Date: Mon, 20 Feb 2006 16:59:52 +0100
From: Tantala Ray <tanrayb@hotmail.com>
Subject: Anne working Overtime 3

Anne working Overtime 03. -  Training grounds
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   From the room she was in, the sound of the afternoon highway traffic
below almost couldn't be heard at all. Through the wall- high window she
could see into a nice little garden with a freshly mowed lawn, white stones
and high palm trees, complete with a distant choir of bird song. The scenery
was so perfect that she almost felt the need to complain to someone that
there wasn't a small fountain with a marble Cupid in the middle of it all.
But -- she straightened up a little - she knew the last thing she wanted to
do was complaining. She still felt nervous, and held the key she had used to
lock herself in, in a tight fist until she finally remembered to put it back
into her purse. There really shouldn't be any need to be nervous; she felt
she could trust Jean entirely. She wasn't cheated into this. She couldn't
be. There simply was no need to. She knew she had plans to make money on her
skills after the completion of the training, so why hide anything? And why
not combine business with pleasure?
She realised the reason she was nervous first of all was because of the
experience itself, the training about to begin. Would it be as exciting as
she hoped it would be? Was it really true? Was there really a world like the
one Jean had outlined to her? She was hoping this day would give her the
hints of the realities of things.  Hoping...

   It took another 10 minutes of nervous itches in the stomach until she
heard the faint sound of a car coming up the driveway and finding a place in
the parking lot at the main entrance. With her heart pounding she listened
intensively, and could hear voices and the slamming of doors as someone
crossed the yard and entered the building. Then there were some minutes of
relaxed activities, lights came on, some low classical music caressed the
walls, and the smell of coffee spread throughout the air ducts. Anne got
even more nervous, and felt her pulse all the way out to her earlobes.
   All of a sudden the door swung open. She nearly jumped in her seat. Jean
breezed in along with another lady. They were carrying a tray of service, a
folded tablecloth and some other things, obviously for the room she was in.
They both stopped when they saw her.
   "Anne! Are you here already? We didn't expect you in half an hour yet!"
   "I know", Anne smiled shyly as she got to her feet, facing the two
smiling ladies, "but I was afraid to be late. You know... traffic!"
   Jean laughed; "we just came to make the reception room a little less
sterile... a little friendlier for your arrival if you like". She put her
things down on the table and turned to the woman standing beside her. "Pam,
this is Anne, our new student. Anne this is Pamela Vasquez, my friend and
close associate".
   They greeted and hugged and Anne immediately felt calmer again, although
she didn't know if she quite liked Pam's appearance as much as Jean's. Pam
was a brunette of about 40, not looking much latin at all in spite of the
name. To Anne she had a classical cool beauty about her, narrow waist and
broad hips, medium sized tits and long, powerful legs. Like Jean herself she
was perfectly fit and reflected maturity, but no wear. She was wearing an
outfit looking something like a nurse, although the edge of a dark skirt
protruding from under the white coat suggested that it was just thrown on as
she walked in.
   "If you're ready, Anne dear, we'll take you into the studio and really
show you our facilities", Jean told her, gently leading her by the hand into
the same hallway as last time. From there they went in through the white
door saying studio 4.
   When they stood inside, Anne couldn't help but staring at the facilities.
   "Obviously", Jean explained, smiling at Anne's expression, "during normal
days this is an ordinary gym studio where we do lessons of yoga, aerobics
and spins. Our special trainings take place in the evenings only, or like
now, at the week- ends.
   The room was looking quite like a small studio, with deep green carpets,
mirror- covered walls with a sky- blue colour. Daylight came down through
huge roof windows. A wall curtain split the room so the exercise machines
were at the other side. The only tings remaining in their part of the room
were a standard coach and table corner section, and some other deep leather
chairs.
   The soft classical music came from discreet speakers somewhere in the
back. A huge flower decoration along with champagne on ice was put at the
middle of the table. The whole place smelled of flowers and leather
furniture and clean surfaces. Knowing what she was in for, she didn't feel
that the room had a particularly erotic atmosphere, but she was sure she
could get used to it.
Pamela came in after them with a new tray of cups and a fresh can of coffee
and tea.
   "As you can see", Jean started, looking at the casually scattered
furniture, we have tried to produce an atmosphere of relaxed comfort, where
we can all fully concentrate on the ... oh! There's Mary".
