A New Position Pt 03

Part III

The story makes more sense if you read the first two parts, but you do you. :)

Disclaimer:

This story is set in 1930's America and reflects cultural norms for that time/place. Some of the characters here act and speak in a manner that is sexist/racist. I promise they'll learn better by the end of the story. :) Also, a couple of the characters here are based on real people. Please don't sue me if I turned your great-great-grandma into a sex goddess. :P

Flagstaff, 1929

"Oh, you ARE a big boy!" Tala said. She bent over the bed and reached into the unruly bush, looking for the base. "Gotcha."

She tugged with both hands, and a particularly large specimen of celery came out by the roots. She was almost done harvesting her autumn vegetables from the garden bed.

Elizabeth came marching into the clearing with a basket tucked under one arm, talking to herself animatedly. Her hair was un-tied and blowing around wildly, and she weaved around awkwardly avoiding gopher holes.

Tala looked at her with concern.

"Sorry I'm late," Elizabeth said when she noticed Tala staring. She plopped herself down on the edge of the garden and started to dig up one of the plants.

"Are you okay? You look like you were just ravished by a band of wild savages."

"Ha ha," Elizabeth said sarcastically. She wasn't in the mood for humor, but the irony of Tala, who was an actual savage, making THAT comment wasn't lost on her.

"Well... you're close," she continued. "Just one." She glanced up, giving her friend a meaningful look.

"Clyde? Um... isn't that a... good... thing?" Tala asked.

Elizabeth took a deep breath and sighed heavily. "Almost."

"Almost?" Tala laughed in spite of herself, earning a dirty look from her frustrated friend. "Do I need to schedule you another doctor's appointment?" she snickered.

"No!" Elizabeth stared up at her madly. "No! Ever since that damned appointment..." she trailed off, evidently thinking better of what she was about to say.

"What?" Tala arched an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued.

Elizabeth whispered conspiratorially. "Ever since that damned appointment... Every. Single. Morning. For over a week!"

"That sounds pretty good to me," Tala replied. A vision of Clyde's cock springing free from his pants danced across her mind's eye.

"Ugh. It's so short, skinny, and white," Elizabeth stated.

"What?! I saw Clyde at the doctor's office, and he is NOT short OR skinny!" Tala looked up at her friend incredulously.

Elizabeth held up a tiny, malnourished-looking carrot that she had just dug up. She screwed up her face in an expression that might have meant 'look-at-this' or possibly 'explain-yourself.'

Tala glanced at the offending vegetable, and opened her mouth, but no words came to her. She felt her face growing warm.

Elizabeth started to giggle. She had never seen Tala look embarrassed before.

Tala laughed hesitantly. "Why didn't you just... finish... yourself?"

"What? I... I wouldn't know how!" It was Elizabeth's turn to blush.

"Wuuti Qootsa!" Tala exclaimed in her native language. "Are you joking? Please tell me you're not serious?"

Elizabeth turned her body away from her friend, reflexively adopting a defensive posture. "It's a..." Her voice tapered off. "It's a sin!" she whispered. Even as she said it, she thought it sounded lame.

"Please!" Tala rolled her eyes towards heaven. "The only way Jesus is going to stop me, is if He comes here down here to finish the job Himself!"

Elizabeth took a step backwards, jaw dropping, hands moving to cover her gaping mouth. She glanced nervously towards the heavens, checking for fire and brimstone, hoping she wouldn't get blasted if God struck Tala down right there on the spot. A hawk that circled above them seemed unconcerned.

Tala laughed at Elizabeth. She couldn't help but like the woman. She found Elizabeth's innocence somehow endearing. Tala had an instinctual urge to... to what? Protect her? No, that wasn't quite right. Tala thought that what Elizabeth needed was experience. She needed to be stripped of her innocence, before some evil person came along and shattered her into a million pieces. She needed to be... seduced... corrupted. The thought was exciting. Tala wondered - was this what attracted Clyde to her in the first place?

"Whaat?!" Elizabeth said, bringing Tala back to the world. "Why are you looking at me like that?

"Like what?" Tala smiled.

"You're like a shark watching a tuna!" Elizabeth said.

Tala widened her grin, showing as many teeth as she could, embracing the role of hunter. She waggled her eyebrows at Elizabeth and reached out, taking her by the hand. "Come on!"

Elizabeth let herself be pulled along. "Where are we going?" she asked, giggling as she went.

"To eat tuna!" Tala deadpanned, before chuckling at her own joke.

