Message-ID: <16043eli$9810042022@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: darklaura@aol.com (DarkLaura) Subject: DARK LAURA'S TALES: THE EARLY YEARS (FF/f, dom, teen, true) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Authentication-Warning: philabs-gw.philabs.research.philips.com: smap set sender to using -f Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19981002124202.17713.00008976@ng66.aol.com> DARK LAURA'S TALES: THE EARLY YEARS (FF/f, dom, teen, true) I have Carol and Beth to thank for introducing me to the pleasures of girl-girl love and domination. Carol was a seceretary at the Marine base in North Carolina where my Dad was stationed. I was in High school and was having a hard time adjusting to the move we had just made from California. In California, Asians and Eurasians aren't unusual at all, but the kids at that hick base town in coastal North Carolina made me feel like I was a visitor from another planet. Not a welcome visitor, either. I got called all kinds of names at school: "Jap" , "Chink", "Half-Breed". The girls were the cruelest. I think it was jealousy, because I know now that I was really starting to blossom (even if I do say so myself ) But I wasn't blonde, being 1/2 Japanese and 1/2 Caucasian. I wasn't a cheerleader type; I was too quiet. So as far as they were concerned, I was a freak. There were some guys I really liked, and I think they would have liked to go out with me,. But they were too afraid they'd be made fun of, like me. I spent a lot of time in my room alone, which I think is why I started masturbating so much. I was still a virgin, but I was already finding out that I had a really high sex drive. I would come home, tell my Mom I was going to do homework, lock my door and spend the next hour or so with my fingers between my legs biting the pillow to keep from screaming. My fantasies usually involved some jock from the football team, but every now and then I'd imagine my fingers were a gently licking tongue between my legs and suddenly realize with a shock that I was imagining that tongue belonging to a girl. This would always make me stop and burst into tears, wondering what was wrong with me. All in all, I was pretty miserable until I met Carol. Mom and I had gone by Dad's office on the base to take him something he needed from home. When we got there, Mom left me in the outer office while I just hung around. Suddenly, I heard a female voice saying "Shitfuckgodammnit to HELL!" I looked up to see a blonde woman about 24 or 25 years old, pounding on a the top of a battered old typewriter and muttering in frustration. She was absolutely gorgeous, with full, soft blonde hair down to her shoulders, green eyes and a wide, generous mouth. If anything, her mouth was a little too big, but her brilliant smile and full, sexy lips more than made up for it. She wore a conservative business jacket over a white blouse,neither one of which did anything to hide her big, firm breasts. She looked up and saw me staring at her. She gave me a lazy, lopsided grin and I felt my stomach turn over. "Sorry, hon," she drawled in a soft Southern accent. "But this friggin' typewriter should have gone out in the Goddamn trash years ago." She held out her hand. 'I'm Carol." "Laura," I said as I shook her hand. I couldn't figure out why my knees seemed suddenly weak. "Oh, yeah, the Colonel's daughter," she said. She grinned. "Guess I better watch my language.'Less you like to hear me talk dirty." Her words formed an incredibly erotic image in my mind and suddenly I realized that was exactly what I wanted. I wanted to hear that sexy southern drawl saying every filthy thing I could imagine while doing things I couldn't even bear to think about. She saw the look on my face and she looked startled for a moment, then she smiled again, but this time there was an unimistkable glint in her big green eyes. "Well, well, well," she said softly. "What have we got ourselves here?" It was all I could do not to crawl under the desk and plunge my face between her thighs right then. At that point, my Mom came back and told me it was time to go. When I said goodbye to Carol, she gave me that megawatt smile again, winked and pressed a piece of paper into my hand. I looked at it. It was a phone number. When I got back home, I went immediately to my room to "do my homework." I barely had time to get my bedroom door locked before I was on my bed, my jeans and panties on the floor, my legs splayed wide and three fingers in my pussy. This time, it was different. Instead of some vague female form, my fantasies had a face: Carol's face, looking up at me from between my legs with those sexy green eyes as her long tongue moved hotly over my pussy. I imagined her pausing between licks to talk dirty to me like she had joked about, telling me how much she loved my nasty cunt and how she was going to fuck me good. I came and came, harder than I ever had before. Part of what was getting me so hot is I knew I could make the fantasy come true just by picking up the phone. She knew what I needed even better than I did and her giving me her phone number proved that she was willing to give it to me. After what seemed like twenty orgasms, I calmed down. I felt awful, realizing that I was so turned on by a woman. I started