Higher Learning

Camille reached between Annie's legs and ran her hand across her small brown bush, sliding one finger inside the student, gauging her wetness. Evidently it met her satisfaction and she smiled as she withdrew her hand, bringing it to her mouth as she licked it clean.

"Okay, you can put it down," Camille said in reference to Annie's dress as she handed her new toy the keys to the car and told her to unlock the door for her.

Annie did so, unlocking the driver's side and then, after Camille got in, closed that door and went around to the passenger side where she let herself in. Her panties were still sitting out on the dirt but she made no attempt to recover them. She was sure she wouldn't need them at all tonight.

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To Annie's surprise, instead of heading into the more residential areas of the city, Camille instead turned down the same road the bus she had taken to Scarlett's had covered a few hours before. She continued to follow that road, crossing the Logan River Bridge and on into Leeburg. Only a few miles beyond the small town stood the State University.

"You live in Leeburg?" Annie asked as she began to worry that they might run into someone she knew.

"Yes, I much prefer it over the city," Camille said, "and it's such an easy commute to work."

"I never asked, what kind of work do you do?" Annie said, realizing just how little she knew about the woman next to her.

"Here we are," Camille said instead as she turned the car into the driveway of a small, ranch style house. "Time to consider Dante's Warning."

"Excuse me?" Annie asked, not understanding the reference.

"Abandon all hope ye who enter here," Camille explained. "The words over the gates of hell from Dante's Divine Comedy. Don't they teach things like that up at State?"

"I guess I haven't taken that course yet," Annie replied, her voice reflecting some concern at Camille's choice of phrase.

"Don't look so worried, I was only making a joke," she said when she saw the look on the younger woman's face. "We're going to have fun, I promise you that you're going to enjoy it."

Annie put her happy face back on but for the first time, her cautious side began to assert itself and she began to consider the fact that things might indeed be happening too fast.

Leaving the car in the driveway, Camille directed Annie to the stairs leading to the basement. When they reached the foot of the stairs, she turned around to face the younger woman.

"I want you to keep in mind, whatever happens once we go through this door is a game," she said. "The object of which is for both of us to enjoy our fantasies. If at anytime, you want the game to stop, all you have to do is say a code word. Once that's said, the fantasy stops right then and there."

"Couldn't I just say stop?" Annie asked.

"No, because saying stop might just be part of the fantasy," Camille explained. "Now I want you to pick a word, one which you're not likely to forget when you get excited and one which you couldn't imagine saying accidentally."

Annie thought about it a few seconds, then said, "Peanut Butter."

"Okay, peanut butter it is," Camille agreed as she unlocked and opened the door, stepping aside to let Annie enter first.

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Annie wasn't sure what to expect when she entered what Camille has referred to as her basement playroom. Wild visions of some sort of medieval dungeon flashed through her mind for a few moments, complete with restraints and dank stone walls. Strangely, the thought actually excited her.

What she found as Camille switched on the lights was something of a disappointment then, the large room looked like just about any other unfinished basement. The overhead rafters were visible since there was no drop ceiling, the floor and walls being not stone blocks but painted concrete. The center of the room had a large wrought iron bed with a bare canopy in the center of it.

"I'm going to change clothes," Camille said in a strong, demanding voice. "There's a small box on the bed with a set of instructions. See that you follow them."

Then without another word, the older woman disappeared through the door leading to the next room.

"Yes, Ma'am" Annie said, even though Camille was already out of earshot.

Sitting down on the bed, she picked up the small cardboard box, it was about the size a blouse might come in, and looked inside. Curiously, she examined the few articles in the box, then picked up the neatly typed list of instructions. As she read them, Annie couldn't help but think this was far different than anything she had imagined before, wondering also if she was going to be saying peanut butter any time during the night.

This time, there was no long wait for Camille to return as she reappeared in the doorway only ten minutes later. Gone was the dress she had worn to the club, replaced now by a black leather bustier with a laced up front and equally black cloth panties.