Elizabeth was dragged in Tala's wake, offering no resistance as she was led across the clearing, over a round-topped hill, and up a crooked path that was lined with volcanic rocks. They were both still laughing as they arrived at one of the cabins.

"Oh, is this your place?" Elizabeth asked breathlessly. She had mostly acclimated to the elevation, but her forced march had been at a quicker pace than she was used to.

"Take your shoes off," Tala commanded, opening the door and stripping away her own shoes. "Come in."

As Elizabeth stepped into the dim cabin, her eyes strained greedily to see everything. She was curious what an Indian's cabin might contain. As her eyes adjusted, she found the room to be a mixture of strange and familiar things.

The main room was dominated by an enormous four-post bed that had obviously seen better days. The posts were made of ornately carved wood, a fancy European style of some sort, but they were all scuffed up. The bed might have had a canopy once, but no longer. It seemed big enough to accommodate a whole family. The middle was an ocean of quilts and blankets, none of which were quite large enough to cover the whole mattress. These came in bright reds, oranges, and yellows that seemed foreign, but the overall effect was warm and inviting.

An ordinary chest of drawers stood to one side, but it had two items on top Elizabeth found odd. The first was a piece of stained pottery, from which thin lines of questionable smoke emerged. The second was a small statue that Elizabeth found very ugly. It was made of polished red rock, and lines had been carved into it creating the image of a woman on the outside. But it lacked any contours. It was essentially a half- foot-long smooth stone that tapered to a dull point, a poor representation of a human.

"Is that... an idol?" Elizabeth hazarded.

"No." Tala shook her head and sighed. "No. Come here," she said firmly. At the base of the bed was a Queen Anne's style sofa, with fancy clawed feet and upholstered seat. It had arms but no back. Tala sat down on it and patted the space beside her.

Elizabeth smoothed her skirts out as she sat down. Towards the far away wall, she espied a large, modern-looking desk and hutch with a roll-top. Papers were stuffed haphazardly into a zillion different cubbies.

"What you need..." Tala said, as she took both of Elizabeth's hands in her own, "is release."

"Oh..." Elizabeth looked mortified.

Tala pre-empted her objection. "BUT! Since you cannot go to see the doctor all the time, we will have to find a different way."

"What way?" she asked, finding that she could not shrink away from the swarthy woman who held her hands fast.

"I can think of three ways," Tala said matter-of-factly.

Elizabeth breathed a sigh of relief when Tala released her hands and stood up.

"One!" Tala ticked the first item off on her fingers. "You have GOT to learn how to masturbate properly."

Elizabeth grimaced and stared intently at the heavy curtains, pretending to study them.

"Two." She slowly paced towards the white woman. "We can teach Clyde to fuck you better." That elicited a small chuckle, but Elizabeth didn't turn to face her.

Tala rounded on her friend, putting her hands on her shoulders, and turned her, forcing their eyes to meet. This was the moment, Tala thought. She was the shark. She had cornered her prey.

"Three." She looked into Elizabeth's blue eyes. "I can be your doctor." There was a pause that seemed to stretch out to the very stars.

At last, Elizabeth replied, "And you would..?"

"Yes."

"But... you're not a doctor," Elizabeth meekly objected.

Tala shrugged. "I know how to do this. I do it all the time."

"And would I... pay you... for... for this?" Elizabeth asked.

So... Elizabeth WAS interested, Tala thought. She smiled. Now they were just negotiating.

"It isn't your money I'm interested in," Tala said. "You can owe me a favor. Agreed?"

"I -- okay." Elizabeth agreed a little too quickly. She was feeling woozy. It was probably the smoke. Either that or the short, dark, powerfully-built woman who was towering over her. Yeah, that smoke was *definitely* suspicious, she decided.

"Hold on," Tala said. "Before you agree, I have a couple of conditions."

"What are they?"

"When I am... doctoring you," Tala said, "you will treat me as you treated Doc Raymond. You will relinquish control of your body. You will obey my commands."

"Will Clyde be there?"

"He'll probably be sleeping."

"It's better that way," Elizabeth whispered, more to herself than Tala.

"Also, I will touch you in some ways that Doc Raymond did not. I am not a man. I will not man-handle you. I will touch you as a woman," Tala continued, "do you understand?"

"Yes."

"So... will you obey me?"

"I..." Elizabeth gulped. "I will."

"Good," Tala said, "We start now. Take your shirt off." She stood over the older woman imperiously, one eyebrow arched, as if daring her to disobey.

Elizabeth let out a small squeak. Her hands flew to the top button of her blouse. Her hands trembled as she fumbled with the buttons. It took far too long, but eventually she shed the thin garment, throwing it on the bed awkwardly.

