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It was December 16, and Daniel busied himself choosing ornaments from the boxes carefully stored in the attic. He loved Christmas more than any other time of the year. Yesterday, his mother had taken him to the “cut your own tree” farm they always used when his father was still alive, and together they had chosen a wonderful spruce with long needles and bright, fir scent. It perfumed the entire house as they mounted it in the stand, watered it, and began to decorate with the basics. He knew the routine. String the lights first, replacing any burned-out bulbs, mount heavy ornaments like the angel top, and then the rest was up to him. The small fireplace in the living room was off-limits until this time of year. Daniel had carefully selected his pieces of wood, placed them correctly inside, opened the damper and lit the match. With a burst, the dry wood took hold and began to crackle, spark and snap. It was heaven to him as he watched the flames grow, then added three larger pieces which he knew would burn throughout the evening. His mother was working the 3-11 shift that day at the hospital, so Daniel knew that he could fully enjoy every moment of the experience as he gently pulled out a treasured bulb that he had made when only five years old. It was a simple red globe, store-bought of course, that he had pasted a picture of his dad onto, along with some glitter reading “I love you.” He looked at it lovingly, wondering what life would be like if he were still alive. Daniel missed him terribly. Nonetheless, he continued to unpack the various ornaments, strategically placing them on the tree so that it wasn't cluttered. Now came the finishing touch; tinsel. He was painstaking in his draping of tinsel, making sure that each strand fell in a perfect line from north to south. Once finished, he turned off all the lights in the living room except for one small lamp, and admired his work. Certainly, his mother would be pleased when she came home later that evening. As Daniel put the boxes away, he noticed that it had begun to snow. It was one of those glorious snowfalls; not a breeze to be found, almost warm outside, and snowflakes the size of dinner plates gently drifting down from the sky. With everything in order, he threw himself onto the couch and, gazing at the soft lights, let his mind begin to wander. It was 6:00 when Daniel heard the doorbell ring, giving him a start. Stumbling up from the couch, he made his way to the door while glancing at the clock, wondering who might be there at this odd hour. Most people would be eating dinner now, a completely inappropriate time for anyone to visit. As he opened the door, he saw a figure clad in a dark Navy pea-coat, covered with the large snowflakes still falling from the heavens. The dim light didn't allow him to see the face clearly and he became apprehensive, remembering his father's instructions about dealing with strangers. “Evening, kiddo,” he heard the man say. Immediately recognizing his voice, Daniel froze in place, stunned, unable to speak. Oh, God! Could it be true? Coming to his senses, Daniel was able to mutter his usual greeting. “Hey, Carter,” he said as his heart began to race. “Well, are you going to invite me in, or just let me stand out here and turn into a snowman?” Carter asked with a smile. “I...I'm sorry,” Daniel stuttered. “Please, come in.” Carter stamped his feet and shook off the wet snowflakes. Once inside, he took off his coat and hung it on the rack, then took off his boots. “What are you doing here?” Daniel asked, still in shock. “Well, we get Christmas break in college, too. I'm back at home for a week or so visiting my folks and friends, but thought I'd stop by and give my boyfriend his present,” Carter said as he reached under his baggy sweatshirt and pulled a small package from his waistband. It was nicely wrapped, but it didn't take much imagination to figure out that it must be a book. He handed it to Daniel saying, “merry Christmas, kiddo. You want to open it now?” Daniel's heart fluttered when he heard Carter call him his boyfriend but said, “no, I'd like to save it for Christmas morning.” He turned around and walked over to place it under the tree. Standing up, Daniel quietly said, “but I have no gift for you,” feeling terrible and thoughtless. Carter walked up behind him and put his hands on his shoulders. “That's not true, Daniel,” he said. Turning him around, he gazed into his eyes and whispered, “you're my Christmas present, and I'd like to open it now, if that's okay with you.” Daniel put his arms around the back of Carter's neck and pulled himself up onto his chest, wrapping his legs around his body. At first startled by the rather dramatic response, Carter held him tightly, putting his right hand under his tiny rump and holding his small frame close in his strong arms. Daniel buried his face into Carter's neck and ran his hands through his hair, still wet from the giant snowflakes. “If I'm your gift, open it now. I've missed you so much. Oh, Carter, please love me, even if it's just make believe. I don't care if it's a lie, but please say that you love me,” Daniel begged as he held him even tighter. Carter understood what he was asking, but didn't agree. Daniel had had his first physical encounters with him, which surely exaggerated his feelings. He also knew of his introverted and sensitive nature, the loss of his father and dread of anyone else knowing that he was gay. In simple terms, he was starved for love. “Daniel,” he said quietly, “I won't do it. There is no playing fake with me. You are my boyfriend and I care about you a great deal, but you should only hear those words from someone who really and truly means it, and that isn't me. I know that it seems impossible to you now, but that person does exist. You just need to find him.” Carter was afraid that his blunt response might ruin everything between them, but was certain that his honesty was crucial now more than ever. There was complete silence as Daniel continued to hold him in a tight grip. As the fire crackled, he slowly released his clench and let himself drop from Carter's chest. “Do you want me to go?” Carter softly asked. “No, Carter, please don't. No, not now. After all, you haven't opened your gift yet,” Daniel pleaded as he lifted his head and kissed him on the lips. Carter returned his kiss passionately. This was no peck, no baby kiss, no smooch. He wanted Daniel badly and knew that he wanted him as much in return. After a deep, long kiss, he pulled back and began to unwrap his gift. Daniel was wearing a plaid, flannel shirt over a light tee. Carter slowly opened each button of Daniel's shirt, pausing to lock eyes with him after each one. “Sometimes, I like to open my gifts carefully,” Carter said seductively. Daniel just stood motionless as he felt the buttons open until the shirt was gently slipped from his body. Throwing it aside, Carter said, “but other times, I enjoy tearing them open like when I was a kid.” Daniel's pulse was off the charts as he felt Carter grab the neck of his cotton tee-shirt, lean down and bite a notch into it with his teeth. Then, using his strong hands, Carter ripped it open down Daniel's chest, finally pulling the remnants away. Dropping to his knees, Carter paused to take in the beauty of Daniel's smooth, hairless body. He pulled his own sweatshirt off, revealing a firm, muscled chest lightly covered with fine, short hair. Although they had sucked each other off last summer, this was something new and more erotic to them both. Daniel was lost, his mind unable to focus, as Carter undid the snap and zipper, pulling his jeans down to his ankles and gently lifting his feet out of them. Carter slipped off Daniel's socks, and looked at the sweet boy in front of him, clad only in his white briefs. “Are you sure that you want me to open this gift, Daniel?” he asked, wanting to be absolutely certain that he was okay with where this was going. “Oh, Carter, do it now...right now,” Daniel implored, his eyes closed. Carter gently lowered Daniel's briefs and pulled them from under his feet. Daniel was now 15, and he noticed that he had grown a bit since August. Not much, but maybe a half inch. His skin almost glowed in the dim light cast by the tree and fireplace. Carter couldn't resist that smooth body any longer, and kissed the center of his chest. Daniel's body jolted as he felt the moist, warm lips against his skin. Carter softly kissed and licked his chest, sliding down to his stomach, then back up his chest again where he licked and suckled on his little nipples. Daniel's breathing increased and he grabbed Carter's head, running his hands through his hair yet again. “Oh, God, I can't stand it,” he gasped. Standing up, Carter stripped off his jeans, boxers and socks, then put his arms around Daniel and pulled him into a tight embrace. Their stiffening cocks were locked between them as they began to kiss each other sensuously. Carter dropped his head onto Daniel's neck and held him in an almost crushing grip as he ran his hands over his back and round, firm ass. He was amazed at the softness and how his hands easily slid over the smooth skin. He had never felt satin sheets before, but this is certainly what they must be like. As he kissed and licked Daniel's neck, Carter took in the unique boy scent like an aphrodisiac. Boys smell different than men. Even sweaty, their aroma is less pungent, more neutral and even sweet. Carter briefly recalled his high school biology class, remembering that it's called a pheromone that lures a mate. Why think of that now? It was because Daniel had that naturally sweet smell, and it was driving Carter wild. Daniel was also lost in his own world. He didn't know how often he had fallen asleep at night clutching his pillow, kissing it, wishing that it was Carter or his imaginary lover and wondering what it would feel like for real. Now, he finally knew. Their bodies pressed together, he was almost delirious as he felt the warm, lightly-haired man holding him so tightly, feeling his skin against his own. Daniel was awash in passion, emotion and pleasure, also taking in his man scent; musky, deep, earthy. Their cocks now raging hard against each other, Carter released his tight grip and laid down on the floor, taking Daniel with him. The Christmas tree lights softly glowed, and the fireplace now burned brightly as Daniel's perfect choice of wood took hold. The larger pieces lit up, falling onto the bed of embers below, increasing the heat radiating onto them. Turning his small body around into a 69 with Daniel on top, he slipped his young cock into his mouth and began to suck. Daniel did the same, sliding his mouth over Carter's cock head while holding the shaft in his hand. Slowly and deliberately, they both started dining on each other. Carter, however, didn't spend much time on Daniel's cock. Instead, he was hungry for his ass. He probably enjoyed eating pussy most of all, but running a very close second was rimming ass, especially smooth, hairless boy-butt. He let Daniel's cock slip from his mouth and pulled his ass into his face. Carter had to admit to himself that he'd been wanting this for a long time. It was sheer delight as he was finally able to enjoy his gorgeous buns. They were soft, yet firm, almost like marshmallows. He slowly kissed and licked his little cheeks, then spread them apart, running his tongue from his balls up the length of his crack. He flicked the tip of his tongue around the little bung, then wormed it inside. Daniel moaned as he felt Carter tongue-fucking and sucking his ass, but didn't stop running his own tongue around the crown of Carter's dick, teasing the sensitive underside, then taking it back into his mouth. Carter reluctantly abandoned his ass-feast and again took Daniel's cock into his mouth, grabbing his butt and pushing him into his face, encouraging him to fuck. Daniel took the cue and started thrusting into his mouth as Carter applied enough suction to almost make it difficult for him to move his cock. He jammed into Carter's hot, wet mouth with increasing speed. The pressure on his cock was so incredible that Daniel could no longer concentrate on sucking Carter's dick and pulled off, holding it against the side of his face. He continued to face-fuck Carter, ramming his entire cock into his mouth and slapping his balls against his nose. “Oh, you fucker...you fucker!” Daniel grunted as he humped his face and rubbed Carter's cock against his cheek. His body shuddered, his breath came in short gasps and his cock exploded, shooting jet after jet of thick, creamy boy sperm into his mouth. “Ohhhhhh,” Daniel moaned as he continued to thrust, draining his balls into him. Carter kept up the phenomenal suction and let him fuck, swallowing every drop as his reward for giving good head. His mind reeling after the most violent orgasm of his life, Daniel pulled his softening cock from Carter's mouth and turned around, cuddling tightly against Carter's chest, slowly getting his breath back. “Forgive me, Carter, please don't be angry. I didn't mean to call you a fucker...it just came out,” Daniel said with genuine remorse. Carter chuckled and said, “it's okay, Daniel. Dirty talk happens all the time, and it told me I was doing a good job.” Daniel leaned in and kissed Carter's lips, taking his hard cock in his hand and beginning to stroke. Pulling away slightly, Daniel stared into his eyes and whispered, “I want you to fuck me. Right now.” Carter could see the passion in his blue eyes. “Are you sure? I'm kind of big and you're pretty small. It might hurt, maybe even a lot,” he replied honestly, yet wanting it more than anything. “It may not be so bad. You see, I've...well...sort of been practicing,” Daniel quietly said, rather embarrassed. Carter smiled and pulled him onto his chest. He kissed him gently, now wanting to ease Daniel into this new adventure. They exchanged soft touches of their lips as Daniel slid his firm ass over Carter's raging cock, feeling the ooze of pre-cum greasing his hole. Although 7.5”, he knew that Carter's dick was slender, and wanted it inside him, no matter what the pain might be. Unable to wait any longer, Daniel gave him a deep kiss, then raised himself up to his knees and took the hard cock into his right hand. He pressed the head against his little hole, and gently let his weight fall onto it. “Owww,” he chirped as he felt it penetrate the tight opening, but held it there for a few moments as his muscles relaxed. It took every ounce of willpower Carter had to keep from blowing right then. He couldn't believe the insane heat and tightness of Daniel's boy ass. Almost like an animal, he wanted to pull him down and fuck him senseless, but managed to remain in control. Daniel slowly dropped himself down, accepting perhaps half of his rod into his virgin ass. Carter instinctively put his hands on his little hips, but didn't force the issue. Slowly, Daniel began to ride his cock, taking only as much as he could handle at any time. Settling a bit deeper, his body was torn with shocks of pleasure when he reached the limit and his buzz-button was touched. “Oh, yes...yes...yes,” Daniel hissed as he rode him harder and faster. Carter simply couldn't take it any longer. “You fucking little bitch, you're going to get it all now!” he panted. Convulsing together, Carter erupted into him with gushes of boiling cum, pulling him onto his chest and wrapping his arms around his small frame. He continued to shoot the last bit of gravy he had into Daniel's little ass until his dick began to soften, then slipped it out and leaned against the base of the couch, gasping for breath. Daniel nestled himself into his warm body and gently kissed him. “Are you okay?” he asked ironically, remembering the first time they were together. “Now it's my turn to apologize,” Carter said, still recovering. “You're not a little bitch...it just came out. See how things can happen?” he explained. “That means I must have done a good job, right?” Daniel asked, and held him closer. “Oh, boy, that's for sure,” is all that Carter could muster. Basking in the warmth, the fire slowly continued to burn down and the tree lights glimmered as they held each other closely, now sharing nothing more than soft kisses. “Did you find another guy at college?” Daniel asked. “Yes, I did,” Carter replied. “Tell me about him,” Daniel said. “Oh, he's just an ordinary guy who lives in the same dorm.” “Do you love him?” Daniel softly asked. “No, I don't. We just fool around once in awhile, that's all.” Daniel was happy to hear that. “And what about you? Have you found someone?” Carter inquired. “Sort of. I mean there's this guy in my class that I really like. His name is Peter, but he doesn't know I exist,” Daniel sighed. “You have a crush on him?” Carter asked. “I think so,” Daniel mumbled. “Then you need to make him know that you exist,” Carter replied. “It's going to be up to you.” They fell silent and continued to hold each other, watching the fire burn, occasionally emitting a snap and pop. Carter could feel Daniel's grip loosen around him and his breathing slow. After a few moments, he looked down and saw that Daniel was sound asleep against his chest. Carter gently took his young body into his strong arms and carried him upstairs. Although he had never been in his house before, Carter assumed that Daniel's room would be on the second floor. Finding a bedroom filled with books, he carefully laid him on the bed and pulled the covers over him. Carter then went downstairs, got dressed, and picked up Daniel's clothes. Returning to his room, he neatly placed them on a chair, except for the shredded tee-shirt, which Carter knew Daniel would never be able to explain to his mother. He looked at Daniel sleeping peacefully. Leaning down, Carter softly kissed Daniel's cheek and whispered, “in my own way, I do love you, kiddo.” Carter went back downstairs, and put on his coat and boots. Taking one final look at the glowing fireplace and soft Christmas lights, he put Daniel's tee-shirt to his face, taking in that sweet boy smell. He turned around, opened the door and stepped out into the falling snow.

Boy was I nervous. On my way to a new school. My mind was racing, my heart was pounding. I had one goal for the year, try to find a boyfriend. I wasn’t sure yet if I should come out to everyone, or try to build my reputation first. The bus stopped and I knew we had arrived. I thought that this is what it might feel like when you arrive at a prison. Stepping off that bus, not knowing what will happen to you at anytime. I had to deal with it though. So I walked in and a cheery brunette girl greeted me. “Hey, my name is Anna. I am here to introduce new students to people in their grade”, she said with a large smile. I just nodded my head, and followed her to a room marked ‘10th Grade English’. I assumed this was my homeroom. I looked around and saw a group of 7 boys. Anna shouted, "Hey guys, this is um...” “Gabe”, I said bluntly. “Oh sorry, Gabe. Guys this is Gabe, he is in your homeroom”, she said hurriedly. Then she just walked out. Great. Trust me, this was really awkward. Just then a tall African American boy told me to grab a seat near them. At least someone was being outgoing to me. So there I just sat, laughed at a few of their jokes, and pretty much kept to myself. Occasionally the would tell me something, or ask me something, but nothing big. All of a sudden someone walked into the homeroom. He was about 5’7, had short blonde hair, and had that hot rugged look. He had piercingly blue eyes that could melt the sun. I was amazed by what I saw. I just stared. He glanced at me, than at the group, and took a seat far from us. I felt bad seeing him sit alone like that, and I wondered why the other boys hadn’t said anything to him. I hear one of the boys in the group say, “Oh, Luke actually came back”. One of the boys turned to me and said, “Make sure to steer clear of that freak. He is one of those extreme nerds, and he is gay.” I was stunned. How could they be so cruel? I had two options. I could build my reputation with these jocks, or stick up for the guy who I actually had a chance with. “Just because he is gay, doesn’t mean you need to be heartless douche bags.” I said nastily. They all looked shocked. Then came the insults. The quietly called me a fag. Then they started to throw small objects at me, which annoyed the hell out of me. I tried to tell myself that it didn’t matter what these jerks said, but it really did hurt me. I wanted to cry. I picked up my stuff and put it on the desk just behind Luke’s. I sat down and put my head down. I heard a soft voice speak, “That was good of you, thanks” I lifted my head to see Luke looking at me and smiling at me. He must have noticed my eyes were red and moist, and he could tell I had been crying. I wiped my eyes and pushed my black hair out of my face. I smiled back. “Let’s go somewhere else. The bell won’t be ringing for another 20 minutes, because most new students are doing orientation right now”, He said softly. I got up and followed him. We ended up in the secluded library. I saw a couple of students on the computers, and the librarian writing something at his desk, but that was it. We sat at a table in the back, behind some shelves. Tears were still running down my eyes. Luke stood up and came over to my side of the table and sat down. He put his arm around me, comforting me. I leaned my head on his shoulder. After about 2 minutes of that, I lifted my head and looked at him. He then leaned in and kissed me. It was a short, quick kiss, clearly something he had done on an impulse. He quickly pulled away and started to apologize. “Sorry, I just thought, I um didn’t mean to do that, I don’t even know if you’re gay, sorry”. I chuckled and said,” Well your first clue should have been me laying my head on your shoulder” He smiled at me and said, “I really like you, you’re a special guy” We didn’t speak for a little bit after that, but I knew I was very close to completing my goal of finding a boyfriend. I just sat there pressed against him. I turned to fully look at him and I rested my hand on his chest, sitting very close to him. I noticed a large bulge in his pants. H e must have saw me looking at it because he took my hand had moved it there. I have to admit that was moving things very fast, but I couldn’t have fucking cared less. It extended a good length down his thigh. It must have been big, and I could feel it was thick. “Go ahead, feel it”, He said. I rubbed it a bit more. All of a sudden he started to unzip his jeans and slide them down. What the hell was he doing? This was a private school which means they would have been way harder on him if he got caught doing it. “Maybe we should go somewhere more private”, I whispered. “No one can see us, and plus we can hear if someone is coming.” I decided to go along with it. Just then he pulled out his dick. In my opinion, it was a monster cock. It was about 8.5 inches long and pretty thick. Immediately I crabbed it and started to jerk it. Luke moaned and started to hump into my hand. By this time my 7 inch cock was raging hard in my tight jeans. I had done this before; I had given blowjobs and gotten them. So I knew how it worked. I wasted no time. I started to flick my tongue on the swollen head of his cock. He moaned in pleasure and whispered quietly telling me to take in my mouth. So I did as told and I put his massive cock in my mouth. I worked my tongue around the head, tasting salty precum. He started to push my head up and down on his cock. I could tell that he was close to cumming. He moaned even more and all of a sudden I felt strands of warm gooey liquid pouring into my mouth. I loved the feel and the taste of it and he was enjoying it a lot. Eventually all his cum had been swallowed by me and he started to put his cock back in his pants. All of a sudden I started to feel odd. I realized that things were moving extremely fast. I looked over at him and he smiled. “Sorry, I just really needed that. I shouldn’t have had you do it though. I really like you and I don’t know if we should actually do all this stuff”, he said sounding worried. I nodded my head. “We should get going back to homeroom. The bell is going to ring soon”, He said gathering his stuff. He patted me on the back and said, “I am really glad that I met you” “You two” And with that we left the library, and returned to the classroom filled with the douche bags. I had only been at school for 45 minutes and I had already given a guy a bj. In my book, that’s a win.

Boy was I nervous. On my way to a new school. My mind was racing, my heart was pounding. I had one goal for the year, try to find a boyfriend. I wasn’t sure yet if I should come out to everyone, or try to build my reputation first. The bus stopped and I knew we had arrived. I thought that this is what it might feel like when you arrive at a prison. Stepping off that bus, not knowing what will happen to you at anytime. I had to deal with it though. So I walked in and a cheery brunette girl greeted me. “Hey, my name is Anna. I am here to introduce new students to people in their grade”, she said with a large smile. I just nodded my head, and followed her to a room marked ‘10th Grade English’. I assumed this was my homeroom. I looked around and saw a group of 7 boys. Anna shouted, "Hey guys, this is um...” “Gabe”, I said bluntly. “Oh sorry, Gabe. Guys this is Gabe, he is in your homeroom”, she said hurriedly. Then she just walked out. Great. Trust me, this was really awkward. Just then a tall African American boy told me to grab a seat near them. At least someone was being outgoing to me. So there I just sat, laughed at a few of their jokes, and pretty much kept to myself. Occasionally the would tell me something, or ask me something, but nothing big. All of a sudden someone walked into the homeroom. He was about 5’7, had short blonde hair, and had that hot rugged look. He had piercingly blue eyes that could melt the sun. I was amazed by what I saw. I just stared. He glanced at me, than at the group, and took a seat far from us. I felt bad seeing him sit alone like that, and I wondered why the other boys hadn’t said anything to him. I hear one of the boys in the group say, “Oh, Luke actually came back”. One of the boys turned to me and said, “Make sure to steer clear of that freak. He is one of those extreme nerds, and he is gay.” I was stunned. How could they be so cruel? I had two options. I could build my reputation with these jocks, or stick up for the guy who I actually had a chance with. “Just because he is gay, doesn’t mean you need to be heartless douche bags.” I said nastily. They all looked shocked. Then came the insults. The quietly called me a fag. Then they started to throw small objects at me, which annoyed the hell out of me. I tried to tell myself that it didn’t matter what these jerks said, but it really did hurt me. I wanted to cry. I picked up my stuff and put it on the desk just behind Luke’s. I sat down and put my head down. I heard a soft voice speak, “That was good of you, thanks” I lifted my head to see Luke looking at me and smiling at me. He must have noticed my eyes were red and moist, and he could tell I had been crying. I wiped my eyes and pushed my black hair out of my face. I smiled back. “Let’s go somewhere else. The bell won’t be ringing for another 20 minutes, because most new students are doing orientation right now”, He said softly. I got up and followed him. We ended up in the secluded library. I saw a couple of students on the computers, and the librarian writing something at his desk, but that was it. We sat at a table in the back, behind some shelves. Tears were still running down my eyes. Luke stood up and came over to my side of the table and sat down. He put his arm around me, comforting me. I leaned my head on his shoulder. After about 2 minutes of that, I lifted my head and looked at him. He then leaned in and kissed me. It was a short, quick kiss, clearly something he had done on an impulse. He quickly pulled away and started to apologize. “Sorry, I just thought, I um didn’t mean to do that, I don’t even know if you’re gay, sorry”. I chuckled and said,” Well your first clue should have been me laying my head on your shoulder” He smiled at me and said, “I really like you, you’re a special guy” We didn’t speak for a little bit after that, but I knew I was very close to completing my goal of finding a boyfriend. I just sat there pressed against him. I turned to fully look at him and I rested my hand on his chest, sitting very close to him. I noticed a large bulge in his pants. H e must have saw me looking at it because he took my hand had moved it there. I have to admit that was moving things very fast, but I couldn’t have fucking cared less. It extended a good length down his thigh. It must have been big, and I could feel it was thick. “Go ahead, feel it”, He said. I rubbed it a bit more. All of a sudden he started to unzip his jeans and slide them down. What the hell was he doing? This was a private school which means they would have been way harder on him if he got caught doing it. “Maybe we should go somewhere more private”, I whispered. “No one can see us, and plus we can hear if someone is coming.” I decided to go along with it. Just then he pulled out his dick. In my opinion, it was a monster cock. It was about 8.5 inches long and pretty thick. Immediately I crabbed it and started to jerk it. Luke moaned and started to hump into my hand. By this time my 7 inch cock was raging hard in my tight jeans. I had done this before; I had given blowjobs and gotten them. So I knew how it worked. I wasted no time. I started to flick my tongue on the swollen head of his cock. He moaned in pleasure and whispered quietly telling me to take in my mouth. So I did as told and I put his massive cock in my mouth. I worked my tongue around the head, tasting salty precum. He started to push my head up and down on his cock. I could tell that he was close to cumming. He moaned even more and all of a sudden I felt strands of warm gooey liquid pouring into my mouth. I loved the feel and the taste of it and he was enjoying it a lot. Eventually all his cum had been swallowed by me and he started to put his cock back in his pants. All of a sudden I started to feel odd. I realized that things were moving extremely fast. I looked over at him and he smiled. “Sorry, I just really needed that. I shouldn’t have had you do it though. I really like you and I don’t know if we should actually do all this stuff”, he said sounding worried. I nodded my head. “We should get going back to homeroom. The bell is going to ring soon”, He said gathering his stuff. He patted me on the back and said, “I am really glad that I met you” “You two” And with that we left the library, and returned to the classroom filled with the douche bags. I had only been at school for 45 minutes and I had already given a guy a bj. In my book, that’s a win.

Another suite which was my responsibility was rented by a lady called Ms. Bowman, all I knew about her was that she was a broker who worked in the Bank District, she used to share her rooms with another lady but she had not been there for a couple of months. This particular morning, I had been assigned cleaning duties there in the afternoon, as per usual I knocked on the door, hearing no response I placed a ‘Cleaning in progress’ sign on the outside and let myself in with my cleaning trolley. I made my way through the rooms to the master bedroom with the intention of placing the newly laundered towels in the ensuite bathroom. The bedroom door was open but I was stopped in my tracks before walking through the opening, Ms. Bowman lay on the bed completely naked, she was watching some kind of home movie dvd on the television. I could see her on the bed quite clearly and via the mirror on the wall, a reflection of the tv screen, on which was a naked lady, she looked very like the other lady who had shared the suite with her. Ms. Bowman was clearly very upset, she also had her legs apart, stroking her pussy watching this lady on screen masturbating. Both women were in their 40’s, nice figures, both had large voluptuous boobs and shaven mounds, I didn’t know which to watch, she obviously had not noticed me knocking on the main door, or even that I stood there watching her now. My fanny started to twitch as I was engrossed in both ladies, the close up on screen of a very wet opening, a set of fingers diddling her clit and the other set pumping in and out of her cunt. Ms. Bowman was trying to follow the picture trying to cum at the same time, she made me jump as she wailed, ‘Elaine! Why did you leave me? I need you to help me cum, I can’t do it without you, please come back!’ She sounded so frustrated, in the end I had to tear myself away before I pulled up my dress and frigged myself to orgasm also, in case I got caught. I quietly pulled the bedroom door to and busied myself in the other rooms tidying. After quite some time putting it off, I needed to get into the room to finish the bathroom off, so I pushed open the door and peaking inside. Ms. Bowman was asleep on the bed, the screen frozen with the lady obviously in the throes of her climax, I tiptoed past and shut myself in the bathroom to tidy up in there. When I had finished, I silently straightened the bedroom as best I could, turning off the television, I stood by the bed watching her sleeping form, her breasts rising and falling as she slept. Overcome with an unstoppable urge, my hand reached out to caress her breasts, I trailed my fingertips over the soft flesh onto her large distended nipple. She moaned softly in her sleep, her deep pink aureole puckered and the nipple hardened in reaction to my touch, I licked my bottom lip and bit down on it, oh how I wanted to suck it but dare not for fear of waking her. Fearful of disturbing her, I folded the cover over her body and pulled the bedroom door closed, quickly gathering together my cleaning equipment and letting myself out of the apartment. I had to stop by the staff toilet, my electric toothbrush secreted in my pocket, hiding in a cubicle I hitched up my dress, tugging down my sodden panties I pressed the buzzing head onto my clit and closed my eyes dreaming of Ms. Bowman’s beautiful body, imagining her tongue in my dripping pussy. With one ear on the door for anyone else coming in, I brought myself to a mini orgasm which I hoped would satiate my aching cunt for the rest of the day. The following morning, I was back at Ms. Bowman’s rooms on breakfast duties, I hadn’t been able to get her image out of my head last night and this morning so I had decided to play a little game all of my own and removed my panties before entering her suite. She sat at the dining table eating breakfast wearing a long silky wrap, she looked beautiful but so sad sitting there, her legs crossed the soft fabric draped open showing off her elegant legs. ‘Good morning Ms. Bowman,’ I chirped as I entered the room. ‘Hi Mary,’ she said thoughtfully whilst appearing to look at the Financial Times, ‘Were you in my suite yesterday afternoon?’ she inquired. ‘Erm, yes Madam I was here cleaning.’ I was panicking a little, nervous she knew I had been watching her. She didn’t seem to have an answer to my response, so I carried on tidying, reaching, stretching and bending down in an attempt to reveal myself to her at every opportunity, frustratingly she didn’t seem to take any notice! Feeling thoroughly disheartened that my plan had not worked, I disappeared into the second bedroom to dust and vacuum. By the time I had finished, turning the machine off I realised she was in the bathroom showering, hoping to get a glance of her wondrous body again I went into the bedroom and started to change the bedlinen. My pussy was in a relentless mood today, tingling and begging for my touch, it didn’t help matters that my nakedness was heightening the sensitivity as I shook up the new sheets wafting a delicious draft between my legs. I could see into the bathroom as Ms. Bowman had ‘conveniently’ left the door open but the glass shower screen was clouded so all I could make out was her form but without any detail. I was leaning over the bed smoothing the covers as she turned off the shower and came out drying herself, my tiny bald pussy lips on good show but still she said nothing. I straightened up, turned to face her, she stood in the bathroom doorway, her hair dripping wet, she clutched the bath sheet to her breasts just shielding her nipples from view, the towel draped down in front of her hiding her special place. She looked at me keeping eye contact she walked towards me until she stood in front of me, I could feel the heat of her body next to me. ‘Do you see something you like Mary?’ she suggested provocatively. She had rendered me speechless, I bit down on my bottom lip, I had planned and orchestrated a situation similar to this but now it was happening I turned mute. ‘Come on Mary, you’ve been giving me the come on all day, you saw me last night playing with myself watching my dear friend Elaine making herself cum on the dvd, didn’t you?’ Still I remained dumb, just looking at her with big bug eyes! ‘Don’t you like what you see Mary? You stroked my breast yesterday, don’t you want it now? Come on Mary that little cunny of yours is dying to have me lick it and suck it, isn’t it?’ By now I was nearly drawing blood on my lip, my cunt itched and throbbed, I had to cross my legs to try and stop it, slowly she moved the towel to one side, dropping it to the floor. My eyes took in the sight in front of me, her adorable plump breasts with bolts for nipples glistening still damp from the shower, her flat tummy with such a dainty belly button and then her puffed lips hiding her secret place, I moaned softly, I had only ever seen Claire’s body close up, this was a totally different playing field! ‘Touch me Mary, touch me wherever you want, I need you to touch me, I want you as bad as you want me.’ she whispered. I tentatively reached out a shaking hand touching the top side of her breast, her nipples instantly tightened into hard extended buds, my fingers gravitated towards the puckered flesh feeling its tightness, rubbing hardness between my thumb and base of my index finger. Ms. Bowman laid her head back and gasped, ‘Oh god that feels so good, touch them, touch them both, pinch them, pull them please!’ she begged. Encouraged and with increasing confidence I put my other hand up also feeling both her breasts at the same time, cupping, massaging and pinching both her nipples. Her breasts were large enough that I could pull both hardened nubs closer to one another, I tried to suck them both at the same time but couldn’t quite do it, so I quickly alternated between each one, licking, salivating the sensitive flesh, drawing each one into my mouth to suck on their length. ‘Oh good girl, that’s it suck them baby girl, harder, harder pleeease.’ I drew each one into my mouth as hard as I could, stretching the nipple out away from it’s base, she moaned loudly encouraging me for more. She had her hands on my shoulders, caressing my neck and hairline, holding my face into her breasts as I continued to suck hungrily on them as she gasped in pleasure. She felt for my dress zipper and tugged it down, I pulled away from her to undo my pinny and remove my outer garments, embarrassed at how plain my bra was I quickly shrugged it off casting it aside. She kneeled down in front of me, her face about breast height on me, she looked up and smiled at me. ‘You are so small Mary, how old are you?’ ‘I’m sixteen Miss.’ ‘You’re way to young for this, this shouldn’t be happening, I assumed you were older than this, what with you working and that.’ She went to get up reaching for the towel to cover herself. I put my arm out to stop her missing her arm and touching her breast, I held my hand there caressing the flesh, squeezing her nipple in my fingertips. ‘Please don’t stop Ms. Bowman, I am far more experienced than you give me credit for, I want this so badly I’ve thought of nothing else since I saw you yesterday!’ I cried, begging her with my eyes. ‘This must go no further, I could lose my job and your parents certainly would not be happy.’ ‘Yes, yes, of course, anything you say, my parents would kill me if they knew!’ Obviously my reassurance worked as she seemed to relax, kneeling back down to face me, her hands moved forwards covering both my tits, my tingling nipples pushing into the palm of her hands. She rubbed them a little then stroked round my back and down to my bottom cupping my cheeks in her hands momentarily, she then proceeded to slide my stockings off my legs, teasingly millimetres from my pussy which surely must be dripping by now. I placed my hand on her shoulder to balance myself as she removed my shoes and stockings, I could feel her breath on my pussy lips, her head was so close to my mound. I put my foot back down making sure my legs were apart, knowing she must be able to smell my muskiness, I breathed a sultry sigh as I felt some of my juices start to trickle out. ‘Well, well, well, what have we here, are you that wet for me?’ her finger moved to catch the pearl of fluid, taking it into her mouth. Moving closer to the join in my legs, her tongue poked out and licked the trail up towards it’s source, maddeningly just touching the fork of flesh hiding my clitoral hood. I gasped, it was like an electric shock, with both hands she peeled the skin back and buried her tongue into the flesh seeking my clit. Her limited access was not enough for me, I stepped back, grabbing her hand, sitting down on the edge of the bed opened my legs as wide as I could, showing her my dripping wet folds of flesh. She crawled over, slipping both her thumbs into my outer lips, slipping up and down rubbing my cleft. She pulled my labia open more, my clit very prominent like a hard rock. Rubbing her tongue up and down me, lapping up the juices, sucking the skin into her mouth, she moved closer to my clit until her mouth locked on to my very sensitive place. She was a master in clitoris sucking that was for sure, she knew exactly what to do to me and which way I liked it best, she curled her tongue into a tight roll and rubbed it over my sensitive rock bringing me to a nearly instant orgasm. Bucking up into her face, I clutched her head and mashed myself against her. I desperately wanted to show her I could reciprocate, so I pulled her up on the bed laying her down on her back. I rolled her arse up in the air and kneeled under her back so I could support her in this position, so I could look down on her gaping pussy and she could watch me eating her out. Her pussy was bigger than mine or Claire’s, the folds of flesh were a lot longer than mine, almost like frilly lace, my fingers disappeared into slick skin as I slid them down to her cunt then back up to her clit, which was not as big as the Parson’s wife’s but a definite hard nub of flesh. I leaned over curling my spine putting my mouth to her openness pushing my tongue into her cunt hole, feeling around as deep as I could push it in, dabbing it in and out tasting her juices. ‘Pleeease baby, make me cum, it’s been a long time, I don’t know if I can do it, pleeease help me!’ she gasped at me, tears in her eyes. I moved my mouth onto her clit, sucking her into me, pinching her rock between my teeth sucking it in short bursts, my fingers moved to her cunt and I slid two fingers into her, moving them around feeling her cunt walls pushing them in as deep as I could, with my face in the way I struggled to frig her cunt deep enough, releasing my mouth from her, ‘Play with you cunt Ms. Bowman show me how you make yourself cum!’ ‘I can’t do it, I can’t!’ she blurted out. ‘Try… come on…. I will help you.’ I plead. She nervously moved her hand to her pussy and started to rub herself, in time with her movements I started to pump my fingers in and out of her, encouraging her, ‘Come on, that’s it, play with yourself you dirty little slut, make yourself cum with your fingers.’ the more I talked dirty to her the more turned on she became. ‘That’s it, harder, faster, come on, I want to watch you cum, you horny bitch!’ Her fingers moved faster and faster over her clit, I jammed my fingers knuckle deep into her, her breath and moans quickened as she started to build to orgasm, I felt her muscles tighten on my fingers, her pelvis twitched as the spasms took over her body, she cried out in ecstacy. Her juices pushed past my fingers and much to my delight she squirted other fluid over my face, I moved my mouth back onto her, softly licking her as she recovered from her first orgasm in a long time! I gently moved out of the way, letting her lay flat on the bed, I crawled up the bed laying next to her, my arm laying over her breasts softly stroking her. She laid her arm over mine and absentmindedly stroked my arm. ‘You know…… I haven’t been able to cum since Elaine left…. that was so special.’ My hand cupped her large breast, her nipple between my open fingers, they were so large, I couldn’t help but pinch and pull them. It did feel strange my tiny form laying next to her, she turned me on soooo bad, I couldn’t explain it, she was so much more mature than Claire, from the day I saw her naked on the bed her body fascinated me. I wanted her to make me cum, my pussy was so wet it ached to be touched; I gently placed my leg over hers and started to rub my mound against her. She manoeuvred her arm over my shoulder and down my back pushing my groin into the soft flesh of her thigh, pushing her fingers into the cleft of my buttocks massaging just the opening of my cunt. ‘Come sit on my face Mary.’ she whispered. I stood up on the bed, placed my feet either side of her neck and squatted down over her, I supported my weight holding the bed head. My breathing quickened, I could feel her breath on my pussy, she pointed her tongue and licked my slit from back to front, I sighed loudly the tingling feelings intensifying. ‘Peel open your pussy lips, let me taste you deep.’ I placed my hands either side and pulled my self open to her and she began the most incredible experience ever. Her tongue ranged my thighs, came up to my cunt, roamed the outer lips, came down and through my inner cunt, circled the clitoris, came down again and circled the inner lips, the inner wall, repeated this innumerable times, came slowly up after I don’t know how long, circled the clitoris, flicked across it, sideways, then up and down, then sucked it in between her lips, licked it rapidly, circled it more rapidly, began to lick me faster and faster. And then it happened! Watching her head between my legs, feeling her magnificent tongue in me, I found my juices flowing more and more; then suddenly, I felt my stomach muscles being to contract violently. Every feeling was centred in my cunt, my legs collapsed down on to my knees closing around her head, and as she continued to lick me, I felt as if I were exploding, and I began to cum. My body convulsed, my hips bucked into her face and she held tightly onto my thighs to hold me against her mouth. With my first orgasm she just sucked in on my clitoris, in between, she licked it rapidly, and with each succeeding orgasm she sucked me in, then licked me again and again. Each orgasm was a real convulsion, each one forced a shriek from me. She said I had about twenty orgasms. After my last one, she kept her tongue in my cunt, no movement, just holding it comfortingly against the upper wall and clitoris, ready if any further orgasms occurred. After some five minutes or so, I did have one of those delayed spasms, so she merely licked my clit very gently till it was over. She gently lapped at my pussy, cleaning my fluids from me, licking me really softly my clit was too sensitive. My head hung down, quietly watching her, trying to recover and slow down my breathing, her face shining with sweat and my juices. After a while I recovered, lying in her arms, I was overcome with the urge to please her in return, I put my hand on her tit, which again felt so wonderful, kissed her, feeling that I owed her, then ran my hand down to her shaven cunt. Before I had a chance to delve deeper she sat up, ‘Come sit in front of me I have something to show you.’ She told me to sit in front of her, my right leg over her left, my left leg under right leg, she pulled me closer twisting herself to one side pushing our pussies together. Words could not describe the sensations as our clits touched and she started to move herself against me, our wet pussies slurping and slapping against one another. We hugged each other’s leg as we ground against one another, massaging clit on clit as our orgasms built. I know I had experienced this with Claire, but there was something unbelievably sexy about her huge pussy enveloping mine, grinding against one another. I gritted my teeth and hugged her leg tightly to me as I mashed myself against her as hard as I could, ‘Fuck yess, oh fuck yes, there, there, push against it, rub it, yeeessssss!’ My orgasm drew me over the edge as my lips chewed and rubbed against her. She ground down hard on me, in large circular motions, grunting, pushing to meet my climax, I felt her juices gushing against me as her orgasm spasmed her body, jerking her hips against my pubic bone. We held each other close, our bodies shiny with sweat, breathing hard and holding each other together. She peeled the hair off my face were it had stuck to my skin, pushing her large breasts against me, kissing my flesh everywhere. We lay in pleasant silence for some time, stroking each others bodies, recovering from our highs. I realised I would soon be missed so I slithered from the bed and put my uniform back on, Ms Bowman by now was asleep so I covered her wonderful naked body with the eiderdown and let myself out of her room.

When I first saw Josh, I didn't think anything different. He was another new guy who'd joined at the beginning of the term and that was that. He soon fitted in and had a group of friends. He was tall (6 ft 3) and pale with brown hair and hazel eyes. I on the other hand was 5 ft 10 with a golden tan and black hair. A week passed without anything extraordinary happening. One afternoon it was break time and I was reading quietly on the grass. A shadow appeared over me and I saw Josh standing with a football. 'Do you want to play football with us? We're a man down from two complete teams.' I kinda wanted to be left alone and was about to tell him bluntly when I noticed his expression - he looked almost concerned. I eased up a bit. 'No thanks I'm fine just reading today.' I said. In return, he shrugged and smiled, walking off with the ball. I watched him walk off and noticed how defined he was around the face and as soon as I began to get absorbed into my book again, I was surprised by Josh once more who came back, this time without a ball. 'How come you're not playing?' I asked. 'Oh they had an extra player when I got back so there was one too many instead so I volunteered to sit out. I don't mind really. I play a lot anyway.' I smiled at the thought that he'd come to sit with me and we began chatting about football and the day and how he had settled in. Soon break was over and we headed back and I began thinking how much I actually liked Josh and liked hanging out with him. We didn't really talk for the next few days but I couldn't help seeing him in a different way. I sneaked glances at him and once more we got talking at lunch. I realised I wanted him for a friend. We hung out more and more and he would sneak a glance at me too during class and then turn away when I looked at him. We would go home together on the train and often we would go to his house. One week Josh and I had gone to my house. We were exhausted after playing football in the afternoon at school in a match and came back to chill out. We went to my room where there was an Xbox. All afternoon I couldn't help but think how good he looked in his sports kit and I felt myself every time getting stiffer when the thought arose. That afternoon was soon to change dramatically. "I'm tired." He said with his eyes closed and his arms sprawled out on my bed. "Do you mind if I take a nap?" "I guess you can if you want, but do you really mean to tell me that you came all the way over here just to take a nap?" I said. "No I came here to be with you." "I guess this means you don't want to play, right?" I asked. "I was kind of thinking we could do something else." He said as a smile spread across his face. "What?" I asked. He opened his eyes and turned his head towards me and began rubbing his fingers over his chest. "I like you." He said softly. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I realised that how I had been feeling about Josh was the same as how he felt about me and it made me nervous and excited at the same time. "I like you too." I said. "I like you a lot." "I like you a lot too. I was thinking do you want to kiss?' 'You want to kiss?" I asked. "Yeah, don't you?" I thought about it for a second. "Sure I guess I do actually.' "Friends love each other, that's what makes them friends, and we're friends. No one has to know about anything we do today." He said. "Yeah but..." Josh then got off the bed, kicked off his shoes, and walked over to the chair where I was sitting. He then sat on my lap, put his arms around me, and put his head on my chest. I instinctively put my arms around him. "The only people that we have to answer to for anything right now is each other." He said. I immediately started getting excited. "Let's go to the bed, this is uncomfortable on this chair." I said. We walked over to the bed. We collapsed in a heap, with our arms around each other. Josh began running his right index finger over my lips and eyes. I began rubbing his right ear, kind of feeling it and rubbing my fingers over it. Josh was running his fingers through my hair. "You have nice hair and I like your eyes." He said. "I like your eyes too." I said. "They're really nice and blue." We began moving our faces closer. I could feel his breath hitting my face. We got closer still until our lips touched. We pulled back a little and then touched lips again. I could feel Josh kiss me and I kissed back. We kissed again and both broke up into giggles. We looked at each other and then kissed again, this time more forcefully. We plunged our tongues into each others mouths. I had never done that with anyone and never once thought I would do that with another boy, but here we were doing it and it felt great. I could feel his tongue rolling around over mine. I put my hand up his shirt and began caressing his chest. Josh ran his hand up my left leg and over my butt. I put my hand under his arm and took the shirt with me. He sat up and took the shirt off. I took my shirt off too. He then sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back so that his head was right in my lap. I traced his nipples, ran my hand up and down between his neck and his belly button. His eyes were open and his fingers were splaying apart and closing. "I can feel your heart beating". He said. He then began rubbing his dick through his pants. "Do you want to go all the way?" I asked. "Yes." He said. "Let's take our clothes off and get under the covers then, is that ok?" I asked, my voice trembling and my breath panting. "Ok." He said. We then got up and dropped our pants and underwear and took our socks off. We both stood naked and looked at each other. Josh had a boner that stuck straight up and I could see his balls hanging down. My dick stuck up straight and was a little bit bigger. We were both circumcised. "You have a nice looking dick." said Josh in a breathy voice. I walked over to him and we began kissing again. We embraced and ran our hands through each others hair and down our backs while we kissed. I ran my hands over his butt and back up his back. Josh reached down to my dick and took it in his hand and began squeezing and fondling it. He then put his hand around it and began jerking it in an up and down motion. I gasped and he immediately let go. "I'm sorry. Did that hurt you?" He panted. "No it felt really good. I love it." I said right before I kissed him again. I then took Josh's hand and lay down on the bed. He got on top of me and we began grinding our dicks together. I could feel his hot breath on my face as we ground into each other. I wrapped my legs around him and ran my hands up and down his back and over his butt while we ground. "Can I suck your dick?' Josh whispered. "Yes." I said. Josh went down and started kissing my dick. Then he started licking the top of it. My head was exploding and I was seeing stars. He then plunged it into his mouth and began bobbing his head up and down. An electric tingling radiated from my dick and into my stomach. It started getting stronger and stronger. Josh then began rubbing his tongue over the top of my dick and then I came. I thought I was going to pass out. I buckled my hips upward and I felt like I wasn't getting any breath even though I was panting like a long distance runner, then it got even stronger. My eyes were closed and I was clawing into my bed sheets. I saw explosions of colors and shapes for a full minute and I think I made some kind of animal noise. After almost two minutes it finally began to subside. I realized that Josh wasn't sucking my dick anymore but was jerking me. I finally relaxed and lay back down flat and started panting. I looked up at Josh who was sitting up and looking at me with a smiling face. "Are you ok?" He said. "Oh yeah...yeah...I'm fine. That was... so amazing." I panted. It was nothing at all like any cum I had before. Josh lay back down next to me. I reached over and began jerking him off rapidly. I wanted him to experience what I did. After a minute or so he started tensing up. "Is it starting yet?" I asked. "Is...unhhh...what..starting? "The Feeling. Are you getting it?" "Yeah...yes...I...OHHHHHHH!!!" Josh tensed up, buckled his hips, and made a long grunt through gritted teeth. I felt his dick spasming in my hand. He made a second even longer grunt and started moving his head back and forth while thrusting his hips rhythmically upward. I moved his dick back and forth and up and down. I then kissed his dick and began licking his head. He tasted amazing. I couldn't wait any longer and I swallowed him whole. My mouth and dick tingled with pleasure and he moaned louder until he came in my mouth and I swallowed without hesitation. It was the best feeling I'd ever had. We both lay their for a few minutes, the sound of our breathing filling the room. My ears were ringing. I looked over at Josh and he was lying there with his eyes closed, panting away. He looked so sweet that I almost wanted to cry at the sight of him. I rolled over and put my arm over him and placed my head down on his chest. I could hear his heart pounding away and my head moved up and down with his breaths. He put his left arm around me. It was then that I realized that I was in love with him. Not a crush, but full blown, all out love. I wanted to be with him forever. "I love you, Josh." I said without hesitation. "I love you too. I thought I have for a while, now I know." He replied. We had become really good friends in that moment and had bonded in a way indescribable. I wanted to stay with Josh forever.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2014 How could I have not known this about my Mom?! I mean, how ... just how could I possibly have NOT KNOWN?? and, y’know – about my MOM!! I was literally dumbstruck as I looked down at the opened wrapping paper and black cardboard box that were resting on my knees ... or, rather, as I looked down at what was IN the box. And then, with a pounding heart and a dry mouth, I read for the third or fourth time the neat writing on the small coloured gift-tag that had been inside the box: Darling Sandra – I’ll be back soon, wear this for me and make my day! I’ll sure COME to see you!! Happy birthday, your loving Diane xxx With trembling fingers, I picked up the object that nestled neatly inside the box. In full view, it was even more unmistakeable: a strap-on harness with a thick ribbed black plastic dildo attached! There could be no mistaking its use, or misunderstanding the note: it was something that lesbians used to fuck each other, and the note was to my Mom from her long-time ‘best friend’. I snorted, suddenly understanding the warmth of that friendship in an entirely new way. That took me back again to the question whirling around inside my head: how could I have not realised the true nature of their relationship? How could I have not realised that my Mom was ... no, IS ... a lesbian? It was not like I was a little kid any more, from whom the grown-ups could quite easily keep such a secret, avoiding questions and diverting the child onto other topics. Jesus, I was almost seventeen years old, and not exactly naive! ... not exactly inexperienced, either, although (and I admitted to myself the irony of this) that was something I hadn’t exactly been telling my Mom about! As to how I had made this astonishing discovery, which in a single moment had turned my whole world upside down and made me re-evaluate almost every memory that I had ever had – well, it was a chapter of coincidences and assumptions, but by comparison it was easy enough to understand. My Mom and I had a lot in common – maybe too much, I thought now! There had always been just the two of us: Mom got pregnant in a completely unplanned way when she was only 18 years old, and she was not really even in a relationship with my father – he was just a boy her own age, and it happened at party when she drank a bit too much to say no. When three months later she realised she was expecting, she didn’t want to tie him down – or tie herself to him either. But neither did she want to give up her baby, and so with her parents’ support she postponed going to college, had me, took evening courses and eventually qualified as a lawyer, and then slowly built up a career. When I was six years old, we moved out of my grandparents’ house to our own apartment, nearer to the centre of town, and that’s how it has been ever since – Mom and me. Two things that Mom and I had in common had contributed to my devastating discovery of the strap-on dildo. The first was that our birthdays were only ten days apart: hers had been just over a week ago, and mine – my seventeenth, which I was pretty excited about – was the very next day. The second thing was that we shared the same initial, although a lot of people who knew us didn’t realise that. They know Mom as Sandra, the name she’s been called from childhood, not realising that it is actually short for Alexandra – and my name is Angela; Mom chose it because she said I was a gift from the angels. So it was that when, a few minutes after I got home from school today, this package was delivered, addressed to ‘Ms A. Benson’, I had just assumed that it was for me. It was a standard plain UPS mailing box, and when I opened it, just as expected there inside it was another box, this one carefully wrapped in shiny gift-paper with a ‘Happy Birthday’ motif. Now the pattern of the last few years has been that I keep back the family presents from my mother, grandparents, aunts and uncles (I have two of each) to open on my actual birthday, but that the other presents – from my own friends and a few of my Mom’s long-standing friends who had been regular babysitters when I was a child and who are my honorary aunties – were opened as they arrived, which spread the fun out over several days. It just never crossed my mind that this might be a late present for Mom’s birthday which had somehow got delayed in the post – her birthday seemed ages ago, I was so fixated on anticipating mine. So, with great glee and pleasure, I ripped open the lovely shiny gift-wrap, found the black oblong cardboard box inside and eagerly opened it – to my resulting shock and dismay. I knew at once not only what it was for, but also who it was from – and what was meant by the language of the little note that had been inside the box, resting on top of that frightening and amazing phallic plastic rod. For around ten years now, Diane has been my Mom’s best friend (well, duh!, now we know why, I thought to myself!). They had met quite early in their professional careers – actually, it was around the time that we moved out from my grandparents’ house to our own apartment; it was during one of my Mom’s first jobs, and they were both juniors at the same large law firm. No, wait a minute, Diane is a couple of years younger than Mom, and is only thirty-three – I remember now, she was interning there after finishing college, in fact they met when she was assigned to help Mom prepare a complicated case. They hit it off straight away, and though soon afterwards they both moved on to new jobs with different firms, they have stayed great friends ever since. A thought suddenly struck me like a blow to the solar plexus, almost knocking the wind out of me. Shit! – have they been lovers all this time, all these years? Maybe they have, I thought, seeing some old memories in a strange new light – dear Lord, I think they have! It had never seemed odd to me that Mom did not have a boyfriend or even go out on dates – I was happy to be the centre of her attention (solely, I had assumed until now), and balancing a successful legal career with being a single-parent was more than enough for anyone to do. Nor had it seemed odd that Diane was resolutely single – she was ambitious, clever and hard-working, and was making a real name for herself: in fact, only about a year ago, she was made a partner at her law firm. Thinking back now, I realised that Diane had been around a lot after they first met – she used to come to the apartment every weekend, arriving around the middle of Saturday afternoon, and then chatting with me and helping me with my homework whilst Mom did some chores and made my meal. Then, whilst Mom oversaw my bath and bedtime, Diane would cook a grown-up dinner for the two of them – cooking was one of her few relaxations, she always said (and now I know the other one, a voice inside my head remarked: lesbo fucking with my Mom!). I had always assumed that after eating they sat around chatting over a couple of glasses of wine, or maybe watched some television or a film, and that Diane left sometime mid-evening – I never heard her go, but then I would be fast asleep, so I never expected to. Now I realised that almost certainly something very different had been going on, maybe in the sitting room with the TV turned on to cover any sounds, but more probably in Mom’s bed, and probably Diane had stayed most of the night and did not leave until dawn. Other pieces of the jigsaw suddenly fell into place – Diane had visited us less often as I got older, but quite regularly Mom would arrange a babysitter for Saturday night and tell me that she and Diane were going out for a few drinks, or maybe a movie, ‘to have a little fun’. Yeah, right, I thought sourly, I have the feeling that this ‘fun’ all took place in Diane’s bedroom, and they probably never left her apartment at all! More recently, having become something of an authority in her particular legal specialism, Mom has been doing more consultancy work, which she can do best from home over the internet: there is more peace and quiet to concentrate here, especially with me out at high school for most of the day. So Mom usually works at home for one or two days a week, and on most of them when I come home from school Diane would be sitting with her in the kitchen having coffee, having ‘just dropped by for a while on her way home’. Mom always seemed happier and more relaxed after Diane’s visits, even sometimes quite flushed, which I had thoughtlessly put down to the pleasure of gossiping and joking with a friend – but now it dawned on me after reading Diane’s note that she probably arrived much earlier than I had assumed, and these afternoons were their regular lesbian love-making sessions. How had I not realised any of this? Well, I guess when their affair first developed I was much too young to understand what was going on, and their ‘friendship’ was just the normal background to our life as I grew up. I had to admit, they had been careful and discrete about it – indeed, until this delayed and misdirected package had given the game away, I had had no idea at all about what was going on! One reason for that was probably the self-absorption typical of every teenager, giving little thought to what goes on around them as they struggle with the challenges of puberty and immaturity. However, during the last year I had been even more preoccupied than most teenage girls, because it was now clear that Mom and I have one more thing in common than I had hitherto suspected – one very major fundamental thing indeed! Yep, you’ve guessed it – I’m a lesbian too! The understanding of my sexual orientation dawned on me nearly a year ago, not long after my sixteenth birthday, as I became aware that I had no interest in boys or in doing things with boys (yuk!) – or, what would be even more unpleasant, in letting them do things to me (mega-mega-yuk!!). At the same time, especially after a vivid crush on a pretty young female teacher at my school, I realised that I was developing stronger and stronger sexual feelings about girls. And I guess I really am my Mom’s daughter, because all of this focused on my sweet long-time best friend, Carrie-Anne, who to my everlasting joy and relief I had slowly discovered felt just the same kind of attraction to me. We started just fooling around physically for a while, joking and pretending that it was only girlish fun, before we accepted the truth and became lovers seven months ago, quite soon after Carrie-Anne turned sixteen (she is four months younger than me). I was staying at her house for a sleepover, but instead of staying in my sleeping bag on the air bed on her bedroom floor, we had kissed and undressed each other and then got naked into her bed, where I stayed until the dawn, as we explored each other’s budding femininity with our fingers and lips, coaxing each other to a series of powerful and drenching climaxes. From that sweet memory, my thoughts returned with a sick lurch to my immediate problem. Glancing downwards, I realised that it was going to be impossible to pretend that the package had not been opened. Whilst I could perhaps have used some fresh paper to re-wrap the inner box, as we had some birthday paper in the house, that would not solve the real problem: in my eagerness, I had torn open the end of the outer UPS mailing box, and there was no way that this could be patched together. At the same time, I realised that my mother would be horrified and deeply embarrassed for me to have discovered her sexuality and her lesbian relationship in this way – she would get upset, and in her distress she might very well get angry with either myself or Diane, or both of us, none of which was going to make the situation any better. This whole mess was beyond my resources to deal with – but I suddenly realised who could sort it out! I could take the package to Diane – I would have to tell her what had happened, which would be bad enough – and try to persuade her to keep this a secret, to say nothing about having posted it, and instead give it to my Mom in person next time she saw her. I also realised that Diane might be at her apartment right now, rather than at work. The reason for this was the same reason that had led to her posting my Mom’s present: Diane had been out of town for nearly three weeks, as part of the legal team on a major case being heard in Chicago, but I knew that it had finished the previous day and that she was flying back this morning. She had phoned Mom yesterday, and I had overheard part of the conversation – particularly Mom’s pleasure at hearing that Diane was returning. I had been rushing around, getting ready to go out for my netball team practice, but I now recalled that just before I left Mom was saying something like ‘no, not yet, but I’ll look out for it’, which of course had not meant anything particular to me at the time. I sat for a minute or two longer, trying to think of any other solution, but nothing else remotely workable came to mind. I was going to have to summon up the courage and face this, for my Mom’s sake – and, I guess, for my own as well. I picked up the phone and dialled Diane’s home number, not quite sure whether I was praying for her to answer or not to answer. However, my guess turned out to be correct, and after about the fifth ring, I heard the familiar warm tones of my Mom’s best friend – and lesbian lover. ‘Oh! ... mmm, hi, Diane – it’s, umm, it’s Angie ... yeah ... fine, thanks’, I said, the last two words coming in a purely automatic response to her enquiry. I rallied, and continued: ‘well, actually, no – not fine, err, I need to talk to you ... no, I mean in person, please, if you can ... yes, well, now really ... yes, it is kinda urgent ... thanks, great ... yeah, no I’ll come right over ... about fifteen minutes, yep ... thanks, bye!’ Diane’s apartment was not that far away, which I had never previously considered was remarkable; in fact, it probably wasn’t – there were several good districts on this side of the city centre favoured by middle-class professional and business people, and a lot of Mom’s work colleagues lived not far away too. I put the strap-on back into its box and then slid that into the opened UPS box, gathered up the torn wrapping paper, and put it all in my backpack. Then I hurried from our building out onto the pavement and set off for Diane’s block, with a nervous flutter of butterflies in my stomach. I had been to her apartment before, but only for about half a dozen times in total – it seemed that it was always Diane who visited us, which I suppose made sense when I was young and needed looking after, and had an early bed-time. My guess at the timing proved right, and I arrived after walking quite briskly for just over ten minutes. A press on the button for Diane’s third-floor flat was followed by her giving me a cheerful greeting, and buzzing the release for the front door of the block. I took the lift up to her floor and walked down the corridor to the door of her apartment, paused for a moment to screw up my courage, and knocked. Almost immediately, the door opened and Diane greeted me with her usual warm smile. However, knowing what I knew now, I could not help but regard her in a completely new way – as a sexual adult woman, and an experienced mature lesbian. There was no doubt that at thirty-three years old, Diane was still attractive, very attractive. She had always kept herself trim and fit, and she always had an air of lively energy about her. Diane was an inch or so taller than me (I am five feet seven inches), with light brunette hair that fell straight in a smart but feminine cut to brush her shoulders – a contrast with the rich cascade of almost black curls that both Mom and I have down to our shoulder-blades. She was dressed in casual clothes (flip-flops, a faded blue denim mini-skirt, and a plain white short-sleeve T-shirt, under which the outline shape of a white bra could be seen) which nevertheless showed off her attractive figure: long slim legs, firm rounded ass, narrow waist and – most of all – jutting chest. Diane had always had more curves than my Mom, and her breasts were at least three bra sizes bigger; as she turned sideways in her apartment doorway to usher me inside, I couldn’t help my eyes being drawn to her ripe and alluring profile. I followed Diane through to the sitting-room of her apartment, on the way politely declining her offer of coffee or fruit juice. Instead of sitting in the armchair that Diane gestured towards, I placed my backpack on its seat and perched my butt on its arm. ‘Well, Angie, it’s always nice to see you, honey, but what’s so urgent?’ enquired my Mom’s friend – no, I corrected myself, her lover – with a pleasant but slightly puzzled smile. I took a deep breath, overcame a last reluctant hesitation, and drew the UPS mailing carton out of my backpack. ‘This came this afternoon and, well, I just assumed ... y’know, that it was for my birthday ... so, well, anyway – I opened it’, I replied, and whilst speaking I slid the neat black box out from inside the mailing carton and removed its lid, revealing the unmistakeable plastic phallus of the strap-on and the note resting on top if it. ‘Oh?’ said Diane, and then, as she registered what I was holding, her voice went up an octave: ‘OH!! Oh, heavens above, you know – oh, no! you know about us!’ Her eyes wide with dismay, Diane clapped a hand across her mouth, and sank down bonelessly onto the sofa opposite. ‘Wha ... wha ...what are you going to do?’ she stuttered, almost in a state of shock. ‘Mom mustn’t know’, I said; ‘I mean, she mustn’t know that I opened the present, and she mustn’t know that I know about ... about you and her. It would upset her terribly for me to find out like this ... I want her to tell me at her own time, when she’s ready, and not like this – so we’re gonna sort this out, you and me, and then I’ll pretend that I don’t know anything about what’s going on – been going on – between the two of you. Is that a deal?’ ‘Yes ...’ whispered Diane in relief, ‘yes ... of course. Well, I can rewrap it, of course ...’ ‘Exactly!’ I said, and then added the bright idea that had come to me whilst walking to Diane’s: ‘and then you can say it went astray in the post and ended up being returned to you, here, as the sender – and then you can give it to her in person, and she’d never think that I might have seen it!’ ‘Right, yes, sure’, Diane responded, clearly relieved to be offered a practical way out of our immediate dilemma, but then she looked at me again, nervously and rather shyly. ‘Are you OK?’ she asked, ‘I mean, are you OK with this ... with your Mom and I being ... well ... lovers, being lesbians? ‘Yeah, yeah, I am ... I mean, right now I’m getting still used to the idea, you know’, I reassured her. Then I looked at the floor for a moment, before raising my eyes to look Diane boldly in the face. ‘There’s one more thing – I want you to get me one of these’, I said, gesturing at the strap-on harness and dildo in their box. ‘What?’ gasped Diane, ‘what d’you mean, you want one of these? Angie – why?’ I had crossed my Rubicon now, and there was no point in holding anything back. ‘I want it for me’, I answered, trying to speak calmly; ‘or rather, I want it for Carrie-Anne – I want to fuck her with it!’ and I added, by way of explanation: ‘all we’ve got at the moment is a shampoo bottle that’s kind of tube-shaped with a rounded end – it doesn’t work that well, and it’s nothing like the size of that monster!’ ‘Ahh!’ Diane exclaimed, ‘so you’re a ... I mean, you and Carrie-Anne, you’re lovers? Well, I should’ve guessed ... actually, from something she said recently, I think your Mom’s started to wonder!’ ‘Maybe that’s a good thing’, I responded; ‘I’ll start dropping some hints, and perhaps tell her definitely in a couple of weeks. Maybe that’ll give her a good way of telling me about her and you.’ Diane looked down at the dildo resting in the box on my knee. She swallowed, and then said: ‘OK, if that’s what you really want, I guess I can get you one of these – but, what if your Mom finds it, have you thought of that?’ I reassured her that there were several places in our apartment where I could hide it, where Mom would never go, and – as Diane still looked dubious – I added the promise that if it should be discovered before I had a chance to ‘come out’ to my Mom, I would say that I had got it by mail order, and Diane’s name would never be mentioned. She looked relieved at that, but then raised another concern. Nodding at the box on my knee, she asked: ‘Are you sure you want one exactly like this? I mean, it’s really big and long ... it’s not really one for a girl ... I mean, can Carrie-Anne take that?’ I had a sudden vivid mental image of my sweet girlfriend on her hands and knees on the floor, completely naked – or maybe just with that hot little cheerleader skirt of hers flipped up above her waist, her blonde pony-tail thrown back over her shoulders, her bubble-butt ass stuck out towards me, her legs spread wide enough to expose the parted glistening folds of her pussy, and of me wearing the strap-on, grasping her hips with both hands and slamming the dildo into her pussy as hard as I could, and then pumping it in and out as she shrieked in ecstasy. The mental picture gave me a sudden hot flush of arousal in my pussy, and I almost had to clamp my legs together so as not to come on the spot’. ‘Oh yeah’, I answered, a husky note in my voice: ‘she’ll take it like a bitch!’ ‘Jesus!’ breathed Diane, staring at me in wonder, ‘you sounded just like Sandra then, exactly like her! That same certainty, that same determination – just like her!’ I preened with satisfaction at the comparison, unconsciously sitting a little straighter and giving a slight toss of my head and shoulders to shake my curls down my back. ‘Wow! you look just like her too’, gasped Diane, ‘I mean, you looked then just like she did when we first ... when I first her. Maybe a bit younger, you look like she must have as a teen ...’ She gave a little shiver, and finished: ‘... ah, that takes me right back!’ ‘Yeah?’ I enquired, even more pleased, for my Mom was and is a very striking woman, and her slim figure, her stylish dress sense, and – most of all – her unmistakeable confidence and authority still turn heads wherever she goes. I was suddenly curious, and asked: ‘So, when did you and Mom ... start to ... do you remember?’ Diane laughed, though her eyes were still intently upon me. ‘Babe, I’ll never forget, ever! I guess it’ll soon be coming up to eleven years now ... I’d been assigned as an intern to work for your Mom, and on the second day she asked me to stay on late to finish some work, and then when we were alone she put me across her desk and fucked me till I nearly fainted ... no one had ever taken me like that, never before ... and, well, I’ve been hers ever since!’ ‘Wow – that’s so hot!’ I said, fascinated by my new understanding of my mother; ‘so it’s Mom who takes the lead, then, who’s in charge?’ ‘Oh, yes!’ Diane affirmed, ‘I’ve always been bottom to her top – except just occasionally she likes it the other way round ... but even then I guess she’s still calling the shots, and I love to do whatever she wants.’ Well, well, I thought, here’s yet more that Mom and I have in common – for I have always been the initiator with Carrie-Anne, right from our very first fooling around; in our relationship, she is the submissive one, and there’s no doubt that she enjoys it even more when I get all heated up and forceful and aggressive with her: she’s such a pretty femme, it brings out the real domme in me – and now I know where I get that from. Yeah, if I’d had big-boob tight-ass Diane working as my cute intern, I’d have taken the first opportunity to bang her senseless as well, and sweep her away! The picture that Diane’s words had painted was incredibly erotic, and together with the emotional backwash of my discovery of Mom’s sex life and my anxiety over having opened her present, and then the prospect of acquiring a superb strap-on with which I could shaft my cute girlfriend, it all made for a heady and explosive mixture. I could feel almost a starburst of heat and warmth and wet lust go off between my legs. I was looking down at Diane from my perch on the side of the armchair, and found that the view was dominated by the swell of her full breasts – which was the last straw. There was no doubt that Diane was very turned on as well. She sat on the sofa, staring breathlessly up at me with a gleam in her eyes and a sudden flush in her cheeks. An even clearer tell-tale was provided by her bust, for now her hardened nipples were sticking out like little twin peaks through the fabric of her bra and cotton T-shirt. I could actually smell a faint trace of musky scent from her pussy, which was clearly wetting her panties. I realised that until my revelation about fucking Carrie-Anne, Diane had never thought of me in a sexual context either – but suddenly her lover’s little girl, so familiar for so long, had vanished and been replaced by this stunning sexy vibrant teen, all pert tits and jutting tush, a nubile novice lesbian panting for sexual pleasure. Now we were both intensely aware of each other’s feminine curves, carnal potential and – there was no doubting it – immediate and total sexual availability! Diane gazed at me in wide-eyed arousal, and her lips parted as she licked along them with a flick of the tip of her tongue – an unconscious invitation that sent an electrifying shiver down my spine, stiffening my tits into almost painful erection. I kept my eyes locked on hers as I slid off the side of the armchair to stand in front of her, towering over her for a few seconds to establish my undisputed dominance. Then I just acted on instinct, cupping my hand under her chin and leaning forwards to speak with absolute authority: ‘So ... you like to be taken, do you? You just want to be taken, bitch, don’t you?!’ Diane swallowed and nodded mutely, her eyes wide with the most delicious combination of apprehension and desire. With both hands, I took grip on her shoulders and pushed – I used barely any pressure, but at once with a mewling whimper the submissive woman toppled onto her back, lying sprawled along the sofa as I swiftly straddled across her hips and pinned her in place. ‘Oh, no – Angie, no, you mustn’t ... we shouldn’t ...’ gasped my Mom’s lover, but it was the faintest of protests, a mere token, empty of any meaning or strength of will, and more than overtrumped by her very evident desire to be dominated and used. Diane offered no physical resistance at all, lying supine beneath me and gazing upwards in anticipatory surrender. I was possessed by a sudden charge of dominating sexual energy – it was as if I was wired up to a power generator, and someone had just flipped a switch to ramp up the voltage. I relished the prospect of having this mature woman, this experienced lesbian ... Jesus! I thought to myself with incredulous delight, I’m taking a bitch twice my age! and I’m gonna fuck her and fuck her till she can’t take it any more and begs for release – and then I’ll fuck the bitch some more! I grasped Diane’s left breast through her T-shirt and the plain white bra beneath, and ferociously squeezed her ripe mound. She moaned and writhed under me, her eyes half-closed as she relished the erotic stimulation. Whether consciously intended or not, her hips thrust upwards under me, grinding the swell of her pelvis against the gusset of my panties, as I straddled across her with my legs arched wide apart. That further abrasive stimulus was all that I needed to throw discretion to the winds – I was suffused with lust and determined to slake it, whatever the cost. As I leaned over her, my nipples were stiff little points poking into my plain white school shirt, and I relished the way in which Diane’s eyes were locked onto them, as if she was hypnotised by the sway of my breasts above her. ‘I’m gonna have you, bitch ... you’re mine, you slut, I’m having your cunt, right now!’ I growled. ‘Aaaahhh, yes!’ replied Diane, almost sobbing, ‘oh, fucking hell! Yes, yes, yes! Take me, Angie, please – take me now!’ I reached down to her midriff and pulled the T-shirt up to her armpits, exposing her stunning full breasts in their simple plain white underwired bra. I shoved both of my hands in underneath the bra cups from below, thrusting the garment upwards and seizing the naked flesh of each mammary. Again I mashed and mauled them, and then rubbed the ball of my thumb across her engorged nipples, sending quaking shivers throughout her body. I was so fired up, there was no time or room for gentleness or subtlety here, indeed barely anything in the way of foreplay at all – and what there was, was solely driven by my needs. I guess that since my lesbian sexual awakening I had somehow managed to suppress from my conscious thoughts the luscious attractiveness of Diane’s curvaceous figure, and especially her bulging all-natural 32-E cup breasts above her trim narrow waist. Now I made up for lost time, rubbing them and pinching them and yanking and tweaking her tits. She began to jerk beneath me – not with any effort to get free, but from the nerve flashes that speared from her abused boobs straight to her soaking slit. ‘Oh my God, fucking fuck me, fuck me!’ wailed Diane, as she lost all of her inhibitions and any last shreds of self-control. I relinquished her breasts, reached down to her waist and tugged her blue denim mini-skirt up above her hips. I gazed down in fascination at the quite austere plain white panties that were revealed – and the tell-tale wide dark patch over her crotch, where her flowing juices were soaking into them. With a feral grin, I reached with my forefinger to the centre of the wet patch, like an arrow flying true to the bull’s eye of the target. As I pressed down, pushing a fold of sodden cotton into the furrow of flesh beneath it, Diane gave a shudder. She closed her eyes for a second, and then opened them wide. All pretence was over now, as was any illusion that she was anything other than a puppet on my strings. ‘Aaaahh, oh fuck! yes! – Angie, please, use me, do me, fuck me now! – fuck me hard, fuck me so fucking hard!!’ What was it that Marlon Brando said in ‘The Godfather’? – oh yeah, ‘I’ll make them an offer they can’t refuse’. Well, I sure as hell wasn’t going to refuse this offer, you can bet your ass on it ... mmm, in fact, please do! I shifted a little down Diane’s legs and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her panties at each hip. She obligingly kept her thighs together and lifted her butt an inch or so off the sofa, making it easy for me with one swift tug to pull her panties right down to her ankles and then over her feet (the flip-flops having already flopped off). Turning back to my conquest, I placed my hands on the inside of each thigh just above the knee, and gently pushed outwards. At once, the mature submissive lesbian moved to obey the implicit command, spreading her legs apart and giving me my first full view of her cunt. As I expected, Diane’s pussy was smooth and fully-shaven, and her labia were projecting visibly at each side of her glistening gash. Letting her stew in her own juices – quite literally – for a moment, I stepped off the sofa and quickly discarded the white shirt and tartan pleated mini-skirt that were part of my school uniform, which I had still been wearing when the mailman had knocked on the door with his package of dynamite. I kept on my bra, my knee-high white socks, my black shoes and – for another moment – my panties. Turning to face Diane, I took her left hand and placed it against my cunt, massaging my aching pussy with the heel of the older woman’s palm. Then I gestured to my panties, and gave my orders in a lust-soaked husky tone: ‘Take them down, bitch, take them off me!’ Diane swallowed and nodded, for refusal was far from her mind. With a wondering expression on her face, she reached out and peeled my tight panties down my legs, gazing with reverence at the trim teenage mound that came into view. When my mother’s lover had tugged my panties down below my knees, I took hold of them again and whisked them the rest of the way to the floor, stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Next, I knelt down on the floor for a second, reached into the black cardboard box, and then rose with supple youthful grace to my feet – with the strap-on harness and dildo triumphantly clutched in my right hand! ‘Eeeeekk!’ squealed Diane at the sight, with a mixture of surprise, fear and lust; ‘aaahh, Angie ... oh, no, you shouldn’t ... oh, my God!’ ‘This is mine now!’ I declared, with a rasp in my voice; ‘you can get another one for Mom tomorrow – I’m having this, and I’m having YOU!’ Diane gave a little whimper, but made no other protest. She lay supinely on her back, with legs spread apart and cunt exposed, and gazed up at me in wide-eyed amazement. Putting the harness on wasn’t exactly rocket science; it was clear enough which bits went where, and then it was just a matter of setting the buckles to a comfortable tightness. However, what was new and unexpected was the sight of the great ribbed plastic pole sticking out from my crotch, and the way in which its weight hung on my hips and its projecting spear both unbalanced me and yet made me acutely aware of exactly where the tip of the dildo was. I found it incredibly arousing to have this phallic appendage – it seemed somehow just right for me, and I was consumed with a fiery desire to sink its rigid hardness deep into some soft surrendering female flesh. I turned back to Diane, and this time I straddled across her chest, exciting myself by letting my naked butt settle on her pillowed breasts. But the reason for this position was not for that delight, but another more obvious purpose. Leaning forward, I brought the dildo to the older woman’s mouth, which opened at once to receive it. I slid about four inches into Diane’s mouth, as she avidly sucked and slurped, coating it with lubricating saliva. After about thirty seconds of this, I could wait no more. I had to have this hot mature lezzie, and have her right NOW! I pulled the strap-on away from her face, slid back down the sofa to kneel between her widespread thighs, leaned forwards until the tip of the plastic phallus was resting against the middle of Diane’s slit – and then with no more ceremony, I bucked my hips and drove it into her hole, fast and deep and hard. Diane screamed in anguish – but was it not a scream of pain, it was the howl of pent-up desire finding its release, the shriek of the dam breaking, the cry of the prize won. I gripped the bitch’s hips for leverage and began to pump the dildo in and out, each time with greater punishing force. It was devastating, it was destructive, but most of all it was exactly the way (so she told me later) that my Mom fucked Diane, especially if she’d not had her for a few days – and it was this, more than anything, that really blew Diane’s mind. In her titty-bursting pussy-flooding cunt-drilled roller-coaster ride to orgasm, my Mom and I blurred together, and it was as if she was being fucked stupid by a glorious young teenage Sandra ... which just so happened to be one of Diane’s oldest and most powerful fantasies. Me, I was just living for the ride, existing inside each second because it was so pure, so complete, and so vibrant with power. My pelvis swivelled on my hips like a demented pumping machine, pistoning the plastic rod into and out of Diane’s uncharted depths. The woman gave a hoarse cry, and reached up with her hands to grasp my bracing arms, like a drowning sailor might seize a life-belt. Her grip was desperate, her fingers digging into my upper arms as if she was clinging on for life itself. Diane’s mouth was gaping open, saliva drooling from one corner, and her eyes stared almost blindly at me. With another scream, this one in a deeper register that seemed to explode from her throat, her back arched and she drove her pelvis upwards against me, meeting my hardest inwards thrust half-way. The thirty-three year old’s body shook and quivered, and a warm trickle of sticky transparent cum-juice coursed from the bottom of her battered slit. Diane slumped back bonelessly after her orgasm, panting like a landed fish, but I was far from finished. I pulled the dildo out of her vagina, which made a soft sucking ‘plop’ sound as the device slid free from her oozing hole. I let her have maybe ten seconds to catch her breath, and then I pulled her crumpled T-shirt over her head and gave her a firm smack on her left thigh. ‘Roll over, bitch!’ I instructed; ‘get on the floor, on your hands and knees, you dirty lezzie slut – you ain’t done yet, oh no, you cunt – you’ve got more to come, yeah – lots more, and you will come, you bitch, you sure will, ha ha!’ ‘Oh! oh dear God, Angie ... please! ... oh, please ...’ mumbled Diane, although it was quite unclear whether she was begging me to stop or to carry on. Not that it mattered, for the mature submissive lesbian didn’t get a vote in this – I wanted more of her pussy, and I was gonna have it! In fact, whatever thoughts were spinning in her head, Diane moved at once to comply, limply rolling sideways off the sofa to flop face-down on the carpet. For a moment, she lay there inertly, sprawled on her stomach and panting softly for breath. However, I gave her an impatient prod in the ribs with the toe of my sensible black school shoes, and with a struggle she groggily clambered up onto her hands and knees. Her back was sheened with sweat and her head hung down between her shoulders as if it was too great a weight to hold up, with her light brown hair curtaining her face from view. I reached forwards and undid the clasp in the middle of the backband of her white bra, and let its straps fall down her arms until the empty bra cups landed on the carpet beneath her. She was now naked apart from the denim mini-skirt, which I rucked up higher around her waist, almost like a belt – I didn’t remove it, because I felt with her, as also often when fucking Carrie-Anne, that an almost naked female is even more attractive than a completely nude one, because leaving some scraps of clothing in place only serves to draw attention to how much has been removed, and how vulnerable are the pussy and tits now exposed. Thinking of the latter, I raked my nails down Diane’s spine from the base of her neck to the start of the cleft of her buttocks, making her quiver to my touch, and then ran my fingers around her ribs and under her chest, to scoop up her pendulously swaying breasts and cup their soft malleable heaviness in my palms. I took her nipples between each of my thumbs and forefingers, rubbed them back and forth vigorously, and finished with a sharp tug before releasing them. Diane moaned in response at this stimulus, and her back arched, thrusting her butt up and out towards me – just where I wanted it! My own bra was itching me now, as my tits were so aroused and stiffly rubbing against its confining fabric. I uncoupled it and tossed it aside, but I kept on the last remaining parts of my school uniform – my white knee-high socks, and my flat-soled black shoes. I did this not just to save effort and time, but mostly because the shoes gripped very well on the carpet and would give me much better traction than my bare feet would – and I intended to be able to apply ever ounce of driving strength that I could! I took a grip of Diane’s gorgeous ripe ass, kneading her butt-cheeks before sliding my hands down to their soft pale under-flesh. The mature woman quivered in expectancy as I eased her into an even more open stance, so that the broad curving base of her cunt was fully visible from my position kneeling behind her, with all of its magical pink fleshy folds and curls. I shifted the angle of my hips to bring the long shaft of the dildo up under her pussy, until its first two inches were pressing against the start of her slit, and slowly and tantalisingly abrading against it. ‘Oh! Angie ... please! ... aaahh, please, yes ... please ...’ Diane whimpered, but this time it was clear that she wanted it – not just from her words, but from every line of her straining body, as she arched her back and thrust her butt backwards and upwards, spreading her thighs to make herself as open as possible. I decided to tease her a little, to heighten both our anticipation to fever pitch. First, I rubbed the plastic pole harder and faster along the groove of her vagina, but without entering her in any way, and then I stopped and let it fall away from contact with her soft sticky pudenda. Diane gasped in avid arousal and then groaned in frustration as the nerve-tingling stimulus ceased. I leaned forwards and hissed softly in her ear, my breath caressing her cheek: ‘What d’ya want, huh? Tell me what you want, you fucking bitch, and maybe you’ll get it! Beg for it, c’mon you dirty lesbo cunt – beg me for it, you filthy lezzie pussy-slut, fuckin’ beg me to do you!’ ‘Oh, sweet heaven! Aaaooohh, Angie ... aah! Oh, Jesus, you’re so hot – you’re as hot as your fuckin’ Mom – so do me, yeah, like she does, fucking have me! You know what I want – please, please, do me, oh please! Yes, do me, hard, I want it hard, fuck me so hard, make me fucking scream! Angie, please, don’t make me wait any more ... oh, Lord above, fuck me, Angie, fuck me hard! ... for God’s sake, please fuck me, NOW – please, I’m begging you – FUCK MY SLUTTY CUNT RIGHT NOW!!! Diane had just about broken down completely, and all of her being was now concentrated in her pussy – indeed, it was her cunt-lips that were really speaking, wrenching from her mouth the desperate plea to be violently fucked by her new teenage nemesis. I relished my sexual power over the mewling mature woman, glorying in the admission that I was as hot and hard a dyke domme as my sexy mother. I decided to change the angle of my attack – this time, the plastic spear of the dildo was pointing straight at Diane’s hole, which parted with lubricated ease when I applied a slow and gentle pressure. The dildo slid slowly into her – slowly not because of meeting any resistance, but because I had determined this time to fuck her in a quite different way from my first wild assault. I took a very measured pace, and as I had thought and hoped, this served to wind her up just as much as the battering-ram tactics that I had used earlier. Diane began to shiver and shake, and her hands dug into the carpet like claws. Her eyes were closed, but her mouth hung open, with a trail of saliva dribbling from her lower lip. Her pleading took on a frantic edge: ‘Angie, oh help me! Angie, please, darling – not so slow, please not so slow – do me hard, I’m begging you! Harder! aaahh, yes – oh yes! Harder, for God’s sake, slam me – fuckin’ shaft me! Faster, please, for pity’s sake – please – Angie, please, you gotta fuck me harder, please fuck me harder!’ I began to increase the pace, not so much because of her pleas, but because I was getting really turned on myself. Still, I managed proudly to keep some self-control, and only slowly built up the speed and depth of my thrusts. Then I shifted up a couple of gears, and began to really hammer into her gully from behind. With a long moan, Diane thrust her ass even further out towards me, and I rewarded her silent supplication by shifting my stance a little upwards, which give me an even better angle of thrust. Now I changed the mood – with frightening suddenness, I began to slam the dildo into and of my mother’s lesbian lover like a battering ram, hammering it home for all that I was worth, slapping the face-plate of the dildo against her rubbery slick-coated labia, and then pulling out again – only to repeat the process with lightning speed, over and over, until we were both covered in sweat from our labours. I grabbed a handful of her hair in my left hand and hauled back on it, making her give a scream of sexual agony as her head was yanked upwards. Meanwhile, my right hand reached under her now handily exposed chest, grasped her right breast, and mauled her nipple. I rode that sexy mature brunette as hard as I could, putting all of my youthful strength and fierceness into it, powered by the raging fire of my lust to sexually dominate and ravish another female. It was in that moment that I truly entered into my inheritance – as a totally merciless dominant dyke fucker of soft submissive helpless cunts. Diane’s noises had gone beyond being intelligible words, as I pounded her pussy with the strap-on and drilled it into her depths with savage force. Her head was slumped down onto the carpet, with her eyes screwed tightly closed but her mouth hanging wide open, and a pool of saliva collecting under her cheek. This posture shifted her butt further upwards, and I took full advantage of it. Placing both hands at her hips to steady myself, I rose onto my haunches above her, in a position of such awesome dominance over her prone body that just the sight nearly made me come myself. After the barest pause, I resumed fucking her cunt from the new angle, ravaging her gaping and dribbling hole even harder than before. It was more by instinct than anything else that I added the coup de grace. I shifted my left hand from her waist to grasp the back of her neck, emphasising her utter submission by grinding her face into the carpet. This also braced me with sufficient balance to remove my right hand from her hips as well, and I used this to deliver a series of stinging slaps to her upthrust butt – each time that I yanked the dildo backwards, it afforded me the opportunity to deliver a sharp smack before I drove it back in again, so the poor mature submissive alternated almost with pause between the stimuli of the pile-driving penetration of her soft inner parts and the sting of pain from her abused ass. I was surprised at how long she lasted – but I have since discovered that Diane has an amazing capacity to soak up sapphic sexual dominance. It is one of the reasons (though not the only one) why my mother kept her as a lover; apparently, Diane told me later, my Mom already had a ferocious reputation for going through the panties of all of the pretty interns (something Diane knew, which was why she was already trembling with arousal after Mom asked her to work late), but she usually soon got bored with them and discarded them for another – that is, until she found her perfect submissive partner in Diane. Even so, not even the most experienced and capable of lesbian subs can hold out for ever, even though they long for their exquisite torture never to end. With a wild scream that turned into racking sobs and gasps, Diane flung her arms wide, her fingernails gouging into the carpet, and then her pelvis bucked upwards so violently that I was nearly dislodged, as a spray of pussy-cum squirted from her vagina in the moment of her thunderous orgasm. It was incredibly arousing, and suddenly I could not wait for my own release. My hands tore frantically at the buckles of the strap-on’s harness, and in seconds I had pulled it out of Diane – making her jerk and cry out in climactic aftershock – and discarded it. The older woman was now slumped full length on the floor, face down, but I seized her by the shoulder and hip and rolled her onto her back. As she gazed up at me dazedly, I straddled her chest, took her chin in my grip, and almost shouted at her: ‘Eat me out, you filthy fucking cunt! Finish me! You’re my bitch now, as much as you’re Mom’s, so you better fuckin’ make me come, and make it good! Eat my slit, bitch, NOW!’ Diane had no opportunity to reply, for with the last word I lurched forwards and dropped my cunt right onto her face, grinding my pussy against her mouth. I need not have worried – this well-used sub knew the importance of pleasing her mistress, and getting her off when she demanded it! At once I felt Diane’s surprisingly large and agile tongue (another of the reasons Mom kept her, I think) squirrel into my slit, thrusting inwards and then driving for my clit like a heat-seeking missile. I was so close to coming that it only took a few rasps of Diane’s firm tongue to trigger my explosion. I shrieked as I climaxed, with my back arched and my head flung backwards, and I drenched Diane’s mouth and cheeks with my pussy juice, which she avidly lapped up. With a satisfied moan, I slumped sideways off the prone woman to lie on my back on the carpet next to her. For a while, I remained there, letting the sweat cool on my body and my breathing and heartbeat return to something approaching normal, and luxuriating in the feeling of release and lassitude that followed in the wake of my tremendous orgasm. However, eventually I roused myself and struggled to an upright position, sitting on the floor and with my back leaning against the sofa. Now that my passionate lust had been slaked, I was spent and rather shell-shocked by what had just happened. Even so, I knew that I could not have prevented it, any more than a rock dislodged from the top of a mountain can stop the resulting avalanche. Diane moved to sit companionably next to me, her right shoulder and arm resting warmly against my left side. ‘Wow!’ I said, exhaling with exhausted satisfaction; ‘that was totally amazing – absolutely fucking incredible!’ ‘Absolutely incredible fucking, you mean’, murmured Diane, as her sweat-sheened and pussy-juice-streaked face broke into a shattered smile. ‘God, yes! – that took ten years off me’, she continued, ‘it took me right back to the first times with Sandra, when she was so fierce and just about insatiable! Not that it isn’t hot between us now, I mean’, she hastened to add; ‘she gives me a real workout, does your Mom, believe me! – but I guess after a decade or more together, well, things become a little more predictable, shall we say. So, yes, I’ve not been had like that – not cum like that – in a long time!’ I looked at my Mom’s so-sexy and so-submissive lesbian lover out of the corner of my eye. ‘Mom and Carrie-Anne must never, ever, ever know about this’, I solemnly affirmed, to which Diane hastily agreed. ‘But …’ I added, and then left it trailing there, the invitation unstated but obvious. ‘Yeah ...’ breathed Diane, both of us using a single word to imply unspoken volumes. Without her even realising it, her right hand had slipped up her thigh to rest gently against her mound, whilst her legs automatically had eased further apart. I was aware of this subtle but intensely erotic movement in my peripheral vision, and it crystallised my thoughts. Diane was just too sexy with her big breasts, wide hips and capacious cunt, and most of all with her thrilling combination of mature experience and submissive acceptance. The sense of power that I had gained from dom-fucking an older woman had been absolutely amazing, and it had super-charged all of my erogenous zones. There was just no way that this could be a one-off, or that I was going to forego tasting this heady wine again. It would be a purely physical relationship, as both Diane and I were emotionally committed elsewhere – Carrie-Anne was and would be my love as well as my lover, and Diane was happily and unshakeably bonded with my Mom – but because of that, we could be utterly uninhibited with each other, and enjoy just having sex in its simple purity and glory. I turned slightly towards Diane (as would be natural between us, I was the initiator once again), and placed my hand between her legs, covering the hand that she had resting against her cunt, and grinding it down against her. ‘You know that this ain’t finished, you slut, don’t you?’ I demanded in my best apprentice-dominatrix style. ‘I’ll want you again – and you’ll want me again, won’t you? Be honest, admit it!’ She didn’t even try to pretend otherwise, arching her hips wide apart so that I could gouge her own hand hard into her puffy labia and the slick groove of her gash. ‘Aaaahh, Angie! ... yes, I know ... ooh-ahhh, yes ... yes, I do, oh babe, yes – I do too!’ I was getting warmed up again, starting to think that I’d like to fuck her some more, but then my eye caught the clock on the wall. Shit! – in less than an hour Mom would be getting home from work, and she would be worried if I wasn’t there without any explanation – and explanations were something that I wanted to steer very well clear from. I gave Diane a last firm rub of her slit and pulled on both her nipples, and then said reluctantly that I had better be on my way. Diane gave me an amused look, and said that I certainly couldn’t turn up at home like this – that the smell of cunt-cum was all over me! She stood up and extended a hand down to me, helping me to my feet. Then she ushered me into her shower room, which – surprise, surprise – seemed to have been designed primarily with the aim of having room enough for two (or even more!) at the same time. She dropped her denim mini-skirt onto the bathroom floor, and I discarded my shoes and knee-high socks beside it. For the first time both of us were totally naked, and we took a moment to admire each others’ curves, before stepping into the shower cubicle and sliding closed its glass door. Diane turned on the gushing hot water and I stood under it, soaking in the warmth and luxuriating in its stinging massage of my head, shoulders, back and breasts. Diane opened a bottle of shower gel and poured some into her cupped right hand, which she then proceeded to massage all over me, naturally paying particular attention to my breasts and the join of my legs. When I was lathered all over, I took the bottle from her and returned the favour – but when it came to soaping her pussy, I just couldn’t resist sliding two fingers right up inside her, and then, as she leaned her shoulder-blades against the tiled wall, splaying her hands out wide to maintain her balance, with the hot water cascading off the stiff points of her prominent breasts, I quickly finger-fucked her to one last bone-shaking cum. After this we rinsed each other off, and then when we stepped out of the shower, Diane knelt in homage in front of me as she gently towelled me dry. At last, satisfied with the thoroughness of her service, she cast aside the damp towel and brought her lips to my cunt, placing a gently reverent kiss right on the middle of my slit. Then with a fond slap on my rump, she told me to get dressed, and run along. I was almost skipping along the pavement as I left her building ten minutes later, with the wiped and dried strap-on harness and its dildo wrapped up in some plastic bags and nestling securely at the bottom of my backpack. And so our secret sapphic liaison began, purely by the chance of a package being delayed in the post. Two weeks after this first thunderclap of sexual awakening, I went to her apartment on a Saturday afternoon when Mom had to go out of town on business, and we had a wild fuckathon for nearly three hours – in fact, I had to go home and lie down for a while to rest, before I was due to meet up with Carrie-Anne at seven o’clock. My skills at love-making with my sweet girlfriend advanced by leaps and bounds, to her amazement and delight, and soon I introduced her to the massive strap-on (telling her that I had managed to order it over the internet and hide the parcel from Mom when it arrived). Carrie-Anne was apprehensive and dismayed by its size when she first saw it, but once I had buckled it around my hips she became thoroughly aroused, and – as I had been sure – her cunt opened up and her vagina accommodated its massive length and thickness, though with many a gasping shudder and groan. Since that second time, during the last three months I have had a session with Diane about once every three weeks – an infrequency which has made it easier to find times when our meeting can be kept quite secret, and which has heightened our sense of expectation, so that it is a special treat and not something to be taken for granted. In our last marathon fuck, I took Diane so hard and long with a strap-on in the doggy position, finally making her cum with explosive force three times in four minutes, that after the final climax she collapsed under me like a puppet whose strings had been slashed through. She flopped down onto her stomach, sprawling on the carpet with her breasts squashed under her and her arms outflung. I was in full flow, and looking down at her supine mature body, I suddenly knew what to do. I slid the heavy dildo out of her pussy, adjusted my position slightly, placed the tip of it in the middle of her puckered ass-hole, and then – before she could realise what I intended – I rammed it into her ass, and began a merciless pumping butt-reaming anal fuck. Diane howled with shock and pain, but she was powerless to throw me off, having no leverage. At her first reaction, I placed the palms of my hands onto the middle of each of her shoulder blades, using my weight to force her to remain flat on the floor, as she clawed fruitlessly at the carpet, yowling and pleading. ‘AAARRGGHH! OOOH, CHRIST! PLEASE, NO!! ANNGGGIIIEEEEEE! URRGGH! NO, NO! ANGIE, YOU CAN’T!! OH, GOD, NOOOO!! AAH-AARRGH-AAIIEEEE!!’ I ignored this – or rather, I savoured it as the rightful tribute to my dominating sexual drive – because her body was already betraying her and starting to respond, humping back against my thrusts to maximise their impact, and before long she dissolved into utter incoherency as a tidal wave of orgasms engulfed her. As Diane gasped and shivered in post-climactic reaction, I pulled the dildo out of her ass-hole. After a few moments of gulping for air, she recovered enough to roll over onto her back and, as was our way after a big fuck, I nestled down beside her and we gently caressed each others’ breasts, stomachs and cunts. ‘My God, Angie’, she said shakily, ‘I’ve not been ass-fucked in more than ten years – I’ve forgotten what it’s like, that unique and unrepeatable mixture of pain and pleasure!’ My surprise must have shown on my face, for Diane laughed and explained that ass-fucking was the one thing that my Mom really didn’t like – she didn’t enjoy doing it to someone else, and she had always adamantly refused to entertain the idea of anyone doing it to her. So, as Diane was not the one who made the rules in their relationship, she had been happy to let it go – after all, her gloriously athletic, dynamic and sensual lover satisfied every other need that she had, physical and emotional, to an extent which she had never dared to believe would be possible. Well, well, I mused to myself – here’s something that Mom and I really DON’T have in common! I’ve always been fascinated by the idea of ass-fucking, and now that I had done it once on Diane I was determined to use her that way regularly, and also slowly to ease Carrie-Anne along a similar path of anal submission. But then, I thought, that’s only right and proper – each generation should make an advance on the one that came before, shouldn’t they? If you enjoyed this, check out the previous three stories in the series – to find them, follow the author link at the top of this story (where you can also find my other all-girl lesbian stories). The final two stories will follow in the next few weeks.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2009 It had been a long, frustrating afternoon in the recording studio. Darya Jones was making her first solo album, and things were not going well. She had been a leading member of a hugely successful all-girl pop group, for which she had been chosen by their manager for her stunning looks even more than her rich and melodic singing voice. But that voice was not coming up to scratch now, as stress and pressure affected her reach for the purer notes. Darya had recently quit the girl-group to launch her own separate career, and everything was riding on the success of this first solo venture. Would she rise to the dizzy heights of a Beyonce or Robbie Williams, or plunge into derided obscurity, like the former Ginger Spice? It felt to her more and more as if it would be the latter, as she struggled with material which a few months previously she would have soared through. Darya was in a turmoil of emotions, swinging from tearful laments to bitchy complaints, and her moods were starting to affect everyone else around her. Beth and Sandi looked at each other meaningfully, and the latter left the recording area to talk quietly to the producer and sound engineer in their glass-fronted control booth. The two women were well-known and highly-regarded backing vocalists, having already done a lot of session work and toured with a couple of very popular bands. As so often with the best backing singers, they were African-Americans, Beth hailing from Brooklyn and Sandi from Chicago; at the age of 28, the latter was the older by a year. They had met four years previously, when they had been separately hired to provide backing vocals on a five-month world tour by a rock group who were just breaking through into the front rank. Sharing a hotel room, they had realised during the first week that they were both lesbians, and they got on so well and had so much in common that by the end of the tour they had fallen in love and formed a permanent partnership. One of the things which they had in common was a voracious appetite for sex, with any attractive woman of any colour or race. They had no rule against taking advantage of any sexual opportunities that might occur to them separately, and they particularly enjoyed bringing another woman or a couple into their embrace for a threesome or foursome fuckathon. To be successful as young, black backing vocalists, they not only had to sound great, with deep soulful voices – they also had to look good in skimpy outfits, and be able to shake their ass on stage. Both women had near to hour-glass figures, with full ripe breasts (Sandi wore a 32F bra size, and the even more busty Beth an amazing 34G), narrow waists, wide flaring hips and a jutting but very firmly-rounded ass. They were wearing their usual studio-casual attire: nothing too distractingly sexy for the male musicians and crew, but comfortable in the generally quite warm indoor environment. Sandi had a pair of blue denim jeans which were cut off half-way between the knee and the ankle, and an emerald-green loose-fitting sleeveless top; Beth was wearing a light woollen knee-length skirt with a red and black tartan-like pattern, and a turtle-neck cashmere sweater in complementary dark red; in her case, the tighter top did show the shape of her breasts and the clear outline of the full-cup bra underneath. Both wore comfortable but neat black shoes, Sandi with a pair of short white ankle-socks and Beth with black hold-up stockings. Sandi returned to the main area, just as the producer announced over the intercom that everyone was to take a one-hour break and clear the studio, except for the girls who were going to keep Darya company. The star singer looked surprised at this – she liked the two black women, but hardly knew them; their contact over the previous week had been pleasant, but purely professional. She was encouraged, however, when Sandi smiled at her warmly, and said: ‘Honey, we’ve seen folk with exactly this problem before – it’s the pressure, we know, and until you relax, you won’t do yourself justice and be happy with what’s being laid down.’ Darya nodded: it was true enough, and she knew it well – in fact, a large part of her frustration and growing anger was the failure of her attempts to settle herself down. It didn’t help, of course, that she had no special relationship in her life, no one whom she could turn to for comfort and relief. Of course, there was her manager, her agent, her publicist, her stylist and so on – people she liked well enough, but they were focused upon her career and so were part of pressure, not an escape from it. The girl-group’s rise to fortune had involved almost total absorption and constant hard work for all of them, and then the repeated round of touring and recording had left no space for a personal life. Ironically, given her present difficulty, this had been the main reason why she had quit – she hadn’t (despite the lying stories in the press) fallen out with the other girls, and if anything she desperately missed their close support and ribald camaraderie. Perhaps, she thought, with her spirits beginning to rise from rock bottom, these women might be a substitute – some kind of sisterhood. ‘Well,’ chimed in Beth, with a wickedly-appealing broad grin on her face, ‘we have an idea, we know just the thing to relax you – or at least, the first instalment in getting you back to base. Now, we’ve got the place to ourselves for an hour, no one is going to interrupt us.’ As she said this, Sandi moved over and turned the lock on the studio door from the inside. The two black lovers exchanged a quick smile of delighted anticipation. At last, they were going to get the chance to do what they had longed for ever since accepting this gig – getting their hands on Darya’s luscious body. The singer was aged 24, a white woman with skin the colour of a soft pink pearl and a perfect complexion. She had a heart-shaped face with slightly pouty lips, wide and deep dark eyes, and a mane of chestnut hair, artfully tousled and highlighted. Her body was one to sell your soul for (and, just sometimes in her darker hours, Darya wondered if perhaps she had). Nothing was out of place, nothing was even a shade too large or too small – it was all perfectly in proportion. She was of medium height and her breasts were certainly smaller than either of the black babes – but they jutted out from her chest with a swinging pertness that magnetically drew the eye. She had a small waist, ironing-board flat stomach, and a tight trim ass which swayed with her every step, competing with her tits for attention. In a line of beauty queens standing like statues, she would have claimed attention – but it was in motion that she really became supreme, with the lightness of her moves and her dancer’s instinctive feel for poise, turn and step. She exuded an extraordinary combination of opposites – on the one hand, youth, health, zest for life, innocence and eagerness; on the other, a rich, earthy sexuality, a smouldering and direct regard, a sway of the figure that was suggestive of overflowing sensuality on the verge of popping its cork. It was no surprise that in the girl-group’s visually-arresting and sexy videos, the camera lingered most often on Darya’s face and body, which was usually striking a ‘fuck me’ pose in a skimpy outfit. In fact, a breakthrough moment in the band’s rise had been a video with a controversial moment in which Darya and one of the two blondes in the group, both wearing a mini-skirted kind of school uniform, had rubbed their bodies together. All in all, Darya Jones was as hot and enticing a babe as Jessica Sutta of the ‘Pussycat Dolls’, the group which her’s had been modelled on and had followed after to world-wide success. Sandi pulled the stool from the drum kit over to the small clear area in the centre of the studio and told Darya to sit on it, with her back to Beth. The latter then began a dextrous massage of Darya’s tense shoulders and neck, easing away the stiffness that was being caused by anxiety, and kneading the muscles with her fingertips. Darya closed her eyes in pleasure at the black woman’s firm touch and assured technique, and she began to feel a little better almost at once. ‘Lean back against me, rest your head.’ whispered Beth softly. After a moment’s hesitation, Darya eased backwards a little and let the back of her head find a natural cradle in the deep cleavage between Beth’s magnificent breasts. They made a soft yet firm pillow, giving a sensation which was oddly comforting; Darya could feel the warmth of the black woman’s body through Beth’s thin cashmere top, and this set off an unexpected but not unpleasant tingling in her own nipples. After a couple of minutes, Sandi asked her if this was helping; when she readily confirmed it, Sandi nodded to Beth, and then said to Darya: ‘Time for stage two – you’ll like this even more, just give it a chance.’ Darya was wearing a knee-length skirt in a mellow brown colour, and above that a cross-over knitted top that both enclosed and highlighted her breasts. With Beth continuing her expert massage, Darya gave only a mild murmur of surprise when Sandi gripped the hem of her top and gently drew it up over her head. This revealed her smoothly-rounded breasts, encased in a plain black bra which had thin shoulder-straps and a narrow back-band. Beth began massaging further down Darya’s back, above and below the back-band, eliciting appreciative noises from the young white beauty. ‘It’s getting warm in here’, muttered Beth in a husky voice, and she paused for a second to pull off her own top, before bringing Darya’s head back to nestle against the bare skin of her breasts, and resuming her firm and steady massage of her back and neck. The singer stirred momentarily as Sandi now joined in with a counter-point at her front, gently rubbing Darya’s bare midriff. It seemed natural when the slimmer black babe’s hands also occasionally traced around and over her breasts, and she gave only a slight indrawn breath when she felt Beth unclasp her bra at the back, and in a co-ordinated move Sandi pulled it away from her chest and dropped it to the floor. Darya floated in a sea of delightful sensations, with Sandi now stroking her breasts more firmly and Beth’s agile fingers ranging unobstructed over her shoulders and back, whilst her head was still comfortably supported by Beth’s firm mammaries. Darya felt mellow and unwound, and could almost see her cares dissolving away. The next sensation made her give a faint gasp of surprise, as Sandi’s mouth came to lick and nibble around her breasts, massaging and sucking on the nipples. This was unmistakeably sexual in purpose, but Darya was past caring – it all felt so wonderful, so relaxing and so natural, that she could not have objected. She was feeling good, in fact she realised that she had not felt this good in a long time, not in a very long time indeed. This was just between the three of them anyway, and in private – what did it matter what anyone else might think? Darya was starting to feel aroused as well as soothed – curiously, the two sensations seemed to flow together rather than to conflict with each other. She felt richly sensual, aware of everything around her with a crystal clarity that had not been there an hour before. Darya thought of herself suddenly as being like a half-asleep cat, purring as it was stroked, yet also ready to pounce at any moment. She could hear every tiny sound in the quiet studio, every slight shift of Sandi’s knees or Beth’s feet on the floor, every inhalation and exhalation that the two backing vocalists made, and the accompaniment of her own responsive breaths and murmurs. With Sandi’s mouth pressing against her breasts, Darya had to shift position slightly on the stool, widening her stance partly to keep her balance and partly in response to the developing itchy feeling in her crotch. This motion drew her skirt a few inches up her leg, and Sandi then pushed it further back to the top of her thighs. Then, and without ceasing her oral attentions to Darya’s perfectly-formed breasts, Sandi slipped a hand up between the parted legs, and began gently to stroke the front of Darya’s panties. Darya gave a broken murmur, but it was the sound of acquiescence and not of complaint, and her head remained back although her eyes were now open and round in wonderment. Sandi reached up for her panties and Darya lifted her hips a couple of inches off the stool, allowing the flimsy garment to be pulled easily down her legs and tossed aside. This motion had the twin effects of arching her back and thrusting her tits upwards, and she felt Beth lean forward slightly to grip one in each of her large hands, the vivid contrast of her black skin and Darya’s pale pink breast-flesh causing the singer’s pussy to flood with wetness. Sandi spread the white woman’s legs wider apart, and now brought her mouth up to Darya’s slit, which was visibly enlarged. Darya shuddered in pleasure at the deft attentions of Sandi’s experienced tongue, whilst Beth’s stroking of her breasts turned into a firmer pulling and tweaking of her nipples. Darya’s legs were now spread wide apart, her cunt fully exposed and her skirt bunched around her waist, above which she was entirely naked. As Sandi began to supplement her questing tongue with the probings of her fingers, Darya’s breathing became more rapid and harsher, her back arched further, and she twisted her eyes firmly shut whilst the moment of ecstasy built until it hit her like a freight train. She stiffened in the grasp of the black women, thrust her pelvis upwards against Sandi’s probing gingers, lolled her head right back, and gave a series of clear pealing cries – it was fortunate that the studio was, of course, completely sound-proof. Darya subsided, sweat on her face, breasts and stomach, as Sandi withdrew her fingers and tongue and sat backwards on her haunches. Beth ceased squeezing her breasts, but continued to hold Darya there, partly to provide support lest she faint or topple over. ‘My God! Oh, my God!’ exclaimed Darya in amazement; ‘that was unbelievable – wow!!’ ‘So – do you feel a bit better then?’, enquired Sandi mischievously, getting a nod and a breathless smile in return. ‘Good, because that’s only the first half of your treatment!’ said Beth, with a hungry tone in her voice. She let go of Darya and walked over to the corner of the studio near the door, where everyone had left their personal bags, securely in sight but out of the way. Darya was eyeing the erotic sight of Sandi, who was squatting immediately before her, providing an enticing view of her full 32F breasts in an underwired multiway bra of pale pink, the colour contrasting deliciously with the rich chocolate texture of her smooth skin. The bra was of the type that fastened at the front between the two breast cups, and that tempting opportunity was too much for Darya to resist. She leaned forwards, her eyes fixed on Sandi’s – who breathed in with anticipation but remained motionless – and uncoupled the fastening. The two halves of the bra tumbled away to each side, spilling Sandi’s ripe boobs forwards, revealing the pinker aureoles and two surprising large and stiffly erect nipples. Darya cupped one breast in each palm, and then drew Sandi forwards and upwards towards her. First she kissed her on the mouth, slowly and savouring every taste, every rasp of tongue against tongue. She broke the kiss after about a minute and bent forward to take one of Sandi’s nipples into her mouth, whilst beginning a firm kneading of the black woman’s other breast. Sandi was on her knees, and with a grunt she hastily unsnubbed the button of her jeans, pulled down the zip, and jerked them roughly downwards over her hips. A pair of sweet and surprisingly modest midi-style panties in matching pink were revealed, and Sandi’s hand delved inside them like a fire-crew racing to put out a blaze. And that is what it felt like – her fondling and licking of Darya’s stunning beautiful body had aroused her to burning intensity, and the sight of the white woman’s lips clamped onto her tit turned this into an inferno. Sandi began to moan and slightly rock as she thrust her fingers deep into her own vagina, pumping hard, almost sobbing in her urgent need for release. It came quickly enough, only a few seconds after Darya had swapped her oral attentions to the other breast, and Sandi went rigid for a moment, her hand clamped between her thighs, as she gave a panting, growling groan. Beth had watched this attention to her lover with appreciation and approval, and Darya’s initiative meant that she had no doubts about taking things yet a stage further. She had gone to her bag to get her vibrator – she always carried one with her, her motto being never to leave home without one – you didn’t know when you might need it, and there had been a few occasions when its availability had turned an opportunity into an orgy. She eased her dishevelled lover away from Darya, and Sandi stripped off her jeans and panties, standing completely naked apart from the contrast of her white ankle socks. Whilst watching this out of the corner of her eye with undisguised interest, Darya turned to Beth: ‘Thank you, both of you – thank you so much! It’s a cliche, I know, but I really do feel like a whole new woman.’ ‘It’s our pleasure, honey – and I really do mean that!’ replied Beth, adding with a smile: ‘anyhow, we ain’t done yet – the Doctor here has some more medicine prescribed for you.’ ‘Oh, goody!’ sighed Darya, thrilled that her awakening – as she recognised it to be, from a long slumber of sexual withdrawal and apathy – was going to continue. Beth told Darya to lie on the floor on her back. The big-busted black woman then stripped off her skirt and panties, and came to stand over Darya wearing only her hold-ups and bra – the view of from below highlighted the swell of her huge breasts, and set Darya’s pussy-juices gushing again. Beth slowly lowered herself, giving Darya a brief moment in which to kiss, lick and taste her spread-open vagina, after which she spent a moment rubbing it on one of Darya’s nipples. Then Beth settled down onto her hands and knees in a 69 position, and began to use the vibrator on Darya’s cunt. The black singer’s heavy breasts rested on Darya’s firm flat stomach, whilst Sandi supported Darya’s head and so that the white woman could lick eagerly at Beth’s pussy. With loving care and practised dexterity, Beth brought Darya in a steady progression up to a gasping climax, muffled only by the fact that her face was buried into Beth’s crotch at the time. For just a moment after making the gorgeous pop-star orgasm, Beth pressed her pussy harder down onto Darya’s face, shook herself slightly, and gave a shuddering moan as she came, sticky juices from her vagina leaking over Darya’s lips and cheeks. The black girls had one more move in their game plan; this was intended to relax Darya, to shake her out of her stress and blues, and – hopefully – to convert her into full lesbianism and a willing sex partner. Beth clambered off the prone, stunned, but increasingly happy young white woman, and smiled down at her. She was relieved and pleased to be receive a broadening, contented, lazy grin in return. ‘Oh, Beth!’ exclaimed Darya girlishly, ‘that was just wonderful. I never thought – I mean, I never realised how good it can be with another woman!’ Then, more soberly, she added: ‘I’ve missed out on so much – but,’ with a determined note entering her voice, ‘not any more!’ ‘That’s good, you sexy slut,’ replied Beth, grinning back at her, ‘because Doctor Sandi is gonna give you her treatment, just you wait!’ Darya turned her gaze to the other backing singer, who had avidly watched the 69 session from a nearby stool, with her legs spread open and her fingers stroking the inside of her puffy labial lips, giving occasional flicks to the hood of her clitoris. Now Sandi stood up, and extended a helping hand to assist Darya in climbing to her feet. For a moment the young white woman felt a little giddy and faint, but it swiftly passed as she leant for a moment against Sandi’s warm chocolate woman-flesh. Sandi took Darya across to the stool and bent her over it, her ass thrust outwards behind her as Darya gripped the legs on the other side of the stool. Sandi took the vibrator from her lover, switched it to a higher setting, and began to apply it to Darya’s cunt. At first, she eased it in gently, but once she became sure that Darya’s vagina was well-lubricated, she rapidly picked up the pace, force and depth of her thrusts. Darya began to moan, experiencing sensations and stimulations she had never known before – and all of them exciting, electrifying, wonderful, and somehow so absolutely right. As Sandi fucked the white woman vigorously from behind, Beth came and stood in front of her, and gave her support – but also further mind-blowing stimulation – by grasping her breasts and kneading them, squeezing and tweaking Darya’s tits. The position also brought Darya’s face back into contact with what in a way had been the starting point – Beth’s luscious ripe breasts, now impressively unconfined and swinging free. Like a starving baby, her mouth hungrily latched onto the nearest one, and Beth’s head went back with a whimper as she soaked up the sexual attentions of the woman who most popular magazines regularly ratted amongst the ten hottest bods in the whole world. Beth was quite expert with a vibrator, but Sandi was a true master of the art, and had taught her a new few things. Now the slimmer black babe used her craft to take Darya up to the brink of orgasm three times, only to deny her release, pause, and begin the process in a different way and direction. The effect was like stoking a pressure-cooker – literally, as after the third prevented orgasm Darya felt she would explode. Sandi’s aim was not to frustrate her; unlike the inexperienced Darya, she knew the gain that could come from loading more fuel onto the fire. And so it proved: after taking a quick glance at the clock on the studio wall to calculate how much of their hour was left, Sandi shifted the vibrator to her right hand and took a grip on a hunk of Darya’s hair with her left hand. She used this to pull the younger white woman back towards her, making her back arch up in a curve in response to the ramming lunges that were hammering into her pussy. Sandi was in the driving seat, and no novice learner: at just the perfect moment, she changed pace and direction, altering to a more staccato rhythm and – crucially – twisting the vibrator in and out with a corkscrew type motion. It was certainly fortunate that the studio was so fully sound-proofed, for when Sandi took Darya up to the crest for the fourth time and drove her straight on and over it, she made a huge amount of noise as she triple-orgasmed – or at least, she thought she did; if not, it must have been truly huge and long-lasting single climax. Darya had had one previous experience of girl-sex many years earlier with a school friend; she had liked it and had been disappointed when the friend wanted to drop it. However, she had then told herself that it was for the best and that straight sex ought to be her thing, although in truth it had never done as much for her as it seemed to for the guys she allowed to fuck her – and in the last three years, as she now realised for more a more fundamental reason than the obvious excuse of lack of time, there had been almost no one. Ironically, for someone hailed as one of the sexiest babes on the planet, constantly photographed in revealing costumes and with a whirlwind of pouting sexual suggestivity in her videos and stage routines, she had been nearly celibate in her private life. She had told herself then that she had no time for relationships with men, but now she realised that it was just as much that she had no desire for them either. As she surrendered to another dizzying climax, she understood – this was what she was missing, this was what she had wanted all along, ever since that one taste of pussy when she had been only seventeen. After just over half and hour, the trio were sweat-soaked, cum-streaked, invigorated, relaxed and laughing. They gathered up their strewn clothes, and turned the air conditioning up to full to clear away the unmistakeable smells of sweat and girl-cum. The contented trio slipped out to the nearby ladies washroom, which was equipped with long days of work and the needs of demanding showbiz divas in mind – it included a spotlessly clean, top quality bathroom with a shower area. The three women enjoyed this together and then towelled off, returning just on the hour as the others come back from the lounge and bar area of the complex of recording studios. The producer, sound engineer and other musicians drew silent sighs of relief as they immediately noted the change in Darya – her posture, her expression, her mood and – most vital of all – her singing voice. She was brimming over with vivacity and enthusiasm, and had – to the others’ puzzlement – a tendency to catch the eyes of Sandi or Beth, and then break down into happy giggles. The atmosphere was now completely different, and if anyone – anyone who knew the backing singers’ sexual orientation – guessed the reason, they certainly weren’t going to risk spoiling things by enquiring into it. After this, the recording sessions went ten times better than before. That evening, the black girls took Darya back to their spacious downtown loft flat, telling the others that she needed some company to keep the good mood going. They had a sensuous threesome night on the large mattress that lay on the floor of their spare bedroom for this very purpose, and they all enjoyed themselves so much that this became the permanent arrangement for the remaining four weeks of recording. Darya went from strength to strength, with her voice at its richest and most soulful. After a few days, she began contributing ideas and even gained the confidence to submit a few of her own songs – which, by the end, turned out to be some of the best material on a superb Grammy-winning album. One of her songs, which inspired the album title and became a world-wide no. 1 hit single, was ‘Open My Eyes, Open My Heart’. Darya had written this about a fortnight before the end of the recording sessions, sitting cross-legged at the foot of Beth’s and Sandi’s double-bed, wearing nothing apart from her acoustic guitar, whilst her two black lovers, equally naked after their latest three-way sexual bout, sat side by side at the other end, propped up against the pillows, clapping along and joining in at the chorus. The three of them knew the secret that the song was inspired by Darya’s discovery of her true sexual identity, and it was actually a thank-you to her female tutors in lesbianism, but the lyrics were not explicit and to the rest of the world it was just a beautiful love ballad. After the mixing of the album was finished, Darya begged the girls to come along as the backing singers on her forthcoming world tour. The clinch was not so much the large fee which she offered (they were near the best in their field, after all, and used to that), but her promise that at every stop they would have a hotel room next to hers with a connecting door, and that the three of them would pull as much foreign pussy as they could get! The ‘Open My Heart’ tour went down in the annals of rock history, partly for its huge public success and critical acclaim, and partly for the sexual athletics of the three women – although the latter were only rumoured privately amongst industry insiders and never put in print. Along the way, the insatiable trio found willing female partners from amongst the hotel staffs, airline cabin crews, local press and television interviewers, and – discretely – the prettiest of the fans who clustered eagerly at the stage door hoping for a photograph with the star or her autograph; a lucky few got to eat her pussy or bend over and take her strap-on as well. At the end of the tour, about nine months later, Beth and Sandi said a regretful farewell to Darya, as they had another contractual commitment – but the three would always remain friends, with cherished memories to share. Not long after this, Darya was contacted by one of the other members of her former girl group – Jo had been perhaps her closest friend amongst them, and was also the blonde with whom she had rubbed pelvis’s in that early eye-catching video. Although Darya’s departure had not caused a breach, their different schedules had put them on different continents for most of the time since, and they had hardly seen each other. Now, however, Jo had heard the industry gossip about Darya’s taste for girls, and when she visited the latter’s luxurious New York apartment she confessed to her own lesbianism – which she had, and still was, keeping firmly in the closet – and revealed that she had always been deeply attracted to Darya, but was scared to make an advance which might be rebuffed and end their friendship. Jo and Darya’s ‘catching-up session’ turned almost instantly into sensuous love-making, with Jo shivering in excited delight as Darya undressed her, unclasped her bra, kissed her breasts, drew her panties down, pushed her legs apart, and brought her beautiful face to the blonde’s pussy, sliding her tongue between her puckered labial lips. Darya had sown her wild oats on the tour and was ready for a more stable relationship, and the two friends became monogamous lovers. In Darya’s wake, Jo also successfully launched herself as a solo artist; when, four years later and now both well-established (Darya’s third album having swiftly gone platinum), they came out to the world, their civil marriage ceremony was the most star-studded event since Elton John’s. Beth and Sandi, with whom they enjoyed occasional foursome romps, were their principal witnesses. If you enjoyed this, check out my other stories ... you might like them too ... (to find them, follow the author link at the top of this story)

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2010 WARNING: this story includes woman-to-woman coercion, violence, rape and murder, with an inter-racial theme of black-on-white dominance. It is entirely fantasy, and is not meant to suggest that anyone behaves like this in reality. IF THESE THEMES ARE LIKELY TO OFFEND YOU, PLEASE READ NO FURTHER. You frighten me. You frighten me from the moment I first see you, as the guard shoves me from behind and I stumble forwards into the prison cell. The guard is like you, a muscular and tough-looking African-American woman, at least ten years older than me. She gives me a hard slap on the ass, and says in a tone of gloating sadistic humour: ‘Well, I’ll just leave you with Josie here, to get acquainted’, adding with a cruel laugh: ‘I bet you two just get along fine!’ The guard slams the steel cage door across behind me and then strolls away, her message quite clear: there will be no help for me here, I am entirely at your mercy – and I doubt that there will be any of that. As I look at you, I am paralysed by fear. I have just arrived at this penitentiary, with its terrible reputation – how will I ever manage to survive for two years in this hell-on-earth? I was foolish, impulsive, naive – but I don’t deserve to be here! I was fresh out of college, only 21 years old, and in my first job. Yes, it was stupid to have an affair with my boss’s husband, and it broke up their marriage when she found out – but her revenge has been terrible, she has destroyed my life. She framed me to make it seem that I was stealing money from the company; somehow she got into my private accounts and passed the money through them to some offshore bolthole, and I never noticed it happening. When the auditors traced it, everything pointed to me, had my thumbprints all over it, and I had no chance, no chance at all. In fact, so hopeless was my position that in the end I went for the offered plea bargain and said I was guilty – oh, how that evil bitch must have laughed when I confessed to a crime that I had never committed! And now, here I am, starting my sentence – and totally out of my depth. I am pretty, I know, and I look young, sweet and innocent, partly because I’m a classic natural blonde with slightly yellowish straight hair and striking blue eyes. I am around average height at five feet five inches, and I have a good body that I’ve always been proud of; my bust is shapely with firm, thrusting 30D breasts, I am quite slender with a narrow waist and my ass juts out pertly behind me – it looks really hot in tight jeans or a mini-skirt. This environment is so alien to me, as you are. I was never, ever in trouble with the police or the law before this – I’m a nice middle-class girl from a safe and prosperous (nearly completely white) suburban neighbourhood, a graduate from a good college; I was captain of the cheerleading squad at my high school, and homecoming queen, all the boys wanted to date me, all the girls thought I was super-cool, always so smart and fashionable ... oh, God! I am near to breaking down in hysterical tears, that all seems so remote away now, part of another world ... what kind of place is this, what will be my fate here? The guard told me very little about you when she was bringing me here – just enough to make me feel sick with apprehension. She said that you were on a life sentence, and that you had murdered ‘a white cunt just like you, darling, so you’d better watch your manners!’ I was surprised that they would put a new inmate like me in with such a hardened prisoner, but now I realise that it is quite deliberate, that I am being given to you like a lamb for the slaughter. You seem to be around thirty or maybe a little more, and you look real tough, as hard as nails. As African-American women go, you are quite black – I guess a central African ancestry, far back in the slave days (which I suspect you have neither forgotten nor forgiven). Your rich dark skin gleams like polished mahogany, you have a broad flared nose and full lips which are just now compressed in a harsh line, your expression contemptuous. Your hair is quite thick but cut short – all in all, you look like my worst nightmare: an older, black, bull-dyke lesbian. You have been sitting motionless on one of the two beds in the cell since I arrived a few moments ago, regarding me with a hostile, stony glare. I babble something in an attempt at friendship, giving my name and introducing myself, but it just bounces off you, ignored completely. Now you slowly rise to your feet and walk towards me, and my stomach gives a sickening lurch. You are taller and heavier-built than I realised when you were sitting down – you must be nearly six foot, I think. You are not wearing the same uniform that I have been given, but something better and more comfortable, perhaps not regulation issue. Your short navy blue skirt and plain white singlet top show the well-defined muscles of your legs, arms and shoulders – you look like someone who works out a lot. Your breasts are quite big as well, I can’t help noticing that, as they swing as you move – despite their size (which I’m guessing is maybe 34E or 36D), it is clear that you wear no bra under the vest, and your nipples are clear points in its thin cotton fabric. Still without a word, you come to stand right in front of me, quite close. You see that I am trembling and you savour my fear, your lips curling slightly in hungry anticipation. Suddenly, you grip my pony-tail (all that is left of my lovely long blonde hair, after the guards in the reception unit sheared most of it away) with your left hand, and force my mouth against yours. It is not really a kiss, there is nothing of affection or love in it all – it is more like oral rape, a conquest and seizure of the booty. My lips are pressed apart; as I open them to utter a protest, your thick wide tongue plunges into my mouth, your lips mash heavily against mine and I feel your hot breath. Oh! – this is disgusting, awful! I have never been with a woman, never wanted to or thought about it, certainly not since some early-teenage messing about of the kind many girls get up to. Instinctively I jerk away, manage somehow to pull my face back from yours, and I’m about to start a wail of protest and refusal ... but you don’t give me any opportunity. I don’t see it coming, and from nowhere you right fist slams into my gut, exploding the breath out of me. You release my hair as I collapse to my knees in front of you, clutching my stomach in agony, bowed over with my forehead almost on the cold concrete floor of the cell. As I gasp for breath, you speak for the first time – cold, cruel and callous: ‘That’s better, learn your place, bitch! And I don’t need to know your name, you stupid white cow – from now on, your name is Cunt, and you’ll answer to that and do what I tell you, or I’ll make you suffer so bad that you’ll beg to do anything I want, no matter what.’ Cold shivers of terror are running through me – I am completely in your power, locked into this tiny steel and concrete cage with you; no one will help or save me. Your physical size, violent aggression and dominant personality have so easily broken my will to resist. Tears run down my cheeks, and my shoulders heave in silent, shuddering sobs. You pull my chin up with one hand, and then slap me viciously across the face with the other. ‘Stop snivelling, Cunt ... and learn your first lesson!’ To reinforce your message, you slap me again, and I am stunned, my law-abiding middle-class self is too shocked at being the target of such violence to be able to do anything to resist. I am where you like to see white blonde bitches: at your feet, on their knees, shivering with terror, pale-faced with wide horrified eyes that are pleading soundlessly for mercy, which is an item you don’t carry in stock. You command me to kiss and lick your feet – you have a pair of slip-on canvas shoes, which you kick aside. This is so humiliating, if I do this it will be such an acknowledgement of my submission to you – but what else can I do? You are so much fiercer and stronger, I would have no chance in a trial of physical force – it would be futile to try, I would only get badly hurt and the end result would be the same. And so, with salty tears dripping onto the floor, I bend over and kiss each of your toes, and lift each foot to suck on the big toe. You smile with relish – breaking this feeble white cunt is going to be so easy, it’s almost a pity that she’s not resisting some more (you had fun beating the shit out of the last one for nearly a week, until she finally collapsed in surrender). Still, I am the type you most like to dominate – white, blonde, pretty in a girlish way, a middle-class college-educated career woman who wouldn’t look at you twice outside of these walls, but whom you will make into your abject sex-slave, one of your harem of fuckababes whose cunts belong to you, even whilst you loan them out to all the other African-American dykes and guards who want a piece of their pretty little pussies. You are always ready to add another blonde to your stable, to force her into lesbian submission and turn her into a pussy-eating slut. You have a deal with the guards (the Chief Guard being your lover), and they bring you the youngest, peachiest white women to subjugate, knowing that you will crush them without mercy. You hate my type – you never liked smart-ass rich white bitches anyway, even before the events that brought you here. About seven years ago, you had a sweet young African-American girl as your lover, a cute little thing with great pointy tits, just fresh out of high school. She moved in with you, was hot and eager in your bed, a delicious piece of ass in every way. Then she got a job as secretary at a realtor’s and was seduced by one of the sales executives, a chic white blonde in her late-20s; the girl dumped you, and moved in with her new lover in the picket-fence suburbs. Anger and hate consumed you – and you took a sadistic revenge. One day when they came home after work, laughing and cuddling, you were waiting in the house; at gun point, you made them both strip naked, and then you forced your former girlfriend to tie the white bitch spread-eagled on the bed in which they fucked each other. Despite her pleas and sobs, you made the black babe lash her white lover across the breasts, stomach and legs – and up between the legs, right on her cunt – with a whip you had brought with you; the white cow was gagged with her own panties and tights, but you got off on seeing her eye-bulging stifled screams of agony, masturbating yourself and reaching a climax as you ordered the final strikes right onto the white bitch’s slit. Your former pussy-girl was so frightened that she did everything as you demanded, not daring to hold back on the force of the lashes, and she was quaking with terror when you dragged her by her hair to the side of the bed – her pain-wracked lover looked up in horror as you viciously stabbed the black babe in the ribs and guts several times, before letting her body slump to the floor. It was then that the white bitch knew that she was going to die as well, and she struggled frantically but futilely in her bonds as you searched the house for what you wanted. When you returned, she whimpered in horror, for she understood at once. You had a long broom-handle, which you pushed into her bruised and bleeding vagina – after six inches were inside, you paused for a long moment, savouring her mewling begging sounds, and then you slowly rammed it home for another foot or more, until her body stopped bucking on the blood-soaked sheets and was quite still. You poured petrol over their corpses and set the house on fire, but eventually, a month or so later, the cops arrested you on DNA evidence and you were charged with double-homicide. However, the judge was a middle-aged African-American woman who was a closet dyke, and you had her sympathy as well as her admiration of your ripe figure; she ensured that you avoided the death penalty with a life sentence instead (and she visited you in the holding cells after the trial, where you had an opportunity to show your appreciation in a suitable manner). I do not know any of this at this time, I can just sense the waves of anger radiating out from you and the harsh hostility of your expression, and with a plummeting heart I realise that I am going to be in for a very bad time here and that I have no choice but to let you do whatever you want to – I am so utterly in your power, just a human toy to be played with and thrown around. After I have licked your feet, I look up at you tentatively through tear-filled eyes, hoping that this has been sufficient humiliation and assertion of your authority. But my heart sinks, for you stare down at me implacably, and I know that you have more, much more in mind, and that nothing will stop you. You grasp my pony-tail again and haul me to my feet – so fast that my best effort to keep up is not enough, and I give a sobbing scream from the pain as you pull on my hair – but no one hears me, no one comes to investigate. Apart from underwear, my only piece of clothing is the standard-issue prison outfit – a plain and straight shift dress which comes down to just above my knees, with short sleeves and a square cut front, in cheap cotton, dyed in a medium blue. I am shivering as I stand in it, but that is from fear of you and not from feeling cold – if anything, it is humidly warm here, the air laced with the fetid smell of too many human bodies confined too closely. With one hand you keep the vice-like grip on my hair which is forcing me to stand on my tiptoes, and then with the other you suddenly seize one of my breasts through the thin material, mashing and mangling it in your broad ebony grasp, and easily batting aside my feeble attempts to protect myself. I am making a wailing sound of despair – now that you have begun an overtly sexual assault, I dread what it may lead to. Then you savagely pinch my nipple, and my head jerks back and a harsh cry of agony, fear and humiliation is ripped from my throat. I am brokenly begging you to stop, pleading with you not to hurt me, but you are implacable and I dissolve into sobs as you hiss harshly at me that this is just the beginning, and that by the time you are done with me – you describe it as ‘breaking me in’, which sounds animalistic and horrible – my throat will be raw from my screams. And then so quickly do you prove it – with lightning speed, like a blitzkrieg through my feeble defences, you release my bruised breast and thrust your hand up between my legs, up under the prison shift, and roughly grope my pussy and then pinch my soft labial lips, as I scream piteously. Oh, dear God – no! Please, please, no! I am whimpering in abject fear, as you poke a finger into my pussy, thrusting viciously through the plain white prison-issue panties – I realise now that you mean to rape me, and I am quaking in fear, my teeth are chattering. But I have already learned part of the first lesson, and although I wail and sob, and twist in your grasp as I seek to escape that long impaling finger, still I do not try to fight back, I do not try to prevent you from abusing my tender young cunt. You shove me backwards until I am pinned against the cold iron bars of the cell gate. Now my freedom of action is gone, and you release my pony-tail and use that hand to jerk my uniform dress up around my waist. Your other hand is still grasping and poking my crotch, and then – with the unmistakeable deftness of long practice – you twist aside the gusset of my panties with a flick of your wrist, and now nothing can stop you. With a satisfied gleam in your eye, you ram your longest finger back into me, so hard that your balled fist slams agonisingly into my pelvic bone, forcing me to rise to my tiptoes in an attempt to minimise the painful violation of my most intimate parts – to be entered by another woman is something I have never contemplated, never would have permitted. You pull your finger out and poke it sharply back into me several times, as my hips shake and shudder. The pain is not quite as much as I feared, mainly because my pussy is oozing lubricating juices, easing your passage ... this is surely a reaction from fear, I mean, I can’t possibly be being turned on by this assault, surely not, surely I can’t be! What kind of a vile slut would I be if I actually found your sick attentions to be enjoyable? I almost vomit at the thought but, before I can do so, I realise that we have an audience. Behind me, standing on the other side of the barred cell gate, are the two guards who are on duty in this section. They are both African-Americans; one is the woman of around thirty who originally escorted me here and pushed me into your cell, and she has come swaggering back with her arm around the waist of a younger guard who looks to be in her early twenties – this woman has bigger tits, but if anything she looks meaner and tougher than her older colleague. They laugh derisively at my tearful pleas, and I swiftly realise that they are not here to help me – quite the opposite, they have come to watch me being abused. Oh, Jesus, they are lesbian dykes as well! Standing side by side, each one pulls up the other’s uniform skirt and pushes a hand down inside her panties, and they begin to masturbate each other as they get ready to watch the show that you will put on – at my expense. They jeer at me, and tell me that I had better get used to such treatment and start liking it. The younger one has a nasty leer on her face as she says: ‘Get used to it, you cunt – a pretty white blonde like you is going to be pussy fodder for half the jail, prisoners and guards, right up to the Warden herself, once you’ve been broken in – and that’s Josie’s job here, she gets you first because she’s the top dyke bitch, so the quicker you learn to please her the less you’ll suffer ... of course, you’ll still suffer, because she hates white bitches like you, so you get to choose between a bad time and a very bad time!’ I look at the guard, appalled, and she and her comrade laugh vindictively – they like to see white cunts getting taken down hard and brutal, learning that their place in life is to grovel at the feet of black women and eat their pussies whenever they are told to. They watch gleefully, calling encouragement to you and jeers at me, as you force me into sexual acts. With several rough jerks, you tug the prison dress over my shoulders and head, leaving me standing in the plain white cotton panties and bra that I was issued with on my arrival. Instinctively, I try to cover myself from your searching gaze, with a hand across my bra and another shielding my pussy. You laugh scornfully at this pitiful attempt, and before I can protect myself you slap me across the face again. It is not a random tactic – my hand that that is covering my breasts involuntarily jerks upwards to protect my face, leaving my chest exposed, and in an instant you grab the bra at the join between its cups and jerk it downwards. The catch at the back snaps, and you rip the bra away from my chest, exposing my pert breasts. I make the start of a move to cover them, but you wag your finger at me and I desist. My resolve drains away, and I let my arms dangle at my sides. You pull on my tits again, perhaps not as hard as before, but they are already bruised and sensitive, and so this is almost more painful, and it makes tears run down my face. You look at me with a hard glare that speaks louder than any words that if I resist you I will be savagely beaten and then you will still get your way, and I bite my lip in apprehension but nod slowly to you in silent acknowledgement of my surrender ... there will be no more resistance from me, not even token, and now we both know it. The corners of your mouth turn up slightly in a contemptuous smile that does not touch your eyes – so easy, it has been so easy to dominate this frail, slim girlish-looking blonde with her prominent tits and pert rounded ass, to crush her will and make her your sex toy, your sapphic slave. You run a finger slowly down between my bruised and aching breasts, down my stomach and then you let it rest against the elastic waistband of my plain white prison-issue panties. You draw out the moment in order to savour my apprehension and my humiliation at being unable to resist you, and then the finger moves down the crotch of my panties and traces along the groove of my slit, which is easily visible through the cheap thin cotton. I quiver as you rub up and down my cleft, strange feelings mixing with a burning sense of shame, and sweat beads my face and breasts. I swallow nervously as you hook a finger into the waistband of the panties at the front, pulling them away from my sticky flesh with one hand as your other suddenly delves inside, scooping my pussy and squeezing and mauling and – aaaargh! no – no!! oh, please, no! – pinching my labia, which unaccountably are puffy and sticking out from my pussy. You give a harsh, satisfied laugh, and with a sudden vicious jerk that makes me give an involuntary scream and nearly lose my balance, you rip the fabric of the panties apart across the gusset, turning them into a pathetic strip of cotton around my waist and completely exposing my pale white pussy. You use the remnant of the panties like a lasso to haul me close to you, and again your kiss is like an assault – but this time I open my mouth, and try to respond, curling my tongue around yours, sucking your tongue deeper into my mouth. In appreciation of this co-operation, you hands shift to seize hold of my buttocks and you pull me against you. One of your iron-hard muscular thighs is between my legs, pressing against my cunt, and you use your brute strength and your vice-like grip on my ass to grind my pussy up and down your leg, where to my shame it leaves a wet lubricating trail of juices. The abrasion is animalistic, and it stirs a primeval response from me, hot warmth in my abdomen and loose wetness in my vagina – oh, this is so shocking, disgusting, wicked! After a moment of this grinding assault, you desist and then – grabbing my pony-tail and jerking painfully downwards as the signal – you make me drop to my knees in front of your tall imperious body. I crouch there, looking up at you like a terrified rabbit caught in the headlights. My head is spinning, my mind in a turmoil as the unmistakeable stimulus from your leg-rub of my pussy is mingled with the nightmare of my pain and humiliation, making a powerfully disorienting cocktail of desire and fear. You order me to remove your short felt skirt, and with stiff and trembling fingers I do so. I give a sharp hiss of shock as it is unbuttoned and peels away, for you are wearing no panties as well as no bra. Revealed is your ripe and powerful pussy, a prominent bulging Venus mound, your pudenda matching your height and broad-hipped build. It is spotlessly clean shaven, and the folds of jet black outer flesh make a startling contrast with the bright pink that is visible between them. I can’t help it, but something draws my eye to that moist gash, partly open and so vivid. I have never seen another woman’s pussy like this – so close up, so revealed and so sexually charged. You see my shocked fascination, and give a gloating laugh, before ordering me: ‘Worship me, Cunt!’ you instruct me; ‘worship your mistress, you useless blonde cunt-slut! Suck me and eat me, and do it well, you stupid bitch, or you’ll pay for it in pain!’ I shudder in fright, for I know thus is no idle threat. But is it only that fear which makes me hurriedly shuffle closer on my knees, take a bracing grip around your thighs, and thrust my mouth against your parted pussy-slit? Or is there something more, something that is impelling me to be eager to please you, to pleasure you, and not just from terror of what you might do to me? I don’t know, I just don’t know, and it is that most of all which has my shoulders heaving in silent empty sobs, as my abused body kneels between your legs and for the first time ever in my life (and with a sinking heart, I realise that it is the first of many, many more times to come) my tongue slides along another woman’s pussy, and tip of it eases into her moist vagina to stimulate her to climax. The taste of your cunt-juice is strange, not as rancid as I somehow assumed it would be, but instead it is sharp and spicy, rather a curious and unforgettable flavour. I gulp, and inadvertently swallow some of it – curiously, taking it in that way, more or less voluntarily, makes me feel more possessed by you than your finger reaming out my pussy did – because that was an assault, but this is participation, even if from coercion. After relishing my virgin effort at pussy-eating – which you think is not bad, actually, for a newbie to girl/girl fucking – for a few moments, you take a firm grip of my blonde pony-tail and haul me upright once more. You remove your singlet and are now naked, and your large broad breasts are almost in my face – which is exactly where you want them. You pull me forwards and mash my face into your massive cleavage, so that I am almost smothered and struggling for breath. I don’t have to wait to be told what my task is, that is obvious enough. And so I begin to lick and lap around the wide brown aureoles that encircle your nipples, and then to take them between my lips, sucking them into my mouth. Just as I start to get the idea of this, to get used to their strange combination of softness and resilience, I experience a savage pain in my cunt – it would have made my head jerk backwards if your iron grip on my pony-tail was not pressing me into your chest, it would have made me scream in agony if my mouth was not gagged with your huge tit. You have rammed your free hand up between my legs, entering me like a battering ram – aaarrgghh!! oh, Christ alive, help me! You force two fingers right into me, and now a third, making me jolt to my tiptoes in a futile effort to escape your penetration, and then I am twisting and jerking like someone electrocuted, as you piston into and out of my pussy with short vicious jabs. The burning heat in my vagina is sending me into overload, my senses cannot absorb any more, and fresh tears run down my face to pool against your breasts. Just as I think that my mind will shatter under this assault, you desist – but not from any kindness, as you have a new humiliation in store for me now, something to drive home that I am the lowest of the low on the totem pole here. You still have my pony-tail in your grasp, and you jerk my head sideways, knocking me of balance so that I crash to the floor on my knees. Still holding my hair, you drag me to the front of the cell, where the barred steel door is between us and the two callous lesbian guards. I shuffle desperately forwards, until you push my face right into the bars, forcing my cheeks between them – they are not wide enough for my head to go right through, of course, but because I am quite slight of build, it goes as far as my ears, which leaves my mouth and nose protruding on the other side. The guards laugh uproariously to see this college-educated middle-class blonde pinioned in this hopeless humiliating posture, like a sheep about to be shorn, and bleating just as uselessly about it. Your head bends down next to my ears, and you hiss at me: ‘Scream for them, Cunt! Let your betters hear that pretty voice of yours, I wanna see how high a note you can reach, you pussy-fuck!’ I barely have a second to wonder what you intend – and then I know, only too well, for you spear a finger into my unprotected asshole! A scream is ripped from my throat, a shrill keening wail of despair as you remove your digit and then stab it into me again even harder. My ass was virgin until this rape – I have never liked the idea of anal sex, refused always to even consider it if a boyfriend hinted at it, but now my innocence is gone for good. The guards whoop and holler in delight, their hands working frantically in each other’s cunts, rubbing at their clits – their panties are now down around their knees, so I can see exactly what the dirty dyke sluts are doing to each other. My teeth gnash together as you assault my anus yet again, and my scream reaches a shriller note, my eyes bulging and my mouth hanging open in shock. The younger of the two African-American prison guards pulls the older woman’s panties all the way down her legs, removes them, and then undoes her partner’s uniform skirt, laying it neatly aside. The older black guard is now naked from the top of her shiny black leather jackboots to her midriff and the hem of her uniform shirt, with her pussy fully exposed. It is gaping open from her colleague’s fingering, I can almost see her juices dripping from it, and I give a shudder of revulsion. Still, with my head forced by your grasp between the bars, I am forced to watch as the older guard now performs the same service for the younger one, but with the addition of giving a quick lick and kiss to her pussy. Then the older guard turns back towards me, and I suddenly realise what is next in store for me, a split second before it happens. The older guard comes right up to the cell cage-door, and thrusts her cunt against my imprisoned face. She reaches a hand through the bars to take one of my tits, and gives it a cruel pinch as she orders me to eat her out. All of my willpower has long gone, and I do not hesitate for even a second before complying with her demand, trying my best to service her satisfactorily and so escape further punishment. I cannot escape the degradation, however, the bewildering inversion of being the sexual servant of these rough, uneducated, uncultured, violent black dykes – I have become a property to be used at the whim of women who I know I would have looked down on just a few weeks ago, if I even noticed their existence ... and now my only role is to satisfy their perverted lusts, and be a punch-bag for their hatred and their desire to punish pretty white women, and especially prissy young college blondes like me. Oh, yes, I am just their type – for assault and pain and rape! The senior guard is bucking her hips against my face, mashing my lips and bruising my nose. Through vision that is blurred by tears, I see her younger partner move around behind her – unbuttoning the older woman’s uniform shirt, peeling it aside, and thrusting her bulging scarlet bra up above her breasts. Their heavy mahogany weight drops down into the younger guard’s cupped hands, and she begins kneading and squeezing them, whilst she nuzzles the older woman’s neck from behind and grinds her own naked pussy against the older woman’s out-thrust ass. My tongue has now worked its way deep into the older guard’s vagina, and these combined attentions send her into climax; she grunts fiercely as she comes, her juices splattering across my mouth and nose. I barely have time to draw a shaky breath, and the two guards have reversed position – now the younger one shoves her pudenda into my sticky face, whilst her older lover strips her completely of her uniform shirt and her bra, leaving her naked apart from her black boots, black hold-up stockings and uniform cap. The butch young guard cups my chin in her hand, giving me a look in which vindictiveness competes with her fervent anticipation of the hurts and humiliations that await me. She prises my jaws apart and spits her saliva into my mouth, and as I gag on this she jabs me in the stomach, forcing me convulsively to swallow. She snarls at me: ‘Fucking eat me out, you bimbo! You’re our whore now, you fucking stupid white bitch, and you’ll eat my black cunt and love it – so do me good, blondie, or I’ll fist your pussy up to my elbow, and then you’ll fucking know what pain means!’ This threat terrifies me, for I can see from the hot gleam in her eyes that she would do that – in fact, she would love to do that to me. My fear that she is the more sadistic of the duo is confirmed, for she takes a moment to cruelly abuse both of my breasts, twisting the nipples viciously in opposite directions, and visibly drawing pleasure from my renewed howls and the following broken begging for release. I am relieved when I can start eating her cunt – dear Lord, what am I reduced to that it should seem a mercy to fill my mouth with a black woman’s sweaty pussy! But now I have more of an idea of what to do, and perhaps she is already really turned on, because she orgasms quite swiftly, and more curious-tasting cum-juice smears across my face. Now that I have serviced the guards, you release me from the bars, letting me slump to the floor and catch my breath for a moment – you know I’ll need it for what is to come. The two guards know that too, and they smile in anticipation, taking up their position as spectators and resuming their fingering of each other’s vaginas. I look over my shoulder, and give a sob of despair. I feared that it would come to this, but still could not banish a faint and foolish hope that I would be spared a complete rape – until now, and that illusion is torn away as well. You reach into your locker and produce a nightmare of a weapon – a huge strap-on dildo in shiny ribbed black plastic, it must be nine or ten inches long and nearly two inches in diameter! It is one of the perks of your position to have such things in your cell, they are always ‘overlooked’ on the occasional cursory routine ‘searches’ by the guards, who in fact are your accomplices in the rapes of white pussy bitches. Dear sweet Jesus, I will never be able to take the size of that thing! – it’s twice as wide, and maybe twice as long too, as the biggest cock I’ve ever had – I can’t possibly fit that in, it will rupture me inside! Please, no, no, I am begging you – which of course increases your pleasure, you love to see a pretty white woman in terror of what you are going to do to her sex holes, and you enjoy her grovelling for the mercy which she will never get from you – there will just be more humiliation, pain and rape. With relish, you brutally tell me that you are going to fuck me – that my cunt belongs to you, that whenever you want it you will have it, and who gives a shit if I don’t like it? The two guards give a coarse laugh, and rub their crotches whilst they echo you with phrases like ‘right on!’ and ‘too true, white bitch’, and then they call to you to take me down, to rape me real hard. ‘Let’s hear how this white meat squeals, Josie!’ calls out the older of the guards, and the meaner, pinch-faced younger butch adds: ‘Yeah, fuck her up, Josie, rape her cunt, make her scream!’ Sweat is pouring off me, and like a frightened rabbit I am too scared to even move, never mind make a try at resistance. I know that I am perhaps a bit submissive – I’m usually the passive partner with my boyfriends, getting done in the missionary position or sometimes doggy-style; I’ll suck their cocks if they ask for that, holding my head down whilst they spurt warm gunk against the top of my throat. I rarely initiate sex, or do anything adventurous, and hardly ever have an orgasm – but I’m good enough at faking it that the guy’s self-esteem isn’t hurt. You force me to kneel in front of you again, to kiss your toes and then – oh, God! humiliation on top of horror, I have to buckle onto you the demon weapon that is going to be used so cruelly upon my tender pussy! With tears of fear clouding my vision and with trembling fingers, I fasten the huge phallus in front of your sweaty crotch, putting the straps around your glistening ebony hips and tightening the buckles – but not firmly enough, so you slap me hard across the face again, snarl that I am a stupid and useless white cunt, and you pull them another notch tighter. Now I have a further degradation, although truly you tell me that you are kind in even permitting it: I must lubricate the strap-on with my saliva, which will make it go into me easier – you throat-fuck me for a few minutes with it, until I am so short of breath I am seeing stars. You withdraw it, and smack it hard against my cheeks, on each side of my face. You point to the bed that you were sitting on, and issue one simple order: ‘On your back and spread them, Cunt!’ I know that I must obey, so I totter to the bed and lie on it in the way indicated – with my ass at the end of it, facing to the cell front so that the guards will be able to see my gaping pussy, see the huge plastic cock reaming into me. I spread my legs wide open, so they fall over each side of the bed, opening my hole even more. I am surprised to feel rather wet down there, a bit peppery and tingly in my cunt, almost with a kind of anticipation – but I put this down to the defensive reactions of fright. You fuck me first in the missionary position, shoving the unforgiving hardness of the cold plastic into my oozing cunny-hole. I part painfully for its entrance, my vulva opening wider than I ever knew it could, accommodating the monstrous intrusion. I am so wet down there with the mixture of sweat (borne of terror and of frantic activity) and my vaginal juices, which to my surprise are sloshing as they never have before – it must be the loosening effect of terror and brutalisation, some kind of adrenalin-based self-help instinct. Like most women, I have had my rape fantasies – but never, ever, did I fantasise anything like this horror: to be the terrified and powerless victim of a muscular black hate-filled lesbian dyke, my face still stinging from her brutal slaps, my breasts aching from her vicious pinching of my nipples, my cunt burning from being savaged by her monstrous strap-on plastic cock, raped in a stinking prison cell on a smelly flea-ridden mattress with cruel guards laughing at my degradation and fear, tears streaming down my cheeks, and knowing that nothing but more and more of this lies ahead of me. You are utterly merciless, staring down at me with flint eyes and a grim face, your pelvis whiplashing backwards and forwards with devilish speed and strength as you assault my cunt with the battering-ram of your huge dildo, slamming it into me with vicious force. I am screaming, sobbing, pleading tearfully with the guards for help ... I can’t take any more of this, I just can’t, you are crushing me, destroying me. A sudden wild terrified thought takes me ... do you mean to kill me? Would the guards stop you? Would they even care? Oh, dear God of mercy, help and save me! I’m being raped – raped by another woman!! I can’t believe it, such things don’t happen, surely women don’t do such terrible things? But my sheltered suburban life has made me a stupid naive innocent, for it seems that here at least, in this hell on earth, they happen all the time – they happen at the casual pleasure of the top dyke bitches like you and the guards, whenever they want to use a pretty babe like me. You tell me that I’m going to be a whore for all the dykes in the prison, but my only payment will be in pain – and more pain. I am shivering and crying with fear as you tell me that I belong to you now – this is the understood law of the jail, that I am your fuck-slave, to be done with however you please. You say that after I am ‘broken in’, you will stud me out to all the black boss-bitches, and let them beat and hurt me when they rape me, if they want to. With a sick empty feeling in my gut, I know this is true – in this penitentiary, it is the law of the jungle for soft feeble pussies like me, and its cold bare corridors echo at night to the horrified screams of young white women being beaten and raped in their cells or spread-eagled on the floors of the toilets and showers and repeatedly gang-banged. All this time, that terrible huge hard rod is ramming into me, spearing into my pussy, shredding away any girlish innocence that I might still have left. You are raping me viciously, totally dominant over me – I am in a nightmare, being forcibly fucked by an amazon African-American dyke with a massive plastic phallus, ridged and ribbed to rub me raw inside, to agitate every nerve-end in my vagina, and to thrust deep into my womb like a sword. I realise that in your lengthy daily work-outs, you must practice press-ups most of all – for you are poised over me, and without resting your weight upon me you start to flex up and down on your arms and toes, your taut gleaming mahogany ass rising and falling like a piledriver, slamming your plastic cock into my slender girlish body. The whole bed creaks and groans with each downward impact, and I start to squeal as well – it feels like some road gang is excavating a tunnel through my pussy and my pelvis, and now they are starting to set off dynamite to blast their way through. You change position a little, standing once again (and without having removed the dildo from inside me). You take my legs and force them up and backwards, pinning my knees against my shoulders so that my feet are pointing up at the ceiling. I feel like a trussed turkey, and now I am utterly spread and open – it would not be possible to be more exposed, more vulnerable. Now you are driving the dildo in from above, gravity adding extra impetus. With one foot on the end of the bed, you loom over me like a black mountain, your fine heavy breasts suspended above me. Without thinking I react by reaching up to cup your mammaries, rubbing my thumbs across your nipples. You give a soft grunt and a half-nod to give me permission to continue, but your fierce angry expression does not waver, and I wonder what white bitch you have in mind as you plunge the dildo into my cunt, battering and bruising my vaginal walls, crushing my tender labia as the strap-on’s faceplate slams against them. I am squealing and moaning: the first are broken pleas for this lesbian rape to stop (quite futile I know, but I can’t stop making them), but the second are becoming a mixture of pleasure with the pain, and my fright is diminishing. Strange sensations are washing through me, the convulsive effects of being penetrated so deeply and roughly, and the friction of the dildo’s ridges is having an inevitable effect in my cunt. My whole body is jerking spasmodically every time the piledriver phallus is nailed home, I am quivering and shaking, and coated in sweat. I know that my mouth is open, saliva drooling out on the dirty mattress as I take gasping gulps of air, that my hands have clawed a death-grip onto the thick woollen blanket, that my hips are shuddering not just from the smash of your powerful thrusts between them but also from a fire that has been ignited inside my pelvis. There is a roaring in my ears, but over it I can hear a high-pitched voice from somewhere that is shrieking: ‘Rape me! Rape me! Hurt me! Rape me harder! Hurt me more! Fucking RAPE ME!!’ Can that be my voice? I must be out of my mind!! But I am, I am – I am out of my mind with ecstasy, driven simultaneously through the roof with pleasure and into the ground with pain, the two inseparably wrapped up together in one fantastic, awful, amazing, horrifying – but, most of all, explosively erotic – package! I give a tortured scream as I come, juice spurting out of my pussy like it never has before, my mind shredding in the incredible blazing glory of my orgasm – an orgasm so much more profound and satisfying than any I have previously known that it is like comparing Mount Everest to a sand dune. Its intensity burns away all that was before, my pathetic little former life curls away into cinders before it, revealed in all its meaningless futility. Everything before this moment now seems irrelevant, flaccid, pale and colourless. In its place, vivid and fiery, is the sudden understanding of who and what I am. I embrace this, relish it, roll the knowledge around in my mind, sensing how right and real it is: I am a true submissive, a rape slut and a pain pussy, and I want it only from women – and the meaner, tougher and rougher the the bitch is, the more it will transport me. Yes, now I know that I am a lesbian too ... no wonder my affairs with men were so unfulfilling, emotionally and physically, and no wonder I almost never initiated sex with a man; it wasn’t, as I had thought, the inhibitions of my polite Catholic middle-class upbringing, it was my hidden true lesbian self. As I lie there, exhausted and devastated, yet also somehow purged and renewed, you give a grunt and roughly pull the dildo out of my vagina. You stand towering over me, and I realise that you are far from finished yet, and I swallow – but now there is a curious detached anticipation, a curiosity and even desire, which is overlaying the dread which is still there. You deliver a stinging slap to my right breast, and before I can even utter a yowl at the pain this causes, you backhand my left breast even harder. ‘Roll over, Cunt,’ you snap impatiently at me, as if I should have known to do this, ‘get on your hands and knees, and spread your butt – it’s time to nail your clit, Cunt, I’m really gonna have you now, I’m gonna blow you away, you fucking piece of blonde trash!’ I scramble to obey, getting on all fours on the rumpled mattress, my ass thrust out towards you, my knees obediently apart so as to make my pudenda easily accessible, as my throbbing breasts hang down pendulously from my chest. You shift your grip to around my waist, your powerful hands holding me trapped as you take a fresh angle and then plunge the plastic rod back in. Now it smacks against my clitoris on each insertion and withdrawal, starting a new fire raging in my crotch, building a core of white-hot tension in my vagina. I am begging for more, for you to treat me rougher, to slam it home deeper, to fuck me harder and harder, to take me and make me come for you, please – oh! – please make me cum, cum now!! You impale me, ramming the plastic cock into my vagina for its full length with vicious force, whiplashing it out and then smashing it home again, making me hoarse from my screams. You take one hand away from my hips and begin slapping my buttocks, really hard – Christ, that hurts! My yells are redoubled, becoming frantic not just from the pain of your spanking and the punishment of my pussy, but also from the desire that is mounting within me, triggered from my raped and ravaged vagina and most of all from my swollen, abraded, inflamed clitoris. I feel like a horse that is being ridden, galloped furiously hard with the finishing post in sight, to carry both of us past it together – although you, of course, are totally in command. You use my blonde pony-tail like the reins on a horse – the hand that is not mercilessly thrashing my ass reaches for my hair, and jerks my head back and upwards, holding my body rigid against the force of your hardest, deepest, most ruthless penetrations. I give a piercing scream as the knob of the dildo rasps across my clit one more time, and my body is aflame, I am wracked in a tornado of pain, shame, lust and ecstasy, and I just cum and cum and cum – a rippling series of amazing earth-shattering climaxes. In the midst of these, you give a harsh shout of ‘fuck-ya, ya cunt!’ as you drive in the final battering intrusion. You leave it painfully deep inside me, and I am dimly aware that you have released my hair and ceased to swipe my sore red butt, as your hands instead grasp your own tits and squeeze them hard. I can feel a powerful tremor run through your body, and I realise that taking me has got you off as well, that you have just orgasmed from your rape of another weak and defenceless white blonde. As you are no longer restraining me, your final impact sends my boneless body lurching forwards off the prison bed. I stagger a few stumbling steps, collapse against the bars across the front of the cell and slump to the floor, exhausted and conquered. I am dazed, almost semi-conscious, and my body is quivering and shaking from the after-shocks of that tremendous, explosive wave of orgasms – so much more intense and profound than anything I’ve even dreamt of before. My utter powerlessness sweeps over me, and with it the sense of liberation – of blissful freedom. There is an inner peace that comes with knowing and accepting what I want: to be seized by your cruel and violent lust, my body used for your pleasure without care or compassion, my cunt split open by your raping strap-on, hammered raw until I am screaming – for then will come my reward, what I long for, what after only twice I am as addicted to as any junkie to his dope: these unbelievable, pyrotechnic, mind-blowing climaxes. I am so grateful to you, my mistress, my goddess, owner of my body and soul, for this is where I have found myself and this is where I should be, this is how a blonde lezzie rape slut like me should be used – and abused. Outside our cell, the two dyke guards have been hollering with glee during my nemesis and rebirth – though they know nothing of the latter, and view me only as your tortured victim. They high five each other and then, whilst groping the other woman’s ebony breasts, they interlace their muscular thighs and push their cunts together, beginning a short frantic burst of sweaty grinding of pussy against pussy, their labia rasping together, until almost simultaneously they shout and shake in orgasm. With their arms still around each other, the younger guard sneers contemptuously at me and calls out approvingly to you: ‘Yo! You’da top bitch, Josie, that’s fo’ sure! You fuckin’ nailed this blonde, all right – she screamed even louder than that last bitch, that stupid cunt schoolteacher – and I thought you were gonna kill that one!!’ Her older companion runs a possessive hand over the younger guard’s pussy, and adds her verdict: ‘Yeah, Josie, good one – you sure broke this bimbo fast, she crumpled like a tissue, the feeble cowardly cunt!’ The younger guard likes this metaphor, and takes it up with relish: ‘Fuckin’ true – use her like a tissue, Josie! Wipe your nose on her – no, better still, wipe your ass with her, she’d better learn her place, just like all blondes – flat on her back and spreading her pussy for us!’ The older of the two guards steps forwards and sticks the toe of her glossy leather boot through the bars of the cell to poke me in the ribs, none too gently. ‘Get up, Cunt, you useless bitch!’ she growls, ‘you’ve got lots to do yet, before you can have a rest!’ while her younger companion adds with a leer: ‘that’s if Josie lets you rest – by the time we bring you back, she’ll be ready to rape you all over again!’ She laughs sadistically, assuming that this prospect will appal and terrify me, instead of making my racing heart leap with joy. You reach over, grip my blonde hair and roughly haul me to my tottering feet, ignoring my scream of pain. You look me in the eye for a moment, pinching my breast hard as you do so, and then you give a slow, satisfied nod. You pick up my prison uniform shift dress, ball it up and throw it at my chest, where I clutch it in a daze. You slap my face, and order me to put it on – you have destroyed my bra and panties (for which I will be blamed, and a prison guard will enjoy punishing me for it later), so I have no underwear. I struggle into the dress, wincing as the rough fabric scrapes over my aching but stiffly erect nipples and my burning bruised butt. Turning to the guards, you say that I am ready – but that you want me back later for more ‘obedience training’, and in fact you’ve decided to keep this one for a while, you think she’s got some potential. I swallow, for I know what kind of treatment you think I have the potential for. I offer no resistance, no resistance at all, as the guards unlock the cell and lead me away. My pussy is bruised and throbbing – every step I take makes me wince, as my swollen tender vaginal lips rub against each other. My ass stings painfully from where you smacked me repeatedly, my breasts ache and my tits are purple and sore, feeling as if they are on fire. Before I am out of sight of the cell, I have enough strength to look over my shoulder, and I blow you a kiss. You understand this for what it is – an admission of unconditional surrender, the token of my subservience and my acceptance that now I belong to you, that you own me, body and soul. Your granite expression does not change, but there is a hot glint in your eye and you nod your head just slightly in acknowledgement – and I feel a lightness in my chest, for I know that it is your confirmation that you will indeed rape me later, hard and mean, again and again and again. The guards are taking me to the shower block, where I will be prettied up (during which they may have a some more fun of their own with me, I’ll do whatever they want) before going for my first session of pleasuring the Warden. I recall her from when I arrived: a formidable and imposing African-American woman in her late 40s, maybe fifty, with a stern and severe manner. She inspected us new arrivals after our medical examination, when we were completely naked. As we stood with our legs apart and our hands on our heads, our breasts and pussies shamelessly exposed, the Warden had scrutinised each of us from top to toe before deciding upon our fates. I was so frightened then, and so embarrassed to have these harsh-looking uniformed black women staring at my defenceless pale nude body, that I had not really registered what she had said – but now I remember that her short cane had rapped me lightly under one breast, and then she had told her assistant with the clipboard: ‘send this one to Josie, and I’ll see her when she’s ready.’ I give a shiver, which the guards assume is of fear – and a few hours ago, they would have been correct, but now it is excitement, anticipation. I remember the Warden is a big-chested woman, and I moisten my lips at the thought of getting to fasten my mouth around her ample breasts and suck on her engorged prominent nipples. The guards tell me that after the Warden is done with me, it will be my first turn on the rota of pretty blondes who service the guards’ ready-room for this wing of the prison. The younger – and, I think, meaner – of the two tough African-American guards reaches behind me as she says this, and pinches my bottom painfully in the soft flesh just next to my ass-hole. She whispers to me that she’ll be on duty and waiting for me there, and that she likes to fuck white bitches in the ass – hard and deep. I gulp and swallow, and she gives a huge peal of laughter; then she stops our procession for a moment, pushes me flat against the wall, shoves a hand up my prison uniform skirt and roughly fingers my butt-hole. I make a whimpering noise ... but it is not entirely from fear, I do it more to excite the guard, I want her to dominate me later, to be cruel when she takes me. She asks me if I am an anal virgin, and I lower my eyes to the floor and whisper ‘yes’ as if it shames me even to mention it, which I know will turn on the guard even more. She pulls my dress back down and pats my bottom, and with vicious relish she says: ‘Well, honey, you won’t be when the Warden’s through with you, that’s for sure ... but, you know, it can hurt even more the second time, and that’s my turn!’ and she chuckles in pleased anticipation, not realising that – despite, or because, of the fear that flutters in my stomach and makes my knees weak – I am looking forward to our encounter with as strong a burning flame of desire as she is. I know now, with absolute certainty, what I am: a submissive lesbian, a sapphic masochistic slut, a pussy-eater for any dominant dyke that wants to take me – and most especially for any black woman, they are so strong and so powerful, so glorious. No wonder my sex life was dull and ineffectual before, a few desultory affairs with boyfriends that never felt like they meant anything or gave me much satisfaction, emotionally or physically. I went along that path more as part of the crowd, doing the expected things from a feeling of obligation – even that stupid business with my boss’s husband, I hadn’t really wanted it: it was mostly that I was flattered by his attentions, and lacked the confidence and willpower to keep him at bay. Now, all is revealed, the scales have dropped from my eyes – for the first time I feel natural, uninhibited, accepting whatever will come my way. I embrace my new identity: I am indeed Cunt, just a cunt on legs for any dyke to take, a piece of blonde pussy to be used and abused however my mistresses desire – and I hope they desire to be cruel, to rape me and hurt me and rape me again. Two years? Only two years? It isn’t long enough! – for what better place could there be than here, where I can prostrate my naked body at the feet of black lesbian dyke prisoners and guards? I will have to see if I can get my sentence extended ... perhaps if I talk nicely to the Warden, when my mouth is full of her spicy cum-juice after I have eaten out her gorgeous ripe African-American pussy, maybe she can sort something out for me. If you enjoyed this, check out my other stories ... you might like them too ... (to find them, follow the author link at the top of this story)

