Chapter 14
When Shana told Gina how achy she was feeling, and that she had been raped by Con Morse, Shana saw Gina's eyes light up. Gina wanted to hear all about what had happened, but Gina was the one to suggest they go to a whirlpool-sauna place. Shana was glad Gina did the suggesting. This way it wouldn't look as if Shana was angling for something.
They went to a place two miles from Shana's building called Ladies' All Night Baths. Once inside, they received towels and were assigned lockers. Stripping down in the locker room, they wrapped themselves in the towels, then walked into the room that had the hydro-bath. The hydro-bath was one huge tub with jets of whirling water shooting up from the floor. As David had predicted, there was no one else there at that time of the day. In two hours, after a full meal, some ladies would come in, and later that night ladies would come after having forays with "gentlemen." But for now the place was virtually deserted.
In the hydro-room, the two women removed their towels and put them on a side bench. Gina walked over to the pool, looked at it, and smiled. It would suit her purposes admirably. But first she had to let Con know that Shana wasn't running out on him, and was with her, Gina, in case the man wondered why she might not answer the phone.
"I'll be back in a flash," she told Shana. "Have to powder my nose. You go ahead into the pool."
Shana put a foot into the pool and hastily pulled it back, gasping. It was hot, very hot, too hot in fact. When she put her foot back in, the water seemed a little less hot. Even so, it took almost five minutes before she was able to immerse her entire body into the pool.
Almost from the start Shana was struck by the acute sensuality of the water playing against her body. Now she understood why David had suggested she ask Gina to bring her here, and why Gina had suggested it before she'd had a chance to open her mouth.
There was a cement bench running around the entire side of the pool, and she sat on it so she was able to submerge herself almost to her neck in the heated water. That was when she became aware of just how powerful the jets of water were. The hot water foamed between her legs, and for the first time Shana felt excitement without anyone touching her. The streams of water were strong enough to tug at the fleshy folds of her vagina. Lord! It felt as if someone with an incredibly warm and soft hand was playing down there with her. She felt as if fingers were parting her vaginal lips, and then there was a tickling, and she remembered the way David had licked her down there once. Yes, it felt as if a liquid tongue was swathing through her. The effect of the swirling waters on her breasts was thrillingly unbelievable. Dear Lord! She suddenly realized it was possible for her to reach an orgasm this way. All she would have to do would be to simply part her thighs and over directly over one of the floor-jets. A feeling of unbelievable sensuality swept through her shuddering vagina as she adjusted her position to get the full benefit of the water. She shut her eyes and lay with her head against the cement rim of the pool, feeling her vagina respond to the watery thrust of the jet beneath as if she had a penis being thrust into her. It was so good it was almost frightening. This was Shana's first time in a whirlpool bath, and she understood why so many women seemed to enjoy it so much.
"Feel better, honey?"
The female voice came from right above her head.
"Oh!" Shana exclaimed, and jerked as she sat up in frightened embarrassment. "Gina! You frightened me! I was half-asleep," she lied, and her face flushed a bright-red.
Gina smiled down at her. Hell! She had seen what had gone on between Shana and David, and she was already able to guess what had taken place between Shana and Con, even if Shana had yet to tell her about it. Yes, she knew why Shana was so tired.
Shana stood and almost slipped. She sat back and Gina asked, "Are you all right?"
"A little cramp," Shana lied, not wanting to admit to being so whacked out because of what had happened to her with the two men.
"Well, that should be easy enough to take care of," Gina told her. "All we have to do is get you to relax a little. I'm very good at making people relax," Gina assured her.
That was when Shana noticed Gina taking off the towel she was wearing, and she realized the darker-haired woman had nothing under the towel. Well she had not had anything beneath her towel. But for a brief moment an acute sense of embarrassment swept through her as she stared at her friend's somewhat rounded figure-more rounded than her own. Her buttocks were much larger than Shana's, though by no means fatty.
Shame on me! Shana thought, feeling embarrassed. Besides, David had warned her just why Gina had brought her here, and she was supposed to make Gina aroused. Shana didn't like the idea of lesbian play, but by the same token David wanted it.