Annie would've certainly have found the outfit interesting, if she had been able to see it. At the moment, however, that was an impossibility. Following the instructions that had been left for her, the young college student was wearing a thick red blindfold that had been in the box.

Her wrists now rested within two loose leather straps, attached to the iron canopy above the bed, as she stood alongside the edge of the bed . The straps had also been in the box, along with instructions on how to attach them to the small hooks in the metal.

Only Annie's desire to follow Camille's instructions held her bound, if she wanted to, she could slip her hands free at any time. Also in keeping with the directions that had been left with her, Annie was now also totally nude.

It was the last order that caused Annie the most pause. Normally, even with a lover, she was somewhat modest about her body and only totally undressed in a protective cloak of darkness. Still, Camille had made it clear that her orders weren't open for discussion or interpretation. It was all or nothing.

"Very nice," Camille said as she walked back into the room and stepped over to the bed, stopping a foot in front of the now bound girl, "very nice indeed."

Camille reached out and softly ran her hand across Annie's breasts. She stroked the erect nipples for a few seconds before running her hand down the length of the girl's body, caressing the dark mound between her legs as well.

That simple touch was enough to send a torrent of excitement through Annie. Deprived of her sight, her other senses became more acute, trying to compensate. The sound of every movement Camille made filled her ears as the rich aroma of her body flooded her nostrils. She next felt Camille's hand at the back of her neck as she pulled their mouths together and kissed her once more.

A kiss that was intrusive as it was passionate, her tongue pressing deep inside Annie's mouth as it explored every inch of it. Her naked form pressed against Camille's garment, causing her to wonder what it was, but her remaining unrestrained senses proved inadequate to the task.

They continued to kiss as Camille ran her hand along the length of Annie's outstretched arms. moving from them down across her back to the cheeks of her ass. There, she tightly gripped the soft flesh causing the girl to emit a small cry. One that was muffled by the press of the older woman's mouth.

Finally withdrawing her tongue from the brunette's mouth, Camille kissed first her neck, then the upper reaches of her chest, and finally her breasts themselves. Her hands cupped each mound, playing with them, first softly, then with a more rough touch. Annie's nipples found their way into Camille's mouth as her tongue now covered the excited tips with a warm wetness. A gentle touch that alternated with the sharp bite of her teeth as they closed partially around them as well.

The pleasure/pain combination was strangely intoxicating to Annie in a way she hadn't thought possible. Within the limits of her restraints, she moved her body back and forth, adding to the waves of delight that had began to resonate within her. The biggest surprise was the level of moisture that she could feel between her legs. Dampness far out of proportion to the scarcity of physical contact in that area since they'd left the club.

"I ..." Annie started to say, but had her words cut off as Camille placed a single outstretched finger against her lips.

"Unless you're going to say your safe word," she said as she withdrew her hand, "I want you to remain quiet for the moment. Just enjoy the experience and let what you're feeling take control of your body."

Since she wasn't about to say "peanut butter", at least not now, Annie did what she had been told and closed her mouth. What she had wanted to say, could certainly wait for later.

Taking a step back, Camille undid the laces of her top and opened it just enough to expose her own small, firm breasts. Moving forward once more, she lifted her mound and guided her dark nipple to Annie's lips.

It took a moment for the blindfolded girl to realize what it was, but once she did, she took it into her mouth eagerly. Her lips caressed the hardness as her tongue washed over it again and again, elucidating a soft moan from Camille.

As much as Annie wished she could see the breast now in her mouth, only being able to form a mental picture of it as she sucked had a certain advantage as well. With no other distraction, it occupied the whole of her being.

Camille shifted Annie's mouth to her other mound, allowing her to explore that, as well as the small valley between the two. An exploration that the taller girl approached with unbridled enthusiasm. As many times as she had imagined another woman's breasts, the reality exceeded the dream many times over.

"Oh yes," Camille moaned softly as she stroked the back of Annie head, "so very nice. So very nice, indeed."