crying, thinking that this meant I must be a lesbian. I could never, ever, tell my family. But at the same time, I knew that I was going to call Carol. I had to have her. When I called the number that evening, a woman answered the phone. I could tell right away that it wasn't Carol. My heart sank, thinking that Carol might already have a girlfriend. But the woman didn't seem upset that I had called, she put Carol on right away. "Hey, hon," Carol said brightly. "I was just thinking about you. I wanted to know if you wanted to come by for dinner tomorrow night." "Sure," I said, my heart pounding. "Great," she said. "I'll get Beth to cook us up some of her tarragon chicken ." She chuckled. "It'll be some goood eatin'" . There was no mistaking what she meant. I was so flustered I forgot to ask who Beth was. Probably the maid, I figured. The next night, I arrived at 7:00 on the dot. I was dressed for the hot weather in a pair of shorts and a thin blouse. After thinking about it a little bit, I had decided not wear a bra and I could feel my nipples pressing against the sheer fabric of the blouse. I figured if Carol couldn't get that signal, then she was blind. I was startled when a striking redhead answered the door. She looked to be about 30 years old. She was dressed in a green silk robe that clung to her voluptuous body. She intorduced herself as Beth, keeping her eyes slightly downcast as she let me in. I walked down the short entrance hall into the living room, where I found Carol stretched out on the couch, drinking a glass of wine with her feet up on the arm of the sofa. She was dressed in a silk robe similar to Beth's except hers was white with a green floral pattern on it that was the same shade as her eyes. "Hey, hon," she waved at me casually. "C'mon in and kick back with me." I settled in a nearby easy chair. "Beth, get Laura a glass of wine, " Carol said. Beth bowed her head slightly and went into the kitchen. I was trying to figure out what was going on here. If Beth was the maid, she certainly didn't dress like one. The redhead brought me my glass of wine, still not looking up. She had the bottle with her and went over to refill Carol's glass. As she did, Carol looked at me and winked. "Got her well trained, don't I?" she said. Then she shocked me by running her hand up Beth's thigh, up under her robe. Beth closed her eyes as Carol openly fondled her in front of me. A small moan escaped her throat. I was so surprised that I nearly dropped my wine glass. Carol saw the look on my face and laughed her deep throaty laugh. "Dont worry, sugah," she said. "Beth's not my girlfriend. Beth is my slave, isn't that right?" "Yes, Mistress," Beth moaned in what sounded like mingled lust and humiliation. Her hands were trembling and she seemed about to drop the wine bottle. Carol withdrew her hand and gave Beth a firm slap on the rump. "So get back in the kitchen and finish our dinner, slave!" Beth obeyed. My mouth must have been hanging open, because Carol gave me that sexy grin again. "Beth and I have been together about a year now," she said. "We have to be discreet, of course, but I guess you know about that." She chuckled again. "So, how long have you known you're a lesbian?" That shocked me out of my silence. "I...I'm not," I stammered. "I...like guys." Carol's smile never wavered, but there was steel in her voice as she said. "So why are you here? And why were you looking at me today as if you wanted me to lick you all over that tight little body of yours?" Once again, her words struck an image in my head that rendered me speechless. "I...I...I stammered. I was saved when Beth came in and started putting food on the table. As we got up to go into the dining room, I noticed there were only two places set. Carol and I took our seats and Beth knelt beside Carol. "No, Carol said casually. "Go over and kneel by our guest." Beth looked up at me and I could see her eyes for the first time. They were a beautiful, startling shade of blue. "Yes, Mistress," she said softly. She rose gracefully and knelt by me. I was uncomfortable at her closeness, but I was excited by it, too, and by the way she kept her eyes submissively downcast the way she had for Carol. "If you want her to have anything to eat," Carol said. "You can either feed her with your fingers or drop it on the floor. And she will do anything you tell her to do. And I do mean anything. Beth," she said, raising her voice slightly. "You will obey Laura in everything, just as you obey me. Do you understand?" "Yes Mistress," Beth murmured. I was really getting excited now. The thought of having this beautiful woman kneeling for me and under my complete command was giving me goosebumps. Looking down, I could see the down front of her robe and ogle her big tits. She was even more stacked than Carol, at least a 38 DD. I wondered what it would be like to fondle those big breasts roughly, to pinch them and squeeze them and hurt them until she screamed for mercy. I looked back up at Carol, who was looking at me with an amused glint in her eyes. "Nice, aren't they?" she said. "Now eat your dinner." We ate and talked for awhile. The dinner was delicious, but I was conscious of the redhead kneeling beside me, and I didn't forget to occasionally slip her a morsel of food, which she acceptied