Gina turned around and stood with her arms akimbo, feet apart, hands on hips. Shana gazed up at the tantalizing figure. Gina had fuller breasts than Shana, though not as firm. Her breasts were like grapefruits, whereas Shana had breasts like large oranges. Still, Gina's breasts were excellent. She had a superb body. Her belly was still flat even if her hips were full, and her muscles weren't sagging. Her pubic hair was thicker than Shana's-a luxuriant brown, carpet-thick bush that all but hid her perfect labia. But since she was standing directly above Shana, the later was able to see Gina's vaginal lips, lips already moist. She gulped a little and said, "I can understand why Con likes your body so much, Gina. You're a beautiful woman."
"So are you, Shana," Gina smiled. "You have breasts that are like the wonderful melons of the Orient-as stated in the Rubaiyat. This is the first time I've had an opportunity to look at your naked body, and I can see it's as lovely as your face. Now tell me, what took place between Con and yourself."
As Gina slowly lowered herself into the pool Shana told her how Con had raped her. It was obvious Gina was more used to the heat than Shana. She listened, then sat beside the red-haired woman and said, "You have to forgive Con. He's been anxious about bedding you for quite a few years now."
"What I can't figure out is how he found out about David and me."
Gina changed the subject by asking, "Which leg?"
"Pardon?" Shana asked.
"Which leg has the cramp?"
"Oh ... uhhhh ... this one, the right one," she said, motioning to the leg nearest Gina.
"It needs massaging in order for the heat to get into the muscles," Gina told her. "I'll help you."
With this, the darker-haired woman put her hands on Shana's thighs and tugged them far apart, making the redheaded woman feel embarrassed. The water jet began sizzling against her cuntlips all over again. Gina began working the leg from side to side, swinging it like an old rusty gate, moving it a number of times. She was becoming only too aware of the effect it was having on her body. The combination of hands and the water was too much.
Her sexual excitement was mounting in spite of the fact that Shana wasn't a lesbian. But then, David had warned her what to expect, and instead of fighting Gina, Shana knew the only smart thing was to give in to it. Her nipples reflected her arousal by becoming stiff and hard.
Her mind was now dulled with passion, and Shana knew without a doubt that Gina was leading to something much more intimate. Yes, the darker-haired woman was deliberately arousing her.
"Now try and stand," Gina said, and both women were aware that Shana had no cramp, yet Shana had to play along. She stood. "Bend over to stretch the muscle a little, and then bend your knees."
Shana did exactly as Gina ordered her to do, and that was when she felt a jolt of forbidden pleasure as she felt a jet-stream of water splash directly against her clitoris. It came from behind and raged against her anus and her labia, hitting the clitoris repeatedly. At the same time, another stream was "rubbing" her nipples, making them swell even more. She felt as if she was being examined by two penises, front and back-and the hot breath of an insatiable male was penetrating her-a liquid fucking.
Now Gina was trying to wrap both her hands around the supposedly cramped thigh, but she had tiny hands and her slender fingers didn't meet in spite of the slimness of the thigh. Nevertheless, she applied pressure with her fingers, kneading with a strength her petite figure seemed to hide.
"Stand completely upright," Gina ordered.
Shana did so, and her full breasts rose like pink-centered moons rising from a silvery sea. She waited patiently until Gina said to her, "Spread your legs a little." Shana complied, once again feeling the erotic stimulation of the heatedly swirling waters splashing against her vagina. The pressure was unbelievably tantalizing, and Shana had to struggle to keep from closing her eyes and imagining a hand was caressing her.
Gina's dark-brown eyes were now smoky, and it was obvious from the quivering of her nostrils that she was also becoming heatedly aroused. Each breath from the darker-haired, smaller woman seemed to betray something of what she was inwardly feeling as she stared at the fullness of Shana's round breasts. The redheaded woman waited and knew instinctively that even if this wasn't her idea of sexual pleasure, it was still something momentous, if only because it was an experience, and one she would probably never know again. This would be her first and last foray into this, and in her mind the sin of sloth would be wiped away once and for all.
When Gina lightly kissed her lips, instead of turning away, Shana accepted it, trying hard not to think of it as a strange kiss. Rather it was an exciting kiss even if it came from a woman.
Shana blamed her inner feelings on the water more than anything else. She felt like a sliver of wood floating on top of a boiling ocean, being carried every which way, unable to control herself.
