Lost in Lesbian Lust 2 by LeAnn McLane (lmclane48@gmail.com)
(lesbian domination)
My relationship with Jan grew more intense over the next couple of years. Her husband was promoted and required to spend more and more time traveling. My neighbor began to visit much more often after the school term started. Ginger, her oldest daughter had finished high school and chose to go to college at the state university where tuition was subsidized. The campus was located about a hundred miles away so the girl was lucky to get home every other weekend. That was about as long as her wardrobe could withstand the demands of laundry requirements.
With her husband and older daughter gone so much and the younger girl in high school most of the day, Jan was at loose ends with too much free time. Boredom was beginning to be a growing problem. I was the recipient of the bulk of this largess as she became more and more willing to use me for her amusement. She would visit more frequently as the weeks passed and she seemed to grow a little more resentful each day. She began to voice her doubts about the necessity of so much travel for her husband. Was it really all business? She complained that Ginger could have gone two years to a local junior college and then transferred to State. That's what Jan had suggested but Ginger argued that some of her credits might not be transferable. How could she know she was taking the courses that would be required in her degree plan at State?
This largess was double edged. I had more time with her but she grew progressively more alienated and dissatisfied because she was alone so much and she began to take it out on me. When she realized that I would voice very little objection regardless of what she did to me, she began to mistreat me with greater frequency and more pain. This was bittersweet because while I was thrilled by the increased attention, I did not relish the increases of humiliation and pain. I did grow more tolerant of the pain because of the increased frequency...and the more flagrant humiliations seemed fitting for a woman who had lost her self respect so completely. My preemptory feelings for the woman had cost me everything and I grew more vulnerable and helpless in her presence with each passing day. As my self esteem disappeared, her self confidence expanded in inverse proportion! She became much more haughty and domineering. She would slap me or hit me for any imagined slight or perceived act of disobedience. When she realized that I was actually aroused by her angry tirades and prompted to try even harder to please her, the little fits became more frequent.
Gradually the abuse became more and more to be spankings over her lap and usually on my naked behind. It developed into a ritual; she would lecture me about some personal failure and grow progressively more agitated until she would decide she had tolerated as much as she could. Then she would reach a decision that I needed to be punished and she would grab my hand and start spanking my ample behind. To avoid the pain I would try to move away which ended up with me running in a circle around her while she flailed away. When I grew too tired to continue running around her, she would sit down and pull me over her lap. The spankings became more severe with time as her dissatisfaction with life and impatience with me grew. As I became firmly convinced that the way Jan treated me was proper because I had no will to resist her and if a woman did not stand up for herself, surely she deserved whatever she received.
But more importantly the mistreatments, the humiliations, and even the spankings were highly arousing to me. My pussy would be awash within a few minutes of her castigations, the minute she called out my name in that completely exasperated manner which alerted me that I was in trouble. Then of course she very soon began to leave her hands on me after the spanking. Her wonderful hands would rub all over my blistered buttocks and that led to her reaching her fingers down between my thighs and my mind would evaporate in absolute bliss as she moved her fingers all over and in and out of my pussy and later, as her own inhibitions relaxed, my asshole. The feelings were so intense that all thoughts of resistance were immediately dismissed as my excitement expanded to the bursting point and I lay helpless over her thighs. Then sometimes she would push me to the floor, lift her dress and take down her panties. I immediately knew what she would allow me to do and my anticipation mounted as I eagerly tried to get her seated and her thighs parted as wide as possible so that I could bring my mouth to bear on her delightful pussy. Such a denouement did not occur nearly as frequently as I wanted but she would only allow it according to her own mood and desires. Any kind of begging on my part was counterproductive because she would immediately refuse due to her homophobic fears. Any suggestion that we were involved in some kind of sexual relationship set off warning bells and whistles, sending her into instant retreat within herself pulling in all the doors and windows with her.
I'm sure we were not as careful as we should have been or perhaps Jan, who was in complete control of everything became less and less aware that her young daughter, Kyleigh, was witnessing frequent and flagrant scenes of my humiliations and punishments on several occasions. I was appalled that Jan made no effort to interrupt our little sessions even when she could not help but notice her young daughter was watching. Regrettably, Kyleigh's interest only served to heighten my own depraved arousal and caused me to merely reach orgasms more rapidly and more frequently at the hands of her mother.