from my fingers with a murmured "Thank you, Mistress Laura." Every time she did that, It sent another jolt of arousal through my pussy. Finally, dinner was over and Carol invited me to come sit on the couch with her. "Beth can do the dishes later," she said, as she poured us two more glasses of wine. Beth followed me to the couch and knelt at my feet. She looked up at me with those clear blue eyes, eyes that promised instant obedience to absolutely any demand I could make. "Why don't you let Beth give you one of her special footrubs?" Carol said. "You've never had anything like it before, I guarantee." "Ummm...Okay," I said. Beth immediately began to slowly, sensuously, massage my bare feet. She really did have a fantastic touch, and I could feel myself starting to relax as Beth expertly rubbed and caressed my toes. I leaned back on the sofa and closed my eyes in pleaure. Then I felt Beth's tongue join her fingers, licking gently between my toes, and I let out a moan. Carol laughed softly, and I felt her settling on the couch beside me. "She really does have a magic tongue, doesn't she?" Carol whispered in my ear. "You should see what she can do with a pussy. I swear, she can keep a girl on the brink of coming for absolutely hours. And when you do come, it seems like you'll never stop. Why don't you find out, Laura? Why don't you tell Beth to lick your pussy? She'll do it, you know. She wants to do it. She wants to lick your sweet young pussy till you come all over her face. She wants you to fuck her face with that hot juicy cunt. And you want it too, don't you Laura? I can tell by the way you're squirming that your little pussy is hot and dripping. You want it. Admit it." I did want it. The combination of Beth's hot tongue licking my feet and Carol's hot dirty talk was driving me crazy with lust. With a groan, I grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pulled them and my panties down and off in one smooth motion. I grabbed Beth by the hair and roughly pulled her head between my sweaty thighs. "Do it," I ordered. "Lick me. Now." Then I had to bite my knuckles to keep from screaming as Beth plunged her face between my legs and began licking and sucking me with total abandon. I couldn't believe the sensations she was creating. Her tongue was like a flame moving over the swollen lips of my cunt, up and down and over my clit like a wave of molten lava. Carol raised my blouse up and began sucking my erect nipples, using her teeth and tongue to make me gasp with even greater pleasure. She pinned me against the couch with her hands on my shoulders as Beth began working her long-nailed finger into me, then joined it with another and began finger-fucking me. The two women were a great team. They worked together to drive me higher and higher up the pinnacle of pleasure. Beth was as good a cunt-licker as Carol had promised. Just as I thought I couldn't go any higher and was about to come, she would change her rythm or her aim and I would be left gasping and frustrated on the plateau of pleasure before she started driving me even higher. I looked down to see Beth's beautiful blue eyes fixed on my panting face, eyes filled with lust and submission. "Beth, you bitch," Carol hissed. "It's her first time. Stop teasing her and let her come!" Obediently, Beth began concentrating all her efforts on my erect clit while adding a third finger in my pussy. My stomach muscles were hot and tight as I felt my hips begin jerking uncontrollably. This was more intense than anything I had ever felt through masturbation. My whole body began convulsing as I came. I was grunting like an animal as spasm after spasm of ecstasy exploded in my cunt. I had never felt so out of control. Beth showed me no mercy. Just as one orgasm began to subside, she would turn up the heat and in seconds I would be coming again. It went on and on and I lost track of how many orgasms I had. Finally, my pussy semed to become supersensitive and I had to pull Beth's head away. I was gasping and panting as if I had just run a marathon. Beth's face was covered with the slickness of my cum-juice. I looked at Carol. She had shed the robe and was stark naked. Her breasts were huge and firm , topped with silver-dollar sized nipples that were erect and almost seemed to quiver. She leaned over me and I took one of those nipples in my mouth, trying to give her the same kind of pleasure she had given me. "Unnnnhhh..." Carol moaned. "God, Laura ,that's fantastic....suck my tits like that. Beth, get behind me and lick my cunt." Beth obeyed. Soon, Carol was writhing and groaning under Beth's expert tongue, her lush hips moving back agianst Beth's tongue as I explored Carol's breasts, moving from one to the other, sucking and biting her nipples. The harder I bit, the more Carol seemed to like it. "Laura darling, that's so fucking good." she whispered. "But I'm being selfish. We need to give Beth some reward, don't you think?" "I've never...ummm..sucked a woman before," I stammered. "Oh, you will," Carol said. "Ummmm...oh, shit, that's good...but ..Beth needs something else right now...unnnhhh....ohhhh...go to the drawer in the cabinet over there....ahhhh.....not yet, Beth, not yet.....and get out the crop." I got up. My knees were trembling so I could hardly stand, but I walked