Chapter 2

Diane's mother watched the pair with mounting horror. She had seen all the action; her darling daughter suckling on the huge mammaries, the woman working her way down Diane's slender body and now, Merciful Heavens, the woman was doing unspeakable things between her legs. How could her daughter - so sensible and proper about sex - be allowing this to happen? Not only allowing it but actively participating. Diane's moans and cries of pleasure caused her mother to flush from head to toe. She knew she should look away. She wanted to look away but, somehow, she could not tear her eyes away from the disgusting scene being played out before her.

Worse was to come. After her daughter had obviously cum, she watched in sick fascination as, without to much urging, her daughter dived between the black woman's thighs and began to return the favour. She felt her bile rise as the woman put her hands on Diane's head and urged her on with sighs and cries of pleasure.

"Now there's a hot sight," a voice said beside her.

"What?" she said, swivelling her head to see the intruder. She had been so caught up in the activities on the bed that she hadn't heard anyone enter. A tall, slender black girl was looking at her.

"I said Mom and your daughter are a hot sight."

"It's disgusting," the woman spluttered. "My daughter is a good girl. She wouldn't do such sick, perverted things unless she was forced."

The girl turned to survey the scene on the bed. "Don't look like she's being forced to me," she said coolly. She swung back to face Diane's mother. "Which bit in particular is disgusting? That my mother is black or because she's a woman or because she's fucking your daughter?"

"All of it. It's sick. Filthy. Perverted."

"Oh, really? We'll see about that."

Before Diane's mother could take that in, the black girl had released her from her bonds. Without giving her a chance to recover, the girl had grabbed her by the hair and was dragging her down a corridor.

"On the bed, bitch," the girl commanded, opening a door and pushing the woman roughly inside.

She stumbled across the room and fell on the bed. Her mind refused to take in what was happening to her. The girl grabbed her wrist and pulled her over until she was on her back. To her horror, she felt something circle her wrist and her arm was pulled above her head.

"No. Please," she whimpered.

Her other arm then her legs were treated the same way and she lay, spreadeagled on the bed, her wrists and ankle securely fixed. The only difference between this and her previous situation was that she was now prone.

The girl stood back and surveyed her. Under that appraising stare she felt herself flush. She was aware that her most private parts were vulgarly exposed for inspection.

"Not bad," the girl said. "Not bad for a honky bitch. What's your name?"

She almost refused to answer but realised it would do no good. This vicious girl would not let her away until she had defiled her utterly. "Faith," she muttered.

"Faith? Well I sure hope you got some, girl, 'cos it's going to be plenty tested." The girl grinned insolently. "Now you watch me."

Slowly she began to remove her clothes never taking her eyes off Faith's. The older woman watched in sick fascination as the girl wriggled out of her top. She had no bra and her small, taut breasts sprung back into shape elastically as they pulled free of the garment.

"You like?" the girl grinned, flicking her hands over her breasts and making them bounce. "Sure don't take after Mom, do I?"

She undid the button on her skin-tight jeans and slid the zip slowly down, dipping her hand between her thighs.

"You wanna see my pussy?"

'No!' Faith's mind screamed but she couldn't tear her eyes away.

Slowly, the girl inched the jeans down, rolling her svelte hips as she did. Bending, she pulled them off at the ankles and stood, arms akimbo, clad only in high-cut black lace panties staring defiantly at the blonde woman on the bed.

Faith stared back, taking in the sleek brown body; trim and athletic. She took in the square shoulders, the high, proud breasts, the narrow waist, the gently flaring hips and the long, slim legs. The girl hooked her thumbs in the waistband of the panties and slipped them down over her hips. Between her thighs, her mons was completely bare. Faith stared in mortified fascination. She raised her eyes to the high cheekbones, the hot, brown eyes, the broad, flaring nostrils, the rich, red lips and the thick, black hair. Despite herself, she had to admire the girl's animal good looks. She reminded Faith of a colt she had seen once - beautiful, brown and sleek.

Almost as if she knew what Faith was thinking, the girl smiled. Not a pretty smile - a feral one. Faith looked into her eyes again and shivered. 'Not a colt, ' she thought. 'A panther. A she-panther on the hunt.' She began to tremble.

The girl strutted slowly, insolently to the bed and looked down at her victim.

"I wonder if I should whip you first," she said, almost to herself. "Would you like that? To feel the sting of the lash on that fine white skin? Those big, soft, breasts?" Faith's fear must have shown in her eyes for the girl smiled that feral smile again. "No? Perhaps not. Perhaps I should keep that in case you're not a good girl. But you are going to be a good girl, aren't you?"

Mutely Faith nodded. She had no idea what she was to be good at but the thought of being whipped was enough to make her agree to anything the girl suggested.

Without warning the girl jumped on the bed and straddled Faith's head. "Now we'll see how good you really are," she said. "Start licking."

She grabbed Faith's hair and pulled her head up. Faith's mouth was suddenly filled with the girl's sex, her nose pressed tightly against the bald mons. A hot, sweet, musky odour assailed her nostrils making her feel giddy.

"Lick, I told you," the girl demanded, shaking Faith's head.