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2009 Each year in June, the MD and owner of the company that I work for hosts a staff party at her spacious house in the hills outside the city, and I am going to tell you about what happened the first time that I attended. I was then just over 30, and had joined the firm seven months previously; I was in a middle management position, doing well and marked out as being on the fast track to the top. The event was ‘bring your partner’, but at that point I had no ‘significant other’, and in any case I probably wouldn’t have taken her even if I did. After several unsatisfactory attempts at boyfriends in my teens, I had discovered when at college that I am a lesbian, but I was not publicly ‘out’ in my professional life. I am what is often called ‘striking’, mainly because of my height, which is just over six foot. I am quite willowy, but not without some curves, and there is enough to my bust and ass for you to get a grip on. My brunette hair is styled to shoulder length, and I have dark eyes and lashes, and full lips. The party was a classy event and the dress code was formal wear, with men in bow ties and dinner jackets, and the women in full-length evening gowns – many of which compensated for their length by barely existing above the waist. My choice was not more daring than most, but it was nearly backless and plunged between my breasts, which were cupped in a gathered halter-neck top. Its wine red colour set off my healthy tan and dark hair; under it my shoes had only a low heel, as I was already taller than most of the men as it was, and I had learnt that many of them resented that. Ms Geraldine Morton’s house was lovely, beautifully proportioned and constructed of white stone in a classic neo-Palladian style. It had been built by her father, from whom she had inherited both the mansion and the company – and also, fortunately, his business drive and talents. The firm is in the advertising and marketing industry, and it had prospered and expanded under her control during the previous nine years; indeed, its growth was the reason why I had been attracted to it, from an older-established but rather staid rival. The house had extensive grounds with a pool, and there were several large indoor reception rooms, all tastefully arranged for the event. All of the approximately two hundred employees came, and there was also a wide selection of our clients and contacts in the press, city government, and so on. I took a cab out there and found the party in full swing, with at least two-thirds of the guests having already arrived. There was a jazz band playing on the patio, and disco music in an indoor ballroom. I drifted around, making small talk with the relatively few staff and clients that I knew. There was quite a lot of toned and attractive female flesh on view, and a few that set the pulse racing, but it seemed that they were all hooked up with husbands or boyfriends. My eye was caught by a stunning black woman of around my own age, maybe a year or two older. She had rich black hair that fell in cascading curls to her shoulders, and her flat stomach highlighted the swell of the full bust above it – easily double D cup – and the curvaceous flare of her hips below. But what really drew my gaze like a magnet was not just her superb body, nor the lively animation of her expression and gestures, but the remarkable dress that she was wearing. It was not by any means one of the most revealing in its upper half – indeed, its attraction was in part that it concealed more than many, showing a full cleavage but only a limited amount of her breasts. It was two things: firstly, it was in a creamy white satin that was an extraordinarily effective contrast with the deep black of her smooth skin; secondly, whilst it was extensive in its drape, it had a long slash on each leg. Whenever she walked or turned, it revealed an expanse of vividly-contrasting black skin, almost to her hip. In fact, I became convinced that if one was standing at the right angle at her side, you would see across to at least the base of her cunt, if not more, and I began to wonder if she was wearing any panties underneath it – there was no sign of them, but it might be a brief black thong, which would hardly show. I’m not sure if she noticed me watching, or just noticed me – for we had one thing in common, which was that we were two of the tallest women at the party. At any rate, on one occasion that I was looking her way she caught my eye, and gave a slight smile. I thought that perhaps I had been checking her out a little too obviously, and with a slightly embarrassed flush I ducked away and went to cool off with a glass of chilled Chardonnay and a walk in the grounds. The black woman had been surrounded by a thicket of admiring men (several of whom had also been trying to get the angle to see her pussy), and she had been laughing and joking with them, laying an elegant hand first on one shoulder and then another. As the evening passed, I encountered her on several more occasions, and indeed she was so striking it was hard to miss her – most of the guests, like me, were Caucasian, only a few had our height, and none had her lithe grace and stylish dress sense. I thought I felt her gaze on me from time to time, but I couldn’t be sure – sometimes when I glanced across, it was if she had been looking my way and had just turned away, but it could have been my over-active imagination. So it was something of a surprise when, close to midnight, I was picking a few nibbles from the nearly-depleted buffet in one of the less crowded rooms, and realised that she was beside me with her hand brushing close to mine as we both reached into the same bowl. She gave a laugh in a rich mellow voice, and introduced herself as Miranda Walters. I told her my name in return, and explained that I was relatively new in town and that this was my first midsummer party. She nodded and said she thought that was the case, and I felt quite flattered when she remarked that she would have remembered me if I had been there last year. I was sure she did not work for the company, for I would certainly have noticed her at the office, but she didn’t reveal what her occupation was – when I probed a little by asking how she came to be at the party, she just smiled and said that she had known Geraldine for quite a while. Miranda seemed to have shaken off her posse of male pursuers, and when I mentioned this she rolled her eyes theatrically and said ‘thank goodness’; they were only after one thing, she said, and whilst she wanted to be polite it had been starting to get tiresome with all the competitiveness and the sexual innuendo, and even an attempted grope from a couple of the bolder (or drunker) spirits. I shared the laugh with her, and was again flattered when she said that I must get the same problem, but I blushed and shrugged it off, saying that I was not as beautiful as her. She insisted that I was, and remarked that my figure was in lovely proportion. We talked for a while, and I began to think her interest was more than just friendly sisterhood; we were definitely moving into flirting, and with her expressive gestures she was touching my hands and arms much more than was necessary. No one seemed to intrude into our little bubble of space, and I began to feel a mounting thrill that had me getting a bit sweaty between the thighs and moist in my pussy. Finally, as one more overtly sexually ambiguous remark topped another, she paused and put her hand over mine where it was resting on the table, tracing her fingers to my wrist. She looked me directly in the eyes and said; ‘If you haven’t been here before, would you like to see around? Geraldine won’t mind – at these events, only her private rooms are off-limits, and there are lots of other places.’ Her lips were slightly parted in a way that made me want to taste them right there and then, no matter who was looking, but this sounded like some sort of invitation to find a more discrete place – and it was clear that she was sexually interested in me. I said that I would love to, adding meaningfully ‘if it’s just the two of us – I’d love a private show.’ ‘Oh, yes’, she replied eagerly, slipping an arm deliciously around my waist, ‘it’s just a party for two’. That exchange removed all doubts, and I felt heady with excitement and anticipation, as the wetness in my crotch soaked the gusset of my skimpy panties – I had never been picked up (for that’s what it was) by so stunning a beauty, or ever before had the opportunity to make love to a black or Asian woman. Miranda steered me through to the hall, and said: ‘let’s start the tour at the top’. She released my waist and led the way up the broad staircase, giving me a close view of her magnificent ass swaying from side to side in the tight satin dress as I followed behind her. There were two upper floors, and when we reached the highest she drew me close and then, as there was no one on the landing or in the corridor, pulled me against her warm body and found my lips with hers. I parted them for a deep tongue-twining kiss that left me short of breath for all the right reasons, and gazed at her speechless as she pulled back. Her hand dropped from my right shoulder to cup and squeeze my breast, and at my eager moan she nodded. With the lights of humour and lust dancing in her eyes, she said softly ‘I had to be sure’, and then she took me along the corridor, past seven or eight closed doors. We stopped in front of one which she opened quietly and peered inside, and then beckoned me to follow. It was a bedroom, but clearly not in regular use – there were no personal items in it, and it had that neat and tidy look that spoke ‘spare room’. Miranda closed the door behind us, clicking the latch so that only someone with the key could enter after us. Then she turned back and gazed at me for a timeless moment, and I drank in her dark beauty in return. Miranda lifted her hands to enclose both of my breasts, and gave them a firm squeeze as she said in a husky voice: ‘I want to fuck you ... and I want you to fuck me!’ I’ve gone to heaven, I thought, and then: no, heaven has come to me. Her fingers traced down the deep opening in the front of my ball gown, and then slid up and went underneath it, finding my naked breasts – for the design of the dress had made wearing a bra out of the question. As her fingers found my nipples, I though I would faint from arousal, and it was as much to steady myself as to return the favour that my hands went to her shoulders, and then to begin unfastening the halter neck of her gown. It proved to have a fairly simple clip artfully hidden under a silk bow, and when I unsnapped it the dress fell apart on each side down to her hips. An acre of sumptuous black skin was revealed, and two of the shapeliest, firmest breasts that it has ever been my privilege to hold, lick and suck – as I at once proceeded to do with these globes of joy. ‘Aaahhh, yes, go for it, gal, mmmm’, she moaned, and I realised that her nipples were highly sensitive. I slowed my pace, making it softer and more tantalising, and my tactic scored a bull’s eye. She began to writhe in my arms, not in objection but in unconstrained pleasure, and her head fell backwards, with cascades of hair hanging down her back and her throat exposed in complete surrender to the moment. I slipped an arm around her waist to hold her steady, and applied the other hand to one breast and my mouth to the other. Her breathing took on a ragged syncopation of increasing pace, and I could tell that I was taking her to an orgasm just from the attentions that I was devoting to her mammaries. Her hands were still holding my breasts, and her grip tightened convulsively – almost painfully – as the climax took her to a crescendo, and she gave a high-pitched cry of ‘yes! yes! oh – fuck! – yesssss!!’ I released her breasts and she stood back a pace, slightly tottering in the aftermath. The nostrils of her attractive broad nose were flared and her eyes were still hot with unsatiated lust. In a throaty voice, she instructed: ‘get this dress off me!’ She turned around, and I knelt behind her and found the other fastening at the bottom of the back, where the fabric that enclosed her breasts swept around to meet just above the cleft of her buttocks – above that, her back had been bare. With the halter neck already undone, as soon as I opened this the whole creamy concoction tumbled to her ankles; she stepped out of it, but took care to drape it carefully over the back of a small chair. I was breathtaken by what I saw – she had a superb physique for a woman in her early 30s, and clearly kept herself even fitter and more toned than I did myself – and, without boasting, I can say I was both slim and trim. I had already admired her full swinging breasts, adorned by paler milky-brown aureoles and stiffly erect nipples; now I saw her smooth stomach muscles, flowing hips and toned thighs. I had been right about the panties – there was a tiny thong in an attractive, expensive-looking combination of black transparent gauze and lace; I wasted no time in pulling this down and off as well. She was wearing no stockings, and like myself had shoes with only an inch of heel – black again, with elegant straps over the foot and ankles. Her shapely ass was right in front of me, and I kissed her first on one cheek and then the other, before pushing my tongue into her cleft, licking at her asshole. She gave a slightly startled squeal, but then responded by moving her legs apart, and thrusting her chest forwards and her bottom out behind her. My tongue pushed in further, nibbling at her puckering anus, whilst I brought one hand up between her thighs to take a firm grip of her pussy. This was rewarded with another squeal which turned swiftly into a moan of pleasure, as I firmly pushed my index-finger at least three inches into her. She was very aroused, lubricated and easy to penetrate, and I began finger-shafting her whilst still teasing and nibbling around her ass. She whimpered, and with a convulsive shudder she came a second time. I felt in command of the situation, more than I usually do – I’m not particularly dominant and like to share the love-making roles, but there are times when you want to be in control and this was one of them. With my hands on her hips, I rotated her unresisting body until her cunt was now presented to my mouth. Her pudenda were rich and swollen, and coated with juices from the two orgasms which she had already enjoyed. Its sight, smell and taste were irresistible, and I attacked it with my mouth, lapping up her juices and thrusting deep within her vagina. ‘Oh, yeh, yeh, baby’, she grunted, ‘lick me – suck me – FUCK ME!’ My lips were clamped round her pussy like a limpet, I was intoxicated by the scent and taste of her black skin, and my tongue quested roughly for her clitoris. As I found it, she gasped, and begged to sit down before her legs gave way. I removed my mouth and released her hips from my grip, and she took two steps backwards to find the side of the big double-bed which was in the centre of the room. Sinking down on the mattress, she spread her legs as wide apart as possible, thrusting her cunt outwards in wordless invitation. I enjoyed a moment of rapturous appreciation of the wonderful sight: her hungry eyes, half-open mouth, and dishevelled hair; her magnificent breasts, coated with a sheen of sweat; her open legs and at their centre her gaping pussy lips, moist and vividly pink against the dark skin and the cropped matting of black hair around them. Truly, I am not sure if I have ever seen a more beautiful woman, a more wanton pose, or a more definite promise of sexual fulfilment. ‘Fuck, you’re magnificent!’ I said, and I could tell that my sincerity had pleased her. She shook her tumbled black hair, and announced with a joyous smile ‘I am the Lion Queen’, and then with real hunger she added ‘and I will eat you!’ – giving me a fake snarl and showing her teeth as she said this – ‘but first, paleskin squaw eat me!’ I thought she was getting her continents mixed up, never mind her ethnicity, but what the hell: she was full of warmth and humour, so eager and just so fucking sexy – she was rocking my world, and had barely touched me yet, in fact I still had all my clothes on! I gave a low imitation of a wolf howl, and crawled towards my target on hands and knees, bringing my face to her cunt and resuming my oral penetration with renewed vigour and determination. After an initial moan, she clamped her mouth closed and took short deep breaths through her nostrils. As my tongue pushed her vaginal walls apart and dove as deeply as I could reach, she clutched one of her breasts in one hand, mauling the tit quite roughly, and clamped the other hand on the back of my head, trying to pull me even further into her. I surfaced for a quick breath, and then used my teeth to nibble along the edges of her opening, a technique which usually produces fireworks and did not fail me now. I could her voice uttering a mixture of swear words interleaved with gasps and groans, and her vocal response encouraged me to bite a little harder than usual. She let out an ululating wail (and for a second I was worried someone would hear it and break down the door, thinking the person inside was unwell!), but it degenerated in the next few seconds to barking shrieks as I zeroed in on her clitoris, teasing it, sucking it, and carefully pulling it between my teeth. The effect of the latter was explosive: she was wracked with a series of shudders, and came for the third time even more strongly than before. I tasted the wash of her pussy juices, vacuuming them up with my mouth, savouring them with my tongue and swallowing them. She flopped back on the bed, and brushed a hand across her sweat-covered brow. ‘Wow!’ she said, ‘that was fantastic! I owe you, babe – and I always pay my debts!’ When Miranda rose to her feet, I stood up as well. She gently stroked my cheek, and kissed me tenderly on the lips. Then, slightly detaching herself, she said ‘you look real good in this, honey’, and ran her hands all over my front, ending by slipping them once again in between the bodice of my dress to find my breasts. I reached behind me to undo the fastenings, and my dress fell away from my body just as hers had done earlier. I was wearing more underneath than she had done: I had a pair of black hold-up stockings, and black satin panties that were shaped to sit high on the hip with a plunging front. Within seconds, she slid her hand inside them, to stroke my cunt and rub her knuckle up and down my opening. I closed my eyes to savour the sensations, and now it was her turn to steer me backwards towards the bed. She encouraged me to lie on it fully, on my back, and she climbed on to straddle my stomach. With one hand she reached behind her to continue probing at my pussy, and with the other she groped each of my breasts in turn. Then she shifted position and slid my panties from my hips to below my knees, and I completed the job by kicking them off. After this, she reversed position into a classic ‘69’, and lowered her pussy onto my eager and anticipatory face. I certainly hadn’t lost my appetite for her sweet sex, and resumed with if anything even more determination. As I was feasting on her cunt, her own face was poised just a few inches above my pussy, and she wasted no time in giving it vigorous attention. For several minutes we ate each other out, as she steadily and patiently worked me towards orgasm. We had been in the bedroom for quite a while by now, and the noise of the party had almost ceased. I realised that it must be at least 1.00 a.m., possibly later, but I certainly wasn’t going to stop short of obtaining delicious release from the tongue of my ebony goddess. However, just as I was feeling that my climax was about to break, the door into the bedroom opened. I was so preoccupied it took a few seconds for this development to register, and then I gave a horrified squawk of alarm. Standing in the doorway, her slim and elegant form silhouetted against the brighter lights of the corridor, was the owner of the house and my ultimate boss, Geraldine Morton. I had only met her twice before, very briefly and in formal situations – once at my interview, and once on my first day at work to welcome me to the firm. She had seemed a cool, slightly remote figure, a very handsome woman of around 40, a couple of inches less in height than me. Her Irish parentage had given her the ginger hair that she kept in a business-like short bob and her pale creamy skin tone (though expensive oils and beauty therapists certainly helped with that). In those brief meetings it had registered with me that she had a fine ripe figure, with the fullness of her bosom only partly concealed by her austere trouser-suit outfits. Earlier this evening I had looked at her with interest as she circulated amongst the guests, for although her black evening dress was in one of the more conservative styles on display, still it clung close to a figure that was as trim as a woman of half her age, and showcased a bust that many of them would have killed for. Then I had idly wanted to see more of her – now, I certainly didn’t! A cold chill swept through me as she folded her arms below her ample breasts, and enquired: ‘So, Miranda, you seem to have scored – who do we have here?’ My bubble burst in swift realisation, as the pointers all fell into place: Miranda’s failure to mention how she came to be at the party, her comment about knowing Geraldine for years, her familiarity with this upper and clearly more private part of the house, her confident occupation of this room. Shit! shit! shit!! SHIT!!! ran through my panicking mind: I was fucking the boss’s babe, and had been caught in flagrante delicto – and whilst Miranda surely was a delight, it couldn’t get much more flagrant than being discovered almost nude, in a 69 clinch, with my tongue deep in her pussy. I would be fired for sure: I would be clearing my desk in the morning – I saw my career crashing in flames. I tried to mumble something, anything, and to rise up, but Miranda’s weight on top of me pinned me down. Through a mist of apprehension, I heard her voice – unconcerned, soothing, and telling me not to worry, it’s all OK. Then Geraldine shifted position slightly and more of the corridor light fell on her face – and with huge relief I could see that she was not angry, but smiling. She closed the door behind her and walked over to the bed, whilst Miranda smoothly rolled off me to lie alongside, propped up on one elbow, amusedly regarding her new trophy and her older lover. I was still paralysed from shock and remained flat on my back, unintentionally affording my boss a clear view and full access to all my charms. She let her hand fall lightly on my right breast and traced across to the left one, giving the nipple a firm tweak. Still closely watching my face, her hand moved down my body to touch me between the legs, and I gave a short gasp of surprise and pleasure. ‘Mmmm, she’s quite a stunner’, Geraldine told Miranda, ‘well done, sweetie.’ My boss then met my eyes directly, and in a few words she explained that she and Miranda particularly enjoyed threesomes, and were always on the lookout for suitable additions to their games – in particular, at this annual party Miranda was always commissioned to find a new girl to join their circle. Geraldine also made two other points clear, politely but firmly: this could never be spoken of at the office, and whilst they would love it if I became one of their group of fuck-buddies, I must not expect any special treatment or privileges at work to result from it. I nodded my agreement, and then reinforced it by saying ‘That’s fine – I wouldn’t want it any other way’. Geraldine gave a warm smile that transformed her face, making her look at least five years younger. Then she gathered up the hem of her evening dress, languorously lifting the thin material to bunch around her waist. As I lay on the bed looking up at her, I had a grandstand view: she was wearing nothing at all beneath the dress (apart from shoes) and, after what seemed endless tanned leg, her pubes were revealed to be smoothly shaven, so every detail of her womanhood was evident. When the dress was completely above her hips, she swung across the bed, straddling me and lowering her cunt down onto my face. She took my head in her hands, guiding my mouth to her ripely-scented vagina. ‘I want what she’s had – now!’ she instructed. There is a God in heaven, I thought, and She is wonderful. I had made love to plenty of women over the years, but always one at a time – I had never experienced a threesome before. The view which I had looking upwards as Geraldine brought her pussy down to ride on my face was absolutely stunning – she was a very handsome woman, mature and full-figured, and I was so turned on by her. My fingers reached around her thighs to prise her labia apart, and my tongue eagerly pressed in between them, sucking up her wetness and thrusting further inside. With the third or fourth slice of my tongue up and down her vagina, flicking across her clit, she closed her eyes and arched her back. Miranda had risen from the bed and came up behind her lover, and just at this moment she slipped her fingers under the straps of Geraldine’s dress, easing them off her shoulders and letting the dress tumble down at each side. This revealed Geraldine’s large U-shaped breasts, which sagged only very slightly as the underwiring in the bodice of her dress fell away. My perspective on them from underneath her pelvis was so erotic that I nearly came, and I gave a kind of gasp. Because my mouth was pushed into Geraldine’s pussy, this sent a jet of air into her vagina, and she gave a curious sideways shake of her hips whilst a shudder ran through her body. The shudders continued as Miranda reached round from behind to cup and fondle her ripe breasts, pulling and slightly pinching the erect nipples. I had resumed my eating out of Geraldine, tasting her increasing wetness, when the next thing that I knew was a sudden penetration of my own vagina by something hard, wide and ribbed. The surprise as much as anything made me jerk my head upwards, which rammed my tongue deeper into Geraldine than I had gone before. She gave a kind of sob, and moaned ‘oh! yes! – do it more, do it more!’ Miranda had left the bed for a moment, and from some drawer had extracted a long, flexible double-ended dildo made of dark purple plastic. She had worked one end into my cunt, twisting it in and out until at least seven inches was inside me. Then she bent the other end upwards, so that it formed a curved L-shape. Miranda climbed back on the bed, spread her knees and lowered her pussy down over the other end of the dildo. Within a few seconds, a long section of it vanished into her, so that only a few inches remained visible between her hole and mine. Miranda began to ride up and down on the dildo, pushing it into me with every downstroke, whilst her hands found Geraldine’s tits again and squeezed them roughly. I had never experienced anything as stimulating as this before, having my mouth full of moist pussy and its seeping juices, and simultaneously being reamed out by the hard and deep thrusts of the dildo. An orgasmic wave spasmed through me – it must have been a double or triple orgasm, again a first time for me. I’m not sure if I could have lasted much longer, but almost immediately Geraldine reached her climax as well. She bent forwards at the waist, and her hands gripped my head, shoving it into her even harder. At the same time, her head went back, and she gave a series of shrill yelps, aimed at the ceiling. Geraldine came all over my face, and I lapped up as much of her cunny-juices as possible. After taking a few deep and shaky breaths, Geraldine climbed off me and discarded her dress completely, kicking off her shoes as well. I was still lying on my back on the bed, and before I could gather my wits to rise, Miranda got on top of me and lowered her large swinging breasts onto my face for some oral attention. I was happy to oblige; they were superbly shaped, quite apart from the exotic appeal of her black skin and the lighter creamy-brown of the aureoles and nipples. Miranda was crouched over my body on her knees, which had the effect of sticking her ass up in the air and separating her buttocks. This was too tempting a sight for Geraldine, and this time I noted which drawer in the dressing-table near the window she opened. Her choice proved to be a strap-on, which she quickly stepped into and buckled in place. Without saying a word, she got onto the bed behind Miranda’s butt, and began to fuck her doggy-style. Geraldine’s hands gripped Miranda’s waist, and she started a slow rhythm of thrust and withdrawal. Miranda gloried in the attention of being in the middle of our threesome, with one woman sucking her tits and kneading her breasts whilst another shafted her pussy. She began to push her hips backwards to coincide with Geraldine’s impaling of her cunt, giving a low deep moan which turned into a gasp each time the strap-on reached its point of maximum penetration. Miranda lost all control, gripping my shoulders as if she was about to be swept away by a tidal wave, and pouring out a torrent of demands and pleas to fuck her more, harder, deeper. At last, after much longer than I expected, her body jerked in a profound orgasm, and she collapsed on top of me with her full breasts smothering my smaller ones. Geraldine gave her black babe an affectionate (but quite firm) slap on the rump, and with a sigh the younger woman rolled off me to lie alongside, on her back. However, there was to be no rest for me, nor did I need any. Geraldine said ‘now it’s my turn’, and she beckoned me to stand up. I was expecting that she would want to fuck me with the strap-on, but it turned out to be quite the opposite. Instead, my boss unfastened it and buckled it onto me, cinching the straps firmly around my waist. Then she clambered onto the prone form of Miranda, getting into the 69 position. Geraldine’s ass was towards me, and I saw Miranda’s face framed underneath it, whilst her fingers spread the older woman’s labial lips and licked them wetly. Geraldine raised her head from sucking on Miranda’s pussy, and ordered me crisply to ‘fuck the living daylights outta me’. I moved up to the edge of the bed, and Geraldine’s hand guided the tip of the strap-on to her pussy hole. She arched her back, pushing against me so that about an inch of it slid into her. ‘Give it to me,’ she gasped, ‘drill me for oil.’ ‘Yeah,’ laughed Miranda, ‘she’s a gusher, all right!’ I needed no more encouragement: the prospect of fucking the boss was incredibly arousing, and I was determined to give her it all –a real bone-shaking pussy-pounding. I was so fired up that I had no restraint left, and with a volcanic thrust of my hips I rammed the dildo into her, deep and fast. Geraldine was no novice, and she responded to my forcefulness, spreading her legs and opening her vulva. I rode her hard, gripping first her hips and then her shoulders to give me the leverage to drive in the plastic cock for its full length with every stroke. To have this mature woman like putty in my hands was amazing, and her being my boss made it even more delectable. We were both sweating and gasping, and such was the force of my battering-ram shafting that she abandoned trying to keep her mouth on Miranda’s pussy, and shoved two fingers into the black woman’s cunt instead. I stepped up the pace of my thrusts with the strap-on, and Geraldine began to buck and thrust her hips in the same rhythm as the penetrations, whilst matching them in the pistoning of her fingers in and out of Miranda’s vagina. We were all gasping and shuddering in complete abandon, and I don’t know if we could have kept building it much longer – but, quite suddenly, Geraldine collapsed panting with a huge orgasm. The sight of her ripely-screwed body was so exciting that I came as well from the sheer thrill of it, slumping on top of her, with my breasts pressed against her back. Miranda gave a groan from underneath and told us both to get off, we were too heavy. Somehow I recovered command of my legs and staggered to my feet, withdrawing the plastic cock from Geraldine’s vagina with a wet sucking pop. When she arose, she undid and removed the strap-on from my waist, and then softly ran her fingers along my moist slit, probing and stroking. She and Miranda put me onto the bed on my back once again, with my legs spread open and dangling over the side. Geraldine moved to lie beside me, watching as her black lover picked up and put on the discarded strap-on. Miranda stood between my thighs, then she gripped each ankle and hoisted my feet into the air to rest against her shoulders. This put my pussy in a submissive, vulnerable position; it was wet and open, and angled just right for the strap-on to spear into it in a downwards direction. Miranda locked her eyes onto mine and then – without shifting her gaze – she leaned her weight forwards, and the plastic cock thrust into me. Its pressure was both wonderful and alarming, as it penetrated further than I ever went with a vibrator. However, after this first hard and deep entry, she withdrew it and began a campaign of short, sharp plunges, in and out. Whilst Miranda was fucking me in the missionary position, Geraldine started to give attention to my breasts; her sucking and tweaking of my nipples added to the amazing sensations that were coursing through my body. This was the first time ever that I had been in the middle of a threesome, getting attention from two women at the same time. The sight of Miranda’s stunning black body thrusting between my legs, the sensations radiating out from my cunt as she vigorously, almost brutally, fucked me, and the stimulation of my nipples by my boss’s adept tongue, all combined to produce the biggest orgasm that I have ever had. It was amazingly erotic experience, one which I realised had so many possible permutations, and I determined there and then to enjoy it again whenever possible. After a few moments lying sprawled as we all recovered our breath, the two women each took one of my hands and led me to their master bedroom – a large, beautifully-proportioned room with three tall windows which overlooked the garden and swimming pool. In the centre was a huge circular bed, with ample room for three. We lay down, with me in between them, and I slipped off my hold-up stockings – one of which had acquired a long tear – and joined them in complete nakedness. Our sexual energy was quite spent, but we enjoyed the look and the closeness of our bodies and gently caressed each other. After a while, I fell asleep, to be woken in the morning light by Miranda’s hand questing for my pussy. Half awake, I rolled over onto my back and spread my legs wide. I heard a husky laugh, and opened my eyes wider to see Miranda lying next to me wearing nothing but a strap-on, and Geraldine (who had laughed) watching us with interest. The older woman was wearing a white bathrobe, which she had pushed one hand inside and was clearly fingering her pussy. After a few minutes of Miranda’s teasing and fondling of my cunt, which parted easily for her fingers, she got on top of me and thrust the plastic cock into my vagina. I learned later that the missionary position was her favourite, because she loves to look a woman in the face whilst she fucks her, and can see from her expressions when to go slow and when fast, and when the moment of climax is approaching. So it was with me that golden sunny morning, as she took it slowly, building and building my passion and giving me no release until I was finally shrieking and begging for it – then she switched her grip to my hips, lifted my buttocks a couple of inches off the bed, and gave me three much harder and faster shafts, until I came on the third stroke like a firework explosion inside my head. As I slumped back on the sheets, Miranda pulled out – my vagina was so sensitive, this was an erotic experience in itself. Geraldine flung off her robe, revealing that she was naked apart from the support that an underwired sky-blue bra was giving to her ample breasts, and she plunged her head between my spread thighs to lick up all of my juices, and then lapped deeper until, almost in convulsions, I came again. I lay looking up at the ceiling in a kind of daze, until Miranda chuckled and slapped me affectionately on the thigh, saying ‘get up lazybones – we’ve got all day ahead of us!’ I spent the rest of that Sunday at Geraldine’s mansion, just myself and the two of them. I don’t recall all of it – some is just a blur, but the highlights that remain include Miranda and myself taking a shower together in their spacious bathroom, as Geraldine watched with masturbatory excitement Miranda’s dark figure and my pale one mingling under the stream of water. Later in the day, we lay nude on recliners by the pool, drinking cocktails and chatting; then, to cool off (though it didn’t exactly have that effect), Geraldine got into the pool wearing only a strap-on, and I lowered my naked body into the cool water until the dildo shaft was fully inside my pussy. Whilst the older white woman slowly fucked me underwater, she held me so that I could eat out her younger black lover’s cunt, as Miranda sat on the edge of the pool with her legs wide apart and her feet in the water. Eventually, as dusk drew in, this amazing day of new experiences came to an end. Geraldine ordered a taxi to take me back to my apartment, and before I left she reminded me that all of this was quite separate from our professional work, and could not be even hinted at there. So, when two days later we passed in the corridor, we simply gave each other the kind of nod and half-smile that passes between a company MD and a mid-level executive. But after I arrived home on Thursday evening, there was a phone call from Miranda inviting me to the mansion on a Sunday later in the month, ‘to meet a few close friends’. She emphasised the word ‘close’ in a sultry way, and I couldn’t resist the reply: ‘I’d love to be close to any friends of yours, honey’. Miranda gave a husky laugh, and told me it was a lingerie party – no need to trouble over a smart dress, but to wear and bring several sets of my favourite and sexiest underwear. I was hot and flushed when I put down the phone. Oh, wow! – not only was it clear that threesomes with them were going to be a regular part of my sex life from now on, but in the meantime I got to do my second most favourite thing – shop for lingerie. I shucked off my work clothes, had a quick shower, slipped on a silk wrap, and sat down at my computer. This called for something a bit special – everyone knew good old Victoria’s Secret and Agentprovocateur, but I wanted something a bit more unusual, and began perusing some of my favourite designers – Valisere, Diane Rubach (her Jasmine range looks great on a tall woman like me), Aubade, and so on. I began to browse and choose, fingering myself between the legs, partly over the pretty models in the pictures and partly imagining myself in each item, and Geraldine and Miranda removing it. Happy days ... If you enjoyed this, check out my other stories ... you might like them too ...

I was never very outgoing in high school. I mostly kept to myself and my small group of friends, studying and occasionally going out to play videogames with them or see a movie. I was sixteen in my third year of high school, relatively tall, more so on the thin side and had very thick hair at the time. I kept in shape mostly by running, which didn’t make me particularly buff, but definitely not scrawny. I met Mary in my third year of high school. Right from the start I was very interested in her, but I had never had much luck with girls. She was pretty tall for a girl, her eyes coming up just to my neck. She was slim, but had decently sized breasts which stood out nicely from her figure. I noticed that her hips swayed very obviously when she walked. She self-identified as a goth, dying her hair black, wearing heavy metal band t-shirts, skinny jeans and mesh arm sleeves regularly. Her eyes were hazel, highlighted by eyeliner, with a cute nose and full lips. Her skin was pale and unblemished. I was immediately taken with her. We originally met through mutual friends but never interacted much over the course of the year. We did however, have one class together: math. Math wasn’t a hard subject to me. To me, it was mostly just taking a formula, taking some numbers and then plugging those numbers into the formula – easy. The teacher recommended that I sign up as a math tutor, and I figured that it would be a good way to make money, being paid through the school. So I signed up for it and started making enough money to be a little more independent, but not enough to really add up. It was near the end of the year, in the month or so before exams, when people were desperate to get last minute tutoring and help with their end of term assignments. Luckily for me, Mary was included among them. There were other tutors, but since Mary and I were already familiar, she had preferred to have me tutor her, and I had made a point of saving a spot for her. Tutoring, like with other students happened in the library for an hour after school. Mary booked a few sessions over the course of two months to help out with her homework. One day, Mary and I had a session and we started work on some math problems together. In between problem sets and explaining concepts we chatted, about our friends, our interests, whatever came to mind. I had become more and more interested in Mary at this point because she was surprisingly artistic. She was a fan of music, apparently, but despite the Slayer t-shirt that she was wearing that day she had a fairly well rounded interest in different kinds of music. She was also fairly passionate about art, and I caught her doodling more than once during our sessions, though the doodles put to shame anything that I could try drawing. She was also gifted with that special kind of quick-witted sarcasm, which made me laugh a little too loud more than once. After the hour, the librarian came over to shoo us out. We hadn’t finished working on all of her assignment, but we had made a lot of progress. Mary still seemed kind of upset that we didn’t finish, and suggested that maybe we finish up at her house. This caught me off guard but I stammered out a “yes” in the end. I asked her, “When?” She said “Why not right now? I only live five minutes from the school.” Since I only lived about a half hour from the school, I agreed and we started walking down the road to her place. It was winter, and there was a lot of snow on this particular day. There was a light fall coming down as we walked, but it wasn't unbearably cold. We left the school grounds and walked down to her street. She lived in a three-story house, but it was very narrow. I noticed that there was no car in her driveway. We climbed the front steps, she took out her house key, unlocked the door and we went in. We both shivered a little as we took off our coats. She had worn her coat the whole time in the library. When I asked her why, she said it was because “She was cold.” It was then in the house that I realized that today she was wearing a tank top, with a fair amount of cleavage that made her breasts really stand out. She was also wearing black leggings, which showed off her slender, shapely legs and tight rear end. It was lucky that she left the room before she noticed my growing hard on, which I quickly adjusted so it was less obvious in my jeans. She went up the stairs that lead to the upper floors and told me to follow her. I was feeling somewhat uncomfortable for some reason; perhaps it was how deadly silent the house was right then. Still, I followed her up, backpack in tow. She had waited for me on the second floor. “My room is this way,” she said, nodding up the stairs. She went up to the third floor and I caught an even better sight of her slender legs and distracting ass, that swayed in that way so typical of her. I followed now, more than a little distracted, with my heart beating like mad. Hitting the third floor, I realized that her bedroom was the entire attic basically. She had put up posters of various bands and musicians that she liked, as well as a few drawings and paintings that she had made herself. She had a single bed, low to the ground, and a small desk with a computer on it. Instinctively I went for the computer, but she immediately corrected me: “No, don’t bother, there’s not enough room for both of us to work there. Come over on the bed, it’s easier.” The steady uneasiness and excitement that I had been feeling all this while was growing more and more, but I sat down next to her on her bed. We took out some of our school things and continued to work on her math assignments. After a few minutes, I started to relax as we got back to the swing of things. After an hour, I had practically forgotten that I was sitting on a gorgeous girl’s bed with her with nobody home. After a good while, we nearly finished the assignment. Mary was getting bored of the work, and I knew I wouldn't be able to keep her on track for long if we kept going, so I suggested that we took a break for a while. “Good,” she said, and cleared through her work on the floor. She did a quick stretch, as I followed her lead and then stopped. For what seemed like forever neither one of us said anything. The silence in the house was overwhelming, and all of the discomfort I felt earlier had come back. “So, uhm, how’re things?” I asked, desperate to stat some kind of small talk. “You know, I don’t think that you should tutor me anymore,” she said flatly. “What? Why?” I was surprised, and a little bit hurt in the way that she said that. “Because you’re an idiot,” Mary responded. “How am I an idiot?” I asked, now getting a bit irritated. “You have been with me in my house, trying your best not to look at my tits when you think I can’t see you, with nobody home, on my bed, and you've done absolutely fuck all.” “What’re you talking -” and then she kissed me. It wasn't a peck. It was a strong, firm, sinking kind of kiss. The softness of her lips, the wetness in her kiss, the suddenness; I wasn't prepared for any of it. I was so shocked that I froze. She continued to kiss me for a good few seconds, then she broke from it and gave me a look. “Well? What’re you going to do about it?” she asked, again in her flat tone. I don’t know what came over me, but something in me just immediately snapped. I dove at her and started kissing her back. I think she wasn't fully ready for how I responded but soon enough she gave in and put her arms around me. I was lying on top of her on the bed, and we were writhing and desperately kissing each other. I’m not sure how, but soon our tongues started playing with each other and our mouths were getting sloppy with saliva. After what was probably seven minutes of intense making out we finally broke from it and took a breath. We both wiped our mouths. She and I gave each other a smile that showed equal amounts of contentment and lust. Then, I stopped smiling. She looked confused for a minute, and then I lowered my lips next to her ear. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” I whispered. “Me too,” she said. A new wave of lust took over me and I started nibbling on her ear. She started to breath more sharply when I did that. I moved down to her neck and I thought now I heard small moans every now and again. Now I was the one on the offensive. I wasn't paying attention, but she had grabbed my hand and forced it to her breast. There was no way I was going to be able to hide my hard on now. I squeezed her breast and moved my hand around in a circle, massaging it through her tank top. Now she was definitely moaning. I think without either of us realizing, we had adjusted ourselves so that she had spread her legs and I was between her, instinctively thrusting into her mound. Very suddenly she pushed me up a little bit. I watched as she lifted her tank top slightly, shoved my hand up, under her bra, and directly on to her breast. She grabbed the back of my head and forcefully pulled me back down to her, where her frantic tongue started darting in and out of my mouth. Now I could feel her nipple poking my hand and her moans were almost like grunts. I realized that I probably sounded a lot like her. I decided that maybe I should take charge again, and tried to reach under her to grab her ass. I tried putting my hand between her legs to reach it but she didn't lift her butt. Instead, my hand met up with the outline of her pussy. Even though I could feel how intense the heat coming off of it was, I froze again. I didn't know what to do. I thought that I had gone too far. Luckily for me, Mary knew exactly what to do. She started grinding her pussy into my hand for a minute before she lifted the waistband on her leggings. She grabbed my hand and guided it down. I felt her smooth belly as my hand sunk lower and lower. My fingers slowly slid down the sides of her wet lips, my middle finger dangling over the opening of her pussy. I didn't feel any hair at all, and I realized that she must shave it. With a bold new confidence, I started fingering her pussy. As I slid my finger in I could hear her gasp feel her tighten up around my finger. She was soaked. Now she had stopped grunting and started to whimper. I pulled up her tank top and bra and exposed her breasts. They were perfect, large C-cups with quarter-sized nipples, fully erect. Without waiting for her to respond I put my mouth on one and started sucking on it. She moaned very loudly when that happened. My ring finger joined my middle finger as I kept penetrating Mary, now she was gasping loudly and grunting again. Her breathing kept becoming sharper and louder and I started to finger her faster. I swear that a puddle was forming on her bed. I switched between her breasts as I sucked, and took the liberty to nibble a little as I did it. Suddenly, she arched her back, yelled loudly and came all over my fingers. Her pussy tightened and convulsed and her body shook, but I refused to stop. I kept sucking on her nipple and I slammed my fingers in and out of her as she climaxed, and kept going until her body finally stopped shaking. She was breathless, but she quickly forced me to kiss her, again grabbing the back of my head and forcing her lips into mine. She pulled my hand out of her leggings and then pushed me on my back. Now she was on top of me, kissing me furiously. After a while, she paused, and looked down at me with a wicked smile. “I think I should thank you for being such a good tutor.” I almost came right there. Mary unzipped my fly and with very little effort pulled my pants down and my cock out. By now I was rock solid, with a small a bit of jism dripping out of my glans. I was looking forward to this gorgeous girl giving me a hand job. Unsurprisingly, Mary caught me off guard again. She licked my cock from the base of its shaft to the tip, swirling her tongue around the end before her lips covered the head and she started gently sucking. It took a huge amount of concentration to stop myself from blowing my load in her mouth right there. Mercifully, she stopped for a second. She took her tank top and bra off the whole way, fully exposing her naked torso. I was again stunned by how gorgeous she was: not a blemish, not a fault on that pale beauty. Then, she again lowered her head and took me into her mouth. She started off gently sucking, but then started to go deeper. She got a good amount of my length into her mouth, and jerked the rest with her hand. It had been a while since anybody had given me this kind of attention, and it was overwhelming with a girl as gorgeous as Mary. She pulled her hair to one side so I could get a good view of her sucking my cock, her full lips covering the whole thing in saliva. I felt a tightening sensation in my balls; I knew that I couldn't last much longer. Mary went faster and faster, sucking with incredible force. I let out a loud yell and bucked my hips forward, shooting one of the biggest loads I had ever known, right into the trusting mouth of Mary. She still surprised me, rather than pulling away in disgust, she swallowed load after load that I shot into her mouth, still jerking it with her hand, milking me for my cum. After I had again gone limp, she took her lips off of my cock and gave it a gentle kiss. She wiped some of the cum and saliva from the corners of her mouth, sucking it off of her fingers. I was exhausted, collapsed on the bed. Mary moved up next to me, swinging an arm and a leg over me. She cuddled to me, and almost seemed to purr with contentment. “How was that?” she whispered. “Jesus Christ,” was all I could say. She giggled and kissed my cheek. I started asking her questions, about how this all came to be. As it turned out, she thought that I was kind of cute, and she wanted to show her appreciation for all the help I gave her on her homework. She had been planning this out for the past couple of weeks. We went uninterrupted because her parents didn't come back until later in the evening usually. None the less, she kicked me out after a few more minutes just to be safe. Her parents didn't like it when she had boys over. It was just as well, I had to be home too. So with a kiss goodbye at the door, I left in stunned ecstasy. The next week, we had a math test. I was surprised to see Mary among one of the first to go up and hand in her test. A couple of days later, our tests were graded and given back to us. Later that day, I found a note in my locker. It read: I got an A on my test. Thanks for the extra study sessions, it really helped. Do you think you’d be able to do more private sessions? I've been having some problems with anatomy too. Mary P.S. I might have some study tools to help.

I was never very outgoing in high school. I mostly kept to myself and my small group of friends, studying and occasionally going out to play videogames with them or see a movie. I was sixteen in my third year of high school, relatively tall, more so on the thin side and had very thick hair at the time. I kept in shape mostly by running, which didn’t make me particularly buff, but definitely not scrawny. I met Mary in my third year of high school. Right from the start I was very interested in her, but I had never had much luck with girls. She was pretty tall for a girl, her eyes coming up just to my neck. She was slim, but had decently sized breasts which stood out nicely from her figure. I noticed that her hips swayed very obviously when she walked. She self-identified as a goth, dying her hair black, wearing heavy metal band t-shirts, skinny jeans and mesh arm sleeves regularly. Her eyes were hazel, highlighted by eyeliner, with a cute nose and full lips. Her skin was pale and unblemished. I was immediately taken with her. We originally met through mutual friends but never interacted much over the course of the year. We did however, have one class together: math. Math wasn’t a hard subject to me. To me, it was mostly just taking a formula, taking some numbers and then plugging those numbers into the formula – easy. The teacher recommended that I sign up as a math tutor, and I figured that it would be a good way to make money, being paid through the school. So I signed up for it and started making enough money to be a little more independent, but not enough to really add up. It was near the end of the year, in the month or so before exams, when people were desperate to get last minute tutoring and help with their end of term assignments. Luckily for me, Mary was included among them. There were other tutors, but since Mary and I were already familiar, she had preferred to have me tutor her, and I had made a point of saving a spot for her. Tutoring, like with other students happened in the library for an hour after school. Mary booked a few sessions over the course of two months to help out with her homework. One day, Mary and I had a session and we started work on some math problems together. In between problem sets and explaining concepts we chatted, about our friends, our interests, whatever came to mind. I had become more and more interested in Mary at this point because she was surprisingly artistic. She was a fan of music, apparently, but despite the Slayer t-shirt that she was wearing that day she had a fairly well rounded interest in different kinds of music. She was also fairly passionate about art, and I caught her doodling more than once during our sessions, though the doodles put to shame anything that I could try drawing. She was also gifted with that special kind of quick-witted sarcasm, which made me laugh a little too loud more than once. After the hour, the librarian came over to shoo us out. We hadn’t finished working on all of her assignment, but we had made a lot of progress. Mary still seemed kind of upset that we didn’t finish, and suggested that maybe we finish up at her house. This caught me off guard but I stammered out a “yes” in the end. I asked her, “When?” She said “Why not right now? I only live five minutes from the school.” Since I only lived about a half hour from the school, I agreed and we started walking down the road to her place. It was winter, and there was a lot of snow on this particular day. There was a light fall coming down as we walked, but it wasn't unbearably cold. We left the school grounds and walked down to her street. She lived in a three-story house, but it was very narrow. I noticed that there was no car in her driveway. We climbed the front steps, she took out her house key, unlocked the door and we went in. We both shivered a little as we took off our coats. She had worn her coat the whole time in the library. When I asked her why, she said it was because “She was cold.” It was then in the house that I realized that today she was wearing a tank top, with a fair amount of cleavage that made her breasts really stand out. She was also wearing black leggings, which showed off her slender, shapely legs and tight rear end. It was lucky that she left the room before she noticed my growing hard on, which I quickly adjusted so it was less obvious in my jeans. She went up the stairs that lead to the upper floors and told me to follow her. I was feeling somewhat uncomfortable for some reason; perhaps it was how deadly silent the house was right then. Still, I followed her up, backpack in tow. She had waited for me on the second floor. “My room is this way,” she said, nodding up the stairs. She went up to the third floor and I caught an even better sight of her slender legs and distracting ass, that swayed in that way so typical of her. I followed now, more than a little distracted, with my heart beating like mad. Hitting the third floor, I realized that her bedroom was the entire attic basically. She had put up posters of various bands and musicians that she liked, as well as a few drawings and paintings that she had made herself. She had a single bed, low to the ground, and a small desk with a computer on it. Instinctively I went for the computer, but she immediately corrected me: “No, don’t bother, there’s not enough room for both of us to work there. Come over on the bed, it’s easier.” The steady uneasiness and excitement that I had been feeling all this while was growing more and more, but I sat down next to her on her bed. We took out some of our school things and continued to work on her math assignments. After a few minutes, I started to relax as we got back to the swing of things. After an hour, I had practically forgotten that I was sitting on a gorgeous girl’s bed with her with nobody home. After a good while, we nearly finished the assignment. Mary was getting bored of the work, and I knew I wouldn't be able to keep her on track for long if we kept going, so I suggested that we took a break for a while. “Good,” she said, and cleared through her work on the floor. She did a quick stretch, as I followed her lead and then stopped. For what seemed like forever neither one of us said anything. The silence in the house was overwhelming, and all of the discomfort I felt earlier had come back. “So, uhm, how’re things?” I asked, desperate to stat some kind of small talk. “You know, I don’t think that you should tutor me anymore,” she said flatly. “What? Why?” I was surprised, and a little bit hurt in the way that she said that. “Because you’re an idiot,” Mary responded. “How am I an idiot?” I asked, now getting a bit irritated. “You have been with me in my house, trying your best not to look at my tits when you think I can’t see you, with nobody home, on my bed, and you've done absolutely fuck all.” “What’re you talking -” and then she kissed me. It wasn't a peck. It was a strong, firm, sinking kind of kiss. The softness of her lips, the wetness in her kiss, the suddenness; I wasn't prepared for any of it. I was so shocked that I froze. She continued to kiss me for a good few seconds, then she broke from it and gave me a look. “Well? What’re you going to do about it?” she asked, again in her flat tone. I don’t know what came over me, but something in me just immediately snapped. I dove at her and started kissing her back. I think she wasn't fully ready for how I responded but soon enough she gave in and put her arms around me. I was lying on top of her on the bed, and we were writhing and desperately kissing each other. I’m not sure how, but soon our tongues started playing with each other and our mouths were getting sloppy with saliva. After what was probably seven minutes of intense making out we finally broke from it and took a breath. We both wiped our mouths. She and I gave each other a smile that showed equal amounts of contentment and lust. Then, I stopped smiling. She looked confused for a minute, and then I lowered my lips next to her ear. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” I whispered. “Me too,” she said. A new wave of lust took over me and I started nibbling on her ear. She started to breath more sharply when I did that. I moved down to her neck and I thought now I heard small moans every now and again. Now I was the one on the offensive. I wasn't paying attention, but she had grabbed my hand and forced it to her breast. There was no way I was going to be able to hide my hard on now. I squeezed her breast and moved my hand around in a circle, massaging it through her tank top. Now she was definitely moaning. I think without either of us realizing, we had adjusted ourselves so that she had spread her legs and I was between her, instinctively thrusting into her mound. Very suddenly she pushed me up a little bit. I watched as she lifted her tank top slightly, shoved my hand up, under her bra, and directly on to her breast. She grabbed the back of my head and forcefully pulled me back down to her, where her frantic tongue started darting in and out of my mouth. Now I could feel her nipple poking my hand and her moans were almost like grunts. I realized that I probably sounded a lot like her. I decided that maybe I should take charge again, and tried to reach under her to grab her ass. I tried putting my hand between her legs to reach it but she didn't lift her butt. Instead, my hand met up with the outline of her pussy. Even though I could feel how intense the heat coming off of it was, I froze again. I didn't know what to do. I thought that I had gone too far. Luckily for me, Mary knew exactly what to do. She started grinding her pussy into my hand for a minute before she lifted the waistband on her leggings. She grabbed my hand and guided it down. I felt her smooth belly as my hand sunk lower and lower. My fingers slowly slid down the sides of her wet lips, my middle finger dangling over the opening of her pussy. I didn't feel any hair at all, and I realized that she must shave it. With a bold new confidence, I started fingering her pussy. As I slid my finger in I could hear her gasp feel her tighten up around my finger. She was soaked. Now she had stopped grunting and started to whimper. I pulled up her tank top and bra and exposed her breasts. They were perfect, large C-cups with quarter-sized nipples, fully erect. Without waiting for her to respond I put my mouth on one and started sucking on it. She moaned very loudly when that happened. My ring finger joined my middle finger as I kept penetrating Mary, now she was gasping loudly and grunting again. Her breathing kept becoming sharper and louder and I started to finger her faster. I swear that a puddle was forming on her bed. I switched between her breasts as I sucked, and took the liberty to nibble a little as I did it. Suddenly, she arched her back, yelled loudly and came all over my fingers. Her pussy tightened and convulsed and her body shook, but I refused to stop. I kept sucking on her nipple and I slammed my fingers in and out of her as she climaxed, and kept going until her body finally stopped shaking. She was breathless, but she quickly forced me to kiss her, again grabbing the back of my head and forcing her lips into mine. She pulled my hand out of her leggings and then pushed me on my back. Now she was on top of me, kissing me furiously. After a while, she paused, and looked down at me with a wicked smile. “I think I should thank you for being such a good tutor.” I almost came right there. Mary unzipped my fly and with very little effort pulled my pants down and my cock out. By now I was rock solid, with a small a bit of jism dripping out of my glans. I was looking forward to this gorgeous girl giving me a hand job. Unsurprisingly, Mary caught me off guard again. She licked my cock from the base of its shaft to the tip, swirling her tongue around the end before her lips covered the head and she started gently sucking. It took a huge amount of concentration to stop myself from blowing my load in her mouth right there. Mercifully, she stopped for a second. She took her tank top and bra off the whole way, fully exposing her naked torso. I was again stunned by how gorgeous she was: not a blemish, not a fault on that pale beauty. Then, she again lowered her head and took me into her mouth. She started off gently sucking, but then started to go deeper. She got a good amount of my length into her mouth, and jerked the rest with her hand. It had been a while since anybody had given me this kind of attention, and it was overwhelming with a girl as gorgeous as Mary. She pulled her hair to one side so I could get a good view of her sucking my cock, her full lips covering the whole thing in saliva. I felt a tightening sensation in my balls; I knew that I couldn't last much longer. Mary went faster and faster, sucking with incredible force. I let out a loud yell and bucked my hips forward, shooting one of the biggest loads I had ever known, right into the trusting mouth of Mary. She still surprised me, rather than pulling away in disgust, she swallowed load after load that I shot into her mouth, still jerking it with her hand, milking me for my cum. After I had again gone limp, she took her lips off of my cock and gave it a gentle kiss. She wiped some of the cum and saliva from the corners of her mouth, sucking it off of her fingers. I was exhausted, collapsed on the bed. Mary moved up next to me, swinging an arm and a leg over me. She cuddled to me, and almost seemed to purr with contentment. “How was that?” she whispered. “Jesus Christ,” was all I could say. She giggled and kissed my cheek. I started asking her questions, about how this all came to be. As it turned out, she thought that I was kind of cute, and she wanted to show her appreciation for all the help I gave her on her homework. She had been planning this out for the past couple of weeks. We went uninterrupted because her parents didn't come back until later in the evening usually. None the less, she kicked me out after a few more minutes just to be safe. Her parents didn't like it when she had boys over. It was just as well, I had to be home too. So with a kiss goodbye at the door, I left in stunned ecstasy. The next week, we had a math test. I was surprised to see Mary among one of the first to go up and hand in her test. A couple of days later, our tests were graded and given back to us. Later that day, I found a note in my locker. It read: I got an A on my test. Thanks for the extra study sessions, it really helped. Do you think you’d be able to do more private sessions? I've been having some problems with anatomy too. Mary P.S. I might have some study tools to help.

Sitting in his chair, sipping at his tea, he flicked idly over the album. It was times like this which he loved. The afternoon sun cast a mellow light onto the dusty photos lying in his lap. He smiled; his childhood was always so much fun. And it was even better to look back on! One photo stood out for him though. The grainy family photo at the horse race. He couldn’t remember this one before. How could he even forget that day? Looking into his own eyes, he remembered the time the family went to Saratoga. Oh, how much had changed since then. He was fitter, smarter, and more handsome; and yet in the photo, so anonymous. His sisters all bore huge white grins; merely a smile was on his face. He grinned at his own adolescent misery. He closed his eyes and dreamed of that day... A bright August day, perfect for taking the family up to Saratoga and watch the races. Not the ideal weekend for Peter Corbin. He’d rather not have the fuss of actually doing something on a Saturday. After the aching car journey, he was glad to get out. But as usual, his mum would have something to say. “Now, be good! All of you!” she would say everywhere they went. The four of them would usual charge off at this point, hurtling straight for the sea or the roller coaster. But only the three girls ran off in a squeal of excitement. Peter was just left to mope around his mother, hands in his pockets kicking at the gravel. “What’s up Peter? We’ve not come all this way for you to look miserable!” “Why have we come here? It’s so boring here!” “Nonsense; your sisters have dreamed of coming up here! Now perk up, we’re in the upper classes now! Don’t want you giving the wrong impression!” She took her bonnet from the back seats and toddled off towards the hoards of people dressed in white dresses and black suits, bearing hats and umbrellas. It all just seemed too ridiculous for Peter. Why had his mother always tried her best to try and “fit in with the upper classes”? And why had his sisters all been so desperate to follow her? Peter just slumped against the side of the car, where gentlemen strode past him and sniggered pompously at the urchin. The rest of his family meanwhile had made quick amends with trying to “fit in”. His sisters were giggling over the wide range of horses and their impressive jockeys on show. Mother had joined in a conversation possibly involving weather and the cheese at lunch. They all laughed heartily with the anonymous snobs around them. What made things worse was the fact that none of them bore the strains of a 3 hour car journey that was written all over Peter’s face. Peter had had enough of lazing around the car and decided to wander himself. He dare not look at the towering snobs walking past him, in case their voiced their impression of a teenage boy dressed in merely a T-Shirt and jeans. The ground was exquisitely kept, the lawns a lush green and the paths a perfect white gravel. Not a blade or stone was out of place. The various wooden stands and tables outside the restaurant were illuminated in the warm morning glow. At least his eyes were alive with the sight, unlike his dead brain with the bore. As he made his way to the white fencing by the track, his mother grabbed him by the shoulder: “Come on Peter! This gentleman has offered to take a photo for our albums back home!” In less than 5 seconds, the family went from giggles to pose to laughing at the end, and Peter barely had time to react. The man behind the camera was a tall, dark haired man in a black suit and top hat. Very much the “Bond-like man” his mother had liked. “Thank you very much!” she smiled to take the camera back “My pleasure!” he smiled back, and Mother giggled. “Peter, this is Quentin, we’ve just been talking to him earlier!” “Nice to meet you old chap!” he held out a hand which Peter shook. “Is he our new daddy?” Peter smirked in his mother’s ear. He could tell that got to her by the way she flinched as he said it. “Now, Peter, we’ll be watching the 3:00 race as Quentin has a horse running then! Would you care to join us?” “Sure, why not?” “Splendid!” Quentin replied. “We’ll meet you by the bar just before!” he smiled. “Say, why don’t you go find my son, Stephen? He’s just by the stables watching our horse!” Number 3, can’t miss it, she’s a beauty!” He grinned and walked off. The girls giggled and followed on, probably lured by his teeth Peter thought. He was glad to see that back of them. It made him cringe every time his mother tried to find a new bloke that was way out of her league. And his sisters were just pathetic anyway, giggling at anything said by any man at anytime. And as for his son, what would he be like? The same pompous git that all the rest of the men were like here? At least Peter would get to spend time with someone of his own age. He decided there was no point not trying. Which was it, number three? Down a small passageway, Peter found the row of stables and saw the outline of a teenage boy against the glare of the sun. He was leaning next to the open door of stable number 4. Once the sun dipped behind the tall wooden building Peter was able to see the boy more clearly; and the sight took his breath away! Sure, Stephen was just like his father, dressed in a smart black suit and a top hat; but he was at least a much nicer person to look at. Just about his height, he had streaks of dark blonde hair waving across his face. Deep dark blue eyes set in the creamiest of slender face were staring back at him. Peter’s lips went dry as he was now within touching distance. “Erm...hi!” Stephen opened his mouth to let out his perfect voice. Not snobby, not boring, just right to make your knees wobble. “Hi...” Peter said before he realised “You lost?” “No, I... I was told to find you. I... I know your dad you see...” “Oh do you now. I’m sorry for you...” “What?” “The stuck-up git’s probably trying to woo some lady into letting him show her his horse. Or at least that what he says! Every time we come to the races he always ends up sleeping with a stranger. And he always leaves me bored and alone! God I hate him!” he worked up such a frenzy ranting about his apparently “stuck-up” father, that Peter had lost the idea he was even upper class. He was turning into an average boy just like him. “I’m sorry, I’m hurling all my troubles at you and I’ve only just met you!” “No, it’s no problem!” Peter said. He joined him against the wall. “I don’t even have a father...” “Oh, I’m sorry...” “It’s OK; I was too young to remember him anyway” “That’s awful!” “Yeah...” Peter said softly. We’re even now, two strangers knowing two secrets. “So, you ride?” “Yes, but only when father makes me.” “Mmm, I can tell” Peter said looking down at Stephen’s shirt. After a pause Stephen replied: “To be honest I can’t be bothered, I get enough mockery at school what with...er...” “Yes...” “Well it’s just not manly is it? Cantering around all afternoon on a horse...” “It does your body a world of good though!” “Yes I know but... what?” “I said it does your body a world of good!” Peter couldn’t resist anymore, he was bored for the day anyway. Stephen seemed almost baffled by what Peter had said. He just gaped; pink lips wide open at him. After a short while he closed them again and took a deep breath. He’d made his decision. “You fancy a closer look?” he looked at Peter, biting his lips. At this point, Peter’s eyes went into hyperactivity. They kept switching from the eyes that were gazing straight at him to the plump pink lips of the stable-boy to the covered body that would almost certainly be his prize. Stephen didn’t even let him answer. He wrapped his arms around Peter’s waist and pulled hard. The effect was mind-boggling. Peter’s lips were cushioned by the drooling lips of Stephen, which then enveloped his in a hard kiss. The pair of lips then crashed again and again in loops of firm kisses. Slowly Peter’s hands plucked up courage to rest on Stephen’s pulsating body. But just as they were about to feel Stephen’s abdomen, the kiss was broken. “Oh, how rude of me!” Stephen exclaimed “I’m Stephen by the way, who are you?” “I’m...Peter” “Nice to meet you Peter! Brace yourself!” “What?” Peter was then thrown right inside stable 3, which was thankfully clean. A huge mass of hay caught Peter, who sat up to see Stephen heave the doors closed. It was just the two of them now in a dark stable, what could they possibly do? Stephen then jumped down next to Peter, who ravaged at him instantly. Pushing his shoulders deeper into the hay, Stephen could do little to resist the power of this latest burst of lust. Peter literally covered the helpless stable-boy with his passionate kisses. Stephen just laughed ecstatically as Peter started unbuttoning the shirt and coating every inch of it with nips and licks. When he was caught off guard, Stephen returned the favour and planted Peter into the haystack. Stephen, kneeling dominant over Peter, tore off his shirt and revealed what Peter was longing for. The face may have been a typical teenager, but the body was one of a professional athlete. Never before had Peter seen such physical beauty, such well defined muscles, and such an arousing build. Stephen then threw his new exposed flesh over Peter. Oh and how warm it was too! Stephen playfully tugged at Peter’s T-shirt in an attempt to see some new flesh of his own. Peter grinned and moaned as he started to pull up the end of his shirt and place hot kisses around his waist. Obediently, Peter removed the clothing and let Stephen play more. Stephen was clearly in better shape, but he loved Peter’s body as if it were better than his own! Peter couldn’t control himself letting out moans and childish giggles and the tantalising tongue caressed his body. After letting Stephen play, he could take no more. He through Stephen back to his original position and let loose his next act. Although his body was hard to resist, what must have been stored in his trousers must have been twice as hot. He made light work of the zipper and found the result in no time at all. Being handled for the first time by cold hands seemed to have effect on Stephen, for precum was spurting out endlessly. Peter couldn’t control himself and licked it all right up. He made sure to be as tentative with his tongue as possible to make Stephen ooze out more of the sticky sweetness. Stephen was lost for words, even his top hat couldn’t muffle out the loud groans he was emitting. Peter loved the sounds he was making though; his voice was just right for the orgasmic screaming type. He was just about to go in for a huge swallow of the thick rod when a voice boomed out over the loudspeakers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the action will commence in 5 minutes!” Peter and Stephen exchanged dirty looks. They both giggled and Peter dived in for a full-on suck. Stephen squealed in delight, urging him on for more. Peter was exceptionally good for his age and experience, and Stephen would bare testament to that! Up and down he went; thrusting his head like his life depended on it. The taste was so good, and it never stopped at the rate Stephen was going. Stephen was pulled right to the brink of ecstasy before he gave in. He pulled the drooling Peter up so he was lying next to him. The time came for his revenge! Removing the denim from Peter, he grasped his round buttocks in his hands. With Stephen’s breath down his neck and fingers dangerously close to his entrance, Peter was close to letting go there and then. Peter was then vigorously flipped over and Stephen braced himself for the boarding. “They’re lining up at the start line” Stephen’s bulging head was poised, waiting for the opportune moment, when Peter couldn’t bear the wait any longer. “And they’re off!” In one swift manoeuvre, Stephen pounced and thrusted hard up into Peter. In response, Peter screamed in joy, and pulled at Stephen buttocks, enticing him to go deeper and take more. So he did, with amazing effect. The sensation in between his legs completely overcame Peter, and he found his hips wanted to swallow up more. Back-thrusting soon led to invites of more pounding from Stephen; who by the way seemed to really be getting in his stride. Forget legs of a jockey, this boy had moves that could out run a stallion! “Look at them go! Their legs are literally pounding against the ground!” They giggled once more at the amply timed loudspeaker. Thankfully, the cheers from the crowd just managed to overcome the mass of squeals and gasps. They both loved it, even in the prickly bed of hay; the sensations were completely mind blowing. After an age of tireless thrusting, Stephen could take the tightness no longer. He dislodged himself from Peter in a frantic series of moaning; and Peter knew what was coming next. Quickly, his mouth was at the head of Stephen, begging to be filled once again. “And they’re approaching the finish now!” With one last shrill squeak, Stephen let go, emitting a vast wave of semen, drenching Peter’s unexpecting face. “And the winner is, Blind Eye!” Peter laughed as he wiped the sperm from his eyes and placing it straight into his mouth. Stephen joined in the laughter too, after he’d got rid of every last drop onto Peter’s lips. Once Peter had licked as much as he could off his lips, Stephen thought he’d lend a helping hand in tidying up his face! The muscular stable-boy once again planted Peter straight into the hay bale, and the two kissed long on into the evening sunset.

Sitting in his chair, sipping at his tea, he flicked idly over the album. It was times like this which he loved. The afternoon sun cast a mellow light onto the dusty photos lying in his lap. He smiled; his childhood was always so much fun. And it was even better to look back on! One photo stood out for him though. The grainy family photo at the horse race. He couldn’t remember this one before. How could he even forget that day? Looking into his own eyes, he remembered the time the family went to Saratoga. Oh, how much had changed since then. He was fitter, smarter, and more handsome; and yet in the photo, so anonymous. His sisters all bore huge white grins; merely a smile was on his face. He grinned at his own adolescent misery. He closed his eyes and dreamed of that day... A bright August day, perfect for taking the family up to Saratoga and watch the races. Not the ideal weekend for Peter Corbin. He’d rather not have the fuss of actually doing something on a Saturday. After the aching car journey, he was glad to get out. But as usual, his mum would have something to say. “Now, be good! All of you!” she would say everywhere they went. The four of them would usual charge off at this point, hurtling straight for the sea or the roller coaster. But only the three girls ran off in a squeal of excitement. Peter was just left to mope around his mother, hands in his pockets kicking at the gravel. “What’s up Peter? We’ve not come all this way for you to look miserable!” “Why have we come here? It’s so boring here!” “Nonsense; your sisters have dreamed of coming up here! Now perk up, we’re in the upper classes now! Don’t want you giving the wrong impression!” She took her bonnet from the back seats and toddled off towards the hoards of people dressed in white dresses and black suits, bearing hats and umbrellas. It all just seemed too ridiculous for Peter. Why had his mother always tried her best to try and “fit in with the upper classes”? And why had his sisters all been so desperate to follow her? Peter just slumped against the side of the car, where gentlemen strode past him and sniggered pompously at the urchin. The rest of his family meanwhile had made quick amends with trying to “fit in”. His sisters were giggling over the wide range of horses and their impressive jockeys on show. Mother had joined in a conversation possibly involving weather and the cheese at lunch. They all laughed heartily with the anonymous snobs around them. What made things worse was the fact that none of them bore the strains of a 3 hour car journey that was written all over Peter’s face. Peter had had enough of lazing around the car and decided to wander himself. He dare not look at the towering snobs walking past him, in case their voiced their impression of a teenage boy dressed in merely a T-Shirt and jeans. The ground was exquisitely kept, the lawns a lush green and the paths a perfect white gravel. Not a blade or stone was out of place. The various wooden stands and tables outside the restaurant were illuminated in the warm morning glow. At least his eyes were alive with the sight, unlike his dead brain with the bore. As he made his way to the white fencing by the track, his mother grabbed him by the shoulder: “Come on Peter! This gentleman has offered to take a photo for our albums back home!” In less than 5 seconds, the family went from giggles to pose to laughing at the end, and Peter barely had time to react. The man behind the camera was a tall, dark haired man in a black suit and top hat. Very much the “Bond-like man” his mother had liked. “Thank you very much!” she smiled to take the camera back “My pleasure!” he smiled back, and Mother giggled. “Peter, this is Quentin, we’ve just been talking to him earlier!” “Nice to meet you old chap!” he held out a hand which Peter shook. “Is he our new daddy?” Peter smirked in his mother’s ear. He could tell that got to her by the way she flinched as he said it. “Now, Peter, we’ll be watching the 3:00 race as Quentin has a horse running then! Would you care to join us?” “Sure, why not?” “Splendid!” Quentin replied. “We’ll meet you by the bar just before!” he smiled. “Say, why don’t you go find my son, Stephen? He’s just by the stables watching our horse!” Number 3, can’t miss it, she’s a beauty!” He grinned and walked off. The girls giggled and followed on, probably lured by his teeth Peter thought. He was glad to see that back of them. It made him cringe every time his mother tried to find a new bloke that was way out of her league. And his sisters were just pathetic anyway, giggling at anything said by any man at anytime. And as for his son, what would he be like? The same pompous git that all the rest of the men were like here? At least Peter would get to spend time with someone of his own age. He decided there was no point not trying. Which was it, number three? Down a small passageway, Peter found the row of stables and saw the outline of a teenage boy against the glare of the sun. He was leaning next to the open door of stable number 4. Once the sun dipped behind the tall wooden building Peter was able to see the boy more clearly; and the sight took his breath away! Sure, Stephen was just like his father, dressed in a smart black suit and a top hat; but he was at least a much nicer person to look at. Just about his height, he had streaks of dark blonde hair waving across his face. Deep dark blue eyes set in the creamiest of slender face were staring back at him. Peter’s lips went dry as he was now within touching distance. “Erm...hi!” Stephen opened his mouth to let out his perfect voice. Not snobby, not boring, just right to make your knees wobble. “Hi...” Peter said before he realised “You lost?” “No, I... I was told to find you. I... I know your dad you see...” “Oh do you now. I’m sorry for you...” “What?” “The stuck-up git’s probably trying to woo some lady into letting him show her his horse. Or at least that what he says! Every time we come to the races he always ends up sleeping with a stranger. And he always leaves me bored and alone! God I hate him!” he worked up such a frenzy ranting about his apparently “stuck-up” father, that Peter had lost the idea he was even upper class. He was turning into an average boy just like him. “I’m sorry, I’m hurling all my troubles at you and I’ve only just met you!” “No, it’s no problem!” Peter said. He joined him against the wall. “I don’t even have a father...” “Oh, I’m sorry...” “It’s OK; I was too young to remember him anyway” “That’s awful!” “Yeah...” Peter said softly. We’re even now, two strangers knowing two secrets. “So, you ride?” “Yes, but only when father makes me.” “Mmm, I can tell” Peter said looking down at Stephen’s shirt. After a pause Stephen replied: “To be honest I can’t be bothered, I get enough mockery at school what with...er...” “Yes...” “Well it’s just not manly is it? Cantering around all afternoon on a horse...” “It does your body a world of good though!” “Yes I know but... what?” “I said it does your body a world of good!” Peter couldn’t resist anymore, he was bored for the day anyway. Stephen seemed almost baffled by what Peter had said. He just gaped; pink lips wide open at him. After a short while he closed them again and took a deep breath. He’d made his decision. “You fancy a closer look?” he looked at Peter, biting his lips. At this point, Peter’s eyes went into hyperactivity. They kept switching from the eyes that were gazing straight at him to the plump pink lips of the stable-boy to the covered body that would almost certainly be his prize. Stephen didn’t even let him answer. He wrapped his arms around Peter’s waist and pulled hard. The effect was mind-boggling. Peter’s lips were cushioned by the drooling lips of Stephen, which then enveloped his in a hard kiss. The pair of lips then crashed again and again in loops of firm kisses. Slowly Peter’s hands plucked up courage to rest on Stephen’s pulsating body. But just as they were about to feel Stephen’s abdomen, the kiss was broken. “Oh, how rude of me!” Stephen exclaimed “I’m Stephen by the way, who are you?” “I’m...Peter” “Nice to meet you Peter! Brace yourself!” “What?” Peter was then thrown right inside stable 3, which was thankfully clean. A huge mass of hay caught Peter, who sat up to see Stephen heave the doors closed. It was just the two of them now in a dark stable, what could they possibly do? Stephen then jumped down next to Peter, who ravaged at him instantly. Pushing his shoulders deeper into the hay, Stephen could do little to resist the power of this latest burst of lust. Peter literally covered the helpless stable-boy with his passionate kisses. Stephen just laughed ecstatically as Peter started unbuttoning the shirt and coating every inch of it with nips and licks. When he was caught off guard, Stephen returned the favour and planted Peter into the haystack. Stephen, kneeling dominant over Peter, tore off his shirt and revealed what Peter was longing for. The face may have been a typical teenager, but the body was one of a professional athlete. Never before had Peter seen such physical beauty, such well defined muscles, and such an arousing build. Stephen then threw his new exposed flesh over Peter. Oh and how warm it was too! Stephen playfully tugged at Peter’s T-shirt in an attempt to see some new flesh of his own. Peter grinned and moaned as he started to pull up the end of his shirt and place hot kisses around his waist. Obediently, Peter removed the clothing and let Stephen play more. Stephen was clearly in better shape, but he loved Peter’s body as if it were better than his own! Peter couldn’t control himself letting out moans and childish giggles and the tantalising tongue caressed his body. After letting Stephen play, he could take no more. He through Stephen back to his original position and let loose his next act. Although his body was hard to resist, what must have been stored in his trousers must have been twice as hot. He made light work of the zipper and found the result in no time at all. Being handled for the first time by cold hands seemed to have effect on Stephen, for precum was spurting out endlessly. Peter couldn’t control himself and licked it all right up. He made sure to be as tentative with his tongue as possible to make Stephen ooze out more of the sticky sweetness. Stephen was lost for words, even his top hat couldn’t muffle out the loud groans he was emitting. Peter loved the sounds he was making though; his voice was just right for the orgasmic screaming type. He was just about to go in for a huge swallow of the thick rod when a voice boomed out over the loudspeakers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the action will commence in 5 minutes!” Peter and Stephen exchanged dirty looks. They both giggled and Peter dived in for a full-on suck. Stephen squealed in delight, urging him on for more. Peter was exceptionally good for his age and experience, and Stephen would bare testament to that! Up and down he went; thrusting his head like his life depended on it. The taste was so good, and it never stopped at the rate Stephen was going. Stephen was pulled right to the brink of ecstasy before he gave in. He pulled the drooling Peter up so he was lying next to him. The time came for his revenge! Removing the denim from Peter, he grasped his round buttocks in his hands. With Stephen’s breath down his neck and fingers dangerously close to his entrance, Peter was close to letting go there and then. Peter was then vigorously flipped over and Stephen braced himself for the boarding. “They’re lining up at the start line” Stephen’s bulging head was poised, waiting for the opportune moment, when Peter couldn’t bear the wait any longer. “And they’re off!” In one swift manoeuvre, Stephen pounced and thrusted hard up into Peter. In response, Peter screamed in joy, and pulled at Stephen buttocks, enticing him to go deeper and take more. So he did, with amazing effect. The sensation in between his legs completely overcame Peter, and he found his hips wanted to swallow up more. Back-thrusting soon led to invites of more pounding from Stephen; who by the way seemed to really be getting in his stride. Forget legs of a jockey, this boy had moves that could out run a stallion! “Look at them go! Their legs are literally pounding against the ground!” They giggled once more at the amply timed loudspeaker. Thankfully, the cheers from the crowd just managed to overcome the mass of squeals and gasps. They both loved it, even in the prickly bed of hay; the sensations were completely mind blowing. After an age of tireless thrusting, Stephen could take the tightness no longer. He dislodged himself from Peter in a frantic series of moaning; and Peter knew what was coming next. Quickly, his mouth was at the head of Stephen, begging to be filled once again. “And they’re approaching the finish now!” With one last shrill squeak, Stephen let go, emitting a vast wave of semen, drenching Peter’s unexpecting face. “And the winner is, Blind Eye!” Peter laughed as he wiped the sperm from his eyes and placing it straight into his mouth. Stephen joined in the laughter too, after he’d got rid of every last drop onto Peter’s lips. Once Peter had licked as much as he could off his lips, Stephen thought he’d lend a helping hand in tidying up his face! The muscular stable-boy once again planted Peter straight into the hay bale, and the two kissed long on into the evening sunset.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2012 There are many wonderful moments in our love-making, of the kind that only two women can do with and for each other – some are fast and some slow, some are tender and some fierce, some are uncomplicated fun and others are elaborate fantasies, but, of them all, this is the moment that I always remember whenever I am away from my love. I am at home, in our living room, lying on my back along the length of our sofa, with my feet up and my shoulders snugly cradled by several cushions in the right-angle formed by the back and the arm-rest. I am luxuriating in sybaritic comfort like a purring cat – and this cat is on heat, this cat is all pussy, pussy galore. I am suitably dressed to be ready for this moment – which is to say, hardly dressed at all! My lover, sweet Claire, is on her way home from work; she has the longer commute, and often has to work even later than I do, so I’m usually the first one to get home. I’ve had a text from her, saying ‘Hi, honey, home soon and in the mood’, which is just perfect, because I sure am too ... but then, I always am for her, and she knows it! So, here I am, elegantly draped along the red leather sofa, with the curtains drawn and the lights dimmed down to about half-brightness. I have had a quick shower to wash away the feel of the working day and the over-crowded commuter trains, after which I have dabbed some of her favourite perfume in a few strategic places (oh, c’mon, you really don’t need me to spell out where, now do you?). I have chosen some new lingerie which I know that she likes, quite delicate flimsies in a cool lime green that suits my dark eyes and brunette hair: a lacy half-cup bra, a suspender belt which is holding up the co-ordinated pair of pale green traditional-style stockings, and a skimpy gauze-and-lace thong with tie-string sides, finished off with some green plastic bangles on my wrists and scarlet strap shoes with four-inch spike heels, for that essential touch of ‘I’m a slut, so take me – fuck me now!’ I hear the front door of our house open, and a bag and coat being put down in the hall, and I call out a greeting, to let her know where I am ... because sometimes I wait for her in our bedroom, all demure in a baby-doll pink nightie or a white teddy, or spread-eagle in my wickedest purple-and-black satin ‘welcome to the bordello’ bustier and scarlet fishnet stockings, or sometimes on a hot summer evening I will be on the lounger on the patio which overlooks our private and enclosed rear garden, in my itty-bitty tie-string bikini, or maybe I will be waiting in the bath, all lathered up in every sense of the term. Often I wait passively for her to come to me, letting the anticipation build the heat between my legs, but sometimes I will surprise her – just a week ago, I waited hidden behind the front door into the hall, naked apart from a pair of black leather boots, a black quarter-cup bra and my favourite black strap-on dildo, and before she realised that I was there or had taken a breath, I pounced: I hustled her down onto her knees and elbows, pulled the skirt of her navy blue business-suit up to her waist, ripped a hole in the crotch of her tights, curled a finger into the gap and yanked the gusset of her panties aside, plunged the dildo into her slit, and, there and then, I took her from behind, fast and firm. She really got off on the complete unexpectedness of it, giving a startled squeal of excitement when I yanked up her skirt, and she was already wet and wide as I sank the dildo into her pussy for the first stroke. It took barely a dozen thrusts before she came with a wild scream; later, she said it was just about the best one-minute-fuck she’d ever had. However, today is about quite the opposite mood: one of delicious anticipation, a slow-building yearning, and the moment of sweet surrender to another. I hear a merry mischievous reply to my welcome, that she will be back in a moment, called out as her heels sound on the stairs. There is quick movement above me in our bedroom, then the sounds of a toilet flushing and running water from the bathroom. I know that soon she will descend, the goddess of love in her chariot of fire, and a warm glow spreads from my stomach, igniting my pussy and making me squirm my shoulder-blades against the cushions. I feel sultry, like a harem girl, lying preened and pampered, intensely feminine and softly giving, ready to be her sovereign’s delight. Then the door opens and my vision of happiness appears – Claire, just Claire, what more can I say? My angel is four years younger than me, and slightly taller: although now in her later thirties, she is so trim and slender that her pointy 30C breasts really catch the eye. She may be quite reserved and briskly efficient when at work, but I have the privilege of seeing the real Claire: vivacious, mischievous, always ready to laugh, glowing with fitness and energy, with her bright shining eyes and those so-kissable lips framed by her neatly-styled light brunette hair – and, of course, as you’ll know if you’ve read what I have written about her before, her slim hips and that amazing taut jutting butt. Claire teases me, striking a pose in the doorway. She is fully clothed, still wearing her two-piece suit of skirt and jacket – it is the beige-gold one in soft summer-weight shantung fabric, with a two-button tulip jacket that enhances her curves and emphasises her narrow waist, and a pencil skirt tapering to a little above her knees, zip-fastened at the hip and with a slashed back vent. Underneath the jacket is an Italian pintuck white shirt, tightly-tailored and unbuttoned at the throat, and her lingerie is pale yellow and decorated with little bows – I know, because I watched her slip on the bra and panties this morning! On this late summer day, she has not bothered with tights or stockings at all, and a few inches of her shapely tanned legs are on view, between the hem of her skirt and her dark brown leather boots. She knows how much I like that look – ah, sweet heaven, I have always loved getting fucked by a puss in boots! Claire wears little jewellery – a pair of neat jade-green pendant earrings, a watch on her left wrist and on her right the two slim plain gold bangles that I gave her for our anniversary last year. My God, she looks fabulous in that outfit, so chic and so hot! – my mouth is watering as I drink her in with my eyes, and I’m wet between another pair of lips as well. Claire takes a few steps into the room, and then shrugs off her suit jacket and drops it over the back of a chair. She turns slightly to the side to do so, and my breath catches at the momentary profile of her figure and the slight shifting of her breasts as she straightens again – all the more tantalising for their containment in her bra and white shirt. She comes closer, almost within arms’ reach, and looks down at me, a loving smile about her lips and warm desire in her eyes, a faint flush of arousal highlighting the smooth skin and perfect curves of her cheeks. My angel leans down towards me, her breasts swinging forward smoothly inside her shirt as she does so, and through where it hangs unbuttoned and open at her throat, I am given a glimpse of the promised land – a view down her cleavage, a sight of her sweet mounds encased in the cups of her bra. My lips part in an almost silent moan of desire, and her eyes sparkle knowingly at the effect her posture is having on me. This excites her in turn, and her nipples are now jutting quite prominently through the thin fabric of her bra – dear girl, she knows how much I love to unclasp and remove that garment, as I will do later, when I will smother her soft curves with kisses and nibble on her stiff tits with my teeth, so delicately that it tantalises with that hint of force and passion just barely restrained. With an effort, I raise my gaze from her cleavage to look her in the eyes, and I am thrilled by the warmth of her regard, the interlacing of love and sheer downright lust. It turns me on even more: the joy and release, the security and the stimulation, of knowing myself to be the object of my love’s desire – that she wants to have me, to take me, and – aaahhh! – I do so want to be taken! This is the moment – THIS, this is just the perfect moment! If Chanel or Dior could distil the pure essence of sexual anticipation and bottle it, then when you first broke the seal, when the first hint of that erogenous aroma escaped into the air – this is what it would be, this is how it would taste and smell, sending all of your senses into a dizzying whirl of excitement. I am consumed with that passive but pulsating desire that can only be felt by a woman with a lover who she wants with intensity and trusts without reservation. I savour like ambrosia, the nectar of the gods, these sweet eternal seconds of lingering on the cusp, of delicious anticipation and simmering arousal – both longing for and yet postponing that sure and certain moment of surrender, the conceding of oneself that is actually the consuming of the other, the coming together in every sense of that phrase, body and soul. Claire’s fingertips gently brush my knee, and then so softly and so slowly – oh, so slowly! they trace along my upper thigh, a delicate caress that has an electrifying effect upon me, sending shimmering tingles through my body, and I give a soft gasp of entreaty. She places one knee on the sofa, between my parted legs, and I see with intense clarity her teeth nibble just briefly on her lower lip and the flare of her nostrils, as she savours the heady thrill of anticipation and the sense almost of vertigo of the pivotal moment – just like the skier at the top of the piste, before she digs in, hunches low, and sweeps with blinding speed and slashing curves down the pure crisp glistening slope. And then ... ah! the minx, the little minx! She stops ... no! oh, no! ... she pauses, enjoying my quivering expectation, my raging flame of desire, as my ass squirms on the suddenly irritating sweaty and sticky leather, as my knees swing wider apart in a silent plea for her conquering invasion, as my mouth hangs open with a whimper, my tongue flicking along its lips, making them nearly as wet as my lower lips, with my pussy so parted and trembling. Take me! Take me, queen of my heart, sweet angel of desire, oh! ... take me NOW! She gives a sudden impish grin, transforming her instantly – in a way that I love so much – from the sophisticated responsible executive in her mid-30s into the gamine, reckless, fun-loving, free-spirited, vivacious girl that she must have been as a teenager. Claire reaches out languidly with her right hand, forefinger extended, and slowly runs her fingernail just once up my slit from its base to its top – oooh! so gently, barely making any contact with my flesh. Am I feeling her touch? Or do I desire it so intensely that I imagine it, and her finger is tracing a line through the air instead? No, no – it’s real! Every nerve-ending that I have is hyper-tuned for this moment – as ... aaaahhh!! ... as ... mmmmnn ... oh, oh! ... AAHH, OHMIGOD! Her teasing fingertip has found my clitoris, and on this it rests, with the least, the barest, the slightest, the lightest touch ... AAAAAHHH!! AHH, FUCK ME – YES, FUCKMEEEE!! I cry out brokenly as I shudder in orgasm, the annihilation of all reason exploding in my pussy, my back arching up and away from the sofa beneath me, and my head flung back into the cushions behind. The effect thrusts my breasts forward at my lover, jiggling wildly, and my whole body spasms in climax, shaking with the earthquake that has burst the dam and flooded my pussy with juices, as I spread my sweat-sheened thighs as wide open as possible, and tremble with the occasional aftershocks of my passion. Oh, Claire! ... bliss, bliss, bliss ... my darling, my angel, thank you ... mmm!! Now I am sprawled in utter abandon, arms flung wide, legs lolling far apart, breasts for the seizing and a wet open pussy now so ready for the taking, gasping and twitching like a landed fish ... and, Claire, you have caught me, I am hooked on your line, for ever and ever. If you enjoyed reading this, you may like my fictional stories as well – they are all 100% lesbian ... to find them, follow the author link at the top of this story. There are also two more true stories about Claire and myself, called ‘What I Did On My Holidays’ and ‘What Turns Me On’.