   Everybody looked up and turned to the newcomer entering the room from the
showers at the opposite side. She was a stunning beauty, also about 40;
definitely with a nock- out figure underneath the white towel she was
wearing to cover her bust- down. Her hair was rolled up in a towel ball as
well, but Anne could tell that she was a brunette, actually almost
completely black haired. She came towards them with a beaming smile.
   "Anne, this is Mary Roberts, Mary, this is Anne, our new pupil starting
her training today".
   "I'm soooo pleased to meet you" the newcomer exclaimed, grabbing her
hands with her stronger and kissing her on both cheeks.
   There were a few remarks back and forth until Mary then turned and left
the room the same way she came in, excusing herself that she should finish
preparing for the lecture.
   Jean motioned towards the couch, and the tree of them sat down with the
coffee. For a moment Anne wondered why there wasn't anything on the table
with the coffee, but then she remembered -- and knew.
   "So, Anne how do you like our facilities?"
   "It's great! If I wasn't so nervous, I would feel completely perfect
here". She laughed and sighed with a slightly shaking voice.
   Jean and Pam smiled. "Look Anne, there's really nothing to worry about.
Remember, you will be doing only what you would like to do yourself. We'll
most certainly urge you, but not press you to deliver your best possible
performance from the very start! You will be nervous, and so will Mary.
She's not with the program for more than a few weeks, and you're her second
pupil. We need people like her almost just as much as people like you. Me
and Pam will take care of everything though, and make sure that the lessons
will be enjoyable, relaxing and educating! Remember, we are not new to this.
So, we're hoping that we'll all get to relax quite nicely in a short time.
   "I'm worried that I will not be good at all... That you'll all be terribly
disappointed... You know I've got no experience in this."
   "Nonsense dear, you'll do great. Everybody needs a little guidance in the
beginning, and then everything comes naturally. Just let your feelings do
the rest. Then I guarantee you Mary's feelings will do its part."
   The two ladies laughed. "She's a real firecracker", Pam added, "you'll
find out"!
   They could see that the last remark made Anne nervous again. Jean threw a
short, annoyed glimpse at Pam, then put her hand calmly on Anne's shoulder.
"Just relax, Anne. Let's finish our coffee, and you'll see..."

   The women sat chatting lightly when Mary again entered the room. Anne was
a little bit surprised. She was expecting her to be naked. But Mary was
wearing a white blouse, a knee- short dark grey business skirt, stockings
and high-heeled shoes. She had set her almost black hair up in a nice-
styled top, used a very discrete make- up, and a small golden chain around
her neck. Anne now could admire her hot figure, and stated that she looked
stronger now, her thighs almost muscular, waist not slender but elegant. Her
tits were big, but natural looking. They did not arouse any silicone
suspicions. Wonderful playthings!
   Her first bath towel appearance had been swift and confident. Now she was
all different. Although she tried, Anne could sense the tension. She felt
shy herself, but still discovered that she had problems catching the woman's
eyes as they faced each other.
   Mary sat down and got her cup of coffee. She gulped it down in order to
catch up with the others, who were nearly finished.  She didn't take too
much part in the conversation, but left most of the talking to Jean and Pam.
Anne noticed that she was a little uneasy, rubbing her thighs together
slightly, and kind of moving back and forth on the couch.
   After the coffee, she lit a cigarette, and sat back with a sigh, crossing
her legs, clearly trying to relax. Anne was sure. Mary tried to hide it, but
she was as nervous as she was!
   Finally, Jean put down her empty cup and moved out onto the edge of the
couch.  "Now ladies! Time to get started!" She looked at Pam sitting beside
her; "Pam, be a dear and get the mat, will you?"
   Pam nearly jumped to her feet, and crossed to disappear behind the wall
curtains.
   "Now", Jean continued, smiling at Anne and Mary, "this is first of all
training. So, consequently, the basics first. Eventually we will deal with
all sides of mood development and romantic approaches. As I said, you're
going to need a few minutes to learn to relax, and then you'll be fine."
   Pam returned with a soft, comfortable mat, and placed it on the floor in
front of Mary.
   "So, Mary dear, get it over with, and show us what you've got! Anne, you
can find your place here at the mat. Try to get a good position from the
very beginning otherwise your knees get sore and uncomfortable in a short
while."
   Anne's heart hammered as she let herself slide down from the sofa and
onto her knees at the mat. Blood rushed through her body, and the whole
thing almost made her dizzy for a moment. There was no way she would be able
to meet their eyes now. She hardly dared to lift her eyes enough to see the
thighs slowly open and the skirt slip up around Mary's waist as the lady let
herself slide down and forward to find a good position on the couch. Pam was
there with a few extra pillows under her spine and a soft towel under her
butt.