shakily over to the cabinet. When I opned the drawer, I was shocked at what I saw. The drawer was full to the brim with various toys: paddles, dildos, a long bullwhip, and several things I couldn't identify. I stared in shock at the contents of the drawer for a moment. Then I began imagining the uses to which all these toys could be put and I was suddenly horny again. It amazed me that I could become aroused so soon after the shattering orgasms Beth had given me, but when I thought of using all of this stuff on the buxom redhead, I was as randy as a goat. I located the crop and walked back across the room. Carol had turned over and was on her back with her legs spread wide. Beth knelt between her thighs with her ass in the air. Carol looked up and smiled wickedly at the sound as I swished the crop back and forth. . "That's...ahhh...that's the spirit... " she said. 'Now, give it to her. Give this little red-headed slut what she needs." I stepped behind Beth, my eyes fixed on her big, firm ass. She looked back at me for a second, her eyes wide with fear. "Please mistress," she said in a small voice. "Please have mercy..." "Don't listen to her," Carol hissed. "I'll let you know when she's had enough. Now, Beth-slut, get back to work unless you want the bullwhip this time!" Beth moaned in fear at that, but returned to her licking and sucking of Carol's cunt. I took aim at Beth's ass and delivered a light stroke of the crop. Beth jumped slightly, and a small yelp escaped her. "Not like that," Carol said. Her eyes were slits of sadistic lust. "'Really give the little bitch a thrashing. She needs it. Ummm... More than that...ahhh...she loves it." I struck again, harder. This time Beth squealed in pain. I was surprised to find that I liked the sound. I lashed her again with the crop, raising a red line across those perfect ass cheeks. And again. And again. Beth yelped with each stroke. "Good," Carol panted, "So good." Suddenly I realized that the beating was turning both of them on. Carol was becomng more and more aroused by the sound of the crop and of Beth's screams and sobs, and Beth was eating Carol's cunt even more frantically as I lashed her. The rythmic strokes were like I was fucking them both with the crop, and the thought made me redouble my efforts. Beth was sobbing, Carol was grunting and squirming with bliss, and I was close to coming myself. I suddenly realized that Beth's ass was moving back and forth with every stroke, as if I really was fucking her. At that, I began coming without even being touched as I laid welt after red welt across Beth's buttocks. I was coming, Carol was coming with a piercing scream, and from the way her hips were jerking and spasming, I could tell Beth was coming too. I fell to my knees, overcome by my orgasm. The sensation was so intense that I passed out. I awoke to the feel of someone gently stroking my hair. I opened my eyes and saw Carol looking at me tenderly. Her face was still flushed from her climaxes and her eyes were still slightly glazed. She kissed me then, deeply and lovngly, her tongue stroking and exploring inside my mouth. "That was so beautiful," she whispered as she pulled away. "You really got into giving it to Beth. You looked so wicked. So...so dark. I'm usually a top, but for you, I think I'd bottom anytime. You're a natural." "I don't understand," I said. She explained to me about BDSM: how some people--"tops"--were dominant, others--"bottoms"--were submissive, and how some could switch roles. By the way I had come while flogging Beth, she knew I was a natural top. She explained to me about safewords--code words that told the top when the bottom was reaching her limits. That was the beginning of my sexual education. For my entire senior year, I spent most of my free time with Carol and Beth. Our sex didn't always involve BDSM; I learned how to eat pussy and pleasure a woman's breasts, and I learned a lot about receiving pleasure as well. I learned to love fucking a woman with a strap-on dildo, and spent one long summer Saturday fucking both Carol and Beth into quivering masses of satiated woman-flesh. Mostly, Beth was the submissive one, but on some occasions both Carol and Beth felt the sting of the crop, the bite of the nipple clamps, or the caress of the paddle. There were several times that I served them as the bottom so that I could learn both roles. Those times, Beth took over and surprised me with how dominant and sadistic she could be when the roles were reversed. She gave me a going over that I thought was going to rupture every muscle in my body and reduced me to a quivering slave eager to provide her with any pleasure she desired (and she desired plenty). And on one memorable occasion during Beth's vacation from work, I worked her over for almost three hours with the bullwhip (under Carol's careful supervision) . It usually took Beth several days to recover from that, so it was something the two women saved for special occasions. By the time I left for college, I was a dedicated bitch-goddess, and I still bear the nickname Carol gave me that first night--Dark Laura. "I'm a bitch/ I'm a tease/ I'm a goddess on my knees/ When you hurt/ when you suffer/ I'm your angel undercover" -Meredith Brooks -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----