Faith really had no idea of what to do. She had never experienced cunnilingus, either as giver or taker. She refused to let her husband go down on her. Genitals were dirty. No right-minded person would put their mouth there. Now she was being made to commit the unthinkable on this black girl. She gagged and nearly retched but fear drove her on. 'Lick, ' her tormentor had said. Very well, she would lick.

She stuck out a tentative tongue to meet the bald labia. It was not, as she had imagined, an unpleasant sensation. She licked again.

"C'mon, bitch, get stuck in. Or do you need a taste of the whip?" the black girl ordered, grinding her pussy against Faith's face.

Suddenly fearful, Faith began to lick for real. Under her ministrations, the labia parted and her tongue slipped into the wet pink interior. Realising what she was doing, Faith nearly gagged again but fear drove her on.

"That's better. Now find my clit."

Faith at least knew where that was. She searched with her tongue until she found the hooded nub. She was rewarded with a groan from the girl.

"Lick it. Suck it. Bite it."

Frantically, Faith did as she was ordered while the girl rode her face like a cowboy on a bucking bronco. The girl's clit slipped from it's hood and swelled and stiffened. Faith had never seen a clit so she wasn't aware that the girl's was particularly large, swelling to nearly half an inch long.

"Go on. Suck my clit, you white whore," the girl commanded.

Faith took the rubbery thing between her lips. For a fleeting moment she contemplated biting on it hard but the thought of the probable consequences banished the thought almost before it had formed. Instead she worried it between her lips, teased it with her teeth. She was not really sure if this was what she should be doing. Having sex, she couldn't think of it as making love, with another woman was not something that existed in her universe. The girl seemed to like it though, for she cried encouragement, urging Faith not to stop. Her movements grew more frantic, her cunt grinding against Faith's mouth and chin and nose as her passion mounted. Faith hung on to the clitoris grimly - there was little else she could do. Her mouth ached, her neck ached, her head ached. The girl rode her face to a shuddering climax, clutching Faith's hair painfully, clamping Faith's head between her athletic thighs and dribbling hot, sticky fluid into Faith's mouth. Faith was forced to swallow. The fluid burnt its way down her throat. Faith was sure it would poison her and only just managed to prevent herself retching.

At last the girl released her head and rolled off. Drawing racking breaths, Faith burst into tears. Never had she been subject to such humiliation. Other than being forced to eat excrement, she could imagine no dirtier activity than placing her mouth over another's genitals, male or female. Why, if Bill, God rest his soul, had even hinted at such an activity, she would have divorced him for certain.

She became aware of the girl stroking her tangled hair and turned her tear-stained, cum-soaked face.

"Sorry," the girl said. "That was a bit rough but I needed a cum badly. Watching Mom and your daughter was a real turn-on. You thirsty?"

Without waiting for an answer she bounced from the bed and returned with a glass of water. Cradling Faith's head in her arm, she helped her to sip. Faith gave her a small, grateful smile. She was absurdly conscious of the girl's presence, her nudity, the soft touch of her elastic breasts.

"Better?" the girl asked. "Now we'll take it easier and I'll show you how to do it properly."

She swivelled round and swung her leg over Faith's head facing her feet. 'Oh, no, ' Faith thought. 'Not again.'

The girl smiled over her shoulder. "You just copy my actions. I'll show you how you really love a woman." Suddenly the girl's head was between Faith's spread thighs and her fingers were at her labia. She was faced with the sight of the girl's brown cunt and muscular bottom, the brown labia glistened with cum and saliva, the soft inner flesh was a delicate shade of salmon pink. The darker brown, crinkled hole of her anus winked at her. Faith's mind screamed at her, 'No! No! It's wicked. Depraved! You can't do this!' But she had no choice. She was a prisoner and her gaoler seemed determined to drag her down into the pits of corruption in which she so obviously wallowed.

The girl waggled her butt. "Come on. Get busy. Copy me."

She felt the girl's hair brush her thighs then her lips against the soft skin. With a mental sigh, Faith twisted her head, brought her mouth to the velvet brown skin and began to mimic her tormentor. She was acutely aware of the girl's slim brown body above her, of the small, pointed breasts pressing against her stomach, of the slender, taut thighs straddling her head.

The girls kissed and licked Faith's inner thigh, slowly working her way higher. Faith copied her actions, the girl lowering her butt to assist. Slowly and teasingly, the girl moved up Faith's thighs until she was only inches away from Faith's hairy mound. And Faith was hairy. She reluctantly shaved her armpits and legs as it would have been out-of-place not to, but the idea of trimming her bush never even occurred to her. Although her pubic hair was thick, it was fine and blonde and, secretly, Faith was rather proud of it.

The girl circled the outside of Faith's cunt with her tongue. She didn't really like hairy pussies but she liked white bitches too much to let it put her off. She'd shave it off later, if Mom would let her keep this one. She smiled as she felt Faith's tongue circling her smooth, hairless cunt in imitation. Yes, it would be nice to keep this one and train her properly.

Faith copied the girl's actions. She tried to suppress her natural repugnance and do it properly. She was at the mercy of this girl and the thought of what might happen if she didn't please her made her tremble. Actually, if it wasn't for the smell, it wouldn't be too bad. The girl's skin was smooth and soft and the firm muscles beneath made her seem almost like a boy. But the smell... Faith had never liked her feminine odour and kept herself scrupulously clean at all times. How could anyone enjoy kissing such a smelly part of the body?