07 - Carol
After the sit- in lecture with Carol, all of Anne's thoughts and emotions were more mixed up than ever. When she thought about it, it had been exactly as... no, even much wilder and more incredible than she had imagined. That by itself was enough to make her head spin. This was the total climax in a chain of events that actually started just a few weeks ago, when this amazing world was revealed to her the first time. Before that, she would hardly be willing to accept this even as a wild fantasy! And if so, she would probably react with disgust! Imagine!
She appreciated the fact that it was the way she was introduced to it that did the trick.
And, of course, people like Jean. Her extraordinary personality, her incomparable strength and confidence, her determination to take her headlong into the female world of passion and servitude, before she was even able to collect her thoughts enough to think of anything else. And then to meet gracious Pamela, and luscious Mary.
And now Carol!
Carol was the one to make the ultimate mess of her feelings! As soon as she thought of her, the word "predator" popped up in her mind. A kind of cat- woman softly and soundlessly hovering around, waiting for a chance to strike! Those hungry pussy lips could eat you alive! Skin and all!
And that was the cue for her personality as well. An all- consuming attraction that left you weak and defenseless, ready to do just about anything to please her, like she would be some kind of an ancient goddess.
Such irrational notions churned around in her head more or less all the time. And at one point it even frightened her. She realised that Carol's strength was one even to match that of her own number one. A person able to pick up the sword and charge!
Yes! She definitely was a woman maybe even more breathtaking than Jean herself. An entirely different kind of person: different style, different ways, different moves. And the two of them together could fill a room with an atmosphere of unlimited power and energy to an extent that you could feel your ears pop!
Although they seemed to be very close friends and associates, Anne thought she had sensed a certain tension between them. Quite unnoticeable, but still. Something about the way they cast small glimpses at each other.
At a point, she had realised that Jean actually never talked to her about Carol until she suddenly showed up in her office at the last lecture. Nothing about her background, how they came to know each other, and so on.... just her position in their joint business.
This was a little bit odd, because it was clear to her that Carol must have been just as much involved in the training program as Jean herself. Maybe more. As an instructor and coordinator, that is. Beautiful Pamela Vasquez obviously was the lowest rank instructor in the team, and Debbie was more or less a program graduate that was taken in for further assistance – if that was the word for it. And finally there was the cast of volunteers that Jean had talked about, ladies more than willing to help them out as training objects during lectures. Anne still only knew Mary, but she had understood that they had quite a number of women on hand, when they couldn't handle it all themselves.
But why hadn't Jean introduced her with the same kind of background information as she had done with the others? How in fact
did
she get involved?
Anne got the chance to ask one evening when the two of them stayed behind in Carol's office. The glow from the setting sun seeped in through the blinds to lay soft illuminating stripes across the lady's white shirt as she half laid back in her huge, leather chair with one leg over the armrest, the other up on the desk. She had returned from a meeting in one of her other companies in the afternoon and was wearing a fabulously looking dark blue suit with brown high heeled shoes and an overwhelming pearl necklace. She took Anne's breath away just by showing up in the hallway of the institute.
They had already enjoyed their favourite pastime for quite a while, with Anne nuzzling between the peach- skinned thighs and gently tonguing the long, gaping slit of that predator- hungry pussy. Nothing too elaborate yet, just a relaxed enjoyment of loving, controlled caresses: tributes to the elegant, cool maturity of this extraordinary woman.
Carol had been chatting lightly about the program and what an impression Anne had made in it, but for the last minute or so she had just urged her to gently massage her nipples under the shirt as she let her head sink back and just enjoyed the sensations fluttering throughout her body. Relaxed breathing and small, wet, slopping sounds was the only thing to be heard. An occasional small jerk in a rounded thigh. Although she tried to play it cool, the girl's ministrations made hot fire jolts mixed with a lava flow of intense melting sensations trickle mercilessly through Carol's body.
"Carol?"
"Mmmmmmmm?"
Anne made sure she had her tongue in firm contact with the base of the clit as she gradually increased the pressure with the tip of her tongue, ready to release and then push back again.
"How did you and Jean get to know each other?"
"Didn't Jean tell you?"
"Mmmmm no..."
Carol tried to collect her thoughts as a new series of tongue flicking over her clit made her belly and thighs cramp sweetly in pleasure. It wouldn't be long now until she would not be able to resist the urge to start grinding her glowing slit against that hard working mouth.
"Well... we actually knew each other from way back... when she was still a young gymnastics and fitness teacher. At the time she was very active, - I'd say almost fanatic - in her health- focused life style. I was much more of the lazy type, and since we were both lecturing gymnastics, we had our regular fights over how things should be done."
"It was later, when her marriage started to falter, that we became close. I actually never asked her..... but I think that one of the reasons was her thing with the girls in school. Actually, more or less, her growing orientation towards her own sex. And I don't think her husband ever was a part of that new direction of hers. The two of us kind of found each other in our mutual attraction to our pupils. These are things you notice very easily when you're sensitive to.... those kinds of signals."
Carol's attempts to relax got further challenged as Anne joyfully started her very special deep tongue penetrations.... veeeery gently but firm, to vary the intense flicking of her partner's clit. That damned girl and her irresistible special skills! At the same time the fingers stimulating the aching nipples increased their speed. The lady had to lay her head down to the side and let her body relax totally for a little while to regain some control before she continued.
"She probably told you about her divorce, and how she moved and started all over again. She did these things all by herself. It wasn't until about a year later that she suddenly showed up at my door at home one evening. I lived in North Park Road at the time. At first I thought she had gone crazy as she sat down and immediately started talking about women's right to be properly served, and how she had discovered what fantasy fulfilment was all about. I almost got a little frightened and considered calling my husband. Her eyes were kind of wild and I could hardly recognize her earlier self."
Anne almost forgot her lazy tonguing for a moment. Carol was married? She had no idea! True enough she hadn't had the chance to ask yet, but somehow she had pictured her as an extremely strong and independent woman.... a roaming tigress seeking her prey at the open hunting grounds. To satisfy her hunger. Definitely not the one who walked her children to school!
"She talked for several hours. At the end her image had changed totally, from that of a total looser to a possible big winner. What sounded like an impossible dream, all of a sudden materialized as a real possibility, even for me. And as soon as she recognized the realisation in my eyes, she promptly offered me a role in her concept that would make me a very happy lady as well. Ooooh, how I remember that blissful thrill when I realized what that could mean for my insatiable hunger for these young girls. Their red mouths and pink tongues... aaaaaaoooohhhhh...."
There was at least a long minute of laboured breathing and small gasps as she took a well deserved break to absorb the passions of her memories in combination with the effect of Anne's increased efforts. The two had a perfectly unison rhythm, their small and lazy movements fully coordinated to form some kind of a higher unity - a unity of mutual pleasure.