When she was satisfied that Annie had her fill, Camille reached up and slid the younger girl's hands from their bonds. Removing one of the straps as well, she looped it around both of Annie's wrists, tying them behind her back. As before, the restraints were loose enough that the girl could've freed herself effortlessly if she wanted. The effect was purely psychological.

"Kneel," she said in a powerful, single word.

Without hesitation, Annie obeyed the order, dropping down to the floor with such force that she actually hurt herself as her knees hit the hard cement floor. Still she gave out no cry, concentrating instead on hearing her Mistress's next command.

A command that wasn't hard to anticipate as stepping to within an inch of Annie's face, the leather clad Mistress reached down and pulled aside her black panties, exposing her womanhood beneath it. Even before her fingers moved, Annie could smell the other woman's nearness and began to tilt her head forward.

She didn't get very far before Camille again grabbed the back of her head and, with a combination of pulling Annie toward her and moving her own body forward, pressed the kneeling girl's face against her pussy. The wetness and the strong scent of Camille's womanhood blocked out everything else.

"Lick me!" she ordered, rubbing Annie's face back and forth between her legs.

For the first time tonight, Annie felt that maybe she'd gone too far. That maybe it was time for her safe word. Even as she considered the idea, her tongue was reaching out for her first taste of another woman.

"I said lick it, bitch!" Camille repeated, her voice reflecting her sense of urgency.

As her tongue moved back and forth, and she felt herself overwhelmed by Camille's essence, a sudden calm descended over Annie. The momentary fear that had gripped her passed and she felt like she was exactly where she should be. The eagerness with which she had devoured Camille's breasts returned and she approached her first cunnilingus with the same vigor.

"That's it, baby," Camille purred as she held Annie's face between her legs, thrusting her body back and forth as she did. "Take it all, lick that pussy!"

Annie was really beginning to get into it now, even wishing she had her hands free to help her. Of course it would be a simple thing to free them, but she didn't dare do it without permission. It wouldn't be until much later that she would realize just how much control of herself she had given up in the last few hours.

So it went for the next twenty minutes, until, through sheer repetitiveness rather than any skill on Annie's part, she triggered an orgasm that rocked Camille's body.

"Oh yes!" Camille cried as she trembled and her legs went weak as waves of joy resounded throughout her body.

Yet through it all, she never relaxed the hold she had on Annie. Not until the last of the ripples faded did she finally let her free.

"Not bad," Camille said as she looked down at Annie, whose face was covered with the after effects of her orgasm. "Not bad at all," she repeated, understating the results of the neophyte lover's efforts.

Camille took hold of Annie's bound arms and lifted her back onto her feet, kissing her as their faces came together. She smiled as she tasted the fruits of her own orgasm on the younger woman's lips. As they continued to kiss, Camille reached down with one hand and undid the laces that held the brunette's arms together.

Annie was now free, but she made to attempt to remove the blindfold from her eyes. To do so, she thought, would be to lessen the intensity of the experience. She never imagined just how exciting relying on her other senses could be.

Camille meanwhile guided back to the center of the bed, positioning her on all fours. She left her there alone for a few seconds as she climbed off the bed. Annie tried to imagine what the auburn haired woman was doing, excitement at the thought of what was next filling her.

The speculation didn't have time to go too far. Camille climbed back on the bed and moved behind Annie, running her hand across the cheeks of her ass and down between her legs. An even broader smile filled Camille's face as her fingers reached the student's now saturated pussy. Skillfully, she slipped them inside, again quickly finding the most sensitive spots to caress.

"Ohhh yessss," Annie softly moaned, the memory of the shorter woman's touch in the parking lot still fresh in her mind.

"You like this, don't you?" Camille asked rhetorically as she increased the movement of her hand. "Well just you relax and enjoy it, because it's only going to get better."

True to her word, it did indeed get better as Camille further increased the tempo of her caress, sending soft waves of delight up and down Annie's body. As one hand played within the body stretched out before her, Camille used the other to stroke the outside as well. Back and forth it moved, leaving a trail of excitement from the cheeks of Annie's ass up to the nape of her neck, then sliding across to her hanging breasts, the nipples of which instantly reacted to its touch.

