Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It did not/will not happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such.
Lesson #10: Girl-On-Girl
Starring Ashley Benson & Cara Delevingne
Codes: Cons, FF, Squirt, Oral, Toys
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The camera faded in slowly on a couple seated at a kitchen table. Locked in a close embrace, the two drop-dead gorgeous women were engaged in a vigorous makeout session. Glossy lips smushed together. Sloppy tongues writhed beneath the surface of smooth shiny rosy cheeks. Those wriggling pink mouth organs left scant traces of saliva behind as they worked across shimmering lips. The presence of the camera went ignored as the smooching continued unabatedly. Someone coughed off-screen. It went ignored. They coughed again, louder. Still ignored.
"EH-HEM!" Someone positively shouted from off-screen.
The couple broke apart with a start. "Oh! Didn't know we had started filming! 'Ello there. Name's Cara Delevingne." Said the one on the left, her posh and proper British accent at odds with downright dirty fuck-me eyes she had leveled straight at the lens.
"And I'm Ashley Benson." Said the one on the right, in sultry, husky tones that were all American.
"We are here today on location in our very own Los Angeles home with the season one finale of everyone's favorite series,
Sex-Ed For Dummies!"
Cara said, her hand mischievously disappearing beneath the table to do who knows what. "Today's lesson? Some good old girl-on-girl action! We're going to show you, the viewer, how one woman properly pleases another. Doesn't matter if you're a lesbian, bisexual or even just some boring heterosexual bloke. All can learn." And then, as though considering something for the first time, her face scrunched up in deep thought, thick eyebrows contracting almost comically. "Actually, men? Pay attention most of all. Most of you wouldn't know where to find the clitoris if the point of your pecker was pressing against it."
Ashley nodded all too solemnly and added, "We've been wanting to do this lesson since day one, but we had certain demands. And we are pleased to announce that the higher-ups at
Sex-Ed For Dummies
have graciously accepted. Going forward, at least half of the production crew for every lesson will be comprised of women!"
"Thank God. It was a real sausage fest over there." Cara said, rolling her eyes. "And of course, we've got an all-female crew here today. No boys allowed." She waggled a finger at the camera. A girlish giggle sounded from somewhere.
"We definitely don't need no dicks. Even if we did, we must have a thousand fake ones lying around here." Ashley said, shrugging carelessly.
Indeed, over their shoulder in the background of the shot, one such realistic veiny-looking dildo was randomly suction-cupped to the wall. Another bright pink ribbed one rested casually on top of a countertop. A third bulbous black one lay with a bunch of bananas resting in a fruit bowl.
"Oh please Sprinkles. You know I can get you off with nothing but this." Cara said, using her lover's given pet name sticking out her tongue between two fingers, stimulating cunnilingus. "Or even just this." She stuck up her pinky finger.
Ignoring her, Ashley asked the camera, "How about a little tour first?"
The camera followed the pair, hand-in-hand, out of the kitchen and were led through room after room of the impressive estate. Although the dΓ©cor was elegant, it was difficult to appreciate. Instead in every frame, the eye couldn't help but search out plastic phalluses. It was a
Where's Waldo
of rubber wangs and silicon vibrators. Some peaked up from between couch cushions, others were strewn haphazardly across the floor and still more poked out from flower vases like a bouquet of big fake dicks.
"We really should have cleaned up first." Ashely said, biting her lower lip anxiously.
What little decoration the viewer could focus on were mostly nude paintings, various fertility statues, collections of vagina-themed artwork and countless books on lesbianism. While wandering around the finished basement, the camera paused at a solid looking door, left slightly ajar. Even a cursory glance inside showed off enough leather padded walling to make a cow flee in fright at the very sight of it. Strapped to the walls all around the room were even more dildos, vibrators and butt plugs of every size and shape imaginable, but that was just the tip of the sex toy treasure trove. Ropes, whips, chains, ball gags, handcuffs, feathers, nipple clamps and what was either an incredibly realistic dummy or a woman in a full gimp suit securely chained, in a compromising position, to a bench seated next to a hanging swing and a sturdy looking stockade.