   But then Anne could do nothing but stare! She knew this was the sight of
her deepest dreams. The very essence of her fantasies. The heart of her
passions. She was stunned! Mary's pussy was framed by the stockings, ending
in a black, lacy ring at the top of the thighs. She was shaved expect for a
sweet little bush over her pubic bone. Her pussy lips had already parted
slightly, and were glistening from moist and anticipation.
   The lips were full and fleshy, protruding quite a bit, as though they
were begging for their first kiss from adoring young lips.
   "Anne, look at me!" she suddenly heard Jean's voice. She was torn out of
her near hypnotic state, and met her instructress' smiling eyes. "Anne, you
know what to do, but let's still do this first exercise with careful
instruction." Jean moved over to sit next to Mary.
   "Now, whenever you are ready, you may move forward and try your first
kiss. I will comment and correct as you proceed."  Anne shuddered almost
unnoticeably. Just as simple as that! After all, this was training!
   Mary now had overcome her initial shyness from exposing herself like
this. Although she still didn't meet Anne's eyes, she now carefully observed
everything going on between her thighs. When Anne finally started moving
slowly forward, the woman's breathing became irregular, and her thighs
started trembling ever so lightly. A small jerk went through her when Anne's
hands touched her thighs.
   When Anne was close, she could feel the intoxicating smell of perfume and
female heat meet her and totally overwhelm her. This definitely was a lady
to her tastes! A real woman; someone worthy of her devoted worship. Her
devoted passion!
   She closed her eyes as she let herself slowly forward again, until
finally -- veeery gently - lips met soft lips in the first, blissful kiss.
The kiss she had been waiting so long for!
   Again a faint convulsion went through Mary's body. Her and Jean's eyes
carefully observed the girls lips as they homed in on the prime target. Now
there was contact, and a long moment of complete silence passed as everybody
in the room absorbed the feeling of the new start. Anne most of all. She was
thrilled, excited, frightened, happy and in total love! A sudden feeling of
total uselessness overwhelmed her; who was she to think that she could be of
any pleasure to a lady like this? Then again heat filled her body from the
very image of what she was just now doing. It was not a dream! Not this
time. It was real. She was here. Here! In the middle of it all. And that was
what was important right now! The only thing!
   Anne finally lifted her lips slightly and let her eyes blink open. Then
she looked up at Jean.
   "Excellent", the response from Jean came. "Now just take your time, and
make yourself -- should I say - at home. There are lots of things to explore!
When you're ready, we'll proceed to using the tongue. And -- for heavens sake
Anne - please breathe!"
   Anne suddenly realised that she hadn't been breathing for an eternity,
and suddenly let the air hiss out of her lungs. After a few, deep breaths,
she got herself in position again, and let her lips gently press against
those wet, wonderful ones in front of her. Although she now could feel
Mary's eyes on her, she still didn't dare to look up at her face. No... not
yet!
   After a new, long kiss, she continued by carefully taking each of the
lips into her mouth and gently let them slide in and out, tasting the first
of the woman's juices on her own lips in a proper way.
   Now she felt more relaxed. She had been a little worried about this, even
a bit frightened, but the taste was just wonderful and wild, wonderful and
wild wild wild, and she felt a surge of sheer happiness rush through her as
she proceeded with renewed confidence.
   The stockings- clad thighs surrounding her slipped further out to the
sides. Anne let go of them and put her hands gently under the buttocks
resting on the edge of the couch. A voice of approval from Jean - suddenly
sounding distant - indicated she was doing the right things.
   Jean was still not pressing on the use of her tongue, something that made
Anne even a little bit more courageous. Her feelings now really got better
about the whole thing, and she started not just to relax, but even really
feel relaxed.
   Hot and cold shivers still rushed through her body, but more and more
they were from sheer joy only. She felt that if she would be well trained,
she would be able to be on top of any such situation. Really... On the top!
Who should believe that!
   She let the soft, wet lip slip out of her mouth, and carefully slid her
tongue out between her own lips. Then gently let it slip in a little bit
between the full pussy lips. Just enough to let the full taste of wild
female lust hit her with maximum force. And it really hit!! Like a slap in
the face! It was like a drug. Really! Like a drug. She felt her heart racing
again, her pulse sounding like distant drums in her ears. How could
something like this feel just so fuckin' great?!?