The weekend. Friday-Alex. My parents were out of town for the weekend, three days of pure freedom and bliss. Everyone expects you to run a big ass party when you are home alone for the weekend, but let’s face it, sometimes chilling home alone is even better. It was a warm June weekend, sunny, not a cloud in sight. I was laying in my bed, looking out of the window and planning the day ahead. It was a perfect day to use the backyard pool; swim, get tanned and relax. I thought about it for a minute. Maybe having some company wouldn’t be a bad idea. I got my cellphone out and texted Daniel. My best friend in the whole wide world. “Hey I’m home alone for the weekend. Bring your stuff so you can stay over” I quickly texted. “Got anything in mind?” was his reply. “Chilling at the pool, having some beers, the usual” I texted back. “Awesome, talk to my folks, be there soon” he replied 5 minutes later. So with that in mind I got myself changed to my swimming suit so I could be ready before he arrived. "Not so bad” I thought as I contemplated myself in the mirror wearing only my swimming suit. I was a fairly ordinary 18 year old boy. I was about 6 feet, had black hair with round brown eyes. My face was fairly pleasant, if I do say so myself, and I had a pretty nice body in my opinion. I wasn’t muscular or anything but I was well built. My cellphone rang about an hour later. It was Daniel, he was here with a six pack of our favorite beer. That’s why he is my best friend, he is always prepared. I opened the door for him and there he stood smiling that mischievous white smile of his. He was, objectively, a handsome boy. He had wavy, brown hair and a pair of round, green eyes; they were basically two emeralds shinning through that wicked smile of his, I could easily see why girls were into him. He got inside and he made himself at home. It was after all a second home to him. Daniel and I, we’ve known each other since we were 4. Ever since we met we have been inseparable. We are those kind of friends who are able to communicate between each other with just a glance. Sure we’ve had our ups and downs, all friends fight eventually. But we’ve always made it work; we are an unbreakable duo. “I see you are ready!” he said looking at me wearing only my swimming wear. “Well, it is a perfect day to go swimming after all” I said as I gestured to the pool outside. We made our way to the pool with our six pack and little speaker so we could listen to music. I dove into the pool while Daniel took a sip of his beer and took his shirt off so he could join me in the pool. And so we chilled. Swimming and talking about nonsense while we had a couple of beers. That’s the dream of every 18 year old boy who doesn’t have a care in the world. Eventually the conversation turned to sex as it usually does. We started talking about which girls we found hot in school and the reasons why we found them hot. As it is bound to happen when you are talking about boobs, I started getting horny (the beer wasn’t helping either). “Man, we should just talk about something else” I said lazily “or else I might sport soon a huge ass boner from all this talk” “Pluh-eez!” scoffed Daniel “That thing is so tiny it’d be barely noticeable” “Spend a lot of time thinking about my dick?” I asked jokingly. “Not much to think about, really” he replied as he splashed water in my direction. “Still you think about it” I answered with some more water in his direction. “Bastard! That one got into my eye! You are dead” he lunged at me. So an underwater wrestled match started between us. A difficult one at that. The water made everything more difficult and the beer made me lazy. I tried gripping at him and pin him down to no success, if I’m being honest. The result fo the wrestling match was just our bodies being smashed together in the water. Daniel must’ve gotten tired of it, because he wrestled free of me and got out of the pool. “Don't be a sore loser!” I yelled at him as I got out of the pool and tackled him. He started wrestling me again while laughing. Both of our bodies fighting to get control in an entanglement of water and sweat. He was trying to roll me over, but I managed to pin him down completely. My whole body was on top of him, so there was no getting free now. We were both panting now from the effort. I smirked at him arrogantly. I had won. Yet I noticed something curious; my pelvis was way too close of his in this position. Too close. In fact they were touching each other, I realized. That’s when it started to happen. I started feeling it coming. I was starting to get hard, right there. What a horror! My dick was getting hard right over my best friend’s balls. I panicked and released Daniel quickly so I could sit and hide my boner with my legs. “Hey, everything ok? You look weird” he he asked concerned as he sat up. “Yeah, no, it’s nothing really, just a bad cramp, too much beer” I said trying to act normal. My face was betraying me, it was red as a burning sun. “Yeah it must be a huge cramp” he said in a weird tone as he sat up “Beer can do that to you” he added, again with the same weird tone. Daniel went to lay down and enjoy the sun. “Hope you get better dude!” he piped as he closed his eyes and put his face to the sun. I was very embarrassed. Did I just get hard because of Daniel? Surely it must have been an accident. Random boners happen all the time, this was just bad timing. Yet again… I looked at Daniel. He was all stretched out, taking in the sun. Then I really looked. He was pretty well made for a dude. He was as tall as me, but he had more muscle in him. And he looked more grown, more man in a way. It must be the body hair, he was definitely hairier than me. His legs were sprinkled with thick brown hair, as were his forearms; he was also starting to grow some thin dark brown hair right in the middle of his chest which lead to an increasingly thick line of hair that ran through his well defined abs, a line that ran all the way down to the bulge in his swimming shorts. That bulge, the bulge that hid his dick. I wondered, what would he look like naked? Maybe his balls are as hairy as his legs. Man, I was getting hard again. And this time I was getting hard from looking at Daniel, there was no doubt. What was going on? Surely the beer, yes definitely the beer is making me stupid. I waited for my boner to go down and I joined Daniel. We stayed there for a while and we ordered a pizza. After our pizza we got inside the house, the sun was setting in anyways and we were all dried up. I looked at Daniel as we were getting inside. His ass isn’t that bad-STOP! That’s the alcohol speaking. I tried pushing those thoughts away, they gave me an awkward, hard to describe feeling. Sexual thoughts they are-NO! I couldn’t be thinking about my best friend like that. Not in a sexual way. I wasn’t gay. Neither was him. Yet today he looked different; today there was a different vibe to their usual banter. Whatever it was, it had all started with that wrestling. It must be the beer, yeah, definitely the beer. We made our way upstairs to our room with our stuff, still wearing only our swimming shorts. We hooked on the Nintendo Switch and we started playing our new favorite game, Super Smash Bros, a classic. I sat on the floor, he sat up on my bed. I won the first two rounds easily, I sure liked to win. “How about we make things interesting?” he said again in that weird tone. The same one he had used earlier. At first I thought it was a mocking tone; he had surely seen my boner and wanted to mock me for it. But now I realized it was more of an inviting tone. Inviting me to what exactly? He pulled out from his bag a bottle of tequila. Well, shit. “A shot everytime someone loses” I thought, sure why not? We started the match and much to my surprise I was severely defeated by him. “Well we got a winner!” he exclaimed bringing the bottle towards me “You gotta drink it straight from the bottle! 5 seconds!” And so I did. I gulped down the hot burning liquid for 5 seconds. Man, it tasted like hell. I was determined to beat him the next round, and so I did earning him his 5 seconds worth of alcohol. And I beat him again, another 5 seconds of precious Tequila. Then it was my turn to lose and get more Tequila. And so it went for another five rounds. “Okay, I can’t drink any more of this thing” he exclaimed after his last shot “Let's bet something else” “Tomorrow's pizza’s on the loser?” I suggested lazily, the alcohol causing me to glaze over. I knew my gaming skills were going to be compromised in this state. “How about something cooler?” he said with the same weird tone. What’s going on today with him? “Meaning?” I asked. “Meaning something cooler, something we wouldn’t normally do” he said as he got down the bed and sat next to me “We have a whole weekend ahead for ourselves, we are going to graduate soon, I say we should do something different, something crazy” He stretched his legs next to mine, his leg hair was barely touching my own. It was an oddly erotic moment, I could feel the tension in the room growing, it was sending sparks coming off from my leg. I could basically feel my leg vibrating in the spot where he was touching me. My heart started beating really fast. I’m amazed I didn’t start touching his leg right there; he would have probably punched the shit out of me. What was going on? More importantly, what is going to happen? “I sense a proposal coming up…” I said curiously. “Well for starters, how about… the loser…has to get naked…?” he suggested with a playful tone. “Naked? For real?” the whole suggestion startled me. Did he want to see me naked? Did I want to see him naked? If I was being honest, yes I did. Ever since the wrestling incident I started looking at him differently, there was a kind of magnetism between them; something that just clicked that day. And the alcohol didn’t help. A lot of thoughts were rushing by my head. Should we do this? Should I let whatever this is continue? What if he is playing me? What if this is just some weird joke? “Yes, the loser has to get all naked” he answered as a matter of fact “We are friends, it’s no biggie” “We’ve never seen each other naked before” I pointed out. “We won’t” he said smugly “We won’t be seeing each other, I’ll be seeing you naked because you will be the one to lose” His comment hit me right in my ego. What the hell? I’m gonna beat his ass. “You are on. Hit it” We started our match. I chose Link, he was my favorite and most useful character. He chose Kirby. This should be an easy match. It wasn’t. The alcohol was dulling my senses and Daniel was clearly putting on an effort to win. We both tied, it was sudden match. A crazy, all-out brawl to decide who’d be the winner. We both were pressing the buttons like crazy, trying to beat the other, making sure to get the other one naked, I was so close, I just needed to get his character flying off- “Ha!” Daniel exclaimed as my character was sent flying off to his untimely defeat. An awkward silence settled between us. I had lost; I now had to pay off my debt. I started to get nervous. Was I really going to pull through with this? “You know, sudden match, that’s basically a tie” said Daniel slowly “In my point of view, a tie is a tie. We both lost, we both get naked. It’s only fair” He turned his eyes towards mine and we both stared at each other. My heart was going way too fast, he must surely hear it thumping! It was ringing in my own ears. “Well technically, you won, fair and square” “Sudden match is a tie” he said standing up “As much as I would love to have you all naked for myself, I have to admit we both lost” What did that comment mean? "As much as I would love to have you all naked for myself” He was again using the same inviting tone he had used earlier. I stood up to face him. We were both staring at each other. I couldn’t keep my eyes off his, they were sparkling like little emeralds in that mischievous way of his. He flashed me that smile of his and put his thumbs inside of his shorts and started to peel them off. I watched it happen in slow motion inside my head. It was one of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever experienced, really. I swear I will never forget the feeling of watching his shorts go down, slowly revealing a clearer skin than it was on his upper body. The long hairy trail of his abs growing larger as it expanded on a bush of light, brown hair encircling Daniel’s uncut manhood. His shorts fell down to the ground and I was able to fully appreciate his nudity. I was taking in the way his leg hair grew thicker all the way to his hairy thighs, and right in the middle that long, soft-looking cock. It was just there, as if saying “Come, reach, touch me” And boy, I felt the strongest urge to do so. Daniel stepped out of his shorts and kicked them to the corner. He stared at me, waiting for me to do the same. Fair is far, he got naked and he didn’t even lose the bet. I would have to get naked too. Yet my body betrayed me, just the thought of exposing myself to Daniel got my dick awake. I sensed an arousal like none I had before, and in the matter of seconds my shorts were tenting furiously. “Shit!” I muttered as I turned my back to Daniel “Hold on! I’m going to get some water” I moved two paces away of him, not knowing what to do. He surely knows now that I’ve been getting hard for him all day long, there was no hiding right now. “Alex" he said softly “It's okay” I heard him approaching me “You have a cramp, I …uhm… I think I also have one” He put a hand on my shoulder and I turned to face him. My eyes instinctively traveled down his body, and I saw much to my surprise that Daniel’s formerly soft tool was now in fact transforming into a 8 inch, red, hot monster. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Here was Daniel, naked as the day he was born, but not only naked, he was also hard as hell. “You see? My cramp” “That is a nice looking cramp” I replied, I couldn’t take my eyes off it. And Daniel couldn’t take his eyes off my face. “Should we see who is cramping harder?” he got down on his knees, face straight in my crotch. His hands starting undoing the lace of my shorts. I knew what he was going to do, most importantly I wanted him to do it, I ached for it. He started pulling down my shorts and down they went, my dick springing free in front of Daniel’s face. And so he stared at me in my own naked glory. I had a 7 inch, cut dick sprouting from a bed of black curly hair. He stared at my face and ran my body with his eyes. He slowly lifted his hand and put it on my thigh. A slow groan escaped my lips, he raised his eyes to watch my face. His hand slowly traveled upwards, sending tingling sensation wherever he touched me, like a fire growing from a torch. His hand soon reached my hard dick, his fingers tracing a line over it. “Daniel…” I gasped as his whole fist closed over my dick sending an electric jolt running straight to my brain. His fist softly moved up and down, causing my knees to tremble at his touch. Daniel soon stood up, his face mere inches away from mine. I could feel his breath on my face, he was breathing heavily. I struggled as I put one hand on his shoulder. The feeling of his skin under my hand was electrifying. We were staring at each other. Not a word was said. Not a comment as to why we were both naked or why we were both hard or why we were so close to each other that I could count the little freckles that sprinkled his nose. He was staring at me with such an intensity I couldn’t process my thoughts. I knew we were both getting closer to each other, the space between growing smaller and hotter. The tip of his dick touched the tip of my own; the intimacy and the dirtiness of this action was driving me insane. Our dicks were touching each other more fully now. I felt his hand on my waist and that was all I need. I put both my hands around his head and brought him to me. Our lips met in a tender embrace. We started kissing and my mind exploded. I didn’t care that he was a boy or that he was my best friend or that we probably shouldn’t be doing this; the only thing I cared about was the way his lips moved with mine. My heart was leaping. This wasn’t gross or weird. This was good. This was new, exciting, thrilling. I could have stayed like that, kissing him, all weekend long. His lips on mine just felt so good. He put his hands around my waist and pressed me closer to him; our dicks grinding each other. Daniel groaned as we pressed our bodies together, my hand running through his back, I could feel him getting sweaty. Our kiss became harder, more intense. What started as a soft embrace quickly developed into something wilder as I pushed my tongue into his mouth. He ran his tongue over my lips, as if tasting me. My hands found his way down to his butt. I did what any sane person would have done in my place, I squeezed it. Daniel groaned even louder as a result. I do not know how long we stayed like that. It could have been a minute, it could have been an hour, it could have been a month. He managed to break free to get a bit of air. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked fearfully as he gasped for air. “Don’t you dare stop” I replied flashing that wicked smile that was usually his. And that was all he needed to push me down to the bed. He crawled on top of me and kissed me again. I took his ass into my hands again and I pressed it to me, pushing his dick on top of mine. He started to move his pelvis up and down sending me into a frenzy. My right hand found it’s way to his dick and I took it. It felt so freaking good. I have to be honest, the thought of touching another person’s dick had never crossed my mine. But man it felt good. It felt warm and tender, yet hard under my touch. Daniel squirmed in pleasure as I started jerking him, I could feel his moans in my mouth as our tongues wrested. Then he broke our kiss and moved up, basically straddling me. He put his hand around both of our dicks, bringing them together. He started jerking both of us at the same time. I swear my eyes went to the back of my skull. What a feeling! I could see Daniel looking down at me, his broad chest glistening with sweat, that tiny speck of hair right there in the middle of it. I could see his face pulled into a grimace of lust and pleasure, something I’d never seen before in my friend. I moved my waist in the rhythm of his hand, he was giving quite a workout to both of our tools. His balls were resting on top of mine, I could feel the weight of them pressing on my own. His thighs around my body were quite sweaty, wether it was the moment or the activity that caused it, who knew? It was one of the most erotic moments of my life. “Oh fuck, Alex!” he groaned as he pushed his hair back with his free hand. His other hand moving frantically “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he said as he shot warm liquid all over our dicks. That was enough for me. I joined him as I felt my own orgasm building up from the center of my own being. We both shot thick globs of warm, white fluid over each other. I couldn’t say how many times we shot, I was barely alive. The pleasure was so white, raw and fierce I felt like the life was being sucked out of me. If this was dying, it wasn’t so bad. Daniel collapsed next to me, gasping. He was sweaty and his dick was full of cum. I was also sweaty but being the unlucky one I had been splashed way more. My chest, abs and groin were covered in our cum. Our cum. What a strange yet pleasing notion. Daniel, my best friend, had cum all over me. I think it may have even reached my neck. “I think I’ll use your shower now” he said curtly, standing up and dashing to my bathroom. And that’s when my panic settled in. I took some tissues from my nightstand and started cleaning our mess. What was going to happen now? What had just happened? This was beyond words! They had kissed. Quite passionately. They had touched each other in quite a specific way. A sexual way. The scene flashed before my eyes. I could see Daniel again, clear as a day, right on top of me; I could see his green eyes full of lust, looking straight at me. He had wanted it, he had wanted it as much as I had. I don’t know what came over me. Everything just clicked. And it felt so good. Was Daniel gay? Was I gay? Well I still like girls, God knows I do. But I’ve never experienced anything like I just did. The raw power that came out of Daniel and me was just, well, beyond words. My bathroom door opened suddenly, tearing me away from my thoughts. “Bathroom's ready” announced a towel-clad Daniel without really looking at me. I dashed to the room and closed the door behind me. What an awkward moment. What had we done? Was our friendship really ruined? I was way too fond of our friendship. Daniel was my best friend in the whole word. I didn’t want to mess it up. I tried to drown these thoughts away as I proceeded to shower. Every time I closed my eyes I could still see Daniel towering over me, both of our dicks in his hand. What a sight indeed! I decided to push those thoughts away too. I finished my shower and I dried off. I wrapped my towel around my waist. Damn it! My clothes were just outside. Should I change in front of him? Would it be awkward? Should we even speak about what just happened? I didn’t want to leave the bathroom, I wanted to curl up into a ball and stay there. But man, I had to face him. I got out of the bathroom, and there he was, laying in my bed looking straight at me. Was he naked? Was he shirtless? I couldn’t really tell, he had the covers all the way to his chest. I really wanted him to be naked. “Hey" he said awkwardly. “Hey" “So, that happened” he added, this time flashing me his usual wicked grin. “I guess it did” I said as I sat on the opposite side of the bed. We both stared at each other for what seemed an eternity. And then- we both burst into laughter. Plain, old laughter. It felt so good to be able to laugh with him. I knew it was okay. He wasn’t angry or upset. We were okay, and that meant the world to me; his friendship meant the world to me, he, meant the world to me. “Well I never thought we would ever do, well, something like that” he said as soon as our laughter subsided. “I know, it was… surreal” “That it was” he concluded longingly “You know, I liked it” “I liked it” And so again, with only three words my heart jumped inside my chest. He had liked it. We dried humped each other and he liked it. And so did I. “I did too” I replied awkwardly “What do you think it means?” “It means we are some horny bastards” he joked. “That we are!” I piped in “but, are we…?” “Gay? Bi? I don’t know, does it matter? We had fun, that’s what counts I think. I mean we are friends, friends do stuff together, even you know… experiment” “Yeah, sure that’s what this is, right? Experimenting” I concluded. “Yeah sure” he said in a serious tone “I mean we could have a whole weekend to experiment. From my point of view we have your whole big, house all alone for us for a whole weekend. We are two horny dudes. We have a pool. The situation kinda begs for some experimenting” “So, you are saying you want to do it again?” I asked, fully aware of my yet again growing hardon under my towel-clad waist. “Well, take it like this” he replied as a matter of factly “for this weekend, your house could be like Vegas. We can do all the shit we want, but it stays here” “And by all the shit we want, you mean…?” “You know what I mean” he said gesturing to my obvious tent “What do you say?” What do I say? Hell! I turned and I flat out kissed him. I put my tongue inside his mouth as if my life depended on it, and he opened his mouth invitingly granting me full access to it. And so we were at it again. Full on making out on my bed, for the second time in a day. Yet now it was different; now we were fully aware we wanted it, and we wanted it bad. I felt his hand travel down my body, I loved the way his fingers felt on my skin, it was as if he was giving me small electric bolts with his finger tips. I pushed his covers away and I found out he was indeed naked. I raised an eyebrow questioningly at him. He just shrugged and got my towel out of the way. And so we were again naked and rubbing each other, this time I was on top and his hands were on my butt pushing me towards him. Now it was my time to groan in his mouth. Our hands were roaming free on our bodies, whatever boundary there was it was gone. I started kissing his neck which caused Daniel’s eyes to go white, his mouth agape as if in shock. My mouth started traveling down his chest as I kissed him, eventually finding that little spot of hair in the middle of his chest. That thing was so fucking sexy for some mysterious reason. I started kissing and licking it, traveling further down, following the hairy trail in his abs. Man, this dude was ripped, I could feel those hard muscles tensing under my passing tongue. I was tracing a line all the way down, until my mouth found itself with his brown, thick bush. And then I smelled it. I guess I have to say I smelled Daniel, for I felt it was a very private, unique smell; something that came out only of Daniel’s most private part. And God! It was such an intoxicating, exciting and arousing smell. Strong enough to drive me wild with lust. I opened my eyes and I saw Daniel’s cock right in front. Laying over his brown pubes, hard as a metal rod, laying there in a most peculiar way, almost in an inviting way. I had to have that dick. The smell had done it, it had driven me insanely wild with lust; a lust that could only be satisfied with Daniel. And so I did something I never thought I would do. I put Daniel’s dick inside my mouth. I wrapped my lips around it, as if kissing it. I could feel my tongue rubbing the underside of his dick. I could feel the warmth coming of him. I had a dick inside my mouth, I had Daniel’s dick. “Oh fuck!” was all Daniel said. And so I started moving my head up and down as I moved my tongue all around. I was kissing and licking Daniel’s cock as if my life depended on it. And it kind of was. I couldn’t get enough, the smell was just so intoxicating. Daniel was moaning loudly, he sure liked his blowjob and I liked being the one to give it to him. I sucked his dick as if it were the most delicious candy in the world. “Hold on” he said pushing my shoulders gently “I want to try too” And without further ado he positioned his head over my own dick and his dick over my head. We were in a perfect 69 position. I was now 69ing my best friend, another casual Friday night I guess. And now I saw white. Daniel decided to put my dick in his mouth. Now I’ve had had a couple of blowjobs from previous girlfriends; but man, Daniel sucked my dick like he was born to do it. He was a man, he knew how to work it I guess. I could barely breathe. His tongue danced around the head of my dick. I decided to repay the favor, so I made my tongue work circles around the head of his own dick. And so we were sucking each other’s dick in that fantastic and perfect 69. I decided to explore more and guide my tongue to his hairy balls. I think he appreciated it, because he opened his legs as if to invite more. I could even see behind his balls. You know, that weird space between the balls and the butt. A space so private. Yet here he was spreading himself to me, showing me all his amazing, hairy glory. And that was it for me. I exploded in Daniel’s mouth. Amazingly, he swallowed every single bit of cum, he swallowed my entire orgasm. I could barely stop shaking from the amazing orgasm he had given me. But I still had work to do. I got back to his dick and kissed the head before engulfing down his nine inch monster. He was already over the edge at that point. And he repaid the favor fully. He came, and I felt glob and glob of cum raining down my throat. It was sticky and it was gross, but it was so hot at the same time. And if Daniel swallowed mine, I was going to swallow all of him. And so I did, right to the very last drop of cum. After his orgasm subsided we laid next to each other panting. “I'm exhausted!” he said closing his eyes “Should we get dressed before going to bed?” “Why? I’ve seen everything now” I said closing my own eyes “Nah, let’s just stay like this and sleep, we’ll figure out the clothing part tomorrow. If we even need clothes” And so we both drifted to sleep after a weird day that definitely changed the course of our friendship. I didn’t know how this was going to end or what would happen the next days, but I wanted to find out. We still had a whole weekend ahead of us to live in our own private Vegas. And the weekend can be quite long.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2010 I cannot believe what is happening – I am face down, laid across my teacher’s desk with my stomach and chest flat on its top and my ass sticking out over the edge. My grey school-uniform skirt has been pulled up and is crumpled around my middle, and my white cotton panties are lying discarded on the floor nearby – I am completely naked from my waist down to the tops of my white knee-high socks. My feet are spread about three feet apart, and there you are – my teacher! – kneeling between my open legs with your face pushed into the gap between them. Your tongue is licking around my butt-hole, whilst your fingers push insistently into my tight little girl-cunny. The effect of both of these attentions is sending waves of tingling stimulation throughout my body, and I gasp and arch my legs wider open to give you more access to my most private place – I’m all yours, all yours, and I feel just wonderful! I lift my head a little from the horizontal and gaze at my best friend, Stephanie, who is leaning against the classroom wall in front of me. Her school tie is pulled askew and her white uniform shirt is half-unbuttoned; she has one hand inside it, squeezing her little titties in their training bra, and the other hand is under her skirt, fingering her pussy. Stephanie stares enraptured at the amazing scene in front of her, wide-eyed and thrilled as she watches you, our teacher, fucking me, her best friend and lesbian lover. How did we get into this amazing situation? We are both sixteen and have been best friends since, like, forever, and we started having fun with each other when my tits (which are several bra sizes bigger than hers) really started growing. Steph was just fascinated by them, kept asking to touch them, and every time she did, it made me feel wet and loose in the cunny (it did for her, too, but I didn’t know that quite then). Fortunately, it didn’t take long before we realised that we felt the same way about each other, and about having as much girl/girl fuck-fun as we could. But the problem is, at our age, living at home with parents and brothers and sisters around all the time, and going to school, there are very few private opportunities for getting off with each other, and it is so frustrating! Being the chairperson of the drama club, I know about the room behind the stage in the main hall where the costumes and props are kept – and I also know where the key is hung; it’s not like that is a great secret, nobody expects anyone to steal anything, in fact I’m not sure why they bother to keep it locked. Probably it is just to stop people fooling around with the costumes, which is fine as it doesn’t prevent Steph and me using it as quiet burrow to fool around with each other. There are several carpets and cushions on the floor that have been used in various plays, and although there is not much open space, it’s more than enough for our hot little teen-girl bodies to get real down and close with each other. We’ve used it maybe a dozen times in the last four or five weeks, and this lunchtime we were in there again. Stephanie was lying back on some of the cushions, and I had got her panties off and was stroking her slit with my fingers, easing it open and making her gasp – though her gasps were a bit muffled, because as usual she had gone for her favourite thing: my tits. I’m noticeably bigger than most girls our age, just now being a 28C bra size (but I think I’ll need the D-cup soon) – whilst Steph is a bit under-developed, still a double-A cup, so it’s quite a contrast. Anyway, she loves to fondle and stroke my breasts, to get my nipples hard and then take them into her mouth to lick and suck and nibble. She had also shoved a hand up my skirt and inside my panties, and was giving me a finger-poking as well. So we were both getting what we wanted, getting steamed up, when – with no warning – the prop room door was jerked open, and – oh! Jesus Christ!! – there you suddenly were, our English and Drama teacher, looking down at us! We were caught completely red-handed (well, cunt-handed anyway), there was no possible way to deny what we were up to with each other. Stephanie gave a horrified gurgle and then seemed to just freeze with shock – she stared up at you, wide-eyed and mouth gaping, her legs still wide apart and her uniform skirt up above her hips. For a moment I felt winded, like someone had punched me in the stomach and knocked all the breath and strength out of me, my muscles turning to water. But then I noticed the faint smile playing around your lips, and still more the keen glint in your eyes. And so, whilst you stood there with your hands on your hips, I licked my lips and – looking straight at your face – I deliberately stroked my fingers up and down Stephanie’s exposed pussy, as if offering it to you. She gave a little cry of alarm, not understanding why I was continuing with sexual activity, but my instinct was rewarded when you – still not having spoken a single word – nodded to me, and your smile spread into one of open delight and lust. You dropped to your haunches, right in front of Stephanie’s prone form and open legs, and then you calmly reached forward to run your fingers up and down her sixteen-year-old pussy, matching mine on the other side of her cleft. Encouraged and recovering confidence, I slipped my forefinger back into Stephanie’s vagina, up to the second knuckle – and you did the same! Your larger, longer grown-up finger sank into my best friend’s cunt alongside my own, and we probed and pressed side-by-side. The unbelievable fact that she was being penetrated simultaneously by her lover and her teacher was too much of an erotic overload for Steph to contain, and almost immediately she trembled and shook in the throes of an orgasm, her eyes glazing and her head lolling back, and she gave a series of broken whimpers. Smiling and looking at each other like conspirators, you and I withdrew our fingers from Steph’s cunt – and I followed your example of licking and tasting the cum-juices that streaked my finger. You wanted to make it clear that you were staking a claim to my body as well, that we were both your prizes, and so you reached across to my tits – which Steph had earlier pulled out of their bra cups – and gave each of them a firm squeeze, and then you deliciously ran your hand down to the front of my panties, and you touched me there in the middle of the dark damp stain on the crotch. Then you rose to your feet and smiled warmly down at us; to our great relief, it looked as if no punishment or official action would follow from the discovery of our secret – whilst it seemed that perhaps some much more interesting unofficial action would ensue! ‘Not here, girls’, you said, shaking your head, ‘oh, it’s not a bad place – quite clever of you, in fact – but it isn’t really safe. If I found you – even though I’ve been suspecting what you two were getting up to, and I was looking for you – well, anyway, someone else might find you, by accident, and we can’t have that, now can we? Come with me – I have somewhere far better in mind!’ Stephanie and I looked at each other expectantly – what might be going to happen now? I quickly reassembled my clothing and Steph did the same, though I noticed that she just picked her panties up from the floor and stuffed them into her bag. We followed you through the school building and up to the second floor, where your classroom is. After we entered, you locked the door and pulled the blind down over its window – now, no one could see into the room: the only other windows were on the outside, looking out over the sports field at tree-top height. Did you know that I have a crush on you, that I often have fantasies about having sex with you? You are around thirty years old, a very attractive mature woman, and quite tall – you are four or five inches taller than either of us, and we are about average for our age. You have a really nice figure – slim build and long legs, with a trim ass and a nicely jutting bust (although your breasts actually are not much bigger than mine: I found out later that you take a 32C bra size). Your curly black hair is cut quite short, above and around the ears, where it is set off by a pair of pearl-grey pendant ear-rings. You always dress so smartly, almost in a kind of strict way, and today’s outfit is typical: a crisp white pintuck shirt, open at the collar, and below this a high-waisted pencil skirt in dark red which comes down to just below your knees, almost overlapping with your trademark – elegant glossy black boots, which you wear all year round except for the very hottest summer days. All in all, you are quite an eyeful – an elegant, confident, experienced woman, in full maturity. ‘Well, my little cunny-bunnies’, you said, with a hungry smile, ‘it’s time for a lesson, in a new course that I’m offering just for you both – it means extra study time, of course, both here in the lunchtimes and after school sometimes as well, if you want to take it?’ We just couldn’t believe our good fortune – you want to fuck us, and not just now, but regularly? Oh, yeah! – bring it on, bring it on!! We hastened to assure you, quite sincerely, that we would like nothing better, and that all you need to do is tell us where and when you want us, and our legs will be wide open for you. You glanced at the clock on the classroom wall; there was nearly 25 minutes of the lunch-break left, and you said this would be enough for a little ‘induction course’ that you had in mind. You walked me over to face your desk, and you pulled up my uniform skirt – as it came over my hips, the erotic charge of the moment just sent me, it was so arousing. With a quick motion, you yanked down my plain white panties, and after I had stepped out of them you pushed me forwards, to lie face down on the desk. Leaving me there with my bare ass sticking out in the air, you turned and beckoned Steph to approach you. My pretty best friend (she’s a cute brunette, with long dark hair, and a supple lithe body) was then told to undo your shirt, which she did with shaking hands, almost as if mesmerised. When all of the front buttons were undone, you dealt with the cuffs and removed your shirt altogether, revealing your well-rounded breasts attractively displayed in a pastel green plunge bra. My friend gazed avidly at your chest, and you almost laughed: ‘I can see that you’re a tit-lover, Stephanie – good, you can practice on mine!’ Then you reached behind your back to unclip your bra, shrugging it off your shoulders. Your bare breasts now swung free, their nipples already engorged and standing out from your large aureoles, and Steph looked at them as if they were a hypnotist’s pendulum. ‘Kiss them – lick them, go on, suck them!’ you whispered in a hoarse voice. Stephanie hastened to do your bidding, cupping each breast in the palm of one hand. She fastened her mouth like a limpet onto your left tit, whilst fondling and tweaking your right nipple. ‘Yes, aaah! That’s good, yes, mmm, well done Stephanie! ... mmm ... I can see you’re a natural at this!’ you said appreciatively, slipping a hand under your skirt and past the gusset of your panties to poke a finger into your own pussy. And then, just a few seconds ago, after a spell of increasingly eager tit-slurping from my best friend, you detached Stephanie gently and told her to go round to the far side of your desk. Then you approached me from behind, knelt down and gripped me by the ankles, spread my legs wide apart and began your feasting on my cunt. Oooh! ... aaahhh!! The sensations are amazing, like the nicest kind of electric shock that you could imagine. Now you are working two of your fingers deep into my vagina, and I give a moan as my pussy lips are stretched further apart than they have ever been before. Stephanie gasps as you rise to your feet from behind my ass and loom over my back, your hand still thrusting in and out between my legs. You are facing directly towards my girlfriend, and for sure you are a stunning sight, naked above the waist with your jutting breasts swinging free, but still fully-clothed below in your chic red skirt and black boots. Now you order Stephanie to remove her white shirt and drop her uniform skirt, and then to come closer; as she does so, you pull my blonde hair back by my pony-tail and tell me to suck Stephanie’s pussy. I need no second asking, and as soon as my sweetheart’s beautiful orchid-flower opening comes within reach of my tongue, I thrust it between her little pussy-lips and suck greedily on her wet pink slit. As my tongue lathers round in her cunt, Steph gives a lovely high-pitched gasping moan ... and then another louder one, as you reach over my back to jerk down the soft cotton cups of her training bra, exposing her buds. ‘Oh, Christ!’ groans Stephanie, as you take hold of her nipples and tug them forwards, rubbing and twisting her pert little breasts. Your stimulus makes her spread her legs wider for me, and once again what the two of us are doing to her body takes Steph to a climax. She gives a cute series of little sobbing yelps as she comes, and her pussy-juice flows onto my face and tongue. ‘Good girl, Stephanie’, you say approvingly, letting go of her tits, and you tell her to stay where she is and for me to carry on eating her out. Steph looks so lovely to me – all she has on is her small training bra, pulled down at the front to expose her chest, and her white socks and black shoes. I love her slim girlish body so much, and being in this position with her, whilst you look on, is just an amazing thrill, it’s getting me so high! You walk round to the back of your desk and unlock the bottom drawer on the right-hand side. From this you produce something that has us two young girls give a squeal of amazement and appreciation – we know what it is, of course, but never before have we actually seen one! You must have been expecting an opportunity like this to happen soon, in order to have this ready in your desk: it is a strap-on plastic cock, a big long dildo for lesbo girl-fucking. You are standing next to Stephanie now, which gives me a good look at what you do next. For a moment, you lay the strap-on down on your nearby chair and take Steph’s buttocks in you hands, and you really grope and squeeze them – it excites her tremendously and opens her cunt even more for me, and I get my tongue deeper into her slit than I ever have before. Yet again, having her body taken by her stunningly sexy teacher and her girl-lover sends her over the top, and her slender frame is wracked with the shivers of another orgasm. You smile, pat her on the ass, and say ‘good girl – third time lucky’. Now you unzip your elegant pencil skirt, slipping it off and folding it neatly over the back of the chair. I think you do this so gracefully, watching you undress makes my heart swell up in my chest, I feel such admiration for you, such longing to be your plaything, your pussy-girl. You follow this by slipping your tiny thong panties down your legs, and now I can see your cunt for the first time – the mound is quite prominent, and you keep yourself close-shaved so I can clearly see your cleft. However, it disappears from view the next second, as you buckle the dildo’s harness into place around your crotch and waist. You are statuesque, like a Greek goddess – are you lovely Sappho, reincarnated? Your trim body is a contrast, naked above the waist, your firm jutting tits in full view, whilst below the harness of the dildo your shapely legs are encased in your black boots and the black hold-up stockings that come nearly to the top of your thighs. You are so assured, so in command – I love your authority, your calm certainty ... I think you have fucked quite a few lezzie girls this way, perhaps on this very desk, haven’t you? I am hyper-excited, but also a little alarmed about how big that plastic rod seems to be: the most that has gone up my girlish hole before this is Steph’s fingers, two of them when (only three months ago) we deliberately broke each other’s hymens and lost our virginity together. This looks so much bigger and wider, and I know for sure where you are going to put it – this is why you put me face down and butt outwards on your desk, isn’t it? I’m not mistaken: with the fake cock firmly fixed in place, you walk out of my view and back round to the other side of your desk, where my ass is available. Before you put it into me, you fondle and probe my pussy for a moment or two with your fingers – this loosens me up, gets some juices flowing again, makes my nerve-ends in that area tingle with excitement and arousal. ‘Aaaaaaaahh!’ I moan, as you press forwards and the head of the dildo pushes between my labia and into my hole, which somehow stretches enough to accommodate this monster intrusion. I am high on the thrill of getting my first lesbian dildo-fucking, when I am only sixteen years old! You pause for a second, not sure if my noise is pleasure or possibly pain, in which case you will not force it in any more. But the last thing in the world that I want is for this amazing event to stop, so I hasten to reassure you. ‘Oh, Miss! – please, do it again, do me more!’ I am begging you; ‘oh, yes! fuck me, Miss, please! give me that thing – fuck me with it, fuck it up me right now!’ You smile, reassured by my eager appetite for any lesbian experiences, and you push the dildo in even further. Oh, sweet fucking heaven, that feels so amazing – I’ve never before felt like my cunt was completely full, stretched to the limit, and like I am just a sex-hole on the end of a huge plastic spear. You begin to fuck me properly – I feel your cool hands take their grip on either side of my hips, just below where my uniform skirt is still rucked up around my middle. I hear you grunt in satisfaction each time you thrust the dildo all the way home; when you do that, as each stroke ends I can feel your pelvis press against my buttocks, and your warm flesh touches mine. You are splitting me open, and I am just gagging for it – I want you to be harder, rougher, more forceful with me! You lean forwards over me, and I can feel the weight of your breasts resting for a moment on my bare back – your nipples are really hard, and they press strangely onto my skin, rasping a little roughly, almost like sandpaper. You grasp my shoulders, pulling my front more upright; my face comes away from Stephanie’s cunt, and she gives a noise of protest at the removal of this pleasurable manipulation. However, at once you offer her a substitute – you tell Steph to reach for my prominent breasts, which are jiggling wildly up and down each time you ram that plastic spear deep into me. Stephanie just loves my breasts – I mean, she likes my pussy too, but there’s no doubt that it’s my bust that excites her the most – and she is more than glad to do what you ask. She seizes one breast in each hand, kneading and fondling them, and bending down to suck on the nipples whilst she does so. Oh, dear sweet Sappho, patron goddess of all lesbos! – thank you, thank you!! I am in heaven, in bliss – the sensations coming from where my sweet girlie is squeezing and licking my tits merge with the unbelievable pounding you are giving my pussy, your dildo’s ridges rasping along my cunny’s walls as you slide it in and out. I can’t believe my hole could get this wide, but I’m gaping open, dripping with juices, and you are ramming that plastic phallus right into me, firm and hard. I am getting well and truly fucked, and making noises like a cornered piglet – not inappropriate, as I’m a pig for any form of girl/girl intimacy. Oooh! ee-eeek!! – now I’m losing control, as your strap-on shafting gets even faster and deeper. I can sense that you are excited too, you are making louder, harsher grunts as the dildo smacks home – and that adds to my own stimulation. ‘Oh! Miss!! Yes – yes! – oh, more, please, yes!’ I gasp, when I can draw breaths, ‘Miss – ooooh, I’m gonna cum, gonna cum soon! Aaahh! ooogggh!’ And then you shift your grip from holding my shoulders, and one hand grasps my pony-tail and pulls my head up and back even more, arching my spine, and incidentally giving Stephanie an even better angle for devouring my tits. With your other hand, you give me several smacks on the rump – they send an extra charge of arousal through me and ... ohmigod! Yes – yes, I’m coming, I’M COMING, MISS! – I’M COMING!! My eyes are tight-closed, my mouth hanging open like an idiot, and my body quakes from head to toe – my heart is racing, my stomach is full of butterflies, and my hips judder as I have by far the biggest orgasm of my life so far, it almost makes me pass out with its explosive intensity. I give a long sighing moan, and you and Steph release my head and chest so that I can collapse softly onto the desk top. You allow me a few seconds to recover my breath, and then you instruct me to roll over onto my back. As soon as I have done so, you begin to lick around my pussy like a mother cat cleaning one of her kittens. I look down over my stomach, and I get a tremendous charge from seeing your neatly-clipped dark hair bobbing up and down over my pussy, as you lap all around it. My cunt is so sensitised that this makes me come again – I am already so high, so finely-tuned from the previous orgasm. that it comes on me quickly, smoothly, easily, but it still makes my hips shudder in release, which you see and appreciate, licking up my warm sticky cum-juice. You tell me to get up from the desk because now it is Stephanie’s turn to be fucked. She is told to lie down on the desk, but on her back and in a slightly different position to mine – her ass is on the desk, whilst her head hangs off at the other side, near to me. Still wearing the huge strap-on, you drop to your knees and starting munching on my lover-girl’s cunt-hole. Steph responds at once, gasping and sighing with pleasure, her eyes fixed on mine and telegraphing her amazement at our good fortune. So, it’s no surprise to me that when you stand up, stroking the long plastic dildo suggestively, and ask her if she wants it all the way, you get a very definite assent – in fact, she is begging you to take her. Standing between Stephanie’s legs, you take a grip around her ankles and hoist them up into the air, so she is like a wide-open V shape. You rest her ankles against your shoulders, and this positions my babe’s tight pussy-hole right where you want it – flat on the desk, at just the right height for your long plastic cock to shaft straight in. I can see this, from my angle I can see the length and weight of it, and I can watch it go home as you sink it into her pussy. Breathlessly, I am watching you – my hot sexy teacher – fuck the daylights out of my girlfriend, and it is turning me on so much, I am getting hot and wet flushes down below all over again. You are very aroused as you stand between Stephanie’s upthrust and parted legs, enjoying the pleasurable moment of anticipation just before you shaft the cunt of the second pretty teenage schoolgirl of the day. You feel a hot surge of desire, but temper it so as not to be too rough – you ease the tip of the plastic cock into the girl with a steady pressure and a careful, corkscrew kind of motion. This one’s pussy is tighter than the other one, and the expression on her face slightly more pained, so you take it in slow smooth pushes, and are rewarded by a flow of her juices lubricating the passage of the dildo – as a result, the last four inches slide home much more easily than the first four did. Once it has gone all the way, you begin smoothly to pump it in and out – the girl is looking up at you, wide-eyed and with a slightly dazed expression, and she is starting to give those soft sweet gasps that are the first steps on the road to a climax. You increase the tempo again, and Stephanie begins to pant for breath, closing her eyes for a second and giving a delicious little whimper every time you ram the dildo in for its full length. Now you instruct me on how to join in – I am more or less to replicate Stephanie’s role when I was the chick on the desk, but with a refinement. Steph’s head is hanging off the edge of the desk already, and so it is easy for me to stand with my legs straddling above it, reach down and cup my hands behind her head to give support, and raise her lips to my parted labia. She fastens on eagerly, her tongue delving into familiar territory, and she wraps her arms around my hips. I find that I no longer need to hold her head up, which is a good thing as you have other uses for my hands. Facing me only inches away, you tell me to reach forwards and massage your breasts, so giving you erotic stimulation in both of the main erogenous zones. Your breasts feel wonderful, firm but also soft and so perfectly rounded. Your aureoles are quite large and prominent, your nipples pink with excitement – I am fascinated to touch them, as they jiggle jauntily with each thrusts of your hips, shafting the dildo into Stephanie. She is now breathing in great gulps, her eyes tightly-closed and sweat beading her forehead. You know she is very near to climax, but you decide to prolong it and so you slow the tempo – an action that produces a frustrated wail from my cute schoolgirl lover. Then, when she least expects it, you shift into top gear, slapping it in and out her pussy in short, fast, almost stabbing, thrusts. Stephanie’s eyes fly wide open and she stares up at you, transported in her arousal – and then her body suddenly goes completely rigid, like a board. Her back arches up off the desk, her legs flop even wider apart, her hips judder and she gives a series of nasal grunts. She has come – and, just like me, with a duration and intensity that she has never experienced before. You let her lie there for a few moments, absorbing the heady backwash of her climax, before you carefully withdraw the strap-on from Stephanie’s cunt and take it off. Whilst she remains sprawled half-dazed on the desk, you come round to where I am and you take my place – you swing a leg over to the other side of Steph’s head, and lower your large mature pussy onto her receptive lips. I am not to be left out – you draw me close for a fond hug, and then you grope my breasts – you like them very much as well, their full roundedness looks so sexy on the body of a girl who is only sixteen. As Steph eats out your vagina from underneath, you press on my shoulders to indicate that I should drop to my knees in front of you. I am not quite sure what you have in mind, but then I understand as you grip my pony-tail again, using it like the lead on a dog to pull my head forwards to your cunt. With two fingers of your other hand, you spread your clitoral hood open, offering me the sweet nub of your clitoris which is protected there, and you tell me to lick and rub it. You have a wonderful smell, spicy, a little like cloves and cinnamon, maybe? Of course, I realise that you have probably put some perfume on down here – what a good idea, I’ll do that for Steph next time. I angle my head so as not to bump against Stephanie’s or get in each other’s way, and I begin to give little flicks of my tongue to your clitoris. Now you have two pretty young teenagers lapping their eager little tongues into your pussy at the same time – what more could a woman want? Your head goes back, and you gasp with pleasure, as your two eager little beavers suck and lick on your beaver. I know what I want, and, without for a second removing my face from your clit, I reach up with both hands to grasp your firm breasts, so entrancingly silhouetted against the ceiling above me, and I squeeze them and pull on your big prominent tits. I am thrilled to be rewarded with a moan of pleasure, and then you give a harsh cry as this attention to your breasts adds to the effects of our two hot little girl-tongues squirming in and around your pussy, and you come – a long, shaking, adult orgasm, as your thighs tremble against my face, and your grasp on my pony-tail goes rigid, pressing my face right into your soft wet pussy, the nub of your clit firmly between my lips. You give a deep groan of pleasure and release as you come, and your climax leaves you panting and short of breath. After a moment, you release my hair, and I give your clit a farewell kiss before pulling away. I rock back onto my haunches – my legs spread wide open, my cunt on full view – and I look up at you, lost in admiration and full of gratitude. You ease your vagina off Stephanie’s sweaty and juice-streaked face, and I can see that her eyes are shining with pleasure and excitement too. There is a box of tissues in your top desk-drawer, and you gently wipe Steph’s face with one of these, and then with another you dry the sweat on her brow and neck. You hand a couple more to me with the intimate smile of a lover, and I wipe my face and my breasts, being careful around my nipples because they are so swollen and tender from all our fun and games. You kneel down and slip my panties back over my ankles, pulling them up to my hips and then snugly in place, like a squire dressing a knight in armour. It is as thrilling to be dressed by you as it was to be undressed by you, and either you sense this or you like dressing us – perhaps we are like your dolls, as we are definitely your playthings now. You put all our clothes back on for us, first my underwear, cupping my round breasts as you pop them back into my bra cups, then Steph’s, then my shirt and grey uniform skirt, and then the same for Stephanie. We tie our own ties, and with a comb that you lend us we brush our hair, so that it no longer has that just-been-fucked dishevelled appearance. We now look quite respectable and normal teenage schoolgirls – well, we are a bit flushed and bright-eyed, but at our age that could be over anything or anyone, maybe some singer or film star, anyway no one could tell that we have just had our first dildo fucking from a mature woman! You are getting dressed now too, and I watch with pleasure as you clip your bra together at the back – the motion has a lovely effect of thrusting your breasts right out – and then you scoop up each tit, and slip it back into its bra cup. Your neat white pintuck shirt is next, and then your smart pencil skirt, snug and tight-fitting over your hips, tapering to your knees and just overlapping the top of your boots. You run the comb through your neatly-clipped dark curls, and all three of us smile together – part of the secret sisterhood of lesbians, we are now friends and lovers, although of course no one else must ever suspect a thing. You give each of us a tender kiss on the lips, and tell us to be ready tomorrow – twenty minutes after school gets out, you will pick us up in your car at the corner of Linden Road and Parkdale Avenue, and take us to your house in the suburbs – promising us that ‘I’ll give you both a real good, hard, long fucking!’ Mmmm – we can’t wait!! 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copyright: Lesley Tara, 2012 Sally-Anne whistled quietly to herself, in a happy mood as she cleaned Room 517 on the top floor of the hotel. She knew that she had been very lucky to get this temporary job during the school summer holidays: there were not many such opportunities in her quiet medium-sized home town, and she was only a little over sixteen years old, which is the minimum legal age for employment in Britain. Sally-Anne wanted to save money towards paying for driving lessons when she turned seventeen next year, but, after several fruitless attempts at the few vacancies available, she had resigned herself to wasting the holiday period just hanging around with her school friends – which, nice as they were, would be frustrating, and probably soon get boring. However, she had happened to mention her disappointment to her school geography teacher, Ms. Gilmour (a pleasant, attractive and always very smartly-dressed woman in her early 30s, who Sally-Anne really admired). The teacher had looked at the pretty blue-eyed blonde teenager appraisingly for a long moment and then, as if coming to a decision that had been long-maturing, had said that she knew the manageress of the large modern hotel on the edge of the town – a Ms. Carrington – and that she would mention Sally-Anne to her. In fact, she added to the delighted schoolgirl’s chorus of thanks, she would positively recommend her, and be glad to provide a reference. Ms. Gilmour had been as good as her word (‘no surprise there’, thought Sally-Anne, with gratitude and affection, ‘she’s so wonderful – I wish I could be like her’), and within a week the eager teen had been given an appointment for an interview with Ms. Carrington. She turned out to be a rather formidable lady, brisk and efficient, and clearly very much in command of her domain. The manageress appeared to be in her late 30s: it was hard to tell, as she was tall and slim, with collar-length brunette hair in a style that was both elegant and rather severe, but from the slight lines around her lips and eyes, she was possibly even a little over 40. Ms. Carrington was dressed with an sophisticated simplicity that Sally-Anne envied, in a charcoal grey business suit, with the flared jacket and tulip skirt tightly-tailored to her slender waist and mature curves. Beneath this was a buttoned blouse in scarlet silk, its flash of vivid colour effectively offsetting both the grey of the suit and the black of the manageress’s leather stiletto-heeled boots. Sally-Anne had been quite intimidated by the woman’s effortless assurance and authority, and felt that she had come across as quite shy and rather immature at the interview. In fact, she had been surprised when, at the conclusion, Ms. Carrington had said – with her first smile – that Sally-Anne seemed to be a nice and dependable young girl, that she had been strongly recommended by Ms. Gilmour, who’s judgement the manageress trusted (there was a slightly odd, assessing look in her eyes when she said that, thought the schoolgirl), that she was willing to give Sally-Anne a two-week trial, and that – if all went well – she would employ her for the whole eight weeks of the summer break, and indeed probably in the Christmas holidays and again the following year. Sally-Anne was determined to seize this marvellous opportunity, and put all her efforts into demonstrating that she was an ideal employee. It was now the start of her third day, and already she had mastered the routine of her main duty. This was to clean the rooms of the guests, either when they had checked out and before the next arrivals, or – if they were staying over – at some time convenient for them, when the room was unoccupied. Everything seemed to be going well – in fact, at the end of the previous day, when Ms. Carrington had inspected the rooms that Sally-Anne had been assigned, the manageress had given the girl one of her rare smiles, and told her that she was ‘coming on well’. So Sally-Anne had begun this Wednesday morning in a cheerful frame of mind, and was undaunted by being presented with a longer list of rooms to clean – on the contrary, she was encouraged by this sign of greater responsibility. She would have to get going if she was to finish them all before the rooms were scheduled to be available to the incoming guests, but as she finished up in Room 517 she was quite pleased, as she had already done several in her first hour, since starting her shift at 9.00 a.m. It helped that most of the people who stayed at the hotel had come to the town on business, for, unlike holiday-makers, they were usually up and on their way early, often having checked out even before Sally-Anne arrived at the hotel to begin work. After finishing the cleaning of Room 517, who’s occupant had left after an early breakfast, the teenager paused for a moment and glanced at her own reflection in the full-length mirror that was fixed to the front of the wardrobe. Ms. Carrington had placed particular emphasis on the importance of maintaining a neat and professional appearance at all times, and Sally-Anne straightened and smoothed down her plain and simple chambermaid’s uniform. This consisted of a black one-piece short-sleeve dress in a light crinkle-resistant artificial fabric; it came down to a little above her knees and had buttons at the front from the collar to her waist, where it was drawn in by a belt made of the same material. Apart from her underwear – a plain and modest matching set of pink cotton bra and panties – the only other things that Sally-Anne was wearing were a pair of comfortable slip-on low-heeled shoes, and a pink plastic Alice band to hold back her straight blonde hair. The cleaning work was quite strenuous, even in the air-conditioned bedrooms, and Sally-Anne had accepted her new boss’s advice not to wear tights or stockings – she would get far too hot in them, and they would only get snagged or laddered. Instead, below the hem of her uniform was an expanse of bare leg, shapely and lightly-bronzed from Sally-Anne’s many sporting and outdoor activities. The sixteen-year-old took a moment to appraise herself in the mirror, turning from one side to the other to present her profiles. Sally-Anne was normally a shy and retiring girl, and did not tend to think of herself as particularly noticeable or pretty – but, in fact, she had becoming increasingly so over the last year, as her body had developed some quite pronounced curves. Of average height for her age, around five feet four inches, her bust and butt were rather more than averagely rounded and jutting – already, she was having to take a C-cup fitting in her slender 28 inch bras. Sally-Anne had a lively face, with a slightly turned-up nose, an unblemished smooth pink complexion, and a sparkle to her sky-blue eyes. The truth was that she was an alluring young female, on the cusp of the transition from girl to woman. In a technical sense, she was the latter, for she had lost her virginity a few months before, but she was quite naive and sexually inexperienced. Sally-Anne had only had penetrative sex twice, and hadn’t found it very pleasurable on either occasion; her then boyfriend had pestered her into agreeing to do it, and then had come into his contraceptive sheath within a few seconds of pushing his thing into her hole – there had been almost no foreplay, nor any afterplay either! He had remained lying on top of her for about a minute, and then withdrew with a grunt, leaving her completely unsatisfied. Sally-Anne was quite glad to have lost her virginity – as most of her friends seemed to have done so already – but her reluctance, and indeed eventual refusal, to repeat the exercise had been the cause of breaking up a few weeks ago, about which Sally-Anne had few regrets. Nor was she in any hurry to get involved with another boyfriend, who no doubt would make similar unpleasant demands, and getting this summer job was a good way of taking herself out of circulation for the vacation. Sally-Anne wheeled her trolley of cleaning equipment out of Room 517, closing the door behind her, and considered her next move. She was also due to clean the adjacent room, number 518, but this was occupied by a businesswoman who was booked in for the whole week and would not be leaving until Saturday morning. Ms. Carrington had specifically mentioned this guest as an important client; she was the regional manager of a large well-known company, and stayed regularly at the hotel for one week in each month. Her name was Ms. Milne, and she was a striking figure – a handsome woman in her mid 30s, nearly six feet tall, with jet black hair cut quite short and shaped around her ears and her sharp cheekbones, and with a slim waist and trim hips that emphasised the thrust of quite a prominent pair of breasts above – they looked like D-cups at least. Sally-Anne had only encountered Ms. Milne twice during the previous days, both times briefly, and if anything she was even more in awe of her than she was of Ms. Carrington. On the second occasion, she had felt quite intimidated as she felt Ms. Milne’s searching regard appraising her from head to toe, and had embarrassed herself by blushing like the young schoolgirl that she was. There was no ‘do not disturb’ sign hanging on the outside door-handle of Ms. Milne’s room, and all seemed quiet within – although the heavy door was quite sound-proof, so it was hard to tell for sure. Still, it seemed to Sally-Anne that the room had a deserted air, as did number 519 on the other side – the room occupied by Ms. Milne’s PA, a lithe blonde in her early 20s who looked like a recent college graduate. It really would help Sally-Anne to get through her schedule in time if she could do both of these rooms now, and not have to trail back to them later. After a moment’s hesitation, the pretty teenager knocked quite firmly on the door of Ms. Milne’s room; as she had expected, there was no response. The chambermaid concluded that the vigorous businesswoman and her assistant had almost certainly gone out for the day (on the previous two days, she had seen them leaving quite soon after she had begun work at 9.00 a.m., and it was now nearly 10.00), and she assumed that Ms. Milne had simply forgotten about putting out the sign indicating that the room was ready for cleaning. Sally-Anne unlocked the door of Room 518 with her pass key, padded in for a few steps – and then stopped, rooted to the spot in open-mouthed shock. The bedroom was very far from being unoccupied, very far indeed – for on the large double bed were two naked figures, and they were certainly fully occupied! In the centre of the bed, crouched on all fours and with her ass towards Sally-Anne, was the blonde PA, her full soft breasts dangling beneath her chest and swinging wildly from side to side. Kneeling at the side of the bed, between the younger woman’s parted legs, was the dominating figure of her boss, who was not – as Sally-Anne realised, staring transfixed at the stunning scene – as completely naked as her assistant. Ms. Milne was wearing some sort of belt or harness around her waist, with straps that went around each thigh; the businesswoman’s back was towards Sally-Anne, as her hips jerked backwards and forwards, driving something at the front of the harness in and out of her PA’s cunt with a wet sloppy smacking sound, whilst the recipient gasped and moaned at each thrust. The young chambermaid was not totally naive – she knew at once what this must be: a strap-on dildo, the kind that lesbians used on each other. The teenager had never seen one in reality before, but she had once on film, when her best friend, Eleanor, had shown her a lesbian porn DVD of her father’s that she had found, in which several women had done unbelievable things with each other, including the insertion of enormous vibrators and plastic strap-on cocks. Eleanor had seemed somehow disappointed at the lack of effect of the hardcore movie on Sally-Anne, but in truth that had been far from the case – the blonde teenager had been simply stunned, shaken to the core, and ever since the images had returned constantly to her mind, especially at night and in her dreams. Seeing lesbians fucking in the flesh, however, had a whole different level of impact in its unbridled lust-filled immediacy – the vision before her was like a blow in the solar plexus, driving all of the wind out of her. Sally-Anne’s eyes were like saucers, her stomach was full of butterflies, and her legs went so weak at the knees that she had to reach out to grasp the nearby dressing table in order not to fall over, giving a shocked gasp as she did so. At once, Ms. Milne’s concentration on reaming out the pussy of her pretty young aide was broken. With her dildo still rammed deep into the PA’s vagina, her head jerked round to stare at the intruder, giving Sally-Anne a full view of her heavy mature breasts with their large erect nipples. A flash of intense anger crossed the businesswoman’s sharp features, her mouth snapping closed into a tight line. With one convulsive movement, she ripped the dildo back out of her young assistant’s hole – eliciting a shriek of protest in the process – swung off the bed, and advanced on the hapless chambermaid. Behind her tall spare frame, Sally-Anne had a brief but vivid view of the blonde PA’s gaping cunt, her parted labia almost dripping with sexual juices, as with a bubbling moan of frustration the younger woman collapsed face downwards on the bed, like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Ms. Milne stormed past Sally-Anne, who flinched instinctively, as if she expected to be struck. Instead, the mature woman slammed closed the half-open bedroom door, and turned the inside bolt with an ominous thunk. Only then did she round on the teenager, who shrank back against the dressing table for support. ‘How dare you!’ snarled the angry woman, with her hands on her hips and her breasts thrust forwards aggressively like twin missile warheads, primed to launch. ‘What do you mean, sneaking in like this, and spying on people! What were you up to, creeping around? – were you trying to steal some money, is that it?’ The black-haired woman gestured at the dressing table, and Sally-Anne registered with horror that the hand which she had put out just to steady herself in the moment of initial shock was resting only a few inches away from Ms. Milne’s open wallet, in which the edges of several banknotes and a set of credit cards were clearly visible. With a squeal as if her fingers had been burned, Sally-Anne snatched her hand away, and began a stammering incoherent apology. However, the older woman’s angry tirade stormed on, sweeping aside any apologies and explanations: ‘You sneaky little bitch!’ snapped the glowering and aggressive woman, ‘I’m going to complain about you, in the strongest terms – oh, yes, I’ll see that you’re fired, at once!’ Hearing this, Sally-Anne moaned in despair, almost collapsing as she begged the handsome businesswoman not to do that, oh please, no, anything but that, please, no! Inside her head, she wailed to herself – when everything had been going so well, how could it have gone so disastrously wrong so quickly? ‘So – you don’t want us to complain, you don’t want to be fired, yeah?’ said Ms. Milne, with a strange flush on her face and a burning intensity in her gaze. ‘In that case’, the mature woman continued with relish, ‘we’ll just have to punish you ourselves, we’ll teach you a lesson you won’t forget!’ A harsh endorsing laugh came from the bed behind Sally-Anne, and she glanced over her shoulder to see that the young blonde PA had recovered sufficiently to sit up, and was kneeling in the middle of the bed, heedless of her total nudity, with her thighs parted and her cunt fully exposed. Gazing at the teenaged chambermaid, the PA licked her lips avariciously, and added an eager endorsement: ‘Yeah, let’s do her, do her real good, hot fucking little tramp, she needs it, fucking needs it!’ Ms. Milne was a decisive woman in every respect, and this seemed to be all the encouragement that her rampant lust required. With lightning reflexes, she seized the thunderstruck chambermaid by the arm, and dragged her towards the bed. Reaching the side of the mattress, the tall and powerfully-built woman spun the blonde girl around to face her. However, Sally-Anne had no time to register a protest against what was happening, as immediately Ms. Milne shoved her roughly backwards, and the teenager’s legs caught against the side of the bed, sending her tumbling over to sprawl on her back across half of the width of the bed, her head landing a few inches from the squatting PA. ‘Hold her, Debbie – keep her down, hold her firm’, Ms. Milne tersely instructed her PA, who moved instantly into action, partly following the orders of the commanding boss to whom she was utterly in thrall, and partly also in cruel anticipation of what would now befall the cute and innocent-looking schoolgirl. It took only a second for Debbie to surge forwards and use her knees to pin Sally-Anne’s shoulders to the mattress, imprisoning the girl’s head between her sweat-sheened thighs. To make quite certain that the chambermaid was trapped, Debbie reached out and with each hand she grabbed one of the teenager’s arms just below the elbow, spreading them wide and using her superior position and weight to hold them down. Sally-Anne struggled uselessly against this assault, and looked up in shock at her captor – of whom she could mostly see the underside of the full firm breasts poised above her, their nipples erect twin peaks, with the young PA’s hard-eyed face framed in the cleavage. The sixteen-year-old was about to voice a protest when something else, even more appalling and frightening, riveted her attention in a different direction. Ms. Milne had grasped the hem of Sally-Anne’s flimsy maid’s uniform, and with a rough jerk had hauled the skirt up to the girl’s waist. The mature lesbian gazed for just a second at the naively girlish plain pink bikini-style panties that this action had revealed, before hooking a finger into their waistband at each hip – and then, with one firm yank, stripping the panties down the squealing girl’s legs, and tossing them aside. The businesswoman seized the naked cunt that was now exposed, with its tightly folded vaginal groove surrounded by a fringe of neatly-trimmed dark blonde pubic hair, and she pressed her thumb firmly into the lower part of the trapped teenager’s slit, parting her trembling dry flesh. Then Ms. Milne stood upright and pressed forwards, forcing the powerless teen’s thighs apart, until the spear of the out-thrust dildo bumped against the chambermaid’s cunt. It was only at this moment that Sally-Anne’s brain caught up with what was happening, and the reality hit her like a ice-cold douche. She was going to be raped! – these terrible lesbians were going to use her for their kinky perverted pleasure, were going to take her and violate her, and, what was worse, there was nothing at all that she could do to stop them! ‘Oh, no – no!’ moaned Sally-Anne, pleading in desperation: ‘no, no, oh – please, don’t! Don’t do that to me, I’m not a lezzie, please, no, not that, oh! oh God, oh no, please, ple-mummff! ugumpff! uggghuff!!’ The pretty blonde chambermaid’s tearful pleas had been cut short by the action of the youthful PA, who had risen onto her haunches, spread her legs further apart, and then smacked her cunt down over Sally-Anne’s mouth and nostrils, effectively gagging the girl. Debbie now released her grip on the teenager’s arms (for with the whole weight of her body resting on Sally-Anne’s face and shoulders, there was no way that the slightly-built girl could wriggle free), and swiftly unbuttoned the front of the chambermaid’s uniform. Sally-Anne squirmed in alarm at this new violation but was powerless to prevent it, and tears of shame and fear leaked from her eyes as she felt her top being tugged open and her breasts being scooped out of their bra cups and exposed to the view and use of these terrible lesbian rapists. Debbie enjoyed the feel of mauling the pretty young girl’s soft breasts, and rolled the teenager’s hardening nipples between her fingers as she leaned forward, and said: ‘She was just about to make me come – she was just about to get me off, you pissing little cunt, when you came sneaking in and interrupted! I’m so fucking gasping for it, and you’re gonna set things right – so eat my pussy, you little bitch! Eat my cunt and make me come, and you’d better do it good!’ With that remark, Debbie pressed down harder onto the teen’s face, and ground her sticky wet labia over Sally-Anne’s nose and mouth. The young girl froze for a moment, her mind in a whirl between fear and shock on the one hand, and on the other a sudden vivid memory of the scene in Eleanor’s porn DVD in which an older woman had made a younger one devour her pussy until she came in shrieking wild abandon. However, Sally-Anne’s momentary pause angered the impatient and highly-aroused PA, who gave the blonde chambermaid’s tits a sharp slap and then a pinch, whilst repeating her instructions: ‘C’mon, fucking eat me, you fucking little twat, get on with it, you stupid slit-hole! Eat me, make me cum!’ Galvanised by the painful abuse of her nipples, Sally-Anne began to apply herself to the amazing and intricate folds of flesh that were smothering her mouth. She had no idea what the proper technique should be, so she decided to cover up that fact by giving it all of her energy and effort. Within seconds, Debbie’s vagina – which had already been well-penetrated by Ms. Milne’s long thick plastic phallus – was parting easily before her tongue, and Sally-Anne almost began to enjoy the strange hot texture of pussy flesh and its accompanying cocktail of musky seeping lubricants. The teenager began to shove her tongue in deeper, encouraged by the shudders that periodically rippled through the PA’s body and by the young woman’s harsh cries, which were mounting inexorably to a not-too-distant crescendo. Debbie was actually 24 years old, and had been working for Ms. Milne (who was ten years older) for the last fourteen months. She had been her boss’s willing sex toy ever since she was forcibly taken – almost raped – on Ms. Milne’s desk in only her second week in the job, after being ordered to stay on late after work for some ‘special training’. It hadn’t quite been rape, because Debbie had surrendered her pussy willingly, having already been an active lesbian for nine years, when her schoolgirl crush on a teacher was rewarded by a crash-course in lesbian education. Now she did anything that her dominatrix boss demanded of her, including being spanked and put in bondage, and being loaned out to Ms. Milne’s circle of mature lesbian dykes. Helping her mistress assault and rape an innocent teenage girl gave her not a moment’s pause for concern, and indeed Debbie exulted in the rare experience of making someone even younger be submissive to her. Whilst Debbie’s weight pinned Sally-Anne to the bed, and her forcible cunt-grinding cunnilingus effectively gagged the trapped teen, Ms. Milne took a few seconds to relish the sight of her helpless young victim, and to savour the way in which everything had gone according to her plan. For, whatever the appearance, this was no spontaneous assault, but a carefully-prepared ambush, and the foolish naive girl had fallen completely into the trap. Ms. Milne had noticed how cute, fresh and appealing Sally-Anne was on first spotting her, two days previously on the girl’s first day at work. However, it was the next occasion, on the day after, that caused the experienced dyke to decide that she would have the chambermaid’s pussy, and hopefully take her lesbian cherry. Yesterday, Ms. Milne had left her room just after 9.00 a.m. on her way to her regional headquarters office, and as she walked along the corridor to the lift, she had seen Sally-Anne cleaning one of the other bedrooms. The door was open, and Ms. Milne stopped, arrested by the enticing sight of the youthful and pretty blonde chambermaid bending over as she made up the bed – as Sally-Anne reached across to straighten the pillows, her jutting bubble-butt rose up in the air, stretching tight the fabric of her maid’s uniform, and its hem rode up to give a tantalising glimpse of the gusset of a pair of plain white panties. As yet unobserved, Ms. Milne had watched in appreciative interest as the girl had stood up, noting the swell of fuller breasts than might be expected for someone who was clearly still in her mid-teens. Ms. Milne had then asked Sally-Anne some inconsequential question, whilst her eyes rested upon the girl’s chest – not just to enjoy the view of her pert bust, but also to memorise the name printed on her staff badge. Later that day, Ms. Milne had asked her long-time friend and regular sexual partner, the hotel’s manageress, about the new chambermaid, and had been advised that the girl was ripe for plucking and fucking – that she had been recommended to Ms. Carrington precisely as an excellent prospect for lesbian initiation, ready to be taken. Ms. Carrington had intended to do so herself fairly soon, but generously agreed to let her friend go first – knowing Ms. Milne’s forceful, even brutal, methods, and that they almost never failed. The businesswoman’s plan was a simple one, based on the experience that complicated stratagems tended to go wrong, whilst the direct approach was often the most effective. On this third morning, Debbie – who, of course, had spent the night in Ms. Milne’s bed, where she had been dildo-shafted with unusual severity as the older dyke savoured the prospect of teen-rape ahead of her – had risen early, and, after the usual morning ritual of soaping Ms. Milne’s body during her shower, and orally servicing her slit in the process, the PA had stripped the upper sheets from the bed and lain down again with her boss, softly licking the older woman’s tits and gently caressing her cunt, keeping her dominatrix boss pleasantly aroused whilst they waited to spring their trap on the innocent unwary teenager. It had been arranged that the hotel manageress would assign Sally-Anne to clean Ms. Milne’s room, and she and Debbie were careful to make no noise as they heard the chambermaid enter the adjacent room and whistle cheerfully as she worked. After a few moments, Ms. Milne had risen from the bed and silently stepped into her favourite strap-on harness, whilst Debbie, with long practice, assumed the ‘fuck-me-hard’ position on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed, with her butt towards the door. Ms. Milne then stepped up to her PA’s ass, slid the long plastic rod easily into the younger woman’s already wet and open vagina, gripped her at the hips and began a slow rhythmic shafting, all in complete silence and with every sense attuned to hear the opening of the door – the moment when the fly would blunder unwittingly into the spider’s web, to be caught and devoured. It had, of course, been synthetic anger that Ms. Milne had displayed at Sally-Anne’s intrusion, though it had been given real heat by the older woman’s burning lust. In fact, every single move, and every single word uttered, had been carefully planned in advance, with Debbie given instructions on her part in the little drama. Now, Sally-Anne was entirely at Ms. Milne’s disposal, and she relished the sight of the frightened novice frantically eating pussy for the first – but very definitely not the last – time. As ordered, Debbie had scooped the teenager’s sweet pert breasts out of her childishly plain cotton bra, and had teased the nipples into a pink stiff erectness such as Sally-Anne had never experienced before in her life, and which was having effects that were a bewildering mixture of discomfort and arousal. Ms. Milne took hold of the chambermaid’s trembling thighs, and with an iron grip forced them further apart, ignoring the girl’s fearful whimpers as she slobbered under Debbie’s pussy. The mature black-haired businesswoman licked her lips in anticipation as she lined up the thick ribbed plastic dildo on the centre of the trapped blonde’s tight teenage twat. Forcing this would be a delight, made all the more delicious by the girl’s futile feeble struggles. Sally-Anne screamed as the tip of the huge dildo broached her labia, even though the first stroke only entered her for an inch. In her terror, the girl’s back arched convulsively, and her body was locked in a rigid curve as Ms. Milne thrust into her again, harder and deeper – three inches at least. The violated teen howled in anguish, but almost nothing was audible as her face was squashed under Debbie’s cunt. In fact, the vibration of her shrieks was transmitted directly into the PA’s vulva, with orgasmic effects, and Debbie moaned in ecstasy, pinching Sally-Anne’s nipples as she came, and further terrorising the helpless schoolgirl. Tears coursed over Sally-Anne’s cheeks (some of pain, some of fright, some of humiliation, and some of shame in the fact that she was actually in some strange way being aroused by what these two cruel lesbians were inflicting upon her), and they mingled with the fountaining squirt of cum-juice that sprayed from Debbie’s vagina, and which the chambermaid almost instinctively lapped up and swallowed. Sally-Anne’s body was responding to the torrent of sexual stimuli that it was receiving, on her tongue, her tits, and now in her pussy. As Ms. Milne rocked her hips forward for her third violating intrusion, the dildo surged home more easily, for Sally-Anne’s own juices were starting to flow, and were easing its passage. The pulverised teen abandoned all resistance to what was happening to her, and – without consciously having decided this – from now on, she went with the flow, and let the two women do with her whatever they pleased. Sensing this, Ms. Milne’s smiled to herself in satisfaction – once again, her instinct had been right: as Ms. Carrington’s unknown informant had surmised, this was a girl ready for the taking, almost certainly a lesbian even if she was as yet unaware of it herself, and now destined for a lifetime of submissive service to any dominant dyke who stripped down her panties and conquered her cunt. Ms. Milne increased the pace and force of her thrusts, provoking renewed screaming and squirming from the pretty young blonde, whilst the girl’s pelvis betrayed her true nature as it began humping back against the dildo, adding to the impact of its entry and making the penetrations even deeper and more forceful. Sally-Anne’s body began to shake and tremble in a new way – no longer of fear, or at least, not entirely of fear, but now also of arousal, of building to her own sexual climax. The rape victim hardly understood what was happening, but her body’s responses to its first ever real fucking (her former-boyfriend’s pathetic little prick having made almost no impression, quite literally, on the two prior occasions that anything had entered her vagina), and her subconscious lesbian orientation (which had been first stirred from its slumber by Eleanor’s porn movie), now took over her consciousness. The shocked teenager began to gasp and moan with desire, whilst still continuing – but now, quite voluntarily – to lap and suck at Debbie’s gaping pussy. Unbelievably, Sally-Anne realised that she had taken the whole huge length and massive width of the dildo into her vaginal passage, and indeed that she was desperate for more – although she felt utterly taken and filled to the point of splitting apart, still she wanted to be rammed even harder and speared even deeper! Then, suddenly, her back arched once more in a violent spasm, as her first-ever true orgasm burst upon her – it was a revelation in its burning intensity and deep erotic satisfaction, and its backwash left her shaken and dizzy, almost fainting. As Sally-Anne gasped for breath, Debbie lifted the weight of her pelvis from the teenager’s face and shifted sideways, so that she was now kneeling beside the spent and quivering girl, who no longer needed to be held down. It took Sally-Anne a few seconds to reorient herself, and her eyes – which had been closed whilst she had performed oral sex on Debbie – were briefly dazzled by their return to daylight. Ms. Milne had not withdrawn the dildo from the chambermaid’s cunt, and it was still buried deep in the girl’s vagina, right up to the hilt, with the leather face-plate pressing down on Sally-Anne’s riven and squashed outer labia. As Debbie moved aside, her mature boss leaned forwards with arms outstretched, and braced herself by placing her hands on the mattress, just above Sally-Anne’s shoulders. The teenager blinked upwards at her rapist, who now loomed menacingly above her, a predatory smile curving her lips into a thin line and a hawkish glint in her eyes. Ms. Milne’s full breasts were bigger and heavier even than her PA’s jutting and bouncy pair, and Sally-Anne thought they must be 34 inch D-cups at least, probably E-cups, as they swayed above her face, more mesmerisingly than any stage hypnotist’s swinging pendulum. Having paused until she had the teenager’s full attention, Ms Milne very slowly arched her back, withdrawing the heavy dildo for just a couple of inches, before using her whole adult weight and the leverage afforded by her dominant posture to sink it back in again slowly, to its full extent. As the thick plastic rod once again drilled Sally-Anne’s almost-virginal vagina to the fullest depth, the blonde girl moaned and shuddered, flinging her arms wide at each side. ‘Oh! Oh, no – stop!’ she cried out; ‘Oh, God – please, no, no more!! – oh, stop, help! please, I can’t take it, I can’t take any more!’ Ms. Milne completely ignored these splutterings, for in fact Sally-Anne’s cunt was taking it, and doing so more smoothly and slickly than had been the case in the initial rape. Far from stopping, in an impressive display of muscular strength and physical suppleness which spoke of many hours spent at the gym, Ms. Milne flexed her lower back and pulled out the dildo a little further, before pushing it back in just as hard and as far. Sally-Anne yowled with distress, but as Ms. Milne began to increase the length of her withdrawals and the pace and depth of the returning impalements, her noises changed to grunts and then moans, whilst her breathing audibly quickened until she was snatching panting gasps, sweat running off her brow and cheeks. The raped chambermaid whimpered under the powerful woman’s inexorable reaming out of her vagina, giving a quavering moan each time the long hard phallic rod was rammed home. Ms. Milne delivered her strokes more slowly than in her first fast and furious rape of the delectable teen – but her insertions were all the more devastatingly effective for their ponderous pace, which was matched only by their utter inevitability. As her boss steadied into a rhythm, arching her hips and spearing her victim’s cunt to its deepest limit, Debbie reached forwards into the gap between Sally-Anne’s flat stomach and the curve of Ms. Milne’s pelvis above it. The PA slid her fingertips into the top folds of the chambermaid’s slash, and, within a couple of seconds, she found what she had been questing for – the prone teenager’s clitoral nub. She began abrading this, rubbing her fingers around it, first clockwise and then anti-clockwise in rapid alternation, and then teasing it and even pulling on it, with dynamic results. In response, Sally-Anne gave a curious mewling noise, and her slim girlish body shuddered under the explosive twin effects of the frotting of her clit and the penetrations from the huge ribbed dildo. The blonde teenager’s ass began to bounce up and down on the bed, as if was a trampoline. This was not mainly at the girl’s conscious intention, even though she was now meeting each dildo-impalement with a reciprocal return thrust. From far away, Sally-Anne could hear a voice gasping and groaning – and then, with a sudden shock, she realised that it was her own: ‘Aaarrgghh, ohmigod, no! Christ alive ... oh, no, NO! Shit, oh! Mmmm, ahhhh ... oh, mmmm, yes ... aah! yes, yessss, YES – do me! Ahhhh – DO ME, OH! FUCK ME, FUCK ME! OH, AAAAIIEEEEHHHH!!’ With this wild shriek, the teenager crested the wave of her second-ever climax – and her second sapphic orgasm – which took her even more volcanically than the previous time. With her eyes wide open and staring fixedly upwards at Ms Milne’s jutting melons of breasts, and above them at the mature dyke’s vulpine smile of triumphant possession, the blonde chambermaid flopped back on the mattress, with her arms outstretched and her hands clawing at the crumpled bedsheet. Timing it to perfection, with the benefit of her long expertise in babe-fucking, the tall businesswoman slammed the strap-on into Sally-Anne with sudden and almost vicious force. The girl yelled again, as her back locked in a rigid curve, sending her attractive pert tits jiggling. Then, with a deep sobbing groan, her legs and thighs twitched and jerked as her pussy went suddenly loose and her vagina flushed wetly, the cum-juice flowing down her inner thighs as she orgasmed for the third time. The pretty young babe did indeed look totally taken and utterly fucked, thought Ms. Milne with salacious satisfaction, gazing down at the inert body of the innocent whom she had assaulted and raped. The girl looked bewildered and confused, and not just about what had happened to her – it was evident from her physical and verbal responses that she had been aroused, that her first experience of lesbianism – although forced upon her – had not been completely unwelcome or unpleasant. Indeed, it might not take much more to mould her into a submissive sapphic sex-toy. Which, thought Ms. Milne with an inner smile, was good – for the teenager’s initiation was far from over, whatever she might think. The tall black-haired woman pulled the dildo out of Sally-Anne’s vagina, the rounded end emerging with a soft wet sucking sound. Ms. Milne took a step backwards, undid the harness of the strap-on, and tossed it onto the bed, near to where Debbie was kneeling. Then, standing with her legs placed apart and her hands on her hips, the mature boss nodded to her PA, giving the signal for the next stage. Debbie slid her hands under the slender teen’s shoulder-blades and urged the girl into an upright position, whilst at same time pushing her forwards to the side of the mattress. Her mind in a whirl, Sally-Anne gave no resistance, and in a moment Debbie had slipped the girl off the bed, so that she sank to her knees in front of her conqueror, with her lower back against the side of the bed, and her face just inches from the puckered labia of Ms. Milne’s clean-shaven pussy. ‘Lick me, girl!’ snapped the dominatrix, ‘eat me – show me what you’ve learned doing Debbie, show me what you can do! Make me cum, and cum hard!’ All of Sally-Anne’s school-teachers agreed that she was a bright girl, quick on the uptake, and once more she proved them right. Between the example of the porn actresses on Eleanor’s oh-so-memorable DVD, her forced first attempt at cunnilingus on Debbie’s pussy, and the example given by the young PA’s dextrous manipulation of her own clitoris, she now had a very much better idea of what to do. Surprising herself by her eagerness – which she could still, at least partly, excuse by ascribing it to fear – the chambermaid bent forwards and placed her lips on Ms. Milne’s outer labia, and then parted them gently with the tip of her tongue, before darting its full length in between them. Ms. Milne gave a short gasp, as the girl was bolder in her approach and better in technique than she had expected, and was also showing herself to be quite willing – too much so for it to be explained away as just the result of coercion and fear. The mature woman found herself becoming aroused quite quickly, and she shifted her stance to give even easier access to her pussy, whilst also grabbing a handful of Sally-Anne’s blonde hair at the back of her head. Ms. Milne used this as a handle with which to grind the teenager’s face into her broad and fleshy vulva, giving Sally-Anne no choice but to inhale with every breath the heady musky smell of the woman’s vagina as it had rubbed sweatily and stickily against the inside of the strap-on harness during the dildo-rape. The young blonde gulped and gasped, but she made no attempt to struggle or to squirm aside, and if anything the taste and smell of pussy seemed to be stimulating her. Emboldened, Sally-Anne emulated the women she had seen on the hardcore porn DVD, and she shifted the focus of her oral efforts to the upper part of her conqueror’s slippery and rubbery slit, whilst bringing up her right hand and poking two fingers into Ms. Milne’s hole. ‘Aaahh, fuck, yes! Oh, you little lezzie bitch! – yes, more, go on, slut, do more!’ hissed the busty businesswoman, as her hips began to jerk and judder in response. Sally-Anne felt a sudden surge of excitement and energy at this evidence of her success, and churned her fingers around inside her rapist’s vaginal tube, eliciting further gasps. Then Sally-Anne gave a little squeal of her own, as two hands cupped her breasts and squeezed them. For a second, the teen was confused, for Ms. Milne hands were already accounted for – one of them gripping Sally-Anne’s hair and locking her face into pussy-pounding position, and the chambermaid could see the other in her peripheral vision, as the mature dyke grasped and pulled at her own engorged nipples with increasing urgency. Then the girl understood where the extra hands had come from: Debbie had moved to sit on the edge of the bed immediately behind her, framing the teenager’s light and slender frame between her legs, and now the PA had reached down, under Sally-Anne’s armpits, to take possession of her tits. And what nice ones they are, thought Debbie admiringly – firm with youth, but fuller and rounder than would be expected from the chambermaid’s slim body and her youth, for the hotel manageress had imparted to Ms. Milne the delightful news that this cute babe was barely past her sixteenth birthday. Debbie rolled the chambermaid’s nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, and then pinched and tweaked them, alternating between the girl’s two pertly jutting breasts. Once again, Sally-Anne moaned as her face was crushed against a cunt, so that the sound was transmitted directly to the pelvic bone that she was pressed against, and sent an erotic vibration through the myriad of nerve-endings in the walls of the woman’s vagina. Driven almost frantic by the simultaneous stimulus from Debbie to her tits and of Ms. Milne’s pussy against her mouth, Sally-Anne pumped her fingers in and out of the older woman’s hole whilst her tongue surged around and under her clitoral hood, and rasped across her clit. ‘Aahh, yeah, fuckit – make me cum, fucking cum me, you lezzie cunt!’ gasped Ms. Milne. The swearing and loss of control of the haughty superior businesswoman both shocked and excited the chambermaid, as also – in a profound and disturbing way – did her assertions that Sally-Anne was a lesbian. Part of her mind instinctively shouted a silent denial – but only part, and she knew with sudden certainty that this automatic rejection had a false and hollow ring to it, and had not even convinced herself. Then her thoughts were blown away, as Ms. Milne’s hips suddenly spasmed, and, with a hoarse cry of fulfilment, the dominatrix climaxed, pussy-juice spraying from her hole over Sally-Anne’s fingers and face. In the process, the businesswoman released her hold on Sally-Anne’s head, but the girl was at once imprisoned by the PA, who wound her arms around the chambermaid’s chest. In truth, escape was unlikely: Sally-Anne was nearly exhausted, both physically and mentally, and had neither the strength nor the willpower to make a bid for freedom – if, indeed, that was what she still wanted. Recovering her breath and poise with impressive rapidity, with an imperious gesture Ms. Milne ordered the teenager to rise. Shakily, and needing Debbie’s supporting hands at her hips, Sally-Anne managed to do so. Her reward was to have her cheeks cupped in the mature woman’s firm grasp, and to be kissed fully on the mouth, as Ms. Milne pushed her tongue between Sally-Anne’s lips and tasted the flavours of the young teen. As she prolonged the deep French kiss, the woman rested her hands on the girl’s shoulders; this support kept Sally-Anne upright, and allowed Debbie to slip aside from her position on the bed behind their victim. Once the PA was out of the way, Ms. Milne spun the chambermaid around 180 degrees, and then pushed her forwards onto the bed. Sally-Anne had no choice – to break her fall, she instinctively thrust out her arms, and so she ended up on her hands and knees, in the same pose and almost in the same spot that Debbie had occupied in that memorable moment, which now seemed almost a lifetime ago, when she had innocently walked into the room. ‘What? Oh ... aaahhh!’ gasped Sally-Anne, for it was obvious what her new position meant, even before Debbie reached for the strap-on dildo and buckled around her pelvis. ‘Oh, no – no, not that! – please, please, I really can’t, I just can’t take any more – oh! please, no more!’ mumbled the shell-shocked chambermaid, but she knew that she was wasting her breath, and she did not even try to struggle. Without any difficulty, Ms. Milne’s firm and authoritative hold on Sally-Anne’s lower back kept the girl in position during the moment that it took her assistant to adjust the harness straps to her narrower hips. The blonde teen seemed to have accepted her fate, and did not protest again when Ms. Milne pushed her chambermaid’s uniform up past her waist, exposing her naked cunt and ass. Then the boss and her PA swapped places, as Debbie took up a stance between Sally-Anne’s spread legs and gripped the whimpering girl’s hips. With a satisfied grunt, the PA thrust forwards with the dildo, and it slid with almost no resistance into the teenager’s hole – which now was gaping open and slickly coated with vaginal fluids. Sally-Anne gave a noise that was partly a moan of violation and partly a sigh of satisfaction, as her cunt was invaded for the third time in less than twenty minutes. ‘You’ll like this, slut’, grunted Debbie, between thrusts into the girl of mounting force and frequency; ‘it’s the best way to get done, yeah – any les will tell you that, for sure!’ Ms. Milne watched with pleasure the erotic sight of her normally submissive PA, who was a decade younger than her, fucking doggy-style a pretty schoolgirl who was less than half of the business boss’s age. Then, not to be left out of the action, she squatted on the bed next to Sally-Anne and reached under the girl’s chest to the unbuttoned front of her uniform, where her breasts were dangling out of their bra cups and freely swinging with each hammering impact of the dildo. Like her assistant, Ms. Milne admired the size and texture of the sixteen-year-old’s mounds, and relished the opportunity to grope and squeeze them. It was all too much for the formerly inexperienced and naive teenager: the doggy-fuck was a final overload to her sexual senses, and Debbie – caught up in her own heady enthusiasm – was riding the blonde sixteen-year-old really hard. The PA was an athletically fit young woman who had been a sporty girl in her school days, and she now worked out at a gym four times a week – partly for its own sake, and partly to have the suppleness and stamina necessary to cope with the rampant fuckings dealt out by her boss, and sometimes as well by her boss’s mature lesbian business friends in an all-out dyke gang-bang. Debbie’s pelvis pivoted with the smoothly-oiled efficiency of a pumping machine, and it was a good thing that Sally-Anne’s vagina had been opened and lubricated by Ms. Milne’s double-fuck, for the PA was ferocious in her forceful penetrations. Sally-Anne’s eyes bugged out and her hands clawed for purchase on the sweaty wrinkled bedsheet, as unbelievable sensations radiated out from her abused and tender pussy. The girl’s mouth hung open, but the only sound that came from it was a frantic panting for breath. As Ms. Milne had anticipated, being shafted in this posture of utter submission was the completion and confirmation of the teenager’s lesbian conversion. Sally-Anne was just blown away – after a few moments, her head and shoulders slumped down limply onto the mattress, with her right cheek pressed against it and saliva dribbling from her half-open mouth as she mewled in rising ecstasy. The inexperienced near-virgin who had entered this den of lust less than half an hour previously now seemed a stranger to her, and she gave herself up to the heat of the moment, thrusting her ass up higher in the air and spreading her hips apart. Sally-Anne could sense how gaping and open her pussy was, and her vagina was slick with juices as the long fat plastic pillar reamed in and out of her with an ease that she would previously have thought impossible for a thing of such massive size. Now she was taking it, every inch of it, and Debbie’s convulsive pistoning was sending the shuddering teen soaring to yet another explosive climax. As the trembling in Sally-Anne’s flanks became visible and her breathing shortened to shallow high-pitched gulps, Debbie reached forwards to grab a hank of the girl’s blonde hair. She used this to haul the chambermaid back into a more upright posture on all fours, which gave the PA a better angle of attack from which to slam home the dildo even more directly. It was the final overload for the abused teenager’s vagina and clitoris, and Sally-Anne gave a hoarse scream as she climaxed for the fourth time, with even more of a bone-shaking and mind-blowing impact than the previous three orgasms. In the aftermath, the young chambermaid slid off the end of the dildo, and with a bubbling sigh collapsed face-down upon the bed. Sally-Anne felt so totally fucked, in a way which she had never dreamed was possible, and so completely taken – seized, raped, abused, used, and filled to the bursting point by that incredible huge long dildo, with sensations that still resonated through her mind. Ms. Milne bestowed an approving smile upon her PA, as Debbie unbuckled the strap-on and wiped over the plastic phallus with a tissue; the young woman had played her part well, as indeed she always did, following her adored dominant mistress’s instructions to the letter, whether working or fucking. The imposing businesswoman then turned and looked down with satiated satisfaction at the raped chambermaid’s prone form, enjoying a full view of the girl’s ass and pussy, as Sally-Anne’s uniform was still rucked up around her waist. ‘Don’t think of making any complaint about this, young lady, either to the management or the police – and not a word to your parents or friends’, Ms. Milne coolly remarked. ‘If you do, we shall say that you discovered we are lesbians and offered to have sex with us for money, and I can get some other women who have stayed here to say that you did the same with them – so it is you who will end up in trouble, not us!’ In fact, Sally-Anne had not thought of doing any such thing – or rather, her thoughts had shied away from the prospect at once: who could she possibly tell, how could she possibly describe it? And, still worse, what if she was questioned about her reactions, was asked how it had felt? Then the business executive and her PA slipped on their cotton towelling bathrobes, and Ms. Milne informed the dazed chambermaid that they were going to Debbie’s bedroom next door, to shower and get dressed (as this had all been carefully planned, Ms. Milne’s bath items, lingerie, business suit, shoes and work papers were all already in her assistant’s bedroom), and that when they went out they would remove the ‘do not disturb’ sign from that door, and Sally-Anne could then clean the room. ‘Take your time to clean this one’, said Ms. Milne, not unkindly. Then, feeling that the young girl had given full satisfaction and deserved some reward, the businesswoman picked up her purse from the dressing table, and removed from it two twenty-pound banknotes. Crossing to stand beside the bed, she undid the tie-belt of her bathrobe so that it hung open and gave the chambermaid a point-blank view of her cunt. Slowly, her gaze holding Sally-Anne’s dazed eyes, Ms. Milne wiped each banknote down the length of her sticky pussy, as if they were cleaning tissues. Then the tall black-haired woman folded them into a moist and musky wad, and leaned across to tuck this inside one of Sally-Anne’s empty bra-cups. ‘Buy yourself some proper grown-up underwear, my sweet’, murmured the businesswoman, an attractive husky tone in her voice, continuing with a curious half-smile: ‘I think you’re going to need it’. Then she picked up Sally-Anne’s discarded panties and added ‘you won’t need these again – and I like to keep a souvenir of my conquests’, as she slipped them into her pocket. With that, Ms. Milne closed up her bathrobe again, turned on her heel, and led the way out of the room; Debbie, following behind as was her place, paused in the doorway, looked over her shoulder and blew a kiss to the pretty young blonde whose violated body they had so much enjoyed. For a few moments, Sally-Anne lay inertly on the crumpled sheet, her thoughts a kaleidoscopic whirl, forming and reforming, as she struggled to understand what had just happened to her, what she had really felt about it, and what that meant. Then her eye fell upon the clock on the bedside table, and she gasped and sat upright. Half an hour had passed since she had blithely entered this room, believing it to be unoccupied and ready for cleaning. What if Ms. Carrington should come looking for her to monitor her work? – dear Lord, what if Ms. Carrington were to find her here, in this state? With the speedy recovery of wholesome youth, Sally-Anne leaped from the bed, and stripped it of the creased and cum-stained sheet – though not without holding it to her nose for a moment, and breathing in this reminder of the powerful mature woman’s sexual prowess and dominance. The chambermaid completed her usual duties, changing the pillow cases and the upper sheet as well, smoothing them all down and neatly making up the bed. Then she moved into the bathroom, but before cleaning here she caught sight of herself in the large mirror. She was dishevelled, her hair was sweaty and tangled, and her face and chest – still exposed in her unbuttoned uniform – were streaked with vaginal juices. Her uniform would quickly recover from its crumpled state, as it was made from some artificial fabric that was designed to remain smart during physical work, but there was no way that Sally-Anne could go into the public corridors – or be seen by Ms. Carrington – whilst she looked like this! With sudden decision, the teenager stripped off her maid’s uniform and her bra, putting them on hangars, and placed the cum-scented banknotes, with a slightly trembling hand, on the shelf above the hand-basin. Then the chambermaid took a rapid shower, rinsing herself with steaming hot water and washing her hair, and quickly towelled herself dry. She refastened her bra, the cotton cups brushing against her still-tender nipples with disturbing effect, and then donned her uniform and fastened the buttons. It felt strange as the smooth nylon material slid over her naked hips and butt, and Sally-Anne was very aware that she had no panties on underneath – a fact which produced a curiously contrary feeling of vulnerable availability and a powerful erotic charge. After just a second of hesitation, she picked up the two banknotes, held them to her nose for a moment and breathed deeply of their musky aroma, and then put them in the side pocket of her uniform, next to the master key that unlocked the bedrooms. The girl then quickly wiped around the bathroom, and replaced the damp used towels with fresh ones from her cleaning trolley. Just at this point, the chambermaid heard the sound from Debbie’s room of the door opening and closing, and of voices in the corridor. Sally-Anne wheeled her trolley out of the now serviced and cleaned Room 518 in time to see the smartly business-suited form of Ms. Milne, her taut ass and mature silhouette framed in an elegantly tailored pin-stripe pencil skirt – quite a short and sexy one, but she had the fine firm smooth legs to carry it off – and a flared jacket, proceeding away from her towards the lift, accompanied by her similarly-attired PA. Sally-Anne stopped for a moment, leaning against her trolley for support, as her eyes drank in the swaying hips and strutting assertive stalking strides of her two lesbian rapists. It was in this cathartic moment that there came to Sally-Anne’s turbulent thoughts a soothing calmness, as she recognised and accepted something long-hidden from herself: her attraction to women, and the conclusion that she was, almost certainly, a lesbian. However, the teenager pushed the implications of this realisation from her mind, for she was now nearly an hour behind schedule, and – although she had made a good quick start before the events following her entry into Room 518 – it would be almost impossible to finish the rest of her scheduled rooms on time. The energetic girl did her best, but she still had three rooms to do on the third floor when Ms. Carrington appeared in the doorway of the one that she was completing. Once again, Sally-Anne noted admiringly how well-dressed the manageress was. Today, Ms. Carrington was wearing an A-line skirt in navy blue, of midi length, coming down to several inches below her knees and overlapping the smart black leather boots that she was wearing below it. The skirt was in a complete button-through style, with a row of brass buttons running down the front from the waistband to the hem. As intended in such styles, the last four or five buttons were undone, leaving the bottom flap of the skirt to shift eye-catchingly with every movement, and offer tantalising glimpses of the legs and stockings underneath. Above the waist, Ms. Carrington was wearing a simple but elegant white silk blouse, and clearly visible through its almost transparent thinness was the shape of the full-cup black bra that encased her generous and still firm breasts. It was not just apprehension that she was in trouble that made Sally-Anne’s mouth go dry, for in her sensitised state the proximity of another authoritative and sexy mature woman sent a shiver through the girl’s body, hardening her nipples and causing a hot flush in her pussy. ‘You seem rather slow today, Sally-Anne’, observed the manageress with a note of disapproval. ‘I need to see you in my office – come along there as soon as you have finished your work; get the rest of the rooms done, and then come to see me at once.’ The chambermaid’s heart sank – she knew that she had made a really good impression on her first two days with the combination of her quick work and thorough cleaning, and she so wanted to keep this job, especially given the prospect of further employment after this summer vacation. Sally-Anne presented herself at Ms. Carrington’s office as quickly as she could, and, as on her previous visits, she admired the manageress’s neat efficiency. Ms. Carrington was seated at her large L-shaped desk, with the side portion to her right occupied by a computer screen, keyboard and mouse, a printer, a telephone and two neat trays for paperwork. The long main expanse of the desk in front of the manageress was completely bare; this was clearly the woman’s habit, as on the previous two days when Sally-Anne had arrived, the only item in view had been the cleaning schedule of the rooms – clearly, Ms. Carrington was a woman who believed in keeping on top of things. Now, which Sally-Anne hoped was not an ominous sign, there was not even a single sheet of paper on the shiny polished wooden desktop. At a gesture from the manageress, Sally-Anne came to stand immediately in front of the desk, as she had done each morning when receiving her instructions (there had been a chair to sit in at her interview, but clearly its usual place was over against the wall, and the hotel manageress did not like her staff to take their ease). Ms. Carrington’s opening words caused Sally-Anne’s heart to drop like a stone: ‘Ms. Milne called in to see me, on her way out’, remarked the manageress in cool tone, her eyes sharply scrutinising the teenager’s face. Then, to Sally-Anne’s immense relief, a hint of approval appeared in Ms. Carrington’s eyes and voice, as she continued: ‘She was pleased with your ... adaptability, I think was the term she used ... this morning, and has asked that you be assigned to clean her room and her assistant’s for the rest of their stay – and also when they next return, in two weeks’ time. Of course, I agreed at once – Ms. Milne is not only a highly-valued regular guest, but she is also important and influential in business circles in this region; indeed, she has organised a special ... network ... of businesswomen, through which one can make very useful contacts.’ The manageress looked at Sally-Anne shrewdly, noting the girl’s sudden blushing reaction to Ms. Milne’s praise and request, and continued: ‘It may take you some time to do their rooms properly, so I will put them at the end of your schedule, at two o’clock – do all the other rooms first, and then you can take as long there as is required, as I want to ensure Ms. Milne is quite satisfied with the service she receives.’ Sally-Anne was stunned by this, for she understood exactly what it meant – she was sure that Ms. Milne and her PA would arrange their schedules to be back at the hotel at 2.00 p.m., and then they would fuck her in rotation for as long as they wanted, and make her take their strap-ons and eat out their cunts. Her reaction was a churning swirl of shock and – unmistakeably – excitement and arousal, and unconsciously she licked her lips, unable to form words in reply. The expressions that had flashed across her youthful features had in any case telegraphed their meaning to Ms. Carrington, who also noted the sudden perky prominence of the girl’s tits, poking through the fabric of her bra and the thin chambermaid’s uniform. ‘I trust that you have no objection to this arrangement, Sally-Anne?’ enquired the manageress, one eyebrow raised in interrogation. The teenager lowered her eyes to the floor, blushed again, but found her voice enough to reply in a whisper: ‘No ... I ... that is, no ... no objection, Ms. Carrington.’ ‘Good, that’s settled then’, crisply answered her superior, before continuing with more of a smile, and to Sally-Anne’s great relief and delight: ‘I think you have come on very well, Sally-Anne, yes – very well indeed. I do not think we need bother with the rest of your probationary period, and so I will confirm now that I will employ you for the rest of the holidays, and also on weekends during your school-terms, and again – if you wish – in the following holiday periods.’ Sally-Anne lifted her gaze, and gushed her thanks. Ms. Carrington looked at the pretty young blonde appraisingly, and then continued: ‘There is one condition to this, however, which is that I will require your assistance with some ... special duties ... These are confidential, not to be discussed with anyone else, but you will be put on a higher hourly wage-rate in consequence. Do you accept?’ Sally-Anne was not quite sure – well, not absolutely sure – where this was going, but in any case refusal would be madness, and would clearly terminate her employment. The teenager swallowed, but met the attractive mature woman’s gaze, and replied clearly: ‘Yes, of course, Ms. Carrington, whatever you want.’ ‘Good girl – that was just the right answer. I can see that you will do well here, very well indeed!’ said the manageress in a satisfied tone. She paused for a few seconds, gazing keenly at the delectable girl, and then gestured to her youthful employee: ‘Lift up your skirt – lift it up, I want to see.’ Sally-Anne was still naive enough that she gave a little gasp of surprise at the directness of Ms. Carrington’s demand, and still young enough to flush with sudden embarrassment. Did Ms. Carrington know that she had no panties on? the girl wondered briefly, before a sudden absolute certainty came to her that her boss knew that fact very well indeed! With a gulp, Sally-Anne lowered her hands to grasp the hem of her chambermaid’s uniform at each side, and then she slowly hoisted it up to her waist, fully exposing her naked cunt below. The manageress gazed directly at the teenager’s blonde-fringed pussy for a moment, and then pushed back her leather chair and rose to her feet. Sally-Anne gasped, for as the woman stood up, it became apparent that she had unbuttoned her A-line skirt all the way to the waist – and that underneath it she was wearing a strap-on dildo, the shaft of which was poking out horizontally for at least six inches through the open front vent of the skirt. Ms. Carrington stalked round the side of the desk, her skirt hanging open and the dildo shaft swaying menacingly with every step that she took. Sally-Anne was rooted to the spot, and could not drag her eyes away from the thick purple plastic spear. The chambermaid neither moved nor spoke as the manageress came to stand at her side, but her pulse-rate quickened and her nipples hardened, straining abrasively at the inside of her bra cups. Eyeing the teenager with sultry desire, the 39-year-old woman undid the waistband of her skirt and dropped it on a nearby chair, and then added her silk blouse to the pile. The hotel boss was revealed in magnificent sexual prowess, wearing black boots, black stockings held up by a traditional garter belt, over which the strap-on harness had been buckled, and a full-cup black bra that made two jutting cones of her 32D breasts. Sally-Anne felt weak at the knees at beholding such a striking vision of mature feminine sexuality – and of experienced girl-fucking lesbianism, she also realised. Ms. Carrington stood beside the slim blonde teenager, so close that the hard round tip of the dildo bumped against Sally-Anne’s bare hip, just below the point to which she had lifted up her uniform. The girl remained as still as a soldier being inspected, staring ahead, her tension shown only in a nervous flick of her tongue across dry lips. The manageress languidly lifted her right hand, and with one elegant scarlet fingernail she traced a line around the pretty babe’s ear and down the side of her neck to the base of her throat, sending an erotic shiver down Sally-Anne’s spine to the cleft of her buttocks. From only inches away, Ms. Carrington whispered in her employee’s ear, in a rich contralto that vibrated with desire: ‘I want you ... and I’m going to have you. You’re mine.’ It was a statement of fact, of an absolute certainty, and Sally-Anne knew the truth of it. As Ms. Carrington said this, her left hand reached forwards to cup the chambermaid’s cunt, gently squeezing its sweet young flesh, and pressing a middle finger into the parted slit. It was an unspoken assertion of ownership, commanding and complete. A shudder of surrender ran through the girl, and her reply was not even a whisper, more an exhalation of breath, so faint as to be just on the edge of audibility: ‘... yes ... oh ... yes ...’ ‘Bend over’, was all Ms. Carrington said in response, gesturing at the desk. Obediently, Sally-Anne folded over at the waist, placing her stomach and breasts flat on the smooth unblemished desktop, and shuffling her feet apart in order to spread her pussy open. She waited tensely as Ms. Carrington moved out of view, going to stand directly at Sally-Anne’s butt. Then the teenager gave a soft gasp of surprise, as she felt the unexpected but enticing touch of the manageress’s cool fingertips, first parting her labial folds and then slipping into her gash and teasing up and down on its inner lips. ‘Well, well, they did open you up nicely, didn’t they?’ observed Ms. Carrington with pleasure, as she slid her long index finger all the way into Sally-Anne’s pussy hole, making the young girl groan and sag a little more limply on the desktop, with her tender nipples squashed down against its unforgiving wooden surface. Then the pretty chambermaid gasped again, as she felt the nub of the plastic cock push between her labia. This time, her pussy gave no resistance, and the young blonde gave a mewling moan as the manageress sank the plastic shaft all of the way into her, up to its hilt, before withdrawing and then thrusting firmly inwards again. Ms. Carrington’s penetrations were measured and deliberate, and slowly built up into a more powerful effect. Each of her thrusts seemed to drive all of the air from Sally-Anne’s body, and the blonde teenager began to pant for breath, her mouth open and her eyes fixed ahead at the manageress’s empty chair, although in truth they were glazed and unseeing, as every fibre of her being became centred upon the jangling nerve-ends in her over-sensitised vagina. The chambermaid’s hands reached for the further side of her boss’s desk and took a vice-like grip on its edge, clinging as would a shipwrecked sailor to the last piece of floating driftwood. Ms. Carrington drove on remorselessly, arching her hips to impart greater impact to her impalements of the delectable schoolgirl’s proffered pussy. Sally-Anne’s legs began to spasm, her thigh muscles clenching convulsively; if the desk had not been supporting her body, she would have collapsed to the floor. The pretty chambermaid’s legs and arms thrashed on the desktop, and she sobbed and yowled as she was pinned in place by Ms. Carrington’s iron grasp at her waist, whilst the plastic pillar was slammed and shafted into her with ever-increasing pace and power. Perhaps it was being cunt-fucked by a fat ribbed dildo for the fourth time in her young life, all within the space of two hours, that overwhelmed her senses – or perhaps it was the skilful expertise and commanding authority of her elegant mature manager, who had a greater effect upon her libido even than the powerful but younger Ms. Milne – but whatever it was, Sally-Anne came in the longest, most explosive and mind-bending climax of them all. Swept away in orgasmic splendour, she quivered and shook, cunny-juice gushing from her vagina to trickle down her inner thighs, and saliva sprayed from her open mouth. Caught up in the vortex of lust, Sally-Anne squirmed and shuddered, and screamed words that she barely knew that she knew: ‘Ahh, yes, fuckit, fucking do me, oh! shit! yeah! harder, harder! fuck me – do me fucking more! More – fucking take me, do me, rape me – fucking rape me!!’ In response, Ms. Carrington raked her fingernails down Sally-Anne’s back to the curve of her ass, and simultaneously rolled her hips to corkscrew the dildo around inside the girl’s vaginal hole, sending a wave of electrifying aftershocks through the dazed and drained teenager. Unseen behind the chambermaid, Ms. Carrington wore a triumphant predatory smile. It was just as she had hoped and thought, and just as she had been advised: this cute and innocent-looking young blonde was ripe and ready for transformation into a sapphic slut, who would soon be willing to do anything that was desired by the authoritative older women to whom she was clearly attracted. Yes, thought Ms. Carrington with relish and anticipation, pretty little sixteen-year-old Sally-Anne was a prime prospect for being passed around the doms and dykes of the powerful and secret network of lesbian businesswomen of which she and Ms. Milne were founding members. Before long, the girl would be trained into that wonderful combination of being an insatiable submissive, from whom any sexual service could be demanded, or the acting out of any fantasy or role-play, and the little bitch would do it and take it, and then eagerly beg to be taken again and again. It only remained only to put the final pieces in place, and continue her lesbian education. Ms. Carrington withdrew the dildo from Sally-Anne’s vagina, unstrapped the harness and laid it on the desk a few inches from the girl’s face. Then the older woman bent forwards, pushed the girl’s thighs further apart with her hands, and licked along Sally-Anne’s pussy, lapping up the sweet nectar of her teenage juices, and enjoying the moaning ripples of pleasure that it sent through her. Having tasted the vintage of 1996 and found it good, the manageress returned to the chair behind her desk and sat down, spreading her legs apart and exposing her full mature Venus mound and the prominent pout of her fleshy pussy-lips. Through half-lidded eyes, Ms. Carrington looked at Sally-Anne, who was still sprawled across the desktop, trying to calm her breathing and recover control of her arm and leg muscles, and said in a sultry tone: ‘You know what to do, girl – so do it!’ Sally-Anne staggered to her feet, and tottered around the end of the desk. It was almost a relief to sink to her knees between Ms. Carrington’s spread legs, and to grip the woman’s thighs for support. Her boss reached forwards to undo the buttons of the top part of the chambermaid’s uniform, and then pulled the garment up over the girl’s head and cast it aside. Sally-Anne was now naked apart from her plain bra and the comfortable flat-soled shoes that she wore for working. Ms. Carrington cupped the teenager’s bra cups in her hands, admiring breasts which were comparatively full for a sixteen-year-old, and then she reached behind the motionless girl’s back to unsnap the bra and let it fall away from the young blonde’s chest. Again, Ms. Carrington reached for Sally-Anne’s mammaries, feeling their firmness and squeezing the nipples. Then, releasing the fleshy globes, she rested her hands on Sally-Anne’s shoulders. No more instruction or incentive was needed: as if by magnetism, the chambermaid’s mouth was drawn down to her boss’s cunt. Sally-Anne could hardly believe it – she was performing oral sex on the pussy of the third woman today, all of them older than her, and two of them certainly twice her age or more. Her feeling was one of amazement, but also of fascination and heady excitement, and she set to work on the manageress’s gash with eager energy. This time she was guided to the right spots, and taught the best way to use her tongue, teeth and fingers, in a winning combination that led to Ms. Carrington jerking down the bra cups that enclosed her own breasts, and demanding that Sally-Anne suck on them whilst finger-fucking her boss’s pussy – first with two fingers together, and then, at the mature lesbian’s urgent demand, with three. This the teenager did without hesitation, and delighted in the effects of her attentions, as Ms. Carrington’s back arched and she came with harsh grunting groan. Ms. Carrington released her hold on Sally-Anne’s shoulders, and the overwhelmed and exhausted girl sank back onto her haunches, still gazing at the woman’s glistening vulva. The manageress remained sprawled in her chair, her breasts exposed and her legs wide apart, as she gently teased the fingers of her right hand up and down the moist opening of her gash. After a few seconds, with her other hand she pulled open a drawer in her desk and brought out a box of tissues, which she handed to Sally-Anne, watching with a lazy smile as the teenager wiped her own pussy and then slipped on her bra and chambermaid’s uniform. ‘I’ve wanted you to eat my pussy and suck my tits, ever since you showed me your panties at the interview’, purred the manager, looking very like the cat who had got all of the cream. Sally-Anne looked startled, and Ms. Carrington chuckled, and continued: ‘Oh, you may well not have done it consciously, my sweet, but it was a telling signal – a confirmation, anyway. You were sitting there in a tight little mini-skirt – almost a micro-skirt – and the more that you looked at me – and my tits, I noticed – the more your knees parted, until I was given a lovely clear view of the crotch of your pink panties. That’s when I knew that you’re a pussy-girl.’ Sally-Anne blushed, remembering now that on that day – could it have been only six days ago? – on that hot summer day, she had deliberately put on her shortest skirt – she had known her interview was with a woman, so had her subconscious mind then trailed her cunt in such an obvious way? It seemed perhaps that was so! – but Sally-Anne now felt only thanks and relief in response, and she gave a moment’s silent prayer of thanks to the patronage of her mythical fairy godmother, or rather, ‘lezzie godmother’ would be more appropriate! ‘Now, about your weekend duties’, said Ms. Carrington, adopting a brisker and more businesslike tone, though her hand continued to play with her own pussy. Sally-Anne was surprised by this turn in the conversation, for she had understood that her only weekend obligation was a shorter shift on Saturday morning, finishing at 1.00 p.m. rather than her usual time of 3.00 p.m. However, her boss explained that Ms. Milne and her PA were checking out on Saturday, and that the usual rules about the time of vacating a room did not apply in their case. ‘They can leave when they like – I never book anyone incoming into their rooms on their day of departure – it’s an easy consideration for such special regular guests. So, I want you to go to Ms. Milne’s room at the end of your usual shift, and see if you can give any ... assistance. You’ll be paid for the extra time, of course, and you can tell your family or friends that you are doing extra hours because we are busy. Don’t make any plans to see anyone until at least five o’clock, as I expect you will be ... tied up ... for quite some time’, concluded Ms. Carrington, looking meaningfully at her young employee. Sally-Anne understand at once, with a flutter of nervous excitement in her stomach – to be put in bondage by Ms. Milne and Debbie, and then used however they desired for several hours was an incredible prospect, and the combination of constraint and coercion that it offered had a thrilling effect on the submissively-oriented sixteen-year-old. She lifted her eyes to gaze frankly at her stunningly sexy superior, and replied: ‘Oh, yes – of course, Ms. Carrington, I will try my best to give them ... every satisfaction’. The manageress bestowed a pleased smile upon her youthful lesbian protege. Yes, she thought to herself, this little hottie will go far ... and cum far, far and often and very very wide indeed! ‘Well, I might just call in at some point, and check on how you are ... serving ... our clients’, said the manageress with a hungry smile. Sally-Anne was nearly bowled over by this announcement: to be taken simultaneously by both Ms. Milne and Ms. Carrington, two such superbly sensual mature dommes, was beyond her wildest subconscious dreams. For a second, her mind’s eye envisaged herself bound spread-eagled to a bed, with Ms. Milne squatting down on her face for cunt-eating, and Ms. Carrington mercilessly fucking her vagina with a strap-on. The teenager’s pussy went warm and wetly open, and she involuntarily clutched herself between the legs and gave a deep groan. However, her boss was not finished with instructions: ‘Now, on Sunday, of course, you don’t work here at the hotel – but a strong fit young girl like you doesn’t need a day of rest! So, you are to go to Ms. Gilmour’s house – I’ll give you the address – for two o’clock in the afternoon – she says that she has a great deal to teach you. Wear your prettiest dress, and some more grown-up lingerie – I think you can get some now, can’t you?’ asked the manageress, one eyebrow raised in amused interrogation. Sally-Anne blinked and nodded – was there anything these amazing and authoritative adult women did not know? Of course not, she chided herself: they knew everything about you – indeed, more than you knew yourself, as had been vividly demonstrated this morning. She was a mere girl, hardly more than a virgin – she resolved that she would put herself unreservedly in their capable hands. Clearly there were no secrets between Ms. Milne and Ms. Carrington! And nor, she realised, were there any between her geography teacher and the hotel manageress. Now, at last, she understood the completion of the circle – that her admired teacher had seen or sensed her budding lesbianism, and had recommended her to Ms. Carrington, not so much for work as for sex, for initiation – and, in turn, the manageress had told Ms. Milne that here was pussy to be taken, indeed, needing to be taken. A vista opened up before the pretty blonde teenager, of being the submissive sexual plaything of a whole range of dominant mature lesbians, powerful elegant assertive women who would use her as they pleased. It was stunningly enthralling, and Sally-Anne had to close her eyes and take a deep breath in order not to faint from excitement. She had entered the hotel that morning an ignorant and naive girl, and she would be leaving it an experienced young lesbian woman. Although she had been taken unexpectedly and by force, and it had been frightening and painful at the start, she had no complaint now. It had been a revelation, a lifting of the veil from her eyes, and the sooner it had happened the better – for a wonderful future of lesbian lust now lay before her: flattering, thrilling and fulfilling her deepest hidden desires of sapphic submission. Unbidden, Sally-Anne knelt down once more, and placed a series of reverent kisses on Ms. Carrington’s breasts and down the length of her pussy, before leaving her new mistress’s office with a wave and a cheery smile. She hurried up to one of the unoccupied bedrooms and took a quick shower, so that there would be no sign or smell of her lesbian marathon when she got home. After drying off – rather carefully around her still tender and sensitive pussy – the teenager changed into her own clothes, and left the crumpled and sweaty maid’s uniform in the hotel laundry. She set out for the shopping centre of the town, eager to have as long as possible in which to select and try on her new lingerie – ready for Ms. Milne and Debbie to enjoy removing tomorrow, and still more for her perceptive wonderful handsome – and lesbian! – schoolteacher to undress on Sunday A further thought occurred to Sally-Anne, as she trotted along in the warm summer sunshine, whistling happily. Maybe when her parents were next away over-night, she could arrange for her best friend Eleanor to stay for a sleepover – and, maybe she could say to Eleanor that she hadn’t been able to get that lesbian porn DVD out of her mind, and would be fascinated to see it again. She had a very strong instinct that this might lead to some interesting developments with her cute-as-a-bunny brunette best friend. Yes, mused the newly-fledged teenage lesbian – oh, yes, some very interesting developments indeed! If you enjoyed this, you might like my stories ‘Hotel Maid Learns The Ropes’ and ‘School-Teacher Lesbian Rape’ (although that one is more violent), and two others that I have nearly finished and expect to be posting soon: the first is called ‘Black Student Lesbian Rape’ (coming in a few days), and the second is ‘Cheerleader Exchange Student Japanese Lesbian Gang Rape’ (ready early in January 2013). To find these, and all of my other all-girl lesbian stories, follow the author link at the top of this story.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2010 I love my partner, Claire, for so many reasons – her kind and loving nature, her lively personality, things she says and does, how good she looks (dressed and undressed), the way she looks at me (ooooh, shivers down the spine!), just everything – but I know without a doubt what turns me on most all: it’s her ass, her hot sweet cutest butt! She’s 35 years old, but I swear she’s stolen that ass from some cheerleader half her age – it’s so trim, so tight, so firm, so fucking sexy. And yet, it’s also got a hint of fullness, of rounded curve, that has the magical allure of a grown woman – a woman who knows her own body and how to receive and give pleasure (and, oh! believe me, she does, she does). The combination just rocks my world, and she knows it, the minx, wandering about in those tight jeans. In the summer, around the house and garden and on holiday, she puts on these little blue denim shorts, cut so high on the leg that I can see the gusset of her panties – and when it’s hot, and she’s hot, and there are no panties on underneath, I can see that too and my knees go so weak that I can hardly walk. Claire isn’t a tease, but she does know the effect her wonderful ass has on me. At five foot nine inches, she is just a little taller than me, lithe and slender with lovely long shapely legs ... legs that soar up to those perkily curved and jutting buttocks, to join at the wide magic space between them, where I part the flare of her hips to find my secret garden of delights, my heaven on earth. Sometimes, when we have been out for a walk or down to the local shops for a few groceries, and are strolling home, she knows just what I want most of all. She rests her hand on my forearm, and as my heart skips a beat for joy, she whispers in my ear, her warm breath making me tremble: ‘Count to 10, honey – and then follow me home!’ So I take any shopping bag that she has been carrying, maybe her coat as well if it would spoil the view, and I wait those few seconds whilst she walks ahead several paces. Then I follow my babe down the road, admiring the lovely ass that is being presented purely for my pleasure. And she knows that I am, she knows full well how much it turns me on, and that turns her on too, and she puts that extra sensuous sway into her walk so that it becomes a strut, she is stalking down the street with a ‘fuck me’ wiggle to her hips with every stride, and I can’t tear my eyes away from the swing of her butt and the cleft of her ass in the tight jeans or slacks that she usually wears. It is a good thing I am wearing a skirt and not trousers, or there would be a huge damp patch around their crotch, a real give-away. As it is, my pussy is open and drooling, my panties are sodden and sticking to me, my pulse is pounding, my palms are sweaty, my throat is dry, and I am nibbling my lower lip in breathless appreciation and anticipation. I catch up with my honey as she stands unlocking the front door of our house, and, because it is out of view from the other houses nearby, I come up close behind her, slip my arms around her waist and then up her front to cup her shapely 30C breasts (in the summer, if she has just a T-shirt on, I’ll run my hands underneath it and squeeze her tits in their bra, or sometimes she isn’t wearing one and I stroke their cool firm flesh). I pull her tight against me, pressing my breasts into her back, drawing the curve of her ass between my hips and grinding my crotch against it with a gasp. I find her earlobe, lick and nibble it, and I whisper in her ear that she is temptress and is going to get just what she deserves as soon as we are inside! Her breath catches, and she fumbles at the lock, for she is just as eager as me, she has the same need and desire burning in her cunt. The door swings open and we tumble into the hall, dropping bags and handbags, throwing aside jackets and hats and scarves and all of that, and we fall into each others’ arms like we’ve been parted for a year. I grab the front of her jeans, unsnub the big brass button, feverishly tug down on the zip so that it peels apart, and I plunge one hand down inside, finding and cupping her Venus mound. My other hand seizes one of those deliciously pert ass-cheeks, pulling her firmly close whilst my fingers inside her trousers are rubbing up and down her pussy-cleft through the sodden cotton of her skimpy panties, and she gives a soft moan of pleasure – the hot minx, she loves to turn me on so much! I am kissing her mouth, her neck, telling her how amazing she is, how much I want her, how much I love her. Claire is either tugging my camisole top off over my head or unbuttoning my shirt and stripping it down my back and arms, she wants to get her hands and mouth on my breasts which – thank the heavens – she enjoys so much; I’m a 34D, so there is plenty for her to play with. Once my top has been discarded, she will unsnap my bra at the back and fling it across the hall, or if she can’t wait even for that she will pull the bra cups down and let my tits spill out. She kneads my mounds like dough, squeezing my aroused stiff nipples between her fingers, making me gasp in my turn and redouble my pressure on her pussy. I jerk the gusset of her panties aside, and push a finger into her pussy – easily and smoothly, her labia are parted and her hole is oozing juices, it is like sliding into soft butter. As I penetrate her, she arches her back in pleasure, pressing her flat stomach against me, riding her pussy down on my upthrust finger and grinding her cunt against the palm of my hand. She releases my tits, having warmed me up very nicely (thank you sweetie-pie!), and she reaches for the hem of my skirt and pulls it up, bunching it around my waist. Now it is my panties that are breached by a questing hand, seeking the glory-hole, and she homes in on my cunny like a cruise missile finding its target, and when she thrusts two fingers into my vagina it blows me apart, blows my mind. Wrapped around each other, her jeans sliding part-way down her smooth thighs, we stagger the few feet into the living room – there’s no time to make it up the stairs to anything so civilised as a bed, our hunger for each other is so fierce. We kneel down on the rug in front of the hearth, arms entwined, kissing passionately, our tongues roving thirstily inside each others’ mouths. I pause for a second and swiftly remove her top, and sometimes her sweet pointy breasts are swinging free, the nipples already stiff, ready to be kissed. Usually, she is wearing a bra, and I’ll take a moment to stroke her through the fabric before slipping my hands inside. She looks so delectable in a lacy demi-cup, or something with little feminine decorative touches – often I will have bought it for her, as I love to shop for lingerie and I see so many beautiful and sexy items that I know my babe will look hot in (it’s selfish, really, for I will have the pleasure of seeing her curves so delightfully displayed, I will have the thrill of unveiling her special places by removing them). She puts her head back for a second, giving a shake to her shoulder-length brown hair, and I kiss the base of her throat with a fierce growl of possessiveness – you are mine, all mine, only mine! I give a firm tweak to her tits, and then quickly reach behind her back to remove her bra. Now I take one of her bright pink nipples into my mouth, licking it and sucking it and nibbling it with my teeth, whilst one hand keeps a firm grasp of her other breast. Her jeans have dropped to rest around her knees, fully revealing her sky-blue bikini panties with their dark blue patch around her pussy. My other hand delves for treasure again, but this time inside her panties, and my thumb presses on her clitoris whilst my forefinger curls round to push upwards into her vagina again. My honey soaks up this attention for a moment, her eyes closed and a blissful grin plastered across her face, but then she pulls backwards and puts her hands on my shoulders. I know the next move, and my eyes widen in anticipation ... she wants me, oh! she wants me, is ringing in my ears like the bells of heaven. Claire eases me down with tender loving care, and I am lying on my back on the deep-pile carpet, naked above the waist (if my bra was still on, she would undo it first). My skirt is bunched around my middle, and I put my legs together for a moment whilst she tugs my panties down and off, and then I spread them apart. I know that this is how she most loves to see me – I have been wearing one of the combinations that she likes best: the black pencil skirt that comes to an inch or two above my knees, plain sheer black hold-ups, and my black leather boots. It gets her so wet to see me like this, sprawled on my back, arms and legs outflung in an X-shape, the skirt hoisted up and my knees wide apart, my pussy fully exposed and my labia puffy and open down the length of my slit. She gets to her feet and for a moment stands over me, drinking in the view that she enjoys so much. Her trim body is fully revealed, her jeans remaining at half-mast, and almost without realising it she has slipped a hand inside her own panties and is gently stroking herself. I gaze up at her through half-lidded eyes, trying to look vampish, and I stretch languorously, deliberately pushing my breasts upwards into the air and arching my thighs as open as they can get. It is an unmistakeable offering of my cunt, shouting ‘fuck me!’ louder than any words ever could. Claire swallows and licks her lips, her eyes gleaming. With a quick motion, standing first on one leg and then on the other, she pulls off her shoes (or sometimes those lovely light-brown cowboy boots that she likes), her trousers and her panties. She stands above me, totally nude, her hands resting akimbo on her hips, her pointy tits silhouetted against the white ceiling of the room, so that I am gazing directly up between her legs at her pussy. She straddles me and then sinks gently down to her haunches, and her gorgeous butt is just above my face, as she settles into place on top of me for a mutual oral 69. I run my hands over her smooth flanks, down from her waist to ease her buttocks apart, and I draw her pudenda down onto my mouth. Claire gives an exhalation of breath as she feels the tip of my questing tongue along her slit, and then a louder gasp as I take a firmer grip around her thighs, pulling her pussy fully onto my face, and I thrust my tongue like a spear into her gaping vagina, lapping up the juices, savouring the special taste of my girl, my lover. With a frisky shake of her head, Claire slips her hands around my thighs from underneath to keep them wide apart, and then she makes me squeal by running her tongue from my belly-button down across my pelvis to the clitoral hood at the top of my pussy. Adjusting her angle, she thrusts two fingers of one hand into the bottom opening of my vagina, whilst her agile tongue slurps around my clitoris, teasing it and rubbing it and nibbling it. Once she has it targeted, her fingers start a rapid pistoning penetration, making me jerk my butt up off the floor in reaction each time they smack home. She’s drilling me for oil, and she’s going to be rewarded with a gusher real soon! We are fucking fast and furious, so aroused and so lustful for each other. I am devouring her cunt with my mouth, growling with passion and pleasure as my eyes are fastened on the stunning ass that is bobbing inches above me. Claire is beginning to pant for breath, but taking only quick gulps for air before she goes down on me again, and her finger-fucking never loses a beat – in fact, she is increasing the tempo. Quickly, urgently, too soon, we both reach our climax, almost together. I think I am the first to come, by a few seconds, my whole body shaking as if under the impact of a rapid machine-gun burst of pleasure bullets. It makes me hug her tighter and closer, and rasp my tongue over her clit, sucking so hard I am stretching her skin. My lover gives a throaty wail, and I feel her tremble in my arms and her juice spills onto my lips and cheeks, warm and tangy and with that wonderful just-cum flavour and smell. For a moment we are spent, exhausted volcanoes after our Krakatoa eruptions, and she rests her cheek on my sweaty inner thigh, her eyes closed and her lips and nose against the side of my pussy. I slump backwards, releasing my grip on her legs, my head on the carpet but my eyes still worshipping the sweetly-rounded ass that is quivering just a few inches above me. Claire raises her head and looks back over her shoulder at me, a happy and contented grin on her face. She runs her tongue around her lips, looking like a cat who has just emptied a bowl of cream – and I did cream, oh yes, I creamed for you, my sleek cat, my pussy-cat ... my pussy-lover. With a smile, she says that she had better put the groceries in the refrigerator – the bag is still lying, unheeded, where it was put down in the hall. Ever practical is my sweetie-pie, and I love that about her too. So she gets to her feet, and if it’s a cool day maybe reaches for her T-shirt and shrugs it back on – the effect is actually sexier than complete nudity, for her tits are visible points thrusting into the thin cotton, and it comes down only to the top of her hips, emphasising the naked availability of the cunt and ass below. My perspective from the floor gives me a wonderful view of her butt as she deliberately flounces towards the door into the hall – but there she stops and turns towards me, striking an artful pose against the door-frame, legs apart and pussy exposed. Claire says my second most favourite thing: ‘Go upstairs and wait for me, honey – I’ll only be a moment!’ Then she says my most favourite thing: ‘Choose a strap-on, and put it on – because I need a real hard fuck real bad!!’ She blows me two kisses, and with an excited laugh she peels herself away from door-frame and skips out of view towards the kitchen, effortlessly scooping up the bag of groceries on the way. All my energy comes coursing back, my lust for her not sated but redoubled. With an electric thrill, I get to my feet and hurry up to our bedroom, eager to be ready and waiting there for my babe when she comes tripping up the stairs. If you enjoyed reading this, you may like my fictional stories as well – they are all 100% lesbian ... to find them, follow the author link in the header at the top. There is also one other true story about the two of us, called ‘What I Did On My Holidays’.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2012 You can find the pictures in one of my albums on my profile page, but you have to be registered and logged in to see them (I also have some other sexy pictures there, selected to accompany some of my other stories). However, the pictures are not essential, and the story works perfectly well on its own – and it also goes on beyond them. I must emphasise that the models in the pictures are NOT, repeat NOT, the people in the story, which is a fantasy and completely fictitious, with invented characters whose resemblance to any real persons is purely coincidental. Yuriko was new to Hirstmere Hall, the expensive private girls-only boarding school in southern England, but that didn’t put the arrogant little bitch off her stride for one moment. Why should it? – her parents were very wealthy Japanese-American financiers who were temporarily based in Britain, and Yuriko was so smart that she had already been advanced a grade at her previous high school in California, where she had been the queen bee. So, although she was only just seventeen – and with her slim, under-developed body (like many Asian teens, her breasts were so small that there was hardly any need for her to wear a bra), she looked more like fifteen – she went straight into the Upper Sixth Form with the eighteen year olds. She was soon thoroughly disliked by almost all of them: it wasn’t so much that she was a new girl, or that she was younger than her classmates, and certainly not that she was foreign, as the school had several overseas pupils who were all quite popular. No, it was her smart-alec attitude, for Yuriko loved to show off how clever she was – and if that meant making someone else look dumb, well, that was their look-out, wasn’t it? But for all her brains, knowledge and sharpness, in many ways Yuriko was a silly girl, naive and unaware of the impact she was having on the people around her – and the trouble that she was storing up for herself. At nearly nineteen, Alexis was one of the oldest girls in the Upper Sixth. She was tall, slim and quite good-looking, with dark brunette hair that fell straight from a centre-parting to below her shoulders, although her sharp nose and angular cheekbones made her appear more sultry and sexy than conventionally pretty. She was also very fit and strong – not surprising in a girl who enjoyed everything to do with sports or athletics, and who for nearly 18 months had been the very successful captain of the school’s lacrosse and hockey teams. Most of the girls in her class knew or suspected, as did many of the teachers, that Alexis was a confirmed and active lesbian – but she was generally discrete about her tastes and kept her pussy-hunting within the Sixth Form and didn’t seduce any of the under-sixteens, so no one really minded (and many, including several teachers, actively approved). Alexis had been initiated into sapphic sex – which she took to without the slightest hesitation – when she had just turned fifteen by the teacher who coached the Hirstmere Hall hockey team, in a venerable tradition that stretched way back, for that teacher had been eased into lifelong lesbianism by a dyke coach when she had been a teenage schoolgirl, and so on, and so on. Alexis enjoyed her regular sex-sessions with Coach Saunders, who was pretty hot for a 37 year-old and very experienced in the arts of girl-fucking (Alexis being far from the first pretty schoolgirl to learn the finer points of pussy-eating at her lush clean-shaven cunt). Alexis also willingly lapped and sucked the vaginas of the three other teachers who were part of Coach Saunders’s lesbian circle, and the young apprentice dyke eagerly spread her legs wide whenever they wanted to have her, whether it was with their fingers or with strap-on dildos, and whether it was just one of them alone or all four in a wild group orgy – for Alexis just loved lesbian lust any way and any time that she could get it. However, what she enjoyed most of all was fucking one of the other schoolgirls, because here she could be more dominant and assertive, and plunge deep into their sweet tight holes with the wickedly long and thick strap-on which Coach Saunders had given to her as an eighteenth birthday present (after, of course, a no-holds-barred demonstration from the expert in how it should be used!). Alexis was quite adept with this now, and her athletic exercises meant that she had the agility, strength and stamina to ride a girl really long and hard – to give her a bone-shaking, mind-blowing, multiple-orgasm pussy-blasting. Her three closest friends in the class were lesbians as well: Alexis had seduced and initiated two of them herself, whilst the other girl had her cherry taken by one of the teachers (who were all women at this school) on the day after she turned sixteen. Her three friends were equally avid for lesbian sex – and, most of all, they wanted Alexis to fuck them any time that she was willing, which was just about every day of the week. In fact, two of the girls were natural sapphic submissives, and Alexis and the fourth girl – her best friend, Miranda – were more and more getting off on dominating them, taking them rougher and riding them harder, even recently adding a bit of bondage to spice the mix. Maybe Yuriko was a little intimidated by Alexis, but of course she would never show it or even admit it to herself. Maybe it was just that Alexis had been the ‘leader of the pack’ in the school without dispute, until the sassy little Asian bitch arrived and challenged her for it. Whatever the real cause, it seemed that Yuriko especially delighted in showing up Alexis in front of the teachers and the rest of the class – answering the questions that Alexis couldn’t, and pointing out in a gratingly false ‘friendly’ way whenever Alexis made a mistake. There were too many opportunities for such showing off and showing up: Alexis wasn’t the cleverest girl in the year, and it didn’t help that between her focus on sports (with hours spent training on the sports field and in the gym) and her active lesbian sex life (with hours spent pleasuring her coach, the other teachers and her friends), she never had the time to prepare properly for class. So Yuriko preened, Alexis seethed, and the rest of their class waited in tense and increasingly eager anticipation for the arrogant little Asian bitch to learn a lesson which they thought she richly deserved. Finally, after several weeks of mounting annoyance (during which, to their moaning delight, Alexis taken out her frustration through pulverising pussy-poundings of her two submissive girlfriends), the tall English brunette had had enough, and decided to act. Alexis turned over various plans in her mind, savouring the possibilities until she had one that seemed fully satisfactory. Then she discussed her ideas with her three lesbian lovers, and they quietly warned the other girls. Yuriko’s conduct had made sure that she had no friends amongst her peers, and so no one gave the show-off bitch an inkling of what was in store for her. At this elite girls-only private boarding school, the Upper Sixth Form pupils had the privilege not only of staying up for an hour longer than the Lower Sixth (the seventeen year olds), but also of seeing themselves to bed and putting their own lights out by midnight. So, rather than a teacher having to remain on duty for this, they were overseen by the Head Girl (who, of course, was Alexis) and a small team of prefects (who, of course, included her lover Miranda and their eager submissive pussy-babes, Jenny and Cecilia). It was a dark evening in late November, and, after the younger forms had been sent on their way to bed, the teacher on duty signed off and left the supervision of the Upper Sixth girls to Alexis. Actually, as the teacher on duty happened to be Ms. Greig, the sexy twenty-nine year old geography teacher who was one of Coach Saunders’s lesbian intimates, her method of ‘signing over’ to Alexis consisted of taking the Head Girl into a cubicle in the deserted staff cloakroom and getting Alexis quickly and expertly to eat out her pussy until she came. In return, the grinning teacher shoved Alexis’s red tartan mini-skirt (which she wore even shorter than its already-brief regulation length) up around her waist, twisted aside the gusset of her white cotton panties (also much skimpier than the regulation size), and rammed two fingers into the gasping Head Girl’s vagina. Kissing Alexis vigorously, the teacher groped the teenager’s smallish but firmly perky 28B breasts with one hand, and pistoned her cunt-hole with the other. Normally, Alexis would have relished a quick lesbian fuck like this, but tonight she was saving her pussy-power for other things. With a quiet word, she told the teacher this and asked her to stop; rather disappointed, Ms. Greig complied, looking quizzically at her young protege. Alexis smiled, leaned forward to lick and nibble the busty blonde teacher’s earlobe, and whispered in explanation: ‘It’s Eureka time!’ The teacher laughed, enjoying the pun and understanding at once what was meant by it. She was one of those who knew that although Alexis wasn’t conventionally academically clever, she was well-read and shrewd, with a dry and sardonic sense of humour. ‘Mmmm,’ smiled the teacher, giving Alexis’s moist pussy a final gentle caress; ‘make it a real voyage of discovery for her, won’t you.’ Then she added, for she had seen perfectly well whilst teaching the class what had been going on, and like several other teachers was increasingly annoyed at Yuriko’s know-it-all style and the negative de-motivating impact it was having on the rest of the class: ‘and make it good and hard, honey, that little Jap bitch needs taking down – she needs to learn her place!’ ‘Yeah, and I’m sure gonna show it to her, I’m gonna nail her ass real good’, drawled Alexis, who was getting hot and wet with anticipation – this little pussy-fumble with luscious Ms. Greig was getting her nicely in the mood and fired up for what she had planned for Yuriko. ‘Well,’ said the blonde curly-haired teacher, ‘if you do break her in, let us know – Coach and I would like to have some more Asian pussy at our disposal, they’re always so good once they’ve learned that their place is to take orders – in fact, just to take it, anyhow we want to give it to them! Yep, you teach her her place, and we’ll make sure she stays in it!’ Alexis smiled – this was getting better and better! She almost skipped out of the staff cloakroom, aided on her way by a fond but firm smack on her ass (possibly her best feature) from her teacher-lover. All was set in train, just as she had planned. The Asian goody-goody was in the school’s Sixth Form Library, a study room restricted to the use of the two most senior classes, where she was swotting away doing extra preparation for the next day’s history class, all ready to show up everyone else with her greater knowledge. The flat-chested teen was so pleased with the thought that a smirk had unconsciously spread across her face. Concentrating on the encyclopaedia which she was reading at one of the wooden tables, she was not paying any attention to her surroundings. She did not notice Miranda and Cecilia entering and quietly giving the nod to the four other Upper Sixth Form girls who were scattered around the room. Three of them smiled, gathered up their books and papers, and wandered out; the fourth was Jenny, who moved across to sit next to Cecilia, her long-time best friend. Despite the importance of not alerting Yuriko to anything odd, the naughty pair could not resist the temptation to slip a hand between each other’s thighs and rub on the crotch of their girlfriend’s panties – for they did know what was coming down, and it was gonna be the Asian bitch – real hard. At last, at just after five minutes past eleven, Alexis slipped quietly through the Sixth Form Library doorway, and winked at her pussy-gang. The trio left, Jenny and Cecilia rather blatantly arm-in-arm, but Yuriko barely even lifted her head from the tome that she was reading. The three girls who had left the room took up their designated position immediately outside the entrance to the library: they were ready to prevent any escape by Yuriko, although they hardly expected her to avoid Alexis’s clutches, now that she was in the trap; their role was more to make sure that no other girl who was ignorant of what was happening should blunder in, and to give warning in the very unlikely event of a teacher hearing Yuriko’s cries (for cries there certainly would be) and coming to her aid. This was because the accommodation for the teachers who lived on site was in another building, some distance away, and not even the loudest shrieks (and Yuriko’s shrieks would be loud) would carry that far. In fact, although the gang did not know this, Ms. Greig had not gone to bed. Savouring the anticipation of Yuriko’s downfall, she had alerted Coach Saunders to her young protege’s intentions, and the two dyke teachers had stationed themselves by the door into this block of the school, ready to deflect or delay any other teacher who might come along. For a moment or two, Alexis wandered around the Sixth Form Library, glancing at a couple of books in the English literature section in the rear corner of the room. Then, sure that all was quiet and that her Asian tormentor was quite unknowingly at her mercy, she strolled over to the table where Yuriko was sitting, with a self-satisfied smile on her face as she pored over a large book. Alexis leaned forwards from the end of the table – the top buttons of her white school uniform shirt were still undone from the groping which Ms. Greig had earlier given her tits, and if Yuriko had bothered to look sideways she would have seen straight down Alexis’s alluring cleavage. Instead, in her aloof and snotty way, she completely ignored whoever it was who had had the temerity to intrude on her studies. ‘So, Yuriko, working hard again, are you?’ cooed Alexis, her lips pursed forwards and her smile and voice just as falsely friendly in tone as the Asian girl’s classroom ‘helpful points’. Yuriko smirked, but then registered that it was Alexis who was addressing her. This slightly surprised the younger girl, for normally Alexis never said a word to her if she could possibly avoid it. However, in her arrogant confidence, it never crossed Yuriko’s mind to feel any apprehension. ‘Yes, of course!’ she replied rather snappily, and then she unwisely added in a patronising tone: ‘I’m sure, if you took the trouble, you might do better in class.’ This was the last straw – especially the condescending way in which Yuriko had placed an emphasis on the word ‘might’, implying that even with hard work Alexis was probably too stupid to do well. Unnoticed by the preening Japanese-American teen, Alexis stiffened and her eyes flashed fire. All her remaining doubts had evaporated – this bitch definitely needed a hard lesson, and now was the time to deliver it – and she knew just what she wanted to do! ‘Oh!’ replied the Head Girl, with a bright sharp laugh, ‘I’ve been learning other things in the evenings – and I think it’s about time that you did too!’ With that, she moved with the lightning speed of her trained athlete’s reflexes. Alexis spun away from the table to stand directly behind Yuriko’s chair, and before the perplexed Asian teen even realised that the bigger girl was there, Alexis had yanked the chair – and its slim occupant – bodily backwards from the table by about four feet. Yuriko was about to splutter an outraged protest along the lines of ‘What d’you think you’re doing?!’, but she never got the chance to say it. Alexis spun around again, pivoting with the speed and precision of a gymnast, and dropped down to straddle across Yuriko’s lap, trapping the Asian girl’s legs between her own well-muscled thighs, and pinning her in place with her heavier weight. Yuriko could only manage a squawk, as Alexis seized her upper left arm with one hand, and clamped a grip upon her throat with the other. Yuriko closed her eyes, grimacing partly due to shock and partly to a first twinge of fear – what the shit was going on here? She gave her first sound of uncertainty – a faint whimper – as Alexis shook her lightly by the throat, whilst mocking her helplessness: ‘Did you want to say something, bitch? Didya, huh? You got something to say, yeah?’; then Alexis’s tone turned angrier and darker: ‘You could start by saying sorry, you cunt, you fucking snotty little bitch, fucking smart-ass know-it-all fuckin show-off, yeah! Well, now you’re sure gonna show it all off, oh yeah, you’re gonna give it all up, bitch! Your ass is sure going to be a fucking smart ass once I’m done fucking it!’ Yuriko didn’t really follow this, partly because it was poured out in an angry spate, and partly because Alexis was shaking her ever more viciously as her own words stoked her anger. Yuriko yelped, managed a ‘You can’t do ...’ before Alexis slapped her across the face, causing the lithe Asian girl to give a shrill scream and then to fall silent, looking at the older girl in wide-eyed shock. Alexis’s warm weight pressed down on Yuriko’s thighs, and the Head Girl was certainly getting even more aroused from her position of conquest and fact that her own legs were spread wide open. She used the moment of Yuriko’s sudden silence to release the girl’s left arm (as Alexis’s grip on her throat was sufficient easily to keep her subdued), and to run her free hand across the Japanese-American girl’s chest, feeling the small bumps of the rise of her breasts, and the slightly harder little lumps where her nipples were. Then Alexis calmly unbuttoned Yuriko’s plain white half-sleeve shirt, tugging it out of the waistband of the girl’s tartan plaid uniform skirt and away to each side. Yuriko felt her first taste of humiliation as Alexis gazed down scornfully at her almost flat chest. The Head Girl gave a contemptuous snort, and flicked her fingers – with sharply painful effect – on Yuriko’s nipples, which had almost no protection from the grey cotton fabric bra which covered them. Alexis changed position, moving with such athletic swiftness and grace that Yuriko had no chance of gathering her scattered wits and attempting to escape, before Alexis had her pinioned again. The Head Girl was once more standing behind her victim, and she pulled Yuriko’s shirt down from her shoulders and over the back of the chair, using it partly to trap the girl’s arms behind her. ‘Wait! Please, hold on – stop it, stop it, I tell you! WAIT!!’ shrilled Yuriko, her voice ascending an octave at the end, for of course Alexis had ignored her instruction – she had not waited at all. Leaning forward, with her straight shoulder-length brown hair brushing across the Asian girl’s bare shoulder, Alexis reached down Yuriko’s front. Like a homing missile, the Head Girl’s hand plunged between Yuriko’s thighs and then jerked backwards, rumpling up the front of the smaller girl’s tartan uniform skirt, and smacking Alexis’s fingers right against the plain thin white cotton of Yuriko’s panties, right on the gusset that cradled her tight slit. The Asian girl gave a shriek of surprised protest. which was ignored. She tried to twist away, which her much stronger assailant, benefiting also from her position of leverage, easily prevented. Yuriko tried to clamp her thighs together to protect her cunt, but it was already much too late for that – in fact, the effect of her action was to press Alexis’s fingers even more firmly into her pussy, making a real cameltoe groove in her panties for the length of her vagina. Alexis laughed, and forcefully rubbed her index finger up and down this, as Yuriko’s eyes bugged out and she squirmed futilely on the chair, as if it had suddenly become the hot seat. The disoriented Asian teen was at last beginning to realise that there was a definite sexual aspect to the assault that was taking place – and that there was something shockingly thrilling about that, as an undercurrent below her automatic surface response of outraged dignity and fear. She gave a few little gasps, and then almost without thinking eased her thighs slightly apart, in the process unavoidably giving Alexis even more opportunity. The Head Girl snorted, and thought to herself with some triumph: ‘Fucking slut! She’s giving it away, her body is anyway, that’s for sure! Little fucking tramp bitch – I knew it, yeah, I knew it! Alexis rubbed the middle two fingers of her hand up and down the neat white front of Yuriko’s panties, forcing the material into her tight slit for at least a centimetre, and then probing for her clitoral hood. The Asian girl jumped as if stung when Alexis at last found her target, and then she gave a howl of anguish as her clitoris was sharply nipped between Alexis’s fingers. ‘STOP! AAAGHH – SHIT! STOP, I SAID!! hollered Yuriko, feeling violated and painfully bruised in her most intimate and personal of places. ‘Stupid bitch!’ grunted Alexis, her breath hot against Yuriko’s cheek and throat; ‘I’ll do what I want – and you’ll learn to take it, yeah, you will – and to be fucking grateful for it, too’. To drive the lesson home, Alexis pushed her hand down inside her desperately squirming victim’s panties, ignoring the voluble protests, and then pinched hard on the outer labia on each side of Yuriko’s pussy, making the Asian girl fill her lungs and scream shrilly – loud enough to be heard, albeit faintly, by the girls on guard duty outside the library door. They laughed, for they knew that a cry of that volume could only mean that Yuriko was getting her medicine from Alexis, good and strong, and that the superior show-off little bitch wasn’t caring for the taste of it, not at all. They high-fived each other in glee, and Miranda murmured in praise of her lover, using her special pet name for her: ‘Yo, Lexie, go, babe – go for it, grind that snotty little bitch-cunt right into the ground! Yeah, that’s my babe!’ Inside the Sixth Form Library, Alexis took an iron grip on Yuriko’s long braided pigtails, and used them to haul the screeching schoolgirl back to the heavy hardwood table where she had been working. The shock of the assault had undermined the Asian teen’s will to resist, and she knew that she was powerless against the much stronger and more aggressive Head Girl. Yuriko’s hope was that her protests and pleas might be heard by someone passing near who would come to her rescue, but then she remembered that the last girls to leave the room had been Jenny, Cecilia and Miranda – Alexis’s cronies – and her heart sank, for at once she guessed that they were stationed outside the door, ready to forestall any interruption. Yuriko gave a desperate wail, which suddenly turned into an even higher pitch. Taking instant advantage of her victim’s moment of distraction, Alexis had jerked Yuriko’s tartan mini-skirt above her hips, and then – using the Asian girl’s long braids like a tether rope – had roughly forced the slender teen against the corner of the table, so that its sharp point ground painfully right into the little Jap cow’s cunt. Yuriko’s pretty face scrunched up in agony, as her thin white cotton briefs-style panties gave her young pussy no protection at all. She squirmed and moaned, but Alexis had her pinned mercilessly in place. With a wide gleeful smile – for she knew exactly what effect it would have – the tough dominant Head Girl began to punish Yuriko’s out-thrust ass with hard slaps of her hand, whilst telling the arrogant Asian bitch exactly what she and the rest of the class thought of her. Alexis’s sporty fitness gave her plenty of strength, and her angry feelings imparted an extra viciousness to every blow. Tears streamed down Yuriko’s face, for no one had ever before dared to treat her in such a humiliating way. Her body shuddered with the impact of each spank, and then even more as the corner of the table dug cruelly into the soft flesh of her slit, forcing her bruised labia painfully apart. Yuriko writhed on the sharp point, shocked and horrified as the wetness streaking her face was matched by dampness between her legs, as moisture trickled from her vagina down her inner thighs. ‘Dear God’, thought the bewildered Japanese-American girl, ‘what is happening to me? This can’t be getting me off, it can’t be! I’m not like that, I’m not, I’m NOT!!’ Sensing that her victim was close to passing out, Alexis changed tactics. Giving no warning, she suddenly pulled Yuriko back from the impaling corner of the table. The dazed teen tottered on her feet for a second, and would have collapsed but for Alexis’s firm grip on both of her upper arms. However, the Asian schoolgirl hardly had the chance to draw a breath, for as soon as she had been spun around 180 degrees so that her back was to the table, Alexis lifted her light frame almost bodily and dumped her across it. Yuriko was slammed down on the hard surface on her back – her head fortunately (or perhaps it was due to Alexis’s sportswoman’s judgement of velocity and distance) having its impact cushioned by the large book which she had been reading earlier, but which was now very far from her thoughts. The pretty Asian schoolgirl was sprawled across the table like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Her breath and all of her powers of resistance had been knocked right out of her, and her arms flopped feebly to each side of her body, not even being raised any more in futile struggles against Alexis’s overwhelming dominance. Yuriko was utterly conquered territory, and a gleam came into Alexis’s eyes as she contemplated the vengeance she intended to wreak on the girl who had so arrogantly tried to take her place and make her a laughing stock. Alexis’s first move was to tug Yuriko’s bra away from her tits – if either of those things deserved their name. The Asian girl’s breasts were so small that when she was laid on her back like this they almost disappeared from view, and her ‘bra’ was a barely even a training garment, being just a soft strip of lacy grey fabric. Yuriko’s tartan uniform skirt was then pulled right up above its waistband, baring all of her smooth pelvis. Finally, Alexis seized the damp-stained crotch of the quivering Japanese-American girl’s panties, and roughly ripped them down her legs. Yuriko jerked at this denuding of her cunt and let out a fearful wail, for she was filled with apprehension as to what this fearsome dyke intended to inflict upon her defenceless body. After stripping away Yuriko’s panties, Alexis rubbed them over her own sweaty oozing pussy and then shoved the dirty garment into Yuriko’s mouth – at first, the Japanese girl twisted her head aside and tried to keep her mouth closed, but a sharp pinch of one of her little nipples soon ended that: as the slim teenager gave an involuntary squeal, Alexis jammed the panties in between her parted lips. Yuriko might have tried to spit them out again, but Alexis shifted her stance and clamped a hand across the Asian schoolgirl’s throat, pinning her down with an iron grip and a clear threat. Alexis leaned close to the startled teen’s face, and snarled viciously at her: ‘Stop your fuckin’ struggling, you nasty little bitch, or you’ll regret it even more, believe me!’ Yuriko knew that she was completely over-matched and over-powered, and the last vestiges of any will to resist her Amazon conqueror melted away. Fearful and tearful, she surrendered to Alexis’ rough dominance and lolled limply on the table-top, making no further attempt to remove the soiled panties. Yuriko whimpered and closed her eyes, but offered no physical resistance when Alexis forced her thighs apart, spreading the Japanese girl’s legs so that her cunt was utterly unprotected. There was no subtlety about what Alexis did next – no foreplay, and no warning at all. This was assault – rape, in fact – and as brutal as Alexis’s long-burning anger and resentment could make it. The tall brunette licked the index finger of her right hand once, and then rammed it viciously into the frightened teen’s vaginal hole, spearing nearly four inches inside her. Yuriko gave an appalled and agonised lurch upwards, which Alex’s greater strength and the leverage of her position easily contained, whilst the violated girl’s agonised hoarse scream was muffled by the gagging panties. Yuriko was so shocked by this finger-rape that she slumped back again to lie dazed and supine, as Alexis, with a grim smile of satisfaction on her face, began to pump her finger in and out, roughly and unmercifully ravaging the small Asian girl’s tight little vaginal passage. Yuriko was not quite a virgin – she had done it once, with a slightly older cousin during the previous summer vacation, but he had been quite fumbling and had barely managed to rupture her hymen before he came with a gasp, squirting an unpleasant load of spunk over the inside and outside of her vaginal lips. It had not been satisfying in any way and wasn’t something she had felt any particular wish to repeat, now that she could airily state that she was not a virgin. So Alexis’s intrusions entered her with a force and a depth hitherto unknown, and in truth this was the real taking of her virginity. A moment later, Yuriko gave another agonised wail of distress, for Alexis had changed her angle of attack to a more horizontal one – and had inserted her second digit as well. The pair of fingers was wider and longer than anything that ever entered the flat-chested girl’s pussy before, and she simply did not know how to cope with these violent and pulverising intrusions. However, whilst Yuriko’s mind was in a dazed whirl, her body began purely automatically to respond to the physical stimulus. Yuriko’s small breasts suddenly felt twitchy and tender, and her nipples hardened in a way they never had before. Worse still, as the appalled victim began to register, her pussy was oozing damp sticky fluids, her labia were engorged and opening, and her body was actually matching the rhythm of Alexis’s finger-fucking, with her pelvis humping upwards in an automatic attempt to make the penetrations even more forceful and deeper. Yuriko gave a deep moan of bewilderment – was she, could she be, actually in some sick way enjoying this? Was she, perhaps, a lesbian? Her thoughts skittered away from the latter doubt, unwilling to face the implications of her bodily reactions, but she could not ignoring the ignition of her sexual arousal, and her moans turned into desperate whimpering gasps of mounting desire. Alexis gave a wild laugh – the gamble was paying off! She had suspected that Yuriko might be pussy-fodder, that her apparent disinterest in boys and disinclination for anything with sexual overtones was a self-induced shield to obscure – from herself, as much as anyone else – her actual lesbian orientation. Alexis did find the sassy little Asian bitch a turn-on, and in fact that was the cause of much of the trouble between them: Alexis knowingly, and Yuriko unconsciously, were strongly attracted to each other’s type. Alexis had always liked the tomboys, the bright slim girls with trim taut asses – and Yuriko’s was one of the neatest around. Now Yuriko was discovering that her taste was to be submissive to the sexual desires of a more powerful woman – someone more developed, with bigger tits than hers, but most of all someone more powerful, more forceful, someone to command her and use her sexually and take her without mercy ... Yuriko’s thoughts spun inside her head almost hysterically, confusion and certainty chasing each other in ever-decreasing circles: ‘Oh, God! Oh, no, no, no!’ she mumbled into the soiled panties that were jammed into her mouth, simultaneously both repelled and intrigued by their strong smell and taste; ‘I’m not ... not a, a pussy-lover .... I can’t be, even if I don’t like boys – and their dicks and their squirty grey cum are just so disgusting – but, really, that don’t mean ... no! I’m not a lezzie ... no, no, I’m too pretty to be a dyke ... like Alexis ... oh, help, what’s she DOING to me, oh! ... AAAARGHHHH!!’ The yell was the product of Alexis having now brought her thumb into play, and she jabbed it against the younger girl’s clitoris with an abrasive circular motion each time her long fingers smacked home into the Asian teen’s vaginal passage. The effect was devastating and explosive – poor Yuriko, who had never had a proper orgasm before in her whole life, was swept away by the hot flushing sensations radiating from the target zone of Alexis’s attack. The cum-streaked panties tumbled from the whimpering girl’s mouth, disregarded by both the convulsing victim and her ruthless assailant, as Yuriko’s thoughts whirled dazedly, and the sexual response of her slim girly body mounted – until at last her sudden new self-knowledge became overpowering: ‘Oh, shit, what’s the lesbo bitch doing to me?!! It feels so ... EEEEKK!!! Ahhh, ooooohhhh, no-no-no!! OH! mmmmm? aahh ... yes? oh, please, oh! mmm! mmmmm!! Oh, fuck me! Dear God, what am I saying? Oh, shit, I am a lezzie, I am a girlie-slut, I just want her to fuck me harder, I just need it ... you bitch, Alexis, oh, you bitch! you’ve made me a lesbian, oh, well then – c’mon, just fuck me, just fuck me all you want, DO ME! FUCK ME!! I’M GONNA CUM!!!’ This understanding rose to the surface of Yuriko’s conscious mind like a volcanic eruption of hot lesbian lava, burning away in its intense red fire all of her previous assumptions about herself and her sexuality. It took a little longer for the Asian girl fully to accept her sapphic orientation, for a part of her still tried to explain away her submissiveness as the natural response of the terrified victim of a vicious assault. Ironically, this very feeling of being powerless and dominated had a stimulating effect, as Yuriko’s body became more and more aroused by her situation. Within moments, with her eyes squeezed tightly closed, Yuriko’s body shuddered with a convulsive orgasm, a starburst of intense release which was like nothing she had ever known before – or had even suspected was in the realms of possibility. Yuriko was stunned and overwhelmed – so much so that, in combination with the pain inflicted by Alexis’s merciless assault and her fear of what else might be in store, she almost passed out, and only several firm slaps of her face from Alexis kept her conscious. Alexis gave a grunt of satisfaction, but her agenda was still far from fulfilled. She stroked her fingers around the quivering Asian babe’s pussy, scooping up vaginal juices on her fingertips and then tasting them judiciously. Not bad, she thought to herself, the fucking little bitch doesn’t taste too bad at all. To Yuriko’s further shock – for she had hoped now to be released – Alexis reinserted her finger, and resumed her pussy-pumping, although slower and less frenetically. The Head Girl added a new twist, quite literally, for she reached upwards with her thumb, probing under the Japanese girl’s clitoral hood, and found the swollen bud of Yuriko’s clit. Pressing down on this with the ball of her thumb, Alexis rotated it from side to side, in synchronisation with her renewed finger-fucking of the girl’s vagina. This treatment had a sure and swift effect – within less than a minute, Yuriko wailed in mingled terror and ecstasy, as her slim body spasmed in a second climax, even more powerful than the first. Alexis released her hold on the girl’s throat, for any such threat was no longer needed. She took a moment to unzip Yuriko’s tartan mini-skirt and pull it down her legs and over her feet, and then she rolled the inert girl over onto her stomach. Two sharp jerks stripped away the Japanese schoolgirl’s coquettish white knee-high socks, and a quick snap undid the clasp in the backband of her thin grey bra. Before Yuriko could gather her thoughts or breath, Alexis used the Asian girl’s long braids to haul her to her feet, and she now propelled the completely nude teenager over to an old-fashioned armchair on the other side of the room. This had been prepared already by Alexis’s accomplices, for hidden underneath the large soft cushion which had been placed on its seat were three lengths of strong climbing rope – as Alexis had learnt in her own sessions with Coach Saunders and her circle, and had recently begun practicing herself with the willing Jenny and Cecilia, this was perfect for bondage. Yuriko simply didn’t know what was happening to her, either in the immediate sense of what sexual degradation her captor intended to inflict upon her next, or in the more profound sense of why she was making no real resistance. That was really the most bewildering thing: why was she not fighting back like a hell-cat? why was she just submitting? and, even worse, why she was starting to get so turned on by this, well – lesbian rape was really the only term for it? Yet, she could not pretend that she not been thrilled to her innermost core – a core she had never suspected even to exist – as the engulfing explosions of her orgasms lingered vividly in every fibre of her slender young body. So it was that, without a struggle, a strangely-subdued and silent Yuriko allowed Alexis to position her exactly where she had planned. The Asian girl was made to kneel on the cushion, sideways across the seat of the chair, with her hands braced on its left arm to hold her upright. Swiftly and expertly, Alexis wound one of the bondage ropes ten or twelve times around Yuriko’s wrists and between them, also looping it tightly over the strong wooden arm of the chair, so that the Japanese girl’s hands were tied together and fixed so firmly that it was impossible for the pretty teen to move them. As Alexis picked up the other two lengths of rope and moved around to Yuriko’s butt, the Asian girl began a renewed whimpering and snivelling, making broken supplications that were half apologies and half pleadings for Alexis to stop – which, of course, having quite other plans in mind, the sexually-charged Head Girl had no intention of doing. It was the work of only a moment to use the shorter of the two remaining cords to bind Yuriko’s ankles together, where they projected outwards for about eighteen inches below the right-hand arm of the chair. Finally, Alexis took the longest length of rope and tied it tightly six times around each of Yuriko’s legs, mid-way down her thighs, and then wound it between them and fixed it firmly to the right arm of the chair. The result of the bondage was to pinion Yuriko into complete immobility, with an added demonic touch – for instead of having her legs spread apart, the Asian teen’s thighs were almost touching. As Alexis had intended, this made the tomboyish girl’s butt stick out at a perfectly fuckable height, with her pussy-mound easily accessible from behind, whilst at the same time it compressed Yuriko’s cunt between her legs so that the effect of any intrusion into it would be magnified ten or twentyfold. Alexis admired her prisoner – really, the shitty little cunt was a pretty thing once you stripped her of her arrogance, and of her clothes too, of course! The handsome dominant ran her hands over Yuriko’s tiny tits (noting with appreciation and amusement that the little nipples were as hard as granite), then down her spine from her neck to the cleft of her ass, and finally she squeezed the bound girl’s buttocks, causing her to shiver and shake. ‘Well, bitch, now it’s time to really teach you some lessons, really teach you your proper place – as pussy-fodder!’ declared Alexis with a hungry smile. Yuriko gasped, for she had been vainly hoping (or at least, part of her had) that her ordeal was nearly over. ‘Oh, no, no! Alexis, no, please – I’m begging you, please – no more! I can’t, really I can’t!’ wailed the bound schoolgirl, even though she knew deep down that any pleas were futile. Alexis laughed harshly, lent forwards and gave a sharp pinch to one of Yuriko’s nipples, which elicited a strangled yelp of pain and fear from the Japanese-American girl. ‘You stupid, stupid little cunt’, declared the Head Girl scornfully, and, to Yuriko’s horror, she added: ‘we’ve hardly started yet, you stupid fucking bitch – that was just a little warm-up, getting you in the mood, as it were!’, and Alexis laughed again, delighted by the expression of shocked dismay on her victim’s pretty face. Then she walked round to stand in front of Yuriko, and slowly unbuttoned her white uniform shirt, peeling it away to reveal the fit and lithe body beneath, and the small pert 28B cup breasts that were encased in a plain and simply-styled black bra. Alexis held Yuriko’s gaze for a moment, well aware that the younger girl was drinking in the sight of her body, and then she continued with her almost lascivious strip-tease. Leaving the bra in place, Alexis unfastened her red tartan uniform skirt and cast it aside to reveal a matching pair of black thong panties. The older schoolgirl then hitched her thumbs into the waistband of her panties at each hip, and as she peeled the skimpy garment away from her cunt and down her thighs, she was rewarded by the shaky sigh which escaped Yuriko’s lips at her first sight of Alexis’s naked and smooth-shaven pussy. The Head Girl kept on her bra, her dark brown knee-high stockings and her smart flat black school shoes, for she always felt more erotically aroused when she was partly dressed than when she was totally naked. Yuriko had fallen silent and was gazing at her saucer-eyed, and the vision of the young Asian girl in submissive mood suddenly turned on Alexis very much, for slender small-titted tomboy types were just what she liked best. With a merry laugh, Alexis grasped Yuriko’s chin and French-kissed the spluttering girl, forcing her tongue into the bound teenager’s mouth and sweeping it around in a way that her captive found strangely pleasant. Yuriko hardly knew what response to make to this turn of events, for half of her was in hysterical denial and the other half was exulting in every sexual sensation – and the really terrifying thing was that the exultant part seemed to be winning! In the moment that Yuriko was distracted by these thoughts, Alexis had knelt down and rummaged in a small canvas bag, which had been placed behind the chair when the other preparations were made. When Alexis stood up with the item in her hand, Yuriko’s eyes really did bug out, and she started a wailing plea of distress – for the dominant dyke was holding what was clearly a grey plastic dildo, alarmingly long and wide, together with its black base-plate and strap-on harness (in fact, it was the same girl-fucking device that had been Alexis’s birthday present from Coach Saunders). ‘No, nooooo, ooh! NO!! Don’t you do that ... no, I can’t take that, what are you thinking of?! Oh, dear God please help me, have mercy, Alexis please ... I’m sorry for anything that I did, really sorry, I promise I am, just don’t do that to me, oh! please not that!’ shrieked Yuriko in a long torrent, her eyes fixed on the dildo like a chicken getting its first sight of the snake. Alexis waited for a moment to see if this caterwauling would subside, standing in front of Yuriko with one hand on her hip and the other holding the dildo and its harness. However, quite soon she lost patience, and a sharp smack across Yuriko’s tearful face restored silence. ‘You’ll take it, you fucking little twat!’ snapped the Head Girl; ‘you’ll take it any way I want to make you, and you can scream all you fucking like – no one’s going to hear you, you’re all mine tonight, so you’d better learn to like it, cunt!’ Yuriko swallowed and two tears ran silently down her cheeks, the result not only of fear about the forthcoming abuse of her most intimate parts, but also of fear that she might ... unbelievably, but just possibly she might ... actually be getting off on it. Alexis stood just inches from Yuriko’s face, holding the dildo and its harness in her right hand and rubbing the lips of her own labia with her left, as she savoured the slim Asian girl’s transparent conflict between fear and physical arousal. Then she closed the gap between them, grasping the back of Yuriko’s head and forcing the helpless girl’s mouth against her tormentor’s pussy. ‘Wet me up, you fucking bitch, and wet me good!’ imperiously ordered the Head Girl, adding ominously: ‘it’ll go worse for you if you don’t, it’ll take me longer and harder to get off on fucking you, so you’d better eat out my cunt now, you dirty little slut!’ Even with this obvious incentive, Yuriko instinctively balked at first – but Alexis had the answer to this, and she simply pinched the girl’s nostrils closed until she had to open her mouth to breathe, whereupon Alexis rammed her pussy into the gap. This was too much for the dazed Asian teen to withstand, and, with a despairing sob, she accepted her fate – that she would have to endure whatever Alexis dealt out to her, and that she had better comply with her conqueror’s every command. Yuriko began frantically to lick around the older girl’s swollen and parted labia, and then dipped her tongue into the hot moist slit between. It was her first-ever sampling of female cunt and pussy-juice, and she found the textures and tastes to be exotic and strangely fascinating, unique and almost impossible to describe. Alexis grunted in satisfaction as she felt the slim Japanese-American’s tongue probe her vagina and then quest around her clitoris, and she smiled triumphantly at the girl’s vigorous application to her task. As an experiment, she relaxed her hold on the back of Yuriko’s head, and sure enough the teen continued her sucking and licking, if anything even more avidly, rather than taking the opportunity to pull away. This evidence that Yuriko had a suppressed lesbian side (or maybe was entirely lesbian), and that Alexis was forcing it into the open, gave the older girl a rich sensual thrill – and it was this, more than Yuriko’s novice oral fumblings, that brought the Head Girl with a fountaining rush to a small sharp climax. Alexis’s back arched and her hips spasmed, grinding her cunt against Yuriko’s nose and mouth, and the Asian girl’s face was suddenly spattered with cum-juice, which she automatically lapped up even without thinking about it. ‘Not bad, not bad for a first effort’, laughed Alexis, ‘and you’ll learn, you’ll get better, don’t worry!’ Yuriko might have asked tremulously what she meant by that ... would there be more such occasions? The thought sent strange shivers down her spine, simultaneously fearful and thrilling ... but the question went unasked, as Yuriko bit her lower lip in apprehension – for Alexis had stepped back a pace, and was buckling the dildo harness around her hips. Once the strap-on was firmly in place, Alexis thrust its smooth grey plastic rod almost into her prisoner’s face, exhibiting unequivocally its intimidating length and diameter. Yuriko moaned, for she was quite sure that her small tight slit could never take an object of such massive size – it would split her apart, it would rip her open, it would be agony! Alexis disappeared from the shivering Asian girl’s sphere of vision, as she moved round to position herself behind the bound schoolgirl’s trim and sexy ass, straddling her legs. The Head Girl carefully positioned the tip of the dildo in line with the base of Yuriko’s pussy-slit, and then leaned forwards over her captive, her extra inches of height giving her an easy advantage. She rubbed her breasts – still encased in the small neat black bra – against Yuriko’s shoulder-blades, arousing herself whilst making her captive shiver at the sharp pressure of her hard nipples. Alexis ran her hands along Yuriko’s flanks, from under her arms down to her outer thighs and then back up again, to take a light but possessive hold at the Asian schoolgirl’s waist. Alexis paused for a moment, savouring the anticipation of what would come next and relishing the soft broken whimpering that the once-haughty Yuriko had been reduced to. Then she breathed softly in the trapped girl’s ear ‘I’m having you, bitch ... you’re all mine, now’, before leaning her whole weight forwards and steadily forcing the dildo to sink deeper and deeper into the squirming teen’s twat. So far as her tight bonds would allow, Yuriko’s whole body jumped and lurched in protest at the invasion, although it was not as painful as she had feared, in fact, in some ways ... yes, in some ways ... it was quite arousing. Although she was not actually a virgin, Yuriko was in reality almost completely inexperienced, and she had never known anything like this before. The Asian teen gasped and shuddered as the dildo slid further into her tight little hole, stretching her labia apart and rasping against the sides of her vaginal tube. It seemed to trigger nerve-endings that she never even known existed, sending pulsating shocks and electric tingles through her pelvis – which began to hump in response as Alexis withdrew the plastic phallus and then thrust it back in, repeating this over and over again with steadily increasing speed and forcefulness. Yuriko felt shamed and humiliated by her own sexual response, for her vagina had undeniably become slushly wet and loosely open. Amazingly, her trim little pussy was managing to absorb the full length of the plastic dildo, and, although it was stretched in a way that inextricably mingled pain and pleasure, it seemed to be able to cope with its frightening diameter as well. Yuriko’s pussy gaped wider and became slick with her secreting fluids, and the long hard plastic dildo began to make a wet sucking sound as it smacked in and out of her cunt. Hearing this, a wolfish grin spread across Alexis’s sharp features, and the athletic sports-girl stepped up the pace and the power of her thrusts. These still deeper penetrations evoked moaning cries from the lithe Asian teenager, but it was becoming hard to tell whether these were the sounds of distress or of impending climax. Yuriko’s breath began to come in ragged gasps and started to synchronise with the grunts which Alexis made every time she slammed her hips forward to impale Yuriko’s vagina with the strap-on. Alexis was thoroughly getting off on her hard riding of the attractive Asian’s pussy, and was sufficiently expert that as she felt her own climax build, she paced her strokes in and out of the younger girl to match. The coup de grace was delivered when Alexis paused for a long second, holding them both on the cusp, and then rammed viciously hard into Yuriko, deeper than ever before, whilst simultaneously she reached under the tomboyish teen’s flat chest to pull and squeeze her tiny breasts. ‘Aaaaahhh! Aaaarrgghh! Oh, no, I’m coming, I’M COMING!’ shrieked Yuriko, as the orgasm swept her away; ‘fuck me, Alexis! Oh, fuck me, HARDER! Fuck me, FUCK ME! – I’m coming, oooohhh, I’m coming NOW!’ Yuriko’s whole body vibrated as she climaxed, and the sensation was a complete revelation to the Asian girl – neither the stupid incident with her inexpert cousin or her own tentative masturbatory fumblings had ever hinted that sex could be like this, could utterly blow you away like this! She would have slumped down if the rope restraints had permitted it; as it was, she was sweat-sheened and trembling like a yearling filly that has just won a major race. Alexis withdrew the cum-coated dildo from the dazed teen’s cunt, but Yuriko was rapidly disabused of any ideas that her lessons in lesbian sex might be over. The Japanese-American girl’s pussy might not be virgin, but Alexis was sure that her ass was, and she intended to be the first to break it in. She adjusted her angle of attack, bracing her hands against Yuriko’s back, and probed the dildo into her prisoner’s anal bud. This had immediate and satisfyingly galvanic effects, as Yuriko thrashed in her bonds and shrieked imprecations and tearful begging not to be done there, oh God, no, not in that way, oh, no, please not there, she was not like that at all! Ignoring completely the younger girl’s pleas for mercy (of which there was, of course, no chance at all!), Alexis thrust upwards, dilating Yuriko’s sphincter and reaming her tightly restricted butt-hole. It was harder to work the dildo into the horrified girl’s anus than it had been to penetrate her vagina, but Alexis was not to be deterred, and she braced one foot on the chair for better balance and more powerful leverage. Then she grasped Yuriko’s pair of long braided pigtails and hauled the girl’s head up and back, which presented her butt-hole at an even better angle for impalement, so that Alexis’s forceful intrusion sank home even further. Yuriko shrieked as her asshole lost its virginity to Alexis’s brutal invasion – in the process, shattering forever the Asian bitch’s sense of invulnerable superiority. In final humiliation, Alexis reached over Yuriko’s head and took a painful grip of her nose, inserting two fingers into her nostrils; this held the smaller girl tightly in place for her anal rape and also cut off almost all of her shrieks and yells. Alexis demolished Yuriko’s anal cherry with a series of short, vicious, jabbing penetrations, exulting in the agonised screams that were wrenched from her victim’s throat. Tears poured down the Asian girl’s face, partly from the physical pain of the anal rape, and partly from the sheer humiliation of being used so heedlessly as another girl’s sex object, as if she was worthy of no consideration at all – which, of course, was exactly how Alexis regarded her! This feeling of being of no value was utterly alien to the spoilt and prideful Japanese-American bitch, and she was unable to cope with it. After all that she had already endured from Alexis during this seemingly endless evening, it was an overload – to the physical senses in the first instance, but then more profoundly to the psychological. At the moment that Alexis burst her anal bud with the heavy plastic rod, something also broke in Yuriko’s psyche – never again would she be so arrogant, never again would she be so superior, never again would she try to outshine or embarrass another girl. It was more than Yuriko’s spirit that Alexis broke, for she also sent shockwaves through the subconscious dam that the Asian teenager had been quite unaware of – the thick wall of denial behind which she had contained every thought and impulse of a lesbian or submissive nature. Indeed, it was actually over-compensation for these (and especially the latter) which had made her into such an insufferably overbearing and arrogant little bitch. Now there was nothing to hold back her true nature, as her body and her conscious mind both betrayed her with their aroused responses to the abuse and assault that Alexis was inflicting upon her. Yuriko slumped forwards to the limited extent that her strict bondage allowed, and sobbed brokenly as tears coursed wet streaks down her cheeks. However, she no longer begged for release from her sexual molestation, but waited in a mental daze for whatever her captor intended – the first unmistakeable sign of her collapse into passive submission. Alexis sensed that this was the moment of vulnerability, and she leaned over Yuriko’s back, menace and threat evident in every taut muscle of her lean and poised body. She jerked sharply on Yuriko’s long braids, pulling the younger girl’s head upwards and stifling her snivelling. With her lips almost next to Yuriko’s right ear, the Head Girl hissed: ‘So, bitch – have you learned your lesson now, hmm? The lesson is, your cunt and tits and ass all belong to me, for whatever I want and whenever I want them, yeah? Goddit, you flat-chested Jap fuck-hole?’ Yuriko could only dumbly nod her agreement, and with it, her unconditional surrender. Yet she also felt an undercurrent of strange furtive excitement, actually almost an eagerness to find out what would come next, in her new role as authoritative Alexis’s humble sex-slave. ‘Good, that’s good,’ Alexis acknowledged, and then to Yuriko’s resurgent fear and horror, she added, with a harsh and gleeful laugh: ‘because now it’s time for lesson number two. So, bitch, d’you know what that’s gonna be? Do ya, you stupid slit-eyed twat?’ Yuriko’s eyes filled with tears again, and she had to admit to having no idea. ‘It’s simple enough, quite simple enough’, explained Alexis, as a huge grin spread across her handsome features, ‘it’s a lezzie gang-bang, because every girl in our class who wants to fuck you over will get her chance tonight!’ The image which this conjured up was almost too much for Yuriko, and she nearly fainted from the fear of what it might entail. However, she was also sustained by the other part of her – the new, hitherto unsuspected part of her – which was making her stomach churn with excitement at the prospect of being sexually abused by more girls and forced to do whatever lesbian acts they commanded. Yuriko whimpered and shuddered when Alexis slowly withdrew the projecting plastic pillar from her ass-hole, after which the older girl undid the buckles of the strap-on and set it down near the armchair, on the wooden floor. In a strangely-detached dazed mixture of fright and anticipation, the lightweight Asian teen allowed Alexis to untie her, without giving the slightest resistance or making any attempt to escape. The broken submissive then meekly followed the Head Girl’s instructions to put back on her white knee-high stockings and school-uniform red tartan mini-skirt – and nothing else. Nor did Yuriko balk when Alexis turned her around and pushed her down to sit on the chair, before once more fixing her victim firmly in place with repeated loops of cord. The Asian babe’s legs were fixed wide apart as her knees and ankles were lashed tightly to the wooden arms of the chair, whilst her wrists were tied near to the top of its back, on either side and little above the level of her head. Alexis then pulled the Japanese-American teen’s red tartan skirt up around her waist, so that her cunt was bared to view and utterly unprotected. In this position, the helpless schoolgirl was completely vulnerable to any sexual perversion that might be inflicted upon her. To underline this, Alexis reached down and removed from the bag a new item – a bright red ball-gag, which she pushed into Yuriko’s mouth, stifling any squeals of protest that the slim seventeen-year-old might make. This final touch was for psychological effect rather than any actual need for silence, for it was intended to break Yuriko’s willpower and render her still more submissive for what was to follow. It had the desired effect, and Yuriko whimpered and gazed up pleadingly at her conqueror, who responded by reaching down and pinching each of the pinioned girl’s tits, making her jerk in her bondage from the resulting sharp stabs of pain. ‘You look quite fuckable like that’, Alexis grudgingly admitted; ‘yeah, you’re gonna make a pretty cute little fuck-bitch for all of us, and you’d better get used to it real fast, you slutty little Chinkie tight-twat!’ Muzzled by the ball-gag, Yuriko silently snivelled – partly in fear of the fate still to befall her completely defenceless breasts and pussy, and partly in humiliation at Alexis’s contemptuously abusive words. The final hurtful insult was that the dominant Head Girl had not even got Yuriko’s ethnicity right: she was an American, of parents whose families had come from Japan – she was certainly not Chinese! Alexis was on top of the world, and enjoying every second of her crushing demolition of her impudent upstart of a rival. Slowly rubbing her own pussy as she savoured the anticipation of the lesbian abuse of Yuriko that was still to come, she strolled across to the Sixth Form Library door. Quietly opening it, the Head Girl beckoned Miranda and Jenny into the room, and gave Cecilia an affirmatory nod. The latter smiled broadly, and trotted away down the corridor on her pre-assigned errand, whilst the other two girls followed Alexis back into the room, shutting the door carefully behind them. They approached the figure bound to the chair, and Miranda and Jenny admired the nearly-nude and piteously whimpering Asian chick. They had never seen her in a sexual context such as this before, and – as the experienced Alexis knew very well – Yuriko looked even sexier with the remnants of her school uniform still on than she would have done if she had been stripped completely naked. Miranda took the next turn in the gang-bang that a trembling Yuriko now knew that she was in for, quickly donning the strap-on and then shoving it into the bound girl’s vagina like a battering ram, with no prelude at all. Miranda was nearly as rough as Alexis had been, but the sobs and shrieks that the resulting intense combination of pain and stimulation elicited from Yuriko were cut off by the ball-gag, so that only a droning whine remained. Whilst her friend was excavating Yuriko’s vagina, Jenny sharply tugged Yuriko’s small tits, making her squirm – but also further exciting her, and rapidly making her come for the fourth time. Miranda grunted in satisfaction as she forcefully shafted Yuriko, slamming the plastic rod so vigorously in and out of the Asian teenager’s cunt that her head – the only part of her body free to move – jerked and bounced from side to side, further increasing the raped schoolgirl’s disorientation. With a long gasp, Miranda orgasmed, freezing in place as she did so, with the dildo completely buried in Yuriko’s bruised pussy. Then, bracing herself with one hand against the back of the armchair, Miranda unbuckled the harness and stepped backwards out of the strap-on, leaving the impaling dildo fixed where it was. Yuriko was shocked beyond belief, and utterly humiliated – these bitches were using her as if she was nothing, just a sex-object, a receptacle for their lusts! With a laugh of appreciation, Jenny stepped into the vacated space, and leaned forwards until her crotch nestled against the inside of the strap-on’s faceplate. Miranda then quickly tightened the harness around her friend’s waist and hips, and Yuriko’s pleading eyes bulged as the pretty eighteen-year-old claimed her turn to rape the bitchy know-it-all, who was now learning all too vividly how little about the sexual world she actually did know. Jenny’s technique was different from the two dominant sporty dykes who had preceded her, but her more subtle strokes and twirls had an equally explosive effect upon the nerve-endings in Yuriko’s vaginal tube and the sensitive nub of her clitoris. The trapped teen began giving staccato nasal snorts around the impediment of the ball-gag, and her heart-rate and breathing rapidly increased as she approached yet another climax. Jenny added another stimulant, and – without slowing her casually long and slow strokes with the dildo – she bent forwards and sucked Yuriko’s pointedly-erect right nipple into her mouth, licking it and then nipping it slightly between her teeth. That touch of sharpness was the final trigger, and sweat poured down Yuriko’s face and neck as, in her moment of ecstasy her back arched as far as the tight lashings of her bondage permitted. Just as Jenny withdrew the strap-on from Yuriko’s ravaged pussy-hole, the door into the library opened. Cecilia had returned, accompanied by six more girls from the Upper Sixth Form – two of them still in school uniform, and the others wearing dressing gowns over various states of undress. When she saw how many there were, and the lustful anticipatory expressions on their faces, Yuriko set up a wailing and pleading noise. Of course, this was quite ineffective, for it was exactly the crushed and distressed sound that they all wanted to elicit from the superior little show-off, and it only encouraged them to abuse her even more roughly and contemptuously. For the next thirty minutes, Yuriko was mercilessly initiated into her future role as a lesbian sex-toy, as the new arrivals took turns in abusing all three of the Japanese-American girl’s holes. However, the beginning was gentle enough, as the first in line was a slight and pretty natural blonde named Clara, who apart from Yuriko was the youngest-looking girl in their class. Ever since her first seduction by an exotic and elegant Malaysian air hostess during a long-haul flight to Singapore when she was only fourteen, Clara had adored having sex with Asian women, and she had been frustrated by Yuriko’s incomprehension of, and indifference to, the overtures that she had made. Now, however, the naive Asian teen would have no choice but to fulfil her desires! Standing in front of the roped girl, Clara slinkily shed her knee-length navy blue dressing gown to reveal a vision of pale-skinned girlish flesh, for beneath it she was completely naked apart from a pair of milky-white traditional stockings and the pink suspender belt to which they were clipped. Rather like a rabbit caught in the headlights of an onrushing car, Yuriko stared at the beautiful blonde’s body and the parted puffy lips of her clean-shaven Venus mound. After a short pause to savour Yuriko’s stunned mixture of admiration and apprehension, Clara stepped forwards, lithely swung one leg over each side of the armchair, and lowered her moist gash to within a few inches of the bound teenager’s face. After a quick glance towards Alexis to ensure that she had permission, which was given with an amused nod, Clara unstrapped Yuriko’s gag and removed the red plastic ball from between her lips. ‘Oh! Clara! I don’t know – I’m not a – oh, help!! Wait, no – please! I don’t – eeeeeekk, mmm-rrr-mumpff! nuughff-ummmppff!!’ Yuriko only had the chance to get out a few words before the ball-gag was replaced by the wet slap of a warm cunt against her face, as Clara’s gaping labia covered the prisoner’s mouth and reduced her words to muffled incoherence. In the course of trying to complete whatever it was she had been attempting to say, Yuriko’s tongue slid into Clara’s vaginal slit, causing the blonde to give a delicious shiver, and to moan: ‘Eat me! Eat my pussy, you sexy cow! C’mon, I’ve been wanting you for so long – make me cum, make me cum on your face – eat me, and then drink me!’ This was Yuriko’s second oral encounter with another girl’s pussy, but it was her first proper exploration of a vagina’s lush giving moist warmness, and her first opportunity fully to savour the exotic sweet-and-sour mixture of juices that flow from a lubricated slit. The Asian teen found it strangely exciting, even enticing, and her inhibitions and reluctance fell away. Yuriko began to lap at Clara’s pussy, squirming her tongue inwards and swirling it around – she did not really know what technique was right, so she just tried everything and anything that she could think of. This naivety, together with her obvious new-found willingness to eat cunt, quickly sent the already highly-aroused blonde into the sexual stratosphere. Reaching down, she cupped Yuriko’s small budding breasts and softly caressed them, and the contrast of this soft feminine gentleness with Alexis’s violent assault was the final element in Yuriko’s conversion to – or, more accurately, her admission and acceptance of – a fully lesbian sexual orientation. The Japanese girl felt a thrill of triumph when Clara released her breasts and clutched at the wooden top of the armchair for support, pressing her pelvis against Yuriko’s face as she quivered in unmistakeable orgasm and cried out sharply in the joy of her moment of release. Clambering off the bound girl, Clara gave her a satisfied smile and then bent forwards and softly kissed her face, nibbling along Yuriko’s pouty lips and sending a shiver down the prisoner’s spine. ‘Thank you, Yuriko – that was nice, in fact pretty good for novice pussy-eating. I’m going to give you lots of opportunities over the next few weeks to practice and get even better’, said Clara, adding with a wink: ‘I think you’d like that, wouldn’t you?’ Blushing with pleasure more than shame or embarrassment, Yuriko shyly nodded her agreement as the girls standing around her laughed and clapped their hands. ‘You see!’ observed Alexis in triumph, ‘I told you she’d be a pussy-girl, I told you she’s a natural lezzer – I can tell, I don’t exactly know how, but I know when a girl needs to be taken and lezzie-fucked, even when she doesn’t even know it herself – like this stupid little show-off bitch! But she’s learning her place now, oh yeah! And it’s under our cunts, that’s her place from now on, with her tongue out and her legs spread wide! She’ll shut her fucking mouth in the classroom, and she’ll fuck us with her mouth in the showers and the bedrooms, that’s how it is from now on! Ain’t it, Yuriko-cunt, yeah? Ain’t that how it’s gonna be, bitch?’ Round-eyed and breathless, Yuriko gazed up at her conquering rapist, but offered no physical resistance or any longer even a verbal protest – in fact, her silence spoke volumes about the sudden change that had been wrought in her psyche, and gave the clearest evidence yet of how far she had journeyed down the road of sapphic submission. Grinning gleefully at her victim’s unconditional surrender, Alexis gripped Yuriko’s jaw in one hand and brought her own fully-shaven prominent pudenda up to the intimidated Asian girl’s mouth, and instructed her in a sharp commanding tone: ‘So – show me your submission, you slut – show me! Worship my cunt and lick my slit, and show that you’re my pussy-girl, show me you’re my lezzie pussy-eating slut!’ Yuriko had no further will to resist – and, she found in wonderment, no desire to do so either. With barely any hesitation, she leaned forwards the few inches that the strict bondage allowed her, and placed a series of soft submissive kisses down Alexis’s vaginal lips, from top to bottom and then back again. Then the Asian babe extended her tongue, delicately slid it between the Head Girl’s labia, and licked slowly around her hot pink gash. Alexis’s nostrils flared and her tits became rigidly hard, but after a moment she pulled back, as she had no intention of allowing Yuriko the privilege of making her come on this first occasion. However, she reassured her conquest by patting her gently on the cheek, and murmuring an approving ‘Good girl, you’re coming on well, you can finish me off another time ... ha ha, lots of other times!’ Alexis then stood aside to enjoy watching the gang-bang that would finally confirm Yuriko’s new place in the order of things – as the bottom lesbian slut, available and submissive to anyone who chose to have her. The dominant Head Girl airily waved the others on, and chuckled as she said: ‘Well, this cunt’s all yours now, my sweethearts, I declare her officially open for use – so, go on, fuck her brains out! Yeah, she’s so sure she’s got so many, little Miss Smart-Ass, so let’s see how much she can take! Ride ’er, cowgirls – ride her good and ride her hard!’ Yuriko gulped with fear, and yet also with a strange undercurrent of electric excitement, as the two black girls in the group stepped forward to double-team her. Mandy and Viola were both the daughters of Jamaican parents, and their common ethnic background and shared secret of being lesbians had drawn them together into being an inseparable couple – very best friends to those who did not know the truth, and red hot lesbian lovers to those who did, and who were often rewarded by a threesome or foursome with the insatiable Afro-Caribbean pair. Both of the statuesque dusky babes were endowed with a thrusting ass, wide hips and enticingly large swaying breasts, and now Mandy shoved first one of her huge brown tits and then the other into Yuriko’s gasping mouth. After a moment, she resumed an upright position and pushed her meaty crotch onto Yuriko’s face, accompanied by a terse instruction to ‘eat me out, bitch, and make it good!’ At the same time, Viola knelt between her lover’s parted legs and focused her attention on the Asian girl’s pussy. Making a V-shape with the first two fingers of her left hand, the black girl spread Yuriko’s tender labia fully apart to reveal the dark pink and glistening flesh between them, and then Viola used the two longest fingers of her right hand to trace her fingernails tantalisingly up and down the exposed inner walls of Yuriko’s vagina. The effect of this stimulus upon the bound girl was pulsatingly erotic, and it sent waves of arousal coursing through her body. As if this was not enough, Viola then changed her technique: placing the first and second fingers of her right hand together to make a rigid point, she sank this into Yuriko’s vagina, sliding home almost to her knuckles. Then the busty Afro-Caribbean began to twist her hand, rotating it through 90 degrees on one side and then back to 90 degrees to the other, whilst on each pass her thumb rasped across Yuriko’s tender and sensitive clitoris. The slim Asian girl began to quiver, although she could hardly believe that her body was capable of more orgasms. Nevertheless, soon she was gasping in the throes of a rapidly-mounting climax. Feeling like she was a crazed surfer riding a tidal wave that was about to crash over into pounding spray, Yuriko ceased her energetic licking of Mandy’s pussy, and cried out: ‘Oh! Yes, make me come! ... ooohh! do me, please, YES! make me COME! ... make me – OWWW!!’ Her words were cut off by a shriek, as an impatient Mandy slapped the Asian schoolgirl across the face, and snapped at her: ‘Shit, bitch! Stop your mouthing off, and mouth ME off! Get that fucking tongue back in my pussy, you stupid bitch – RIGHT NOW!’ With that, Mandy grabbed the back of Yuriko’s head and ground her crotch against the face of the gasping girl. Yuriko’s cries were now muffled, but the impact upon her of Viola’s increasingly forceful penetrations was if anything magnified by her partner’s rough assertiveness. The consequence was that when a few seconds later Yuriko was overtaken by her most explosive climax so far, her shudders were transmitted directly into Mandy’s cunt, as the Japanese babe’s tongue jerked spasmodically up and down deep inside the black chick’s vagina. This in turn triggered Mandy’s orgasm, during which she took half a pace backwards, seizing and kneading her own pendulous breasts and squirting a flow of cum-juice from her pussy over Yuriko’s face and down onto her upper chest. Mandy’s orgasm earned the captive no respite, for at once the black schoolgirl exchanged places with her lover, and Yuriko was presented with Viola’s darker-skinned cunt for oral servicing. Meanwhile, Mandy knelt between Yuriko’s bound thighs and began flicking her long fingernails sharply into the trapped girl’s gaping slit. The impacts inflicted a sharp stinging pain that was also curiously – even disturbingly – arousing in its effects, and Yuriko would have given vent to a series of rising high-pitched squeals in response, if her mouth and nose had not been almost suffocatedly jammed into Viola’s pussy. As it was, the combination of the jolting stings in her own vagina and the rich musky smell and dark chocolate texture of Viola’s gaping meaty cunt sent Yuriko into overdrive, until the Japanese teen’s almost frantic oral efforts hit Viola’s G-spot and took her to the crest of climax. The two black girls grinned to each other and high-fived in satisfaction as they stepped aside to leave the field clear for others, whilst an almost exhausted Yuriko floundered and panted for breath. She had been relatively fortunate so far, in that Clara, Mandy and Viola were of calm and equable temperament, so that Yuriko’s poisonous classroom conduct had only irritated rather than really infuriated them. This was not true of the next girl in line, for Tanya had suffered nearly as much as Alexis from Yuriko’s put-downs. A tall girl with light-brown hair whose mother was from the Czech Republic, she had grown up speaking both Czech and English in the family home. The consequence was that, although fluently bilingual, she had a noticeable trace of central Europe in her English accent. Little Miss Know-it-all Yuriko had foolishly and with great condescension several times corrected Tanya’s pronunciation and her grammar in front of the other girls in the class, saying with an insincere smirk that it was ‘just to be helpful’. Now, oh yes, now Yuriko regretted her stupidity very much indeed, and the bound Asian schoolgirl gulped and swallowed as she saw the hard glitter in the Slavic girl’s dark brown eyes and the vindictive expression on her face. Looking down at the spread legs and open cunt of the defenceless Asian minx, Tanya licked her lips in anticipation and thought that the famous saying was quite wrong in this instance: revenge was not a dish best served cold at all – it was best when hot, sexually red hot in lust-fuelled anger! She held out a hand towards Alexis, who understood at once what was wanted. The dyke Head Girl picked up her strap-on, and buckled it in place on the lithe brunette. Then, with a fond soft slap on Tanya’s ass, she breathed in the Czech girl’s ear: ‘do her, babe, hard as you like – rip her a new hole!’ ‘She’s gonna need this – gonna need something to chew on!’ declared Tanya ominously, as she fixed the ball-gag back into Yuriko’s aching mouth and tightened it firmly in place. Yuriko whimpered as a humourless, feral smile spread across the face of the tall Slavic brunette who was standing between her open legs and gazing with hunger at her crotch. Even before Tanya touched her, Yuriko began to pant for breath, almost in panic – and then, when Yuriko realised the other girl’s intention, she howled into the muzzling gag. For she had not known, as the other girls in the room did, that Tanya was something of an ass-bandit – that she loved most of all dildo-fucking another girl’s butt-hole. In fact, she had recently nearly got into serious trouble with the school authorities by inducing some eagerly lesbian sixteen year-olds to take it that way, and it was only the circumstance that the bum-fucked chicks had enjoyed it so much and kept coming back for more, and Tanya’s acceptance of an anal gang-rape herself from a group of the teachers as a punishment, that had saved her from expulsion. Now the Czech brunette crouched down and pushed the knob of the dildo into the opening of Yuriko’s still tiny ass-hole. Tanya paused for a long moment, savouring the resistance of the tight opening and relishing the sexual terror that she saw on Yuriko’s face, before using her greater height and weight and her position of leverage to force the plastic rod relentlessly into the quaking school-girl’s rectum. With her eyes bulging in pain, Yuriko thrashed and struggled to the very limited amount that the bondage would permit her, but she had been lashed into place by an expert and could barely move. Strange yelping noises were audible around and through the ball-gag in Yuriko’s mouth, and saliva drooled from its edges, as Tanya began a steady rhythm of withdrawals which were then each immediately followed by a mercilessly deep ploughing back into the Japanese-American teen’s anal passage. In fact, the pain was not nearly as acute as when Alexis had raped away her anal virginity, and Yuriko was amazed at the ease with which her ass-hole had dilated and the way in which Tanya’s thrusts, while hard and initially painful, were being accommodated much more easily. Then, to Yuriko’s incredulity, her traitor body began to respond to the sexual stimulus, as she began reflexively thrusting back against Tanya’s pile-driving inward strokes. Sensing this, Tanya began slapping the Asian babe’s exposed breasts, but this only aroused the schoolgirl even more, and suddenly her pelvis bucked and rocked in the throes of another climax. Seeing and feeling this, Tanya felt such a surge of vindicated triumph that – to her own surprise – she orgasmed as well. The remaining two girls of the group of six were Edwina, the aristocratic daughter of the Marquis of Donoughclere (which gave her the courtesy title of Lady Edwina, although neither her fellow pupils or teachers actually used that), and Fiona. The latter was a classic round-figured, snub-nosed and freckled Irish redhead, whilst Edwina had a short mop of almost black and riotously curly hair. Edwina’s greatest passion was actually riding horses and she was an accomplished show-jumper with cups and medals to prove it, but she was nearly as happy when she was riding a girl instead. After ordering Yuriko to ‘warm me up, bitch!’ by giving half a dozen licks to her pussy, Edwina strapped on the plastic cock and thrust it into the bound girl’s gaping vagina, which was by now very tender and hyper-sensitive. Eddie, as she was known to all her friends, wasted no time on foreplay and was typically brisk and business-like in her approach, hauling on Yuriko’s two long braided pig-tails as if they were reins. She rode Yuriko as if she was a recalcitrant horse, applying a combination of driving mastery – with her hips swivelling rapidly to nail the dildo home. As an improvised substitute for spurs, Eddie reached between Yuriko’s boyishly-thin thighs to find the softer flesh of her inner thighs, and pinched it sharply, making Yuriko howl in anguish. Despite the orgasmic marathon she was being subjected to, on this occasion it was not Yuriko who came first, but her assailant. Eddie always tended to be quick to come, and this was no exception, as she grunted in satisfaction and release after giving Yuriko’s hole no more than a couple of dozen rapid penetrations. Having achieved her own peak, Eddie had no interest in whether Yuriko was pleasured as well – in fact, she took some enjoyable pay-back from the fact that her withdrawal of the strap-on had left the snotty Asian upstart a little way short of coming – and that now, bound tightly as she was, the mewling and panting girl was unable to touch herself or do anything to resolve the unsatisfied throbbing desire that was burning in her pussy. The semi-circle of lesbians around Yuriko laughed maliciously at her discomfort and obvious need, refusing to satisfy it and instead letting her subside into a state of frustrated semi-arousal. Once Yuriko’s breathing had returned to a normal pace, the redheaded Fiona stepped forward to enjoy her turn. Removing the deep brown kimono-style wrap which she had been wearing (and which had so tastefully complemented her hair), her first move was to stand immediately in front of the bound girl’s armchair, but with her back towards her. Yuriko was puzzled as to what this meant – but only for a second, for Fiona then bent forwards from the waist, almost as if she was practising a ‘touch your toes’ limbering-up exercise, and the effect was to thrust her ass in front of Yuriko’s face and then to press it backwards upon her. Yuriko’s mouth and nose disappeared into the cleavage between Fiona’s shapely buttocks, and even before she was ordered to do so, she began kissing and licking all around the redhead’s ass-hole and the broad base of her slit. As this anal stimulus was proceeding, Fiona reached through between her own thighs and thrust first one finger, and then two, into Yuriko’s vagina, twirling them around to widen the opening even more. Yuriko gave a slight yelp as she felt a third finger join the other two, and now the thrusts became both deeper and harder. Then the bound girl began to panic as Fiona inserted a fourth finger as well, alternating between using them in line vertically to splice Yuriko’s gash, and compressing them into a kind of pillar. Unbelievably for the inexperienced victim, there was still more to come, as Fiona used the opening made by her four fingers to squirm and push her whole hand into the helplessly bound girl’s vaginal passage. Yuriko shrieked into the ball gag. She could not believe that this was happening – she had heard of it, of course, but had never thought that such a barbaric indignity could ever remotely be inflicted upon her. She was being fisted! A girl was actually forcing her whole wrist and – eeeekkk!!! – part of her forearm into Yuriko’s once-innocent body. The Asian girl was deeply shocked, and at first was quite sure that it was impossible for her to take it – it would simply split her open. However, whilst that would have been true earlier in the evening, in the last couple of hours her pussy had been ploughed so many times that it had been stretched and widened, and she had come so many times that it was soaked with her lubricating fluids. Fiona had been wanting to fist-fuck the little Asian tight-twat for weeks, but knew that to avoid inflicting a serious injury, she would have to let others take their rides first. Now, she relished giving Yuriko her first fisting, as the wide-eyed Japanese-American teen jerked convulsively under the wrenching and shocking impacts of the fist that seemed to be half-way to her womb. Yuriko’s universe shrank to consist only of Fiona’s ass, which she sucked and licked in frenetic fright, and the amazing sensations emanating from the fisting of her pussy – which she could not see, as Fiona blocked her view. The trapped girl suddenly spasmed in her tightly-lashed bondage, as she orgasmed so fully and profoundly that for a moment she fainted. However, Yuriko was only out of circulation for a few moments. As consciousness returned, she began to think that her ordeal might be over – which, appallingly, she realised was a source of regret almost as much as of relief about. At first, it seemed that she might be right, as Alexis and Miranda swiftly and expertly untied the ropes binding her arms and legs. In fact, Yuriko had misjudged the situation: surprisingly for such a classroom swot, she had made a mistake in basic arithmetic. The six girls who had arrived at Cecilia’s summons had all slaked their lusts, but Cecilia herself had not yet had a turn. This was deliberate, as it was a key part of Alexis’s careful planning that her friend would go last. Taking a firm grip on Yuriko’s arms, Alexis and Miranda lifted her out of the chair and held her upright – support which was very necessary, as the combination of the euphoria induced by repeated climaxes, physical exhaustion and the pain of returning circulation all made Yuriko totter and struggle to keep her balance, as the room seemed to sway and circle around her. Meanwhile, Cecilia had removed her white school shirt and the regulation-colour, if rather naughtily skimpy, white bra that encased her shapely breasts – a pyramidal pointy pair of 28C’s. Naked above the waist, Cecilia lay down on the library floor on her back, spread her legs apart, and then flicked her short red tartan uniform skirt up to her waist – revealing, to Yuriko’s gasp, that she was wearing no panties, and fully exposing her pussy. Cecilia had long straight brown hair, which for some reason she had unusually put up into a coil on her head, and her vagina was framed by a closely-trimmed triangular patch of dark-brown pubic hair. Yuriko scarcely understood what was happening, as Alexis and Miranda almost bodily lifted her across and then laid her down on top of Cecilia, but the other way round, so that her head nestled into the V made by the join of the other’s girl’s thighs, whilst her own crotch descended upon Cecilia’s waiting face. Now Yuriko understood – this was the 69 position, of which she had of course heard, but only in theory, but now she could appreciate its possibilities of mutual sapphic satisfaction. Without needing instruction, she gripped Cecilia’s inner thighs in her hands, and began to kiss and lick the lower girl’s cunt, teasing the tip of her tongue in between her labial lips. Cecilia gave a contented sigh – she just loved 69s, and loved having her pussy eaten. However, there was another reason for this arrangement beyond mere pleasure (mere! thought Cecilia with a gasp and quaver, for the little bitch Yuriko was really quite a quick learner, and after the crash-course induction in cunt-sucking that she had just been subjected to, she was definitely getting the hang of it – and seemed to growing more eager for girl-on-girl sex!). Indeed, Yuriko was beginning to enjoy herself and really get into her stride, embracing enthusiastically her newly-revealed sexual identity, and so she was oblivious to what was going on around her. She did not notice Miranda reaching downwards and draping Yuriko’s uniform skirt over Cecilia’s head like a tent, hiding the brunette’s face from view but without for a second interrupting her slurping invasions of the Asian girl’s crevice. Nor did Yuriko notice that Miranda and all the other girl’s stepped backwards out of view, whilst Alexis removed the final object from the bag which had been cached beneath the chair. This was a small compact video camera, and it made no sound as Alexis filmed the action taking place on the floor – a film which would unequivocally show a willing and eager Yuriko engaged in lesbian cunnilingus, with no sign of any coercion, whilst the identity of her sexual partner was completely hidden. Unaware of how completely she was compromising herself, Yuriko serviced the attractive and sensual Cecilia’s pussy, and was rewarded by a powerhouse ride of her own, so that the two tartan-skirted schoolgirls climaxed almost at the same moment, with squeals of erogenous pleasure. Yuriko was then permitted to roll over and lie on her back, exhausted but replete, next to Cecilia. However, it was only when Alexis clicked the ‘stop’ button on the video-camera that Yuriko looked in her direction, and at once the appalled Asian babe realised what had just happened. Alexis informed her victim that if she made any complaint about what had happened that evening – or, in future, failed to satisfy every demand that they made upon her – the pictures would disprove any claims that she had been coerced or an unwilling participant. Then, rather cruelly, Alexis turned the screw even further: to Yuriko’s utter horror, she threatened to upload the clip to the internet for everyone to see, including her very strict and conservative parents. ‘Noooo!!! Oh, no, please, please, Alexis – don’t do that, please!!’ she howled beseechingly, ‘I’ll do anything, I won’t make any trouble, I promise you, honestly I won’t – I’ll do whatever you want, yes, and the others too, anything at all, just don’t show that, please, oh no!!’ In fact, Alexis had no such intention – the film was far more useful as insurance, and as a weapon with which to ensure Yuriko’s complete subjugation into lesbian submissiveness. However, the Head Girl made a show of being reluctantly persuaded, and Yuriko was almost tearful in her thanks when Alexis conceded that it would remain hidden (and ‘where you’d never find it, so don’t even try’), provided that Yuriko continued to provide ‘satisfaction on demand’. The bewildered Asian babe really had no choice but to agree to these terms, but in fact she found that she did not mind – that she was almost looking forward to her next sexual bout. Then the roller-coaster ride of the previous sixty minutes caught up with her, and the Japanese-American schoolgirl lay sprawled on her back on the floor, so exhausted that she did not even care that her legs were splayed wide apart and her pussy – still gaping open wider than she would previously have dreamed was possible – was exhibited for all eyes to see. As the other girls put back on their school uniforms or their dressing gowns, there came a soft knock on the Sixth Form Library door. Alexis walked across and opened it, and gave a wide smile to whoever was outside – from where she was lying, Yuriko could not see who it was. Then Alexis and all of the other girls trooped out, giggling and laughing as they stepped around or over Yuriko’s prone form, with their mission so clearly well and truly accomplished by the Asian babe’s posture of utterly-fucked abandonment. Coach Saunders and Ms. Greig ambled into the room; the latter exchanging a quick kiss with Alexis, whilst the former slapped her schoolgirl apprentice on the ass as they passed, both to speed her on her way and in appreciation for what she had accomplished – and the delightful gift she was leaving for her lesbian mentors. ‘Off to bed with you now, Alexis!’ laughed the sports coach, ‘on your own or with Miranda, I don’t mind, as long as you keep the noise down – we’ll take over from here!’ Yuriko didn’t have the energy or the will-power to move, and remained where she was, lying naked and spread-eagled on her back, as the two teachers came to stand over her. The youthful Asian babe was completely stunned, for she realised that far from the teachers coming to her aid and punishing her attackers, they approved of what had happened – and seemed to have sexual intentions of their own! Like many students who seek the teachers’ approval, Yuriko was instinctively deferential to authority figures – indeed, beneath the veneer of arrogance, it was a sign of the submissiveness that, together with many other Asian girls, was almost ingrained in her being. Alexis had suspected this, and her assault had shattered Yuriko’s outward barrier of confident superiority – and so, as the Japanese-American teenager’s real nature came to the surface, she had begun to react sexually to her assailants. It was this which had shocked Yuriko to her core – that even from the first terrifying orgasms that Alexis had induced from her, she had begun to enjoy it despite (or ... because? no, no! surely not! she thought desperately) of her terror. Afterwards, during the gang-bang, her response had become more obvious, undeniable to herself and the girls who were using and abusing her body as their sex-toy. This was one reason why they had continued for so long, as she gasped in orgasms through her tears or lapped her tongue around their vaginas with hardly having to be told. At the end, released from the ropes (oh! the ropes – so frightening at first, under Alexis’s iron will, but then to be so vulnerable, so helplessly available to everyone, it had been ... yes, it had been incredible, with sensations like nothing that she had ever dreamed of before), she had fallen with almost comic eagerness across Cecelia’s alluring body and had eagerly munched on her muff. As Yuriko knew well, the true shame – and danger – of the film which Alexis had taken was that it was not misleading at all: the eager pussy-devouring lesbian they showed her to be was ... was really her, dear Lord, it was really her! These thoughts flashed through Yuriko’s dizzy head in the few seconds during which Alexis and her friends departed and the two teachers approached her. Yuriko swallowed, looking up at them and wondering what fate would next befall her tired and tender young body. Ms. Greig was wearing daytime clothes, but of a less formal kind than she would wear for the classroom: a knee-length jersey wrap dress in a dark burgundy red which criss-crossed over her prominent breasts with a deep V-cleavage and was tied off around her waist with a matching belt. The geography teacher was wearing smart black shoes with two-inch heels, and it looked like black stockings as well. With her rounded ass, slender waist and full bust, bright blue eyes and short but thick tumble of blonde curls, she was a very attractive sight – in fact, Yuriko had had something of a crush on her for some time, although she had always rationalised it as intellectual admiration for Ms. Greig’s sharp intellect and lucid lessons, and had never dreamt of any sexual dimension. Now, however, her imagination could think of nothing else, and she felt her bruised vaginal lips pucker outwards and apart, and a hot wet fluid seep from the base of her slit. The two experienced adult lesbians recognised the signs at once, as Yuriko’s body responded to her subconscious lusts. The prone Asian teen squirmed slightly, her thighs moved wider apart to show her cunt more openly, and her little tits stiffened even harder. ‘Well, Yuriko’, Ms. Greig said quietly, ‘we’re here to give you a little exam – to see what you’ve learned tonight. Don’t worry,’ the teacher added with a smile, ‘it isn’t a theory test – it’s entirely a practical!’ With that, the blonde woman tugged loose the belt at her waist, and the wrap dress fell open to reveal that she was almost naked beneath it – no bra encased her swaying globular D-cup breasts, and no panties concealed the jutting prow of her Venus mound and the gaping pink gash in her closely-shaven cunt. Her only garment was a black garter belt above her hips, which was holding up the sheer fine-mesh traditional stockings which encased her well-toned and lightly tanned legs. It was almost too much for Yuriko, after all the astonishing sexual stimuli that she had already been subjected to. The sight of her most-admired teacher – as she now let herself admit, her amazingly sexy fucking-hot lesbo bitch of a teacher – so wantonly undressed and sexually available, almost made the bemused Asian teen faint from the combination of shock and the incredible wave of arousal and excitement that surged through her small slim frame. The Japanese girl gave a broken cry, and involuntarily arched her back, thrusting her cunt up in the air towards Ms. Greig like some sacrificial offering – and so, in truth, it was, but one now proffered willingly, oh! so willingly and so eagerly! ‘Oh, oooh Miss! Aaaahhh, Miss, pleeeease!’ Yuriko gasped and babbled: ‘Ooooh, Ms. Greig, oh God! yes, take me! Please, please Miss ... anything, anything you want, yes ... aaaaahh!’ There was to be one more shock for the young apprentice lesbian, and Yuriko’s eyes almost bugged out as her attention was taken by the other and older teacher. Coach Saunders was wearing a long cotton purple dressing-gown, and with a wolfish grin at the girl sprawled at her feet, the sports teacher pulled her robe open and in one fluid movement shrugged it from her shoulders to pool on the ground at her feet. Yuriko gave a gasp – partly of shock, but still more from a sudden convulsive flush of hot desire. It seemed that Coach Saunders had taken time to prepare, for beneath the robe she was a magnificent picture of lesbian sexual maturity. As befitted an accomplished sportswoman and the coach of the school’s senior teams, Ms. Saunders was a tall woman, fit and well-muscled, her body taut and trim from regular workouts and jogging, but still feminine in the swell of her hips and the high proud thrust of her medium-sized breasts. These were on full view, naked but supported by the only garment the coach was wearing: a corset bustier in brothel-style purple silk panels and black lace, which hugged tight around her torso but left all of her sex bare and accessible. Its cupless top rested just below her breasts, whilst its lower edge shaped across the top of her pelvis and hips. Her cunt was completely exposed, and framed by the three straps on either side of the bustier which were clipped to the top of a pair of stockings – only now did Yuriko notice that Coach Saunders was also wearing sheer black leather boots that came to just below her knees. From the top of her neatly-styled short black hair to the sheen of her boots, Coach Saunders was the epitome of a sexually dominant woman, in full command of her sexuality and beholden to no one – she was, indeed, magnificent. The resplendent sports teacher shifted her posture, standing with her legs further apart and her hands placed confidently on her hips. Looking up from her position on the floor, Yuriko found the perspective almost mind-blowing in its eroticism, and a dissolving wave of sensuality rippled through her – akin to an orgasm, less explosive but almost more profound. Coach Saunders ran a hand gently across her own pussy, teasing her outer labia further outwards and apart, and exchanged a smile with the blonde geography teacher who was her regular night-time companion and lover. ‘Well, Jacqueline, I think this little bitch is ready for testing and grading, don’t you?’ With a chuckle, Ms. Greig moved first, shifting position to stand astride the Asian teen, who gazed up wordlessly between the woman’s long shapely legs, her eyes drawn like magnetism to the hot slit where they met. Gracefully, Ms. Greig squatted down onto her haunches and then her knees, placing them on either side of Yuriko’s shoulders. The teacher’s naked cunt was now only a few inches above the schoolgirl’s open mouth, as Yuriko still gazed at it in rapt fascination. After just a few seconds pause to be sure that the girl was making no protest or sign of reluctance, Ms. Greig dropped her pussy down to rest squarely on Yuriko’s lips, with a terse instruction to the Asian girl to demonstrate what she had learned – and to make it good. At once, Yuriko began to lap and lick, and within seconds her tongue was delving deep into the teacher’s well-lubricated and well-stretched vagina. ‘Good, yeah! ... that’s good, Yuriko, yeah – I think you’ve got it ... yeah, like that, go on ... harder, c’mon, get deeper, you slutty little bitch! ... mmm ... yep, ah! ... yes, go on, more now ... aah! ... mmm, ooooh! YES, MORE!! YES, FUCKIT BITCH, YES! AAAAHHHH, MAKE ME CUM, MAKE ME CUM, YOU LITTLE SLUT!! OOOOOHHHH!!!! FUCKIT, I’M CUMMING, SHIT, YEAH!! AAAEEEEOOOOOHH!!!’ By the end of this, Ms. Greig was pulling on her own tits whilst her hips bucked up and down on Yuriko’s face, building her orgasm to the moment of climactic release – when a flood of pussy-fluid squirted onto the nearly-delirious teen’s face. Almost automatically, Yuriko lapped it up, and found that she was thrilled by the taste and flavour of the adult teacher’s cum-juice. Coach Saunders had not been idle during this: from the small shoulder bag which Ms. Greig had been carrying, the sports teacher had quickly removed, and buckled into place around her hips, the harness of a wicked-looking strap-on dildo. It was made of purple plastic and smooth-sided, but long and wide. As soon as the geography teacher climaxed, the sports coach tapped her on the shoulder and the blonde woman rolled off Yuriko’s face, to sit on the floor nearby whilst she continued to squeeze her large and now sweat-streaked breasts, and to rub furiously on her clitoris. Yuriko gulped as she looked up at Coach Saunders’ towering figure, but the Asian girl did not need to be told what to do – instead, she stretched her legs wide apart, and slipped her hands under her ass in order to push her crotch upwards in mute offering and surrender. The dark-haired sports teacher nodded approval, and then wasted no time in kneeling between the schoolgirl’s thighs and thrusting into her already-slippery hole with one firm plunge of the strap-on. Yuriko began to move in time to the thumping impact of Coach Saunders’ penetrations of her pussy – in truth, she probably had no option, but her response was one of participation and not of resistance. The Japanese-American girl began to moan and babble in her parents’ native tongue, a liquid sound which entranced the sports coach although (or perhaps because) she could not understand a word of it. That is, the teacher spoke no Japanese, but of course some things communicate in any language, and given the pretty teenager’s state of gang-banged mega-arousal, it was not hard to tell that she was begging to be fucked, to be taken and ridden into the ground. It was not long until Yuriko came again – she had lost count of her orgasms that evening (she marvelled at this, having only had her first proper climax less than two hours before). The Asian teen groaned from the effects of the twisting surging thrusts of the dildo which the sports coach was delivering, driving harder and deeper into her than even Alexis, her first conqueror, had done. This was the final battering ram that collapsed the previously-innocent teen’s last defences, and Yuriko gave herself up to utter submission. She flung her arms wide on the floor and opened her hips as far as her small body would allow, surrendering completely to the dominant dyke bitch who was slamming into her pussy with her almost savage penetrative thrusts. Coach Saunders knew the signs well – she had initiated and given the first full-on dildo shafting to nearly thirty ripe young teens during her fourteen years on the teaching staff, and she was a past master at fucking their brains out in such a way that all they would ever want again was not just lesbian sex, but submission to the fiercest lusts of the strongest lesbian dominatrix that they could find, crawling on their knees and stomachs to kiss the Amazon valkyrie’s feet and beseeching her to rape them in every hole with her cruellest strap-on dick. Any missionary would have been envious of her conversion rate, for she had a 100 per cent record of success, due to her combination of shrewd selection, artful grooming, careful choice of opportunity – and then, taking the girl with an overwhelming sexual experience, a no-holds-barred pounding pulverising pussy-splitting dildo-reaming fuckathon. Tonight, the first stages had not been necessary, thanks to Alexis – but Coach Saunders made sure that little Yuriko still got the full treatment in the end. At last, the Asian schoolgirl’s whole body vibrated with an earth-shattering orgasm, and she screamed shrilly at the top of her voice, her small hands snaking around Coach Saunders’s hips to seize her butt as she delivered the final thrust, holding the dildo as deep inside Yuriko’s vaginal passage as possible, whilst the schoolgirl writhed and squirmed and bucked against her, as a lava flow of orgasms ripped through her. It was an impressive sapphic sight, even for such experienced dykes as the two schoolteachers, and they savoured it in appreciation. Yes, they thought, there’s no going back for this bitch now – she’ll be a pussy-loving submissive lesbian for the rest of her life! Still, there remained one final step – no longer of examination, for Yuriko had clearly passed any conceivable test of sapphic surrender, but rather of confirmation, indeed of graduation into her new school of life – one in which she would walk humbly, giving herself to mistress after mistress, and finding pleasure in their abuse of her body. Coach Saunders raised her hips and arched her back, in the process easing the dildo out of Yuriko’s pussy – which was now so stretched and wide, that the plastic phallus actually flopped around in it. Even so, the delicate abrasion of the Asian schoolgirl’s vaginal walls as the rod was slid out of her was enough to send a small surge of rippling secondary orgasms vibrating through her exhausted frame. The two teachers were not without sympathy, and for a moment they let the girl rest on her back, sprawled and floundering, gasping for air like a stranded fish. Coach Saunders unbuckled the strap-on, wiped it with a small hand towel, and then put it down on the floor next to her colleague’s bag. Meanwhile, Ms. Greig knelt down next to Yuriko’s prone form, and cupped the girl’s chin in her hands, compelling the teen to focus upon her. With a slightly stern expression, Ms. Greig spoke: ‘Well, Yuriko ... you’ve certainly had an education here tonight ... so, the big question is: have you learnt your lesson yet?’ Yuriko was not quite sure what was meant by this, but without doubt she had experienced something that night of profound importance, so that nothing would ever be same for her again. She looked up at the teacher – and her newly-minted lesbianism could not fail to draw her eyes to Ms. Greig’s pendulously swaying pear-shaped breasts, which were dangling just inches above her face. For a miracle, Yuriko had learned a little wisdom, and instead of speaking to answer she raised herself up on her elbows, guided the teacher’s right nipple into her mouth, sucked on it, lapped her tongue around the aureole in a tight rasping circle, and then reverently kissed the rock-hard tit. Only then did she meet Ms. Greig’s gaze squarely, and demurely nodded her head. ‘Yes, Miss, I think that I have ... no, I’m sure I have’, said Yuriko quietly. ‘Good girl’, replied the teacher with a smile, ‘I thought you had. Well, there is one more thing: it’s not a test, consider it instead as your final initiation into the secret order of Sapphos – for you must never speak of any of this to anyone outside our circle, especially not your parents. Are you ready for that, do you know that this is what you want?’ Yuriko swallowed, understanding that there was no turning back after this point, and that she was leaving her old self and attitudes far behind ... but those orgasms, those unbelievably sexual and satisfying orgasms, they drew her magnetically onwards, for she could not bear the idea of not being able to repeat that, over and over, and she would willingly humble herself to any woman or girl who could make her feel that way again. Slightly trembling, but more in anticipation than in fear, Yuriko nodded her assent – and almost at once, felt a sense of security and release. Ms. Greig looked across at Coach Saunders, who had watched this exchange like a hawk, and they exchanged a satisfied look and a nod. The older sports teacher then told Yuriko that they would train her to be the perfect lesbian submissive, and would pass her around their circle of experienced dykes, so that she could practice the arts of pleasuring mature women. ‘You belong to us now’, Ms. Greig informed the prone schoolgirl, but then she added: ‘although, of course, you will always belong first and foremost to Alexis, for she was the one to break you in – and whenever she requires it, you will spread your pussy and service her every desire!’ Only a few hours before, such a statement would have revolted Yuriko, the old Yuriko who had felt so superior to all the other girls in the school, and who had specially disliked and despised Alexis. Where had that feeling gone? the Asian teen wondered to herself, although she knew the answer – it had been punctured the very moment that Alexis had punctured her vagina with a finger, and the last shreds had been blown away with the dildo-shafting of her pussy and her asshole. Now, Yuriko felt far below her conqueror – inexperienced, raw and naive, she could only imploringly hope that Alexis would take pity and deign to ravage her again ... and again ... and again. ‘Now, it’s time for your final initiation’, said Ms. Greig, and she removed a curious object from her bag. At first Yuriko thought that it was another strap-on, albeit one with a huge and ribbed black plastic dildo. However, this projected from a quite small and square front plate, which was fixed at each corner by a large round brass stud. Even stranger, the strap-on seemed to have only one short but quite wide belt, and no leg-straps at all. Then, as Ms. Greig turned the phallic device in her hand, Yuriko suddenly realised how it worked – it was a face-cock, for wearing over the head, not around the hips! Ms. Greig beckoned Yuriko to rise to a kneeling position, and then with practiced agility she fastened the face-dildo into place, tightening the wide strap behind the teenager’s head. Yuriko found a surprise: the dildo’s black cylinder hid a wide fat inner tube which projected through to the inside of the faceplate, ending in a balloon-like valve of tough rubber which fitted inside its wearer’s mouth. Blowing into this and then compressing the air with her teeth would make the knob of the dildo expand and contract, with a pulsing vibration not unlike that of a real male penis – but without that object’s many disadvantages, including a tendency to go limp before the woman got to her orgasm. Before strapping it onto Yuriko, the two teachers had rubbed the inner bladder up and down their vaginas to smear it with their pussy juices; Yuriko was both shocked and thrilled at the resulting taste of the rubber valve as it was pushed into her mouth, coated with the unmistakeable sharp tang of the two adult teacher’s cunt fluids. The younger teacher then sat in the armchair in which Yuriko had previously been bound, spread her thighs apart, and pointed to her pussy: ‘Show me your submission, Yuriko – crawl here, and use the dildo to make me cum – no hands, nothing else, just use that!’ Yuriko got down on her hands and knees, and abjectly crawled the eight feet to the chair, her tight little butt waggling behind her in a way that both teachers enjoyed. When she arrived between Ms. Greig’s legs, the Asian babe inserted the end of the face-cock into the woman’s vagina, and it slid inward for half its length before encountering any resistance. Yuriko paused and gazed up at her admired teacher, the expression on her face an appealing mixture of sexual exhaustion and complete lesbian submission. Delighted and turned on by this, the geography teacher gave an approving nod, and then leaned back in the chair to enjoy the sensations as the schoolgirl obediently and vigorously bobbed her head backwards and forwards, pushing the plastic cock deep into the mature lesbian’s capacious cunt. Suddenly, Yuriko gave a muffled yelp – muffled, because her mouth was filled with the rubber bladder, into which she had been energetically alternating between blowing and squeezing. The cause was a surprising – but by no means unwelcome – sensation. With her eyes focused upon Ms. Greig’s cunt in front of her, she had not seen that Coach Saunders had buckled on the conventional strap-on and had approached Yuriko’s invitingly up-thrust ass. Gripping the teen at the hips, the older teacher reamed the dildo in and out of Yuriko’s pussy, which was no longer a tight little slit but a gaping, gushing opening. Yuriko’s eyes widened, and the amazing sensation of being simultaneously both fucked and fucking nearly blew her mind – it was an overload to every one of her senses. Coach Saunders fast and firm penetrations drove Yuriko on to even more frantic insertions of the face-dildo into the younger teacher, who was soon squeezing and mashing her breasts together as she neared her climax. Even a highly-experienced dyke gets a thrill from the first full-on fucking of a teenager, and it did not take long until Ms. Greig gasped and shuddered in her second and even more satisfying orgasm of the evening. The final act in the drama was obvious, and Yuriko was not surprised when Coach Saunders’s firm hands on her shoulders sent the message to withdraw the face-phallus from Ms. Greig, and to use it on the older woman. Seating herself on the study chair by the table, upon which Yuriko had been sitting when all this had started, seemingly now so long ago that it was in another world, the sports teacher braced her hands on her knees and then spread them far apart. Obedient and meek, Yuriko crawled away from Ms. Greig (who remained slumped in the armchair whilst gently rubbing her own clitoris) and around the end of the table to reach her next point of cunt-duty. Here she repeated the exercise, finding to her surprise that Coach Saunders actually had a tighter pussy than the younger teacher – until the schoolgirl realised, in a wave of admiration, that this was not the cause of the resistance that she was feeling, especially as she pulled the dildo out backwards. Amazingly, the athletic sportswoman had such iron control of her muscles in her vaginal walls that at will she could both release them and clamp them together with almost vice-like pressure. As Yuriko repeated her submissive head-bobbing routine, blowing as hard into the dildo’s inner tube as her exhausted body could manage, she felt a warm presence next to her. Seeing her tiredness, Ms. Greig had left the chair and now knelt at her right side, partly supporting the lightweight Asian schoolgirl, but also reaching under her exposed chest to stroke her tiny breasts and tweak on her hyper-sensitive nipples. ‘Aaaaaahhhh!!!’ screamed Yuriko into the face-dildo, as she came again from these attentions and the whole sensual eroticism of her position, for the first time climaxing without either herself or anyone else touching her between the legs – something she would previously have haughtily dismissed as quite impossible. But, then, she had learned so many impossible things this evening, as her whole world and her future life had been completely turned upside down. ‘Ohh-God-fuck-ahh-coming, coming, fuckit-coming!’ grunted Coach Saunders, as her orgasm burst just microseconds later, and she seized the back of Yuriko’s head and held the ribbed plastic face-dildo deep inside herself, her mature body vibrating against it. When she released Yuriko, the Asian teen slumped sideways, almost blacking out from this final sensory overload. Smiling with satisfaction, the two teachers helped her to sit up and catch her breath, with Ms. Greig supporting her shoulders and caressing her hair, whilst Coach Saunders gave the girl a water bottle to drink from – she had known the teen would be dehydrated after the gang-bang, and like any good sports coach was always prepared. After five minutes, the teachers urged the staggering Yuriko back into her clothes – well, not the panties or bra, which Ms. Greig slipped into her shoulder-bag, but at least to put on her shirt, her tartan uniform skirt, her socks and her shoes. It was almost a relief for Yuriko when Ms. Greig said: ‘you’re coming with us tonight, my girl – your new routine starts here’, for the teen didn’t think she could face her own bed alone. The two women walked her back to the staff wing, supporting her between them, and sometimes almost carrying the stumbling and uncoordinated girl. Once inside, they ascended quietly to Ms. Greig’s top floor corner room – chosen by her for its relative solitude. Yuriko had never been here before, and her eyes widened as she saw that Ms. Greig had furnished it with a large king-size double bed, which had the coolest and smoothest high-quality black silk sheets. Ms. Greig quickly removed her wrap dress, garter belt and stockings, and once naked she slipped under the covers first, holding out her hands in invitation for the Asian girl to join her. Yuriko needed no more encouragement and tottered towards the bed, so exhausted that she could hardly stay awake even to climb into it – in fact, Coach Saunders helped her into the middle, before she too removed her clothes and climbed in on Yuriko’s other side. For a while, as Yuriko fell asleep, she luxuriated in the soft warmth of naked female flesh around her, feeling the points of Coach Saunders’s nipples against her back and soft firmness of Ms. Greig’s more ample bust pillowing on the girl’s own almost flat chest. The two women gently and soothingly caressed her, and Yuriko fell into the deepest, most relaxing and most refreshing sleep that she had ever known. In the morning, when she first awoke, the events of the previous night seemed as distant as some wild and impossible dream ... but then Yuriko registered where she was, as the first movement of her hand brushed across Ms. Greig’s naked cunt. The geography teacher was already awake, lying beside the girl and enjoying watching her dawning realisation. She took Yuriko’s hand in her own firm grasp, and before the girl could think of protesting, the teacher arched her legs and thrust Yuriko’s hand in between them. ‘Finger-fuck me’, ordered the teacher, and then added: ‘and you can suck my tits, too!’ Yuriko astonished herself by instantly obeying, and it was the sensation of her lips closing on one of Ms. Greig’s jutting nipples which convinced her that everything which she recollected really had happened. The geography teacher had just stifled the moan elicited by her orgasm when the bedroom door opened – but before Yuriko could react, Coach Saunders entered the room. She had risen at dawn, done her usual workout exercises and her three-mile run, and had returned feeling in the mood for some pussy-attention. Yuriko slipped her fingers out of Ms. Greig’s vagina, having pleasured her to order, and licked them contemplatively whilst Coach Saunders stripped off her running outfit and sat down in the nearby chair. Spreading her thighs and pointing imperiously at her cunt, the older teacher commanded the teen to ‘eat me, now!’ Once again, Yuriko complied without a second’s hesitation, and used both her tongue and her fingers to bring the older woman to a climax. ‘Good, good girl – yes, very good’, murmured Coach Saunders appreciatively afterwards. Ms. Greig glanced at the bedroom clock, and told Yuriko that she would have to leave in a minute, as they wanted her out of the building before the other teachers started to emerge from their private rooms. As she dressed, Yuriko looked shyly at the teachers, in a newly-demure manner that was quite unlike her previous aloof arrogance. ‘Miss ... did I do well, please?’ she asked. ‘Hmm? Oh, yes – quite well, especially for the first time. Yes, I think we would grade you as an “A”, dear’, answered Ms. Greig. For a moment, there was one last glimpse of the old Yuriko, as the Asian girl preened with satisfaction at this compliment – but she was soon taken down a peg, in what was perhaps her final lesson. Coach Saunders had seen the girl’s prideful reaction, and gave a harsh barking laugh. ‘Oh, no, Yuriko – you’ve got it quite wrong! This grading system is completely different from your schoolwork one: in this, an “A” is the lowest grade, and a “D” is the highest.’ The schoolgirl looked comically crestfallen at this information, but also quite confused, and so, choking back laughter, the sports teacher enlightened her: ‘An “A” stands for “ass” – just a piece of ass, and that’s what you are now, and that’s all you are! But if you train up well, and give your betters pussy-pleasure wherever and whenever they demand it, then you might get up to a “C” grade eventually.’ Yuriko was still puzzled, and now Ms. Greig interjected an explanation: ‘Grade “C” means “cunt”, it means you’re a practiced lesbian lover, and know how to give satisfaction. Most girls, and indeed women, are “C” grade – like Jenny and Cecilia for example, they just adore being fucked and eating any cunt they are told to – but they’ll always be the ones told, not the ones giving the orders!’ ‘So ...’ Yuriko asked hesitantly, ‘so.. what and who is a “D” then, if that’s the top grade?’ Coach Saunders smiled with proprietorial pride, and gave the answer: ‘At the moment, there are only two amongst all of the students – “D” grade is “dyke”, and that’s Alexis of course, first and foremost, but I think Miranda is that strong and powerful as well, at least she is now.’ The sports teacher looked squarely at Yuriko, and said firmly: ‘What you have you learned from all of this, girl? Say it clearly, don’t hedge or quibble!’ Yuriko swallowed and looked at the floor. It wasn’t that she had any hesitation or doubt about the rightness and truth of the answer, it was just that the new meek Yuriko was strangely shy about saying it. Then she looked up, finding comfort in Ms. Greig’s warmly appreciative gaze upon her naked body, and in her admired teacher’s evident further desire for her. Still, Yuriko’s answer was a whisper: ‘I’m a lesbian ... that I know now, for sure, I just want sex with girls, with women ... and ... I guess I want to be had, to be taken ... I want to be told what to do by someone, and I want to be fucked over and over like you all took me last night – that was amazing!’ ‘Well’, Ms. Greig laughed, with Alexis’s joke of the previous evening coming back into her mind: ‘eureka! you have made a great discovery indeed!’ Coach Saunders delivered the final instructions to the blushing sapphic novice. Yuriko was informed that as an “A” grade girl, she was to make herself available unquestioningly to any “B”, “C”, and of course “D” grade lesbian who wanted her, whenever, wherever and however they did so. In the course of this, she learned that “B” grade was for “babe” – a designation for the prettiest and most feminine of the submissive girls, those who were more experienced than she was, but still in need of further grooming and instruction before they could be regarded as fully-fledged “C” grade “cunts”. ‘How will I know them?’ asked Yuriko with some puzzlement, ‘and how will they know me?’ ‘Oh! – that’s easy’, replied Ms. Grieg with a smile. ‘You’ll know them because they will either make an obvious pass at you – groping your tits, or – as you don’t have much to hang on to there – putting a hand up your skirt and into your panties. Believe me, you won’t mistake their meaning or intentions!’ ‘And’, added Coach Saunders, ‘they will know you because there is a strict rule for “A” graders: you must keep your pussy closely shaven, and put some nice perfume on it twice a day, and except for a couple of days at your time-of-the-month, from now on you are not permitted to wear any panties at all, not under a skirt and not when wearing trousers or shorts either! The other lezzie girls will soon spot you as a new novice “A” grader, and then, believe me, you’ll get no shortage of action and attention!’ ‘Oh!’ said Yuriko in surprise, but seeing at once how this simple system worked. She remembered that when her class was in the locker room, changing for gym or field sports, she had noticed that there were several girls who did not seem to bother with panties. She had never thought of a reason why, and had just dismissed them as sluttish and lazy – but now, well, it appeared they were a quite different sort of slut from what she previously assumed. Then: ‘Oooohhh!’ gasped Yuriko suddenly, as her memory made a connection. One of the girls who seemed to be pantyless every time they changed for sports was none other than the only other Asian girl in the Upper Sixth Form. Mei Lin was of Chinese (well, South Korean) parentage, and she was perhaps the most beautiful and elegant girl in the whole school. Tall, slim and slender, with an alabaster smoothness to her perfect skin, her face had high clear cheekbones and deep dark almond-shaped eyes; the exotic ensemble was completed by the cascade of shining fine jet-black hair that swept straight down her back. She was a quiet and shy girl with a classic and ethereal beauty, and Yuriko suddenly realised that she had been attracted to her for quite some time. Hesitantly, she posed a question which had suddenly become very important: ‘Ms, Greig, can we “A” grade girls, you know, can we play around with each other? – I mean, if no one in a higher grade wants us to go with them, that is!’ The geography teacher nodded her head in confirmation: ‘Yes, of course – we like you novice girls to get as much pussy-training as you can! The only rule is, you can’t demand that a girl who is in the same grade must do what you say, you can only ask her, or show her that you are up for it and hope that she reciprocates. ... Mmm, has someone struck your fancy then?’ laughed Ms. Grieg, and she gave Yoshiko a playful pinch on her ass. ‘I know!’ she continued, ‘it’s Mei Lin, isn’t it?’ Yuriko blushed and quietly nodded, thinking all the time of the lovely Korean babe, of her long slim legs and incredibly sexy ass, and she felt herself getting wetter and hotter in her pussy. She recalled how Mei Lin would often get changed quite near her, and that her eyes had always been drawn to the other Asian girl’s smooth shiny jutting Venus mound – but, ironically, she had been afraid that Mei Lin would think her one of those dirty lezzies if she saw her looking, and any time Mei Lin’s head turned Yuriko’s way she had hastily jerked her gaze away to something, anything, else. Whether it was this guilty feeling, or racial fellow-feeling, or recognition of Mei Lin’s extraordinary serene beauty, she was the one girl to whom the old superior Yuriko had never given put-downs or shown up in class. Now, Yuriko was greatly relieved at this, for she thought that Mei Lin possibly might like her (or at least not actually dislike her), and ... might like her in another way too, as another “A” grade piece of lesbian ass. As Yuriko walked across the grass lawn from the teachers’ accommodation block to her first class of the day, her thoughts were in a whirl – most of the time pre-occupied with memories of Mei Lin tantalisingly undressing next to her in the locker room, and fantasies that the other Asian girl would reach out and seize Yuriko’s cunt, claiming it for her own. In her lessons that day, all of her classmates marvelled at the new, transformed Yuriko – she was meek, diffident, self-effacing – in fact, the model of a quiet deferential Japanese girl. That was, apart from the fact that on Coach Saunders’s orders she wore no panties, and that when Alexis ordered her during the lunch-break to follow her into a cubicle in the girls’ toilets, Yuriko went willingly, even eagerly, falling to her knees before her young mistress even before she was told to, kissing Alexis’ feet and then worshipping at the commanding Head Girl’s capacious dripping cunt. That evening, feeling quite nervous, Yuriko hesitated outside the door of Mei Lin’s room (at this expensive school all of the girls had individual bedrooms), before she summoned up her courage and knocked on the door. A soft voice bid her enter, and Yuriko quietly slipped inside, carefully closing the door again behind her. It seemed that Mei Lin had been in the process of brushing her beautiful long black hair, for she was standing in front of her wardrobe mirror with a comb in one hand. She turned with a slight expression of surprise when she saw who it was, for she and Yuriko were not particularly close and the Japanese girl had never before visited her room. Mei Lin hadn’t been involved in the gang-banging of Yuriko on the previous night (that had been strictly for “C” and “D” graders only), and so she didn’t know of the uppity bitch’s downfall or her newly-discovered lesbianism. Mei Lin raised an interrogative eyebrow and was about to ask what Yuriko wanted – but then the tall Korean girl’s eyes widened in shock as this became apparent. Without saying a word, Yuriko lifted up the front of her red tartan school-uniform mini-skirt and exposed her bare and shaven pussy. Mei Lin gave a little gasp, and put the comb down on her desk, almost as if to steady herself. She looked at Yuriko expressionlessly for several heartbeats, and the latter began to fear that she had made a mistake. Then Mei Lin’s mouth curved slightly in a smile, and she matched Yuriko’s gesture, slowly lifting up the front of her own uniform skirt and revealing the naked pelvis and smooth-shaven cunt that was beneath. Yuriko felt almost dizzy as a wave of relief and excitement swept through her. Her supposition had been right after all: it was no accident that Mei Lin didn’t wear panties on gym lesson days – she didn’t wear them on other days either, because she was, like Yuriko, a lesbian “A” grader. Mei Lin closed the distance between them, as both girls continued to hold the hems of their skirts above their waists, exposing their pussies. Mei Lin spoke faultless grammatical English, but always with a lilting sing-song accent that made her seem more exotic and exciting: ‘So, I think I like you better like this, Yuriko’. As Mei Lin spoke, she reached forwards and with an economy of effort that spoke of experience, she speared her index finger into Yuriko’s vagina, right up to the knuckle. Finding that there was no protest from the younger Asian girl, and that her pussy-lips were parted and slick with wet arousal, Mei Lin swirled her finger around for a moment inside Yuriko’s slit, and then stroked a fingertip along it, from bottom to top and ending with a flicking rub of her thumb very near to Yuriko’s tender clitoris. Yuriko was delighted at Mei Lin’s response: the gorgeous Korean girl had accepted her sexual overture, and was more than responding to the invitation! Yuriko gave a soft sigh, and her body quivered at the sensations induced by Mei Lin’s deftly expert caress. The latter saw this, and her smile widened, revealing her perfect white teeth. The slim and elegant Korean made Yuriko gasp with arousal as her finger slid back down the younger girl’s pussy, probing and parting her labia, and she spoke in a soft husky whisper: ‘You come with me.’ Then Mei Lin laughed, shook her back her rippling mane of shiny black hair, and repeated her words, but now with an unmistakeable emphasis upon the second word that was redolent with the promise of passion: ‘You cum with me!’ And then, taking her new girlfriend by the hand, Mei Lin led the younger Asian teen across to her bed for the first of many, many nights of lust and lesbian love-making. And what of Yuriko after this? Well, she was always a quick learner and hard working at her studies, and before long both she and Mei Lin were given their “B” grade, and then their “C”. But, despite her increasing expertise and her willingness to anything that a lover wanted, in that grade she would always stay – for her true nature was indeed to be a submissive cunt. If you have made it to the end, congratulations! It is something of a marathon – but then, so was Yuriko’s sexual education! I did not expect the story to become as long as this, but it just kept on growing as I was writing it. I hope that you have enjoyed it – if so, do check out my other stories ... you might like them too ... (to find them, follow the author link at the top of this story)

