Chapter 8
Carla dressed herself as rapidly as possible, intrigued by her boss' mysterious hint. She walked proudly down the corridor to Mr. Barnes office, delighted to see the other employees, knowing that they had no idea how she had spent her lunch hour. It gave Carla a sense of superiority that overcame the nervousness that still gnawed at the back of her mind.
Carla knocked at Mr. Barnes' door and then let herself into the office, a spacious room decorated in the modern manner, with overstuffed furniture and soft, indirect lighting. She sat down as soon as Barnes pointed to a chair, wondering what the man would ask of her after having I fucked her.
"So, you're one of those women who likes to fool around with young boys," he stated simply. "No, don't protest and tell me how much you enjoyed fucking me. That doesn't matter."
"But I did," Carla answered, trying to sound as sincere as possible. "I didn't think I was going to, but it turned out to be wonderful. You were so strong and virile."
"But not as good as Arturo and who knows how many others," Mr. Barnes finished the statement for her. "That's exactly why I called you in to speak to me, Carla. You see, I have a son. That's his picture over there. I think he might be interested in you, and I'm sure you're willing to oblige me."
Carla stated at the picture, remembering, vaguely that Mr. Barnes had a son, Timmy, who had just entered high school. The boy looked no older than fourteen in the picture, slender and somewhat sickly. It didn't seem possible that he could be interested in women at that tender age.
"I don't understand," Carla replied, stalling for time. "I really don't know what you're getting at."
"Sure you do," Mr. Barnes answered with a kindly smile. "You like young boys, you just told me so. I don't hold that against you. It's your business, and people have all sorts of strange ideas in this world. The thing is that my son is young and shy. He could use a woman like you to show, him the ropes."
"But that's blackmail," Carla answered, feeling herself blushing involuntarily. "You'll fire me unless I fuck the boy? You want me to be a prostitute, don't you?"
Mr. Barnes smiled again, knowing he had the woman just where he wanted her. Nonetheless, there was no reason to be cruel. Carla would do as she was told, caring more about her job than her Victorian sense of rectitude. He continued to explain things to the woman and then Carla nodded her head slowly, completely resigned to the man's bizarre plans.
Mr. Barnes dismissed Carla from his office, explaining that he would come to her apartment the following evening with his son in tow. Carla passed the rest of the day in a fog, ashamed of the position she had been forced into but intrigued by the idea of fucking a boy younger than any of her other lovers. Yes, she would go through with it at any cost.
Carla spent that evening alone, refusing to allow herself to think of what was going to happen the following night. She mixed a strong drink and sat before the radio, paying even less attention to the music than usual. What if one of her boy friend's showed up while the boss was. there with his son? Things were getting complicated and unmanageable but she would pull through, would take her medicine like a woman.
The telephone rang shortly before ten, startling Carla out of her revelry. A feminine voice greeted her and it took Carla a few seconds to realize that she was talking to Wendy Roberts, the woman who had engaged in an orgy with her the previous week. She had forgot Wendy entirely in the confusion of more recent events but it was now pleasant to hear a familiar voice. "I haven't seen you at the discotheque," Wendy began. "I thought I'd call you up and see if everything was all right. It's kind of dull here tonight. Would you care for a visit?"
"Come right over," Carla answered eagerly. "I'm so confused I don't know what to do anymore. Maybe you can straighten me out. I think I'm going crazy tonight."
Wendy arrived ten minutes later, knocking loudly at Carla's door. Carla arose from her easy chair and let the woman in, feeling a little more collected than she had been on the telephone. She mixed Wendy a drink and then began to talk to the woman, tentatively at first but then confessing everything, giving her all the details of what had happened earlier that day.
"Wow, you made it with the boss and then he asked you to put out for his son? That's pretty wild, all right. What the hell are you going to do about it?"
"That's just it," Carla interrupted. "I have to do what he wants, or he'll fire me. You know, I've always had a thing for young boys but I don't know about this."
Suddenly Carla started to cry, letting all the tension seep out in her tears. It had been an impossible day, shaking the foundations of her sanity and new lifestyle. Wendy was a woman her own age, maybe a few years younger, but she was more experienced with men and more sure of herself. Maybe the woman would be able to help her in some unknown way.
"Take it easy, honey," Wendy answered. "It hurts now, but in a few days you'll be laughing about it. Your boss doesn't sound bad at all, and you told me that his son looked good in the picture. See, there's nothing to cry about."
