Chapter 4
Late that night, Donna lay in her bed and thought that her young relatives were a couple of nice and handsome kids.
They had arrived at her house just a few minutes late and all three of them had had lunch together.
During the lunch, Donna started to get to know John and Debbie. She could tell that the brother and the sister were very close. She saw them glance at each other in almost sexual ways, she thought.
But she could understand that a brother and a sister could be close, especially if they had been orphaned and forced to take care of each other for a year or so. Donna knew their grandmother, a haughty, almost crazy, old woman who did not believe in freedom or anything like that.
She understood that two teen-agers could not be very happy living with a woman like that.
Their parents had been all right, she supposed, liberal and eager to make their way in the world.
But their parents were dead and now Donna knew that John and Debbie had no one—no one except their Aunt Donna.
And the former professional could only wonder if she was capable of raising two teen-agers.
She also thought about the justice's suggestion, his plan that she should try to teach Debbie how to be a dominatrix too.
It was a honorable profession, Donna thought, and it could make a sexy, young thing like Debbie a lot of money.
Debbie had a special style that Donna knew clients would like. They would appreciate being beaten by such a girlish, little thing, such a cute and cuddly little sexpot. She looked so innocent. Donna wondered if Debbie could go for beating people. She wondered if Debbie had ever fucked before.
And she wondered how she would ever bring up the issue of her former profession to these teen-agers who did seem very clean-cut to her.
And John, she thought. He was very handsome too, almost as handsome as a movie star.
She closed her eyes and tried to imagine what it would be like to fuck her handsome nephew.
Donna had not usually enjoyed fucking men. In fact, she had to admit to herself that she really enjoyed just giving pain. She would finish one of her sessions and then go into her bedroom and play with herself and come like blazes.
But maybe she had been wrong, she thought. Maybe with a young stud like John she could really get into fucking.
She might even do it with Debbie too, she thought with a smile.
Debbie was cute, sexy girl and Donna was not against making it with another female.
She had made love to Ginger a lot during that period when the redhead had been training her.
Donna lay in the bed and remembered the first time that she had made love to Ginger. It had been after that first experience with real domination, that experience with the famous nightclub comedian who had giggled as they beat him.
She and Ginger had come back to Ginger's apartment after that session and had sat around and talked about the experience as they drank wine. They still wore their leather bikinis.
"How did you feel about it, Donna?" the redhead asked. "Did you get into it at all?"
"What do you mean, get into it?" the teen-ager asked her teacher.
"I mean, did you get turned on sexually when you beat him?"
Donna thought about it for a moment. She had felt something when she beat him, a combination of anger and disgust and intrigue and there had been that something else, that something deep in her stomach and in her cunt. Now she understood that something, now that Ginger had mentioned it. She understood that she had become turned on sexually. She had never been turned on that way by any man in a traditional fuck session and she had not known exactly what was happening to her.
Finally, she answered Ginger's question with a nod and a blush.
"Yes," she murmured, "I guess I did get turned on. I had never felt anything like that before."
And then she stared at Ginger with the question in her eyes. Ginger was a real professional. She understood the question even though Donna did not put it into words.
"Don't worry about it, Donna," she said. "I get turned on when I beat a client too. My pussy gets all wet and hot and this leather adds to my turn-on too. Does the leather give you a special pleasure too?"
When she asked that question, Ginger raised her hand to her firm, freckled tit and squeezed that mound encased in leather. She closed her eyes for a moment and Donna could tell that her teacher and her friend was getting into that special feeling that the leather gave her.
Donna followed her lead and did the same thing. She put her hand on her tit and squeezed it. It did feel good.
It felt like a warm glow was rushing through her body and heading for her clit and her cunt.
She actually gasped when she felt herself that way. The leather was cool but her body was hot.
"Yes," she moaned to Ginger, "it turns me on."
Ginger waited for a few seconds, waited for Donna to come out of her lustful emotions that bordered on dreams.
Then Ginger spoke to her softly, almost lovingly. Donna listened to her voice and thought that she had never been spoken to in that way by a woman before. But, then again; the teen-ager thought, she was in a new world and she had been experiencing a lot of new things recently. All of those new things had turned her on, she thought, and Ginger's voice, her tone turned her on too.
"Do you want to know how I get rid of that sexy feeling in my body, Donna?"
"Sure," the dark-haired teen-ager said. "Sure. I think that would be good to know."
"I get rid of that feeling by going to bed and dreaming of making love to another beautiful woman, a woman like you."
There was silence in the room as the women in leather just looked at each other.