Apparently the increase in my passions did not go unnoticed by the young girl. She eventually started coming over to my house to visit me when her mother was occupied with shopping trips or meetings. She exuded even more self confidence than her mother on these visits and her youth and beauty made her absolutely irresistible to me and I could not help but fawn and grovel worse than any peasant or peon in the presence of a queen. This reaction from me caused her not to hesitate to impose her will on me more and more frequently. She was not reticent about criticizing any of my perceived shortcomings.
"You really should lift your skirt when you sit down. The whole purpose of sitting down for a woman like you is to expose her thighs for other women and girls to enjoy. Do you imagine that I come over here to visit you so I can see your knees pressed tightly together and your skirt pulled down to your ankles?" Kyleigh would say.
"I'm sorry. I have just had so little experience entertaining young girls on visits. I'm just not sure of the proper decorum."
"You should now be certain of how I want you to sit when I come over. Stand up, lift your skirt and sit back down with your legs spread enough to create some small interest! How can a grown woman be so dense! I can't imagine who took care of you before Mom and I came along! Instead of apologizing for not doing the right thing, just do the right thing. I can see now why Mother has to spank you so often."
I hurriedly rose up, adjusted my skirt and sat back down with my legs parted. I was embarrassed that the young girl looked at my thighs with such brazen interest. The incident was highly arousing to me also and I grew moist as I frequently moved my legs in order to attract her attention. Of course I deplored my own behavior and was quite ashamed that I was being so easily manipulated by such a young girl but I was at the mercy of my own passions. Her overweening attitude just crushed any resistance I might muster. This of course did not go unnoticed by the young girl either. Her demands and expectations merely expanded to fill the void left by my own emotional withdrawal. She became more demanding and more belligerent when her expectations were not precisely met. She would grab my ear and pull it painfully to gain my full attention for minor lapses but for more important shortcomings, she would savagely pinch one of my nipples, especially if she had managed for me to be topless at the time.
The inevitable progression of her increased expectations eventually led to her decision to give me a spanking. The young girl was well aware of the absurdity of a mature woman being severely disciplined by a mere slip of a girl and this dissuaded her for some time but the continued abuse that I so stoically endured from her caused her to reassess the situation. She concluded that the degree of her dominance and my submission was sufficient to abrogate the inherent absurdity of a mature woman being chastised by such a young person.
She reminded me of her mother the next time she came over. Brusque and intolerant, she seemed to be looking for any reason to get upset with me. Once she was seated in my living room she asked me for a drink and I asked if she wanted a soft drink and she exploded in rage. "Do you think I'm too young for a real drink, an alcoholic drink? My own mother allows me to drink wine whenever I want and has for years. Are you so morally superior that you can't pour a drop of whiskey in a glass of soda for someone who's not a member of AARP?"
"No, I'm not, I have no objections. I just didn't know that you wanted something other than a normal teenage..."
"What the hell do you mean - normal teenage? Are you implying that I'm something less than normal? You have a lot of nerve with all the perverted stuff you carry around. Get your skirt off and your panties down, I'm going to give you a spanking for your arrogant attitude."
I could see no reason to argue about it since she had apparently made up her mind to spank me and had come over to my house with that intention. I was extremely excited about the way she had become so suddenly dominant and pervasive. I simply hurried to get my clothes off before her anger grew worse. As I approached her naked, she reached for my hand and pulled me down over her lap. Her dress was pulled up nearly to her waist so my naked loins pressed against her gorgeous thighs and caused my arousal to soar to even greater heights. I was so anxious that I barely felt the first few licks she delivered. Of course after the first few, my ass cheeks became so enflamed that I could not ignore the searing pain she delivered with each swat. Tears erupted from my eyes and I begged her to please stop spanking me. She replied that she would stop when I had learned how to behave properly.
The young girl continued to thrash me despite my crying promises. She seemed to be a trifle stronger than her mother physically and much more energetic and motivated. Eventually she stopped only because she had exhausted herself on my blistered bottom. When I felt she had stopped I was sobbing quietly but fearful of arousing her anger if I moved off of her lap. Idly her hand rested on my arched ass. She even had the audacity to strum her fingers on my taut buttocks. Lying there in such a precarious position, my arousal began to soar. I desperately wanted her to demand more of me but I was so fearful of antagonizing her with some degenerate suggestion. My muscles were beginning to ache with the extended tension.
Ah, but she was not completely like her mother. Kyleigh had no fear of labels; if it felt good it was good by whatever name it was known. Her hand began rubbing my ass more intently, digging in, almost pinching, "Does your big girl hienie like to have a young girl's hands rubbing on it? Does your big girl pussy get all hot and wet when you are being fondled by a teenager? Is that the reason you like to be spanked; so someone will play with your big ol' grown woman bottom?"