Carla let the words sink in, still confused and disoriented. Wendy had a way of making things sound so simple and easy that her calmness was bound to rub off. Carla felt comfortable with her head cradled in the woman's arms, her tears falling slowly down the neckline of Wendy's low cut blouse.
"You're really hung up about sex, aren't you?" Wendy asked after the tears had ebbed. "It sounds like you never got laid before you started hanging around the discotheque. That's hard to believe. I mean, you're a very desirable woman."
Carla began to give Wendy a capsule history of her sexual development, starting with her defloration and continuing up to the present. She mentioned all her hangups, her almost complete lack of sexual experience. Wendy listened without saying a word, amazed by the unfolding of the strange tale.
"It sounds like you've never done anything until now," Wendy repeated. "I mean, when I was a teenager I made it with men of all ages—women too. You have to be free about sex, try everything at least once before you put it down."
"You made it with women?" Carla asked, swallowing the last of her tears, obviously fascinated. "I can't imagine doing that, although I suppose I must have wanted to."
"That's just it," Wendy said with enthusiasm. "There are probably a million things you wanted to do and didn't. But it's never too late to change, if you know what I mean."
Carla looked into the other woman's eyes, seeing that Wendy was examining her closely, taking in every inch of Carla's desirable body. It seemed insane to make it with Wendy, but that was evidently what the women wanted. Certainly she deserved it after being so nice to Carla, taking the time to come over and advise her on her problems.
Wendy kissed Carla at that point, on the cheek, then moving her mouth to cover the nervous woman's lips. She had made it with other women more recently than she had admitted, had thought of Carla in sexual terms since their orgy of the previous week. Now she had a chance to have the woman all to herself, to explore that magnificent body with fingers and tongue, to soothe the woman and make her forget her troubles.
Carla opened her mouth under the gentle pressure of Wendy's probing tongue, no longer caring what happened to her. She felt warm and secure in Wendy's arms and that was all that counted. She had fucked so many people over the last few weeks that it made sense for her to have sex with Wendy as well.
The two women remained locked together on the couch for a few moments. Wendy broke the embrace and suggested that they retire to the bedroom. At that moment, Carla's fears and apprehensions coalesced suddenly. It was hard to face the fact that she was turning into a lesbian. Still, she had started on that road and it was too late to reverse directions.
Once they were in the bedroom, Wendy began to undress as if it was the most normal thing in the world. One garment after another was quickly removed from her dark body and Carla watched closely, admitting to herself that she found the woman quite attractive. Wendy was lovely, large-breasted, full-hipped, completely sensual. It seemed possible for them to have a good time making love together.
"Take off your clothing," Wendy commented huskily. "I can still remember how beautiful you looked when we had the boys over here. Just relax and do what comes naturally to you."
Carla's natural inclination was to curl up into a ball and hide from the unprecedented situation. However, she stood tall and began to undress before Wendy, glad that the woman was not making her self-conscious by watching too closely. Already her mind was beginning to calm down. They were doing nothing out of ordinary, merely expressing mutual affection in sensual terms.
Soon Wendy stood stark naked before Carla, who was in a similar state of dishabille. The two women lay down together on the soft circular bed and once again Wendy kissed the inexperienced woman, sliding her tongue into Carla's mouth and relishing the taste of her warm, sweet saliva.
Eventually Wendy stepped up the pace, reaching down to caress Carla's boobs. Her hands were gentle and insinuating, seeming to know just what to do. Carla was surprised by her own reactions at first but then decided that it made sense for a woman to know instinctively how to please her.
She lay back and allowed Wendy to work over her lovely body, paying special attention to Carla's huge swelling tits. First the woman caressed her, then replaced her fingers with her mouth, sucking at Carla's nipples with agonizing gentleness. Carla sighed with lust, closing her eyes, knowing that eventually she would be expected to respond in kind.
Wendy continued to work on Carla's tits, enthralled by her tender flesh, her own body starting to react. Carla had no idea what she was doing but the woman's instincts were good. After a few minutes of mild petting, she would be ready for the real thing, would quiver to the feel of Wendy's talented tongue slipping slowly and silkily into her cunt.
Wendy began to caress Carla's entire body, staring at the dimpled shoulders and working her way down the woman's curved torso. Carla's skin was as soft as silk, without a blemish, completely desirable. She stopped at the woman's waist, so narrow that she could almost surround it with her hands.
Then she stroked Carla's legs, working her way up from the delicate ankles, along the slender hairless calves. Wendy was moaning in her arms, obviously turned on by Wendy's style of love making, every nerve a tingle. It was time to escalate their love making, move a little closer to the woman's cunt.