Gina's firm, tiny body moved through the swirling water, and then Shana found her standing directly in front of her. The two of them were so close as to be almost touching. That was when Gina, without any further pretence, simply leaned forward, and with her lips forming a tight oval, sucked Shana's erect left nipple inside.
Shana shut her eyes, thinking she ought to feel repulsed, but she didn't. All she felt was pleasure, and even with her eyes closed she was able to feel the difference in the way the other woman sucked as compared to the lips of the men who had mouthed her breasts.
"I never knew it would feel like this," Shana gasped.
"If you did, you probably would have indulged in something like this a long, long time ago," Gina laughed. "Come! This is too open. Let's go into the sauna room where we can be certain of privacy."
She watched as Gina's dripping figure hoisted itself out of the swirling waters of the hydro-bath. When the older woman was but, she turned and nodded with her head, in total command for the moment as she said, "Come Shana. You have a lot to learn about being delighted, and I'm anxious to teach you."
Shana swallowed as if she had a large lump of food caught in her gullet. She knew full well what was going to happen, especially since David had told her. Well maybe she didn't know exactly what it was Gina was going to do, but she knew it would be something more to do with a sexual relationship between two females-something she had always thought of as perverted and forbidden. True, she was doing this at David's instigation, but she wondered, had David not involved her in this, would she have come to the point where Gina had shamelessly aroused her and she was unable to fight off the thrilling feelings invading her slender form? Had what little morality she had kept while smuggling deserted her so totally and completely that she would willingly permit this to happen to her?
What Con had done to her late in the afternoon had been unforgivable, but it had been against her will-at least initially. But then, the three times David had taken her had been against her will, as well. As a result, she had been absolved of the sins of Pride, Envy, Hypocrisy, and Hatred. But was her willingness to go through this with Gina going to absolve her of Sloth? She hoped so, for in spite of her willingness now, she had initially been shocked at the idea and was doing all this to please David. For in pleasing David, she would hopefully absolve herself of all her former sins. Wasn't this, what she was going to do, a form of wickedness, too? But even with all these thoughts invading her mind, the redheaded woman climbed the stone steps out of the hydro-pool to stand beside Gina.
Gina took Shana's hand as if the red haired woman was someone totally lost. She opened the door to the sauna room, and the hot, dry heat came blasting out as if someone had opened the gates of inferno, itself. Shana thought she must be blistered all over.
Standing there, totally docile for the moment, Shana permitted Gina to put a towel-like turban on her head to protect her hair. Gina was standing in front of the taller woman, and when she reached up to adjust the turban, her breasts came into direct contact with those of Shana, and the latter's sensitive nipples began tingling even more.
Shana reacted, not as if she had been stung by a spider, but with a single sideways motion of her body which caused her breasts to rub against the paps of the other woman, nipple against nipple.
Gina smiled at her and said, "Yes, I can see why men fall in love with you so easily, Shana. You're a stunningly beautiful woman."
Stepping into the sauna, she tugged Shana inside, shutting the door behind the beautiful redhead. For a moment Shana wondered if she had indeed stepped into hell on earth.
After a moment, Shana realized the heat wasn't quite as oppressive as she had initially thought it to be. The sauna room was a lot wider than she had expected, and wooden benches attached to the walls ran all the way around the room. The benches were wide enough so that if one sat on them with one's back against the stone wall, one's feet would be off the ground. When Shana sat on the edge of the bench, she felt the heat of the wood almost burn her buttocks. Yet the feeling of heat was masochistically pleasurable. Perhaps she felt salved feeling the pain, thinking of it as punishment for having enjoyed what Gina had done with her, so far.
"Lie down, Shana," Gina told her, and placed a folded towel on the bench to be used as a pillow.
Shana knew if she followed these instructions she would do whatever Gina wanted, and she would definitely fall into Gina's class of being bi-sexual. No longer was there any kind of foolish pretense between the two women as to the aid and care of a cramped leg. This was the beginning of something totally immoral-a sexual act between two women. Yet it would expiate the sin of Sloth, and Shana, amazed at her willingness to use one sin to absolve herself of another, lay back as directed, a part of her mind sliding out of her body and impartially observing everything that was going on. She didn't know why, but she believed such knowledge might be useful sometime in the future. Crazy!
