Janet's Tongue

Firstly, I want to thank all of you who commented that I don't need an editor. That gave me the courage to continue. However, when I try to put what I'm fantasizing about into words, they elude me. That's when I would like someone else to write sensual, sex scenes for me. Mine still come up short when compared with the better Literotica writers. Bear with me. I'll keep trying to reach the level of writers like Laura (Lauralifeisshort)

That said, I was able to talk Laura

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into editing this chapter (six). Unfortunately, she has time constraints that prevent her from editing additional chapters; therefore, I continued to self-edit the remaining chapters - seven through ten - that are completed and ready to submit.

Janet's Tongue ch. 6

Olivia shook her head, "Our lives are hectic all the time. Appearances, fundraising, campaigning. It never ends. Sometimes we need some time away from each other, just to stay in touch with ourselves and to stay sane," she explained.

"I didn't know. I'm sorry for assuming. I meant no disrespect," Janet said.

Olivia shook her head and waved dismissively. "No worries. I understand, I just wanted to know what you thought, and you thought what any respectable woman should think."

Andrew returned with two bowls of lobster bisque and set them down in front of the two women.

"So," Olivia said taking a spoon in her hand, "tell me about yourself, Janet."

Well, there isn't much to tell," Janet answered nervously. "I grew up and went to school here, and I've been having a difficult time finding a job since I graduated from college. That sort of sums up my life."

"And now you're here with me," Olivia said with a pleasant smile.

"Yes, Ma'am," Janet nodded.

"So not only was this a last resort, this is your first assignment, right?" Olivia asked, knowing the answer.

"Yes," Janet answered, glancing down, "but I have had...training."

Olivia raised her eyebrows quizzically and asked, "Training? What training, specifically?"

"Well, you know...like...being intimate," Janet stammered before taking a spoonful of soup into her mouth.

Olivia smiled. She couldn't deny that she had found Janet alluring at first sight. She was adorably cute and so naive, and Olivia was pleased to learn that she had a good head on her shoulders too. But the night was young and Olivia knew there was still much to find out. "I understand that you're a virgin, right?" Olivia asked, looking directly at Janet.

The direct question made Janet shudder. "Yes ma'am," she answered demurely. "It's embarrassing. I hope that won't be a problem."

"Have you broken your hymen yet?" Olivia pressed further.

"My hymen? Um...no. I don't think so," Janet responded, clearly flustered.

"Has your pussy ever bled from pushing things in?" Olivia prodded, not letting Janet off the hook.

"No...I mean...well...I've never pushed anything inside myself," Janet admitted.

"Not even a finger or two," Olivia asked, genuinely surprised/

"No...ma'am," Janet said quietly, blushing at her own inexperience.

Janet went back to eating her soup quietly, worried that her answers might be upsetting Olivia. The older woman's face was stoic, and she gave no clue whether the information was good, bad, or indifferent.

Although Janet couldn't read Olivia's face, she found her increasingly attractive as she learned more about the governor's wife. She wondered if Olivia was content with Janet so far, She thought back to some things Roxanne had told her - ask questions to put the ball in the other person's court.

"May I ask how your day was, ma'am?" Janet asked.

"Exhausting. Frustrating. Monotonous," Olivia said in a resigned tone.

"But you were productive, weren't you?"

"I was," Olivia shrugged.

"Then it was a good day," Janet said hopefully.

"I guess it was," Olivia said without feeling.

Andrew returned carrying a silver platter and placed beautifully-adorned plates of grilled salmon and asparagus spears in front of each of them and collected their soup bowls. "Madam, there is a call from Miss Barnes for you," Andrew informed Olivia. "Would you like me to take a message?"

"No, I'll take it, Andrew. Thank you," Olivia said, and she stood up. "Finish your dinner, Janet. I'll only be a minute," Olivia said firmly, but in a pleasant voice.

"Yes, ma'am," Janet replied, and she ate the rest of her dinner alone. The rich, savory food was so delicious that it almost brought tears to her eyes. She couldn't remember a meal that had ever tasted so good. Olivia still hadn't returned by the time Janet finished, but Andrew collected the dishes and placed a decorated sorbet in front of Janet.

"Excuse me, but is the First Lady still occupied?" Janet asked.

"Yes, miss, she is. Would you like me to give her a message?" Andrew asked in his formal tone.

"Oh, no, that won't be necessary," Janet said. "Thank you, sir." She was in awe that she had been served a delicious dinner by a butler. Her present financial circumstances even ruled out a waitress serving a poor meal. Other than what Margritte had bought her this morning, she had been surviving on bread, cheese, and apples for weeks until her money ran out.

