Donna shared Pamela's thoughts exactly. She knew that at Avondale she would soon be obliged to be lesbian, and visualized all sorts of husky crude women to satisfy. When Jan had picked her up at her home, she had nearly squealed in relief.
The first lesbian experience is so important to a girl. It can shape all future such activity, and if the first is with a beautiful creature, such as Jan, the possibilities were limitless. Ravan knew this well, and her five mistresses were quite lovely. Lesbianism at Avondale was not punishment, it was an opening of a door to the girls, who would forever be thankful. It made all the rest worthwhile.
Jan lay sprawled on the bed, legs beautifully apart. and at that moment one delightful part of her was like a beacon.
'Eat!' she said. It was a simple word, but it said everything. It was not a word of endearment or a request to make love together. It was a command, devoid of all tenderness and misunderstanding.
Yet, both Pamela and Donna knew why it had to be that way. One did not make love with a mistress.
One made love to a mistress. The return of her tongue was something not to be asked for… ever.
But it was, and would be. a constant hope, that may or may not come. It would burn and burn in intensity, but could never be assumed or requested.
If and when it did come, the sky would explode in galaxy of unbelievable fulfillment!
The word had not been said by Jan as a sadistic bark. If it had, it would not have had the effect it did on Pamela. It had been said in the same man- near of command as if the order were to pick up a book or close a window, and it immediately conveyed the message that such things were common and normal for an Avondale girl to do to her mis- tress. It was not an erotic moment or a significant adventure at Avondale. It was just a normal occurrence that happened daily, perhaps several times daily. This was exactly the reason that Jan had said it that way. She knew that Pamela and Donna were girl-virgin, but she wanted to reduce this activity to a natural, common activity that was expected and given without fanfare or highlight.
Girls just simply ate their mistresses all there was to it!
Pamela lowered herself to Jan. She had never made love to a girl, but even she knew that.one didn't partake of the main course before the hors d'neuvres. She put her arms tenderly around Jan and kissed her warmly on the mouth. It was her first girl-kiss and it was tingly. Jan's arms went around Pamela, not as a return of affection, for mistresses didn't return such things with new girls. It was just a normal reaction for any female when kissed by another, and it was more or less in- voluntary. Pamela tasted next the nipples, and was excited to feel them erect from her activity.
It made her feel at least adequate to the task on her first venture. Pamela's face lowered and her thoughts raced with realization of what she was about to do for the first time. Then she was there, licking, kissing, plunging.
The receipt of Pamela's tongue was nothing new for Jan. She had felt girl-tongue hundreds of times.
Yet, there was always something sensual about a new girl's first time, and her lack of expertise was more than compensated by the erotic knowledge that it was a virginal experience. For Jan, a new girl-virgin was terribly arousing and she responded most thoroughly to Pamela's efforts. Pamela was pleased that Jan had begun to squirm and to be- come very wet. When Jan's hands tangled themselves in her hair, Pamela was thrilled. She was actually doing it! She was pleasing this experienced woman on her very first try! It was like a student pleasing a master virtuoso. Pamela squealed in delight as Jan lurched and moaned in orgasm. She arose, wiped her wet mouth, and stood very proudly to watch Donna repeat the scene.
Pamela received almost as much excitement from watching Donna as she had from doing it herself, and was thrilled for Donna when she too brought Jan over the brink. Jan once again, when
Donna had finished, picked up her camera and had the two girls take photos of each other licking her sex. Pamela and Donna knew where these photos were going as well, and cringed in embarrassment;
Perhaps the letters would get lost en route! No.
They would get home.
Jan began to put on her clothes and smiled at the cute smugness on the faces of her slaves.
'You look like two satisfied cats,' she said. 'Big deal. So you think you're hot stuff 'cause you made me come? Hell, any girl can make another girl climax. You're nothing at this point. You're always … hell… you're not even that yet. You have to earn the right to be called good slaves, and to be called women! You don't even know what being a woman is yet. But you will. I'll let you know when you've earned that title!'
Pamela and Donna blushed from the tongue-lashing, their self-satisfaction down the drain.
'By the time you've gotten me off maybe a hundred times you'll learn how t,o do it right, hope- fully, and make me last ten minutes or longer. You don't wolf down a meal like you just did, you eat it with pleasure and patience. Right now, you haven't even been whipped yet. You're not even girls yet. Know what you are? To me you're just a pair of cunts! Now get down on your knees and tell me what you are!'
Pamela, and Donna did just that, using Jan's choice word to describe themselves. It wasn't easy, and brought a tingle to pink cheeks.
'O.K. I can see you're wet. So get it going in bed together,' said Jan. 'But get some sleep. You'll need it, believe me.' The door slammed behind her.
'Wow,' said Donna, 'right temper she has and all that!' She put her arms around Pamela.
'It was nice though, wasn't it, hon?' purred
Pamela. 'Girls taste good. Well, baby, I think we're in for all get out tomorrow. Let's hit the bed.'
The light was switched off and the two climbed into the narrow bed.
'Crikey,' said Pamela, 'only way we can fit in here is to put our arms around each other!'
'Well… what's wrong with that, Pam?'
'Nothing.' They embraced each other, and the room fell silent.
'Donna?'
'Yes?'
'How can a girl get to sleep when she's got a warm wonderful friend in her arms? I mean… you're all curvy and warm and kinda wet.'
'Same thing just occurred to me,' laughed Donna.
'Well… we could do something about it,' whispered Pamela.
'Like this?' Donna kissed Pamela on the mouth.
'I think we'll fall in love sooner or later, darling,' said Pamela.
'Let's make it sooner,' said Donna nibbling
Pamela's ear.
For the next hour the room echoed only two sounds. The ticking of the alarm clock, and tender girl- noise.
Pamela and Donna awoke in the morning with a delightfully new outlook on females! When Jan came bouncing in wearing white shorts and T-shirt the girls looked at her in a far different way than they would have twenty-four hours earlier. They had showered and put on fresh panties and stockings.
'Good morning, slaves,' said Jan. It was said cheerfully.
'Good morning, mistress,' came a chorus of two. Today the words came so easily it surprised them.
'Off to the nurse to get your rings. Then you'll meet the other slaves. They're cute. You'll like them.' Jan was in a very good mood it seemed.
The rings! They knew of the rings of Avondale.
It had all sunk in yesterday and was expected.
They had talked about it in bed between delicious tastes of each other.
Jan led the girls to the medical lab and turned them over to the nurse before leaving.
'Hello, I'm Sabrina,' said the nurse. Pamela and Donna said nothing. They were having trouble taking Sabrina in.
The girl was deep brunette, with long hair, perhaps twenty-six. Her nurses' uniform was quite more than had been expected by the girls, but after last night, very delightful indeed. The top was form-fitting, and by the two pinkish spots, it was very obvious that there was no bra underneath.
The little skirt was just that. Little. It came down only as far as the bottom of Sabrina's white panties, if that. The strip of panty that swung between her legs was not covered at all. She was a study in exciting white.