"I've waited for you almost as long as Con," Gina admitted. "You see, I don't deny I can appreciate a woman as much as a man, but until now, I knew, since you were horrified at a man's touch, you would be even more horrified at a woman's touch. Lord, but you're stunning. All these years ... mmmm ... I should have forced the issue much sooner. You're so sexually alive inside, I think I would have been able to bring this desire out in you had I been given an opportunity.
Shana felt her heart pounding away inside her like a mad trip hammer. It seemed incredible that a woman had desires for her the way a man did in spite of knowing Gina's tendencies.
"Why?" she finally asked, trying to understand why women should feel things for one another as they might for a man.
"Come on now," Gina taunted. "It's time for you to tear away that little-girl innocence of yours. Give in to what you feel inside." So saying, she reached out and began fingering Shana's erect nipple.
"No ... " Shana gasped, trying to withdraw from the electrical contact she was feeling. At the moment she felt like some kind of bird being hypnotized by a python intent on devouring her. "I don't know ... "
"Stop talking foolishly," Gina insisted. "You just lie there for a little while, and let me lead you into areas of delight you've never previously experienced, if only because I'm a woman."
Shana's eyes were now locked on Gina's haunting face as the other woman sat on the sauna bench beside her, and then, after adjusting her own towel, the darker-haired woman lay down beside her.
There was a funny feeling in the middle of Shana's belly. A dull, pounding sensation of expectation filled her which she recognized as heightened sexual arousal. Her buttocks were actually quivering.
Gina's eyes seemed ablaze with an unholy fire. The irises had grown to unbelievably large size, almost as if she were on some kind of drug. Gina's face came closer and closer to Shana, blocking out the rest of the room. She felt the seething heat of Gina's body pressing against her own; thigh to thigh; belly to belly; vagina touching vagina; breasts brushing against breasts; brown nipples rubbing against pink nipples.
"Now let me show you ... " Gina told her.
She slowly took Shana's face in her two hands, then leaned forward and pressed her lips against Shana's. They were soft at first, as they had been the first time Gina had kissed her. The salty taste of her perspiration was some kind of aphrodisiac, arousing her even more.
The entire thing had been done so delicately and gently that Shana wasn't aware of the exact instant that Gina's tongue shyly peeped out and touched hers as it slid between her own lips and entered her mouth. Shana felt herself finding it difficult to breathe, part of this caused by the knowledge that even if this absolved her of former sins, it, in itself, was a sin. It was perverted and wicked, but this knowledge was shunted aside by a delicious sensation hammering in her helpless feminine loins as her vagina began reverberating like a kettle drum.
Shana moaned, and at that moment the last vestiges of resistance flowed out of her body. Without her wanting to do so, she found her own tongue responding, softly licking back and sucking on the invading digit. Then Gina's tongue withdrew, and Shana's anxiously followed it into the other woman's mouth.
Gina rolled a leg over Shana, pressing the inner part of her thigh against the redhead's mount of Venus. The feeling was unbelievably wonderful. Almost instantly the lovely girl felt smoldering coals building to white-hot flame within her quaking body-a flame fueled by the sudden awareness that Gina's fingertips were moving like spiders up and down her shuddering spine, teasing her back. Gina's hands moved even lower until they ultimately came to rest on the soft swells of Shana's ultra-sensitive buttocks, made even more sensitive since David had ass-fucked her.
Shana gave way to all the wonderful sensations charging uncontrollably through her shuddering body. Then the older woman suddenly pulled away, separating her body from that of the redhead. At that moment Shana felt an overwhelming feeling of total disappointment. But this was replaced by incomprehensible pleasure as Gina said, "I want you, Shana. I want you and need you more than Con ever will. That's why you must never leave us."
Shana felt no love for either Gina or Con. Still, it did her feelings a world of good to know she was wanted by them.
Gina's voice betrayed her own mounting lust. She bent over and pressed her hot lips against the beautiful redhead's left breast.
"Unh!"
It was a gasp of sheer delight, coming from the moment Shana felt the other woman's tantalizing tongue teasing her turgid nipple. The gentle sucking of her pursed lips sent shudders through the breast itself.
Gradually, little by little, Gina's dancing fingers, which had been spider's legs, changed to the tantalizing flutter of moth's wings, and then became the beating wings of a dove, and finally the talons of a hawk seizing its prey. One hand was locked on Shana's right breast, the fingers working expertly at the nipple-doing to it what Gina herself liked to feel done to her own breasts-capturing the little bud, teasing it, squeezing it, then releasing it-working in perfect rhythm with the way her lips pulled on the other nipple.
