Date: Thu, 08 Jul 2004 21:02:00 +0000 From: Nicola Atkins Subject: Janet Part Two This is the continuation of the saga of Janet. The same disclaimer applies. This story is the property of the author and can only be down loaded for your own personal pleasure or for you to pass on to a friend. For those of you who are on this part of the Nifty site because you like your stories to refer to lesbian activity, do not be alarmed! The first part of this chapter merely explains how Janet came to be in the position that she was in Chapter 1 -- and Jemma will get her orgasm if you are patient enough to read the whole story, but, like Jemma, you will have to wait until I am ready!! As usual, observations are appreciated -- I am keen to make sure that the story really does touch the right places, just as Janet is!! I can be contacted at jonathanorange@hotmail.com -- the email address at the top of the story is that of a good friend of mine who posts my stories on the Nifty site -- thanks, sexy! Janet -- Chapter 2 Janet would not have called herself bi-sexual, let alone lesbian. Nor would she have considered herself kinky. Oh, she had had a very active and fulfilling sexual life, but only ever with her current partner, and only ever fairly `normal' sexual activity, whatever that might be. She had lost her virginity at 14 years of age, with a rather handsome Sixth Former that all the girls were lusting after. And it had not been the sort of experience that is often a young girl's first experience - an undignified scramble behind the bike shed, with knickers round the ankles and the feel of damp grass on her arse. No, John had obviously had some experience, and he knew how to make it pretty good for first timers. He had taken her home to his house when his parents were out, and he had made love to her quite tenderly. And, better still, she had not just been a trophy for him to chalk up -- one fuck and discarded; he had gone out with her for some months and the sex had been quite good (although of course she had nothing to compare it with. But on reflection she later thought it had been quite good!) After that, she had a reasonable number of partners, most of them fairly stable relationships while they lasted. She was most definitely not an easy lay. And then Peter had come along! She had really loved Peter and it is true that he did broaden her sexual horizons quite considerably. He had introduced her to a far greater variety of positions which had surprised and excited her; it was he who had shown her what oral sex should really be like for her, and he had given her orgasms the like of which she had not experienced before; and he had introduced her to giving him oral sex -- a concept that previously she would not have contemplated. But in all their time together, he had never once suggested a third (or fourth) person of either sex joining their sexual activity, and it would never have occurred to her. Nor did he suggest any games that were not strictly straight sex, and, again, her innocence meant that she did not even realise that such activities existed. So when he announced that he was leaving her after ten years of marriage in order to take up with his secretary, she was completely devastated. She was suddenly very alone, with a seven year old daughter to bring up. Oh, yes, he had left her comfortably provided for, but she was just not used to being on her own. They had married when she was twenty, and she had had little Jemma three years later. Now, here she was at thirty years of age very much alone. For three years she had no sex at all! She was far too devastated to entertain the idea of another partner, and self-satisfaction was just not something that had ever really occurred to her -- she had a somewhat blinkered and rather naive view of sex -- it was something you did with a man! It was a late night documentary that had changed her life. She didn't usually stay up late watching television, and certainly never sought out that kind of programme. But on this occasion she had drunk most of a bottle of wine as it was the anniversary of the day Peter had left her; she was flicking through the channels and she came a cross a programme in which a group of women were discussing masturbation. It was the sight of a range of vibrators that had first caught her attention. She had watched in fascination as this group of women discussed how they pleasured themselves, and which of the various sex aids they preferred, and how they used them. The descriptions were extremely graphic, and Janet felt her pussy getting wet. Almost unconsciously her hand slipped down to the crotch of her jeans and she began to rub herself. It felt so good! As the women on the TV continued to talk about the different ways in which they pleasured themselves, Janet unzipped her jeans and pulled them down. She was surprised to find that her panties were soaking! With her eyes fixed on the television, she began to rub her hand over the wet material, and suddenly she felt her pussy come alive. Memories of the orgasms she used to have came flooding back to her, and she remembered how good it had felt. Her hands found their way inside the panties, and she felt herself opening her pussy and thrusting first one then two fingers inside herself. In no time at all, she came with a shudder, and she sat there, shaking with the power of her orgasm, her drink-befuddled brain unable to take in what she had done. The programme finished, and Janet went upstairs to bed. As she washed herself, she ran the flannel between her legs -- it was a very sticky area now and needed a thorough wash. But as the warm flannel brushed against her now-sensitive pubic area, she felt again the desire that had overcome her