Date: Tue, 16 Sep 2008 03:06:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sharon Pinder <pin121@yahoo.com>
Subject: the new world part 2

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between
women.  If this type of
content offends you or you are under the age of 18
do not read it.

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The New World
Part 2


Jane stood in the queue, lost in her IPod. Her mum had been gone awhile now
and slowly the queue shuffled forward. As if what ever it had been held up
for had finally happened. With each shuffle Jane neared the bend in the
corner. But she barely noticed, as she also hardly noticed the sounds from
her ear pieces. Her mind was else where. To be exact, back at school. At
first she had hated boarding school. The food was awful and the school
rules stifling. Plus she had to share a dormitory with a dozen other girls
her age. She'd been used to her own room at home, and now she had no
privacy. A shyness and innocence the other girls soon noticed. Jane hated
getting changed in front of them and would go out of her way to dress and
undress when the dorm was empty. But she couldn't always get away with it,
and she got ribbed mercilessly.

The bed next to hers was occupied by a blonde girl, of the same age, called
Denise. She was the one person in the room Jane could call a friend.  In
fact Denise would chat to her and even compliment her on her choice of
clothes and underwear. Or lingerie as she called it. A word Jane had never
heard before, and one she found very chic.

She did notice after a few months that Denise seemed to spend a lot of her
time with another girl, Sue. They were, outside of lessons, all but
inseparable. They would eat at the same table and even go to the local
village together, holding, as most girls do, hands.

Lesbianism is a term Jane had never heard of. Hell the facts of life were
all but taboo at home. She wondered what it would be like to actually kiss
someone, to have a boy friend. She had seen her mum and dad kiss and that
set her mind wondering. The weird thing was that when ever Jane lay in bed
thinking it over, it was always Denise she saw. She knew her mum would be
horrified so she kept such images close to her heart but that didn't stop a
warm feeling of forbidden fruits nestling inside her. But all these
thoughts were something she kept locked deep away, and they never passed
her lips.

It was the Friday of sports day; she was cutting through the grounds, a
short cut to the dorm house. She ducked through the bushes and scurried
along the lawn. As she rounded the corner she heard voices. If she was
caught here, when she should be out on the sports field yelling and
cheering... Slowly she peeked round the hedges corner and was surprised to
see Denise and Sue. They were face to face, talking quietly. Almost
whispering, their faces so close, they almost touched. Then Denise closed
that gap and their lips touched. They were kissing! Not just kissing but
like her parents, Plus Denise's hands were cupping sues bottom and they
seemed go be pulling Sue closer.

Jane was transfixed. The thoughts she had harboured in her mind seemed to
have become reality. She stood still, hardly daring to move as she watched
the two girls kiss. In the distance the school bell sounded, and they broke
apart, running along the path, towards her, hand in hand. Jane just had
time to retreat round the corner and appear as she if she had been walking
along the path, when Denise and Sue rounded the comer. They looked at her,
smiled, and then ran past towards the school buildings.

After this Jane spent as much of her time as she could `spying' on
Denise. It was amazing what she now noticed. How often they would be alone,
hold hands, and sit together in class. She even saw Denise run her fingers
along Sue's leg under the desk one day and that night alone in her bed she
replayed the images, with herself in the role of Sue. Her fingers exploring
her own body, making her wet and bring her to a state of arousal. A
sensation that was becoming the norm now, when lights were out. These
images seemed to bring her latent sexuality alive, and her images became
more intense.

She so much wanted to be more than friends with Denise and Sue, but her
shyness made that a barrier she couldn't seem to break through.

The queue rounded the comer, and she could see the two desks ahead. Where
was her dammed mum? Jane's thought return to school. It was about a month
after the garden discovery that Jane found one night she just couldn't get
back to sleep. She lay there, replaying in her mind what she had
seen...shuffle shuffle...what would it like to be to kiss Denise? Her mind
would not be still so she could fall asleep...shuffle shuffle...Then she
heard movement across the dorm. A shadow moved silently towards her. She
froze, pretending to be asleep but peering through slitted eyes. The figure
passed close to her bed, and then she heard bedding being moved. She
watched as Sue, as she assumed that was who it was, slipped under Denise's
bedding. The next half hour was a true awakening for Jane as she watched
the two girls be lovers. She watched as Sue kissed Denise breasts and then
as she buried her head deep between Denise's legs. Jane's own pussy
becoming wetter and wetter.The butterflies coming alive and surrendering to
her fingers own exploration. It was with lips clamed tight that Jane came.
He mind seemed to explode with feelings and new images. An awakening that
left her feeling alive and her finger tips caressing her tingling and wet
flesh.