Gina's other hand had moved down, seeking, finally finding the palpitating vent that was Shana's cunt. Her long, middle finger slid gently, carefully up and down the entire pink division. But it purposely avoided all contact with Shana's clitoris for the moment. Shana began undulating her pelvis, trying to make Gina touch her extended man-in-the-boat, but Gina was an expert at this, and avoided it for the moment. Gina's tickling fingers remained on the surface, in no way trying to separate the vulva lips and move between them.
As the tantalizing crack became more and more lubricated because of the way Gina was teasing, the darker-haired woman slipped her finger to the end of the crack, crossed the perineal divide, and then touched the puckered brownie of Shana's rectum. Here, the finger stopped for a moment, then began its undulating, teasing penetration of this new orifice.
Wave after wave of forbidden pleasure charged through Shana. David's cock had aroused her rectal nerves, and Gina's touching her back there was having a maddening effect on her. But Gina had a nail on her fingertip, and she was hurting Shana. The redheaded woman, even though feeling pain, felt thrills. Still, she didn't want Gina to tear her inner flesh, and so raised her buttocks from the bench in an attempt to escape from the nail. But Gina's finger, nail and all, was moistened enough from the heavily dripping flow of her cunt-juices, and as a result Gina was able to push her finger inside, penetrating the crinkle to the first knuckle.
"Ohh! That hurts!" Shana gasped.
Gina didn't bother replying. Instead, she merely sank her sharp white teeth into the soft tender flesh of Shana's breast, seemingly trying to swallow the entire thing. Shana gasped. It might have been painful, but it was also beautiful. It was a blissful torment that had her on the borderline of total rapture.
The finger in Shana's asshole now began moving back and forth very gently in an effort to attain even more depth. Slowly the digit continued riding inward. Shana's rectal tunnel had so tightly captured the probing finger, that each movement caused her puckered sphincteral muscle to move around it, clamping down even harder. Shana gasped with uncontrolled delight.
The original painful sensation in Shana had changed to something else entirely, something totally alien, something deeply, darkly exciting. Now she felt the deeper muscles of her rectum flexing and unflexing in an effort to tug the finger even more deeply inside. She was trembling as she felt Gina's finger touch the nerve-endings David's cock had brought to life earlier. As a result, she was building toward an orgasm. It wasn't possible, it didn't seem as if a finger in her rectum was really capable of bringing her to such satisfaction. Her body rapidly climbed toward an exalted peak. Now she wanted that finger embedded even more deeply in her back tunnel. She also wanted a long, hard cock slammed solidly into the depths of her vagina. It would be lovely if the penis would vibrate while inside her. She was on the verge of orgasm now ... almost there ... ready ... ready ... ready ...
At that moment Gina pulled her finger from Shana's asshole, removed her mouth from the red head's breast, took her hand from the other breast, and slid away. She sat upright with a smile of victory scrawled all over her beautiful face.
"Oh, no! Don't stop now!" Shana lamented.
She made an attempt to sit up, a plea for more forming on her beautiful lips. Gina's firm hand pushed her right back down on the wooden bench.
"Now, Shana," Gina crooned, "you're about to discover the total delight one woman can bring another."
Gina slowly slithered down until she was in a half-crouching position directly opposite Shana's hips. Her voice was thick and hoarse with desire when she simply said, "You know, you have one of the prettiest little clitorises I've ever seen. I think you're going to faint dead away with ecstasy when I put it in my mouth."
Gina had suddenly become a paragon of gentleness. Her heatedly soft lips gently kissed the other woman's flat, white belly. Her tongue started tracing a pattern of eroticism across the abdomen. Once again the tongue paused in its journey to seek out the navel. Then it moved from side to side, licking the hip bones.
Shana moaned continually, doing her best to twist her pelvis so that her feverishly anxious pussy would finally make contact with the soft, fiery pink sword heading in its direction. Gina, however, had other ideas as to how Shana would reach the promised land of orgasm. Her hands were constantly busy, slowly separating the lovely woman's white thighs to reveal the seeping vagina in all its wonderful glory. The red head's clitoris seemed to be vibrating like a struck tuning fork, and the reverberations were traveling through her entire body.
