The Hottest Fire Ch. 10

“Today, rather, you will learn to fully appreciate the ability of your own body to give and receive pleasure, so that in future you may be able to more fully deliver pleasure to others, be they a man or a woman, or both, or for that matter several persons simultaneously, should the occasion present itself. Come with me.” The Bitch turned to lead her out of the room. Barbara noticed Gabrielle following them as the Bitch led her down the hallway and up a flight of stairs.

The stairs themselves presented an interesting challenge to Barbara. She clenched the muscles of her asshole tight out of fear that the offending buttplug might come out as she climbed the stairs. As she dealt with this possibility she was painfully aware of the French maid’s presence behind her and the view her naked ass undoubtedly offered.

They arrived upstairs in what was obviously a bedchamber. Like the sitting room downstairs, this room’s décor was distinguished by its barren starkness. The drapery consisted of simple, white sheer curtains that filtered in solid yellow shafts of afternoon sunlight. Aside from some mirrors on the wall and a small settee off to one side, the only furniture in the room was an enormous four-poster bed. It was a bedroom, but sleeping was obviously not the primary activity intended to occur here.

The Bitch turned her back to Barbara, indicated the top of the zipper fastening at the back of her dress. “Undo me?” she said casually.

Barbara was a little astonished; she hesitated slightly, reaching up as the Bitch looked over her shoulder at her with a slightly raised eyebrow. No words were exchanged; Barbara undid the fastening at the top of the Bitch’s dress, slowly pulled the zipper down to where the small of her back curved outward to the beginning of her ass. “Thank you, my dear,” the Bitch said with a surprising tone of sweetness as she peeled off her dress, stepping out of it and handing it over to Gabrielle to put away.

Now the Bitch stood her before, very close, wearing only her underwear; a black lace bra and panties, stockings and heels. Her elegant coiffure and the pearls about her neck added a classic touch of grace and style that Barbara found quite alluring. Indeed, she was quite amazed at the older woman’s incredible beauty. She obviously practiced some kind of punishing physical routine; it seemed quite impossible to ascertain her age. Barbara was embarrassed to detect a warmth stirring within her pussy; she found that in her current state of undress it excited her to stand so close to such a beautiful creature! She blushed deeply when the Bitch place a hand on her breast; she felt her pussy moistening. She was getting turned on; worse, she couldn’t control it.

“Your files indicate a limited experimentation with Lesbianism,” the Bitch said quietly. “Have you found making love with another woman pleasant, agreeable?”

“Uh, I’m not sure, ma’am,” Barbara replied.

“Not sure?” the Bitch raised an eyebrow.

“I, uh,” Barbara stuttered, not knowing exactly how to properly express herself on this difficult subject. “my girlfriend and I, we only just, well, we didn’t really goall the way.” Then Barbara flushed a deep red, knowing that what she wished to say was that yes, she had kissed a woman before, had been naked in bed with another woman. That is to say, she and her girlfriend had done some mutualexploring of each other’s body’s. She had felt her girlfriend’s hands on her naked body, had achieved orgasm at her girlfriend’s hand; but she did not know how to say that she had never received oral sex from a woman, nor had she herself ever gone down on another woman, had not gone so far as to actuallylick another woman’s pussy.

“I hope this afternoon’s session leaves you more fully experienced, more skilled and knowledgeable in the ways that women may, shall we say, ‘appreciate’ each other,” the Bitch said quietly as she put a hand behind Barbara’s head, drew her to her and kissed her fully on the lips.

The kiss was like no other Barbara had ever experienced; so soft, so natural. The Bitch’s hands went to her hips, cupped her bare ass and pulled her close. Barbara found the sensation of another woman’s body pressing against her quite thrilling; breasts to breasts, belly to belly, the other woman’s thighs rubbing against hers. The slight roughness of the Bitch’sMon du Venus encased in lacy silk felt positively arousing against Barbara’s neatly trimmed and shaven mound. It did not seem at all unnatural when she detected the Bitch’s tongue gently probing her lips; Barbara parted her lips and found herself willingly sucking on the Bitch’s tongue as she would a man’s.