downstairs. She began to explore herself again, noting how the coarse flannel rubbed against her clitoris, which was now very prominent. She quickly dried herself and hurried into her bedroom. She laid herself on the bed, spread her legs wide and began nervously the first thorough examination of herself that she could ever remember. That night she came three times as she grew in confidence. The first tentative entries inside herself gradually developed into urgent thrusting with three and then four fingers; she pinched her hard nipples and revelled in the erotic feelings that this sent surging through her body. And she discovered the sensitivity of her clit and the power of the orgasms that she gave herself. Each time she came, she cried out with pleasure, and she suddenly felt very conscious of her daughter, sleeping in the room down the corridor. She covered her face with a pillow as the last, shattering orgasm ripped through her body. She slept very soundly that night! And that night changed her life! From then on she would play with herself most nights. She realised just how much she had missed sex; and she discovered just how sensitive her pussy could be, and how to draw out the pleasure she gave herself until, unable to put up with the self-inflicted denial any longer, she would bring herself off to a shattering climax. On a shopping trip to London she even wandered into the red light district around Wardour Street. Plucking up courage she plunged into a shop that warned people of the contents inside. She blushed deeply as she hurriedly selected the first vibrator she could see, paid for it and rushed out again. All the way home on the train she was torn between two emotions. On the one hand, she felt convinced that every other passenger in her carriage was aware of what she was clutching in her bag, and she blushed with embarrassment. On the other, she was dying to take it out and examine it and imagine herself using it for the first time. Alighting at her station she hurried to her car and drove home as fast as she could. Her frustration was almost visible as she realized that Jemma, now eleven years old, had come home from her friend's house at exactly the time she had expected her mother to return. Janet realised that she would have to wait for several more hours before she could try her new toy. Even when Jemma had been bathed and packed off to bed, Janet did not dare use it. She had unwrapped it downstairs in the kitchen, and had switched it on; the loudness of the buzzing it made alarmed her and she hurriedly turned it off again, convinced that little Jemma would hear. Eventually, much later that night, and after more than a half of a bottle of wine, she retreated to her room and examined her new toy. It was about eight inches long, and the end was curved slightly. Its sleek, black body felt cool to Janet's touch, and she shivered in anticipation as she slid her dressing gown off and lay down on the bed. She fondled it in her hands, stroking it and savouring the moment when she would first use it. All evening as she waited in eager anticipation she had thought about this moment. Her pussy had got wet, and her panties had stuck to her. She thought fondly that this seemed to be how she remembered waiting for Peter to return home, knowing that they would finish up making love. Now she felt almost shy, like the first time she had been naked with a new lover. She ran it over her thighs and up to her pussy, already streaming moisture. She pushed it gently at the entrance, and rolled it around. God, it felt good! But she was not prepared for the feeling that she experienced when she finally switched it on! As it touched her clit she gasped loudly and came almost at once -- a very powerful orgasm that had her shaking with emotion. Indeed, so powerful was the feeling, added to the tension of the day as she had built up to this moment, that she could not even consider doing anything other than rolling over and drifting off to sleep. Once this first, inexperienced attempt was over, Janet grew in confidence in using her toy. She learnt how to hold back her orgasm whilst heightening the anticipation of it; she discovered again how nice it was to have a thick object reaming the depth of her cunt; and she learnt how to apply it to her clit so that the orgasm she longed for was brought more slowly to the surface, thus increasing its intensity and duration. It was after about a year of thus exciting herself that Janet recognised that she really needed to experience sex again. Pleasant though the self-induced orgasms had become, she could remember that sex was more powerful than this. But she still felt terribly betrayed by Roger and didn't really feel that she wanted to embark on another relationship. Yet she was not a cheap pick-up either. It was a dilemma. The voice that answered the telephone sounded very cultured. "Stephen Woodward speaking. How can I help you?" Janet nervously explained her situation, was reassured that her needs could be met, and an appointment made for the following afternoon. Janet was on tenterhooks all day! She wanted to phone and cancel, yet she do not want to; she hoped that Jemma would be sick and have to return from school, but she knew that she would be distraught if that happened. And then the doorbell rang! Stephen was quite tall -- a shade over six feet, and his suntanned face spoke of many trips to warmer climes than the UK. He looked incredibly fit and his jet black hair and clean cut jaw made him most attractive. Janet showed him into the front room, and was about to tell him that she thought this might be a mistake when he produced a bottle of red wine. "I know you will be nervous," he said reassuringly, "so why don't