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2009 Each year in June, the MD and owner of the company that I work for hosts a staff party at her spacious house in the hills outside the city, and I am going to tell you about what happened the first time that I attended. I was then just over 30, and had joined the firm seven months previously; I was in a middle management position, doing well and marked out as being on the fast track to the top. The event was ‘bring your partner’, but at that point I had no ‘significant other’, and in any case I probably wouldn’t have taken her even if I did. After several unsatisfactory attempts at boyfriends in my teens, I had discovered when at college that I am a lesbian, but I was not publicly ‘out’ in my professional life. I am what is often called ‘striking’, mainly because of my height, which is just over six foot. I am quite willowy, but not without some curves, and there is enough to my bust and ass for you to get a grip on. My brunette hair is styled to shoulder length, and I have dark eyes and lashes, and full lips. The party was a classy event and the dress code was formal wear, with men in bow ties and dinner jackets, and the women in full-length evening gowns – many of which compensated for their length by barely existing above the waist. My choice was not more daring than most, but it was nearly backless and plunged between my breasts, which were cupped in a gathered halter-neck top. Its wine red colour set off my healthy tan and dark hair; under it my shoes had only a low heel, as I was already taller than most of the men as it was, and I had learnt that many of them resented that. Ms Geraldine Morton’s house was lovely, beautifully proportioned and constructed of white stone in a classic neo-Palladian style. It had been built by her father, from whom she had inherited both the mansion and the company – and also, fortunately, his business drive and talents. The firm is in the advertising and marketing industry, and it had prospered and expanded under her control during the previous nine years; indeed, its growth was the reason why I had been attracted to it, from an older-established but rather staid rival. The house had extensive grounds with a pool, and there were several large indoor reception rooms, all tastefully arranged for the event. All of the approximately two hundred employees came, and there was also a wide selection of our clients and contacts in the press, city government, and so on. I took a cab out there and found the party in full swing, with at least two-thirds of the guests having already arrived. There was a jazz band playing on the patio, and disco music in an indoor ballroom. I drifted around, making small talk with the relatively few staff and clients that I knew. There was quite a lot of toned and attractive female flesh on view, and a few that set the pulse racing, but it seemed that they were all hooked up with husbands or boyfriends. My eye was caught by a stunning black woman of around my own age, maybe a year or two older. She had rich black hair that fell in cascading curls to her shoulders, and her flat stomach highlighted the swell of the full bust above it – easily double D cup – and the curvaceous flare of her hips below. But what really drew my gaze like a magnet was not just her superb body, nor the lively animation of her expression and gestures, but the remarkable dress that she was wearing. It was not by any means one of the most revealing in its upper half – indeed, its attraction was in part that it concealed more than many, showing a full cleavage but only a limited amount of her breasts. It was two things: firstly, it was in a creamy white satin that was an extraordinarily effective contrast with the deep black of her smooth skin; secondly, whilst it was extensive in its drape, it had a long slash on each leg. Whenever she walked or turned, it revealed an expanse of vividly-contrasting black skin, almost to her hip. In fact, I became convinced that if one was standing at the right angle at her side, you would see across to at least the base of her cunt, if not more, and I began to wonder if she was wearing any panties underneath it – there was no sign of them, but it might be a brief black thong, which would hardly show. I’m not sure if she noticed me watching, or just noticed me – for we had one thing in common, which was that we were two of the tallest women at the party. At any rate, on one occasion that I was looking her way she caught my eye, and gave a slight smile. I thought that perhaps I had been checking her out a little too obviously, and with a slightly embarrassed flush I ducked away and went to cool off with a glass of chilled Chardonnay and a walk in the grounds. The black woman had been surrounded by a thicket of admiring men (several of whom had also been trying to get the angle to see her pussy), and she had been laughing and joking with them, laying an elegant hand first on one shoulder and then another. As the evening passed, I encountered her on several more occasions, and indeed she was so striking it was hard to miss her – most of the guests, like me, were Caucasian, only a few had our height, and none had her lithe grace and stylish dress sense. I thought I felt her gaze on me from time to time, but I couldn’t be sure – sometimes when I glanced across, it was if she had been looking my way and had just turned away, but it could have been my over-active imagination. So it was something of a surprise when, close to midnight, I was picking a few nibbles from the nearly-depleted buffet in one of the less crowded rooms, and realised that she was beside me with her hand brushing close to mine as we both reached into the same bowl. She gave a laugh in a rich mellow voice, and introduced herself as Miranda Walters. I told her my name in return, and explained that I was relatively new in town and that this was my first midsummer party. She nodded and said she thought that was the case, and I felt quite flattered when she remarked that she would have remembered me if I had been there last year. I was sure she did not work for the company, for I would certainly have noticed her at the office, but she didn’t reveal what her occupation was – when I probed a little by asking how she came to be at the party, she just smiled and said that she had known Geraldine for quite a while. Miranda seemed to have shaken off her posse of male pursuers, and when I mentioned this she rolled her eyes theatrically and said ‘thank goodness’; they were only after one thing, she said, and whilst she wanted to be polite it had been starting to get tiresome with all the competitiveness and the sexual innuendo, and even an attempted grope from a couple of the bolder (or drunker) spirits. I shared the laugh with her, and was again flattered when she said that I must get the same problem, but I blushed and shrugged it off, saying that I was not as beautiful as her. She insisted that I was, and remarked that my figure was in lovely proportion. We talked for a while, and I began to think her interest was more than just friendly sisterhood; we were definitely moving into flirting, and with her expressive gestures she was touching my hands and arms much more than was necessary. No one seemed to intrude into our little bubble of space, and I began to feel a mounting thrill that had me getting a bit sweaty between the thighs and moist in my pussy. Finally, as one more overtly sexually ambiguous remark topped another, she paused and put her hand over mine where it was resting on the table, tracing her fingers to my wrist. She looked me directly in the eyes and said; ‘If you haven’t been here before, would you like to see around? Geraldine won’t mind – at these events, only her private rooms are off-limits, and there are lots of other places.’ Her lips were slightly parted in a way that made me want to taste them right there and then, no matter who was looking, but this sounded like some sort of invitation to find a more discrete place – and it was clear that she was sexually interested in me. I said that I would love to, adding meaningfully ‘if it’s just the two of us – I’d love a private show.’ ‘Oh, yes’, she replied eagerly, slipping an arm deliciously around my waist, ‘it’s just a party for two’. That exchange removed all doubts, and I felt heady with excitement and anticipation, as the wetness in my crotch soaked the gusset of my skimpy panties – I had never been picked up (for that’s what it was) by so stunning a beauty, or ever before had the opportunity to make love to a black or Asian woman. Miranda steered me through to the hall, and said: ‘let’s start the tour at the top’. She released my waist and led the way up the broad staircase, giving me a close view of her magnificent ass swaying from side to side in the tight satin dress as I followed behind her. There were two upper floors, and when we reached the highest she drew me close and then, as there was no one on the landing or in the corridor, pulled me against her warm body and found my lips with hers. I parted them for a deep tongue-twining kiss that left me short of breath for all the right reasons, and gazed at her speechless as she pulled back. Her hand dropped from my right shoulder to cup and squeeze my breast, and at my eager moan she nodded. With the lights of humour and lust dancing in her eyes, she said softly ‘I had to be sure’, and then she took me along the corridor, past seven or eight closed doors. We stopped in front of one which she opened quietly and peered inside, and then beckoned me to follow. It was a bedroom, but clearly not in regular use – there were no personal items in it, and it had that neat and tidy look that spoke ‘spare room’. Miranda closed the door behind us, clicking the latch so that only someone with the key could enter after us. Then she turned back and gazed at me for a timeless moment, and I drank in her dark beauty in return. Miranda lifted her hands to enclose both of my breasts, and gave them a firm squeeze as she said in a husky voice: ‘I want to fuck you ... and I want you to fuck me!’ I’ve gone to heaven, I thought, and then: no, heaven has come to me. Her fingers traced down the deep opening in the front of my ball gown, and then slid up and went underneath it, finding my naked breasts – for the design of the dress had made wearing a bra out of the question. As her fingers found my nipples, I though I would faint from arousal, and it was as much to steady myself as to return the favour that my hands went to her shoulders, and then to begin unfastening the halter neck of her gown. It proved to have a fairly simple clip artfully hidden under a silk bow, and when I unsnapped it the dress fell apart on each side down to her hips. An acre of sumptuous black skin was revealed, and two of the shapeliest, firmest breasts that it has ever been my privilege to hold, lick and suck – as I at once proceeded to do with these globes of joy. ‘Aaahhh, yes, go for it, gal, mmmm’, she moaned, and I realised that her nipples were highly sensitive. I slowed my pace, making it softer and more tantalising, and my tactic scored a bull’s eye. She began to writhe in my arms, not in objection but in unconstrained pleasure, and her head fell backwards, with cascades of hair hanging down her back and her throat exposed in complete surrender to the moment. I slipped an arm around her waist to hold her steady, and applied the other hand to one breast and my mouth to the other. Her breathing took on a ragged syncopation of increasing pace, and I could tell that I was taking her to an orgasm just from the attentions that I was devoting to her mammaries. Her hands were still holding my breasts, and her grip tightened convulsively – almost painfully – as the climax took her to a crescendo, and she gave a high-pitched cry of ‘yes! yes! oh – fuck! – yesssss!!’ I released her breasts and she stood back a pace, slightly tottering in the aftermath. The nostrils of her attractive broad nose were flared and her eyes were still hot with unsatiated lust. In a throaty voice, she instructed: ‘get this dress off me!’ She turned around, and I knelt behind her and found the other fastening at the bottom of the back, where the fabric that enclosed her breasts swept around to meet just above the cleft of her buttocks – above that, her back had been bare. With the halter neck already undone, as soon as I opened this the whole creamy concoction tumbled to her ankles; she stepped out of it, but took care to drape it carefully over the back of a small chair. I was breathtaken by what I saw – she had a superb physique for a woman in her early 30s, and clearly kept herself even fitter and more toned than I did myself – and, without boasting, I can say I was both slim and trim. I had already admired her full swinging breasts, adorned by paler milky-brown aureoles and stiffly erect nipples; now I saw her smooth stomach muscles, flowing hips and toned thighs. I had been right about the panties – there was a tiny thong in an attractive, expensive-looking combination of black transparent gauze and lace; I wasted no time in pulling this down and off as well. She was wearing no stockings, and like myself had shoes with only an inch of heel – black again, with elegant straps over the foot and ankles. Her shapely ass was right in front of me, and I kissed her first on one cheek and then the other, before pushing my tongue into her cleft, licking at her asshole. She gave a slightly startled squeal, but then responded by moving her legs apart, and thrusting her chest forwards and her bottom out behind her. My tongue pushed in further, nibbling at her puckering anus, whilst I brought one hand up between her thighs to take a firm grip of her pussy. This was rewarded with another squeal which turned swiftly into a moan of pleasure, as I firmly pushed my index-finger at least three inches into her. She was very aroused, lubricated and easy to penetrate, and I began finger-shafting her whilst still teasing and nibbling around her ass. She whimpered, and with a convulsive shudder she came a second time. I felt in command of the situation, more than I usually do – I’m not particularly dominant and like to share the love-making roles, but there are times when you want to be in control and this was one of them. With my hands on her hips, I rotated her unresisting body until her cunt was now presented to my mouth. Her pudenda were rich and swollen, and coated with juices from the two orgasms which she had already enjoyed. Its sight, smell and taste were irresistible, and I attacked it with my mouth, lapping up her juices and thrusting deep within her vagina. ‘Oh, yeh, yeh, baby’, she grunted, ‘lick me – suck me – FUCK ME!’ My lips were clamped round her pussy like a limpet, I was intoxicated by the scent and taste of her black skin, and my tongue quested roughly for her clitoris. As I found it, she gasped, and begged to sit down before her legs gave way. I removed my mouth and released her hips from my grip, and she took two steps backwards to find the side of the big double-bed which was in the centre of the room. Sinking down on the mattress, she spread her legs as wide apart as possible, thrusting her cunt outwards in wordless invitation. I enjoyed a moment of rapturous appreciation of the wonderful sight: her hungry eyes, half-open mouth, and dishevelled hair; her magnificent breasts, coated with a sheen of sweat; her open legs and at their centre her gaping pussy lips, moist and vividly pink against the dark skin and the cropped matting of black hair around them. Truly, I am not sure if I have ever seen a more beautiful woman, a more wanton pose, or a more definite promise of sexual fulfilment. ‘Fuck, you’re magnificent!’ I said, and I could tell that my sincerity had pleased her. She shook her tumbled black hair, and announced with a joyous smile ‘I am the Lion Queen’, and then with real hunger she added ‘and I will eat you!’ – giving me a fake snarl and showing her teeth as she said this – ‘but first, paleskin squaw eat me!’ I thought she was getting her continents mixed up, never mind her ethnicity, but what the hell: she was full of warmth and humour, so eager and just so fucking sexy – she was rocking my world, and had barely touched me yet, in fact I still had all my clothes on! I gave a low imitation of a wolf howl, and crawled towards my target on hands and knees, bringing my face to her cunt and resuming my oral penetration with renewed vigour and determination. After an initial moan, she clamped her mouth closed and took short deep breaths through her nostrils. As my tongue pushed her vaginal walls apart and dove as deeply as I could reach, she clutched one of her breasts in one hand, mauling the tit quite roughly, and clamped the other hand on the back of my head, trying to pull me even further into her. I surfaced for a quick breath, and then used my teeth to nibble along the edges of her opening, a technique which usually produces fireworks and did not fail me now. I could her voice uttering a mixture of swear words interleaved with gasps and groans, and her vocal response encouraged me to bite a little harder than usual. She let out an ululating wail (and for a second I was worried someone would hear it and break down the door, thinking the person inside was unwell!), but it degenerated in the next few seconds to barking shrieks as I zeroed in on her clitoris, teasing it, sucking it, and carefully pulling it between my teeth. The effect of the latter was explosive: she was wracked with a series of shudders, and came for the third time even more strongly than before. I tasted the wash of her pussy juices, vacuuming them up with my mouth, savouring them with my tongue and swallowing them. She flopped back on the bed, and brushed a hand across her sweat-covered brow. ‘Wow!’ she said, ‘that was fantastic! I owe you, babe – and I always pay my debts!’ When Miranda rose to her feet, I stood up as well. She gently stroked my cheek, and kissed me tenderly on the lips. Then, slightly detaching herself, she said ‘you look real good in this, honey’, and ran her hands all over my front, ending by slipping them once again in between the bodice of my dress to find my breasts. I reached behind me to undo the fastenings, and my dress fell away from my body just as hers had done earlier. I was wearing more underneath than she had done: I had a pair of black hold-up stockings, and black satin panties that were shaped to sit high on the hip with a plunging front. Within seconds, she slid her hand inside them, to stroke my cunt and rub her knuckle up and down my opening. I closed my eyes to savour the sensations, and now it was her turn to steer me backwards towards the bed. She encouraged me to lie on it fully, on my back, and she climbed on to straddle my stomach. With one hand she reached behind her to continue probing at my pussy, and with the other she groped each of my breasts in turn. Then she shifted position and slid my panties from my hips to below my knees, and I completed the job by kicking them off. After this, she reversed position into a classic ‘69’, and lowered her pussy onto my eager and anticipatory face. I certainly hadn’t lost my appetite for her sweet sex, and resumed with if anything even more determination. As I was feasting on her cunt, her own face was poised just a few inches above my pussy, and she wasted no time in giving it vigorous attention. For several minutes we ate each other out, as she steadily and patiently worked me towards orgasm. We had been in the bedroom for quite a while by now, and the noise of the party had almost ceased. I realised that it must be at least 1.00 a.m., possibly later, but I certainly wasn’t going to stop short of obtaining delicious release from the tongue of my ebony goddess. However, just as I was feeling that my climax was about to break, the door into the bedroom opened. I was so preoccupied it took a few seconds for this development to register, and then I gave a horrified squawk of alarm. Standing in the doorway, her slim and elegant form silhouetted against the brighter lights of the corridor, was the owner of the house and my ultimate boss, Geraldine Morton. I had only met her twice before, very briefly and in formal situations – once at my interview, and once on my first day at work to welcome me to the firm. She had seemed a cool, slightly remote figure, a very handsome woman of around 40, a couple of inches less in height than me. Her Irish parentage had given her the ginger hair that she kept in a business-like short bob and her pale creamy skin tone (though expensive oils and beauty therapists certainly helped with that). In those brief meetings it had registered with me that she had a fine ripe figure, with the fullness of her bosom only partly concealed by her austere trouser-suit outfits. Earlier this evening I had looked at her with interest as she circulated amongst the guests, for although her black evening dress was in one of the more conservative styles on display, still it clung close to a figure that was as trim as a woman of half her age, and showcased a bust that many of them would have killed for. Then I had idly wanted to see more of her – now, I certainly didn’t! A cold chill swept through me as she folded her arms below her ample breasts, and enquired: ‘So, Miranda, you seem to have scored – who do we have here?’ My bubble burst in swift realisation, as the pointers all fell into place: Miranda’s failure to mention how she came to be at the party, her comment about knowing Geraldine for years, her familiarity with this upper and clearly more private part of the house, her confident occupation of this room. Shit! shit! shit!! SHIT!!! ran through my panicking mind: I was fucking the boss’s babe, and had been caught in flagrante delicto – and whilst Miranda surely was a delight, it couldn’t get much more flagrant than being discovered almost nude, in a 69 clinch, with my tongue deep in her pussy. I would be fired for sure: I would be clearing my desk in the morning – I saw my career crashing in flames. I tried to mumble something, anything, and to rise up, but Miranda’s weight on top of me pinned me down. Through a mist of apprehension, I heard her voice – unconcerned, soothing, and telling me not to worry, it’s all OK. Then Geraldine shifted position slightly and more of the corridor light fell on her face – and with huge relief I could see that she was not angry, but smiling. She closed the door behind her and walked over to the bed, whilst Miranda smoothly rolled off me to lie alongside, propped up on one elbow, amusedly regarding her new trophy and her older lover. I was still paralysed from shock and remained flat on my back, unintentionally affording my boss a clear view and full access to all my charms. She let her hand fall lightly on my right breast and traced across to the left one, giving the nipple a firm tweak. Still closely watching my face, her hand moved down my body to touch me between the legs, and I gave a short gasp of surprise and pleasure. ‘Mmmm, she’s quite a stunner’, Geraldine told Miranda, ‘well done, sweetie.’ My boss then met my eyes directly, and in a few words she explained that she and Miranda particularly enjoyed threesomes, and were always on the lookout for suitable additions to their games – in particular, at this annual party Miranda was always commissioned to find a new girl to join their circle. Geraldine also made two other points clear, politely but firmly: this could never be spoken of at the office, and whilst they would love it if I became one of their group of fuck-buddies, I must not expect any special treatment or privileges at work to result from it. I nodded my agreement, and then reinforced it by saying ‘That’s fine – I wouldn’t want it any other way’. Geraldine gave a warm smile that transformed her face, making her look at least five years younger. Then she gathered up the hem of her evening dress, languorously lifting the thin material to bunch around her waist. As I lay on the bed looking up at her, I had a grandstand view: she was wearing nothing at all beneath the dress (apart from shoes) and, after what seemed endless tanned leg, her pubes were revealed to be smoothly shaven, so every detail of her womanhood was evident. When the dress was completely above her hips, she swung across the bed, straddling me and lowering her cunt down onto my face. She took my head in her hands, guiding my mouth to her ripely-scented vagina. ‘I want what she’s had – now!’ she instructed. There is a God in heaven, I thought, and She is wonderful. I had made love to plenty of women over the years, but always one at a time – I had never experienced a threesome before. The view which I had looking upwards as Geraldine brought her pussy down to ride on my face was absolutely stunning – she was a very handsome woman, mature and full-figured, and I was so turned on by her. My fingers reached around her thighs to prise her labia apart, and my tongue eagerly pressed in between them, sucking up her wetness and thrusting further inside. With the third or fourth slice of my tongue up and down her vagina, flicking across her clit, she closed her eyes and arched her back. Miranda had risen from the bed and came up behind her lover, and just at this moment she slipped her fingers under the straps of Geraldine’s dress, easing them off her shoulders and letting the dress tumble down at each side. This revealed Geraldine’s large U-shaped breasts, which sagged only very slightly as the underwiring in the bodice of her dress fell away. My perspective on them from underneath her pelvis was so erotic that I nearly came, and I gave a kind of gasp. Because my mouth was pushed into Geraldine’s pussy, this sent a jet of air into her vagina, and she gave a curious sideways shake of her hips whilst a shudder ran through her body. The shudders continued as Miranda reached round from behind to cup and fondle her ripe breasts, pulling and slightly pinching the erect nipples. I had resumed my eating out of Geraldine, tasting her increasing wetness, when the next thing that I knew was a sudden penetration of my own vagina by something hard, wide and ribbed. The surprise as much as anything made me jerk my head upwards, which rammed my tongue deeper into Geraldine than I had gone before. She gave a kind of sob, and moaned ‘oh! yes! – do it more, do it more!’ Miranda had left the bed for a moment, and from some drawer had extracted a long, flexible double-ended dildo made of dark purple plastic. She had worked one end into my cunt, twisting it in and out until at least seven inches was inside me. Then she bent the other end upwards, so that it formed a curved L-shape. Miranda climbed back on the bed, spread her knees and lowered her pussy down over the other end of the dildo. Within a few seconds, a long section of it vanished into her, so that only a few inches remained visible between her hole and mine. Miranda began to ride up and down on the dildo, pushing it into me with every downstroke, whilst her hands found Geraldine’s tits again and squeezed them roughly. I had never experienced anything as stimulating as this before, having my mouth full of moist pussy and its seeping juices, and simultaneously being reamed out by the hard and deep thrusts of the dildo. An orgasmic wave spasmed through me – it must have been a double or triple orgasm, again a first time for me. I’m not sure if I could have lasted much longer, but almost immediately Geraldine reached her climax as well. She bent forwards at the waist, and her hands gripped my head, shoving it into her even harder. At the same time, her head went back, and she gave a series of shrill yelps, aimed at the ceiling. Geraldine came all over my face, and I lapped up as much of her cunny-juices as possible. After taking a few deep and shaky breaths, Geraldine climbed off me and discarded her dress completely, kicking off her shoes as well. I was still lying on my back on the bed, and before I could gather my wits to rise, Miranda got on top of me and lowered her large swinging breasts onto my face for some oral attention. I was happy to oblige; they were superbly shaped, quite apart from the exotic appeal of her black skin and the lighter creamy-brown of the aureoles and nipples. Miranda was crouched over my body on her knees, which had the effect of sticking her ass up in the air and separating her buttocks. This was too tempting a sight for Geraldine, and this time I noted which drawer in the dressing-table near the window she opened. Her choice proved to be a strap-on, which she quickly stepped into and buckled in place. Without saying a word, she got onto the bed behind Miranda’s butt, and began to fuck her doggy-style. Geraldine’s hands gripped Miranda’s waist, and she started a slow rhythm of thrust and withdrawal. Miranda gloried in the attention of being in the middle of our threesome, with one woman sucking her tits and kneading her breasts whilst another shafted her pussy. She began to push her hips backwards to coincide with Geraldine’s impaling of her cunt, giving a low deep moan which turned into a gasp each time the strap-on reached its point of maximum penetration. Miranda lost all control, gripping my shoulders as if she was about to be swept away by a tidal wave, and pouring out a torrent of demands and pleas to fuck her more, harder, deeper. At last, after much longer than I expected, her body jerked in a profound orgasm, and she collapsed on top of me with her full breasts smothering my smaller ones. Geraldine gave her black babe an affectionate (but quite firm) slap on the rump, and with a sigh the younger woman rolled off me to lie alongside, on her back. However, there was to be no rest for me, nor did I need any. Geraldine said ‘now it’s my turn’, and she beckoned me to stand up. I was expecting that she would want to fuck me with the strap-on, but it turned out to be quite the opposite. Instead, my boss unfastened it and buckled it onto me, cinching the straps firmly around my waist. Then she clambered onto the prone form of Miranda, getting into the 69 position. Geraldine’s ass was towards me, and I saw Miranda’s face framed underneath it, whilst her fingers spread the older woman’s labial lips and licked them wetly. Geraldine raised her head from sucking on Miranda’s pussy, and ordered me crisply to ‘fuck the living daylights outta me’. I moved up to the edge of the bed, and Geraldine’s hand guided the tip of the strap-on to her pussy hole. She arched her back, pushing against me so that about an inch of it slid into her. ‘Give it to me,’ she gasped, ‘drill me for oil.’ ‘Yeah,’ laughed Miranda, ‘she’s a gusher, all right!’ I needed no more encouragement: the prospect of fucking the boss was incredibly arousing, and I was determined to give her it all –a real bone-shaking pussy-pounding. I was so fired up that I had no restraint left, and with a volcanic thrust of my hips I rammed the dildo into her, deep and fast. Geraldine was no novice, and she responded to my forcefulness, spreading her legs and opening her vulva. I rode her hard, gripping first her hips and then her shoulders to give me the leverage to drive in the plastic cock for its full length with every stroke. To have this mature woman like putty in my hands was amazing, and her being my boss made it even more delectable. We were both sweating and gasping, and such was the force of my battering-ram shafting that she abandoned trying to keep her mouth on Miranda’s pussy, and shoved two fingers into the black woman’s cunt instead. I stepped up the pace of my thrusts with the strap-on, and Geraldine began to buck and thrust her hips in the same rhythm as the penetrations, whilst matching them in the pistoning of her fingers in and out of Miranda’s vagina. We were all gasping and shuddering in complete abandon, and I don’t know if we could have kept building it much longer – but, quite suddenly, Geraldine collapsed panting with a huge orgasm. The sight of her ripely-screwed body was so exciting that I came as well from the sheer thrill of it, slumping on top of her, with my breasts pressed against her back. Miranda gave a groan from underneath and told us both to get off, we were too heavy. Somehow I recovered command of my legs and staggered to my feet, withdrawing the plastic cock from Geraldine’s vagina with a wet sucking pop. When she arose, she undid and removed the strap-on from my waist, and then softly ran her fingers along my moist slit, probing and stroking. She and Miranda put me onto the bed on my back once again, with my legs spread open and dangling over the side. Geraldine moved to lie beside me, watching as her black lover picked up and put on the discarded strap-on. Miranda stood between my thighs, then she gripped each ankle and hoisted my feet into the air to rest against her shoulders. This put my pussy in a submissive, vulnerable position; it was wet and open, and angled just right for the strap-on to spear into it in a downwards direction. Miranda locked her eyes onto mine and then – without shifting her gaze – she leaned her weight forwards, and the plastic cock thrust into me. Its pressure was both wonderful and alarming, as it penetrated further than I ever went with a vibrator. However, after this first hard and deep entry, she withdrew it and began a campaign of short, sharp plunges, in and out. Whilst Miranda was fucking me in the missionary position, Geraldine started to give attention to my breasts; her sucking and tweaking of my nipples added to the amazing sensations that were coursing through my body. This was the first time ever that I had been in the middle of a threesome, getting attention from two women at the same time. The sight of Miranda’s stunning black body thrusting between my legs, the sensations radiating out from my cunt as she vigorously, almost brutally, fucked me, and the stimulation of my nipples by my boss’s adept tongue, all combined to produce the biggest orgasm that I have ever had. It was amazingly erotic experience, one which I realised had so many possible permutations, and I determined there and then to enjoy it again whenever possible. After a few moments lying sprawled as we all recovered our breath, the two women each took one of my hands and led me to their master bedroom – a large, beautifully-proportioned room with three tall windows which overlooked the garden and swimming pool. In the centre was a huge circular bed, with ample room for three. We lay down, with me in between them, and I slipped off my hold-up stockings – one of which had acquired a long tear – and joined them in complete nakedness. Our sexual energy was quite spent, but we enjoyed the look and the closeness of our bodies and gently caressed each other. After a while, I fell asleep, to be woken in the morning light by Miranda’s hand questing for my pussy. Half awake, I rolled over onto my back and spread my legs wide. I heard a husky laugh, and opened my eyes wider to see Miranda lying next to me wearing nothing but a strap-on, and Geraldine (who had laughed) watching us with interest. The older woman was wearing a white bathrobe, which she had pushed one hand inside and was clearly fingering her pussy. After a few minutes of Miranda’s teasing and fondling of my cunt, which parted easily for her fingers, she got on top of me and thrust the plastic cock into my vagina. I learned later that the missionary position was her favourite, because she loves to look a woman in the face whilst she fucks her, and can see from her expressions when to go slow and when fast, and when the moment of climax is approaching. So it was with me that golden sunny morning, as she took it slowly, building and building my passion and giving me no release until I was finally shrieking and begging for it – then she switched her grip to my hips, lifted my buttocks a couple of inches off the bed, and gave me three much harder and faster shafts, until I came on the third stroke like a firework explosion inside my head. As I slumped back on the sheets, Miranda pulled out – my vagina was so sensitive, this was an erotic experience in itself. Geraldine flung off her robe, revealing that she was naked apart from the support that an underwired sky-blue bra was giving to her ample breasts, and she plunged her head between my spread thighs to lick up all of my juices, and then lapped deeper until, almost in convulsions, I came again. I lay looking up at the ceiling in a kind of daze, until Miranda chuckled and slapped me affectionately on the thigh, saying ‘get up lazybones – we’ve got all day ahead of us!’ I spent the rest of that Sunday at Geraldine’s mansion, just myself and the two of them. I don’t recall all of it – some is just a blur, but the highlights that remain include Miranda and myself taking a shower together in their spacious bathroom, as Geraldine watched with masturbatory excitement Miranda’s dark figure and my pale one mingling under the stream of water. Later in the day, we lay nude on recliners by the pool, drinking cocktails and chatting; then, to cool off (though it didn’t exactly have that effect), Geraldine got into the pool wearing only a strap-on, and I lowered my naked body into the cool water until the dildo shaft was fully inside my pussy. Whilst the older white woman slowly fucked me underwater, she held me so that I could eat out her younger black lover’s cunt, as Miranda sat on the edge of the pool with her legs wide apart and her feet in the water. Eventually, as dusk drew in, this amazing day of new experiences came to an end. Geraldine ordered a taxi to take me back to my apartment, and before I left she reminded me that all of this was quite separate from our professional work, and could not be even hinted at there. So, when two days later we passed in the corridor, we simply gave each other the kind of nod and half-smile that passes between a company MD and a mid-level executive. But after I arrived home on Thursday evening, there was a phone call from Miranda inviting me to the mansion on a Sunday later in the month, ‘to meet a few close friends’. She emphasised the word ‘close’ in a sultry way, and I couldn’t resist the reply: ‘I’d love to be close to any friends of yours, honey’. Miranda gave a husky laugh, and told me it was a lingerie party – no need to trouble over a smart dress, but to wear and bring several sets of my favourite and sexiest underwear. I was hot and flushed when I put down the phone. Oh, wow! – not only was it clear that threesomes with them were going to be a regular part of my sex life from now on, but in the meantime I got to do my second most favourite thing – shop for lingerie. I shucked off my work clothes, had a quick shower, slipped on a silk wrap, and sat down at my computer. This called for something a bit special – everyone knew good old Victoria’s Secret and Agentprovocateur, but I wanted something a bit more unusual, and began perusing some of my favourite designers – Valisere, Diane Rubach (her Jasmine range looks great on a tall woman like me), Aubade, and so on. I began to browse and choose, fingering myself between the legs, partly over the pretty models in the pictures and partly imagining myself in each item, and Geraldine and Miranda removing it. Happy days ... If you enjoyed this, check out my other stories ... you might like them too ...

This complete story revolve around a lot of sexual themes that may be offensive to some readers. I don't mean to offend anyone so please read the themes and introductions before reading the chapters. If it doesn't sound like a story to get you horny and cumming, I won't be offended if you stop reading. Everyone else, ENJOY! HOUSESITTING DAY 0: The Day Before Chapter 2: Hot Ride I left Mike's house with my dick nearly back at full strength. I had cum on Steph's face only about ten minutes prior, but all that kissing and her climaxing on my fingers as she shook against me was enough to bring my erection back with a vengeance. Her sucking me clean after was also a big factor. I knew Madison would help me with my nagging erection on the way to school. She always did. One of her favourite things was giving road head. I bet I won't even have to ask. I couldn't believe what I had just done with my best friend's younger sister. God, she was sexy with those lips. I couldn't stop thinking about Steph's mouth on my cock the whole time I drove to my girlfriend's. By the time I pulled up to her place, I was ten minutes late and I had a raging hard-on which was twitching and begging to be touched. Madison stood impatiently tapping her foot which was clad in her sexy high heeled sandals. Her toe nails were painted to match the red leather of the sandals. She had long, generous legs topped with a short blue-plaid skirt. She knew I loved the schoolgirl look. Screw the look, I just loved schoolgirls. Her shirt was a blue to match one of the bright blue shades in her skirt, and had a deep V to show some awesome cleavage. She was scowling at me with her arms crossed around her school books. "We're going to be late again ." Her voice oozed venom as it left her dark pink lips. Her cheeks were blushed a pink to accentuate her sexy lips and she blinked her long eyelashes as she stared at me with her gorgeous, green eyes. That day, she wore her long, dark brown hair back in a loose pony tail which was super cute with the rest of her ensemble. "Sorry, babe. I got a little drunk last night." I said sheepishly as she stepped forward to open the door. "Where were you last night? I called and got no answer." Her voice had soften just the tiniest bit as she looked over at me with those smoldering eyes and said, "You're a bit of a mess." "I was at Mike's playing games." I said honestly. This seemed to appease her as she turned to face forward and I started to drive. My cock was still raging in my pants but I didn't want to push my luck with Madison just then. I could sense her fury hadn't completely dissipated. Five minutes into the thirty minute drive, Madison looked over at me and asked in a sharp, accusing tone, "Why's your cock so hard?" "It's that outfit, baby. It's got me all excited," I lied quite convincingly as I slid my hand up her bare thigh towards the high hem of her skirt. She smiled and said, "Oh really? Maybe I should help you with that." All traces of her bitchiness vanished as she reached over and rubbed my hard dick through my pants. "Oh wow, you are excited! I can feel you th robbing." She drew out the th in throbbing with a sexy hiss in my ear. Her smile widen as she spoke. Quickly, she had my belt and pants undone and my cock in her hands. "Oh baby. I'm going to suck you so good, but please don't mess up my hair." I knew I wouldn't have to ask. She leaned over and kissed the bulbous, purple tip, leaving an incredibly sexy pink lipstick mark on it. Then she moved down to mid shaft and did the same there. "Marking my territory," she explained with a feral look up into my eyes and an impish smile. Madison knew I couldn't keep my dick in my pants and knew that this was the best way to show her claim on me. With Madison being in summer school and studying so much to pass after failing the first time, my time with her became limited, so we agreed on a special arrangement. For the summer, I had free reign to fuck whoever I could while she was busy. Not wanting to permanently lose me, this was the best solution she could think of. It had blown my mind when she had suggested it. *** When Madison first told me the plan, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I thought she was joking but to prove to me that she wasn't, she told me to fuck the next girl I could and tell her all about it. That was the catch if you could call it one. She wanted to hear every detail afterwards. Her exact words were, "I gotta get off somehow when I can't be with you." That was probably why she had called the night before and why she was so pissed at not getting a hold of me. That first time "off my leash", I had fucked the shit out of the waitress who had taken our order only moments before Madison told me her dirty deal. She said the next girl I could, and that young waitress was the next girl. Throughout our dinner, I had flirted expertly with her and got unmistakably slutty signals back in return, so when it came time for dessert, I got up and pulled her out the back door into the alley. In moments, I had her bent over a trash can while I pumped her from behind. And, when I was about to cum, I pushed her down onto the filthy pavement and unloaded all over her pretty face so she'd be all dirty and covered in cum for the rest of her shift. I knew Madison didn't want me making love to these girls. I was just supposed to use them to get my rocks off. That's why I had treated the slutty waitress like a cheap, nasty whore. It worked perfectly. When I came back to the table and told Madison every dirty detail, she smiled viciously at my raunchiness and even laughed out loud when she saw the waitress come back in with messy, cum glued hair and a greasy, smudged uniform. After she'd stopped laughing, she'd told me my one mistake. "Do you know what you did wrong?" "What's that?" "I wasn't busy when you fucked her. I'll let it slide because that was so hot and hilarious, but keep that detail in mind in the future or I'll have to find naughty ways of punishing you." Something about that sounded hot and kinky. *** Madison slide her luscious lips over my shaft, taking a good three inches in her mouth. After licking and sucking it for a few minutes, she rose off my cock and asked, "You're not lying to me about going to Mike's are you?" She looked up from my lap with narrowed, piercing, deep green eyes. "No, I was at Mike's the whole night. I got drunk and passed out in his brother's bed. Why?" "You taste like skank," she said bluntly with a look that told me I'd better do better and revise my statement, "and I can smell pussy all over your thighs." I thought of Steph grinding her sopping wet panties against me. "Well, I passed out naked and Mike's got a sister." "Little Stephanie! You fucked little Stephanie?!" She shrieked, aghast and smacked my leg. "Ow! No, no, no, just a blowjob," I quickly clarified. "She just gave me a blowjob. I woke up to her straddling my thigh and touching my morning wood. I think she was curious after she saw Mike jerking off a couple of weeks back." "Wow! She's young !" "She's legal. How old were you when you started getting sexual?" She blushed and looked away. "Yeah, so quit judging and get back to sucking, baby." I urged her back down with my hand on the back of her head. She smiled, bent her head back down and devoured half my cock into her warm, wet mouth. Maddie's lips felt so good sliding up and down on my rock hard rod as she gave it a light sucking. I focused on the road to prolong my orgasm but I knew I was already getting close. "Yeah, suck me, you nasty bitch." Madison moan her approval of the name. She went back to jerking me, as she came up for air. Licking her smeared, red lips, she moaned in my ear, "Yeah, I'm your nasty bitch. Fill my mouth with your cum. I wanna be your dirty slut." Going back down on me, she took close to six inches of thick meat between her hot lips. I let out a long, deep moan as I felt the back of her throat. With her other hand, she gently squeezed my swollen balls. Stopped at a red light, I looked over at the raised truck beside me where in the passenger's seat I saw a young girl gawking at the show Madison and I were putting on for her. "Yeah baby. Show the little girl how to give a proper blowjob," I said loud enough for the passenger to hear. I looked over at the stranger and winked. Madison slid off my rod with spit and precum oozing from her lips. "Hi!" she said with a sweet smile as she lifted her one hand off my balls to give a little wave at the young, teen spectator. The girl had to be no older than Stephanie. I was getting extremely close and grabbed the back of Madison's neck, being very mindful of her pretty hair, and forced her firmly back down on my cock. Wanting to really shock the onlooker, I yelled, "Deeper, you dirty whore! Young Stephanie took more than that!" Maddie gagged and her throat convulsed on the head. She made sexy, wet gagging noise, "ga-ga-ga-ga", as I forced her head up and down like a dirty rag-doll. I looked over at the very young, very surprised girl and gave her a wicked smile. Just as the light turned green, I felt my cock start to twitch. I hit the gas and cried out, "Yeah, take my fucking jizz, you fucking cum guzzler!" My cock gave a huge throb deep in my girlfriend's mouth, and I released a long spurt of hot semen against the back of her gagging throat. Madison chocked and coughed on the large spurts of cum I was dumping down her throat. I sped up to well past the speed limit, as I held her down even harder on my throbbing, spewing cock. She made retching sounds but didn't quite vomit. Only a mixture of my big load and her phlegm ran out of her mouth and down my shaft onto my crotch. It was so hot and the adrenaline rush from the speed made it all the more amazing. I absolutely loved dirty, sloppy blowjobs. "Yeah gag on it, you slut! I love your nasty throat!" Once I was done splashing my hot, creamy glaze all over Madison's tonsils, I released her neck. She sprang up, and coughed more cum and phlegm that splattered all over my already sloppy cock. "Wow," she said, gasping for air. "Holy fuck, that made me sooo fucking wet, and," she paused to look in the sun-visor mirror, "you didn't even mess up my hair." She gave me a huge cum-glossed smile with trails of spit and semen running down her chin. We were about five minutes away from the school, so I turned to Madison, smiled and said, "Now clean up your fucking mess, you nasty bitch." Obediently, she bent over again to slurp up the cum, phlegm cocktail before licking and sucking my wilting shaft. I relaxed back, caressed Madison's juicy ass under her skirt, and drove the speed limit the rest of the way. END CHAPTER

Mark Evans was in his dungeon , the 20 year old had been a maledom for 6months now , not much of a looker he used his hypnotic skills to dominate , humiliate & use ladies over 50 including his 52 mom Joyce , who was currently collared , leashed & wearing spiked heels . Today grey haired married blonde Joyce was her son/ master's assistant as he dominated two new granny submissives . Nina Rogers & June Jones , Nina was a 56 year old teacher at Mark's former high school , at 5ft 4 red hair , she was all natural with big fat tits & ass, her husband was a balding overweight hardware store owner ,who was a lousy lay , & even though Mark had hypnotized her & hubby Ernie, Nina was glad she was getting some young cock & Ernie loved watching when he was allowed to (cuz he was now a cuckold ), June was a regular everyday housewife with a slim athletic figure & dark black hair , before she had been hypnotized she had never even sucked dick . Her husband Ward usually only fucked her missionary style with the lights off. 58 year old June was now being spanked by Joyce Evans , & she was also calling her Mistress on orders of her new Master Mark . Mark was watching the femdom spectacle as he skull fucked his former teacher Nina . Well endowed , Mark was over 10 inches long , but Nina still had a gag reflex & gagged on the young prick , choking on the sausage , Mark now switched his attention to June , who he had lick his balls , while his mother when to the bathroom put on a strapon & lubed the rubber penis.Then she proceeded to screw Nina up the cunt with the fake 12inch penis , Nina screamed in pain & ecstasy .No one could hear though , (cuz the basement dungeon , thanks to her cuckold hubby Bill who had done this on orders of his stepson Mark , who wanted a place where Bondage & bdsm could be had without others in the house even knowing , Joyce smirked knowing just last week , Bill had conducted some accounting business upstairs , while Mark had ass fucked her before he came all over her face & showered her in urine .Afterwards they took a water shower together & she was cleaned up before Mark locked her in the human cage & she slept on the cage floor and her master slept on the bed for the night. Bill's client would have been horrified on how Mark treated his cum slut mom . Joyce loved the fact she could indulge in submission without the neighbours knowing anything either. Back to the present Nina had nearly 3/4 of the fake dink in her cunt , next Joyce lubed up Nina's ass & shoved the fake phallus up her ass, as she felt , June's tongue licking her shithole . Before MARK had dominated her she had never had a woman lick her pussy or ass now it was a common occurrence. The only pussy she had licked though was her son's girlfriend Betty who was , 23 , & had a shaved cunt . As June licked Mark's moms asshole , Mark rammed his giant dong up her pussy , June was experiencing one orgasm after another , it was the biggest prick she ever fucked . June was cream pied with a massive load of mangoo. And without even being asked , Joyce & Nina ate their master's cream out of the granny pussy Master Mark pointed towards the washroom , as the three sex slaves casually & sexually walked to the bathtub , where all 3 ladies received their golden champagne . Covered facially with their master's urine . All 3 thanked Master Mark , before they washed up and went to spend a boring evening with their cuckold husbands. The Following Afternoon Betty was humiliating her boyfriend's mom on his orders , Joyce was on her hands & knees , dog-collared & leashed wearing short heels , Joyce was licking the 23year old lady's ass while master took pics . She led her soon to mother-in-law by the leash to the bathroom, where , the mature wench laid down on her back as the much younger femdom pissed all over her face , hair & tits , as MASTER MARK who was really enjoying the matronly humiliation experienced by his slave mom recorded the action on his cellphone. Covered in golden champagne Joyce was further humiliated when she was filmed mopping up the urine while her son/ master continued filming. Saturday Night Ernie loved the fact that Master Mark was allowing him to watch his wife Nina .being double-dildoed in his basement dungeon . Sonia was a tall , bigtitted grey haired English GRANNY , Mark had met her earlier at the market . 60 year old Sonia used to be a stripper & has big fake tits .Divorced , she had blown Mark in her car earlier in the day & now she was fucking dyke style with Nina . Nina's pussy was soaking wet , so Sonia started tonguing cunt for the first time in over 20 years , Nina took no time in reaching an orgasm , before , she returned the favor. Licking away Nina ate cunt like it was going out style, as Mark laughed & continued filming the submissive whores . Looking over at Ernie , he said , go home tonight & have your wife wack you off while you watch her being a dyke he giggled. "will do Mark , Ernie said gratefully ,(he hadnt had much action since his wife became a sexslave to 20year old maledom.) Til next time

CHAPTER 1 Max was 22 years old, unemployed , & smoking a joint while sitting on the living room sofa . Beside him as a smooth jazzy porn like song played ,his mom Carol(52) was 5ft 8 135 pounds with 38dd juggs danced a sexy dance in her 5 inch spiked heels while in her yellow bikini. His stepmom Joyce who dispised him only a month ago was now sucking on his 9inch penis. As Max got high from the pot Carol swung her hips gently to the music . Max had hypnotized her 6 weeks ago. He was a man in heaven , things were looking up as he watched 39 year old Joyce's head bob up&down at a more rapid pace. This bitch had broken up a happy home 2 years ago when she had seduced his father Bill a local accountant , who was now only a shill of a man whose only pleasure came from watching his son dominate, use & humiliate the women in his life. Max made him pay , once a year his father could fuck Joyce on their anniversary.Carol of course was off limits Chapter 2 Joyce had her mouth full & was now gagging on her tormentors prick , her pussy was wet , above her though Max was fixated on mom , Carol was stripping for him & Max loved it he had her take lessons on pole dancing & now shook her tits &ass like a pro.In appreciation he was gonna fuck the shit out her soon , His stepmom Joyce would have to make do with licking his balls & ass .And thats what happened, Max positioned mom in the doggy style position as Joyce got behind him & sucked his balls & gave him one her patented rimjobs. Max was about to explode a load so he had both wenches lay head to head as he jerked off & gave them both a jism facial. After which he took some photos of their jizz covered faces . He put one new photo bedside in both bedrooms of his 2 bedroom apartment. Chapter 3 Bill had gotten a phone call to come by Max's place he hadnt seen his wife Joyce for 4 days now , but he hoped Max was having fun with Joyce. He knew that Max had called so he could film him with his stepmom and or possibly his mom . Anyway as he arrived , he knocked on the door . Carol opened the door she was wearing nipple rings, a collar & leash & 7 inch thigh hooker boots (nothing else ) plus cum was running down her face. "Oh Hi Bill she said as if all was normal, the master is waiting for you in the living room, As Bill journeyed into the den he could see his wife was busy sucking on Maxs toes." Oh hi pops Max exclaimed "you can see that Joyce has a bit of a foot fetish he laughed . Did you bring the camera ? Yes i did sir Bill responded obediently . Great Max said. "Yo CUMSLUT he yelped at Carol go get me a beer i wanna gulp one down". "Yes son "Carol said obediently Chapter 4 Max had drank his third beer and now had to take a wicked piss. So both ladies who were now covered in facial jism, were lead by their collars & leashes by Master Max as pops filmed the goings on. Max was wearing a hood cuz he didnt want anyone to know he was a motherfucker (he laughed ).Bill had a hardon as they all headed to the small washroom. Max first lead his stepmom over the toilet and unloaded a vast amount of urine all over her face,tits and hair. Bill asked Max if he could jerk off while watching Max said no , Joyce can jerk you off when you get home (it was his gift to dad , he was feeling generous today , Max smiled). After the golden shower was complete he had Joyce kiss his cock & balls . "Thank you master " Joyce said after kissing Maxs privates.You are welcome pissbucket Max responded " now go get the mop & clean up the piss on the bathroom floor" yes sir his stepmom responded obediently. Chapter 5 After Joyce had cleaned up the piss on the floor , he had Joyce stinking of his pee stand beside Bill as Pops filmed scene 2 , Carol had some of his cum still on her face all crusty & shit so Max had her kneel in the bathtub as he peed all over his moms face & tits but not her hair. Covered in piss . He decided to have both moms stand on either side of Bill & he took a family photo of the three with his cellphone. This would be his prized possession ,His pissbucket moms standing with his wussy , wimpy father. Oh what a family reunion they had had today. Too bad tomorrow , was Monday & Bill had to work to support everyone. Tonight he would allow Joyce to go with her husband & wack him off, Tuesday she'd be back for more sex slave training. In the meantime Carol his mom should keep him horny & occupied. Chapter 6 Before Joyce left, Carol & her took a shower together. Both had huge knockers Joyce 40d & Carol 38dd , both washed the cum & piss off their faces, tits , hair, body & then sucked on each others nipples and tits . Meanwhile Bill kept filming , as the ladies started fingering one another.Max had completely dressed and was now watching these brainwashed lezzies go at it as he smoked another joint. This video he would watch tonight he planned to be lying on his kingsize bed as mom licked his balls & sucked his cock. "Bill get all the angles" he said as he watched Carol begin to fistfuck Joyce. "Pops do a good job & you maybe able to fuck Joyce before your anniversary" Bill liked that idea, but he liked what Max had just done to the ladies even more. Max had hypnotized him to become a hardcore cuckold.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2014 Although it had been three weeks ago now, I was still in a state of euphoric happiness over my selection for the senior cheerleading team of my high school. You had to be over sixteen years of age to be eligible, and at my first chance for a try-out – which with good fortune had happened just two weeks after my sixteenth birthday – I had been successful! I still could hardly believe it – I mean, I know, without false modesty, that I am really pretty and have a well-developed figure for my age, and I’m sporty and athletic too, but even so very few girls make it into the team at their first attempt, and I was still walking on air as a result. I also had a secret reason for being so thrilled, although this was not something that I could share with my friends. About a year ago, I had come to terms with the fact that only females engaged my sexual interest – that I was, and would forever be, totally one-hundred-per-cent lesbian. In truth, the realisation didn’t upset me at all – in fact, it was very much a relief that I no longer had to try and push myself into fancying boys. Instead, I could give free rein to my imagination as far as sex with girls and women was concerned, and indulge in fantasies about not just pop stars and television actresses, but also the people around me who I saw every day. The problem was that it was just imagination, for I was too scared of the social and family consequences of exposure to risk making an overt approach to anyone, in case I had misjudged them. I did not know how I could safely indicate my availability, and I was too inexperienced and lacking in confidence to know if someone else was sending out sapphic signals. So I had to content myself with a luridly imagined fantasy sex-life, accompanied by daily masturbation. Fortunately, I’m an only child and both my parents work downtown, so I have our little suburban house to myself for a couple of hours each day when I get home from school. The first part of that time – my little ritual – was that I would go into my bedroom, close the curtains, and then slowly undress myself, with plenty of caresses to breasts and cunt, all the time imagining that it was some particular person who was seducing and making love to me. Once naked, or nearly so, I would lie down on my bed on my back, spread my legs, and finger or poke my pussy until I climaxed, whilst still imagining that the same female was fucking me. A couple of months ago, by chance, I discovered where my Mom keeps her vibrator, and since then I take that into my room and use it on myself, afterwards wiping it dry and replacing it exactly as I had found it. Sometimes, when pleasuring myself in this way, I would think of one or other of my best friends of my own age, but most often I pictured one of our teachers, as I have always been turned on by the sexual charisma of an experienced woman. For some time now, my most frequent fantasy was that I was being fucked by Ms Templeton – I really had a crush on her, partly for her looks but also for her manner, which was a mixture of authoritative command which sent a real thrill through every fibre of my being, and also a fund of warmth and kindness. She was a strikingly handsome woman in her late 20s, about a dozen years older than me: a tall slim leggy blonde, with eye-catching curves of a full bust, narrow waist and a trim athletic ass. Best of all – and one of the reasons for my euphoria – was that Ms Templeton was the coach for the senior cheerleaders. Now I would have lots more contact with her, and not as just one student amongst the thirty in her geography class, but in the informal setting of the cheerleading squad – where I would be skipping about in our team’s delightfully skimpy uniform, flashing my panties as often as I could manage! There was something about our beautiful blonde coach that resonated in my heart and even more vibrantly in my cunt, and I had a feeling, just an instinct – although I knew full well that it might be just wishful thinking – that she might be on the same sexual wavelength. From time to time I saw a hint that encouraged my hopes, such as the carefully casual glances which she gave some of the girls when we practiced the more panty-revealing or bust-bouncing routines, or the lingering – almost caressing – touch of her fingers on the bare forearm of our team captain as they discussed tactics. Best of all, I had recently sometimes caught a glimpse from the corner of my eye of the coach looking at me when she thought I was unaware of it, and I also remembered the gleam in her regard when she told me that I had passed the audition and been selected for the squad. On this particular school day, it was nearing the end of the lunch break, before the afternoon lessons, and I was walking back from the school refectory towards the wide central hallway in the main block, along which at intervals were placed the blue-painted metal lockers for each student to use. I was with my friend Rosalita (about whose lusciously-curved Hispanic body I also had plenty of pussy-drenching fantasies), but I was only half listening to her inconsequential chatter, as I was also indulging in a little daydream of making out with Ms Templeton in her classroom after all the other students had left, of crawling under her desk, pulling her panties down to her ankles, spreading her knees apart and licking her pussy – I wasn’t exactly sure of what one did to give oral sexual satisfaction, but I reckoned that if I tried everything and tried hard enough, some of it would be bound to work! We turned the corner from the side corridor into the main hall and began strolling casually along it, heading past the lockers of the 12th and 11th graders and down towards our 10th grade ones. The hall was moderately busy with boys and girls coming and going, some of them opening their lockers and others standing talking in small groups. My eyes lit up, as I spotted coming towards us from the far end of the hall none other than the object of my desire, Ms Templeton. However, she had not yet seen me, partly because Rosalita and I were still about fifty feet away, and partly because her attention seemed to be to the side rather than ahead to where she was going. The cheerleading coach was casually glancing at the lockers as she passed them, and I also noticed that in her right hand she was carrying a small square of folded paper, which she was tapping against her lips in an absent-minded sort of way. By now I was about forty feet away, and hoping that Ms Templeton would notice me – that she might even (longing sigh!) engage me in conversation ... perhaps even (pussy-tingling thought!) let slip some seemingly-casual remark that would make it clear that she thought I was a hot little bitch and that she wanted to rip all my clothes off, throw me across her bed, and fuck me senseless ... and I would flutter my eyelashes at her, smooth a hand across my chest to emphasise the swell of my breasts, and telegraph that she only had to say where and when, and I was hers, hers, all hers ... ooooohh! that image turned me on so much that I had to almost clamp my thighs together, wobbling slightly as I walked, to stop myself from coming there and then! With a jerk, I returned to reality. Rosalita was still chattering and Ms Templeton was still some way ahead, and (so much for daydreams!) had not yet noticed me at all. Instead, the smartly-dressed teacher paused as she came to the end of the 10th grade lockers, and in fact stopped quite near to where mine was; my surname starts with a ‘Y’, and so I am in the very last line of lockers for my year. Because of this, the locker that is next to mine on the right is one of the first set of the 11th grade ones – and by a happy chance, it belongs not to just anyone, but (because her surname is Adams) to Susie, the captain of the senior cheerleaders. The slightly distracted look on Ms Templeton’s attractive features cleared and was replaced by the beginning of a satisfied smile, and she half-turned towards the lockers. However, the motion remained incomplete, because at that precise second an authoritative voice from behind her, further down the hallway, called out her name: ‘Ah – Ms Templeton! Good, good – a word, if you please!’ It was Mr Kovac, the Principal of our high school. Ms Templeton almost jumped with surprise, and looked quite flustered; in fact, she leaned a hand against the lockers for a moment, before she assumed a bright professional smile and turned around to face the approaching Principal. As she walked towards him, I noticed that her hands were now empty, but I thought little of it – I was just disappointed at the lost chance for her to notice me, even perhaps daringly for me to say something flirtatious or hinting at my sexual inclination and availability (always supposing I could keep my nerve, of course – I had chickened out of every such opportunity so far!). A few seconds later I reached my locker, and Rosalita parted company with me to head for hers, several rows further on amongst the surnames beginning with ‘G’. It would soon be time for the bell to ring for afternoon classes, and I opened my locker to get the relevant books – only to stop in surprise. There, resting on top of my books, was a square of paper – in fact, a single sheet that had been folded in half, and then folded in half again. It wasn’t mine and it certainly hadn’t been there when I had closed the locker before lunch. Looking at its position, I realised that it must have been posted through the thin gap between the door of the locker and the surrounding frame. Curious, I picked it up and opened it – and then gasped, my stomach suddenly full of butterflies and my knees weak. I had assumed it was from one of my friends, maybe an invitation to a party or a sleepover – but it was very far from that! Barely able to take it in, I scanned the handwritten note again, just to make sure that I was not imagining it: Special practice tonight – JUST FOR YOU! Come to the small gym after school – in uniform. Tell no one – and wear no panties (just how I like it!). Your special C(un)T. The last bit puzzled me for a moment, until excited realisation dawned. I knew that Ms Templeton’s first name was Carole, and so her initials were ‘CT’, about which she was clearly making a sexual joke. The import of the whole thing gave me an incredible sensual charge – in fact, I thought I might orgasm on the spot, which would be kind of embarrassing. Oh, wow! – Ms Templeton really had noticed me! She must have seen something at the cheerleader try-outs or the half-dozen team practices since then, enough that her experienced eyes had deduced my lesbian orientation, and now she was going to seduce me! Oooh, I did so hope so! – but, really, the wording of the note could surely have no other meaning! The afternoon lessons dragged on interminably, and I was barely able to concentrate on a single word of them. I was on fire with the anticipation that all of my hopes and dreams were miraculously coming true, and I was also incredibly turned on – by the time that the bell at last sounded for the end of the school day, the gusset of my panties was sodden with the seeping wetness from my slit, and it was a good thing that I would be taking them off! As we poured out of the classroom at the end of the school day, laughing and chattering, I gave my friends a mumbled and deliberately vague excuse that I had some chore to do, and quickly scurried away to my locker. Like all members of the cheerleading squad, I had three sets of our cute blue-and-white uniform, and always kept a clean and pressed one in my locker, ready for practice. Well, now it looked like I would be getting another form of practice, coaching in another kind of sport, that was even more exciting than cheerleading! I surreptitiously slipped the uniform into my backpack, and when no one was looking my way, I dashed into the nearest female restroom. Here I slipped into the extra-large cubicle that was fitted out for disabled people, stripped off everything except my bra, and gave my cunt a quick wipe dry. My school uniform and my damp panties went into my backpack, and then I put on the cheerleader outfit. I must admit that I felt as sexy as hell, and still more so from having no panties beneath the very short blue skirt with its white darts! Tingling with excitement, I used the side corridors to avoid meeting anyone as I scurried along to the back of the main school building, where the smaller and older of the gymnasiums was located. When I reached it, I paused for a couple of seconds outside the door to calm my breathing and to compose myself, and then I turned the handle and entered. The doorway led into the middle of the room; on my left, the wooden floor area was completely clear, whilst on my right the space was taken up by a large gymnastics mat, three different types of vaulting horse, and a set of parallel bars. As I had expected, Ms Templeton was already in the room and waiting, leaning casually against the large rectangular vaulting horse. My breath caught in my throat, for she was even more attractive and sexy than during our regular cheerleader practice sessions. She was still wearing the same trainers, white ankle socks and navy blue pleated sports skirt as on those occasions, but now above the waist she had only a short plain white singlet with a deep scoop neck that barely covered her bra – which was not, as normally, a smooth-fitting sports bra that concealed the thrust of her breasts, but a very stylish and feminine lacy underwired one, which more than emphasised the fullness of her bust and her deep cleavage. It was this sight more than anything which settled my nervousness that her note might not have meant what I thought it did – for her bra was not one suitable for a real training session, but it was certainly a total turn-on for a fuck-fest. However, what happened next was not at all what I was anticipating. Ms Templeton stepped away from the vaulting horse and regarded me with some perplexity, before glancing quickly at the doorway behind me. ‘Jayne?’ she said hesitantly, in a puzzled tone; ‘why are you in uniform? ... and ... what are you doing here? I really can’t talk now, I’m waiting for ... umm ... for someone.’ ‘That’s OK!’ I smiled brightly, and then gushed on, refusing to acknowledge a sudden twinge of doubt: ‘I got your note, and here I am, just as you said – look, no panties!’ And then, to a shocked gasp from the teacher, I pulled up the front of my cheerleading skirt to reveal my naked cunt – which for some time now I have kept smooth-shaven, so every detail was clearly visible – and then I did a little pirouette, the skimpy mini-skirt flying around my hips as I twirled round, ending with my back towards Ms Templeton. I spread my feet apart and in one flowing motion I flipped my skirt up over my back as I bent forwards and touched my toes, glancing back from between my legs to see my adored coach’s reaction. As she gazed at the blatant offering of my parted labia and tight little ass-hole, Ms Templeton certainly looked stunned – but shocked as much as aroused. Her mouth was hanging half-open: ‘My note? ... but ... what ... I don’t understand, how ... ?’ It was now dawning upon me unmistakeably that something was not right here, and I quit my alluring pose, standing up and letting my cheerleader skirt tumble back down to cover my exposed pussy. I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry, as I turned to face the attractive teacher, who was now rather pale in the face. ‘Miss? ... you know, you put it in my locker, just at the end of lunch break’, I nervously replied. ‘Huh? ... oh? ... oh, no! YOUR locker?? ... OH, FUCK!!’ gasped Ms Templeton, clapping a hand in horror over her mouth. ‘Well, yes, of course ...’ I mumbled in reply, and then the truth hit me like a freight train: ‘Oh! oh, no, shit! You meant it for Susie, didn’t you ... not for me at all! You’re expecting her ... you don’t want me!’ I wailed, catching my breath with a sob. I was a fraction away from bursting into howling tears, so cruel was the dashing of all my hopes, now tumbling down like the flimsy house of cards that they were revealed to be. My distress must have been evident, for it cut through Ms Templeton’s own shock at the unexpected – and, for her, potentially disastrous – consequences of her misdirected message. ‘Oh, Jayne, now – no, don’t cry, babe ...’ and then, as she spoke, I could almost see Ms Templeton do a double-take as she recalled how I had entered and offered myself. ‘Oh – Jayne! Oh, you wanted to ... ? You came here to ... to ...’ for a moment, the teacher balked at saying the word. In desperation, I supplied it: ‘get fucked! ... yes, oh YES! Oh, Ms Templeton, you’re so hot, you’re so sexy, I’ve been dreaming of this for so long ... please, please, I’d do anything for you ... and I’d tell no one, not ever ... not even Susie!’ The older woman recovered some of her poise, and then gave half a smile and a small shrug, nodding at the doorway. ‘Well, if the note was in your locker, then I guess Susie won’t be appearing after all ... and I’m really in the mood, I’ve been so looking forward to this ... and, Jayne, believe me, it’s not that I haven’t thought about you, you’re a heck of an attractive girl, really you are – so sweet sixteen, which is, ummm, just the way I like it! And I did wonder about you, if you might be gay, that’s why I picked you for the team, instead of Maisie Donovan – but I really wasn’t sure, and I only have one special girl in each year, like Susie is the 11th grade – it avoids any jealousies, and you must understand, in my position, I have to be so very careful.’ I blinked away the couple of tears that had started to form in the corners of my eyes, and recovered my breath. Ms Templeton moved gracefully towards me, slowly closing the distance in a very unthreatening way, as if she was approaching a young wild animal who might suddenly get spooked and bolt ... and, indeed, she told me later that was just what she had feared that I would do. However, as she got closer, I recovered my confidence and, with a mischievous smile, I pulled my little skirt upwards, showing her my exposed pussy once again. ‘You see, I’ll do whatever you say ... anything at all, anything you like ... you can trust me on that’, I whispered as I offered my sweet young body unreservedly to the experienced dyke. Now she was amazingly close, inside my personal space in a totally sexual charismatic way, and she stroked her right hand up my inner thigh, and then – as I gave a whimpering moan – her dextrous fingers cupped my mound and began to massage it. Ms Templeton looked me straight in the eyes as her hand fondled and probed my pussy, and asked: ‘So, Jayne, you’re a lesbian, then? Are you sure about that?’ This was easy to answer, and there could be no doubting the conviction in my voice as I assured my teacher that I had been sure I was a lezzie for at least a year, and also that she was the person who I fancied most of all ... hence my delighted response to getting her note. I reached down to press her hand even more firmly against my puffy labia, and I exhorted her to have me, to take me ... please, oh please, to fuck me, now – now, right here and right now!’ My enthusiastic pleas overcame the cheerleading coach’s final reservations, and her smile widened and her eyes gleamed as she decided to take full advantage of the just-legal pussy that was being served up to her on a plate. ‘Well, Jayne ...’ she said with a warm smile, ‘now you know about me, and about Susie and me, so there’s no point in hiding it ... and though I guess my choice of pussy-girl in your year has now been made by accident, I think it’s going to be a very lucky fate for both of us.’ As she spoke, Ms Templeton took my hand and led me across to the stacking vaulting horse that I had first seen her leaning against, and she turned me around so that my back was resting against it – the vault was at its highest format, and so the padded flat top was level with my shoulders. Truth to tell, after the emotional roller-coaster ride of the last few moments, I was glad of the support of something solid to keep me upright. For just a moment, Ms Templeton slipped away, crossing to the only doorway into the gym to shut the bolts on the inside, and sending a thrill of hopeful lust running through me by commenting as she did so: ‘now we won’t have any interruptions!’ Resuming her place directly in front of me and keeping her gaze locked onto my face, Ms Templeton removed both her singlet top and her pleated skirt, and I gazed in adoration at the sexy and stylish lingerie set that was revealed – the lacy scarlet underwired uplift bra that I had already seen a good deal of, and the pair of matching tiny triangular thong panties which were secured with a thin spaghetti tie-string at each hip. Ms Templeton placed her hands on my shoulders, and then ran them admiringly down my chest to cup and fondle my breasts through the silky fabric of my cheerleading tunic and the thin cotton bra beneath. I am quite slim in body, with my bra backband being only 28 inches, but my breasts thrust out and amply fill a pair of D-cups. ‘Nice ... very nice ... I will admit, I’ve been watching these bounce around during our team practices – even in a sports bra, they’re quite an eyeful, honey!’ I preened with delight at this praise, whilst my heart was hammering in my chest and my throat was dry – Ms Templeton was groping my tits, and I knew this was just the prelude to so much more! I raised my arms and the older woman peeled the cheerleading tunic away over my head, and then turned her attention to my bra. Like her, I was wearing an everyday model, not a sports bra, and I blessed my good fortune that today I had decided to wear one of my prettiest ones – only a half-cup with small sides and thin straps, trimmed with lace, and in a pale blue that went so well with my natural blonde hair and blue eyes. The teacher lost no time in tugging the straps off my shoulders and then peeling the bra cups downwards, releasing my breasts to bobble free and reveal their stiff pink nipples. I shivered in delight as she caressed them, running the palms of her hands underneath their curves and then across my tits, and then my head went back and I moaned in ecstasy – every longed for fantasy came true, as her agile mouth descended to suck the nipple of my left breast, whilst her right hand reached under my skirt and between my arched legs to probe the length of my slit and tease my puffy labia apart. Ms Templeton smiled in satisfaction at my sapphic surrender, and only then did she straighten, put her left hand behind my neck, and draw me into a long and deep French kiss – whilst all the time continuing to squeeze my mound and stroke my pussy with her right hand. If this was good, what happened next was pure heaven. My teacher slid down to her knees, and then gestured to me to hoist my cheerleading skirt up to my waist and to shift my feet even further apart, which opened out my stance and thrust my cunt forwards. Then she leaned her face towards me, teasing my pussy lips apart with her fingers, and pressed her mouth against my sex. I gave a sharp gasp as I felt her tongue enter me for an inch and then begin to lick up and down, and the sexual charge was so intense – and I guess my craving had been building up for so long – that within seconds my hips spasmed as I climaxed, and a sluice of pussy-juice coated my teacher’s questing tongue. The cheerleading coach licked around my crotch appreciatively, and then she deftly unfastened my uniform skirt and cast it aside to lie on top of my tunic. Now I was nude apart from my trainers, white ankle socks, and bra – and the latter was dangling around my midriff, with my breasts exposed. Indeed, Ms Templeton’s next action was to reach behind me to unclasp the backband, and my bra joined the growing pile of discarded clothes. She kissed me again, a little more hungrily this time, as she was clearly getting more aroused, and resumed her fondling of my breasts. I wanted to reciprocate – not to be just a passive recipient of lesbian lust, but to demonstrate my eager participation and show my unmistakeable interest in her body. My hands had been resting on her hips whilst she kissed me and groped my boobs, but now I slid them up her sides, almost to under her armpits, and then brought my hands together to lift and squeeze her breasts – which were a magnificent pair, indeed I found out later that she took a 32 inch E-cup – four full cup sizes larger than my own quite generous endowment! Ms Templeton made no move to stop me, in fact her smile grew more sultry as she swiftly removed the tiny singlet and gave me access to her bra. I was not bold enough immediately to replicate what she had done to me, so at first I just stroked each breast whilst they were still encapsulated in their bra cups. Then, greatly daring, I scooped the nearest one out, supported it with the palm of my hand, and brought my mouth down to deliver sexual pleasure. For the first time ever, I was making love to another female. For the first time ever, I was discovering the taste and texture of a woman’s breasts. For the first time ever, another woman was fondling and stroking my cunt. For the first time ever, I was going to have lesbian sex! Ms Templeton slid the index finger of her right hand into my pussy, probing more deeply but going slowly and cautiously. ‘Jayne’, she enquired, ‘are you still a virgin? It’s no problem at all if you are, really.’ I gasped as her finger slowly slid another inch or more into me, and floundered for my answer: ‘Well, no ... well, yes, really ... sort of ... in a way, I mean ... but not exactly ...’ Ms Templeton looked amused, and raised an eyebrow interrogatively: ‘Jayne, sweetie, it’s one or the other ... and surely you would know? If you’ve had your cherry popped, you would surely remember, and you would know who with?’ ‘Well, you see’, I replied, partly distracted by the amazing sensations vibrating through my pussy from the teacher’s agile fingers, ‘I guess it was with you, actually ...’ Now Ms Templeton looked startled, and raised both her eyebrows: ‘Jayne, honey, I think I would remember that! I don’t get to take a hot young babe’s virginity so often that I would forget it, in fact I’ve only ever done that twice, and you weren’t either of them!’ ‘No, I know’, I blushed as I replied. Then I revealed my habit of secretly using my Mom’s vibrator to pleasure myself, and explained that about three months ago – in the course of a vividly erotic fantasy that Ms Templeton was fucking me with a strap-on dildo – I had got so excited and aroused that I had lost control as my climax came upon me, and had rammed the vibrator so hard into my pussy that my hymen was ruptured. ‘So you see’, I concluded, ‘technically I’m not a virgin ... but I’ve never actually had sex with anyone, so really in the most important sense, the mental not the physical, I am a virgin, because I’m totally inexperienced.’ Then I looked at her coyly from under my eyelashes, and added in a soft whisper: ‘but not for long – you’ll teach me now, Miss, won’t you? Please, you’ll be my first, won’t you?’ Ms Templeton had laughed with amusement when I explained how I had taken my own cherry, and now she smiled with pleasurable anticipation: ‘Now, sweet thing, that is an offer that no red-blooded lesbian could refuse! And, I think we might just recreate your original fantasy ... so, you like the idea of me fucking you with a strap-on, do you?’ ‘Oh, wow, yes! Yes, I’d love that – please, oh! that would be fantastic!’ I hastened to assure her. ‘Well, that’s something you and Susie have in common – amongst many other things, as you’ll find out! She loves it both ways – getting fucked by a strap-on, and wearing it herself and doing someone hard and firm and fast ... as I know full well, she’s very good at that!’ Then Ms Templeton looked at me with a curiously hungry gleam in her eye, and continued: ‘There’s something else Susie likes – or rather, something I like to do to her, and it really turns her on ... you said I could do anything I like, Jayne, and I’d like to do it to you, here and now, for your very first time.’ I was intrigued, and was anyway up for anything that my adored teacher wanted to do. There was no way that I was going to imperil what I had so long dreamed of and longed for by refusing her, and so of course I responded eagerly in the affirmative: ‘Oh, yeah – yeah, OK, sure! What do you want ... ?’ Somehow, her answer did not come as a complete surprise, although it did give me an intense thrill! ‘To tie you up, before I fuck you’, Ms Templeton said calmly, scrutinising my face to see my reaction. She needn’t have worried: I’d had quite a few thoughts along those lines already, in fact most of my regularly-imagined lesbian lovers had at some point in my masturbatory fantasies put me in bondage, in all sorts of erotic power-play situations – some of them quite roughly. I was definitely up for this! ‘Mmm, ooooh! Oh, yes – wow! Oh, please – do take me that way, please!’ My willing confirmation was all that the cheerleading coach required, and with a wolfish grin she crossed over to her sports bag, which was lying beside the wall. From this, with a flourish, she produced a black strap-on harness, with a front-plate from which speared out a long, wide and ridged blue plastic dildo. I felt a moment’s trepidation at the size of it, but an even bigger surge of hot lust swept that doubt aside – I wanted to be taken, here and now, by the hot lesbian bitch in front of me, and I wanted that with all of the desperation of frustrated virginity, whatever my actual anatomical circumstance. Ms Templeton walked back to me carrying the strap-on in her right hand, but instead of immediately putting it on, she placed it on the flat top of the vaulting horse, just behind my right shoulder. She kissed me languorously on the lips, and then breathed into my ear: ‘First, you gotta get me ready ...’, a statement which she accompanied with a downward pressure on both of my shoulders. At once I understood, and sank to my knees in front of her. With fingers that were trembling with delight, I took hold of the thin tie-strings on her hips, and with a tug undid her panties, letting the miniscule triangle of fabric that covered her crotch flutter away to lie disregarded on the floor. I gave a gasp, for this was a moment to be savoured: my first close sight of another female’s vagina in a sexual situation – soon to be followed, without doubt, by my first taste of pussy-juice as well! Ms Templeton’s cunt was right in front of my face, and the next move was blindingly obvious. She was also completely clean-shaven, and so it was not difficult to see exactly where to put my kisses – and where, in the long puckered groove that was partly open, to push in my tongue, and to endeavour to squirm it around as effectively as possible. At once, I began to lick and lap at her gorgeous mound, revelling in the scent of her musky arousal and encouraged by hearing her give a soft delighted gasp and moan. I don’t think my technique was actually all that good – but what was effective was the combination of my puppy-bitch eagerness and my novice status, and within little more than a minute I was thrilled and intensely proud to see the teacher’s head go back and to hear her throaty moan, as I felt her hips tremble in her orgasm. ‘Good, Jayne, very good ... in fact, if that was your first time, then you’re definitely a natural, babe!’ I smiled happily up at the teacher, from my position kneeling on the floor between her legs. Ms Templeton picked up the strap-on from the top of the vaulting horse and handed it down to me, with the instruction to put it on her. I hastened to comply, but still taking enough time to make sure that the complex pattern of straps were firmly and comfortably in place. Once that was done, I could not resist leaning forwards and placing a reverential kiss on the very tip of the dildo’s outthrust rounded knob. Ms Templeton chuckled at this, and then she reached down and cupped my chin in one hand, and used that to bring me back to my feet, after which we had another long passionate kiss. When we came up for air, Ms Templeton smiled with satisfaction at my willing eagerness, and then said: ‘Now to get you ready!’ She moved me backwards for about two feet, until my butt and back were resting against the box vaulting horse, in the middle of one of its long sides. ‘Now, move your feet apart – as far apart as you can, but without making it uncomfortable to hold the position’, was the teacher’s next instruction. I did this, settling my feet about three feet apart, and then waited, curious to see how she was going to tie me up. The answer was ingenious: Ms Templeton crossed to a wooden chest which contained the skipping ropes that were used regularly in fitness training, not only by the cheerleading squad but by most of the girls’ sports teams as well. Extracting four of these, Ms Templeton returned, knelt down, and fastened the end of one of them around my right ankle. She tightened the loop of rope until it rested against my skin and could not slip free, but was not affecting my circulation; the result was completely secure, without being uncomfortable. After doing the same to my left ankle with a second skipping rope, the cheerleading coach passed the other ends of both ropes around the back of the vaulting horse, where she pulled them taut and knotted them together. Ms Templeton then told me to stretch my arms out to each side, and with two more of the skipping ropes she tied my wrists in a similar way to the carrying handles at each end of the vaulting horse, so that my arms were fully extended at an angle of about ten degrees below the horizontal. Stepping back, the teacher admired her handiwork, and I ran the tip of my tongue across my lips, savouring the delicious thrill of being immobilised in nearly-naked vulnerability. With a hungry smile, Ms Templeton then reached behind her own back with that wonderful gull-wing motion with which women unclasp their bras, and discarded this garment to allow her full bust to swing loose. Freed from confinement, her swaying breasts were wide and pear-shaped with large aureoles surrounding her prominent and stiffly-erect tits. The teacher stepped towards me, placed a hand behind my neck, and bent my head forwards. As Ms Templeton was about three inches taller than me, even though the bondage restricted my movements, it wasn’t difficult for her to press my mouth against her bosom. I needed no prompting, and immediately began to lick around her right nipple, kissing it and sucking on it, before she moved sideways to transfer my attentions to her left breast. After a minute or so, the teacher gave a pleasurable sigh, and drew back slightly. ‘Your turn now’, she remarked with a smile. Ms Templeton cupped and stroked my breasts with her fingers, tweaking and squeezing my sensitive nipples, until I began to gasp and moan from the erotic stimulus. Then it was her turn to bend forward and apply her lips, and she sucked my tits into her mouth like a vacuum cleaner, before rasping the rough edge of her tongue across them and nipping them with her teeth. As she did so, her right hand dropped down between my spread thighs and she began to probe into my slit. Her agile questing fingers slid upwards teasingly inside my slick seeping furrow, searching for the prize of my clitoris, which she then began alternately to rub and to flick her nails against. The sensation was amazing, and of course it was a million times more erotic than my fantasy self-stimulations with Mom’s vibrator, because now there really was someone else desiring me sexually. Ms Templeton lifted her face from my chest, and pressed her naked breasts against mine as her fingers stroked more firmly and insistently across my hidden nub. ‘Cum for me, you little bitch, open up and cum for me! – your cunt is mine, spread your pussy, bitch, and cum for me now, CUM RIGHT NOW!’ she whispered, her breath rasping against my ear and her voice husky with desire. With a shuddering gasp, I did so for the second time, jerking in my bondage from the orgasm’s explosive jolt and with my butt banging against the pinewood side of the vaulting horse. Being restrained had proved to be a tremendous turn-on, multiplying and magnifying the sexual thrill to an undreamt of intensity, and in its wake I slumped back against the wooden box for support, wide-eyed and gasping for breath. With a chuckle of appreciation, Ms Templeton ran her fingertips up and down my loosely-parted slit – almost making me climax again. The teacher then took the sticky cum-juice that she had collected and smeared it up and down the length of the plastic dildo to lubricate it. I was now so wet and open, and more than ready to receive. The experienced lesbian knew this, and without further delay she pressed close to me and positioned the knob of the dildo at the fleshy folds at the base of my slit, nudging in between them for perhaps half an inch. Then Ms Templeton gripped my waist at each side, and with one supple but forceful swivel of her hips she thrust the whole length of the dildo into me. I gave a shriek, not of protest but of excited arousal, as the heavy plastic pole slid in like a piston rod, was tantalisingly pulled out of me, and then drilled back in, slickly penetrating me to previously unplumbed depths. I had never dared to push my Mom’s vibrator so far into me, and the strap-on phallus filled and stretched me as never before. I felt utterly taken and dissolved in splendid sapphic surrender. ‘Oh, God! Ohmigod! Yes – oh, please, yes, do me – be my first! ... aaaaahhh! fuck me, fuck me first! Oh, please, just fuck me!!’ I moaned, swept away on a flood tide of sexual sensation. Ms Templeton began a rhythmic pumping action, pivoting at the hips to thrust the strap-on deep into my vagina and then jerking it almost all of the way back out again, giving me barely a second in which to catch a breath before the next plunging pulverising penetration. In response, I moaned and shuddered, straining against the skipping ropes which held me pinioned and spread-eagle against the vaulting horse – not with the aim of escaping, but because I longed to wrap my arms around Ms Templeton’s lithe athletic body and clasp her even closer to me. I also began to thrust my pelvis outwards – to the limited extent that I could manage in the restricting bondage – in time to her inward thrusts, adding to their force and impact, for I longed to get fucked still harder and deeper. As I felt my climax building, I began to gasp for breath and to utter broken beseechments for her to take me, have me, use me, fuck me. My lesbian tutor answered, gasping between her indrawn breaths and with arousal rasping in her voice: ‘Yeah! I’m your first, bitch ... I’m gonna have you, I’m gonna fuckin’ do you ... you little lezzie slut, you’re mine ... you’re mine, bitch, you’re gonna be my bitch – so take it ... fucking take it hard ... you little cunt, take it fuckin’ NOW!’ It was just what I needed to hear: the mixture of dominance and possession, together with the hint that she was almost losing control in her lust, pressed all of my submissive lesbian buttons, and I willingly surrendered myself to her desire. And so, for the first time ever, I experienced the wonder and the splendour of being shafted by another woman, with her heavy breasts mashed against mine, her hard erect nipples poking into my soft mounds, our flat sweat-streaked stomachs slickly pressed together, and her strap-on phallus ploughing my pussy and slamming into my cunt-hole, taking me to the dizzy sexual stratosphere and blowing my mind with a thunderclap of a climax. I gave a wild shriek as I came, thrashing in my bondage as I exulted in my immobility and vulnerability, and ecstatic from the realisation of my longed-for fantasy – for now in reality, Ms Templeton actually had just fucked me almost to fainting with a huge strap-on dildo! This third orgasm was the most powerful of them all, and it left me exhilarated but also dazed and drained. As the athletic cheerleading coach slid her plastic phallus out of me, I slumped backwards, needing the support of the vaulting horse behind me, and indeed of the skipping ropes that held me securely in place. Ms Templeton smiled with satisfaction as she unbuckled the strap-on and slid the harness down to her ankles, before stepping out of it. She next produced a small white Egyptian cotton towel from her sports bag and rubbed around her own thighs and pussy, and then wiped over the plastic dildo, before putting the strap-on down next to her bag. My face, chest, stomach and thighs were streaked with runnels of sweat, and Ms Templeton turned towards me and, with a smile, dried around my breasts and pelvis – although she could not resist caressing her fingertips across my cunt as she wiped the towel around between my spread legs. I had nearly recovered enough poise and breath to ask her to untie me, but before I could speak I was jolted into panicked reality by a loud knock on the gymnasium door. I gasped in shock, and Ms Templeton gave a kind of startled jump. However, she did not seem to be worried, which somewhat assuaged my surge of fear; rather, it was as if she had been reminded of something she had forgotten. The first knock was followed by two pairs of short sharp raps with a brief pause between them, and then after a longer pause came three slower knocks. It was clearly a signal, and one that Ms Templeton knew and understood. She looked at me consideringly for a moment, and then seemed to come to a swift decision. ‘Hmm ... well ...’ she mused, and then more decisively continued: ‘yes ... why not? ... why not indeed?’ Seeing that I was still anxious, she gave me a reassuring smile: ‘Don’t worry, Jayne! You know most of my secrets now, so you might as well know them all!’ As she spoke these words, the teacher walked round behind me to the wooden door, unbolted it and eased it slightly ajar, and then conducted a quick and quiet conversation with the person outside. I could only make out a few words here and there: ‘... not Susie ... no, I ... my fault, but she ... yes ... really up for ... cute as fuck ... yeah, c’mon ... sure she’ll ...’ There was the sound of the door being opened further, and then closed and bolted again, followed by crisp footsteps approaching from behind me. With butterflies in my stomach, I tried to twist round to see who it was, but my bonds held me in place – though my effort did make my breasts jiggle and bounce quite eye-catchingly. Of course, I only had to wait for a couple of seconds, and then I gave a shrill squeal of surprise and shock as a woman came into view, walking round the vaulting box to stand in front of me, about a yard away. It was Ms Melendez, the Deputy Principal of the school! I swallowed, profoundly aware of my nudity and bound helplessness, with my legs pulled apart and my pussy utterly exposed, and still damp from my orgasm. The senior teacher said nothing, but her eyes raked up and down my naked body and an anticipatory smile lifted the corners of her mouth. Ms Melendez was around forty years old, and a tall and very handsome woman of commanding presence and authority – no one, and I mean no one, ever messed around in one of her maths classes. She had the classic Hispanic look: a slight olive tint to her skin, sharp cheekbones and a hawk nose, deep eyes of darkest brown, neatly-trimmed black eyebrows and silky straight black hair which she always wore tightly pulled back from her face and wound into a bun that was fixed with two large hair-clips – with her often thinly pursed lips and steely gaze, this gave students an intimidating impression of austere severity. Ms Melendez had preserved her figure very well, and it was in proportion to her height of just a fraction under six feet. She had a substantial bust – I learned later that she took a 36D bra size – which was emphasised by her still trim waist and the curving flare of her shoulders and hips. The Deputy Principal was wearing her trademark outfit: black leather boots and a smartly-cut two-piece business suit of jacket and knee-length skirt (today’s suit was in charcoal grey, with a faint white pinstripe), which as she moved showed a tantalising couple of inches of firm smooth leg between the hem of the skirt and the top of the boots. I had frequently heard the boys in my class expressing their admiration for her as being despite (or perhaps because?) of her maturity the hottest teacher in the whole school, and agreeing that they would gladly lie down naked for her to walk all over them in her stiletto-heeled boots, if only she would grab their cocks and squeeze and suck them dry. Well, it looked as if those boys had no chance at all of making out with Ms Melendez – but that I was likely to be doing so instead! Feeling either the warm air in the room, or more likely its soaring sexual temperature, Ms Melendez undid the two buttons of her suit jacket, revealing the white pintuck shirt beneath, and favoured me with a predatory smile that sent a shiver of excited expectation through me from head to toe. ‘Well, well ... this is indeed a surprise, I was expecting the eager Susie to be here ... but, mmm, how nice, how very nice!’ murmured the Deputy Principal with smiling approval, and then she stepped nearer and let the fingers of her right hand gently stroke my chin, before proceeding to trail down my neck, across my upper chest, and then to caress my left breast: ‘Well, Jayne, you are a pretty little piece ... mmmm ... yes, very sweet ... and what lovely big boobs you have, too.’ As she said the last few words, her strong fingers pinched my left nipple, making me give a yelp and sending a frisson of arousal tingling through my torso. I gazed at the powerful Deputy Principal like a rabbit caught in headlights, literally thunderstruck by this astounding development. Ms Melendez’s smile widened, and almost casually her left hand took my other breast, hefting its weight and relishing its teenage firm roundness, before she simultaneously pinched both my tits again. My surprised instinctive cry turned into a whimpering moan, as the mature teacher rolled my nipples around between her thumbs and forefingers, all the time keeping her large dark eyes locked onto mine. The tip of the Hispanic woman’s tongue flitted across her lips, as she savoured the moment, knowing full well that the shock of her presence and the proximity of her lush mature body were almost overwhelming my senses. The Deputy Principal turned her face towards her younger colleague, and – without for one second ceasing her erotic fondling of my breasts – she commented: ‘Well, Carole, I can certainly see why this pretty babe has tempted you ... oh, she is legal, isn’t she?’ ‘Yes, yes – you don’t have to worry about that, she was sixteen just over a month ago’, Ms Templeton reassured her older colleague; ‘you know they have to be, to try out for the senior cheer squad.’ ‘Sure, yes ... good ... yes, very good’, replied the Hispanic woman; ‘but ... what’s happened to Susie, then?’ ‘Oh, well, that’s my fault!’ laughed Ms Templeton; ‘I wasn’t able to get a quiet word with Susie this morning, to tell her that we wanted her tonight, not without the danger of someone overhearing, and I couldn’t seek her out too obviously in the lunch-break, so I decided to leave a note in her locker instead – but just as I was about to do so, the Principal appeared and called me! Anyway, I tried to slip it into her locker before he could see what I was doing, but I rushed it, and put it in the next-door locker instead – which happens to be Jayne’s! Fortunately, it turns out that she’s a novice lesbian and was thrilled – in fact, she assumed it was meant for her – and came tripping down here, just as eager-beaver and tushy-tail as you might like ... and, mmmm, I did like ... and so did she! So, in the end, it’s been a piece of real good luck – a mistake that I’m glad I made!’ ‘Mmmm, oh yeah! me too, Ms Melendez!’, I interjected, adding: ‘I’ve wanted this for so long, and it’s been just incredible ... ahhhh, oooh, that’s lovely what you’re doing to my tits, don’t stop, please ... Aaahh! oh, God – yes!’ ‘Well now, I don’t like to look a gift-pussy in the mouth’, the Deputy Principal said with a lustful gleam in her eyes, and she matched her words by dropping her right hand to cup my cunt, kneading my sticky soft mound between her powerful fingers and the heel of her palm, and then sliding her forefinger upwards into my crevasse, as I gave a long shuddering exhalation of breath. ‘Aaaahhhh, yes – yes, fuck me! Oh, Ms Melendez, fuck me – fuck me too, anyhow, any way you like ... please, please, my God, I’m so turned on! Take me, have me and fuck me, fuck me hard, so hard!’ In truth to tell, Ms Melendez was turning me on even more than Ms Templeton had done! It was not just the older woman’s maturity and greater experience, though that certainly played its part – it was her sheer charisma and her position of power and authority, for within the hierarchy of my little world, she was a major player indeed. To someone with as wide a submissive streak as I was just discovering that I had, such a combination of sexual dominance and everyday authority was a heady drug, and one to which I was fast becoming addicted. Ms Melendez’s dark eyes gleamed at my wanton invitation and she leaned close to me, so that her full bust pushed against my engorged and sensitised nipples. The erogenous effect made me squirm in my bondage, but this only resulted in my tits rubbing up against the fabric of her suit jacket, and arousing me even further! The handsome mature woman licked all the way up my throat from its base to my chin, and then she kissed me hungrily, after which she breathed softly in my ear: ‘Oh, I will, sweet sixteen – you can be sure of it, you little lezzie slut ... I will have you, I will take you and I will fuck you to little bits!’ Well, what more could a neophyte lesbian teen ask for! I almost swooned with excitement, and in fact it was a good thing that the ropes kept me supported, as the muscles in my legs turned to jelly at the prospect ahead. To be taken in bondage by the cheer squad coach and then by the hottest mature bitch in the school was beyond my wildest hopes and dreams – and now it was actually happening! Ms Melendez’s nostrils flared and her breathing was a little more rapid as she released her vice-like clutch of my cunt and took a step backwards, standing for a moment in front of me in all her glory, with her hands at her hips and pure lust shining from her eyes. Then slowly ... oh, so slowly ... she slipped off her suit jacket and unbuttoned her shirt, gradually revealing the black lace three-quarter cup underwired bra that was beneath. After taking a tantalising moment to undo her shirt cuffs – for the experienced dyke domme knew just how to make a young girl wait on tenterhooks – she cast it aside, and my eyes devoured the profile of her broad ripe bosom. The Deputy Principal was a magnificent sight as she stood in front of me in her black boots, tight grey suit skirt and black bra. For a few seconds she savoured my awestruck admiring gaze, and she made no move to remove any further garment. Instead, she glanced sideways at her accomplice, and gave Ms Templeton a small nod. With a smile of relish, the cheerleading coach stepped up behind the Deputy Principal and unclasped the backband of her bra. After she had unfastened it and lifted it away, the younger teacher slid her hands around the older woman’s ribs and took her superior’s heavy breasts into her hands, cupping them and lifting their aureoles towards me. The sight of Ms Templeton fondling the Deputy Principal’s breasts almost made me come on the spot, as did the stunning combination of her face looking over the mature teacher’s shoulder, with both of them regarding me with the hunger of starving sexual wolves. In unspoken unison, they took a simultaneous step towards me, and Ms Templeton hefted Ms Melendez’s breasts up towards my face, almost thrusting the Deputy Principal’s right tit into my mouth. I needed no encouragement, and at once I began to lick and suck it as vigorously as I could. I whimpered as I felt Ms Melendez’s hand once again between my parted thighs, and she dragged her thumbnail up and down my slit with explosive effects, although she was careful not to enter me yet for more than about an inch. The breast which I was worshipping was removed after about thirty seconds, and its luscious companion was proffered in its place. I began at once to lavish oral attention upon it, and was proud and thrilled when my eager enthusiasm elicited a soft gasp of pleasure from the Deputy Principal’s half-parted lips. Next, the two teachers once again stepped backwards for a couple of feet, after which Ms Melendez assumed a statuesque pose. My eyes were like saucers watching what was unfolding in front of me, as Ms Templeton dropped submissively to her knees beside her busty mature boss. The cheerleading coach was careful not to block my fascinated view, as the younger woman deftly undid the two buttons at the waistband of Ms Melendez’s smart linen skirt. The short silver zip was then slowly tugged downwards, until with a deliciously feminine movement Ms Melendez wriggled her hips and the skirt tumbled to the ground about her ankles. This revealed that the capable Deputy Principal was both a traditionalist and something of a romantic, for the rest of her lingerie consisted of an elegantly lace-trimmed black suspender belt holding up her traditional-style black stockings and a wispy scrap of black lace thong panties that were barely large enough to cover her Venus mound. I gave an involuntary gasp of surprise at the next step in this tango for two – which I devoutly hoped would soon turn into a quickstep for three. Ms Templeton slid a hand up her superior’s firm strong thigh, curled her fingertips inside the gusset of the miniscule panties, and then began to probe further into the soft wet folds of flesh within. The Deputy Principal gave a sigh of pleasure and half-closed her eyes, whilst arching her hips and thrusting her pelvis forwards. The sight of these two luscious lesbians making out, in what I knew was only the hors d’oeuvre before they would fall upon my lean young teenage body and devour me whole, was thrillingly erotic. I was getting so hot and loose that my pussy was dribbling my girl-cum onto the floor, and I was panting for breath and writhing with excitement in my bondage without them even touching me. Having lubricated the Deputy Principal’s pudenda with her massaging fingers, the cheerleading coach suddenly whisked the older woman’s flimsy panties down to her ankles. Ms Melendez at once stepped out of them and took a dominant stance, with her legs planted firmly apart and her hands on her hips. Wearing only her black boots, stockings and suspender belt, she exuded sexual charisma as she gazed at me with dark eyes now fixed with unmistakeable intent upon my defenceless tits and pussy. ‘Oh, yes, little cunt’, she breathed, ‘I’ll have you now – yes, I’ll take you now’, and the tip of her tongue flicked across her full lips. Without taking her eyes off my face, Ms Melendez snapped her fingers, and at once the younger teacher reached out to lift the strap-on harness from its resting place by her bag. Still kneeling, she proceeded to buckle it around the mature Hispanic woman’s pelvis, like an updated version of a medieval squire girding a knight into his armour for battle. Once the straps were fully secured, Ms Templeton grasped the base of the dildo’s shaft with her left hand and took half of its length into her mouth. The younger teacher’s head bobbed up and down as she sucked on the plastic pole, lubricating it with her saliva. Then, after one last lascivious lick of her tongue, the cheerleading coach shifted sideways to where she would have an unimpeded view of events, and Ms Melendez stepped assuredly towards me with the dildo projecting forwards like a sapphic spear. The Deputy Principal took a moment to run her hands caressingly all over my body, from my neck and shoulders, down over my breasts and stomach and waist, and then she reached between my legs and teased apart my glistening labia. Taking a grip at my hips, she flexed her pelvic muscles and nudged the knob of the plastic cock into me. I gave a broken moan as the tall woman used the leverage of her height to pivot her hips around and under me – and then with a galvanic upwards thrust she drove the dildo into me, so far and fast and hard that I gave a hoarse shriek and was almost lifted of my feet. ‘Take it, bitch – take it, take it all! You’re gonna be our bitch, our little fuck-bitch!’ grunted Ms Melendez, her breath coming louder and faster as she arched her back, pulling the solid plastic rod almost out of me and then pile-driving it back in, penetrating me all the way until her pelvis was grinding hard against my crotch. Before I could do anything more than gasp in response, the handsome Hispanic woman repeated the cycle, and then she continued to piston the dildo in and out of my sopping hole, even faster and more forcefully. There was no subtlety in this, none at all: it was fucking, pure and simple fucking – raw, hard, relentless, merciless, drilling, excavating, cunt-reaming fucking. And it was what I wanted; more than anything ever before, I wanted these women to use me with unrestrained passion, to break upon me like a tidal wave and leave my landscape changed forever. So I replied, in so far as what came from my mouth had any coherency at all: it was plaintive babbling imprecations, sobbing and gasping and shuddering, and begging always to be fucked more and more and harder and harder. Certainly I offered myself to them unreservedly, promising willingly to be their bitch, to be their fuck-toy, to be their pussy-slut and sex-slave for anything they wanted to do to me or me to do for them – in any costume, in any position, in any bondage. I wouldn’t have believed that it was possible to get sexually higher than Ms Melendez’s battering penetrations of my pussy were now taking me – but then Ms Templeton double-teamed me! She stepped up right behind the Deputy Principal, pressing her cunt against the older woman’s firm butt, and rode with her – arching her hips backwards as Ms Melendez drew the dildo outwards, and then devastatingly adding the weight of her body to the swing of the Hispanic woman’s pelvis and the ripping surge of the phallic rod slamming into me. Finally, as the coup de grace, the athletic cheerleading coach snaked her long arms around Ms Melendez’s rib-cage and grasped my breasts, kneading them and pulling and twisting on my nipples! A wild scream was torn from my throat, I jerked wildly to the limited extent that the restrictive ropes and the pinioning dildo would permit, and came with a convulsion that nearly dislocated my shoulders and did painfully wrench my back. As I did so, giving sharp staccato shrieks and spasming as if I had been plugged into the electric grid (and I had – the Lesbos Power Company, Unlimited!), Ms Melendez orgasmed as well – she was more controlled, vocally and physically, but her short deep grunts and the quivering intensity of the shudders that I could feel coursing through her were unmistakeable. For a moment, in the aftermath of her climax, the tall teacher slumped against me, and I felt the delicious slickness of the smooth skin of her breasts, coated with a sheen of sweat, as they slid against my own more modest mounds. After a moment in which we all caught our breath, Ms Templeton drew her older lover back towards her, and the dildo popped out of my pussy as the Deputy Principal eased away from me to lean against the cushioning pillow of her younger colleague’s bust. Ms Melendez held me steady with her gaze, and pursed her lips consideringly. ‘One final thing, and then your initiation – and my pleasure – will be complete!’ With that she gestured to the ropes that held me in place, and Ms Templeton moved at once to untie them; fortunately, I had by now recovered enough strength not to need their support. The cheerleading coach took a gentle grip on my shoulders and steered me the two or three steps to stand in front of the Deputy Principal, and then once again Ms Templeton’s downwards pressure communicated wordlessly all that I needed to know. I sank to my knees, and gazed reverently at the smooth-shaven and sweat-sheened jutting cunt now revealed by the removal of the strap-on, as Ms Melendez stood in front of me, her arms akimbo on her hips and her vagina level with my face. I ran my tongue across my half-parted lips in excitement and desire, but before I could lean forwards and close the few inches between my mouth and the meaty folds of the Deputy Principal’s pudenda, Ms Templeton told me to wait: ‘Just a moment, Jayne – seeing as you’re taking to this so well, there’s something else needed!’ I paused, though I could barely tear my eyes away from the mature Hispanic woman’s Venus mound, whilst the pungent musk of her sexual arousal made my head swim with desire. In my peripheral vision, I saw Ms Templeton stoop and pick up two of the skipping ropes that had been discarded when I was unbound. With a flutter of excitement in my stomach, I realised that I was about to be restrained again! Obediently, I remained kneeling in submission in front of the Deputy Principal, whilst allowing her younger colleague to draw both of my arms behind my back. Ms Templeton wrapped one end of the first skipping rope several times around my right ankle, and then she used the remaining length of the rope to bind my right wrist next to it, after which she followed the same pattern with my left ankle and wrist. The result pulled me slightly backwards so that my head was at the perfect angle for pussy-eating, whilst it also forced me to spread my knees apart in order to keep my balance, and most of all it left my cunt and tits exposed and defenceless. I tensed against the ropes and found that they were securely in place, which gave me a delicious thrill. At once, I shuffled forwards on my knees until my face was pressed against the Deputy Principal’s pussy, and I eagerly squirreled my tongue into her gash. Perhaps it was just my imagination, but somehow she tasted more mature than Ms Templeton, with a fuller flavour and sharper tang to her juices. Her vagina was slick and loose, which I guessed was partly from the number of strap-on fucks she must have taken over the years, and partly from her arousal on this occasion. I first lapped up her nectar, licking up and down the length of her gash, and then I curled my tongue to give it greater rigidity and stuck it into her hole as forcefully as I could. I was rewarded with an audible exhalation of breath, and then, as I pushed and probed as far into her as I could reach, Ms Melendez began to give little mewling pants, which turned me on and encouraged me to still greater efforts. Then I gave a yelp of my own, though it was almost inaudible as my face was so closely pressed against the Deputy Principal’s cunt. The reason for my sound – a mixture of surprise and arousal – was that Ms Templeton had taken up a kneeling position on the floor behind me, and then had reached under my butt and spread my pussy lips apart. Her long index finger slid easily into my vulnerable vagina, spearing me up to her knuckle. Then the younger teacher began to tease her finger in and out of me, until I was whimpering from the stimulation. During all of this, I was trying to concentrate on my immediate task of eating out the Deputy Principal, whilst ignoring the distraction of what her younger colleague was doing to me. However, the latter was mission impossible, and soon the rhythm of my licks and probes into Ms Melendez’s hole began to match the pace and timing of Ms Templeton’s finger-fucking penetrations of me. The younger teacher expertly drove me higher and higher, whilst my own clumsy but eager attempts at cunnilingus were from their very inexperience thoroughly arousing for the Deputy Principal. As the latter took hold of the back of my head with both of her hands and began to hump and grind her crotch against my face, giving audible groans as she did so, Ms Templeton knew that the crucial moment was almost there. She added a second finger to the one which had been shafting me, curled them both upwards, and with unerring precision targeted my clitoris, which she forcefully abraded. I exploded into yet another drenching orgasm, my thighs shaking so much that without the bondage to brace me I would surely have collapsed. My hoarse scream of ecstasy vibrated directly against Ms Melendez’s pubic bone, which then transmitted this to the nerve ends in her vagina. The impact swept the mature Hispanic woman to her crescendo, and with a shuddering moan she climaxed as well, squirting pussy juice across my cheeks and mouth. For a moment, Ms Melendez held me in place against her cunt, and then with a sigh her hands fell away from my head, and she leaned backwards against the vaulting horse. It took her a moment to catch enough breath, but then she spoke with a radiant smile. ‘Well done, Jayne, very well done! That was an amazingly good performance for a newbie ... there’s no doubt you’re a natural, Jayne my sweet – you just soaked that up, didn’t you? A natural lezzie, you are, that’s definite ... which means, there’s such a lot we can show you, for all our pleasure.’ ‘Oh, yes! Yes, Miss – please, yes!’ I replied eagerly; ‘I’d love that, Ms Melendez – I really, really, really would!’ The senior teacher looked at her junior colleague for a moment, and was given a small nod in return. Then Ms Melendez turned to me, cupping my chin in the palm of her left hand. ‘Make your excuses to your parents and friends for Saturday afternoon, and at three o’clock Carole will pick you up in her car – she’ll arrange with you exactly where – and bring you out to my house, which is nice and private and has plenty of space. She’ll have Susie with her as well, but instead of our regular threesome, we’ll have a foursome and really give you an education. In fact’, and here she reached out playfully to pinch my sticky vaginal lips, ‘I’ll take great pleasure in showing you the ropes myself – I have just the right room for it, with everything that we might need!’ I stammered my thanks and assured them both how much I would look forward to it, and promised unreservedly to participate in anything that they might desire. With a smile, the Deputy Principal got dressed, and then gave me a lingering French kiss before Ms Templeton unlocked the gym door and the older woman slipped away. Only then did the cheerleading coach untie me, telling me to take a quick shower to wash the smell of cum off my body. Even this mundane exercise was sexually charged, for as I stood under the shower-head, luxuriating in the stream of stingingly-hot water that gushed from it and ran down my chest and back, Ms Templeton lounged in the doorway and let her gaze wander appreciatively over my firm young body. She also helped to dry me, rubbing a white cotton towel around my breasts – stimulating my nipples to renewed hardness – and then across my stomach and down between my legs, where I shivered at the deft touch of her fingers through the fabric as it brushed up and down my vaginal slit. When we were both fully dressed, I helped the teacher to straighten the furniture in the gym and remove anything which might suggest that anyone had been there. We then exited the building by a side door near to the staff car park, using Ms Templeton’s swipe card to avoid setting off any alarms. Not surprisingly, her car was the only one still standing there, as even the Deputy Principal had now left. It was only a few minutes drive to the road where I lived, and Ms Templeton let me out at the corner, about two hundred yards from my house and out of its sight, so that no awkward questions might be asked. I was amazed to see from my watch that it was only a few minutes after five o’clock, so that I would still be home before either of my parents returned from their work. School had finished as usual at half-past-three, and so my sexual revolution had taken only about an hour – and yet it had changed so much! As I walked up to my front door, my feet almost literally gliding on air, I relished the thought that my life as a teenage lesbian fuck-slut and bondagette was about to begin, and I offered up a silent prayer of thanks for the turn of fortune that had made it possible by guiding Ms Templeton’s note into the wrong – but oh! so right – locker. If you enjoyed this, I have posted the previous two stories at the same time – to find them, follow the author link at the top of this story (where you can also find my other all-girl lesbian stories). The other three stories will follow in the next few weeks.

When I woke the next morning it didn’t take long for me to remember what I had seen. Then I remembered my 10 o’clock meeting and tried to decide what to do. Should I try to forget him, to never talk to him again, or should I go over there and give him a piece of my mind. This was my dilemma. I finally made my decision and decided to go over there and give him a piece of my mind. I headed over there and got there right before 10 AM, more by accident then intention. He was standing there waiting and I couldn’t believe his nerve as he was holding one of the bikinis. “Are you out of your mind, I came here to tell you what an ass you are,” I yelled almost at the top of my lungs. Growing up our parents had told us that a lady does not swear like a sailor. They even went to the trouble to play a few videos of female comedians swearing and they were right it just looked trashy. I think after that lesson, I had only on two occasions ever even used bad words, but this time, I was more mad then I had ever been and it seemed fitting to call him an ass. “What are you flipping out about,” he asked me like he didn’t even know, “Come on put this on or go home.” I couldn’t believe his nerve he actually thought I would put that on and actually thought I had any desire to stay there. “Your crazy, I’m not putting that on, I. . . I cant believe you actually said. . . the L word to me,” I blurted struggling to hold back tears. “I do love you baby,” he said looking into my eyes, “I’m not sure what the problem is now come on put this on.” I took the bikini from his hand and threw it on the floor shouting back at him, “You. . . you have a girl friend.” He looked into my eyes again thinking and then asked, “Sara? You didn’t know about Sara? I have been with her for almost a year and a half. What’s that got to do with us?” “You told me you love me. How can you love ME and have a girl friend. I don’t know what you call love but you cant love one girl and be a boy friend to another,” I protested now crying unable to hold back my hurt and anger. “You’re not ready for sex yet Tori. Your just a freshman, Sara is a junior and we’ve had sex lots of times,” he said matter of factly like it wasn’t really even a big deal. He continued, “I do love you Tori. And like I told you, you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Now come on stop being silly, put this on.” He walked over to where I had thrown the bikini picked it up and walked back to me. “I. . . cant be in love with a guy who has another girl friend. I wanted to be your girl friend, I said pulling myself together a little bit. “What do you want me to do,” he asked, “Do you want me to break up with her. To be exclusive with you?” I looked at him stunned surprised he really thought he needed to ask that, “Yes. . .I . . . would think that’s what the words I love you would mean to you, being exclusive.” He stood there for what seemed like a whole minute starring at me still holding the stupid bikini before he replied, “Okay. . . Okay, I’m willing to do that but. . . I need you to understand some things if you are going to be my girl friend. I am a jock, a star jock, this is going to be my senior year and a very important year for me. I have to earn a college scholarship and I have to maintain an image. And Tori, I can have any girl in school I want. . . . If you really want to be my girl friend you have to understand what that really means. You have to be willing to do anything for me. Anything I ask. Ever, no matter what. I can respect that you’re not ready yet for sex but that will have to change soon, okay?” I stood there looking at him thinking about what he said still feeling my heart pounding in my chest. Before I could respond he continued, “I really have fallen in love with you and I’ve enjoyed every minutes we’ve spent together but if you expect me to break up with my girl friend, a varsity cheer leader and to be exclusive with you, you have to understand what your asking me to sacrifice. I expect you to be willing to do anything I want, without exception or hesitation.” I have to admit I had not thought about who he really was, how important his image was to him in the school. I mean this guy was expecting to get like a football scholarship to a big university. Like he said he probably could have almost any girl in the school he wanted. I was just going to be a freshman and he was a senior. “Are you sure this is really what you want, cause I will call Sara right now and break up with her. We can become exclusive, if that is really truly what you want. BUT you also have to accept the consequences and responsibilities of that desire.” This time he left the conversation quiet and let me think. We just stood there a few minutes looking at each other and then to the ground. “Is that what you want,” he asked one more time? I nodded. With that he took my hand walked us into the house, up the stairs and to his room. He picked up the phone pulling me close to him. “Sara, hey, this is me,” he said into the phone as she answered and I could hear her voice. “I’m breaking up with you. There is someone else and I need a fresh start for my senior year.” I heard her stammer, and I have to admit it made me sick to my stomach to think how she must be feeling at the moment and I was the cause. “Okay,” I heard her respond her voice cracking as she said it and I heard her sniffle. “Sorry babe but I’m sure you’ll find someone else,” he finished, “Bye.” And with that he hung up the phone. He looked at me and lifted the bikini to me. I took it, said nothing undressed and put it on. No sooner then I had it on and he practically tackled me flopping us down onto his bed. He laid on top of me and kissed me hard. We laid there a while making out, my head spinning from all this. We were there making out for a while when he pushed his hand into the top of the bikini bottoms. His fingers worked down to my private the place where no one was supposed to touch. Well except the guy you love, right? His fingers worked lower and lover onto my sex, feeling and rubbing over my tender sex. I was so scared I wanted to stop him but he just broke up with a junior for me, scratch that a girl who was going to become a senior and a varsity cheerleader. So I stayed quiet and let him feel me up. I had a moment of mistaken relief when he pulled his hand out, but he only did this long enough to untie the bikini bottom and then he put his hand right back there. He didn’t pull them away but it didn’t take long after he pushed his hand back there again before it was pulling from my body. “I love that you don’t have hair here, keep it like that, okay,” he asked of me. Then he worked his fingers over my sex over and over and it felt pretty good except for like everything with Scott he’s so aggressive. I did get wet and as soon as I felt the shame of his finger finding my wetness he started to work to push it inside me. He kept rubbing and fingering me to where I was getting sore, but I couldn’t tell him this, I couldn’t stop him he’d get mad at me, and I thought about it and then began to understand it that women fake orgasm. I’m not sure how much of my movement and noises were from the feelings or from my efforts to make him think I was going to cum, but after a while when I was getting to where I didn’t think I could take it anymore I made high pitched noises more and more and more, until I arched and jerked and pretended to cum. My clit was truly feeling swollen and sore and I had to make it stop so I rolled away from him on my side quickly and pulled my legs to my chest. He cuddled to me and held me gently. “Good girl. Now doesn’t that feel awesome,” he said proud he’d brought me to climax, or so he thought. But I didn’t care, he had broken up with Sara and WE were boy friend girl friend, Exclusive. “I’m hungry how bout you,” he asked sitting up on the bed. I was too and nodded. Like he seemed to do so often, he surprised me, picking up the skirt I had worn to his house. “Put this on, but no panties,” he instructed. I did what he asked and downstairs we went. His mom was in the kitchen and offered us lunch the minute we walked in. We chit chatted small talk with her and were standing side by side at the counter, when she was busy preparing the food he would reach under the skirt and rub my bare butt. I started to move away but he reached up and grabbed my waist hard and pulled me back hard up against him. Then his hand went back to my bare butt again. I was relieved as she finished preparing lunch and we went to the table to eat. Right after lunch the door bell rang and he went to answer the door. It turned out to be Mike Scott’s best friend. Mike lived a couple blocks away so I knew him but not well. He was in the same grade as Scott. “Mike do you remember Tori,” he asked his best friend. Mike looked at me very unsure taking a while. “Isn’t your sister. . . Sherri,” he asked looking at me. I nodded. “I broke up with Sara today and Tori is my new bitch,” he told his best friend. I wasn’t sure what to think about that word but hey, these are guys. We headed out to the back yard and they got a football. They were throwing it back and forth and tossed it to me once in a while which I struggled to catch. It felt so weird being outside in a skirt and no panties, and worse running around for a football. After throwing the football around for quite a while we headed to the garage. I got nervous when I saw Scott close the garage door. He then walked over to a refrigerator I had not noticed before opening it. The fridge was full of beer. He pulled 3 of them out twisting off the top of one, handing it to Mike, a second to me doing the same and one for himself. He looked me in the face waiving two fingers and said, “Two drinks, okay?” Mike looked at him odd but Scott just smiled and said, “Watch.” I lifted the beer to my mouth and started to drink gulping beer down swallowing over and over. I swallowed 5 gulps before finally tilting the bottle back upright seeing I had drank just a little less then half the bottle. Scott tilted his beer and downed just a little more then half. “Okay finish,” he instructed me and reached gently lifting my beer up to my mouth. I did as I was told and gulped it down again. I tried to really focus and I was able to finish only leaving a little foam in the bottle. Mike giggled a little watching me finish off my beer. Then Scott surprised me as always reaching and taking the empty bottle from me but then handing me his beer and said one word, “finish.” I wanted to argue and protest but remembered our conversation that morning. I also felt embarrassed that he just commanded me to do something and there in front of Mike I did so. As I was considering what to do he gently took hold of the beer bringing it up to my mouth and I tilted it and downed the rest of his beer. They both snickered then Mike took his turn swigging his beer. He only managed to drink a good bit less then half. Then Scott reached over took his beer turned to me, holding it out to me and said, “Finish it off, okay.” He was looking at me sternly. I struggled to but did as I was told and drank down the remainder of Mike’s beer. Scott then went to the fridge and got out 3 more beers. Again he opened one handing it to Mike, set his down and opened the third. As he offered it to me he looked me in the eyes and said, “I want you to try to drink the whole beer at once okay?” I looked at him unsure but before I could protest he added, “Just try okay.” I nodded and took the beer and took a breath collecting myself. I tilted it up and started drinking downing a little less then ¾ before I couldn’t drink any more and turned the bottle upright. “Goooooood,” he complimented, “now finish it.” I did as I was told wiping my mouth with my hand after. He then opened his beer and drank down less then a quarter of it. Again Scott was able to surprise me when he placed his hand on my shoulder and gave me one of his one word commands, “Kneel.” I looked at him surprised and then looked at Mike to which he replied, “Its okay. . . Kneel.” I did as my boy friend asked and slowly lowered to my knees. Mike looked surprised but just smiled. Then Scott again held out his beer to me with a one word command, “Finish.” I looked at him perplexed not wanting to drink all that much but I felt his hand go to the bottle and push it to my lips. Up the bottled tipped and I started gulping it down. It was so much and I was struggling but his voice softly again said the command, “finish.” I didn’t have much choice as he held the bottle up and I gulped it down, unhappily. I hadn’t noticed that Mike was sipping his beer. He had managed to drink just a few sips and I followed Scott’s eyes to Mike’s beer. Scott then bent far over and kissed me deeply. As he did he stroked my hair softly. He looked me straight in the eyes and said, “I love you.” He then reached for the beer and Mike placed it in his hand. Scott then held it out to me with a one word command again, “Finish.” I looked at him frustrated, and starting to feel very full of beer, but he just looked back at me with a gentle smile and then again softly said the command, “Finish.” I took the beer, tipped it up and began to gulp down just a little less then a full bottle of beer. A little eeked out from the edge of my mouth but to the most part I drank the rest of the beer. At that point I was feeling very bloated, I had drank close to five beers in less then about 15 minutes. I was also feeling a bit of the buzz from the beer. Then I was stunned again as suddenly Scott quickly opened his pants pulling his cock out, he was right in my face in moments and again said one word, “Open.” Now I was embarrassed that he had asked me to kneel in front of Mike and then had commanded me to drink beer after beer but to do something sexual in front of someone else. I just think this was a lot to ask. But as I was considering it, he started to smack his cock in my face. It hit my mouth, my nose and then he hit one cheek and the other with it and those were pretty hard. “Open,” he commanded again. I wasn’t really sure what to do but also didn’t know how to get outta this situation so I did the only sure thing I knew to do, I opened my mouth for my boy friends cock. Within seconds his cock was moving like a piston in my mouth again. Over and over with Scott’s strong hands on the back of my head helping him work it down my throat again. For he first time I was aware of the sounds I made as it seemed to echo in the garage and I was aware that Mike was hearing those noises. Scott held my head hard like always and was fucking my face hard and fast all while Mike watched. I felt so ashamed. In and out in, and out it went. Fortunately I didn’t take him long and as always just before he came he said one word, “Swallow.” After having done so all the other times, and after having gulped down the beers he hardly needed to remind me, it seemed the most natural thing to do. So as he shot his load I gulped it down my throat. I was so ashamed to have done that in front of Mike and my face must have turned red because it felt warm and maybe it was the beer too. As usual Scott held me there for a while after he came before finally letting me go. After zipping up putting away his cock he walked back to the fridge and brought out another beer. He squatted down in front of me and after opening the bottle he pushed it to me and said a one word command, “Finish.” I looked at him frustrated and tired for a few minutes but then took the beer tilting it up and started gulping it down. I don’t know how I did it but this time I finally managed to chug a whole bottle of beer. Then he began a long diatribe, “Baby, other then you and my mom Mike is the most important person in my life. I have known him since we were both toddlers and we’ve been best friends ever since. He’s been there with me through my worse times and I’ve been there for him. There isn’t anything in the world I wouldn’t do for him.” He paused a moment to let it sink in then continued, “You know I love you very much and I broke up with Sara for you and you and I are now exclusive to each other. But you are the absolute best head I have ever had and I can’t deny the third most important person in my life that experience. If you really truly love me then I want you to stay right here open your mouth and wait for Mike to share his cock with you. If you really love me you’ll do it happily.” With that he got up, walked over to Mike tapped him on the arm. Mike looked at him unsure then looked at me. “Go on Mike, she loves cum and she’s the best in the world,” Scott said to his friend. I couldn’t believe what he had just asked me and I thought about getting up and running away, I also felt really dizzy and silly and next thing I know Mike was in front of me working to take out his cock. I didn’t notice till I felt him touch me that Scott had moved in behind me and put his hands on the back of my head and said a one word command again, “Open.” I felt dirty and ashamed looking at my boy friend’s best friend’s cock and I’m not sure what inside me made me do it, but I weakly complied and opened my mouth for Mike’s cock. Mike didn’t hesitate anymore and within seconds was pushing it deep into my mouth. And I felt Scott behind me pushing me more forward onto the cock. Suddenly I felt the cock at my throat and then felt it push into my throat. I hardly realized how much easier that was getting to be to do. Within a matter of several seconds, Mikes cock was stroking in and out of my mouth and throat over and over. As it continued Scott held my head and then found a way to surprise me again. His other hand went down to my butt, working its way under my skirt. He rubbed softly all over my butt and then worked his finger into the crack. He worked lower and lower while Mike continued to fuck my face until his fingers past my tiny butt hole. Suddenly I felt his fingers find my sex and I felt more dirty and ashamed then ever. His finger rubbed over my lower lips several times and then worked to push between them. As Mike worked to move his hips in a rhythm Scott began to plunge his finger inside me. I was ashamed to be very wet and knew he realized it and took advantage of it working the finger inside me more. “Swallow,” I heard Scott say several strokes before his best friend started to cum. I guess he wasn’t sure when it would happen. Soon I was swallowing down my throat my boyfriend’s best friend’s cum while my boy friend fingered me. Mike came quite a bit and I was a little surprised at this but managed to get it all down. I was glad that the minute he was done, he quickly withdrew and went and leaned on the car. “Fuckkkkkkkkkk Scott, she’s awesome,” Mike said to Scott. “Told you,” Scott replied surprising me a little making me wonder when they had discussed me. I was relieved as Scott gout out from behind me and we all looked spent and tired. I wasn’t sure of what I thought of all this I just know I was buzzed from all the beer I had drank. Scott got us each another beer out of the fridge but I was relieved as I was about to protest he handed me mine without giving me a command to chug the beer. I did want something to rinse the taste of Mike’s cum from my mouth so I opened the beer and started sipping it. After I had drank half the beer Scott turned to me and said, “You’d better be getting home soon. Come by at 10 AM tomorrow and we’ll go to the mall.” Wow what a day I had had. I thought my relationship was over and went to his house to tell him off and what does he do, he calls Sara and breaks up. Then we kiss and make out and he fingers me for the first time. Then we have fun with his best friend and a football before an afternoon I’m not sure I will ever forget. I learn to chug beer and then in front of my boyfriend’s best friend I give my boyfriend head. Then to finish the day my boyfriend asks me to give head to his best friend. And I do it. What does this make me. Am I a slut? I never thought I would question if I was that word. But oh my God I had just given oral sex to two boys one after the other. If I heard another girl did that I would call her that in a heartbeat. But am I? I walked the rest of the way home, not feeling very good about myself. That evening I kept pondering who I was more. I mean, this guy, Scott, varsity quarter back. When school started he would be a senior and me just a freshman. Had he really done what it appeared he had did. I mean my sister knew his girlfriend was Sara. And I’m pretty sure that was her voice on the phone. Did he really break up with her for me. And what had I agreed to? To do anything he asked? And what did that mean? I had learned a couple things it meant. It meant changing clothes in front of him even getting completely naked. It meant giving him a blowjob. It meant being topless while giving him a blow job. And today, today I guess it even meant giving his best friend a blowjob. So what did this make me? He was right about a few things, he probably could get any girl in the school to be his girl friend. But would they do anything he wanted. He said Sara had been sleeping with him. Did she give him head? Did she give his best friend head? I didn’t know, I just knew I had. Was I really a slut? Was it worth being a slut to be his girlfriend. I made myself stop thinking about it so I could sleep. ************** The next morning I woke up thinking I need to start finding a way to let mom know I had a boyfriend. I wasn’t even really sure if she would allow it, I know she didn’t let Sherri have one for a long time but there had to be a way for me. I decided to ask permission to go to the mall and I decided to try to get mom or Sherri to drive me rather then bringing up Scott taking me. At breakfast I brought it up and mom was hesitant at first mostly cause she felt it was last minute notice but as Sherri didn’t want to go mom agreed to drop me off. I hurried to go call Scott and let him know that I would meet him there. I was happy he didn’t question it. My heart was pounding in my chest when I got to the mall. For some reason I was afraid he wasn’t going to show up or want to be with me. But within five minutes of getting there I found him. Right there in the mall he gave me a huge kiss. I was shocked but very happy as some kids I knew went to the high school 2 girls and 2 guys saw us kissing. We then started walking around the mall. I was curious what he had in mind. As we walked around, I started to get the impression he had not set agenda. Then I was amazed and happy as he stopped to talk to a couple varsity football players and introduced me to them as his new girlfriend. This happened several more times and I began to feel myself glowing and a smile stay on my face. The break up with Sara had to be real if he was introducing me to all these high school kids as his girl friend. I was so stunned and excited that by the time it was lunch time I was elated, happy and had forgotten about yesterday’s activities. We even ate in the food court with a couple more guys from the football team and some girls from the drill team. He held my hand and introduced me to everyone as his girlfriend. After lunch we played some games in the arcade and were having a lot of fun together. We kissed often and he whispered he loved me in my ear a few times and I whispered it back to him. At one point as we were walking through one of the department stores we went by the rest rooms. He grabbed a tight hold of my hand and told me, “Hey I gotta take a piss. . . .Come on.” And pulled me to the men’s room door. Into the men’s room we went and I got nervous and tense. Thank God there were no men in there when we went in and he horridly pulled me into a bathroom stall. He opened his pants up standing in front of the toilet and pulled his cock out, he then looked at me smiling and said, “Here hold it.” My eyes were wide and I swallowed hard and carefully took hold of his cock. He started giggling as he started to pee and I struggled to make sure it went into the toilet. We were both laughing. After he finished peeing he told me to shake it which I did and the final drops fell off. He then turned to me and started to pull at my clothes. “What are you doing,” I asked surprised. “Undressing you,” he replied confidently. I didn’t really know what to think or do so I just stood still as he pulled my shirt up and off, which he then carefully hung on the hook on the back of the door. He then took my bra off hanging it up as well. Then he untied the tie on my skirt and pushed it down my legs and I complied lifting one foot then the other out of the skirt. “Scott, I don’t think this is a good idea,” I argued. But he just shushed me and kept undressing me pulling my panties down and off. Those he didn’t hang on the hook instead he put them into his pocket. “Don’t wear panties with skirts and I want you to wear skirts every day.” I was now naked except my shoes but before I could think about that I felt him take hold of one ankle reaching down and pulling one shoe off, then the other. I was now standing naked in the stall in the men’s room in the department store. He pressed me against the wall kissing me hard and deep then after the kiss said, “God I love you so much.” As we moved around the stall I realized and hated the fact he removed my shoes as the floor of the stall felt filthy to my feet and I tried not to think about what might be on that floor. We kissed again for a while during which he rotated us around getting me close to the toilet and him by the stall door. Then to my horror he said one of his one word commands again, “Kneel.” “Scott, the floor is filthy,” I protested. But ignored my debate and put his hands on my shoulders pushing down pretty hard, “Kneel,” he commanded again. Against my better judgment I let him guide me down kneeling down with my feet out behind me my calves touching the floor one foot on each side of the toilet. So there I was naked in the men’s room of a department store kneeling on the filthy floor by the toilet, what had my boyfriend gotten me into this time? I felt his fingers run through my hair and take hold of my head and I think I started to do it before I got his command, “Open.” Like I said I started opening even before he said it and I felt his cock pushing in before he finished. His cock was very hard and aroused and he started being very aggressive. I guess the men’s bathroom in the department store at the mall excited him. He was face fucking me very quickly. To my horror I heard the door to the men’s room open and closed. Then saw feet walking into the bathroom. They went to the urinal hanging on the wall and I heard someone start to pee. Not only did Scott not slow, he held me harder and started fucking my face faster. I was relieved when I saw the feet head to the door and leave. Without seeming to stop to wash hands which for once I was glad about. A few seconds later, the door again opened and closed. Shoes tapped on the floor the sound moved around us and against my hopes wound up in the next stall. I watched them walk in front of the toilet, face away from it, then pants drop and he must have sat down. Scott was still fucking my face. To my disgust I heard the man pass gas and we got the scent of it a few seconds later. That didn’t seem to affect Scott who kept pumping in and out. I heard the distinctive sound of a little splash and thought I’d puke. Then I heard my worst fear, “Holy shit. Oh my God, you go man.” Just like I could see the man’s shoes and pants in his stall, he had looked to ours and likely saw my legs, feet and Scott’s feet. Just as he was saying this I felt Scott begin to cum. I hoped against hope he would not give his normal command so I quickly started swallowing. To my relief he just moaned as I gagged his cum down my throat. I heard the toilet paper roll spin in the next stall. “Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm,” I heard him hum in the next stall. Scott as always hugged me face to his groin as he finished. And I felt so dirty and ashamed. I heard the man’s pants lift up and then the toilet flush and he said, “Bye.” And with that the feet walked to where the sinks were, I heard water run, paper towels pull and the door open and close. “You were fantastic,” Scott said. Still holding me at his groin. “You’re amazing, I love you so much,” he said this with his cock still softening in my mouth. He finally pulled out of my mouth and then put his hands under my arms and started lifting me up, but not all the way to my feet he got me high enough then eased me back and sat me on the toilet. But on the toilet itself without the seat down. “Hey the seat’s not down,” I protested. “It’s okay,” he replied and then started opening my legs, “Open your legs.” Within seconds he had my knees wider then the toilet and he could see my sex. “I want to watch you pee,” he said looking at me down there. Next thing I know his hand is going down between my legs touching my sex. “I cant,” I protested. “Yes you can, just pee,” he shot back. I sat there starring at him not sure I would do this. “Come on just pee or we’ll stay in here till you do,” he threatened. Then I was surprised by him again as he stood straight up walked straight in front of the toilet took hold of his cock and started to pee. His stream started going straight into the water but he carefully lifted it up some until his stream hit me right between the legs on my slit. I looked at him angrily as he peed on me there. I did need to pee and after he did that a few seconds it worked and made me need to pee. He smiled down at me as I let my stream flow. “Beautiful,” he said watching me pee. I was glad when he had finished as he didn’t get too much of his pee on me. I grabbed for toilet paper and wiped myself. He then reached for my hand and helped me to my feet. He then helped me get dressed. I was anxious to get out of the bathroom. I felt much better when we were completely out of the department store. As we walked around I felt so dirty. I struggled not to cry. But soon he was acting like the celebrity of the mall and introducing me to everyone he knew. I was ashamed of what I had been doing yet proud to be on his arm. We walked around the mall and I had mixed emotions but all the kids noticing me made me feel good about myself even as dirty as I felt for what I had done. As it got closer to time for mom to pick me up I felt better about things and more and more people were learning my name and who I was. ********* After getting home I talked on the phone with Scott a little while. I was wanting my mother to know I had a boy friend, even though I knew it was a risk. To me the most important thing in my competition with my sister was to rub it in her face. And it was great that it was getting out to the kids at my future high school that I was his girl friend but to actually be able to have him come over to our house would be the ultimate one up. So he agreed that I should try to see if he could join us for lunch tomorrow and we said our goodnights. So I had my morning mission and went about making mom happy. I started my own load of laundry and vacuumed my room right after breakfast. I emptied the dishwasher of their clean dishes from dinner last night and reloaded the morning dishes. It was right after that my mom new something was up and just asked me, “Okay Tori what are you after.” “Can I have a friend over for lunch,” I asked not sure if I should mention the friend was male. My mom replied, “You know its okay if any of your little friends eats with us if their over playing with you.” I couldn’t believe she made me sound so much like a baby, but I controlled my reaction and just asked, “Is it okay if it’s Scott from down the street.” Mom looked at me a little surprised and my sister was passing by just as I was asking and stopped dead in her tracks. “Sure that’s fine,” she said but continued, “But isn’t he a little bit old to be your friend?” My sister’s eyes were wide as I think I had ever seen them and I struggled to control my breathing and my mouth but after catching my breath I simply replied, “Apparently not.” And with that Scott was going to be our guest for lunch. I can not begin to explain how amazing Scott was at being an appropriate guest. He was as polished and polite as any boy could be. My sister could hardly speak the whole time he was there as her breath was taken away and we had a very nice lunch. I think Scott could solve all the world problems because before long he had my mom eating out of his hand, figuratively of course. She laughed at his jokes and smiled for most of lunch. Damn the boy could eat some food though and wiped out almost everything my mom fixed. But with me being such a picky eater my mom was delighted to see her lunch devoured even while she managed to control what went onto my sister’s plate. Scott even helped to clear the table and load the dishwasher before we decided to play games. Not having anything really fun like his Nintendo, so I broke out the Uno cards and both Sherri and mom decided to play as well. We had fun and laughed and I was so excited when mom left the room for a few minutes and I got to kiss Scott right there in front of Sherri. Her face turned green. The visit was going so great and then to my shock my mom invited Scott to join us for dinner too. Scott and I even helped mom fix dinner and he kept her laughing most of the evening. I had a hard time not wanting to touch and kiss him but I did my best to contain myself. We had a really nice dinner and good conversation and too quickly it was over. Scott again helped us with clean up and then I decided it was time to let mom knew we were a couple and right there with her in the kitchen I told Scott thank you and pushed up onto my toes giving him a small kiss on the lips. Scott have enough sense to realized I was doing this on purpose so he went along and gently returned the kiss. I then told my mom I was gonna walk him outside and she said okay. We chatted a tiny bit on the front porch me telling him thank you for coming over and then I got a real kiss from him a nice long deep kiss. Then he headed home. No sooner then my mother heard me come back inside she called for me and I headed back to the kitchen. Here came the lecture, “Tori, I know your growing up and I know Scott seems to be a very nice young man, but don’t you think he’s a little bit old for you?” I replied, “Mama you’ve known him since we were all little and he’s a nice respectable boy. I’m gonna be in school with him next year and he’s a good student and everything.” She replied, “I know Tori but your younger than I am. I’m not sure I’m ready for you to have a boy friend. You’re not old enough for that really and your sister was not allowed to even date till she was much older.” I came back with, “I know mama and that’s why I invited him over cause I wanted you to see what he’s like and I promise that he’s more like a friend and we’re just getting to know each other better.” She came back with, “I don’t know Tori I’m going to have to think about it.” I knew this didn’t mean defeat and I decided to give her time to think. “Yes ma’am,” I replied and headed to my room. I waited a little while and then called Scott and told him about what she’d said not getting too much into the details. We chit chatted and had sweet talk for a while before he wanted off the phone. I wanted to go over to his house sooooo bad but of course couldn’t. After hanging up the phone I opened my door and heard my sister and mother talking. I stepped towards the door of my mother’s room where they were talking and my sister was telling my mother I was way too young for Scott and that it wasn’t fair that I could have a boyfriend at my age when she wasn’t allowed till she was much older. I walked into the room furious and got in her face and was yelling at her that she was just jealous that he liked me and not her and that it had nothing to do with my age. We went back and forth a while before my mother whistled and looked me straight in the eye and said, “Immature behavior from you young lady will not help your cause so you’d better check yourself.” I was glad and relieved that she was still considering it and didn’t just say no right then. So I gave my mom a quick, “Yes Ma’am.” Spun on my heels and left her room. “See what I mean,” my sister shot at my mother. But I was relieved to hear my mom say, “I’ve heard enough out of you too young lady. And my sister huffed out of my mom’s room and headed back to her own. I was furious she would stab me in the back like that then again I had flaunted the kiss right in front of her. The next morning I was so curious if my mother had came to a decision but I knew better then to ask because in the past if you were waiting on a decision from her and you bugged her for it she would use that to make her choice and choose against you. So I bit my tongue and ate quietly trying to look at the newspaper something I almost never did. As we were finishing breakfast my mom said to my sister, “Sherri, I need you to go to the pharmacy and pick up this prescription,” handing her a prescription from a doctor and then continued, “I also need you to get the items on this list. Okay?” My sister looked at me and we both knew I was about to have a private conversation with my mom and there was no arguing but she tried anyway, “I was going to . . .do some laundry.” My mom shot back, “Well you can do that after you get home.” And my sister had no choice but to reply, “Yes Ma’am.” Within a few minutes she had her keys and was headed out of the door to the car and off she went. My mother then took my hand and pulled me to the den and began to explain, “Now Tori your father and I talked about this long and hard last night. We both think your really too young to have a boyfriend.” I felt sick and I must have looked like I was about to argue but before I got a word out mom continued, “But against our better judgment we are not going to forbid you to do so.” Relief came to my heart and I was able to breath again but just as I think I was starting to smile she continued, “However, you are not under any circumstances to be alone with him. Your far too young for that. Either he has to be over hear, or his mom has to be at his house or your sister has to be around, or you have to be with other kids. As long as you follow these rules, we will not ask you to break up. But we also expect you to behave like a proper young lady and keep the physical things, especially kissing, to a minimum. Is that clear?” I nodded yes to her question and replied, “Yes Ma’am.” I wasn’t sure yet how Scott was going to feel about the new rules but I was still excited that at my age I was going to be allowed to have a boyfriend, but not just any boyfriend but the varsity football starting quarterback and a high school senior. “Don’t let me down,” she warned looking me hard in the eyes. My heart was pounding and I wanted to do a victory dance but instead I just replied, “No Ma’am.” And hurried off to my room where I did a victory dance quietly. After calming down some I called Scott and gave him the news afraid he might be disappointed or even want to break up with me but he sounded like he didn’t care at all said, “No problem we will do our best to keep to her rules.” He then invited me to come over to help wash his car. I told him I’d have to check and get changed and I still needed to take a shower. After getting out of the shower I set about the task of getting my mom to let me go to Scott’s but it turned out to not be hard at all. Turns out that Scott got his mother to call my mom and they have been friends for years and they visited and Scott’s mom invited me over to help Scott wash the cars and then for lunch. I was shocked and delighted and off to Scott’s house I went. When I got there Scott was already outside washing the car. I had put clothes on over my bikini so my mom wouldn’t give me a fight about that, but without saying a word I walked into the garage and undressed down to my bikini. We then washed his car and when we finished it he got me started washing his mother’s car. The big rat actually made me do most of the washing on it and he just “managed” the water hose spraying me soaking wet every chance he got. He said it was my punishment for my mother’s rules and for the fact his mother wanted her car washed out of inviting me over. Shortly after we finished her car it was getting close to lunch time and we headed into the garage to put up the supplies for washing. When we got into the garage I told Scott I loved him so much and we kissed long and deep. I then told him I thought I would be ready soon to which he smiled big at me. He then asked me a question that surprised me and I didn’t know what to think. “Would you for our first time have a threesome with me, you and Mike,” he asked. I didn’t know what to think of this question. Before I replied he continued, “It would just be such a special unique experience. Not too many people lose two virginities at one time. I know you haven’t did anal yet and I think it would be amazing. And you know that other then you and my mom Mike is one of the most important people to me. It would also make it very unique for me and that’s very important to me. Your special. Like no girlfriend I have ever had. To know that I helped you experience that your first time would mean the world to me. I want you to think about it okay?” And with that Scott closed the garage door and came to me pulling the ties of the bikini rendering me naked. He then had me put on my t-shirt and skirt without a bra and panties which I was nervous about but he insisted. I hoped his mom didn’t think I was gross for going without a bra so much and I tried my best to hide it from her. I’m not really sure if she noticed as my mind was so preoccupied with the proposal he had made. Here I had thought enough to think I was maybe ready to make love to him and instead he asks me to be not only with him but with Mike. I was so stunned. After lunch he told his mom we were going over to his friend Billy’s apartment and she mentioned Mike and a couple other boys I didn’t know and even said a few girls names. His mom kissed him on the cheek and told us to have a good time and off to Billy’s we went. I didn’t know it at the time but Billy is 18 and has had his own apartment for about three months. He had a blowout with his dad and with the help from his grandparents he got his own place. During the summer he works full time but during school he works part time and his grandparents help him with rent. When we got there it was just Billy and Mike and we were invited in and said hi. Scott made a point to ask me if I was okay with this and if it was within the rules mother set. Technically we were not alone and there were other kids there so I said it was okay to his delight. We chit chatted a while and then they started playing Nintendo. I got to play some but they were all much better then I was. After a while Billy went into the kitchen and got a bottle off the top shelf and poured the drink into four little glasses I later learned are called shot glasses. He handed one to each of us and I asked Scott what it was. He told me it was wonderful Tequila. Billy yelled toast and they all lifted their glasses, so after a second delay I did too. Scott then looked me in the eyes and said one word, “Finish.” He and the others then drank down their glasses of Tequila. I did the same but almost choked and spit it up. They all laughed at me but not in a mean way. Billy grabbed the bottle and went around the room refilling the glasses. I looked at Scott unsure and then said to him, “Scott, I don’t know.” They all lifted their glasses and Scott looked at me and firmly said, “Finish.” And they drank down their shots. I did the same thinking it tasted so strong. Then Billy got beers out of the fridge and passed one to each of us. “Scott I don’t think I’d better. . .” but before I could finish what I was saying he interrupted me saying, “Look Tori we are going to have a good time, you can either have one with us, or you can leave and go home, but if your hear you drink what I tell you to drink.” He then took my beer from me opened the bottle and offered it back to me saying one word, “Finish.” They all tilted their beers up to drink so I did the same. Gulping mine down. Mike and Scott drank about half of theirs and Billy about one third. Scott then handed me his beer and said, “Finish.” And I not sure what to do did what I was told and finished off his beer. The second I had, he handed me Mikes and said it again, “Finish.” I drank it down feeling mad. No sooner had I finished it and I noticed Billy had handed Scott what remained of his beer which Scott handed to me again giving me the command, “Finish.” I drank it down feeling pretty dizzy already. I then leaned back against the sofa and the three of them laughed. I closed my eyes a moment and felt the room spin. Then I felt Scott get up on the sofa next to me. He then pulled my opposite arm pulling me in front of him guiding me to the floor and said, “Kneel.” And I found myself there kneeling on the carpet in front of him sitting on the sofa. I didn’t realize what he had done till I heard the command, “Open.” When I heard this I looked and he had his cock out ready for me to suck. I’m not sure why that seemed so easy for me, probably because of the alcohol. But I just started sucking his cock. My head was spinning and as usually Scott had a good hold of my head doing most of the work moving me then I did myself. I didn’t know what to think of myself though there sucking Scott’s cock in front of Mike and Billy. But I kept it up kept sucking and felt myself being moved on his cock and him moving his hips and before too long Scott shot his load again giving me the one word command, “Swallow.” He didn’t really need to give me that command as it felt natural to do so for him but to his pleasure I did what he wanted and swallowed his cum down. He didn’t hold me there as long as usual but the second I sat up he handed me another shot of tequila telling me, “Finish.” All the guys drank a shot and as we finished Scott moved over an Mike sat down in front of me. I then realized he already had his cock out. I looked over at Scott unhappy and unsure but he just looked me firmly in the eyes and said one word, “Open.” Mike was smiling and I felt very unsure but slowly lowered my mouth down to his cock slowly taking it in. The tequila really had me feeling buzzed and it didn’t seem very long before I felt Mike cum. This time it wasn’t Scott that gave me the command but it was Billy’s voice that said the word, “Swallow.” I felt so ashamed but didn’t really know what else to do since I was now swallowing every time a guy came so I swallowed his cum down. No sooner had he finished shooting his load and I lifted my head up that I was handed another shot by Scott saying one word, “Finish.” I drank the shot down, feeling really warm and my head was really spinning. I looked up and shook my head and blinked my eyes because sitting in front of me was now Billy. And his hand was at his cock stroking it. “Open,” Scotts command came from the other side of the room. And without thinking too much, feeling pretty dizzy I lowered my mouth onto Billy’s cock. Even as buzzed as I was I noticed a different smell and taste and that made me feel very dirty. But I kept sucking the cock and Billy awkwardly moved my head on his cock. I’m not really sure but he seemed like he had not done that as much as Scott and Mike had cause he didn’t seem to know what to do. In a way I hated that and it made it worse cause it took much longer before he came. I was dying for him to cum thinking it would be over then. Finally he shot his load again a new voice, Billy’s, giving me the command, “Swallow.” I lifted my head up out of his lap and again was handed a shot glass by Scott. I was glad it was less full this time and I heard their voices say, “Cheers.” I was then stunned and shocked as I lowered my head from drinking the shot there was another guy sitting there. This guy was a very tall thin black guy and he had a huge cock even larger then Scott’s. Without hesistation I heard Scott give the command from directly behind me, “Open.” “Scott,” I whined, “noooooo.” “Then go home to your mother’s right now drunk off your ass,” he said placing a hand on my shoulder. “Now open,” he commanded again. I was so dizzy and so tired and feeling so. . . drunk. I didn’t know what to do so slowly I opened my mouth and slowly lowered my head. And onto the boy’s cock who’s name I did not even know. To make it worse I heard Scott talking to him saying, “She takes it down the throat see if you can get it all the way in.” As he said this I felt hands on my head forcing me down on the huge cock. It was thicker and longer then Scott’s and it made me gag often. But before long I felt it force down my throat. To make things worse I then felt Scotts hand slide down my ass under my skirt and with me still not having panties on he was able to rub my sex within seconds. Soon he was fingering me as I sucked the big black cock. I felt so ashamed and dirty not knowing who the guy even was. And feeling my boyfriend fingering me knowing his friends Mike and Billy were watching. Unlike Billy this guy knew what he was doing but that didn’t make it go quicker. He also knew how to pace himself and took his time working my mouth and throat for quite a while. I felt like such a slut. His cock kept forcing over and over down my throat and I was then stunned back to reality when I heard a very deep voice give me the command, “Swallow slut.” The added word dug a hole in my heart but I didn’t really know what to do about it as I gagged his cum down. No sooner then I was able to come up for air I felt a wash of cold go through me and I knew I was about to be sick. “I’m gonna be sick,” I groaned out loud and someone handed me a trash bucket. I then vomited beer and tequila and cum up into the trashcan. It was one of those gross disgusting vomits too where not only does it come from your mouth but its so heavy it comes through your nose too. I felt Scott holding me keeping my hair from my face as I puked into the garbage can. I heard some of them laughing. I felt like shit. “It’s okay baby you did so, so good,” Scott encouraged. I stayed there kneeling exhausted and still not sure I was done throwing up. I then felt Scott help me to my feet and he sat on the sofa pulling me down onto his lap. He leaned sideways letting me half lay back in his arms and I felt so exhausted and sick and gross. “You did sooo good baby. I love you so much,” Scott whispered to me. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I hate throwing up and after doing so it felt nice to be held in his arms and comforted. Yet what had me just had me do. I sucked four people’s cock. Two boys I had not met before today, one who’s name I did not even know. I felt like a slut. I’m not sure how, it must have been the alcohol, but I fell asleep there for a while. When I woke up it was just Billy, Scott, Mike and me. “There you are feeling better,” Scott asked? I was so mad at him I didn’t say anything. “You were the life of the party,” Scott stated looking at me with a stupid grin. “Can I go home,” I asked. And he replied, “Sure baby,” kissing me on the cheek then telling me, “I love you.” I didn’t say anything back so he helped me to my feet. He walked me home and I headed straight to my room. I flopped on my bed still feeling like crap and turned on the music just to escape for a while. Later that night Scott called me and we talked on the phone for a while. He talked a lot of sweet talk and told me not to worry too much about what had happened. He told me the guys there were all like brothers to him. Guys on the varsity team that he trusts his health to during the game. He told me none of them would talk and that I would hear no rumors of what we had done that it was just something special that I had shared with him and that it meant so much to him I proved to him how much I loved him. He told me he would see me tomorrow and we would do something special that he knew I’d like. Continued in Chapter 3 **********

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2009 It was a warm day in the early summer of 1961 at Hirstmere Hall, an exclusive boarding school for girls in the southern English countryside. In a top floor study-bedroom, seventeen year-old Sixth Form pupil Susan Meacham was enjoying what she liked best: applying her tongue and fingers to a girl’s cunt and hearing the whimpering moans as she took her to climax. Susan was an adept pussy-eater who had given satisfaction to quite a few girls in her class; she followed the adage often uttered by her teachers, although they probably had other endeavours in mind – ‘practice makes perfect’. The little hussy in front of her, lying back on the bed with her eyes closed and soft groaning sounds issuing from her half-open mouth, was even more delectable than most – in both her attractiveness, and her wanton enjoyment of their mutual lust. Susan did not normally trawl the younger girls (it was almost an unwritten rule that sexual pleasure was taken only with girls of the same year), but Belinda Carrington was worth making an exception for. She was without doubt the prettiest girl in the Fifth Form, with dark hair platted into pigtails, large brown eyes in a cute and deceptively-innocent pixie face, and rosebud lips. Belinda was just over sixteen years old and quite petite, only five foot three inches, with a slim waist, pertly thrusting conical tits which although not really large were quite noticeable on her small body, and a deliciously jutting ass. It was the latter which had most caught Susan’s eye, and there was no doubt that the little minx had been flouncing it past her in a deliberately coquettish way. After a few unmistakeably flirtatious conversations, in one of which Belinda had apparently absent-mindedly undone her top three shirt buttons to give the bigger and taller girl a good view of her bra and cleavage, she had served up a pretext by asking Susan for assistance with some maths problems she was stuck on. Susan had readily consented to help, and suggested a ‘private study session’ in her room on this afternoon – at which the younger girl had actually fluttered her eyelashes at her, smoothed her hands across her shirt front, and promised breathily that she would be there ‘ready and willing for you to show me how to do it’. Well, thought Susan, what could be a clearer promise than that, and the Saturday afternoon – when most pupils and teachers were out for the half-day – would be the perfect opportunity. Susan was well above average in physical charms herself. She had recently turned seventeen, and was five foot eight inches tall, with long natural blonde hair that was usually kept behind an Alice-band or in a pony-tail. Her eyes were more grey than blue, and her figure was ripening into womanhood, with breasts a little fuller than most of the other Sixth Form girls. She was quite slender and trim, and there were still traces of girlish coltishness in her movements. As she was in one of the two senior years (she would be in the Upper Sixth next year), she was entitled to her own study-bedroom – although she rather missed the sexual antics which she had enjoyed with her roommate during the previous year, after ‘lights out’ was called by the teacher on duty. When Belinda arrived for their assignation, neither girl bothered much with the pretence that she was there for help with her maths. Susan gestured for the pretty young schoolgirl to sit on the bed, and then sat down next to her, thigh against thigh. Belinda looked at her demurely, and put her arms behind herself for support, leaning back slightly in such a way as to stick her breasts out even more prominently. Susan placed one hand on Belinda’s nearest knee, and when there was no protest or comment she slowly slid it under the grey uniform skirt and upwards to find and stroke the front of her panties – as she did so, Belinda parted her thighs to allow easier access. For a brief moment, Susan withdrew her hand to unbutton and remove Belinda’s plain white shirt and blue-and-black school tie. Then she urged Belinda further onto the bed, so that the young slut’s head was resting on the pillow. Susan tugged Belinda’s panties down her legs and threw them away, and then pushed the younger girl’s skirt up around her waist and spread her legs wide apart. Susan knelt between them, reaching first for Belinda’s sweetly perky breasts, scooping them out of the plain white cotton bra and then tweaking and licking at the nipples. Belinda started to moan at this, with murmurs that became louder as Susan transferred the attentions of her mouth to the younger girl’s pussy. Several minutes passed pleasantly whilst the tip of Susan’s tongue poked into the tight crevasse of Belinda’s cleft. As she concentrated upon the taste and texture of the sweet girlish opening between Belinda’s thighs, Susan did not hear or notice the door of her room opening. Her first warning was when Belinda gave a startled squeal and jerked backwards against the headboard of the bed, leaving Susan’s face to flop down on the bedsheet. The noise had been very different from Belinda’s previous gasps of pleasure, but when Susan lifted her face to see the cause of this upset, she gave a horrified squawk of her own. Standing beside the bed, hands on her hips and a stern expression on her face, was one of the teachers – Miss Barker, who taught geography and took a class for gym and sports as well. There was nothing Susan could do – she had been caught in a forbidden sexual perversion, and with Belinda’s undressed state and her mouth on the girl’s cunt there was no point in denying it. The colour drained from Susan’s face, as she regarded the stern teacher with shock and fear. Miss Barker was in her early 30s, a fit and sporty woman whose lean figure was the result of frequent exercise; she had fairly short black hair cut in not quite the latest fashion, and the outline of her breasts and the bra encasing them could be seen against her green woollen jumper. Below this she wore a rather severe brown tweed skirt, stockings and plain brown shoes. Miss Barker was not an unpopular teacher, for although quite strict she also had a sense of humour, but now there was no sign of amusement in her expression. ‘Susan!!’, demanded the teacher, ‘what is going on here?’ There was no answer to that rhetorical question – it was obvious what had been taking place, and Susan certainly wasn’t going to name it out loud. After a moment, Miss Barker gave both girls their orders. Susan would report to the Headmistress’s office at once, for as the older girl her offence was the most severe. Belinda was instructed to put her clothes back on, and to wait in Miss Barker’s room until she also would be called to account by the school’s head. As a subdued Belinda started to pull her knickers back on, Susan’s arm was gripped by the forceful teacher and she was marched out of the room and down the stairs. Susan was still fully dressed in her school uniform: black shoes, white knitted socks, a navy blue pleated skirt that fell to just above the knee, a plain white shirt and the school tie. She was instructed to sit on one of the chairs in the corridor outside the Headmistress’s office, while Miss Barker knocked and entered the inner sanctum. After just a moment of the murmuring of voices, the teacher re-emerged and instructed the now tearful and fearful schoolgirl to go in. Susan hesitantly entered the room, whilst the teacher left in the other direction to locate the errant Fifth Former. When Susan entered the Headmistress’s study, she was almost quaking with anxiety. The head of the school had only been appointed two years before, and was an assured and assertive woman of a little over 40. Her name was Miss Sterling, and she was very handsome in a severe way: her dark hair was always tightly coiled and pinned, and she wore almost no make-up. She was quite tall, five foot ten or eleven inches, and well built in proportion – quite large breasts were hidden under her starched blouses and woollen cardigans, and the swell of her hips and buttocks were constrained in the plain two-piece skirts and suits which she always wore. Sitting behind her desk, the Headmistress regarded Susan sternly for a moment before speaking. ‘This is a very serious matter, Susan – very serious indeed. There is no doubt that you were engaged in perverse congress with another pupil – and, what is worse, a younger girl whom you had enticed, perhaps even pressured.’ There was no answer possible to this, as Susan would not make matters better for herself by claiming that Belinda had been an eager participant (indeed, had almost seduced her rather than the other way round), and she would not make things worse for the younger girl by telling tales on her. So Susan just looked at the carpet, red-faced and with the tracks of tears on her cheeks, and mumbled something quite unintelligible. Miss Sterling sniffed disapprovingly, and then gave a slight sigh. To Susan’s horror, the head teacher then said: ‘I’m afraid that you must be expelled from the school; you will have to leave immediately, and I will write to your parents to tell them of the reason for your removal.’ Susan felt almost faint and staggered, clutching the edge of the desk to steady herself. This was awful – it was far, far worse than she had feared or expected. To be expelled from school for lesbianism in the early 1960s was a social disaster – whilst a great deal of sexual congress went on between the girls at boarding schools and the women’s colleges at Oxford and Cambridge universities, the absolute social rule was that it was never publicly acknowledged or exposed. This would mark Susan out as a pariah in her social circle, and it would appal and enrage her parents. She would be ostracised, and her wealthy father might even disinherit her. Anything – absolutely anything – was better as an alternative. Susan began to plead tearfully with the Headmistress, proclaiming how sorry she was and begging to be given another chance. She declared her willingness to accept any other punishment, if only she could remain at the school and her parents not be told of her misdemeanour. In her distraught state, she did not notice the gleam that came into the mature teacher’s eye when she offered this, or realise it was exactly what Miss Sterling had intended when she had announced her draconian punishment. The Headmistress pretended to be swayed by the girl’s contrition and beseechments into slowly reconsidering her decision, whilst concealing her inner glee and the warm dampening in the folds of her labia. This would be sweet, she thought to herself, sweet indeed, as she regarded the attractive and curvaceous young girl-flesh that was offering itself up to her mercy. ‘Well ...’ the Headmistress said with a show of reluctance, ‘if you mean what you say about accepting any other punishment, then perhaps another way is possible. But you must agree in advance to whatever I impose on you, and if you balk or object to it then you will be expelled without any further debate or appeal – is that agreed?’ Susan was so relieved that at once she gave her assent, and burbled her thanks to the teacher for giving this reprieve. ‘Furthermore,’ added the Headmistress, ‘for this offence, a single punishment is not enough – you will also report to my office twice a week for the same punishment for the rest of this summer term, and once a week all through next year.’ Susan gave a kind of gasp, but the alternative was no alternative at all, and she mutely nodded her assent – after all, she consoled herself, whatever it was couldn’t be too bad, and there were only seven weeks of the term left anyway; she could endure it, and do so next year as well. The Headmistress looked at her sternly, clearly requiring more definite assent, and with a bit of sniffing, Susan haltingly declared her acceptance of any punishment, as was deemed appropriate. ‘Good,’ said Miss Sterling less severely, and she handed Susan a handkerchief and told her to wipe her eyes and nose, and not to be afraid. The top of the Headmistress’s large rosewood desk was quite clear apart from a few papers and the telephone, which she removed to a side table. Susan was ordered to stand in front of the desk, and bend over it, face downwards. Miss Sterling stood up and removed her suit jacket, which she placed over the back of her chair. As the Headmistress slowly walked around the side of the desk, Susan was afforded a view of the mature woman’s profile which at any other time might have excited her – for it was clear that the Headmistress more than amply filled a large bra, below which she still had a flat stomach and narrow waist. But all Susan had eyes for was the cupboard to which the teacher went (affording a good look at her curvy ass as she did so), and from which she removed a long thin rattan cane. Susan gulped fearfully – she had been afraid it would be this. Of course, in 1961 corporal punishment was not thought odd or wrong, even when applied to older girls. The Headmistress actually caned girls comparatively rarely and only for serious matters, but Susan was aware that when she did use it, she had a reputation for being a mean hand with the cane. Still, Susan knew that she must take this, as refusing meant expulsion and its dreadful wider consequences. Carrying the vicious-looking cane in one hand, Miss Sterling went out of Susan’s view as she came round to stand behind her. A moment later, Susan felt the Headmistress’s fingers briefly touch the side of her leg before lifting upwards the school uniform skirt and laying it over Susan’s back, revealing her bottom. The girl’s fearful anticipation mounted, but for a moment nothing happened as the lustful lesbian teacher savoured the sight of the pretty young panty-clad bottom that was thrust out on display. Susan felt the Headmistress’s hand lightly caress her panties, and then she heard the dreaded words: ‘these will have to come off’. Miss Sterling hooked a finger around the elasticised waistline of Susan’s regulation plain white cotton knickers, and slid them gently down her legs. She gave a light rap with the cane on Susan’s right ankle, and when the girl lifted it in response, the panties were removed. For a second as she knelt behind the Sixth Former, the Headmistress had an unimpeded close-up view of the girl’s pretty pussy. She arose and took a step back, picking up the cane from where she had propped it. Now she gave a brief tap against the inside of each of Susan’s thighs, just above the knee. ‘Spread wider’, was the next injunction to the trembling schoolgirl, who hastened to obey, shuffling her feet sideways until they were about two feet apart and the teacher said ‘enough’. As Susan lay with her stomach flat on the big desk, her cute bottom jutting out over its side, her thighs parted and her hands gripping the further edge in anticipation of the pain to come, she was aware that all of her most private parts were now fully exposed to Miss Sterling’s sharp gaze. The suspenseful moment lengthened, and Susan gave a slight gulp. Then she felt the tip of the cane against the inside of her right knee, from where it slowly traced upwards against the soft flesh of her inner thigh. The schoolgirl could hardly believe it when the cane continued its inexorable rise up to the join of her legs, until it was pressing against the base of her pussy. She whimpered – surely the bitch was not going to cane her there?! Was that what she had been made to agree to? It might appeal to the teacher as some kind of horrible ‘punishment that fits the crime’, but it would be cruel and agonising. Susan began to tremble as the thin cane unmistakeably pressed against her pussy lips, and then it began to move backwards and forwards against them, sliding in between and lubricating her in the process. As the cane slipped in further and moved more vigorously, Susan began to feel aroused – she was on a knife edge of fear and excitement, each one feeding the other. The girl gave a slight moan and a different kind of shake, sexual and inviting. Out of her view, the Headmistress smiled in hawkish anticipation, enjoying how the girl was being turned on as she played with her. Miss Sterling then asked Susan one more time, saying it is her final chance to back out of their deal: does she still accept whatever punishment she is given now, and its repetition at other times? Susan had become so turned on from the cane’s pressure and probing that she gasped out; ‘yes, anything! oh! do whatever you want!!’ I shall, sweetie, thought the Headmistress, but she did not reveal her gloating anticipation of what was yet to come. The cane was removed, and Susan was aware that the Headmistress was standing very close behind and was bending over her prone form, breathing slightly heavily. Then, to Susan’s mingled shock, horror and joy, she felt a hand move up her inner thigh to touch her pussy lips, tracing along her slit and slipping inside where the rubbing of the cane had wet and widened her. ‘Ooooohhh!’ gasped Susan, writhing slightly under this tantalising touch, but she found she could not move very much, as the Headmistress placed her other hand firmly in the small of Susan’s back, pinning her down to the desk. As the Headmistress caressed and stroked the young girl, she leant further forwards to reach into her, and Susan felt the delicious weight of the teacher’s large breasts lower upon her back, the hard nipples jutting through the silky fabric of the blouse. The Headmistress’s fingers probed further into the Sixth Former’s pussy, until she encountered the girl’s unbroken hymen – a surprise, as she thought that such an active lesbian (for Miss Sterling knew very well which girls – and teachers – were inclined that way) would have lost it long before. Still, she thought, no time like the present! In a husky and excited voice, she whispered into Susan’s ear: ‘First of all, my girl, you’re losing that!’ Susan gave a kind of fearful whimper, but in truth she was so sexually aroused and so profoundly thrilled to be mastered in this way, to have such a mature sexual woman lust for her, that she would have accepted anything that was proposed, however bizarre – and, in fact, she had been wanting to lose her virginity anyway. With a smack to one of Susan’s thighs, the Headmistress wordlessly indicated that the girl was to roll over onto her back, but not to rise from her sprawl across the desk. The older woman quickly undid Susan’s school tie and unbuttoned her shirt, which was then pulled out of her skirt and open to either side. Miss Sterling took a second to admire Susan’s breasts, which were definitely fuller and riper than those of most seventeen year-olds. The Headmistress laid her hands on the two white bra cups, kneading the soft young flesh within, and Susan responded with gasps of pleasure and the spreading of her legs even wider. Next Miss Sterling scooped the twin mounds out of the bra, without removing the garment, and bent to apply her mouth to each of the stiffening nipples in turn. As she did this, the Headmistress thrust her right hand up Susan’s skirt to resume her caresses of Susan’s naked cunt. Then, after a minute or so of tit-sucking, she lifted the front of Susan’s skirt up like the bonnet of a car, and applied her mouth the puffy labia and wet, sweaty pussy in front of her. Susan was moaning and squirming on the top of the desk, her eyes closed, and begging for more. Miss Sterling rose from her haunches to her full height, standing between the prone schoolgirl’s spread legs. Looking Susan straight in the eye, she slowly and sensuously unbuttoned her own blouse, removed it, and then undid the fastenings at the side of her skirt. When she let that fall to her ankles, Susan drank in the stunning sight towering over her. Miss Sterling was now clothed only in a sexy black bra, which had enough wiring to thrust her full breasts upwards and outwards, and below that a lacy suspender belt from which two straps on each side held up her glossy back stockings. Over these straps, so it could be slid down in an instant – as Miss Sterling immediately proceeded to do – was a pair of quite skimpy red knickers, and their removal revealed a large Venus mound with a fuzz of dark hair around it which had been kept clipped, so that the gape of her slit was clearly visible. Miss Sterling turned to one side, giving a full view of her flaring full-bodied ass, and went to a cupboard in the corner. When she returned a few seconds later, she was holding something which Susan had heard rumours of, but had never seen before. Now a common enough sight, it was an early version of the strap-on dildo, with the out-thrust rod made from a dark firm rubber like that used in making bicycle tyres, Such devices were still rare in early 1960s Britain, and about three years’ earlier it had taken Miss Sterling quite some time to secure a discrete introduction to a specialist shop who would sell her one. The Headmistress stepped into it and buckled the straps tightly closed. Susan gave a slight gulp, for its role and use required no imagination to foresee. She had promised to accept any punishment, and was beginning to realise that ‘punishment’ in the sense of unpleasantness was not what was being intended, but she also knew from all the girl-tales told in the school that losing the cherry could be a painful matter. The Headmistress came to stand between her spread thighs once again, and rested a hand on Susan’s right breast, tracing its contours and then tweaking the nipple. She then told Susan to return to her face down position, and to spread her legs open, which the young girl silently obeyed. This was the part Miss Sterling liked most of all – a young girl’s cunt about to be shafted by her dildo – and she savoured the anticipation for a moment, which also had the effect of heightening the tension for Susan. Then, with no warning, the Headmistress gripped Susan’s hips and thrust the dildo into the pretty schoolgirl’s vagina, getting two inches with the first push. She rapidly increased the pace, pressure and depth, beginning what became a thorough doggy-fuck from behind, in the course of which one of the piston strokes with the dildo broke Susan’s hymen. The schoolgirl gave a cry of pain as it happened, and some involuntary tears leaked from her eyes, but after this momentary jab her lubricated wetness took over, giving the shafting strap-on an easy slide in and out of her. Susan soon began thoroughly to enjoy this – she had never before had sex with an adult woman, never mind one as powerful, imposing and experienced as Miss Sterling, and the schoolgirl gave herself up to the experience with total abandon. She was being fucked flat out on the desk top, with her cheek resting against the cool wood, and her rasping breaths became mewls of pleasure as she came for the first time from full vaginal penetration. ‘Oh, God!!’ screamed Susan, ‘Oh!! Oh, Christ alive!!’ ‘Don’t blaspheme’, chided the teacher, giving a smart smack to the side of the buttock which the enthralled and transported schoolgirl barely noticed. The taking of the eager girl’s virginity and the sight of her wild abandonment were hugely arousing for the Head teacher, and with a catch of her own breath she orgasmed immediately after her final deep penetration of Susan’s sloppy wet cunt. Miss Sterling then unbuckled the strap-on and put the end of the dildo in her own mouth, sucking Susan’s pussy juices from it as it were a lollipop. Before Susan got up, the Headmistress wiped around her cunt with a soft towel, which was simultaneously soothing and sensual. Then she pulled Susan’s panties back up her legs to their normal position, and helped the girl to her feet – she looked dazed, and was a bit unsteady. Miss Sterling reminded Susan that this was to happen on a regular schedule from now on – news which was now a delight to the lesbian girl, not a source of fear. The Headmistress told her to come to her study again on the next Wednesday evening at 8.00 p.m., and to Susan’s excitement she added that they would have longer then, and colud take it more slowly. Finally, the Headmistress informed Susan that she must also receive a punishment from Miss Barker (who had caught her pussy-eating the pretty Fifth-Form girl), before that teacher would let the matter drop. Once Susan was fully dressed again, and her dishevelled hair had been combed back into order, a quick call from the Headmistress’s phone summoned Miss Barker. Without a further word, the severe-looking teacher took Susan to the private sitting room of the small studio flat which she, like around half of the teaching staff, occupied on the main school premises. Once inside, Miss Barker locked the door and gestured Susan to kneel on the floor, and came to stand directly in front of her. ‘Well, Susan, finding you that way was hardly a surprise to me’, she said, and then to Susan’s shock the teacher added that she had heard the rumours as to what a good pussy-eater Susan was, and she intended to put it to the test. Then the teacher dropped her tweed skirt, revealing stockings and a garter belt, but no panties. Arching her hips, and taking a firm grasp of Susan’s pony tail, Miss Barker pulled the girl’s face right into her cunt. Susan needed no further encouragement – this she knew exactly how to do, this would produce a result. After a period of sucking and licking, Miss Barker’s pussy lips parted and moisture dripped from them onto Susan’s tongue and face. ‘Fuck it! You’re not bad at this, you little slut!’ the teacher said admiringly, and then she gasped as Susan’s tongue drove in deeper and rasped across her clitoris, sucking and rubbing it. Miss Barker’s breathing became hoarse and ragged, until suddenly she clamped Susan’s head tightly to her cunt, and her whole body shook and shivered in a lengthy orgasm. The satiated teacher looked at the smeared wet face of the schoolgirl, and drew it to her for a long, slow, tongue-twining kiss. Then she undressed Susan, stripped off her own clothes, and took the girl through the doorway to the adjoining bedroom. There she lay Susan down, and next thrilling hour was spent in sensuous love-making. It was early evening before Susan was released – not that she wanted it to end, but Miss Barker had a date with another of the teachers who lived in a small cottage about a mile from the school, with whom she would be spending the night and most of Sunday, and she needed to take a bath and get dressed. Susan tottered from the teacher’s suite, physically tired and with her leg and tongue muscles aching, as well as a recurring feeling of being bruised inside the pussy, but utterly exalted and delighted at the new lesbian experiences which the day had so unexpectedly brought. Meanwhile, about ten minutes after Miss Barker had led Susan away from the Headmistress’s study, there was a knock on its door. When told to enter, it was pretty sixteen year-old Belinda whose face appeared around the door – but it was not a contrite, daunted or fearful Belinda. She was wearing a huge smile, and trotted jauntily into the study, with a lithe youthful bounce and a flip of her hair. The Headmistress rose at once from behind her desk, greeting Belinda with a smile and a loving kiss, taking the girl into her embrace. ‘Well done, Belinda,’ said the Headmistress warmly, ‘you set that up just perfectly with Susan, and she is going to be a fine addition to our stable. Miss Barker is very pleased, she’s been wanting to have her for a while, and now Susan will be eating out of the palm of her hand – well, eating her, anyway!’ Belinda preened under the praise, and her face was flushed with excitement – for now she would get her reward, her favourite thing in all the world: feasting on the Headmistress’s pussy until the older woman came for her. Belinda had first been seduced three years before by the unmarried aunt of one of her friends, and whilst she was happy to fool around with other girls at the school, they just didn’t have the charisma, confidence and capable experience of a mature woman. Big busted women over 30 were Belinda’s true passion, and there was no one better in looks or authority at the school than its Headmistress. Miss Sterling locked her study door, and stood in front of her desk chair. Belinda knelt at her feet, undoing the fastenings and then taking down the woman’s elegant skirt – an hors d’oeuvre to the main meal that she loved. The Headmistress had not troubled to put her knickers back on after the shafting of Susan, and so this revealed her naked pussy, deliciously framed by the black stockings and suspenders. The Headmistress now sat down in her desk chair, which was swivelled to one side, and spread her legs apart. She took hold of Belinda’s pigtails and steered the schoolgirl’s face into her sweaty, dripping, musky pussy. The young lesbian lapped avidly at the cunt of the woman who was nearly three times her age, and gloried in her power to bring her to a shuddering, drenching climax. She used her right hand to spread open the top of Miss Sterling’s slit, slipping her fingers in to stretch and rub the vagina, whilst her tongue slurped in and out further down, before fastening on the woman’s clitoris. All this aroused Belinda intensely, and with her left hand she reached up under her school uniform skirt and impatiently tugged her own panties down to her knees. Then she thrust two fingers up inside herself, frigging her cunt as she licked and sucked on the Headmistress’s gaping and capacious hole, lapping up and swallowing her juices. Miss Sterling’s long experience of lesbian intercourse enabled her to stave off her climax for some time, lettting it build and build to a greater intensity so that when it finally arrived it was like a tidal wave. Afterwards, the Headmistress took off all of Belinda’s school uniform and sat the petite naked girl on her lap. Belinda’s legs were spread apart, and the Headmistress stuck her long index finger deep into the teenager’s sopping vagina; it entered her without resistance, as she had long ago lost her virginity. Rapidly, almost cruelly, the mature woman speared in and out of the girl’s cunt, fingering her to a vigorous orgasm. From a mixture of lust, excitement and submission, Belinda was sobbing and gasping as she came, her small frame wracked by a triple orgasm. Miss Sterling kissed her softly, and then told Belinda that her next task would be to seduce the attractive new assistant teacher of French language, Mademoiselle Claudette Theriot, a stylish young woman from Paris, and the two conspirators began to discuss their plan ... More chapters to follow ... If you enjoyed this, check out my other stories ... you might like them too ...