She glanced up, seeking affirmation, but Tala was frowning in disapproval. *What did I do wrong?* Elizabeth wondered.

"I hate corsets. Here, stand up," Tala ordered, taking Elizabeth's hands and pulling her up into her arms. She seized her hips and held her against her body. "In the future, when I am doctoring you, you will not wear a corset."

"Okay," came the breathy reply.

Tala used the hips she was holding to spin Elizabeth away from her. "Turn round" she whispered in Elizabeth's ear, though she had already forced her to do it.

Elizabeth giggled at the warm breath on her neck and in her ear, and at the body pressing up against her backside.

Now it was Tala's turn to struggle, as she untied the bodice and began unlacing it. When at last it came free, she reached around Elizabeth and untied the skirt, pulling it to the floor. She took a step back.

"Now, turn around."

Elizabeth turned around slowly, a blush creeping from her face to her chest. She held her hands over her breasts, hiding them. Tala took a step towards her and put both hands on the sides of her face, looking at her kindly.

"Sweetie, you don't need to be embarrassed of your tits." She caressed Elizabeths jawline before gently taking Elizabeth by her wrists and prying her hands away. "These are lovely. Besides..."

The savage woman stepped back, grinning mischievously. "I've got a pair of my own!" She pulled the stretchy fabric at her neckline down abruptly, popping her own bosoms out into the open. "Now we're even. Does that make you more comfortable?" she teased.

"No!" Elizabeth exclaimed, but she was laughing. Her companion's nipples were round and chocolate-y. "They're so dark..." She involuntarily extended a hand, but then pulled up short as her brain reminded her of propriety.

"Yours are SO pink," Tala responded in her earthy accent, reaching out and cupping a boob with no regard for propriety whatsoever. Her palms made light circles across the pale flesh.

"Ah! So! What shall I d.d.do... doctor?" Elizabeth stammered, mentally retreating to the safe fiction of a professional relationship, even as her nipples stiffened, and warm feelings worked their way down her torso towards her tummy.

"We should un-dress," Tala said. She was the doctor now. *No, the shark,* her brain corrected, relishing the sensation of power.

*We?* Elizabeth wondered, as she turned her back meekly and doffed her skirts. She crossed her hands in front of her pink-bits, assuming the Fig-Leaf position before turning to face her friend.

She found that Tala had stripped nude and assumed the Peter-Pan-pose -- hands on her hips, legs spread wider-than-was-practically-necessary, her chin raised defiantly and a dazzling smile on her face.

Elizabeth tried not to stare at Tala's genitals, but they were displayed so proudly it was hard not to look. Her beaver was bald and brown, and the skin darkened where it crinkled. Her inner lips glistened blackly.

Tala made a small thrust with her pelvis and laughed when Elizabeth visibly flinched. "Come on!" she cried, snatching Elizabeth's wrist once more, and dragging her to the sea of blankets.

Elizabeth watched as a couple of pillows were hastily arranged against the headboard as a support. "Sit!" Tala ordered.

"Here?" said Elizabeth, taking the place prepared for her.

"This," Tala explained, "is where **I** masturbate."

Elizabeth felt herself flushing as Tala plopped herself down on the opposite side of the bed, Indian-style. "Should I...?" she began.

"We're going to play a game of follow-the-leader," Tala interrupted. "Watch me and do exactly what I do." Tala slowly splayed her legs, buttressing each leg by wadding up some of the quilts under her knees. She watched as Liz's eyes dropped to look at her private bits. She slid a hand down her stomach to her snatch and parted both sets of lips, exposing herself lewdly. "Or maybe show-and tell... your turn."

Elizabeth's body took the opposite posture, legs and arms folding inwards like a hermit crab retracting into its shell. She heard Tala's tongue cluck in disapproval, which was somehow even more embarrassing than the impropriety of her current situation.

"I thought you were going to obey me?" Tala questioned, and then added a command. "Spread your legs."

"Okay! Okay." Elizabeth willed her body to un-ball itself. *This is ridiculous* she thought to herself. *I am a grown woman. I am in a private place. Tala is my... doctor?* That last word struck her as being somehow wrong, but she steeled herself and determined to get herself through this. Elizabeth opened her eyes, and then her legs. She looked Tala in the eye as she reached down, pulling apart her pussy in imitation of the Indian woman. Her eyes dared the other woman to disapprove.

Tala looked at Liz's exposed sex and smiled. She leaned in. She was cheek-to-cheek with Elizabeth. She trailed her nose up the side of her head until her lips breathed hotly in the other woman's ear, and whispered, "that's better."

