a love-pat, not a spank.’

‘Sorry, Ms Amanda. I’ll start over.’ His next slap whacked. ‘One.’

Nola jerked. Her tongue circled, teasing the inner surfaces of Amanda’s lips. Amanda pulled her in tighter and wriggled, spreading herself over Nola’s cheeks. The girl’s tongue flickered in a way that promised Amanda’s clit pleasures to come.

By his tenth slap, Rupert seemed to be getting into it. Not only was his hand coming down with more force but his erection strained upwards at a 45-degree angle. Nola whimpered open-mouthed. The wet on her face wasn’t just from Amanda’s juices.

Amanda pulled Nola’s head higher, directing that tantalising tongue to her aching bud. God damn, the girl was good! A sigh escaped Amanda’s mouth before she could stop it, but it only served to encourage Nola. When Rupert reached 39, Amanda
forced
herself to pull the girl’s mouth away and take a few deep breaths. She’d been balanced on the brink and didn’t want to climax, not just yet.

Rupert exclaimed, ‘Forty, twenty on each cheek!’ He paused before adding, ‘Ms Amanda, you should take a look at her bum. It’s mainly a brilliant red but it’s mottled with blue and purple in some places. I can’t believe I did that.’

‘Good.’

Amanda looked at Nola’s face. Her eyes were glazed. Her lips were slack. She had a look of total surrender, but showed no sign of desperation. It seemed that forty hard slaps on her bottom were no more than hors d’oeuvres for the masochistic little sex-pot. Very well. It was time for the main course.

‘Rupert,’ Amanda said, ‘there’s a plastic ruler in the middle drawer of my desk. Fetch it.’

Nola’s eyes widened. ‘Not …’

‘You know what it feels like?’ Amanda asked.

‘Yes – no – I mean, I can imagine.’

‘I’m sure that you can. Do you want out? You can leave right now, if you like, if you aren’t brave enough.’

‘I can take it.’

‘Good girl.’ Amanda pushed Nola’s face back down into her lap. ‘Rupert, just ten, five on each cheek. Aim low, where her bum meets her thighs.’

‘But I might hit her –’

‘Pussy lips? Yes, you might. That’ll really make her squeal!’

Nola’s tongue flickered harder and faster, as if the thought of having her tender nether lips clipped by the edge of a plastic ruler inspired her.

At the fifth hard crack of the ruler, Nola yelped.

Amanda lifted the girl’s head. ‘Do you want to beg for mercy?’

Nola shook her head.

‘Very well. Carry on, Rupert.’

The ninth blow brought a long gurgling wail from Nola. From the sound of it, the little bitch had climaxed! The tenth and final whack elicited a deep grunt. Amazing! Amanda could understand, sort of, how a spanking could be pleasurable. She’d never imagined that one could actually give a girl an orgasm. She
had
to try it.

The ‘to do’ list she kept in her head never seemed to shrink. Now that she was trying Sapphic sex for the very first time, crossing one thing off, she was adding ‘being spanked to see if it could make her climax’.

Nola, despite her orgasm, was still lapping avidly at Amanda’s hard pink bud.

‘Good girl,’ Amanda purred. ‘You were very brave. I’m proud of you.’

Nola’s sincere ‘Thank you’ was muffled but understandable.

What next? Rupert’s rigid cock reminded her. ‘Rupert. Fuck this little tramp. Take it slow and easy, just like I taught you.’

That brought a questioning squeak from Nola. She obviously hadn’t known that Amanda had had the boy first. Fair trade. Nola had fucked Amanda’s husband and Amanda had fucked Nola’s new boyfriend. Even Stevens, baby.

Amanda sat up and lifted Nola’s head. Her mouth was very wet and kissable. Amanda’s flavour was on the girl’s tongue. As she sucked it off, Amanda peered past Nola. Rupert had to semi-squat to line his shaft up with the girl’s sex. Nola tensed, no doubt because she felt Rupert’s knob pushing at her pussy’s bruised lips.

Both the girl and the lad grunted. He was in her! The young man was taking the young woman, and at Amanda’s command! It was just too good! Beside herself with wicked glee, Amanda lifted her leg over Nola’s head and rolled off the sofa. Much as
she’d
been enjoying the delightful things the girl’s tongue had been doing, she just
had
to see what Rupert was up to.

What a sight! Rupert hadn’t exaggerated when he said that Nola’s svelte oval cheeks were bright red with blue and purple patches. And the livid stripes that had to be from the ruler were developing into pale ridges. It must have really hurt.

Rupert leant back to angle himself upwards. As he withdrew, Nola’s pussy was exposed. Yes, he had clipped its lips. They were swollen and plum coloured. She had to be so tender that each time he ground into her it caused a fresh surge of serious pain.

He was holding her hip in one hand but the other still held the ruler. Amanda took it from him and set it aside. Whether or not Nola was up for it, she wasn’t going to have her bum punished any more, not just then.

Rupert stretched up and angled his cock down. Amanda reached between the youngsters and groped around until she found the girl’s clit. For the first time, she felt some sympathy for the fumblings of men. It wasn’t as easy to locate a clitoris as it was to find a penis, that was for sure. Once she had a grip on it, she rolled it between her fingertips. Rupert’s balls dragged across her hand. ‘Good boy, Rupert,’ she said. ‘Make it last as long as you can.’

Amanda squatted for a closer view. She ran her other hand over the radiant heat of Nola’s bruised skin. The girl clenched her ass-cheeks and quivered, as if Amanda’s touch was electric. ‘Please?’ she sighed.

Please what? Amanda stroked again. Nola half-twisted her hips towards Amanda’s fingers. She wanted to be touched – where? Oh! Amanda wet a finger and stroked its pad around the striated skin that ringed Nola’s tight little bum-hole.

‘Mm!’

‘You like that?’

‘Very much, thank you, Ms Garland.’

Amanda’s fingertip spiralled in until it settled over the pinhole. To her amazement, she felt Nola’s sphincter loosen without her applying an ounce of pressure. It was an invitation that Amanda couldn’t resist even if she wanted to. Her finger pushed. Hot flesh clung. Amanda wriggled her finger and worked it deeper. What did that feel like for the girl?

Rupert gasped, ‘Oh fuck!’

For a moment, Amanda thought the boy was about to climax but his exclamation had been a reaction to seeing his boss and mistress sticking her finger deep into the bottom of his young girlfriend. It must have been quite a shocking sight for him, considering how recently Amanda had first debauched him.

The boy pulled back. Amanda felt the bulky head pass beneath her finger in Nola’s ass. The sensation was different; it was exquisitely delicate. He pushed in, dilating Nola again and pressing up at Amanda’s finger. The two, the mature woman and the precociously depraved lad, exchanged knowing looks. The next time he pressed into Nola, it was for Amanda’s pleasure more than for Nola’s, she was sure.

Nola purred, ‘Please, Ms Garland?’

‘Please what?’

‘Two fingers, or three?’

Some sadistic dominatrix she was: her victim had to ask for more intense abuse. Nola wanted more, did she? Very well!