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2009 It is a cliche that a significant proportion of male airline cabin crew are gay, but it is less well-known that this is true of the female stewardesses as well. This was all the more the case back in the 1960s and 1970s, when repression elsewhere combined with the racy ‘jet set’ lifestyle of the aircrews to make it an especially attractive career for homosexuals. The result was an international melting-pot of lesbian activity, ignored by the authorities and police. I already knew that I was a lesbian before I got my first job as an air stewardess, aged eighteen and a half, in June 1970. However, I had very little sexual experience – even in the so-called ‘free love’ liberated days of the late 1960s, finding same-sex partners in a small provincial town was very difficult, even possibly dangerous. By the time I was sixteen, I had realised that boys’ bodies didn’t interest or excite me, but girls’ ones did. Whenever I was watching a TV drama or a movie, I would always be fantasising about the beautiful leading woman actress, and imagining myself in her arms for the embrace in the final scene. I made very careful and tentative overtures to a few of my friends, all on the supposed basis of curiosity (such as, ‘I wonder what it feels like from the boy’s point of view’), but only one girl made moves back in response. Jenny and I had few opportunities, but we managed some kissing sessions and, two or three times when her parents were away and I had a sleepover at her house, we undressed each other, kissed and played with our breasts, and lay naked together on her bed, rubbing our pussies against each other – we really didn’t know what else to do. But then her father changed jobs and they moved to a town about 150 miles away; it was too far for visiting at our ages, and we lost touch. When I was seventeen, I had a brief affair with a student teacher who was training for a term at our school – how she realised that I was available (gagging for it, in fact) and why she took what was a big risk, I’ve never been sure, but my attractiveness must have played a large part in it. I was quite tall, five foot nine inches, and both slim and curvy. I have striking Nordic looks, maybe thanks to some long-ago Viking ancestor: high cheekbones, clear blue eyes, and long straight blonde hair which I usually kept out of the way in a pony-tail. All in all, whilst I might not get stopped in the street and offered modelling contracts, I garnered plenty of second glances and wolf-whistles. My open face looked sweetly pretty and innocent, whilst the curves of my tits, waist and ass suggested quite different possibilities. The student’s name was Sharon, and she was aged twenty-two – whilst she wasn’t outstanding, she had nice looks and a neat body, and she was still young, fresh and eager. Her seduction method was fairly crude: she invited me to call at her flat on a Sunday afternoon for ‘tuition’ on a project I was working on, and when I arrived she took one look at how I was dressed (I’d chosen with care: tight pink velvet ‘hot pants’ and a skimpy cheesecloth halter-neck that tied under my breasts – and no bra), and she almost dragged me into the bedroom, slipping her hands inside the skimpy top to squeeze my erect nipples. We made love for a long time that afternoon, with all pretence that I was there for any other purpose completely abandoned. During the rest of the term, I was able to visit her one evening in the week and every Sunday. On the third visit, I begged her to take my virginity, which she did with loving gentleness and a purple plastic vibrator. It hurt for a moment and was tender for the rest of that day, but by the following weekend I was ready for the strap-on, and discovered my favourite position: on my hands and knees, getting doggy-fucked from behind with a strap-on, having my breasts squeezed and then my head pulled back by my pony-tail as I came. So I had only really had one lover, just for nine weeks, when I left school and began applying for jobs. For years, it had been my ambition to be an air stewardess – my family had taken a few holidays by air, and the sight of the women in their smart but sexy uniforms kept me squirming in my seat for the whole journey, and occupied my masturbatory fantasies for long afterwards. In those days – the end of the 1960s – it was still a glamorous job, as foreign travel was a rare opportunity for most people. Stewardesses were respected and quite well paid, especially compared to other jobs open to school-leaving girls. I didn’t want to be a nurse, and certainly not a teacher, librarian or a secretary – which was about it for the alternatives. So I studied hard to get good grades in my ‘A levels’, and to find out what you needed to know to be selected. I knew that looks were a large part of it, but that you had to have personality and the right attitude; being blonde would help, but not if I seemed like a fluff-head. I applied to several of the large airlines, and got to an interview stage with three – and then, to my great joy, was offered a place in the aircrew training programme of one of the largest companies. I won’t say which one, but it flew short-haul to many European destinations and longer distance to all the other continents, including about ten major cities of the USA. If I passed through the training course successfully, they would give me a job. I was determined to look my best and do my best, and my enthusiasm and commitment must have shown through. The training centre was on the edge of London, with a large Victorian manor house that was used for the offices and accommodation, and a modern flat-roofed building next to it which contained the training area. There was a complete section of the fuselage of a plane, about thirty rows of seats plus the crew areas and galley, and also some rooms with smaller mock-ups, such as just a few rows of seats on one side only. These were used for early training, so everyone in our group could stand around and see the instructor, and also during the final test. I was quite nervous when this finally came, but the first parts in the big fuselage section seemed to have gone well, and I was more confident as I entered one of the small rooms for the last part of the test. This was done individually, so there was just me and the two instructors who were examining this part. I was wearing the trainee version of the company’s stewardess uniform, which varied from the actual only in having less adornment and, it seemed to me, being even shorter in the skirt length. The current uniform was a short tight skirt in dark red, with a vent at the back, and it came with matching dark red boots – though for practicality they had no more of a heel than any sensible working shoe. There was a white blouse with a red and white necker, and a light blazer in the same burgundy colour, but edged with white and with a white lip to the pockets; finally, there was a small cap in similar pattern. My two examiners were striking women, experienced air crew, tall and slim, with trim figures and stylish make-up. The one who looked in her early 30s had brown hair streaked with blonde, cut at collar length; the other, who looked a little older, had black hair wound up and pinned with a hair clip. They were also in uniform, but with the shoulder bars and sleeve stripes of senior crew supervisors. The attitude was professional but friendly, brisk but not without warmth. I correctly answered a series of questions on safety procedures and the layout of different types of aircraft that the company flew, and also about the routes and destinations. This took the first ten minutes of the forty-five minute exam, and then came the first practical exercise. The room had five rows of seats which were set up as one side of an aircraft’s central corridor – the size of the corridor and position of the seats on its other side being marked by white lines on the floor. The younger instructor sat in the aisle seat in one of the rows, and then beckoned me to her. I approached down the imaginary corridor, and stopped just in front of her seat, bending forwards so that I would not have to speak at a volume which in a real flight would be intrusive to other passengers. ‘Yes, ma’am,’ I said, ‘can I help you?’ She looked at me speculatively for a few seconds and then, as if coming to a decision, she asked: ‘How would you handle it if a passenger did ... this?’ I nearly jumped, for ‘this’ consisted of her hand going up between my legs like a homing missile, under my skirt to grip the front of my panties between her thumb and index finger. I was too surprised by this sudden assault to do anything for a few seconds, and then I replied: ‘If it was a man, I would firmly remove his hand and – without making a scene of it – say that doesn’t come included in the ticket.’ But I made no move to remove her hand, which was now tracing up and down the slit of my vagina, pushing the thin material of my cotton panties into its increasing wetness. She immediately picked up on the qualification in my answer, and asked: ‘And if it was a woman ... let’s say, an attractive woman?’ I decided to chance it, although with her insistent fondling of my pussy there was really little risk, and I bent further down and whispered in her ear; ‘Ma’am, would you be interested in seeing some of the more private parts of the plane?’ The instructor gave a throaty laugh, and at the same moment with a dextrous twist of her wrist slipped her hand inside the gusset of my panties and probed right into my labia, feeling the openness and wetness. She looked past me to her colleague, who had been watching the by-play silently but attentively, and said: ‘OK, Andrea, she’s in.’ Andrea smiled and nodded, put down her clipboard and took off her glasses, and walked to the door of the room and locked it. Then she strode up behind me, slipped her hands under my armpits to grasp my breasts, and kissed me firmly on the side of the neck. I moaned under this dual assault, and the first woman – I later found out her name was Ruth – removed her hand from my cunt to undo the uniform skirt. It dropped from my hips to the floor and I stepped out of it, kicking it away behind me. Andrea released my breasts to take the blazer from my shoulders, and then she unbuttoned my blouse from behind, removing it and my hat, but leaving the uniform necker. She then unclipped my bra, and that went as well. Next, the two women moved me away from the rows of seats and into a side room which had previously always been closed and locked. It turned out to contain a large mattress on the floor, and I was eased down to this, on my back. With a swift motion, Ruth pulled my panties down my legs and off, and now all that remained of my clothes were the dark red boots and the uniform neckerchief. At first, the two instructors remained fully clothed. They knelt on either side of me, and each took a breast in one hand whilst sliding her other along my upper thigh to caress my opening. Ruth asked if I was a virgin, and when I shook my head she smiled, and said: ‘That’s good, honey, we can have some real fun.’ They took it in turns to slip their fingers in and out of me, pushing deeper and harder, and my back arched as I felt a climax building. But they were expert girl-fuckers, and paused short of my orgasm. I needed no encouragement to undress them, kissing their lips and then, when I had uncovered them, their breasts and finally licking at their cunts. They positioned me as meat in the sandwich: Ruth lay back with legs apart as I munched on her pussy, whilst Andrea knelt behind my upthrust buttocks, fingering my vagina. She was good at timing, bringing me to orgasm at almost the same second that Ruth gasped and jerked under my oral onslaught, juddering and releasing a flow of her juices onto my tongue. Ruth rolled aside, and Andrea flipped me over to lie where she had been, on my back. The older instructor then straddled me in the 69 position, and we thrust our tongues into each other’s vaginas, searching for the nugget of gold that was the clitoris. Not surprisingly, the adept Andrea found mine first and began to both lick and nibble it, sending waves of arousal radiating through my body. Almost desperately, I pushed my tongue further into her moist crack, and was at last rewarded by finding my quarry. I returned her favours, and within a few moments her pelvis was heaving, and – muffled by the blanket of my pussy – her moans were converted into a series of barking shrieks of ascending intensity. After Andrea’s orgasm, she stepped off me, leaving me sprawled on the mattress, my face sticky with her cum and my pussy dripping with my own. Slightly dazed, I saw the instructors open a filing cabinet in the corner of the room, and from the drawer remove two strap-on cocks. They stepped into them and buckled them up with practiced ease, and stood over my prone over-stimulated body. I was a bit frightened, for although I had had that brief experience with the student teacher’s strap-on, that was it – and these two items looked monsters compared to hers. They were knobbed and ridged, and had a wicked curve near the tip – they were also very long. I started to give a protesting whimper, that I would never be able to take those, but they paid no attention to me. Ruth positioned herself in Andrea’s former place, lowering her cunt to straddle my face, and I willingly applied my tongue to the opening at the base of the strap-on, where I could see and smell her puckering slit. However, instead of going down into the usual 69 position, she remained upright. This gave ample room for Andrea to kneel between my legs and impale my cunt on her strap-on with one fluid forward thrust. She took a firm grip behind my upper thighs, and began slamming the dildo in and out with sharp thrusts of her hips. Whilst she was doing this, her colleague reached for her breasts and began to fondle and squeeze them – which had the effect of shifting Andrea up a gear in her fucking of my cervix. Not to be outdone, I found occupation for my hands by reaching upwards to find Ruth’s tits and perform the same service on them. For a few moments there was the mingled sounds of my tongue slurping on pussy and the wet slaps of the faceplate of the strap-on impacting on my sweaty moist Venus mound. Then, almost simultaneously, all three of us shuddered into a mounting wave of orgasms, with a variety of yelps, moans and cries. The two instructors finished by French kissing each other, and then they slid off my body and raised me upwards, each of them kissing me deeply in turn. Amazingly, there was still nearly fifteen minutes of my exam time left, before the next candidate was due. Ruth guided me through another side door, where I found a small bathroom. I took a quick shower, towelled my hair dry, and slipped back into my uniform. Returning to the main room, I was greeted with smiles from the two sexy experienced lesbians. ‘You’ve passed, of course’, said Andrea with a grin, ‘you’re just what we are looking for’, at which her colleague chuckled. They told me that quite a lot of the female aircrew were lesbians, and gave me two valuable pieces of inside information. The first was that if you wanted to find out if another stewardess was open for a fuck, the thing to do was to work the conversation around to the routes she had flown on, and ask ‘Have you ever done the Colombo run?’ I looked puzzled, and Ruth explained that the airline had never flown to that city, and due to a route-sharing agreement with the Ceylonese national carrier, it never would. So it was an effective code: a heterosexual woman would naturally reply no, she hadn’t, whilst a gay woman would say something about how much she had enjoyed it, etc. The other thing they told me about was the ‘Pink List’, which they said they would ensure I was put on. This was a completely unofficial and secret list kept by some gay staff in the personnel crew-assignment office, who did their best to put together all-gay crews if they could (and, of course, all-hetero crews for the majority – partly to avoid frictions, and with the result that the straight crew never realised how many of their colleagues swung the other way). So, for much of my career, the cabin crew that I flew with – male and female – were all same-sex lovers, and we all knew it, which gave us an easy camaraderie in flight and a lot of freedom during rest periods and over-night stopovers. The gay and lesbian cabin crews made sure to reward the office staff by inviting them to their periodic parties – although orgies would be a more accurate description of them. Other chapters to follow later ... If you enjoyed this, check out my other stories ... you might like them too ...

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2010 I cannot believe what is happening – I am face down, laid across my teacher’s desk with my stomach and chest flat on its top and my ass sticking out over the edge. My grey school-uniform skirt has been pulled up and is crumpled around my middle, and my white cotton panties are lying discarded on the floor nearby – I am completely naked from my waist down to the tops of my white knee-high socks. My feet are spread about three feet apart, and there you are – my teacher! – kneeling between my open legs with your face pushed into the gap between them. Your tongue is licking around my butt-hole, whilst your fingers push insistently into my tight little girl-cunny. The effect of both of these attentions is sending waves of tingling stimulation throughout my body, and I gasp and arch my legs wider open to give you more access to my most private place – I’m all yours, all yours, and I feel just wonderful! I lift my head a little from the horizontal and gaze at my best friend, Stephanie, who is leaning against the classroom wall in front of me. Her school tie is pulled askew and her white uniform shirt is half-unbuttoned; she has one hand inside it, squeezing her little titties in their training bra, and the other hand is under her skirt, fingering her pussy. Stephanie stares enraptured at the amazing scene in front of her, wide-eyed and thrilled as she watches you, our teacher, fucking me, her best friend and lesbian lover. How did we get into this amazing situation? We are both sixteen and have been best friends since, like, forever, and we started having fun with each other when my tits (which are several bra sizes bigger than hers) really started growing. Steph was just fascinated by them, kept asking to touch them, and every time she did, it made me feel wet and loose in the cunny (it did for her, too, but I didn’t know that quite then). Fortunately, it didn’t take long before we realised that we felt the same way about each other, and about having as much girl/girl fuck-fun as we could. But the problem is, at our age, living at home with parents and brothers and sisters around all the time, and going to school, there are very few private opportunities for getting off with each other, and it is so frustrating! Being the chairperson of the drama club, I know about the room behind the stage in the main hall where the costumes and props are kept – and I also know where the key is hung; it’s not like that is a great secret, nobody expects anyone to steal anything, in fact I’m not sure why they bother to keep it locked. Probably it is just to stop people fooling around with the costumes, which is fine as it doesn’t prevent Steph and me using it as quiet burrow to fool around with each other. There are several carpets and cushions on the floor that have been used in various plays, and although there is not much open space, it’s more than enough for our hot little teen-girl bodies to get real down and close with each other. We’ve used it maybe a dozen times in the last four or five weeks, and this lunchtime we were in there again. Stephanie was lying back on some of the cushions, and I had got her panties off and was stroking her slit with my fingers, easing it open and making her gasp – though her gasps were a bit muffled, because as usual she had gone for her favourite thing: my tits. I’m noticeably bigger than most girls our age, just now being a 28C bra size (but I think I’ll need the D-cup soon) – whilst Steph is a bit under-developed, still a double-A cup, so it’s quite a contrast. Anyway, she loves to fondle and stroke my breasts, to get my nipples hard and then take them into her mouth to lick and suck and nibble. She had also shoved a hand up my skirt and inside my panties, and was giving me a finger-poking as well. So we were both getting what we wanted, getting steamed up, when – with no warning – the prop room door was jerked open, and – oh! Jesus Christ!! – there you suddenly were, our English and Drama teacher, looking down at us! We were caught completely red-handed (well, cunt-handed anyway), there was no possible way to deny what we were up to with each other. Stephanie gave a horrified gurgle and then seemed to just freeze with shock – she stared up at you, wide-eyed and mouth gaping, her legs still wide apart and her uniform skirt up above her hips. For a moment I felt winded, like someone had punched me in the stomach and knocked all the breath and strength out of me, my muscles turning to water. But then I noticed the faint smile playing around your lips, and still more the keen glint in your eyes. And so, whilst you stood there with your hands on your hips, I licked my lips and – looking straight at your face – I deliberately stroked my fingers up and down Stephanie’s exposed pussy, as if offering it to you. She gave a little cry of alarm, not understanding why I was continuing with sexual activity, but my instinct was rewarded when you – still not having spoken a single word – nodded to me, and your smile spread into one of open delight and lust. You dropped to your haunches, right in front of Stephanie’s prone form and open legs, and then you calmly reached forward to run your fingers up and down her sixteen-year-old pussy, matching mine on the other side of her cleft. Encouraged and recovering confidence, I slipped my forefinger back into Stephanie’s vagina, up to the second knuckle – and you did the same! Your larger, longer grown-up finger sank into my best friend’s cunt alongside my own, and we probed and pressed side-by-side. The unbelievable fact that she was being penetrated simultaneously by her lover and her teacher was too much of an erotic overload for Steph to contain, and almost immediately she trembled and shook in the throes of an orgasm, her eyes glazing and her head lolling back, and she gave a series of broken whimpers. Smiling and looking at each other like conspirators, you and I withdrew our fingers from Steph’s cunt – and I followed your example of licking and tasting the cum-juices that streaked my finger. You wanted to make it clear that you were staking a claim to my body as well, that we were both your prizes, and so you reached across to my tits – which Steph had earlier pulled out of their bra cups – and gave each of them a firm squeeze, and then you deliciously ran your hand down to the front of my panties, and you touched me there in the middle of the dark damp stain on the crotch. Then you rose to your feet and smiled warmly down at us; to our great relief, it looked as if no punishment or official action would follow from the discovery of our secret – whilst it seemed that perhaps some much more interesting unofficial action would ensue! ‘Not here, girls’, you said, shaking your head, ‘oh, it’s not a bad place – quite clever of you, in fact – but it isn’t really safe. If I found you – even though I’ve been suspecting what you two were getting up to, and I was looking for you – well, anyway, someone else might find you, by accident, and we can’t have that, now can we? Come with me – I have somewhere far better in mind!’ Stephanie and I looked at each other expectantly – what might be going to happen now? I quickly reassembled my clothing and Steph did the same, though I noticed that she just picked her panties up from the floor and stuffed them into her bag. We followed you through the school building and up to the second floor, where your classroom is. After we entered, you locked the door and pulled the blind down over its window – now, no one could see into the room: the only other windows were on the outside, looking out over the sports field at tree-top height. Did you know that I have a crush on you, that I often have fantasies about having sex with you? You are around thirty years old, a very attractive mature woman, and quite tall – you are four or five inches taller than either of us, and we are about average for our age. You have a really nice figure – slim build and long legs, with a trim ass and a nicely jutting bust (although your breasts actually are not much bigger than mine: I found out later that you take a 32C bra size). Your curly black hair is cut quite short, above and around the ears, where it is set off by a pair of pearl-grey pendant ear-rings. You always dress so smartly, almost in a kind of strict way, and today’s outfit is typical: a crisp white pintuck shirt, open at the collar, and below this a high-waisted pencil skirt in dark red which comes down to just below your knees, almost overlapping with your trademark – elegant glossy black boots, which you wear all year round except for the very hottest summer days. All in all, you are quite an eyeful – an elegant, confident, experienced woman, in full maturity. ‘Well, my little cunny-bunnies’, you said, with a hungry smile, ‘it’s time for a lesson, in a new course that I’m offering just for you both – it means extra study time, of course, both here in the lunchtimes and after school sometimes as well, if you want to take it?’ We just couldn’t believe our good fortune – you want to fuck us, and not just now, but regularly? Oh, yeah! – bring it on, bring it on!! We hastened to assure you, quite sincerely, that we would like nothing better, and that all you need to do is tell us where and when you want us, and our legs will be wide open for you. You glanced at the clock on the classroom wall; there was nearly 25 minutes of the lunch-break left, and you said this would be enough for a little ‘induction course’ that you had in mind. You walked me over to face your desk, and you pulled up my uniform skirt – as it came over my hips, the erotic charge of the moment just sent me, it was so arousing. With a quick motion, you yanked down my plain white panties, and after I had stepped out of them you pushed me forwards, to lie face down on the desk. Leaving me there with my bare ass sticking out in the air, you turned and beckoned Steph to approach you. My pretty best friend (she’s a cute brunette, with long dark hair, and a supple lithe body) was then told to undo your shirt, which she did with shaking hands, almost as if mesmerised. When all of the front buttons were undone, you dealt with the cuffs and removed your shirt altogether, revealing your well-rounded breasts attractively displayed in a pastel green plunge bra. My friend gazed avidly at your chest, and you almost laughed: ‘I can see that you’re a tit-lover, Stephanie – good, you can practice on mine!’ Then you reached behind your back to unclip your bra, shrugging it off your shoulders. Your bare breasts now swung free, their nipples already engorged and standing out from your large aureoles, and Steph looked at them as if they were a hypnotist’s pendulum. ‘Kiss them – lick them, go on, suck them!’ you whispered in a hoarse voice. Stephanie hastened to do your bidding, cupping each breast in the palm of one hand. She fastened her mouth like a limpet onto your left tit, whilst fondling and tweaking your right nipple. ‘Yes, aaah! That’s good, yes, mmm, well done Stephanie! ... mmm ... I can see you’re a natural at this!’ you said appreciatively, slipping a hand under your skirt and past the gusset of your panties to poke a finger into your own pussy. And then, just a few seconds ago, after a spell of increasingly eager tit-slurping from my best friend, you detached Stephanie gently and told her to go round to the far side of your desk. Then you approached me from behind, knelt down and gripped me by the ankles, spread my legs wide apart and began your feasting on my cunt. Oooh! ... aaahhh!! The sensations are amazing, like the nicest kind of electric shock that you could imagine. Now you are working two of your fingers deep into my vagina, and I give a moan as my pussy lips are stretched further apart than they have ever been before. Stephanie gasps as you rise to your feet from behind my ass and loom over my back, your hand still thrusting in and out between my legs. You are facing directly towards my girlfriend, and for sure you are a stunning sight, naked above the waist with your jutting breasts swinging free, but still fully-clothed below in your chic red skirt and black boots. Now you order Stephanie to remove her white shirt and drop her uniform skirt, and then to come closer; as she does so, you pull my blonde hair back by my pony-tail and tell me to suck Stephanie’s pussy. I need no second asking, and as soon as my sweetheart’s beautiful orchid-flower opening comes within reach of my tongue, I thrust it between her little pussy-lips and suck greedily on her wet pink slit. As my tongue lathers round in her cunt, Steph gives a lovely high-pitched gasping moan ... and then another louder one, as you reach over my back to jerk down the soft cotton cups of her training bra, exposing her buds. ‘Oh, Christ!’ groans Stephanie, as you take hold of her nipples and tug them forwards, rubbing and twisting her pert little breasts. Your stimulus makes her spread her legs wider for me, and once again what the two of us are doing to her body takes Steph to a climax. She gives a cute series of little sobbing yelps as she comes, and her pussy-juice flows onto my face and tongue. ‘Good girl, Stephanie’, you say approvingly, letting go of her tits, and you tell her to stay where she is and for me to carry on eating her out. Steph looks so lovely to me – all she has on is her small training bra, pulled down at the front to expose her chest, and her white socks and black shoes. I love her slim girlish body so much, and being in this position with her, whilst you look on, is just an amazing thrill, it’s getting me so high! You walk round to the back of your desk and unlock the bottom drawer on the right-hand side. From this you produce something that has us two young girls give a squeal of amazement and appreciation – we know what it is, of course, but never before have we actually seen one! You must have been expecting an opportunity like this to happen soon, in order to have this ready in your desk: it is a strap-on plastic cock, a big long dildo for lesbo girl-fucking. You are standing next to Stephanie now, which gives me a good look at what you do next. For a moment, you lay the strap-on down on your nearby chair and take Steph’s buttocks in you hands, and you really grope and squeeze them – it excites her tremendously and opens her cunt even more for me, and I get my tongue deeper into her slit than I ever have before. Yet again, having her body taken by her stunningly sexy teacher and her girl-lover sends her over the top, and her slender frame is wracked with the shivers of another orgasm. You smile, pat her on the ass, and say ‘good girl – third time lucky’. Now you unzip your elegant pencil skirt, slipping it off and folding it neatly over the back of the chair. I think you do this so gracefully, watching you undress makes my heart swell up in my chest, I feel such admiration for you, such longing to be your plaything, your pussy-girl. You follow this by slipping your tiny thong panties down your legs, and now I can see your cunt for the first time – the mound is quite prominent, and you keep yourself close-shaved so I can clearly see your cleft. However, it disappears from view the next second, as you buckle the dildo’s harness into place around your crotch and waist. You are statuesque, like a Greek goddess – are you lovely Sappho, reincarnated? Your trim body is a contrast, naked above the waist, your firm jutting tits in full view, whilst below the harness of the dildo your shapely legs are encased in your black boots and the black hold-up stockings that come nearly to the top of your thighs. You are so assured, so in command – I love your authority, your calm certainty ... I think you have fucked quite a few lezzie girls this way, perhaps on this very desk, haven’t you? I am hyper-excited, but also a little alarmed about how big that plastic rod seems to be: the most that has gone up my girlish hole before this is Steph’s fingers, two of them when (only three months ago) we deliberately broke each other’s hymens and lost our virginity together. This looks so much bigger and wider, and I know for sure where you are going to put it – this is why you put me face down and butt outwards on your desk, isn’t it? I’m not mistaken: with the fake cock firmly fixed in place, you walk out of my view and back round to the other side of your desk, where my ass is available. Before you put it into me, you fondle and probe my pussy for a moment or two with your fingers – this loosens me up, gets some juices flowing again, makes my nerve-ends in that area tingle with excitement and arousal. ‘Aaaaaaaahh!’ I moan, as you press forwards and the head of the dildo pushes between my labia and into my hole, which somehow stretches enough to accommodate this monster intrusion. I am high on the thrill of getting my first lesbian dildo-fucking, when I am only sixteen years old! You pause for a second, not sure if my noise is pleasure or possibly pain, in which case you will not force it in any more. But the last thing in the world that I want is for this amazing event to stop, so I hasten to reassure you. ‘Oh, Miss! – please, do it again, do me more!’ I am begging you; ‘oh, yes! fuck me, Miss, please! give me that thing – fuck me with it, fuck it up me right now!’ You smile, reassured by my eager appetite for any lesbian experiences, and you push the dildo in even further. Oh, sweet fucking heaven, that feels so amazing – I’ve never before felt like my cunt was completely full, stretched to the limit, and like I am just a sex-hole on the end of a huge plastic spear. You begin to fuck me properly – I feel your cool hands take their grip on either side of my hips, just below where my uniform skirt is still rucked up around my middle. I hear you grunt in satisfaction each time you thrust the dildo all the way home; when you do that, as each stroke ends I can feel your pelvis press against my buttocks, and your warm flesh touches mine. You are splitting me open, and I am just gagging for it – I want you to be harder, rougher, more forceful with me! You lean forwards over me, and I can feel the weight of your breasts resting for a moment on my bare back – your nipples are really hard, and they press strangely onto my skin, rasping a little roughly, almost like sandpaper. You grasp my shoulders, pulling my front more upright; my face comes away from Stephanie’s cunt, and she gives a noise of protest at the removal of this pleasurable manipulation. However, at once you offer her a substitute – you tell Steph to reach for my prominent breasts, which are jiggling wildly up and down each time you ram that plastic spear deep into me. Stephanie just loves my breasts – I mean, she likes my pussy too, but there’s no doubt that it’s my bust that excites her the most – and she is more than glad to do what you ask. She seizes one breast in each hand, kneading and fondling them, and bending down to suck on the nipples whilst she does so. Oh, dear sweet Sappho, patron goddess of all lesbos! – thank you, thank you!! I am in heaven, in bliss – the sensations coming from where my sweet girlie is squeezing and licking my tits merge with the unbelievable pounding you are giving my pussy, your dildo’s ridges rasping along my cunny’s walls as you slide it in and out. I can’t believe my hole could get this wide, but I’m gaping open, dripping with juices, and you are ramming that plastic phallus right into me, firm and hard. I am getting well and truly fucked, and making noises like a cornered piglet – not inappropriate, as I’m a pig for any form of girl/girl intimacy. Oooh! ee-eeek!! – now I’m losing control, as your strap-on shafting gets even faster and deeper. I can sense that you are excited too, you are making louder, harsher grunts as the dildo smacks home – and that adds to my own stimulation. ‘Oh! Miss!! Yes – yes! – oh, more, please, yes!’ I gasp, when I can draw breaths, ‘Miss – ooooh, I’m gonna cum, gonna cum soon! Aaahh! ooogggh!’ And then you shift your grip from holding my shoulders, and one hand grasps my pony-tail and pulls my head up and back even more, arching my spine, and incidentally giving Stephanie an even better angle for devouring my tits. With your other hand, you give me several smacks on the rump – they send an extra charge of arousal through me and ... ohmigod! Yes – yes, I’m coming, I’M COMING, MISS! – I’M COMING!! My eyes are tight-closed, my mouth hanging open like an idiot, and my body quakes from head to toe – my heart is racing, my stomach is full of butterflies, and my hips judder as I have by far the biggest orgasm of my life so far, it almost makes me pass out with its explosive intensity. I give a long sighing moan, and you and Steph release my head and chest so that I can collapse softly onto the desk top. You allow me a few seconds to recover my breath, and then you instruct me to roll over onto my back. As soon as I have done so, you begin to lick around my pussy like a mother cat cleaning one of her kittens. I look down over my stomach, and I get a tremendous charge from seeing your neatly-clipped dark hair bobbing up and down over my pussy, as you lap all around it. My cunt is so sensitised that this makes me come again – I am already so high, so finely-tuned from the previous orgasm. that it comes on me quickly, smoothly, easily, but it still makes my hips shudder in release, which you see and appreciate, licking up my warm sticky cum-juice. You tell me to get up from the desk because now it is Stephanie’s turn to be fucked. She is told to lie down on the desk, but on her back and in a slightly different position to mine – her ass is on the desk, whilst her head hangs off at the other side, near to me. Still wearing the huge strap-on, you drop to your knees and starting munching on my lover-girl’s cunt-hole. Steph responds at once, gasping and sighing with pleasure, her eyes fixed on mine and telegraphing her amazement at our good fortune. So, it’s no surprise to me that when you stand up, stroking the long plastic dildo suggestively, and ask her if she wants it all the way, you get a very definite assent – in fact, she is begging you to take her. Standing between Stephanie’s legs, you take a grip around her ankles and hoist them up into the air, so she is like a wide-open V shape. You rest her ankles against your shoulders, and this positions my babe’s tight pussy-hole right where you want it – flat on the desk, at just the right height for your long plastic cock to shaft straight in. I can see this, from my angle I can see the length and weight of it, and I can watch it go home as you sink it into her pussy. Breathlessly, I am watching you – my hot sexy teacher – fuck the daylights out of my girlfriend, and it is turning me on so much, I am getting hot and wet flushes down below all over again. You are very aroused as you stand between Stephanie’s upthrust and parted legs, enjoying the pleasurable moment of anticipation just before you shaft the cunt of the second pretty teenage schoolgirl of the day. You feel a hot surge of desire, but temper it so as not to be too rough – you ease the tip of the plastic cock into the girl with a steady pressure and a careful, corkscrew kind of motion. This one’s pussy is tighter than the other one, and the expression on her face slightly more pained, so you take it in slow smooth pushes, and are rewarded by a flow of her juices lubricating the passage of the dildo – as a result, the last four inches slide home much more easily than the first four did. Once it has gone all the way, you begin smoothly to pump it in and out – the girl is looking up at you, wide-eyed and with a slightly dazed expression, and she is starting to give those soft sweet gasps that are the first steps on the road to a climax. You increase the tempo again, and Stephanie begins to pant for breath, closing her eyes for a second and giving a delicious little whimper every time you ram the dildo in for its full length. Now you instruct me on how to join in – I am more or less to replicate Stephanie’s role when I was the chick on the desk, but with a refinement. Steph’s head is hanging off the edge of the desk already, and so it is easy for me to stand with my legs straddling above it, reach down and cup my hands behind her head to give support, and raise her lips to my parted labia. She fastens on eagerly, her tongue delving into familiar territory, and she wraps her arms around my hips. I find that I no longer need to hold her head up, which is a good thing as you have other uses for my hands. Facing me only inches away, you tell me to reach forwards and massage your breasts, so giving you erotic stimulation in both of the main erogenous zones. Your breasts feel wonderful, firm but also soft and so perfectly rounded. Your aureoles are quite large and prominent, your nipples pink with excitement – I am fascinated to touch them, as they jiggle jauntily with each thrusts of your hips, shafting the dildo into Stephanie. She is now breathing in great gulps, her eyes tightly-closed and sweat beading her forehead. You know she is very near to climax, but you decide to prolong it and so you slow the tempo – an action that produces a frustrated wail from my cute schoolgirl lover. Then, when she least expects it, you shift into top gear, slapping it in and out her pussy in short, fast, almost stabbing, thrusts. Stephanie’s eyes fly wide open and she stares up at you, transported in her arousal – and then her body suddenly goes completely rigid, like a board. Her back arches up off the desk, her legs flop even wider apart, her hips judder and she gives a series of nasal grunts. She has come – and, just like me, with a duration and intensity that she has never experienced before. You let her lie there for a few moments, absorbing the heady backwash of her climax, before you carefully withdraw the strap-on from Stephanie’s cunt and take it off. Whilst she remains sprawled half-dazed on the desk, you come round to where I am and you take my place – you swing a leg over to the other side of Steph’s head, and lower your large mature pussy onto her receptive lips. I am not to be left out – you draw me close for a fond hug, and then you grope my breasts – you like them very much as well, their full roundedness looks so sexy on the body of a girl who is only sixteen. As Steph eats out your vagina from underneath, you press on my shoulders to indicate that I should drop to my knees in front of you. I am not quite sure what you have in mind, but then I understand as you grip my pony-tail again, using it like the lead on a dog to pull my head forwards to your cunt. With two fingers of your other hand, you spread your clitoral hood open, offering me the sweet nub of your clitoris which is protected there, and you tell me to lick and rub it. You have a wonderful smell, spicy, a little like cloves and cinnamon, maybe? Of course, I realise that you have probably put some perfume on down here – what a good idea, I’ll do that for Steph next time. I angle my head so as not to bump against Stephanie’s or get in each other’s way, and I begin to give little flicks of my tongue to your clitoris. Now you have two pretty young teenagers lapping their eager little tongues into your pussy at the same time – what more could a woman want? Your head goes back, and you gasp with pleasure, as your two eager little beavers suck and lick on your beaver. I know what I want, and, without for a second removing my face from your clit, I reach up with both hands to grasp your firm breasts, so entrancingly silhouetted against the ceiling above me, and I squeeze them and pull on your big prominent tits. I am thrilled to be rewarded with a moan of pleasure, and then you give a harsh cry as this attention to your breasts adds to the effects of our two hot little girl-tongues squirming in and around your pussy, and you come – a long, shaking, adult orgasm, as your thighs tremble against my face, and your grasp on my pony-tail goes rigid, pressing my face right into your soft wet pussy, the nub of your clit firmly between my lips. You give a deep groan of pleasure and release as you come, and your climax leaves you panting and short of breath. After a moment, you release my hair, and I give your clit a farewell kiss before pulling away. I rock back onto my haunches – my legs spread wide open, my cunt on full view – and I look up at you, lost in admiration and full of gratitude. You ease your vagina off Stephanie’s sweaty and juice-streaked face, and I can see that her eyes are shining with pleasure and excitement too. There is a box of tissues in your top desk-drawer, and you gently wipe Steph’s face with one of these, and then with another you dry the sweat on her brow and neck. You hand a couple more to me with the intimate smile of a lover, and I wipe my face and my breasts, being careful around my nipples because they are so swollen and tender from all our fun and games. You kneel down and slip my panties back over my ankles, pulling them up to my hips and then snugly in place, like a squire dressing a knight in armour. It is as thrilling to be dressed by you as it was to be undressed by you, and either you sense this or you like dressing us – perhaps we are like your dolls, as we are definitely your playthings now. You put all our clothes back on for us, first my underwear, cupping my round breasts as you pop them back into my bra cups, then Steph’s, then my shirt and grey uniform skirt, and then the same for Stephanie. We tie our own ties, and with a comb that you lend us we brush our hair, so that it no longer has that just-been-fucked dishevelled appearance. We now look quite respectable and normal teenage schoolgirls – well, we are a bit flushed and bright-eyed, but at our age that could be over anything or anyone, maybe some singer or film star, anyway no one could tell that we have just had our first dildo fucking from a mature woman! You are getting dressed now too, and I watch with pleasure as you clip your bra together at the back – the motion has a lovely effect of thrusting your breasts right out – and then you scoop up each tit, and slip it back into its bra cup. Your neat white pintuck shirt is next, and then your smart pencil skirt, snug and tight-fitting over your hips, tapering to your knees and just overlapping the top of your boots. You run the comb through your neatly-clipped dark curls, and all three of us smile together – part of the secret sisterhood of lesbians, we are now friends and lovers, although of course no one else must ever suspect a thing. You give each of us a tender kiss on the lips, and tell us to be ready tomorrow – twenty minutes after school gets out, you will pick us up in your car at the corner of Linden Road and Parkdale Avenue, and take us to your house in the suburbs – promising us that ‘I’ll give you both a real good, hard, long fucking!’ Mmmm – we can’t wait!! 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copyright: Lesley Tara, 2012 Sally-Anne whistled quietly to herself, in a happy mood as she cleaned Room 517 on the top floor of the hotel. She knew that she had been very lucky to get this temporary job during the school summer holidays: there were not many such opportunities in her quiet medium-sized home town, and she was only a little over sixteen years old, which is the minimum legal age for employment in Britain. Sally-Anne wanted to save money towards paying for driving lessons when she turned seventeen next year, but, after several fruitless attempts at the few vacancies available, she had resigned herself to wasting the holiday period just hanging around with her school friends – which, nice as they were, would be frustrating, and probably soon get boring. However, she had happened to mention her disappointment to her school geography teacher, Ms. Gilmour (a pleasant, attractive and always very smartly-dressed woman in her early 30s, who Sally-Anne really admired). The teacher had looked at the pretty blue-eyed blonde teenager appraisingly for a long moment and then, as if coming to a decision that had been long-maturing, had said that she knew the manageress of the large modern hotel on the edge of the town – a Ms. Carrington – and that she would mention Sally-Anne to her. In fact, she added to the delighted schoolgirl’s chorus of thanks, she would positively recommend her, and be glad to provide a reference. Ms. Gilmour had been as good as her word (‘no surprise there’, thought Sally-Anne, with gratitude and affection, ‘she’s so wonderful – I wish I could be like her’), and within a week the eager teen had been given an appointment for an interview with Ms. Carrington. She turned out to be a rather formidable lady, brisk and efficient, and clearly very much in command of her domain. The manageress appeared to be in her late 30s: it was hard to tell, as she was tall and slim, with collar-length brunette hair in a style that was both elegant and rather severe, but from the slight lines around her lips and eyes, she was possibly even a little over 40. Ms. Carrington was dressed with an sophisticated simplicity that Sally-Anne envied, in a charcoal grey business suit, with the flared jacket and tulip skirt tightly-tailored to her slender waist and mature curves. Beneath this was a buttoned blouse in scarlet silk, its flash of vivid colour effectively offsetting both the grey of the suit and the black of the manageress’s leather stiletto-heeled boots. Sally-Anne had been quite intimidated by the woman’s effortless assurance and authority, and felt that she had come across as quite shy and rather immature at the interview. In fact, she had been surprised when, at the conclusion, Ms. Carrington had said – with her first smile – that Sally-Anne seemed to be a nice and dependable young girl, that she had been strongly recommended by Ms. Gilmour, who’s judgement the manageress trusted (there was a slightly odd, assessing look in her eyes when she said that, thought the schoolgirl), that she was willing to give Sally-Anne a two-week trial, and that – if all went well – she would employ her for the whole eight weeks of the summer break, and indeed probably in the Christmas holidays and again the following year. Sally-Anne was determined to seize this marvellous opportunity, and put all her efforts into demonstrating that she was an ideal employee. It was now the start of her third day, and already she had mastered the routine of her main duty. This was to clean the rooms of the guests, either when they had checked out and before the next arrivals, or – if they were staying over – at some time convenient for them, when the room was unoccupied. Everything seemed to be going well – in fact, at the end of the previous day, when Ms. Carrington had inspected the rooms that Sally-Anne had been assigned, the manageress had given the girl one of her rare smiles, and told her that she was ‘coming on well’. So Sally-Anne had begun this Wednesday morning in a cheerful frame of mind, and was undaunted by being presented with a longer list of rooms to clean – on the contrary, she was encouraged by this sign of greater responsibility. She would have to get going if she was to finish them all before the rooms were scheduled to be available to the incoming guests, but as she finished up in Room 517 she was quite pleased, as she had already done several in her first hour, since starting her shift at 9.00 a.m. It helped that most of the people who stayed at the hotel had come to the town on business, for, unlike holiday-makers, they were usually up and on their way early, often having checked out even before Sally-Anne arrived at the hotel to begin work. After finishing the cleaning of Room 517, who’s occupant had left after an early breakfast, the teenager paused for a moment and glanced at her own reflection in the full-length mirror that was fixed to the front of the wardrobe. Ms. Carrington had placed particular emphasis on the importance of maintaining a neat and professional appearance at all times, and Sally-Anne straightened and smoothed down her plain and simple chambermaid’s uniform. This consisted of a black one-piece short-sleeve dress in a light crinkle-resistant artificial fabric; it came down to a little above her knees and had buttons at the front from the collar to her waist, where it was drawn in by a belt made of the same material. Apart from her underwear – a plain and modest matching set of pink cotton bra and panties – the only other things that Sally-Anne was wearing were a pair of comfortable slip-on low-heeled shoes, and a pink plastic Alice band to hold back her straight blonde hair. The cleaning work was quite strenuous, even in the air-conditioned bedrooms, and Sally-Anne had accepted her new boss’s advice not to wear tights or stockings – she would get far too hot in them, and they would only get snagged or laddered. Instead, below the hem of her uniform was an expanse of bare leg, shapely and lightly-bronzed from Sally-Anne’s many sporting and outdoor activities. The sixteen-year-old took a moment to appraise herself in the mirror, turning from one side to the other to present her profiles. Sally-Anne was normally a shy and retiring girl, and did not tend to think of herself as particularly noticeable or pretty – but, in fact, she had becoming increasingly so over the last year, as her body had developed some quite pronounced curves. Of average height for her age, around five feet four inches, her bust and butt were rather more than averagely rounded and jutting – already, she was having to take a C-cup fitting in her slender 28 inch bras. Sally-Anne had a lively face, with a slightly turned-up nose, an unblemished smooth pink complexion, and a sparkle to her sky-blue eyes. The truth was that she was an alluring young female, on the cusp of the transition from girl to woman. In a technical sense, she was the latter, for she had lost her virginity a few months before, but she was quite naive and sexually inexperienced. Sally-Anne had only had penetrative sex twice, and hadn’t found it very pleasurable on either occasion; her then boyfriend had pestered her into agreeing to do it, and then had come into his contraceptive sheath within a few seconds of pushing his thing into her hole – there had been almost no foreplay, nor any afterplay either! He had remained lying on top of her for about a minute, and then withdrew with a grunt, leaving her completely unsatisfied. Sally-Anne was quite glad to have lost her virginity – as most of her friends seemed to have done so already – but her reluctance, and indeed eventual refusal, to repeat the exercise had been the cause of breaking up a few weeks ago, about which Sally-Anne had few regrets. Nor was she in any hurry to get involved with another boyfriend, who no doubt would make similar unpleasant demands, and getting this summer job was a good way of taking herself out of circulation for the vacation. Sally-Anne wheeled her trolley of cleaning equipment out of Room 517, closing the door behind her, and considered her next move. She was also due to clean the adjacent room, number 518, but this was occupied by a businesswoman who was booked in for the whole week and would not be leaving until Saturday morning. Ms. Carrington had specifically mentioned this guest as an important client; she was the regional manager of a large well-known company, and stayed regularly at the hotel for one week in each month. Her name was Ms. Milne, and she was a striking figure – a handsome woman in her mid 30s, nearly six feet tall, with jet black hair cut quite short and shaped around her ears and her sharp cheekbones, and with a slim waist and trim hips that emphasised the thrust of quite a prominent pair of breasts above – they looked like D-cups at least. Sally-Anne had only encountered Ms. Milne twice during the previous days, both times briefly, and if anything she was even more in awe of her than she was of Ms. Carrington. On the second occasion, she had felt quite intimidated as she felt Ms. Milne’s searching regard appraising her from head to toe, and had embarrassed herself by blushing like the young schoolgirl that she was. There was no ‘do not disturb’ sign hanging on the outside door-handle of Ms. Milne’s room, and all seemed quiet within – although the heavy door was quite sound-proof, so it was hard to tell for sure. Still, it seemed to Sally-Anne that the room had a deserted air, as did number 519 on the other side – the room occupied by Ms. Milne’s PA, a lithe blonde in her early 20s who looked like a recent college graduate. It really would help Sally-Anne to get through her schedule in time if she could do both of these rooms now, and not have to trail back to them later. After a moment’s hesitation, the pretty teenager knocked quite firmly on the door of Ms. Milne’s room; as she had expected, there was no response. The chambermaid concluded that the vigorous businesswoman and her assistant had almost certainly gone out for the day (on the previous two days, she had seen them leaving quite soon after she had begun work at 9.00 a.m., and it was now nearly 10.00), and she assumed that Ms. Milne had simply forgotten about putting out the sign indicating that the room was ready for cleaning. Sally-Anne unlocked the door of Room 518 with her pass key, padded in for a few steps – and then stopped, rooted to the spot in open-mouthed shock. The bedroom was very far from being unoccupied, very far indeed – for on the large double bed were two naked figures, and they were certainly fully occupied! In the centre of the bed, crouched on all fours and with her ass towards Sally-Anne, was the blonde PA, her full soft breasts dangling beneath her chest and swinging wildly from side to side. Kneeling at the side of the bed, between the younger woman’s parted legs, was the dominating figure of her boss, who was not – as Sally-Anne realised, staring transfixed at the stunning scene – as completely naked as her assistant. Ms. Milne was wearing some sort of belt or harness around her waist, with straps that went around each thigh; the businesswoman’s back was towards Sally-Anne, as her hips jerked backwards and forwards, driving something at the front of the harness in and out of her PA’s cunt with a wet sloppy smacking sound, whilst the recipient gasped and moaned at each thrust. The young chambermaid was not totally naive – she knew at once what this must be: a strap-on dildo, the kind that lesbians used on each other. The teenager had never seen one in reality before, but she had once on film, when her best friend, Eleanor, had shown her a lesbian porn DVD of her father’s that she had found, in which several women had done unbelievable things with each other, including the insertion of enormous vibrators and plastic strap-on cocks. Eleanor had seemed somehow disappointed at the lack of effect of the hardcore movie on Sally-Anne, but in truth that had been far from the case – the blonde teenager had been simply stunned, shaken to the core, and ever since the images had returned constantly to her mind, especially at night and in her dreams. Seeing lesbians fucking in the flesh, however, had a whole different level of impact in its unbridled lust-filled immediacy – the vision before her was like a blow in the solar plexus, driving all of the wind out of her. Sally-Anne’s eyes were like saucers, her stomach was full of butterflies, and her legs went so weak at the knees that she had to reach out to grasp the nearby dressing table in order not to fall over, giving a shocked gasp as she did so. At once, Ms. Milne’s concentration on reaming out the pussy of her pretty young aide was broken. With her dildo still rammed deep into the PA’s vagina, her head jerked round to stare at the intruder, giving Sally-Anne a full view of her heavy mature breasts with their large erect nipples. A flash of intense anger crossed the businesswoman’s sharp features, her mouth snapping closed into a tight line. With one convulsive movement, she ripped the dildo back out of her young assistant’s hole – eliciting a shriek of protest in the process – swung off the bed, and advanced on the hapless chambermaid. Behind her tall spare frame, Sally-Anne had a brief but vivid view of the blonde PA’s gaping cunt, her parted labia almost dripping with sexual juices, as with a bubbling moan of frustration the younger woman collapsed face downwards on the bed, like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Ms. Milne stormed past Sally-Anne, who flinched instinctively, as if she expected to be struck. Instead, the mature woman slammed closed the half-open bedroom door, and turned the inside bolt with an ominous thunk. Only then did she round on the teenager, who shrank back against the dressing table for support. ‘How dare you!’ snarled the angry woman, with her hands on her hips and her breasts thrust forwards aggressively like twin missile warheads, primed to launch. ‘What do you mean, sneaking in like this, and spying on people! What were you up to, creeping around? – were you trying to steal some money, is that it?’ The black-haired woman gestured at the dressing table, and Sally-Anne registered with horror that the hand which she had put out just to steady herself in the moment of initial shock was resting only a few inches away from Ms. Milne’s open wallet, in which the edges of several banknotes and a set of credit cards were clearly visible. With a squeal as if her fingers had been burned, Sally-Anne snatched her hand away, and began a stammering incoherent apology. However, the older woman’s angry tirade stormed on, sweeping aside any apologies and explanations: ‘You sneaky little bitch!’ snapped the glowering and aggressive woman, ‘I’m going to complain about you, in the strongest terms – oh, yes, I’ll see that you’re fired, at once!’ Hearing this, Sally-Anne moaned in despair, almost collapsing as she begged the handsome businesswoman not to do that, oh please, no, anything but that, please, no! Inside her head, she wailed to herself – when everything had been going so well, how could it have gone so disastrously wrong so quickly? ‘So – you don’t want us to complain, you don’t want to be fired, yeah?’ said Ms. Milne, with a strange flush on her face and a burning intensity in her gaze. ‘In that case’, the mature woman continued with relish, ‘we’ll just have to punish you ourselves, we’ll teach you a lesson you won’t forget!’ A harsh endorsing laugh came from the bed behind Sally-Anne, and she glanced over her shoulder to see that the young blonde PA had recovered sufficiently to sit up, and was kneeling in the middle of the bed, heedless of her total nudity, with her thighs parted and her cunt fully exposed. Gazing at the teenaged chambermaid, the PA licked her lips avariciously, and added an eager endorsement: ‘Yeah, let’s do her, do her real good, hot fucking little tramp, she needs it, fucking needs it!’ Ms. Milne was a decisive woman in every respect, and this seemed to be all the encouragement that her rampant lust required. With lightning reflexes, she seized the thunderstruck chambermaid by the arm, and dragged her towards the bed. Reaching the side of the mattress, the tall and powerfully-built woman spun the blonde girl around to face her. However, Sally-Anne had no time to register a protest against what was happening, as immediately Ms. Milne shoved her roughly backwards, and the teenager’s legs caught against the side of the bed, sending her tumbling over to sprawl on her back across half of the width of the bed, her head landing a few inches from the squatting PA. ‘Hold her, Debbie – keep her down, hold her firm’, Ms. Milne tersely instructed her PA, who moved instantly into action, partly following the orders of the commanding boss to whom she was utterly in thrall, and partly also in cruel anticipation of what would now befall the cute and innocent-looking schoolgirl. It took only a second for Debbie to surge forwards and use her knees to pin Sally-Anne’s shoulders to the mattress, imprisoning the girl’s head between her sweat-sheened thighs. To make quite certain that the chambermaid was trapped, Debbie reached out and with each hand she grabbed one of the teenager’s arms just below the elbow, spreading them wide and using her superior position and weight to hold them down. Sally-Anne struggled uselessly against this assault, and looked up in shock at her captor – of whom she could mostly see the underside of the full firm breasts poised above her, their nipples erect twin peaks, with the young PA’s hard-eyed face framed in the cleavage. The sixteen-year-old was about to voice a protest when something else, even more appalling and frightening, riveted her attention in a different direction. Ms. Milne had grasped the hem of Sally-Anne’s flimsy maid’s uniform, and with a rough jerk had hauled the skirt up to the girl’s waist. The mature lesbian gazed for just a second at the naively girlish plain pink bikini-style panties that this action had revealed, before hooking a finger into their waistband at each hip – and then, with one firm yank, stripping the panties down the squealing girl’s legs, and tossing them aside. The businesswoman seized the naked cunt that was now exposed, with its tightly folded vaginal groove surrounded by a fringe of neatly-trimmed dark blonde pubic hair, and she pressed her thumb firmly into the lower part of the trapped teenager’s slit, parting her trembling dry flesh. Then Ms. Milne stood upright and pressed forwards, forcing the powerless teen’s thighs apart, until the spear of the out-thrust dildo bumped against the chambermaid’s cunt. It was only at this moment that Sally-Anne’s brain caught up with what was happening, and the reality hit her like a ice-cold douche. She was going to be raped! – these terrible lesbians were going to use her for their kinky perverted pleasure, were going to take her and violate her, and, what was worse, there was nothing at all that she could do to stop them! ‘Oh, no – no!’ moaned Sally-Anne, pleading in desperation: ‘no, no, oh – please, don’t! Don’t do that to me, I’m not a lezzie, please, no, not that, oh! oh God, oh no, please, ple-mummff! ugumpff! uggghuff!!’ The pretty blonde chambermaid’s tearful pleas had been cut short by the action of the youthful PA, who had risen onto her haunches, spread her legs further apart, and then smacked her cunt down over Sally-Anne’s mouth and nostrils, effectively gagging the girl. Debbie now released her grip on the teenager’s arms (for with the whole weight of her body resting on Sally-Anne’s face and shoulders, there was no way that the slightly-built girl could wriggle free), and swiftly unbuttoned the front of the chambermaid’s uniform. Sally-Anne squirmed in alarm at this new violation but was powerless to prevent it, and tears of shame and fear leaked from her eyes as she felt her top being tugged open and her breasts being scooped out of their bra cups and exposed to the view and use of these terrible lesbian rapists. Debbie enjoyed the feel of mauling the pretty young girl’s soft breasts, and rolled the teenager’s hardening nipples between her fingers as she leaned forward, and said: ‘She was just about to make me come – she was just about to get me off, you pissing little cunt, when you came sneaking in and interrupted! I’m so fucking gasping for it, and you’re gonna set things right – so eat my pussy, you little bitch! Eat my cunt and make me come, and you’d better do it good!’ With that remark, Debbie pressed down harder onto the teen’s face, and ground her sticky wet labia over Sally-Anne’s nose and mouth. The young girl froze for a moment, her mind in a whirl between fear and shock on the one hand, and on the other a sudden vivid memory of the scene in Eleanor’s porn DVD in which an older woman had made a younger one devour her pussy until she came in shrieking wild abandon. However, Sally-Anne’s momentary pause angered the impatient and highly-aroused PA, who gave the blonde chambermaid’s tits a sharp slap and then a pinch, whilst repeating her instructions: ‘C’mon, fucking eat me, you fucking little twat, get on with it, you stupid slit-hole! Eat me, make me cum!’ Galvanised by the painful abuse of her nipples, Sally-Anne began to apply herself to the amazing and intricate folds of flesh that were smothering her mouth. She had no idea what the proper technique should be, so she decided to cover up that fact by giving it all of her energy and effort. Within seconds, Debbie’s vagina – which had already been well-penetrated by Ms. Milne’s long thick plastic phallus – was parting easily before her tongue, and Sally-Anne almost began to enjoy the strange hot texture of pussy flesh and its accompanying cocktail of musky seeping lubricants. The teenager began to shove her tongue in deeper, encouraged by the shudders that periodically rippled through the PA’s body and by the young woman’s harsh cries, which were mounting inexorably to a not-too-distant crescendo. Debbie was actually 24 years old, and had been working for Ms. Milne (who was ten years older) for the last fourteen months. She had been her boss’s willing sex toy ever since she was forcibly taken – almost raped – on Ms. Milne’s desk in only her second week in the job, after being ordered to stay on late after work for some ‘special training’. It hadn’t quite been rape, because Debbie had surrendered her pussy willingly, having already been an active lesbian for nine years, when her schoolgirl crush on a teacher was rewarded by a crash-course in lesbian education. Now she did anything that her dominatrix boss demanded of her, including being spanked and put in bondage, and being loaned out to Ms. Milne’s circle of mature lesbian dykes. Helping her mistress assault and rape an innocent teenage girl gave her not a moment’s pause for concern, and indeed Debbie exulted in the rare experience of making someone even younger be submissive to her. Whilst Debbie’s weight pinned Sally-Anne to the bed, and her forcible cunt-grinding cunnilingus effectively gagged the trapped teen, Ms. Milne took a few seconds to relish the sight of her helpless young victim, and to savour the way in which everything had gone according to her plan. For, whatever the appearance, this was no spontaneous assault, but a carefully-prepared ambush, and the foolish naive girl had fallen completely into the trap. Ms. Milne had noticed how cute, fresh and appealing Sally-Anne was on first spotting her, two days previously on the girl’s first day at work. However, it was the next occasion, on the day after, that caused the experienced dyke to decide that she would have the chambermaid’s pussy, and hopefully take her lesbian cherry. Yesterday, Ms. Milne had left her room just after 9.00 a.m. on her way to her regional headquarters office, and as she walked along the corridor to the lift, she had seen Sally-Anne cleaning one of the other bedrooms. The door was open, and Ms. Milne stopped, arrested by the enticing sight of the youthful and pretty blonde chambermaid bending over as she made up the bed – as Sally-Anne reached across to straighten the pillows, her jutting bubble-butt rose up in the air, stretching tight the fabric of her maid’s uniform, and its hem rode up to give a tantalising glimpse of the gusset of a pair of plain white panties. As yet unobserved, Ms. Milne had watched in appreciative interest as the girl had stood up, noting the swell of fuller breasts than might be expected for someone who was clearly still in her mid-teens. Ms. Milne had then asked Sally-Anne some inconsequential question, whilst her eyes rested upon the girl’s chest – not just to enjoy the view of her pert bust, but also to memorise the name printed on her staff badge. Later that day, Ms. Milne had asked her long-time friend and regular sexual partner, the hotel’s manageress, about the new chambermaid, and had been advised that the girl was ripe for plucking and fucking – that she had been recommended to Ms. Carrington precisely as an excellent prospect for lesbian initiation, ready to be taken. Ms. Carrington had intended to do so herself fairly soon, but generously agreed to let her friend go first – knowing Ms. Milne’s forceful, even brutal, methods, and that they almost never failed. The businesswoman’s plan was a simple one, based on the experience that complicated stratagems tended to go wrong, whilst the direct approach was often the most effective. On this third morning, Debbie – who, of course, had spent the night in Ms. Milne’s bed, where she had been dildo-shafted with unusual severity as the older dyke savoured the prospect of teen-rape ahead of her – had risen early, and, after the usual morning ritual of soaping Ms. Milne’s body during her shower, and orally servicing her slit in the process, the PA had stripped the upper sheets from the bed and lain down again with her boss, softly licking the older woman’s tits and gently caressing her cunt, keeping her dominatrix boss pleasantly aroused whilst they waited to spring their trap on the innocent unwary teenager. It had been arranged that the hotel manageress would assign Sally-Anne to clean Ms. Milne’s room, and she and Debbie were careful to make no noise as they heard the chambermaid enter the adjacent room and whistle cheerfully as she worked. After a few moments, Ms. Milne had risen from the bed and silently stepped into her favourite strap-on harness, whilst Debbie, with long practice, assumed the ‘fuck-me-hard’ position on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed, with her butt towards the door. Ms. Milne then stepped up to her PA’s ass, slid the long plastic rod easily into the younger woman’s already wet and open vagina, gripped her at the hips and began a slow rhythmic shafting, all in complete silence and with every sense attuned to hear the opening of the door – the moment when the fly would blunder unwittingly into the spider’s web, to be caught and devoured. It had, of course, been synthetic anger that Ms. Milne had displayed at Sally-Anne’s intrusion, though it had been given real heat by the older woman’s burning lust. In fact, every single move, and every single word uttered, had been carefully planned in advance, with Debbie given instructions on her part in the little drama. Now, Sally-Anne was entirely at Ms. Milne’s disposal, and she relished the sight of the frightened novice frantically eating pussy for the first – but very definitely not the last – time. As ordered, Debbie had scooped the teenager’s sweet pert breasts out of her childishly plain cotton bra, and had teased the nipples into a pink stiff erectness such as Sally-Anne had never experienced before in her life, and which was having effects that were a bewildering mixture of discomfort and arousal. Ms. Milne took hold of the chambermaid’s trembling thighs, and with an iron grip forced them further apart, ignoring the girl’s fearful whimpers as she slobbered under Debbie’s pussy. The mature black-haired businesswoman licked her lips in anticipation as she lined up the thick ribbed plastic dildo on the centre of the trapped blonde’s tight teenage twat. Forcing this would be a delight, made all the more delicious by the girl’s futile feeble struggles. Sally-Anne screamed as the tip of the huge dildo broached her labia, even though the first stroke only entered her for an inch. In her terror, the girl’s back arched convulsively, and her body was locked in a rigid curve as Ms. Milne thrust into her again, harder and deeper – three inches at least. The violated teen howled in anguish, but almost nothing was audible as her face was squashed under Debbie’s cunt. In fact, the vibration of her shrieks was transmitted directly into the PA’s vulva, with orgasmic effects, and Debbie moaned in ecstasy, pinching Sally-Anne’s nipples as she came, and further terrorising the helpless schoolgirl. Tears coursed over Sally-Anne’s cheeks (some of pain, some of fright, some of humiliation, and some of shame in the fact that she was actually in some strange way being aroused by what these two cruel lesbians were inflicting upon her), and they mingled with the fountaining squirt of cum-juice that sprayed from Debbie’s vagina, and which the chambermaid almost instinctively lapped up and swallowed. Sally-Anne’s body was responding to the torrent of sexual stimuli that it was receiving, on her tongue, her tits, and now in her pussy. As Ms. Milne rocked her hips forward for her third violating intrusion, the dildo surged home more easily, for Sally-Anne’s own juices were starting to flow, and were easing its passage. The pulverised teen abandoned all resistance to what was happening to her, and – without consciously having decided this – from now on, she went with the flow, and let the two women do with her whatever they pleased. Sensing this, Ms. Milne’s smiled to herself in satisfaction – once again, her instinct had been right: as Ms. Carrington’s unknown informant had surmised, this was a girl ready for the taking, almost certainly a lesbian even if she was as yet unaware of it herself, and now destined for a lifetime of submissive service to any dominant dyke who stripped down her panties and conquered her cunt. Ms. Milne increased the pace and force of her thrusts, provoking renewed screaming and squirming from the pretty young blonde, whilst the girl’s pelvis betrayed her true nature as it began humping back against the dildo, adding to the impact of its entry and making the penetrations even deeper and more forceful. Sally-Anne’s body began to shake and tremble in a new way – no longer of fear, or at least, not entirely of fear, but now also of arousal, of building to her own sexual climax. The rape victim hardly understood what was happening, but her body’s responses to its first ever real fucking (her former-boyfriend’s pathetic little prick having made almost no impression, quite literally, on the two prior occasions that anything had entered her vagina), and her subconscious lesbian orientation (which had been first stirred from its slumber by Eleanor’s porn movie), now took over her consciousness. The shocked teenager began to gasp and moan with desire, whilst still continuing – but now, quite voluntarily – to lap and suck at Debbie’s gaping pussy. Unbelievably, Sally-Anne realised that she had taken the whole huge length and massive width of the dildo into her vaginal passage, and indeed that she was desperate for more – although she felt utterly taken and filled to the point of splitting apart, still she wanted to be rammed even harder and speared even deeper! Then, suddenly, her back arched once more in a violent spasm, as her first-ever true orgasm burst upon her – it was a revelation in its burning intensity and deep erotic satisfaction, and its backwash left her shaken and dizzy, almost fainting. As Sally-Anne gasped for breath, Debbie lifted the weight of her pelvis from the teenager’s face and shifted sideways, so that she was now kneeling beside the spent and quivering girl, who no longer needed to be held down. It took Sally-Anne a few seconds to reorient herself, and her eyes – which had been closed whilst she had performed oral sex on Debbie – were briefly dazzled by their return to daylight. Ms. Milne had not withdrawn the dildo from the chambermaid’s cunt, and it was still buried deep in the girl’s vagina, right up to the hilt, with the leather face-plate pressing down on Sally-Anne’s riven and squashed outer labia. As Debbie moved aside, her mature boss leaned forwards with arms outstretched, and braced herself by placing her hands on the mattress, just above Sally-Anne’s shoulders. The teenager blinked upwards at her rapist, who now loomed menacingly above her, a predatory smile curving her lips into a thin line and a hawkish glint in her eyes. Ms. Milne’s full breasts were bigger and heavier even than her PA’s jutting and bouncy pair, and Sally-Anne thought they must be 34 inch D-cups at least, probably E-cups, as they swayed above her face, more mesmerisingly than any stage hypnotist’s swinging pendulum. Having paused until she had the teenager’s full attention, Ms Milne very slowly arched her back, withdrawing the heavy dildo for just a couple of inches, before using her whole adult weight and the leverage afforded by her dominant posture to sink it back in again slowly, to its full extent. As the thick plastic rod once again drilled Sally-Anne’s almost-virginal vagina to the fullest depth, the blonde girl moaned and shuddered, flinging her arms wide at each side. ‘Oh! Oh, no – stop!’ she cried out; ‘Oh, God – please, no, no more!! – oh, stop, help! please, I can’t take it, I can’t take any more!’ Ms. Milne completely ignored these splutterings, for in fact Sally-Anne’s cunt was taking it, and doing so more smoothly and slickly than had been the case in the initial rape. Far from stopping, in an impressive display of muscular strength and physical suppleness which spoke of many hours spent at the gym, Ms. Milne flexed her lower back and pulled out the dildo a little further, before pushing it back in just as hard and as far. Sally-Anne yowled with distress, but as Ms. Milne began to increase the length of her withdrawals and the pace and depth of the returning impalements, her noises changed to grunts and then moans, whilst her breathing audibly quickened until she was snatching panting gasps, sweat running off her brow and cheeks. The raped chambermaid whimpered under the powerful woman’s inexorable reaming out of her vagina, giving a quavering moan each time the long hard phallic rod was rammed home. Ms. Milne delivered her strokes more slowly than in her first fast and furious rape of the delectable teen – but her insertions were all the more devastatingly effective for their ponderous pace, which was matched only by their utter inevitability. As her boss steadied into a rhythm, arching her hips and spearing her victim’s cunt to its deepest limit, Debbie reached forwards into the gap between Sally-Anne’s flat stomach and the curve of Ms. Milne’s pelvis above it. The PA slid her fingertips into the top folds of the chambermaid’s slash, and, within a couple of seconds, she found what she had been questing for – the prone teenager’s clitoral nub. She began abrading this, rubbing her fingers around it, first clockwise and then anti-clockwise in rapid alternation, and then teasing it and even pulling on it, with dynamic results. In response, Sally-Anne gave a curious mewling noise, and her slim girlish body shuddered under the explosive twin effects of the frotting of her clit and the penetrations from the huge ribbed dildo. The blonde teenager’s ass began to bounce up and down on the bed, as if was a trampoline. This was not mainly at the girl’s conscious intention, even though she was now meeting each dildo-impalement with a reciprocal return thrust. From far away, Sally-Anne could hear a voice gasping and groaning – and then, with a sudden shock, she realised that it was her own: ‘Aaarrgghh, ohmigod, no! Christ alive ... oh, no, NO! Shit, oh! Mmmm, ahhhh ... oh, mmmm, yes ... aah! yes, yessss, YES – do me! Ahhhh – DO ME, OH! FUCK ME, FUCK ME! OH, AAAAIIEEEEHHHH!!’ With this wild shriek, the teenager crested the wave of her second-ever climax – and her second sapphic orgasm – which took her even more volcanically than the previous time. With her eyes wide open and staring fixedly upwards at Ms Milne’s jutting melons of breasts, and above them at the mature dyke’s vulpine smile of triumphant possession, the blonde chambermaid flopped back on the mattress, with her arms outstretched and her hands clawing at the crumpled bedsheet. Timing it to perfection, with the benefit of her long expertise in babe-fucking, the tall businesswoman slammed the strap-on into Sally-Anne with sudden and almost vicious force. The girl yelled again, as her back locked in a rigid curve, sending her attractive pert tits jiggling. Then, with a deep sobbing groan, her legs and thighs twitched and jerked as her pussy went suddenly loose and her vagina flushed wetly, the cum-juice flowing down her inner thighs as she orgasmed for the third time. The pretty young babe did indeed look totally taken and utterly fucked, thought Ms. Milne with salacious satisfaction, gazing down at the inert body of the innocent whom she had assaulted and raped. The girl looked bewildered and confused, and not just about what had happened to her – it was evident from her physical and verbal responses that she had been aroused, that her first experience of lesbianism – although forced upon her – had not been completely unwelcome or unpleasant. Indeed, it might not take much more to mould her into a submissive sapphic sex-toy. Which, thought Ms. Milne with an inner smile, was good – for the teenager’s initiation was far from over, whatever she might think. The tall black-haired woman pulled the dildo out of Sally-Anne’s vagina, the rounded end emerging with a soft wet sucking sound. Ms. Milne took a step backwards, undid the harness of the strap-on, and tossed it onto the bed, near to where Debbie was kneeling. Then, standing with her legs placed apart and her hands on her hips, the mature boss nodded to her PA, giving the signal for the next stage. Debbie slid her hands under the slender teen’s shoulder-blades and urged the girl into an upright position, whilst at same time pushing her forwards to the side of the mattress. Her mind in a whirl, Sally-Anne gave no resistance, and in a moment Debbie had slipped the girl off the bed, so that she sank to her knees in front of her conqueror, with her lower back against the side of the bed, and her face just inches from the puckered labia of Ms. Milne’s clean-shaven pussy. ‘Lick me, girl!’ snapped the dominatrix, ‘eat me – show me what you’ve learned doing Debbie, show me what you can do! Make me cum, and cum hard!’ All of Sally-Anne’s school-teachers agreed that she was a bright girl, quick on the uptake, and once more she proved them right. Between the example of the porn actresses on Eleanor’s oh-so-memorable DVD, her forced first attempt at cunnilingus on Debbie’s pussy, and the example given by the young PA’s dextrous manipulation of her own clitoris, she now had a very much better idea of what to do. Surprising herself by her eagerness – which she could still, at least partly, excuse by ascribing it to fear – the chambermaid bent forwards and placed her lips on Ms. Milne’s outer labia, and then parted them gently with the tip of her tongue, before darting its full length in between them. Ms. Milne gave a short gasp, as the girl was bolder in her approach and better in technique than she had expected, and was also showing herself to be quite willing – too much so for it to be explained away as just the result of coercion and fear. The mature woman found herself becoming aroused quite quickly, and she shifted her stance to give even easier access to her pussy, whilst also grabbing a handful of Sally-Anne’s blonde hair at the back of her head. Ms. Milne used this as a handle with which to grind the teenager’s face into her broad and fleshy vulva, giving Sally-Anne no choice but to inhale with every breath the heady musky smell of the woman’s vagina as it had rubbed sweatily and stickily against the inside of the strap-on harness during the dildo-rape. The young blonde gulped and gasped, but she made no attempt to struggle or to squirm aside, and if anything the taste and smell of pussy seemed to be stimulating her. Emboldened, Sally-Anne emulated the women she had seen on the hardcore porn DVD, and she shifted the focus of her oral efforts to the upper part of her conqueror’s slippery and rubbery slit, whilst bringing up her right hand and poking two fingers into Ms. Milne’s hole. ‘Aaahh, fuck, yes! Oh, you little lezzie bitch! – yes, more, go on, slut, do more!’ hissed the busty businesswoman, as her hips began to jerk and judder in response. Sally-Anne felt a sudden surge of excitement and energy at this evidence of her success, and churned her fingers around inside her rapist’s vaginal tube, eliciting further gasps. Then Sally-Anne gave a little squeal of her own, as two hands cupped her breasts and squeezed them. For a second, the teen was confused, for Ms. Milne hands were already accounted for – one of them gripping Sally-Anne’s hair and locking her face into pussy-pounding position, and the chambermaid could see the other in her peripheral vision, as the mature dyke grasped and pulled at her own engorged nipples with increasing urgency. Then the girl understood where the extra hands had come from: Debbie had moved to sit on the edge of the bed immediately behind her, framing the teenager’s light and slender frame between her legs, and now the PA had reached down, under Sally-Anne’s armpits, to take possession of her tits. And what nice ones they are, thought Debbie admiringly – firm with youth, but fuller and rounder than would be expected from the chambermaid’s slim body and her youth, for the hotel manageress had imparted to Ms. Milne the delightful news that this cute babe was barely past her sixteenth birthday. Debbie rolled the chambermaid’s nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, and then pinched and tweaked them, alternating between the girl’s two pertly jutting breasts. Once again, Sally-Anne moaned as her face was crushed against a cunt, so that the sound was transmitted directly to the pelvic bone that she was pressed against, and sent an erotic vibration through the myriad of nerve-endings in the walls of the woman’s vagina. Driven almost frantic by the simultaneous stimulus from Debbie to her tits and of Ms. Milne’s pussy against her mouth, Sally-Anne pumped her fingers in and out of the older woman’s hole whilst her tongue surged around and under her clitoral hood, and rasped across her clit. ‘Aahh, yeah, fuckit – make me cum, fucking cum me, you lezzie cunt!’ gasped Ms. Milne. The swearing and loss of control of the haughty superior businesswoman both shocked and excited the chambermaid, as also – in a profound and disturbing way – did her assertions that Sally-Anne was a lesbian. Part of her mind instinctively shouted a silent denial – but only part, and she knew with sudden certainty that this automatic rejection had a false and hollow ring to it, and had not even convinced herself. Then her thoughts were blown away, as Ms. Milne’s hips suddenly spasmed, and, with a hoarse cry of fulfilment, the dominatrix climaxed, pussy-juice spraying from her hole over Sally-Anne’s fingers and face. In the process, the businesswoman released her hold on Sally-Anne’s head, but the girl was at once imprisoned by the PA, who wound her arms around the chambermaid’s chest. In truth, escape was unlikely: Sally-Anne was nearly exhausted, both physically and mentally, and had neither the strength nor the willpower to make a bid for freedom – if, indeed, that was what she still wanted. Recovering her breath and poise with impressive rapidity, with an imperious gesture Ms. Milne ordered the teenager to rise. Shakily, and needing Debbie’s supporting hands at her hips, Sally-Anne managed to do so. Her reward was to have her cheeks cupped in the mature woman’s firm grasp, and to be kissed fully on the mouth, as Ms. Milne pushed her tongue between Sally-Anne’s lips and tasted the flavours of the young teen. As she prolonged the deep French kiss, the woman rested her hands on the girl’s shoulders; this support kept Sally-Anne upright, and allowed Debbie to slip aside from her position on the bed behind their victim. Once the PA was out of the way, Ms. Milne spun the chambermaid around 180 degrees, and then pushed her forwards onto the bed. Sally-Anne had no choice – to break her fall, she instinctively thrust out her arms, and so she ended up on her hands and knees, in the same pose and almost in the same spot that Debbie had occupied in that memorable moment, which now seemed almost a lifetime ago, when she had innocently walked into the room. ‘What? Oh ... aaahhh!’ gasped Sally-Anne, for it was obvious what her new position meant, even before Debbie reached for the strap-on dildo and buckled around her pelvis. ‘Oh, no – no, not that! – please, please, I really can’t, I just can’t take any more – oh! please, no more!’ mumbled the shell-shocked chambermaid, but she knew that she was wasting her breath, and she did not even try to struggle. Without any difficulty, Ms. Milne’s firm and authoritative hold on Sally-Anne’s lower back kept the girl in position during the moment that it took her assistant to adjust the harness straps to her narrower hips. The blonde teen seemed to have accepted her fate, and did not protest again when Ms. Milne pushed her chambermaid’s uniform up past her waist, exposing her naked cunt and ass. Then the boss and her PA swapped places, as Debbie took up a stance between Sally-Anne’s spread legs and gripped the whimpering girl’s hips. With a satisfied grunt, the PA thrust forwards with the dildo, and it slid with almost no resistance into the teenager’s hole – which now was gaping open and slickly coated with vaginal fluids. Sally-Anne gave a noise that was partly a moan of violation and partly a sigh of satisfaction, as her cunt was invaded for the third time in less than twenty minutes. ‘You’ll like this, slut’, grunted Debbie, between thrusts into the girl of mounting force and frequency; ‘it’s the best way to get done, yeah – any les will tell you that, for sure!’ Ms. Milne watched with pleasure the erotic sight of her normally submissive PA, who was a decade younger than her, fucking doggy-style a pretty schoolgirl who was less than half of the business boss’s age. Then, not to be left out of the action, she squatted on the bed next to Sally-Anne and reached under the girl’s chest to the unbuttoned front of her uniform, where her breasts were dangling out of their bra cups and freely swinging with each hammering impact of the dildo. Like her assistant, Ms. Milne admired the size and texture of the sixteen-year-old’s mounds, and relished the opportunity to grope and squeeze them. It was all too much for the formerly inexperienced and naive teenager: the doggy-fuck was a final overload to her sexual senses, and Debbie – caught up in her own heady enthusiasm – was riding the blonde sixteen-year-old really hard. The PA was an athletically fit young woman who had been a sporty girl in her school days, and she now worked out at a gym four times a week – partly for its own sake, and partly to have the suppleness and stamina necessary to cope with the rampant fuckings dealt out by her boss, and sometimes as well by her boss’s mature lesbian business friends in an all-out dyke gang-bang. Debbie’s pelvis pivoted with the smoothly-oiled efficiency of a pumping machine, and it was a good thing that Sally-Anne’s vagina had been opened and lubricated by Ms. Milne’s double-fuck, for the PA was ferocious in her forceful penetrations. Sally-Anne’s eyes bugged out and her hands clawed for purchase on the sweaty wrinkled bedsheet, as unbelievable sensations radiated out from her abused and tender pussy. The girl’s mouth hung open, but the only sound that came from it was a frantic panting for breath. As Ms. Milne had anticipated, being shafted in this posture of utter submission was the completion and confirmation of the teenager’s lesbian conversion. Sally-Anne was just blown away – after a few moments, her head and shoulders slumped down limply onto the mattress, with her right cheek pressed against it and saliva dribbling from her half-open mouth as she mewled in rising ecstasy. The inexperienced near-virgin who had entered this den of lust less than half an hour previously now seemed a stranger to her, and she gave herself up to the heat of the moment, thrusting her ass up higher in the air and spreading her hips apart. Sally-Anne could sense how gaping and open her pussy was, and her vagina was slick with juices as the long fat plastic pillar reamed in and out of her with an ease that she would previously have thought impossible for a thing of such massive size. Now she was taking it, every inch of it, and Debbie’s convulsive pistoning was sending the shuddering teen soaring to yet another explosive climax. As the trembling in Sally-Anne’s flanks became visible and her breathing shortened to shallow high-pitched gulps, Debbie reached forwards to grab a hank of the girl’s blonde hair. She used this to haul the chambermaid back into a more upright posture on all fours, which gave the PA a better angle of attack from which to slam home the dildo even more directly. It was the final overload for the abused teenager’s vagina and clitoris, and Sally-Anne gave a hoarse scream as she climaxed for the fourth time, with even more of a bone-shaking and mind-blowing impact than the previous three orgasms. In the aftermath, the young chambermaid slid off the end of the dildo, and with a bubbling sigh collapsed face-down upon the bed. Sally-Anne felt so totally fucked, in a way which she had never dreamed was possible, and so completely taken – seized, raped, abused, used, and filled to the bursting point by that incredible huge long dildo, with sensations that still resonated through her mind. Ms. Milne bestowed an approving smile upon her PA, as Debbie unbuckled the strap-on and wiped over the plastic phallus with a tissue; the young woman had played her part well, as indeed she always did, following her adored dominant mistress’s instructions to the letter, whether working or fucking. The imposing businesswoman then turned and looked down with satiated satisfaction at the raped chambermaid’s prone form, enjoying a full view of the girl’s ass and pussy, as Sally-Anne’s uniform was still rucked up around her waist. ‘Don’t think of making any complaint about this, young lady, either to the management or the police – and not a word to your parents or friends’, Ms. Milne coolly remarked. ‘If you do, we shall say that you discovered we are lesbians and offered to have sex with us for money, and I can get some other women who have stayed here to say that you did the same with them – so it is you who will end up in trouble, not us!’ In fact, Sally-Anne had not thought of doing any such thing – or rather, her thoughts had shied away from the prospect at once: who could she possibly tell, how could she possibly describe it? And, still worse, what if she was questioned about her reactions, was asked how it had felt? Then the business executive and her PA slipped on their cotton towelling bathrobes, and Ms. Milne informed the dazed chambermaid that they were going to Debbie’s bedroom next door, to shower and get dressed (as this had all been carefully planned, Ms. Milne’s bath items, lingerie, business suit, shoes and work papers were all already in her assistant’s bedroom), and that when they went out they would remove the ‘do not disturb’ sign from that door, and Sally-Anne could then clean the room. ‘Take your time to clean this one’, said Ms. Milne, not unkindly. Then, feeling that the young girl had given full satisfaction and deserved some reward, the businesswoman picked up her purse from the dressing table, and removed from it two twenty-pound banknotes. Crossing to stand beside the bed, she undid the tie-belt of her bathrobe so that it hung open and gave the chambermaid a point-blank view of her cunt. Slowly, her gaze holding Sally-Anne’s dazed eyes, Ms. Milne wiped each banknote down the length of her sticky pussy, as if they were cleaning tissues. Then the tall black-haired woman folded them into a moist and musky wad, and leaned across to tuck this inside one of Sally-Anne’s empty bra-cups. ‘Buy yourself some proper grown-up underwear, my sweet’, murmured the businesswoman, an attractive husky tone in her voice, continuing with a curious half-smile: ‘I think you’re going to need it’. Then she picked up Sally-Anne’s discarded panties and added ‘you won’t need these again – and I like to keep a souvenir of my conquests’, as she slipped them into her pocket. With that, Ms. Milne closed up her bathrobe again, turned on her heel, and led the way out of the room; Debbie, following behind as was her place, paused in the doorway, looked over her shoulder and blew a kiss to the pretty young blonde whose violated body they had so much enjoyed. For a few moments, Sally-Anne lay inertly on the crumpled sheet, her thoughts a kaleidoscopic whirl, forming and reforming, as she struggled to understand what had just happened to her, what she had really felt about it, and what that meant. Then her eye fell upon the clock on the bedside table, and she gasped and sat upright. Half an hour had passed since she had blithely entered this room, believing it to be unoccupied and ready for cleaning. What if Ms. Carrington should come looking for her to monitor her work? – dear Lord, what if Ms. Carrington were to find her here, in this state? With the speedy recovery of wholesome youth, Sally-Anne leaped from the bed, and stripped it of the creased and cum-stained sheet – though not without holding it to her nose for a moment, and breathing in this reminder of the powerful mature woman’s sexual prowess and dominance. The chambermaid completed her usual duties, changing the pillow cases and the upper sheet as well, smoothing them all down and neatly making up the bed. Then she moved into the bathroom, but before cleaning here she caught sight of herself in the large mirror. She was dishevelled, her hair was sweaty and tangled, and her face and chest – still exposed in her unbuttoned uniform – were streaked with vaginal juices. Her uniform would quickly recover from its crumpled state, as it was made from some artificial fabric that was designed to remain smart during physical work, but there was no way that Sally-Anne could go into the public corridors – or be seen by Ms. Carrington – whilst she looked like this! With sudden decision, the teenager stripped off her maid’s uniform and her bra, putting them on hangars, and placed the cum-scented banknotes, with a slightly trembling hand, on the shelf above the hand-basin. Then the chambermaid took a rapid shower, rinsing herself with steaming hot water and washing her hair, and quickly towelled herself dry. She refastened her bra, the cotton cups brushing against her still-tender nipples with disturbing effect, and then donned her uniform and fastened the buttons. It felt strange as the smooth nylon material slid over her naked hips and butt, and Sally-Anne was very aware that she had no panties on underneath – a fact which produced a curiously contrary feeling of vulnerable availability and a powerful erotic charge. After just a second of hesitation, she picked up the two banknotes, held them to her nose for a moment and breathed deeply of their musky aroma, and then put them in the side pocket of her uniform, next to the master key that unlocked the bedrooms. The girl then quickly wiped around the bathroom, and replaced the damp used towels with fresh ones from her cleaning trolley. Just at this point, the chambermaid heard the sound from Debbie’s room of the door opening and closing, and of voices in the corridor. Sally-Anne wheeled her trolley out of the now serviced and cleaned Room 518 in time to see the smartly business-suited form of Ms. Milne, her taut ass and mature silhouette framed in an elegantly tailored pin-stripe pencil skirt – quite a short and sexy one, but she had the fine firm smooth legs to carry it off – and a flared jacket, proceeding away from her towards the lift, accompanied by her similarly-attired PA. Sally-Anne stopped for a moment, leaning against her trolley for support, as her eyes drank in the swaying hips and strutting assertive stalking strides of her two lesbian rapists. It was in this cathartic moment that there came to Sally-Anne’s turbulent thoughts a soothing calmness, as she recognised and accepted something long-hidden from herself: her attraction to women, and the conclusion that she was, almost certainly, a lesbian. However, the teenager pushed the implications of this realisation from her mind, for she was now nearly an hour behind schedule, and – although she had made a good quick start before the events following her entry into Room 518 – it would be almost impossible to finish the rest of her scheduled rooms on time. The energetic girl did her best, but she still had three rooms to do on the third floor when Ms. Carrington appeared in the doorway of the one that she was completing. Once again, Sally-Anne noted admiringly how well-dressed the manageress was. Today, Ms. Carrington was wearing an A-line skirt in navy blue, of midi length, coming down to several inches below her knees and overlapping the smart black leather boots that she was wearing below it. The skirt was in a complete button-through style, with a row of brass buttons running down the front from the waistband to the hem. As intended in such styles, the last four or five buttons were undone, leaving the bottom flap of the skirt to shift eye-catchingly with every movement, and offer tantalising glimpses of the legs and stockings underneath. Above the waist, Ms. Carrington was wearing a simple but elegant white silk blouse, and clearly visible through its almost transparent thinness was the shape of the full-cup black bra that encased her generous and still firm breasts. It was not just apprehension that she was in trouble that made Sally-Anne’s mouth go dry, for in her sensitised state the proximity of another authoritative and sexy mature woman sent a shiver through the girl’s body, hardening her nipples and causing a hot flush in her pussy. ‘You seem rather slow today, Sally-Anne’, observed the manageress with a note of disapproval. ‘I need to see you in my office – come along there as soon as you have finished your work; get the rest of the rooms done, and then come to see me at once.’ The chambermaid’s heart sank – she knew that she had made a really good impression on her first two days with the combination of her quick work and thorough cleaning, and she so wanted to keep this job, especially given the prospect of further employment after this summer vacation. Sally-Anne presented herself at Ms. Carrington’s office as quickly as she could, and, as on her previous visits, she admired the manageress’s neat efficiency. Ms. Carrington was seated at her large L-shaped desk, with the side portion to her right occupied by a computer screen, keyboard and mouse, a printer, a telephone and two neat trays for paperwork. The long main expanse of the desk in front of the manageress was completely bare; this was clearly the woman’s habit, as on the previous two days when Sally-Anne had arrived, the only item in view had been the cleaning schedule of the rooms – clearly, Ms. Carrington was a woman who believed in keeping on top of things. Now, which Sally-Anne hoped was not an ominous sign, there was not even a single sheet of paper on the shiny polished wooden desktop. At a gesture from the manageress, Sally-Anne came to stand immediately in front of the desk, as she had done each morning when receiving her instructions (there had been a chair to sit in at her interview, but clearly its usual place was over against the wall, and the hotel manageress did not like her staff to take their ease). Ms. Carrington’s opening words caused Sally-Anne’s heart to drop like a stone: ‘Ms. Milne called in to see me, on her way out’, remarked the manageress in cool tone, her eyes sharply scrutinising the teenager’s face. Then, to Sally-Anne’s immense relief, a hint of approval appeared in Ms. Carrington’s eyes and voice, as she continued: ‘She was pleased with your ... adaptability, I think was the term she used ... this morning, and has asked that you be assigned to clean her room and her assistant’s for the rest of their stay – and also when they next return, in two weeks’ time. Of course, I agreed at once – Ms. Milne is not only a highly-valued regular guest, but she is also important and influential in business circles in this region; indeed, she has organised a special ... network ... of businesswomen, through which one can make very useful contacts.’ The manageress looked at Sally-Anne shrewdly, noting the girl’s sudden blushing reaction to Ms. Milne’s praise and request, and continued: ‘It may take you some time to do their rooms properly, so I will put them at the end of your schedule, at two o’clock – do all the other rooms first, and then you can take as long there as is required, as I want to ensure Ms. Milne is quite satisfied with the service she receives.’ Sally-Anne was stunned by this, for she understood exactly what it meant – she was sure that Ms. Milne and her PA would arrange their schedules to be back at the hotel at 2.00 p.m., and then they would fuck her in rotation for as long as they wanted, and make her take their strap-ons and eat out their cunts. Her reaction was a churning swirl of shock and – unmistakeably – excitement and arousal, and unconsciously she licked her lips, unable to form words in reply. The expressions that had flashed across her youthful features had in any case telegraphed their meaning to Ms. Carrington, who also noted the sudden perky prominence of the girl’s tits, poking through the fabric of her bra and the thin chambermaid’s uniform. ‘I trust that you have no objection to this arrangement, Sally-Anne?’ enquired the manageress, one eyebrow raised in interrogation. The teenager lowered her eyes to the floor, blushed again, but found her voice enough to reply in a whisper: ‘No ... I ... that is, no ... no objection, Ms. Carrington.’ ‘Good, that’s settled then’, crisply answered her superior, before continuing with more of a smile, and to Sally-Anne’s great relief and delight: ‘I think you have come on very well, Sally-Anne, yes – very well indeed. I do not think we need bother with the rest of your probationary period, and so I will confirm now that I will employ you for the rest of the holidays, and also on weekends during your school-terms, and again – if you wish – in the following holiday periods.’ Sally-Anne lifted her gaze, and gushed her thanks. Ms. Carrington looked at the pretty young blonde appraisingly, and then continued: ‘There is one condition to this, however, which is that I will require your assistance with some ... special duties ... These are confidential, not to be discussed with anyone else, but you will be put on a higher hourly wage-rate in consequence. Do you accept?’ Sally-Anne was not quite sure – well, not absolutely sure – where this was going, but in any case refusal would be madness, and would clearly terminate her employment. The teenager swallowed, but met the attractive mature woman’s gaze, and replied clearly: ‘Yes, of course, Ms. Carrington, whatever you want.’ ‘Good girl – that was just the right answer. I can see that you will do well here, very well indeed!’ said the manageress in a satisfied tone. She paused for a few seconds, gazing keenly at the delectable girl, and then gestured to her youthful employee: ‘Lift up your skirt – lift it up, I want to see.’ Sally-Anne was still naive enough that she gave a little gasp of surprise at the directness of Ms. Carrington’s demand, and still young enough to flush with sudden embarrassment. Did Ms. Carrington know that she had no panties on? the girl wondered briefly, before a sudden absolute certainty came to her that her boss knew that fact very well indeed! With a gulp, Sally-Anne lowered her hands to grasp the hem of her chambermaid’s uniform at each side, and then she slowly hoisted it up to her waist, fully exposing her naked cunt below. The manageress gazed directly at the teenager’s blonde-fringed pussy for a moment, and then pushed back her leather chair and rose to her feet. Sally-Anne gasped, for as the woman stood up, it became apparent that she had unbuttoned her A-line skirt all the way to the waist – and that underneath it she was wearing a strap-on dildo, the shaft of which was poking out horizontally for at least six inches through the open front vent of the skirt. Ms. Carrington stalked round the side of the desk, her skirt hanging open and the dildo shaft swaying menacingly with every step that she took. Sally-Anne was rooted to the spot, and could not drag her eyes away from the thick purple plastic spear. The chambermaid neither moved nor spoke as the manageress came to stand at her side, but her pulse-rate quickened and her nipples hardened, straining abrasively at the inside of her bra cups. Eyeing the teenager with sultry desire, the 39-year-old woman undid the waistband of her skirt and dropped it on a nearby chair, and then added her silk blouse to the pile. The hotel boss was revealed in magnificent sexual prowess, wearing black boots, black stockings held up by a traditional garter belt, over which the strap-on harness had been buckled, and a full-cup black bra that made two jutting cones of her 32D breasts. Sally-Anne felt weak at the knees at beholding such a striking vision of mature feminine sexuality – and of experienced girl-fucking lesbianism, she also realised. Ms. Carrington stood beside the slim blonde teenager, so close that the hard round tip of the dildo bumped against Sally-Anne’s bare hip, just below the point to which she had lifted up her uniform. The girl remained as still as a soldier being inspected, staring ahead, her tension shown only in a nervous flick of her tongue across dry lips. The manageress languidly lifted her right hand, and with one elegant scarlet fingernail she traced a line around the pretty babe’s ear and down the side of her neck to the base of her throat, sending an erotic shiver down Sally-Anne’s spine to the cleft of her buttocks. From only inches away, Ms. Carrington whispered in her employee’s ear, in a rich contralto that vibrated with desire: ‘I want you ... and I’m going to have you. You’re mine.’ It was a statement of fact, of an absolute certainty, and Sally-Anne knew the truth of it. As Ms. Carrington said this, her left hand reached forwards to cup the chambermaid’s cunt, gently squeezing its sweet young flesh, and pressing a middle finger into the parted slit. It was an unspoken assertion of ownership, commanding and complete. A shudder of surrender ran through the girl, and her reply was not even a whisper, more an exhalation of breath, so faint as to be just on the edge of audibility: ‘... yes ... oh ... yes ...’ ‘Bend over’, was all Ms. Carrington said in response, gesturing at the desk. Obediently, Sally-Anne folded over at the waist, placing her stomach and breasts flat on the smooth unblemished desktop, and shuffling her feet apart in order to spread her pussy open. She waited tensely as Ms. Carrington moved out of view, going to stand directly at Sally-Anne’s butt. Then the teenager gave a soft gasp of surprise, as she felt the unexpected but enticing touch of the manageress’s cool fingertips, first parting her labial folds and then slipping into her gash and teasing up and down on its inner lips. ‘Well, well, they did open you up nicely, didn’t they?’ observed Ms. Carrington with pleasure, as she slid her long index finger all the way into Sally-Anne’s pussy hole, making the young girl groan and sag a little more limply on the desktop, with her tender nipples squashed down against its unforgiving wooden surface. Then the pretty chambermaid gasped again, as she felt the nub of the plastic cock push between her labia. This time, her pussy gave no resistance, and the young blonde gave a mewling moan as the manageress sank the plastic shaft all of the way into her, up to its hilt, before withdrawing and then thrusting firmly inwards again. Ms. Carrington’s penetrations were measured and deliberate, and slowly built up into a more powerful effect. Each of her thrusts seemed to drive all of the air from Sally-Anne’s body, and the blonde teenager began to pant for breath, her mouth open and her eyes fixed ahead at the manageress’s empty chair, although in truth they were glazed and unseeing, as every fibre of her being became centred upon the jangling nerve-ends in her over-sensitised vagina. The chambermaid’s hands reached for the further side of her boss’s desk and took a vice-like grip on its edge, clinging as would a shipwrecked sailor to the last piece of floating driftwood. Ms. Carrington drove on remorselessly, arching her hips to impart greater impact to her impalements of the delectable schoolgirl’s proffered pussy. Sally-Anne’s legs began to spasm, her thigh muscles clenching convulsively; if the desk had not been supporting her body, she would have collapsed to the floor. The pretty chambermaid’s legs and arms thrashed on the desktop, and she sobbed and yowled as she was pinned in place by Ms. Carrington’s iron grasp at her waist, whilst the plastic pillar was slammed and shafted into her with ever-increasing pace and power. Perhaps it was being cunt-fucked by a fat ribbed dildo for the fourth time in her young life, all within the space of two hours, that overwhelmed her senses – or perhaps it was the skilful expertise and commanding authority of her elegant mature manager, who had a greater effect upon her libido even than the powerful but younger Ms. Milne – but whatever it was, Sally-Anne came in the longest, most explosive and mind-bending climax of them all. Swept away in orgasmic splendour, she quivered and shook, cunny-juice gushing from her vagina to trickle down her inner thighs, and saliva sprayed from her open mouth. Caught up in the vortex of lust, Sally-Anne squirmed and shuddered, and screamed words that she barely knew that she knew: ‘Ahh, yes, fuckit, fucking do me, oh! shit! yeah! harder, harder! fuck me – do me fucking more! More – fucking take me, do me, rape me – fucking rape me!!’ In response, Ms. Carrington raked her fingernails down Sally-Anne’s back to the curve of her ass, and simultaneously rolled her hips to corkscrew the dildo around inside the girl’s vaginal hole, sending a wave of electrifying aftershocks through the dazed and drained teenager. Unseen behind the chambermaid, Ms. Carrington wore a triumphant predatory smile. It was just as she had hoped and thought, and just as she had been advised: this cute and innocent-looking young blonde was ripe and ready for transformation into a sapphic slut, who would soon be willing to do anything that was desired by the authoritative older women to whom she was clearly attracted. Yes, thought Ms. Carrington with relish and anticipation, pretty little sixteen-year-old Sally-Anne was a prime prospect for being passed around the doms and dykes of the powerful and secret network of lesbian businesswomen of which she and Ms. Milne were founding members. Before long, the girl would be trained into that wonderful combination of being an insatiable submissive, from whom any sexual service could be demanded, or the acting out of any fantasy or role-play, and the little bitch would do it and take it, and then eagerly beg to be taken again and again. It only remained only to put the final pieces in place, and continue her lesbian education. Ms. Carrington withdrew the dildo from Sally-Anne’s vagina, unstrapped the harness and laid it on the desk a few inches from the girl’s face. Then the older woman bent forwards, pushed the girl’s thighs further apart with her hands, and licked along Sally-Anne’s pussy, lapping up the sweet nectar of her teenage juices, and enjoying the moaning ripples of pleasure that it sent through her. Having tasted the vintage of 1996 and found it good, the manageress returned to the chair behind her desk and sat down, spreading her legs apart and exposing her full mature Venus mound and the prominent pout of her fleshy pussy-lips. Through half-lidded eyes, Ms. Carrington looked at Sally-Anne, who was still sprawled across the desktop, trying to calm her breathing and recover control of her arm and leg muscles, and said in a sultry tone: ‘You know what to do, girl – so do it!’ Sally-Anne staggered to her feet, and tottered around the end of the desk. It was almost a relief to sink to her knees between Ms. Carrington’s spread legs, and to grip the woman’s thighs for support. Her boss reached forwards to undo the buttons of the top part of the chambermaid’s uniform, and then pulled the garment up over the girl’s head and cast it aside. Sally-Anne was now naked apart from her plain bra and the comfortable flat-soled shoes that she wore for working. Ms. Carrington cupped the teenager’s bra cups in her hands, admiring breasts which were comparatively full for a sixteen-year-old, and then she reached behind the motionless girl’s back to unsnap the bra and let it fall away from the young blonde’s chest. Again, Ms. Carrington reached for Sally-Anne’s mammaries, feeling their firmness and squeezing the nipples. Then, releasing the fleshy globes, she rested her hands on Sally-Anne’s shoulders. No more instruction or incentive was needed: as if by magnetism, the chambermaid’s mouth was drawn down to her boss’s cunt. Sally-Anne could hardly believe it – she was performing oral sex on the pussy of the third woman today, all of them older than her, and two of them certainly twice her age or more. Her feeling was one of amazement, but also of fascination and heady excitement, and she set to work on the manageress’s gash with eager energy. This time she was guided to the right spots, and taught the best way to use her tongue, teeth and fingers, in a winning combination that led to Ms. Carrington jerking down the bra cups that enclosed her own breasts, and demanding that Sally-Anne suck on them whilst finger-fucking her boss’s pussy – first with two fingers together, and then, at the mature lesbian’s urgent demand, with three. This the teenager did without hesitation, and delighted in the effects of her attentions, as Ms. Carrington’s back arched and she came with harsh grunting groan. Ms. Carrington released her hold on Sally-Anne’s shoulders, and the overwhelmed and exhausted girl sank back onto her haunches, still gazing at the woman’s glistening vulva. The manageress remained sprawled in her chair, her breasts exposed and her legs wide apart, as she gently teased the fingers of her right hand up and down the moist opening of her gash. After a few seconds, with her other hand she pulled open a drawer in her desk and brought out a box of tissues, which she handed to Sally-Anne, watching with a lazy smile as the teenager wiped her own pussy and then slipped on her bra and chambermaid’s uniform. ‘I’ve wanted you to eat my pussy and suck my tits, ever since you showed me your panties at the interview’, purred the manager, looking very like the cat who had got all of the cream. Sally-Anne looked startled, and Ms. Carrington chuckled, and continued: ‘Oh, you may well not have done it consciously, my sweet, but it was a telling signal – a confirmation, anyway. You were sitting there in a tight little mini-skirt – almost a micro-skirt – and the more that you looked at me – and my tits, I noticed – the more your knees parted, until I was given a lovely clear view of the crotch of your pink panties. That’s when I knew that you’re a pussy-girl.’ Sally-Anne blushed, remembering now that on that day – could it have been only six days ago? – on that hot summer day, she had deliberately put on her shortest skirt – she had known her interview was with a woman, so had her subconscious mind then trailed her cunt in such an obvious way? It seemed perhaps that was so! – but Sally-Anne now felt only thanks and relief in response, and she gave a moment’s silent prayer of thanks to the patronage of her mythical fairy godmother, or rather, ‘lezzie godmother’ would be more appropriate! ‘Now, about your weekend duties’, said Ms. Carrington, adopting a brisker and more businesslike tone, though her hand continued to play with her own pussy. Sally-Anne was surprised by this turn in the conversation, for she had understood that her only weekend obligation was a shorter shift on Saturday morning, finishing at 1.00 p.m. rather than her usual time of 3.00 p.m. However, her boss explained that Ms. Milne and her PA were checking out on Saturday, and that the usual rules about the time of vacating a room did not apply in their case. ‘They can leave when they like – I never book anyone incoming into their rooms on their day of departure – it’s an easy consideration for such special regular guests. So, I want you to go to Ms. Milne’s room at the end of your usual shift, and see if you can give any ... assistance. You’ll be paid for the extra time, of course, and you can tell your family or friends that you are doing extra hours because we are busy. Don’t make any plans to see anyone until at least five o’clock, as I expect you will be ... tied up ... for quite some time’, concluded Ms. Carrington, looking meaningfully at her young employee. Sally-Anne understand at once, with a flutter of nervous excitement in her stomach – to be put in bondage by Ms. Milne and Debbie, and then used however they desired for several hours was an incredible prospect, and the combination of constraint and coercion that it offered had a thrilling effect on the submissively-oriented sixteen-year-old. She lifted her eyes to gaze frankly at her stunningly sexy superior, and replied: ‘Oh, yes – of course, Ms. Carrington, I will try my best to give them ... every satisfaction’. The manageress bestowed a pleased smile upon her youthful lesbian protege. Yes, she thought to herself, this little hottie will go far ... and cum far, far and often and very very wide indeed! ‘Well, I might just call in at some point, and check on how you are ... serving ... our clients’, said the manageress with a hungry smile. Sally-Anne was nearly bowled over by this announcement: to be taken simultaneously by both Ms. Milne and Ms. Carrington, two such superbly sensual mature dommes, was beyond her wildest subconscious dreams. For a second, her mind’s eye envisaged herself bound spread-eagled to a bed, with Ms. Milne squatting down on her face for cunt-eating, and Ms. Carrington mercilessly fucking her vagina with a strap-on. The teenager’s pussy went warm and wetly open, and she involuntarily clutched herself between the legs and gave a deep groan. However, her boss was not finished with instructions: ‘Now, on Sunday, of course, you don’t work here at the hotel – but a strong fit young girl like you doesn’t need a day of rest! So, you are to go to Ms. Gilmour’s house – I’ll give you the address – for two o’clock in the afternoon – she says that she has a great deal to teach you. Wear your prettiest dress, and some more grown-up lingerie – I think you can get some now, can’t you?’ asked the manageress, one eyebrow raised in amused interrogation. Sally-Anne blinked and nodded – was there anything these amazing and authoritative adult women did not know? Of course not, she chided herself: they knew everything about you – indeed, more than you knew yourself, as had been vividly demonstrated this morning. She was a mere girl, hardly more than a virgin – she resolved that she would put herself unreservedly in their capable hands. Clearly there were no secrets between Ms. Milne and Ms. Carrington! And nor, she realised, were there any between her geography teacher and the hotel manageress. Now, at last, she understood the completion of the circle – that her admired teacher had seen or sensed her budding lesbianism, and had recommended her to Ms. Carrington, not so much for work as for sex, for initiation – and, in turn, the manageress had told Ms. Milne that here was pussy to be taken, indeed, needing to be taken. A vista opened up before the pretty blonde teenager, of being the submissive sexual plaything of a whole range of dominant mature lesbians, powerful elegant assertive women who would use her as they pleased. It was stunningly enthralling, and Sally-Anne had to close her eyes and take a deep breath in order not to faint from excitement. She had entered the hotel that morning an ignorant and naive girl, and she would be leaving it an experienced young lesbian woman. Although she had been taken unexpectedly and by force, and it had been frightening and painful at the start, she had no complaint now. It had been a revelation, a lifting of the veil from her eyes, and the sooner it had happened the better – for a wonderful future of lesbian lust now lay before her: flattering, thrilling and fulfilling her deepest hidden desires of sapphic submission. Unbidden, Sally-Anne knelt down once more, and placed a series of reverent kisses on Ms. Carrington’s breasts and down the length of her pussy, before leaving her new mistress’s office with a wave and a cheery smile. She hurried up to one of the unoccupied bedrooms and took a quick shower, so that there would be no sign or smell of her lesbian marathon when she got home. After drying off – rather carefully around her still tender and sensitive pussy – the teenager changed into her own clothes, and left the crumpled and sweaty maid’s uniform in the hotel laundry. She set out for the shopping centre of the town, eager to have as long as possible in which to select and try on her new lingerie – ready for Ms. Milne and Debbie to enjoy removing tomorrow, and still more for her perceptive wonderful handsome – and lesbian! – schoolteacher to undress on Sunday A further thought occurred to Sally-Anne, as she trotted along in the warm summer sunshine, whistling happily. Maybe when her parents were next away over-night, she could arrange for her best friend Eleanor to stay for a sleepover – and, maybe she could say to Eleanor that she hadn’t been able to get that lesbian porn DVD out of her mind, and would be fascinated to see it again. She had a very strong instinct that this might lead to some interesting developments with her cute-as-a-bunny brunette best friend. Yes, mused the newly-fledged teenage lesbian – oh, yes, some very interesting developments indeed! If you enjoyed this, you might like my stories ‘Hotel Maid Learns The Ropes’ and ‘School-Teacher Lesbian Rape’ (although that one is more violent), and two others that I have nearly finished and expect to be posting soon: the first is called ‘Black Student Lesbian Rape’ (coming in a few days), and the second is ‘Cheerleader Exchange Student Japanese Lesbian Gang Rape’ (ready early in January 2013). To find these, and all of my other all-girl lesbian stories, follow the author link at the top of this story.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2010 My name is Selina, and I am a pupil at Hirstmere Hall, an expensive boarding school for girls, located in the rolling green countryside of southern England. I have just turned sixteen years old, and all my friends say I am as pretty as a doll. I have thick dark curly hair which falls to my shoulders, deep large brown eyes in a heart-shaped face, a clear pale complexion and pink rosebud lips. I am also quite petite – only five foot three inches tall, with a narrow waist and a slender body – well, slender in most places, because my chest has already developed quite a lot, more than nearly all the other girls in my class. With my height and build, my tits are even more noticeable than is warranted by their actual size (28C), and I get quite a lot of interested looks. Oh – you think I mean when I’m out and about, right? No, no – I mean here, at this isolated boarding school for girls aged 13 to 18, and with its female-only teaching and support staff. Some of these looks are from other girls in my own class, some are from older pupils – even Sixth Formers and prefects – and, just recently, I have noticed some from a few of my teachers as well! I am quite inexperienced, but I know enough to know what these looks mean, and what would follow if I chose to encourage and respond to them. As it is, I tend to maybe preen and flounce a little more when I get these signals – I can’t help it, they just give me a kind of electric buzz all over. I am not completely naive, and I’m not still a virgin. Last summer, Jane, my best-friend here at school, came to stay at my house for a couple of weeks; we like to cuddle a bit anyway, and had begun masturbating each other – so much more fun than doing it for yourself! However, in her enthusiasm, Jane pushed her fingers into me a bit too far and firm, and broke my hymen (it didn’t hurt really, and so, at her request, I promptly performed the same service for her). Anyway, up to now Jane is the only person with whom I have had any sexual experience, and that was really quite limited. My favourite subject is art, probably because I am really quite good at it – I have always been able to draw and paint well, and the tuition is giving me more skill and understanding in matters like composition, the use of a palette of colours, and so on. The art teacher for my class this year is Miss Reeve, and I really like her. I guess she is a little over thirty, though it’s hard to tell; she is a redhead, with a lovely mane of orange hair, and has quite a curvy figure – I think she must work out in the gym, for, as far as one can tell under her smart skirt-and-jacket suits, her stomach is flat and her shapely butt and legs are completely free of any flab. About half of the teaching staff live in accommodation on the school premises; this is partly because they have duties in overseeing the pupils outside the classroom hours, on evenings and weekends, and partly for the convenience and the cheapness of it. They are all single, of course, and mostly under forty years old, and their number includes Miss Reeve – I quite often see her strolling around the grounds on a pleasant evening, with one of the other teachers for company; Miss Champney, one of the science teachers, seems to be a particular friend. Miss Reeve has been complimenting my art work for some time, and helping me to improve it. Sometimes, when she stands close behind me and takes hold of my hand, guiding my pencil or paintbrush to show me the effect that she means, I feel quite nervous and flustered, and then when she glances at me with a knowing sort of smile, I blush and feel kind of twitchy. Jane said a week or two ago, as we lay on her bed in the two-person room which we share (the school tries to put friends together as room-mates if possible), that she thinks Miss Reeve fancies me, but I was doubtful. At the time I wasn’t really taking in what Jane was saying; we had discarded our panties and pulled our uniform skirts up around our waists, and our fingers were gently massaging up and down the length of each other’s parting and moist pussy lips. One reason for my dismissing the notion was that there is a kind of unwritten rule at the school that the teachers don’t get involved with girls who are under seventeen years old, although we pupils are pretty much free to do what we want with each other, as long as no one is coerced and it is kept discretely out of sight – it is a very relaxed and liberal regime here in that respect, although they are very strict against any drugs or alcohol. The system seems to work and, not surprisingly, most of the girls go down the avenue which is left open to them (hmm, I wonder if this is deliberate?), and get their kicks from intimacy with each other rather than from harmful substances. Last week, Miss Reeve offered to give me some special tuition out of the normal classroom hours, on Tuesday and Thursday evenings; she said that she always had preparation work to do in the art studio for at least an hour after dinner (which is from 6.00 to 7.00 p.m.), and it wouldn’t be any bother at all – I could spend more time on my pictures, and get up to a higher standard. I was ever so keen and grateful, eagerly accepting her offer and thanking her profusely; I love sketching and painting, and it honestly never crossed my mind that she had an ulterior purpose. However, when I went there for the second session, yesterday evening, I discovered that she certainly did! It took me the first ten minutes to complete the crayon sketch I had begun, under her guidance, in the first of these private extra sessions. It was a still life of a vase with some flowers, and when I was done Miss Reeve came over to look at it. She made a number of useful points but in general was complimentary, and she concluded by giving me an appraising look and declaring that she thought I had a lot of potential, which made me glow with pleasure. ‘Well, Selina, I think you are ready to try something new – something a little more advanced’, said Miss Reeve. I was flattered and intrigued, and asked what she meant. Her reply was that the greater challenge was to draw something that was alive, and the human body most of all – getting the shape and musculature to look convincing was the real test of an artist. ‘You really need to draw a nude, Selina – it’s the best practice there is.’ I gaped at her – I know my mouth was hanging open in surprise – and for a moment I wondered if she was joking, but she was looking at me quite seriously, as if such a thing was perfectly normal. Well, perhaps it was, I thought, remembering how so many of the great artists had sketched and painted nude figures. However, there seemed to be a flaw in her proposal, and I pointed out that we didn’t have a model for me to draw. Miss Reeve looked at me again, hesitated just fractionally, and then with a bright smile explained that well, yes we did, this was one way she could help me – she would be my model! I was thunderstruck, never having envisaged such a thing, and I felt a strange hollow feeling in my stomach and a peculiar heaviness in my pelvis. I felt a little relieved when Miss Reeve went on to say that it wouldn’t be a full nude, of course, but that I would draw her from the waist up – this would give plenty of difficult angles and curves for me to try and capture. As I stood rooted to the spot, my teacher walked to the door and locked it from the inside. Turning back to me and smiling, she said that we must not have any interruptions – someone might not understand that it was art. I nodded, still mute with surprise, and then watched dry-mouthed as she casually slipped off her soft purple cashmere cardigan and the pale lilac silk blouse underneath which complemented it so tastefully, hanging both on the back of her chair. I was dumbstruck and saucer-eyed as she faced me again, wearing her smart and tight black knee-length pencil skirt and the black boots which came up almost to meet it, but above that only a quite skimpy black demi-cup balcony bra, which pushed up her quite large well-rounded breasts. Miss Reeve cleared the few things on her desk away to another table, and then she called me over. Turning her back, she casually asked me to unhook the bra for her – with unaccountable nervousness, it took my fumbling fingers three attempts to release it, and every time my fingertips touched the warm bare flesh of her back it was like getting an electric jolt. Finally, the bra fell away – I was left holding the thin gauzy fabric, still warm from her body, as she turned round, shaking her head to settle her flowing locks of bright ginger hair – and, in the process, making her full breasts bounce and jiggle in a disturbingly eye-catching way. Just for somewhere else to look, I glance down at her bra, and saw with interest that she took a size 32D; certainly, hers was the figure of a mature woman, her breasts being at least four sizes larger than my developing ones. Miss Reeve sat on her desk, crossing her legs – her black skirt and boots making a striking contrast with the soft pink of her naked flesh. Then she put her hands out behind her to brace herself in the pose, which had the consequence of thrusting her breasts upwards and outwards to give me a three-quarter profile viewpoint. She had instructed me to ignore her face, and to concentrate on drawing her body from her skirt waistband up to her shoulders and base of the neck. Of course, by far the most prominent part of this was her breasts, and so my eyes were constantly upon them, drawn back again and again as I tried to capture their confident jut, their womanly fullness, and a sense of their firm softness. After twenty minutes of quiet work, during which the room seemed to be getting warmer, Miss Reeve called me to bring my sketch over to the desk, where she inspected my progress. ‘Hmm, yes, Selina – not bad, not bad at all, especially for a first effort’, was her encouraging verdict. She explained how to shade in the area around the base of the neck and shoulders to suggest both the delicacy and yet the strength of the bones beneath. Then, tracing her finger over where I had drawn the outline of her breasts, she shook her head a little. ‘I don’t think you are getting the breasts quite right, Selina. Well, to draw something, you need to understand it, to really know it – that’s why drawing something from photographs, rather than life, never works as well. Here,’ she continued, ‘feel the texture – really feel it!’ To my amazement, she took my nerveless right hand and placed it on her breast, covering the nipple – which to my shock was incredibly hard and firm. From a distance of only a few inches, she looked me directly in the eyes, unflinchingly and challengingly: ‘Go on, Selina, get to know what you are drawing,’ she said softly, but it was dawning upon me that I was scheduled to be learning something much more here as well. Hesitantly, conscious of the warmth of her body and the smooth texture of her skin, I moved my hand around her breast, and I made no murmur of resistance as she took my left hand and placed it on her other breast. I traced my fingers around her aureoles, admiring the stiff pinkness of her extended nipples, and then cupped the heavy soft weight of her breasts in my hands. ‘Good ... that’s very good, Selina, you’re getting the idea.’ Well, yes, I was ... and it was making me quite hot and bothered down between my legs, warm and sweaty and moist, and my own nipples were stiffening as the palms of my hands rubbed once again across my teacher’s tits. Then, she took things a stage further. ‘To capture the essence of something you must open up all your senses, Selina; not just sight, and even not just touch as well – you need to taste it, to smell it!’ Miss Reeve reached gently behind my head, and drew my face down towards the breasts that were filling my hands. She guided my mouth to the nipple of her right breast, and it just seemed the most natural thing in the world for my lips to part, her pink tit sliding right between my dry lips, and for my tongue to seek it, licking around and across it. Instinctively, I began to suck and nibble as well, and was rewarded for my efforts by the groan of pleasure that she gave, her back arching. Her legs uncrossed and spread apart, and I saw from the corner of my eye that this had made the pencil skirt ride up to half-way along her thighs. As my licking and sucking became more confident, my surprise evaporating and a new-found enthusiasm taking its place, Miss Reeve gently stroked my hair and murmured sweet encouragements. Then, she played the final card in her accomplished lesbian seduction – she slipped her right hand under my skirt, hoisting it upwards as her fingers found their target – my crotch, my Venus mound. I gave a kind of startled squeal when I felt her first intrusion into my most private, most intimate place, and then my hesitations evaporated – I felt a liberating sensation of pure pleasure, and knew that this was what I wanted, what turned me on. ‘Ooooh, Miss – aahh, that feels so good, please do it more, touch me more!’ I begged, and a wide smile spread across my lesbian tutor’s attractive features. She drew my head up from her tits with her left hand, and kissed me firmly and passionately – a real sexual kiss, a kiss of desire, a kiss that said clear as words ‘I’m gonna fuck you’. All through this, she kept her right hand stroking the crotch of my panties, and then with a nimble twist of the fingers she slipped them around and inside the gusset, and for the first time I felt the incredible pleasure of the penetrating fingertips of an experienced and confident lesbian woman. Miss Reeve jerked my panties several inches down off my hips, so that they hung across between my legs, halfway up my thighs. Her fingers pressed on the flesh on both sides of my Venus mound, and squeezed my puffy pussy lips together. I moaned as a wave of sexual desire washed through me, and almost without thinking I responded by shoving my right hand up the dark opening of Miss Reeve’s skirt, questing for her cunt. What I found was a surprise which at first stopped me in my tracks, and made me realise that all this had been carefully planned. My delving hand did not, as I had anticipate, meet the gauzy fabric of the panties matching her bra – instead, I found her naked pussy flesh, warm and giving and inviting. Miss Reeve shifted position slightly, and then told me to unbutton and unzip her skirt – it had concealed fastening on her hip. When I had done so, she lifted her ass of the desk for a moment, and without being told I swiftly pulled the skirt down her legs, and dropped it on a chair behind me. Now Miss Reeve was completely naked apart from the black boots – their presence making the effect even more enticing, the sole element of clothing highlighting the absence of everything else. She slid off the desk to stand with her buttocks resting against its rim, her feet spread quite wide apart. Then she took my head and, with a gentle pressure on my shoulders which clearly communicated that I should kneel or settle on my haunches, she drew my face towards her cunt. I was amazed – never had I thought that I would be doing this, never mind enjoying it so much! It spoke to something inside my psyche, released something in me which I had suppressed even whilst enjoying the friendly cuddles with Jane, and suddenly I was consumed by a raging molten lava of lesbian desire which surged irresistibly through me and erupted from my drenched vagina. I began avidly to lick and munch on her pussy, and my art teacher’s breathing turned to rasping pants and gulps of air, in between which she exhorted me go deeper, to work on her harder. Then she began to use dirty words, increasingly incoherently, as her shoulders shook and her ripe breasts swayed above my head. ‘Fuck, oooh, fuckit, Selina, yes – go for it, yes, do me like that – you little hot bitch, eat my cunt, eat me out! ... aaaah, yes, yes, Selina, more, shit! ooooh! ... fuck, make me come, make me really come, you sexy cunt, aaaaaaaah, yes – I’m coming, yes!! YES!!!’ Her sobs and shrieks became a crescendo, her whole body vibrated and trembled, and then soft warm spicy juices splashed onto my tongue and across my cheeks. As she subsided, I brought my head up for air, sticky but exultant – had I just made a grown woman come, had I just eaten out the cunt of my own teacher? Well, yes, it was clear that I had! I felt the blood hammering through my veins, was conscious of the sweat on my back and breasts, and most of all was aware of the unfulfilled burning desire down between my legs. I swiftly undid my uniform skirt and let it drop, following it with the panties that were already at half-mast, and kicking both aside. Before I had the chance to unbutton my shirt – I think I was so impatient that I would have just torn it off, letting the buttons fly in all directions – Miss Reeve drew me back into her arms for a loving kiss, and then she took over. She undid my school tie and her fingers flew down the front of my shirt, nimbly opening every button and then slipping it backwards off my shoulders. My teacher reached round behind my back to unsnap my plain white cotton bra, and it was allowed to fall onto the pile of my discarded clothes. All I was left with – matching my teacher, which I liked, was my school shoes and my knee-high white socks. Miss Reeve slipped her hand between my legs again, and teased her fingertips along my labia, sliding just a centimetre so into my vagina. I sensed her caution and reluctance, and asked her what the problem was. Her reply was that I was still a virgin, and she needed to take care not to break that. I felt suddenly very grown up, and told her not to worry – I wasn’t a virgin, though I had very little experience of being penetrated. ‘Ah’, breathed Miss Reeve in understanding, smiling at me; ‘young Jane, was it? – you make such a nice pair together, and anyone can see that she’s really sweet on you ... I do hope she isn’t going to get jealous about this.’ My head was in a whirl from her casual comment – did Jane actually fancy me that way, and our fumblings weren’t just friendly comfort and experimentation, but the sexual relations of lovers ... of lesbian lovers? I tasted that thought experimentally, and was amazed to find that not only was it not alarming, but that it was pulsatingly exciting. ‘No, she won’t be’, I said, ‘she’s already guessed that you wanted me.’ Then I continued, with a new decisiveness: ‘anyway, I’m assuming this is going to happen every Tuesday and Thursday evening’ - Miss Reeve gave a smiling confirmatory nod – ‘so she’ll have to accept it, because I’m not giving this up, and I’m not giving her up either!’ I’m not normally so assertive, or at least I never used to be, but this I knew with total confidence – I wanted my friend to be my girlfriend, but I also wanted all the fucking I could get from this stunning and experienced mature lesbian. ‘Well now’, said Miss Reeve, ‘if you’re not a virgin, then I know just the thing for you, my girl!’ She went to a locked store cupboard – in class, we had often wondered what it contained, as it was never opened. The answer seemed at first disappointing – there was paper, pens and paint brushes, though I realised they were of high quality and must be Miss Reeve’s own items. Then she opened a small drawer, from which she withdrew an oblong tin box, rather like a cash box. Once this was unlocked, I saw its contents and gasped – just because I had never seen one before didn’t stop instant recognition, for it was obviously a strap-on dildo. Miss Reeve brought it over in her hand, and then she gently pushed me to where she had previously stood, my ass pressed against the rim of the desk, my legs about two feet apart. Holding the intimidatingly long – and wide, my God! can one take something that thick? – plastic phallus by its base, she pressed its bulbous knob against my pussy and rubbed it quite firmly up and down my cleft. I shuddered, a thread of fear running through my churning desire, heightening it to an all-consuming flame. I could tell how intensely Miss Reeve wanted to give me this, wanted to spear it into me, impale me on its shiny plastic length. Her eyes glittered, her cheeks were flushed and her features had a rigid edge, as she rubbed it against me with greater insistence. She leaned close, her breasts compressing against mine, her hard nipples pressing into my soft girl-flesh, and her hot breath was in my ears as she whispered in a throaty rasp: ‘Do you want this? Do you want it, babe? Tell me you want it – tell me, and I’ll take you, I’ll have you – you’re mine, and I want you, so take it, take it all for me!’ I babbled my consent – more than that, my desperate eagerness: ‘Oh Christ, Miss Reeve, yes – take me, fuck me, please, just ram it into to me ... oh God, yes, split me open, fuck me, please, please! – any way you want me, just do it, just do me ... please, now!’ Her delight at the way I had been transformed into a total wanton lesbian slut was apparent, and she kissed me hungrily whilst one hand groped for and mashed my breast, so firmly that there were finger-shaped bruises for the next day or so (Jane admired them and kissed and licked them better, but I had to be careful to conceal them when changing for gym class). Her other hand pushed the dildo an inch or so into me, making me gasp at the width of the intrusion. Miss Reeve broke away and took a step back, and then stepped into the harness of the strap-on and tightened its buckles. I felt another tinge of apprehension as its full size was revealed, sticking out from her crotch horizontally like a pink plastic battering ram. However, the art teacher looked incredibly sexy, masterful and mature, with her black boots and the black leather codpiece on which the dildo was mounted, and at the prospect of what I was about to receive I felt my knees go rubbery and fluids seep from my cunt down my inner thighs. At first, Miss Reeve left me in position facing her, so that I could see everything. She sat me on the desk with my legs spread open, and she brought the tip of the dildo to brush against my distended labia. Then, taking a firm grip on my hips, she pressed it inwards, not so much forcefully as with a firm and confident pressure. My vaginal tube opened up for her, stretching to a capacity I never dreamed that I had, although I felt incredibly filled and stretched in the process – and so entered, so fucking penetrated, that all the breath was driven from my lungs and I just gasped. Actually, she had only gone in maybe three inches, and she flexed her hips to pull the shaft most of the way back – but not right out – and then stroked it in again with the same calm assurance. My eyes nearly bugged out as I saw it sink in further, at least another inch, and even more when the next insertion entered me further still. She adopted a steady rhythm, and then began to speed it up – in response, my legs arched further apart and my pussy stretched wider, until unbelievably the whole length of the thing (I thought it was vast, but it was probably only seven inches) went into me with every thrust, the faceplate of the dildo mounting pressing right up against my labial lips. Miss Reeve continued like this for a dozen or so deep thrusts, carefully watching my face to gauge my reactions. She cupped my breasts in both of her hands and squeezed my nipples, making me get even looser and wetter – so, I remember thinking in a euphoric daze, these things are wired up to each other after all! Then my teacher pulled the plastic cock all the way out of my pussy, but before I could protest she gestured me to turn round – and suddenly I knew, with a rush of lust, what was next. She braced me on the desk – I gripped the further edge with my hands, and rested my forehead on the wood, which allowed me an amazing view backwards, through the gap between my hanging and swinging breasts, down my stomach to my mound, where I saw her reinsert the dildo. My legs were now spread wider apart, and she took a firm grip around my waist and began to drill the fake cock in and out of me, rapidly reaching a much faster and harder tempo than when I had been facing her. I began to gasp for breath as the angle of her penetrations made the ridges of the dildo rasp over my clitoris, driving me nearly insane with desire. I don’t know what I was saying, in broken cries and shrieks, foul language that would never otherwise cross my lips mingled with desperate beseechings to be fucked even harder, even deeper. Suddenly, one of her hands left my hips and seized my hair, jerking my head upwards and backwards, arching my spine and lifting my chest off the desk. Her thrusts became even firmer, and her other hand reached round to grab one of my wildly jiggling breasts and maul at it (it was the same one that had been mashed before, so it was tender and receptive – I think most of the bruises that appeared later were actually from this final frenzied fucking. Miss Reeve was slamming the dildo into me so hard that I was almost being lifted off my feet by its impact, and I gave a hoarse scream as I climaxed – my thighs trembled, my hips bucked frantically back against her pile-driving impalement, sweat poured down to pool in the small of my back, my nipples felt like they were on fire, and my whole body shook from top to toes in an explosive orgasm – my first real one, my first true fucking by a woman. I slumped down on the desk, my stomach slicked with sweat, floundering and gasping for air like a landed fish. With real tenderness, Miss Reeve stroked and massaged my back – I shall always remember her loving gentleness in that moment of extraordinary calm after the passing of the raging storm. She traced her fingers down my spine, and rubbed in gentle circles around the small of my back, even as she moved her hips and gently slid the length of the dildo out of my battered but electrified vagina. Leaning forwards, she kissed the back of my neck, then each shoulder blade, and then down my back, as I luxuriated in her tender care and the knowledge that I was truly now a woman – not a girl who had semi-accidentally lost her hymen and then done some fooling around with an equally inexperienced friend, but a female who had the knowledge of what it was to be totally filled, ridden hard and shafted deep, and fucked to climax. I lay there blissfully for a few moments, aware that Miss Reeve had removed the strap-on, wiping it with a damp cloth and drying it before restoring it to its box and cupboard. In the process, I savoured the sight of her moving around the art room, wearing only her black boots – I admired the full jut of her ripe breasts, the lithe ripple of her ass as she moved, and I knew that she knew I was looking at her body with desire, the lust of a lover who is already beginning to count the minutes until next time. She smiled back at me, enjoying in her turn the delectable prospect of naked teenage girldom that I presented, with my legs still spread open and my butt up in the air. I realised that it was an incredible compliment, that she had found me so attractive, so sexually desirable, that she had needed to take me for herself now, and before any other teacher grabbed me first. I was so pleased and thrilled, and resolved to myself to be worthy of both her trust and her lust – to give her my body whenever she wanted it, with passion and energy and, yes, with love. Miss Reeve handed me a towel and I dried off my sweat, enough at least to be able to put my underwear and my school uniform back on for long enough to walk through the halls and corridors back to the landing where the rooms for the girls in my year were located, and then to head straight for the showers! I would tell Jane all about it, of course, under oath of secrecy; I knew I could trust her, and anyway had formed instant plans to take my relationship with her much further into definitely sexual territory – I would tell her about it after lights-out time, in bed together, naked and with our legs entwined and pussies rubbing against each other, and I would stick my fingers deep inside her as I did so, matching my account of Miss Reeve’s dildo penetrations with a finger-fucking of my roommate’s pussy and clit at the same time. Before I left the art studio, Miss Reeve and I kissed again, and once more she slipped her hand underneath my skirt, giving my mound a caress and a possessive squeeze. As my lips parted in a little moan from the pleasure induced by my teacher’s touch, she kissed my neck and then said, her eyes dancing with merry delight: ‘Oh, yes, Selina – you have definitely got potential!’ If you enjoyed this, check out my other stories ... you might like them too ... 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copyright: Lesley Tara, 2009 The senior prom was only two weeks’ away, and I needed a ball gown. I didn’t have anything of that sort, as I had never expected to be invited. I wasn’t a senior, but was in the year below – in fact, at the time, I was not quite seventeen. However, one of the graduating class, a nice enough but rather nerdy boy called Brad, had asked me to go with him. It was a surprise; I didn’t know him very well at all. Perhaps he couldn’t find anyone in his own year – or it might have been because I was one of the best-looking girls in the year below, and not mean or catty to the less popular guys like some of the others were. I accepted, whilst making it clear that things might go as far as some nice kissing, but definitely no further. So now I needed an evening dress, something cool and sexy to put me on a par with the senior girls, but not slutty. I had a couple of hundred dollars put by which I decided to use, and my Mom – with a nostalgic look in her eyes – gave me two hundred more ‘to get something special’. I got some good advice from my cousin, Sammy-Jayne, a very attractive young woman of 22 with whom I had been close friends all my life, despite the five years’ age gap; in fact, I have always had a bit of a crush on her. She said I should avoid the chain stores and the obvious ‘teen’ shops, and go for something more distinctive and with more class. She recommended a small independent dressmaker’s called ‘Clarissa’, which she said smart professional women in their 20s and 30s went to, but which had very affordable prices. It was in a small parade of shops in a quiet nearby neighbourhood, so I decided to begin my search there. I had some free study time the next day, and slipped out of school to start my search. It was about noon when I arrived at the shop, and went inside. It was larger than it had seemed from the small street frontage, stretching back some way. It was pleasantly lit and had pale beech flooring and wall panelling. The shop seemed quiet, with just two women browsing and a smartly-dressed woman seated behind an antique-style desk. She looked to be in her early 30s, with thick curly dark hair that tumbled to her shoulders and dark brown eyes. I could tell she had a good figure, as the cleavage of a shapely bust was visible through the open neck of her red-and-blue striped shirt, the top three buttons of which were open. She wore a little jewellery, which like her clothes spoke of taste and quality. There were medium-sized hoop earrings, a gold chain around her neck with a pendant of dark stone hanging from it, just at the start of her cleavage and drawing the eye to it, and some dark red bangles on her wrists. She was wearing a blue jacket and a matching skirt which tapered to her knees, with a slit vent at the rear, and below this was visible some blue tights or stockings, and a pair of open-toe shoes with a medium heel. Her waist was neat and below it the flare of her hips was emphasised by the tight cut of the skirt, as were the prominence of her breasts above, helped by the support of an underwired bra. I saw all this because when I came in, she rose and in a friendly way shook my hand, introduced herself as Clarissa, the owner of the store, and asked if she could help. I explained my mission, and she smiled and directed me to the racks of evening dresses and ball gowns. ‘I have quite a lot in that line, actually’, she said; ‘have a look and take your time, pick out some and try them on for size.’ There certainly were some lovely dresses, ranging from austere ones with beautiful cuts and lines, to revealing confections of light satin which were out of my league for confidence even more than their cost; as always with clothes, the less there was of it, the more expensive its price tag! But Sammy-Jayne had been right, there were plenty within my budget to consider, and several I definitely liked – in the end, there were three front-runners, and I couldn’t decide between them. The other customers had left by now, and it was coming up to twelve thirty when Clarissa approached me again. She explained that because she was the only person there, she normally closed the shop for lunch between 12.30 and 1.30, but she didn’t want me to be rushed. She said that she usually stayed in the shop anyway during this period, catching up with paperwork, and it would be no problem if I wanted to keep looking or to try things on, indeed perhaps she could help me – but she would need to lock the front door so that more customers did not come in, as long as I did not mind that. Of course, I said that was fine, and thanked her for letting me stay in. Clarissa locked the shop door, turned the sign round to show ‘Closed’ to the outside world, and pulled down the blind. Then she walked back to the rack that I had been going through, and looked at my choices. She regarded me appraisingly, and said she thought two of them might suit me very well, but picked out another couple of gowns – from those with the more daring cuts – instead of my third choice. ‘You are a very pretty girl’, she said, ‘and I think you have the poise and figure to carry these off – in fact, you would be quite stunning in them.’ Well, I did have a fairly full figure for not-quite-seventeen, with breasts and buttocks that were well-rounded and not an ounce of excess weight anywhere on my body. My tits and ass looked larger than they were because I had a small waist and because I liked to wear tight-fitting jeans and tops. I’m not a natural blonde, but my hairdresser layers it and dyes my hair so that it looks mainly blonde with darker hints underneath. I have a smooth complexion, large expressive eyes and a small mouth. When I stand in front of the mirror, whether in clothes, just underwear or nude, I know I look pretty hot. ‘Let’s try these on,’ said Clarissa. I started to move towards the changing room at the back of the store, but she pointed out that with the shop closed there was no need – that there was more room in the middle to pace about and some larger mirrors. It was true that with the blind over the door, no one could see in from the street, and so I kicked off my trainers, slipped out of my jeans, and shrugged off my plain white T-shirt. Clarissa held the dresses against my front, and we looked at them in the mirror. I could see what she meant about the two she had picked out – they would be eye-catching, but also stylish and distinctive. I decided to try one of them first and reached for it, only to be stopped by Clarissa’s restraining hand. ‘You’ll need to try it without the bra’, she pointed out, and – given its plunging shape, open in a deep slash to the navel at the front and to the base of the spine at the back – of course, I would. I felt a bit self-conscious and hesitated for a second, but she said softly ‘let me help you’, and as if half-hypnotised I turned my back towards her. I felt the light cool touch of her fingers unhooking the bra, and it slid down off my breasts as she removed it, letting them swing free. Her fingertips rested on my shoulders, and then gently traced their way down my back, meeting just above the cleft of my buttocks and my small pair of pink panties. ‘You have a lovely back’, she said, ‘these backless dresses are just right for you, especially the ones that will emphasise this.’ At the word ‘this’, one of her hands slipped lower, caressing and gently squeezing my right buttock. Her touch was so sensuous that I felt my body responding to it, aroused by our closeness and her intimate contact. My nipples stiffened and became erect, and I felt warm and soft between the legs. Clarissa lifted the ball gown over my head, and its light glossy fabric slid down my body, its rustling passage across my breasts and ass turning me on even more. Clarissa stepped aside, and I did some twirls and admired myself in the mirrors. It was in a cool electric blue that suited my hair, and certainly did look amazing. There was almost nothing of it above the waist, but it didn’t feel like I was flashing acres of flesh; from the hips it draped in folds that swirled sexily when I moved, allowing most of my legs to be visible now and then in tantalising glimpses. I was excited as I stepped around in it, trying a few dance moves, and I must have positively glowed with youthful charm and eagerness. Clarissa laughed and clapped her hands, and with a smile I gave her a deep curtsey, without realising (at least, not consciously) that in so doing I afforded her a wonderful view of my curvy breasts and deep cleavage. She suggested that I try the other one for comparison, and we swiftly changed them over. This evening dress was in emerald green with black trimmings, and whilst it covered more of my stomach and chest (whilst being almost totally backless), it somehow seemed even sexier than the other one in its cut and style. Clarissa stood next to me as I admired it in the mirror, and nodded her head. ‘Yes, I think that’s the one’, she agreed, ‘it suits your shape so well. Look how well it sits here ...’ her fingers brushed across my stomach, smoothing the thin fabric to my body – so light was the material, that it seemed she was stroking my naked flesh, and I drew an involuntary breath at the sensations it caused ‘and here’ her hand moved up to cup my breast, gently squeezing it and tracing her finger around the very visible nipple – I gave a kind of sigh, and my head went back, my shoulders up, thrusting my tits out for her use ‘and here’ her other hand encircled my other breast, taking the nipple between thumb and forefinger as I gasped in arousal and felt my panties soaking between my legs – there was no longer any pretence that her attentions were anything other than the sexual seduction of an inexperienced girl by a confident mature woman ‘and here’ the words were breathed in my ear as she moved closer still, and one hand slipped away from the breast it had been playing with to slide across my ass, running the thumb down between my buttocks, pressing the sheer fabric into my ass cleft ‘and here’ she was kissing my neck and her mouth nibbled at my ear, as her other hand dropped down my front to slip through the long side slash of the dress, running across my upper thigh to its target – my vulva .... ‘Oh! yes!’ I sobbed, as her questing fingers found the damp gusset of my panties, tugged it aside, and I felt the probing of her fingertips on my pussy lips, testing out my wetness and openness. I was nearly fainting, and to steady myself turned towards her and put my hands on her shoulders. She drew me towards her in a clinch for a long deep kiss, with all the time one hand holding my ass tight and the other stroking and teasing my cunny. When the kiss ended – which I had engaged in passionately – she stood slightly back and looked me directly in the eyes. She moved her hands to my waist, and said with a directness that was irresistible: ‘I want you, babe, I want you now!’ I looked back, seeing the lust in her eyes and feeling it in my body, and slightly bit on my lower lip, before discarding all restraint. ‘Please,’ I replied, ‘have me ... take me ... do it, I want it, I want you too.’ Her face lit up with a smile of pleasure, and she took me by the hand: ‘this way’, she said. Clarissa led me to the back of the shop, to an unobtrusive door marked ‘Private’ that was just past the changing room. She unlocked it, and ushered me through ahead of her. I entered a delightful medium-sized room, tastefully decorated in a soft peach wallpaper with matching drapes that were closed across the only window. The main item of furniture was a huge double-bed, with a mattress covered in a large peach satin-looking sheet, and no other adornment. I stood beside the bed as Clarissa lifted the ball gown over my head and laid it on a nearby chair. Then she knelt in front of me, and gently kissed my crotch through my panties, before tugging them over my hips and down to the floor. I felt at a disadvantage, being completely naked whilst she was fully clothed, and I slipped her jacket from her shoulders and began to unbutton her blouse. She made no move to either stop or assist me, just regarding me with a warm smile. Once the blouse had gone, I unzipped her skirt and she stepped out of it, taking a second to fold it over the back of another chair. I could now see and admire her properly. She was a beautiful example of a woman on the cusp between her lively 20s and more stately 30s, with a firm figure, good skin tone, and yet just a hint of lushness and ripeness. She was wearing sheer blue stockings in traditional style, held up by an elegant blue suspender belt. Over this, barely covering her cunt, was a small pair of panties in a transparent blue mesh, decorated with a pattern of wine red roses. Her breasts were as full as I had thought, firmly pushed up and out in an underwired half-cup bra that was part of a matching set with the belt and panties. She stood for a moment with her hands on her hips, savouring the moment of my obvious admiration of her body, and smiling warmly. Then she slipped off her shoes and sank to her knees in front of me, putting her hands on my ankles and then lingeringly sliding them up the inside of each leg. I gasped with anticipation as they traversed my upper thighs and met at their junction with my pudenda. She teased it open, and then leant in to press her tongue between my labia, questing for the entrance to my cervix and the treasure-spot of my clitoris. I was trembling with desire and excitement, and she slipped her hands to my buttocks, partly to caress them but also to hold me steady. After a couple of minutes of this dextrous attention, I felt aflame, and then waves of warmth and wetness flooded through my pussy, and I was moaning aloud whilst wondering mentally if these were orgasms – if so, they were my first proper ones. Clarissa rose back to her feet and placed her hands on my shoulders. The message of her gentle downwards pressure was unmistakeable, and I swallowed in some nervousness as in my turn I went to my knees. I stroked her cunt through the skimpy panties for a moment, and then pulled them down and away. After she stepped out of them, she took up a pose with her legs spread further apart, and I could see – and smell – every part of her sex. It was a heady prospect, and my hesitation fell away. With a feeling almost of homecoming, my tongue speared into her gaping vulva, and I began noisily slurping at her pussy juices. She gave a kind of gasp at my intensity, as I pushed my face in deeper to her soft warm flesh, moving my tongue first in swipes up and down and then in a circular corkscrewing motion. The second of these got her going into a higher gear, and with a broken moan she arched her legs further open and seized the back of my head in both her hands, pulling me hard against her as her hips began to spasm rhythmically – slowly at first, and then faster and faster, accompanied by a rasping whimper. At last, with a sharp cry, she froze rigid for a moment, clutching me against her – and then released me, to stagger back against the bed and sit down on it. She regarded me with a slightly haggard amazement, and said breathlessly and with a laugh: ‘That was fucking amazing ... that was an amazing fuck!’ I was still on my knees before her, the taste of her cunt all over my mouth and cheeks, and I ran my tongue around the outside of my lips to lap it up. Clarissa leant forwards; ‘come up here, honey’, she said, drawing me by the elbow to my feet and then towards the bed. I lay across the middle of the mattress on my back, and she firmly spread my legs apart and gently ran a finger vertically along the length of my moist slit, sending a shudder of anticipation through me. Kneeling next to me, she uncoupled her bra and flung it behind her onto the floor. She cradled her full breasts in her hands and bent over me, thrusting them out as an offering. It didn’t take a second thought to reach for them, squeezing and fondling, and to draw one nipple down to my waiting mouth. I licked around it and then, greatly daring, took it gently between my teeth and teasingly tugged and stretched it. ‘Oh, sweet heaven,’ she moaned, ‘fuck, that sends me, ohhhh .... aaaah!’ The last sound changed pitch because I had reached a hand under her curving stomach to thrust my index finger hard into her cunt. I was on some other planet now, with primeval instinct taking over, and I began to ram the finger in and out of her as it was a weapon, assaulting and penetrating her cervix. Within seconds she had reached another gasping climax, after which she rolled away to lie beside me on her back for a minute. ‘Wow!’ she gasped, ‘you must have done this before?’ I shook my head, and told her this was my first time, I just did what seemed right. ‘Well, you’re a natural, honey,’ she answered, ‘and now it’s your turn.’ She asked if I was a virgin, and I replied that I had never had sex with anyone before, but she didn’t need to worry about breaking my hymen as I had already done that. (I didn’t go into more detail, but when I was sixteen Sammy-Jayne had told me that it was better to do this yourself – it was less painful and less messy, as it could be unpleasant for both of you when a boy did it. We had had some girly laughs about it, and then she had given me her old vibrator, making me promise not to say where I had got it my parents should find it.) Clarissa was clearly excited that she had been the first to take the pleasures of my sweet teen body, and gave me the benediction of a soft kiss on the lips, on each nipple, and on the pussy. Then she went a dressing table in the corner of the room, and came back with a long, flexible, plastic double-ended dildo. I eyed this with interest and a little dubiousness – in the last ten months, I had only be able to work the vibrator about three inches into me, so I couldn’t see how this monstrous snake would fit. Clarissa must gave seen the thought flash across my face, because she gave a happy laugh and told me not to worry. ‘You’re so loose now, you’ll be amazed what your cunt can take’, she said. And of course she was right: she knelt between my legs, and fed five inches into me before I hardly felt it, and another inch at least before I began to feel filled and stretched. When she encountered firmer resistance and I gave a little cry of semi-protest, she stopped, shifted to her haunches with her knees apart, and began thrusting the other end into herself. I reached out my hand and helped to push the knobbed plastic tube into her, and she must have taken at least eight inches, maybe more. When that was done, there was barely three inches still visible between our two holes. Clarissa began to thrust herself up and down on her end of the dildo, and gestured to me to do the same. After a few tries, I got the hang of it, and then worked out that it was ten times more effective when we coincided – pulling out together, then driving towards each other, with force cancelling force and producing a firmer pressure on the excited nerve-ends in our pussies. We began to grunt and gasp, and the dildo penetrated deeper, until at last our pussies were smacking wetly against each other as we collided. I was propped up on my elbows, and my head lolled back over my shoulders as I emitted a wave of barking cries. Clarissa’s hands were slippery with her sweat and mine as she took a vice-like grip on my thighs, pushing herself down onto me and then pulling out again. Sweat also glistened on her face and her breasts, as we ground our way to a final, gut-wrenching climax. Exhausted and out of breath, we collapsed side by side, my pleasure being extended in a way that was almost excruciating as Clarissa slid the plastic tube out of me. She extracted the other end from herself, letting it drop on the floor beside the bed, and then she lay down, gathering me into her arms so that my head was in the crook of her shoulder. As I lay on the bed, spent, somehow both excited and utterly relaxed, Clarissa traced her fingers enticingly from my navel around my breasts and back again. ‘I don’t often get girls your age coming into the shop’, she said, ‘most of my customers are mid-20s to mid-40s, it’s a very specific demographic.’ The back of her hand brushed lightly across my nipples, as she asked: ‘How did you hear of it?’ I admitted that I probably wouldn’t have, but that my cousin had warmly recommended it. Clarissa propped herself up on one elbow, her generous breasts swinging to the side, and she studied my face and profile for a moment, before exclaiming: ‘Of course ... Sammy-Jayne!’ I nodded, and then she asked thoughtfully: ‘What did she tell you?’ ‘Oh,’ I replied, ‘Just that I would be sure to get what I really needed here ... that she always had ...’ My voice trailed off, as the double-meaning of my cousin’s words suddenly became clear to me – as did a whole lot more about her: her infrequent and very temporary boyfriends, the hiking and camping holidays with female friends she had taken during her college vacations, and her talk of moving to the Big Apple for her career ‘because in a big city you can be just yourself, there’s no one watching you’. I savoured the revelation – I would have to have a chat with my sweet cos, and express my appreciation of her advice in a very personal way. I could see our relationship taking on a whole new direction, and I was excited by the idea that with her experience she could take me further down this secret path. Conversation was suspended for a while, because then Clarissa leaned over to nibble on my tits, and her hand found my cunt and clitoris again, stroking me to a final back-arching, shuddering climax. She now lay partly on top of me and partly beside me, with our legs entwined and her pussy gently rubbing against mine in an extremely sensuous fashion. She ran her fingers through my hair and then, appearing to have come to a decision, she said something that took my breath away. ‘I could do with an assistant in the shop on Saturdays, it’s the busiest time – I can’t pay very much, but would you be interested in a part-time job?’ I couldn’t believe my luck – not just this one session with her, but the prospect of a regular weekly fuck – for I knew, however much she might find an assistant useful, it was the after-hours activity that she really had in mind. Her next remark was even more exciting, promising an even greater scope. ‘There are perks, of course, and you’ll also get to know some of the customers quite intimately’, she said, her eyebrows arching suggestively. ‘Oh, yes, please!’ I replied eagerly, adding breathlessly: ‘when can I start?’ Clarissa laughed at that, and gave my nearest breast a playful squeeze. ‘You are a find,’ she said, ‘send my thanks to Sally-Jayne.’ She saw from her watch that it was nearly 1.30, and regretfully said she would have to go and reopen the shop. She nodded to a door on the other side of the room, and told me there was an en suite bathroom with a shower, and to take my time. When I emerged from the private room thirty minutes later, she was talking to a customer, an attractive tall redhead in her late 30s. She broke away with a murmured excuse, and I quickly paid for the emerald green ball gown – though she only charged me two-thirds of the ticket price, calling it my first ‘staff discount’. I was so glad that she had not forgotten her offer, that she meant it seriously. ‘Be here on Saturday at 9.30 prompt’, she said with a warm smile, and then handed me the package with a wish that I would enjoy the prom. Never mind the ball, I thought – I would be having a ball here, every Saturday! There could be sequels to this ... if you would like that, please post a comment. If you enjoyed this, check out my other stories ... you might like them too ...