"Is there anything else I can get you?" Andrew asked. Janet smiled and told him that she was fine. The man bowed politely and carried the dishes away, leaving Janet alone again. As she enjoyed the sorbet, she wondered about what was to come. Her heart beat faster in nervous anticipation, and Janet hoped that she would satisfy Olivia's expectations.

The wait wasn't long before Jessica came into the dining room. "If you're finished, the First Lady would like you to wait in the upstairs guest room," Jessica said.

"Oh. OK. Sure," Janet said. She stood up and followed Jessica up the stairs and down a hall into a room Jessica opened for her.

"You can wait in here," she said curtly to Janet. "Ms. Olivia will join you when her business is concluded."

As Janet marveled at the rich furnishings, Jessica left the room and closed the door behind her, leaving her in a bedroom sparsely furnished with a queen-sized bed, a dresser, ornate mirrors, and a velvet cushioned bench at the foot of the bed. There was also an adjoining bathroom, and Janet went in and turned on the light. The bathroom was spacious, with tiled walls, and double basin sinks with waterfall faucets that came straight out of the wall and flowed into the bowls. It was very beautiful, Janet thought, as she slid her fingers along the marble countertop. Janet heard the door close in the bedroom and stepped out to see that Olivia had returned.

"I'm sorry ma'am. I was just admiring your bathroom" Janet almost apologized.

Olivia sat down on the bench and patted it next to her. Janet walked over and sat down, trying to be as graceful and confidant as she could. Olivia immediately ran her fingers through Janet's hair. It was soft and silky, thanks to the magic of the salon stylists.

"Have you ever had a boyfriend?" Olivia inquired.

"No ma'am.... I was the nerd in school, and I - I never developed - up here," Janet said, gesturing toward her A-cup breasts. "I suppose that I'm so short that boys just overlook me, or maybe they think I'm too little to - um - have sex with," Janet divulged, unable to suppress a nervous giggle.

"Any girlfriend?" Olivia pushed on.

"No, Ma'am."

"Do you like girls?" Olivia asked directly.

"I've never thought about it before," Janet admitted truthfully.

"And yet, you're willing to have sex with me - a woman."

"It's a matter of expediency," Janet countered. "I really had no choice, but I'm happy - elated - that you're my first. I'll my very best to please you no matter my sexual orientation."

Olivia nodded and brought a hand down to the neckline of Janet's dress and undid the first button. Janet looked down at Olivia's hand, and her nervousness grew as did her insecurity.

"Hey?" Olivia said lifting Janet's head by her chin, "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking...that I hope very much that I'll meet your expectations," Janet said, her concern obvious in her voice.

"What if I told you that you already have?" Olivia asked. "Would that put you at ease?"

"It would~!... I mean, have I? Oh gosh, I hope so." Janet's heart and mind were both racing.

Olivia smiled and placed her hand on Janet's cheek, then leaned in to kiss her on the lips. Her lips were soft, supple, and warm. When Olivia pulled back, she looked at Janet, "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"No. Not at all, it was nice. I liked it." Janet said excitedly.

Olivia kissed her again and slipped her tongue into Janet's mouth, pressing her tongue against Janet's. Surprised, Olivia broke the kiss. "Show me your tongue, sweetie," Olivia said.

Janet self-consciously slipped her tongue out slowly, and Olivia watched as more came out until it reached the bottom of Janet's chin. Olivia looked at it -- surprised, amused, and intrigued.

"Why don't you slip that delicious piece of meat into my mouth," Olivia said. Her comment sent a jolt of electricity through Janet, and she brought her face up with her protruding tongue closer to Olivia's face. Olivia opened her mouth and felt Janet's tongue slide into her mouth.

Janet obviously was nervous and unsure of herself, but Olivia encouraged her as she felt Janet's tongue sliding on top of hers until it almost touched the back of Olivia's throat. Olivia gently sucked on Janet's tongue and closed her eyes to savor the long, thick slippery muscle writhing in her mouth.

Like most things in life, there is an unbalance that is either too much or too little. Olivia thought that she would never find a tongue that was too much, but the flesh filling her mouth was beyond her imagination. But Olivia was enjoying it, even as saliva leaked from Janet's mouth and dripped off her lips onto both of their chins. She sucked Janet's tongue until she almost swallowed it. Janet felt as though Olivia would tear it loose but could only grunt her dismay. Although it hurt to have her tongue sucked so hard, it also elevated her libido. She felt wetness on her inner thighs.

