0 comments/ 51383 views/ 2 favorites Kim Comes Calling By: Jonesmeister "Joanna? Hi! This is Kim—you know, Jake’s friend?" She almost dropped the phone. "Oh, shit," she thought. "She knows where I live. I am so screwed." Jake had taken her twice to visit Kim, and they were wild sexual experiences, both times. Joanna had been led to believe that Kim was a contemptible, heartless bitch and both she and Jake had been mean to her, humiliating her and even slapping her a few times. Jake had made Kim taste Joanna’s cunt, asshole, armpits, and even her piss. Joanna had gone along with it, at first to please Jake and later because she found that controlling the bitch and making her do disgusting things was fun. [See "Doing Kim" and "Kim Again" for details] That had been a big mistake, when she found out that Kim had planned the whole thing, both visits, and had secretly videotaped everything. Jake had explained that Kim could use the videotapes to destroy her. Spread nude pictures of her all over the Internet, make her lose her job, alienate her from her family, even get her in trouble with the police. "Kim owns you, now." That’s the way Jake had put it. She didn’t know what kind of tapes Kim had of Jake, but he was practically her slave. He told Joanna to pray that she would never hear from Kim, but if she did, she damn well better to whatever Kim wanted her to. Here it was, only a few days after their second visit, and already Kim had her phone number. "Kim? How…how did you know my number?" "Listen, I’m sorry about the other night. I said some things that I shouldn’t have, and I want to make it up to you. Would you let me take you out to dinner? You don’t have to if you don’t want to." Joanna immediately thought of Jake's admonition to do whatever Kim wanted her to do. "Well, okay." "Great. Is tonight okay? I’ll pick you up at six o’clock. Wear something nice. Thanks a lot, Joanna. See you at six." Joanna found herself listening to the dial tone. She realized that she didn’t know Kim at all. Everything she thought she had known about her had been wrong. She had enjoyed it when Jake made the woman lick her all over, she had to admit, but she hadn’t thought about it as being a lesbian act. Kim had been forced to do things which disgusted her, or so it appeared at the time. Aside from a mild curiosity about it, Joanna had never been interested in sex with other women, and the experience with Kim hadn’t changed that. She liked men. She decided to try and not think about it too much. Kim was an intelligent and powerful woman who had her by the short hairs, and that’s all there was to it. She was going to have to go along with whatever Kim had planned for her. Kim hadn’t even asked where to pick her up, which meant she knew her address, too. Not good. If Kim was a cruel or sadistic woman, Joanna knew she’d find herself deep in the hurt locker in no time at all. The restaurant was one of the best in the city. As they sat across from each other over the small table and drank wine, Joanna couldn’t help but marvel at how different Kim looked from the way she had looked at her apartment. She was apparently wearing contacts, as the glasses were gone. Some make-up minimized the freckles that otherwise spotted her face, and her hair was fixed up. She was much prettier now than she had seemed before. Stunning, was the word that came to Joanna’s mind. Kim was thin, and didn’t remotely have the voluptuous body that Joanna had. But Joanna didn’t think anyone would use the word "stunning" in describing her, though she’d been told she was pretty. Kim could stop traffic, in that little slip of an evening dress. Although Joanna had been anxious about this meeting because of the power Kim held over her, Kim was so bright and friendly that there seemed nothing threatening in their conversations, and Joanna felt at ease with her almost at once. She found herself liking the other woman, in spite of herself. Kim seemed to be genuinely sorry that she had insulted Joanna on the last visit to the apartment. "So you mean," Joanna said, "that you really don’t think my pussy smells like ‘a dead muskrat that’s been laying out in the sun too long’?" Kim burst out laughing, and then said "No, not at all." Joanna said "Oh good. So I don’t need to have it sewn shut as a favor to society, then?" They both laughed. Kim apologized over and over for the angry remarks she had made. Joanna kept in mind that the Kim she was seeing now was funny and confident and a completely different person from the rude and simpering bitch she had been during the two visits to her apartment. She wondered if she was seeing the real Kim now. The thought that nagged at her through