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2012 Our eyes cross occasionally, so fleetingly that no one else in the classroom would notice it. But Miss Harper will have seen the flash of desire in mine, she will have experienced that delightful electric tingle down between her legs from the knowledge of our secret shared – and from the anticipation of what will happen after school today! No one else in the class would see anything of significance, nothing at all, for Miss Harper’s attitude towards me in public is just the same as to all of the other boys and girls: helpful and encouraging, but in a neutrally professional way. Only I know of the passions that burn beneath her cool composed exterior, and the fires that I have learned to stoke to intensity. Outwardly, my face shows only the vaguely attentive look that is shared by the other sixteen year-olds sitting in the rows of desks around me, but inside I am so excited, so turned on by my incredible secret – that my teacher and I fuck each other in unbridled hot lesbian lust! I glance around the classroom, and think – if they had any idea, if they knew what we get up to after school, tumbling naked together in a thrashing tangle of limbs in her bedroom, wet cunts smacking down on eager mouths, tongues squirming into slippery slits, puffy labia grinding hard against each other, and long ramming grunting thrusts with that huge strap-on dildo, until there are gasping drenching shudders and wild screams of explosive orgasms – my God, how amazed and shocked they would be! Behind her neat brown-rimmed glasses, Miss Harper’s clear grey eyes flick my way again. She knows very well what I am thinking about – and it is certainly not the algebra that she is teaching! I know her well enough by now to spot the faint flush in her cheeks and the hint around her lips of the pensive smile that turns me on so much. I know for sure that the pulse is beating a little faster in her throat, and that her nipples are rock hard inside the smooth lining of the full-cup bra that she is wearing – without which, her tits would be jutting out at me like two homing missiles in their silos, primed and waiting for the command to launch. Oh, yes, Miss Harper knows very well what will happen next, after school ends today, and we are both watching the clock and counting down the minutes. This is one of my favourite times, when my class has our last lesson of the day with Miss Harper (this happens on Mondays and Thursdays), and I can enjoy the proximity of her presence, savouring the special secret that we share and looking forward to our after-school delights. Without letting it be apparent in any way, I study Miss Harper from the corner of my eye. At thirty-three years old, she is a little more than twice my age – a difference that I find very thrilling and arousing. My teacher has that so-sexy confident maturity that only an experienced adult woman can possess; it is partly her assured poise and partly a matter of her looks and physique, with that slight leanness to her face, the hint of a line at her eyes and cheeks, that slight thickening at the waist – although her figure is very well-kept, and she doesn’t carry an ounce of flab on her body. Just then she stands at the blackboard and turns her profile towards me (is that just by chance, prompted by her unconscious thoughts – or is it deliberate, intended to turn me on even more? Fuck, there’s no need, my pussy is sopping wet already!). Miss Harper’s blonde hair falls straight from a side parting to just below her shoulders, with a fringe that hangs across her forehead, slightly covering her right eye whenever she takes off her glasses. Her straw-coloured hair makes such an effective contrast with the dark tones of her clothes, and I think she looks so attractive in her neat suit of a black jacket and skirt. The latter is not so short as to seem unprofessional, but it rides nicely a few inches above her knees and she has the lean and shapely legs to carry it off. Beneath the jacket there is a plain blue cardigan top, which on this warm spring day has one more at least of its buttons undone than usual, exhibiting the rising swell of her generous 32E breasts and just a hint of the lace-trimmed edges of her bra cups. I wonder whether – consciously or unconsciously – she loosened the cardigan buttons to give me a nice ‘warm-up’ show before our after-school assignation (is that deliberate again? oh, you sapphic temptress!). However, gorgeous as her tits are, to my way of thinking her best feature is her ass: it is so trim and neat, with buttocks that are smooth and firm, giving such a subtle sexy sway to her skirt whenever she takes a step. I love to walk behind her, watching every movement, whenever I can do so without it being noticeable, down a corridor to a classroom or across the schoolyard outside. It was no surprise when she told me that she had been a cheerleader at school and university, and she still works out or runs every day of the week What excites me most of all is the surprisingly wide arch between her legs, where they join at the base of her pussy – I just love it when she wears smart slacks (the tight charcoal-grey pair in soft felt are the very best for this) because they highlight that gap between her legs, accentuating it with every stalking step that she takes. She has a fondness for three-inch heels on her school-teacher’s ‘sensible’ style black shoes, perhaps to make up for the fact that in bare feet she stands only five feet three inches tall – which is four inches less than me, although I am much younger and still growing (in every sense – my figure, as well as my height). Miss Harper has given the class a short exercise to do, and as we silently concentrate upon it she moves slowly round the room, pausing by each boy or girl to see how they are managing and if they need any further instruction. She has started with the row of desks nearest to the door and corridor, and it will take her a while to get to my place – I am almost on the opposite side of the classroom, one row in from the desks that are adjacent to the big windows. I never sit near the front in Miss Harper’s class, as I don’t want to give any hint of having an interest in or connection with her, so there is only one person behind me whilst there are three are in front – with my best friend, Katie, seated immediately ahead of me. Now Miss Harper is coming towards me, as she moves slowly down the aisle next to my desk, looking at the work of the students who are sitting in the row on my left. Of course, she could have done this from their other side, but I know she has chosen this route so that I can enjoy a close-up view of her front, and then of her back. And what a lovely front it is, especially as she has unobtrusively undone yet another cardigan button – if she went any further, her tits would almost be falling out of her bra! My sexy teacher pauses just before the desk of the girl who is sitting parallel to Katie – another friend of ours, Melanie. This isn’t her strongest subject, and it’s not surprising that she is struggling to do the exercise. Still, I know it is no coincidence that when Miss Harper bends over Melanie’s desk to point out where she has left out something important, she stoops at exactly the right angle to give me (and only me, for no one else is placed to see this) a view straight down her cleavage. My tongue instinctively flicks across my lips as I relish the sight of her large firm globular breasts and the stylish black bra that supports them, and I feel another warm spurt of arousal in my pussy. Miss Harper straightens up, her breasts enticingly swaying as she does so, and though it is so fast and seemingly casual that no one else could possibly notice it, I am intensely aware of the split second in which she glances my way in her peripheral vision, as she makes sure that I have not missed the titty-view that she had offered. With the faintest hint of a smile about her lips, she moves down the rest of Melanie’s row and then turns to inspect the work of Paul, the boy who is sitting behind me. My heart beats a little faster, as she will be beside me in another second. I have already finished the exercise – it gave me no trouble, for I did read the textbook and do the preparation exercise that was set for homework by Miss Harper at our previous class, and I have been listening to her, even whilst my eyes have been enjoying looking at her body. I know that I have got it right, but still there is an extra pleasure in having that confirmed, as Miss Harper arrives next to my desk and glances quickly at my work – although I know that she is looking just as much at the roundness that my breasts make in my quite tight and fairly thin cotton school shirt! ‘Yes, Christine, that’s very good – you’ve got it’, says my teacher, and as she does so her hand rests lightly on top of mine for a second, in such a casual and natural way that I am sure no one would register anything unusual even if they were staring right at me – which, of course, no one is. After the faintest of squeezes of my hand, which she deliberately times to coincide with the phrase ‘you’ve got it’, Miss Harper moves ahead to look at Katie’s work, and in so doing presents me with a close-up view of her taut ass in its tight black skirt. I give a little moan – barely audible, even to myself – as my teacher rounds off this little parade by seeming accidentally to drop her pencil, and she bends from the waist to pick it up, almost thrusting her butt at me as she does so. Her skirt rides up a few inches and – yes! – there is a brief glimpse of a stocking top and the clip and strap that is holding it up. Just as I had thought, and hoped, she is wearing a pair of traditional stockings, and my mind wanders for a moment as I consider which of her suspender belts she has chosen today, for my hot teacher has quite a lingerie collection, with many skimpy, flimsy, gauzy and sexy items. I feel hot desire and seeping wetness flush into my pussy, and I press my thighs firmly together – which has the paradoxical effects of both containing the sensation, and magnifying it. Miss Harper completes her tour and returns to the front of the room, where she explains certain features of the exercise that she had set and the correct way to tackle it. I know this, and so my mind wanders into pleasant memories of my teacher in various sets of underwear – and in various degrees of nudity! The hands of the clock on the classroom wall move round slowly, so slowly, but at last it is the end of the lesson, and the bell rings signalling that the school day is over. My classmates spill their books and pens into bags and backpacks, and scramble towards the door, chatting animatedly to each other, high-fiving and full of the teenage energy that has been suppressed by an afternoon of lessons. I deliberately take more time to gather up my things, and giving Katie a smile and a vague wave. I think that she is just beginning to have some suspicions about my sexual orientation (and this doesn’t seem to be putting her off, which is interesting ... hmm, maybe, just maybe, I should carefully test the ground there after all), but she certainly knows nothing of my relationship with Miss Harper. She thinks that on Monday, Tuesday and Thursday I go straight home from school to get my homework done, so that I am free on Friday night and the weekend to spend time with her and our other friends – which is quite true, apart from my special sexual detour on the route home on those days! Katie nods and waves back, and heads off to the school gym, where she has a practice session of the handball team. The classroom empties in a moment, leaving only Miss Harper still sitting at the teacher’s desk, also not hurrying to gather up her papers, and me now walking down the aisle between the rows of students’ desks towards her. She takes off her glasses, holding them in mid-air in her right hand, but otherwise remains motionless, as I drop my backpack on the floor at the side of her desk and then come round behind it to stand very close to her chair; we are both intensely aware of the other’s physical proximity, and our hearts beat a little faster. I lean forwards, so that it would appear to anyone who might casually glance into the room that a conscientious student is asking her teacher for a last bit of guidance on tonight’s homework assignment. Instead, shielded from the door by my body, I quickly undo one more button of her blue cardigan and then slip my hand inside the black brassiere cup that encases her left breast, grasping the warm mound of woman-flesh and giving it a firm squeeze. In the process, as I suspected, I feel the hard nub of her engorged nipple, and I rub my thumb across it. Miss Harper gives a little shudder and a soft moan, and her eyes dart apprehensively to the classroom entrance – but the door has a self-closing mechanism and is now shut, and the short section of corridor visible through its window is quiet and deserted. ‘Christine, no! Oh, Christ, Chrissie, not here ... Chrissie, aaaahhh! Mmm, honey, wait ...!’ she protests quietly, but with a dwindling degree of determination. My answer is a response not to her words, but to our rising needs. I put my head lower, my teeth almost nibbling her right earlobe, and whisper into her ear: ‘Touch me! C’mon, Miss H., no one can see ... you made me so wet, bending over like that ... so, touch me, there! I want you to touch me there, c’mon, do it right now!’ She knows exactly what I mean. With half an eye still on the door, she places her glasses carefully on the desk in front of her, and then – almost casually – lets her right arm drop from the desk to dangle at her side, her fingertips brushing against my ankle. Then her hand traces upwards, slipping past my knee, rising under my pleated grey linen uniform skirt, sliding up my inner thigh, until at last she reaches my cunt. Her fingers tremble slightly as she strokes the crotch of my plain white cotton panties, caressing the shape of my pussy mound and feeling the dampness that is already there. Miss Harper’s grey eyes are now brightly shining, her cheeks flushed pink and her mouth half-open, her tongue-tip licking along her lower lip. She is so turned on, just the way that I want her to be, and the flicking of her fingertips making a cameltoe of my panties is the perfect hors d’oeuvre for me as well, whetting my appetite still more for the main course yet to come. As a reward, I give her nipple a firm tweak, evoking another gasp from my sexy mature teacher, and then – greatly daring – I kiss her neck, almost a love-bite, but being careful to make no lasting mark. Then I stand upright and take a step away from her, before turning and saying over my shoulder, quietly but full of meaning: ‘Thirty minutes ...’ Miss Harper knows just what that means, and she gives a little shiver from head to toe. I pause in the doorway for a second before exiting from the classroom, and glance back to see that she has lifted the hand that was under my skirt up to her face, sniffing her fingers and savouring the aroma of my pussy from where she had rubbed along the groove in my panties. Her partly undone cardigan is hanging open and disregarded, and I have an extra jaunty lift in my step as I carry away with me the tantalising view of most of her ample shapely breasts encased in a sexy black full-cup bra. I follow the pattern which has become my routine during these last four months, these amazing months of unfolding discoveries. I leave the school grounds on my own, and catch a bus which goes not to my own neighbourhood but to the one some distance to the west of it, where Miss Harper has her house. It is in a small terrace built in late Victorian days, and like many such there is an alley from the street which reaches the back of the houses, for the removal of dustbins and to give access to the small rear gardens. Just under half an hour after leaving school, I slip quietly along this alley, its high brick walls rendering me invisible to any of the houses, until I reach the back gate of Miss Harper’s house. As always, it is unlocked in anticipation of my visit, and I quietly close and latch it behind me. I take a few paces along the path of slabs that runs down the middle of her tiny garden to the kitchen door of the house, which is also unlocked. I pause on the doorstep for a few seconds whilst I reach under my uniform skirt and strip off my panties, which go into a pouch on the side of my backpack, and then with a twist of the doorknob I enter the kitchen – and the fun begins! I drop my backpack on the floor to my left and stand beside it, my arms akimbo, surveying the scene. Miss Harper is sitting at the kitchen table, and – apart from having put her glasses away – she is dressed exactly as she was in the classroom, even to still having on her suit jacket and smart shoes. Good, that’s good, that’s just how it should be, and I acknowledge this with the briefest of nods, my face remaining quite expressionless. Slowly, looking her boldly in the eyes the whole time, I shrug out of my maroon-red school blazer, letting it fall carelessly on top of my bag. These motions – as I know very well – have eye-catching effects upon my bust, jiggling my tits up and down, and then pressing my breasts tightly against my white school shirt; when they do so, my aroused nipples are prominently visible through my plain white bra, twin peaks stretching the thin cotton fabric of my shirt. Miss Harper’s eyes are slightly glazed as she watches this and drinks in my appearance – for, apart from my above-average bra size, I look like a sweet and innocent mid-teenager, and my slim youthful form is shown off to the most arousing advantage by the pretty naivety evoked by my classic school uniform. My sexy mature teacher shakes her head slightly, almost as if to clear it of intoxicating fumes. She pushes back her chair, rises – slightly unsteadily – to her feet, and moves slowly towards me. I love this moment – the seconds just before the first touch, when everything is on the cusp, tantalisingly poised on the brink of the vortex of unslaked lust and wild physical passion, into which I know with absolute certainty that we will throw ourselves with unrestrained abandon. I stand quite still and my face is impassive, regarding her with a detachment which I certainly do not feel, as my pulse races and my stomach churns with excitement. When Miss Harper is just a yard away, I make my move – suddenly reaching forwards, seizing her upper arms and shoving her roughly back against the adjacent kitchen wall. She gives a shocked gasp but has no time for any other reaction, for I pull her jacket open and my hands move like lightning to her prominent breasts, mauling them roughly through the two layers of fabric of her cardigan and the supporting bra underneath. Miss Harper’s eyes half-close, and she makes no move to prevent me as I push her jacket from her shoulders, letting it fall behind her. Immediately afterwards I tug the blue cardigan over her head, not bothering with the delay of unbuttoning it, and cast it aside. Then I hook my fingers into the wide lace-trimmed straps of her black bra and sharply jerk them from her shoulders and down her arms, so that her full breasts tumble out of their protective cups. At once I grasp them, digging my fingers almost like claws into the soft flesh, squeezing and kneading them. Miss Harper whimpers plaintively when I take each of her nipples between a thumb and forefinger, pulling them forwards and then squeezing them tightly, but I know very well that she is enjoying every second of this treatment. I grasp the black pencil skirt which I had so much enjoyed watching her move about in during the school lesson, thinking then about how I would strip it from her later. It takes only a second for me to pull its hem up to the waistband above her wide jutting hips with one hand, and to plunge the other down inside her sexy black lace-trimmed panties, to cup her Venus mound in my palm and squeeze it hard, feeling her seeping juices. My teacher gives a broken-backed moan of surrender that is music to my ears, and inflames my lust still further. ‘You want it, don’t you? You fucking bitch, you want it so bad, don’t you?’ I hiss at her, and she gives a little whimper and the faintest nod of her head in shameful admission. Shoving the panties a couple of inches further down her firm thighs, I twist my wrist, extend my index finger to a rigid point, and then impale her pussy with it. Miss Harper gives a wracking gasp at this forceful violation, but her physical response is to arch her hips apart and thrust her pelvis forwards at me, and she needs no words to communicate her aching desire for more rough treatment. I pump my finger in and out of her vagina half a dozen times, swift and hard, feeling her looseness and wetness, and she begins to shudder and quake. ‘You lezzie cunt!’ I snarl at her, knowing how much hearing the dirty words spill from my sweet lips turns her on; ‘You fucking lesbo cunt-bitch, you dirty dyke! You want it, don’t you, you slit-slut! You want me to do you – well, you shitty cunt, I’m sure gonna fucking do you, oh yeah, do you so hard, bitch, I’m gonna fuck you so hard!’ She gives an incoherent throaty cry, and I can hear the surge of arousal in her husky tone. However, I have no intention of letting the mature woman have an orgasm yet, and I withdraw my finger before she is even half-way there, ignoring her wail of frustration. Instead, my grip returns to her upper arms, and I roughly haul Miss Harper forwards until she is forced to collapse across her own kitchen table. She is wondrously sexy sight, sprawled defencelessly face downwards with her tits flopped out of their bra and squashed against the pine wooden table-top by the weight of her body, her ass sticking out over the table-edge and her feet at full stretch just touching the floor. With her black skirt still up around her waist and her panties now slid down to just above her knees, her wonderful shapely butt is exquisitely framed by the deep lace-trimmed black suspender belt around her midriff and the traditional-style black stockings that its straps are holding up. Between these, the meaty folds at the base of her naked cunt are fully exposed to view – and completely vulnerable. I have no hesitation: I know just exactly what to give her. Using this better vantage point and angle, I spear two fingers into her pussy, causing her to give a long deep moan of mingled pain and pleasure. ‘You dirty lezzie slut, you fucking cunt-hole’, I shout at her, the abuse getting me further aroused as well; ‘you pussy-licking dyke, I’m gonna have you, you fucking bitch – yeah, I’m gonna take you down so hard, I’m gonna fuck you to pieces!’ As I say this, and without any pause in my relentless pistoning penetrations, I move up closer behind her prone form and use my free hand to flick open the two buttons at the waistband of my grey school skirt, wiggling my hips so that it falls past them to the floor. Now I am exposed from the bottom of my thin plain shirt to my white knee-high socks, and I grind my naked pussy against my teacher’s left buttock and hipbone, selfishly getting myself off whilst I mercilessly finger-fuck her vagina. Miss Harper squirms helplessly on the smooth table-top, her heavy breasts mashed against it, giving little mewling noises as she pushes her pelvis back against my hand, making my penetrations even deeper and more forceful. I grin with fierce delight, loving every second of having my teacher at my utter sexual disposal, dominating her and using her however it pleases me. Miss Harper may be twice my age, but like any submissive slut, she knows her place and soaks up whatever her domina dishes out – and, amazingly enough, that’s me! No one in my class would dream of this, that our handsome stylish teacher is an owned bitch – and she’s mine, mine, all mine! I reach forward with my free hand and grasp a large shank of her straight smooth blonde hair, twisting it in my grasp and hauling her head up and backwards. I continue my spate of foul-mouthed abuse whilst I lean back and spank her on the butt really hard, about four times on each ass-cheek, and she wails in distress, her buzz of sexual desire now mingling with the electric shocks of her punishment. Her arms flop across the table-top, finding no purchase, and then she gives a louder shriek as I resume finger-fucking her pussy – now with three fingers, bunching them together to make a rigid column. When I judge that my lesbian teacher is approaching her threshold, for the second time I frustrate her desire for an orgasm by abruptly ceasing my slamming invasions of her vagina. Instead, I keep my hold on her hair with one hand, and with the other I twist one of her arms up behind her back, trapping her in a half-nelson. Ignoring her broken sob, I pull the dishevelled and semi-fucked teacher to her feet, and shove her towards the doorway that leads to the rest of her house. She has no option but to go where I wish, as my several inches advantage in height gives me leverage and my greater youthful vigour gives me strength that she is powerless to resist. ‘Fucking dyke, I’m gonna have your fucking pussy now, you lesbo cunt, I’m gonna split your slit wide open, I’m gonna fucking crucify you, lezzie bitch!’ Then, starting her off with a hard smack on her ass, I propel the staggering teacher into her bedroom, where the bed has been prepared with just a bare sheet (in a nice shade of mid-blue) and two matching pillows. I push her sharply against its side, so that momentum carries her forwards and she falls across its width, her shriek muffled when her face smacks down onto the mattress. She makes no resistance as I roll her over onto her back and then almost jump on top of her, straddling her chest, squashing her full breasts between my thighs and grinding my pussy against one of her erect nipples. For a moment, I enjoy the sensations this gives, but then I shift forward across her upper chest and slap my dripping cunt down upon her mouth. The bitch is expecting this – her lips are already parted, her tongue questing outwards, as my parted labia mash down on her. She wriggles her tongue into my cleft, working at me with a frantic lust-filled energy that is boosted further when I reach behind me and once again maul her breasts and yank hard on her tits. I hear her moans in response, but muffled by her mouthful of schoolgirl pussy. Miss Harper is a good cunt-eater – she told me once that she reckons she has eaten the pussies of more than a hundred women, although this was mainly in her school and college days, and in her early 20s when she actively cruised the lesbian bars looking for one-night stands. She may have had only a couple of sexual partners in the last five years, and an arid desert of months without anything between her last girlfriend and me, but she certainly hasn’t lost her knack. Within moments, my subservient teacher gives me my first orgasm of today’s fuckathon – the first of several. With a pleased smirk, I lift my crotch off her face, enjoying her dazed expression and how she looks with her blonde hair tousled and my pussy-juice streaked across her cheeks and chin. Oh, if only the other girls in the class could see her now, sprawled under me, her bra and skirt both bunched around her waist, her large well-shaped breasts flopping free, her smooth-shaven cunt exposed and its gash pinkly glistening, they would be amazed ... and maybe it would turn some of them on ... maybe it would turn Katie on ... I wonder what it would be like if we double-teamed Miss Harper, if we fucked her stupid together, like a lesbo gang-bang, one of us ramming her pussy-hole with a strap-on and the other mauling her breasts and pinching her tits, then Katie and I switching places for turn after turn, and Miss Harper couldn’t stop us ... maybe we should tie her up first, rope her wrists criss-cross to her ankles so her tits and ass and cunt are totally defenceless and ours to do with whatever we want ... she might beg and plead with us to stop, but I know the slutty bitch wouldn’t mean it, and we’d just do her even more, even harder, we’d fuck her brains out ... aaahh!! shit, the very idea sends hot shivers down my spine, and juices coursing from my pussy ... The swell of lust that follows these thoughts galvanises me into action again, and I rise from my teacher’s prone body, giving each of her naked breasts quite a sharp slap as I do so. The bitch knows better than to move until instructed, but her eyes avidly follow my bare teenage butt as I stalk across the room, deliberately giving my hips an erotic sway. I reach the set of drawers that is next to her wardrobe, and open the top one. Yes, exactly where it should be is my favourite implement of them all – a fat and long plastic dildo in a strap-on harness. This one has a special extra feature that I love – as well as the hard ribbed rod that projects eight inches out from the front, there is an inner-mounted dildo, of similar diameter but shorter in length, which gets inserted into the vagina of the wearer of the device. Still better, it has a secret weapon, for inside the internal-pointing dildo is a small battery-powered motor which makes it into a very effective vibrator. I return slowly, and stand between her legs for a long moment, holding the strap-on harness in my right hand and gazing down at Miss Harper’s semi-naked body. Then I reach out with my left hand to grip the gusset of her panties where they dangle at half-mast, caught just above her knees, and swiftly I tug them down over her ankles and cast them aside. My teacher gives a soft, almost pleading moan and, having lost the restriction of the panties, she now swings her legs far apart, thrusting her pelvis upwards as she does so – offering me her cunt, silently begging to be taken again, harder and harder. Tantalising her, for I want my mature lover to reach a fever pitch of desire and anticipation, I take my time slowly to remove my school tie and then to unbutton my plain white uniform shirt, letting them both fall unheeded to the floor behind me. Miss Harper drinks in the vision that I present to her – a pretty teenager, with deep dark eyes and a neat bob of thick black hair that is cut short to shape around my ears and curl at my collar, and with high and prominent breasts that are encased in a plain white bra, and beyond that wearing nothing else except my white knee-high school regulation stockings and plain shoes, so that my bare cunt juts out above her like the bow of an Amazonian war galley, edged with close-cut curls of my jet-black pubic hair. One thing on which we both agree is that a girl or woman looks much sexier when only half-stripped than she does when fully naked, and now we are both proof of that. This is why I keep on my bra and my knee-high socks, and this is why I have left so many of Miss Harper’s clothes still on her body – she looks so delectable with her empty bra cups around her belly-button, with her black skirt a crumpled strip of fabric encircling her waist, and still wearing her sexy wide black gauze-and-lace suspender belt, sheer traditional stockings and sharp heels, and yet with her cunt and tits fully exposed and at my mercy ... if I have any of such a thing, which in my present lust-fuelled state is very unlikely! I feel so vibrantly alive in this moment – what black-haired babe wouldn’t want to have a blonde bitch utterly submissive to her, what pretty teenager wouldn’t want to ram a rod into a hot mature cunt, what sexy schoolgirl wouldn’t want to fuck the living daylights out of her big-titted teacher? I am in heaven ... no, I am beyond heaven, I am in the place where the angels get to go if they have been very, very good. My nostrils flare with lust, and I reach forwards and run the nail of my index finger down the parted furrow of my teacher’s pudenda from the top to the bottom, making sweat sheen her forehead and her chest as I arouse her to the point of almost painful anticipation. As I run my finger back upwards again, sliding it inside her vaginal crack up to the first joint, her gasps turn into broken supplications: ‘Oh! Oh, fuck, Chrissie ... Oh, Christine, darling, aaaahh! my sweet, please ... fuck me, Chrissie, you gotta fuck me ... aaaah, migod, Chrissie, honey, please, please!! Fuck me real hard, so hard, rape me, you gottaaaaaaahhh! oh, shit, fuckme, please ... Chrissie, my angel, oh! you demon! ... Chrissie, do me, take me, c’mon, I can’t wait any more, for Christ’s sake, Chrissie – FUCK ME! FUCK ME!!’ As she pleads for me to take her, my lesbian teacher twists and writhes on the bed, gripping her tits in her hands and thrusting them up at me as an offering, as a bribe to shaft her cunt with the strap-on, to blow her away into the orgasm that she is so desperately close to. I narrow my eyes and she swallows, falling silent as I step between the straps of the dildo harness and pull it up to nestle just below my crotch. I use the fingers of my right hand to part my well-lubricated labia, and then with my left hand I slide the inner dildo into my vagina, in the process nudging the switch of the internal vibrator to the ‘on’ position. I feel it starting to throb with a slow rhythm as I work it further into me, until it has slid all the way home and the faceplate of the dildo is pressed firmly against my pussy lips. Only then do I tighten the buckles on the strap that goes around my waist and the two others that loop around my upper thighs, fixing the dildo firmly in place to my pelvis. I take a moment to rub my hand roughly over my schoolteacher’s slick pussy, and she watches saucer-eyed as I rub her fluids down the length of the dildo’s projecting lance to lubricate it. Then, after a loaded few seconds of consideration, I give her my orders: ‘Roll over, you dirty bitch, c’mon – you lezzie filthy pussy-slut, roll over, and stick your sloppy cunt up in the air – I’m gonna drill you so fucking deep and hard, yeah, I’m gonna doggy-fuck you like the fucking bitch you are, oh yeah!’ Miss Harper gives a soft whimper of anticipation, and moves with alacrity to take up the position as commanded, for it is one that she now knows well, in which over the last few weeks I have given her some of the most thrilling fucks that she has ever had. My teacher rolls over to one side and then rises onto her hands and knees, with her face turned away and her ripe ass towards me, sticking out in mid-air over the edge of the bed. Then she puts her face down on the mattress, with her heavy tits squashed and pooling under her, and she reaches backwards between her legs and grasps each of them just above the knee – which has the effect of bracing her for my assault, pulling her thighs apart and presenting her pussy in the most accessible and vulnerable position. It is a sight worth seeing, and I savour it for a moment, partly for my own pleasure and partly because I know how much this further wait will tease and entice her – for has she strict orders (which she knows from painful experience to obey) not to look back over her shoulder, and so she has no idea and will get no warning of when I decide to slam the dildo into her quivering wet hole. I admire yet again the wide arch of her crotch and the ripe folds of flesh of her Venus mound, as I relish my power over my delightfully humbled and supplicant teacher – there is an incredible thrill in having a mature experienced woman of twice my age utterly submissive to me like this. Don’t tell me that there is any hormone-filled teenage schoolgirl who would not love to be in my shoes right now, to have at her mercy a sexy adult woman teacher, dishevelled, half-stripped, her bare tits flopping loose, her smart skirt jerked up to her waist, her ripe ass shivering in fearful tension, and her naked pussy gaping and glistening, just waiting to be raped by a dildo’s fat ribbed rod. ‘Fuck you, ya bitch! Fucking take it, cunt!’ I scream, but she has no time to prepare herself, for as I shriek the first word, I suddenly grab her hips and slam forwards with my whole weight, ramming the plastic phallus into her vaginal passage for its full length in one violent searing invasion. Her scream of sexual shock and agonised submission mingles with my furious yell of triumphant penetration, but there is no doubt that she wants this, that I have nailed my bitch yet again. Miss Harper’s butt starts humping frantically backwards in eager response, parting her ass-cheeks even further, opening up her pudenda and giving my repeated thrusts added pile-driving depth and volcanic impact as she lurches back against them, moaning and groaning in her lust. The slut, she soaks everything up, just as hard as I can deal it out to her. Her eyes are glazed and saliva drools from her half-open mouth, whilst she gasps out incoherent phrases, most of which seem to consist of various fragments of ‘harder’, ‘fuck me’, ‘Chrissie’, and ‘rape me’, jumbled up together in different orders. Meanwhile, the vibrator in the internal dildo is working its magic upon me, driving me into a sexual frenzy, and I bang my teacher’s pussy harder and still harder, putting all my fierce pride and youthful energy into every swivel of my hips. I’m a sporty athletic girl, a regular tennis player, and with my strong arms and legs, when I give her my all, you’d better believe that she really gets hammered, each impact so relentlessly hard that if she wasn’t fully braced and I didn’t also have a firm grip above her hips, she would get knocked right over every time. I am gasping for breath myself from the vigour and pace of my exertions, sweat slicking my breasts and stomach, with rivulets trickling down between my pelvis and the inside of the dildo’s faceplate and mingling stickily with the juices dripping from my cunt. The impact of my penetrations shakes my bra-straps loose from my shoulders and they tumble down to my elbows, sending my tits swinging free, the nipples so aroused that even the motion of air across them is like a braising with sandpaper. I give a sudden sharp cry and almost fall on top of Miss Harper, taken unawares as the internal vibrator gives me a mini-orgasm sooner than I had expected. I clutch at her sexy ass to steady myself, kneading the firm flesh of her wide-boned butt-cheeks, and gasping for a second to regain my breath. My teacher, misunderstanding the cause of the pause, gives a broken wail of pleading anguish: ‘Aaaaggghh! No, Chrissie, oooooh no, don’t stop! Oh, God! Chrissie, please do me – fuck me so hard, girl, oh! please, Chrissie, don’t stop ... nail me, slam me, have me, rape me, oh please!’ she cries in wracking sobs, driven to extremis in her passion and the terrible need that takes over on the cusp of a climax. But I am recovered, more in control despite the continuous pulsations of the vibrator in my own cunt, which is driving me on to my own zenith. The release of the mini-climax and the few seconds to recover have renewed my energy, and Miss Harper shrieks in exultation as I resume my thrusts into her cavernous cunt-hole with redoubled vigour, whilst adding a little twisting motion of my hips so that the ribbed dildo rasps along the walls of her vaginal tube on the way in, and then differently on the withdrawal. Now I’m as sweat-soaked as she is, panting loudly and burning up to a stratospheric climax like a ballistic missile, for nothing will now prevent me from reaching my target and exploding us both into shards of flaming intensity. I seize her hair and use it to yank her backwards like the reins of a horse, arching her back, and her big round tits flap wildly as they dangle from her chest. I use my free hand and longer reach to grab one of her breasts, and I squeeze it savagely as I shift up the pace to a final frenzy of pumping and pulverise her pussy with the strap-on. ‘You fucking bitch! You cunt-sucking slut, you fucking cunt!’ I rant at her, shaking her head mercilessly with the hand that has a vice-like grip upon her straw-blonde hair, and with the other pinching her tender swollen tit between my thumb and forefinger; ‘Take it, you dyke slut, take it hard, you cunt! NOW! FUCKING CUM NOW, BITCH, YOU WHORING LEZZIE CUNT! CUM NOWWW!!!’ And she does, and my conquest is completed by the hoarse scream that is ripped from my teacher’s throat whilst her whole body convulses as if electrocuted – as indeed she is, along every nervous fibre in her body. She shakes and trembles in the aftermath, and just at that very second the internal vibrator inside the dildo makes me cream my pussy with cum. I moan and release my teacher’s hips in order to pinch my own bare tits, as a tidal flood of orgasms ripples through me. Meanwhile, Miss Harper gives a shaky sob, and her fuck-shattered body slumps downwards in collapse onto the mattress. This process slides her vagina down the ribbed length of the dildo, triggering another wailing and bucking orgasm, before the plastic rod emerges from her pussy-lips with a wet sucking plop, and she sprawls on the bed like a puppet whose strings have been cut with a single undoing slash. For a moment, I remain where I am, kneeling between her spread thighs, with my bra now fallen around my waist, and I take a few shaky shallow breaths. My God, but I do like taking her like this, almost savagely, pouring foul-mouthed abuse on the teacher whom I have to obey so demurely in school, grabbing her and hauling her about, pummelling her pussy with the strap-on, fucking her to the limit and beyond – oh, yes, I do like it so very much, so very much indeed ... and, fortunately, so does she! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Of course, it wasn’t like this right at the start, and for a moment my mind goes back to the beginning. Miss Harper likes younger – and young-looking – women, but never ever before has she laid a finger on a girl under eighteen years old, never mind one of her own students. For a two years, up to about ten months ago, she had a college student living with her – I’ve seen the pictures, and Lynette was a slender baby-faced cutie who looked at least a couple of years younger than she was, or at least she did until you saw the prominent rounded swell of her breasts. Her naive parents thought that she had found nice quiet lodgings for her second and third years at university, never dreaming that the smart and polite school-teacher who happened to have a spare room to rent had picked up their pretty daughter in a lesbian bar, or that Lynette paid only a peppercorn rent (saving the rest of her money), and earned her keep, to both their full and eager satisfaction, with her tongue, tits and clit, spending every night in Miss Harper’s king-size double-bed. However, all good things must come to an end, and ten months ago Lynette completed her degree, graduated, and left for a job working for a big company overseas (she was a languages student, just what they were looking for). For several months after that, Miss Harper was quite low – she had really fallen for Lynette, missed her badly, and just didn’t feel like trawling the lesbian bars and clubs to seek out another pretty young woman who looked like she was just 18, if even that. However, after a few more months, Miss Harper started getting really horny, and that’s when she began to feel the first stirrings of temptation about the girls she was teaching – or in fact, about just one girl, and that was me. I think there were several reasons for it, the first being that I look strikingly like a younger version of Lynette – I have a similar elfin shape of face and cut of my thick black hair, a similarly slender body with a tasty jut in the butt, and most of all, I also have above-average sized breasts which look even larger than they are because of my slim frame. Finally, apart from our generous bust size, we both look young and (so misleadingly!) innocent, with twenty year-old Lynette appearing to be just about eighteen, whilst I look like the just-turned-sixteen that I actually am. There was no doubt that this combination of my looks and age really pressed all of Miss Harper’s buttons, and I’m not surprised that she gave in to desire and broke the rule that she had previously strictly upheld in ten years as a teacher. Even so, I’m convinced there was an additional factor which was probably decisive. I believe that, in some way, without consciously realising it, Miss Harper tuned in to the fact that I’m a lesbian, and would gladly be seduced by her. I can’t remember when I realised that girls – or really, grown women – were the only thing that interested me sexually, but it was a long time ago; certainly, by the time that I was thirteen, I was very fully aware of it. I didn’t mind at all; I didn’t dislike boys, but not wanting to bother with the on-off tempests of the teenage dating circuit was a merciful release and gave me the time and energy for so many other things. However, what was intensely frustrating was that I could not reveal my orientation to anyone, that I had no idea of how to find a girlfriend, and that I didn’t dare take the risk of making a sexual pass at any of my school friends. So I was probably radiating out subliminal signals of suppressed sexuality and frustrated desire to any lesbian who came close enough, as Miss Harper increasingly did. I began to sense her eyes on me more often during lessons, and felt that there was something different in how she regarded me – and I also noticed, or thought I noticed, that when she glanced my way, her gaze would slip from my face down to my bust, and rest there for several seconds. I admit that in response I preened a little, thrusting my tits more upwards and forwards into view. Indeed, to help this effort I purchased some bras which, whilst keeping to school regulations regarding full-cup coverage in plain white fabric, nevertheless gave added push-up lift and emphasised my already substantial curves and cleavage. I also started to fantasise about Miss Harper, diddling my pussy at night with two-fingers and imagining that she was the one doing it to me instead. It made a change from dreaming up lust-soaked scenarios with various teenage TV actresses and pop starlets, which I knew were never going to happen – for I began to wonder if this might, if it actually, possibly, just might ... and that made me come with drenching intensity. Then, at last, about three months ago, after a lesson at the end of a Thursday afternoon which I had struggled to follow (admittedly, mainly because she had been wearing those amazing tight grey slacks that clung to her hips and exposed the wide arch of her crotch), I lingered behind as the rest of class left, intending to ask her to clarify some points about the homework that she had just set. Miss Harper began to explain this, hesitated, looked at the clock – now showing seven minutes past the end of the school day, looked at me again (really, at my chest again), and then said softly: ‘You are finding these equations a bit difficult, Christine, aren’t you? It is difficult to explain them in just a minute or two ... but, I could, perhaps ... that is, if you really wanted to find out ...’ ‘Oooh, Miss Harper – yes, I do! I really do want to find out!’ I gasped with almost comic eagerness, for if there was any chance of where this might be leading, I wanted to give her every encouragement. ‘Well, yes ... well!’ she said, her smile now less tentative, perhaps even a little hungry, ‘well, I could, that is ... I have to get home just now, but ... if you want to come to my house, I could show you ...’ ‘Oh, yes, Miss Harper, yes, I’d love to, that would be great, just great – thank you!’ I almost babbled. ‘Of course, I shouldn’t really’, she said pensively, and my heart lurched, but then an angelic choir sang in my ears as she added: ‘it would be a special favour, Christine – you must promise to keep it our little secret and tell no one – not your friends, not even your parents.’ ‘Yes, Miss, of course, I won’t breathe a word, I promise’, I happily agreed, ‘but I hope I can thank you somehow, maybe find some way to ... show you my appreciation, to ... do something for you?’ For a second she looked at me appraisingly, and I wondered if I had been too blatant ... but, as I have since learned, in a pick-up there is almost no such thing as too blatant, for the failures are nearly always due to daring too little, not to venturing too much. Then her eyes fell again to the thrusting curves of my youthful breasts, and now she no longer tried to disguise where she was staring, or the avid gleam in her eyes. I straightened my shoulders a little, almost proferring them up to her, and Miss Harper looked me in the eye. ‘Mmm, yes, Christine ... yes, I’m sure there is something you can do for me ... with me ...’ Miss Harper picked up her bag and coat, and we walked together to where her car was parked – almost all of the teachers had already left; there were only three other vehicles still there, and no one around to see us depart together. I carefully climbed into the front passenger seat – carefully, because I wanted to make sure that my school uniform skirt rode up my thighs as I sat down, seemingly by accident, to expose my legs and a sight of the crotch of my plain white panties. Sure enough the manoeuvre worked, and as Miss Harper leaned across to clip in her seatbelt, her eyes fell upon my lap and she gave a small intake of breath in appreciation. Hearing this, I slightly widened my legs, showing even more of my inner thighs and panties. ‘Seatbelt on, dear’, purred my teacher, reaching across me to pull it into place, and then running her finger down the inside of the cross-strap that lay diagonally between my breasts – seemingly in innocent assistance, but giving her the first contact with the mammary mounds that attracted her so much. I can barely recall the ten-minute drive to her house, as my head was lost in a fog of hope and desire. When we arrived, she parked about thirty yards from where her home turned out to be, and she took me by the route of the alley-way to her rear garden gate, then to the back door, and then into the kitchen – to this day, I have never yet entered or left her house by its front door. On that momentous day, I followed her into the kitchen and put my backpack and jacket down on a chair where she indicated. Then she took my hand and held it for a moment in silence, during which we just looked at each other, until she nodded once, as if in confirmation, and towed me behind her directly to her bedroom, closing the door after we had entered. My heart sang, for this was no place for discussing quadratic equations or homework assignments – this was a bedroom, and that is a place for fucking or sleeping, and I was pretty sure that my teacher did not think that either of us needed a nap. My joy must have shone like a beacon from my eyes and face, for Miss Harper lost her last edginess and laughed openly, saying: ‘Oh, Christine ... sweet, beautiful, sexy Christine ... you are a joy to behold!’ And with that, she folded me into her arms, and kissed my parted lips. My arms went around her back, and I enjoyed for the first time ever the incredible sensation of my breasts pillowing against the soft resilience of another woman, my hard aroused nipples pressing against hers and then sinking into her smooth flesh. What followed was conventional enough – we slid down onto the bed and lay alongside each other, we kissed some more, we murmured sweet nothings and we caressed each other’s bodies, running our hands with particular delight over the chest and butt of the other female. At one point, Miss Harper quickly discarded the burgundy red jumper that she had been wearing in combination with the grey slacks, and I had my first sight of her large firm U-shaped breasts encased in a simple and elegant half-cup lime green bra. Emboldened by this enticing sight, I tugged open the buttons of her grey slacks and pulled down the zip, and then slid a hand inside, questing for her panties and the Venus mound that I had seen so erotically outlined by the thin linen fabric. Miss Harper raised an appreciative eyebrow at my brazenness, kicked off her shoes and then raised her hips off the mattress so that I could ease the trousers down her legs and slide them off completely. I gazed in wonder at what was revealed – my first sight in sexual arousal of a grown woman’s pelvis, her sex barely covered by a pair of thin lacy bikini panties in matching colour with her bra. In order to remove Miss Harper’s trousers, I had risen to a sitting position, beside her right hip. My teacher reached out, cupped my chin in her hands for a moment, and then rubbed her thumb gently across my pursed lips – which has a very erogenous effect. Her fingers fell to my throat, and I knelt transfixed as she loosened and removed my striped school tie and then unbuttoned my shirt from the collar to the navel. Tugging it open, she reached inside with both hands to grasp the smooth cups of my plain white bra, and I gave a gasp as my maturing breasts were for the first time ever fondled by another woman in sexual desire. Encouraged by my evident pleasure at her actions, my teacher slipped my shirt from my shoulders and then reached around me to unsnap the backband of my bra, and deftly she removed both items. For just a moment, I was self conscious, very aware that I was naked above the waist, that my breasts were swinging free, and that my tits were rigidly sticking out and almost throbbing. Miss Harper had the ideal solution to that, and she propped herself up on one elbow as she steered my nearest nipple into her expert mouth. She gave each breast equal attention, making me almost swoon from the erotic sensations that flowed from her licking and sucking and even – aaaahhh! – gentle nibbling with her teeth. I looked down at Miss Harper’s panties, where I could see the shape of her slit, and with a trembling hand I smoothed lightly along it, pressing the soft material into a cameltoe effect. My teacher gave a delighted shiver at my touch, and then told me to remove her panties and – which gave me an electric thrill – to kiss her pussy. I swallowed, but moved to do her bidding without a shred of hesitation – for this was what I had always wanted, and at long last it was coming true. As soon as I had peeled Miss Harper’s lacy panties down her legs and over her feet, she shifted position to part her thighs, giving me my first entrancing view of adult female pudenda. I thought that my mature teacher was the most incredibly sexy sight in the whole world, as she lay sprawled on her back, stripped down to only her bra and a pair of black hold-up stockings, and with her cunt openly exposed. I wonder now, looking back on it – was that the first hint, the first moment of her submissiveness to me, and my first taste of the heady flavour of dominance? Miss Harper looked up at me with half-glazed eyes and a sultry expression of wanton desire that thrilled me even more, and reached down with her right hand to spread her puffy pink labia apart. ‘Christine ... dear, darling, Christine ... if you truly want this, if this is the life for you, then don’t worry, Chrissie – your secret is safe with me, because it is part of my secret, and that must be kept safe – but you must promise me, Chrissie, you must promise me that whatever happens here ... whatever we do together ... there will be no mention of it ever to anyone else, not ever, for any reason, do you promise? I couldn’t help thinking that it was a little late to ask this, given our already half-undressed state of love-making, but of course it was more than fine by me, and I hastened to give her every assurance of my silence and discretion. After all, as I told her, I could not afford for any of my family or friends to suspect my lesbian nature (although, as I said this, I did make a brief mental reservation not to include Katie in this ban – of course, I wouldn’t tell her anything about Miss Harper, but I might give her some easy, even obvious, opportunities to make a move on me, if she was so inclined as to want to ... as I was beginning to think and hope that she just might be). I followed up my promise of silence by sealing it with a kiss – in this case, not on the mouth, but by leaning over and licking my teacher’s pussy avidly from end to end. It was my first taste of cunt, and at once it became my favourite flavour of all time. I gained in confidence and licked more boldly and firmly all around her Venus mound, and in response Miss Harper moaned and spread her legs wide apart. ‘Oh, Chrissie, that’s good – that feels so good’, she gasped, ‘oh, babe! you’re a natural ... that feels wonderful!’ My crouching posture made my breasts swing free and emphasised their rounded fullness, and Miss Harper reached under my chest to stroke and squeeze them. This had a delightful, electrifying effect, and with a whimper I plunged my tongue deep into her moist pink gash and squirmed it around. I didn’t have any real idea of what to do, so I just followed the policy of being as vigorous and enthusiastic as possible, and hoping that some of what I was doing would have the right effect. It certainly did! After just a moment, Miss Harper gasped and I felt a tremor run through her, and a sudden wetness flushed her pussy, leaving a slightly salty and tangy taste in my mouth. I raised my head for a second and gazed up the length of her body, past the upthrust mounds encased in her bra, and saw to my delight an expression of stunned amazement on my teacher’s face. ‘Fuck!’ she murmured, ‘I’ve just come – and I never come that easily, never! You ARE a natural, Chrissie, really and truly, you are!’ Then, with a smile, she showed me another wonder. She gave a pat on my right hip, indicating that I should swing round, and at once I realised what she had in mind. I turned a quick half-circle, still on my hands and knees, and ended up with my butt in the air in front of her face, and my head poised above her pelvis. Miss Harper ran her hands appreciatively up my legs, starting from my knees and then sliding up the outside of my thighs, under my school uniform skirt. When she reached my hips, with a flourish she tossed the skirt upwards so that it fell over my lower back, draping downwards and leaving my panties fully exposed. My teacher stroked my butt for a few seconds, kneading my ass-cheeks in a firm and arousing grip. ‘I want to eat you’, she whispered, a hoarse note of desire giving her voice a touch of vibrato; ‘I want to make you come for me!’ She slid her fingers across the gusset of my white panties, making me shudder with anticipation, and then she twisted the strip of damp fabric and tugged it to one side – and for the first time, a woman took my cunt in her hand, squeezed my mound, ran her fingers over my pussy, and then delicately parted my labia and slipped her fingertips into my vagina. I gasped and squealed and moaned at the incredible eroticism of the sensations caused by her touch, which were magnified by the knowledge that my teacher – my teacher!! – was seducing me, taking me, fucking me! ‘Oh, Miss H.! Aaaaahhhh – yes, Miss H., oh! fucking-fuck, that’s amazing!’ I gasped, almost incoherent. ‘Go down!’ she grunted in reply, ‘Go down on me – c’mon, Chrissie, we’ll do it together, we’ll cum together – you for me, and, aaahh! yes, you do me, please – make me come for you again!’ It sounded like the best idea since bread came sliced, and I lost not a second in putting it into effect. In any case, my arms felt so weak from the pussy-stroking she was still giving me that I probably couldn’t have held myself up any longer! Either way, my head plunged down onto her crotch, and I resumed my eager lapping. Miss Harper gave a sharp gasp as I squirmed my fingers in beside my cheeks to probe her pussy, holding her labia apart so as to delve my tongue into my school-teacher’s hot wet vaginal hole. In return, she drew my ass downwards, and I folded at the knees until my cunt was resting on her face, and she completed the 69 by sucking the folds of my pussy into her mouth, nibbling them teasingly, and then spearing her firm and experienced tongue in between them. She knew just where to find the female clitoris, and in seconds was abrading mine with her tongue, and then sucking and squeezing it. Of course, no one had ever done such a thing to me before, and it was truly mind-blowing! Miss Harper had taken a firm grip of my hips, but even so she nearly lost it as my back arched and my torso jerked convulsively. I gave a short high-pitched scream, my first proper orgasm exploded, and I collapsed on of my teacher like a floundering fish. After a few seconds, I slid sideways off my mature lover, and then curled up against her prone body, my cunt resting against her hip. But there was to be no rest for the wicked (and, oh girl! am I wicked!), for Miss Harper had made me come before her, and still hungered for her own satisfaction. She took my hand and paced it in top of her mound, and then huskily begged me to ‘finish me off – do me, make me cum again!’ Again, she helped her teenage novice, by pulling her cunt open – far wider and more roughly than I would have dared at that time – and then she grasped my hand and rammed two of my fingers into her gash like a homing missile. For a moment, she kept a grip of my wrist as she alternately pushed my fingers deep and far into herself, and then slid them out almost to the tips, before slapping them back in again. I looked in amazement – and unbridled desire – at the wantonness of her gaping pussy and the sloppy juices that were coating my pistoning fingers. Giving the clear instruction that I must neither stop nor slow down, Miss Harper released my hand and let me carry on with the finger-fucking, and whilst I did so she reached upwards, tugged her bra-straps from her shoulders, and pulled the cups downwards to expose her heavy breasts. To my fascination, she took one pinnacle of aroused nipple in each hand, and rolled it between her thumb and forefinger, before squeezing tightly, tugging and jerking. ‘Good girl!’ moaned the adult lesbian, beginning to squirm slightly in the coiling tension of pre-orgasmic anticipation, ‘Yeah, that’s good, girl – ooooohh, yes!! SO good, yeah – more, more, do me more! Faster, yeah – faster ’n harder ’n more, yeah, harder – do it MORE! FUCK ME HARDER! Oh-oh-oh-ah-oooohhh, I’m gonna CUM, AAAHH!!’ I was so thrilled to hear these sexual imprecations spewing from my mature teacher’s mouth, and to see her swept away in red hot lust because of what I was doing to her body. Miss Harper closed her eyes, thrust her hips upwards, and then released one of her tits in order to seize my hand again, drill my extended fingers hard into her pussy, and then hold them there as she bucked in orgasmic release, letting out a long howl of jubilation. After this, her arms flopped down at her sides, and she lay almost motionless. However, if she was temporarily satiated, I had been aroused to fever pitch, and I wanted more, much more – and something very special in particular. I half-rose, and settled in a straddle across her pelvis, my wet pussy resting against the top ridge of her pubic bone. I began to stroke and play with her amazingly full breasts, entranced by their pooling softness, and looked her in the eye. ‘Do more with me, Miss H.! Don’t stop there – do more! Go all the way, go on, do me all the way!’ Her mouth dropped half-open, as she stared at me in surprise. With one hand, she delicately teased my labia apart and then slid her index finger into me for a short distance, until it encountered my unbroken hymen. ‘You’re still a virgin, Chrissie! ... oh, I shouldn’t, no ... really ... and, anyway, you might not like it’, she replied cautiously. I had no doubts – I had never, ever, been more sure of anything in my life. I had come into this bedroom as an innocent and inexperienced girl, and I intended to leave it as a fully-initiated well-fucked lesbian. ‘I’m sure’, I said with the ring of absolute conviction unmistakeable in my voice; ‘I’ve always known I’m a lesbian, and I’ve been dreaming and longing and wanting this for the last three years – and you’re so hot and so fucking sexy, and you know what to do, you know how to – so I want you to take it, be my first – please, oh please do!’ She swallowed, but having come this far – which was thrillingly further than faster than she had intended – there was no reason to stop and deny me now, and maybe much to lose if I was left unsatisfied. Almost pensively, she rubbed her fingertip against my membrane a few more times, and then nodded her agreement. ‘For you, sweet Christine – for you, my lovely girl, yes – I will, in fact I’d be honoured to take your cherry.’ My teacher laid me out on my back in the middle of her king-size double bed, removing my skirt and panties. I was now completely naked apart from my white knee-high knitted cotton socks – their retention was quite a turn on, for it seemed to emphasise my nudity elsewhere in a way that being completely naked would not have done. Before she could even ask, I spread my legs wide apart, offering her my pussy. ‘Take me!’ I begged, ‘make me a woman, and make me yours!’ Miss Harper smiled with pleasurable anticipation, and then she crossed the room to the set of drawers on the other side. From this she produced an object that made me gasp in delight and my heart sing out with joy – for I knew that it was a strap-on dildo, an object which I had dreamed about and lusted after for so long, but had never actually seen before. It was the one with the internal vibrator to excite its wearer, as well as the bigger – rather alarmingly large, it seemed to me then – external dildo for fucking another woman. My teacher quickly explained how it worked, and then I watched with avid interest as she stepped into the harness and pushed the internal vibrator into her own pussy, before tightening the waist and leg straps. Then my hot mature teacher knelt on the bed between my parted thighs, and eased herself forwards until the tip of the external dildo was in line with my slit, and almost touching it. ‘Are you really sure about this, Christine?’ Miss Harper checked one last time, adding: ‘you know, it does hurt a bit on the first time – I’ll try to be gentle, or rather, I’ll try to be quick with that part ... it’s better done like a short sharp jab, not dragged out!’ ‘Oh, God, yes!’ I gasped, already feeling happy and liberated, even before she took me. ‘Please, yes, Miss H., I am quite, quite sure ... so please, fuck me, and make it real hard too.’ She placed her hands just above my hip bones, taking a bracing grip, and eased the tip of the dildo into my pussy, sliding it slowly forwards until it met the resistance of my virginity. She gazed down at me and I looked back up at her, admiring the fullness of her naked breasts that swung so enticingly above my face, as we both imprinted this magical moment in our memories forever. Then she pursed her lips to blow me a kiss, and with no other warning thrust downwards with her pelvis in one firm confident motion, neither too fast nor too slow, that almost effortlessly pushed the tip of the dildo through my hymen and ploughed about an inch further into my vaginal tube. The pain – if it really could be called that, as it was more of a sting and a jab – was over in an instant, though it made me give a short involuntary cry and to reach out to grasp her waist with both my hands. ‘Do you want me stop?’ asked Miss Harper, as my breath came in short pants for a moment. I shook my head in emphatic negation of that suggestion, and then shifted my buttocks on the bed into a position that opened up my pussy even more. ‘No, don’t stop!’ I gasped, ‘it’s fine, in fact it’s wonderful – do more, go deeper – fuck me, c’mon, fuck me real hard and make me come!’ ‘Jesus, Chrissie!’ said my teacher, smiling and raising an eyebrow in appreciation, ‘you aren’t just a nymph, you’re a nymphomaniac!’ ‘Mmmm, like I said, Miss H.,’ I replied, ‘I know I’m a les, and I’ve been waiting for this for years – and I’m sure not missing out on anything now! So, fuck me, don’t worry, don’t hold back – I promise, I really want it ... I really need it!’ My teacher began to slide the dildo in and out of me, at first just for short distances and quite slowly – which had the effect of turning me on and setting my juices to lubricate the entry of the plastic phallus. Then she built up the pace, pushing deeper into me, and the stimulation mounted inexorably. I began to moan and whimper in arousal, and my hands released her waist – first to clutch my own tits and maul at them, and then, in the final seconds before climax, to claw at the bedsheet beside me, as my back arched upwards and I came in a way that was more deeply satisfying than I could ever have imagined. It felt so right, so good, and so fucking damn sexy! ‘Thank you, Miss H.!’ I whispered, after I had slumped back down and managed to catch my breath; ‘oh, thank you, that was amazing – so wonderful, so good!’ Miss Harper smiled down at me, the almost naked schoolgirl of half her age who was sprawled underneath her, and slowly she slid the strap-on cock out of my cunt. She reached across to the bedside table and took a couple of tissues from a box, using them to wipe the plastic rod clean. As she tossed the used tissues aside, I caught a glimpse of redness on one of them, but that was the only visible sign of the surrender of my virginity. Miss Harper unbuckled the straps of the dildo’s harness and eased it down her legs, withdrawing the internal vibrating shaft from her own pussy as she did so, and switching it off. She was about to drop the strap-on over the side of the bed when I reached out and took it from her. For a moment I admired it, and then I looked at her boldly. ‘I want to do you – I want to fuck you with this, right now!’ My teacher really did look shocked at this statement, but I could sense her underlying eagerness. I reminded her again that my tongue had been hanging out for lesbo sex for nearly three years now, and I added that fantasising about wearing a strap-on was what turned me on the most. Even so, Miss Harper was worried that it might bruise my tender pussy and hurt me, and so whilst she agreed, after some more pleading and persuasion, she also insisted that if I wore the strap-on, the internal vibrator must be switched off. I didn’t mind this stipulation, especially not after she offered to put the harness on me. I knelt on the bed, and my adult lover slid the internal dildo into my vagina and then buckled the straps tightly into place. The feel of the dildo harness around my waist and hips felt so good, so natural, just like it had always belonged there. The heavy weight of the external plastic rod thrilled me completely, as I imagined plunging it into my school-teacher’s cunt. I felt exultant in the confirmation of all my long-held fantasies – for whilst some of these involved various adult women (especially Miss Harper) seducing me and making love to me, still more of them had pictured me fucking a woman or a girl, usually giving it to them hard and fast with a strap-on. Oh, yes, I knew that whilst I could and would ‘take it’ as a bottom, my true nature was as a ‘top’, and a dominant one at that. Lying back again on the bed, my teacher drank in the sight of her pretty student, with my slim teenage body buck-naked apart from the innocent-looking white school socks and the shocking contrast of the jet black strap-on, with its leather straps and shiny bulbous plastic pillar, and she asked me how I wanted her. I laughed, and replied: ‘All the time and every way, that’s how I want you!’ and then, carried away in the lust-soaked heat of the moment, I added: ‘and that’s how I’ll fucking have you, too!’ A strange expression crossed Miss Harper’s attractive features, a mixture of surprise and very definite excitement and desire, and she murmured – almost too softly for me to hear – ‘mmm, have me ... oh! yes, have me.’ I moved between my teacher’s strong thighs, stroking the firm muscles of her legs as I did so, and in response she spread them further apart, proferring her gaping cunt for my use. I acted on a kind of instinct, or rather an instinct which had been honed by many nights of solo masturbatory fantasies. Positioning myself slightly above her, I pushed the cum-streaked pillar of hard plastic into Miss Harper’s hole – not really roughly, but my lack of hesitation caused her to give a gasp of thrilled surprise. I shook my head, took a deep breath, and then I levered myself up, supported only by my knees and hands resting on the bed, and I began a sharp rocking pivot from the waist which speared the dildo deep into her, sinking it five inches with the first thrust alone. Miss Harper began to moan, and this encouraged me to increase both the pace and force of my penetrations, and I began to give a deep grunting release of breath each time that I thrust downwards, so hard now that there was an audible wet slap as the faceplate of the dildo harness smacked home against her parted and puffed-out labia. Miss Harper scrunched her eyes closed and began to give short broken cries, with only odd words intelligible here and there, all of which seemed to be pleas for a harder, rougher fucking. That just turned up my gas, and I began an uninhibited pounding of her pussy. ‘Fuck you! Yeah, fuck you now, right now!’ I heard myself muttering, and then: ‘Take it, yeah ... fucking take it, bitch!’ My teacher’s eyes flew wide open, and for just a second I was afraid that I had gone too far, that she was outraged or angry ... but at once I saw that it was quite the opposite, that my bad words were acting like an aphrodisiac on the mature woman. Her nostrils were flared, her eyes staring and dilated with lust, and she was drooling saliva in between gasping pleas for me to say more dirty things, and to fuck her harder and rougher. I was more than happy to give my utmost in fulfilling all three requests. I put an extra savage jerk and twist of my hips into shafting her vagina with the dildo, whilst continuing even more loudly to promise that I would ‘fucking have you’ and ‘fucking do you’, and calling her a bitch, a cunt, a slut, a dirty dyke and even a whore. My teacher lay sprawled beneath me in dazed submission, surrendering her wonderful mature body with its ripe rounded tits and ass to my stampeding lust, and whimpering and shuddering in a supine helplessness that was a stunningly erotic inversion of the assured competence and control that she always showed in the classroom. It was in that moment that the dynamics between us shifted, so profoundly and irrevocably that it was almost a physical sensation. I was aware that by some inexplicable process I was now in command over this woman of twice my age, who in our other life within the school was in authority over me ... but not now, not here in the bedroom. Here the dominance was mine, which excited me just as much as it did her. I felt a sense of exultation, and in the heat of the moment I took things even further. With my pelvis pumping away as fast as I could go, pistoning the plastic rod in and out of her pussy with frantic speed, I seized her breasts with both my hands and began to roughly maul and knead them – and then to slap and pinch them! Far from ordering me to stop, this clearly stoked her furnace, and she almost screamed out for more as she shuddered in a climax which was so powerfully convulsive that she actually unbalanced me, and with a surprised shriek I toppled over sideways onto the bed. I had enough presence of mind to release her breasts and grab her by the waist as I started to fall, so that I was able to keep my pelvis and cunt pressed tightly against hers – and thereby keep the rod of the dildo deep inside her vaginal tube. I used the opportunity of bracing my feet against the mattress to give her several final penetrations, jerking my hips with almost vicious intensity, and a scream was wrenched from Miss Harper’s throat as her body quaked again with a second tidal wave of orgasms. These left her lying sprawled and sweat-soaked, staring blankly at the ceiling and gasping for breath with her mouth hanging open. My teacher-bitch might think that she was finished and done, but I was far from ready to do so. I slid the dildo back out of her cunt whilst her body was still twitching with the aftershocks, and undid the harness buckles and discarded it as quickly as I could. Before Miss Harper had finished gasping in ecstasy, I straddled her prone form and plunged my pussy down onto her face. I was so fired up that I positively snarled my orders at her: ‘Eat me, you lezzie bitch! Eat my cunt, fuckin’ eat me out and make me come, you slut! – you’re fucking gonna make me come, bitch!’ My need for orgasmic release was so intense after the exhilaration of rough-fucking and dominating my teacher that I would have overborne any resistance that she might have offered, but in fact there was none, as she surrendered herself totally to my dictation. Miss Harper began at once to lick and suck on my labia, and then to curl her tongue and slide it into my vagina. When I reached behind to brace myself in position, my hands found her upthrust breasts, and almost without thinking I pulled on her tits and pinched them. It turned out to be the right thing to do – certainly there were no complaints, whilst it galvanised her into even more frenetic and vigorous pussy-eating. I was still so highly-charged from the eroticism of demolition-fucking a mature woman twice my own age that it took only a few seconds until my breath caught in my throat, my stomach muscles tightened, my pert breasts jiggled wildly in the air, and my hips juddered and shook, as I climaxed yet again. After this, we were both satiated and quite exhausted. I let my teacher gather me into her arms for a soft and soothing embrace, and I snuggled up to her and cuddled against the warm pillow of her breasts. In fact, I dozed off for a little while, but Miss Harper woke me up and said that I had better get on home before anyone became worried about where I was. I took a quick shower and enjoyed having her (still naked) towelling my body dry, and with difficulty we managed to resist the temptation to begin another marathon sex session. So, that is how it started, with that very first time setting the tone. Miss Harper told me on my next visit that she had never before experienced sex that was so hot and so deeply satisfying. She said that she had never previously given a thought to the possibility that she was a submissive, as she had often been the one to seduce other girls, and usually she took the initiative in the subsequent love-making as well. My teacher looked almost thunderstruck as she added that the way in which I had taken her at the end had thrilled her so much, and that she now realised what was missing, what had been the ingredient lacking in her previous relationships. Then she amazed me, as she sank to her knees on the bedroom floor in front of me, kissed my feet, and begged me to fuck her with the strap-on: ‘please, do it real hard, oh! please, Chrissie – rip it into me as hard as you can’. On this second occasion, I was still fully dressed, but it was easy for me to lift my school uniform skirt, part my legs, and gesture downwards at my panties. Miss Harper hastened to comply, almost falling over herself with eagerness, and she did not even need to be told that once my panties had been pulled down, she was to eat me out, good and proper. As she worked her magic, I grasped the back of her head, and ground her face into my pussy as I came, with my first – but most definitely not last – orgasm of this second visit. As it roared down upon me, I began to swear at her, and once again that had a profound effect on my normally neat and restrained teacher. She was anything but that now, with her long blonde hair stuck to her sweat-sheened face and shoulders, and the sight of her submissiveness turned me on even more. I hauled her to her feet, roughly divested her of her suit jacket and blouse, and seized and squeezed her breasts – first in her bra, and then, after yanking down the protective cups, the soft malleable flesh itself. Once again I donned the strap-on harness, and once again I fucked her hard, fast and deep, for as long as I could – which, as I am a fit and athletic teenager, was a long time, and in fact Miss Harper nearly passed out after she orgasmed for the fifth time. I was drunk on the heady wine of lust, and drilled her hole unmercifully, alternating being doing her in the missionary position and making her kneel on all fours and stick her ass out for doggy-fucking ... a position which I decided that I liked her in most of all, and I pounded her pussy even harder, gripping her hips and pushing her moaning, drooling, whimpering face down on the bedsheet. This was how I learned that what really turned us both on was for me to dominate her, to fuck her as fiercely and nastily as I could manage. The more that she gave, the more I took, and the relationship of sexual power between us tilted ever more in my direction. The more aggressive that I got, and the more foul words that I used, the more she liked it – she melted like chocolate, all sweet and soft and sticky, and oh! so tasty. And, even better, the more aggressive that I got, the more it turned me on – and the more I wanted to dominate her, to turn the generational tables and take this mature woman of twice my years, to make her moan and sob and plead, and never to stop my merciless fucking of her capacious cunt. The more that our sex became less like romantic love-making and more like a brutal assault, the more we both got off on it – my teacher playing the role of the ‘victim’, the violated submissive, with me as the merciless schoolgirl dominatrix into whose sapphic clutches she had fallen, and now had to suffer the pussy-pulverising and cunt-grinding consequences. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * My thoughts swoop back to the here and now, to the small terraced house and its upstairs bedroom that smells muskily of warm bodies, sweat and female cum. That moment of reflection has refreshed me and restored my libido – which, as every teenager of either sex well knows, only takes a matter of nanoseconds anyway. Oh yeah, I’m ready to ride this bitch again! As if she senses it – and she might, because we seem so sexually attuned, in our opposite but matching Ying and Yang – Miss Harper rolls onto her back and lies there, waiting to be used again, her eyes shining and her face flushed bright pink. I reach down, and dip my index finger into her vagina, scooping up some of her cum-juice and bringing it back to my mouth to savour its smell and taste, as I run my finger across my half-open lips and the tip of my tongue. ‘You hole’, I growl, ‘I’m gonna fuckin’ use you, use you so hard – you’re in it for it, slut, I’m gonna drill you, deeper than they drill for oil!’ Her eyes widen, with just that hint of fear lurking behind her anticipation that is such a turn-on for a dominant dyke like me. I’m not usually this forceful the second time, in fact sometimes I’m quite gentle, and even let her set the pace, letting her worship at my breasts and pussy as I know she wants to do. But not today – today I feel so strong, so powerful, I feel like I could dom her again and again, take her down not just a second time but a third as well, and fuck her until she faints. Just to make sure she gets the message, I grab both of her ample breasts and maul them roughly, making her wince at this renewed rough handling of her tender soft flesh. Before she can react any further, I give a sharp slap to the inner thighs of both her legs, accompanied by my growled command: ‘Spread’em, slit-bitch, spread’em wide and show me your hole, you fucker, I wanna see your fucking hole!’ Miss Harper gives a whimper that sends tingles of anticipatory lust up and down my spine. However, there is no resistance in her – sexually, she completely belongs to me, and she knows it too. My teacher shifts position fractionally in order to swing her legs open as instructed, and she makes no attempt to cover or protect her naked cunt. I reach to the top of the bed and pull towards me one of the large firm pillows, almost barrel-like in its solid roundness, and then I give a slap to my teacher’s hip and point my finger upwards in wordless command. Miss Harper obediently lifts her ass high off the bed, and I push the pillow underneath, so that her pelvis remains hoisted in the air, with her pussy offered up like a sacrificial lamb. The mature woman gives a kind of throaty purr, and with one hand she rubs at her clit whilst with the other she pulls her labia apart, all the time keeping her eyes intently fixed on my face. ‘Cunt me, Chrissie ... please, please, cunt me, babe – cunt me hard, c’mon, please – cunt me real hard!’ I raise my eyebrows in slightly surprised appreciation, for during the last few weeks this has become her special term for being put on her back and getting her vagina violated as hard and rough as I can in the classic ‘missionary position’. Clearly, I am not the only one who is super-charged today, who is high on oestrogen and the sweet nectar of pussy-cum. I look down at her proffered gash with some feeling of admiration for my teacher’s sexual stamina – for she is hungry to be taken again, eager to surrender her body to my overpowering sexual dominance. ‘Shit! ... you dirty slut!’ I whisper; ‘You whoring-lezzie-nympho-cunt – you’d better be ready, bitch, you’d better be ready to take it real good, yeah! cos I’m gonna drill your hole so deep, I’m gonna stretch you so wide, I’m gonna pulverise your fuckin’ pussy so hard!’ I see her give a little shiver, and I know that my words are having the desired effect – setting her heart to racing and her pulse pounding, and down in her cunt loosening her up, arousing her, getting her wet and open. I climb into place, poised above her prone body in a position something like doing press-ups – and indeed, apart from the fact that I am wearing a strap-on dildo which will thrust into her vagina every time that I descend, the motion that I will use to fuck her is very like doing press-ups, but fast and jerky, slamming down with all the weight of my body behind it. I pause for a few seconds, stretching the moment before I stretch her pussy, making her wait in heightening anticipation, and I gaze downwards at her. Jesus, I think, if only my classmates could see her now – no longer the stylish, calm, professional and authoritative teacher who is always effortlessly in control of her classroom, but a stripped, shagged, submissive, sapphic slut! I wonder how many of the other girls in the class would want to queue up behind me, panting for a turn with the strap-on and the chance to fuck our attractive mature teacher into insensibility. I’ll bet that aggressive and big-busted black beauty Marlene would – I’ve been getting a few curious assessing glances and an interesting vibe from her lately – and probably red-headed long-legged sporty Sally, who I’ve noticed doesn’t seem interested in boys even though they are clearly interested in her ... and perhaps, perhaps my lovely Katie too? Oooh! These sapphic speculations send shivers down my spine, and a really wicked gleam comes into my eyes as I gaze possessively at Miss Harper’s proffered body and her utterly vulnerable pussy. Oh, yes – I’ll ‘cunt’ you, you bitch, I’ll ‘cunt’ you until you are begging me to stop, and maybe still more! I think Miss Harper senses my mood, for her nipples jut up like granite peaks, her tongue flecks over her lips, and she gives a soft whimpering moan. She has time for nothing more, as my assault on her body begins. Raising my knees to align the dildo with her pink opening, I drive downwards, spearing it into her as easily as sinking a hot knife through butter. Deliberately, I make the first withdrawal slow, teasing and tantalising the myriad of nerve endings that line the walls of her vagina. Miss Harper gives a groan, and I thrust into her again, all the time looking down at her face, with red hot lust shining from my eyes. This time, I take her more slowly, knowing that it will have even greater effects. She has clutched her tits in her hands now, and is mashing them together and pulling on her own nipples. I smack her hands aside, and seize her breasts for my own use, mauling and pinching them. My breathing is coming faster now, in short shallow breaths, as my hips shunt forwards and backwards and the hard plastic rod of the dildo goes in and out of her cunt like a slickly-lubricated battering ram. Now I shift my stance a little – not for a second letting up on the pulverising pussy-shafting that I am dealing out, but drilling her more slightly below the horizontal, so that the dildo creams through the length of her slit, and impacts with explosive intensity upon her swollen and tender clitoris. I slide my arms under her back, and then grip her shoulders from below. This gives me a solid anchorage, and with this leverage I can now step up the pace and power of the penetrations. My teacher starts to emit short barking cries, nasal and low-pitched, wordless and yet speaking volumes, all of which could be translated into the single phrase – ‘fuck me!’ I do something that she doesn’t expect, which sets shivers running through her. I pivot her legs upwards, so that she is lying on the pillow in an L-shape, in which the base of letter is her back and its upright is her legs. Once she is in this position, I take each leg by its ankle, and swing them about two feet apart. Sure enough, down below where her legs join, I am slamming the dildo in and out of her pussy like there was no tomorrow. I keep her upright legs at full stretch, and lean my weight against back of her thighs and calves, with my breasts pushing against the latter. I can see that my steady pace of sliding the dildo in and out is getting to her, as her throat works to swallow the saliva in her mouth. She looks up at me with round-eyed supplication, and I don’t even need to know what she asks – firstly, because her desire is predictable, and secondly, because it’s what I’m gonna give her anyway: a hard, fast, relentless, even brutal, dildo-fuck. Miss Harper is fast losing control now – her hands release her breasts and are flung wide, making no attempt at all to prevent my abuse of her poor tender titties. Her thighs are trembling, the muscles of her pelvis and stomach are visibly in spasm, saliva runs from the corner of her wide-open mouth, and her eyes are unfocused. She is making animal noises somewhat akin to a grunting piglet, interspersed with the occasional yowl, and I know her dam is near to bursting. I have carefully kept silent since entering her with the dildo, but now I sense that the psychological moment has come. I pause my thrusts for a few seconds, and then accompany each of my words with a hard-slamming deep-delving penetration, adding a curling motion like a corkscrew to double the effect: ‘You’re [thrust] ... gonna [thrust] ... get it [thrust] ... bitch!’ [thrust] ‘Yeah! [thrust] ... hard, yeah [hard thrust] ... fuckin’ slut! [harder thrust] Now I was getting near to a climax as well, and it was time to finish her off: [slow withdrawal] ‘take it!’ [hard thrust] [quicker withdrawal] ‘I’m gonna!’ [harder thrust] [fast withdrawal] ‘FUCK!’ [savage thrust] [withdrawal only half-way] ‘YOU! YEAH, FUCK YOU, BITCH!’ ‘aaahhhhh! EAAAAGGHH!’ [orgasm – mine and my teacher’s, simultaneously] When we have both finished climaxing, and the sticky juices have coursed over our cunts and dripped down between our legs, I pull the plastic cock out of her hole and undo the strap-on’s harness. Then my teacher slips sideways down onto the mattress, and I shove the pillow out of the way – in fact, so forcefully that it disappears over the side of the bed – and lie down beside her. Miss Harper holds me close, almost as if she fears I might slip away from her, and she kisses my face and then my lips, long and tenderly. ‘Thank you, Chrissie’, she whispers, ‘that was so good, thank you ... mistress ...’ I am delighted, for it is the first time that she has called me that, that she has verbally acknowledged me as her dominant ... me, a girl half her age, a schoolgirl who sits so obediently in her classroom during the day – but who knows exactly what she craves in her bedroom, exactly how to take her to the limits of need, and beyond. In a relationship like ours, age has nothing to do with it – it is only the sexual authority that matters, and this you can have regardless of whether you are young or old. In fact, it arouses and excites Miss Harper even more to surrender herself and become the sexual plaything of a young girl – and, still more humiliatingly, one of her very own students. It thrills us both to the core that the tables are completely turned when we come here, for then I am in charge and she is the one taking my instructions, as we both relish every second of our after-school delights. If you enjoyed this, check out my other stories ... you might like them too ... (to find them, follow the author link at the top of this story)

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2009 A hot blonde in an open-top sports car, her hair whipping behind her as she speeds along a quiet country road on a golden summer evening – what more could a traffic cop ask for? I was on my way home, around 8.00 p.m., having stayed late at the office working on my company’s annual accounts. The bright red Ferrari was a bit of an indulgence, but the business had been making good profits for nearly three years now, and I had plenty of cash in the bank. I had always wanted a car like this, and on this sweet warm evening I had the top down and my straight blonde hair was blowing free in the slipstream. I was impatient to get home after a long day, and I had only owned the sports car for a couple of months and was still not used to the way its powerful engine responded to the lightest pressures on the gas pedal; it was easy to let the speed creep up, and to be honest I was finding it exhilarating, enjoying having the little-used road all to myself – or so I thought. I flashed past a stand of trees where a narrow side lane branched off, and out of the corner of my eye saw a glint of something glass or metallic reflecting the setting sun. Seconds later, a highway patrol car appeared in my rear-view mirror, with the red-and-blue lights on top flashing and the siren howling. ‘Oh, shit! Double-shit!!’ I thought, my carefree mood vanishing into the dust behind me. We were on a straight section with a flat sandy verge, and I indicated, slowed down, turned onto it and stopped, killing the engine. In the sudden evening hush, the police cruiser pulled over about ten yards behind me, and switched off its siren and lights. I sighed, because I knew how tempting I must look to the guy in the patrol car. I was 32 years old, but in very good shape – I’ve always been a sporty girl, and I still make time for a forty-minute workout each day when I get home, on top-quality exercise equipment. I have kept the figure – and most of the looks – that earned me a good living as a fashion model from the age of 18 to 25; not a ‘super-model’ famous to the public, but successful and in-demand in the industry, particularly in the east coast states and the mid-west. I am quite tall, at five feet ten inches, long-legged and slim-figured, but with a little more curve to my butt and bust than you might expect from first glance. My hair is natural blonde, and falls straight to just below my shoulders; normally I keep it tied in a pony tail or gathered at the nape of the neck. I have a slightly exotic face, with grey eyes and high cheekbones, both coming from the same Germanic ancestry that provided my blonde hair. I also like to wear smart and sexy clothes at work – if you’ve got the shape, why hide it away? In any case, as I owned the company, there was no one to tell me different! My outfits were always professional, of course, but they tended to be figure-hugging and I particularly favoured short skirts that showed off my long shapely legs. What I was wearing on this day was fairly typical: a lovely one-piece lambswool dress, in the lightest of light greys. It was long-sleeved and becomingly modest in the top part, with a high ribbed roll-neck and a gathered circular neckline below that. Where it abruptly ceased to be modest was in its tight fit to my curves, the shape of the bra cups encasing my breasts being quite visible, and in the short drop of its woollen hem, which came less than halfway down my thighs – the tops of my black hold-ups tended to come into view when I was sitting down, as now. To set it off, around my waist was loosely slung a broad black belt with a silver buckle, and I had a large pair of stylish wrap-around sunshades, which I had been using in place of goggles. Only my shoes were not chic; they were a sensible plain black, flat-soled variety, chosen for comfort – and also because, as I am taller than most people already, I don’t need the extra lift of high-heels. I drew my knees together and hurriedly tugged the hem of the woollen skirt downwards, hiding the lace-and-elastic tops of the hold-ups, and trying to look ladylike and demure. I didn’t want this guy to get any funny ideas – if he thought I would give him a blow-job or something to avoid getting a speeding ticket, he was in for a disappointment. I had not had a man’s penis in any of my holes since I was seventeen; for the last fifteen years I had been strictly a girl-lover only, and I had no intention of deviating from that now – I would far rather take the penalty and pay the fine! All this flashed through my mind in a split second, as I was cursing my bad luck – on such a lonely road and tucked in amongst those trees, the cop car had surely been lying in wait for a victim, and I had fallen headlong into the speed trap. I heard the door of the police cruiser click open, and glanced idly in my wing mirror – and then stiffened in shock. Advancing towards the rear of my Ferrari was not a male police officer – but a woman! A quick second glance suggested that she was attractive and striking, tall and quite imposing in the severe uniform, with its dark blue knee-length skirt, light blue shirt and black utility belt holding various gadgets – including her pistol holster – around her waist. She was also wearing shades below her peaked uniform cap, so I could not see much of her face or work out her expression. Still, I thought with a sudden quickening of the pulse, who knows? ... and in the last seconds before she arrived at my car door, I spread my legs wide, so that the wool skirt rode up my legs revealingly, and then left them casually open, and I arched my back to pull the thin material of the dress tighter against my breasts. A figure loomed over me, silhouetted partly against the direction of the setting sun – she was a taller and more intimidating presence than I had realised. I looked up at her, and decided it was more polite if she could see my eyes, so I removed my sunglasses and said: ‘Good evening, Officer, how can I help you?’ Was there the hint of a smile about her lips? – I couldn’t be sure, it might just be my wishful imagination. ‘Good evening, Ma’am’, she responded, ‘are you aware of the speed at which you were travelling?’ There was no point in my being difficult about this – it would only make matters worse, whatever direction this encounter might take. I smiled rather sheepishly, but also as one woman taking another into her confidence. ‘I’d taken my eye off the speedometer, I’m afraid, Officer; I know I shouldn’t, and I expect I was going over the limit? I haven’t had this car for long, you see, and I’m still not used to it.’ I smiled winsomely again, but did not seem to be evoking a sympathetic response. ‘Well over, Ma’am, a good twenty above the limit’, she said rather curtly. ‘Oh, dear!’ I said, rather lamely, ‘I am sorry – how careless of me!’ Although with her shades it was hard to tell, it seemed to me that she was looking down at me rather intently. As I made that last, rather feeble, remark, I let my thighs fall a little further apart, the ribbed bottom hem of my dress sliding upwards another couple of inches. I thought I detected a slight tautness in her posture as I did so, and if she were to ... Ah! I thought so, yes!! – game on, perhaps! For the police officer had shifted her stance slightly, moving just a couple of inches towards the front of my car, and turning at just such an angle ... yes, from there she would definitely be well-placed to see the crotch of my panties, which were a neat little thong in black with lace trim. Neatly done, oh! neatly done, I thought in admiration of the casual – indeed, imperceptible – way in which she had carried it off: if I hadn’t been looking out for exactly that move, I probably would have missed it. ‘Licence and registration, please’, she asked, her voice perhaps a little less cool. This gave me another opportunity to give her an eyeful, for these were in the glove compartment in front of the empty passenger seat. To reach into this and retrieve them, I had to sprawl almost across the width of the car, deliberately sticking my ass up in her direction more than was really necessary, and pretending not to realise that my skirt had rolled up nearly to my hips so that my panties were now very visible. ‘I really am sorry, Officer,’ I said, as sat back in my seat and proffered the documents to her, ‘I’m normally a very careful driver. If there’s anything I can do ...’ I let that hang in the air. She regarded me quizzically: ‘What are you meaning, Ma’am?’ ‘Oh, nothing’, I said unconvincingly, ‘I wouldn’t wish to suggest anything you would consider inappropriate.’ She gave a little snort, as if to say ‘clever answer, you avoided that trap neatly’. Then, after a cursory glance at my licence, she surprised me by remarking: ‘I know who you are – you own that little factory on McKinley Street, don’t you?’ I acknowledged that with a nod, and introduced myself properly: ‘Yes, Trudi Durhiem, that’s me.’ I wondered how she knew that: the only sign outside simply said ‘TD Plastics’, and we were a small and deliberately low-key affair. I had founded the business six years before, investing the money that I had earned whilst modelling; I designed our products and managed everything, and I employed five people – two on the production side, and three to process the orders, pack and mail them out. My question must have been obvious from my face, for she responded as if I had asked it aloud, giving a slight laugh and patting the side of my red Ferrari. ‘I’ve seen this little beauty outside there – it’s kinda noticeable – and I was curious about who drove it.’ Her next move was to say that she had to check my alcohol level, and she produced a small inhaler which I breathed into. However, after a moment she looked a little cross, shook the inhaler and then put it aside. ‘Something’s not right with that,’ she said ‘we’ll have to do this the old-fashioned way.’ Then she took two steps backwards, put her right hand on her hip just by the gun holster (but this seemed like an ingrained routine, not because she thought there was any threat from me), and gestured for me to get out of the car. I opened the long low door of the expensive sports car, and uncoiled myself from the driver’s seat; to step out, I had to spread my legs even wider in her direction, and I made sure of doing so slowly, pausing to stretch slightly as if my back was a bit stiff from the driving. I was more and more sure that she was taking in the views offered, and with interest – that time, she must have had a full view of my panties, and seen how skimpy they were. She instructed me to do the ‘walk in a straight line’ and the ‘stand on one leg’ balance and co-ordination tests, the latter of which made my skirt – which, after I had got out of the car, I had demurely pulled down to its normal position (although that was still pretty revealing!) – ride well up on one side, for a moment definitely showing the full front crotch of my thong, which I also suspected might have a noticeable damp patch by now. This authoritative woman, in her very sexy and commanding uniform, and with what looked like nice tits and a shapely ass under it, was really starting to arouse me. The police officer admitted that there was no sign of alcohol, but said she must also do a routine body search to see if I was carrying any drugs. I forbore to point out that my dress was so tight and clinging that nothing could possibly be hidden, for I was now quite sure that she was departing from the normal script and intended to exploit my situation for sexual purposes – at least, I was fervently hoping so! The next thing was that she ordered me to stand against her patrol car, with my hands flat on its roof and my legs two feet apart. She made me do this on the side of the cruiser which was away from the road, so that a passing vehicle (of which there had been only been one in all this time) would see nothing strange going on. She told me not to worry, saying that it was just a routine precaution, but it seemed anything but standard procedure as her hands slowly roamed all over my body, lingering around my butt and for still longer on my breasts. I felt every stimulating second of her touch through my thin dress, her firm hands hefting my breasts in their bra cups, squeezing them firmly and feeling the jutting hardness of my nipples. As her hands descended from their exploration of my bust, sliding down my flanks and the outside of my legs, going down to my ankles, she commented in a conversational voice: ‘I know what your company makes ...’ I was so lost in the enjoyment of her concept of a ‘search’ – it seemed much more like caressing foreplay – that the significance of that remark did not immediately register. ‘Oh?’ I said, in a weak and slightly trembling voice. Now her hands were coming back up the insides of my legs, past my knees to my inner thighs, slipping under my skirt, pushing it up to bunch around my hips, and then one of her hands was at the base of my panties, pressing them into my pussy cleft, and cupping my Venus mound in a firm grasp, forcing a soft low moan from my throat. With perfect timing, just as her hand touched the thin, damp gusset of fabric that was covering my pudenda, she leant forward and whispered in my ear: ‘... my favourite is the ten inch spiral-V three-way.’ I gasped and shuddered, partly in relief and partly from the biggest turn-on that I had ever known. For now I was certain that I was in the hands – in the power – of an experienced lesbian, who intended to make me her personal fuck-puppet. The reason was that my company makes sex toys for women, and in particular a range of strap-on dildos for the lesbian market. The ten-inch was the largest and top of our range, needing a clever three-way arrangement of straps to hold it firmly in place (I had designed this myself when I first started the business, being fed up with loose or uncomfortable strap-ons when I was giving another fashion model a good hard fucking – a lot of models are bisexual or lesbian, and between all that nakedness in the dressing rooms and often having a lot of boring waiting time on our hands, well – what’s a girl to do to keep busy and warm?). It was a niche market, in which my company was now well-established – and it was a very nice niche to be in, if you see what I mean. I particularly enjoyed the ‘market research’ and ‘product testing’ aspects of the job – and the fact that they were tax deductible business expenses was a delightful bonus! ‘Oooah … ohmigod ... yes?’ I gasped, as her probing became firmer, completely unmistakeable and powerfully possessive – she slid a finger inside the gusset of my panties, probing my puffy and aroused labia, feeling how wet and open I already was for her. She leant forwards and gave me a kiss on the back of the neck, so firm that it felt more like a bite. I gasped again, arching my back, and feeling the weight of her breasts – and the hardness of her nipples – through her crisp cotton uniform blouse. ‘I want you’, she said ‘I’ve been waiting for this opportunity – thought you were never gonna leave tonight, you got a gal all hot and horny with waiting.’ She explained that she had noticed the company name and address from the receipt enclosed with her last purchase (we only advertise in the lesbian press and have a discrete website), realised that it was manufactured in her own home town, and on checking it out had seen me stride out to my snazzy car, showing all my legs. There and then she had determined to have me, and hence this little set-up on my quiet route home. ‘Now,’ she said, ‘I’m gonna do what I’ve always wanted to do, pretty Miss Managing-Director – we’re going back to your office, and I’m gonna fuck the boss bitch on her desk!’ I nearly orgasmed just at the prospect – oh, yes, please, please do! I collapsed limply against the side of her police cruiser, and mumbled my broken assent, with words like: ‘yes, yes! oh! have me, do me there – fuck me! fuck me any way you want, please, take me!’ I am generally the dominant one when making love, partly because I’m a bit of a control freak, but for the right woman, I could be a submissive harem slave – and this was assuredly the right woman! ‘Won’t you get called away?’ I asked weakly, afraid that this might thwart the delightful and unexpected prospect ahead. ‘Oh, no, dontcha worry about that, sexy-legs!’, she answered with a laugh, and explained that her shift had ended at six o’clock, since when she had been waiting in her chosen ambush spot; she had ‘borrowed’ the police cruiser for the evening on a nod-and-a-wink basis with her watch commander (who was female, lesbian and her occasional lover; she later introduced us, but as I was nearly naked, gagged and tied spread-eagled across the bed at the time, there was not much conversation – which suited both of just fine, and the handsome older woman’s mouth, fingers and strap-on did all the talking either of us needed!). I climbed back into my Ferrari, and took a minute to compose my thoughts and settle my racing heart before starting the engine – the last thing I wanted to do was crash the car. I drove sedately back to town, the police cruiser following about thirty yards behind – not too obviously with me, and of course with lights and siren switched off. The evening twilight was just turning to darkness as I pulled up in the forecourt parking lot, in front of the small building that housed both our factory and offices. It was deserted, the last of my staff having left at least an hour before I had done so. Feeling slightly shaky in the legs, and wetter where they joined than I could remember in a long time, I let us in, switching the lights on and the alarm system off. I led the way up the one flight of stairs to the office level, very aware of her eyes on my ass as I climbed – and deliberately putting some extra enticing wiggle into the sway of my hips. We went through the outer office area, where my assistants took phone calls and internet orders, and did the packaging, and into my large and well-appointed personal office. This was where I did the design work, and so at one end there was a drawing table and a workbench; at the other, for all the administrative affairs, was my pride and joy – a large mahogany desk in a traditional design, with an inlaid tooled green leather top. It was not quite an antique, having been made in the 1930s, but it was a wonderful piece of craftsmanship. It had cost quite a lot of dollars, as had the almost matching leather high-backed chair behind it and the long studded red leather couch that was against the wall, but they were all worth every cent. The uniformed officer drew a surprised breath when she saw this elegant luxury, and she ran an admiring finger along the bevelled edge of the desk-top. ‘When I said I’d fuck you on your desk, I imagined some cheap pine chipboard or one of those tacky “modernist” glass-and-steel things – but I should have remembered the Ferrari, and expected something much more stylish.’ She turned towards me, and put her finger under my chin. ‘You’re quite a classy lady, aren’t you, Trudi Durhiem?’ she said softly. I gulped, looking back into the consuming heat of her gaze. ‘I try to be’, I stuttered, with amazing lack of originality. But it made her smile, and then her look turned to one of hunger. ‘Well, classy bitch, you’re mine – all mine!’ ‘Oh, yes!’ I sighed, melting like a chocolate in the midsummer sun, ‘Oh! I’m all yours – anything – use me any way you want, please, yes!’ She pushed me roughly back against the desk, the backs of my thighs pressing almost painfully against it. Taking my shoulders in a hard grip, for a moment she kissed me – but it was a kiss of conquest, of dominance, the sexual equivalent of planting her flag in my soil – her tongue pushed aggressively into my mouth like the vanguard of a triumphant army, sweeping around, then seizing my tongue, sucking it into her mouth where she pulled on it and nibbled it with her teeth. Then her mouth descended my neck to the base of my throat, and in response my head went back, my eyes closed and I put my arms out behind me to brace myself on the desk – a move which of course thrust my breasts upwards and outwards towards my new monarch. Her hands fell from my shoulders at once to seize these proffered prizes of war, forcefully squeezing them, finding the rigid nipples and tugging on them through my thin wool dress and bra. She paused for a second, drawing a deep steadying breath. ‘God! – you are so fucking fuckable!’ she declared with a note of wonder, ‘and I’m gonna have you right here, right now – I’m gonna fuck you right out of your mind, babe! I didn’t think I could have got any more turned on, or my pussy any looser and wetter, than I already was – but I was wrong, and her dominant foreplay and these words took me to a whole new level of hyper-sensitivity, as if every nerve-end, every square millimetre of my skin, was electrified and telegraphing back its signals to my overloaded pleasure centres. I mumbled things, incoherent things, but all of them telegraphing that I was totally, completely, utterly hers. Her hand felt up under my short wool dress once again, and she pushed two fingers past my panties and into me, vigorously probing my pussy for a few seconds. However, sensing from my gasps and shudders that she was near to bringing me off, she suddenly stopped. Turning me round, she pushed me forwards and down onto the desk, my stomach and breasts flattened on the green leather top, my ass jutting out invitingly over the edge. There was a momentary pause as she went over to the grip which she had taken out of the police cruiser’s trunk and brought in with her – of course, she had prepared all this in advance! I felt my arms being taken behind my back, and then gave a miniscule yelp – more of surprise at the touch of cold metal, than any actual objection – as she slipped a pair of handcuffs around my wrists and snapped them closed. Even so, she gave me a sharp slap on my bottom, and warned me in a throaty voice: ‘You’ll take whatever I decide to give you, bitch – and like it!’ I nodded meekly, and in truth I was very sure that I would like whatever she did to me – I was so turned on, I would have been up for anything, including things I would never normally have contemplated. ‘Oh, yes, I will – I will, Officer ... ?’ I trailed off, as I realised she had never given me a name; I didn’t really mind about that if she delivered on her promised agenda, but still it was nice to be able to put a name to someone whom you had fucked with. She seemed to realise the same, as she responded in a slightly gentler voice: ‘Sterling ... but you can call me Janice.’ Officer Sterling was an imposing woman, perhaps an inch or so taller than me – she was lean and fit, but her broader frame made her seem much bigger and stronger. Seeing her close up and without the sunshades, which she had left in the patrol car, I estimated her age to be mid or late 20s; she still had youthful vigour and freshness, but it was combined with the confidence and assurance of someone with maturity and experience. Her hair was dark brown, at the moment pinned up under her uniform cap, which she was still wearing. The commanding presence of this dominant woman, her sexual power amplified by the authoritative uniform she was wearing, was transfixing as far as I was concerned – as was her control of the situation; if anything, I longed for her to be more forceful, more aggressive. I was still in my position of being sprawled face down across my own desk. Janice only had to push the hem of my light grey wool dress a few inches further upwards for it bunch around my waist, and then in one sudden volcanic motion she gripped my black thong and ripped it down my legs to my ankles, and then from there off and away. She took each leg and shifted them wide apart, and then once more she ran her hands tantalisingly up them to my cunt, rewarding its gaping wetness with a quick squeeze and grope. I shivered in my awareness of the nakedness and openness of my pussy, its vulnerable accessibility all the more emphasised by the chaste contrast with the dress covering my upper body. Now something hard was pushed into my pussy, but it was not a strap-on – and immediately I heard the soft buzz and felt the rhythmic pulses of a vibrator. Janice came into view at the front of the desk, and kissed the back of my neck. ‘That’s just to keep you warmed up, you slut, whilst I get ready’, she told me, smiling in anticipation. She then slowly undid her uniform blouse – not with the tawdry motions of the conventional strip-tease, but with a simple, direct elegance that was far more erotic. As she discarded it, there were revealed a pair of full, firm, globular breasts, encased and uplifted in an underwired balcony bra in burgundy red, patterned with lace motifs. The police officer then removed her hat and unpinned her hair, shaking it loose to fall around her shoulders. She unbuckled the utility belt with its holstered pistol, and then next to go was her navy blue skirt, which she unbuttoned at the side of her waist, slid the five-inch zip downwards and then let gravity do the rest of the work of taking it to the floor. She was still wearing a pair of shiny black boots – I was not sure if they were part of her regular uniform, or something that she had added just for tonight – from which her solid legs rose in smart stockings, held up by the clips of an old-fashioned suspender belt. Her lingerie was tastefully matching, all in the dark red color that set off her black stockings and her long dark hair. Her panties, like mine, were a thong type – although hers were even sketchier, small triangles of gauzy fabric at the front and back connected by narrow tie-strings. I was lost in admiration, luxuriating in submission, and my pussy was leaking juices down my inner thighs. Janice came to stand at the other side of the desk, where my head lay, although with my hands cuffed behind my back there was nothing I could do to raise it. She solved that problem, pulling the knots at the sides of her panties so that they fell away and then taking my head in her hands and thrusting her pelvis up against me, her pussy pushed against my mouth. She reached out with one hand, picking up a twelve-inch clear plastic ruler that I use, and leant forwards to slap it down on my bare buttocks four or five times. I jerked and yelped as each smack landed, but she had rammed the vibrator so firmly into my vagina that it stayed in place, its effects stimulating me even more. ‘Lick me, you bitch! Eat me, you cunt!’ she demanded hoarsely as she punished my upturned ass, and eagerly I obeyed. My tongue sought out her labia, licking along them, questing into the inner cleft in search of her vaginal entry. Finding – unsurprisingly – that this was juicy and loose, I curled my tongue to give it greater rigidity, and plunged it inwards like a spear. I was rewarded with a grunt of mingled surprise and pleasure, followed by more that were definitely of enjoyment. I pressed on – or, rather, in and out, and thought I might be getting her to the brink of orgasm, but she stopped me well before that point was reached. Janice pulled away, but I could smell her arousal and taste her cunt-juices on my tongue, and her legs and stomach were coated with a fine sheen of sweat that was not explained by the cool evening air in the office. Now Janice brought her bag into view, and from this she produced her favourite bitch-fucking weapon: the ten-inch strap-on which she had mentioned earlier. Although it was my own design – and there was something unbelievably erotic and appropriate about being taken on my own desk with my own invention – I was a bit nervous. The ten-inch was the largest we made for a good reason, and many women found even this more than they could comfortably accommodate; I had never had it used on me before, and was worried that I might not be able to take it all in, at least not without more pain than pleasure. Janice’s had a reassuringly used and slightly worn appearance – at least she had not acquired it just for tonight, and so presumably was confident in wielding such a long sword. As well as the secure straps, I had designed it with two other special features. Firstly, it was deeply ribbed and (an innovation that I was proud of) these ridges formed a spiral which ran all the way down its length, in a corkscrew effect – getting penetrated with this monster truly was to be screwed into the ground. Secondly, it was actually a double-dildo, hence the ‘V’ in its name. As well as the ten-inch rod that stuck out at the front for fucking the other woman (the forwards-sloping part of the V-shape), there was an internal dildo (the backwards-sloping arm of the V) which penetrated the wearer to a depth of seven inches. My final touch had been to make this a battery-powered vibrator which could be turned on by a small switch near its base before being inserted into the vagina of the wearer, adding further to the self-fucking stimulus which she received whilst shafting her lover. The officer stepped into the harness and pulled it up her legs, and I saw her press the switch on the internal vibrator and then firmly push this into her own hole, before adjusting my clever triple-straps so that the external phallus was sticking out in front exactly parallel to the ground. Then she bent forwards and kissed me on the cheek (one side of my head was resting on the desktop, with the other side upwards), declaring exultantly: ‘I always come through on my promises, classy lady – now I’m gonna do you, you’re gonna get it like you’ve never been fucked before!!’ I felt almost faint again, and took a shuddering breath – yes! oh, yes – let it be true! She swung round behind me, rapped on my ankles to spread my legs wider apart, and removed the humming vibrator which had been sending waves of erotic desire radiating out from my pussy. Also one of my own company’s products, it had done its work well – leaving me dripping wet and gapingly open, ready for the real deep drilling of the monster spiral-V. I felt her hands take a firm grip at my sides, just above my hips, and then the next sensation was like being on the end of a hydraulic ram, as something huge was pushed into my vagina and pressed astonishingly far and deep. (In fact, she had taken the first stroke quite slowly and considerately – she told me later that she, too, had worried that I wasn’t big enough for it and, whilst she wanted me submissive, she never intended to hurt me.) It seemed to go on and on, in and in and in, simultaneously filling me up and stretching me wide, and I gave a groan from deep in my belly. At last, I felt the face-plate of the harness bump against my outer pussy lips – amazingly, I had taken the full ten-inch length on the first thrust. The withdrawal was almost more arousing and astonishing in its effects than the entry stroke (this was partly the effect of the spiral ribbing), and my head was spinning as she re-entered me a second time, then a third, then ... I lost count, as the tempo increased and her hips bucked backwards and forwards, imparting ever-greater impact to each inwards thrust. I could hear noises which I realised were my broken cries and sobs, but they were moans of overloaded pleasure, not of protest. Janice began to grunt as she rammed forwards, and I felt her hands leave my hips and go under my wool dress, pushing it upwards. It was tugged above my loose black belt, which remained in place, and up to my shoulder-blades, above the band of my bra. Her fingers unclipped this and then returned to my front, pushing the loosened cups away from my breasts and seizing the soft flesh, rolling my nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, pulling and pinching them. My cries became louder and more inarticulate – their gist was for her to ram the dildo home, to shaft me deeper, to do me harder, to fuck me to pieces. Her breath was now snorting through her nostrils, and she delivered a series of stinging open-handed slaps to my butt cheeks, without pausing in the slightest in the pumping penetrative rhythm of the strap-on. I was unbearably close to coming – the ridged edges of my spiral dildo design were doing everything I had hoped that they would – but she was a maestro with it, just keeping my pot boiling but never letting it run over. At last, nearing her own climax, she took her right hand away from my breast and seized my hair, wrenching my head both upwards and backwards. My breasts rose off the desk to swing wildly in the air, as my back was forced into a curve; my stomach was still flat and now sweat-streaked against the leather desktop. ‘Now, you pussy-eating bitch ! Now, you cunt-fucking slut!!’ Janice was abandoning herself to the lust of dominance, almost yelling as she screwed the dildo into me for the last half-dozen furthest, deepest and roughest shafts. ‘Now – cum for me, bitch! Cum for me, you cunt, you fucking slut! CUM FOR ME – NOW!!!’ Who am I to disobey the strong arm of the law? I came and came, my pussy creaming cunt-juice like a fountain – I had never experienced anything so hot, so mind-blowing, so draining and intense. Janice abruptly released my hair, and my face flopped down on the desk top, blowing air like a stranded fish. She pushed a hand against my sweat-soaked ass, and pulled the ten-inch spiral slowly out of me. Then she walked round the desk to my head, pulled me up by my hair, and pushed the glisteningly wet plastic cock into my mouth, forcing me to lick it clean of my own cum. No one had ever done anything like that to me before, and it was a experience both shocking and amazing. Officer Sterling had not finished with her captive yet – she had been very near to climax, but with the experience of administering many cunt-poundings, she had controlled herself despite the stimulus of the vibrating internal dildo. Now, she intended to use me as her personal sex-toy, for her ultimate pleasure. After letting me get some of my breath back, and giving me some sips of water from the bottle on a side table, she ordered me to get up from the desk – which was not that easy with my hands cuffed behind me, my legs feeling like jelly, and my stomach plastered to the desk in pools of sweat. However, I managed it, and tottered towards where she was standing. She had removed the ten-inch dildo after I had completed my licking chores and returned it to her bag, so her pussy was naked – all she had on were the boots, stockings, suspender belt and bra. Janice motioned wordlessly for me to kneel before her, and in full submission I did so, humbly bending my head in acknowledgement of her complete sexual authority over me. She put a hand under my chin, raised my face to present it her cunt, and brusquely ordered me: ‘Lick it, you cum-bitch! Show me what you can do!’ I felt a renewal of energy from somewhere, and avidly followed her command, slurping loudly around her labia, insinuating my tongue under her clitoral hood, and sucking hard on the sweet nub itself. She gave some quiet moans, and then told me to stop, but remain where I was. She knelt behind me and unfastened the handcuffs from one wrist only, and then – with my arms free – she tugged my wool dress up from where it was rucked above my breasts, and removed it entirely. The already unclipped bra fell away, and she also undid my black leather belt – now I was entirely nude except for my hold-ups and shoes. Before I gathered her intentions, I felt the handcuff snap closed again – but not about the other wrist. Instead, she had cuffed my left wrist to my right ankle, after which she produced another pair of handcuffs and shackled my right wrist to the left ankle. The cross-over effect gave me very little scope for movement, and rendered me defenceless against anything being done to my tits and pussy. I then gave a soft gasp of surprise; as she removed another of my own designs from her bag, I realised her intentions. This object was more unusual in its uses, and did not appeal to every lesbian, but it was still a steady seller. It consisted of a padded harness which strapped around the head and face, leaving holes for the eyes and room for the nostrils to breathe. The fastenings were completed by a chin strap, and when this was closed to the correct notch, it would bring the plastic dildo that was mounted on the front into a horizontal position, standing out eight inches forwards from the wearer’s mouth. It was here that I had introduced something a little special into the design – the strap-on cock was mostly filled with a thick plastic jelly, like other dildos, but this one had a small tube running through the middle. This pipe connected a chamber at the tip of the dildo with a small reservoir at the base which sat inside the wearer’s mouth – if squeezed upon firmly, this forced the liquid up the tube to fill out and stretch the top chamber, adding to its penetrative power at the critical place and moment. I understood that I was to face-dildo her, something I had only done a handful of times before – mainly when ‘field testing’ this very design, about four years previously. It had aroused very submissive feelings in me then – and that had been without being hard-fucked first, and without being strapped into handcuff bondage. Janice gave me one look, and I smiled at her and nodded to show my assent – for some reason, that felt more natural than speaking, another sign of my submissive frame of mind. Janice buckled the face-harness around my head, taking care to ensure that the straps were tight but not uncomfortable. Then she looked me straight in the eye, and began to suck on the red plastic dildo, coating it with her saliva. When it was lubricated, she pulled my desk chair around into the middle of the room and sat in it, her legs spread wide apart. On being beckoned imperiously, I shuffled forwards on my knees, bringing the face-fucker up to her moist furrow. ‘Fuck me, you pussy slut!’ she ordered, her eyes gleaming with desire, ‘give me what I want – and give it good!’ At once, I bent to the task, as she helpfully stretched her labia apart with her fingers. I slid the face-dick inside her, as she resumed rubbing and flicking against her own clit. Bending at the waist, I began a piston-like insertion and withdrawal of the dildo, and her hips rose to meet me, pushing forwards off the edge of the chair, her thighs spreading even wider apart. She began to grunt again, this time when my downwards shafts reached their furthest into her. After several minutes of this treatment, she began to get a slightly glazed look, and her hips began to judder and tremble. She jerked the cups of her bra downwards, exposing her jutting breasts, taking them in her hands and madly squeezing and pulling on them. Suddenly, with a broken cry, she released her tits and instead grabbed handfuls of my hair in each hand, using it – rather painfully – as a handle with which to ram the strap-on in and out of her wetly slapping pussy, with deep and forceful plunges that were given even greater effect by being met with volcanic upthrusts of her pelvis. Sweat was coating her throat, breasts, stomach and thighs, and the smell of her meaty cunt was filling my nostrils with every breath that I could snatch. I was now getting fully in the rhythm of this – at first, my pressures on the valve in my mouth had not been effectively co-ordinated, but now I was giving it a vicious bite just before the terminal point of insertion – this was the trick, as it allowed just enough time for the liquid to be forced into the expanding tip as it hit home to its deepest extent. Janice began to emit a series of barking cries, sounding something like a dog which had been trodden on, high-pitched and desperate. I was no longer in control, as her grip on my hair was deciding the pace of the fucking, but I was able to lean all my weight into it, spearing her pussy almost viciously hard. Her back arched so much that her whole pelvis left the chair – I nearly lost my balance, but somehow recovered and delivered a final thrust with all the force and weight that I could manage, holding it deep inside her rather than withdrawing it, and pumping the valve so that the dildo tip vibrated in a series of pulsing jerks. She gave a long howling shriek, screaming that she was coming, and then I pulled the face-cock out on the recoil as she released my head, after which she collapsed back onto my leather chair, her legs spread wide apart and her arms dangling loosely over the sides. I resumed my posture of submission, kneeling humbly before her in my restraints, looking down at the carpet in front of me. After a moment, I heard an indrawn shudder of breath, and then felt the wind of movement. Janice’s hand came down to caress my breasts quite gently, cupping and stroking each one. ‘Very good, my little pussy-bitch, very good.’ she said gently. I remained in my place as she unstrapped the face-dildo and then unlocked and removed the handcuffs. She knelt on the floor in front of me, with a gentler expression on her face than any I had since Officer Sterling had sprung her speed trap. ‘Wow! You were amazing,’ she stated; ‘that was so good – better than I ever thought it would be. I think you’re the best fuck I’ve ever had!’ I blushed with thrilled pleasure, and responded as she kissed me softly on the lips, her hands still playing with my nipples. ‘Oh, Janice, I’ve never had it so good before – I’ve never, ever been fucked so good as you did me just now! Thank you, thank you so much!’ She smiled, and I could sense relief as well as pleasure – and I suddenly realised that in many ways, she had been the one taking the risks here. She couldn’t even have given me a speeding fine, as she was not on duty, whereas if things had gone wrong and I made a complaint against her, she could easily have lost her job, and maybe worse. ‘Yes?’ she said, with just a trace of uncertainty; ‘you liked it then?’ I hastened to reassure her. ‘It was wonderful, and you are so damn fucking sexy – in that uniform, you are the hottest babe on this planet, let me tell you!’ I affirmed with vehemence. She looked delighted, and still more so when I added: ‘Please, Janice – it’s not just this once, is it? I want to get to know you, and I want you to fuck me so many more times!!’ I then had a moment of doubt, a fear that I had been presumptuous, and asked if that was possible, or did she have a partner. My relief was vast when she replied, with a slightly wistful expression, that she didn’t – that she had not had any steady girlfriend for a long time. I couldn’t believe my luck, as I was aware that I might be as much as five or six years older than her (actually, it turned out to be only three), and, despite my former-model good looks, she might not want me for anything further. I looked at her coyly, and reached out my right hand to slip my fingers along her still-gaping pussy lips, pressing just a little inside her. ‘So ...’ I said, drawing it out, ‘is that an opening I could apply for? I do have on-the-job experience now, after all.’ She gave a genuine laugh at my saucy double-meanings, and then looked at me seriously. ‘Yes, Trudi Durhiem,’ she said, with gentle sincerity, ‘I would love to be your lover, and for you to be mine. I hardly dared hope for this when I thought of this plan – I’ve watched you in the last few weeks, when I could, though you haven’t realised it, and I’ve become more and more obsessed with you. I want you, all of you, time and time again!’ We fell into each others’ arms, trading endearments, and then slowly slid down to lie on the floor together, side by side, kissing gently and caressing. After a while, the unheated room became a bit uncomfortable, and as our sweat dried we began to feel rather chilled. We got dressed, and Janice said she had to return the cruiser to the police garage before midnight, when her understanding commander’s shift ended. So we drove in convoy again, this time with the patrol car leading the way, and I parked in the street outside the county offices and waited for her. About five minutes later she climbed in, and – as there was no one nearby – I leaned across and kissed her on the lips, my hand diving up under her skirt to stroke the crotch of her thong, which was still deliciously damp with her juices. I would hear no refusal, and drove us directly to my comfortable house – back along the road where she had stopped me (she pointed out her ambush lair on the way, and we both laughed as we passed the verge where I had pulled over, expecting a male cop to try hitting on me). The house which had often seemed rather too large for just me suddenly felt right, and I ushered her through the hall and up the stairs. I was so glad now that I had renovated the bathroom – increasing its size and installing a huge corner bath that was more than big enough for two to enjoy. Feeling that there was everything to celebrate, I removed a bottle of Moet & Chandon Brut from the refrigerator (I always keep a bottle chilled) and took it upstairs with two elegant champagne flutes which I had bought at Tiffany’s in New York. We showered together, enjoying every touch, and then slid into each end of the warm bath, surrounded by mounds of lavender-scented bubbles. I let her pop the champagne cork, and we drank toasts to our new relationship, and chatted until the water began to cool. We dried each other in the soft cotton towels, and then for the first time I took Officer Janice Sterling into my bed, where she stayed that night – and to my wonderment and joy, she has stayed ever since. I have written this account just over a year after our first meeting. It still remains the best fuck that either of us has ever known, but we regularly do our best in trying to match it. I am usually the submissive one in our love-making, but not always. The sight of Officer Sterling hogtied with her own handcuffs, her skirt ricked up around her waist, her uniform blouse torn open and her tits pulled out of their bra cups, is one of the highlights of my life. Once, when she was completely at my mercy like this, I fucked her with her own police nightstick, ignoring her mewling pleas that it was too wide, it wouldn’t fit – and proving her very satisfyingly wrong. Since then, it has been a regular part of our fuck-play. Within a week, Janice moved out of her rented flat and into my – now our – house. Her closest friends (including her very attractive 42-year-old sergeant, with whom we have had some mind-blowing threesomes – she especially likes putting me in bondage) know we are a couple, and honor and respect that. From time to time, depending upon Janice’s duty roster, I work late and she comes by the office at the end of her shift, still in uniform, and she fucks me again on my desk. Often she is wearing her more usual navy blue trousers rather than the skirt; once she was so hungry to do me that she didn’t remove any of her uniform apart from the utility belt and gun holster, and just strapped the big dildo on top of her trousers. She ripped my panties away (I was wearing a micro mini-skirt in anticipation of her arrival, so that was no obstacle), and then screwed me doggy-style across my desk whilst still wearing all of her uniform – it was a wonderful turn-on, and I was yelling and screaming in ecstasy as I came and came. Last week, we celebrated our first anniversary with a compete re-enactment: she borrowed the police cruiser again, and as I sped down the country road on my way home, behind me I suddenly heard the yowl of a siren and saw in my mirror the flashing strobe of red and blue lights – but this time, as I pulled onto the roadside verge, my expression was the smile of the cat who has well and truly got the cream. 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copyright: Lesley Tara, 2010 Parry! – lunge! – parry! – our blades made a sharp metallic sound as they clashed together. Then I over-committed myself in an attack and left an opening, which Miss Champney was quick to exploit. With lightning speed, the tip of her foil flicked against the padded collar of my protective tunic, and our practice bout was over. I wasn’t disappointed that she had won – she is my coach, and had been testing me on some new feints that she had demonstrated earlier in the training session. My name is Rebecca, but everyone calls me ‘Becky’ for short. I am nearly sixteen and a half years old and a pupil at Hirstmere Hall, an exclusive boarding school for girls in the south of England – what we in Britain call a ‘public school’, but which in the USA would be called a private school. As we live at the school during the term, it has many facilities to fill our leisure hours and occupy our energies, although quite a few of us engage in our own very unofficial activities ... energetic ones, too ... well, what do you expect with three hundred teenage girls all cooped up together? I’ve heard that the school was quite a lesbian hotbed in the past, back in the 1960s and 1970s; I don’t know about that, but there’s certainly plenty of girl-on-girl action available now, if you are inclined that way. I am – I’m so inclined that I’m not leaning, I’m horizontal; preferably in my second-most-favourite position, which is on my back with my legs spread wide apart, ready for a female fuck-fest. Anyway, one of the additional sports offered at the school is fencing, which I took up with enthusiasm about a year ago, and I’ve made good progress. The fencing tuition is given by Miss Champney, one of the science teachers; she is very skilled at the sport, and when at university was a member of the national team. Being single and living here in the school buildings (she is one of the teachers who also supervises the residential side), she is able to give individual coaching lessons in the early evening to the older girls such as myself. She takes over the smallest of the school’s three gymnasiums for this, and always locks the door on the inside – she says it could be dangerous if someone came rushing in by mistake, not wearing a helmet or anything, and also that great concentration is needed and it is essential that there won’t be any distracting interruptions. On this spring evening, I was having one of my twice-weekly individual coaching sessions with Miss Champney (I also attend the team practice with the other girls). We had been working energetically for over thirty minutes, and it was time to move on to the other part of the programme. I froze when Miss Champney’s blade scored its touch on my neck, and then moved only my right arm to point my own foil down and away to my side. ‘I submit’, I said, looking directly at her. Saying this, rather than the usual term ‘I yield’, was my signal that I felt had practised enough and – with her approval, and if she was satisfied with my efforts – we could now have a rather different type of workout. I held my breath, as for a long moment she stood as still as a statue, appraising me, and then she took a step backwards into the ‘at rest’ position, brought her foil to the front of her helmet in formal salute, and nodded once in silent permission. With a pleased sigh, I removed my fencing helmet and placed it and my foil carefully on the floor beside me. Then I took up the position of submission: I sank down onto one knee, the other on the wooden floor, and looked demurely downwards. I know very well that I am an attractive girl, and I don’t try to minimise it. I am quite tall at five foot ten inches (and still growing, I will probably reach six feet), and this gives me a long reach that is an advantage in fencing – Miss Champney is an inch taller than me. Like her, I am quite slender with arms and legs that are slim but strong; as well as the gymnasiums, the school has a well-equipped exercise room with rowing machines, bicycles, weights, presses and so on – it’s quite a busy and popular place. We differ in other ways: I’m a brunette, with almost black hair, quite wavy and shoulder length – for fencing, I pin it up under my helmet – and I’m actually more curvy than she is! Miss Champney has quite thin hips and small breasts, whereas mine have filled out in the last year – not large, just nicely average or even a little less, pyramidal and pointy C cups. Miss Champney says rather disapprovingly that their weight on my chest will slow me down just that tiny bit which will prevent me from getting to the highest level in the sport, even though my eye, my reflexes and my instincts are all very sharp. However, I don’t mind – I enjoy fencing and can beat most opponents (not her, of course), but I’m not ambitious to make the Olympic team, as she did in 2000 when she was twenty. As I knelt, looking downwards at my teacher’s white shoes, I felt the touch of her fencing foil once again. Its blunt tip moved across my padded body-tunic and came to rest with unerring precision over the nipple of my right breast, which instantly hardened in response to the firm pressure. Miss Champney moved the tip of her foil in a tracery around the tip of that breast and then across to stimulate its neighbour in the same way, making me give a slight moan of sweet arousal. Then she withdrew it, stepping back a pace into her previous position, and still without speaking a word. There was no need, for I knew exactly what to do – this was very far from being our first time. Even then, about eight months ago (Miss Champney had a little anticipated the understood, of course unwritten, rule at the school that teachers did not have sexual relationships with girls under the age of seventeen), I had been far from a lesbian novice. I have had affairs with my classmates since a week after arriving as a new girl, aged fourteen, when I found plenty of willing takers for mutual masturbation and wet sloppy cunnilingus, and I lost my virginity not long before I was fifteen to the strap-on dildo of one of the Sixth Form prefects – again, my height and growing figure, making me look older, led her also to sidestep another convention, which was that the seventeen and eighteen year-old Sixth Formers didn’t screw the under-sixteens. However, I was making no complaints either in that case or when Miss Champney first fucked me, after about two months of lessons – in fact, I deliberately enticed the prefect, who I had quite a crush on. The truth is that I have an unquenchable appetite for lesbian sex, and a wide and catholic taste in lovers: anyone from puberty to fifty, any race or colour, with only two total turn-offs – I can’t do the overweight, or those with bad breath (and I’m sorry, but that includes you smokers out there; I mean, seriously, would you want to kiss or lick an ashtray?). So, still kneeling, I quickly unfastened the protective tunic that covers from the crotch to the neck, tossing it away to the side, and then I peeled away the sports bra which had kept my jutting breasts confined during the fencing lesson. Now that I was naked from the waist up, I resumed my pose of demure obedience. The fencing foil came into view again, and repeated its circling of my stiff pink nipples, the touch of the cool steel having an incredibly arousing effect. Miss Champney then moved it a little lower, running the tip along under each of my breasts, slightly lifting them as she did so. My nostrils flared, my breathing became a little ragged, but I made no other sound. Then the foil moved down my chest, circled twice around my navel, and stopped at the waistband of my three-quarter length white fencing trousers. I held my breath. Would she, would she ... oh, would she? YES!! My silent prayer was answered, as Miss Champney snapped the blade of her foil smartly up between my legs, giving an imperative double rap against the crotch of the trousers. They are padded slightly too, so again there was no discomfort – in fact, it turned me on that she had to deliver quite some force to get an appreciable feeling and sound. I bounded eagerly to my feet, and quickly discarded all of my remaining garments: shoes, socks, trousers and the already damp panties that had been underneath. Miss Champney handed me her foil, which I carefully put next to mine, out of our way, and then like a squire in some medieval tournament, I removed her helmet and unbuckled her tunic. When she was free from the helmet she tossed her head once, shaking her short blonde bobbed hair back into place, but otherwise she stood as still and silent as a statue. Miss Champney’s breasts are nice but quite small, I rather think just A-cups, and she did not need to bother with sports bras – indeed, she had no bra on at all under the fencing jacket, so when I removed it she was naked from the waist upwards. As she stood quietly, but with a slight smile playing around her mouth and a gleam of desire in her eyes, I came back around to her front and bent forwards. I cupped her right breast in my hand, kissed her nipple, and then began quite vigorously to lick and suck it. After a few moments, as I heard her breathing quicken, she gave me a slight tap on the top of my head, which was the signal to transfer my attentions to her other breast. This I did, but still keeping one hand massaging her right breast with occasional tweaks of its tit. The next signal came a few moments later – a firm downwards pressure on both my shoulders, quite unmistakeable in meaning. I relinquished her left breast with some reluctance – they may be smallish, but her tits really turn me on – and dropped to squat on my haunches in front of my lithe and attractive teacher. I undid the buttons and zip at the side of her trousers, and drew them down her legs; with a flick of her fingers, she indicated that her panties (a small bikini pair, just in plain white cotton) were to go now as well, and so they followed the trousers over her ankles as she lifted first one foot and then the other to allow me to remove them. Miss Champney was now entirely naked except for her shoes and short white ankle socks. My squatting position meant that my face was just at the right level for her cunt, and I took a second to admire her lean flanks, trim hips and the curve of her pelvis – she had quite a wide gap between her legs at the top, and her mound jutted forwards, neatly shaven as always. Leaning forwards, I brought my lips up to it, giving first a soft kiss on her puckered and extended outer labia – a kiss of greeting and of reverence. Then I became more purposeful and energetic, and took a grip behind on her ass to steady and brace myself. I thrust my tongue into her vagina, tasting her slightly bitter juices, delving into her hole and then pulling out in order to sweep upwards, like a cavalry charge, seeking the treasure trove of her clit. My lips fastened around her pussy with limpet-like determination, sucking vigorously one second and then in the next plunging my tongue into her, penetrating her as firmly and far as I could reach. Miss Champney began to lose a little of her poise and cool – which was what I loved about this part, because driving this very experienced dyke to climax gave me an amazing sense of sexual power. My teacher’s hips began to jerk in a rhythmic counter-response to my oral thrusts, and her breath broke up into ragged gasps. She reached for my shoulders again – not to send any signal to desist, but purely to steady herself. Then, quite suddenly, Miss Champney gave a harsh barking sound, grabbing my head and pulling my face almost suffocatingly into her cunt. This had the effect of rubbing my nose into the top of her vaginal cleft and under the clitoral hood, and I feverishly nuzzled her swollen nub. At the same time, my tongue – curled up for greater penetrative impact – never ceased to bore into her hole. After her broken cry, I felt all of my teacher’s muscles lock into rigidity during the powerful burst of her orgasm, and my tongue tasted the flow of fresh sharp pussy juice that almost squirted onto my tongue and cheeks. Miss Champney spoke her first wards to me since the end of our fencing bout: ‘Thank you, Becky, that was very nice ... very nice indeed. Now – take up your position!’ I obeyed with alacrity, lying down on my back on the thin rubber mat we used for the practice matches, and spreading my legs apart – I don’t shave my pussy (we schoolgirls aren’t allowed to, lest we injure ourselves with the naked blades), but I keep it carefully trimmed, with just a ring of short black hair drawing the eye to the pink cleft in between. As soon as I was in place, Miss Champney straddled me, taking up the classic 69 position with her mouth going down onto my cunt and her ass above my face, her legs arched apart and giving me a full view of her gaping slit. I was eager to taste her again, and was stimulated near to frenzy by what she was doing between my legs – she was using both her fingers and her mouth to stimulate my vagina and clit, and to expert effect. I reached up to wrap my arms around her thighs and pull her pussy downwards to press against my mouth, and I began my second session of cunnilingus. I was the first to come – that woman has such a deft touch, she can play me like a piano! I gave a kind of scream, and then spasmodically my butt jerked upwards and then thumped back on the mat three or four times in rapid alternation, and as I came my legs flopped sideways, even further apart. Miss Champney gave a final flick of her fingers on my clit, sending further orgasmic shivers through me, and then she reared upwards, squatting her cunt on my face. Her hands went to her own small breasts, pinching and pulling on her nipples, and she rocked backwards and forwards, her eyes closed and her vagina grinding down against me. I managed to squirrel a hand in under her as well, and shoved two fingers into her pussy – in response, she shifted slightly further back, so that my mouth could devour her clit whilst I pistoned the fingers roughly and rapidly in and out of her sex-hole. Before long, she climaxed as well – her second orgasm, and I thought it seemed at least as powerful as the first. My teacher climbed off my naked prone form, and then bent to give me a soft kiss, one of her hands gently tracing down my body to caress first my breasts and then tenderly to stroke my pussy. I stretched and purred like a cat ... well, I am such a pussy-cat, it just seems right! Also, I was pretty sure that I would be getting my full reward tonight – it doesn’t always happen by any means, sometimes because there is not enough time left and sometimes, though not often, because I have not tried hard enough or concentrated properly during the actual fencing lesson. Miss Champney looked down at me, and then her slightly sharp features melted into the attractive smile which I love, but which she rarely shows in class. She gave me a nod, and I scrambled round onto my hands and knees, my legs braced apart and my ass up in the air. After a moment, I sensed Miss Champney standing behind me, and then I felt the cold steel nub of her fencing foil. She drew it across my back, and then with tantalising slowness – but wonderful effect – scraped it down my spine to rub against the small of my back. Then, as I waggled my ass in the air as eagerly as a young puppy wagging its tail, the flattened tip of the foil moved on, down the cleavage between my ass-cheeks, around my anus, and so reached its prize – the base of my pudenda: soft, wet and hanging open. Miss Champney changed tactic; up to now, she had exclusively used the tip of the sword, but now she slid its long flexible length along my cleft, coaxing the blade into the jut of my vagina, and then pressing more firmly, easing the foil from side to side to open me up further and then slowly sliding the side of the blade back and forth. I was quivering, nearly fainting from stimulus and desire, when she paused and withdrew the foil – with unerring instinct, she knew that I was close to coming, and that was not on the agenda just yet. The fencing mistress put down her foil, and reached for another kind of weapon – one which was familiar to me, and I greeted it like a long-lost friend (it had been too long – a week! – since the last time). She buckled on the harness of a long, thick and curved strap-on, and then knelt behind me, bumping the end of the fake phallus against my distended labia. I arched my back in response, and at once she plunged the dildo in, nearly to its full-length; I was delighted that I had the capacity to take it, to take it all the way. Miss Champney kept up a steady stroke – indeed, her smooth rhythm reminded me of the rowing machines in the exercise-room, as she grasped my hips and pivoted backwards and forwards behind me. This is my most-favourite position: I just love being taken with a strap-on from behind, doggy-style, especially by an older woman. I’m not usually the submissive sexual partner – in fact, I believe in the principle that it is better to give than to receive, and I particularly get off on fucking other girls this way, but with a good-looking experienced dyke like Miss Champney, I love to surrender myself and get really shafted, really drilled – the harder, almost the rougher, the better. Miss Champney knows this well; it’s one reason why I’m more or less her favourite piece of ass amongst the pupils (of course she has sex with other girls – and teachers too, I’m sure; I’m not at all jealous, after all I’m in the bed of another teacher regularly, plus two prefects and about five girls in my own class and the ones both immediately above and below!). So, within a few seconds of giving me the first few strokes, Miss Champney upped the tempo and began really slamming the rod of the dildo into my pussy, the faceplate of the harness slapping against my outer labia as it was thrust home. I was giving squeals of delight, accompanied by pleading imprecations for her to do it more, do it deeper, do it harder – basically, just to fuck me to bits. Miss Champney is very fit, and she barely broke sweat as she adjusted her angle of attack, took a firm grip on my hips, and began to batter the plastic cock in and out of me with almost savage intensity. I felt like I was being torpedoed, and that very soon there would be an explosion inside me. Without pausing in her faster and more frenetic impalements of my cunt, Miss Champney removed one hand from my waist and used it to pull out the clip and comb which had kept my hair fixed up in a tight bun during the fencing practice. I know that my glossy and wavy black hair is one of the things which Miss Champney finds most attractive about me, and she let my long locks cascade across my shoulders and fall down my front, dangling in front of my wildly jerking breasts. Then she grasped a great clump of my hair on the back of my head, and used it as leverage – both to steady herself, and to pull the front of my torso upright, bracing my body against the thrusts of her bucking hips. Tears were starting to form in the corners of my eyes – not of pain, certainly not of fear; they were the tears that you get when your sensory system is overloaded, as mine surely was then. My mouth gaped open, my eyes were glazed and staring forwards, and all of my slim form was trembling and shaking in that starburst second that comes before a climax. I gave a rapid series of grunts, each one forced out of my guts by an even deeper merciless penetration from Miss Champney’s strap-on phallus, and then almost without warning all my joints turned to water and I collapsed face-down, simultaneously with climaxing. I gave a gasping and ululating moan as I came – it was the orgasm, as always a bone-shaker when Miss Champney fucks me like this; it was a most intense, out-of-this-world experience and I wanted to acknowledge it somehow. It took me a few seconds to recover my breath, and during this Miss Champney leaned forwards and kissed me softly in the middle of the back, before flexing her hips and withdrawing the dildo – it was an extraordinary sensation as it was extracted from my cunt, making a wet popping sound as it emerged from my love-tunnel. My teacher massaged my back for a moment, giving me a lovely feeling as her fingers and nails stroked down my spine and out across my hips. Then, as Miss Champney rose to her feet, she gave me a playful but quite forceful slap on my ass. ‘Good girl – you’re improving!’ she declared. She unlocked the door that connected to the pupils’ changing room and showers, and as I gathered up my gear and scuttled through, I wondered whether she meant the fencing or the fucking? Perhaps she meant both? Mmm – I do hope she meant both! If you enjoyed this, check out my other stories ... you might like them too ... (to find them, follow the author link at the top of this story)

Mark Evans was in his dungeon , the 20 year old had been a maledom for 6months now , not much of a looker he used his hypnotic skills to dominate , humiliate & use ladies over 50 including his 52 mom Joyce , who was currently collared , leashed & wearing spiked heels . Today grey haired married blonde Joyce was her son/ master's assistant as he dominated two new granny submissives . Nina Rogers & June Jones , Nina was a 56 year old teacher at Mark's former high school , at 5ft 4 red hair , she was all natural with big fat tits & ass, her husband was a balding overweight hardware store owner ,who was a lousy lay , & even though Mark had hypnotized her & hubby Ernie, Nina was glad she was getting some young cock & Ernie loved watching when he was allowed to (cuz he was now a cuckold ), June was a regular everyday housewife with a slim athletic figure & dark black hair , before she had been hypnotized she had never even sucked dick . Her husband Ward usually only fucked her missionary style with the lights off. 58 year old June was now being spanked by Joyce Evans , & she was also calling her Mistress on orders of her new Master Mark . Mark was watching the femdom spectacle as he skull fucked his former teacher Nina . Well endowed , Mark was over 10 inches long , but Nina still had a gag reflex & gagged on the young prick , choking on the sausage , Mark now switched his attention to June , who he had lick his balls , while his mother when to the bathroom put on a strapon & lubed the rubber penis.Then she proceeded to screw Nina up the cunt with the fake 12inch penis , Nina screamed in pain & ecstasy .No one could hear though , (cuz the basement dungeon , thanks to her cuckold hubby Bill who had done this on orders of his stepson Mark , who wanted a place where Bondage & bdsm could be had without others in the house even knowing , Joyce smirked knowing just last week , Bill had conducted some accounting business upstairs , while Mark had ass fucked her before he came all over her face & showered her in urine .Afterwards they took a water shower together & she was cleaned up before Mark locked her in the human cage & she slept on the cage floor and her master slept on the bed for the night. Bill's client would have been horrified on how Mark treated his cum slut mom . Joyce loved the fact she could indulge in submission without the neighbours knowing anything either. Back to the present Nina had nearly 3/4 of the fake dink in her cunt , next Joyce lubed up Nina's ass & shoved the fake phallus up her ass, as she felt , June's tongue licking her shithole . Before MARK had dominated her she had never had a woman lick her pussy or ass now it was a common occurrence. The only pussy she had licked though was her son's girlfriend Betty who was , 23 , & had a shaved cunt . As June licked Mark's moms asshole , Mark rammed his giant dong up her pussy , June was experiencing one orgasm after another , it was the biggest prick she ever fucked . June was cream pied with a massive load of mangoo. And without even being asked , Joyce & Nina ate their master's cream out of the granny pussy Master Mark pointed towards the washroom , as the three sex slaves casually & sexually walked to the bathtub , where all 3 ladies received their golden champagne . Covered facially with their master's urine . All 3 thanked Master Mark , before they washed up and went to spend a boring evening with their cuckold husbands. The Following Afternoon Betty was humiliating her boyfriend's mom on his orders , Joyce was on her hands & knees , dog-collared & leashed wearing short heels , Joyce was licking the 23year old lady's ass while master took pics . She led her soon to mother-in-law by the leash to the bathroom, where , the mature wench laid down on her back as the much younger femdom pissed all over her face , hair & tits , as MASTER MARK who was really enjoying the matronly humiliation experienced by his slave mom recorded the action on his cellphone. Covered in golden champagne Joyce was further humiliated when she was filmed mopping up the urine while her son/ master continued filming. Saturday Night Ernie loved the fact that Master Mark was allowing him to watch his wife Nina .being double-dildoed in his basement dungeon . Sonia was a tall , bigtitted grey haired English GRANNY , Mark had met her earlier at the market . 60 year old Sonia used to be a stripper & has big fake tits .Divorced , she had blown Mark in her car earlier in the day & now she was fucking dyke style with Nina . Nina's pussy was soaking wet , so Sonia started tonguing cunt for the first time in over 20 years , Nina took no time in reaching an orgasm , before , she returned the favor. Licking away Nina ate cunt like it was going out style, as Mark laughed & continued filming the submissive whores . Looking over at Ernie , he said , go home tonight & have your wife wack you off while you watch her being a dyke he giggled. "will do Mark , Ernie said gratefully ,(he hadnt had much action since his wife became a sexslave to 20year old maledom.) Til next time

This complete story revolve around a lot of sexual themes that may be offensive to some readers. I don't mean to offend anyone so please read the themes and introductions before reading the chapters. If it doesn't sound like a story to get you horny and cumming, I won't be offended if you stop reading. Everyone else, ENJOY! HOUSESITTING DAY 0: The Day Before Chapter 2: Hot Ride I left Mike's house with my dick nearly back at full strength. I had cum on Steph's face only about ten minutes prior, but all that kissing and her climaxing on my fingers as she shook against me was enough to bring my erection back with a vengeance. Her sucking me clean after was also a big factor. I knew Madison would help me with my nagging erection on the way to school. She always did. One of her favourite things was giving road head. I bet I won't even have to ask. I couldn't believe what I had just done with my best friend's younger sister. God, she was sexy with those lips. I couldn't stop thinking about Steph's mouth on my cock the whole time I drove to my girlfriend's. By the time I pulled up to her place, I was ten minutes late and I had a raging hard-on which was twitching and begging to be touched. Madison stood impatiently tapping her foot which was clad in her sexy high heeled sandals. Her toe nails were painted to match the red leather of the sandals. She had long, generous legs topped with a short blue-plaid skirt. She knew I loved the schoolgirl look. Screw the look, I just loved schoolgirls. Her shirt was a blue to match one of the bright blue shades in her skirt, and had a deep V to show some awesome cleavage. She was scowling at me with her arms crossed around her school books. "We're going to be late again ." Her voice oozed venom as it left her dark pink lips. Her cheeks were blushed a pink to accentuate her sexy lips and she blinked her long eyelashes as she stared at me with her gorgeous, green eyes. That day, she wore her long, dark brown hair back in a loose pony tail which was super cute with the rest of her ensemble. "Sorry, babe. I got a little drunk last night." I said sheepishly as she stepped forward to open the door. "Where were you last night? I called and got no answer." Her voice had soften just the tiniest bit as she looked over at me with those smoldering eyes and said, "You're a bit of a mess." "I was at Mike's playing games." I said honestly. This seemed to appease her as she turned to face forward and I started to drive. My cock was still raging in my pants but I didn't want to push my luck with Madison just then. I could sense her fury hadn't completely dissipated. Five minutes into the thirty minute drive, Madison looked over at me and asked in a sharp, accusing tone, "Why's your cock so hard?" "It's that outfit, baby. It's got me all excited," I lied quite convincingly as I slid my hand up her bare thigh towards the high hem of her skirt. She smiled and said, "Oh really? Maybe I should help you with that." All traces of her bitchiness vanished as she reached over and rubbed my hard dick through my pants. "Oh wow, you are excited! I can feel you th robbing." She drew out the th in throbbing with a sexy hiss in my ear. Her smile widen as she spoke. Quickly, she had my belt and pants undone and my cock in her hands. "Oh baby. I'm going to suck you so good, but please don't mess up my hair." I knew I wouldn't have to ask. She leaned over and kissed the bulbous, purple tip, leaving an incredibly sexy pink lipstick mark on it. Then she moved down to mid shaft and did the same there. "Marking my territory," she explained with a feral look up into my eyes and an impish smile. Madison knew I couldn't keep my dick in my pants and knew that this was the best way to show her claim on me. With Madison being in summer school and studying so much to pass after failing the first time, my time with her became limited, so we agreed on a special arrangement. For the summer, I had free reign to fuck whoever I could while she was busy. Not wanting to permanently lose me, this was the best solution she could think of. It had blown my mind when she had suggested it. *** When Madison first told me the plan, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I thought she was joking but to prove to me that she wasn't, she told me to fuck the next girl I could and tell her all about it. That was the catch if you could call it one. She wanted to hear every detail afterwards. Her exact words were, "I gotta get off somehow when I can't be with you." That was probably why she had called the night before and why she was so pissed at not getting a hold of me. That first time "off my leash", I had fucked the shit out of the waitress who had taken our order only moments before Madison told me her dirty deal. She said the next girl I could, and that young waitress was the next girl. Throughout our dinner, I had flirted expertly with her and got unmistakably slutty signals back in return, so when it came time for dessert, I got up and pulled her out the back door into the alley. In moments, I had her bent over a trash can while I pumped her from behind. And, when I was about to cum, I pushed her down onto the filthy pavement and unloaded all over her pretty face so she'd be all dirty and covered in cum for the rest of her shift. I knew Madison didn't want me making love to these girls. I was just supposed to use them to get my rocks off. That's why I had treated the slutty waitress like a cheap, nasty whore. It worked perfectly. When I came back to the table and told Madison every dirty detail, she smiled viciously at my raunchiness and even laughed out loud when she saw the waitress come back in with messy, cum glued hair and a greasy, smudged uniform. After she'd stopped laughing, she'd told me my one mistake. "Do you know what you did wrong?" "What's that?" "I wasn't busy when you fucked her. I'll let it slide because that was so hot and hilarious, but keep that detail in mind in the future or I'll have to find naughty ways of punishing you." Something about that sounded hot and kinky. *** Madison slide her luscious lips over my shaft, taking a good three inches in her mouth. After licking and sucking it for a few minutes, she rose off my cock and asked, "You're not lying to me about going to Mike's are you?" She looked up from my lap with narrowed, piercing, deep green eyes. "No, I was at Mike's the whole night. I got drunk and passed out in his brother's bed. Why?" "You taste like skank," she said bluntly with a look that told me I'd better do better and revise my statement, "and I can smell pussy all over your thighs." I thought of Steph grinding her sopping wet panties against me. "Well, I passed out naked and Mike's got a sister." "Little Stephanie! You fucked little Stephanie?!" She shrieked, aghast and smacked my leg. "Ow! No, no, no, just a blowjob," I quickly clarified. "She just gave me a blowjob. I woke up to her straddling my thigh and touching my morning wood. I think she was curious after she saw Mike jerking off a couple of weeks back." "Wow! She's young !" "She's legal. How old were you when you started getting sexual?" She blushed and looked away. "Yeah, so quit judging and get back to sucking, baby." I urged her back down with my hand on the back of her head. She smiled, bent her head back down and devoured half my cock into her warm, wet mouth. Maddie's lips felt so good sliding up and down on my rock hard rod as she gave it a light sucking. I focused on the road to prolong my orgasm but I knew I was already getting close. "Yeah, suck me, you nasty bitch." Madison moan her approval of the name. She went back to jerking me, as she came up for air. Licking her smeared, red lips, she moaned in my ear, "Yeah, I'm your nasty bitch. Fill my mouth with your cum. I wanna be your dirty slut." Going back down on me, she took close to six inches of thick meat between her hot lips. I let out a long, deep moan as I felt the back of her throat. With her other hand, she gently squeezed my swollen balls. Stopped at a red light, I looked over at the raised truck beside me where in the passenger's seat I saw a young girl gawking at the show Madison and I were putting on for her. "Yeah baby. Show the little girl how to give a proper blowjob," I said loud enough for the passenger to hear. I looked over at the stranger and winked. Madison slid off my rod with spit and precum oozing from her lips. "Hi!" she said with a sweet smile as she lifted her one hand off my balls to give a little wave at the young, teen spectator. The girl had to be no older than Stephanie. I was getting extremely close and grabbed the back of Madison's neck, being very mindful of her pretty hair, and forced her firmly back down on my cock. Wanting to really shock the onlooker, I yelled, "Deeper, you dirty whore! Young Stephanie took more than that!" Maddie gagged and her throat convulsed on the head. She made sexy, wet gagging noise, "ga-ga-ga-ga", as I forced her head up and down like a dirty rag-doll. I looked over at the very young, very surprised girl and gave her a wicked smile. Just as the light turned green, I felt my cock start to twitch. I hit the gas and cried out, "Yeah, take my fucking jizz, you fucking cum guzzler!" My cock gave a huge throb deep in my girlfriend's mouth, and I released a long spurt of hot semen against the back of her gagging throat. Madison chocked and coughed on the large spurts of cum I was dumping down her throat. I sped up to well past the speed limit, as I held her down even harder on my throbbing, spewing cock. She made retching sounds but didn't quite vomit. Only a mixture of my big load and her phlegm ran out of her mouth and down my shaft onto my crotch. It was so hot and the adrenaline rush from the speed made it all the more amazing. I absolutely loved dirty, sloppy blowjobs. "Yeah gag on it, you slut! I love your nasty throat!" Once I was done splashing my hot, creamy glaze all over Madison's tonsils, I released her neck. She sprang up, and coughed more cum and phlegm that splattered all over my already sloppy cock. "Wow," she said, gasping for air. "Holy fuck, that made me sooo fucking wet, and," she paused to look in the sun-visor mirror, "you didn't even mess up my hair." She gave me a huge cum-glossed smile with trails of spit and semen running down her chin. We were about five minutes away from the school, so I turned to Madison, smiled and said, "Now clean up your fucking mess, you nasty bitch." Obediently, she bent over again to slurp up the cum, phlegm cocktail before licking and sucking my wilting shaft. I relaxed back, caressed Madison's juicy ass under her skirt, and drove the speed limit the rest of the way. END CHAPTER

Her Fucking Uncle 2: The Plot Dickens (har dee har) Cindy hadn't been able to sleep right for the past two days. A couple of nights ago her uncle Jeremy had barged into her room and threatened her with making a move on her sister Rebecka. Cindy had agreed to “take care” of him instead and... well, she'd ended up sucking his dick and getting the most earth-shaking orgasms of her life from his tongue. She was repulsed by her uncle, of course. He was a meager, scrawny man, with no class or style. He was overall creepy, and he had ogled her and her sister for as long as she could remember. But now she had sucked his cock, drunk his nauseating semen, and she couldn't stop thinking about it. Now it was fifteen minutes past two in the morning, and she had been masturbating ferociously for hours. Whatever she did, no matter how many times she brought herself to finish, it just did not compare to the intense pleasure her disgusting uncle had given her the other day. She couldn't get the musty smell of his jizz out of her head, or the sight of his gigantic cock. She'd only seen one other penis in real life before. Her ex boyfriend Brad had been half her uncle's size, and they'd never gone the whole way, not for lack of trying on Brad's part. No Cindy couldn't help wanting more. She was disappointing in herself, disgusted even, but she told herself that if she didn't sacrifice herself uncle Jeremy might put his hands on Beckie. She couldn't have that. She wanted him for herself. No! She just wanted to protect her older sister. Even though Beckie was a year older, she was a shy and gentle girl. She had darker hair than Cindy, a light shade of brown, a petite body and pouty lips that begged to be kissed. Uncle could make her do all kinds of things. Perverted things. And if Uncle started doing those things with Beckie, he might never do it again with Cindy. She fingered herself like crazy, and came again. Her panties were soaked and her heart beating like her whole body was on fire. But it just could not compare to what her uncle had done to her. She felt her pride being torn apart, but she realized that she wanted her uncle to take advantage of her again. Whether she knew it or not, the sinful pleasure mixed with the dreaded feelings of revulsion made for an addictive blend, and she feared if she kept on this road she would take it all the way. Even now she was masturbating to the thought of Uncle Jeremey taking her virginity with his enormous dick, her fingers working tirelessly on her 18 year-old pussy. He had wanted to have sex with her the other night, he had given her the chance. It had been her choice. If she ever got that chance again, would she be able to turn it down? She came again. What am I going to do? … The next day at breakfast Cindy wasn't able to touch her cereal. Her only thought were of her uncle, the bastard. She was wearing a pink top and a pair of black running shorts, her curly dirt blonde hair fell to her shoulders and framed her tender neck. Her father was working, even though it was Saturday, and her mom out shopping. Beckie came down the stairs, her brown hair a rough mess, still wearing a white pajama covered in pink animals. Her slippers were the kind of fluffy puppies that barked if you squeezed them. “Morning, Cindy.” she said, yawning. “Good morning. You slept till late.” Cindy remarked. “Yeah, I guess I did.” “Sorta unlike you.” “Couldn't sleep.” “Me neither.” Cindy said, and thought of her uncle's fat dick. Her pussy became wet at the mere thought. This was so wrong. They spent the next few minutes in silence. Beckie got herself a bowl of cereal and went upstairs. Then Cindy's phone vibrated in her pocket. It was from her uncle. Last thing Cindy knew, he didn't have her number. But despite herself, she felt excited. A tingling sensation built up in her stomach, and her heart almost skipped a beat as she read the text message. “Need relief. You home?” Oh, shit. What am I gonna do. “Yes, but Beckie is home.” she typed, her heart racing. “Come to my place.” he sent her a minute later. “I can't.” “Then I'll come and pay sweet little Beckie a visit.” Fuck! “Okay. I'll come over.” Cindy realized she was touching herself, getting wet and hot underneath her running shorts. First she hesitated, but then she sent another message. “What are you gonna do to me?” A short while there was no reply. Then Uncle Jeremy sent her a picture of his throbbing tower of a cock, and she remembered the intoxicating sensation its taste and smell had given her. She typed with her one hand as she rubbed herself through her shorts with the other. “Be there in 20 min.” she typed. It was only twenty minutes by bus to Uncle Jeremy, and Cindy was already out in the hall when she called upstairs to tell Beckie she was going out. It was a bright sunny day, summer break only weeks away. She stood anxiously waiting at the bus stop, the two minutes it took for the bus to arrive felt like hours. When it finally came and she got on, she was hit with a wall of mixed feelings. Why was she doing this? Why was it so exciting? Her uncle's dumb face appeared in her head and she felt nothing but disdain for him, but then memories of the way he'd dominated her and how dizzy his sperm had made her and the size of his dick came over her and she felt an aching not just in her pussy but in her chest. She desperately did not want to be attracted to him, but she was. And she was going to his house. Alone. She got off the bus with a sense of trepidation unlike anything she had ever felt in her life. It was a shot walk to her uncle's house, and even though she had every opportunity to turn around and go home, she kept walking. Eventually she found herself outside the door to his apartment complex, and she pressed the intercom. His apartment number was 324. “I- It's me.” she said with a shaky voice. The door opened. She went in and got in the elevator. The journey to the third floor only took a couple of seconds but they felt longer. She was having doubts. But too late now, she was practically at his door. She proceeded down the hallway, thinking if she didn't do it Beckie might have to. Never once did the thought cross her mind, that she could report her uncle to the authorities. Her chest was beating and her pussy was aching when she knocked on his door. A moment of awkward silence, then it opened. Uncle Jeremy was wearing a worn t-shirt and a pair of loose shorts. He had smug grin on his unshaven face. “Come in.” he said. She stepped inside, her legs wobbling, her footing insecure. Her breath was heavy. He closed the door behind her. His apartment was a messy, barely decorated two roomer. Judging by the smell of the place, her uncle hadn't aired it for a while. “Can I sit down, uh, somewhere?” she asked, looking for a chair or couch. He didn't seem to have a proper living room, just a hallway, a kitchen and a bedroom with a TV. She feared the conclusion, then again, wasn't that what she'd come for? “Let's sit down on the bed.” her uncle said. Of course he did. They went into the bedroom. Cindy was audibly panting. She noticed a few game consoles, and a bookshelf with comics. Jesus, wasn't this a grown man? Then, as they sat down on the bed, she noticed just how grown a man he was. He put his arm around her, spreading his legs. His penis was poking out of the leg of his shorts. Even flaccid, it was as long as Brad had been when totally hard. She tried prying her eyes from it, but when her uncle's face was the alternative, she chose to focus on the TV. He was watching anime. The trash. He was caressing her arm now. Pulling her closer. Her eyes kept stealing glances of his dick. Why wasn't it hard? Didn't he want her? “Why did you choose to come here?” Jeremy asked. “What do you mean? You told me to, you creep.” “Yeah, I did.” her uncle chuckled. “But I didn't make you.” “Are you serious?” she tried to sound defiant, but his strong touch and pungent smell seemed to pacify her. “You, you said you will do these thing wi- to Rebecka if I didn't.” “But you came here because I made you feel good the other night. And you want me to make you feel good again.” “Yeah right!” again, she tried to act up, but her lack of sincerity was palpable. “So I suppose,” he said as he reached between her legs. “that this ain't because of me?” She was wet. She didn't know if he could feel it through her panties and shorts, but she was. He could be bluffing though. He was massaging her hard, so it felt through the fabric of her short, and even if she hadn't been wet when he started, now she would be. He got up and grabbed her shorts and pulled them off her. She recoiled, falling down on her back. His dick was now beginning to rise, struggling with the shorts that held it back. “Wha-what are you going to do?” she whimpered. “What do you want?” he asked, smug and confident. “I want to, to leave.” “No you don't. Be honest with me.” “I... I want... I want what you gave the... other night.” she pointed to her soaked panties. “I want you to lick me, and make me cum like I did before. And I... I want to give you another blowjob. You bastard.” To this Uncle Jeremy just laughed. Then he gestured her to keep going. “And I... I... I want. I can't say it.” “Say it, little girl.” “I want to have sex.” “Then take off your top.” Hesitantly, she obliged him. She got up, sitting on her knees on top of his bed. She pulled her pink crop top over her head, revealing her sizable 32C cups. “Nice bra. Very cute.” her uncle said, his eyes fixed on her breasts. “T-thank you, Uncle.” she whimpered. The embarrassment was unbearable but she felt compelled to continue. Suddenly, Uncle Jeremy pushed her back on the bed. He went down on his knees and pulled off her panties, exposing her wet pussy. “I love the smell down here.” he said. “Whatever you say, I know that your pussy won't lie to me. It wants this. I know you want it too, but you doubt yourself.” “Wh-whatever. Just do whatever you're going to do.” “Hahaha! Some words who literally seconds ago said she wants me to fuck her. You're conflicted. I get that. This is incest, you know. Say it.” he said as he gently caressed her labia. “This, this is incest.” “Say it properly.” his breath was cool on Cindy's hot and wet mound. “... This is incest. Uncle Jeremy.” “And that turns you on, doesn't it?” “No!” she gasped as his tongue entreated entry on her hot snatch. “No?” he returned. “It's your,” he struggled to speak, the combined senses of her uncle's touch and the sheer wrongness of the situation was too much to handle. “It's your cock. It's so big, and the smell makes me dizzy.” “So that's it?” “Yes! Don't stop. I fucking hate your guts, but I can't stop thinking of your huge cock.” Her uncle didn't answer, unless you count thoroughly rolling his tongue inside the lips of her pussy a reply. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I can't be cumming this fast!” Cindy yelped between violent breaths. But just as she felt her climax rising to the top, he stopped, retreated. The violent pleasure was reduced to a teasing, just like he had done the other night. That time, he had pushed her to the brink over and over, built her up until she was ready to burst, and when he finally had made her cum it had been a brain melting cascade of earth-shattering orgasms that had lasted over ten minutes. Was he planning on doing that again? Already? Her thoughts were interrupted as he once again rose in pace, and her pussy once again caught on fire. Then, again, it stopped. This time, though, her Uncle Jeremy got up on his feet and looked at her sternly. She looked into his eyes, panting, her chest heavy. He didn't seem so unkempt or scrawny anymore. He was grizzled and lean. In her eyes, he'd almost become handsome in a way. He gestured her to look down, and as she did she saw several inches of his penis sticking out of the left leg of his shorts. She crawled over to him, in awe she pulled his shorts down, releasing his magnificent cock. Free from the textile of his shorts, his dick pounced at her and brushed her face. The smell was immediate and strong. She felt intoxicated by it. She felt distant and weightless, the way one does in the afterglow of a strong orgasm. But this was still foreplay. She couldn't to taste the pleasure her uncle would give her. “It's so huge, Uncle.” “If you want me to keep making you feel good, well, you know what you got to do.” “I do.” she said and, looking up at him, to the amazement of herself, she smiled at him. “I'm going to suck you huge dick, Uncle.” She started by giving it a tender kiss. It felt appropriate, as she felt more strongly about this sex organ than she had about any of her exes. Then she cupped his large balls in her one hand, and started to carefully jerking his dick with the other. She was kissing the head of his dick, her tongue gently licking it. Then she built pace, and started making out with the tip of her uncle's penis, before sucking down on it hard, taking as much as she could into her mouth. She still had plenty of room to spare, and started jerking it with both hands, still having ample room to suck it. “Get some spit on it, Cindy dear.” her uncle urged her. She happily complies, salivating until there was enough spit to make the big hard dick slide easily into her mouth, and her hands to glide along the thick shaft. As she felt more comfortable sucking off her uncle, she decided to try taking his big dick down her throat. She readied herself and took it as far down she could, but could barely take the first five inches without gagging. “Looks like you need some practice, sweetie.” Jeremy said. “Do you mind if I keep practicing, Uncle?” Cindy said with a newfound softness in her voice, her submission slowly creeping in inside her mind. “By all means, once summer break starts I expect you to come visit me all the time.” “I don't care to visit you, but I'll come visit this amazing cock as often as I can!” This pathetic show of defiance was halfhearted to begin with, and Cindy knew that. As she kept sucking her uncle's member with fanatic zeal, she started dreading the fact that would not be able to stop, that she might have to come to terms with the fact that it was uncle that turned her on. She could only hide from it for so long, and as much as she wanted to deny it, she knew in her heart that it wasn't just his dick she wanted. She rebelled in her submission to him. The idea of her dirty, deadbeat uncle pushing her down by the bed and training her to be a good, obedient slut sent electricity down her spine all the way to her dripping wet pussy. It had taken so little to make her realize this. But she wasn't ready to admit it. Not to herself and certainly not to Uncle Jeremy. So for now, she was determined to keep up the charade of only being interested in the fat meatstick between his legs. “Less talking, dear.” he said and grabbed her by her head, nestling his hands in her hair, and started moving his hips. He showed little regard for her throat, pumping his dick into her mouth. First five inches, then six, then seven. Cindy opened her mouth as wide as she could, and could only brace herself and weather out the storm as her uncle facefucked her, gagging be damned. “If you can't take it all you're worthless to me, you hear? So you better practice.” he grunted, and pulled his hips back, giving Cindy a brief moment to breath. “I'll get better for you, Uncle Jeremy. I'll take all of your cock. Then he attacked her mouth again, coming down on her like a piston, fucking her mouth in every sense of the word. He varied pace, sometime slowing down, but only ever to prepare for a real fuckstorm where his hips would work double-time to make sure Cindy's throat got a fucking that would give most pussies cramp. After several minutes he let go of her, and pushed her aside. He placed her as if she was a mere doll, and she didn't move a muscle to stop him. With her back on the bed and her head leaning over the edge of the mattress, she opened her mouth to welcome his big cock. He grabbed her by the legs and sank his thick fuckstick down into her wanting mouth, and fucked her throat gently while he licked her pussy with a level of expertise that her 18 year old body had never even imagined. He repeated his usual pendulum of aggressive twirls of the tongue and gentle licks, and every time Cindy felt like an orgasm was coming she knew it would recede, and took great pleasure in wanting to shower in the radiant glow of her orgasm and her uncle's unwillingness to give it to her. She also knew that when he decide to let her cum it would be so powerful, so mind-breakingly good that she might cum just from the thought. Finally her uncle let go of her, though she was a bit saddened to let go of the wonderful sensation of having his epic cock down her throat. The unpleasantness of being throat fucked had quickly given way for the basic pleasure of being manhandled the way she was. She wiped the saliva from her mouth, and her uncle piked her up and placed her neatly on the bed. He got on top of her, his thick dick waiting just at the entrance of her womanhood. “Are you gonna fuck me, Uncle?” she said in a girlish voice. It seemed to turn him on, but the voice came naturally. She just felt so powerless in front of him. “Yes I am, sweetie. I'm going to fuck you.” “Will it hurt?” “Maybe, but I've done my best lubricate it. You're a virgin, right?” “Yes, Uncle.” “Then it will feel strange at first, but I can tell you're excited enough. Those tales you've probably heard of painful first times were almost certainly because the girl was anxious or scared, or maybe the boy just didn't prep her right.” “Is that true?” “Trust me, honey. It doesn't hurt if you do it properly. And I'm going to do it properly.” With that, he slowly slid into her, and planted a big, passionate kiss on Cindy's lips, that she was powerless not to resuscitate. She whimpered as she and her uncle kissed, not because she was in any way uncomfortable, but because her pussy instinctively tightened, trying to keep out his massive dick from getting any deeper. With time though, as he gently pushed and pulled, her pussy relaxed and let him go deeper with each push. In a minute, her well-lubed vagina easily let the whole length of 10 inch cock thrust into her harder and harder. They kissed with tongues of wild animals as her uncle fucked her ferociously. “Ohh, fuuuck” she exclaimed, breaking the kiss. “Uncle, you fuck me so goooood. It's amazing! Your huge cock is going all the way in!” “You have a great pussy, Cindy. I'm going to enjoy making you my personal slut.” “Yes! Yes, do it! I'll come here everyday, and I'll do whatever you tell me. Just fuck me, and eat me out. Make me cum and let me suck your enormous cock.” “You're going to do everything I say?” “Everything! Ohhh fuck I'm burning.” He slipped out and violently flung her on her back. Grabbing her by the ankles and raising them up, he cleared the path for his cock to reenter her soaked cunt. This time, as he slid inside, Cindy was able to appreciate just how long it was, it seemed to take forever for all of it to go inside. He kept upping the pace, slowly but steadily, the same way he used his tongue to make her snatch catch fire. In a couple of minutes he was pounding her so hard that the whole apartment was shaking, and Cindy was at a loss of any mode of speech, unable to mouth anything more than frenzied, cock-hungry grunts and wails. “Uunle! I'm uuumming!” Her uncle started fucking her with a ferocity and fervor that made the previous 45 minutes of non-stop fucking seem like he was holding himself back, and he started rubbing her clit violently with a two lubricated fingers. “Cum for me, sweetie. Cum for your uncle.” “Uuugh! Aaah. It's, it's cumming! AAH! OOH FUUUUCKK CUMMMINGGG!” Cindy's vaginal climax coincided with a her clitoral climax, and erupted together in an orgasmic explosion of hot, furious pleasure. Her uncle slid out of her and starting licking her clitoris with strong twirls, keeping the fires of her orgasm lit as she came again and again. It was just like the other night, but even stronger. Things around her seemed to lose shape, colors became vibrant and saturated. She felt as if gravity had been upended and she was floating out into space. Then the entire apartment went black. … She awoke half an hour later. She felt as if she had just woken from a nap that was meant to last fifteen minutes but had somehow become a two hour sleeping session. Which is to say that she felt disoriented. For a few moments she couldn't say where she were or what day it was. Then she remembered. In the space of a few days, it felt like her whole existence had changed. Her uncle was, suddenly, no longer the low-life black sheep of the family. He was hung sex machine and she was going to be his slut from now on. She accepted it at that moment, and decided to act the part whenever they were alone. Right now, he was next to her with his back to the wall, watching some anime on his TV. She turned to him and purred. He was still naked, like her. She saw his soft penis, and without a word scooted over and lovingly inhaled it into her mouth. She caressed his legs as she sucked his dick into hardness, and soon enough it was hard and as big as ever. “You were pretty out of it.” her uncle said casually. “I've never felt so good in my life.” she said in a soft, dreaming voice. “Don't you feel silly now? About how you've trying to hide it for so long?” “Yes, Uncle. I feel so silly, but so good. I've always been hard on you, and I never realized why until now. It was because I wanted to be your bitch, your slutty niece whore.” she felt a tingling in her pussy, and savored the taste of his cock. “From now on you will treat me with respect in front of my family.” “Yes, Uncle.” “And you will follow my every order to the letter.” “Yes, Uncle.” She happily sucked him off, changing between slowly and thoroughly sucking his shaft, licking him up and down the length of his cock, and deepthroating him so that only three inches remained. She tilted her head so she could watch his anime with him while she worshiped his dick, and thought of how nice it would be to suck him off while watching Netflix with him. She was caught off-guard with idle fantasies of going to the movies with him, going out for walks, doing all the things she liked to do with Brad or any other of her boyfriends. It was then she realized that she wouldn't mind falling in love with her uncle. He was a mess. He didn't take care of himself. Didn't eat properly, or dress very nice, didn't exercise or groom his facial hair. But she could fix him. She would fix him and then she could move in with him and be his slutty niece forever. She could tell by his breathing and the twitching of his beautiful cock that he was close to cumming. She couldn't wait to taste his delicious cum, the smell was already making her high. She took it as far down to the base as she could before the first volley of sperm shot out. He must have cum a gallon as he empties his balls into her mouth. She could feel a faint after-quake in her pussy, a delightful mini-orgasm as she swallowed what she could of his yummy cum. The rest squirted onto her face as she released his dick from her face. She turned around and lay down on her back, with her head toward the foot end of the bed. She gathered the semen with her fingers and licked her uncle's cum from them one by one. She savored the taste of his cum before swallowing. “It tastes so good.” she said distantly. “You'll be drinking down my jizz a lot from now on, sweetie.” “Anytime you say, Uncle.” she smiled at him. “I'm going to hop into the shower. You're more than welcome to join me, though it might get a bit cramped.” “I'll be there in a minute.” Her uncle got up and headed toward the bathroom, his semi-hard dick dangling between his legs like a sausage at the butcher's. “Uncle Jeremy?” Cindy said, un-moving. “Yes, little girl?” “I really am sorry for the way I've always acted. You used to make me really uncomfortable, when you looked at me or made remarks. But you've made me feel so good, I don't see any of that when I look at you anymore.” “What do you see now?” She turned to him, and smiled. “I see my man. I'll be good slut for you, so don't do away with me, okay?” “Don't worry about that, sweetie. You're my little girl now, and I'm going to keep you forever.” “I'd like that. Oh, I feel so nice!” she said and stretched. Her uncle went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Cindy felt it hard to get out of bed but she wanted to join Uncle Jeremy before he finished. She realized she'd been here for almost one and a half hours, and soon Beckie and Mom would wonder where she was. She got up, she wanted to be fresh for when she got home, and hopefully her uncle could eat her out some more before she headed home. Summer break couldn't come fast enough. She was just about to enter the bathroom when she noticed a blinking light on her uncle's phone, which was lying on a nightstand by the bed. Curiosity got the better of her, and she checked who'd sent him a message. Absolute shock was what awaited her. On her uncle's phone, which had been on silent mode, was a string of messages from Beckie, from around the same time she had gone up to her room this morning to just an hour ago. Read in order, they said: 12:06 - Uncle, mom and dad are out. Can u come and fuck me again? - Beckie 12:07 Not today sweetie. - Jeremy 12:16 Cindy is going out, we'll be all alone. Plz I need you cock in my ass again – Beckie 12:19 Come to my place tomorrow. Busy today – Jeremy 12:48 Plz Uncle Jeremy u havn't fucked me since you visited 2 days ago. - Beckie 13:03 Im sorry Uncle Im so needy. Will u punish me tomorrow? - Beckie 13:17 Plz answer Uncle don't hate me. Ill let you cum inside again – Beckie 13:27 Sorry Im so needy! I'll make it up to u tomorrow. I love you I love you I love you – Beckie Cindy didn't know what to do. Jeremy had tricked her into doing all this. Two days ago he'd said he'd go to Beckie if she didn't suck him off, and he'd done it anyway! God's sake, it sounded like he'd been doing it for longer than with her. Longer than with Cindy... She didn't know what upset her most. The fact that her uncle was lying asshole or that she wasn't the only one he'd fucked. She marched into the bathroom, ready to lash out at him. He turned around and smiled at her, and suddenly she lost her footing. He looked so innocent, so vulnerable. Then she saw his cock, as hard as a rock, despite cumming just a few minutes ago. He grinned and said. “Up for round two, baby girl?” She wanted to scream at him, hit him, claw at him. But she couldn't. Memory of the pleasure he gave her won out against her feelings of betrayal. She knew she was being weak, but her hears told her that it cared more for the pleasure of his touch than it did for petty jealousy. She knew she would talk to him about this. But not now. She walked up to him, got into the shower with him. He put his arm around her, she felt his chest and grabbed his cock, looking hungrily into his eyes and she slipped down on her knees and licked his tasty shaft. She knew then, that she wasn't going to let Beckie steal him from her. He said she'd be his slut forever. “Do you want to cum inside me this time, Uncle?” .... Okay, so I wasn't totally prepared for continuing this story, but I put the bits there if the interest existed. I think I have material for a couple of more entries, but there is alot on my plate so I can't guarantee a steady flow of chapters. That said, please leave comments and constructive feedback. It's nice to be back on the site. I will be continuing Malpractice too, chapter 1-4 were posted on an older account so you'll have to search for them on the site, if for some reason they are not there anymore, say so in the comments or send me a PM and I will re-upload them on my current account.

CHAPTER 1 Max was 22 years old, unemployed , & smoking a joint while sitting on the living room sofa . Beside him as a smooth jazzy porn like song played ,his mom Carol(52) was 5ft 8 135 pounds with 38dd juggs danced a sexy dance in her 5 inch spiked heels while in her yellow bikini. His stepmom Joyce who dispised him only a month ago was now sucking on his 9inch penis. As Max got high from the pot Carol swung her hips gently to the music . Max had hypnotized her 6 weeks ago. He was a man in heaven , things were looking up as he watched 39 year old Joyce's head bob up&down at a more rapid pace. This bitch had broken up a happy home 2 years ago when she had seduced his father Bill a local accountant , who was now only a shill of a man whose only pleasure came from watching his son dominate, use & humiliate the women in his life. Max made him pay , once a year his father could fuck Joyce on their anniversary.Carol of course was off limits Chapter 2 Joyce had her mouth full & was now gagging on her tormentors prick , her pussy was wet , above her though Max was fixated on mom , Carol was stripping for him & Max loved it he had her take lessons on pole dancing & now shook her tits &ass like a pro.In appreciation he was gonna fuck the shit out her soon , His stepmom Joyce would have to make do with licking his balls & ass .And thats what happened, Max positioned mom in the doggy style position as Joyce got behind him & sucked his balls & gave him one her patented rimjobs. Max was about to explode a load so he had both wenches lay head to head as he jerked off & gave them both a jism facial. After which he took some photos of their jizz covered faces . He put one new photo bedside in both bedrooms of his 2 bedroom apartment. Chapter 3 Bill had gotten a phone call to come by Max's place he hadnt seen his wife Joyce for 4 days now , but he hoped Max was having fun with Joyce. He knew that Max had called so he could film him with his stepmom and or possibly his mom . Anyway as he arrived , he knocked on the door . Carol opened the door she was wearing nipple rings, a collar & leash & 7 inch thigh hooker boots (nothing else ) plus cum was running down her face. "Oh Hi Bill she said as if all was normal, the master is waiting for you in the living room, As Bill journeyed into the den he could see his wife was busy sucking on Maxs toes." Oh hi pops Max exclaimed "you can see that Joyce has a bit of a foot fetish he laughed . Did you bring the camera ? Yes i did sir Bill responded obediently . Great Max said. "Yo CUMSLUT he yelped at Carol go get me a beer i wanna gulp one down". "Yes son "Carol said obediently Chapter 4 Max had drank his third beer and now had to take a wicked piss. So both ladies who were now covered in facial jism, were lead by their collars & leashes by Master Max as pops filmed the goings on. Max was wearing a hood cuz he didnt want anyone to know he was a motherfucker (he laughed ).Bill had a hardon as they all headed to the small washroom. Max first lead his stepmom over the toilet and unloaded a vast amount of urine all over her face,tits and hair. Bill asked Max if he could jerk off while watching Max said no , Joyce can jerk you off when you get home (it was his gift to dad , he was feeling generous today , Max smiled). After the golden shower was complete he had Joyce kiss his cock & balls . "Thank you master " Joyce said after kissing Maxs privates.You are welcome pissbucket Max responded " now go get the mop & clean up the piss on the bathroom floor" yes sir his stepmom responded obediently. Chapter 5 After Joyce had cleaned up the piss on the floor , he had Joyce stinking of his pee stand beside Bill as Pops filmed scene 2 , Carol had some of his cum still on her face all crusty & shit so Max had her kneel in the bathtub as he peed all over his moms face & tits but not her hair. Covered in piss . He decided to have both moms stand on either side of Bill & he took a family photo of the three with his cellphone. This would be his prized possession ,His pissbucket moms standing with his wussy , wimpy father. Oh what a family reunion they had had today. Too bad tomorrow , was Monday & Bill had to work to support everyone. Tonight he would allow Joyce to go with her husband & wack him off, Tuesday she'd be back for more sex slave training. In the meantime Carol his mom should keep him horny & occupied. Chapter 6 Before Joyce left, Carol & her took a shower together. Both had huge knockers Joyce 40d & Carol 38dd , both washed the cum & piss off their faces, tits , hair, body & then sucked on each others nipples and tits . Meanwhile Bill kept filming , as the ladies started fingering one another.Max had completely dressed and was now watching these brainwashed lezzies go at it as he smoked another joint. This video he would watch tonight he planned to be lying on his kingsize bed as mom licked his balls & sucked his cock. "Bill get all the angles" he said as he watched Carol begin to fistfuck Joyce. "Pops do a good job & you maybe able to fuck Joyce before your anniversary" Bill liked that idea, but he liked what Max had just done to the ladies even more. Max had hypnotized him to become a hardcore cuckold.