Wendy took her time about things, letting her hands linger on Carla's magnificent thighs. The woman was so passive and helpless that it was tempting to abuse her by coming on strong, but Wendy kept that impulse in check. It felt wonderful to have those soft thighs in her hands while her tongue was still busily exploring the recesses of Carla's sensual mouth.
Finally Wendy surrounded Carla's blonde bush with her soft hands, stroking the flaxen hair, working her finger ever so slowly into the woman's moist crevice. Carla's pussy seemed amazingly tight, smooth and soft, just the way she liked it. Now she was playing with the woman's clitoris, stroking the tiny organ gently, waiting for it to fill with blood and expand.
Carla responded perfectly, opening her ivory thighs and abandoning herself completely to her feminine lover. She looked down and saw that Wendy had pressed her body against her own, their skin making a lovely contrast. They were like sisters now, understanding one another perfectly, enraptured with love, ready to move into the final stages of sex.
Wendy felt the long cool fingers gliding into her cunt as if guided by radar. The sensation was unfamiliar but soon she grew to love it, to relish the feel of the sensitive orgasm seeking out her every secret. It was wonderful that Wendy was taking it easy on her, letting Carla get used to the joys of lesbian love a little at a time.
A few seconds later Wendy removed her fingers from Carla's pussy, ready to pull out the heavy artillery. She slid her body along Carla's torso, keeping the blonde woman flat on her back. Then her head was directly over Carla's gaping cunt, her tongue poised and ready to enter that sweet citadel.
Carla experienced another moment of doubt and discomfort as the women started to eat her out. Once she felt Wendy's tongue brushing over her enraged clitoris everything was fine again. She could trust Wendy completely, know that the woman would do all in her power to make her happy.
Wendy lowered her head, forcing her tongue directly into Carla's gently parted labia. The flesh was warm and luscious, literally melting in her mouth, covering Wendy's chin with a flow of warm love honey. Yes, it was going to be easy as shit to bring the responsive woman to orgasm.
The tiny clitoris was brushing against Wendy's face, refusing to be ignored for long. Wendy removed her tongue from Carla's cunt and immediately attacked the little red button, holding it between her sharp white teeth and brushing it with her tongue, feeling Carla quiver beneath her.
Carla reached down to fondle her mistress' tits, knowing that that was the least that would be expected from her. It was hard to get at the soft globes, but soon she had inserted her hands under Wendy's torso, surrounding the big tits with her fingers and pulling gently at the puckered nipples.
Wendy continued to work on Carla's clit for a few seconds, biting into the tiny flap of flesh, fully satisfied with the progress she had made. Carla was rather a strange creature but that made her no less attractive. She was the kind of woman Wendy had always favored, blonde, voluptuous and passive.
Her tongue left the tiny blood-engorged clitty and moved directly into Carla's vulva, parting the labia and then sliding into the breach. Carla had lifted her hips slightly, making herself more accessible than ever. Her cunt was warm and fragrant and delicious, stimulating Wendy intensely, causing a sharp feeling of pleasure in her own genitalia.
"It feels so good," Carla muttered a few seconds later. "I never knew that sex could be so gentle and peaceful. Yes, keep doing that, it makes me feel so good."
Wendy ignored her friend's words, knowing perfectly well what she was doing. Her tongue darted in and out of Carla's cunt hardly touching the soft pussy walls, never lingering for more than a second. She flicked the agile organ back and forth and then finally had mercy on the confused woman. She might as well get down to business, Wendy figured, get the woman hot and ready to return the oral favor.
Wendy reached up and began to fondle Carla's tits at the same time she was continuing to explore the woman's fragrant, redolent cunt. The nipples came to life in her hands and she could feel the moisture increasing, a sure sign that Carla was almost there, needing only a few minutes more of stimulation before she would be ready to shoot her load.
Her tongue darted in and out of the luscious crevice at ever increasing speed. Carla had her eyes open now, was writhing beneath Wendy on the soft bed, knowing what was going to happen to her. She had been a fool to be afraid of a woman who wanted nothing more than to bring her to a passionate orgasm. Now Carla was able to relax and enjoy herself fully.
Wendy shoved her tongue as far as it would go into Carla's twat and then left the agile organ there for a few delicious seconds. She could feel the muscular cunt contracting around her and that turned Wendy on all the more. Yes, it was nice to be with a woman again, not quite as good as doing it with a man, but exciting and stimulating in its own unique way.
