Date: Thu, 08 Jul 2004 21:02:00 +0000
From: Nicola Atkins <sunnyhunny964@hotmail.com>
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!