dinner was that since Kim was a lesbian, she might want to have sex with her. If she did, Joanna knew she would have to try to go along with it. She wasn’t repulsed by the idea entirely, because in truth she had secretly fantasized a number of times about what it might be like to make love to another woman, though she had never been nearly curious enough to actually find out. That was only part of what worried her. Kim seemed to exert a control over Jake that left him little more than a puppet in her hands. A slave, for all practical purposes. That, Joanna had decided, she would not become. She had strength beyond what Kim understood, and there were things she simply would not do. She could not be forced to degrade herself. She wouldn’t stand for it. She’d go part way, she decided. Maybe she’d let Kim lick her pussy if she wanted to, because she’d been sort of curious about that anyway. But that’s where she’d draw the line. She was bigger and stronger than Kim and could not be forced to do anything. Under no circumstances would she be yanked around on a leash, as Jake obviously was. Fuck that. Let her fuck over my life if she’s going to, she told herself. Let her kill me if she’s going to. I won’t ever be turned into a slave. After Kim paid for their dinner, she suggested that they go over to her apartment for a nightcap. Joanna agreed. "Here it comes," she thought. She had suspected that their meeting would involve more than just supper, and she was right about that. But she was completely unprepared for what awaited her at Kim’s apartment. She was startled, upon walking through Kim’s doorway, to see other women there. Six of them. Joanna’s anxiety began to build as soon as she saw them. Her feeling that she couldn’t be forced to do anything against her will quickly faded. The odds were suddenly seven to one against. As she looked at them though, she didn’t feel threatened. For one thing, they were all beautiful. Two of them looked to be no older than teenagers, one was older, maybe 50, and the other three appeared to be about Joanna’s age, mid-thirties. They were all made up, and wore short evening dresses. Kim introduced each one, and Joanna shook their hands and exchanged pleasantries. They all seemed genuinely please to meet her, but Joanna didn’t trust her impressions. She believed right away that Kim owned these women, and that they would do anything she wanted them to. "Okay, ladies," Kim said, addressing everyone, "I’m afraid I attempted to introduce Joanna to the world of better sex a while ago but I screwed up and the experience was an unpleasant one for her. We have to try to correct her first impressions." She turned to Joanna. "The first thing you need to understand is how much fun it is to kiss a woman." Without prompting, one of the women Joanna had just met, a tall brunette named Michelle, walked up to her and kissed her on the mouth. Then she reached up and took Joanna’s face in her hands and kissed her again, then turned her face to the side a bit and kissed her again—a long, hot kiss. Joanna felt the other woman’s tongue enter her mouth. She didn’t know what to do, so she did what she figured Kim wanted her to do. She closed her eyes and returned the kiss, sucking the other woman’s saliva into her mouth and pushing out her tongue, as well. After the kiss had lasted a minute or so, Michelle stepped back and another woman, the older one, took her place. She wrapped her arms around Joanna, and kissed her passionately. Joanna stood in the center of the room, as each of the six women in turn embraced and kissed her. The lips were soft, the tongues were smooth and wet, the saliva was sweet. She tried at first to pretend it was men she was kissing, but after a while it didn’t seem to matter any more. She felt herself becoming aroused. She couldn’t help it. Kim just watched, smiling. She understood the simple fact that a long, hot kiss was a sex act all by itself. When each of the six women had taken a turn with Joanna, a chair was brought from the kitchen and placed in the center of the living room. Kim asked Joanna to sit, and said, "One of the truly delightful things about women is their breasts." Michelle again approached Joanna and stood at her side. She slipped off the shoulder straps of her evening dress and then lowered the dress to her waist, exposing her breasts. Kim was behind her, and whispered in her ear. "Look at them, Joanna. Aren’t they pretty? Tell her she has lovely breasts and ask if you can touch them." When Michelle told her that yes, she could touch them, Kim instructed Joanna to hold the tits in her hands, and to lift and squeeze them. After massaging the breasts, Joanna was told to