She held Carla by the hips, encouraging the woman to move, to force her hips against Wendy's face so that the probing tongue could sink deeper and deeper. Wendy's face was covered with pussy juice by then but she loved every minute of it, knew that her efforts would soon be crowned with success.
And then Carla started to come, slowly at first but then with great intensity and momentum. Her clitoris went completely rigid and her cunt contracted more strongly than ever. Soon Wendy could taste the juices starting to flow, knew that she had turned the woman on unequivocally.
Carla was surprised at the intensity of her first lesbian-inspired orgasm. Her cunt closed down on the pulsating tongue and then she could feel her spasms beginning. Her hips dug into Wendy's soft tits but the woman did not retreat for a second, holding Carla down with surprisingly strong hands, gulping down every drop of the copious sweet tasting fluids.
Carla tried to speak in the midst of her passion but soon found it impossible. She couldn't express what she was feeling in words, in any case. Her cunt was continuing its strenuous spasms, cleaving to the probing tongue, wanting the climax to go on forever and ever.
Her orgasm finally came to an end, Carla's body subsiding after a few more seconds had passed. Wendy removed her head from between Carla's thighs and allowed the woman to relax for a few moments. It had been terrific to eat Carla out but now her own body was making demands. She would have to play her cards right to avoid frightening the woman.
"You liked that, didn't you?" Wendy asked unnecessarily. "I mean, it wasn't weird or perverted or anything like that. We're friends, we love each other and we made each other happy."
"But I didn't really do anything for you," Carla protested. "I don't know if I can, either. You know, I'm so uptight about sex. Help me, Wendy, show me what to do."
"Start by calming down a little," Wendy answered with a smile, caressing Carla's sweat streaked breasts. "Make love to me any way you want, at any pace. Come on, we've kissed before. You can start with that and work your way up."
Carla took her friend at her word immediately, taking Wendy into her arms and pressing the woman close. It seemed that she was stronger than Wendy, taller and more muscular. Wendy's tits pressed against her midsection as she bent the woman's head back, timidly slipping her tongue between Wendy's soft red lips.
It was heavenly to kiss the woman now that her nervousness had vanished. Carla felt calm and secure after her powerful orgasm, capable of almost anything. She stroked Wendy's back, digging her long polished fingernails into the thin skin, her tongue fully inserted in Wendy's mouth. Things were getting good and they had merely begun as far as Carla was concerned.
Wendy sighed with lust, feeling the heavier woman bear her body down onto the soft mattress. She rubbed her tits against Carla's causing the woman to reach down and manipulate the soft orbs. Carla seemed to know what she was doing alright, a natural in making love to a woman.
Carla stepped up the pace immediately, pinching the pink nipples between her fingers and then caressing them more gently as they hardened. She could feel Wendy's cunt pressed against her thigh, wet, warm and altogether inviting. Soon she would have to touch that lovely organ, a prospect that thrilled her rather than frightening the inexperienced woman.
Finally Carla let go of the lovely tits, sliding her hand along the fleshy torso of her new mistress, trying to reach her cunt before losing courage. It was easy to cover the dark satiny bush with her hand, easier yet to slide a finger into the breach now that she had reached the point of no return.
Wendy lay flat on the mattress, waiting for Carla to shift positions and eat out her pussy. It felt good to have Carla's fingers inside her box but she knew it would be a thousand times better once the girl got down to serious love making. Carla seemed hesitant about taking the last step but Wendy knew that she would come around in record time.
Then Carla finally gathered her courage, moving her body down until she was lying next to Wendy's dripping, sweet-smelling twat. She reversed position, not wanting to watch the woman's face as she ate her pussy. Her eyes were but an inch from Wendy's cunt now. She was ready to take the final step.
Carla slid her tongue out, touching the opening of the woman's pussy. She had a bit of trouble locating Wendy's clit but soon the tiny red organ was poking against her tongue, quivering as Carla worked it over. She was intent on duplicating Wendy's technique exactly until she felt more comfortable.
Making things easier for her friend, Wendy twisted her torso until she had assumed the sixty-nine position. It was futile to try to turn the woman on again so soon after orgasm, but she knew it would relax Carla if they did things together, went slowly during the woman's first bout of cunnilingus.
Carla slid her tongue directly into Wendy's vulva, feeling more self-confident with every passing moment. There was nothing wrong with what they were doing, just as Wendy had promised. It was beautiful and personal and very satisfying. It would be even better once she felt the woman coming into her mouth.