   For a short moment she withdrew the tip of her tongue to savour the taste
in her mouth. The wild, wonderful and almost animal- like taste. She then
hesitated for a moment, withstanding the urge to burrow the full length of
her tongue into the moist, pink wetness, and then gently let it slide in
between the full lips and twirl for a moment inside the deep folds. She
still was too nervous to loose control of her rising passion. All she could
still do was letting the tongue slide along the crack... gently upwards. All
the way up to the hood of the pleasure- button at the top. Then down again.
And up.
   As she settled down to a somewhat steady rhythm with her tongue along the
full length of the dripping pussy, Mary started shaking lightly, not at all
able to conceal the flush of heat spreading from the sweet mouth and out
into every cell of her body. Even though this girl was totally
inexperienced, the whole atmosphere and the feelings rushing onto her were
so strong that she knew she wouldn't stand this for a very long time. Not
long at all. Now the girls tongue even started moving dangerously close to
her now completely oversensitive clit! Well, if that happened... already now,
she really didn't know if she would be able to...
   "Ok, Anne, hold it for a moment", Jean's voice broke into the feverish
minds of the two lovers, shockingly clear and sharp. "Let's not forget the
training we're here for, guys" she smiled, bending over Mary's body to face
Anne, just as the girl was about to focus her eyes and dig still deeper in
between the gaping lips in front of her. She had to put her hand on Anne's
forehead, and gently push her a little back in order to get her full
attention.
   Mary's hips jerked involuntarily after the break of contact, and a short
gasp escaped her. Now she knew the really torturous part of Jeans training
was about to begin.

   "You're doing very well, Anne" Jean continued. "With some instructions on
the way to guide and improve the work with your tongue, you'll make
tremendous progress in no time, and then we can allow Mary her first blow
out of the day on that particular lesson. Now listen carefully".
   Jean removed her hand as gently as she had placed it there. "You can move
forward again, and gently let your tongue slip in between her pussy lips,
but do it so I can see it all the time".
   Anne was more than willing to comply, and in a moment she had resumed the
slow gliding motion up and down between the soaking lips. She realised that
Jean had let her start off on her own, to see how she coped initially. Now,
with this settled, she was going to start the instructions on her techniques
for real.

   It didn't take long until they had Mary shaking and moaning again, her
legs spread wide open and her hands kneading her luscious tits through the
fabric of her business- like shirt. With Jean's close observation and
careful instructions, Anne quickly perfected her ways of her pussy worship.
Her tongue worked the up- and downward motion in between the pussy lips,
initially just bathing the pink inside, then eventually going further and
digging in with the tip to reach the deeper sensitive spots around the
urethra.  Then she practiced circling around the clit, apply tongue tip
pressure into the groove at the sides, all the time not touching the
critical spot itself. Then doing flat-tongue lapping just below the base of
the clit.
   This careful instruction lasted the better part of the next half hour,
and Mary was at that point almost getting wild with lust, gasping, trembling
and pumping her hips up against the hard working mouth, not being the
professional lecture participant at all! Pam was sitting at the opposite end
of the couch, observing the whole show, and feeling her own libido
drastically heating, even though she had seen this so many times before. No
doubt about it... Anne was someone special! This she could definitely tell
already by now.
   She was watching the lecture with such a focus that Jean had to tap her
shoulder to get her attention;
   "Pam, some tissues please!" Pam jumped slightly, but immediately leaned
back to fetch some from the box on the table. After receiving them, Jean put
them down within reach, and again bent over the two bitches in heat at her
side, smiling at Anne; "OK, Anne, we'll have to do something about Mary,
right now she doesn't work very well as an assistant instructor. Now then,
carefully move your tongue from the base of her clit and up to the tip, then
gently flip it from side to side, in a slow, rhythmic motion. Move your
hands to the side of her hips, and hold her!"
   Anne was deeply concentrated by now, and followed the instructions almost
mechanically. She let go of the creamy buttocks, and placed her hands at her
hips, holding the bucking pelvis in position. Then she moved her tongue
upwards, and started a series of strong flicking movements with her tongue
right across the base of it.
   Mary's body stiffened within a few seconds, and she yelled out as she
threw her head back and came like a rocket right into the wonderful mouth
glued to her pussy! Hands came down and grasped Anne's head, pressing her
face hard into the cleft, holding her still as love juices practically
squirted into her mouth.