ask for permission to kiss them. As Kim instructed, she then nuzzled her face into the soft warm flesh and licked and kissed them. When Joanna had fantasized about being with another woman, this was one of the things she had been curious about. She had never touched another woman’s breasts, but had always wondered why men were so fascinated by them. She had to admit, holding Michelle’s breasts, that they were amazingly soft and warm. They felt good in the hands. Much better than it felt touching her own breasts, for some reason. Although the sensation was pleasant, she saw no reason be become obsessed with them, which reinforced her original theory that men’s problem was that most of their brains had never developed beyond infancy. After a minute or so, she was told to ask for permission suckle at the nipples. After a few minutes sucking at each breast, Michelle stepped back and the older woman, a blond named Karen, approached Joanna and stood on the other side of her chair. She lowered her dress. Her breasts were completely different from Michelle’s. They were a little flatter and hung lower, but the main difference was that Karen had enormous brown nipples and areola that covered the entire end of each breast. Joanna didn’t need to be told what to do. One by one, she looked closely at each pair of breasts, touched them and felt them, squeezed and lifted them, and kissed them. She took each nipple into her mouth and sucked on it. Each pair of breasts was different, each pair of nipples was different, but they were all soft and warm, and comfortable in her mouth. When Charlene, one of the women Joanna’s age, lowered her dress Joanna saw that she had hairy armpits, which she had never seen on a woman before. The woman actually had sparse hair around her nipples, too. Both of the young girls had small pink nipples that were unbelievably hard. Joanna found herself enjoying this bit of exploration into the world of women’s bodies, although it didn’t particularly excite her sexually. She didn’t at all feel that she was being forced to do something unpleasant against her will. She still had a line drawn in the sand, and what she had done so far didn’t come near it. It even pleased her a little to bring so much apparent pleasure to the six women, all of whom responded with sighs and moans. They held her face in their hands as she sucked on their nipples, and were clearly enjoying themselves. She could smell most of their vaginas by the time she was done, and knew they must be getting wet. After she’d done the sixth woman’s breasts, Kim was at her side again, and took her hand. She had Joanna stand up, and the chair was taken away. The six women then disrobed, taking off their dresses, shoes, and pantyhose, until each stood in just panties. They stood there, smiling at Joanna as if they were waiting for her to do something. She finally decided she was supposed to take off her dress, too. She did so, and then hesitated for a moment, and then took off her bra. She couldn’t think of a reason she should be embarrassed to expose her tits, but when she pulled her bra down and her big breasts swayed into view, she could feel her face redden. As soon as she was dressed only in her panties, Michelle approached her and stood in front of her, but a little off to the side. She smiled and raised her left hand and placed it on the side of Joanna’s waist, and just left it there. She stood motionless for a few seconds until Joanna raised her left hand and put it on the brunette’s waist. Then Michelle reached forward with her right hand and touched Joanna’s thighs. Her fingers slid upward until they reached her panties, and came to rest with the hand cupping Joanna’s cunt, through her panties. Joanna was startled to be touched so intimately, but the hand didn’t move, and after a moment she figured she was supposed to do the same thing. She reached out and put her hand on the crotch of the brunette’s panties. They were damp, and she was surprised at the heat she felt radiating from between the other woman’s legs. Michelle stood still, smiling into Joanna’s eyes as she continued to cup Joanna’s cunt through her panties. She soon began rubbing it and giving it gentle squeezes. Joanna offered no resistance. It added to her confusion that mixed in with the feeling of being humiliated was the fact that the brunette’s fingers were giving her intense pleasure. There was no aggressiveness or urgency in this simple touching. Michelle’s fingers moved over her crotch in a gentle and unhurried way, and she felt her lips swelling and her juices beginning to flow. They stood together in the center of the room, staring into each other’s eyes as they rubbed