And Donna wondered why it did not surprise her, did not shock her that Ginger was making this proposition to her. She supposed that, in some special way, the redhead had prepared her for it over the days that she had trained Donna.
The teen-ager said nothing. She just stood up on her shaky legs and nodded to the redhead who had taught her so much.
And Ginger smiled, knowing that she had a real conquest now. She stood up too and reached out and took Donna's hand and led the teen-ager into the bedroom.
Donna had been in that bedroom before. During her training, she had had her run of the redhead's apartment, although she still slept in her own dingy, little place on the west side. Something told Donna that, after that night, she was going to move in with Ginger and she felt like she had really found a home with this redhead teacher of hers.
The teen-ager had been in that bedroom before, but she had never really noticed it in the way that she was noticing it now, as she stood just inside the door still holding Ginger's hand in hers. She turned and looked at the redhead and she found that she was noticing Ginger in a new way too. She had never seen the redhead in quite this way before either.
Ginger was just filled with sex. She seemed to send off a scent of sex, an aroma and an aura of sexuality. She pursed her lips as she looked at Donna and the teen-ager felt a chill run up and down her spine.
And then Ginger reached out and put her hands on Donna's leather-covered tits.
She squeezed those tits, as she had squeezed her own, and Donna almost collapsed from the feeling of lust that shot through her.
The redhead pulled the teen-ager to her and kissed her softly, putting her lips on Donna's.
Ginger ran her fingers up and down Donna's back as the girl shivered against her.
Donna had never felt anything like this, it seemed like the perfect climax to a perfect day of new and lusty experiences.
She had never kissed a woman before, but she opened her mouth and let Ginger's tongue come into her and play games with her own tongue.
There was a softness to Ginger, the softness of another woman, and that softness thrilled the teen-ager more than anything else had ever thrilled her. Donna trembled against Ginger and felt the redhead's leather-covered tits move against hers as the kiss deepened even more, as their tongues began even more lively and more loving and more fresh and girlish. The tongues moved from mouth to mouth and then the kiss ended when Ginger pulled away from Donna and smiled at her.
Ginger held Donna's hand and the two females in leather walked to the bed.
They stood for a moment and looked down at that bed. There was a red sheet on the bed and, when Donna saw it, she thought of the way that they had made that comedian bleed earlier that night. That whole thing still confused her. She was still not sure why anyone would want pain. But she was willing to accept this strange quirk of human nature, just as she was willing to accept the five hundred dollars that she had made that night.
She looked at Ginger and thought about asking the redhead for some kind of explanation, some kind of reasoning behind the pain.
But she sighed when she saw Ginger move her hands behind her back and loosen the top of her leather bikini and she knew that she did not want any explanations now. Donna wanted only lust, lesbian lust. The explanations could wait, but the feeling in her leather-clad cunt could not.
Donna followed Ginger's lead and took off the top of her leather bikini and let the redhead look at her fresh, young tits. The nipples were hard and excited.
And then Ginger reached out and touched those bare tits with her fingers. She ran her fingers around the pink circles and made the tits even harder, even bumpier. Donna again did the same thing that Ginger was doing.
She put her hands on Ginger's tits and ran her fingers around the redhead's excited nipples.
Then the two females sat down on the bed and Ginger gently pushed Donna back on the bed and moved her mouth over one of the teen-ager's nipples.
She took that nipple between her lips and started to suck on it with a passionate softness.
And Donna almost went insane with lust for her teacher and her feminine friend.
"Oh, Ginger," she sighed, as she ran her fingers through Ginger's full head of red hair..
That hair was soft and Ginger's lips were soft against her nipple.
That was the thing that Donna remembered most from that experience with Ginger, the softness, the wonderful softness of each passionate and loving, lesbian movement. She had never had such softness before, and she felt that the softness made a nice, sexy counterpoint to the hardness of the time earlier that night, when she and Ginger had beaten and cursed that comedian.
Ginger moved her mouth to the other nipple and sucked the teen-aged girl there, making the softness and the lust in her body even and balanced. Then the redhead moved her fingers down the girl's quivering stomach and ran her fingers into the black-leather panties that Donna still wore, the panties that were like the ones that she wore. Both girls still wore their boots too, the high, tight, cool and warm leather boots that were the signs of dominating women.
Ginger moved her fingers into those panties and Donna felt those cool fingers on the warm, wet hair of her young cunt. She sighed and shivered and put her arms around Ginger's neck and pulled the redhead to her and kissed her passionately. When the kiss was over, she looked into Ginger's kind and sweet eyes and she spoke to her softly.