   Her entire lower body bucked up and down on the couch. The movements were
almost painful, but Anne hung on for all she was worth, working the clit
frantically with her tongue to prolong the ecstasy as long as possible. A
surge of sheer happiness flowed through her from the simple fact that she
could bring this wonderful woman such pleasure.

   Mary ended her first orgasm of the day by almost tearing Anne's hair off
as the last convulsions shook her body. Then she collapsed on the couch,
gasping and panting, slowly letting Anne's head loos from her crushing grip.
The legs again slipped apart, and the arms fell limply to the side.  Anne
stayed in position, continuing her patient tongue work by carefully letting
the tip massage the urethra area, in a good "safe" distance from the
oversensitive clit. Jean noticed, and new for sure that this one was a real
talent!
   At this stage Anne felt so hot that she was on the edge of a powerful
orgasm herself. Even without touching herself at all! She felt that all she
needed to do was to rub her thighs together a few times, and she'd be off
like the space shuttle!  She continued her patient work until Mary moaned
that she could take no more at the moment, and Jean asked her to sit up.
Anne got the tissues Jean had had prepared, and wiped her face as she
adoringly looked up at Mary.
   She suddenly realised that she now could meet the woman's eyes without
feeling any kind of discomfort or nervousness. She had even excitedly
watched her face during the last stages before her climax.
   Mary got some tissues as well, and sat up with deep sighs, pressing some
of them to her saturated pussy. She suddenly looked down herself and started
laughing; "You're really incredible. Look at me! I can hardly remember last
time somebody brought me to a condition like this!" she exclaimed, pointing
at her wrinkled dress, and looking directly at Anne. "Come to me, darling!!"
Anne moved forward on the mat, and let herself fall in the arms of the woman
she had brought so much enjoyment. Completely relaxed they looked each other
in the eyes before they shared a deep kiss.

   Jean let them enjoy the nearness of each other for a moment before she
again took charge of the lecture.
   "Now, I think Mary and Pamela should hit the showers again, while Me and
Anne go through the lesson again to look for further improvements".
   After taking a few more sips of the now almost cold coffee, the two
ladies got to their feet, and left for the bathroom. Then Jean turned to
Anne;
   "Anne, I'm impressed! This is some of the best performance from a
beginner I've seen in a very long time. OK Mary may not be that experienced
still, but she knows how to treasure a real talent". She gently stroked
Anne's hair as she spoke.
   "So, my dear, how about you? How do you feel? Are you very horny yourself
yet, or still nervous"?
   Anne sighed as she looked straight back at her tutor. Her nervousness was
all gone now.
   "I feel wonderful! I was very nervous in the beginning, but now I feel
fine. Do you really think she enjoyed what I did"?
   Jean laughed. "But of course dear, couldn't you tell?!? She loved it! And
she's gonna want more: She'll be more relaxed now, and more able to stand
your ministration over a somewhat longer time. But you didn't answer my
question; do you feel horny by now"?
   Anne looked down and reddened slightly. "Yes", the answer came; "yes, I
do".
   "Fine! That means you're coming along nicely, and even faster than I
expected! I need to know that you don't feel pressed in any way. You'll be
allowed to relieve yourself later, but in your role as a service girl, it's
important to get used to the fact that your feelings are totally irrelevant
when you're on duty. Your lady should feel intense pleasure as much of the
time as possible. And you'll soon enough find out that you perform best when
you're hot yourself, and you enjoy it the most too!
   Believe me; I know what I'm talking about!"
   Anne believed. For a moment she looked down and enjoyed the gentle touch,
then turned to her again; "But why was Mary wearing a suit like that? It
just got wrinkled!"
   "Well", Jean answered, "you know we're really not always sure actually
how to start the lectures. You can say it's an attempt to make you familiar
with the situations you can expect to face in most field cases -- as we're
trying to get used to call it. But we're not sure if it's the right thing,
so we'll see about that".

   Anne was sent off to one of the restrooms to wash her face and brush her
teeth. Jean then came in with new, lacy panties, a new T-shirt and jogging
pants for her to wear on the next session. She also helped her with a new,
ultra-thin coat of lipstick and a very very discreet cheek rogue.
   The two of them then sat back down on the coach and discussed the
technical part of tongue worshipping, as they waited for the other to women
to finish their preparations. Anne felt glowing hot, and so happy she could
sing. She still felt strange and a bit shy discussing these things the way
they did, but as long as she could avoid Jean's eyes when it overcame her,
it was quite OK. She felt 100% comfortable with her.
