The Seduction of Jean Johnson Ch. 05

For Jean, the whole experience was beyond belief. Obviously, she had no idea as to what to expect or what it would feel like. Actually, her mind still was in a state of shock, and she really wasn't thing coherently at all. Here she was after an unbelievably painful caning, doing something that she always had considered to be the nadir of depravity, having sexual contact with another woman. Yet her morality censors seemed to be numb. She wasn't thinking right or wrong, just following instructions. Thus, with her mind on automatic and her guilt repressed, she just reacted and found that the experience was nowhere as repulsive as she had expected. With her censors in operation, those rules developed in her earliest, formative years, what she was doing would have been abhorrent and any pleasurable sensations negated or denied. As it was, however, the caressing of Marian's cunt was interesting and the tactile sensation really quite soothing. She stroked up and down, running her fingers through the moist groove between the lips, the silky feeling of the soft tissues very sensual. Following instructions, she tickled the clit and the hair along the lips, occasionally slipping between them and, every now and then, sinking her finger into the cunt hole.

She would have expected that to be traumatic, but it really wasn't, perhaps partly because of the numbness still limiting her thinking. The same thing applied to pushing her finger into Marian's asshole. Of course, she had done that before while creaming the area, but then the penetration had been shallow and incidental. Now, with Marian' encouragement, her finger, lubricated from the wet cunt, slipped in the whole way to her second knuckle. Thus, as Marian progressed toward orgasm, Jean explored both opening to her body while continuing the manipulation of the external parts. As the orgasm was reached, she stroked faster and pressed harder, fascinated, even in her mentally anesthetized state to see the woman lose control, pressing upward against her hand, gasping and moaning in ecstasy. As Marian finally slumped down, out of breath and energy, Jean realized that, despite her background and her beliefs, she, herself, had become aroused by this wicked act. Right then she couldn't think about that. In fact, she didn't want to think about anything.

Unfortunately for her peace of mind, however, it was not over. Marian wanted to be certain that Jean was sufficiently conditioned and controlled, so she intended to go one major step forward. Therefore, after resting awhile, lying side by side, Jean's head resting against her breast, she started again. Taking Jean's hand again, she placed it on her cunt mound. Jean lightly brushed her fingers through the hair, feeling its softness and springiness. Then, knowing what was desired, she slid her hand further down and began lightly caressing the clit. After a minute or so of this, Marian spread her legs and asked Jean to move and kneel down between her legs. As she did so, Marian pulled her knees up almost to her breasts and opened them, exposing every detail of her cunt and ass to Jean's eyes. Jean's head had cleared, and while she still was somewhat traumatized by the caning and subsequent events, she had recovered quite well. Actually, she had admitted to herself, while they lay there, that fondling Marian's cunt hadn't been as dreadful as she had feared and that it had been interesting to cause her to erupt into orgasm. She had never thought of such a thing, but, well, it had been interesting.

Now, with the mental numbness gone, she, for the first time, saw a cunt raised up and wide open. She couldn't help but stare, looking at the clit protruding slightly at the start of the division into cunt lips. The lips, themselves were puffy from previous excitement, the fringing hair damp from the flow of internal moisture. Then, between the lips, red with arousal, was the hole, the one her finger had been in not long ago, wet and shiny and beckoning. Her eyes moved further down as the cunt lips ended leaving a small bare area, the perineum, and just below, the asshole – where her finger also had been. She would be shocked later at her actions and her calm perusal of Marian's sexual (and other) organs, but right then she was fascinated by what she was seeing. She had, of course, seen pictures in biology textbooks of these same organs, but it was very different, kneeling down between a woman's legs looking at them as opposed to studying a dry textbook.

All this surveying took only a short time and, obviously, Marian wanted something more that to be examined. At her unspoken urging, Jean leaned forward and began tracing the cunt lips with her fingers, dipping into the opening as she passed it. She stroked up and down gently, lightly tickling at the clit and drawing her fingers all the way down to the ass. This stroking and petting went on for several minutes as Marian visibly became more aroused. The cunt had been wet when it started, but Jean's manipulation had started an output of lubricant that literally flowed downward, making the entire area amazingly slippery. It was at that point that Marian dropped her bombshell that made Jean's newfound equanimity vanish.

Jean was leaning forward from her kneeling position, her head between Marian's thighs, watching her fingers as she worked on the cunt. Suddenly, Marian reached down over her raised knees and put her hand on the top of Jean's head and gently pushed downward. Jean's first reaction was to wonder what she wanted when that question was answered when Marion said, "Lick my pussy, honey." The statement was made softly, as a request, but there was no question that it really was a command.

Jean's reaction was clear evidence that her conditioning was complete. She made no effort to pull back as Marian's hand pressed her head downwards until her mouth was at the clit. The "request," however, was like a thunderbolt, turning her mind into a quagmire of jumbled thoughts, none of which made sense. There was, of course, the overwhelming fear of lesbianism, but added to it was a feeling of revulsion at having her mouth on another woman's cunt. The moistness, the hair, the fear of "dirtiness," all the things that warred with her feeling of delicacy, contributed to her feeling of revulsion. All of these elements warred with her commitment and desire to do as Marian wished. The result was a conflict that prevented any coherent thought. She just couldn't think, once again she was numb, an automaton that did as she was programmed to do – she started licking.