the warm wet material over each other’s cunts. After a minute or two, Michelle stepped back and Karen stepped forward. Her hand soon made its way to Joanna’s crotch and she felt over it lightly before she began to rub and squeeze it. Joanna’s hand rose and came to rest on the other woman’s hot panties. They were dripping wet. She wondered if her own panties were that wet. One by one, the six women stood in front of her and took a leisurely feel of her cunt. Their crotches all felt different to her, aside from the different feel of cotton or silk panties. Charlene’s crotch bulged from the bush that grew between her legs. The brown curly hair started at her mid-thighs, seemed to fill her panties, and then rose above them all the way to her navel. Joanna could feel no hair at all on some of the women. Their hands felt wonderful, and there was no denying it. Not only did she not resist this touching, but after the first one she found she had opened her legs a little and was thrusting her pussy forward in anticipation. The realization that she was enjoying these caresses confused her, but she didn’t try to analyze it. It was too hard to think straight. She did not orgasm, but she came very close many times. The teasing fingers seemed to know when to lighten up and move away from her clitoris before she could release, and by the time all six had done her, she was flushed and breathing hard. She felt slightly dizzy, and was fully aroused. Kim was suddenly behind her, rubbing her neck and shoulders. "Let’s sit down and take a little breather, okay?" An oversized pillow had been placed on the floor behind them, and Joanna sat down, with Kim behind her. "You don’t have to move, honey," Kim whispered. "Just sit still for a bit." Joanna felt Kim’s hands slide around her and cup her breasts, and lift and squeeze them. Kim played with her nipples, and seemed to know exactly how to touch them. She knew where to pinch them, how hard to pull on them, and how to stroke her fingers over them. Joanna’s large nipples were quickly erect and Kim’s touching did little to diminish the state of arousal the other women’s touching of her cunt had begun. Then she felt one of Kim’s hands slide down her belly and inside her panties. It moved down and came to rest gently on her pasty and swollen lips. Joanna jumped a little at this invasion of her most private place, but the woman’s fingers felt so good she didn’t protest. She was certain if Kim would just rub her clitoris a little bit, she could come. Her frustration had been mounting for some time already, and she needed to come. Without a signal, Michelle walked forward and stood in front of Joanna, very close. Her feet were planted outside Joanna’s legs, and the crotch of her panties was no more than a couple of inches from Joanna’s face. The smell was strong, but not unpleasant. "This is Michelle," Kim whispered into Joanna’s ear, "why don’t you tell her that her pussy smells wonderful, and ask if she’ll let you see it." There was something almost intoxicating about the strong aroma surrounding the brunette’s wet crotch. With some difficulty, Joanna forced herself to smile up and say "Michelle, your pussy smells wonderful. Would you let me see it? Please?" "Sure." Kim’s voice was in her ear again. "Go ahead, peel down those panties and take a good look at it. Tell her it’s beautiful and ask if you can kiss it. Go on." Joanna wondered for a moment if she should obey Kim. She hadn’t thought about having to do such a thing. She didn’t know if it crossed the line she had made for herself, but she was in such a state of arousal now that she couldn’t think straight. Kim’s hand continued to rest directly on her cunt, but didn’t move. She decided she had better just do what Kim wanted her to do, and sort out her feelings later. They would need some sorting out, too, because she was feeling something that she hadn’t expected to feel: she wanted to taste the other woman’s cunt. She didn’t want to think of herself as someone who had eaten pussy, but it smelled so good in a way. The decision was easy for her. Michelle, as it turned out, had trimmed most of her pubic hair, leaving only a tuft which began an inch or so above her clitoris. Her lips were bare, red and swollen, and covered with a thin whitish paste. Joanna looked at it for a moment and then told Michelle that her pussy was beautiful and asked for permission to kiss it. Michelle looked down at her. "You want to kiss my cunt? Are you sure?" "Yes, please," Joanna heard herself say. "Go on now, give it a kiss," Kim whispered, "Lips on lips. Then thank her. Tell her that it’s delicious and ask if you can lick it." Joanna sat on the floor, with