Kyleigh continued to torment me with these provocative accusations but the effect on me was to turn my poor pussy into melted butter. I grew more aroused with each derogatory comment; the more she insulted and defamed me, the more inflamed I became. My breathing became labored and my body was squirming around on her lap, pressing my pussy down hard against her gorgeous thighs and the thought of touching her thighs caused my stimulation to soar like a rocket. "Please, Kyleigh, please let me get between your legs, let me do something, I am so hot I'm going to burst into flame..."
"Oh, you nasty ol' whore, you want to suck some young girl pussy? You want me to let you get on your knees and nuzzle your big ol' grown up woman mouth all over my little hairless cunt!"
"Yes, I do, please, I'm so hot, I need to so bad..."
"Oh, I see, everything is about what you need, eh? What about what my little pussy needs? Does it need a big ol' grown woman's mouth slurping all over it? Does it need to be kissed, licked and sucked on `til it's raw? How do I know you won't get so ravenous that you would hurt my little girl pussy by sucking too hard or...or even biting..."
"Please let me. I would never hurt you, I'd be so careful...and gentle...I would only love it like the soft treasure that it is. I would only worship it and you."
"Ooohhh, worship sounds like it would be fun. You'd put your mouth on it gently and lick it softly, slowly over and over `til I tell you to go harder. You promise to mind me and do exactly what I tell you to...instantly and without arguing and protesting?"
"Oh, yes, Kyleigh, I promise I'll lick it like a blown up balloon mounted on a board of upright razor blades. I will be so careful, like the rustle of a soft wind over a field of wheat...just kissing, licking lightly, loving..."
"Alright, you nasty ol' whore, I'll let you lick it but if you get too rough, I'll tell my mom you tried to fuck me."
"Oh, no, please, don't ever say such a thing to your mother. She would go ballistic, she'd have me boiled in oil if you even hinted at such a thing. She must never know that I touched you in any way!"
"Okay, calm down. It's nice to know I have such a hammer to hold over your head. I can make you do anything, can't I, just by threatening to tell Mommy..."
I quickly agreed with her and assured her of my unquestioning obedience. Of course she could make me do anything anyway so it was sort of a moot point. With this tacit understanding I slid quietly off her lap with her gorgeous thighs each under an armpit, I wrapped my arms around her legs and worked my hands up under the cheeks of her ass, fondled and caressed as much of her body as I could reach with as much loving attention as I could muster. Wanting her to experience the most intense pleasure possible, I pressed my face gently between her thighs and lovingly burrowed closer and closer to her exquisite cunt. The scent she emitted was so arousing that I could barely contain my desire to devour every inch of her provocative loins. Exercising the most brutal restraint to keep from frightening her into headlong flight, I carefully licked the excruciatingly lovely flesh at the tops of her absolutely gorgeous thighs, pressing my tongue down in between her them, searching for the unreachable and the untouchable.
"Oh, that feels so good, you nasty ol' bitch but it also tickles too much. I'm gonna open my legs a little bit and let you get a little closer to what you want to worship BUT I don't want you going crazy and trying to get your whole big ol' head in there!" Kyleigh cautiously warned me as she relaxed her tense thighs a slight bit.
"Thank you, Mistress," I muttered without thinking.
"Mistress? Oh, I like that. You can call me that all the time now."
"Except around your mother or your sister." I suggested.
"Well, of course, I meant when we were alone and I was using you in some way."
Remembering that I wanted to make this her greatest sexual experience, I gave up on the possibility of getting through her thighs and began to kiss around the tantalizing curve of her hip. She responded to this with anticipation and allowed herself to roll over onto the hip I was not licking, exposing the sides of her ass cheek to the ardent entreaties of my tongue. Gradually I was able to nudge her over until she was lying on her tummy and the excruciating curve if her ass almost melted my mind. I could barely contain the fervor of my need as I pressed my face between the awesome cheeks of her ass down into the drowning depths as I plunged my face as deeply as possible until I reached her wrinkled rosebud with the rigid spear of my tongue. She moaned in some form of appreciation as I drove my tongue in and out, fucking her asshole with complete abandon, wanting nothing but to create the utmost joy and pleasure in her. Her moans were becoming screams as I worked my tongue in and out of her delicious ass. I was caught up in the total dedication of achieving the ultimate orgasm for my goddess. Her screams seemed to indicate that she was with me all the way in this effort.