"Thank you, Ginger," she said. "You are so sexy and you have taught me so much."
"I am going to teach you even more, Donna," the redhead said. She smiled when she spoke those words and Donna knew that she was willing to learn anything that Ginger wanted to teach her. The teen-ager smiled back at her good and sexy teacher.
She felt those fingers working deeper into her panties and she sighed with passion for Ginger.
And then she lifted her hips and let Ginger take off the panties, pull them down slowly. Ginger moved off the bed and slowly, carefully, worked the panties over the boots and pulled them off the girl. Donna lay on the bed and raised up slightly and looked down at her sexy teacher, the woman who was kneeling there at the edge of the bed. The teen-ager was suddenly very proud of her pussy, of her snatch that was covered with dark, glistening hair. She spread her legs and let Ginger inspect that dark hair and the pinkness that was under it.
The pinkness was glistening too, wet with excited juices that had flowed from deep inside Donna.
And Donna was proud of that glistening, sweet pinkness.
She was even more proud of it when she saw Ginger grin with appreciation.
She wondered what the redhead would do with that cunt. She knew that anything Ginger did would be exciting, more exciting than anything any man had ever done to it.
First, Ginger moved her fingers around the wet, sensitive lips of Donna's pussy.
And that touch, that sexy touch, made Donna sigh and open her legs even wider. She lifted her legs slightly and pressed her boots against the red sheet of the bed. She turned her head to one side and she looked at that red sheet. Red like blood, she thought. Dark and shining red. The sheet was cool too, cool like an autumn breeze of blood.
And Ginger's touch was soft and cool and exciting too. The redhead knew just how much pressure to apply to that pussy, just as she had known just how much pressure to apply to the comedian that night, just how much pain a man could stand.
She knew too just how much pleasure Donna could stand at this point in her first experience with lesbian sex. She was a real professional, and she was so fucking sexy too.
Ginger slipped her finger into the cunt and Donna gasped with delight when she felt that entrance into her pussy.
The finger was cool and active in her wetness, so active that it seemed to fill her up as no cock had ever filled her up. Donna began to twist and turn on the bed and Ginger reached up and put her other hand flat against the girl's lower stomach and held her down as she fucked out that cunt, as if she were digging for something precious.
Donna's mind was on fire with lust as Ginger fingered her.
Then the redhead pulled the finger out of Donna's wetness and waited until the girl calmed down a bit. Donna opened her eyes and looked down at Ginger and saw the redhead put the wet, glistening finger, the finger that had been deep in Donna's snatch, into her mouth.
She grinned at Donna, her face breaking into a sexy, girlish expression around that finger that was in her mouth. And, when Donna saw that, she just had to giggle like a little girl.
She giggled and she thought that she and Ginger were like two little girls, two giggling, young friends who were trying out all kinds of new things.
Then, even as Donna giggled, Ginger pulled the finger out of her mouth and moved her face toward that wet cunt and ran her tongue deep into it. That invasion, that sexy entrance, stopped Donna's giggling and made the girl gasp again with pleasure.
Ginger had taught her a lot that night. She had licked out Donna's pussy and then sucked on the girl's clit until she had come. And then it was Donna's turn to do the same thing to her teacher.
Donna had pulled Ginger's leather bikini bottoms off her with ease and she had gone after that wet, red-haired pussy with passion and excitement. She had loved the sweet taste of that girlish pussy, the sweet, honeyed taste of Ginger, her teacher and her friend.
From that night on, the two of them had shared that bed, had made love often, especially after they came back from beating and punishing some client. Donna became very popular with Ginger's clients and, when Ginger decided to retire from the business at the age of thirty, Donna had taken over and added even more clients to the list, rich and influential men and women like the Supreme Court justice. She had become even better than Ginger because she was more intelligent and could learn more things to use with each individual client, things that related only to that client, things that got that client off even more than before.
After Ginger had retired, she had moved to Europe, and a year later she was killed in an automobile accident in France. Donna had cried for two straight days when she heard about her teacher's violent death. But then she had carried on. She had felt that she had a mission in a way. She would continue Ginger's work until she was thirty and then she would retire too. Donna was determined to follow in her teacher's footsteps as much as she could.
She could have gone to Europe too, but she had been a little afraid, afraid that she would die quickly there just as Ginger had done. It was a silly superstition, Donna knew, but it was an idea that she could not get out of her head. So she came back to Victory instead.