Olivia slipped a hand under Janet's dress hiking it up as she felt Janet's smooth bare thighs. When her hand reached Janet's crotch, Olivia was surprised that Janet wasn't wearing panties. She pushed Janet's legs apart and stroked her fingers up and down between the girl's labia, eliciting a sensual moan from the younger woman. Olivia did it again and Janet arched her back and groaned. Olivia brought Janet's body down against the bench and plunged a finger into Janet's virgin pussy through the opening in her hymen.

Janet yelped and blinked wide-eyed bringing both of her hands over her mouth. Olivia moved her finger, taking care not to tear the girl's hymen, enjoying the feeling of Janet's very soft, velvety vaginal lining. Olivia slid off the bench and knelt, slipping a second finger into Janet's pussy, stretching the hymen even further taking care not to tear it: then, leaned in to run her lips over Janet's clit. Janet let out a deep throaty moan that signaled a mix of pain and pleasure. Olivia looked up at Janet's face and saw that she was shocked that the experience was painful, but also that she was experiencing a new kind of pleasure. Olivia smiled and returned to probing Janet's delicate inner tissue.

Janet knew what an orgasm felt like and what it felt like when one was approaching, but her previous masturbations never felt anything like what she felt in the moment. Janet could feel her ears flush with blood, and her body was hot and rigid. The sexual tension made her unable to relax and flex her joints adding to her urgency.

"Mmmmm mmmm Oh~! Oh my~! mmm agghh," Janet moaned.

***

Olivia knew Janet was close, and she thought about her own teenage first explosive orgasm. It was completely by accident as she lay in bed one night thinking about the boy she had a crush on. Olivia had been turned on and her clit was engorged. When her hand brushed it over her t-shirt under the covers, she discovered the joy of clitoral stimulation. She immediately probed the spot and began to rub her swollen clit as the feelings of pleasure grew relentlessly. Olivia had no idea what actually was happening, but she remembered vividly thinking, "This feels sooo good~!" - - and then the explosion.

***

Janet's orgasm did not build slowly to a peak; rather, it was more of a powerful burst of sexual pleasure that caught both her and Olivia by surprise. She made a strange guttural sound that came from deep inside her throat, and that she would come to associate with her own bliss.

AAAaaauuuuuggghhhhaaaaaauuugggghhhhhhhhhhhh..." Janet's ecstatic moan filled the room. Her back arched, then relaxed, and her legs squeezed tightly together clasping Olivia's head between them. "Oooohhhhhh...ma...ma..." Janet tried to speak, but the syllables stuck in her throat. ""Ma...ma'am...pl-please," Janet gasped.

Olivia stopped licking Janet's clit and fingering her pussy, until the younger woman's body slowly relaxed into a puddle of flesh. Olivia gently pulled her fingers out of Janet's pussy through her stretched hymen and tasted the girl's fluids on her fingers. "This is delicious virgin girl juice," Olivia whispered provocatively as she moved back onto the bench next to Janet.

Janet was overwhelmed by the evening's events, and she could hardly believe that she was watching Olivia suck her fingers that had just been inside her vagina. She was dazed and blinked as she tried to comprehend what she had just experienced. Janet had never been so cognizant of her sexual feelings and sensations. Her nervousness, unfamiliarity with sex, and the remnants of her orgasm combined to jumble her thoughts.

"Have you ever come before?" Olivia said.

"No. I mean, yes.. but nothing like that." Janet blurted, almost laughing. "That was...it was...I don't think I can describe it in words. I never knew I could feel something like that," she mused. Janet sat up straight, fighting to compose herself. She looked at Olivia. "Thank you, Ma'am," Janet said genuinely. "That was...amazing and... delicious," she said and giggled again, a little embarrassed.

Olivia chuckled at Janet's amusing demeanor, and she very much enjoyed having given Janet that special experience. Janet glowed, her skin still flush from her orgasm. Her petite, dainty body soothed Olivia in a way she had not felt in quite some time - a time when someone had pounded her into sexual oblivion. While she had had interludes with various men during her hectic and travel-filled itineraries, those encounters did not put her at ease. They had only left her unsatisfied - her itch unscratched.

Olivia moved in close once again and kissed Janet on the lips, again feeling Janet's soft lips and feeling Janet's petite, warm body against hers.