The Bitch broke the kiss, gently pushed Barbara back a short distance to sit on the bed. Barbara’s eyes were level to the Bitch’s full cleavage. The Bitch trailed her fingers about Barbara’s neck and shoulders, pushed Barbara’s plaited braids behind her shoulders, then reached behind her own back and unfastened her bra. Barbara marvelled at the Bitch’s breasts; a fine pair, full and round with barely a hint of sag. The Bitch ran her hands up her sides, pursed her lips as she cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples in a gesture of pure lust.

Barbara ran the palms of her hands up the Bitch’s thighs, across her hips, her waist, to cup and feel the other woman’s full breasts. She closed her eyes, parted her lips; it was the most natural thing in the world for her to place her mouth upon first one nipple, then the other. She found it enjoyable to kiss and suck. She pinched the Bitch’s nipples with her fingers as she nibbled and licked, bringing them to hardness. The Bitch’s hands rested gently about Barbara’s neck and shoulders. She tossed her head back and gently sighed; a signal to Barbara that so far she was doing well in her training to deliver pleasure.

The Bitch’s nipples were now hard and pointy in Barbara’s mouth. As she sucked upon them it occurred to Barbara that it was like sucking on little penises, and then the random thought crossed her mind that just that very morning her mouth had been full of cock, that she had swallowed mouthfuls of Jonathon’s milky white sperm. This memory pleased her. With eyes closed Barbara sucked harder, squeezed the Bitch’s tits tighter as she went back and forth and tried to fill her mouth with the other woman’s nipples.

Barbara became aware of a presence on the bed behind her; Gabrielle had moved onto the mattress, placing herself to sit behind Barbara with her legs wide open, her thighs on either side of Barbara’s ass. Gabrielle pressed her body against Barbara’s from behind; Barbara could detect that Gabrielle had removed her frilly white apron, was now wearing just the fishnet body stocking material and nothing else. Barbara enjoyed the feel of Gabrielle’s body behind her, enjoyed it as Gabrielle’s hands moved up her front to cup and feel her tits, to pinch her nipples through the flimsy, sheer material of her brassiere.

Despite the proximity of two nearly naked women, Barbara felt somewhat exposed when Gabrielle’s delicate fingers unfastened the front of her brassiere and pulled the cups apart, exposing her breasts to the cool air of the room. Any feelings of self-consciousness were temporary, however, as Barbara thrilled to Gabrielle stroking her full, round tits, teasing her nipples to a delicious hardness as she licked and kissed her neck and shoulders from behind. She detected the young woman’s hand moving southward, down her side, across her hips and around to her ass. She gently lifted herself to allow Gabrielle to reach beneath her; Barbara experienced an incredible feeling of relief as Gabrielle removed the buttplug from her asshole and placed the offensive object aside.

Now Gabrielle was gently tugging at her, the Bitch was gently pushed her back; both women indicating for Barbara to lie back on the bed. Down to only her thigh-high stockings and still wearing her high-heels with the little ankle straps, Barbara kept her legs together as she reclined on the pillows, feeling almost as if her body was on display. Both women joined her, Gabrielle in her fishnet catsuit to her left, the Bitch in her panties and hose to her right.

Barbara closed her eyes as the two women’s hands wandered at will over her naked body. Her tits were stroked, her nipples pulled at and pinched, a hand softly petted the trimmed-tight blonde stubble of her neatlycoiffeur’d pussy . Barbara parted her legs to allow herself to be stroked between the legs. The feeling was absolutely delightful! She threw her head to the right, felt a woman’s lips press to hers. It was the Bitch; she parted her lips to accept the Bitch’s tongue in her mouth. As they kissed Barbara detected Gabrielle’s fingertips dancing over her bald pussy, gently teasing, coaxing her slit. At the same time Gabrielle’s lips traced a trail of kisses that started at Barbara’s neck and shoulders, down to her breasts, across her nipples where the young woman’s lips, teeth and tongue nibbled, sucked, and licked. Her lips were so soft, so much softer than those of a man.