Elizabeth's hard demeanor melted at the warmth invading her ear. She felt disappointment as Tala leaned back to make eye contact.

"And THIS..." Tala grabbed Elizabeth by her pussy, grasping her mons with one hand and tugging on it gently, a finger slipping between her folds. "THIS is not gross. I am not grossed out by this." She shook her head for emphasis.

Elizabeth gasped. Whatever control she had a minute ago evaporated.

"THIS is a delight. This is de-sirable. Dee-licious. You understand?" Tala demanded.

Elizabeth made a mewling sound and pushed her pussy against the palm of Tala's hand.

"That's right, sweetie," she whispered, leaning back in. She slid two fingers down Liz's slippery slit and pushed them into the sopping hole. She was rewarded with a small gasp. She blew warm breath into Liz's ear and felt her tremble; nipped her ear with her with her teeth and heard her cry out softly. Withdrew her fingers and rammed them home. She was a musician now, playing her instrument. She was going to play this woman a symphony she wouldn't soon forget.

"Aahhhhhhhhh...." Elizabeth hissed as she bucked against the hand. "How are you so good at thisssss?"

"Hmmmm..." Tala purred, tracing her nose against Liz's jawline, planting little kisses on her neck. "Perhaps... it is because I..." She paused for effect. "AM A SAVAGE!" She jumped on Liz bowling her backwards, and play-bit her shoulder, making growling noises.

Elizabeth burst out in surprised laughter. "Oh no!" she mocked, pretending to be the helpless princess in the tower from one of her books. "Whatever shall I do? Shall I call for help?" Tala was now working her way down her collarbone towards her breast with small kisses and bites and more animal sounds.

"I don't think I need any help," Tala quipped, reaching the pink nipple she had been angling towards and attacking it with her tongue. She pushed her fingers as deeply into Liz's twat as she could and curled them up towards where her palm was pressed hard against the bone. *Mine* the animal part of her mind shouted in triumph as she grasped Elizabeth by the pelvic bone.

Elizabeth nearly climaxed right there, but Tala suddenly ceased sucking on her nipple. Wild dark hair suddenly blotted out her vision, and the two women were face-to-face. When Tala kissed her... it was the best kiss she could remember... soft lips rubbing back and forth, a trace of teeth, a gentle sucking on her lower lip... Was it always like this to kiss a woman? The kiss broke, leaving her breathless but wanting more.

"I think..." Tala said, "that you should just let me EAT YOU!" She slid down, growling and nibbling at a breast.

Elizabeth began to laugh at the playful assault but was cut off by warm feelings as Tala began to lift her lower body, using her pubic bone as a handhold. *My god... she literally has me by the genitals* Liz thought.

Tala slid down as Elizabeth rose up, until her mouth was positioned just over her the upturned pussy. She opened her mouth and looked for Liz's eyes.

Elizabeth's eyes widened as she realized what was about to happen. Her mind told her to lower her hips, and close her legs, and cry 'no!' But, as Tala blew hot breath directly onto her overstimulated clit, her body betrayed her. Her hips went up rather than down. Her legs splayed wide. Her mouth cried 'yes!' She came as Tala's hot wet tongue slithered forcefully up her slit. Her vision went black, and then white, and then stars burst behind her eyelids.

Tala lapped at the quivering cunt like a dog stuck in the desert without water for a week. She nosed Liz's clit around and ran her tongue up and down between her sets of nether-lips. Her fingers rammed the needy cunthole earnestly until her new lover collapsed back to the mattress in a heap, squeezing her head between her thighs. She kept pressure on her G-spot until the twitching stopped, and the legs began to part.

As Elizabeth's vision came back to her, the first thing she noticed was Tala kneeling between her legs, licking her fingers, and smiling like the cat that swallowed the canary. Her face was wet and her nose was red.

"Are you... finished?" she asked.

Elizabeth stretched lazily, and blushed. "Yes," she said coyly.

"Noooo," the exotic voice contradicted. Tala smiled evilly as she shook her head meaningfully.

"No?"

"No."

As Tala leaned her face back down towards her privates, Elizabeth automatically parted her legs for her. Tala grabbed two handfuls of her meaty ass, spread her cheeks, and licked from her asshole to her clitoris.

"Ah! No!" Elizabeth bucked and twisted away. "Why would do that? That part is..."

"Dirty?" Tala finished her sentence with a question. "You still have another orgasm for me. Come here! I am your doctor!"

Elizabeth was really starting to wonder about that last part, but she found herself obeying the orders anyway.