It was ages after Sue had slipped back to her own bed that Jane finally got
to sleep. That's nights events became her nightly thoughts, and with each
retelling in her mind, the fantasy expanded in range. But the end of term
had come and now here she was with her mum, on some boring holiday. Where
was the stupid cow?

The queue had moved forward quite a bit and she could see the desks were
almost upon her. A large tinted mirror covered on wall but she could see
little though it except some shadowy figures. Jane finally reached the
desks. What should she do now? The solider looked up and seemed puzzled,
that Jane was alone. Jane tried to explain that her mum had gone off ages
ago and had not yet come back. Dawn broke over the soldiers face and she
pressed a buzzer on her desk. The door to the left of the mirror opened and
another solider walked towards them. Were all the officials here female?
She crossed to Jane and smiled at her. "You seeking your mum? Yes?" she
asked. Jane nodded and the solider beckoned her over to the mirror. "I am
sorry but with out your mum you will have to wait" Jane was told. "Please
stay here" she said as she slipped back through the door. Jane tried to
peer through the glass. Now she was closer she could see a bit more
easily. She could make out shapes through the bronze tinted glass. There
seemed to be three people and a table... Not much else to see, they were in
a group looking at something on the table, chatting and one was touching
it.

Jane looked round. The queue was on the last person and once she had been
processed the hall would be empty of all but the officials and Jane. The
last person cleared the desk, and with that the two officials at the desks
stood and took their leave. She was now alone in a deserted hall in a
strange county. How could her mother do this to her, she fumed to her
self. Jane paced round the hall. Nothing much to see. She looked over the
desks. Just papers and a phone. She looked round once more, and this time
noticed a small panel to the right of the mirror. She walked over,
curious. It comprised two buttons. One red, one green.

Now what is it with buttons? Jane ignored them or tried to. But she could
hear them calling. After five minutes the temptation was too great. Maybe
just one button. She pressed the green one. Nothing happened. Oh
well. Maybe the red?

Then she noticed a change in the mirror. It was no longer tinted. It had
become a window. A window to what? She would have a quick look, and then
push the red button, which she assumed would tint it again. Jane turned to
look and in that moment her life changed. There were as she had vaguely
seen three officials, but bent over the table was a naked woman. Stockings
and with panties round her ankles. One of the soldiers was stood to one
side, allowing Jane to see her hand buried deep into the victim's
pussy. She was working away at it. Jane watched, the red button
forgotten. The solider with drew her hand, and stepped to one side. Jane
watched as a second solider stepped up and knelt down behind the tied woman
and cocking her head at an awkward angle, she could see her tongue starting
to lick the exposed woman cunt.

Jane could feel her own butterflies returning, her own pussy becoming
wet. The sensations of those nights in her bed returned, but stronger and
harder to control. She resisted the temptation to touch her self, but had
to settle for squeezing her thighs. That was no cure, but it helped the
feelings. The desire to be that woman's finger, to feel the flesh, to taste
it, to explore the tables sacrifice.  She stood there for what seemed like
ages, and failed to hear the door open. "You like?" a voice said. Jane all
but jumped and looked round. The officer now stood beside her. "You like?"
she asked again, smiling. Jane hadn't noticed how attractive she was, hell
how attractive al the officials were. She couldn't speak, but managed a nod
and another squeeze of the thighs. The woman's hand took hers, and Jane
watched as the red button was pressed. The mirror retinted and her view
lost. The hand then gently led her into that room. The door shut behind
her, but she didn't notice, her eyes fixed on the scene laid out before
her. A woman handcuffed to the table. All but naked, and another woman's
tongue exploring her. The victim unable to resist or avoid the
exploration. Jane hand never felt more turned alive even when watching
Denise and Sue.