At first Carla moved her tongue in a random pattern, touching various parts of her mistress' pussy. Then she got the method down pat, working on the woman as it had been done to her so many times in the past. A silent bond was developing between the two women, a tie of mutual lust and desire.
Wendy began to lick at the opening of Carla's pussy, still soaking from come juice. She stopped suddenly, feeling Carla's tongue plunging deep into her own sexual organs, causing her to shiver with desire. Yes, Carla was going to do things just right, use her lips and tongue to their best advantage.
The telephone rang at that point but Carla ignored it completely. Nobody could be as important to her as Wendy, even her young male lovers. Carla buried her head in the woman's cunt, hearing the phone ring twice more and then fall silent. They were all alone and would remain that way for the duration of their enchanted hemophiliac evening together.
As she got the hang of eating pussy, Carla was able to overcome all her previous inhibitions. It felt wonderful to have the woman creaming in her mouth, writhing beneath Carla's strong shapely body. A new sense of power surged through her body and mind as Carla took the offensive for the first time in her life.
Carla held her partner by the hips, knowing that Wendy would keep her thighs spread wide. Her tongue darted in and out of the fragrant chamber, moving all over Wendy's cunt, causing the woman to sigh aloud, her tongue no longer inserted in Carla's box. Yes, they were doing it perfectly, she reflected, making love as it was meant to be. It wasn't as good as doing it with a man, but it was good enough to keep Carla deliriously happy.
Still, Wendy seemed nowhere near orgasm yet, needed stronger medicine to get her over the verge. Carla removed her tongue from Wendy's cunt and then noticed the woman's asshole gaping invitingly before her. Wendy had raised herself up onto her hips so that both orifices were equally accessible.
It was something that Wendy had not done to her but that made it all the better for Carla. She snaked her tongue directly onto the tiny pink aperture, delighted at the way Wendy was squirming beneath her. A few minutes of that and the woman would melt in her mouth, completely overcome with desire.
It was not easy to get her tongue into that tiny hole but Carla persevered patiently. Wendy's asshole tasted good, fresh and salty, tighter than her dripping cunt. A veil of quiet had descended upon the small bedroom. Carla kept eating out the woman's asshole until she could feel more come leaking out of Wendy's twat. It was time to go back to her original technique, to work on the woman's cunt until she was compelled to come, to shoot her load into Carla's waiting lips.
Wendy sighed with delight as she felt the talented tongue slipping back into her pussy. Carla ignored the woman's clitoris completely from then on in, her tongue moving slowly into Wendy's twat, using long lingering strokes that left the woman weak and shaking, knowing that her time wasn't long.
Carla redoubled her efforts at that point, completely acclimated to the taste of cunt. Her tongue was like a snake, delving in and out of that luscious fuck hole, not resting for so much as a second. Her own body felt stimulated again but that would have to wait until she was finished with Wendy.
Wendy's hips began to move, her pelvis rising to meet each of Carla's passionate strokes. The woman's cunt seemed big enough to ingest Carla's entire head at that point, a sure sign that she was almost there. Carla reached down and began to probe the woman's asshole with her index finger, knowing that it would make Wendy's orgasm that much better.
Two seconds later Wendy was in the throes of passion, her hips grinding wildly, a transfixed expression on her lovely face. She held Carla's head in position, refusing to relinquish her grip until the woman had swallowed every drop of the thick fluids that were gushing amply from her churning cunt.
Carla drank the juices greedily, thrilled at her ability to turn the more experienced woman on. She kept licking and sucking at the woman's twat, refusing to admit that their bout of love had ended. Feeling Wendy's grip loosening, Carla worked even harder, until the gentle pressure of Wendy's fingers told her that there was no point in continuing.
"So you think I should go through with that thing with my boss' son," Carla commented half an hour later, her head cradled in the crook of Wendy's arm. "I still have my doubts about it. You know, I don't like to be forced into things."
"Don't look at it that way," Wendy insisted. "You had a pretty good time fucking the old man, and you dig kids. That sounds a little harsh, but you know what I mean ... keep your job, go through with it. I bet it'll turn out good."
Carla turned off the light, knowing that Wendy would spend the night with her. It was good to have someone to share her thoughts with, a woman of her own age and station. Yes, Wendy had done her a world of good in more ways than one. Even if her affair with Timmy Barnes turned out wrong, Wendy would be there, ready to comfort and help her.
In the morning, Carla dressed herself cheerfully, wondering how she could have been afraid to have a scene with the two Barnes men. She dropped Wendy off in the downtown area and then went happily to work. Yes, she would show her boss' son the time of his young life, one way or another.