Barbara sighed as Gabrielle continued southward to tantalize, tickle and tease; her tongue momentarily delved into Barbara’s bellybutton. Barbara felt the Bitch’s hands on her breasts, holding and squeezing them. The Bitch broke their kiss, moved down to nibble and suck at her nipples. Barbara sighed, finding the sensation of two women feasting upon her body quite lovely and agreeable. They were so soft! Barbara now dwelled in a state of sheer ecstasy. Her pussy was hot, almost smouldering beneath Gabrielle’s dancing fingers; she was very wet. Gabrielle’s fingers gently described little circles about her clitoris. Barbara opened her eyes and strained to look down; she wished to behold these two beautiful women as they made love to her body.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!” A moan involuntarily escaped Barbara’s lips as she watched the younger woman’s lips travelled across her mound and move ever southward, arriving at last to kiss and suck her budding, wet clit. “Oh yes! Yes! YESSSSSSSSS!” she hissed as she experienced for the first time a woman’s soft lips on her pussy, a woman’s smooth face against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

The Bitch now moved downward to join Gabrielle at the juncture of Barbara’s thighs. Barbara spread her legs wide, drawing her feet up and reaching down to grasp her ankles, ensuring that her high heels would not catch upon the bedclothes as she thoroughly enjoyed the two women’s tongues dancing in tandem across her pussylips, her clitoris.

Lying on her back in a state of absolute bliss, it pleased Barbara to watch as another woman kissed and licked her hot, wet pussy; she idly wondered what the pleasures the next phase of the operation would entail. Then Gabrielle sat up and began fumbling about the little nightstand to her side of the bed. A metallic click and a fairly loud buzzing noise informed Barbara that one of the vibrators, previously located on the French maid’s tray, was now being introduced into the equation.

Kneeling to one side, the fishnet-clad Gabrielle held the larger of the two vibrators. In her sheer, body-hugging catsuit she looked positively wanton; the plastic phallus she brandished looked enormous in her little hands. The Bitch moved aside to allow Gabrielle to apply the pulsating dildo to Barbara’s pussy.

“OOOHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!” Barbara moaned as Gabrielle introduced the throbbing head of the vibrator to her sensitive, swollen clitoris. The heat in her pussy intensified; she felt the muscles in her pussy twitching involuntarily as she wished for Gabrielle to fuck her with the thing. But the young girl did not; she preferred to tease and torment Barbara instead, buzzing the thing mercilessly against her clit and rubbing it’s length against Barbara’s wet slit.

Barbara wanted to be fucked, needed to be fucked; but it seemed to be the intent of the two women to deny her, to intensify Barbara’s pleasure by delaying her sexual satisfaction indefinitely. Now the Bitch was pushing her side, telling her, “roll over, darling, there’s a dear.” Then, reverting to a plainer manner of expression, she added, “get on your knees and put your ass in the air.”

Barbara did as ordered, turned over to lay face down on the pillows. She drew her knees up and once more reached down to grasp her high heels, leaving her bare ass up in the air. For the second time that day she had her asscheeks apart and was fully exposed. But now Barbara was in a highly sexual state; far from feeling humiliated, she willingly spread herself wide-open, seeking gratification.

She was not long in waiting. The first thing she felt was Gabrielle’s soft face pressing against her crotch from behind. The young woman’s lips found her pussy; her tongue delved deep within Barbara’s wet folds. The feeling was heavenly as Gabrielle’s velvety tongue penetrated almost as deep as a penis would. Barbara sighed as Gabrielle skilfully used her tongue to fuck her pussy; in and out, in and out. Then the younger woman withdrew her tongue and replaced it with the vibrator. The device’s incessant buzz muffled to a drone as it was buried deep into Barbara’s wet pussy. Barbara had never experienced such intense sensations as were now being delivered straight into the depths of her lovebox.

“Yes! Yes! YESSS!!!” she cried, gripping the pillows tight against her breasts. “Fuck me! FUCK ME!” she whimpered as the thing relentlessly plunged into her from behind.

Next Barbara felt another hand move up the back of her thighs to replace Gabrielle’s on the vibrator. It was the Bitch taking over the pulsating dildo. While the Bitch gently thrust the plastic penis in and out of Barbara’s sopping wet pussy, Barbara detected Gabrielle kissing the wet flesh around her pussy, the back of her ass. Despite the intensity of joy that her pussy was enduring, Barbara could unmistakably perceive Gabrielle’s hands on either side of her ass, Gabrielle’s tongue working it’s way further back until she felt the young woman’s face on her asscheeks, her tongue delving into her backdoor. There was no mistaking it! Gabrielle was delivering little butterfly licks to her asshole! Barbara found that she liked it. For the second time that day, Barbara was grateful that Jonathon had paid extra attention to cleaning her ass completely in their morning shower together.