Michelle’s cunt pressed against her mouth, for about five minutes. Kim pulled her hand from Joanna’s panties and resumed holding her nipples as she watched. She encouraged Joanna to lick the entire thing, taking the lips into her mouth and sucking on them, pushing her tongue inside as far as it would go, licking and sucking on the clitoris, and all the while swallowing the fluids that oozed from between the brunette’s thighs. Then the second woman, the older one, was in front of her. Joanna knew what she was expected to do. She smelled the woman’s crotch, complement her on its fragrance, and then ask to see it. The second pussy was unshaven, with blond hair extending down the outsides of the labia, but the pink lips were swollen and prominent, and the clitoris stood at attention, pointing at her. The vaginal fluids were thicker, almost cream-like, and had a strong taste. The third women was one of the youngsters. Joanna thought she looked very young to begin with, but she looked almost child-like when her panties were pulled down and her small vagina with peach-fuzz above it came into view. The young pussy responded intensely to being kissed and licked, though. It drooled a hot, watery liquid continuously, and squirted the salty fluid several times right into Joanna’s mouth when the girl orgasmed. She had to swallow quickly to keep up with it. Kim Comes Calling Charlene’s pubic hair was so voluminous Joanna could scarcely believe her eyes, even though she already knew there was a lot of it. She had to search with her tongue for the woman’s cunt lips. When she found them, it turned out to be the strongest tasting of the six women Joanna patiently kissed and licked. Each vagina was different. Some seemed to have almost no inner lips, and others had very prominent inner lips, swollen and floppy, hanging down between the outer lips. Two were clean shaven. All were very wet, and became much wetter as they were kissed and licked and sucked on. She had no trouble finding each clitoris, although some were almost recessed and others stood out like little cocks. She swallowed the hot cream that flowed from each cunt, as Kim had instructed. All the while, Kim was behind her, watching closely and whispering to her. She continued to play with Joanna's breasts and nipples. Several times she snaked her hand back down into Joanna’s panties and briefly felt her wetness. Joanna squirmed when she felt Kim's fingers between her legs. Part of her was ashamed that she allowed herself to be touched in that way, but part of her wanted Kim’s fingers to linger just a few more seconds, so she could come. But the fingers just felt over her wet lips, touched her clitoris for a moment, and then vanished. Joanna had never endured so much stimulation without releasing before, and her frustration mounted minute by minute. When Joanna had sucked and swallowed from all six vaginas, Kim told her to lay back down. Kim was no longer behind her, and she laid down on the large pillow and closed her eyes. When she opened them a few minutes later, the lights had been dimmed and several candles burned in the room. She could smell incense burning. "And now for the moment I’ve been waiting for," Kim said to everyone. "Joanna has never been properly licked by a woman before, and it’s time we took care of that." Joanna felt herself rising into the air, and looked about her to see that four of the women were lifting the pillow on which she reclined. One was on each corner, and the other two women were lifting her legs. She felt her panties being pulled down and off. She was then carried, as if floating through the air, toward Kim, who waited across the room, sitting on the kitchen chair. As she was moved closer to Kim, her legs were pulled wide apart and she came to rest with her open crotch just inches from Kim’s mouth. "Poor Joanna," Kim said. "You’re very horny, I know. I’m sure you want me to kiss and lick your cunt, don’t you?" Joanna had to admit she was about ready to explode from all the sexual teasing she had endured. "Well, don’t you? Tell me that you want me to lick your cunt, Joanna." Finally, Joanna gave in. "Yes, I want it. Please lick my cunt, Kim. Please lick me." Kim said nothing further, but nodded to the women, who carried Joanna the short distance forward that brought her cunt to Kim's waiting lips and flicking tongue. Joanna was overwhelmed at once by the intensity of pleasure she suddenly felt as Kim went to work on her wet and swollen cunt. All six women were watching but she paid them no mind. She moaned and her head flung itself from side to side with abandon. She was in another world and no longer even able to think. She gave in to the