you open this and pour us both a glass, and then we can discuss things in a more relaxed fashioned?" And he smiled a smile that would have melted even the hardest of hearts. Half an hour later Janet was leading him upstairs to the bedroom feeling a little woozy, but excited as a young girl on her first date. "Right, purred Stephen, spreading out an enormous soft towel in the middle of the bed, "I'm going into the bathroom to get ready. When I return I would like to find you lying on your stomach on the towel -- without your clothes on, of course." He smiled that amazing smile again and disappeared. Even though he was now not in the room, Janet felt acutely shy as she took off all her clothes, folded them neatly and the lay down as directed. She heard him return, and heard him arranging some things on the bedside table, but she kept her eyes tightly shut. She smelled the aroma of oils being warmed over a candle, and she shivered in anticipation. She nearly jumped off the bed when she felt his touch! Those same warm oils were poured over her back, and he began to massage her. His strong fingers kneaded the muscles of her neck and shoulders, and she felt the power of his hands as he gave an expert massage, working his way down her back, but taking time to give her a thorough massage. But it was also a massage that they both knew was going to lead to further pleasures. A genuine massage it most certainly was, but, as his hands worked their way down her body, it was also an erotic one. As he reached her buttocks he continued to massage them with strong, firm strokes, but his fingers also strayed just a little into the crack of her bottom, or slipped fleetingly between her legs, which began to part for him as she secretly wanted further exploration. But he just continued with the massage, now concentrating on her thighs, now back to her bottom, but at every opportunity delving in between her ever widening legs to brush tantalisingly against her pussy. On down her legs he went, leaving her silently wishing that his hands had stayed at the top of her legs. Yet the massage did feel wonderfully relaxing, the warm oils soaking into her flesh, and his gentle hands finding the right spots to knead and relax. Then he was at her feet, rolling one foot after the other in his strong hands and making her shudder with suppressed passion. "Turn over, please," he quietly commanded her, and, like a shy virgin, she demurely rolled over, wanting to cover herself, yet knowing that that would be silly. She looked up at him, and shuddered -- his body was strong and muscled, and he was naked apart from a posing pouch, and she could see that it was well filled although he showed no signs of arousal. With long, sweeping strokes he worked his way up first one leg, then the other, and as he neared the prize she began to whimper ever so slightly, both in anticipation at what she knew would happen eventually, and with the last vestiges of her self-doubt about what she was doing. Suddenly he switched his attention to her upper body, gently stroking all over her quivering flesh and then settling on her tits. She had only had the one child, and she had kept herself fit, so her 36 C tits were able to stand proudly to meet his hands, and he explored them in detail. At last he began again to work his way down her stomach until at last he reached her cunt. She gasped loudly as his fingers finally touched her most sensitive of spots. He certainly knew his stuff! The whole massage had lasted about an hour and her body felt incredibly relaxed as his fingers finally entered her sopping hole. There he used what was obviously a well-practised technique to bring her ever so slowly towards her orgasm. When it arrived she screamed with pleasure, her body wracked with sobs of relief -- at last, after four years, she had experienced an intense orgasm given to her by another person. Over the next year, visits from Stephen became a weekly occurrence. After the first few visits, she had begged him to enter her, and watched, fascinated, as he unhooked his pouch. His half-hard cock immediately hardened and she had been thrilled by the size of his cock; despite the wetness of her excited cunt, he filled her slowly, and she felt herself stretched more than she could ever recall being before. His skill was evident and he fucked her deeply, with slow, strong movements and when she felt his cock swell up she clung to him and cried out as she experienced once again that special type of orgasm that a woman has when a man comes inside her. Her introduction to bondage had come about quite by accident. On one of Stephen's visits she had made some rather cheeky comment, she really couldn't remember now what it had been, and he had deftly spun her round over his knee and begun to spank her. It was not a hard spanking, but to her amazement Janet had felt incredibly turned on. Stephen clearly noticed this, and the additional wetness that was seeping from her was clearly visible as her legs parted for him. "You liked that, didn't you?" he had chuckled, and when she demurely agreed that, to her surprise, she had, he continued, "Well, why don't you visit my apartment, and I can show how that should really be done. And so she had, and had been introduced to bondage and spanking of a mild, but serious nature, and had discovered to her own horror that she found it intensely erotic. Even more significantly, it had been at Stephen's apartment that she had met Mistress Lucy, an event that changed her whole life more fundamentally than anything else. Her visits had always been on a Thursday afternoon, about two o'clock. This allowed them about an hour and a half before she had to return home in time for Jemma's arrival from