Barbara’s head was down into the pillow, her eyes closed, a feline smile wide upon her lips while behind her the two women worked upon her pussy and herderriere. Then Barbara sensed Gabrielle pull away, and she could not help but become aware of something cold, hard and round replacing the young woman’s hot, wet, velvety tongue around her anal sphincter. Barbara was surprised that she noticed only a minor discomfort as the cylindrical thing was inserted. There was a metallic click and the thing began buzzing incessantly; any discomfort Barbara had experienced was immediately overcome by the fantastic sensation of being penetrated in both holes at the same time by two vibrating dildos.

It was the ultimate fuck. Barbara felt she was full of cock; she felt like a wine bottle, tightly stoppered. She was riding a long, smooth banister down an endless winding staircase, every inch of it infinite pleasure sliding between her legs. Every pleasure node in her being was abuzz; the feelings were quite overwhelming. She felt for sure that her head would explode.

The muscles of her pussy were twitching about the vibrator, gripping and releasing it in a series of spasms. Separated by only the thinnest wall of tissue from her pussy, the incessant buzzing of the smaller vibrator up her asshole complimented and magnified her pleasure. Barbara held her asscheeks in both hands and lunged into the pillows as if in response to a man thrusting into her from behind. She reverted to a primal state of being; nothing existed save the two buzzing phalluses embedded in her pussy and her ass, and the absolute pleasure they delivered to her brain. She lived only for cock, for cock, and to be fucked long and hard.

Barbara lost track of how many overwhelming orgasms swept over her. Finally she could take no more. “Please,” she whimpered, “enough! Enough! I’m satisfied!” In a moment of panic the fleeting thought that they would not remove the relentlessly buzzing devices crossed her mind, but then she felt Gabrielle’s little hands fluttering about the backs of her thighs as the maid reached up to remove the vibrators and click them off. Gabrielle first removed the one in her asshole; it came out with a slight pop not like a cork from a bottle of wine, then she relieved Barbara of the larger dildo buried in her pussy.

Barbara collapsed onto the mattress, her body a quivering wreck. “Oh! Oh!” she said in a quiet voice, her eyes closed, her face pressed against her tear-stained pillow. She could sense more than feel Gabrielle and the Bitch stroking her, their hands soft caresses like the lightest flutter of a bird’s wings upon her tender ass.

“That was your welcome to the world of ‘D-P’,” the Bitch said at last.

“D-P?” Barbara asked?

“Dual penetration,” the Bitch explained.

“Thank you . . . thank you . . . ” she sighed. It was all she could manage to say. Everything felt all so beautiful. Her pussy and ass seemed to buzz and hum for quite a long time afterward.

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Ludlow’s work continued in Barbara’s absence. He went about his duties, attended classes, maintaining the pretence of a diligent graduate student. His collection activities also continued, of course. An emerging picture of the terrorist support group that was active at University College began to take form. With support from The Organization, Ludlow was able to positively identify at least fifteen suspected operatives. On the surface they seemed harmless enough; simply a group of overseas exchange students that participated in the usual politically-oriented demonstrations that are common on university campuses worldwide. They distributed leaflets and plastered politically-oriented posters on available wall space about campus.

There were political meetings where they publicized their cause, playing upon the sympathies of their target audience. Those Western students naïve enough to take the bait were befriended, taken aside, and exposed to more radical propaganda and indoctrination; the usual tripe about Western imperialism oppressing the Third World, and evil capitalist multi-national corporations exploiting the downtrodden, etcetera, etcetera. This was their recruiting effort, as significant to their sick cause as any single act of terrorist violence. Such campus recruitment by the communists during the thirties had successfully placed ‘moles’ deep within the infrastructure of the British secret services. These moles had eventually borne fruit for the Soviets, as verified by the spy scandals of the fifties, sixties and seventies.

There were also more insidious activities; the distribution of funds, false passports and other documentation to active terrorists, also providing safe-houses, transportation, and medical aid in direct support of terror operations, the traditional duties and responsibilities of an underground support network. And in Ludlow’s personality files the same name kept cropping up, associated with it all: Layla.

All of Ludlow’s suspected operatives eventually had some connection with the Lebanese Lesbian. Layla attended their meetings, was seen on the periphery of their staged demonstrations. While she didn’t seem to play an active role in their recruitment efforts, through her position on the University faculty Layla was instrumental in helping the suspected operatives maintain their status as legitimate exchange students.