It was four day after the night I spent with Mr. Clearwater. I had music blasting my ears as I laid on the couch waiting for Sherry to come home. My music was the only thing to help to keep my mind calm lately. It was Saturday and Sherry was with Ashley shopping for my birthday. Fifteen in three days and I still felt it was a miracle to reach that. I looked back at my passed birthdays and felt a shudder run through my body. The door opened and Mr. Clearwater walked in and I flipped off the radio. “How can you think with that music so loud?” He asked as I got to my feet and followed him into the kitchen. “That’s the point of it.” I said as I leaned up against the bar. “Is Sherry here I got half an hour before I need to be back at work and I was hope to get some time with her.” I laughed at how he said that. “Sorry I’m keeping her to busy from you but no she not. She with Ashley and I don’t expect her home for another two hours.” He looked like a sad puppy and my mind thought back to the night I spent with him. “If you want I can step in.” I felt nervous as he looked up and then I felt his hands under my arms as he lifted me on the counter. My crutches fall to the ground and he looked into my eyes. “Are you sure?” I smiled and nodded. “I love Sherry and I love have sex with her but I know she want to have me and you one time and I won’t mind it but I want to make sure that I can handle it and I did like when I was with you.” He smiled and leaned in and kissed me as I felt his hand pulling my short and panties off. I pushed up so he could and then I watched as he pulled down his pant and stepped in between my legs. He was still kissing me when I felt him push slowly into me and held it there well I got use to his size. As he pulled back I wrapped my hands around his shoulder feeling the power in him. I was moaning so hard that I was barely able to breathe. When I felt him cum I cried out as my orgasm flood his groin. “You’re a squirter like Sherry.” He said as he pulled out. Then he lower himself between my legs and I groan when I felt his tongue against my clit. I recognized Sherry style the moment he stated worked me to my second orgasm and I grabbed his hair holding him to my pussy. He kept going and I was soon reaching my third and it was by far the hardest I had yet. I fall back on the bar and was panting like crazy when he stood up and licked his lips. “I do love a squirter. You ok.” I could only nodded as he reached down and picked up my crutches and then helped me to my feet and even slid my panties and short back on before kissing me. “Thank for that I know how Sherry got so good now.” He laughed as he walked out of the house. I walked over and looked outside see the reporters circling. I watched as Mr. Clearwater car pulled out and then disappeared down the road. I was just about to pull away when a black SUV pulled up into the driveway and two men in suits and a woman in a dress suit go out and started for the door. I had just opened it when they reached the door. “Miss. Miller I’m Agent Falcon of the FBI.” He held up a badge and I stepped back and they walk in. “Can I offer you something to drink?” They shook their heads as I walked over to the couch and sat down. “Miss Miller we are here about your foster father Mike Castile. Is this him?” He asked as showing me a folder with his picture paper clipped to the front. “Yes what is this about?” He nodded then handed the folder to the women. “Your foster father real name is Doug Fontana he was a low level enforcer for a New York drug cartel that we have been trying to build a case against for years. Do you know how we can find him?” I was taken aback by this and shook my head. “Trust me if I know he would be in jail right now.” I could see unease in his eyes and my gut told me that I was about to get pissed. “Miss Miller when your foster father is arrested or found we intend to give him immunity for his testimony in making the case against the cartel.” I felt my jaw drop as I rose to my feet getting in the guys face. “Your tell me that you going to let him get away with beating and raping me, taking my ability to have children, and for put me in this fucking crutches. Then you have the fucking balls to come up in here and tell me this to my face.” I was lived and when the other man grabbed my shoulder I jerked away. “Don’t fucking touch me and GET THE FUCK OUT OF THIS HOUSE NOW!” I watched as they got up and walked to the door before they left Agent Falcon turned back. “I understand that this may upset you but the drug cartel needs to be stopped.” I looked over at him and spit on the floor. “Go fuck yourselves.” I said and they left. I pulled out my cell phone and dialed Mr. Clearwater. “Becky is something the matter I just about to pull in at the station?” I took a breath. “You told me that if I felt like that again to call you well after what just happen I feel like it again can you come back.” He said he was turning around now. I walked over to the wall and leaned against it as I felt my emotion spinning. I slid down it until I was on the ground and buried my face in my hands as my tears started to fall. Why after everything I have been through was this happening. I slammed my head against the well several times. When Mr. Clearwater got home he found me sitting there crying. Ashley and Sherry walked in also and they all found me like that. “Becky what is the matter when I left early you were fine why did you say you felt like taking your life again?” Mr. Clearwater said and I heard Ashley and Becky gasp. I looked up at him. “He’s going to get away with what he did to me.” I said and wrapped my arms around him and cried into his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around me. “What do you mean we’re going to find him?” I shook my head and felt him tight his hold. “After you left the FBI showed up tell me that he was some kind of enforcer for a drug cartel and in exchange for his testimony they were going to give him immunity for what he did to me.” The only sound in the living room was my crying then he pulled me up into his arms and carried me over to the couch and laid me down on it. He walked into the kitchen and Sherry walked over to me. “I can’t believe this. Did you know anything about this Ashley?” She asked turning towards her. “I don’t even know what going on what do you mean drug cartel.” I slowly stopped crying and shrugged then we all jumped when we heard Mr. Clearwater’s screaming in the kitchen. “They had no fucking right to show up here. They should have come to the office first and I'll be damn if I let this go without a fight. I don’t give a damn about no cartel. Let him off for what he did to a little girl is bull shit.” We were all staring at the kitchen door when he walked out and god damn I had never see him so mad before. “They are at the station now and I head back to handle this.” He placed his hand on the side of my cheek. “I will do everything I can to make sure that asshole pays for what he’s done.” He walked out and I laid my head down. “Will this nightmare ever end?” I didn’t eat anything that night and even refused to going to bed. Mr. Clearwater got home around three and near jumped out of his skin when he found me sitting alone in the living room in the dark. “I made a call to the Governor and left a massage about this with him. If I can get him on our side we may have a shot also I screamed at Agent Falcon about coming to you without coming to me first.” I just nodded and he walked into the kitchen. “Can’t sleep either?” I didn’t even know Sherry was still up. “I can’t sleep with her just sitting there. Why after everything she been through did this have to happen. I want to help her but there’s nothing I can do or say that can and I worried that she might…” She let her sentence go but I know what she was talking about. The thought was still bouncing around in my head not matter what I did to stop it. It wasn’t fair that he was going to walk after everything he did. “I’m doing everything I can but as of yet nothing new is happening. The FBI wants his testimony and they feel that the only way to get it is to give him immunity in this case.” I heard a stool move. “Has she eaten anything?” “No she just been sitting there even after it got dark she wouldn’t even get up and turn the light on. Dad, she’s scaring me. Do you think she can handle this if he does get off?” A tear rolled down my face as I listen but I just couldn’t react. “I really don’t know about that honey. She will never feel safe with him out there and the FBI is going to make this all disappear I fear. They move him and give him a new name and identity so even we won’t know who he is.” It was then that I finally managed to decide. I slowly got up and walked to Mr. Clearwater room and walked over to his bedside table and opened it. Lying on towel was his backup gun and I reached out and grabbed it. I walked over to his dresser and opened his second drawer down and pulled out his key to unlock the trigger. I slid the key into the lock and it clicked and fell to the floor. I walked over to his bed and seat on the edge and just started at it. “Becky put the gun down please.” I looked up and saw Mr. Clearwater standing at the door with his arm held out in front of him. I could barely see Sherry behind him. “Why even if he gets away with it he won’t stop he’ll never stop come for me?” I looked back at the gun and saw a tear fall onto it. “He won’t stop until he kills me and Sherry why shouldn’t I just end it with me at less she would be safe from him?” I pushed the safety up until it was armed. “And how will this make her feel? She loves you and I love you but if you do this you going to hurt her more please Becky I know this is hard but you got to put the gun down.” I know that it was already loaded and I brought it up and held it against my head. “I tried and failed with the razor but this won’t.” I closed my eyes and started to pull the trigger. “If you do this Becky I will just pick the gun up and do myself.” Sherry said and I turned towards her. I saw tears rolling down her face but I could tell she meant what she said. I just stared at her then I dropped the gun and fall sideways on the bed and cried. She come over and seat down beside me and rubbed my head. “I don’t know how hard this is for you and I know that you just want it to end but this is not the way.” Mr. Clearwater walked over and picked the gun up and relocked the trigger. Then he placed it in his drawer and locked it too. He walked over and seat down next to us and rubbed my back. “Becky, please don’t do this to me again. I can’t lose you and Sherry. I love both of you girls and am glad to have you as my daughters.” I looked up at him as he said that. “You are just as much a daughter as Sherry is and I know if you do manage to kill yourself she will be next.” I wiped my face and set up. “I’m sorry it just so much happening and I can’t think. The emotions are just so crazy and hard that I just want peace and quiet.” I threw myself at him and held on tight as he hugged me back. Then I felt Sherry wrap her arms around us and we just seat like that for a moment. I found myself waking on Mr. Clearwater bed. Voices were coming from the living room. “No offences sir I don’t care right now. I had to talk a fourteen year old girl out of blowing her brain out in my room last night because a bunch of agents told her that the monster that has taken so much from her was going to get away with it all. So I don’t really care.” I set up and looked around and saw that I was alone. “I understand that this is hard for you Detective, hell it hard for all of us. That young girl is in all our hearts and I working every angle I can to make sure this doesn’t happen.” I pushed to my feet and walked out and into the living room heading for the backyard. “Becky you hungry I can make you something?” I shook my head as I made my way out back. Him and a guy in his forties or fifties followed me out. I lit up a cigarette and sat down in my normal chair. “Becky this is my boss Chief Staggins.” I said hi but never looked up. “Miss Miller I want to assure that we are doing everything we can to make sure this man pays for what he did to you.” I nodded and after awhile they left. “Maybe when the Governor comes down we sure have him meet her. It may help him to understand what this man has done.” I heard the sounds of glasses being place on the table. “I don’t know if she up for that but maybe it will help. I talk with her and see what she thinks, that is if she will talk.” “How you daughter holding up I understand that they are really close.” Mr. Clearwater sighed. “I don’t know either to be honest. They are so close that what hurts Becky hurts her. I worried about what Becky might try and I worried that Sherry will follow. I thought about send them both to my mother place up in the mountain but Becky feels safe in this house with the cops and reporters…What if this story was leaked to the press?” “It could pull a lot of support our way but it would have to be careful how it was done.” They left shortly after that and I walked back inside and sat down on the couch and flipped on the music. I must have falling asleep because the music being cut off woke me. I set up and rubbed my eyes. When I lowered my hand I felt my heart stop. Six people I had never see before was sitting in my living room. “Who are you and what do you want?” One of the guys held out his hand but I didn’t take it. “It’s not nice not to shake a hand when it being offered.” I laughed “It’s not nice to broke into someone house when they are asleep on the couch.” He laughed and nodded. “Sorry about that I guess your right the name is Salice, we looking for a friend of ours by the name Mike or Doug which one you want to use.” I had a good bet I know who they were. “Sorry but I can’t help you I wish I could at less if you found him I know that he would not be alive soon after.” He smiled and nodded. “I see you know who we are and why we are looking for him.” I nodded “I think I have an idea but I really don’t know where he is.” He sighed and nodded and I felt hands grab my shoulders pulling me over the back of the couch. “I swear I don’t know.” “Oh I believe you, this is just a massage for the Agent Falcon.” Two guys held me between them and another guy walked in front of me. “Please don’t you want a message passed on I tell him but please don’t do this.” I cried out as the man fist came down hard against my face. I tasted blood in my mouth but he didn’t stop. I not sure how many times he punched me but when he was done I felt my hands being tied behind my back. “Open wide whore and if you bit me I promise I will cut you tits off.” The guy who hit me side as he pulled his dick out of his pants and shoved it down my throat. I felt them pulling my pants off and another dick being shove into me. My mind shut down as they raped me and the one in my mouth came. Once he pulled out another took his place. The guy behind me pulled out and I screamed into the dick when he shoved full force up my ass. Five of the men cum down my throat well the six shot his load up my ass. When they were done using me Salice bent down to my ear. “Make sure that Agent Falcon knows this was us and also if you even think about testify against me…well let your thoughts ran wild.” I closed my eyes and waited until I heard them leave. They had untied my hands as they did and I crawled over to my crutches then got dress. I walked outside and got into the back of one of the cop cars. “My god Becky what the hell happened?” One of the cop cars asked as he looked at me. “Just take me to the station.” He nodded and pulled off. It was my first time inside the Frosten County Police Station and the laid at the front desk show me and walked out to me. “Are you alright ma’am?” I shook my head. “I want to see Agent Falcon please. She took my arm and helped me in back and I saw about twenty cops look up. I say shock on their face but just kept looking for Falcon. We found him and Mr. Clearwater in the Chief office and before the lady could say anything I said. “Salice sends his love.” They turned and I saw Mr. Clearwater jaw drop. “Becky what the hell happened?” I just stared into Agent Falcon eyes. “Thanks for this.” “I had no idea Salice would came after you.” I spit blood at his feet. “Well you sure as hell didn’t do anything to make sure he didn’t. Don’t even think I stupid enough to testify either he did this just to let you know he here.” Mr. Clearwater grabbed my arm and leaded me away. “How did this guy get in?” I laughed. “Guys you mean six of them.” He walked me into a room and closed the door. He pulled a first aid kit and started cleaning up my face. I jerked when his touched my eye. “He here for Mike and I told him I didn’t know where he was. He said he believed me that this was for Falcon.” About that time Falcon walked in and Mr. Clearwater broke his nose. “This is on you.” Mr. Clearwater finished cleaning me up then took a seat beside me. “Miss Miller I am sorry that this happened to you. Are you sure that the guy’s name was Salice.” I shrugged “Miss Miller these guys are danger if you give me something I can arrest him.” I turned away and laid my head down. “Telling you anything will get me killed. Don’t you get it this is what he did just to say hi to you if I talk I be died by the end of the week.” “We can get you into a safe house…” I jumped up and stared into his eyes. “I had three police cars outside my house and reporters, how much safe can it get then that.” He looked at me clearly trying to find a way for me to be safe but I know I would never be safe not if I helped them. I left them standing there and head back outside. “You should have said inside bitch.” I turned and stared into Mike’s cold eyes before I looked down at the barrel of the gun he held right before the flash of a round being fired filled my vision. Pain unlike any I have felt before ripped through my chest and then nothing. When I opened my eyes I found myself laying on the ground staring at Mike’s body laying across from me with his eyes open but no life in them. It hurt to turn my head but I need to know what happen and found that Mr. Clearwater had followed me out. He was standing there holding his gun aiming where Mike had once stood with smoke rising from the end. He dropped to his knee beside me and pulled me into his arms screaming for someone to get an ambulance. “Thank you.” The words were barely above a whisper but he nodded and I felt a wave of tiredness wash over me. Mr. Clearwater face blurred until I felt my eyelids close. It still hard to believe I survived after all I had been through but here I was five years later watching sherry play with the new dog Mr. Clearwater gave to us. We still lived together and sherry and I are still madly in love with one another. I not sure what the future will hold for me but only time will tell. I was very lucky that the shot passed cleanly through my chest missing my heart and lungs. The End

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2009 It was a warm day in the early summer of 1961 at Hirstmere Hall, an exclusive boarding school for girls in the southern English countryside. In a top floor study-bedroom, seventeen year-old Sixth Form pupil Susan Meacham was enjoying what she liked best: applying her tongue and fingers to a girl’s cunt and hearing the whimpering moans as she took her to climax. Susan was an adept pussy-eater who had given satisfaction to quite a few girls in her class; she followed the adage often uttered by her teachers, although they probably had other endeavours in mind – ‘practice makes perfect’. The little hussy in front of her, lying back on the bed with her eyes closed and soft groaning sounds issuing from her half-open mouth, was even more delectable than most – in both her attractiveness, and her wanton enjoyment of their mutual lust. Susan did not normally trawl the younger girls (it was almost an unwritten rule that sexual pleasure was taken only with girls of the same year), but Belinda Carrington was worth making an exception for. She was without doubt the prettiest girl in the Fifth Form, with dark hair platted into pigtails, large brown eyes in a cute and deceptively-innocent pixie face, and rosebud lips. Belinda was just over sixteen years old and quite petite, only five foot three inches, with a slim waist, pertly thrusting conical tits which although not really large were quite noticeable on her small body, and a deliciously jutting ass. It was the latter which had most caught Susan’s eye, and there was no doubt that the little minx had been flouncing it past her in a deliberately coquettish way. After a few unmistakeably flirtatious conversations, in one of which Belinda had apparently absent-mindedly undone her top three shirt buttons to give the bigger and taller girl a good view of her bra and cleavage, she had served up a pretext by asking Susan for assistance with some maths problems she was stuck on. Susan had readily consented to help, and suggested a ‘private study session’ in her room on this afternoon – at which the younger girl had actually fluttered her eyelashes at her, smoothed her hands across her shirt front, and promised breathily that she would be there ‘ready and willing for you to show me how to do it’. Well, thought Susan, what could be a clearer promise than that, and the Saturday afternoon – when most pupils and teachers were out for the half-day – would be the perfect opportunity. Susan was well above average in physical charms herself. She had recently turned seventeen, and was five foot eight inches tall, with long natural blonde hair that was usually kept behind an Alice-band or in a pony-tail. Her eyes were more grey than blue, and her figure was ripening into womanhood, with breasts a little fuller than most of the other Sixth Form girls. She was quite slender and trim, and there were still traces of girlish coltishness in her movements. As she was in one of the two senior years (she would be in the Upper Sixth next year), she was entitled to her own study-bedroom – although she rather missed the sexual antics which she had enjoyed with her roommate during the previous year, after ‘lights out’ was called by the teacher on duty. When Belinda arrived for their assignation, neither girl bothered much with the pretence that she was there for help with her maths. Susan gestured for the pretty young schoolgirl to sit on the bed, and then sat down next to her, thigh against thigh. Belinda looked at her demurely, and put her arms behind herself for support, leaning back slightly in such a way as to stick her breasts out even more prominently. Susan placed one hand on Belinda’s nearest knee, and when there was no protest or comment she slowly slid it under the grey uniform skirt and upwards to find and stroke the front of her panties – as she did so, Belinda parted her thighs to allow easier access. For a brief moment, Susan withdrew her hand to unbutton and remove Belinda’s plain white shirt and blue-and-black school tie. Then she urged Belinda further onto the bed, so that the young slut’s head was resting on the pillow. Susan tugged Belinda’s panties down her legs and threw them away, and then pushed the younger girl’s skirt up around her waist and spread her legs wide apart. Susan knelt between them, reaching first for Belinda’s sweetly perky breasts, scooping them out of the plain white cotton bra and then tweaking and licking at the nipples. Belinda started to moan at this, with murmurs that became louder as Susan transferred the attentions of her mouth to the younger girl’s pussy. Several minutes passed pleasantly whilst the tip of Susan’s tongue poked into the tight crevasse of Belinda’s cleft. As she concentrated upon the taste and texture of the sweet girlish opening between Belinda’s thighs, Susan did not hear or notice the door of her room opening. Her first warning was when Belinda gave a startled squeal and jerked backwards against the headboard of the bed, leaving Susan’s face to flop down on the bedsheet. The noise had been very different from Belinda’s previous gasps of pleasure, but when Susan lifted her face to see the cause of this upset, she gave a horrified squawk of her own. Standing beside the bed, hands on her hips and a stern expression on her face, was one of the teachers – Miss Barker, who taught geography and took a class for gym and sports as well. There was nothing Susan could do – she had been caught in a forbidden sexual perversion, and with Belinda’s undressed state and her mouth on the girl’s cunt there was no point in denying it. The colour drained from Susan’s face, as she regarded the stern teacher with shock and fear. Miss Barker was in her early 30s, a fit and sporty woman whose lean figure was the result of frequent exercise; she had fairly short black hair cut in not quite the latest fashion, and the outline of her breasts and the bra encasing them could be seen against her green woollen jumper. Below this she wore a rather severe brown tweed skirt, stockings and plain brown shoes. Miss Barker was not an unpopular teacher, for although quite strict she also had a sense of humour, but now there was no sign of amusement in her expression. ‘Susan!!’, demanded the teacher, ‘what is going on here?’ There was no answer to that rhetorical question – it was obvious what had been taking place, and Susan certainly wasn’t going to name it out loud. After a moment, Miss Barker gave both girls their orders. Susan would report to the Headmistress’s office at once, for as the older girl her offence was the most severe. Belinda was instructed to put her clothes back on, and to wait in Miss Barker’s room until she also would be called to account by the school’s head. As a subdued Belinda started to pull her knickers back on, Susan’s arm was gripped by the forceful teacher and she was marched out of the room and down the stairs. Susan was still fully dressed in her school uniform: black shoes, white knitted socks, a navy blue pleated skirt that fell to just above the knee, a plain white shirt and the school tie. She was instructed to sit on one of the chairs in the corridor outside the Headmistress’s office, while Miss Barker knocked and entered the inner sanctum. After just a moment of the murmuring of voices, the teacher re-emerged and instructed the now tearful and fearful schoolgirl to go in. Susan hesitantly entered the room, whilst the teacher left in the other direction to locate the errant Fifth Former. When Susan entered the Headmistress’s study, she was almost quaking with anxiety. The head of the school had only been appointed two years before, and was an assured and assertive woman of a little over 40. Her name was Miss Sterling, and she was very handsome in a severe way: her dark hair was always tightly coiled and pinned, and she wore almost no make-up. She was quite tall, five foot ten or eleven inches, and well built in proportion – quite large breasts were hidden under her starched blouses and woollen cardigans, and the swell of her hips and buttocks were constrained in the plain two-piece skirts and suits which she always wore. Sitting behind her desk, the Headmistress regarded Susan sternly for a moment before speaking. ‘This is a very serious matter, Susan – very serious indeed. There is no doubt that you were engaged in perverse congress with another pupil – and, what is worse, a younger girl whom you had enticed, perhaps even pressured.’ There was no answer possible to this, as Susan would not make matters better for herself by claiming that Belinda had been an eager participant (indeed, had almost seduced her rather than the other way round), and she would not make things worse for the younger girl by telling tales on her. So Susan just looked at the carpet, red-faced and with the tracks of tears on her cheeks, and mumbled something quite unintelligible. Miss Sterling sniffed disapprovingly, and then gave a slight sigh. To Susan’s horror, the head teacher then said: ‘I’m afraid that you must be expelled from the school; you will have to leave immediately, and I will write to your parents to tell them of the reason for your removal.’ Susan felt almost faint and staggered, clutching the edge of the desk to steady herself. This was awful – it was far, far worse than she had feared or expected. To be expelled from school for lesbianism in the early 1960s was a social disaster – whilst a great deal of sexual congress went on between the girls at boarding schools and the women’s colleges at Oxford and Cambridge universities, the absolute social rule was that it was never publicly acknowledged or exposed. This would mark Susan out as a pariah in her social circle, and it would appal and enrage her parents. She would be ostracised, and her wealthy father might even disinherit her. Anything – absolutely anything – was better as an alternative. Susan began to plead tearfully with the Headmistress, proclaiming how sorry she was and begging to be given another chance. She declared her willingness to accept any other punishment, if only she could remain at the school and her parents not be told of her misdemeanour. In her distraught state, she did not notice the gleam that came into the mature teacher’s eye when she offered this, or realise it was exactly what Miss Sterling had intended when she had announced her draconian punishment. The Headmistress pretended to be swayed by the girl’s contrition and beseechments into slowly reconsidering her decision, whilst concealing her inner glee and the warm dampening in the folds of her labia. This would be sweet, she thought to herself, sweet indeed, as she regarded the attractive and curvaceous young girl-flesh that was offering itself up to her mercy. ‘Well ...’ the Headmistress said with a show of reluctance, ‘if you mean what you say about accepting any other punishment, then perhaps another way is possible. But you must agree in advance to whatever I impose on you, and if you balk or object to it then you will be expelled without any further debate or appeal – is that agreed?’ Susan was so relieved that at once she gave her assent, and burbled her thanks to the teacher for giving this reprieve. ‘Furthermore,’ added the Headmistress, ‘for this offence, a single punishment is not enough – you will also report to my office twice a week for the same punishment for the rest of this summer term, and once a week all through next year.’ Susan gave a kind of gasp, but the alternative was no alternative at all, and she mutely nodded her assent – after all, she consoled herself, whatever it was couldn’t be too bad, and there were only seven weeks of the term left anyway; she could endure it, and do so next year as well. The Headmistress looked at her sternly, clearly requiring more definite assent, and with a bit of sniffing, Susan haltingly declared her acceptance of any punishment, as was deemed appropriate. ‘Good,’ said Miss Sterling less severely, and she handed Susan a handkerchief and told her to wipe her eyes and nose, and not to be afraid. The top of the Headmistress’s large rosewood desk was quite clear apart from a few papers and the telephone, which she removed to a side table. Susan was ordered to stand in front of the desk, and bend over it, face downwards. Miss Sterling stood up and removed her suit jacket, which she placed over the back of her chair. As the Headmistress slowly walked around the side of the desk, Susan was afforded a view of the mature woman’s profile which at any other time might have excited her – for it was clear that the Headmistress more than amply filled a large bra, below which she still had a flat stomach and narrow waist. But all Susan had eyes for was the cupboard to which the teacher went (affording a good look at her curvy ass as she did so), and from which she removed a long thin rattan cane. Susan gulped fearfully – she had been afraid it would be this. Of course, in 1961 corporal punishment was not thought odd or wrong, even when applied to older girls. The Headmistress actually caned girls comparatively rarely and only for serious matters, but Susan was aware that when she did use it, she had a reputation for being a mean hand with the cane. Still, Susan knew that she must take this, as refusing meant expulsion and its dreadful wider consequences. Carrying the vicious-looking cane in one hand, Miss Sterling went out of Susan’s view as she came round to stand behind her. A moment later, Susan felt the Headmistress’s fingers briefly touch the side of her leg before lifting upwards the school uniform skirt and laying it over Susan’s back, revealing her bottom. The girl’s fearful anticipation mounted, but for a moment nothing happened as the lustful lesbian teacher savoured the sight of the pretty young panty-clad bottom that was thrust out on display. Susan felt the Headmistress’s hand lightly caress her panties, and then she heard the dreaded words: ‘these will have to come off’. Miss Sterling hooked a finger around the elasticised waistline of Susan’s regulation plain white cotton knickers, and slid them gently down her legs. She gave a light rap with the cane on Susan’s right ankle, and when the girl lifted it in response, the panties were removed. For a second as she knelt behind the Sixth Former, the Headmistress had an unimpeded close-up view of the girl’s pretty pussy. She arose and took a step back, picking up the cane from where she had propped it. Now she gave a brief tap against the inside of each of Susan’s thighs, just above the knee. ‘Spread wider’, was the next injunction to the trembling schoolgirl, who hastened to obey, shuffling her feet sideways until they were about two feet apart and the teacher said ‘enough’. As Susan lay with her stomach flat on the big desk, her cute bottom jutting out over its side, her thighs parted and her hands gripping the further edge in anticipation of the pain to come, she was aware that all of her most private parts were now fully exposed to Miss Sterling’s sharp gaze. The suspenseful moment lengthened, and Susan gave a slight gulp. Then she felt the tip of the cane against the inside of her right knee, from where it slowly traced upwards against the soft flesh of her inner thigh. The schoolgirl could hardly believe it when the cane continued its inexorable rise up to the join of her legs, until it was pressing against the base of her pussy. She whimpered – surely the bitch was not going to cane her there?! Was that what she had been made to agree to? It might appeal to the teacher as some kind of horrible ‘punishment that fits the crime’, but it would be cruel and agonising. Susan began to tremble as the thin cane unmistakeably pressed against her pussy lips, and then it began to move backwards and forwards against them, sliding in between and lubricating her in the process. As the cane slipped in further and moved more vigorously, Susan began to feel aroused – she was on a knife edge of fear and excitement, each one feeding the other. The girl gave a slight moan and a different kind of shake, sexual and inviting. Out of her view, the Headmistress smiled in hawkish anticipation, enjoying how the girl was being turned on as she played with her. Miss Sterling then asked Susan one more time, saying it is her final chance to back out of their deal: does she still accept whatever punishment she is given now, and its repetition at other times? Susan had become so turned on from the cane’s pressure and probing that she gasped out; ‘yes, anything! oh! do whatever you want!!’ I shall, sweetie, thought the Headmistress, but she did not reveal her gloating anticipation of what was yet to come. The cane was removed, and Susan was aware that the Headmistress was standing very close behind and was bending over her prone form, breathing slightly heavily. Then, to Susan’s mingled shock, horror and joy, she felt a hand move up her inner thigh to touch her pussy lips, tracing along her slit and slipping inside where the rubbing of the cane had wet and widened her. ‘Ooooohhh!’ gasped Susan, writhing slightly under this tantalising touch, but she found she could not move very much, as the Headmistress placed her other hand firmly in the small of Susan’s back, pinning her down to the desk. As the Headmistress caressed and stroked the young girl, she leant further forwards to reach into her, and Susan felt the delicious weight of the teacher’s large breasts lower upon her back, the hard nipples jutting through the silky fabric of the blouse. The Headmistress’s fingers probed further into the Sixth Former’s pussy, until she encountered the girl’s unbroken hymen – a surprise, as she thought that such an active lesbian (for Miss Sterling knew very well which girls – and teachers – were inclined that way) would have lost it long before. Still, she thought, no time like the present! In a husky and excited voice, she whispered into Susan’s ear: ‘First of all, my girl, you’re losing that!’ Susan gave a kind of fearful whimper, but in truth she was so sexually aroused and so profoundly thrilled to be mastered in this way, to have such a mature sexual woman lust for her, that she would have accepted anything that was proposed, however bizarre – and, in fact, she had been wanting to lose her virginity anyway. With a smack to one of Susan’s thighs, the Headmistress wordlessly indicated that the girl was to roll over onto her back, but not to rise from her sprawl across the desk. The older woman quickly undid Susan’s school tie and unbuttoned her shirt, which was then pulled out of her skirt and open to either side. Miss Sterling took a second to admire Susan’s breasts, which were definitely fuller and riper than those of most seventeen year-olds. The Headmistress laid her hands on the two white bra cups, kneading the soft young flesh within, and Susan responded with gasps of pleasure and the spreading of her legs even wider. Next Miss Sterling scooped the twin mounds out of the bra, without removing the garment, and bent to apply her mouth to each of the stiffening nipples in turn. As she did this, the Headmistress thrust her right hand up Susan’s skirt to resume her caresses of Susan’s naked cunt. Then, after a minute or so of tit-sucking, she lifted the front of Susan’s skirt up like the bonnet of a car, and applied her mouth the puffy labia and wet, sweaty pussy in front of her. Susan was moaning and squirming on the top of the desk, her eyes closed, and begging for more. Miss Sterling rose from her haunches to her full height, standing between the prone schoolgirl’s spread legs. Looking Susan straight in the eye, she slowly and sensuously unbuttoned her own blouse, removed it, and then undid the fastenings at the side of her skirt. When she let that fall to her ankles, Susan drank in the stunning sight towering over her. Miss Sterling was now clothed only in a sexy black bra, which had enough wiring to thrust her full breasts upwards and outwards, and below that a lacy suspender belt from which two straps on each side held up her glossy back stockings. Over these straps, so it could be slid down in an instant – as Miss Sterling immediately proceeded to do – was a pair of quite skimpy red knickers, and their removal revealed a large Venus mound with a fuzz of dark hair around it which had been kept clipped, so that the gape of her slit was clearly visible. Miss Sterling turned to one side, giving a full view of her flaring full-bodied ass, and went to a cupboard in the corner. When she returned a few seconds later, she was holding something which Susan had heard rumours of, but had never seen before. Now a common enough sight, it was an early version of the strap-on dildo, with the out-thrust rod made from a dark firm rubber like that used in making bicycle tyres, Such devices were still rare in early 1960s Britain, and about three years’ earlier it had taken Miss Sterling quite some time to secure a discrete introduction to a specialist shop who would sell her one. The Headmistress stepped into it and buckled the straps tightly closed. Susan gave a slight gulp, for its role and use required no imagination to foresee. She had promised to accept any punishment, and was beginning to realise that ‘punishment’ in the sense of unpleasantness was not what was being intended, but she also knew from all the girl-tales told in the school that losing the cherry could be a painful matter. The Headmistress came to stand between her spread thighs once again, and rested a hand on Susan’s right breast, tracing its contours and then tweaking the nipple. She then told Susan to return to her face down position, and to spread her legs open, which the young girl silently obeyed. This was the part Miss Sterling liked most of all – a young girl’s cunt about to be shafted by her dildo – and she savoured the anticipation for a moment, which also had the effect of heightening the tension for Susan. Then, with no warning, the Headmistress gripped Susan’s hips and thrust the dildo into the pretty schoolgirl’s vagina, getting two inches with the first push. She rapidly increased the pace, pressure and depth, beginning what became a thorough doggy-fuck from behind, in the course of which one of the piston strokes with the dildo broke Susan’s hymen. The schoolgirl gave a cry of pain as it happened, and some involuntary tears leaked from her eyes, but after this momentary jab her lubricated wetness took over, giving the shafting strap-on an easy slide in and out of her. Susan soon began thoroughly to enjoy this – she had never before had sex with an adult woman, never mind one as powerful, imposing and experienced as Miss Sterling, and the schoolgirl gave herself up to the experience with total abandon. She was being fucked flat out on the desk top, with her cheek resting against the cool wood, and her rasping breaths became mewls of pleasure as she came for the first time from full vaginal penetration. ‘Oh, God!!’ screamed Susan, ‘Oh!! Oh, Christ alive!!’ ‘Don’t blaspheme’, chided the teacher, giving a smart smack to the side of the buttock which the enthralled and transported schoolgirl barely noticed. The taking of the eager girl’s virginity and the sight of her wild abandonment were hugely arousing for the Head teacher, and with a catch of her own breath she orgasmed immediately after her final deep penetration of Susan’s sloppy wet cunt. Miss Sterling then unbuckled the strap-on and put the end of the dildo in her own mouth, sucking Susan’s pussy juices from it as it were a lollipop. Before Susan got up, the Headmistress wiped around her cunt with a soft towel, which was simultaneously soothing and sensual. Then she pulled Susan’s panties back up her legs to their normal position, and helped the girl to her feet – she looked dazed, and was a bit unsteady. Miss Sterling reminded Susan that this was to happen on a regular schedule from now on – news which was now a delight to the lesbian girl, not a source of fear. The Headmistress told her to come to her study again on the next Wednesday evening at 8.00 p.m., and to Susan’s excitement she added that they would have longer then, and colud take it more slowly. Finally, the Headmistress informed Susan that she must also receive a punishment from Miss Barker (who had caught her pussy-eating the pretty Fifth-Form girl), before that teacher would let the matter drop. Once Susan was fully dressed again, and her dishevelled hair had been combed back into order, a quick call from the Headmistress’s phone summoned Miss Barker. Without a further word, the severe-looking teacher took Susan to the private sitting room of the small studio flat which she, like around half of the teaching staff, occupied on the main school premises. Once inside, Miss Barker locked the door and gestured Susan to kneel on the floor, and came to stand directly in front of her. ‘Well, Susan, finding you that way was hardly a surprise to me’, she said, and then to Susan’s shock the teacher added that she had heard the rumours as to what a good pussy-eater Susan was, and she intended to put it to the test. Then the teacher dropped her tweed skirt, revealing stockings and a garter belt, but no panties. Arching her hips, and taking a firm grasp of Susan’s pony tail, Miss Barker pulled the girl’s face right into her cunt. Susan needed no further encouragement – this she knew exactly how to do, this would produce a result. After a period of sucking and licking, Miss Barker’s pussy lips parted and moisture dripped from them onto Susan’s tongue and face. ‘Fuck it! You’re not bad at this, you little slut!’ the teacher said admiringly, and then she gasped as Susan’s tongue drove in deeper and rasped across her clitoris, sucking and rubbing it. Miss Barker’s breathing became hoarse and ragged, until suddenly she clamped Susan’s head tightly to her cunt, and her whole body shook and shivered in a lengthy orgasm. The satiated teacher looked at the smeared wet face of the schoolgirl, and drew it to her for a long, slow, tongue-twining kiss. Then she undressed Susan, stripped off her own clothes, and took the girl through the doorway to the adjoining bedroom. There she lay Susan down, and next thrilling hour was spent in sensuous love-making. It was early evening before Susan was released – not that she wanted it to end, but Miss Barker had a date with another of the teachers who lived in a small cottage about a mile from the school, with whom she would be spending the night and most of Sunday, and she needed to take a bath and get dressed. Susan tottered from the teacher’s suite, physically tired and with her leg and tongue muscles aching, as well as a recurring feeling of being bruised inside the pussy, but utterly exalted and delighted at the new lesbian experiences which the day had so unexpectedly brought. Meanwhile, about ten minutes after Miss Barker had led Susan away from the Headmistress’s study, there was a knock on its door. When told to enter, it was pretty sixteen year-old Belinda whose face appeared around the door – but it was not a contrite, daunted or fearful Belinda. She was wearing a huge smile, and trotted jauntily into the study, with a lithe youthful bounce and a flip of her hair. The Headmistress rose at once from behind her desk, greeting Belinda with a smile and a loving kiss, taking the girl into her embrace. ‘Well done, Belinda,’ said the Headmistress warmly, ‘you set that up just perfectly with Susan, and she is going to be a fine addition to our stable. Miss Barker is very pleased, she’s been wanting to have her for a while, and now Susan will be eating out of the palm of her hand – well, eating her, anyway!’ Belinda preened under the praise, and her face was flushed with excitement – for now she would get her reward, her favourite thing in all the world: feasting on the Headmistress’s pussy until the older woman came for her. Belinda had first been seduced three years before by the unmarried aunt of one of her friends, and whilst she was happy to fool around with other girls at the school, they just didn’t have the charisma, confidence and capable experience of a mature woman. Big busted women over 30 were Belinda’s true passion, and there was no one better in looks or authority at the school than its Headmistress. Miss Sterling locked her study door, and stood in front of her desk chair. Belinda knelt at her feet, undoing the fastenings and then taking down the woman’s elegant skirt – an hors d’oeuvre to the main meal that she loved. The Headmistress had not troubled to put her knickers back on after the shafting of Susan, and so this revealed her naked pussy, deliciously framed by the black stockings and suspenders. The Headmistress now sat down in her desk chair, which was swivelled to one side, and spread her legs apart. She took hold of Belinda’s pigtails and steered the schoolgirl’s face into her sweaty, dripping, musky pussy. The young lesbian lapped avidly at the cunt of the woman who was nearly three times her age, and gloried in her power to bring her to a shuddering, drenching climax. She used her right hand to spread open the top of Miss Sterling’s slit, slipping her fingers in to stretch and rub the vagina, whilst her tongue slurped in and out further down, before fastening on the woman’s clitoris. All this aroused Belinda intensely, and with her left hand she reached up under her school uniform skirt and impatiently tugged her own panties down to her knees. Then she thrust two fingers up inside herself, frigging her cunt as she licked and sucked on the Headmistress’s gaping and capacious hole, lapping up and swallowing her juices. Miss Sterling’s long experience of lesbian intercourse enabled her to stave off her climax for some time, lettting it build and build to a greater intensity so that when it finally arrived it was like a tidal wave. Afterwards, the Headmistress took off all of Belinda’s school uniform and sat the petite naked girl on her lap. Belinda’s legs were spread apart, and the Headmistress stuck her long index finger deep into the teenager’s sopping vagina; it entered her without resistance, as she had long ago lost her virginity. Rapidly, almost cruelly, the mature woman speared in and out of the girl’s cunt, fingering her to a vigorous orgasm. From a mixture of lust, excitement and submission, Belinda was sobbing and gasping as she came, her small frame wracked by a triple orgasm. Miss Sterling kissed her softly, and then told Belinda that her next task would be to seduce the attractive new assistant teacher of French language, Mademoiselle Claudette Theriot, a stylish young woman from Paris, and the two conspirators began to discuss their plan ... More chapters to follow ... If you enjoyed this, check out my other stories ... you might like them too ...

It was four day after the night I spent with Mr. Clearwater. I had music blasting my ears as I laid on the couch waiting for Sherry to come home. My music was the only thing to help to keep my mind calm lately. It was Saturday and Sherry was with Ashley shopping for my birthday. Fifteen in three days and I still felt it was a miracle to reach that. I looked back at my passed birthdays and felt a shudder run through my body. The door opened and Mr. Clearwater walked in and I flipped off the radio. “How can you think with that music so loud?” He asked as I got to my feet and followed him into the kitchen. “That’s the point of it.” I said as I leaned up against the bar. “Is Sherry here I got half an hour before I need to be back at work and I was hope to get some time with her.” I laughed at how he said that. “Sorry I’m keeping her to busy from you but no she not. She with Ashley and I don’t expect her home for another two hours.” He looked like a sad puppy and my mind thought back to the night I spent with him. “If you want I can step in.” I felt nervous as he looked up and then I felt his hands under my arms as he lifted me on the counter. My crutches fall to the ground and he looked into my eyes. “Are you sure?” I smiled and nodded. “I love Sherry and I love have sex with her but I know she want to have me and you one time and I won’t mind it but I want to make sure that I can handle it and I did like when I was with you.” He smiled and leaned in and kissed me as I felt his hand pulling my short and panties off. I pushed up so he could and then I watched as he pulled down his pant and stepped in between my legs. He was still kissing me when I felt him push slowly into me and held it there well I got use to his size. As he pulled back I wrapped my hands around his shoulder feeling the power in him. I was moaning so hard that I was barely able to breathe. When I felt him cum I cried out as my orgasm flood his groin. “You’re a squirter like Sherry.” He said as he pulled out. Then he lower himself between my legs and I groan when I felt his tongue against my clit. I recognized Sherry style the moment he stated worked me to my second orgasm and I grabbed his hair holding him to my pussy. He kept going and I was soon reaching my third and it was by far the hardest I had yet. I fall back on the bar and was panting like crazy when he stood up and licked his lips. “I do love a squirter. You ok.” I could only nodded as he reached down and picked up my crutches and then helped me to my feet and even slid my panties and short back on before kissing me. “Thank for that I know how Sherry got so good now.” He laughed as he walked out of the house. I walked over and looked outside see the reporters circling. I watched as Mr. Clearwater car pulled out and then disappeared down the road. I was just about to pull away when a black SUV pulled up into the driveway and two men in suits and a woman in a dress suit go out and started for the door. I had just opened it when they reached the door. “Miss. Miller I’m Agent Falcon of the FBI.” He held up a badge and I stepped back and they walk in. “Can I offer you something to drink?” They shook their heads as I walked over to the couch and sat down. “Miss Miller we are here about your foster father Mike Castile. Is this him?” He asked as showing me a folder with his picture paper clipped to the front. “Yes what is this about?” He nodded then handed the folder to the women. “Your foster father real name is Doug Fontana he was a low level enforcer for a New York drug cartel that we have been trying to build a case against for years. Do you know how we can find him?” I was taken aback by this and shook my head. “Trust me if I know he would be in jail right now.” I could see unease in his eyes and my gut told me that I was about to get pissed. “Miss Miller when your foster father is arrested or found we intend to give him immunity for his testimony in making the case against the cartel.” I felt my jaw drop as I rose to my feet getting in the guys face. “Your tell me that you going to let him get away with beating and raping me, taking my ability to have children, and for put me in this fucking crutches. Then you have the fucking balls to come up in here and tell me this to my face.” I was lived and when the other man grabbed my shoulder I jerked away. “Don’t fucking touch me and GET THE FUCK OUT OF THIS HOUSE NOW!” I watched as they got up and walked to the door before they left Agent Falcon turned back. “I understand that this may upset you but the drug cartel needs to be stopped.” I looked over at him and spit on the floor. “Go fuck yourselves.” I said and they left. I pulled out my cell phone and dialed Mr. Clearwater. “Becky is something the matter I just about to pull in at the station?” I took a breath. “You told me that if I felt like that again to call you well after what just happen I feel like it again can you come back.” He said he was turning around now. I walked over to the wall and leaned against it as I felt my emotion spinning. I slid down it until I was on the ground and buried my face in my hands as my tears started to fall. Why after everything I have been through was this happening. I slammed my head against the well several times. When Mr. Clearwater got home he found me sitting there crying. Ashley and Sherry walked in also and they all found me like that. “Becky what is the matter when I left early you were fine why did you say you felt like taking your life again?” Mr. Clearwater said and I heard Ashley and Becky gasp. I looked up at him. “He’s going to get away with what he did to me.” I said and wrapped my arms around him and cried into his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around me. “What do you mean we’re going to find him?” I shook my head and felt him tight his hold. “After you left the FBI showed up tell me that he was some kind of enforcer for a drug cartel and in exchange for his testimony they were going to give him immunity for what he did to me.” The only sound in the living room was my crying then he pulled me up into his arms and carried me over to the couch and laid me down on it. He walked into the kitchen and Sherry walked over to me. “I can’t believe this. Did you know anything about this Ashley?” She asked turning towards her. “I don’t even know what going on what do you mean drug cartel.” I slowly stopped crying and shrugged then we all jumped when we heard Mr. Clearwater’s screaming in the kitchen. “They had no fucking right to show up here. They should have come to the office first and I'll be damn if I let this go without a fight. I don’t give a damn about no cartel. Let him off for what he did to a little girl is bull shit.” We were all staring at the kitchen door when he walked out and god damn I had never see him so mad before. “They are at the station now and I head back to handle this.” He placed his hand on the side of my cheek. “I will do everything I can to make sure that asshole pays for what he’s done.” He walked out and I laid my head down. “Will this nightmare ever end?” I didn’t eat anything that night and even refused to going to bed. Mr. Clearwater got home around three and near jumped out of his skin when he found me sitting alone in the living room in the dark. “I made a call to the Governor and left a massage about this with him. If I can get him on our side we may have a shot also I screamed at Agent Falcon about coming to you without coming to me first.” I just nodded and he walked into the kitchen. “Can’t sleep either?” I didn’t even know Sherry was still up. “I can’t sleep with her just sitting there. Why after everything she been through did this have to happen. I want to help her but there’s nothing I can do or say that can and I worried that she might…” She let her sentence go but I know what she was talking about. The thought was still bouncing around in my head not matter what I did to stop it. It wasn’t fair that he was going to walk after everything he did. “I’m doing everything I can but as of yet nothing new is happening. The FBI wants his testimony and they feel that the only way to get it is to give him immunity in this case.” I heard a stool move. “Has she eaten anything?” “No she just been sitting there even after it got dark she wouldn’t even get up and turn the light on. Dad, she’s scaring me. Do you think she can handle this if he does get off?” A tear rolled down my face as I listen but I just couldn’t react. “I really don’t know about that honey. She will never feel safe with him out there and the FBI is going to make this all disappear I fear. They move him and give him a new name and identity so even we won’t know who he is.” It was then that I finally managed to decide. I slowly got up and walked to Mr. Clearwater room and walked over to his bedside table and opened it. Lying on towel was his backup gun and I reached out and grabbed it. I walked over to his dresser and opened his second drawer down and pulled out his key to unlock the trigger. I slid the key into the lock and it clicked and fell to the floor. I walked over to his bed and seat on the edge and just started at it. “Becky put the gun down please.” I looked up and saw Mr. Clearwater standing at the door with his arm held out in front of him. I could barely see Sherry behind him. “Why even if he gets away with it he won’t stop he’ll never stop come for me?” I looked back at the gun and saw a tear fall onto it. “He won’t stop until he kills me and Sherry why shouldn’t I just end it with me at less she would be safe from him?” I pushed the safety up until it was armed. “And how will this make her feel? She loves you and I love you but if you do this you going to hurt her more please Becky I know this is hard but you got to put the gun down.” I know that it was already loaded and I brought it up and held it against my head. “I tried and failed with the razor but this won’t.” I closed my eyes and started to pull the trigger. “If you do this Becky I will just pick the gun up and do myself.” Sherry said and I turned towards her. I saw tears rolling down her face but I could tell she meant what she said. I just stared at her then I dropped the gun and fall sideways on the bed and cried. She come over and seat down beside me and rubbed my head. “I don’t know how hard this is for you and I know that you just want it to end but this is not the way.” Mr. Clearwater walked over and picked the gun up and relocked the trigger. Then he placed it in his drawer and locked it too. He walked over and seat down next to us and rubbed my back. “Becky, please don’t do this to me again. I can’t lose you and Sherry. I love both of you girls and am glad to have you as my daughters.” I looked up at him as he said that. “You are just as much a daughter as Sherry is and I know if you do manage to kill yourself she will be next.” I wiped my face and set up. “I’m sorry it just so much happening and I can’t think. The emotions are just so crazy and hard that I just want peace and quiet.” I threw myself at him and held on tight as he hugged me back. Then I felt Sherry wrap her arms around us and we just seat like that for a moment. I found myself waking on Mr. Clearwater bed. Voices were coming from the living room. “No offences sir I don’t care right now. I had to talk a fourteen year old girl out of blowing her brain out in my room last night because a bunch of agents told her that the monster that has taken so much from her was going to get away with it all. So I don’t really care.” I set up and looked around and saw that I was alone. “I understand that this is hard for you Detective, hell it hard for all of us. That young girl is in all our hearts and I working every angle I can to make sure this doesn’t happen.” I pushed to my feet and walked out and into the living room heading for the backyard. “Becky you hungry I can make you something?” I shook my head as I made my way out back. Him and a guy in his forties or fifties followed me out. I lit up a cigarette and sat down in my normal chair. “Becky this is my boss Chief Staggins.” I said hi but never looked up. “Miss Miller I want to assure that we are doing everything we can to make sure this man pays for what he did to you.” I nodded and after awhile they left. “Maybe when the Governor comes down we sure have him meet her. It may help him to understand what this man has done.” I heard the sounds of glasses being place on the table. “I don’t know if she up for that but maybe it will help. I talk with her and see what she thinks, that is if she will talk.” “How you daughter holding up I understand that they are really close.” Mr. Clearwater sighed. “I don’t know either to be honest. They are so close that what hurts Becky hurts her. I worried about what Becky might try and I worried that Sherry will follow. I thought about send them both to my mother place up in the mountain but Becky feels safe in this house with the cops and reporters…What if this story was leaked to the press?” “It could pull a lot of support our way but it would have to be careful how it was done.” They left shortly after that and I walked back inside and sat down on the couch and flipped on the music. I must have falling asleep because the music being cut off woke me. I set up and rubbed my eyes. When I lowered my hand I felt my heart stop. Six people I had never see before was sitting in my living room. “Who are you and what do you want?” One of the guys held out his hand but I didn’t take it. “It’s not nice not to shake a hand when it being offered.” I laughed “It’s not nice to broke into someone house when they are asleep on the couch.” He laughed and nodded. “Sorry about that I guess your right the name is Salice, we looking for a friend of ours by the name Mike or Doug which one you want to use.” I had a good bet I know who they were. “Sorry but I can’t help you I wish I could at less if you found him I know that he would not be alive soon after.” He smiled and nodded. “I see you know who we are and why we are looking for him.” I nodded “I think I have an idea but I really don’t know where he is.” He sighed and nodded and I felt hands grab my shoulders pulling me over the back of the couch. “I swear I don’t know.” “Oh I believe you, this is just a massage for the Agent Falcon.” Two guys held me between them and another guy walked in front of me. “Please don’t you want a message passed on I tell him but please don’t do this.” I cried out as the man fist came down hard against my face. I tasted blood in my mouth but he didn’t stop. I not sure how many times he punched me but when he was done I felt my hands being tied behind my back. “Open wide whore and if you bit me I promise I will cut you tits off.” The guy who hit me side as he pulled his dick out of his pants and shoved it down my throat. I felt them pulling my pants off and another dick being shove into me. My mind shut down as they raped me and the one in my mouth came. Once he pulled out another took his place. The guy behind me pulled out and I screamed into the dick when he shoved full force up my ass. Five of the men cum down my throat well the six shot his load up my ass. When they were done using me Salice bent down to my ear. “Make sure that Agent Falcon knows this was us and also if you even think about testify against me…well let your thoughts ran wild.” I closed my eyes and waited until I heard them leave. They had untied my hands as they did and I crawled over to my crutches then got dress. I walked outside and got into the back of one of the cop cars. “My god Becky what the hell happened?” One of the cop cars asked as he looked at me. “Just take me to the station.” He nodded and pulled off. It was my first time inside the Frosten County Police Station and the laid at the front desk show me and walked out to me. “Are you alright ma’am?” I shook my head. “I want to see Agent Falcon please. She took my arm and helped me in back and I saw about twenty cops look up. I say shock on their face but just kept looking for Falcon. We found him and Mr. Clearwater in the Chief office and before the lady could say anything I said. “Salice sends his love.” They turned and I saw Mr. Clearwater jaw drop. “Becky what the hell happened?” I just stared into Agent Falcon eyes. “Thanks for this.” “I had no idea Salice would came after you.” I spit blood at his feet. “Well you sure as hell didn’t do anything to make sure he didn’t. Don’t even think I stupid enough to testify either he did this just to let you know he here.” Mr. Clearwater grabbed my arm and leaded me away. “How did this guy get in?” I laughed. “Guys you mean six of them.” He walked me into a room and closed the door. He pulled a first aid kit and started cleaning up my face. I jerked when his touched my eye. “He here for Mike and I told him I didn’t know where he was. He said he believed me that this was for Falcon.” About that time Falcon walked in and Mr. Clearwater broke his nose. “This is on you.” Mr. Clearwater finished cleaning me up then took a seat beside me. “Miss Miller I am sorry that this happened to you. Are you sure that the guy’s name was Salice.” I shrugged “Miss Miller these guys are danger if you give me something I can arrest him.” I turned away and laid my head down. “Telling you anything will get me killed. Don’t you get it this is what he did just to say hi to you if I talk I be died by the end of the week.” “We can get you into a safe house…” I jumped up and stared into his eyes. “I had three police cars outside my house and reporters, how much safe can it get then that.” He looked at me clearly trying to find a way for me to be safe but I know I would never be safe not if I helped them. I left them standing there and head back outside. “You should have said inside bitch.” I turned and stared into Mike’s cold eyes before I looked down at the barrel of the gun he held right before the flash of a round being fired filled my vision. Pain unlike any I have felt before ripped through my chest and then nothing. When I opened my eyes I found myself laying on the ground staring at Mike’s body laying across from me with his eyes open but no life in them. It hurt to turn my head but I need to know what happen and found that Mr. Clearwater had followed me out. He was standing there holding his gun aiming where Mike had once stood with smoke rising from the end. He dropped to his knee beside me and pulled me into his arms screaming for someone to get an ambulance. “Thank you.” The words were barely above a whisper but he nodded and I felt a wave of tiredness wash over me. Mr. Clearwater face blurred until I felt my eyelids close. It still hard to believe I survived after all I had been through but here I was five years later watching sherry play with the new dog Mr. Clearwater gave to us. We still lived together and sherry and I are still madly in love with one another. I not sure what the future will hold for me but only time will tell. I was very lucky that the shot passed cleanly through my chest missing my heart and lungs. The End

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2010 My name is Selina, and I am a pupil at Hirstmere Hall, an expensive boarding school for girls, located in the rolling green countryside of southern England. I have just turned sixteen years old, and all my friends say I am as pretty as a doll. I have thick dark curly hair which falls to my shoulders, deep large brown eyes in a heart-shaped face, a clear pale complexion and pink rosebud lips. I am also quite petite – only five foot three inches tall, with a narrow waist and a slender body – well, slender in most places, because my chest has already developed quite a lot, more than nearly all the other girls in my class. With my height and build, my tits are even more noticeable than is warranted by their actual size (28C), and I get quite a lot of interested looks. Oh – you think I mean when I’m out and about, right? No, no – I mean here, at this isolated boarding school for girls aged 13 to 18, and with its female-only teaching and support staff. Some of these looks are from other girls in my own class, some are from older pupils – even Sixth Formers and prefects – and, just recently, I have noticed some from a few of my teachers as well! I am quite inexperienced, but I know enough to know what these looks mean, and what would follow if I chose to encourage and respond to them. As it is, I tend to maybe preen and flounce a little more when I get these signals – I can’t help it, they just give me a kind of electric buzz all over. I am not completely naive, and I’m not still a virgin. Last summer, Jane, my best-friend here at school, came to stay at my house for a couple of weeks; we like to cuddle a bit anyway, and had begun masturbating each other – so much more fun than doing it for yourself! However, in her enthusiasm, Jane pushed her fingers into me a bit too far and firm, and broke my hymen (it didn’t hurt really, and so, at her request, I promptly performed the same service for her). Anyway, up to now Jane is the only person with whom I have had any sexual experience, and that was really quite limited. My favourite subject is art, probably because I am really quite good at it – I have always been able to draw and paint well, and the tuition is giving me more skill and understanding in matters like composition, the use of a palette of colours, and so on. The art teacher for my class this year is Miss Reeve, and I really like her. I guess she is a little over thirty, though it’s hard to tell; she is a redhead, with a lovely mane of orange hair, and has quite a curvy figure – I think she must work out in the gym, for, as far as one can tell under her smart skirt-and-jacket suits, her stomach is flat and her shapely butt and legs are completely free of any flab. About half of the teaching staff live in accommodation on the school premises; this is partly because they have duties in overseeing the pupils outside the classroom hours, on evenings and weekends, and partly for the convenience and the cheapness of it. They are all single, of course, and mostly under forty years old, and their number includes Miss Reeve – I quite often see her strolling around the grounds on a pleasant evening, with one of the other teachers for company; Miss Champney, one of the science teachers, seems to be a particular friend. Miss Reeve has been complimenting my art work for some time, and helping me to improve it. Sometimes, when she stands close behind me and takes hold of my hand, guiding my pencil or paintbrush to show me the effect that she means, I feel quite nervous and flustered, and then when she glances at me with a knowing sort of smile, I blush and feel kind of twitchy. Jane said a week or two ago, as we lay on her bed in the two-person room which we share (the school tries to put friends together as room-mates if possible), that she thinks Miss Reeve fancies me, but I was doubtful. At the time I wasn’t really taking in what Jane was saying; we had discarded our panties and pulled our uniform skirts up around our waists, and our fingers were gently massaging up and down the length of each other’s parting and moist pussy lips. One reason for my dismissing the notion was that there is a kind of unwritten rule at the school that the teachers don’t get involved with girls who are under seventeen years old, although we pupils are pretty much free to do what we want with each other, as long as no one is coerced and it is kept discretely out of sight – it is a very relaxed and liberal regime here in that respect, although they are very strict against any drugs or alcohol. The system seems to work and, not surprisingly, most of the girls go down the avenue which is left open to them (hmm, I wonder if this is deliberate?), and get their kicks from intimacy with each other rather than from harmful substances. Last week, Miss Reeve offered to give me some special tuition out of the normal classroom hours, on Tuesday and Thursday evenings; she said that she always had preparation work to do in the art studio for at least an hour after dinner (which is from 6.00 to 7.00 p.m.), and it wouldn’t be any bother at all – I could spend more time on my pictures, and get up to a higher standard. I was ever so keen and grateful, eagerly accepting her offer and thanking her profusely; I love sketching and painting, and it honestly never crossed my mind that she had an ulterior purpose. However, when I went there for the second session, yesterday evening, I discovered that she certainly did! It took me the first ten minutes to complete the crayon sketch I had begun, under her guidance, in the first of these private extra sessions. It was a still life of a vase with some flowers, and when I was done Miss Reeve came over to look at it. She made a number of useful points but in general was complimentary, and she concluded by giving me an appraising look and declaring that she thought I had a lot of potential, which made me glow with pleasure. ‘Well, Selina, I think you are ready to try something new – something a little more advanced’, said Miss Reeve. I was flattered and intrigued, and asked what she meant. Her reply was that the greater challenge was to draw something that was alive, and the human body most of all – getting the shape and musculature to look convincing was the real test of an artist. ‘You really need to draw a nude, Selina – it’s the best practice there is.’ I gaped at her – I know my mouth was hanging open in surprise – and for a moment I wondered if she was joking, but she was looking at me quite seriously, as if such a thing was perfectly normal. Well, perhaps it was, I thought, remembering how so many of the great artists had sketched and painted nude figures. However, there seemed to be a flaw in her proposal, and I pointed out that we didn’t have a model for me to draw. Miss Reeve looked at me again, hesitated just fractionally, and then with a bright smile explained that well, yes we did, this was one way she could help me – she would be my model! I was thunderstruck, never having envisaged such a thing, and I felt a strange hollow feeling in my stomach and a peculiar heaviness in my pelvis. I felt a little relieved when Miss Reeve went on to say that it wouldn’t be a full nude, of course, but that I would draw her from the waist up – this would give plenty of difficult angles and curves for me to try and capture. As I stood rooted to the spot, my teacher walked to the door and locked it from the inside. Turning back to me and smiling, she said that we must not have any interruptions – someone might not understand that it was art. I nodded, still mute with surprise, and then watched dry-mouthed as she casually slipped off her soft purple cashmere cardigan and the pale lilac silk blouse underneath which complemented it so tastefully, hanging both on the back of her chair. I was dumbstruck and saucer-eyed as she faced me again, wearing her smart and tight black knee-length pencil skirt and the black boots which came up almost to meet it, but above that only a quite skimpy black demi-cup balcony bra, which pushed up her quite large well-rounded breasts. Miss Reeve cleared the few things on her desk away to another table, and then she called me over. Turning her back, she casually asked me to unhook the bra for her – with unaccountable nervousness, it took my fumbling fingers three attempts to release it, and every time my fingertips touched the warm bare flesh of her back it was like getting an electric jolt. Finally, the bra fell away – I was left holding the thin gauzy fabric, still warm from her body, as she turned round, shaking her head to settle her flowing locks of bright ginger hair – and, in the process, making her full breasts bounce and jiggle in a disturbingly eye-catching way. Just for somewhere else to look, I glance down at her bra, and saw with interest that she took a size 32D; certainly, hers was the figure of a mature woman, her breasts being at least four sizes larger than my developing ones. Miss Reeve sat on her desk, crossing her legs – her black skirt and boots making a striking contrast with the soft pink of her naked flesh. Then she put her hands out behind her to brace herself in the pose, which had the consequence of thrusting her breasts upwards and outwards to give me a three-quarter profile viewpoint. She had instructed me to ignore her face, and to concentrate on drawing her body from her skirt waistband up to her shoulders and base of the neck. Of course, by far the most prominent part of this was her breasts, and so my eyes were constantly upon them, drawn back again and again as I tried to capture their confident jut, their womanly fullness, and a sense of their firm softness. After twenty minutes of quiet work, during which the room seemed to be getting warmer, Miss Reeve called me to bring my sketch over to the desk, where she inspected my progress. ‘Hmm, yes, Selina – not bad, not bad at all, especially for a first effort’, was her encouraging verdict. She explained how to shade in the area around the base of the neck and shoulders to suggest both the delicacy and yet the strength of the bones beneath. Then, tracing her finger over where I had drawn the outline of her breasts, she shook her head a little. ‘I don’t think you are getting the breasts quite right, Selina. Well, to draw something, you need to understand it, to really know it – that’s why drawing something from photographs, rather than life, never works as well. Here,’ she continued, ‘feel the texture – really feel it!’ To my amazement, she took my nerveless right hand and placed it on her breast, covering the nipple – which to my shock was incredibly hard and firm. From a distance of only a few inches, she looked me directly in the eyes, unflinchingly and challengingly: ‘Go on, Selina, get to know what you are drawing,’ she said softly, but it was dawning upon me that I was scheduled to be learning something much more here as well. Hesitantly, conscious of the warmth of her body and the smooth texture of her skin, I moved my hand around her breast, and I made no murmur of resistance as she took my left hand and placed it on her other breast. I traced my fingers around her aureoles, admiring the stiff pinkness of her extended nipples, and then cupped the heavy soft weight of her breasts in my hands. ‘Good ... that’s very good, Selina, you’re getting the idea.’ Well, yes, I was ... and it was making me quite hot and bothered down between my legs, warm and sweaty and moist, and my own nipples were stiffening as the palms of my hands rubbed once again across my teacher’s tits. Then, she took things a stage further. ‘To capture the essence of something you must open up all your senses, Selina; not just sight, and even not just touch as well – you need to taste it, to smell it!’ Miss Reeve reached gently behind my head, and drew my face down towards the breasts that were filling my hands. She guided my mouth to the nipple of her right breast, and it just seemed the most natural thing in the world for my lips to part, her pink tit sliding right between my dry lips, and for my tongue to seek it, licking around and across it. Instinctively, I began to suck and nibble as well, and was rewarded for my efforts by the groan of pleasure that she gave, her back arching. Her legs uncrossed and spread apart, and I saw from the corner of my eye that this had made the pencil skirt ride up to half-way along her thighs. As my licking and sucking became more confident, my surprise evaporating and a new-found enthusiasm taking its place, Miss Reeve gently stroked my hair and murmured sweet encouragements. Then, she played the final card in her accomplished lesbian seduction – she slipped her right hand under my skirt, hoisting it upwards as her fingers found their target – my crotch, my Venus mound. I gave a kind of startled squeal when I felt her first intrusion into my most private, most intimate place, and then my hesitations evaporated – I felt a liberating sensation of pure pleasure, and knew that this was what I wanted, what turned me on. ‘Ooooh, Miss – aahh, that feels so good, please do it more, touch me more!’ I begged, and a wide smile spread across my lesbian tutor’s attractive features. She drew my head up from her tits with her left hand, and kissed me firmly and passionately – a real sexual kiss, a kiss of desire, a kiss that said clear as words ‘I’m gonna fuck you’. All through this, she kept her right hand stroking the crotch of my panties, and then with a nimble twist of the fingers she slipped them around and inside the gusset, and for the first time I felt the incredible pleasure of the penetrating fingertips of an experienced and confident lesbian woman. Miss Reeve jerked my panties several inches down off my hips, so that they hung across between my legs, halfway up my thighs. Her fingers pressed on the flesh on both sides of my Venus mound, and squeezed my puffy pussy lips together. I moaned as a wave of sexual desire washed through me, and almost without thinking I responded by shoving my right hand up the dark opening of Miss Reeve’s skirt, questing for her cunt. What I found was a surprise which at first stopped me in my tracks, and made me realise that all this had been carefully planned. My delving hand did not, as I had anticipate, meet the gauzy fabric of the panties matching her bra – instead, I found her naked pussy flesh, warm and giving and inviting. Miss Reeve shifted position slightly, and then told me to unbutton and unzip her skirt – it had concealed fastening on her hip. When I had done so, she lifted her ass of the desk for a moment, and without being told I swiftly pulled the skirt down her legs, and dropped it on a chair behind me. Now Miss Reeve was completely naked apart from the black boots – their presence making the effect even more enticing, the sole element of clothing highlighting the absence of everything else. She slid off the desk to stand with her buttocks resting against its rim, her feet spread quite wide apart. Then she took my head and, with a gentle pressure on my shoulders which clearly communicated that I should kneel or settle on my haunches, she drew my face towards her cunt. I was amazed – never had I thought that I would be doing this, never mind enjoying it so much! It spoke to something inside my psyche, released something in me which I had suppressed even whilst enjoying the friendly cuddles with Jane, and suddenly I was consumed by a raging molten lava of lesbian desire which surged irresistibly through me and erupted from my drenched vagina. I began avidly to lick and munch on her pussy, and my art teacher’s breathing turned to rasping pants and gulps of air, in between which she exhorted me go deeper, to work on her harder. Then she began to use dirty words, increasingly incoherently, as her shoulders shook and her ripe breasts swayed above my head. ‘Fuck, oooh, fuckit, Selina, yes – go for it, yes, do me like that – you little hot bitch, eat my cunt, eat me out! ... aaaah, yes, yes, Selina, more, shit! ooooh! ... fuck, make me come, make me really come, you sexy cunt, aaaaaaaah, yes – I’m coming, yes!! YES!!!’ Her sobs and shrieks became a crescendo, her whole body vibrated and trembled, and then soft warm spicy juices splashed onto my tongue and across my cheeks. As she subsided, I brought my head up for air, sticky but exultant – had I just made a grown woman come, had I just eaten out the cunt of my own teacher? Well, yes, it was clear that I had! I felt the blood hammering through my veins, was conscious of the sweat on my back and breasts, and most of all was aware of the unfulfilled burning desire down between my legs. I swiftly undid my uniform skirt and let it drop, following it with the panties that were already at half-mast, and kicking both aside. Before I had the chance to unbutton my shirt – I think I was so impatient that I would have just torn it off, letting the buttons fly in all directions – Miss Reeve drew me back into her arms for a loving kiss, and then she took over. She undid my school tie and her fingers flew down the front of my shirt, nimbly opening every button and then slipping it backwards off my shoulders. My teacher reached round behind my back to unsnap my plain white cotton bra, and it was allowed to fall onto the pile of my discarded clothes. All I was left with – matching my teacher, which I liked, was my school shoes and my knee-high white socks. Miss Reeve slipped her hand between my legs again, and teased her fingertips along my labia, sliding just a centimetre so into my vagina. I sensed her caution and reluctance, and asked her what the problem was. Her reply was that I was still a virgin, and she needed to take care not to break that. I felt suddenly very grown up, and told her not to worry – I wasn’t a virgin, though I had very little experience of being penetrated. ‘Ah’, breathed Miss Reeve in understanding, smiling at me; ‘young Jane, was it? – you make such a nice pair together, and anyone can see that she’s really sweet on you ... I do hope she isn’t going to get jealous about this.’ My head was in a whirl from her casual comment – did Jane actually fancy me that way, and our fumblings weren’t just friendly comfort and experimentation, but the sexual relations of lovers ... of lesbian lovers? I tasted that thought experimentally, and was amazed to find that not only was it not alarming, but that it was pulsatingly exciting. ‘No, she won’t be’, I said, ‘she’s already guessed that you wanted me.’ Then I continued, with a new decisiveness: ‘anyway, I’m assuming this is going to happen every Tuesday and Thursday evening’ - Miss Reeve gave a smiling confirmatory nod – ‘so she’ll have to accept it, because I’m not giving this up, and I’m not giving her up either!’ I’m not normally so assertive, or at least I never used to be, but this I knew with total confidence – I wanted my friend to be my girlfriend, but I also wanted all the fucking I could get from this stunning and experienced mature lesbian. ‘Well now’, said Miss Reeve, ‘if you’re not a virgin, then I know just the thing for you, my girl!’ She went to a locked store cupboard – in class, we had often wondered what it contained, as it was never opened. The answer seemed at first disappointing – there was paper, pens and paint brushes, though I realised they were of high quality and must be Miss Reeve’s own items. Then she opened a small drawer, from which she withdrew an oblong tin box, rather like a cash box. Once this was unlocked, I saw its contents and gasped – just because I had never seen one before didn’t stop instant recognition, for it was obviously a strap-on dildo. Miss Reeve brought it over in her hand, and then she gently pushed me to where she had previously stood, my ass pressed against the rim of the desk, my legs about two feet apart. Holding the intimidatingly long – and wide, my God! can one take something that thick? – plastic phallus by its base, she pressed its bulbous knob against my pussy and rubbed it quite firmly up and down my cleft. I shuddered, a thread of fear running through my churning desire, heightening it to an all-consuming flame. I could tell how intensely Miss Reeve wanted to give me this, wanted to spear it into me, impale me on its shiny plastic length. Her eyes glittered, her cheeks were flushed and her features had a rigid edge, as she rubbed it against me with greater insistence. She leaned close, her breasts compressing against mine, her hard nipples pressing into my soft girl-flesh, and her hot breath was in my ears as she whispered in a throaty rasp: ‘Do you want this? Do you want it, babe? Tell me you want it – tell me, and I’ll take you, I’ll have you – you’re mine, and I want you, so take it, take it all for me!’ I babbled my consent – more than that, my desperate eagerness: ‘Oh Christ, Miss Reeve, yes – take me, fuck me, please, just ram it into to me ... oh God, yes, split me open, fuck me, please, please! – any way you want me, just do it, just do me ... please, now!’ Her delight at the way I had been transformed into a total wanton lesbian slut was apparent, and she kissed me hungrily whilst one hand groped for and mashed my breast, so firmly that there were finger-shaped bruises for the next day or so (Jane admired them and kissed and licked them better, but I had to be careful to conceal them when changing for gym class). Her other hand pushed the dildo an inch or so into me, making me gasp at the width of the intrusion. Miss Reeve broke away and took a step back, and then stepped into the harness of the strap-on and tightened its buckles. I felt another tinge of apprehension as its full size was revealed, sticking out from her crotch horizontally like a pink plastic battering ram. However, the art teacher looked incredibly sexy, masterful and mature, with her black boots and the black leather codpiece on which the dildo was mounted, and at the prospect of what I was about to receive I felt my knees go rubbery and fluids seep from my cunt down my inner thighs. At first, Miss Reeve left me in position facing her, so that I could see everything. She sat me on the desk with my legs spread open, and she brought the tip of the dildo to brush against my distended labia. Then, taking a firm grip on my hips, she pressed it inwards, not so much forcefully as with a firm and confident pressure. My vaginal tube opened up for her, stretching to a capacity I never dreamed that I had, although I felt incredibly filled and stretched in the process – and so entered, so fucking penetrated, that all the breath was driven from my lungs and I just gasped. Actually, she had only gone in maybe three inches, and she flexed her hips to pull the shaft most of the way back – but not right out – and then stroked it in again with the same calm assurance. My eyes nearly bugged out as I saw it sink in further, at least another inch, and even more when the next insertion entered me further still. She adopted a steady rhythm, and then began to speed it up – in response, my legs arched further apart and my pussy stretched wider, until unbelievably the whole length of the thing (I thought it was vast, but it was probably only seven inches) went into me with every thrust, the faceplate of the dildo mounting pressing right up against my labial lips. Miss Reeve continued like this for a dozen or so deep thrusts, carefully watching my face to gauge my reactions. She cupped my breasts in both of her hands and squeezed my nipples, making me get even looser and wetter – so, I remember thinking in a euphoric daze, these things are wired up to each other after all! Then my teacher pulled the plastic cock all the way out of my pussy, but before I could protest she gestured me to turn round – and suddenly I knew, with a rush of lust, what was next. She braced me on the desk – I gripped the further edge with my hands, and rested my forehead on the wood, which allowed me an amazing view backwards, through the gap between my hanging and swinging breasts, down my stomach to my mound, where I saw her reinsert the dildo. My legs were now spread wider apart, and she took a firm grip around my waist and began to drill the fake cock in and out of me, rapidly reaching a much faster and harder tempo than when I had been facing her. I began to gasp for breath as the angle of her penetrations made the ridges of the dildo rasp over my clitoris, driving me nearly insane with desire. I don’t know what I was saying, in broken cries and shrieks, foul language that would never otherwise cross my lips mingled with desperate beseechings to be fucked even harder, even deeper. Suddenly, one of her hands left my hips and seized my hair, jerking my head upwards and backwards, arching my spine and lifting my chest off the desk. Her thrusts became even firmer, and her other hand reached round to grab one of my wildly jiggling breasts and maul at it (it was the same one that had been mashed before, so it was tender and receptive – I think most of the bruises that appeared later were actually from this final frenzied fucking. Miss Reeve was slamming the dildo into me so hard that I was almost being lifted off my feet by its impact, and I gave a hoarse scream as I climaxed – my thighs trembled, my hips bucked frantically back against her pile-driving impalement, sweat poured down to pool in the small of my back, my nipples felt like they were on fire, and my whole body shook from top to toes in an explosive orgasm – my first real one, my first true fucking by a woman. I slumped down on the desk, my stomach slicked with sweat, floundering and gasping for air like a landed fish. With real tenderness, Miss Reeve stroked and massaged my back – I shall always remember her loving gentleness in that moment of extraordinary calm after the passing of the raging storm. She traced her fingers down my spine, and rubbed in gentle circles around the small of my back, even as she moved her hips and gently slid the length of the dildo out of my battered but electrified vagina. Leaning forwards, she kissed the back of my neck, then each shoulder blade, and then down my back, as I luxuriated in her tender care and the knowledge that I was truly now a woman – not a girl who had semi-accidentally lost her hymen and then done some fooling around with an equally inexperienced friend, but a female who had the knowledge of what it was to be totally filled, ridden hard and shafted deep, and fucked to climax. I lay there blissfully for a few moments, aware that Miss Reeve had removed the strap-on, wiping it with a damp cloth and drying it before restoring it to its box and cupboard. In the process, I savoured the sight of her moving around the art room, wearing only her black boots – I admired the full jut of her ripe breasts, the lithe ripple of her ass as she moved, and I knew that she knew I was looking at her body with desire, the lust of a lover who is already beginning to count the minutes until next time. She smiled back at me, enjoying in her turn the delectable prospect of naked teenage girldom that I presented, with my legs still spread open and my butt up in the air. I realised that it was an incredible compliment, that she had found me so attractive, so sexually desirable, that she had needed to take me for herself now, and before any other teacher grabbed me first. I was so pleased and thrilled, and resolved to myself to be worthy of both her trust and her lust – to give her my body whenever she wanted it, with passion and energy and, yes, with love. Miss Reeve handed me a towel and I dried off my sweat, enough at least to be able to put my underwear and my school uniform back on for long enough to walk through the halls and corridors back to the landing where the rooms for the girls in my year were located, and then to head straight for the showers! I would tell Jane all about it, of course, under oath of secrecy; I knew I could trust her, and anyway had formed instant plans to take my relationship with her much further into definitely sexual territory – I would tell her about it after lights-out time, in bed together, naked and with our legs entwined and pussies rubbing against each other, and I would stick my fingers deep inside her as I did so, matching my account of Miss Reeve’s dildo penetrations with a finger-fucking of my roommate’s pussy and clit at the same time. Before I left the art studio, Miss Reeve and I kissed again, and once more she slipped her hand underneath my skirt, giving my mound a caress and a possessive squeeze. As my lips parted in a little moan from the pleasure induced by my teacher’s touch, she kissed my neck and then said, her eyes dancing with merry delight: ‘Oh, yes, Selina – you have definitely got potential!’ If you enjoyed this, check out my other stories ... you might like them too ... 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copyright: Lesley Tara, 2009 It is a cliche that a significant proportion of male airline cabin crew are gay, but it is less well-known that this is true of the female stewardesses as well. This was all the more the case back in the 1960s and 1970s, when repression elsewhere combined with the racy ‘jet set’ lifestyle of the aircrews to make it an especially attractive career for homosexuals. The result was an international melting-pot of lesbian activity, ignored by the authorities and police. I already knew that I was a lesbian before I got my first job as an air stewardess, aged eighteen and a half, in June 1970. However, I had very little sexual experience – even in the so-called ‘free love’ liberated days of the late 1960s, finding same-sex partners in a small provincial town was very difficult, even possibly dangerous. By the time I was sixteen, I had realised that boys’ bodies didn’t interest or excite me, but girls’ ones did. Whenever I was watching a TV drama or a movie, I would always be fantasising about the beautiful leading woman actress, and imagining myself in her arms for the embrace in the final scene. I made very careful and tentative overtures to a few of my friends, all on the supposed basis of curiosity (such as, ‘I wonder what it feels like from the boy’s point of view’), but only one girl made moves back in response. Jenny and I had few opportunities, but we managed some kissing sessions and, two or three times when her parents were away and I had a sleepover at her house, we undressed each other, kissed and played with our breasts, and lay naked together on her bed, rubbing our pussies against each other – we really didn’t know what else to do. But then her father changed jobs and they moved to a town about 150 miles away; it was too far for visiting at our ages, and we lost touch. When I was seventeen, I had a brief affair with a student teacher who was training for a term at our school – how she realised that I was available (gagging for it, in fact) and why she took what was a big risk, I’ve never been sure, but my attractiveness must have played a large part in it. I was quite tall, five foot nine inches, and both slim and curvy. I have striking Nordic looks, maybe thanks to some long-ago Viking ancestor: high cheekbones, clear blue eyes, and long straight blonde hair which I usually kept out of the way in a pony-tail. All in all, whilst I might not get stopped in the street and offered modelling contracts, I garnered plenty of second glances and wolf-whistles. My open face looked sweetly pretty and innocent, whilst the curves of my tits, waist and ass suggested quite different possibilities. The student’s name was Sharon, and she was aged twenty-two – whilst she wasn’t outstanding, she had nice looks and a neat body, and she was still young, fresh and eager. Her seduction method was fairly crude: she invited me to call at her flat on a Sunday afternoon for ‘tuition’ on a project I was working on, and when I arrived she took one look at how I was dressed (I’d chosen with care: tight pink velvet ‘hot pants’ and a skimpy cheesecloth halter-neck that tied under my breasts – and no bra), and she almost dragged me into the bedroom, slipping her hands inside the skimpy top to squeeze my erect nipples. We made love for a long time that afternoon, with all pretence that I was there for any other purpose completely abandoned. During the rest of the term, I was able to visit her one evening in the week and every Sunday. On the third visit, I begged her to take my virginity, which she did with loving gentleness and a purple plastic vibrator. It hurt for a moment and was tender for the rest of that day, but by the following weekend I was ready for the strap-on, and discovered my favourite position: on my hands and knees, getting doggy-fucked from behind with a strap-on, having my breasts squeezed and then my head pulled back by my pony-tail as I came. So I had only really had one lover, just for nine weeks, when I left school and began applying for jobs. For years, it had been my ambition to be an air stewardess – my family had taken a few holidays by air, and the sight of the women in their smart but sexy uniforms kept me squirming in my seat for the whole journey, and occupied my masturbatory fantasies for long afterwards. In those days – the end of the 1960s – it was still a glamorous job, as foreign travel was a rare opportunity for most people. Stewardesses were respected and quite well paid, especially compared to other jobs open to school-leaving girls. I didn’t want to be a nurse, and certainly not a teacher, librarian or a secretary – which was about it for the alternatives. So I studied hard to get good grades in my ‘A levels’, and to find out what you needed to know to be selected. I knew that looks were a large part of it, but that you had to have personality and the right attitude; being blonde would help, but not if I seemed like a fluff-head. I applied to several of the large airlines, and got to an interview stage with three – and then, to my great joy, was offered a place in the aircrew training programme of one of the largest companies. I won’t say which one, but it flew short-haul to many European destinations and longer distance to all the other continents, including about ten major cities of the USA. If I passed through the training course successfully, they would give me a job. I was determined to look my best and do my best, and my enthusiasm and commitment must have shown through. The training centre was on the edge of London, with a large Victorian manor house that was used for the offices and accommodation, and a modern flat-roofed building next to it which contained the training area. There was a complete section of the fuselage of a plane, about thirty rows of seats plus the crew areas and galley, and also some rooms with smaller mock-ups, such as just a few rows of seats on one side only. These were used for early training, so everyone in our group could stand around and see the instructor, and also during the final test. I was quite nervous when this finally came, but the first parts in the big fuselage section seemed to have gone well, and I was more confident as I entered one of the small rooms for the last part of the test. This was done individually, so there was just me and the two instructors who were examining this part. I was wearing the trainee version of the company’s stewardess uniform, which varied from the actual only in having less adornment and, it seemed to me, being even shorter in the skirt length. The current uniform was a short tight skirt in dark red, with a vent at the back, and it came with matching dark red boots – though for practicality they had no more of a heel than any sensible working shoe. There was a white blouse with a red and white necker, and a light blazer in the same burgundy colour, but edged with white and with a white lip to the pockets; finally, there was a small cap in similar pattern. My two examiners were striking women, experienced air crew, tall and slim, with trim figures and stylish make-up. The one who looked in her early 30s had brown hair streaked with blonde, cut at collar length; the other, who looked a little older, had black hair wound up and pinned with a hair clip. They were also in uniform, but with the shoulder bars and sleeve stripes of senior crew supervisors. The attitude was professional but friendly, brisk but not without warmth. I correctly answered a series of questions on safety procedures and the layout of different types of aircraft that the company flew, and also about the routes and destinations. This took the first ten minutes of the forty-five minute exam, and then came the first practical exercise. The room had five rows of seats which were set up as one side of an aircraft’s central corridor – the size of the corridor and position of the seats on its other side being marked by white lines on the floor. The younger instructor sat in the aisle seat in one of the rows, and then beckoned me to her. I approached down the imaginary corridor, and stopped just in front of her seat, bending forwards so that I would not have to speak at a volume which in a real flight would be intrusive to other passengers. ‘Yes, ma’am,’ I said, ‘can I help you?’ She looked at me speculatively for a few seconds and then, as if coming to a decision, she asked: ‘How would you handle it if a passenger did ... this?’ I nearly jumped, for ‘this’ consisted of her hand going up between my legs like a homing missile, under my skirt to grip the front of my panties between her thumb and index finger. I was too surprised by this sudden assault to do anything for a few seconds, and then I replied: ‘If it was a man, I would firmly remove his hand and – without making a scene of it – say that doesn’t come included in the ticket.’ But I made no move to remove her hand, which was now tracing up and down the slit of my vagina, pushing the thin material of my cotton panties into its increasing wetness. She immediately picked up on the qualification in my answer, and asked: ‘And if it was a woman ... let’s say, an attractive woman?’ I decided to chance it, although with her insistent fondling of my pussy there was really little risk, and I bent further down and whispered in her ear; ‘Ma’am, would you be interested in seeing some of the more private parts of the plane?’ The instructor gave a throaty laugh, and at the same moment with a dextrous twist of her wrist slipped her hand inside the gusset of my panties and probed right into my labia, feeling the openness and wetness. She looked past me to her colleague, who had been watching the by-play silently but attentively, and said: ‘OK, Andrea, she’s in.’ Andrea smiled and nodded, put down her clipboard and took off her glasses, and walked to the door of the room and locked it. Then she strode up behind me, slipped her hands under my armpits to grasp my breasts, and kissed me firmly on the side of the neck. I moaned under this dual assault, and the first woman – I later found out her name was Ruth – removed her hand from my cunt to undo the uniform skirt. It dropped from my hips to the floor and I stepped out of it, kicking it away behind me. Andrea released my breasts to take the blazer from my shoulders, and then she unbuttoned my blouse from behind, removing it and my hat, but leaving the uniform necker. She then unclipped my bra, and that went as well. Next, the two women moved me away from the rows of seats and into a side room which had previously always been closed and locked. It turned out to contain a large mattress on the floor, and I was eased down to this, on my back. With a swift motion, Ruth pulled my panties down my legs and off, and now all that remained of my clothes were the dark red boots and the uniform neckerchief. At first, the two instructors remained fully clothed. They knelt on either side of me, and each took a breast in one hand whilst sliding her other along my upper thigh to caress my opening. Ruth asked if I was a virgin, and when I shook my head she smiled, and said: ‘That’s good, honey, we can have some real fun.’ They took it in turns to slip their fingers in and out of me, pushing deeper and harder, and my back arched as I felt a climax building. But they were expert girl-fuckers, and paused short of my orgasm. I needed no encouragement to undress them, kissing their lips and then, when I had uncovered them, their breasts and finally licking at their cunts. They positioned me as meat in the sandwich: Ruth lay back with legs apart as I munched on her pussy, whilst Andrea knelt behind my upthrust buttocks, fingering my vagina. She was good at timing, bringing me to orgasm at almost the same second that Ruth gasped and jerked under my oral onslaught, juddering and releasing a flow of her juices onto my tongue. Ruth rolled aside, and Andrea flipped me over to lie where she had been, on my back. The older instructor then straddled me in the 69 position, and we thrust our tongues into each other’s vaginas, searching for the nugget of gold that was the clitoris. Not surprisingly, the adept Andrea found mine first and began to both lick and nibble it, sending waves of arousal radiating through my body. Almost desperately, I pushed my tongue further into her moist crack, and was at last rewarded by finding my quarry. I returned her favours, and within a few moments her pelvis was heaving, and – muffled by the blanket of my pussy – her moans were converted into a series of barking shrieks of ascending intensity. After Andrea’s orgasm, she stepped off me, leaving me sprawled on the mattress, my face sticky with her cum and my pussy dripping with my own. Slightly dazed, I saw the instructors open a filing cabinet in the corner of the room, and from the drawer remove two strap-on cocks. They stepped into them and buckled them up with practiced ease, and stood over my prone over-stimulated body. I was a bit frightened, for although I had had that brief experience with the student teacher’s strap-on, that was it – and these two items looked monsters compared to hers. They were knobbed and ridged, and had a wicked curve near the tip – they were also very long. I started to give a protesting whimper, that I would never be able to take those, but they paid no attention to me. Ruth positioned herself in Andrea’s former place, lowering her cunt to straddle my face, and I willingly applied my tongue to the opening at the base of the strap-on, where I could see and smell her puckering slit. However, instead of going down into the usual 69 position, she remained upright. This gave ample room for Andrea to kneel between my legs and impale my cunt on her strap-on with one fluid forward thrust. She took a firm grip behind my upper thighs, and began slamming the dildo in and out with sharp thrusts of her hips. Whilst she was doing this, her colleague reached for her breasts and began to fondle and squeeze them – which had the effect of shifting Andrea up a gear in her fucking of my cervix. Not to be outdone, I found occupation for my hands by reaching upwards to find Ruth’s tits and perform the same service on them. For a few moments there was the mingled sounds of my tongue slurping on pussy and the wet slaps of the faceplate of the strap-on impacting on my sweaty moist Venus mound. Then, almost simultaneously, all three of us shuddered into a mounting wave of orgasms, with a variety of yelps, moans and cries. The two instructors finished by French kissing each other, and then they slid off my body and raised me upwards, each of them kissing me deeply in turn. Amazingly, there was still nearly fifteen minutes of my exam time left, before the next candidate was due. Ruth guided me through another side door, where I found a small bathroom. I took a quick shower, towelled my hair dry, and slipped back into my uniform. Returning to the main room, I was greeted with smiles from the two sexy experienced lesbians. ‘You’ve passed, of course’, said Andrea with a grin, ‘you’re just what we are looking for’, at which her colleague chuckled. They told me that quite a lot of the female aircrew were lesbians, and gave me two valuable pieces of inside information. The first was that if you wanted to find out if another stewardess was open for a fuck, the thing to do was to work the conversation around to the routes she had flown on, and ask ‘Have you ever done the Colombo run?’ I looked puzzled, and Ruth explained that the airline had never flown to that city, and due to a route-sharing agreement with the Ceylonese national carrier, it never would. So it was an effective code: a heterosexual woman would naturally reply no, she hadn’t, whilst a gay woman would say something about how much she had enjoyed it, etc. The other thing they told me about was the ‘Pink List’, which they said they would ensure I was put on. This was a completely unofficial and secret list kept by some gay staff in the personnel crew-assignment office, who did their best to put together all-gay crews if they could (and, of course, all-hetero crews for the majority – partly to avoid frictions, and with the result that the straight crew never realised how many of their colleagues swung the other way). So, for much of my career, the cabin crew that I flew with – male and female – were all same-sex lovers, and we all knew it, which gave us an easy camaraderie in flight and a lot of freedom during rest periods and over-night stopovers. The gay and lesbian cabin crews made sure to reward the office staff by inviting them to their periodic parties – although orgies would be a more accurate description of them. Other chapters to follow later ... If you enjoyed this, check out my other stories ... you might like them too ...

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2010 My name is Selina, and I am a pupil at Hirstmere Hall, an expensive boarding school for girls, located in the rolling green countryside of southern England. I have just turned sixteen years old, and all my friends say I am as pretty as a doll. I have thick dark curly hair which falls to my shoulders, deep large brown eyes in a heart-shaped face, a clear pale complexion and pink rosebud lips. I am also quite petite – only five foot three inches tall, with a narrow waist and a slender body – well, slender in most places, because my chest has already developed quite a lot, more than nearly all the other girls in my class. With my height and build, my tits are even more noticeable than is warranted by their actual size (28C), and I get quite a lot of interested looks. Oh – you think I mean when I’m out and about, right? No, no – I mean here, at this isolated boarding school for girls aged 13 to 18, and with its female-only teaching and support staff. Some of these looks are from other girls in my own class, some are from older pupils – even Sixth Formers and prefects – and, just recently, I have noticed some from a few of my teachers as well! I am quite inexperienced, but I know enough to know what these looks mean, and what would follow if I chose to encourage and respond to them. As it is, I tend to maybe preen and flounce a little more when I get these signals – I can’t help it, they just give me a kind of electric buzz all over. I am not completely naive, and I’m not still a virgin. Last summer, Jane, my best-friend here at school, came to stay at my house for a couple of weeks; we like to cuddle a bit anyway, and had begun masturbating each other – so much more fun than doing it for yourself! However, in her enthusiasm, Jane pushed her fingers into me a bit too far and firm, and broke my hymen (it didn’t hurt really, and so, at her request, I promptly performed the same service for her). Anyway, up to now Jane is the only person with whom I have had any sexual experience, and that was really quite limited. My favourite subject is art, probably because I am really quite good at it – I have always been able to draw and paint well, and the tuition is giving me more skill and understanding in matters like composition, the use of a palette of colours, and so on. The art teacher for my class this year is Miss Reeve, and I really like her. I guess she is a little over thirty, though it’s hard to tell; she is a redhead, with a lovely mane of orange hair, and has quite a curvy figure – I think she must work out in the gym, for, as far as one can tell under her smart skirt-and-jacket suits, her stomach is flat and her shapely butt and legs are completely free of any flab. About half of the teaching staff live in accommodation on the school premises; this is partly because they have duties in overseeing the pupils outside the classroom hours, on evenings and weekends, and partly for the convenience and the cheapness of it. They are all single, of course, and mostly under forty years old, and their number includes Miss Reeve – I quite often see her strolling around the grounds on a pleasant evening, with one of the other teachers for company; Miss Champney, one of the science teachers, seems to be a particular friend. Miss Reeve has been complimenting my art work for some time, and helping me to improve it. Sometimes, when she stands close behind me and takes hold of my hand, guiding my pencil or paintbrush to show me the effect that she means, I feel quite nervous and flustered, and then when she glances at me with a knowing sort of smile, I blush and feel kind of twitchy. Jane said a week or two ago, as we lay on her bed in the two-person room which we share (the school tries to put friends together as room-mates if possible), that she thinks Miss Reeve fancies me, but I was doubtful. At the time I wasn’t really taking in what Jane was saying; we had discarded our panties and pulled our uniform skirts up around our waists, and our fingers were gently massaging up and down the length of each other’s parting and moist pussy lips. One reason for my dismissing the notion was that there is a kind of unwritten rule at the school that the teachers don’t get involved with girls who are under seventeen years old, although we pupils are pretty much free to do what we want with each other, as long as no one is coerced and it is kept discretely out of sight – it is a very relaxed and liberal regime here in that respect, although they are very strict against any drugs or alcohol. The system seems to work and, not surprisingly, most of the girls go down the avenue which is left open to them (hmm, I wonder if this is deliberate?), and get their kicks from intimacy with each other rather than from harmful substances. Last week, Miss Reeve offered to give me some special tuition out of the normal classroom hours, on Tuesday and Thursday evenings; she said that she always had preparation work to do in the art studio for at least an hour after dinner (which is from 6.00 to 7.00 p.m.), and it wouldn’t be any bother at all – I could spend more time on my pictures, and get up to a higher standard. I was ever so keen and grateful, eagerly accepting her offer and thanking her profusely; I love sketching and painting, and it honestly never crossed my mind that she had an ulterior purpose. However, when I went there for the second session, yesterday evening, I discovered that she certainly did! It took me the first ten minutes to complete the crayon sketch I had begun, under her guidance, in the first of these private extra sessions. It was a still life of a vase with some flowers, and when I was done Miss Reeve came over to look at it. She made a number of useful points but in general was complimentary, and she concluded by giving me an appraising look and declaring that she thought I had a lot of potential, which made me glow with pleasure. ‘Well, Selina, I think you are ready to try something new – something a little more advanced’, said Miss Reeve. I was flattered and intrigued, and asked what she meant. Her reply was that the greater challenge was to draw something that was alive, and the human body most of all – getting the shape and musculature to look convincing was the real test of an artist. ‘You really need to draw a nude, Selina – it’s the best practice there is.’ I gaped at her – I know my mouth was hanging open in surprise – and for a moment I wondered if she was joking, but she was looking at me quite seriously, as if such a thing was perfectly normal. Well, perhaps it was, I thought, remembering how so many of the great artists had sketched and painted nude figures. However, there seemed to be a flaw in her proposal, and I pointed out that we didn’t have a model for me to draw. Miss Reeve looked at me again, hesitated just fractionally, and then with a bright smile explained that well, yes we did, this was one way she could help me – she would be my model! I was thunderstruck, never having envisaged such a thing, and I felt a strange hollow feeling in my stomach and a peculiar heaviness in my pelvis. I felt a little relieved when Miss Reeve went on to say that it wouldn’t be a full nude, of course, but that I would draw her from the waist up – this would give plenty of difficult angles and curves for me to try and capture. As I stood rooted to the spot, my teacher walked to the door and locked it from the inside. Turning back to me and smiling, she said that we must not have any interruptions – someone might not understand that it was art. I nodded, still mute with surprise, and then watched dry-mouthed as she casually slipped off her soft purple cashmere cardigan and the pale lilac silk blouse underneath which complemented it so tastefully, hanging both on the back of her chair. I was dumbstruck and saucer-eyed as she faced me again, wearing her smart and tight black knee-length pencil skirt and the black boots which came up almost to meet it, but above that only a quite skimpy black demi-cup balcony bra, which pushed up her quite large well-rounded breasts. Miss Reeve cleared the few things on her desk away to another table, and then she called me over. Turning her back, she casually asked me to unhook the bra for her – with unaccountable nervousness, it took my fumbling fingers three attempts to release it, and every time my fingertips touched the warm bare flesh of her back it was like getting an electric jolt. Finally, the bra fell away – I was left holding the thin gauzy fabric, still warm from her body, as she turned round, shaking her head to settle her flowing locks of bright ginger hair – and, in the process, making her full breasts bounce and jiggle in a disturbingly eye-catching way. Just for somewhere else to look, I glance down at her bra, and saw with interest that she took a size 32D; certainly, hers was the figure of a mature woman, her breasts being at least four sizes larger than my developing ones. Miss Reeve sat on her desk, crossing her legs – her black skirt and boots making a striking contrast with the soft pink of her naked flesh. Then she put her hands out behind her to brace herself in the pose, which had the consequence of thrusting her breasts upwards and outwards to give me a three-quarter profile viewpoint. She had instructed me to ignore her face, and to concentrate on drawing her body from her skirt waistband up to her shoulders and base of the neck. Of course, by far the most prominent part of this was her breasts, and so my eyes were constantly upon them, drawn back again and again as I tried to capture their confident jut, their womanly fullness, and a sense of their firm softness. After twenty minutes of quiet work, during which the room seemed to be getting warmer, Miss Reeve called me to bring my sketch over to the desk, where she inspected my progress. ‘Hmm, yes, Selina – not bad, not bad at all, especially for a first effort’, was her encouraging verdict. She explained how to shade in the area around the base of the neck and shoulders to suggest both the delicacy and yet the strength of the bones beneath. Then, tracing her finger over where I had drawn the outline of her breasts, she shook her head a little. ‘I don’t think you are getting the breasts quite right, Selina. Well, to draw something, you need to understand it, to really know it – that’s why drawing something from photographs, rather than life, never works as well. Here,’ she continued, ‘feel the texture – really feel it!’ To my amazement, she took my nerveless right hand and placed it on her breast, covering the nipple – which to my shock was incredibly hard and firm. From a distance of only a few inches, she looked me directly in the eyes, unflinchingly and challengingly: ‘Go on, Selina, get to know what you are drawing,’ she said softly, but it was dawning upon me that I was scheduled to be learning something much more here as well. Hesitantly, conscious of the warmth of her body and the smooth texture of her skin, I moved my hand around her breast, and I made no murmur of resistance as she took my left hand and placed it on her other breast. I traced my fingers around her aureoles, admiring the stiff pinkness of her extended nipples, and then cupped the heavy soft weight of her breasts in my hands. ‘Good ... that’s very good, Selina, you’re getting the idea.’ Well, yes, I was ... and it was making me quite hot and bothered down between my legs, warm and sweaty and moist, and my own nipples were stiffening as the palms of my hands rubbed once again across my teacher’s tits. Then, she took things a stage further. ‘To capture the essence of something you must open up all your senses, Selina; not just sight, and even not just touch as well – you need to taste it, to smell it!’ Miss Reeve reached gently behind my head, and drew my face down towards the breasts that were filling my hands. She guided my mouth to the nipple of her right breast, and it just seemed the most natural thing in the world for my lips to part, her pink tit sliding right between my dry lips, and for my tongue to seek it, licking around and across it. Instinctively, I began to suck and nibble as well, and was rewarded for my efforts by the groan of pleasure that she gave, her back arching. Her legs uncrossed and spread apart, and I saw from the corner of my eye that this had made the pencil skirt ride up to half-way along her thighs. As my licking and sucking became more confident, my surprise evaporating and a new-found enthusiasm taking its place, Miss Reeve gently stroked my hair and murmured sweet encouragements. Then, she played the final card in her accomplished lesbian seduction – she slipped her right hand under my skirt, hoisting it upwards as her fingers found their target – my crotch, my Venus mound. I gave a kind of startled squeal when I felt her first intrusion into my most private, most intimate place, and then my hesitations evaporated – I felt a liberating sensation of pure pleasure, and knew that this was what I wanted, what turned me on. ‘Ooooh, Miss – aahh, that feels so good, please do it more, touch me more!’ I begged, and a wide smile spread across my lesbian tutor’s attractive features. She drew my head up from her tits with her left hand, and kissed me firmly and passionately – a real sexual kiss, a kiss of desire, a kiss that said clear as words ‘I’m gonna fuck you’. All through this, she kept her right hand stroking the crotch of my panties, and then with a nimble twist of the fingers she slipped them around and inside the gusset, and for the first time I felt the incredible pleasure of the penetrating fingertips of an experienced and confident lesbian woman. Miss Reeve jerked my panties several inches down off my hips, so that they hung across between my legs, halfway up my thighs. Her fingers pressed on the flesh on both sides of my Venus mound, and squeezed my puffy pussy lips together. I moaned as a wave of sexual desire washed through me, and almost without thinking I responded by shoving my right hand up the dark opening of Miss Reeve’s skirt, questing for her cunt. What I found was a surprise which at first stopped me in my tracks, and made me realise that all this had been carefully planned. My delving hand did not, as I had anticipate, meet the gauzy fabric of the panties matching her bra – instead, I found her naked pussy flesh, warm and giving and inviting. Miss Reeve shifted position slightly, and then told me to unbutton and unzip her skirt – it had concealed fastening on her hip. When I had done so, she lifted her ass of the desk for a moment, and without being told I swiftly pulled the skirt down her legs, and dropped it on a chair behind me. Now Miss Reeve was completely naked apart from the black boots – their presence making the effect even more enticing, the sole element of clothing highlighting the absence of everything else. She slid off the desk to stand with her buttocks resting against its rim, her feet spread quite wide apart. Then she took my head and, with a gentle pressure on my shoulders which clearly communicated that I should kneel or settle on my haunches, she drew my face towards her cunt. I was amazed – never had I thought that I would be doing this, never mind enjoying it so much! It spoke to something inside my psyche, released something in me which I had suppressed even whilst enjoying the friendly cuddles with Jane, and suddenly I was consumed by a raging molten lava of lesbian desire which surged irresistibly through me and erupted from my drenched vagina. I began avidly to lick and munch on her pussy, and my art teacher’s breathing turned to rasping pants and gulps of air, in between which she exhorted me go deeper, to work on her harder. Then she began to use dirty words, increasingly incoherently, as her shoulders shook and her ripe breasts swayed above my head. ‘Fuck, oooh, fuckit, Selina, yes – go for it, yes, do me like that – you little hot bitch, eat my cunt, eat me out! ... aaaah, yes, yes, Selina, more, shit! ooooh! ... fuck, make me come, make me really come, you sexy cunt, aaaaaaaah, yes – I’m coming, yes!! YES!!!’ Her sobs and shrieks became a crescendo, her whole body vibrated and trembled, and then soft warm spicy juices splashed onto my tongue and across my cheeks. As she subsided, I brought my head up for air, sticky but exultant – had I just made a grown woman come, had I just eaten out the cunt of my own teacher? Well, yes, it was clear that I had! I felt the blood hammering through my veins, was conscious of the sweat on my back and breasts, and most of all was aware of the unfulfilled burning desire down between my legs. I swiftly undid my uniform skirt and let it drop, following it with the panties that were already at half-mast, and kicking both aside. Before I had the chance to unbutton my shirt – I think I was so impatient that I would have just torn it off, letting the buttons fly in all directions – Miss Reeve drew me back into her arms for a loving kiss, and then she took over. She undid my school tie and her fingers flew down the front of my shirt, nimbly opening every button and then slipping it backwards off my shoulders. My teacher reached round behind my back to unsnap my plain white cotton bra, and it was allowed to fall onto the pile of my discarded clothes. All I was left with – matching my teacher, which I liked, was my school shoes and my knee-high white socks. Miss Reeve slipped her hand between my legs again, and teased her fingertips along my labia, sliding just a centimetre so into my vagina. I sensed her caution and reluctance, and asked her what the problem was. Her reply was that I was still a virgin, and she needed to take care not to break that. I felt suddenly very grown up, and told her not to worry – I wasn’t a virgin, though I had very little experience of being penetrated. ‘Ah’, breathed Miss Reeve in understanding, smiling at me; ‘young Jane, was it? – you make such a nice pair together, and anyone can see that she’s really sweet on you ... I do hope she isn’t going to get jealous about this.’ My head was in a whirl from her casual comment – did Jane actually fancy me that way, and our fumblings weren’t just friendly comfort and experimentation, but the sexual relations of lovers ... of lesbian lovers? I tasted that thought experimentally, and was amazed to find that not only was it not alarming, but that it was pulsatingly exciting. ‘No, she won’t be’, I said, ‘she’s already guessed that you wanted me.’ Then I continued, with a new decisiveness: ‘anyway, I’m assuming this is going to happen every Tuesday and Thursday evening’ - Miss Reeve gave a smiling confirmatory nod – ‘so she’ll have to accept it, because I’m not giving this up, and I’m not giving her up either!’ I’m not normally so assertive, or at least I never used to be, but this I knew with total confidence – I wanted my friend to be my girlfriend, but I also wanted all the fucking I could get from this stunning and experienced mature lesbian. ‘Well now’, said Miss Reeve, ‘if you’re not a virgin, then I know just the thing for you, my girl!’ She went to a locked store cupboard – in class, we had often wondered what it contained, as it was never opened. The answer seemed at first disappointing – there was paper, pens and paint brushes, though I realised they were of high quality and must be Miss Reeve’s own items. Then she opened a small drawer, from which she withdrew an oblong tin box, rather like a cash box. Once this was unlocked, I saw its contents and gasped – just because I had never seen one before didn’t stop instant recognition, for it was obviously a strap-on dildo. Miss Reeve brought it over in her hand, and then she gently pushed me to where she had previously stood, my ass pressed against the rim of the desk, my legs about two feet apart. Holding the intimidatingly long – and wide, my God! can one take something that thick? – plastic phallus by its base, she pressed its bulbous knob against my pussy and rubbed it quite firmly up and down my cleft. I shuddered, a thread of fear running through my churning desire, heightening it to an all-consuming flame. I could tell how intensely Miss Reeve wanted to give me this, wanted to spear it into me, impale me on its shiny plastic length. Her eyes glittered, her cheeks were flushed and her features had a rigid edge, as she rubbed it against me with greater insistence. She leaned close, her breasts compressing against mine, her hard nipples pressing into my soft girl-flesh, and her hot breath was in my ears as she whispered in a throaty rasp: ‘Do you want this? Do you want it, babe? Tell me you want it – tell me, and I’ll take you, I’ll have you – you’re mine, and I want you, so take it, take it all for me!’ I babbled my consent – more than that, my desperate eagerness: ‘Oh Christ, Miss Reeve, yes – take me, fuck me, please, just ram it into to me ... oh God, yes, split me open, fuck me, please, please! – any way you want me, just do it, just do me ... please, now!’ Her delight at the way I had been transformed into a total wanton lesbian slut was apparent, and she kissed me hungrily whilst one hand groped for and mashed my breast, so firmly that there were finger-shaped bruises for the next day or so (Jane admired them and kissed and licked them better, but I had to be careful to conceal them when changing for gym class). Her other hand pushed the dildo an inch or so into me, making me gasp at the width of the intrusion. Miss Reeve broke away and took a step back, and then stepped into the harness of the strap-on and tightened its buckles. I felt another tinge of apprehension as its full size was revealed, sticking out from her crotch horizontally like a pink plastic battering ram. However, the art teacher looked incredibly sexy, masterful and mature, with her black boots and the black leather codpiece on which the dildo was mounted, and at the prospect of what I was about to receive I felt my knees go rubbery and fluids seep from my cunt down my inner thighs. At first, Miss Reeve left me in position facing her, so that I could see everything. She sat me on the desk with my legs spread open, and she brought the tip of the dildo to brush against my distended labia. Then, taking a firm grip on my hips, she pressed it inwards, not so much forcefully as with a firm and confident pressure. My vaginal tube opened up for her, stretching to a capacity I never dreamed that I had, although I felt incredibly filled and stretched in the process – and so entered, so fucking penetrated, that all the breath was driven from my lungs and I just gasped. Actually, she had only gone in maybe three inches, and she flexed her hips to pull the shaft most of the way back – but not right out – and then stroked it in again with the same calm assurance. My eyes nearly bugged out as I saw it sink in further, at least another inch, and even more when the next insertion entered me further still. She adopted a steady rhythm, and then began to speed it up – in response, my legs arched further apart and my pussy stretched wider, until unbelievably the whole length of the thing (I thought it was vast, but it was probably only seven inches) went into me with every thrust, the faceplate of the dildo mounting pressing right up against my labial lips. Miss Reeve continued like this for a dozen or so deep thrusts, carefully watching my face to gauge my reactions. She cupped my breasts in both of her hands and squeezed my nipples, making me get even looser and wetter – so, I remember thinking in a euphoric daze, these things are wired up to each other after all! Then my teacher pulled the plastic cock all the way out of my pussy, but before I could protest she gestured me to turn round – and suddenly I knew, with a rush of lust, what was next. She braced me on the desk – I gripped the further edge with my hands, and rested my forehead on the wood, which allowed me an amazing view backwards, through the gap between my hanging and swinging breasts, down my stomach to my mound, where I saw her reinsert the dildo. My legs were now spread wider apart, and she took a firm grip around my waist and began to drill the fake cock in and out of me, rapidly reaching a much faster and harder tempo than when I had been facing her. I began to gasp for breath as the angle of her penetrations made the ridges of the dildo rasp over my clitoris, driving me nearly insane with desire. I don’t know what I was saying, in broken cries and shrieks, foul language that would never otherwise cross my lips mingled with desperate beseechings to be fucked even harder, even deeper. Suddenly, one of her hands left my hips and seized my hair, jerking my head upwards and backwards, arching my spine and lifting my chest off the desk. Her thrusts became even firmer, and her other hand reached round to grab one of my wildly jiggling breasts and maul at it (it was the same one that had been mashed before, so it was tender and receptive – I think most of the bruises that appeared later were actually from this final frenzied fucking. Miss Reeve was slamming the dildo into me so hard that I was almost being lifted off my feet by its impact, and I gave a hoarse scream as I climaxed – my thighs trembled, my hips bucked frantically back against her pile-driving impalement, sweat poured down to pool in the small of my back, my nipples felt like they were on fire, and my whole body shook from top to toes in an explosive orgasm – my first real one, my first true fucking by a woman. I slumped down on the desk, my stomach slicked with sweat, floundering and gasping for air like a landed fish. With real tenderness, Miss Reeve stroked and massaged my back – I shall always remember her loving gentleness in that moment of extraordinary calm after the passing of the raging storm. She traced her fingers down my spine, and rubbed in gentle circles around the small of my back, even as she moved her hips and gently slid the length of the dildo out of my battered but electrified vagina. Leaning forwards, she kissed the back of my neck, then each shoulder blade, and then down my back, as I luxuriated in her tender care and the knowledge that I was truly now a woman – not a girl who had semi-accidentally lost her hymen and then done some fooling around with an equally inexperienced friend, but a female who had the knowledge of what it was to be totally filled, ridden hard and shafted deep, and fucked to climax. I lay there blissfully for a few moments, aware that Miss Reeve had removed the strap-on, wiping it with a damp cloth and drying it before restoring it to its box and cupboard. In the process, I savoured the sight of her moving around the art room, wearing only her black boots – I admired the full jut of her ripe breasts, the lithe ripple of her ass as she moved, and I knew that she knew I was looking at her body with desire, the lust of a lover who is already beginning to count the minutes until next time. She smiled back at me, enjoying in her turn the delectable prospect of naked teenage girldom that I presented, with my legs still spread open and my butt up in the air. I realised that it was an incredible compliment, that she had found me so attractive, so sexually desirable, that she had needed to take me for herself now, and before any other teacher grabbed me first. I was so pleased and thrilled, and resolved to myself to be worthy of both her trust and her lust – to give her my body whenever she wanted it, with passion and energy and, yes, with love. Miss Reeve handed me a towel and I dried off my sweat, enough at least to be able to put my underwear and my school uniform back on for long enough to walk through the halls and corridors back to the landing where the rooms for the girls in my year were located, and then to head straight for the showers! I would tell Jane all about it, of course, under oath of secrecy; I knew I could trust her, and anyway had formed instant plans to take my relationship with her much further into definitely sexual territory – I would tell her about it after lights-out time, in bed together, naked and with our legs entwined and pussies rubbing against each other, and I would stick my fingers deep inside her as I did so, matching my account of Miss Reeve’s dildo penetrations with a finger-fucking of my roommate’s pussy and clit at the same time. Before I left the art studio, Miss Reeve and I kissed again, and once more she slipped her hand underneath my skirt, giving my mound a caress and a possessive squeeze. As my lips parted in a little moan from the pleasure induced by my teacher’s touch, she kissed my neck and then said, her eyes dancing with merry delight: ‘Oh, yes, Selina – you have definitely got potential!’ If you enjoyed this, check out my other stories ... you might like them too ... 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copyright: Lesley Tara, 2010 My name is Selina, and I am a pupil at Hirstmere Hall, an expensive boarding school for girls, located in the rolling green countryside of southern England. I have just turned sixteen years old, and all my friends say I am as pretty as a doll. I have thick dark curly hair which falls to my shoulders, deep large brown eyes in a heart-shaped face, a clear pale complexion and pink rosebud lips. I am also quite petite – only five foot three inches tall, with a narrow waist and a slender body – well, slender in most places, because my chest has already developed quite a lot, more than nearly all the other girls in my class. With my height and build, my tits are even more noticeable than is warranted by their actual size (28C), and I get quite a lot of interested looks. Oh – you think I mean when I’m out and about, right? No, no – I mean here, at this isolated boarding school for girls aged 13 to 18, and with its female-only teaching and support staff. Some of these looks are from other girls in my own class, some are from older pupils – even Sixth Formers and prefects – and, just recently, I have noticed some from a few of my teachers as well! I am quite inexperienced, but I know enough to know what these looks mean, and what would follow if I chose to encourage and respond to them. As it is, I tend to maybe preen and flounce a little more when I get these signals – I can’t help it, they just give me a kind of electric buzz all over. I am not completely naive, and I’m not still a virgin. Last summer, Jane, my best-friend here at school, came to stay at my house for a couple of weeks; we like to cuddle a bit anyway, and had begun masturbating each other – so much more fun than doing it for yourself! However, in her enthusiasm, Jane pushed her fingers into me a bit too far and firm, and broke my hymen (it didn’t hurt really, and so, at her request, I promptly performed the same service for her). Anyway, up to now Jane is the only person with whom I have had any sexual experience, and that was really quite limited. My favourite subject is art, probably because I am really quite good at it – I have always been able to draw and paint well, and the tuition is giving me more skill and understanding in matters like composition, the use of a palette of colours, and so on. The art teacher for my class this year is Miss Reeve, and I really like her. I guess she is a little over thirty, though it’s hard to tell; she is a redhead, with a lovely mane of orange hair, and has quite a curvy figure – I think she must work out in the gym, for, as far as one can tell under her smart skirt-and-jacket suits, her stomach is flat and her shapely butt and legs are completely free of any flab. About half of the teaching staff live in accommodation on the school premises; this is partly because they have duties in overseeing the pupils outside the classroom hours, on evenings and weekends, and partly for the convenience and the cheapness of it. They are all single, of course, and mostly under forty years old, and their number includes Miss Reeve – I quite often see her strolling around the grounds on a pleasant evening, with one of the other teachers for company; Miss Champney, one of the science teachers, seems to be a particular friend. Miss Reeve has been complimenting my art work for some time, and helping me to improve it. Sometimes, when she stands close behind me and takes hold of my hand, guiding my pencil or paintbrush to show me the effect that she means, I feel quite nervous and flustered, and then when she glances at me with a knowing sort of smile, I blush and feel kind of twitchy. Jane said a week or two ago, as we lay on her bed in the two-person room which we share (the school tries to put friends together as room-mates if possible), that she thinks Miss Reeve fancies me, but I was doubtful. At the time I wasn’t really taking in what Jane was saying; we had discarded our panties and pulled our uniform skirts up around our waists, and our fingers were gently massaging up and down the length of each other’s parting and moist pussy lips. One reason for my dismissing the notion was that there is a kind of unwritten rule at the school that the teachers don’t get involved with girls who are under seventeen years old, although we pupils are pretty much free to do what we want with each other, as long as no one is coerced and it is kept discretely out of sight – it is a very relaxed and liberal regime here in that respect, although they are very strict against any drugs or alcohol. The system seems to work and, not surprisingly, most of the girls go down the avenue which is left open to them (hmm, I wonder if this is deliberate?), and get their kicks from intimacy with each other rather than from harmful substances. Last week, Miss Reeve offered to give me some special tuition out of the normal classroom hours, on Tuesday and Thursday evenings; she said that she always had preparation work to do in the art studio for at least an hour after dinner (which is from 6.00 to 7.00 p.m.), and it wouldn’t be any bother at all – I could spend more time on my pictures, and get up to a higher standard. I was ever so keen and grateful, eagerly accepting her offer and thanking her profusely; I love sketching and painting, and it honestly never crossed my mind that she had an ulterior purpose. However, when I went there for the second session, yesterday evening, I discovered that she certainly did! It took me the first ten minutes to complete the crayon sketch I had begun, under her guidance, in the first of these private extra sessions. It was a still life of a vase with some flowers, and when I was done Miss Reeve came over to look at it. She made a number of useful points but in general was complimentary, and she concluded by giving me an appraising look and declaring that she thought I had a lot of potential, which made me glow with pleasure. ‘Well, Selina, I think you are ready to try something new – something a little more advanced’, said Miss Reeve. I was flattered and intrigued, and asked what she meant. Her reply was that the greater challenge was to draw something that was alive, and the human body most of all – getting the shape and musculature to look convincing was the real test of an artist. ‘You really need to draw a nude, Selina – it’s the best practice there is.’ I gaped at her – I know my mouth was hanging open in surprise – and for a moment I wondered if she was joking, but she was looking at me quite seriously, as if such a thing was perfectly normal. Well, perhaps it was, I thought, remembering how so many of the great artists had sketched and painted nude figures. However, there seemed to be a flaw in her proposal, and I pointed out that we didn’t have a model for me to draw. Miss Reeve looked at me again, hesitated just fractionally, and then with a bright smile explained that well, yes we did, this was one way she could help me – she would be my model! I was thunderstruck, never having envisaged such a thing, and I felt a strange hollow feeling in my stomach and a peculiar heaviness in my pelvis. I felt a little relieved when Miss Reeve went on to say that it wouldn’t be a full nude, of course, but that I would draw her from the waist up – this would give plenty of difficult angles and curves for me to try and capture. As I stood rooted to the spot, my teacher walked to the door and locked it from the inside. Turning back to me and smiling, she said that we must not have any interruptions – someone might not understand that it was art. I nodded, still mute with surprise, and then watched dry-mouthed as she casually slipped off her soft purple cashmere cardigan and the pale lilac silk blouse underneath which complemented it so tastefully, hanging both on the back of her chair. I was dumbstruck and saucer-eyed as she faced me again, wearing her smart and tight black knee-length pencil skirt and the black boots which came up almost to meet it, but above that only a quite skimpy black demi-cup balcony bra, which pushed up her quite large well-rounded breasts. Miss Reeve cleared the few things on her desk away to another table, and then she called me over. Turning her back, she casually asked me to unhook the bra for her – with unaccountable nervousness, it took my fumbling fingers three attempts to release it, and every time my fingertips touched the warm bare flesh of her back it was like getting an electric jolt. Finally, the bra fell away – I was left holding the thin gauzy fabric, still warm from her body, as she turned round, shaking her head to settle her flowing locks of bright ginger hair – and, in the process, making her full breasts bounce and jiggle in a disturbingly eye-catching way. Just for somewhere else to look, I glance down at her bra, and saw with interest that she took a size 32D; certainly, hers was the figure of a mature woman, her breasts being at least four sizes larger than my developing ones. Miss Reeve sat on her desk, crossing her legs – her black skirt and boots making a striking contrast with the soft pink of her naked flesh. Then she put her hands out behind her to brace herself in the pose, which had the consequence of thrusting her breasts upwards and outwards to give me a three-quarter profile viewpoint. She had instructed me to ignore her face, and to concentrate on drawing her body from her skirt waistband up to her shoulders and base of the neck. Of course, by far the most prominent part of this was her breasts, and so my eyes were constantly upon them, drawn back again and again as I tried to capture their confident jut, their womanly fullness, and a sense of their firm softness. After twenty minutes of quiet work, during which the room seemed to be getting warmer, Miss Reeve called me to bring my sketch over to the desk, where she inspected my progress. ‘Hmm, yes, Selina – not bad, not bad at all, especially for a first effort’, was her encouraging verdict. She explained how to shade in the area around the base of the neck and shoulders to suggest both the delicacy and yet the strength of the bones beneath. Then, tracing her finger over where I had drawn the outline of her breasts, she shook her head a little. ‘I don’t think you are getting the breasts quite right, Selina. Well, to draw something, you need to understand it, to really know it – that’s why drawing something from photographs, rather than life, never works as well. Here,’ she continued, ‘feel the texture – really feel it!’ To my amazement, she took my nerveless right hand and placed it on her breast, covering the nipple – which to my shock was incredibly hard and firm. From a distance of only a few inches, she looked me directly in the eyes, unflinchingly and challengingly: ‘Go on, Selina, get to know what you are drawing,’ she said softly, but it was dawning upon me that I was scheduled to be learning something much more here as well. Hesitantly, conscious of the warmth of her body and the smooth texture of her skin, I moved my hand around her breast, and I made no murmur of resistance as she took my left hand and placed it on her other breast. I traced my fingers around her aureoles, admiring the stiff pinkness of her extended nipples, and then cupped the heavy soft weight of her breasts in my hands. ‘Good ... that’s very good, Selina, you’re getting the idea.’ Well, yes, I was ... and it was making me quite hot and bothered down between my legs, warm and sweaty and moist, and my own nipples were stiffening as the palms of my hands rubbed once again across my teacher’s tits. Then, she took things a stage further. ‘To capture the essence of something you must open up all your senses, Selina; not just sight, and even not just touch as well – you need to taste it, to smell it!’ Miss Reeve reached gently behind my head, and drew my face down towards the breasts that were filling my hands. She guided my mouth to the nipple of her right breast, and it just seemed the most natural thing in the world for my lips to part, her pink tit sliding right between my dry lips, and for my tongue to seek it, licking around and across it. Instinctively, I began to suck and nibble as well, and was rewarded for my efforts by the groan of pleasure that she gave, her back arching. Her legs uncrossed and spread apart, and I saw from the corner of my eye that this had made the pencil skirt ride up to half-way along her thighs. As my licking and sucking became more confident, my surprise evaporating and a new-found enthusiasm taking its place, Miss Reeve gently stroked my hair and murmured sweet encouragements. Then, she played the final card in her accomplished lesbian seduction – she slipped her right hand under my skirt, hoisting it upwards as her fingers found their target – my crotch, my Venus mound. I gave a kind of startled squeal when I felt her first intrusion into my most private, most intimate place, and then my hesitations evaporated – I felt a liberating sensation of pure pleasure, and knew that this was what I wanted, what turned me on. ‘Ooooh, Miss – aahh, that feels so good, please do it more, touch me more!’ I begged, and a wide smile spread across my lesbian tutor’s attractive features. She drew my head up from her tits with her left hand, and kissed me firmly and passionately – a real sexual kiss, a kiss of desire, a kiss that said clear as words ‘I’m gonna fuck you’. All through this, she kept her right hand stroking the crotch of my panties, and then with a nimble twist of the fingers she slipped them around and inside the gusset, and for the first time I felt the incredible pleasure of the penetrating fingertips of an experienced and confident lesbian woman. Miss Reeve jerked my panties several inches down off my hips, so that they hung across between my legs, halfway up my thighs. Her fingers pressed on the flesh on both sides of my Venus mound, and squeezed my puffy pussy lips together. I moaned as a wave of sexual desire washed through me, and almost without thinking I responded by shoving my right hand up the dark opening of Miss Reeve’s skirt, questing for her cunt. What I found was a surprise which at first stopped me in my tracks, and made me realise that all this had been carefully planned. My delving hand did not, as I had anticipate, meet the gauzy fabric of the panties matching her bra – instead, I found her naked pussy flesh, warm and giving and inviting. Miss Reeve shifted position slightly, and then told me to unbutton and unzip her skirt – it had concealed fastening on her hip. When I had done so, she lifted her ass of the desk for a moment, and without being told I swiftly pulled the skirt down her legs, and dropped it on a chair behind me. Now Miss Reeve was completely naked apart from the black boots – their presence making the effect even more enticing, the sole element of clothing highlighting the absence of everything else. She slid off the desk to stand with her buttocks resting against its rim, her feet spread quite wide apart. Then she took my head and, with a gentle pressure on my shoulders which clearly communicated that I should kneel or settle on my haunches, she drew my face towards her cunt. I was amazed – never had I thought that I would be doing this, never mind enjoying it so much! It spoke to something inside my psyche, released something in me which I had suppressed even whilst enjoying the friendly cuddles with Jane, and suddenly I was consumed by a raging molten lava of lesbian desire which surged irresistibly through me and erupted from my drenched vagina. I began avidly to lick and munch on her pussy, and my art teacher’s breathing turned to rasping pants and gulps of air, in between which she exhorted me go deeper, to work on her harder. Then she began to use dirty words, increasingly incoherently, as her shoulders shook and her ripe breasts swayed above my head. ‘Fuck, oooh, fuckit, Selina, yes – go for it, yes, do me like that – you little hot bitch, eat my cunt, eat me out! ... aaaah, yes, yes, Selina, more, shit! ooooh! ... fuck, make me come, make me really come, you sexy cunt, aaaaaaaah, yes – I’m coming, yes!! YES!!!’ Her sobs and shrieks became a crescendo, her whole body vibrated and trembled, and then soft warm spicy juices splashed onto my tongue and across my cheeks. As she subsided, I brought my head up for air, sticky but exultant – had I just made a grown woman come, had I just eaten out the cunt of my own teacher? Well, yes, it was clear that I had! I felt the blood hammering through my veins, was conscious of the sweat on my back and breasts, and most of all was aware of the unfulfilled burning desire down between my legs. I swiftly undid my uniform skirt and let it drop, following it with the panties that were already at half-mast, and kicking both aside. Before I had the chance to unbutton my shirt – I think I was so impatient that I would have just torn it off, letting the buttons fly in all directions – Miss Reeve drew me back into her arms for a loving kiss, and then she took over. She undid my school tie and her fingers flew down the front of my shirt, nimbly opening every button and then slipping it backwards off my shoulders. My teacher reached round behind my back to unsnap my plain white cotton bra, and it was allowed to fall onto the pile of my discarded clothes. All I was left with – matching my teacher, which I liked, was my school shoes and my knee-high white socks. Miss Reeve slipped her hand between my legs again, and teased her fingertips along my labia, sliding just a centimetre so into my vagina. I sensed her caution and reluctance, and asked her what the problem was. Her reply was that I was still a virgin, and she needed to take care not to break that. I felt suddenly very grown up, and told her not to worry – I wasn’t a virgin, though I had very little experience of being penetrated. ‘Ah’, breathed Miss Reeve in understanding, smiling at me; ‘young Jane, was it? – you make such a nice pair together, and anyone can see that she’s really sweet on you ... I do hope she isn’t going to get jealous about this.’ My head was in a whirl from her casual comment – did Jane actually fancy me that way, and our fumblings weren’t just friendly comfort and experimentation, but the sexual relations of lovers ... of lesbian lovers? I tasted that thought experimentally, and was amazed to find that not only was it not alarming, but that it was pulsatingly exciting. ‘No, she won’t be’, I said, ‘she’s already guessed that you wanted me.’ Then I continued, with a new decisiveness: ‘anyway, I’m assuming this is going to happen every Tuesday and Thursday evening’ - Miss Reeve gave a smiling confirmatory nod – ‘so she’ll have to accept it, because I’m not giving this up, and I’m not giving her up either!’ I’m not normally so assertive, or at least I never used to be, but this I knew with total confidence – I wanted my friend to be my girlfriend, but I also wanted all the fucking I could get from this stunning and experienced mature lesbian. ‘Well now’, said Miss Reeve, ‘if you’re not a virgin, then I know just the thing for you, my girl!’ She went to a locked store cupboard – in class, we had often wondered what it contained, as it was never opened. The answer seemed at first disappointing – there was paper, pens and paint brushes, though I realised they were of high quality and must be Miss Reeve’s own items. Then she opened a small drawer, from which she withdrew an oblong tin box, rather like a cash box. Once this was unlocked, I saw its contents and gasped – just because I had never seen one before didn’t stop instant recognition, for it was obviously a strap-on dildo. Miss Reeve brought it over in her hand, and then she gently pushed me to where she had previously stood, my ass pressed against the rim of the desk, my legs about two feet apart. Holding the intimidatingly long – and wide, my God! can one take something that thick? – plastic phallus by its base, she pressed its bulbous knob against my pussy and rubbed it quite firmly up and down my cleft. I shuddered, a thread of fear running through my churning desire, heightening it to an all-consuming flame. I could tell how intensely Miss Reeve wanted to give me this, wanted to spear it into me, impale me on its shiny plastic length. Her eyes glittered, her cheeks were flushed and her features had a rigid edge, as she rubbed it against me with greater insistence. She leaned close, her breasts compressing against mine, her hard nipples pressing into my soft girl-flesh, and her hot breath was in my ears as she whispered in a throaty rasp: ‘Do you want this? Do you want it, babe? Tell me you want it – tell me, and I’ll take you, I’ll have you – you’re mine, and I want you, so take it, take it all for me!’ I babbled my consent – more than that, my desperate eagerness: ‘Oh Christ, Miss Reeve, yes – take me, fuck me, please, just ram it into to me ... oh God, yes, split me open, fuck me, please, please! – any way you want me, just do it, just do me ... please, now!’ Her delight at the way I had been transformed into a total wanton lesbian slut was apparent, and she kissed me hungrily whilst one hand groped for and mashed my breast, so firmly that there were finger-shaped bruises for the next day or so (Jane admired them and kissed and licked them better, but I had to be careful to conceal them when changing for gym class). Her other hand pushed the dildo an inch or so into me, making me gasp at the width of the intrusion. Miss Reeve broke away and took a step back, and then stepped into the harness of the strap-on and tightened its buckles. I felt another tinge of apprehension as its full size was revealed, sticking out from her crotch horizontally like a pink plastic battering ram. However, the art teacher looked incredibly sexy, masterful and mature, with her black boots and the black leather codpiece on which the dildo was mounted, and at the prospect of what I was about to receive I felt my knees go rubbery and fluids seep from my cunt down my inner thighs. At first, Miss Reeve left me in position facing her, so that I could see everything. She sat me on the desk with my legs spread open, and she brought the tip of the dildo to brush against my distended labia. Then, taking a firm grip on my hips, she pressed it inwards, not so much forcefully as with a firm and confident pressure. My vaginal tube opened up for her, stretching to a capacity I never dreamed that I had, although I felt incredibly filled and stretched in the process – and so entered, so fucking penetrated, that all the breath was driven from my lungs and I just gasped. Actually, she had only gone in maybe three inches, and she flexed her hips to pull the shaft most of the way back – but not right out – and then stroked it in again with the same calm assurance. My eyes nearly bugged out as I saw it sink in further, at least another inch, and even more when the next insertion entered me further still. She adopted a steady rhythm, and then began to speed it up – in response, my legs arched further apart and my pussy stretched wider, until unbelievably the whole length of the thing (I thought it was vast, but it was probably only seven inches) went into me with every thrust, the faceplate of the dildo mounting pressing right up against my labial lips. Miss Reeve continued like this for a dozen or so deep thrusts, carefully watching my face to gauge my reactions. She cupped my breasts in both of her hands and squeezed my nipples, making me get even looser and wetter – so, I remember thinking in a euphoric daze, these things are wired up to each other after all! Then my teacher pulled the plastic cock all the way out of my pussy, but before I could protest she gestured me to turn round – and suddenly I knew, with a rush of lust, what was next. She braced me on the desk – I gripped the further edge with my hands, and rested my forehead on the wood, which allowed me an amazing view backwards, through the gap between my hanging and swinging breasts, down my stomach to my mound, where I saw her reinsert the dildo. My legs were now spread wider apart, and she took a firm grip around my waist and began to drill the fake cock in and out of me, rapidly reaching a much faster and harder tempo than when I had been facing her. I began to gasp for breath as the angle of her penetrations made the ridges of the dildo rasp over my clitoris, driving me nearly insane with desire. I don’t know what I was saying, in broken cries and shrieks, foul language that would never otherwise cross my lips mingled with desperate beseechings to be fucked even harder, even deeper. Suddenly, one of her hands left my hips and seized my hair, jerking my head upwards and backwards, arching my spine and lifting my chest off the desk. Her thrusts became even firmer, and her other hand reached round to grab one of my wildly jiggling breasts and maul at it (it was the same one that had been mashed before, so it was tender and receptive – I think most of the bruises that appeared later were actually from this final frenzied fucking. Miss Reeve was slamming the dildo into me so hard that I was almost being lifted off my feet by its impact, and I gave a hoarse scream as I climaxed – my thighs trembled, my hips bucked frantically back against her pile-driving impalement, sweat poured down to pool in the small of my back, my nipples felt like they were on fire, and my whole body shook from top to toes in an explosive orgasm – my first real one, my first true fucking by a woman. I slumped down on the desk, my stomach slicked with sweat, floundering and gasping for air like a landed fish. With real tenderness, Miss Reeve stroked and massaged my back – I shall always remember her loving gentleness in that moment of extraordinary calm after the passing of the raging storm. She traced her fingers down my spine, and rubbed in gentle circles around the small of my back, even as she moved her hips and gently slid the length of the dildo out of my battered but electrified vagina. Leaning forwards, she kissed the back of my neck, then each shoulder blade, and then down my back, as I luxuriated in her tender care and the knowledge that I was truly now a woman – not a girl who had semi-accidentally lost her hymen and then done some fooling around with an equally inexperienced friend, but a female who had the knowledge of what it was to be totally filled, ridden hard and shafted deep, and fucked to climax. I lay there blissfully for a few moments, aware that Miss Reeve had removed the strap-on, wiping it with a damp cloth and drying it before restoring it to its box and cupboard. In the process, I savoured the sight of her moving around the art room, wearing only her black boots – I admired the full jut of her ripe breasts, the lithe ripple of her ass as she moved, and I knew that she knew I was looking at her body with desire, the lust of a lover who is already beginning to count the minutes until next time. She smiled back at me, enjoying in her turn the delectable prospect of naked teenage girldom that I presented, with my legs still spread open and my butt up in the air. I realised that it was an incredible compliment, that she had found me so attractive, so sexually desirable, that she had needed to take me for herself now, and before any other teacher grabbed me first. I was so pleased and thrilled, and resolved to myself to be worthy of both her trust and her lust – to give her my body whenever she wanted it, with passion and energy and, yes, with love. Miss Reeve handed me a towel and I dried off my sweat, enough at least to be able to put my underwear and my school uniform back on for long enough to walk through the halls and corridors back to the landing where the rooms for the girls in my year were located, and then to head straight for the showers! I would tell Jane all about it, of course, under oath of secrecy; I knew I could trust her, and anyway had formed instant plans to take my relationship with her much further into definitely sexual territory – I would tell her about it after lights-out time, in bed together, naked and with our legs entwined and pussies rubbing against each other, and I would stick my fingers deep inside her as I did so, matching my account of Miss Reeve’s dildo penetrations with a finger-fucking of my roommate’s pussy and clit at the same time. Before I left the art studio, Miss Reeve and I kissed again, and once more she slipped her hand underneath my skirt, giving my mound a caress and a possessive squeeze. As my lips parted in a little moan from the pleasure induced by my teacher’s touch, she kissed my neck and then said, her eyes dancing with merry delight: ‘Oh, yes, Selina – you have definitely got potential!’ If you enjoyed this, check out my other stories ... you might like them too ... 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I stared at the shack wonder way Sherry had asked me to come here. I looked down at the note in my hand as I walked slowly up to it not sure why the hair on my neck stood on end. I pushed opened the door and took a step in. She was lying on the cot in the corner and my breathing increased as I crept up to her and then I show her eyes. Her lifeless eyes staring at me, I ran to her dropping to my knees beside her and that was when I saw the cut across her neck. “You’re never be able to protect her from me bitch.” I jerked up and felt the sweat dripping down my face as I looked around our room. I turned to find that Sherry wasn’t in bed with me and my fear increased until I saw the clock beside our bed. It was just after ten and she would be in school. I covered my face in my hands slowly trying to calm my mind “Another dream?” I looked up into Ashley’s concerned eyes. It has been a week since I was released from the hospital after my latest attempt on my life. Mr. Clearwater or Ashley was staying with me while Sherry was in school. Not because they were worried I’ll try again but because of these dreams “How long?” I asked as I got out of bed grabbing my crutches “A little over an hour this time.” The dreams came every time I closed my eyes. I was lucky to sleep more than two hours in between them. I made my way out back and pulled out my cigarettes and lit one as I let my mind clear itself of the haunting image of her “Same as the others?” Ashley asked and I looked over at her leaning against the frame of the door. I nodded and set down in a plastic lawn chair and stared at the clouds over head. “Have you told the Therapist about the dreams?” “God how many times to I have to tell you guys, yes?” My voice was hard and I felt bad right after I said it and looked over at her. She shook her head knowing I was going to apologize. “It’s ok, I understand that it hard.” She walked over and laid a hand on my shoulder. “You know we are here for you if you want to talk about them.” I kept the dreams from them for two reasons. One it was hard for me to talk about them and two because I didn’t want to give them those images. “I found a note from Sherry tell me to meet her at the shack I hide at when I need to get away from Mike.” Ashley’s brows rose as I started speaking but she didn’t say anything. “When I walked in I found her with her throat slit and her eyes staring at me accusing, like I had failure her. Then I heard his voice saying I could never protect her.” I buried my face into my hands as the dream played again in my head. “Every time I close my eyes I see her dead.” I looked at her and tears slowly slid down my face. “He broke something in me when he called me. I feel in it growing inside of me, the fear that I can’t keep her safe. I hate that she away from when she at school because I don’t know if she safe or not.” Ashley kneeled down in front of me grabbing my hands. “Becky you cannot do this to yourself. By letting yourself have these fears he wins and we both don’t want him to win again.” She turned my hands over until I saw the scars down my wrist. I jerked my hands from hers “How the hell do I do that when I see her dead every time I close my damn eyes. You seat there and say that like it a switch I can just flip off. He put that in me by using the one people that I care about the most. How can I not feel this, I can’t just close my mind to those fears after every dream.” I threw my cigarette down and got up and turned only to find her standing there. Her face was ghostly white and I could see the fear and worry in her eyes. She had seen what the beast was capable of and she had looked that beast in the eyes alone, something I would never wish on her. I couldn’t look at her anymore and walked into the house. She tried to grabbed my arm but I pulled free “Becky.” I didn’t stop until I was in our room and had the door closed. I laid down with my face in the pillows. Mike has done so many things to me. He beat and raped me hundreds of times, took my ability to have kids, put me in crutches for the rest of my life. Why, why after all that did he have to take her from me like this? Yes she was here but just looking at her made me see those dream again. “Why won’t she look at me for more than a minute? The only time I am close to her is when we are asleep and even then I feel the distance.” I heard the tears in Sherry’s voice and felt worse that I was hurting her like I was. “She found a way to handle her feeling and fear when Mike was hurt her, but her fear of losing you is driving her crazy. She doesn’t sleep because of those dreams and when you are away she can’t stop herself from worrying. She loves you and all she wants is to keep you safe, but she doesn’t want you to stop living your life just to make sure of that. It doesn’t make since but fear never does.” It was quit after that and I laid there feel both stupid and scared. I must have fallen asleep again because I jerk awake again from another dream. I rolled over and found her sitting on the bed beside me. “I’m sorry” I said as I pushed up against the headboard. “I don’t mean to hurt you like I am.” She reached over and cupped my cheek and I leaned into her touch. I felt my emotions calm. I grabbed her hand and pulled until I had her in my arms. I ran my hand lightly over her cheek and looked into her eyes for a moment then kissed her. I pulled back feeling both ashamed and sad that I had forgot what it felt like to kiss her. The love her lips held for me. I kissed her again more passionate this time and I felt the fire burst inside me that I hadn’t felt since the last time we had been like this. I rolled until I was on top of her and I felt her hand on my back. I pulled back slightly and looked deep into her eyes. “I love you.” Then my lips were against her harder than ever. She returned it and I ran my hand down until I had her shirt and pushed it up and she leaned towards me to let it ride up her back. We broke the kiss when I got the shirt to her neck and pulled it off throwing it on the floor. I barely noticed that she didn’t have a bra on when she pushed me back and her lips sealed against mine. This too was unlike any of our kisses because they were shorts but fierce full of desire and love. Her hand pulled off my shirt and it joined hers on the floor and she returned to those kisses. I had never felt so much from her and I then she started working those kiss down my neck until I groaned as she latched on to my right nipple. As she sucked and licked my nipple the fire in me growing and I grabbed her face pulling back to my lips again then I worked my way to her right nipple. Her hand worked its way up my side until she grabbed my breast and squeezed causing me to moan on her nipple and she moaned as well. I pushed her back until I was again on top of her switching to her other nipple and felt how hard it was as I took it into my mouth. Her moans grew louder and her hand trailed up my back. Her nails dug in to my flesh and I groaned biting down on her nipple and swirled my tongue hard against it. Shivers ran down my back following her hand until it grabbed my ass. Then her hands grabbed the seams of my shorts pushing then down over my panties and down my legs until she used her foot to push them off and her hands returned to my ass and she squeezed and I pulled back moaning. I pushed back and took of her pants and I grabbed her ass pulling her again to my lips and we kneeled on the bed. I pushed against her shoulder sending her back to the bed and kissed my way from her lips down her breast to her stomach. I kissed her belly button will I worked her panties down and then I move down kissing until I heard her moan again as I kiss her clit then lick her very wet lips. I sucked her clit in my mouth and ran my fingers up her leg until the meet the moister of her pussy and I slowly pushed my finger into her. She grabbed my hair as I did pushing me harder against her clit as my knuckle pressed again her lips. While I suck her clit I worked my finger in and out of her slowly picking up speed until I pushed a second then a third. Her moans got louder and her breathing got harder and I know she was close and when I felt her hand pushing harder on my head I pulled my finger out and cover her lips with my mouth and ran my tongue from the bottom of her lips to her clit and she explode squirting her cum into my mouth. She was completely lost to her orgasm as I continued sucking her lips pull every drop of her cum into my mouth. I pulled back and her eyes were closed and her chest was raising and falling hard. Then her eyes snapped open and she shove me over until I was on my back and she moved between my legs yanking off my panties. She sucked on my clit and push a finger in me like I had her and I moaned and felt her moving in and out of me. I grabbed the bed as my mind became consumed by the fire and her mouth and finger. I lost all senses of her as the fire built and I soon started begging for the release of an orgasm as I trashed my head from side to side and then it was like a dam burst and I flooded her mouth with my cum. She pulled back from my very, very sensitive pussy and kissed me before rolling to her side beside me. I couldn’t speak as my breathing was so hard. Slowly I become more aware of my surroundings and I laughed lightly. “Damn” one word but it had so much mean behind it. “I know” she said and I turned my head and looked at her and she was watching me. “Where the hell did that come?” She asked and again I laughed. “Me, how about you?” we laid there held each other for awhile after that until Mr. Clearwater got home. I was sitting in the living room the next morning while Ashley was in the kitchen looking online for things to increase our sex life to feel more like yesterday. I just thinking about it again cause me to moan “You ok?” I nodded and looked up at Ashley, she had on her coat and hand me mind. I shut down the computer and got up. I had another appointment with my Therapist in an hour. The Therapist sat there watching me as I told him about my latest dreams. He never said much but I think just talking about this was helping me. After my appointment Ashley dropped me off at the curve. I had just got into the house when I heard a noise from down the hall and I went to find out what it was. Part of me was nervous that Mike had got into the house but my more rational side of my brain didn’t see that as possible. Mr. Clearwater door was cracked and I made my way quietly up to it and looked in. I froze when I saw Sherry bouncing up and down on Mr. Clearwater. For a second my mind flashed back to Mike but then Sherry body took my focus and I watched her. As I watched them I felt moister between my legs and my hand moved there without me knowing. I show how he caressed her and moved with care to make sure she was enjoying it. I had never until that moment every seen a man make love and it excited me. With Mike it was his pleasure and he release never mine, but Mr. Clearwater was focus on her until she cum then he focused on himself. When they were finish she rolled off. She laid beside him and I just stood there as he rolled and lightly ran his finger up and down her like I had a few times. “You didn’t seem to enjoy that like before.” she smiled “No I did it just after yesterday with Becky I felt so much more than ever. I had never seen her like that dad she was almost animal like. She was free and wild and it was oh so good.” He smiled and kissed her. “She slowly moving away from the past and looking towards the future. She understands things that we can never imagine and now her sexual drive is awaking within her.” When they went to get up I moved quietly until I was sit in the living room and open my laptop. They were a little shocked at finding me sit there and Mr. Clearwater left for work shortly after that and Sherry sat down beside me. “How long have you been home?” I could hear the worry in her voice and smiled at her. “Long enough to finally know the different between have sex with man and making love with a man.” She looked away “I’m sorry I didn’t want you to see that.” “Why” I asked and she looked back. “Because I didn’t know how you would feel about seeing that.” I looked at her and laugh. “It not like I have never seen anything like that, well no I haven’t. I can see why you like. It made me wonder a little what it would be like to know that kind of love.” I was staring off in to space and felt her hand on mine. “I mean with you I know that but not with a man.” “Maybe you should asked dad if you two can try it.” I shook my head “No I sure if he would I’ll be afraid memories would came back and I would freak too much, so no.” We sat there quietly for a moment and then she said something that got me thinking. “Why is it you can have sex with me then?” I thought about it for a moment. “It has nothing to do with you being a girl I know that but I feel safe and love with you. You never pushed me further or tried to make me do something. I guess it because it’s you.” She thought about that then looked at me. “What if I was there with you while you were with him? “I don’t know” she cupped my face and kissed me. “Dad is always going to part of my sex life and you will be too, but to bring both those worlds together would be great so just think about it for awhile.” I looked at her “What’s it like with him?” She thought about that for a moment “it’s like with you, even though he a man I feel the same things with him just not as strong as I do with you. I love dad but I’m in love with you. I can see in your eyes that you are excited by the thought but are scared it will be like Mike and I can promise you that it won’t be. Because of one small fact and do you know what that is?” I shook my head. “If you say stop he will.” I stared into her eyes and I thought about what she was saying then before I even know what I was saying I asked her “Would he even want me like that?” She smiled “We can ask and find out.” I looked down and thought about this. “I’m still not sure about this what if I not good for him.” She turned my face towards her “are you afraid that you are a bad lover because I know you not. He going into the office for something and will be back in an hour for dinner. I ask him then.” I nodded and then we walked TV. Like she said an hour after he had left Mr. Clearwater came home and walked into the kitchen. Sherry hopped up and I tried to grab her hand to stop her but she smile. “Dad, can I ask you something?” I sat there almost holding my breath. “You know you can ask me anything.” I hear a pot land on the stove. “Would you ever be with Becky like you are with me?” “I never thought about why.” I heard her take a breath. “Just wonder really, she never knew what it feels to make love to anyone but me and I thought if she ever wanted to know what it like you would be the best choice.” It was quiet for a moment and I was starting to wonder what was happening. “Hey while I won’t deny that she really beautiful and I have felt attracted to her but I don’t think she is or may ever want that. Honey I don’t know if you ever told you what Mike did to her but she did tell me when I first meet her and some of the things he did to her was really bad.” “She saw us together early.” I jump as I heard the pan fall to the floor. “I was a little worried she may have I was…” Her voice cut him off. “She said she now understands the different between having sex with a man and making love with a man. She said it got her wonder what it was like. I said maybe she should ask you but she didn’t think she could handle it but I ask what I was there with her.” “I could tell that it excited her but she had some fears one that lessen when I told her that if she said stop you would.” It again went quiet and I was nervous. “What was her other fears?” His voice was heavy and it took me a moment to realize that he was aroused. “That you wouldn’t want her like that and two that she wouldn’t be good enough for you.” There wasn’t a sound in the house other that and I was barely breathing as I wait to hear what he would say. What I had not expected was for them to come back into the living room. I lowered my eyes as he sat on the coffee table in front of me. Not happened for a few moment then he reached out and lift my chin until I was looking him in the eyes. Slowly he leaned over and his lips touched mine and I jerk but he waited for a second then pressed them against mine again. At first I didn’t then slowly I started kissing him back. It was a simply kiss not more. When he pulled back he stared into my eyes. I know he could tell I was nervous and I was slightly scared and he smiled which I returned. Then again his lips pressed against mine and he moved until he was sitting next to me. Again he pulled back and stared into my eyes. His arm wrapped around me and he pulled me to him and his lips sealed against mine only this wasn’t like before this was like how Sherry and I kissed. I felt his mouth open and I did as well and felt as his tongue moved into my mouth. I was sure how long we sat there kissing but when he finally pulled back I was shock that I had my arms under his shoulder holding him to me as he held me to him. “Are you sure this is what you want?” He said as he let me go and we set back. I thought about it and he asked another question. “How do you feel about us being together like that.” I looked up at him “nervous and a little scared.” He asked why and I again took a moment to think. “I’m not sure what to expect or what will happen.” “Because you are afraid it will be like with Mike or something else?” I shrugged. “I saw how you treated Sherry so it not that I think it going to be like with Mike. I scared because I want to know and I also scared of freaking out if a memory was to surface.” I lowered my eyes “or are you scared that you may like it more then when and you and sherry are together.” I again shrugged not sure how to answer. “I’m willing to be with you like that so you can feel the difference and if you like it and want it again then we can but I know deep down that you are in love with my daughter and this won’t change that. If you want to you can come to my room tonight and sherry can come to but I will only be with you.” I looked up at him. He was giving me the choice to think about it. I nodded and he went back to the kitchen. After dinner I went outside and stared up at the sky as I got me a cigarette. I did want to know what it felt like with him but was I ready for that. I jump a little when I felt a hand on my back and turned and watch Sherry take a seat beside me. “You been quiet with me and I want to know if you are mad or not. I know you were wonder what it was like but you never did say for sure if you want me to ask him.” I shook my head and kiss her. “Just wonder if I am ready to know or not.” I said as I turned back toward the sky. “I talked with dad about it and he want me to tell you that if you’re worried about what might happen between you to tell you that it just going to be intercourse no oral or anything other like that.” I nodded I was lying on the bed still wondering if I was ready with Sherry lying beside me. I heard Mr. Clearwater enter his room and turned looking at the wall that separated us from him. “You know you don’t have to if you not ready.” I looked at her and nodded “but I feel that I am.” She smiled and set up. “Do you want to be with him.” I hesitated only a second before nodding. She pulled my sports bra and short off then my panties. She kissed me and I set up and again looked at the wall. “Are you sure?” I nodded and she walked me to his door. I could see that his lights where on she opened it and led me in. He was sitting on his bed with the cover pulled up to his bare chest. He smiled at me and watched as I walked over to his bed. “Are you sure about this Becky?” I again nodded and he pulled me to him on the bed and hugged me. “If you want to stop at any time say so and don’t hold it in. if you feel that it need to stop tell me.” I nodded and he laid me on back beside him and reached over and pulled out a condom from his drawer and I laughed. “That not need, I can’t get pregnant and I just had an STD test so I am clean.” He nodded and replaced it back in the drawer. I looked down at the feet of the bed and looked into Sherry eyes. Then turned my eyes to his as Mr. Clearwater rolled over on top of me. I closed my eyes for a moment then opened them again and found him smile at me. I returned “ready.” He nodded and I felt him against my crotch. I took a breath and felt as he pushed in me and I grunted in pain. “You ok.” I nodded “You’re big then him.” I laughed and he did to as I felt his hips smash mine. He pulled back and I watch as he smiled again and I felt him push back. He speed picked up and I was slowly moaning and I was shock at how fast I started like what I felt. Before long I was moving my hip to meet his stroke and my moans increased. I wrapped my arms around his shoulder and his hands moved up my side. It was long before I cry out as an orgasm rid my body motionless and I felt him picking up speed until I felt his cock swell and he flood my insides with his cum and it triggered another orgasm in me. He pulled off of me and laid back beside me. Than I woke in the morning having must have fallen asleep after it had happen. I was still in his room naked and I found some of my clothes on the bed along with my crutches. I got dress and walked into the kitchen and found a note on the bar. Becky You fall asleep after it happen and I didn’t want to wake you. I hope it wasn’t too hard but I think you did enjoy yourself a little and I glad I could help. If you ever want to do it again I would like to a well. It was next not to use a condom and I hope you don’t mind me saying that. We all sleep in the same bed and you didn’t have a nightmare well we were asleep. See you when I get home later. Mr. Clearwater I smiled as I laid the not down. I wouldn’t mind feel like that again but I still want to be with sherry and make love to her. I wasn’t upset about not having kids anymore either and I felt relaxed for the first time in a long time. To be continued

I stared at the shack wonder way Sherry had asked me to come here. I looked down at the note in my hand as I walked slowly up to it not sure why the hair on my neck stood on end. I pushed opened the door and took a step in. She was lying on the cot in the corner and my breathing increased as I crept up to her and then I show her eyes. Her lifeless eyes staring at me, I ran to her dropping to my knees beside her and that was when I saw the cut across her neck. “You’re never be able to protect her from me bitch.” I jerked up and felt the sweat dripping down my face as I looked around our room. I turned to find that Sherry wasn’t in bed with me and my fear increased until I saw the clock beside our bed. It was just after ten and she would be in school. I covered my face in my hands slowly trying to calm my mind “Another dream?” I looked up into Ashley’s concerned eyes. It has been a week since I was released from the hospital after my latest attempt on my life. Mr. Clearwater or Ashley was staying with me while Sherry was in school. Not because they were worried I’ll try again but because of these dreams “How long?” I asked as I got out of bed grabbing my crutches “A little over an hour this time.” The dreams came every time I closed my eyes. I was lucky to sleep more than two hours in between them. I made my way out back and pulled out my cigarettes and lit one as I let my mind clear itself of the haunting image of her “Same as the others?” Ashley asked and I looked over at her leaning against the frame of the door. I nodded and set down in a plastic lawn chair and stared at the clouds over head. “Have you told the Therapist about the dreams?” “God how many times to I have to tell you guys, yes?” My voice was hard and I felt bad right after I said it and looked over at her. She shook her head knowing I was going to apologize. “It’s ok, I understand that it hard.” She walked over and laid a hand on my shoulder. “You know we are here for you if you want to talk about them.” I kept the dreams from them for two reasons. One it was hard for me to talk about them and two because I didn’t want to give them those images. “I found a note from Sherry tell me to meet her at the shack I hide at when I need to get away from Mike.” Ashley’s brows rose as I started speaking but she didn’t say anything. “When I walked in I found her with her throat slit and her eyes staring at me accusing, like I had failure her. Then I heard his voice saying I could never protect her.” I buried my face into my hands as the dream played again in my head. “Every time I close my eyes I see her dead.” I looked at her and tears slowly slid down my face. “He broke something in me when he called me. I feel in it growing inside of me, the fear that I can’t keep her safe. I hate that she away from when she at school because I don’t know if she safe or not.” Ashley kneeled down in front of me grabbing my hands. “Becky you cannot do this to yourself. By letting yourself have these fears he wins and we both don’t want him to win again.” She turned my hands over until I saw the scars down my wrist. I jerked my hands from hers “How the hell do I do that when I see her dead every time I close my damn eyes. You seat there and say that like it a switch I can just flip off. He put that in me by using the one people that I care about the most. How can I not feel this, I can’t just close my mind to those fears after every dream.” I threw my cigarette down and got up and turned only to find her standing there. Her face was ghostly white and I could see the fear and worry in her eyes. She had seen what the beast was capable of and she had looked that beast in the eyes alone, something I would never wish on her. I couldn’t look at her anymore and walked into the house. She tried to grabbed my arm but I pulled free “Becky.” I didn’t stop until I was in our room and had the door closed. I laid down with my face in the pillows. Mike has done so many things to me. He beat and raped me hundreds of times, took my ability to have kids, put me in crutches for the rest of my life. Why, why after all that did he have to take her from me like this? Yes she was here but just looking at her made me see those dream again. “Why won’t she look at me for more than a minute? The only time I am close to her is when we are asleep and even then I feel the distance.” I heard the tears in Sherry’s voice and felt worse that I was hurting her like I was. “She found a way to handle her feeling and fear when Mike was hurt her, but her fear of losing you is driving her crazy. She doesn’t sleep because of those dreams and when you are away she can’t stop herself from worrying. She loves you and all she wants is to keep you safe, but she doesn’t want you to stop living your life just to make sure of that. It doesn’t make since but fear never does.” It was quit after that and I laid there feel both stupid and scared. I must have fallen asleep again because I jerk awake again from another dream. I rolled over and found her sitting on the bed beside me. “I’m sorry” I said as I pushed up against the headboard. “I don’t mean to hurt you like I am.” She reached over and cupped my cheek and I leaned into her touch. I felt my emotions calm. I grabbed her hand and pulled until I had her in my arms. I ran my hand lightly over her cheek and looked into her eyes for a moment then kissed her. I pulled back feeling both ashamed and sad that I had forgot what it felt like to kiss her. The love her lips held for me. I kissed her again more passionate this time and I felt the fire burst inside me that I hadn’t felt since the last time we had been like this. I rolled until I was on top of her and I felt her hand on my back. I pulled back slightly and looked deep into her eyes. “I love you.” Then my lips were against her harder than ever. She returned it and I ran my hand down until I had her shirt and pushed it up and she leaned towards me to let it ride up her back. We broke the kiss when I got the shirt to her neck and pulled it off throwing it on the floor. I barely noticed that she didn’t have a bra on when she pushed me back and her lips sealed against mine. This too was unlike any of our kisses because they were shorts but fierce full of desire and love. Her hand pulled off my shirt and it joined hers on the floor and she returned to those kisses. I had never felt so much from her and I then she started working those kiss down my neck until I groaned as she latched on to my right nipple. As she sucked and licked my nipple the fire in me growing and I grabbed her face pulling back to my lips again then I worked my way to her right nipple. Her hand worked its way up my side until she grabbed my breast and squeezed causing me to moan on her nipple and she moaned as well. I pushed her back until I was again on top of her switching to her other nipple and felt how hard it was as I took it into my mouth. Her moans grew louder and her hand trailed up my back. Her nails dug in to my flesh and I groaned biting down on her nipple and swirled my tongue hard against it. Shivers ran down my back following her hand until it grabbed my ass. Then her hands grabbed the seams of my shorts pushing then down over my panties and down my legs until she used her foot to push them off and her hands returned to my ass and she squeezed and I pulled back moaning. I pushed back and took of her pants and I grabbed her ass pulling her again to my lips and we kneeled on the bed. I pushed against her shoulder sending her back to the bed and kissed my way from her lips down her breast to her stomach. I kissed her belly button will I worked her panties down and then I move down kissing until I heard her moan again as I kiss her clit then lick her very wet lips. I sucked her clit in my mouth and ran my fingers up her leg until the meet the moister of her pussy and I slowly pushed my finger into her. She grabbed my hair as I did pushing me harder against her clit as my knuckle pressed again her lips. While I suck her clit I worked my finger in and out of her slowly picking up speed until I pushed a second then a third. Her moans got louder and her breathing got harder and I know she was close and when I felt her hand pushing harder on my head I pulled my finger out and cover her lips with my mouth and ran my tongue from the bottom of her lips to her clit and she explode squirting her cum into my mouth. She was completely lost to her orgasm as I continued sucking her lips pull every drop of her cum into my mouth. I pulled back and her eyes were closed and her chest was raising and falling hard. Then her eyes snapped open and she shove me over until I was on my back and she moved between my legs yanking off my panties. She sucked on my clit and push a finger in me like I had her and I moaned and felt her moving in and out of me. I grabbed the bed as my mind became consumed by the fire and her mouth and finger. I lost all senses of her as the fire built and I soon started begging for the release of an orgasm as I trashed my head from side to side and then it was like a dam burst and I flooded her mouth with my cum. She pulled back from my very, very sensitive pussy and kissed me before rolling to her side beside me. I couldn’t speak as my breathing was so hard. Slowly I become more aware of my surroundings and I laughed lightly. “Damn” one word but it had so much mean behind it. “I know” she said and I turned my head and looked at her and she was watching me. “Where the hell did that come?” She asked and again I laughed. “Me, how about you?” we laid there held each other for awhile after that until Mr. Clearwater got home. I was sitting in the living room the next morning while Ashley was in the kitchen looking online for things to increase our sex life to feel more like yesterday. I just thinking about it again cause me to moan “You ok?” I nodded and looked up at Ashley, she had on her coat and hand me mind. I shut down the computer and got up. I had another appointment with my Therapist in an hour. The Therapist sat there watching me as I told him about my latest dreams. He never said much but I think just talking about this was helping me. After my appointment Ashley dropped me off at the curve. I had just got into the house when I heard a noise from down the hall and I went to find out what it was. Part of me was nervous that Mike had got into the house but my more rational side of my brain didn’t see that as possible. Mr. Clearwater door was cracked and I made my way quietly up to it and looked in. I froze when I saw Sherry bouncing up and down on Mr. Clearwater. For a second my mind flashed back to Mike but then Sherry body took my focus and I watched her. As I watched them I felt moister between my legs and my hand moved there without me knowing. I show how he caressed her and moved with care to make sure she was enjoying it. I had never until that moment every seen a man make love and it excited me. With Mike it was his pleasure and he release never mine, but Mr. Clearwater was focus on her until she cum then he focused on himself. When they were finish she rolled off. She laid beside him and I just stood there as he rolled and lightly ran his finger up and down her like I had a few times. “You didn’t seem to enjoy that like before.” she smiled “No I did it just after yesterday with Becky I felt so much more than ever. I had never seen her like that dad she was almost animal like. She was free and wild and it was oh so good.” He smiled and kissed her. “She slowly moving away from the past and looking towards the future. She understands things that we can never imagine and now her sexual drive is awaking within her.” When they went to get up I moved quietly until I was sit in the living room and open my laptop. They were a little shocked at finding me sit there and Mr. Clearwater left for work shortly after that and Sherry sat down beside me. “How long have you been home?” I could hear the worry in her voice and smiled at her. “Long enough to finally know the different between have sex with man and making love with a man.” She looked away “I’m sorry I didn’t want you to see that.” “Why” I asked and she looked back. “Because I didn’t know how you would feel about seeing that.” I looked at her and laugh. “It not like I have never seen anything like that, well no I haven’t. I can see why you like. It made me wonder a little what it would be like to know that kind of love.” I was staring off in to space and felt her hand on mine. “I mean with you I know that but not with a man.” “Maybe you should asked dad if you two can try it.” I shook my head “No I sure if he would I’ll be afraid memories would came back and I would freak too much, so no.” We sat there quietly for a moment and then she said something that got me thinking. “Why is it you can have sex with me then?” I thought about it for a moment. “It has nothing to do with you being a girl I know that but I feel safe and love with you. You never pushed me further or tried to make me do something. I guess it because it’s you.” She thought about that then looked at me. “What if I was there with you while you were with him? “I don’t know” she cupped my face and kissed me. “Dad is always going to part of my sex life and you will be too, but to bring both those worlds together would be great so just think about it for awhile.” I looked at her “What’s it like with him?” She thought about that for a moment “it’s like with you, even though he a man I feel the same things with him just not as strong as I do with you. I love dad but I’m in love with you. I can see in your eyes that you are excited by the thought but are scared it will be like Mike and I can promise you that it won’t be. Because of one small fact and do you know what that is?” I shook my head. “If you say stop he will.” I stared into her eyes and I thought about what she was saying then before I even know what I was saying I asked her “Would he even want me like that?” She smiled “We can ask and find out.” I looked down and thought about this. “I’m still not sure about this what if I not good for him.” She turned my face towards her “are you afraid that you are a bad lover because I know you not. He going into the office for something and will be back in an hour for dinner. I ask him then.” I nodded and then we walked TV. Like she said an hour after he had left Mr. Clearwater came home and walked into the kitchen. Sherry hopped up and I tried to grab her hand to stop her but she smile. “Dad, can I ask you something?” I sat there almost holding my breath. “You know you can ask me anything.” I hear a pot land on the stove. “Would you ever be with Becky like you are with me?” “I never thought about why.” I heard her take a breath. “Just wonder really, she never knew what it feels to make love to anyone but me and I thought if she ever wanted to know what it like you would be the best choice.” It was quiet for a moment and I was starting to wonder what was happening. “Hey while I won’t deny that she really beautiful and I have felt attracted to her but I don’t think she is or may ever want that. Honey I don’t know if you ever told you what Mike did to her but she did tell me when I first meet her and some of the things he did to her was really bad.” “She saw us together early.” I jump as I heard the pan fall to the floor. “I was a little worried she may have I was…” Her voice cut him off. “She said she now understands the different between having sex with a man and making love with a man. She said it got her wonder what it was like. I said maybe she should ask you but she didn’t think she could handle it but I ask what I was there with her.” “I could tell that it excited her but she had some fears one that lessen when I told her that if she said stop you would.” It again went quiet and I was nervous. “What was her other fears?” His voice was heavy and it took me a moment to realize that he was aroused. “That you wouldn’t want her like that and two that she wouldn’t be good enough for you.” There wasn’t a sound in the house other that and I was barely breathing as I wait to hear what he would say. What I had not expected was for them to come back into the living room. I lowered my eyes as he sat on the coffee table in front of me. Not happened for a few moment then he reached out and lift my chin until I was looking him in the eyes. Slowly he leaned over and his lips touched mine and I jerk but he waited for a second then pressed them against mine again. At first I didn’t then slowly I started kissing him back. It was a simply kiss not more. When he pulled back he stared into my eyes. I know he could tell I was nervous and I was slightly scared and he smiled which I returned. Then again his lips pressed against mine and he moved until he was sitting next to me. Again he pulled back and stared into my eyes. His arm wrapped around me and he pulled me to him and his lips sealed against mine only this wasn’t like before this was like how Sherry and I kissed. I felt his mouth open and I did as well and felt as his tongue moved into my mouth. I was sure how long we sat there kissing but when he finally pulled back I was shock that I had my arms under his shoulder holding him to me as he held me to him. “Are you sure this is what you want?” He said as he let me go and we set back. I thought about it and he asked another question. “How do you feel about us being together like that.” I looked up at him “nervous and a little scared.” He asked why and I again took a moment to think. “I’m not sure what to expect or what will happen.” “Because you are afraid it will be like with Mike or something else?” I shrugged. “I saw how you treated Sherry so it not that I think it going to be like with Mike. I scared because I want to know and I also scared of freaking out if a memory was to surface.” I lowered my eyes “or are you scared that you may like it more then when and you and sherry are together.” I again shrugged not sure how to answer. “I’m willing to be with you like that so you can feel the difference and if you like it and want it again then we can but I know deep down that you are in love with my daughter and this won’t change that. If you want to you can come to my room tonight and sherry can come to but I will only be with you.” I looked up at him. He was giving me the choice to think about it. I nodded and he went back to the kitchen. After dinner I went outside and stared up at the sky as I got me a cigarette. I did want to know what it felt like with him but was I ready for that. I jump a little when I felt a hand on my back and turned and watch Sherry take a seat beside me. “You been quiet with me and I want to know if you are mad or not. I know you were wonder what it was like but you never did say for sure if you want me to ask him.” I shook my head and kiss her. “Just wonder if I am ready to know or not.” I said as I turned back toward the sky. “I talked with dad about it and he want me to tell you that if you’re worried about what might happen between you to tell you that it just going to be intercourse no oral or anything other like that.” I nodded I was lying on the bed still wondering if I was ready with Sherry lying beside me. I heard Mr. Clearwater enter his room and turned looking at the wall that separated us from him. “You know you don’t have to if you not ready.” I looked at her and nodded “but I feel that I am.” She smiled and set up. “Do you want to be with him.” I hesitated only a second before nodding. She pulled my sports bra and short off then my panties. She kissed me and I set up and again looked at the wall. “Are you sure?” I nodded and she walked me to his door. I could see that his lights where on she opened it and led me in. He was sitting on his bed with the cover pulled up to his bare chest. He smiled at me and watched as I walked over to his bed. “Are you sure about this Becky?” I again nodded and he pulled me to him on the bed and hugged me. “If you want to stop at any time say so and don’t hold it in. if you feel that it need to stop tell me.” I nodded and he laid me on back beside him and reached over and pulled out a condom from his drawer and I laughed. “That not need, I can’t get pregnant and I just had an STD test so I am clean.” He nodded and replaced it back in the drawer. I looked down at the feet of the bed and looked into Sherry eyes. Then turned my eyes to his as Mr. Clearwater rolled over on top of me. I closed my eyes for a moment then opened them again and found him smile at me. I returned “ready.” He nodded and I felt him against my crotch. I took a breath and felt as he pushed in me and I grunted in pain. “You ok.” I nodded “You’re big then him.” I laughed and he did to as I felt his hips smash mine. He pulled back and I watch as he smiled again and I felt him push back. He speed picked up and I was slowly moaning and I was shock at how fast I started like what I felt. Before long I was moving my hip to meet his stroke and my moans increased. I wrapped my arms around his shoulder and his hands moved up my side. It was long before I cry out as an orgasm rid my body motionless and I felt him picking up speed until I felt his cock swell and he flood my insides with his cum and it triggered another orgasm in me. He pulled off of me and laid back beside me. Than I woke in the morning having must have fallen asleep after it had happen. I was still in his room naked and I found some of my clothes on the bed along with my crutches. I got dress and walked into the kitchen and found a note on the bar. Becky You fall asleep after it happen and I didn’t want to wake you. I hope it wasn’t too hard but I think you did enjoy yourself a little and I glad I could help. If you ever want to do it again I would like to a well. It was next not to use a condom and I hope you don’t mind me saying that. We all sleep in the same bed and you didn’t have a nightmare well we were asleep. See you when I get home later. Mr. Clearwater I smiled as I laid the not down. I wouldn’t mind feel like that again but I still want to be with sherry and make love to her. I wasn’t upset about not having kids anymore either and I felt relaxed for the first time in a long time. To be continued