The officer stood close behind Jane. Her body pressed against up close. She
could feel the officer's breath on her neck and held her breath as she felt
hands reach round and cup her breast. Jane slowly breathed out as the hands
fondled her breasts, teasing the nipples as they became evident, through
her thin summer clothing.  Her head was gently guided round until the
woman's lips could reach hers. She kissed virgin Jane slowly, tenderly, and
parted Jane's lips with the moist tip of her tongue. Jane felt their
tongues tip and she could feel a moan deep with in her welling up.

 The hands that moments before had sought her breasts now caressed her
body, reaching down to stroke the dampness that they knew was encased in
thin cotton and denim. The fingers pressed into the material and she could
feel the dampness becoming a torrent. Then the hands slowly reached up,
took hold of her once more, slowly rotating her and slowly turned her to
face the woman. They kissed once more, before she was slowly undressed. Her
T-shirt lifted over her head, her bra encased breasts now visible, and with
it her nipples even more prominent. The woman knelt and Jane felt her
sandals then jeans being stripped away from her.

She stood in a room with three women and a bound and gagged semi naked
woman. Wearing nothing but a bra trying to restrain her engorged nipples
and a pair of visibly damp cotton panties. "Your beautiful" the officer
whispered "and we want to help you, to teach you" Her hands were taken once
more and she was gently led to the table. The kneeling woman stool up and
stepped to one side. Jane could see the bound woman closer now and she had
never wanted to touch something more in her life. "Please" Jane was
told. How did they know of Jane's fantasies, of her secret tastes? Jane
could not imagine but she slowly reached one finger out, to touch the
exposed flesh of the tables offering. She could feel herself shaking as her
finger neared that perfect rounded bottom. Gently, shyly her finger made
contact. She could feel the skin and she stoked it, bring the rest of her
fingers in contact with the softness. She slowly circled the soft buttock
and she watched as the skin came alive with goose bumps, and she hard a
soft moan coming form the bound woman's mouth. Slowly in case she woke up
she ran the finger down the buttock crack. The holding the buttock skin in
her hand she slid it between the legs. She could feel hairs, damp hairs as
her hand continued past the top of the legs and deeper into a wet warm
hairy spaced. She felt the woman try to press herself against her hand. She
heard her moan, and her hand pressed further in, seeking what she knew lay
ahead of her finger tips. The honey pot. Her fingers seemed to be slipping
deeper into the wetness and she felt the exposed and aroused flesh of the
woman's lips.  She caressed them with her fingers, and the wetness allowed
her fingers to slip between and part them. She felt the wet lips slide past
her fingers as she dipped into a warm and fleshy pit of juices.

The officer parted Jane's lips to slip one of her fingers into Jane's
willing mouth. She had her first taste of another woman's honey.  A taste
she had never dreamt of or imagined. But it made her want to suckle on the
finger as her own finger explored the tastes source.

The victim moaned as the fingers dived deeper into the wet pit.  She sought
entrance to the woman's pussy, her first pussy. The woman moaned and
pressed herself onto Jane's fingers. The woman begged against the restraint
of her gag. The voice, if Jane hadn't been so aroused would have been
familiar, but she was beyond that. Jane just wanted to do all the things
she had seen Sue do to Denise. Jane wanted to bury her finger deep into
that honey pot, to bury her face into the wet folds of the pussy and to
inhale deep the scent or an aroused pussy. She wanted to sup from the
fountain that her hand was deep inside.. Jane's fingers sank slowly deeper
into the wet haven; she barley noticed fingers unclasp her bra, her nipples
being teased and pinched gently between sharp finger nails. She barely
noticed the other soldiers undressing until they all stood in stockings,
panties and bra. She hardly noticed as her knees sank to the floor and she
inhaled the scent, as she moved forward to bury her tongue, nose and face
deep into that warm wet mass of flesh, juices and scent. A pussy she had
yet to realise was that of her mother. Her mother, who like her daughter,
had become a lesbian at the hands of the three semi naked women who watched
on. What else awaited her? Jane had no idea outside her fantasies,
something she didnt yet know she had stepped beyond, as she unbeknowingly
explored, savoured and devoured her own oh her prim and proper strait laced
Mother.