sensations of having her legs held firmly apart while a wet tongue and lips worked her clitoris to one orgasm after another. She later realized she had only been licked for about five minutes, but it had been by far the greatest pleasure someone’s mouth had ever given her. When she was lowered to the floor, she was exhausted. When she opened her eyes again, she was aware that some time had passed, but she didn’t know how much. Kim was beside her, stroking her cheek. Kim had apparently undressed, as she now wore only a bathrobe, and when Joanna looked around she realized that the six other women were all dressed, and appeared to be getting ready to leave. "The girls are leaving now," Kim whispered, "and I want you to give them each a goodbye kiss, okay?" Joanna nodded. "You’ve already kissed their mouths, and their tits, and their cunts, haven’t you?" Joanna nodded. "So all that’s left is a nice starfish kiss for each girl, okay?" Joanna nodded again, dumbly, not even sure what Kim was talking about. "Up on your knees, then," Kim said, helping Joanna to her knees. Michelle then walked up to Joanna and then turned around. She hiked her dress up to her waste, pulled her panties a little more than half way down her buttocks, and then leaned forward and rested her hands on her knees. Joanna looked at the buttocks now presented to her, and she knew what she was expected to do. She tried not to think about it. She reached up and spread the butt cheeks apart with her fingers, moved her face closer, and planted a kiss on the woman’s brown puckered hole. When Michelle didn’t move and Kim didn’t say anything, Joanna decided she must not have done it right, and she kissed it again, longer this time. Finally she gave it a long, hot kiss, with her lips wrapped around it and her tongue probing it wetly. Then Michelle stepped away and Karen took her place and went through the same motions. Joanna felt degraded at performing this act, but she did it without protesting. After what she had already done, it didn’t seem like an important thing. She was grateful that each anus was clean. The assholes were as different as the cunts, she noted. Some were surrounded by a circular patch of darker skin, others were just pink tiny buds. On two of them, the circular ring of the anal sphincter muscles stood out clearly. One, of course, had hair all around it. But even when she worked her tongue inside each one, there was no unpleasant taste. When she had tongue-kissed each of the six women in this way, they all told Joanna they were glad to have met her, and that they were sure they’d be seeing her again some time. They also thanked Kim for having them over. Before they left, they each performed what looked to Joanna to be a ritual act. Kim stood by the door, her legs opened about shoulder width apart, her hands on her hips. Each of the women walked to Kim and then got down on her knees. Each woman reached up and parted the woman’s bathrobe, and then leaned forward and planted a kiss on Kim’s naked cunt. Then they rose and bowed to her, and left without another word. When the last of them was out the door, Kim took Joanna by the hand and led her into the bedroom. She had her lay down on the bed, slipped out of her robe, and crawled into bed with her. Joanna felt Kim’s smaller body on top of hers, pushing her legs in between Joanna’s. She relaxed and allowed her legs to be spread apart as Kim settled between them. Kim was slow and gentle, hugging Joanna and kissing her face and mouth as she slowly ground her cunt against Joanna’s cunt. This motion was highly erotic and very pleasurable. Joanna couldn’t fight the sensations for long, because Kim was doing it so slowly and softly. She found herself pushing back, rubbing her wet lips against the other woman. Her eyes were closed, but she heard Kim moan and felt her gently biting her shoulder as she came, and she felt Kim’s hot juices squirting against her cunt. She came, too, before Kim stopped. Joanna had to admit, lying there in Kim’s arms, that women made love in a completely different way from men. Men were usually preoccupied with their own pleasure. They were driven toward their own orgasm, and that blinded them to the rest of it. To the calmness, the gentleness, and to the right timing and the unhurried pacing that the act should have. Not that she preferred what Kim had just done to what a man could do. Not at all. She could have both clitoral and g-spot orgasms, and a hard cock pounding into her g-spot took her to a more blissful place than her clitoris ever could. Kim was lying next to her, kissing her face again, and whispering into her ear. "I want to make love to you now, Joanna" she