Now Gina's hungry mouth moved down Shana's legs, sending wave after rippling wave of pleasurable lust with it. The outer parts of Shana's upper thighs were licked, kissed, fondled, and caressed. The outer right calf was kissed. The tongue left a trail of fire down the entire outer part of the leg. When it reached the soles of Shana's feet, it began working up the tantalizingly soft inside passageway leading to the far-off cavern of her vagina.
Shana simply lay back, her body as straight and as immobile as a piece of rigid iron. She no longer felt the heat emanating from the bench beneath her. She felt nothing other than the lasciviousness permeating her body until she felt pain. That was when she was aware that her own fingers were pressing into her scalp and her nails were cutting her.
Gina's educated lips swept higher and higher, moving up ... up ... up ... toward that ultimate juicy center. Tiny whimpering sounds of pure delight struggled to emerge from Shana's tightly constricted throat. Meanwhile Gina's left hand moved tantalizingly along the alabaster inner thigh until it brushed the silken-haired nest. The touch of the darker woman's hand on her vagina brought a short gasp of total rapture bubbling from her panting throat. Somehow the fact that a woman was doing all this made all the difference in the world and it was like nothing she had ever felt before. The hand was doing something down there. Thumb and forefinger were parting her inner lips now ... and then ...
Shana shrieked out her delight the instant Gina's lightning-like tongue struck, flickering like a ghost against her sodden cunt.
"Unh ... God don't stop ... please ... don't ever stop ... more ... more ... yesssss ... I lowvvve iiiii-iiitttt ... Unnnnhhhh ..."
Gina's tongue needed no verbal urging to continue what it was doing. At the moment the pink lingual digit moved as if it had a life unto itself, licking at Shana's tantalizing crack the way a cow would lap at a salt-lick. The lancing tongue penetrated through the two heatedly lubricated inner lips, drinking up the mead inside. This brought moan after moan of wanton delight from Shana. The tongue began moving back and forth as if it were a small, bendable, vibrant prick.
There was more to come, though. Even as Gina knifingly drove her slurping tongue up and down through Shana's vaginal canyons, her fingers began titillating the redhead's shudderingly extended clitoris. Tentatively, the probing finger of one hand once again sought entry through the tight rectus guarding Shana's anus. Surprisingly, it slid in to the second joint this time before Shana even realized the digit had penetrated her. The finger rotated around and around in an effort to enlarge the tiny opening. A moment later, the finger was all the way in to the knuckled fist. It made wild circles in the tiny little tubular tunnel, and was joined by a second finger.
"Ung ... God ... yes-sss ... do it ... do it ... do it ... " Shana gasped.
The plea seemed to come from the innermost depths of her shuddering soul, and then, without warning, everything began collapsing inside her.
Shana felt as if she were free-wheeling, end-over-end in space, being drawn toward a hot, meteoric sun of flaming sensation. There were comets here and there, and flaming satellites ... and everything was being violently pulled toward the center of the entire universe, and that center was her vagina.
"YYYYAAAAIIII YYYYEEEEAAAA GGGG-GGGGAAAA NNNNGGGGHHHH UUUUNNNN-GGGG HHHHAAAAYYYYAAAA GGGHHHUU-UUWWWWWAA AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHHH!" Shana screamed, her voice letting out one yell of rapture after another, as if both she and Gina were witches presiding over the bubbling cauldron of her vagina.
Shana's hands had cruelly grasped Gina's head, and she was actually slamming the other woman's face into her sodden crotch, as if she were trying to shove in the woman's nose as well as her tongue, after which she wanted to shove in her cheeks, her forehead, and even her chin. She wanted to jam it into that whirling centrifuge of hot, creamy liquid that was her seething cunt. Her legs and feet began slamming violently against the wooden bench beneath her, and her pelvis undulated like a pile driver gone totally out of control. She came, then came again, then again, again, again, and again. It was a series of non-stop orgasms the like of which she would never have dreamed possible. Her strength was sapped right out of her, and there, on the bench in the sauna, she felt herself blacking out.
"Next time," she heard Gina say, as she slowly passed into oblivion, "It will be your turn to learn to do things to me, lovely Shana. You'll discover there's as much joy in the doing as there is in the being done to. For now, rest!"
And Shana slept.