When they broke off, Janet looked sheepishly at Olivia and asked, "Would you like me to...you know," Janet said motioning downward with her head, "pleasure you?" Olivia couldn't help but smile at Janet's awkwardness, but she nodded affirmatively. Janet slipped off the bench, knelt in front of Olivia, and started to reach toward Olivia's skirt, but she hesitated.

"May I, ma'am?" she asked expectantly.

"Of course?" Olivia responded with some curiosity.

Janet stood up, took Olivia by the hands, and helped her to her feet. Olivia stood much taller than Janet and she enjoyed looking down on the nubile girl. Olivia saw that Janet was nervous, but cheerful, as she began unbuttoning Olivia's blouse. After Janet opened the last button, she reached around Olivia's body to unzip her skirt. Janet could feel herself growing excited from being so close to Olivia and in anticipation of what she was preparing to do.

"Hurry up, Janet," Olivia said playfully, "Don't make me wait."

"Yes, Ma'am," Janet said, now a bit more at ease. She found the zipper and the unzipped skirt fell around Olivia's ankles. Janet finished opening Olivia's blouse and carefully pulled it off her shoulders and set it on the bench. Janet could not help but admire the governor's wife, standing in front of her in yellow, lacy lingerie. Janet was stunned to see just how fit Olivia was. She clearly was in her prime, even though she was close to forty years old, much older than Janet at twenty-two. Olivia's body was toned and well kept.

"The governor must show how much he misses you when your schedules permit," Janet said in the spur of the moment, eliciting a smile from Olivia but no comment. Janet unclasped Olivia's bra and pulled it off her shoulders to release her fulsome C-cup breasts. Janet caught her breath, trying to process the fact that the beautiful wife of the governor was standing in front of her wearing only her panties. More than that, Janet knew that she was there to satisfy the First Lady sexually, and she also knew she wanted very much to do just that.

Janet lowered her head and took Olivia's right nipple into her mouth and suckled gently, holding the breast in her hand. Olivia sighed and immediately put a hand on the back of Janet's head. Janet looked up at Olivia, who saw a pretty petite girl with big innocent eyes desperate to please her. Olivia was taken by the nubile girl's luminous face, and her obvious desire to please her. Janet pulled away from Olivia's nipple, and smiled shyly -- almost submissively -- at Olivia, before moving to suckle her left nipple which was already stiff and hard. Olivia felt sexual energy sparking in her midsection, and it spread into a wave that made Olivia shudder down to the soles of her feet.

Olivia used one hand to press Janet against her left breast, urging her to suck more into her mouth. With her other hand, Olivia rolled her swollen right nipple between her fingers. Janet stood in front of Olivia, bent over, and put her arms around Olivia, resting them on Olivia's hips. The older woman held Janet's face tightly against her breast. Olivia was aware that Janet was arousing deep desires inside her. Janet had similar feelings, and she was surprised how intensely erotic it was to be with this woman.

Olivia pulled her breast away from Janet's lips, and when Janet's long tongue reached for one last lick, Olivia gasped, and her eyes blazed with sexual energy. Olivia grasped Janet's dress with both hands and pulled the dress roughly apart, ripping buttons until it fell off Janet's body and down to the floor. Janet realized that Olivia was very aroused, as Olivia stared at Janet's stiff engorged nipples protruding from her small breasts. Olivia swooped in hungrily and took one in her mouth. Janet moaned from the sensation of this beautiful woman swirling her tongue around her nipple.

Janet was surprised as Olivia suddenly picked her up and lifted her off her feet while still continuing to suck on Janet's breast. Olivia's athletic body allowed her to easily carry Janet. Janet put an arm around Olivia's neck for balance until Olivia laid her body lengthwise onto the firm mattress.

Olivia knelt on the bed and leaned over to suck Janet's breast. Janet unconsciously opened her legs and felt the cool room air rush across her very moist pussy. She ran her fingers into Olivia's hair while the First Lady devoured her breasts, small enough to fit inside Olivia's mouth when the woman sucked hard enough. Olivia sucked the girl's entire breast into her mouth, let it slide out, and sucked it back into her mouth again, repeatedly. Olivia stopped sucking the girl's breasts and returned to sucking her nipples

Janet gasped for air as Olivia's teeth began sinking into her nipples and areoles. Janet stared up at the white ceiling amazed at how pleasurable all of this was, especially knowing who it was that was enjoying her body. Janet didn't know if it was seconds, minutes, or hours that passed, but she felt every sensation as Olivia worked over both of her nipples several times.