said. "Didn’t we just…?" "No, that was foreplay, honey. I want to make love now. I want to fuck. Will you let me fuck you?" "Yes, Kim." "Tell me that you want me to." "Yes, Kim…yes. I want you to fuck me." "I bet you like a big cock, don’t you Joanna?" "Sure." "I have a real big cock, baby, but I’ll work it in slow, don’t worry about that. It’s a big, fat cock, is that okay?" "Yes, Kim." Joanna felt Kim moving around under the covers for a few seconds and then felt her roll on top of her again. "Open your legs real wide now, baby," Kim whispered. "Spread your legs for me." Joanna opened her legs and held them wide apart. She soon felt something firm rubbing over her cunt lips. Kim gyrated slowly on top of her, starting to work the head of the huge strap-on dildo she wore into Joanna. When the bulbous head of the cock-shaped device pushed tightly against her opening, Joanna moaned. "Oh, my God, Kim, your cock is too big. It’s too big." "You can take it, baby, I know you can. Just relax. I won’t hurt you." Kim didn’t force the big dildo into the other woman. At first she pushed the tip of it in, and let it rest for a while. Then she gently but firmly began to work it back and forth, pushing it hard enough to stretch the opening just a little. Kim loved this moment, with each new conquest. She thought of herself as standing at the doorway to Joanna’s body and to her soul. And Joanna was letting her in. Knock, knock, knocking on heaven’s door, that’s what she was doing, and she was sure the Dylan song had been written about this experience. A woman opening herself and letting you in. Yes! Joanna’s cunt responded to the probing by slowly relaxing and oozing lubricating fluid. Soon Kim was able to push the entire cock head into her. Joanna gasped, but did not fight it. When the head could be pushed in and pulled back out without much effort, Kim pushed it a couple of inches deeper. She proceeded slowly. The dildo she had strapped on was as big around as a beer can, and as long as two beer cans stacked on top of each other. She knew if she had showed it to Joanna before using it, Joanna would have run from it and refused it. But she knew that if she played it right, Joanna was going to love it. And she knew how to play it right. Kim watched Joanna’s face intently when the big cock was half way in. She knew the woman’s g-spot would be encountered only a fraction of the total distance the cock could penetrate, and she wanted to discover its exact location. Joanna’s face and breath gave away the secret—the g-spot was about four inches in, a little deeper than her own. With that knowledge tucked away, Kim proceeded with a vigorous deep fucking. She grabbed Joanna’s wrists in her hands, pulled them out to the sides, and pinned them down to the bed, to heighten the woman’s feeling of being taken, of submitting. She pushed the cock to its full depth, pulled it back about six inches and then slammed it forward until their cunts collided. The big dildo was no longer tight and slid easily back and forth into the other woman’s channel. Joanna's hands, unable to grasp anything with her wrists pinned down, clawed at the air and her head thrashed from side to side. She had never been fucked so hard in her life, and it was overwhelming. Her head swam. She loved it. "Goddamn you, Kim…goddamn you," she whimpered. Kim knew exactly what she was feeling. No man she was likely to encounter would have a cock this size, and the average woman went her whole lifetime without knowing what it was like to be fucked hard by a huge cock. But she also knew that the best was yet to come. After a long while of this deep pounding, both women were tiring and Kim eased up her motions. She let the cock rest inside Joanna for a few minutes to let them both catch their breaths. She kissed Joanna and said "I want you to come for me now. I want you to come on my big cock. Will you do that for me?" She didn’t wait for a response. She eased the dildo back until it was nearly out of the other woman. Then she lowered her hips and slowly began pushing it back in. In this position, with her hips lowered, the cock was angled upward. As it entered, it pushed against the roof of the other woman’s vault, as though pushing against her pubic hair from the inside. Kim smiled in anticipation. Centered along the roof of the vault, four inches in, the g-spot was waiting. It didn’t take very long to bring Joanna to the most intense orgasms she had ever known. Kim slid the big head of the cock until it pushed hard into the other woman’s g-spot, pulled back, and pushed it in again, hitting the g-spot directly with each stroke. Joanna thought she must be losing her mind, just as she was