"More, more," Annie begged, a sense of wanting clearly evident in her voice.

Camille responded by withdrawing both of her hands for a long moment, an act that sent a shiver through Annie. Had she done something to displease the woman she had promised to obey?

That worry faded a heartbeat later as she again felt Camille's hands on her ass. This time they were spreading the cheeks far apart, clearing a path to the prize between them. Automatically, she moved her legs as well to give even greater access.

Her pussy exploded as she felt the first soft press of the older woman's tongue within it. Camille started at the outer walls, working her way slowly in concentric circles. By the time the darting appendage reached her clit, she was on fire.

Camille slid a finger deep inside Annie, adding its touch to the movement of her tongue. It only took the college student a minute to realize that this was what having your pussy licked was supposed to feel like. Those men who had done it before, and had actually boasted of their skill, had just been proven the basest of liars.

As the ripples of ecstasy multiplied and spread within her, Annie thought this was as close to heaven as a person could get. There was no way, she told herself, that it could get any better. Camille seemed to know more about her than she knew herself. It was as if she could look right inside of her soul and see her most secret wants and desires. If that was indeed the case, then there was one more desire there to be discovered.

Annie teetered on the edge of the abyss, sure that the wonderful woman between her legs only needed the smallest nudge to send her over. To her surprise, that push didn't come. Instead, Camille backed off once more and in a total surprise, pulled the blindfold from Annie's eyes.

"The rest of this I wanted you to see," Camille said as her willing captive blinked a few times, her eyes adjusting to the light once more.

When she could again see clearly, her eyes took in the wicked beauty of the woman who had brought her so much pleasure and opened her mind and body to delights she had previously barely imagined. Lost in the depths of her dark eyes and the strength of her smile, it took a long moment for her to look down and realize what Camille had been doing while she had been waiting with anticipation before.

"I hope you like my little toy," Camille said as she lifted the black colored double dildo with both hands, bending it into a u-shape to show how flexible it was.

Annie had never even seen a picture of such a thing, but she had heard about them. This particular example was about a foot long and even thicker than her boyfriend. The ends were shaped like the head of a cock, making it clear as to its use.

"Lay down," Camille said, the tone of her voice again making it clear that it was a command and not a request.

Annie hesitated for just a second. If there was a time for her safe word, this was definitely it, she told herself. But "peanut butter" didn't pass from her lips as she did as she was told, spreading her legs as she stretched out on the bed.

Holding the rubber toy with both hands, Camille positioned one end at the entrance of Annie's pussy. Forcefully, she pressed the head past the outer walls, finding no resistance due to her earlier efforts. Annie let out a loud gasp as the artificial manhood filed her.

A gasp of both surprise and excitement. Surprise at how much of it she had been able to take within her, and excitement at what she knew was yet to come.

Camille moved the make-believe cock in and out of the younger woman a few times, working it in even further. She then moved her body even closer until the two of them were in a scissors position, the other head of the dildo pressed against her own sugar walls.

With a skill that made it evident that she had done this before, Camille maneuvered her body until both the head and length of the toy disappeared within her. Only the barest hint of black was visible between the two women as their mounds rested against each other.

Camille began to gyrate her body, producing a pleasing oscillation that filled her and also used the connection between them to travel into Annie as well. The younger woman watched her for a few moments, then tried to copy her example. In no time at all, she had it down pat.

They quickly developed a rhythm, making the most of each repetition. Back and forth they rocked, their hands joining as they took turns thrusting in and out of each other. The springs of the old bed groaned loudly as they pushed and pulled, each movement adding to the fires that had begun to rage deep within both of them. Fires that built on the smaller blazes that still simmered from earlier play.

Every nerve in their bodies seemed to be alive with lust as they became one being, with only one desire. To reach that pinnacle beyond which lay nirvana. It was a goal that was closer than either of them realized.