   The two ladies came back in after a few minutes, both of them draped in
white, thick towels. Mary had her hair set up again, somewhat differently
this time, and looked better than ever, sparkling well- being as she and Pam
found their places again on the couch.  Jean put her hand on Anne's
shoulder, and gently pushed her off and down on her knees at the mat again
in front of the two women.
   "Now, Anne, you'll try all by yourselves. You'll apply all the techniques
we have discussed. I will not comment as you go, but we'll make a summary
afterwards".
   Anne nodded. She was proud to notice that she had no problems looking
directly up into Mary and Pam's eyes this time. And when Mary opened her
towel, slipped a little down on the couch and slowly spread her legs for
her, the familiar heat again rushed through her body and made her heart
pound and her earlobes glow. Slowly she bent forward for her next lesson.
   This time the spreading legs felt like a wide-open embrace. The rosy
pussy lips split apart right before Anne's tongue reached them, as to warmly
welcome her in between. She let her arms slide under the now naked thighs
and slipped her hands up along the side of her lover's waist, feeling the
wonderful body adjusting to lay comfortably down in her hands. Jean sat back
with crossed legs, watching the action, with a pen and note pad in her lap.
Pam sat wrapped in her towel beside her, equally relaxed, sipping another
cup of coffee and observing the second lecture of the day.
   Anne felt the passion warm her body, and as she met Mary's eyes through
the dark, curly bush of hair in front of her nose, she dug her tongue deep
into the love channel and simultaneously rubbed her upper lip against the
base of the clit. As Mary's face grew tense, she didn't feel sure if it was
from new, intense mouth heat, or from a slightly sore clit from the first
lecture.
   But if there had been some soreness initially, this was apparently soon
forgotten as Anne's tongue made the body in front of her tremble from
intense hormone waves. Mary's moans and groans, mixed with the wet sounds of
Anne's lapping tongue was all that could be heard for the next twenty
minutes as they built up for the next thunderous orgasm.
   Eventually Anne once again had her victim shaking and convulsing totally
out of control as the two spectators watched in awe. They had both most
certainly seen some convincing oral performances in their time, but it was
clear to all that this was something very special. A unique talent beyond
anything they had ever seen up until now.
   As Mary came the second time, it was a mind -- and ear -- shattering
experience. Anne drove her tongue deep into the spasming pussy and just hung
on as the body sprawled and twisted back and forth on the couch. Both hands
clung to her head, and then Mary's knees suddenly straightened out so her
legs went up against the ceiling as she lay shaking and jerking totally out
of control, ecstasy twisting her fabulous body. Anne held the flexing
buttocks in a steady grip as she violently tilted the pulsing clit back and
forth with her tongue, putting all her strength into pressing her face deep
into the wonderful pussy. Mary stiffened totally for a long moment before
another wave of spasming and jerking took her over the final edge and had
her scream out her wild passion so loud that Pam and Jean instinctively bent
away from them as a sheer protective reflex.
   Then, finally, Mary slowly came down again, breathing heavily as she let
her legs fall down, then crossing them over Anne's back as she found herself
a new resting position to start recovering. She was shiny with sweat by now,
and grabbed the white towel beside her to wipe her face and neck. With the
towel resting over her tits, she let her head sink back and let her body
relax, enjoying the sweet sensation of a deep, sweet afterglow. Every now
and then she experienced small aftershocks that stocked the otherwise very
regular breathing.
   Anne had let her tongue remain motionless within the folds of the
superheated pussy, but now had it glide very slowly around the deep part of
the silky love channel, also now well away from the over sensitive clit.
   This still was more than Mary could stand though, and after a short while
of recovery and very gentle tongue titillation, she begged for mercy with a
thin voice. Jean understood that her partner really was totally worn out
after just one and a half hour of instruction, and finally granted her near
desperate request. As Mary was released, and rolled over to the side,
totally spent, Jean called for Pamela to slide down on the couch and open
her legs. "I see that we need someone with real stamina to handle you", she
smiled, looking from Mary over to Pam. Pam had worked up a tremendous heat
from the intense display of skilled service, and was more than ready to
comply when the request finally came. "I thought you'd never ask", she
smiled, putting her towel to the side, and spreading her legs invitingly to
Anne, who already was in the process of crawling over to the position in
front of her. The sight of Mary's collapse had not discouraged Pam at all,
and she was determined to go to this task with a strength and discipline
that would show them all who was the one with experience in this place...