losing control of her body. She turned and twisted under Kim, unable to close her legs with Kim between them, unable to move her arms as Kim had pinned her wrists again. She cried out and her vagina spasmed as she came. Hot fluid gushed from her cunt. But Kim wouldn’t let her stop with only one orgasm, and kept up the assault on her g-spot until she had come at least five times and Kim knew Joanna would begin to hyperventilate if she didn’t stop. Kim was amazed at the amount of come that had squirted out of Joanna's cunt. She was a squirter herself, sometimes, but not that much. This was more than a wet spot in her bed—the mattress must be just about soaked through. She reminded herself to put about ten towels under them next time. Kim rolled off her and lay beside her, hugging her and kissing her forehead as she lay panting. Joanna both loved and hated Kim now. Loved her for the gift she had just given her. Hated her because she knew that no man could ever fuck her that well and that from then on, for the rest of her life, any man’s efforts would be second-rate. She had done just about everything she had earlier decided she would not do, but she hadn’t been forced to do anything. She had taken each little step willingly, but those small steps had taken her a long way. She had now had full blown lesbian sex and she had loved it. What had Kim called it? "Better sex." That’s what it was, too. She was in a trance-like state, exhausted, with Kim’s arms wrapped lovingly around her. "Listen to me now, Joanna. You just relax and I’ll explain the meaning of life to you. That’ll save you time later figuring it out. The meaning of life is cunt. A wet cunt is the central fact of existence, the primary truth around which everything else rotates. It is both the center of the universe and the best thing in it. "Life itself absolutely depends on sex. You know that. And human life absolutely depends on pussy. Some people say a stiff dick is the central element of human sexuality, but that’s rubbish. Vaginas control penises the way a driver controls a bulldozer. An erection is nothing more than an extension of the will of the nearest vagina. Do you understand what I’m saying, Joanna?" "…I don’t think so." "The creamy thing between a woman’s legs is the definition of sex for you now. When you think about sex, you think about cunt. When you want sex, you want cunt. Now do you understand?" "But…but, no. That’s you, Kim, not me. I’m not a lesbian." "Oh, but you are, Joanna. At least for now. What do you call a girl who has sex with other girls and who never goes near a cock?" "But that’s not me. I have a boyfriend." "Not anymore. He just dumped you. In fact, both Jake and the other one you’ve had on the string, the tennis player, just dumped you. Call them when you get home. Neither one of them is going to go near you again, I guarantee it. If I have to have my people follow you twenty-four hours a day to make sure you don’t touch another cock, I’ll do it. You’re only have sex with women for the next year or so. After that, you’re on your own. But don’t worry, you’re going to love it. "The women you met tonight are going to be your friends and lovers. Each one will be your girlfriend for a couple of months. You’ll move in with them, or they’ll move in with you, however you decided to do it. I expect you to cooperate with whatever they want you to do. "Michelle, for example, will want to show you off. She’s into exhibitionism, so you’ll have to get used to displaying your naked body to strangers. Bette will probably use you to repay favors she owes to other women. Other than that, the girls are fairly normal. Winona is into whipping, but she likes to be the sub, so you’ll be the one tying her legs apart and whipping her. No one will hurt you, I promise. "You have a lot of new experiences ahead, Joanna. But you’ll like that, because you’re willing to try new things. Like tonight. When I brought Michelle into the group, she absolutely refused to eat pussy. I had to rope her into a 69 position with another girl and leave her for hours with her face pushed into a stinky cunt before she overcame it. Now she licks it with the best of them. But you went right along from the start, and that’s good. That’s very good. Go to sleep now, honey." Before she drifted off to sleep, Joanna knew that from now on she was going to do anything Kim told her to do, no matter what beliefs or standards it violated. She was going to be Kim’s slave after all. Her willing slave, though. Her adoring slave. She expected, as Kim has said, that she was going to love it. As to Jake, she decided if she ever saw him again she was going to kick him in the balls. Real hard.