school. On this occasion, however, he had asked her to be early -- twelve o'clock, he had said. She was mildly surprised, as they had such a set routine now, but she assumed that he had another appointment. As usual now, he had her tied up; on this occasion she was bent over a gymnastics buck, her wrists fastened to one set of legs, and her ankles to the other. She was waiting for her customary spanking, a happening that she now relished and which heightened the orgasm that eventually she knew Stephen would give her. As he often did, he had left her alone for a while, "to contemplate her fate" as he used to say. When he returned, she was startled to see that he was accompanied by a tall, blonde woman, dressed in a black basque, stockings and high heel boots. She struggled and shouted; "No, Stephen! No! Don't bring anyone else in to see me!" "My dear," he replied with a smile,"you clearly have no real idea of the meaning of bondage. When you are tied up, you are mine, mine to do with as I wish. I have noticed that, although you love the feel of my cock stretching your cunt wide, you still have a reservation about being fucked. I know a woman's feelings very well, and I know that, deep down, you are still not entirely happy about giving yourself again to a man. And I have a very good friend in Mistress Lucy who specialises in women slaves -- she has little time for men, much preferring her own sex. And especially for someone new who has never experienced the touch of a woman. I shall enjoy watching her train you and introduced you to female sex. And she likes to take her time, which is why I insisted that you arrived a lot earlier than you normally do for our sessions." "No!" Janet screamed, struggling vainly against her bonds, "I forbid it!" Stephen just laughed, and pulled up a stool in front of Janet. At the same time, Janet felt a stinging blow on her bottom as Mistress Lucy laid the flat of her hand firmly on the rounded cheeks that were offered up to her. Janet squealed in pain and humiliation as this newcomer to her life proceeded to spank her quite severely, although she noticed that it still made her feel very sexy. When Mistress Lucy had finished with her spanking, she began to run her fingers over Janet's back, sending shudders through her body. Yet still she felt this was wrong, and she cried out: "No! Please! No!" But the woman merely replied: "Hush, now! You can do nothing to prevent what I am about to do to you, and, believe me, once you have experienced my technique, you will beg me to do it to you again and again." So saying, she transferred her hands to Janet's thighs, and began what was to be the most frustrating, and yet thrilling, afternoon of her life. Mistress Lucy brought her to the edge of orgasm time and again, leaving her weeping in frustration. She seemed to bring her so much closer than any man, including Stephen, had ever done before. And when she finally allowed her an orgasm, it was like nothing she had felt before! Every nerve in her body, every sensory feeling she had, every part of her being was centred on her pussy and her clitoris. It burned and it tingled and it felt like a thousand electric sparks were exploding inside her, and screamed as wave after wave of the most powerful orgasm washed over. Nor did it end there! Before she had even begun to come down from her shattering orgasm, Mistress Lucy was burying her tongue deep inside Janet's cunt and immediately she felt another equally shattering orgasm flood through her body. "Oh! God!" she cried,"I'm coming again! Oh! God! I'm going to come so hard! Oh! God! Don't stop! It feels so wonderful!" And Mistress Lucy did not stop! She licked Janet to an orgasm, then stood up and Janet suddenly felt her cunt invaded as Mistress Lucy slowly began to fuck her. Janet tried to look round, but was too securely tied, but she felt the massive dildo stretching her pussy wider and wider. Cunt juices were streaming from her and running down her thighs; she was so wet that the dildo, big as it was, slipped in easily. Mistress Lucy then fucked her with as much skill as Stephen, or any of her previous lovers, had ever done. She arched her back to meet the invading cock and mewled and sobbed and pleaded and wept as yet another earth-shattering orgasm swept over her. At last Mistress Lucy withdrew the artificial cock and lightly kissed Janet's neck, soaked as it was in sweat. Janet's head hung limply over the buck. Stephen applauded. "That was magnificent!" he cried. "She certainly knows her stuff, doesn't she, my dear?" Janet was too exhausted to reply, and, as her bonds were released, she had to be helped to the couch, where Mistress Lucy tenderly stroked her and smothered her in kisses. >From that moment, Janet was Mistress Lucy's! Her sessions with Stephen gave way to regular sessions with this new found instructress, and over the next twelve months she learnt more about bondage and her own limits of punishment, but more importantly she learnt how to make love to and with a woman, and it became the ruling passion of her life. And so her she was. Mistress Lucy approached her and removed the leather briefs that had driven her wild for the last half an hour. She withdrew the two electrodes from her holes and let her arms down from the bar above her head. "Come, my dear," she whispered quietly, "I think your daughter needs you!" Janet gazed across the room to where her daughter was stretched out on the couch. Janet's eyes went straight to Jemma's pussy, soaking wet and twitching with pent up frustration. "Please, Momma! Please! Let me come! I need so badly to come, Momma, please!!!" Janet approached the couch and bent her head towards the young girl's cunt. God! She smelt beautiful!