She started as if she were licking an ice cream cone, long, rapid swipes over the surface of Marian's cunt. Marian's hand slowed her down, however, and, as something of the shock wore off, she began using her tongue with more precision. Marian's reactions told her when she was doing it right, and she used those as guides and developing a pattern. She concentrated on the clit at first, flicking her tongue over it as she had tickled it with her finger. Then she moved downward, running her tongue into the slit and finding an abundance of moisture seeping out of the hole. As she dropped further, she found the cunt lips to be very slippery, almost as if they were lined with Teflon. Even as she got the whole way back, she discovered that even the anal area was coated with the same lubrication. Marian, obviously, was very aroused.

Jean had not resisted when Marian told her to lick, but, as she complied, she almost burst into tears at the enormity of what she was commanded to do. Fortunately, the fugue condition of her mind, the numbness that precluded rational thought stopped even that normal (for her) reaction. All those thoughts of revulsion, etc. as described above were there ready to pounce as soon as the initial shock wore off. However, amazingly, the reaction was just the opposite. Even through the clouds in her mind, she realized immediately that her expectations of a nauseating, sickening taste were wrong. Actually, the "flavor" was more neutral and certainly not unpleasant. In addition, the slippery flesh was smooth and even the hair was soft and unobtrusive under her tongue. As she reached the perineum, and her tongue began flicking over Marian's asshole, the thought flashed through her mind, "This is clean, I just washed it myself!"

That was her first coherent thought, and suddenly, the mist over her mind seemed to vanish as she realized that there really was nothing repulsive about licking Marian. In fact, as she continued and Marian's excitement grew, she actually began to, well, if not really enjoy, not mind what she was doing. In some ways, the very perversity of the act began to excite her. Her first panicky reaction had been that this depraved, menial and servile act was filthy and horrible. Suddenly, being on her knees, kneeling between her mistress's legs, licking her cunt, seemed a good place to be. Just as kneeling by the tub giving Marian a bath seemed right and proper, so did this.

Consequently, her tongue became more active, the tip flicking over the clit, delving into the cunt hole itself and running the length of the channel. When the tip reached the asshole, Marian surged upwards, leading Jean to concentrate on that erogenous area while, at the same time, tickling the clit with her fingers. Swirling her tongue around the hole, poking inward with it, Jean elicited a humping motion from Marian, seemingly indication approaching orgasm. Licking back upwards, she replaced her tongue with her finger and, as she concentrated on the clit, slid it completely into the asshole. That combination of manipulation finally sent Marian over the edge, her pelvis humping up and down and twisting against Jean's face and finger. Then, with one final upward surge accompanied by a series of gasping groaning-like sounds, she collapsed. For almost thirty seconds, Jean stayed there, her face hard against Marian's cunt, her finger far up her ass and, then, she too pulled away and collapsed, almost as spent as Marian.

The aftermath for Jean was touchy for awhile, for her dormant censor awakened when the excitement and good feeling from serving Marian ended, and she was suddenly revisited by the shades of past beliefs, lesbianism the most prominent horror. She, under duress, of course, had committed what she had always deemed almost a mortal sin, a transgression that only the most depraved and degenerate women could be involved in. Yet, she had not only let happen, but, she admitted to herself, she had actively participated in and, in retrospect, worst of all, enjoyed. She couldn't deny this last fact. Mostly the enjoyment came from pleasing Marian by kneeling down and performing the servile role of a naked serving girl. In addition, she also admitted to herself that being forced to do such a thing, whipped until she no longer could fight, made it much more acceptable, less of a licentious act on her part. Nonetheless, she still had that residual feeling of having committed an immoral act. Interestingly enough, as Jean repeated this obscene performance many times in the future, this feeling of guilt remained, giving an element of wickedness that, somehow made it more interesting

For the two of them, the aftermath was, at first, a bit strained, but that lasted only a very short time. Somehow, the new experience was accepted as a natural development and they were quite comfortable with each other afterwards. Marian helped this considerably, by pulling Jean up beside her and giving her a quick kiss, saying, "Thank you, honey. That felt wonderful." She treated it in a matter of fact way, requiring no discussion or dissection and they were able to lie there, naked but comfortable with each other, talking of mundane things. An excellent way of diffusing a potentially traumatic situation! The only reference to the caning came just as Jean was ready to leave when Marian said, "Here, honey, let me put some more lotion on your bottom. It's really red. You know, you'd better make sure that Jim doesn't see your little ass until those marks clear up!"

Jean agreed entirely about that last remark. There was no way that Jim, despite his more liberal ideas about clothing and, perhaps, from hints he had made, sexual activities among married couples, could ever accept what he would have considered the most outrageously depraved act, even under duress. This she would have to keep secret!