Donna threw back the sheet on her bed and lay there in the after-midnight dark of that small, Missouri town and thought about her teacher. She should be a teacher too, she thought. She should have found a girl just as Ginger had found her, and she should have trained that girl in the ways of brutality and torture.
She felt vaguely uneasy as if she had failed Ginger by not passing on the knowledge to another girl. And then she remembered that she still had a chance to train another female. If she could train her niece, that sexy, little blonde, Debbie, she would repay her debt to Ginger. And she thought that it was only right that Debbie should be the one. She was a blonde and it seemed right that Ginger, the redhead, should train Donna, who had dark hair, and then Donna could train Debbie, the blonde. She felt that such a plan involved some kind of sexy, completed circle.
As she lay there, making her plans, she heard a strange, moaning sound coming from another part of the house. It sounded like a girl experiencing pleasure. Was it Debbie? Donna wondered what the girl could be doing.
The aunt got up from her bed and pulled a robe on over her naked, sexy body.
She opened her door quietly and walked out into the hallway, determined to follow that sound to its source. She had expected the sound to be coming from Debbie's room, which was on her right. After all, it was the sound of a girl moaning with pleasure. Donna, the experienced professional, knew that.
But the sound was coming from her left, from John's room.
And that intrigued the aunt even more. She moved softly in her bare feet toward that room. She found that the door was opened just a little bit.
Donna stood outside that door for a few seconds and she heard the words that were mixed with the moaning sound.
The words were soft and filled with youthful and vigorous passion.
"Fuck me, my brother," Debbie was whispering. "Oh, fuck my hot cunt."
For a moment, even Donna, the experienced professional was shocked by those words.
She knew immediately what they meant. Her niece and her nephew—twin brother and sister—were in that room having sex, fucking each other.
Donna had never suspected that of them when she had talked with them that day.
They were both so clean-cut and youthful and charming.
But then Donna thought that it was only right. Both the brother and the sister were also very sexy. She had even been thinking of making it with each of them. It was only right then that they should fuck each other.
She opened the door quietly and stepped inside the dark room. She could see the boy and the girl clearly on the bed because the moon-lit was shining in through the window on the other side of the bed, casting them in a strange, dream-like glow.
Debbie was on top of her brother, sitting on his cock. Her arms were stretched high in the air and she was riding her brother with passion. John put his hands on her girlish thighs, holding her down while he bucked under her, fucked her with all of his youthful zest and strength.
And the sight of this fucking turned Donna on. She felt her pussy quake with desire as she watched the brother and the sister together on that bed..
And she smiled, for she knew that, if they would do this, they would do anything.
She was suddenly very pleased to have those young members of her family, her sister's clean-cut, healthy, sexy children, living with her. She knew that she would train them well.
She knew that they would leave her home with even more and varied sexual experience.
She opened her robe and leaned against the wall and watched them fuck as she ran her hand over her own sexy body and felt her nerves tingle with excitement as she touched her own flesh.
And she heard the girl moaned to her brother again.
"Fuck me, John. God, fuck me. You are so fucking good."
And Donna knew that the girl spoke the truth. Her brother must be very fucking good. That boy must be a real stud.
And then the girl squealed in passion to her twin.
"I am coming! God, I am coming!"
And John lifted her body off his cock and, in the moon-light, the aunt could see his own orgasmic fluids shoot up into the air because he was coming too.
How nice, she thought. How nice that a brother and a sister—two twins—could fuck together and come together. How nice that John and Debbie were that close, knew each other that well, loved each other that much.
And then Donna decided that she had the perfect way to introduce the two of them to her kind of lust. She would have to let them think that she was angry with them. Before they could come to their senses, before they noticed their aunt there in the room with them, Donna closed her robe and growled at them.
"What the fuck is this?"
And Debbie squealed and John gasped. The aunt had them just where she wanted them.
She smiled there in the semi-darkness of the room, but she spoke to them with that professionally angry voice that she had learned to use in her years of work in New York City. That voice came to her naturally.
"Couple of incestuous fuckers," she snarled. "Come with me, you filthy kids."
And then she turned and walked out of the room, knowing that they would have to follow. She snarled back at them.
"Don't bother to get dressed, you slimy youngsters. I don't want you dressed at all."
And she heard them move behind her. Her niece and her nephew were following her just as she had ordered them to do.
She walked toward the door to her special torture room, the one that she had set up for the judge. She had kept that door locked all day, but she unlocked it now.
And she looked back and saw the sexy girl and her sexy twin brother come out of the bedroom, naked and frightened because they had been caught.