I stared at the shack wonder way Sherry had asked me to come here. I looked down at the note in my hand as I walked slowly up to it not sure why the hair on my neck stood on end. I pushed opened the door and took a step in. She was lying on the cot in the corner and my breathing increased as I crept up to her and then I show her eyes. Her lifeless eyes staring at me, I ran to her dropping to my knees beside her and that was when I saw the cut across her neck. “You’re never be able to protect her from me bitch.” I jerked up and felt the sweat dripping down my face as I looked around our room. I turned to find that Sherry wasn’t in bed with me and my fear increased until I saw the clock beside our bed. It was just after ten and she would be in school. I covered my face in my hands slowly trying to calm my mind “Another dream?” I looked up into Ashley’s concerned eyes. It has been a week since I was released from the hospital after my latest attempt on my life. Mr. Clearwater or Ashley was staying with me while Sherry was in school. Not because they were worried I’ll try again but because of these dreams “How long?” I asked as I got out of bed grabbing my crutches “A little over an hour this time.” The dreams came every time I closed my eyes. I was lucky to sleep more than two hours in between them. I made my way out back and pulled out my cigarettes and lit one as I let my mind clear itself of the haunting image of her “Same as the others?” Ashley asked and I looked over at her leaning against the frame of the door. I nodded and set down in a plastic lawn chair and stared at the clouds over head. “Have you told the Therapist about the dreams?” “God how many times to I have to tell you guys, yes?” My voice was hard and I felt bad right after I said it and looked over at her. She shook her head knowing I was going to apologize. “It’s ok, I understand that it hard.” She walked over and laid a hand on my shoulder. “You know we are here for you if you want to talk about them.” I kept the dreams from them for two reasons. One it was hard for me to talk about them and two because I didn’t want to give them those images. “I found a note from Sherry tell me to meet her at the shack I hide at when I need to get away from Mike.” Ashley’s brows rose as I started speaking but she didn’t say anything. “When I walked in I found her with her throat slit and her eyes staring at me accusing, like I had failure her. Then I heard his voice saying I could never protect her.” I buried my face into my hands as the dream played again in my head. “Every time I close my eyes I see her dead.” I looked at her and tears slowly slid down my face. “He broke something in me when he called me. I feel in it growing inside of me, the fear that I can’t keep her safe. I hate that she away from when she at school because I don’t know if she safe or not.” Ashley kneeled down in front of me grabbing my hands. “Becky you cannot do this to yourself. By letting yourself have these fears he wins and we both don’t want him to win again.” She turned my hands over until I saw the scars down my wrist. I jerked my hands from hers “How the hell do I do that when I see her dead every time I close my damn eyes. You seat there and say that like it a switch I can just flip off. He put that in me by using the one people that I care about the most. How can I not feel this, I can’t just close my mind to those fears after every dream.” I threw my cigarette down and got up and turned only to find her standing there. Her face was ghostly white and I could see the fear and worry in her eyes. She had seen what the beast was capable of and she had looked that beast in the eyes alone, something I would never wish on her. I couldn’t look at her anymore and walked into the house. She tried to grabbed my arm but I pulled free “Becky.” I didn’t stop until I was in our room and had the door closed. I laid down with my face in the pillows. Mike has done so many things to me. He beat and raped me hundreds of times, took my ability to have kids, put me in crutches for the rest of my life. Why, why after all that did he have to take her from me like this? Yes she was here but just looking at her made me see those dream again. “Why won’t she look at me for more than a minute? The only time I am close to her is when we are asleep and even then I feel the distance.” I heard the tears in Sherry’s voice and felt worse that I was hurting her like I was. “She found a way to handle her feeling and fear when Mike was hurt her, but her fear of losing you is driving her crazy. She doesn’t sleep because of those dreams and when you are away she can’t stop herself from worrying. She loves you and all she wants is to keep you safe, but she doesn’t want you to stop living your life just to make sure of that. It doesn’t make since but fear never does.” It was quit after that and I laid there feel both stupid and scared. I must have fallen asleep again because I jerk awake again from another dream. I rolled over and found her sitting on the bed beside me. “I’m sorry” I said as I pushed up against the headboard. “I don’t mean to hurt you like I am.” She reached over and cupped my cheek and I leaned into her touch. I felt my emotions calm. I grabbed her hand and pulled until I had her in my arms. I ran my hand lightly over her cheek and looked into her eyes for a moment then kissed her. I pulled back feeling both ashamed and sad that I had forgot what it felt like to kiss her. The love her lips held for me. I kissed her again more passionate this time and I felt the fire burst inside me that I hadn’t felt since the last time we had been like this. I rolled until I was on top of her and I felt her hand on my back. I pulled back slightly and looked deep into her eyes. “I love you.” Then my lips were against her harder than ever. She returned it and I ran my hand down until I had her shirt and pushed it up and she leaned towards me to let it ride up her back. We broke the kiss when I got the shirt to her neck and pulled it off throwing it on the floor. I barely noticed that she didn’t have a bra on when she pushed me back and her lips sealed against mine. This too was unlike any of our kisses because they were shorts but fierce full of desire and love. Her hand pulled off my shirt and it joined hers on the floor and she returned to those kisses. I had never felt so much from her and I then she started working those kiss down my neck until I groaned as she latched on to my right nipple. As she sucked and licked my nipple the fire in me growing and I grabbed her face pulling back to my lips again then I worked my way to her right nipple. Her hand worked its way up my side until she grabbed my breast and squeezed causing me to moan on her nipple and she moaned as well. I pushed her back until I was again on top of her switching to her other nipple and felt how hard it was as I took it into my mouth. Her moans grew louder and her hand trailed up my back. Her nails dug in to my flesh and I groaned biting down on her nipple and swirled my tongue hard against it. Shivers ran down my back following her hand until it grabbed my ass. Then her hands grabbed the seams of my shorts pushing then down over my panties and down my legs until she used her foot to push them off and her hands returned to my ass and she squeezed and I pulled back moaning. I pushed back and took of her pants and I grabbed her ass pulling her again to my lips and we kneeled on the bed. I pushed against her shoulder sending her back to the bed and kissed my way from her lips down her breast to her stomach. I kissed her belly button will I worked her panties down and then I move down kissing until I heard her moan again as I kiss her clit then lick her very wet lips. I sucked her clit in my mouth and ran my fingers up her leg until the meet the moister of her pussy and I slowly pushed my finger into her. She grabbed my hair as I did pushing me harder against her clit as my knuckle pressed again her lips. While I suck her clit I worked my finger in and out of her slowly picking up speed until I pushed a second then a third. Her moans got louder and her breathing got harder and I know she was close and when I felt her hand pushing harder on my head I pulled my finger out and cover her lips with my mouth and ran my tongue from the bottom of her lips to her clit and she explode squirting her cum into my mouth. She was completely lost to her orgasm as I continued sucking her lips pull every drop of her cum into my mouth. I pulled back and her eyes were closed and her chest was raising and falling hard. Then her eyes snapped open and she shove me over until I was on my back and she moved between my legs yanking off my panties. She sucked on my clit and push a finger in me like I had her and I moaned and felt her moving in and out of me. I grabbed the bed as my mind became consumed by the fire and her mouth and finger. I lost all senses of her as the fire built and I soon started begging for the release of an orgasm as I trashed my head from side to side and then it was like a dam burst and I flooded her mouth with my cum. She pulled back from my very, very sensitive pussy and kissed me before rolling to her side beside me. I couldn’t speak as my breathing was so hard. Slowly I become more aware of my surroundings and I laughed lightly. “Damn” one word but it had so much mean behind it. “I know” she said and I turned my head and looked at her and she was watching me. “Where the hell did that come?” She asked and again I laughed. “Me, how about you?” we laid there held each other for awhile after that until Mr. Clearwater got home. I was sitting in the living room the next morning while Ashley was in the kitchen looking online for things to increase our sex life to feel more like yesterday. I just thinking about it again cause me to moan “You ok?” I nodded and looked up at Ashley, she had on her coat and hand me mind. I shut down the computer and got up. I had another appointment with my Therapist in an hour. The Therapist sat there watching me as I told him about my latest dreams. He never said much but I think just talking about this was helping me. After my appointment Ashley dropped me off at the curve. I had just got into the house when I heard a noise from down the hall and I went to find out what it was. Part of me was nervous that Mike had got into the house but my more rational side of my brain didn’t see that as possible. Mr. Clearwater door was cracked and I made my way quietly up to it and looked in. I froze when I saw Sherry bouncing up and down on Mr. Clearwater. For a second my mind flashed back to Mike but then Sherry body took my focus and I watched her. As I watched them I felt moister between my legs and my hand moved there without me knowing. I show how he caressed her and moved with care to make sure she was enjoying it. I had never until that moment every seen a man make love and it excited me. With Mike it was his pleasure and he release never mine, but Mr. Clearwater was focus on her until she cum then he focused on himself. When they were finish she rolled off. She laid beside him and I just stood there as he rolled and lightly ran his finger up and down her like I had a few times. “You didn’t seem to enjoy that like before.” she smiled “No I did it just after yesterday with Becky I felt so much more than ever. I had never seen her like that dad she was almost animal like. She was free and wild and it was oh so good.” He smiled and kissed her. “She slowly moving away from the past and looking towards the future. She understands things that we can never imagine and now her sexual drive is awaking within her.” When they went to get up I moved quietly until I was sit in the living room and open my laptop. They were a little shocked at finding me sit there and Mr. Clearwater left for work shortly after that and Sherry sat down beside me. “How long have you been home?” I could hear the worry in her voice and smiled at her. “Long enough to finally know the different between have sex with man and making love with a man.” She looked away “I’m sorry I didn’t want you to see that.” “Why” I asked and she looked back. “Because I didn’t know how you would feel about seeing that.” I looked at her and laugh. “It not like I have never seen anything like that, well no I haven’t. I can see why you like. It made me wonder a little what it would be like to know that kind of love.” I was staring off in to space and felt her hand on mine. “I mean with you I know that but not with a man.” “Maybe you should asked dad if you two can try it.” I shook my head “No I sure if he would I’ll be afraid memories would came back and I would freak too much, so no.” We sat there quietly for a moment and then she said something that got me thinking. “Why is it you can have sex with me then?” I thought about it for a moment. “It has nothing to do with you being a girl I know that but I feel safe and love with you. You never pushed me further or tried to make me do something. I guess it because it’s you.” She thought about that then looked at me. “What if I was there with you while you were with him? “I don’t know” she cupped my face and kissed me. “Dad is always going to part of my sex life and you will be too, but to bring both those worlds together would be great so just think about it for awhile.” I looked at her “What’s it like with him?” She thought about that for a moment “it’s like with you, even though he a man I feel the same things with him just not as strong as I do with you. I love dad but I’m in love with you. I can see in your eyes that you are excited by the thought but are scared it will be like Mike and I can promise you that it won’t be. Because of one small fact and do you know what that is?” I shook my head. “If you say stop he will.” I stared into her eyes and I thought about what she was saying then before I even know what I was saying I asked her “Would he even want me like that?” She smiled “We can ask and find out.” I looked down and thought about this. “I’m still not sure about this what if I not good for him.” She turned my face towards her “are you afraid that you are a bad lover because I know you not. He going into the office for something and will be back in an hour for dinner. I ask him then.” I nodded and then we walked TV. Like she said an hour after he had left Mr. Clearwater came home and walked into the kitchen. Sherry hopped up and I tried to grab her hand to stop her but she smile. “Dad, can I ask you something?” I sat there almost holding my breath. “You know you can ask me anything.” I hear a pot land on the stove. “Would you ever be with Becky like you are with me?” “I never thought about why.” I heard her take a breath. “Just wonder really, she never knew what it feels to make love to anyone but me and I thought if she ever wanted to know what it like you would be the best choice.” It was quiet for a moment and I was starting to wonder what was happening. “Hey while I won’t deny that she really beautiful and I have felt attracted to her but I don’t think she is or may ever want that. Honey I don’t know if you ever told you what Mike did to her but she did tell me when I first meet her and some of the things he did to her was really bad.” “She saw us together early.” I jump as I heard the pan fall to the floor. “I was a little worried she may have I was…” Her voice cut him off. “She said she now understands the different between having sex with a man and making love with a man. She said it got her wonder what it was like. I said maybe she should ask you but she didn’t think she could handle it but I ask what I was there with her.” “I could tell that it excited her but she had some fears one that lessen when I told her that if she said stop you would.” It again went quiet and I was nervous. “What was her other fears?” His voice was heavy and it took me a moment to realize that he was aroused. “That you wouldn’t want her like that and two that she wouldn’t be good enough for you.” There wasn’t a sound in the house other that and I was barely breathing as I wait to hear what he would say. What I had not expected was for them to come back into the living room. I lowered my eyes as he sat on the coffee table in front of me. Not happened for a few moment then he reached out and lift my chin until I was looking him in the eyes. Slowly he leaned over and his lips touched mine and I jerk but he waited for a second then pressed them against mine again. At first I didn’t then slowly I started kissing him back. It was a simply kiss not more. When he pulled back he stared into my eyes. I know he could tell I was nervous and I was slightly scared and he smiled which I returned. Then again his lips pressed against mine and he moved until he was sitting next to me. Again he pulled back and stared into my eyes. His arm wrapped around me and he pulled me to him and his lips sealed against mine only this wasn’t like before this was like how Sherry and I kissed. I felt his mouth open and I did as well and felt as his tongue moved into my mouth. I was sure how long we sat there kissing but when he finally pulled back I was shock that I had my arms under his shoulder holding him to me as he held me to him. “Are you sure this is what you want?” He said as he let me go and we set back. I thought about it and he asked another question. “How do you feel about us being together like that.” I looked up at him “nervous and a little scared.” He asked why and I again took a moment to think. “I’m not sure what to expect or what will happen.” “Because you are afraid it will be like with Mike or something else?” I shrugged. “I saw how you treated Sherry so it not that I think it going to be like with Mike. I scared because I want to know and I also scared of freaking out if a memory was to surface.” I lowered my eyes “or are you scared that you may like it more then when and you and sherry are together.” I again shrugged not sure how to answer. “I’m willing to be with you like that so you can feel the difference and if you like it and want it again then we can but I know deep down that you are in love with my daughter and this won’t change that. If you want to you can come to my room tonight and sherry can come to but I will only be with you.” I looked up at him. He was giving me the choice to think about it. I nodded and he went back to the kitchen. After dinner I went outside and stared up at the sky as I got me a cigarette. I did want to know what it felt like with him but was I ready for that. I jump a little when I felt a hand on my back and turned and watch Sherry take a seat beside me. “You been quiet with me and I want to know if you are mad or not. I know you were wonder what it was like but you never did say for sure if you want me to ask him.” I shook my head and kiss her. “Just wonder if I am ready to know or not.” I said as I turned back toward the sky. “I talked with dad about it and he want me to tell you that if you’re worried about what might happen between you to tell you that it just going to be intercourse no oral or anything other like that.” I nodded I was lying on the bed still wondering if I was ready with Sherry lying beside me. I heard Mr. Clearwater enter his room and turned looking at the wall that separated us from him. “You know you don’t have to if you not ready.” I looked at her and nodded “but I feel that I am.” She smiled and set up. “Do you want to be with him.” I hesitated only a second before nodding. She pulled my sports bra and short off then my panties. She kissed me and I set up and again looked at the wall. “Are you sure?” I nodded and she walked me to his door. I could see that his lights where on she opened it and led me in. He was sitting on his bed with the cover pulled up to his bare chest. He smiled at me and watched as I walked over to his bed. “Are you sure about this Becky?” I again nodded and he pulled me to him on the bed and hugged me. “If you want to stop at any time say so and don’t hold it in. if you feel that it need to stop tell me.” I nodded and he laid me on back beside him and reached over and pulled out a condom from his drawer and I laughed. “That not need, I can’t get pregnant and I just had an STD test so I am clean.” He nodded and replaced it back in the drawer. I looked down at the feet of the bed and looked into Sherry eyes. Then turned my eyes to his as Mr. Clearwater rolled over on top of me. I closed my eyes for a moment then opened them again and found him smile at me. I returned “ready.” He nodded and I felt him against my crotch. I took a breath and felt as he pushed in me and I grunted in pain. “You ok.” I nodded “You’re big then him.” I laughed and he did to as I felt his hips smash mine. He pulled back and I watch as he smiled again and I felt him push back. He speed picked up and I was slowly moaning and I was shock at how fast I started like what I felt. Before long I was moving my hip to meet his stroke and my moans increased. I wrapped my arms around his shoulder and his hands moved up my side. It was long before I cry out as an orgasm rid my body motionless and I felt him picking up speed until I felt his cock swell and he flood my insides with his cum and it triggered another orgasm in me. He pulled off of me and laid back beside me. Than I woke in the morning having must have fallen asleep after it had happen. I was still in his room naked and I found some of my clothes on the bed along with my crutches. I got dress and walked into the kitchen and found a note on the bar. Becky You fall asleep after it happen and I didn’t want to wake you. I hope it wasn’t too hard but I think you did enjoy yourself a little and I glad I could help. If you ever want to do it again I would like to a well. It was next not to use a condom and I hope you don’t mind me saying that. We all sleep in the same bed and you didn’t have a nightmare well we were asleep. See you when I get home later. Mr. Clearwater I smiled as I laid the not down. I wouldn’t mind feel like that again but I still want to be with sherry and make love to her. I wasn’t upset about not having kids anymore either and I felt relaxed for the first time in a long time. To be continued

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2012 Her interest in me had been apparent – quite frankly, almost blatant – at our initial meeting, and Ms Brewster had smiled with the feline satisfaction of a cat who sees the bowl of cream about to be poured when I had suggested that the next stage of negotiations might best be conducted as a ‘confidential one-to-one meeting’ between her and myself, ‘quite privately’ and at a time of her convenience – if she preferred, as I was sure she was very busy, after the end of the normal working day, as I was ‘quite prepared to do whatever it takes ... to arrive at terms of our mutual satisfaction’. Oh yeah, when called for, I can do blatant too. I didn’t quite go so far as fluttering my eyelashes at her – at least, I don’t think I did – but on the final phrase about ‘our mutual satisfaction’, I did a little movement which looks like sitting up straighter in my chair, but which has the effect of thrusting my large breasts out even more prominently, so that they are straining against the thin fabric of my plain white pintuck shirt. As I know very well, this has quite an eye-popping effect, not least because it looks like it also might have a button-popping effect and that my frontage might burst into full view at any second. I know that my breasts are my biggest asset in every sense of the word, although an equally well-shaped thrusting ass and a ruthless mind are rivals for second place behind them, a little ahead of my naturally straw-blonde hair, which I keep to a neat length that just brushes my collar. However, there is no doubt that my tits are (please excuse the pun) well out in front, englobed and supported in my 32-inch F-cup bras. I have no compunction at all about using my physical assets in any way necessary with any businesswoman who shows a hint of sexual attraction – but I’m not a whore, for I do it for my own pleasure, to slake my own voracious sapphic appetite, as much as for the networking and the deals that it facilitates. And I don’t do men – never have and never will, ever since my breasts suddenly bulged out at the age of fourteen, and my girl scouts leader found that she just couldn’t keep her hands off them and me, deftly seducing me and then four months’ later taking my cherry with a strap-on on my fifteenth birthday – which was the best birthday present that I have ever had. Ms Brewster is a case in point – she is the charismatic and highly-successful CEO of her own business, which is an important buyer from the company in which I am a young but fast-rising executive. She is also – I’m sorry to be crude, but there really is no better way to describe her – a fucking hot bitch. She is forty-three years old, and does not try to hide that in any false, mutton-dressed-as-lamb kind of way. On the contrary, she exudes experience, confidence and authority, with the incipient crows feet at the corners of her eyes, the hint of fleshiness in her jowls, the slight thickening at her waist and the firm heaviness of her thighs only adding to her majestic presence. Ms Brewster certainly keeps herself fit and always dresses stylishly, having a figure still trim enough to look good in a tightly-cut business suit. Her breasts, though naturally having rather more sag than my twenty-five year old ones, are still shapely enough to give her some striking feminine curves – in fact, I think her jutting ass is really a hot number. It was shown off to definite advantage, together with her smoothly-tanned and well-muscled legs, in the short and tight mini-skirt of her navy blue pinstripe two-piece suit. I am strongly attracted to older good-looking women who are in positions of power and authority, partly from the scout leader who started me off and then passed me round her circle of lesbian teachers, lawyers and businesswomen, but mostly because these capable mature bitches have the experience to give you an amazing fuck. I admire them and get intensely turned on by them, because I want and intend to be like them: hungry tigers in the business jungle, movers and shakers, and the ruthless predators of any pretty pussy that takes their fancy. So I left that preliminary meeting with Ms Brewster with a hot flushed feeling making the gusset of my panties almost sodden, and with the confidence that I had had a similar effect on her. We had been alone on that occasion, of course, otherwise my phrasing could not have trailed my cunt so obviously in front of her, but it was the middle of a busy business afternoon and she had a full schedule of other appointments to follow, so there was no opportunity to take things further. I left the standard contract for her to look over – it was essentially a renewal on similar terms as before, and once again only making a definite commitment for twelve months. Ms Brewster agreed that ‘an open-ended meeting might be best’ (and I had no doubts about which of my ends she was intending to open), and arranged for me to return at 6.00 p.m. the next day – when, she said, ‘there will be no one else in the office, so we can explore the arrangements without interruption’, both of us knowing quite well that what would be explored was every jutting curve and deep crevice of each other’s lustful lesbian bodies. She rose and escorted me to the door of her large and luxuriously-appointed office, ostensibly from politeness but actually because it gave her the chance for a good firm and confirming squeeze of my butt as she ushered me into the outer room. Here sat her PA, an efficient and attractive busty brunette in her late 20s, together with a very pretty little Asian babe with long glossy black hair who looked to be no more than sixteen due to her slender body and small A-cup breasts, but who was probably about twenty-one – Ms Brewster introduced her as a college student who was interning, and looked directly at me with a gleam in her eyes when she added: ‘and I’m showing her the ropes’, a double-meaning that was not lost on me at all, especially when the young woman in question looked demurely down at her desk, blushing and biting gently on her lower lip. I couldn’t agree more – those little Japanese sluts look their best when roped up in tight bondage, after you have torn most of their clothes from their bodies. The set-up gave me an extra hot flush of desire, so much so that I almost had to clamp my legs together to avoid moisture visibly dripping from my drenched panties down my thighs, for it was clear that an unwritten clause in the job descriptions of Ms Brewster’s aides was that they satisfied her sapphic lusts whenever she wished. Whilst I was sure that her PA and the intern were smart and capable in their jobs, I had no doubt that they had been particularly recruited for their sexy bodies and their lesbian orientation – for I had felt from both of them that unmistakeable current of sexual interest, as they had checked out my figure without trying to make it obvious (well, not too obvious!). When I returned the next day, just before six o’clock, the cute piece of Asian jailbait already had her overcoat on and was standing by the door of the outer office, as the raven-haired PA closed down her computer and reached for her own jacket. The brunette smiled warmly at me, and I was glad that there was no hint of jealousy in her manner, for we both knew that I was going into her boss’s office to drop my panties and spread my legs wide open. Instead, she hooked an arm through the Japanese girl’s, gave the blushing young babe a possessive squeeze, and informed me that Ms Brewster had assigned them ‘some special research to do together’ and that she ‘hoped to see more of me on another occasion’. As the PA’s eyes were deliberately focused on my breasts when she said this, her message was quite clear, and so I replied that I would be delighted ‘to get to know you closely’, of course with Ms Brewster’s permission ... and, I added questioningly, perhaps participation? ‘Oh, yes’, murmured the PA, her eyes still on my capacious mammaries, ‘I’m sure she’ll want that ... mmm, and those!’ With a merry wink, she led away the cute Asian girl, and I had no doubt that before long the demure intern would be stripped, quite possibly bound, and then well-fucked by a strap-on thrusting remorselessly into her pussy – or perhaps her asshole. I knocked on the door to the inner office, and the rich voice of the company CEO bade me enter, her tone already coloured with desire. Ms Brewster greeted me with a smile and a handshake, and ushered me to the seat in front of her desk, before resuming her own place behind it. It was an impressively long L-shape in a dark wood, with a computer, telephone and some other accessories placed neatly out of the way on the short arm of the L to her right, whilst the large rectangular main section which lay between us was completely empty apart from the contract that I had left on the previous day. Her manner was warm and welcoming, but also briskly businesslike, as if to get the necessary formalities out of the way as quickly as possible. ‘Well, this all seems quite satisfactory’, she said, lifting her pen in preparation for signing, ‘and I have been pleased with your company’s products and services.’ I smiled quickly in acknowledgement of the compliment, but made a hand motion indicating that she should pause. I then leaned down (the posture making my tits swing nicely forwards, and presenting Ms Brewster with a clear view down my cleavage), opened my small case, and withdrew another draft contract. ‘If you take a look at this alternative’, I interjected, ‘I think you’ll find I can improve upon our current service.’ Ms Brewster raised her eyebrows interrogatively, and then, with a hint of a smile playing around her lips, she took the proffered paperwork and began to scan through it. ‘If I can save us both some time’, I added, ‘the only differences are in paragraph 6 and the addition of a new paragraph at the end.’ She glanced at these; the first of them set the contract for four years rather than one, but fixed the price per unit at the current level, providing only for an increase each year in line with the official rate of inflation. This was actually a good deal for both our companies, and one which my bosses would be delighted if I could secure – but I knew that Ms Brewster was cautious in such matters, and did not make contracts for more than a year ahead, even on reasonable terms. However, the sweetener to tempt her was the new clause at the end, and, whilst a small frown had crossed her face as she read paragraph 6, this changed to an amused smile as she perused the addenda. This was a phrasing of my own, which stated that for monitoring purposes during the term of the contract, she would be entitled to a liaison meeting once a month, at a place and time of her choice (including outside normal office hours), and with any member of my company’s staff that she wished to specify. Having read this through twice, Ms Brewster placed the revised contract on top of the previous version, and regarded me directly, with a hint of admiration as well as a gleam of desire in her eyes. ‘An unusual proposition’, she purred, ‘but not without ... interesting possibilities.’ I nodded my head, my cheeks dimpling with a demure smile that deceived neither of us as to my intentions, as I replied: ‘Of course, I would hope that you would request me personally to provide ... close ... liaison, as I should be very happy to do ... just as you please.’ Ms Brewster leaned back in her leather executive chair, and gave a rich throaty chuckle that sent a vibrato shiver running down my back. She looked so commandingly confident, so handsome in her mature magnificence, that I felt my pussy getting looser and wetter and warmer. ‘Fuckit’, I thought to myself, ‘this bitch is so fucking hot, it’s not true.’ The successful company CEO looked at me appraisingly across the broad and clear expanse of her desk, making no attempt to conceal her frank inventory of my physical appeal, as her gaze lingered on the rich swell of my bust. ‘Well’, she said, in a slightly teasing tone, ‘I can see that your qualifications are ... very well-exhibited ... but do you have the experience to provide such specialised ... and perhaps demanding ... services as I may require?’ I had unobtrusively undone the two buttons of my jacket, so that when I now shifted a little forwards in my chair to reply, it fell away to each side, giving a full view of my globular breasts. The outline of my quite skimpy half-cup black bra was very visible through the thin white cotton of my shirt, against which my posture was quite deliberately thrusting my bulging prominences. ‘Oh, yes!’ I reassured her, letting my eagerness show; ‘I have learned so much ... under ... many capable women, for over twelve years now.’ Ms Brewster’s eyebrows rose again in definite surprise: my age was quite obviously no more than mid-20s, and so my comment indicated that I had been an active lesbian since my early teens. Her tongue flicked over her lips, moistening them like a gourmet diner anticipating a delicious new dish being offered for their discerning palate. Letting actions speak louder than words, she made no reply but rose smoothly to her feet, smoothing down the quite short and tight mini-skirt of her dark blue pinstriped business suit. The handsome mature company boss strolled around behind where I was seated, and ended by the large window on my left which gave a view over the parking lot in front of the building and the constant flow of traffic on the busy main road beyond. Leaning casually against the wall next to the window, she turned to face me across about ten feet of carpet. ‘Hmm, well ... I’ll need to make sure of that before I sign anything’, she mused; ‘clearly you are very imaginative, and good on paper ... but what about in action? ... in what I might call, the heat of the moment? Are you good at oral ... communication ... for example?’ Her innuendo was obvious, and neither of us was going to win any marks for subtlety here – but that was part of the pleasure, as our coquettish verbal fencing heightened the anticipatory sexual tension in the room. There was a faint background aroma of female arousal, which only our experienced cunt-eating senses would have detected. I smiled enigmatically, stood up and almost stalked across the intervening distance, as she watched my every move like a hawk. I had dressed in anticipation of such a moment, in a black skirt-and-jacket suit of a severely plain cut; the pencil skirt was five or six inches longer than Ms Brewster’s sexually assertive mini-skirt, but it tightly encased my jutting ass and sharply tapered to just above my knees, emphasising my hour-glass figure. Below its hem, just a few inches of my knees and legs were visible, above the tops of my glossy black leather boots. Beneath the suit jacket, I had opted for the plainest elegance of a white fly-front shirt, leaving the top three buttons undone so that the start of my cleavage was exhibited. Although not yet on view, my lingerie was equally carefully chosen: a pair of black traditional-style stockings, each of which was held in place by two straps and clips hanging from the lace-edged black suspender belt clipped around my narrow waist, and a small pair of black gauze-fronted Y-shaped thong panties in a matching set with my bra. I approached Ms Brewster without any undue haste, savouring this special moment – the one before the first physical contact, but when you both know without any doubt that sex is the next item on the agenda. Stopping at her left side, so close that my right hip was only a couple of inches from her, I lifted my right hand, extended my index finger, and traced a semi-circle on the fabric of her suit jacket, underneath the jutting prominence of her left breast, whilst I softly murmured: ‘I think I can raise ... some points of interest to us both ...’ I then drew my finger back across her jacket, curving over the swell of her breast and pressing through the fabric onto the unmistakeable hardness of her nipple. A sultry smile spread slowly across her face, and her lips parted as she gazed at me through half-lidded eyes, like a sleek jungle cat – as she was, of course, a tigress in the business world. Ms Brewster’s position shifted slightly to a stance in which her legs were a bit further apart, as I retraced my finger once more around and across her bust. I knew that she was ripe and ready, that the moment which I had fantasised about the previous night as I lay in my hotel room, with my vibrator jammed all the way into my gash as I jerked on my tits and my back arched in shuddering orgasm, had at last arrived. I moved closer to the mature CEO, and almost breathed into her left ear: ‘... and I can devote my full attention to any ... sensitive areas.’ whilst simultaneously I thrust my left hand in between her parted thighs, and like lightning pushed upwards to seize and squeeze the soft flesh of her cunt through her lacy lingerie, in the process hoisting the hem of her mini-skirt up to her hips. I forcefully rubbed my index finger up and down the crotch of her panties, which were already almost soaked with her seeping juices, pressing the thin gusset into the deep furrow between her puffily-aroused labia. Ms Brewster’s nostrils flared, and she gazed boldly and directly into my eyes, as I firmly caressed the bulge of her prominent pudenda. With a twist of my wrist, I curled my finger past the flimsy fabric of her panties and slid it into her hole, penetrating her warm moist flesh right up to my knuckle as easily as a hot knife slicing through butter. As it sank into her, the company boss gave an aroused gasp that was music to my ears. She kept her gaze locked upon mine as she arched her legs apart to give me greater access to her private parts, and she positively purred in reply: ‘Aaahh! Mmmm, yes ... there are always ... mmmm, sensitive areas ... that need, aaahhh! ... attention from ... an expert!’ ‘It would be my privilege ... and my pleasure’, I assured the sexy and powerful CEO, with such evident sincerity that she smiled broadly at me. Then she unbuttoned her suit jacket, leaned back further against the wall to brace herself, and spread her hips wide apart. The mini-skirt rode right up to her waist, revealing delicate triangular black panties which were fastened on each hip with loose red ties. Below these, she was wearing black hold-ups and – like myself – a pair of smart black boots, though hers had more of a dominant chic to their styling, with stiletto high heels and sharply pointed toes. To my eyes, the forty-three year old woman looked absolutely stunning. Her slightly thicker thighs, the mature meaty folds of her pussy and the outthrust swell of her pelvis above them, all emphasised that here was a well-kept woman in the prime of life – and her physical attraction was further enhanced by the aura of her competence, assurance and power in the business world. My unfeigned admiration must have been apparent, and it both pleased and excited the experienced older lesbian. Ms Brewster placed one hand on my shoulder, and her gentle downwards push was enough of a signal to a sapphic slut like me. At once, I eased my finger out of her vagina and dropped to my knees in front of her masterful body. I gazed reverently at the dark strain on the crotch of her panties, which were now only a couple of inches from my face. I breathed inwards, savouring the musky aroma of her sweat, her arousal and her seeping pussy-juices. ‘So, you hot little bitch – show me your oral skills!’ she demanded in a husky voice that was vibrant with anticipation and desire. I made my obeisance first, like the good Catholic girl that I once was, but now pussy is my altar and I seek communion at every opportunity, and not just on Sundays! I leaned forwards and placed a delicate kiss of homage in the very centre of the wet patch of Ms Brewster’s panties, and felt a shiver run through her heavier frame at the soft touch of my lips. Then, with more pleasure than any child opening a birthday present, I took the ribbon ties on her hips in each hand, and slowly and simultaneously I pulled them undone. Ms Brewster softly exhaled in satisfaction as the gauzy fabric covering her cunt peeled slowly downwards, and then fell away from between her legs to crumple on the carpet, leaving nothing now to come between us. I bent forwards again, and as my lips touched her immaculately clean-shaven pussy for the first time, I breathed in her rich female musk – and had a pleasant surprise, for she had clearly sprayed her cunt with perfume not long before my arrival, and not just any perfume but Chanel No. 5 at that! If it was possible, my respect for Ms Brewster rose even higher, due not only to the consideration and attention to detail which her preparation revealed, but also to her absolute confidence that it would be needed. Thrilled and delighted, I used my fingers to ease apart her already engorged and projecting labia, revealing the wide and deep vaginal chasm between them. I slipped my tongue into this, but at first delicately and teasingly, coaxing it around and giving little flicking touches with its tip, especially up towards the inverted V of her clitoral hood. Ms Brewster gave a soft grunt, and then another when I began to lick with firmer strokes, alternating between sliding my tongue vertically up and down her slit, and jetting it forwards with short jabbing thrusts into her vaginal hole. Finally, I began to nibble gently at her inner labia with my teeth – an effort which was rewarded by hearing her breathing become shallower and faster – and also to suck outwards on her hole, as well as spearing into it. Quite suddenly, Ms Brewster gripped the back of my head, and ground her cunt against my eager face, and I lapped at her pussy with redoubled vigour. Within a few seconds, the sexy businesswoman gave a harsh croak and then a deep grunt, whilst her hips jerked and sticky fluid gushed over my tongue and lips – I had brought her to climax, for the first and certainly not for the last time. For about thirty seconds after her orgasm she held a rigid pose, and when she released my head I almost lost my balance and fell over backwards. Ms Brewster reached down and took my chin between her thumb and index finger, and said softly: ‘Well, that’s a good start ... yes, definitely a most promising start.’ I was very gratified by this, because after all her lesbian experience was much greater than mine. In fact, she was so sexually hot and voracious that I was sure she femme-fucked at least once every day, and so – even allowing for time-of-the-month and estimating on the conservative side, that meant at least three hundred times a year ... and if that had been the case for, say, at least the last twenty years ... well, that made six thousand sapphic sex sessions! And probably with hundreds of different girls and women! Wow – I sure was in capable hands here!! As I remained kneeling on the floor, Ms Brewster walked back to behind her desk, removed her suit jacket, and placed it carefully over the back of her leather executive chair. Then she undid the waistband button and short zip of her mini-skirt, and placed this on the seat of the chair. Finally, she turned her profile towards me as she slipped over her head the white silk jersey camisole top which she had been wearing under the suit. I drank all this in, whilst savouring her calm composure. The company CEO was now wearing only her bra, suspender belt, stockings and black boots – in which combination her handsome mature frame looked unequivocally ready for fucking and being fucked. Having removed her unnecessary garments, Ms Brewster beckoned me to rise and approach her – until, with another gesture, she stopped me when I was still about six or seven feet away, just in front of the middle of her desk. ‘Take off your suit ... and let’s get down to some closer negotiations’, she said with a hungry smile. I copied her actions of a moment before, neatly placing my jacket over the visitor’s chair in which I had sat on the previous day, and then undoing and slipping off my tight skirt, which I also folded and placed on the chair. ‘Good ... yes, that’s good ...’ Ms Brewster murmured. She instructed me to remain where I was, and walked round from behind her desk to stand in front of me. After gazing appreciatively at my out-thrust bust for a few seconds, the company boss reached for the front of my white shirt. Ms Brewster took her time in undoing this, savouring the steadily increasing exposure of my ripe breasts as she slowly worked her way down through the buttons, until my shirt hung completely open at both sides. I gave a lightly rolling shrug of my shoulders, and it slipped from my body and fell softly to the floor. Next, the mature executive put her hands on my shoulders and moved me backwards for a short distance, until I felt the edge of her desk press into the softer flesh of the back of my legs, just below the curve of my ass-cheeks. As soon as I was placed where she wanted, Ms Brewster lost no time at all in taking hold of the cups of my black bra, one in each hand, and giving them a firm pressure which uplifted my large breasts even higher, and emphasised the deep valley of my cleavage. Seeing that my bra was held together by a clip at the front, between its two quite skimpy black half-cups, rather than at the backband, Ms Brewster smiled and swiftly undid this. The lace-topped cups sprang apart is if spring-loaded – which in a way they were, from the pressure of the fullness of my large endowment – and my mounds of mammaries literally swung into view. I say it without false modesty – my breasts are quite superb: made up of flawless healthy and smooth pale pink flesh, beautifully-proportioned in a slightly ovoid shape that thrusts their large extent firmly forwards, and capped by perfectly-rounded aureoles and very erect nipples. I have learned by now to expect and to savour the effect which they have on other lesbians when they are first unmasked, touched or licked, and I was glad to see that – highly experienced dyke as she undoubtedly was – Ms Brewster was no exception to the rule. ‘Aaah!’ she breathed, with unmistakeable appreciation; ‘oh, how nice ... how very, mmmm, tasty ... yes ... very nice indeed!’ She pushed the loosened straps of my bra off my shoulders, and it dropped behind me to land on the top of her desk, from where she almost impatiently swept it out of the way onto the floor. I relished her warm firm grasp, as she took both of my tits and pulled on them, and then mashed my breasts together, rubbing one against the other. However, Ms Brewster was a decisive woman who was not inclined to waste time, and almost immediately she cupped my right breast in her left hand, raising it up as her head bent down, and then her hungry mouth was clamped around my nipple – sucking it, nibbling it, and letting her tongue rasp across the tip of my tit. My head went back and I gave a deep sigh of pleasure as this powerful mature woman devoured my breast, sending a rippling shiver of arousal and anticipation coursing through me. I put one hand on Ms Brewster’s shoulder, almost to steady myself, whilst my other hand just naturally slipped down her back to cradle and massage the warm flesh of her full firm ass. Just as I did this, Ms Brewster thrust her free hand down inside my panties and grasped my cunt, cupping my mound in her palm and then starting to grind the heel of her hand against the top of my slit, pressing on my clitoris. I gave another gasp, and, as if it was an invitation – which, I suppose, it was – the company boss twisted her hand sideways and then pushed a long index finger into my vagina, penetrating me for several inches. She began to slide this in and out, whilst her thumb probed under my clitoral hood until she found my engorged nub, and then rubbed hard against it. Throughout, she had continued to suck and lick my nipple – although she had now transferred her attentions to my other breast. I was squirming and moaning as I began to feel the rising of a powerful climax, when to my frustration Ms Brewster stopped both her oral attentions to my breasts and her finger-fucking of my slit. I gulped, trying to recover some self-control, as the mature woman lifted her pussy-poking digit to her mouth and licked my juices from it, whilst giving me a look so sultry that it would have peeled paint. ‘You are nice and wet, for sure ... so, do I turn you on, you big-titted lezzie slut, hmmm ... ?’ she asked, almost absent-mindedly pinching one of my nipples with her free hand. I had no trouble being as honest as a saint, even if I was lust-filled sinner. ‘Aaaaaahh!’ I gasped, ‘you’re the hottest fucking bitch on the planet! Do me, c’mon, take me, fucking have me ... anything you like, I’ll do just anything you want, anything at all!’ Ms Brewster licked her lips in predatory delight, as she ran both of her hands over and around my quivering F-cup breasts. ‘Well, Miss bumper-tits’, she replied, ‘I think you’ve got yourself a deal ... yes, I think you have.’ As she said this, she placed her hands at my waist and turned me around 180 degrees, so that I was now facing across her desk with my back towards her. Of course, it was obvious what she wanted, and I hardly needed the signal of her light pressure on my shoulder-blades. I bent forwards from the waist and laid my front down on the dark wood of the desk, with my large breasts pooling beneath my chest like some inflatable pillow. With my head now lying on the desk, resting on my left cheek, my ass was jauntily jutting out over the edge, which pressed into my thighs – not painfully, but noticeably. The company boss took a moment to caress my pert buttocks and to stroke the edge of her hand between my thighs, pressing up into the gusset of my panties and making me shiver with anticipation. She then hooked her fingers into the waistband of my panties, drawing them down my legs and casting them aside, after which her firm pressure on my ankles adjusted my stance until my feet were nearly a yard apart, leaving my cunt fully exposed for easy fucking. Now we were almost equally nude, in our erotic attire of leather boots, black stockings and suspender belts – the only difference was that my bra had gone, whilst hers was still in place, with its underwiring giving her large breasts (I found later that she took a 34D cup) an eye-catching projection. Ms Brewster gave me a nod of approval and a smile, and I remained in my position of available submission as she walked across to a filing cabinet that was out of my view, and then returned with ... ah! yes!! good, good, good! ... the harness of a large plastic strap-on dildo in her hands. Once back in my view, she exhibited the phallic object to me, and I licked my lips in appreciation of its bulky diameter and long, ribbed, length. There was a electric sense of tension and anticipation in the atmosphere as, with well-practiced ease, Ms Brewster stepped into the harness, pulled the strap-on up to her waist, and fixed it firmly in place. Then she disappeared from my view again, but I knew that she had walked round and was now standing directly behind my widespread ass – a fact confirmed when I felt her fingers tease my outer and inner labia apart, and I shuddered with excitement and desire. At last, I felt the hard bulbous knob of the plastic pillar of passion pressing against my opening, and then slowly pushing its way into me. The ponderous pacing which Ms Brewster used was incredibly effective in two ways. The first was psychological: it confirmed, in a way that thrilled me to the core, who was in charge here, who would set the agenda and manage the outcome, and I was glad to give myself up utterly to this confident and sensual experienced dyke. The second was more obviously physical: her slow insertion was even more arousing in its stimulus that a rapid plunging in and out would have been. As the last few inches sank home, stretching me more than I had expected and filling me up to a wonderful extent, I began to give a soft whimper, just waiting for the amazing sensations that would follow as she withdrew the dildo and then re-inserted it, whether quickly or slowly. However, she did neither – with the massive dildo buried in my cunt right up to its hilt, so deeply that its faceplate and her thighs were jammed against my butt, she calmly reached across to the side of her desk, picked up the pages of the revised contract that I had brought with me, and slapped them down on the austerely bare desktop, just inches from my nose. Nailed in place as I was by both the dildo and her weight, which together were pressing my stomach down onto the desk top and trapping my legs against its edge, I could only wheeze and splutter – but all was made immediately clear. ‘Now’, said Ms Brewster calmly, as cool as if we were holding a public seminar rather than being in the throes of lustful lesbian lovemaking; ‘yes, I quite like your amended contract ... even if it is for longer than I would usually make, but it’s a fair unit price ... and, yes, I certainly like your additional clause ... but ... it needs amendment, mmm, yes, it definitely does ...’ A flicker of apprehension ran through me, but any anxiety was swiftly dissipated by her next words: ‘I think we will need these liaison ... sessions ... more often than this ... mmm, yes, I think twice a month, not once ... don’t you agree, babe, hmmm?’ As she asked this, she gave a small but wickedly effective rocking motion with her hips, which when transmitted through the length of the eight-inch shaft that was thrust inside me, took me to such heights of stimulation that I almost fainted. I manage to pant a reply: ‘Ooohh! ... I ... aaagghh, fuckit, oh! Fuck me! I mean, yes, yes – of course, please, yes, mmm ... aaahhh, do me! please-ah-ah-ah-agghhh!’ She capably held me just tantalisingly on the cusp of orgasm, as she picked up a pen, turned to the final paragraph of the contract, crossed out the word ‘once’, wrote in ‘twice’ above it – and then, YES!!! – this alone nearly made me come – yes, with a laugh and a flourish, Ms Brewster signed my amended contract! ‘Ooooh, thank you, thank you!’ I moaned, ‘oooh, please – take me, please, please! – oh, dear God, I need it so bad, fuck me, fuck hard, please – make me come for you, make me come for you now, right here!’ ‘Oh, I will’, purred Ms Brewster decisively, possession and desire richly colouring her tones, ‘you’re mine now – mine to play with, mine to fuck – yes?’ As she said this last part, she slowly withdrew the dildo from my pussy, until only its very tip remained inside me, tantalisingly holding my vagina open. My need was so great, that I almost shouted my agreement in reply: ‘Yes, oh, yes! YES!! YES – TAKE ME, OH – PLEASE, PLEASE FUCK ME, I’M YOURS, ALL YOURS, YES!!!’ I felt Ms Brewster grasp my shoulders with both hands to give her leverage and pin me in place, and then her heavy pelvis slammed forwards and rammed the dildo back into me. It was almost like a punch in the gut, but with an explosive sexual power added to it. The air whooshed out of me, and I had only a second to draw in a shuddering breath as she yanked the rod back out, and then drilled into me again, even more firmly. Ms Brewster rode me like a mustang at a rodeo, and I loved every pulverising, mind-blowing second of it. So, it turned out did she, for within less than twenty battering-ram invasions of my pussy, I screamed and sobbed in a convulsing climax – and from the sensation of power and the sensuous impact of flesh upon flesh, a split second later Ms Brewster also came as well, emitting a series of harsh short grunts. After a moment of heavy-breathing stillness, the company CEO withdraw her plastic cock from my cunt, and gave a slap on my rump as a wordless indicator to resume an upright position. I must admit – and I’m far from being a novice at taking a hard strap-on fucking – that it was a struggle to gather the strength and co-ordination to raise my chest from the desktop and push myself upwards into a vertical posture. By the time that I had done so, Ms Brewster had unbuckled and removed the strap-on, placing it on the end of her desk. She gathered me into her arms, for a slow sensuous session of oral exploration of each others mouths with our tongues, whilst our hands roamed over the other’s torso, giving especially tender attention to the breasts. This was amazingly invigorating, and I felt my youthful energy coursing back – but I was more than impressed at the older woman’s equal resilience. After a few moments, Ms Brewster broke our clinch and crossed to a mini-bar set into one of the wall units, from which she withdrew a bottle of chilled still spring water. She poured two large glasses, handing one of them to me, and we stood there, our mouth drinking the refreshing water whilst our eyes were drinking in each other’s wonderfully curvy feminine form. Thinking that this sexual bout was now concluding, with regret I began to reach down for my bra and panties – when with a chiding ‘tut, tut’, Ms Brewster stopped me. ‘I like to give it to a girl, hard and strong, as you’ve seen – but I also like to receive – and equally hard and strong, too!’ ‘Oh?’ I said, not very brightly, and then my sexual stupor cleared a little, and I realised what she meant and wanted. With a galvanic thrill, I grabbed the dildo and held it aloft, the black harness straps dangling. ‘It would sure be my pleasure, Ms Brewster, indeed it would!’ I gasped, with a grin spreading from ear to ear. Smiling back, the mature lesbian took another object from the filing cabinet drawer which had held the strap-on, and I saw that it was some kind of foam-backed cushion, quite thin but larger in area than a standard chair seat or back. The company CEO placed it on her desk, almost in the exact spot which I had occupied just seconds before, and I realised that she must fuck – and get fucked – very frequently in her office to make it worthwhile to obtain such an object and keep it here. Facing me, and with a sultry expression that made her lips pout provocatively, Ms Brewster reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, tossing it over the desk to land on her seat’s chair, on top of her mini-skirt. Then, with her heavy and slightly sagging bared breasts drawing my eyes like magnets, the sexy businesswoman lay down on her back on the cushion, with her tits pointing at the ceiling. Almost ponderously, she shifted her legs apart until her pussy was fully in view. I swallowed, took another gulp from the glass of clear cold water, quickly buckled the strap-on into place, and came to stand in the wide space between Ms Brewster’s meaty thighs. Although she was in the supine position, I had no doubt at all about who was in charge here – she still exuded authority, and I was only too willing to do whatever was her bidding. The middle-aged woman cupped her bulky but still firm breasts in both her hands, pushing them up towards me. ‘Lick them ... suck them ...’ she instructed me, her voice like warm honey in it smoothness, as she gazed at me through half-lidded eyes. I bent over eagerly, for I had been longing to taste her tits ever since she had bared them, and I grasped her left breast in one hand whilst my mouth swooped down like a hawk on her right nipple. As I sucked the flesh of her aureole into my mouth and rasped my tongue around and across her engorged peak, I tweaked and pulled her other tit with my hand. I was rewarded by deep grunts of satisfaction and a visible sign that I was turning her on, for she spread her legs open even wider. In so doing, her pelvis thrust forwards, and her cunt bumped against the plastic rod that was hanging down between my legs. ‘Fuck me now!’ she ordered, feeling the tip of the dildo pressing against her pussy; ‘C’mon, bitch – show me what you can do – give it your best shot, you slut! Fuck me hard, real hard – fucking do me!!’ Her words were music to my ears, and I stood upright, gripped her waist, and adopted the complete opposite of her earlier tactics – far from a slow penetration, I shoved the dildo into her like a homing missile, and then began shafting her like a bucking bronco, with my hips pivoting dementedly to pump the strap-on cock in and out of her pussy at a frenetic pace. There was no subtlety to this at all – it was hyper-charged, full-voltage cunt-fucking, and it soon had the desired effect. Gazing up at me saucer-eyed, Ms Brewster’s mouth hung open as she panted for breath, and her pelvis jerked upwards spasmodically in response to my almost savage penetrations. I released her hips and shifted my grip to her breasts, gabbing a handful of the malleable flesh in each hand and relentlessly twisting and squeezing it. ‘Oh! Fuck! ... oh, shit! ... yes, you bitch, go on, fuck ... aaahh ... yeah, c’mon, you cunt, really fuck me!’ she gasped – and then her back arched, and she almost screamed: ‘AAAHHH!! FUCK!! YES! I’M COMING! FUCK ME, YOU LITTLE BITCH! FUCK ME, YES!!! AAAGGGHHH!!!’ Ms Brewster’s whole body shivered and shook, her nostrils flared, spittle flew from her open mouth, and a flood of pussy-juice coursed out of her vulva and sprayed across her desktop as I mercilessly slammed the dildo in yet again, so carried away by the lustful heat of the moment that I did not register that she had just climaxed. The effect of this further penetration was to blow her right over the top, and her hands seized mine, grinding downwards on her breasts, whilst her hips spasmed in a second shattering climax. The sight of this majestic mature businesswoman so utterly fucked by my rough dildoing of her cunt was incredibly erotic, and without withdrawing the plastic cock from Ms Brewster’s pussy, I reached down, loosened one of the side straps, and frantically squirmed my right hand in behind the dildo’s faceplate. With a satisfied whimper, I found my own slit, and pressed up under the top to rub frantically on my clitoris, which within seconds produced an orgasm like a dam bursting, releasing the flood of my arousal. I gave a broken cry, and collapsed forwards to lie on top of Ms Brewster’s solid form, and she put her arms around me and kissed me on the forehead. We lay like that for two or three minutes, companionably close and sharing the wondrous sensation of having been thoroughly, completely, earth-movingly lesbo-fucked. Finally, and with evident regret, Ms Brewster said we would have to call time for today, as she had a charity fund-raising dinner to attend in the evening, and needed to drive home, shower and change into an evening dress beforehand. She produced from her filing cabinet (which I soon came to call the ‘fucking cabinet’) two medium-sized towels, and we rubbed ourselves down and sprayed on enough deodorant to at least look and smell respectable for leaving the building. As we got dressed, Ms Brewster explained her revision of my final clause – it was her intention that once a month we would meet here, after her employees had gone home, as she loved having sex in her office. However, for the second occasion, I would come to her house on a designated Saturday afternoon, and stay overnight. Ms Brewster told me that she did not have a permanent partner, but rather ‘enjoyed the company of a few like-minded friends’ from amongst the other powerful business and professional women in the city; they were all single, and met every weekend for their regular ‘gathering’. Once each month it was Ms Brewster’s turn to be the host – and with that came the duty to provide some delectable younger pussy to pleasure these experienced and assertive dykes. She added: ‘Trisha – that’s my PA, you’ve met her, of course – is a regular guest, and so is pretty little Amiko, my intern – you’ve seen her? She may look demure, but she’s an almost insatiable submissive, she just soaks it up, whatever you do to her and however many of you do it! Anyway, I think you’ll be a lovely addition to our fun and games ... in fact, I think you’ll go down very well.’ ‘Oh, yes!’ I assured her, enraptured at the prospect, for it sounded like a full-on 24-hour lesbian orgy with sophisticated and powerful mature women – my idea of heaven. I smiled in anticipation, as I thought: for you, and more hot cunts like you – I’ll go down, and go down, and go down, just as often and as long as you want me to! If you enjoyed this, check out my other all-girl lesbian stories ... you might like them too ... (to find them, follow the author link at the top of this story)

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2009 Low grey storm clouds were scudding across the sky above the slate roofs of the ‘New Town’ district of Edinburgh. They matched Veronica’s temper, as she paced the living-room floor of the two-bedroom apartment, in a foul mood which she was working up into an even fouler one. The flat was very well situated, occupying the top floor of a converted 1820s town house in an elegant street near Charlotte Square. Veronica had been renting it for just over two years, since graduating from Edinburgh University and getting a job with a company which had its head office in the city. She was now nearly twenty-four years old, and had begun to feel that she was stuck in a rut, that her life was passing by without actually going anywhere. Even the view across the rooftops to the ancient castle on its rocky crag, a sight which usually she enjoyed, was having no ameliorative effect today. Veronica had originally rented the flat with one of her closest university friends, and had continued a kind of student lifestyle. Even though they were both working in quite demanding jobs, they still went out a lot with their former university friends, many of whom also remained in the city. However, her friend had been offered a promotion too good to refuse but which entailed a transfer to Glasgow, and so had moved out. Veronica had passed around the word that she was in need of a new (female) flat-mate amongst her social circle and work colleagues (a better and safer method than advertising and taking in a complete stranger). There were two or three enquiries, and, after considering these, she had offered the empty bedroom to Kyla, who was the friend of a woman at work. Veronica did not know Kyla well, having only met her in fleeting encounters at a few parties, but she seemed to be cheerful and pleasant. They had now been sharing for a couple of months, and Veronica was coming to regret her decision. At first, they had got on really well, taking turns on the weekdays to cook an evening meal and sitting together in the small kitchen for several hours, chatting and laughing. However, during the last three weeks the atmosphere had slowly changed, tension had been mounting, and they were getting on each others’ nerves over small and silly things. Veronica was becoming both cross and depressed about it, wondering what had gone sour after such a promising beginning, and alternating between blaming herself for being dull and boring, little Miss Stay-at-home, and Kyla for being pushy, condescending and – yes, let’s say it, slutty. One of the first points of irritation for Veronica was Kyla’s habit of wandering about the flat with very little on – often just bikini panties or a thong, combined with a bra, a skimpy halter-neck or a cut-off T-shirt, in her ankle-socks or barefoot. She would also wander back and forth between her own room and the bathroom (which she occupied for annoyingly long periods of time, and then had the cheek to suggest that Veronica was slow!) in the nude, or with a towel slung loosely around her hips and bare breasts. In her more honest moments, Veronica was prepared to admit to herself that some of her resentment was due to Kyla’s better figure, and a probably unjust feeling that she liked to show it off. Kyla had the much curvier shape, with quite large breasts (swaying in a naggingly eye-catching way as she walked around half-nude or – worse – in a push-up bra, as if her ripe mounds needed any further prominence!) above a surprisingly narrow waist, and then the flare of her hips and an ass that jutted as if to balance the fullness of her chest. Kyla was a brunette, with very curly hair which she kept in a neatly-shaped short style, and this framed an attractively-proportioned face with laughing brown eyes and slightly-pouting full lips. Her height, which Veronica guessed was about five feet nine inches, was accentuated outside the flat by her penchant for high heels on her shoes and boots – and Veronica reluctantly had to admit that the bitch did look good in the combination of boots, a short skirt and a tight top. No, actually, Veronica corrected her own thoughts, she looked slutty – an easy lay; Veronica vexedly imagined that Kyla was probably spreading her legs several times every night for men who casually chatted her up in the bars or clubs that she frequented on Saturday nights – Veronica didn’t know exactly where, because Kyla often disappeared late on Saturday afternoon and didn’t return until Sunday evening, and never once invited Veronica to accompany her. Now that was downright rude and unfriendly, fumed Veronica, whilst simultaneously determining that of course she would not have gone to such low and sleazy places anyway! Of course, Kyla’s long absences were directly due to Veronica having made it clear at the outset that there must be no bringing of lovers back to the flat; she had recently reaffirmed that, saying rather crudely that she had no desire to wake up and find herself in a bordello. It was likely that an unconscious prompt for that catty remark (as she rather guiltily knew that it had been) was something which Veronica had noticed with surprise a week or so after Kyla first moved in – that her new flat-mate kept her pussy shaved. It was one of the first times that Veronica had seen Kyla naked, when the well-endowed brunette had emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her hair, and no other covering at all. Veronica had been shocked but intrigued; she knew that she was rather obviously staring at Kyla’s cunt, but somehow couldn’t stop herself. Kyla had stopped in her tracks, as Veronica was partly blocking the way. With an effort, Veronica had dragged her eyes upwards, to meet a curiously bemused expression on her flat-mate’s face. At once, Veronica had blushed and turned swiftly aside, discomfited and somehow unsettled. From the corner of her eye, she had seen a cross-looking Kyla push hurriedly past her and dart into her own room, firmly closing the door. Veronica was by no means unattractive herself, but she knew that she was just nicely average in all departments. Her hair was dark blonde or light brunette depending on how you wanted to describe it, but neither really the one thing or the other. It was the same with her body: average height (five feet five inches), nice breasts but nothing amazing (she took a 32B bra size), reasonably slim body, an ass that looked good in a tight pair of jeans (but not so much that guys constantly turned for a second take after she walked past), and quite trim and shapely legs. Her hair was straight and medium length, coming down level to the second button of her shirt, in a plain and standard style of cut. For work, and for reading or watching TV in the flat, she wore glasses, and felt that they made her look rather prim and academic. Veronica knew that she could look quite hot if she took time and trouble over it – but then, any youthful woman who was not overweight or had bad skin could do so: all it took was a visit to an expensive hair stylist, careful application of not too much make-up, a tight and skimpy low-fronted outfit, good boots, a hip-swaying walk and a bold look in the eye. She had used to get herself up like that quite often, but for the last couple of years she had bothered less and less – work took up so much time and energy, she was often just tired on the weekend and wanting a quiet rest. She had no current boyfriends, in fact she had never had a great deal of activity on that front: one boy at school (who had taken her virginity, which neither of them had actually enjoyed very much), two separate spells at college (but most of the time without one), and one rather desultory affair with a work colleague which had petered out by mutual consent about six months ago. So part of Veronica’s frustration was due to her own unsatisfactory love-life, and the desert she thought that it was in comparison to her lurid imagining of Kyla’s wild and carefree couplings. However, Veronica just couldn’t summon up the enthusiasm to doll herself up and hawk her pussy around the singles bars, whether for a one-night stand or something longer lasting – somehow, it all seemed tawdry and unsatisfactory. Even so, her solitariness was getting her down, and she felt that Kyla was rubbing her nose it, flaunting herself and her physical superiority. There had been an embarrassing incident just a few days previously, when Veronica had been in the bathroom and, out of curiosity, had taken down from the drying rack one of Kyla’s black under-wired bras for a closer look – as she thought, it was three sizes bigger than her own, a 32 double-D. She had held it against her chest for comparison, and of course just at that moment Kyla had swanned into the bathroom looking for it, wearing only the matching pair of skimpy lace-decorated string panties. Veronica had been mortified to be caught in this way, and had stammered something about thinking that it might be one of hers – and she had felt that the slight smile which Kyla had given her as she removed the garment from Veronica’s frozen fingers had signalled as clearly as if she had spoken it: ‘in your dreams’. Following this, there had been a series of niggles on both their parts, made worse when – partly from her shame about the bra incident – Veronica had passed some catty comments about Kyla walking around the place as if auditioning to be a stripper. The busty girl had gone white, then crimson, and had stalked angrily from the living room into her bedroom, loudly slamming the door behind her. In her turn, Kyla considered Veronica to be controlling, bossy, frustrated, and generally coming on as an uptight snotty bitch. Just because she had the flat first doesn’t make her the Queen, fumed Kyla; after all, they each paid half of the rent and bills. The breaking point came on the following Saturday. In the afternoon, whilst Veronica was out shopping for groceries, without asking any permission Kyla borrowed one of her most prized possessions – a pair of beautiful shiny and sexy red boots; the one place where both women were the same size was their feet. It was not as if Veronica had worn them in months, it was the principle that made her furious as she looked at the brief note that Kyla had scrawled and left on the kitchen table. ‘If that cunt makes one mark on them, just one mark!!’ Veronica fumed to herself, dwelling on the cheek of it and avidly stoking the flames of her resentment. What made matters worse was that Veronica had thought that a quite nice young man from another firm, who she had met in the course of the week’s work, might perhaps have been going to ask her out – but nothing had come of it. So here she was again on a Saturday night, alone with the television (and, as Bruce Springsteen had so rightly sung, “fifty-two channels with nothing on”). The most pleasure that she could look forward to on this miserable evening, when she finally went to bed, would be a furtive fingering of her own clit – more anti-climax than climax. Veronica felt forlorn in the empty flat, the buzz of noise from the street below reminding her that most people were out and about on this Saturday evening, having fun – including Ms Big Tits, and in her best red boots! She consoled herself with a long soak in the bath, but this did not bring its usual restorative balm. She couldn’t be bothered to get dressed again afterwards, so she just slipped on a pair of loose French knickers in sky-blue satin and their matching bra, and flung a hip-length light wrap on top. After flicking from channel to channel, finding too many medical dramas (a genre she had never liked), rom coms (she was definitely not in the mood, even for a favourite like ‘Nine to Five’), and mindless action movies (just how many more tedious and obscure comic-book heroes were there still out there, waiting to be turned into identikit blockbusters, she groaned), and finally watching some talk shows in a half-interested way, she switched it off and wandered out to the kitchen. She had already drunk two glass of red wine, and now poured herself another large one, nursing it together with her grievances against her flat-mate, and rehearsing what she would say to the arrogant cunt whenever she turned up on Sunday – no doubt sweaty and well-fucked. Veronica would not have had quite so much to drink if she had thought there was any chance that Kyla might come back that night – but, of course, that was exactly what happened. Veronica was deep in grumbling contemplation, and did not hear the key turning the lock of the front door – so she jumped in shock when it was closed with an angry slam. Kyla had returned in a bad mood of her own; whatever had been the cause of her night out crashing in flames, she was less than happy about it. She strode abruptly into the kitchen, acknowledging Veronica’s presence with a grunt. Kyla was wearing the red boots, together with a micro-skirt in a red which almost matched them (so that’s why she wanted the boots!), so short that most of the top elastic of her black hold-ups was visible, and a tight and skimpy black stretch halter-neck that barely covered her demi-cup push-up black lace bra. Veronica felt a sharp stab of something in her gut – jealousy, she supposed, although why she should be jealous of such shameful harlotry, of an outfit that practically screamed ‘I’m a slut – spread me and fuck me!’, she did not know. It started from there, with some disparaging throwaway remark from Veronica, to which Kyla responded with offended and unbridled heat. It became an argument, which turned into a full-scale shouting match. Veronica let her frustrations run loose, standing in front of Kyla with one hand on her hip and the other jabbing repeatedly on her flat-mate’s bountiful upper chest, as each point of the scathing indictment was delivered. By the time Veronica was in full spate, she had moved from the particular matter of arrogantly purloined boots, through Kyla’s failure properly to do her share of the household chores, to spread her wings and descend rhetorically upon her flat-mate’s character defects like a swooping eagle, claws fully extended. Kyla got a word in edgeways, when she could – not very nice words, it must be said, which only raised the temperature further. Soon, she decided that she had had as much of this as she could take, and she disliked the way in which the smaller woman was intruding into her personal space. She gave Veronica a vigorous push backwards, and then, when the shorter woman responded to that by accusing her of being a slut, spending every weekend on her back, Kyla hissed furiously in return that anyway that was better than being someone who nobody wanted to be with. This halted Veronica in mid-sentence; she went white with rage, and slapped Kyla across the face. The impact was not actually very hard, but the sheer surprise of it took Kyla off-balance, and the effects of several vodkas earlier in the evening slowed her reflexes and prevented her from recovering in time. She toppled sideways against the full-size fridge-freezer, causing it to shake violently, and then rebounded again. Veronica was looking slightly shocked by her own action, and moved too slowly when Kyla swung back and delivered a stinging counter-slap. This left Kyla wide open to reprisal and, with a hysterical shriek, Veronica (who had done some martial arts training as a teenager) reacted almost by instinct and sank a fist into the soft flesh of Kyla’s stomach. The taller girl’s eyes bulged as she doubled over, but not before she reached out to grab Veronica, seeing red and determined to pound the snotty little bitch into the ground. Suddenly alarmed, Veronica gave a squeal of fright and lurched into motion, bolting for the door into the hallway. She whisked past Kyla’s fingers, just far enough to escape being seized but not sufficient to prevent the busty girl from grasping the sleeve of her robe, pulling it off as Veronica ran out of the room in just her bra and panties. However, the jerk to her shoulders as the wrap was ripped away sent the smaller woman off target, and her headlong flight collided with the door frame, sending her sprawling onto her hands and knees in the hallway. She was not immediately set upon because Kyla needed several seconds to clutch onto the kitchen table, struggling to recover her breath and not to vomit into the sink. However, just as Veronica scrambled back to her feet, Kyla launched out after her flat-mate with a look of vengeful determination. Her longer stride enabled her to head Veronica off from the living room, and she chased her down the hall and into her own bedroom. Veronica’s lead was so short that she had neither the time nor the strength to force the door shut against Kyla, who slammed her shoulder into it, heedless of the bruise that would result. The door spun inwards, knocking Veronica against the side of her bed. The two enraged women grappled with each other, trying for a winning hold, or even just to land a punch or slap and deliver some pain to a bitch who deserved it if ever anyone did. They fell onto the bed – which, like the others in the flat, for some reason was a double-size and not a single, a luxury they both had appreciated. As they rolled around, at some point in the tussle Kyla’s halter neck came undone and she flung it away impatiently. At last, her greater size and strength prevailed, and Veronica was trapped beneath Kyla, who was holding her down with one thigh pressing between Veronica’s sprawled legs. She forced both of the smaller woman’s arms flat on either side of her head, pinioning them there with a vice-like grip on her wrists. Out of breath, dishevelled and sweaty, they lay like this for about fifteen seconds, Veronica struggling slightly but futilely underneath. She felt intensely aware of warmth and weight of Kyla’s body on top of her, and of the leg that was pressing on her pelvis and her pubic mound. In the process of forcing her leg between her opponent’s thighs, Kyla’s micro-skirt had ridden all the way up to her hips. Veronica glanced away from Kyla’s heated glare, to discover that one of the curly-haired brunette’s full breasts had tumbled completely out of its sketchy bra cup (that’s what you get for wearing such a slutty outfit, she thought viciously). It was lying heavily on top of her own smaller titty, which had unaccountably responded with stiffening erection – the result of the adrenalin of the fight, it must be, Veronica told herself. She gazed at the curve of woman-flesh resting on her chest, and her throat went suddenly dry. She was aware of a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach and in her crotch, a peculiar mixture of tension and release. Kyla was breathing heavily through her nostrils, snorting almost, her lips compressed tightly closed, as strange look stole over her face. ‘I know what you need, you snotty bitch!’ she said, but it was spoken surprisingly softly and not with the snarl which Veronica would have expected. What followed was even more of a surprise – breath-takingly so. ‘Oh, fuck it!!’ sighed Kyla, more in surrender than exasperation; ‘I’ve been wanting to do this for so long – fuck, what the hell, why not?’ Releasing one wrist, she gripped Veronica’s hair with her hand and leant downwards, pressing her lips against Veronica’s astonished and immobilised face, and kissing her with passionate fervour. Veronica slightly gasped, and the motion opened her lips enough for Kyla’s tongue to sweep inside – and to have an amazingly erogenous effect. Veronica’s mouth opened further, not just offering no resistance but responding, at first it seemed almost on its own initiative. Maintaining and deepening the kissing, Veronica’s free hand tugged Kyla’s other breast out of its bra cup, squeezing the nipple with a firmness that was clearly a prelude to fucking rather than any renewal of fighting. Kyla’s head reared up, an astonished look of pleasure on her face, and in an instant Veronica drew the brunette’s tits to her mouth and started licking and nibbling them. With a strangled moan, Kyla rolled off Veronica’s body to lie on her back, begging to be sucked and fucked. Veronica got an unbelievable rush from being in control of this sexual and sensual woman, and in an amazing moment of pure clarity she suddenly understood that this is what she wanted, what she had been missing. Ever since her first seduction by a female leader at a summer camp when she was a teenager, she had wondered about being bi-sexual, but she had never had the courage or the opportunity to explore this any further. Boyfriends had seemed like what she should do, what she ought to do if she was a ‘decent’ and ‘normal’ person, but her heart had never been in it. Almost as if to make up for lost time in this single night, Veronica ripped Kyla’s panties down her legs and threw them across the room. She began roughly to finger her flat-mate’s cunt, and Kyla arched her back and spread her legs wide apart in response. Simultaneously with ramming her index finger into the wet hole of Kyla’s vagina, Veronica started sucking like a demented vampire on the other woman’s superb tits, fondling and kneading them so hard that there would be bruises in the morning – but neither woman gave a damn about that now! Kyla was not an entirely passive participant in this instant lesbian love-fest. In her turn, she shoved a hand down inside Veronica’s panties, where she was now sopping wet, and pushed two fingers into her. Veronica gave a deep moan of pleasure, rearing up and then riding down against them, thrusting her own pelvis up and down, and after a few seismic seconds closing her eyes tight and shuddering in climax. When she reopened them a few seconds later, Veronica’s mood – and her feelings for her flat-mate – had turned a complete somersault. She smiled down at the lusciously curved shape beside her, and instructed Kyla not to move – to which the latter replied with a ‘Yes, ma’am!’ and a coy sultry look through the lashes of half-closed eyes. Veronica leant across to the small cabinet beside her bed, and opened the drawer to pull out her trusty vibrator. Kyla regarded it with appreciation – it was quite a beauty, with a long straight shaft that was ribbed in an abstract crystalline pattern, and it had a five-pronged clitoral stimulator mounted two-thirds of the way down. ‘Mmmm, nice one, Vero – yes, yes please, ma’am!’ Veronica switched it on and pushed it slowly into Kyla’s pussy, using a pendulum-like motion, twisting first to one side, then the other. After a several inserts and withdrawals had fully lubricated Kyla’s vaginal tube, the dildo was thrust in far enough to bring the rotating clitoral prongs to their target at the top of Kyla’s labia. ‘Oh – my – God!’ gasped the prone brunette, and then; ‘Ohmigod ... ooooh! ... yes, do me ... aahh! ... shit ... oh, GOD! ... yes, yes – yes!! YES!!!’ The last was almost yelled out, as Kyla was overtaken by waves of orgasm which left her lying completely spent, her thoughts in a dazed whirl, while Veronica licked her clean and then smeared the pussy juice over her new lover’s breasts, as she returned her attention to those glorious mounds of flesh. Veronica’s fingers began a renewed flicking against Kyla’s engorged and now very sensitive clitoris, and within moments her ministrations to pussy and tits were rewarded with another bone-shaking orgasm from the big-busted wench. After this, with sudden energy the brunette rolled them both over the other way, so that Veronica was underneath once more – but this time, she was making no protests or bids for freedom. Kyla reached under the smaller woman’s back to unsnap her bra, peeling it away. She ran her hands over Veronica’s chest, seeming to take great pleasure from cupping the smaller but firm breasts in her palms and stroking in circles around the stiffly prominent nipples. Veronica was amazed and thrilled when Kyla murmured, just before taking one of the tits into her mouth: ‘My God – you are just soooo sexy, babe!’ Veronica closed her eyes in rapture at the sensations that Kyla’s full lips and agile tongue were giving her, and she arched her back, spreading her legs wide. She felt so aroused that, as Kyla was totally focused on her breasts, she slipped her own hand down inside the blue French knickers, seeking her pleasure nub. However, Kyla noticed this, and with playful mock-severity she knocked Veronica’s hand aside, admonishing her not to be impatient as she would get to that in her own sweet time. Following at least five minutes of erogenous titty-sucking, Kyla changed position entirely. Her own bra was hanging down below her breasts, and she quickly removed both this and the micro-skirt, so that she was now naked apart from her hold-ups and the coveted shiny red boots. She then slid Veronica’s knickers down to her ankles and over her feet, casting them aside and leaving her pretty flat-mate completely in the nude. Kyla swung across to straddle her prone body, pushing her ass almost back into Veronica’s face. The busty brunette then reached for her own pussy with one hand, pulling her labia apart and pushing the open pink cleft down onto one of Veronica’s nipples. As the smaller woman gasped in arousal, Kyla gripped her breast, pushing the nipple into even greater prominence, and began to titty-fuck herself with it. After a moment, sweat running from her face and down her back, she began to grunt and groan, and the motions of her pelvis took on a more lurching aspect as she began to ascend to climax. With her other hand, Kyla reached forwards in between Veronica’s invitingly spread legs, and thrust two fingers into her lover’s pussy. The only sound to be heard in the fourth-floor bedroom for the next several minutes was the groaning creak of the bed-springs under their combined weight, and the gasps and sobs for breath of two young women who were taking a running approach to the biggest, longest, most devastating orgasm they had ever known in their lives. It was actually Veronica who came first, although only by a matter of seconds. With a sustained scream, her whole body jerked and writhed, as Kyla’s fingers rammed deep inside and her thumb impacted on Veronica’s clitoris. The two effects of this – the psychological one of having fucked her flat-mate almost senseless, and the physical one of Veronica’s sexual convulsions driving her tit even deeper into the pussy of the woman who was riding her like a demon – blew Kyla’s barriers, and she gave a series of barking yelps as her whole frame shivered in ecstasy. It was too much to take – an overload – and she collapsed forwards on top of Veronica, her breasts landing erotically just below the other woman’s cunt, and her head just below Veronica’s knees. Of course, this position was so close to a 69 that Veronica could not resist her opportunity, and she pulled on Kyla’s hips to bring her spread-open crotch the necessary few inches so that the small woman’s tongue could explore it. Kyla did not hesitate to co-operate, as the process drew her face to the wide V at the join of Veronica’s legs, and the chance to lick and taste her pussy. The white heat of their energy was now spent, and by unspoken agreement they took their cunt-eating slowly, letting it build, until it resulted in another near-simultaneous orgasm, not as volcanic as the previous one but in many ways even more profoundly satisfying. Finally, with some revival of stamina, Kyla announced that she knew just what was needed. She did another reverse turn, this time bringing her pussy up between Veronica’s spread legs and pushing it wetly against her cunt. They each took a bracing grip around one of the other’s legs, and in the scissors position they began a pussy-pounding tribbing session on which they both got off, grinding against each other in sweaty passion. In the midst of this, Veronica declared that she also knew exactly what she needed, and she transferred her grip from Kyla’s thigh to her bountiful and swaying breasts, cupping them upwards as she rubbed forwards upon the brunette’s slit, and pulling on the nipples when she did the downwards slide. Like a pair of bucking, fucking broncos, they jerked together spasmodically as an other orgasm flowered in their vaginas, making them catch their breath and whimper in exultation. Now almost exhausted but wonderfully replete, they lay comfortably entwined together in the sweaty rumpled sheets. Kyla explained that she had always been a lesbian, but dared not say this at first, as she really needed a room to rent. Her intention had been to go out on Saturdays and trawl the well-known lesbian clubs and bars, sleep with whoever picked her up at the other woman’s place, and thus keep her sexual orientation a secret from her flat-mate. However, she had not expected to find Veronica so cute, so appealing, so fanciable. She had so enjoyed their evenings together in those first few weeks that she had begun to fall for her, and it was fighting against that feeling which had made her snappy, whilst at the same time her subconscious had been parading her physical charms. On this evening she had gone out, determined to shake it off, and had been chatted up by an attractive young woman at a gay bar – but, as they danced slow and close together, Veronica’s face and body kept coming into her mind, until she realised that it was no good, made her apologies and left. She had expected Veronica to have gone to bed, and had a vague plan of revealing how she felt over a companionable lunch the next day – but seeing her in that flimsy wrap, which had been hanging open to show her sweet titties in that striking blue bra, she had lost control of the situation altogether, and fallen back upon confrontation almost by instinct. ‘I’m so glad you did’, sighed Veronica, ‘I just didn’t understand my feelings for you, why we got on so well when you moved in and then it all went funny – but now I can see it was when I first starting to want you as a lover, not just as a friend.’ ‘You do?’ gasped Kyla in tremulous hope. ‘I sure do – you and no other’, replied Veronica, suddenly quite certain about this, and she was rewarded with a radiant smile. She then tapped the chest of her new-found lover (gosh, that was a concept that she would need some time to take on board – her mind still skirted skittishly around labelling herself as a lesbian), and added, ‘No more playing around now, you’re mine – and mine only!’ Kyla nodded shyly, but clearly in seventh heaven. With a sudden renewal of energy, she got off the bed, en route fondly kissing Veronica’s mouth, neck, breasts, stomach and – ohmigod!! – pussy. She disappeared into her own room, returning in a few seconds to strike an erotic pose in the doorway, wearing an intimidatingly long strap-on dildo. ‘I – wanna – fuck – you – outta – your – sweet – little – skull!’, she declared to a goggle-eyed Veronica. Of course, having had no lesbian sex since the few brief fumbling encounters as a teenager, Veronica had never been taken with a dildo before, but Kyla was more than happy to introduce her to its pleasures. First, she lay Veronica on her back, and gently spread her legs wide open. Kyla brought the nub of the plastic cock to nudge against the other woman’s cleft, slowly pushing it between the flowered petals of her outer and inner labia. It then sank in deeply with one long, slow, oozily sliding thrust, and in response Veronica gave a shuddering gasp and wrapped her legs around Kyla’s hips, crossing her ankles over the taller woman’s back. Veronica drank in every detail of being taken in this way, being turned on even more by the realisation that the woman fucking her was wearing her own red boots – and, shit, did they look good! Kyla began driving the dildo in and out of Veronica’s pussy in harder, faster and deeper penetrations, as Veronica moaned and begged her for more. Kyla firmly rode her new-found sweetheart all the way to the crest of another explosive climax, and then withdrew the dildo and used her mouth to lick up the cunt-juices – and so stimulate Veronica even more. As if that was not enough satisfaction for one night, Kyla gave Veronica’s leg a shove, indicating without words that she should roll over onto her stomach. When she did so, Kyla swung across to kneel between her lover’s outflung legs, and reached forwards. Grabbing Veronica above her hips, she hauled her pelvis backwards so that the smaller woman was kneeling with her ass thrust up in the air whilst her tits and face still rested on the bed. Veronica gave an intake of breath in anticipation, luxuriating in the feeling of her cunt being so accessible, so wide open, so utterly fuckable. ‘Aaaaaa! Yes, ooohhh!’ she sighed, as the plastic phallus re-entered her from this new vantage, pressing against her vaginal walls in a different way, and rubbing her clit from a fresh angle. Being taken doggy-style (which Veronica was to discover was her favourite position for receiving a dildo) was such a turn-on, that quite quickly she had another climax and then, Kyla not having paused for a second in her rhythmic shafting, an amazing third. After this, Kyla unbuckled the strap-on, and she lay underneath the smaller woman in the 69 position, as they again explored each others’ cunts with both fingers and tongues. Two more climaxes each – the second, by mutual agreement, timed to take them both simultaneously – at last left them satiated (or, at least, satisfied for now). Veronica’s mouth was full of Kyla’s sweet-tasting cunt-juice from the final orgasm, and she swallowed it down whilst reversing her position, bringing her head to rest on the pillow next to the other woman. Kyla gently stroked the nearer of Veronica’s breasts, telling her new lover how cute and perfectly-shaped they were, and that she just adored them. Veronica was both thrilled and amazed, and replied that they were so much smaller, hefting and squeezing one of Kyla’s tits to demonstrate her point. However, Kyla was dismissive of what she called her ‘balloons’, saying that they caused constant problems and had always brought her unwelcome attentions. Ever since they had swelled out in her teens, she had been pestered by boys and men, all of them convinced that if only they got their hands on her tits and give them a good grope, she would spread her legs for them like some simple child’s toy – press a button here, and it pops open there. ‘Well, I like them – very, very much’, whispered Veronica, sliding down a few inches in the bed so that she could rest her face again the fleshly pillow of Kyla’s bountiful mounds. She added in an apologetic murmur: ‘I know that I don’t look as hot as you do.’ However, Kyla would have none of this self-deprecation. At once, she responded to say that she had always thought Veronica was sexy – that she had always been attracted to slim, cute, innocent-looking girls, and Veronica was just her ideal type. ‘Do you remember that time, just after I moved in, when you were staring at my pussy?’ Kyla asked, as Veronica blushed at the vivid memory. ‘It made me wonder if I might have a chance with you after all – and I already really wanted that, just after the first couple of days! Do you remember what you were wearing then?’ Veronica shook her head, and Kyla continued with enthusiasm: ‘It was your smart black boots, that grey pencil skirt that just highlights your hips and ass, and a cute pink bra – you looked so good, I thought you must have noticed that my pussy was almost dripping wet! I had to run into my bedroom, lock the door, and do myself with the vibrator on top setting, you got me so hot! And then, you tantalising minx, you kept going cool on me one minute, and then doing things like wearing those pink towelling shorts, or bending over in that short wrap that you had on just now – once, when you did that with no panties on underneath, I could see everything!’ ‘Did I do that? I don’t remember ...’ replied Veronica doubtfully, but with a warm smile Kyla nodded firmly, and replied: ‘Oh, yes! You’ve been a terrible tease, even if you don’t realise it!’ In the cooling air of the early hours – it was now about 2.00 a.m. – they snuggled down in Veronica’s bed, under her warm duvet; it had not needed any discussion to know that they would spend the night in the same bed, and indeed the nights to come as well. The two young women continued to whisper small talk for a while, interspersed with loving endearments, until they both fell asleep with smiles on their faces. And so, after this night of discovery and release, harmony descended upon the fourth-floor flat. The only domestic friction that now remained was the rasping gasping tribbing of pussy against pussy, and the pulverising pistoning of a strap-on dildo ramming in and out of a sopping vagina. For several weeks, the two women spent each evening exploring each other’s bodies and sexual tastes, and each night lay exhausted and entwined in each other’s arms and legs – contented, replete and secure, as the blaze of sexual attraction turned into the steady flames of affection and love. I would have told you that they stayed together indoors every Saturday night from then on, but recently that is no longer true. Wearing their finest, they’ve ventured out on the town together, cruising the lesbian bars and clubs. Kyla’s tits catch the eyes of every red-blooded woman, as well they might when so much of them is put on view. But Veronica easily gets her share of interested looks as well, for – as Kyla is the first to say – she looks hot when she takes the trouble. In sheer white hold ups and pink shorts so brief and tight that all of the stocking tops are visible, her favourite red boots and a clingy white lambswool top that might be sprayed on, leaving no doubt that she wears no bra, she is an alluring and arousing picture of girlish pleasure. The voracious pair are trawling for sexy single lesbian girls or female couples to take back to the flat and fuck on the two double mattresses that lie side by side on the floor of what used to be Kyla’s room (but now, since they sleep every night in Veronica’s bed, has been reorganised as the romper room). If you should happen to be in Edinburgh, then look out for them, ladies – and, if you’re lucky, very lucky, then you might be taken to their love nest this Saturday night! If you enjoyed this, check out my other stories ... you might like them too ... (to find them, follow the author link at the top of this story)

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2009 When I say that I’m an expert in women’s underwear, I can almost hear the giggles of my past girlfriends. But I really am – after taking degrees in textiles and fashion, and working my way upwards through the purchasing department of a well-known chain of stores, about seven years ago I went independent and launched my own specialist and high-class lingerie mail order business. It was just at the right time, when internet sales were really taking off, and I was relatively early in the field; my company is successful, with a name for quality and service, and a good niche in the market. Whilst most of our sales are from established lines and names, I am always keen to spot rising talent and that’s how I met – well, let’s call her Emma (I can’t give her real name, as she’s now becoming quite recognised as a designer). The firm is not so large that I can’t take the important decisions myself – most of my staff deal with the routine business of keeping enough supply of stock, fulfilling orders and replying to customer queries, etc. So I still act as chief (well, only) buyer, and in that capacity I was first approached by Emma. She was 24, not very long since graduated from design school and looking to attract interest for her first proper collection; in truth, I was a little flattered when she contacted me by email, and said that my firm was the one she had thought of first. She attached a file of drawings of her designs and some photos of them, modelled by herself – and I thought both the garments and their creator looked rather delightful. So I replied pleasantly, although making no commitment, and invited her to come to my house the following Saturday at 2.00 p.m., so that we would have time free from the constant interruptions you get at the office for her to show me the actual garments. Emma was delighted – she hadn’t really expected get a positive response, and assured me that she would be there. My earnings from the business have given me a very comfortable lifestyle, although a consequence of the long hours – especially when I started out on my own – is that I live alone. I have always been a lesbian, since being seduced by one of the volunteer leaders of my church youth group when I had just turned sixteen; in truth, I already knew that I was a girl-lover, and probably flirtatiously encouraged the young woman – she certainly encountered no resistance from her conquest! I had sex with her regularly but very discretely during the next two years, and then partly came out at college with a few affairs (one of them with a young faculty member). In my late twenties, I had a serious relationship with a woman I met through work, which lasted about six years – it ended hurtfully, with my lover leaving for someone I had thought was a mutual friend, but who turned out to have been fucking my girl for several months without my knowing. Since then, I had largely buried myself in work, and sexual pleasure had been an intermittent, all too infrequent, case of one-night stands, grabbed whenever the chance arose. At this point, I was approaching 35 years old. I am quite tall at five foot eleven inches, with grey eyes and thick jet-black hair which is cut at shoulder-length and shaped neatly to frame my face. I am slim, still wearing the same 30B bra size that I did as a student all those years ago; my breasts are not large, but they have no sag. I keep very fit – there is an exercise room in my house, and my one unshakeable rule is to spend an hour on the various machines every night when I get home, working out the stresses and tensions of the day and the drive back on the busy freeway. I also swim twice every weekend, for at least an hour each time, at a nearby exclusive country club which I have joined. My legs are well-shaped and toned, and my ass is also pretty much as trim as it was fifteen years ago – I quite often notice people taking a second look as I stalk by. After the business really took off, about four years ago I bought a lovely house in a verdant green suburban area on the southern edge of the city. It was built in the 1920s and has quite large grounds behind stone walls, with privacy ensured by the wrought-iron gates across the entry to the drive. I fell in love with it when I first saw it, although I hardly need its four bedrooms and three bathrooms! However, one of its finest features is the large living room, with a series of tall French windows that open out onto the paved stone terrace. Punctual almost to the moment that the grandfather clock in the hall chimed two o’clock, the gate entry phone’s buzzer sounded. Emma had arrived, and after I released the gate control, she zipped up the gravel drive in a ten-year old, slightly battered, bright red Chevrolet Cavalier convertible, the roof down on this sunny afternoon. As I opened my front door, she popped out of the driver’s seat like a champagne cork, full of energy and zest, and almost breathlessly she grabbed a medium-sized bag in one hand, tucked a large portfolio under her arm, and bounded up the half-dozen steps into the shade of the white-pillared portico. I though that she had the most attractive glow of health, vitality and innocent eagerness, as she held out her free hand and gushed how pleased she was to meet me, how grateful she was that I was giving her this chance, that she knew how valuable my time must be, that she promised me that she wouldn’t be wasting it ... It was almost overwhelming, pouring out in a rush, with the winsome friskiness and uncalculated charm of a little puppy. I couldn’t help but be swept along, laughing and smiling in return as I assured her that it was no trouble, and that I was very interested to see her work – which was quite true, for it was evident that she a natural flair for both line and color. I took her through to the living room, as she admired the elegance of the house along the way. There I opened a bottle of my favourite Moet & Chandon champagne, and we sipped from tall flute glasses as she set out her designs on the oval walnut table. I looked through them with unfeigned interest and appreciation, our heads close together and our hands frequently touching as one or other of us pointed out various details. Then she offered to show me some of them, modelling them herself, if I liked. I replied that I expected this, and had set up the adjacent dining room for her to change in, and that the downstairs bathroom was next to that if she needed it. She gave me a huge grin, scooped up her bag from where she had left it near the door, and trotted out. I had cleared a wide floor area in the lounge, and sat on the long leather couch, sipping a glass of champagne and eagerly awaiting her catwalk show. Soon the parade began, and it was a breath-taking experience in every sense of the word. Her lingerie designs were both original and sexy, whilst still being classy in their cut, fabrics, patterns and details. I warmed even more to them, and not just because of the warmth growing between my legs – they were of real quality, and their designer clearly had potential. However, whilst my business brain was attracted by that, my hormones and my pussy were getting very excited by Emma herself. She was just as cute as a button in her bubbling enthusiasm and youthful vigour, and she had a very sweet body – as was becoming more and more apparent! Whether by calculation or intuition, there was an artful progression to the parade of lingerie which I was shown. She began with the most modest and covering garments, starting with an elegant full-length nightgown in the coolest pink satin, slashed on the left side to above the knee so that her elegant legs were revealed with each stalking stride that she took. However, even this was a sexy affair, for above the sheer fall of its fabric, the neckline was low-cut and the material over the breasts was transparent enough to be tantalising. The next item was a full-body corselette made in a tight clinging black stretch fabric, but for the cups over the breasts this had been replaced with a thin gauze mesh, as fine – and revealing – as the material of a stocking, but much stronger and more robust. I could hardly manage to keep from staring hungrily at the ripe young breasts which this displayed, and hoped that my blatant interest might be interpreted as professional admiration rather than – as it was – unbridled physical lust. This was succeeded by a bustier in an unusual but effective combination of green and purple, with straps from the lower sides holding up matching green stockings, and she wore similarly matching long purple gloves which came above the elbow. The bustier pushed her tits up and nearly displayed their nipples (which were just obscured by the decorative frill at the top), and of course it did not cover the pussy area at all. Here she was wearing another piece in co-ordinated color and style: a minimalist thong panty with shoestring sides, tied together in a small bow at each hip. Oh, with just one tug on one little loop, it would fall away, drifting to the ground like an autumn leaf – it took almost more willpower than I could summon up not to lean forward as she skipped past me, give that one naughty pull, and savour the sight of her sweet naked pussy! The next group to be shown all emphasised layers – but layers so soft, so thin, so insubstantial and so transparent that they were far more erotic when combined than any of them would be separately. This was no subliminal message – these confections screamed out to be undone, pulled open, even ripped away as the prelude to wild passionate fornication, and they were certainly communicating just fine to me. I particularly liked an expertly-cut thin pleated chiffon bodice in pale yellow, which draped alluringly over a half-cup underwired bra beneath, also yellow but two or three shades stronger. This and the Brazilian-style bikini panties below were quite modest in their cut and coverage – but actually not modest at all, being made of a sheer see-through mesh which was overlaid at only a few key points by a pretty floral pattern in crocheted lace. There followed some retro-influenced matching sets which had hints of 1930s corseted restraint and 1950s glamour-doll flounce. There were also several teddies, stylish sheer camisole tops (one with a back that was just a few criss-cross straps – very original), French knickers and skirted panties, and a gorgeous fly-away front babydoll (with skimpy Chantilly tanga briefs underneath) – and she looked simply adorable in all of them. The final sequences were bras and panties, sometimes accompanied by a suspender belt and stockings and sometimes by hold-ups or pretty, schoolgirlish knee-highs in white or sky blue. More and more of her body was progressively being revealed, the panties becoming scantier and the bras both smaller and more exotic – and erotic – in style. Amongst my favourites were a demi-cup underwired bra in black floral jacquard and lace, another halter-neck quarter cup bra, a tai brief in stretch crepe with a scalloped edge, and a dark purple thong in an intricate floral lace. Finally, Emma announced her penultimate presentation, and I was almost speechless at the sight of her slim youthful body with its flowering bust exhibited in a peephole bra. This covered most of her breasts with fine decorated purple mesh, but left fully exposed an area of about one inch in diameter around the nipples, through which her cute little titties were poking out – and I noticed at once how pert and erect they were. As the outfits became skimpier and more overtly sexual, the whole show acted like an extended form of strip-tease – and it had just such a tantalising effect on my body. My tits were stiff and almost aching, as my slightest movement rubbed my sensitised nipples against the inside of my bra cups, my heart was beating faster and I felt a little sweaty, and my cunt was positively drooling – only the remnant of my sense of dignity prevented my mouth from doing the same. Emma was a delectable sight, however much – or little – she was wearing. She was a little shorter than me, about five feet seven or eight inches, but any disadvantage in height was more than compensated for by her extra inches around the bust. I had seen that she had a curvaceous feminine figure from the moment that she had skipped up the steps of my house, wearing a flouncy white mini-skirt and an emerald green halterneck top in which her breasts jiggled as she moved. They were beautifully curved globes, their fullness in exquisite proportion to her slender build and flat firm stomach; I learned later that she still took a 28-inch band size, in which she needed an E cup! Cute as her figure was, with a firm tight ass that set off and enhanced her bust, it was her pretty face which drew me more than anything, with its striking blue-grey eyes, perky mouth and overall pixie-like quality. Her hair, originally light brown (as it showed at the temples), had been dyed a natural blonde colour reminiscent of the richness of a summer cornfield; it was cut short in feathery layers to just below the ears, in a gamine style that signalled ‘I can be as wild as the naughtiest boy – but still as soft and feminine as the cutest girl’. At last, Emma stood before me, having provocatively flounced in wearing her final coup de grace : a pair of barely-existent string panties made from two tiny triangular wisps of scarlet semi-transparent gauze, laced up at each hip by a thin ribbon, and a matching open-shelf bra which consisted of a band of fabric below her breasts with just the very bottom outline of the bra cups – the effect being to give a modest amount of uplift, whilst exhibiting a thoroughly immodest 90% of her breasts, with her rosy nipples fully on display. I noted their stiff pinkness, but realised that her state of excitement might be due to exhibiting her work rather than her body, and for the career opportunity which this demonstration represented. I started to clap my hands, nodding and smiling. ‘Wow!’ I said, ‘that was quite a show – I can tell you that you’ve really made an impression on me.’ And she had – professionally and sexually, as the sopping gusset of my panties affirmed. ‘However,’ I continued, ‘whilst I am very definitely interested, [oh, yeah!, I thought at this point, am I fucking interested – and interested in fucking!] there is one more crucial test.’ I explained that looks was one thing, but the actual feel of wearing a garment was the only reliable way to be sure about it, and that I always tried everything out myself before making any final decision. Emma was still over the moon at my initial reaction, and was not at all dismayed. ‘That’s wonderful,’ she replied at once; ‘I can leave them with you, or’ – and at this point she looked at me with a mischievous grin – ‘would you like to try them right now, and I could stay and help you?’ How is any red-blooded woman to refuse an offer like that? I still wasn’t quite sure if she was flirting with me, or how she might respond to sexual advances from another female – and one about ten years older than her, as well. But I certainly intended to test the water further, and this would give more opportunities. Interestingly, Emma seemed keen to go right ahead, and did not bother to do more than throw a silky, open-fronted loose kimono wrap (one of her earlier items) over the nearly non-existent lingerie that she was wearing. She helped me to undress, admiring my figure and saying that I looked so strong and commanding. I am sure that she must have seen the state of my panties, although I turned away to strip them off quickly, and she probably smelt the aroma of my arousal as well. Emma’s hands lingered longer than really necessary when helping me into the various teddies, bustiers, bras and panties, almost stroking my breasts and smoothing along my inner thighs. At last, I could stand the suspense no longer, for wearing the beautiful garments, made more erotic by the fact that they had been on Emma’s sweet body only minutes earlier and still had her womanly scent, was really turning me on. As she stood in front of me, straightening the straps of a lacy confection of a bra, I reached for her shoulders and drew her close. I paused for two or three heartbeats, giving her the chance to pull back if she did not want this – it would not have gone too far, and could still be dismissed as nothing at all, just needing to steady my balance or something similar, and so would not ruin the business and professional relationship which was certainly also on my agenda. Far from objecting, she swallowed once and gazed directly into my eyes, and then she put her hands around my waist, resting seductively on my upper buttocks, and pressed our warm breasts and stomachs together. Her lips slightly parted, and I kissed her – which turned into a long, sensual smooch, our tongues meeting as our hands started to explore each others’ bodies. At the end of the kiss, she stepped back very slightly in order to reach around behind me and unclasp the bra. My breasts swung free, and she stooped to take each in turn into her mouth, teasing and nibbling on the nipples. I was in heaven, floating on cloud nine in my mingled relief, happiness and pure raging lust. Emma removed the pair of matching French knickers that I had been trying on, leaving me naked apart from my heels and black hold-ups. Then she pushed me backwards to sprawl on the couch, spreading my legs apart as I watched her kneel down between my thighs. Her mouth swooped down like a dive-bomber, and with an equally explosive result. Barely had her tongue pushed its way between my labia, than I felt myself on the verge of coming. I tried to say something like ‘No – wait!’, but I doubt that she heard it or that I really meant it. Her tongue was very dextrous, long and quite firm, and when it found my clit I was completely lost. My hips bucked up and down, almost overbalancing her until she wrapped her arms tightly around my legs. I made inarticulate noises, as I was overcome by the best and longest orgasm I had experienced in about a decade. As my shudders died down to stillness, Emma’s head came up like a diver seeking air, and she regarded me with puckering lips and a lascivious smile. ‘Good?’ she asked me, quite simply. I couldn’t trust my brain to formulate words at all, so I just mutely nodded in reply. Then I shook off my momentary torpor, feeling like an electric motor when someone swaps an old run-down battery for a new one. I reached for her, cupping the breasts that were so invitingly displayed in her naughtiest creation. I unbuckled it at her back, and caressed her naked mounds more vigorously for a while. Then I slipped my fingers down across her stomach and slid them inside her flimsy panties, touching her pussy for the very first time and feeling its shaved smoothness and the wetness seeping from her cleft. I withdrew my fingers and, as she watched me with a round-eyed curiosity which I certainly did not mistake for innocence, I inhaled her aroma and licked the taste of her juices from my fingertips. Holding her steady in my gaze, I reached simultaneously to each of her hips, gripped the neat little bow of the ribbon ties, and then with a swift jerk pulled them both apart. She gave a soft sigh as the tiny garment fell away from her flesh and fluttered to the ground, leaving her on an equal basis with me – just hold-ups (though hers were a creamy white) and high heels. As I drank in the sight of her exposed and slightly puffy labial lips, I suddenly knew exactly how I wanted to take her, what I wanted to do. I ordered her to kneel on her hands and knees in the middle of the carpet, and stay there. Perkily obedient, she took up the pose and looked at me over her shoulder, her eyes going round when I pulled a large strap-on out of nearby drawer, buckled it around me and then stepped up behind her. She was almost shaking with excitement as I sank to my knees, the knob of the dildo level with her ass and just a few inches from her holes. I ran my fingernails down each side of her back, from the top of her shoulder-blades down to cup around her buttocks and then zeroing in on her vagina. When they simultaneously reached her slit, I used my fingertips to prize it further open, causing her to curve her back and widen her stance, pushing her sweet butt further up and open. She was so sopping wet and loose that I knew no lube was needed on the dildo, and I gripped her at the hips and sank it all the way into her with a long, slow, steady push, leaning my weight behind it as it penetrated her for most of its eight-inch length. The withdrawal stroke aroused her even more – it nearly always is more sensuous – and she began almost whimpering, then changed it to a grunt as I drove forwards again, this time impaling her all the way to the backplate on which the plastic cock was mounted. She writhed slightly from side to side when it was almost all the way home, easing it in for the final inch or so. Another firm stroke in and out loosened her further, and established to my mind that she could take the full length without any injury. I began increasing the pace and forcefulness of the shaftings, but always tantalisingly slower on the outward pull than the inwards ram. Sweat glistened on both our bodies, and I took a second to reposition myself so that I could flex my hips and pelvis to their full extent. At that moment Emma looked back at me again, licked her lips and with a saucy grin declared: ‘Ride me, cowgirl – ride me over the fence!’ Now I went up another couple of gears, faster and harder, the faceplate of the strap-on making repeated wet slapping sounds as it smacked against her sweaty skin, each impact accompanied by a grunting moan from Emma. Her breathing became rapid, and she began to give a series of high-pitched cries. I shifted my right hand from her hip to grip her hair, yanking her head back and up, arching her back to get the maximum resistance to my thrusts. This also had the effect of pulling her tits up into easy reach, and my left hand exchanged its grip on her side for something softer and more enticing – squeezing Emma’s left breast. ‘Ride me! Ride me!!’ she screamed again, and then as her climax overwhelmed her, she shouted: ‘Fuck me – oooohh! Fuck me – aaarrgh! Oh!! Yes – I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna CUM!!’ I sort of lost control as well, carried away in the raw sensuality of the moment, triumphant in my command over her, my control of her body. I was playing her like a virtuoso violin, sawing backwards and forwards – not a bad metaphor, really, as her yowls were starting to sound like an out-of-tune fiddle. I don’t normally use bad language, in fact I was once criticised for being over-decorous during love-making – but not this time. I growled at her, in time with each inwards thrust: ‘Come for me, you bitch! Come for me, you slut! I’m gonna fuck you hard! I’m gonna fuck your brains out!!’ When she stiffened and then shook spasmodically in the grip of a wave of explosive orgasms, it was too much to resist. The dildo still deeply penetrating her, I climaxed myself and then slumped forwards to lie limply across her back, my breasts pressed into the base of her shoulder blades. ‘Oh, stars and angels,’ I moaned, ‘that was so good – so good.’ Sensing somehow that Emma was about to collapse under the dual impact of my weight and her own devastating orgasms, I levered myself off and pulled the dildo out, eliciting one last tremor from the young woman. She rolled onto her back and lay there, panting, with her legs spread carelessly open. I quickly shucked off the strap-on and lay down on my side next to her, propping my head up on one elbow whilst my other hand, almost absent-mindedly, found its way to her pussy and began very gently to stroke it. Emma looked up at me in undisguised admiration. ‘I always thought you would be hot stuff’, she said softly, ‘but that was unbelievable – I’ve never had sex like that before, not ever, not that shook me so deep down and took me so high when I came.’ I smiled warmly, because there was no doubting the sincerity with which she said this – and, truly, although the last decade had been a bit of a desert, I had slept with enough women over the last twenty years to be able to recognise a five-star fuck and, on that scale, this had rated more like ten stars. I bent over and began licking and sucking on her breasts, attending to each for a few moments and then returning to the other. I nibbled on her teats, and she stirred restlessly as my other hand at her crotch began to push more demandingly into her, first one finger halfway, then two, then both of them all the way. I found her engorged clitoris, and to the accompaniment of her renewed panting for breath, I massaged it until she came again. I still hadn’t satiated my lust for this gorgeous, vibrant young woman. I spread her limp legs still wider apart and crouched between them, bringing my mouth directly to bear on her vagina. I’ve often been told that my pussy-eating technique is one of the best, and I certainly didn’t hear any complaints from this customer. After a while, I did start to hear some very strange noises – but there was no doubt that they were of approval and enjoyment. I carefully brought her up to another orgasm, and in the final moments drove her wild by pressing my fingertips into the rim of her anal passage, probing and teasing it whilst lashing my tongue around the full extent of her vagina and sucking hard on the nub of her clit. After her climax, we lay together more quietly; this time I was sprawled on my back, and she looked down at me, running her index finger in circles around my stomach, and then every so often detouring around or over one of my breasts. I told her then that I had meant everything that I had said about the quality of her work, her future potential as a designer, and my interest in a marketing deal – perhaps even an exclusive one during these first years, as she became established. ‘I know you did,’ she replied quietly, ‘but I was hoping you would want me as well.’ She told me that she had met me briefly when I was the guest speaker at a seminar on her degree course three years previously (I had forgotten this entirely), that she had been strongly attracted to me then, and she had thought of me quite often since. Emma confessed that her taste was for older, confident, capable women who still looked hot and dressed in style, and she thought that I was the leader of the pack! Well – such flattery! But it was artlessly, almost naively, delivered, and it had a ring of truth about it. There was only one way to reward that, and I invited her to stay over the whole week-end. She gave another of her magical, electrifying grins – I was getting very fond of them – and said that she thought I’d never ask, she had her suitcase ready in the trunk of her car. She coyly admitted that if I had seemed interested but too shy or cautious to make a pass at her, she had planned to stage a car ‘breakdown’ that would lead to the offer of over-night accommodation, and then make herself even more flagrantly seducible! So Emma unpacked in the second largest double-bedroom, after which we took a long playful bath and shower together in my vast and truly well-equipped main bathroom – it was one area where I had stinted myself for nothing – and then we made ourselves a dinner of tuna, chopped peppers, sun-dried tomatoes and sweetcorn on pasta with a mild lime chilli sauce, followed by a tossed green salad, and washed down with several glasses of fine Burgundy red wine. After that, I took her by the hand and led her up to my own room, where we slowly disrobed each other and began a long night of mutual pleasure with a languorous, slow-building 69. The weekend turned into a week, and – well – we’ve been living together ever since, for nearly two years now, although we don’t advertise the fact; whilst she works from my (although now I tend to say, ‘our’) house, all of her post goes to a mailbox address, and when she calls at my office or our paths cross at industry fairs and social events, we act in a friendly but strictly professionally way. And then, we go home and fuck each other like rabbits! If you enjoyed this, check out my other stories ... you might like them too ... (to find them, follow the author link at the top of this story)

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2011 I will admit, I was annoyed when you came into view. A few days ago, I found this secluded hollow in the sand dunes, about 100 yards back from the beach, and until that moment I had had it entirely to myself. I am on a family holiday here for two weeks and, although the beach is not busy, I was looking for somewhere quiet, away from the boisterous play of my two younger brothers, aged eleven and nine. After all, I’m quite grown up, my sixteenth birthday was a month ago, and I want a peaceful spot to lie in the sunshine and read my book, without shrieking siblings splashing sand all over me. So there I was, in my special place, lying on my front and stretched out on my beach towel, when I heard a soft sound. I glanced over my shoulder and saw you there, standing on the lip of the cosy hollow and looking down into it. After a moment’s pause, you started carefully down the soft sand of the slope, and I could see that you were on your own. I guess you are about five feet six inches tall, a brunette with hair that is dark but not quite black, falling straight from a left-of-centre parting and trimmed neatly to collar level. You were wearing denim shorts and a scoop-neck short-sleeve top in black, with a white band under what I could see was a full bust; this smart outfit was complemented by a black leather shoulder bag and black canvas beach shoes. With your large stylish sunglasses, it was hard to see your face, especially as the sun was behind you, but my first impression that you were in your mid-20s was later proved to be correct. You halted a few steps away, gave me a friendly smile, and said: ‘I hope you don’t mind ... it’s so quiet and sheltered here.’ Well, of course I minded – I wanted the place to myself! However, it was a public beach and it is a free country, so I managed to choke back my real feeling (‘fuck off, find somewhere else!’) and – really quite graciously – smiled up at you, gestured at the sandy floor, and replied: ‘No, of course ... be my guest.’ You smiled again, and I did think you had a pleasant smile. You turned aside, took a light towel out of your bag, and laid it out parallel to mine but about six feet away. Then you pulled your top over your head, making your full breasts noticeably jiggle, and swiftly unbuttoned the denim shorts and shrugged them over your hips and down to your ankles. You were revealed in an elegant bikini in plain black with contrasting aquamarine trim and ties. It left little to the imagination, either of the smooth curve of your hips or of the full swell of your breasts, which seemed to be barely contained by the small triangles of the bikini bra. As you stood for a moment silhouetted against the sun, I could not help but admire and envy your figure. Then you lay down on your front, and began to leaf through a magazine. Although I returned my attention to my book, your presence was a constant distraction. I found myself sneaking little sideways peeks at your shapely adult profile, and especially your almost-exposed breasts – but from behind my sunshades, so I felt sure that you would not notice. But, of course, you did, because it was what just you were looking and hoping for. Without letting on that you had registered my girlish interest, you smiled inwardly with satisfaction, and a warm wetness made a small damp patch on the crotch of your bikini. After a while, you reached behind your back and untied the two strings of your bikini top – one of them across your back and the other a halterneck. When they both parted, the sketchy garment flopped onto the towel underneath you. You were not exactly topless as a result, because your nipples were still resting on the undone bikini top and were not visible, although your back was completely bare and the sides of your breasts were now completely exposed. I must have given a slight gasp, because you looked across at me and asked, with another of your warm smiles: ‘You don’t mind, do you? It’s just us women here.’ I was flattered that you spoke to me as if I were an adult and your equal, not a pubescent girl a decade younger, and I airily assured you that it was fine. That started a conversation, which seemed to flow naturally. You learnt my name and about my holiday and my family, and I discovered that you are single, aged 26, recently qualified as an accountant, and staying at the same large hotel that we are. We chatted about other things – I recall you asking if I had a boyfriend, and my reply that it wasn’t something that interested me very much, and then, after just a slight pause, you gave a warm laugh and said: ‘I know just what you mean!’ I think it was after this that you said something about how pretty I looked in my bikini, and I remember my flush of pride at your compliment, and the tingle of pleasure deep down that it left in its wake. I know that I am attractive, for people compliment my looks too frequently and definitely for it to be just politeness. I am slender and tall (five feet ten inches already!), a natural blonde with a mane of pale straw hair that falls from a centre-parting to the level of my nipples. My blue-grey eyes, pale smooth skin, jawline and cheekbones all point to my Nordic ancestors. Whilst my hips and ass are boyishly slim, my breasts have grown over the last year and I now take a C-cup bra in most of the teen lingerie ranges. Although I have only just turned sixteen, due to my height and my developing figure I am regularly taken to be a couple of years older than this – and perhaps because of that, I always try to carry and conduct myself like a young woman and not a giggly girl. So the ice had been broken, and I decided that you were really charming (my initial vexation at your intrusion having quite evaporated), and very pretty too. It seemed the most natural thing in the world when you held out your bottle of suntan lotion, and asked if I would be kind enough to put some on your back for you. I was happy to oblige, and I knelt in the sand beside you and poured a trickle of the oil down your spine. When the cool liquid touched your back, you gave a delicious shiver which I couldn’t help noticing made your full breasts sway and gave a brief glimpse of your nipples. At first, I massaged the lotion over your shoulders and upper back, and then I worked my way down to the waistband of your bikini panty. I skipped over this, and applied some more of the oil to the backs of your firm, muscular legs – you clearly go jogging, or do some other physical exercise, on a regular basis. You sighed and murmured that this was lovely and so relaxing, and said: ‘mmm, please don’t stop ... it feels so nice, do carry on ...’ By this time, I had shifted my position from being at your side to straddling across your upper legs, as I reapplied some of the lotion and rubbed it into the small of your back. I really didn’t want to stop, I was so much enjoying touching your warm feminine skin and the feel of your firm adult body. In truth, I continued rubbing in the sun oil for longer than was really needed. I was suffused with a warm tingling feeling from the contact and proximity, although at the time I ascribed it to the heat of the sun on my back as I leaned forwards over your prone form. However, I was unprepared for what you did next. Quite suddenly, without any warning, you rolled over beneath me, turning to lie flat on your back and gazing up at me from below. Of course, in the process of this manoeuvre, your bikini top remained on the towel: it was now underneath you, and your bare chest and the full swelling mounds of your breasts were completely revealed. You placed your hands quite gently on my hips, as if to steady me, and said with quiet and calm assurance: ‘Do my front as well, won’t you?’ My mouth went dry and I swallowed nervously, but somehow I never thought of refusing or of rising and stepping away from you. Instead, almost as if I was hypnotised, I reached for the bottle and pooled some lotion on your smooth flat stomach, rubbing it in with soft circular motions of my hands. You squirmed slightly with pleasure, and this made your hips rub against my inner thighs, as I was still straddling you. That friction, so close to my most private place, sent another tingling wave of sensation through me. ‘Mmm, that’s lovely’, you sighed, and then you added, with a mischievous smile playing around your lips and eyes: ‘and further up, please!’ For me, the whole world suddenly shrank to that one tiny place and time, as if we were two castaways alone on a desert island. Despite the hot sun, I was almost shivering as my fingers dripped some lotion into the deep valley of your cleavage, and then I touched your breasts for the very first time. At the outset, consumed by nervous uncertainty, I smoothed the lotion around the sides and base of your breasts, cupping them from underneath, and you gave a little gasp and stirred again in pleasure. This made me bolder, and I circled around your mounds fully, and then began working my way inwards. Your nipples were now very visibly erect, a sight which fascinated me, but still I hesitated actually to touch them. Then you gave a soft moan with your mouth partly open, and I saw the tip of your tongue flick along your lips to moisten them. There was an enticing note of pleading in your voice as you whispered: ‘Please ... all over, do all over – don’t leave them out!’ Again, I did not think to decline. I rubbed the palms of my hands across your tits, wondering at their rough hardness, and you took a sharp intake of breath and arched your back. For an instant, the crotch of your bikini rubbed against mine, and I felt the warm hard prominence of your womanly Venus mound. In that electric moment, suspended in time, you said softly that I was beautiful and that you wanted to see me too. I froze in place, shocked and yet somehow I knew I was nothing like as shocked as I should be. Apart from a faint gasp, I made no protest as you reached up and tugged open the tiestrings of my orange and brown chequer-patterned bikini top, and it fell from your fingers to lie in the sand beside us. Your firm hands cupped my young breasts, and you stroked them with your fingertips. I was swept away by the amazing and arousing sensations that were washing through my body, and I gave a kind of whimper and closed my eyes. That was the reason why I did not see the next move in your game of seduction, and I was taken by surprise. One of your hands left the breast which it had been fondling and slipped deftly into the space between your pelvis and where my legs were straddling across you in an upturned V. The first I knew of it was the firm pressure of your fingers stroking down the crotch of my bikini panty, your knuckle pressing through its thin fabric and sliding electrifyingly along my groove. You cupped my mound in the palm of your hand and then slowly rubbed backwards and forwards, as my pussy pulsated with mysterious new sensations of excitement and delight. I know that I gave some little cries and moans, for I heard them as if they came from someone else far away – but they were not the sounds of protest or disgust, and never once did the words ‘No’ or ‘Stop’ leave my lips, or indeed even cross my mind. I knew perfectly well that a line had been crossed, that this was no longer casual acquaintance but carnal desire, and somewhere in my conscious mind I was fully aware that an adult lesbian was seducing me. I just didn’t care – no, it was more than that: I was filled with excitement and the joy of discovery, and felt that doors hitherto hidden or closed were suddenly opening up for me. I was quite certain that I didn’t want this to end – yes, I was also a bit scared, that’s quite true, but still I was fascinated and eager for more, much much more. The shock of your bold sexual advance made me nearly lose my balance, and I slumped partly forwards. I supported myself upon outstretched arms with the palms of my hands flat on the sand on either side of your shoulders, a position which dangled my breasts above you. For a moment longer you caressed my cunt through my bikini, and then, with a lazy and contented smile, you drew my face down to yours, opened your mouth, and kissed me. The touch of your tongue woke me from my euphoric haze, and I responded passionately. With our mouths locked together, tongues entwining, I lay on top of you with my budding breasts pressing down upon your soft pillowing ones. During this, your hands caressed my shoulders for a moment, and then they slid smoothly down my back and came to rest at my hips. Your fingers hooked into the tiestrings on both sides of my bikini bottom, and then – after the shortest of pauses, during which I made no protest – with a brisk pull you undid them. Indeed, I actually abetted you, by easing my pelvis up a few centimetres, and at once you took the opportunity which this presented to whisk the skimpy piece of orange-and-brown fabric out from between us, casting it unheeded to the side. Your hand slipped between my legs again, and for the very first time another female probed my private places for sexual pleasure. It was mutual, and I moaned in arousal as your fingers rubbed the edges of my slit and your thumb quested for my clitoris. I felt both swollen and open down there at the very same time, with my labia puffing up and pushing outwards, and I was wet in a way that I had never experienced before. I bit my lip, as your caressing of my pussy increased in pace and pressure. Once again you rubbed your knuckle along my slippery widening gash, and my breaths started breaking down into short staccato pants. I didn’t really know what was happening to me, as my thighs clenched and trembled, and hot flushes washed through my stomach and tingles ran up and down my back. I began to grind down against your finger with urgent need, blind instinct having taken over. ‘Oooh! Aah, oh-my-God! Oh fuck! Please, please, yes – YES!’ I cried, pushing against you with frantic thrusts of my hips. ‘Hey, babe’, you murmured with a sultry smile, ‘not so loud!’ Then you made sure of silence by French kissing me again – long, slow and deep. In the midst of this, my body shuddered and I gave a muffled cry, as I crested the hill and came in my first real orgasm; my tentative self-explorations had never triggered anything remotely as explosive as this! Then your hand left my cunt, and I had a momentary pang of regret before I realised your intention. You reached for your own hips and tugged apart the tie knots – quite large ones in thick blue cord – of your bikini, and for a second time, and with equal lack of hesitation, I lifted myself slightly upwards to facilitate your removal of the last remaining scrap of cloth between our bodies – and now both of us were completely naked! With your bikini gone, you arched your hips wide apart and then placed your hands on my ass, pulling my pelvis into the love-hollow that this made. I lay between your legs, wide-eyed and breathless, as you slowly rubbed your pubic mound against mine, labia pressing along labia, pussy abrading soft pussy. I felt as if a fire had been ignited between my legs, and my whole body began to quiver as an intense feeling of sexual lust swiftly mounted. Sensing this, you took a firmer, more assertive grip on my buttocks and held me even more tightly close, as our slippery cunts pressed against each other. I became lost in the moment, enclosed in a little bubble universe of Sapphic sensations. With my eyes tightly shut and breathing in rasping gasps through my nostrils, I gave an escalating burst of sharp squeals as the lower half of me juddered in a second – and even – bigger orgasm. This time, you didn’t stop – and at once I realised why, for your eyes were glazed and your mouth was half-open as you surged towards your own climax. You grip on my ass was like steel, as you clenched one of my buttocks in each hand and then drove my cunt up and down against your own. I was fascinated and thrilled, for I had never before been an object of carnal desire in such a way. You began to moan, and then suddenly your hips were bucking under me and your head went back, pushing your hair into the soft sand. By some divine inspiration, I did the perfect thing – I swooped on your exposed neck and gave you a fierce kiss that was almost a bite. You did not expect such a move, and it took you over the threshold – you gave a broken cry, and suddenly there were extra juices spurting against my cunt in sweet sticky slickness. We were both out of breath and feeling satiated, and for a few moments I lay slumped across your body, so warm and soft and womanly and capable. I revelled in the physical sensations of my pussy mound lying on top of yours and my nipples pressing into your soft chest, and still more in the amazing facts that not only had I been made to come (twice!) but also that I had been responsible – at least indirectly – for an adult woman reaching an orgasm. Quite suddenly, and I think rightly, I felt very grown-up. I knew that I had crossed a frontier and was in new and unknown territory, not just of sexual activity (which would have been remarkable enough) but also of ... lesbianism. I rolled that forbidden term around in my mouth, getting used to it – and I realised that it hardly bothered me at all, in fact it felt wondrously enticing and liberating. I was enraptured by your evident desire for me, and it made me feel so special, so adult and mature. I realised that you probably think I am eighteen or nineteen, as so many people do, and I was certainly not going to tell you that you had seduced a girl who is only just sixteen – you might have got worried and stopped, which was the last thing on earth that I wanted! I was dizzy with excitement and floating with my head in the clouds – and yet, at the same moment, nothing had ever felt so real and true and solid as this. After a moment, you shifted position slightly so that we were both lying on our sides, facing each other and with our arms and legs entwined. Your breasts were now more resting upon mine, and their soft weight was turning me on and setting a hot itch in my vagina. In almost animal response, I tried to ease this by rubbing my pussy against your firm tanned thigh. You chuckled, and said: ‘I remember what it’s like to be a teenager – always horny, and never ever getting enough satisfaction! Well, we’d better do something about that!’ You eased me over, to lie on my back beneath you. I was filled with quivering expectancy as you kissed around the base of my neck, and then lowered your head to nibble on my nipples – aaaahhh! I felt your teeth nipping at my swollen titties, ohh, Christ alive! – I arched my back and spread my hips, feeling so wet down below. I saw your bobbing head of dark hair move further down, and gave a little squeal as your tongue scooped around my belly-button. And then!! Your face reached my pussy, you took my thighs in each hand and spread me even wider apart, and I felt your amazingly flexible tongue thrust into the opening of my vagina. I can recall my thoughts with crystal clarity: ‘Oh! Do people really do that? – mmmm, yes, aahhh! – now I can see why they do! Oooohh, don’t stop, please, mmm, oh yes, please don’t stop – aaaggh ... OOOHH!! I surged to a third climax, sobbing with ecstasy as my buttocks squirmed in the soft fine sand. You held my legs in a firm grip, and your tongue drove into my pussy like a spearpoint. I remember that I closed my eyes as I climaxed, gasping ‘please, oh please, yes, oh, please yes!’ You had a wide grin on your face as your head lifted from between my legs, and I could see the sticky trails of my cunt-juice across your cheeks and chin. You moved back up to lie parallel against me, and idly started to rub my nearest nipple between your thumb and forefinger. My curiosity was now really aroused, and I reached down and gently touched you there. You opened your legs obligingly, and my wondering wandering fingertips traced the lips of your hole, sensed the rubbery soft flesh around your vagina, and felt the sticky slipperiness of your juices. I realised that this was the first time that I had ever touched another person in an intimately sexual way, and shook my head slightly in amazement that another female should be the object of my lust – but I knew, in one of those moments of blinding clarity, those glimpses of one’s future that are a kind of reverse deja-vu, that this was just the first of many, of very many, and that this is now my true road. The insight emboldened me, and I asked – still rather shyly – if I could taste you too, and you gave me a delighted smile and said: ‘sure thing, babe – go for the honeypot!’ Then you added that you would show me how to ‘sixty-nine’, which was much more fun for everyone. So you rolled onto your back and positioned me on top of you, with my pelvis resting on your breasts – your rock-hard tits nestled into the top of my thighs, poking into me, and like a pair of spark-plugs they set my engine racing. My chin was almost resting on your pussy, and you spread your legs invitingly apart. Now I saw your private parts up close like I had never seen any woman’s before – not my own, and certainly not anyone else’s. As I used my fingers to tease your outer and inner labia open, and gazed at the livid flesh of the valley in between, partly a shocking pink and partly a darker purplish colour, I feel that I had been transported to wonderland. Your pussy was so amazing, so fascinating, so endlessly intriguing. You have a sweet musky smell – and, mmm, yes, a lovely sticky salty taste. I was tentative at first, just teasing the tip of my tongue into your slit, and my light feathery touch was ticklish for you, making you give a delightful tremble and a shaky giggle. My legs were spread on either side of your head, and with practiced ease you had placed my cunt just an inch or so above your face. It was my turn to emit a squeak of pleasure, as your tongue quested for my hole once again, and I felt it enter my openness. It was almost as if my lick of your pussy had given you permission, as if you were a well-mannered hostess who waited for the guest to take the first mouthful before eating yourself. Now you made a feast of it, sucking hard on my labia, pulling them into your mouth, and then corkscrewing your tongue into my vaginal opening, diving deep until you came up for a gasp of air. Encouraged by the wild sexual sensations that radiated out from my cunt, I lost my inhibitions and began to lap eagerly along your pussy and to probe it with my fingers. My long blonde hair swept across your open thighs, caressing you as my mouth surged up and down your slit. Your own eyes were riveted on my slim boyish butt – it was the part of me that had attracted you most when you first saw me, and my naked slender frame turned you on like a gushing geyser. You began to groan and shake, and then to beg me stick my tongue in harder and deeper. I did my best – it was hard to concentrate completely on satisfying your needs, because my own body was shaking like a boiler ready to burst from the sexual tension building up inside me. However, I’m not completely ignorant, and I know what a clitoris is and (more or less) where to find it. I knew I had only seconds before I would climax again, and so I went for it with both my mouth and my fingers, squeezing your nub whilst rasping my tongue rapidly across it. You gave a harsh cry, your body bucked violently under me, and your legs arced open as far as they could go. I must be a natural lesbian (a compliment which you sweetly paid me afterwards), for by instinct I sucked your clit between my teeth and simultaneously drove my two longest fingers into your vagina, right up to the knuckles, and then pumped them in and out about half a dozen times, very quickly and very firmly. Your head jerked from side to side, your body lurched upwards – your ass rose several inches clear of the sand, and with my whole weight still laying on top of you! – and you gave a short sequence of barking shrieks, and then a long drawn out shuddering moan as you collapsed back downwards. I was amazed at the results of my novice effort, and felt so proud and adult – and incredibly sexually charged. It only took the insertion of your finger – oh! and then another with it! – into my pussy, and I was moaning towards my own climax. You pushed into me, and my orgasmic cries were mixed with one of surprise from you, as your fingertips encountered the barrier of my hymen. You had not expected that I might still be a virgin (of course, you don’t realise I am only just sixteen), and at once you pulled your fingers out, not wanting to risk rupturing it by mistake – but your fingers rubbing along my vaginal walls on their way out provided the final stimulus, and I came with a flash of blinding, dizzying intensity. We were both out of breath, sweat-soaked, and feeling amazingly satisfied and relaxed. We flopped onto our backs, and I cuddled up against you, my head resting upon your shoulder – which gave me a wonderful close-up view of your nearest breast. You twined my fingers in yours, and then raised my hand to your lips, and thrilled me again by softly kissing along my knuckles and telling me that I was wonderful – you said that I am as good as I look, and that’s the very best. After about an hour of this quiet contentment, I tied my bikini back on and walked around the dunes to where the rest of my family had established themselves for the day. I reassured them that all was well, and told them that I was going for a swim and then back to my ‘special quiet place’ until our agreed rendezvous time for returning to the hotel for dinner. Then, with a wild peal of laughter, I set off sprinting across the wide flat firm sand of the tidal beach – I felt so full of life and energy. The tide was nearly out and there was some distance to go, and my long legs flashed and my blonde mane streamed behind me as I ran diagonally towards where you had plunged in, and were now floating lazily on your back, waiting for me to join you. You stood up as I approached, the sea level with your hips and the water streaming from your shoulders and breasts, and with a happy laugh you applauded as I ran splashing through the waves and took a running dive. We were at least two hundred yards from where my parents were sitting; they would be able to tell that you were female, and so would not worry about what I was up to (oh, how naive – but then, it would not have crossed my mind yesterday either!), but they could not see exactly who you were or what we were doing – I was sure they would assume that I had made friend of around my own age. We swam and splashed each other and laughed, and I tried to take you by surprise by swimming between your legs and pulling your bikini panty off. So, the second time I did this you deliberately let me – catching it with one hand so that it did not float away, and of course you had to do the same for me. No one was anywhere near us, in the sea or on the beach, and for a while we floated on our backs, my head next to your feet, and each of us with a hand slipped between the other’s legs, stroking their pussy until they came. After more childish fun, we slipped the bikini panties back on, and returned to dry land – shaking out our towels and drying our hair as we strolled companionably back through the dunes to the hollow – which I had now privately renamed ‘the valley of love’. Here we spent the remainder of the day – I had some sandwiches and a can of cola in my bag, and you produced some rolls filled with ham and cheese, a couple of apples (almost at the same instant, we both said that maybe bananas would be more useful!), and a bottle of water. We shared all this in an affectionate feast, and afterwards lay down for a lazy siesta in the sun – although you could not resist the temptation to undo the tiestring of my bikini bottom on the side that was nearest to you, slip your hand inside the skimpy triangle of fabric and cup my pussy mound, with your forefinger resting along my damp and sensitive labia and giving me a delightful tingle. As we talked, you said that you had noticed me at the hotel, almost as soon as you arrived three days ago. You were standing near the reception counter, waiting to check in, and I strode through the lobby – I was wearing only this bikini and a short light beach robe which was unbelted and hanging open, giving a full view of my figure. I caught your eye at once, with my long legs, tight slim ass, slender body and jutting teenage titties – I am just the type that turns you on the most, because like many dark-haired women of medium height, a tall leggy blonde is what really gets your juices spurting. You said that in my orange-and-brown bikini I reminded you of a leopard, lithe and supple, full of coiled energy as I stalked across the tiled floor to the lifts. I was so flattered, and I replied that I would gladly be a cat for you, any time that you fancy a little pussy, and I promised not to scratch – unless you wanted me to, of course! We both laughed, and you kissed me, and then licked my nipples and stroked my gash, teasing your finger in until once again it gently bumped against my hymen. You continued that you had a confession to make – that this was no chance meeting today. As soon as you saw me that first time, you could not get me out of your mind, and you were consumed by the desire to have me. Somehow, there was something, maybe in my posture or a look in my eye, that made you feel sure that I was – or might become – bisexual or perhaps even wholly lesbian. That first night, you saw me at dinner with my family, and realised that you could not approach me whilst I was with them – you were so frustrated, and went up to your room and fucked yourself with your vibrator whilst picturing my body in your mind. Then, yesterday, from your balcony you saw us heading down to the beach, but by the time you were able to follow I had completely disappeared from view – your frustration was even greater, as you realised I had gone off on my own, and you were missing the chance to accost me. You guessed that I might have gone into the nearby small resort town, and you tramped all of its streets and looked in all the shops (you were buoyed up by fantasising that maybe I was trying on bikinis, and you could do the same, perhaps get the next stall in the changing room, and seduce me there), but to no avail – so it was back for a long swim in the hotel pool to work off your sexual heat, and then so much use of your vibrator that you ran the battery right down! This morning, you were ready, up early and sitting unobtrusively under the shade of a tree near the hotel’s main entrance. You followed at a cautious distance (I certainly never noticed you), and saw my family walk along the beach for several hundred yards to its quietest end, and set up our things. You settled at the top of a sand dune some distance away, and watched me through your binoculars – you were prepared this time, like the good Girl Scout you used to be (that’s where you became a lesbian and had your first fucks, but you’ll tell me all those stories later). After twenty minutes, you were delighted to see me gather up my beach bag and towel, wave to my folks, and set off even further away from other people and then turn into the dunes. You saw enough to know roughly where I had gone to ground, gave me another thirty minutes to settle in – and then came to me like a honey bee to the freshly-opening flower. I was thrilled by these admissions – they didn’t (as you had feared) put me off in the slightest, far from it. To be an object of such passion and desire, to be stalked in this way, to be hunted to my lair and taken there – it makes me feel wonderful, that I am a treasure you have found, now that X marks my spot (or rather V, for my vagina is your booty, and my virginity is the pearl beyond price that I am going to present to you). I was now quite determined upon this, and I rolled you onto your back with sudden glee, straddling you and dropping my cunt onto your laughing face. Then I told you that I wanted you to take me, to be my first, to be my lesbian tutor and mistress, and to teach me how a grown woman gives pleasure to another. You gasped with surprise and joy, for this gave you as big a thrill as those which you had given me on this never-to-be-forgotten day. You said not here and now – it was too public, we had run enough risks already, and taking my virginity was not a thing to be rushed, but to be savoured and every last second of it enjoyed. So we made our plan, and this evening, after my parents have said goodnight to me in my single room (they have a double, and my brothers share a twin, but I’m too old to be in with either and so have my own room – thank the good Lord!), I will pretend to go to sleep – but actually I will take a hot bath with my sweetest-scented bubble-lotion, wash and dry my hair, put on my prettiest pink lace bra and panties, cover over with my dressing robe, and slip along to your room. With admirable forethought, you have a double-bedroom all of your own, and you will be waiting for my soft knock at 11.00 p.m. You whisper to me that you will wear your scarlet basque with lace demi-cups, and its matching stockings and open-crotch satin panties, and I nearly climax again just from picturing you in such attire. You promise that you will have a bottle of the finest champagne chilled in an ice bucket, and we will toast my becoming not just a woman – but a lesbian as well. Oooh, I can’t wait ... so until then, please, eat me out again!! If you enjoyed this, check out my other stories ... you might like them too ... (to find them, follow the author link at the top of this story)

I was standing in the living room of my apartment. It was a Friday afternoon, and my classes had ended for the day. Of course, this meant that I would be spending a lot of quality time with my roommate this weekend. My roommate, Terri, was kneeling in front of me, naked and ready to serve. Just to think, only a few weeks ago, her name was Tim. Tim was an arrogant asshole that didn't really have any idea of what the real world was like. Seeing as he was a sexist and a racist, as well as all the other negative terms I could use to describe someone, I decided to teach him a lesson. Well, I'd say it turned out pretty well. Now, she was on her way to becoming my own little sissy slave. ===== "Terri, do you remember what I told you?" I questioned. "Y-yes, you told me that I always had to be back here by 3:00 pm on the weekdays..." her voice trailed off. "And what time did you get back today?" "U-um... I believe I got back a-at about..." her high-pitched voice trailed off once again, "3:20, master." I sighed deeply, so as to exaggerate my disappointment. Well, at least she remembered to call me 'master'. I smiled at the thought of her seeing me as her owner. I looked down at her small cock, encased by the chastity cage I got for her. It rested in between her smooth thighs, which I'd commanded her to always keep shaven, which I was glad to see she'd been doing. "I think I need to start punishing you for getting back so late everyday. You've been getting better, but you're still breaking my rules." I was hoping to play on her emotions a little bit. I was hoping that she was still hesitant about this whole thing so I could really break it into her. "You do want to be a good little sissy slut for me, right?" She hesitated to answer, "I-I... y-yes, I want to be good... and I promise I won't be late again, master. Please don't punish me..." I didn't buy it. "Stand up," I commanded. She immediately rose to her feet. Looking down at her, she was almost a foot shorter than me, and her body looked just like a girl's, despite being genetically male. If you didn't see what I liked the call her little clitty, then you would assume she was a girl. I walked over to the couch and sat down, pulling Terri along with me. I roughly pulled her down so that she was bent over my knees, with her bare ass on my right and her head on my left. I placed her in the classic spanking position. I told her, "From now on, I'm going to give you one spank for every minute you're late. So start counting." "W-wait, master..." she started, but was cut off by my sharp smack on her right ass cheek. "Ah!" "Start counting, slut!" I commanded. "Please, it hurts, I promise I won't be late again!" she begged. "Good, I hope you can keep that promise." I didn't stop, though. I smacked her hard on the left cheek this time. "But if you don't start counting, I'll lose track and I'll have to restart!" I raised my right arm and brought it down on her right cheek once again. "Three! That's three!" She screamed. I continued spanking her, alternating from side to side, until Terri managed to count to twenty in between screams and sobs. Watching her porcelain ass jiggling and slowly turning red was getting me turned on. I rubbed my hand over her smooth, round ass that looked just like a girl's. At a certain angle it even looked like she had tits. I also told her to start growing out the hair on her head, so it was definitely believable. However, she was still able to hide it during her classes and still acted like the old Tim when in public. But that's what I liked about it. It was our little secret. After we finished, Terri got off of me and stood up, wincing. I stood up as well, and I could see that she had actually gotten hard from that. "It seems your little clitty enjoyed that spanking," I teased. I loved seeing the humiliation in her face when I called it her 'clitty'. And since I've always kept it trapped in the chastity cage, she rarely got any release, making it so easy to turn her on. "When was the last time you got to cum, Terri?" I asked. "L-last Wednesday..." she responded, "That was the only time I got to cum with this cage on..." "Would you like me to let you cum today, Terri?" "Y-yes, master..." she whispered. I chuckled. "Well, how do you suppose we go about that?" She hated this part. I'd only let her cum once with that cage on, and it was after I'd fucked her hard enough that she got stimulated enough to cum with the cage on. "I want you to... f-fuck me... in the ass, master..." she whispered. "You know, you really need to start talking louder, Terri. If you want something, then just say it!" I commanded. "I want you to fuck me, master! Like how you did it the last time!" "Mmm... no," I responded. Despite being horny as hell, I had other plans for her. I ignored her pleas and complaints and resisted my own urges. Instead, I commanded Terri to go to her room and look in her closet. When she came back, she was holding a slutty French maid outfit. I had to laugh aloud at that. Her face turned bright red in defiance. "I...I..." she stuttered. It seemed Terri didn't even know what to say. But I could tell she didn't want to put the outfit on. Not without a little bit of a push, at least. "Well, then I guess I won't fuck you in the ass like you wanted me to," I shrugged my shoulders. "You're naked anyways, you might as well put it on." Her face turned red while she stood there, fuming. After a few moments, she put the outfit on. She walked up to me and stated her demand once again. "Please, master, let me cum!" She begged. I pushed her down to her knees. "You'll have to do what I tell you first." I quickly unzipped my jeans and dropped them down my legs. I released my hard cock from my boxers, and it sprung out in front of Terri's face. She'd gotten used to this already. If she wanted to be pleased, then she would have to please me first. As I'd done many times before, I pushed my throbbing member into Terri's waiting mouth. I closed my eyes and groaned as her warm lips took my cock in. In one stroke, Terri pushed my cock as far into her mouth as she could. Her nose was almost touching my pubic hairs above my cock. After the few weeks that she'd been doing this, she learned that the quickest way to get me to cum was to suck in her cheeks and wrap her tight throat around the tip of the cock. And she'd gotten really good at it. I rested my hands on the back of her head and let her pleasure me. I loved hearing her gag every time she buried my cock as deep into her throat as she could. She also used her tongue, flicking it back and forth along the bottom of my cock. I started thrusting with my hips in an attempt to get my cock even deeper into her. Terri's eyes started to tear up as I got rougher with her. Her gags became louder and more frequent, and her face turned red. Spit flew out of her mouth every time I thrust into her throat. As I felt the familiar tingling in my balls, I pulled out of her mouth and gripped my cock in my hand, rapidly jacking myself off. I launched several ropes of cum onto Terri's face. Each spurt caused Terri to flinch and move her head back, but she stayed right where she was. After her face was dripping with my cum, she opened one eye. She took my cock with one hand and guided it to her mouth so she could milk out the rest of the cum in my cock. She wrapped her lips around my tip and lightly squeezed my cock. I never even had to tell her to do that, she just learned to do it herself. It seemed my little sissy slut was getting used to her role. I pulled my softening member out of her mouth. I could see Terri's excitement, even though she tried to conceal it. Her disappointment was even more visible when I pulled my pants back up. "Master, I thought you were going to let me cum," she complained, remaining on her knees. "Oh don't worry, Terri, I plan on doing just that. But I'm going to need a few minutes before that, so I think I'm going to teach you something new today," I responded. "W-what are you teaching me, Master?" She looked curious and slightly afraid. "Don't worry, it's nothing bad," I assured her. "At least, I don't think it's a very big deal. I just want you to learn how to clean up around here." I emphasized those last four words. As Tim, she never cleaned up after herself and even hired a maid at one point. So, with the sexy French maid outfit I bought her, I figured it was the perfect time to teach her some basic housework. "I... I never cleaned anything before..." Terri admitted. Well, I already knew that. "Then I think it's time for you to learn some basic homemaking skills, Terri." I patted her on the head, then told her to stand up. "I'll give you your reward if you do a good job." ===== I spent the next hour or so watching Terri figure out how to sweep the floors, make our beds, and even clean furniture. To be honest, a lot of the things were pointless. It was mostly to see her try and reach high shelves to dust books or random decorations. Besides, it wasn't too boring for me. I'd bought a remote-controlled vibrating buttplug that I made Terri wear. For the most part, I had it on the lowest vibration setting, but whenever she slacked off, I turned it higher. It wasn't long before I saw precum dripping from Terri's chastity cage. The last thing I made Terri do was wash the dishes. She stood in the kitchen, wearing her now slightly dusty maid outfit and large, yellow rubber gloves learning how to wash dishes. She was tiptoeing to reach into the sink, which gave me a great view of her ass, which was exposed under the short skirt of the maid outfit. She seemed to be learning quickly and working hard, but I still decided to raise the speed of the vibration in her buttplug anyways. I felt my cock stirring as I watched Terri try to work with the distraction. Within a minute of having the vibrator on the highest setting, I saw another line of clear precum dripping from Terri's cage. It seemed she was getting the hang of washing dishes, and I couldn't hold back any longer. I decided to give Terri her reward a little early. I turned the vibrator off, which was a welcome surprise for Terri, who seemed to regain a little bit of her strength. I quietly took my jeans and boxers off. I admired Terri's ass for a little bit, then walked up behind her. I quickly pulled the buttplug out and rested my hard cock between her ass cheeks. She stopped washing the dishes and seemed to tense up. "I didn't tell you to stop, sissy," I whispered into her ear from behind. "I just decided that you've been doing a good job and I'll give you your reward while you're still working." I put the vibrator in front of Terri and stuck it in her mouth, which made her gag a little. I grabbed Terri's ass cheeks and started massaging them and feeling them relax. Once she seemed to be comfortable again, I placed the tip of my cock and her asshole and thrust into her. "Ohh!" She moaned through the plug in her mouth. She stopped working, but quickly resumed her scrubbing. I wrapped my hands around Terri's flat stomach and pulled her hips into me, causing her to tiptoe more to bring her ass up to the height of my cock. She was almost off the ground, just balancing on the kitchen counter. I slowly pulled my cock out, savoring the feeling of the muscles in Terri's ass clenching around my hard cock. I thrust back into her ass, aiming downwards. Even if she looked like a girl, she still had a prostate. It seemed I was really making her hot. She was breathing hard through her nose and her jaw was clenched tightly around the buttplug in her mouth. But through all that, she was still washing the dishes. There were only 2 or 3 plates left in the sink, but she'd been working on the same plate since I started fucking her. I chuckled at that. "Terri, it looks like you're about to break that plate," I taunted her. She shakily put the plate on the rack and started on the next one as I slowly pulled my cock out of her and rammed it in hard again and again. Surprisingly, she managed to finish washing everything. She removed her gloves and washed her hands as I fucked her harder and harder. After she dried her hands on a paper towel, she gripped the kitchen counter hard. "You've done a good job, Terri," I whispered and pulled the buttplug out of her mouth, placing it on the counter. "T-thank you, Master," she panted. I picked up the pace. I fucked her faster while continuing to aim at her prostate. To my surprise, Terri started to bounce back against me. Every time I fucked her before this, Terri didn't move at all. Now, she took it upon herself to fuck me and try to make herself cum. The cage around her little clitty jangled as I rammed my cock in and out of her. I reached my hand around to grab her neck, choking her lightly while pulling her whole body close to me. Our thrusts synced up, with Terri moaning every time I rammed deep inside her. I didn't know how long it was, but the only sound in the room for a while was the sound of flesh slapping flesh. The air was filled with the smell of lust and desire. "Don't you love being my sissy?" I asked her. "Yes, Master!" She screamed as she bounced on my cock. "Tell me, don't just answer my question!" I wanted her to say it herself. "I love being your sissy! I wanna be your sissy slave forever!" She screamed it loudly in between pants and moans. After saying that, Terri immediately tensed up, regretting what she said. But she was too horny to care. She continued to thrust into me, seemingly forgetting what she had just said a moment earlier. "Oh, fuck, Master," Terri moaned, "I'm gonna cum!" As she said that, I felt the muscles in her ass convulse. Fuck, I was going to cum, too. Terri was fucking me even faster than before. She angled herself so that my cock perfectly hit her prostate every time. Eventually, she slammed her ass into my cock and held it there and she screamed in pleasure. "Oh fuck!" She squealed. Just like the first time I let her cum in the cage, she shot a little spurt of cum, followed by a few more, then a small but steady flow, dripping down her little clitty and onto the floor. Her asshole clenched around my cock enough that it brought me to my climax as well. Even though I came just over an hour ago, I released multiple thick ropes of cum into Terri's battered asshole. "Mmm, that was fucking amazing. Don't you like being a good sissy?" I asked quietly. "Y-yes, Master," she whimpered. We stayed liked that for a little while. My cock slowly shrunk out of her asshole and I pulled away. We were both breathing heavily, though Terri was much more tired than I was. It seemed she had a moment of clarity after she came down from her high. She grimaced in horror at what she had just said and done. However, the expression on her face slowly disappeared as she turned around. She was unable to look at me, though. I put my finger under her chin and tilted it upwards so that I was looking into her eyes. "You've been a very good sissy, Terri," I assured her. "T-thank you, Master," she responded. "I'll keep in mind what you said, Terri. About you being my sissy slave forever," I smirked. Her face turned bright red and she darted her eyes away. She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. I had finally accomplished my goal. I've turned my roommate into a mindless sissy slut.

The next week, Steve had anticipated taking things even further, and thus had prepared the set for such indecent activities. Simon returned the next week with a concerned look on his face, which Steve was happy to see. “I’m really starving,” Simon explained. “I need more money this time too.” “There is one thing we can do that would make a boatload of money, but only if you really need it,” Steve suggested, knowing Simon would have to say yes. Simon nodded hesitantly, evidently afraid of what was to come. He was still somewhat surprised at his own willingness to agree to essentially sell his body for food, but knew he had to if he wanted to survive. “Strip,” ordered Steve. Shaking slightly, the teen dutifully removed his clothes until he stood completely naked in front of the cameras. He handed Simon’s clothes off, where his underwear was passed around, later to be used to absorb the videographers’ cum. From backstage, Steve was handed several items that confused Simon: a pair of handcuffs, collar, and another metal form Simon could not imagine a use for. “Put your hands behind your head” Steve commanded. The boy obliged, and Steve expertfully cuffed them together, leaving Simon completely vulnerable. Stepping forward, Steve reached to put the collar around Simon’s neck, and the teen finally began to gain a sense of what was going to happen. Pulling him by the leash on the collar, Steve pulled the bound slaveboy forward to a spot where a metal saddle supported by a beam protruded from the ground. Once Simon stood over the saddle, he yanked Simon’s collar, forcing him to bend over the metal seat and attached his collar to a base at the bottom. With his hands still bound behind his back, Steve attached the teen’s ankles to metal loops on the floor. Then Steve looped a rope through a slit in the boy’s collar and tossed it overhead, attaching it to a hook from the ceiling and lifting Simon’s head up. The boy now bent over and ready for action, Steve finished by pulling the metal gag through Simon’s mouth and attaching it to the collar around his neck, forcing his lips to spread and opening his mouth. Finally, he placed a blindfold around his head. Admiring the bound and naked teen, Steve couldn’t help himself from sticking a couple fingers into Simon’s mouth and feeling deep into his throat. With his other hand he delivered some slaps across the boy’s ass, and slid his finger up and down along his crack, making sure to push against the teen’s cock-sleeve. Next, he took a jar of peanut butter and spooned generous amounts in and around the teen’s tender hole. He made sure all sides of the boy’s little starfish were covered evenly, and stuck a good amount inside him, too. The cool, sticky substance enlivened the teen, arousing him and causing his cute dick to swell. “Release them.” Steve dictated. With that, Simon heard the sounds of heavy chains and savage panting. Within seconds, a wet tongue began exploring his asshole, licking up the peanut butter. The smells now surrounding him made it abundantly clear: these were not humans. Wanting to leave no peanut butter to waste, the dog’s tongue flickered in and out of his boypussy, enticing several moans from the restrained teen. A second tongue joined the first, readying his hole with slick saliva. The dogs fought for access to the teen’s peanut butter filled ass, both snaking into his boypussy to lick up all of the goodness. Once all had been consumed and the boy’s hole was glistening with dog spit, Steve repositioned the dogs so one was in front and one behind. Simon felt paws on his back, and then another pair on his butt. Then, a new sort of extremity brushed against his asshole. The dog behind him thrusted forward, and Simon felt its unsheathed cock ride between his ass cheeks and onto his lower back. After making many failed attempts to penetrate the boy’s awaiting hole, Steve helped guide the member into place. Simon yelped as the cock was rammed up his ass, but it was cut short as another was stuffed down his throat. The two canines thrusted mercifulessly, wanting nothing but to fuck the boy’s front and back and shoot their sperm into his protesting holes. The teen felt the cock in his ass grow at the base, and it seemed like he was being torn apart from the inside. Meanwhile, he tried swallowing around the rod blocking his throat, while trying to breathe around it. The taste was foreign, and the texture different to the experiences the boy had had just last week. However, nothing could stick in his mind besides the encompassing feelings of being devastatingly fucked in the mouth and ass. Despite already having lost his anal virginity, his ass was so tight and the canine cock so thick that his boypussy lips wrapped tightly around the intruding member, almost threatening to keep the cock within him forever. As a result, the sensations were heightened for both, and the animal sped up its movement in anticipation of a climax. At the same time, he gagged around the cock down his throat, struggling to breathe with the massive rod slipping in and out of his mouth. His jaw held open by the gag, the dog fucked the teen’s mouth relentlessly, eager to release its awaiting juices. Knowing this would generate the most revenue of all of the videos they had shot, Steve had made sure that cameras were positioned to capture the cocks flying in and out of the boy’s holes from every angle. After the boy’s savage fucking had seemed to go on for ages, he felt the cock in his ass swell and twitch as a full load of dog cum was deposited deep in his bowels. Still knotted, the cock slowly shrunk until the dog was able to pull out, causing the teen to scream around the cock still in his mouth. His gaping hole now unplugged, some of the watery fluids escaped, running down his taint and balls and along his thighs. Finally, the other dog came to orgasm, just as Simon felt he was about to pass out, shooting its cum down the boys throat. After the beast pulled out the teen was left panting to catch his breath, unaware that the aftermath of this humiliating event was being captured by multiple video cameras. Filled to the brim with canine sperm and still bound over the saddle with his mouth held open, Steve took a moment to admire his work and the savage beauty of the now recovering boy. He watched as the teen’s boypussy blinked in and out, cum continuing to dribble out of the well-fucked hole. He imagined the cum currently in the teen’s throat making its way into his stomach, marking his once pristine young body with wild sperm. Eventually, he ungagged the boy, too exhausted to speak and slack jawed, then unzipped his pants and pulled out his enlarged cock. He placed it onto the boy’s tongue, slapping it several times before grabbing the teen’s head and sliding his cock all the way in. Once his balls rested against the teen’s chin, he slowly pulled out, only to thrust back in, enjoying the well-lubricated hole. Simon was too spent to protest, allowing Steve to ram his cock as deep into the boy as he wanted. After a few pumps, he grabbed his cock and shot his load all over the teen’s face. While his nose and cheeks were painted with slimy cum, Steve had to catch several drops making their way down the boy’s chin and wipe his finger on the teen’s tongue. After making sure to record his current state once again, he removed the collar and cuffs and hoisted the tired teen to his feet. “What a great little slut you are,” Steve said endearingly. Pulling Simon around his waist and walking backstage, the boy struggled to retain his footing. Steve noticed cum was still dribbling out of the teen’s ass, and he wondered just how much was still inside of him. He helped the boy into his clothes, grinning as he pulled the boy’s underwear—soaked in the loads of all those who helped capture the moment—up until it was riding between his ass cheeks. With a slap on his butt, he set him on his way, smiling as his cum-covered face set off home.

The next week, Steve had anticipated taking things even further, and thus had prepared the set for such indecent activities. Simon returned the next week with a concerned look on his face, which Steve was happy to see. “I’m really starving,” Simon explained. “I need more money this time too.” “There is one thing we can do that would make a boatload of money, but only if you really need it,” Steve suggested, knowing Simon would have to say yes. Simon nodded hesitantly, evidently afraid of what was to come. He was still somewhat surprised at his own willingness to agree to essentially sell his body for food, but knew he had to if he wanted to survive. “Strip,” ordered Steve. Shaking slightly, the teen dutifully removed his clothes until he stood completely naked in front of the cameras. He handed Simon’s clothes off, where his underwear was passed around, later to be used to absorb the videographers’ cum. From backstage, Steve was handed several items that confused Simon: a pair of handcuffs, collar, and another metal form Simon could not imagine a use for. “Put your hands behind your head” Steve commanded. The boy obliged, and Steve expertfully cuffed them together, leaving Simon completely vulnerable. Stepping forward, Steve reached to put the collar around Simon’s neck, and the teen finally began to gain a sense of what was going to happen. Pulling him by the leash on the collar, Steve pulled the bound slaveboy forward to a spot where a metal saddle supported by a beam protruded from the ground. Once Simon stood over the saddle, he yanked Simon’s collar, forcing him to bend over the metal seat and attached his collar to a base at the bottom. With his hands still bound behind his back, Steve attached the teen’s ankles to metal loops on the floor. Then Steve looped a rope through a slit in the boy’s collar and tossed it overhead, attaching it to a hook from the ceiling and lifting Simon’s head up. The boy now bent over and ready for action, Steve finished by pulling the metal gag through Simon’s mouth and attaching it to the collar around his neck, forcing his lips to spread and opening his mouth. Finally, he placed a blindfold around his head. Admiring the bound and naked teen, Steve couldn’t help himself from sticking a couple fingers into Simon’s mouth and feeling deep into his throat. With his other hand he delivered some slaps across the boy’s ass, and slid his finger up and down along his crack, making sure to push against the teen’s cock-sleeve. Next, he took a jar of peanut butter and spooned generous amounts in and around the teen’s tender hole. He made sure all sides of the boy’s little starfish were covered evenly, and stuck a good amount inside him, too. The cool, sticky substance enlivened the teen, arousing him and causing his cute dick to swell. “Release them.” Steve dictated. With that, Simon heard the sounds of heavy chains and savage panting. Within seconds, a wet tongue began exploring his asshole, licking up the peanut butter. The smells now surrounding him made it abundantly clear: these were not humans. Wanting to leave no peanut butter to waste, the dog’s tongue flickered in and out of his boypussy, enticing several moans from the restrained teen. A second tongue joined the first, readying his hole with slick saliva. The dogs fought for access to the teen’s peanut butter filled ass, both snaking into his boypussy to lick up all of the goodness. Once all had been consumed and the boy’s hole was glistening with dog spit, Steve repositioned the dogs so one was in front and one behind. Simon felt paws on his back, and then another pair on his butt. Then, a new sort of extremity brushed against his asshole. The dog behind him thrusted forward, and Simon felt its unsheathed cock ride between his ass cheeks and onto his lower back. After making many failed attempts to penetrate the boy’s awaiting hole, Steve helped guide the member into place. Simon yelped as the cock was rammed up his ass, but it was cut short as another was stuffed down his throat. The two canines thrusted mercifulessly, wanting nothing but to fuck the boy’s front and back and shoot their sperm into his protesting holes. The teen felt the cock in his ass grow at the base, and it seemed like he was being torn apart from the inside. Meanwhile, he tried swallowing around the rod blocking his throat, while trying to breathe around it. The taste was foreign, and the texture different to the experiences the boy had had just last week. However, nothing could stick in his mind besides the encompassing feelings of being devastatingly fucked in the mouth and ass. Despite already having lost his anal virginity, his ass was so tight and the canine cock so thick that his boypussy lips wrapped tightly around the intruding member, almost threatening to keep the cock within him forever. As a result, the sensations were heightened for both, and the animal sped up its movement in anticipation of a climax. At the same time, he gagged around the cock down his throat, struggling to breathe with the massive rod slipping in and out of his mouth. His jaw held open by the gag, the dog fucked the teen’s mouth relentlessly, eager to release its awaiting juices. Knowing this would generate the most revenue of all of the videos they had shot, Steve had made sure that cameras were positioned to capture the cocks flying in and out of the boy’s holes from every angle. After the boy’s savage fucking had seemed to go on for ages, he felt the cock in his ass swell and twitch as a full load of dog cum was deposited deep in his bowels. Still knotted, the cock slowly shrunk until the dog was able to pull out, causing the teen to scream around the cock still in his mouth. His gaping hole now unplugged, some of the watery fluids escaped, running down his taint and balls and along his thighs. Finally, the other dog came to orgasm, just as Simon felt he was about to pass out, shooting its cum down the boys throat. After the beast pulled out the teen was left panting to catch his breath, unaware that the aftermath of this humiliating event was being captured by multiple video cameras. Filled to the brim with canine sperm and still bound over the saddle with his mouth held open, Steve took a moment to admire his work and the savage beauty of the now recovering boy. He watched as the teen’s boypussy blinked in and out, cum continuing to dribble out of the well-fucked hole. He imagined the cum currently in the teen’s throat making its way into his stomach, marking his once pristine young body with wild sperm. Eventually, he ungagged the boy, too exhausted to speak and slack jawed, then unzipped his pants and pulled out his enlarged cock. He placed it onto the boy’s tongue, slapping it several times before grabbing the teen’s head and sliding his cock all the way in. Once his balls rested against the teen’s chin, he slowly pulled out, only to thrust back in, enjoying the well-lubricated hole. Simon was too spent to protest, allowing Steve to ram his cock as deep into the boy as he wanted. After a few pumps, he grabbed his cock and shot his load all over the teen’s face. While his nose and cheeks were painted with slimy cum, Steve had to catch several drops making their way down the boy’s chin and wipe his finger on the teen’s tongue. After making sure to record his current state once again, he removed the collar and cuffs and hoisted the tired teen to his feet. “What a great little slut you are,” Steve said endearingly. Pulling Simon around his waist and walking backstage, the boy struggled to retain his footing. Steve noticed cum was still dribbling out of the teen’s ass, and he wondered just how much was still inside of him. He helped the boy into his clothes, grinning as he pulled the boy’s underwear—soaked in the loads of all those who helped capture the moment—up until it was riding between his ass cheeks. With a slap on his butt, he set him on his way, smiling as his cum-covered face set off home.

The next week, Steve had anticipated taking things even further, and thus had prepared the set for such indecent activities. Simon returned the next week with a concerned look on his face, which Steve was happy to see. “I’m really starving,” Simon explained. “I need more money this time too.” “There is one thing we can do that would make a boatload of money, but only if you really need it,” Steve suggested, knowing Simon would have to say yes. Simon nodded hesitantly, evidently afraid of what was to come. He was still somewhat surprised at his own willingness to agree to essentially sell his body for food, but knew he had to if he wanted to survive. “Strip,” ordered Steve. Shaking slightly, the teen dutifully removed his clothes until he stood completely naked in front of the cameras. He handed Simon’s clothes off, where his underwear was passed around, later to be used to absorb the videographers’ cum. From backstage, Steve was handed several items that confused Simon: a pair of handcuffs, collar, and another metal form Simon could not imagine a use for. “Put your hands behind your head” Steve commanded. The boy obliged, and Steve expertfully cuffed them together, leaving Simon completely vulnerable. Stepping forward, Steve reached to put the collar around Simon’s neck, and the teen finally began to gain a sense of what was going to happen. Pulling him by the leash on the collar, Steve pulled the bound slaveboy forward to a spot where a metal saddle supported by a beam protruded from the ground. Once Simon stood over the saddle, he yanked Simon’s collar, forcing him to bend over the metal seat and attached his collar to a base at the bottom. With his hands still bound behind his back, Steve attached the teen’s ankles to metal loops on the floor. Then Steve looped a rope through a slit in the boy’s collar and tossed it overhead, attaching it to a hook from the ceiling and lifting Simon’s head up. The boy now bent over and ready for action, Steve finished by pulling the metal gag through Simon’s mouth and attaching it to the collar around his neck, forcing his lips to spread and opening his mouth. Finally, he placed a blindfold around his head. Admiring the bound and naked teen, Steve couldn’t help himself from sticking a couple fingers into Simon’s mouth and feeling deep into his throat. With his other hand he delivered some slaps across the boy’s ass, and slid his finger up and down along his crack, making sure to push against the teen’s cock-sleeve. Next, he took a jar of peanut butter and spooned generous amounts in and around the teen’s tender hole. He made sure all sides of the boy’s little starfish were covered evenly, and stuck a good amount inside him, too. The cool, sticky substance enlivened the teen, arousing him and causing his cute dick to swell. “Release them.” Steve dictated. With that, Simon heard the sounds of heavy chains and savage panting. Within seconds, a wet tongue began exploring his asshole, licking up the peanut butter. The smells now surrounding him made it abundantly clear: these were not humans. Wanting to leave no peanut butter to waste, the dog’s tongue flickered in and out of his boypussy, enticing several moans from the restrained teen. A second tongue joined the first, readying his hole with slick saliva. The dogs fought for access to the teen’s peanut butter filled ass, both snaking into his boypussy to lick up all of the goodness. Once all had been consumed and the boy’s hole was glistening with dog spit, Steve repositioned the dogs so one was in front and one behind. Simon felt paws on his back, and then another pair on his butt. Then, a new sort of extremity brushed against his asshole. The dog behind him thrusted forward, and Simon felt its unsheathed cock ride between his ass cheeks and onto his lower back. After making many failed attempts to penetrate the boy’s awaiting hole, Steve helped guide the member into place. Simon yelped as the cock was rammed up his ass, but it was cut short as another was stuffed down his throat. The two canines thrusted mercifulessly, wanting nothing but to fuck the boy’s front and back and shoot their sperm into his protesting holes. The teen felt the cock in his ass grow at the base, and it seemed like he was being torn apart from the inside. Meanwhile, he tried swallowing around the rod blocking his throat, while trying to breathe around it. The taste was foreign, and the texture different to the experiences the boy had had just last week. However, nothing could stick in his mind besides the encompassing feelings of being devastatingly fucked in the mouth and ass. Despite already having lost his anal virginity, his ass was so tight and the canine cock so thick that his boypussy lips wrapped tightly around the intruding member, almost threatening to keep the cock within him forever. As a result, the sensations were heightened for both, and the animal sped up its movement in anticipation of a climax. At the same time, he gagged around the cock down his throat, struggling to breathe with the massive rod slipping in and out of his mouth. His jaw held open by the gag, the dog fucked the teen’s mouth relentlessly, eager to release its awaiting juices. Knowing this would generate the most revenue of all of the videos they had shot, Steve had made sure that cameras were positioned to capture the cocks flying in and out of the boy’s holes from every angle. After the boy’s savage fucking had seemed to go on for ages, he felt the cock in his ass swell and twitch as a full load of dog cum was deposited deep in his bowels. Still knotted, the cock slowly shrunk until the dog was able to pull out, causing the teen to scream around the cock still in his mouth. His gaping hole now unplugged, some of the watery fluids escaped, running down his taint and balls and along his thighs. Finally, the other dog came to orgasm, just as Simon felt he was about to pass out, shooting its cum down the boys throat. After the beast pulled out the teen was left panting to catch his breath, unaware that the aftermath of this humiliating event was being captured by multiple video cameras. Filled to the brim with canine sperm and still bound over the saddle with his mouth held open, Steve took a moment to admire his work and the savage beauty of the now recovering boy. He watched as the teen’s boypussy blinked in and out, cum continuing to dribble out of the well-fucked hole. He imagined the cum currently in the teen’s throat making its way into his stomach, marking his once pristine young body with wild sperm. Eventually, he ungagged the boy, too exhausted to speak and slack jawed, then unzipped his pants and pulled out his enlarged cock. He placed it onto the boy’s tongue, slapping it several times before grabbing the teen’s head and sliding his cock all the way in. Once his balls rested against the teen’s chin, he slowly pulled out, only to thrust back in, enjoying the well-lubricated hole. Simon was too spent to protest, allowing Steve to ram his cock as deep into the boy as he wanted. After a few pumps, he grabbed his cock and shot his load all over the teen’s face. While his nose and cheeks were painted with slimy cum, Steve had to catch several drops making their way down the boy’s chin and wipe his finger on the teen’s tongue. After making sure to record his current state once again, he removed the collar and cuffs and hoisted the tired teen to his feet. “What a great little slut you are,” Steve said endearingly. Pulling Simon around his waist and walking backstage, the boy struggled to retain his footing. Steve noticed cum was still dribbling out of the teen’s ass, and he wondered just how much was still inside of him. He helped the boy into his clothes, grinning as he pulled the boy’s underwear—soaked in the loads of all those who helped capture the moment—up until it was riding between his ass cheeks. With a slap on his butt, he set him on his way, smiling as his cum-covered face set off home.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2009 Low grey storm clouds were scudding across the sky above the slate roofs of the ‘New Town’ district of Edinburgh. They matched Veronica’s temper, as she paced the living-room floor of the two-bedroom apartment, in a foul mood which she was working up into an even fouler one. The flat was very well situated, occupying the top floor of a converted 1820s town house in an elegant street near Charlotte Square. Veronica had been renting it for just over two years, since graduating from Edinburgh University and getting a job with a company which had its head office in the city. She was now nearly twenty-four years old, and had begun to feel that she was stuck in a rut, that her life was passing by without actually going anywhere. Even the view across the rooftops to the ancient castle on its rocky crag, a sight which usually she enjoyed, was having no ameliorative effect today. Veronica had originally rented the flat with one of her closest university friends, and had continued a kind of student lifestyle. Even though they were both working in quite demanding jobs, they still went out a lot with their former university friends, many of whom also remained in the city. However, her friend had been offered a promotion too good to refuse but which entailed a transfer to Glasgow, and so had moved out. Veronica had passed around the word that she was in need of a new (female) flat-mate amongst her social circle and work colleagues (a better and safer method than advertising and taking in a complete stranger). There were two or three enquiries, and, after considering these, she had offered the empty bedroom to Kyla, who was the friend of a woman at work. Veronica did not know Kyla well, having only met her in fleeting encounters at a few parties, but she seemed to be cheerful and pleasant. They had now been sharing for a couple of months, and Veronica was coming to regret her decision. At first, they had got on really well, taking turns on the weekdays to cook an evening meal and sitting together in the small kitchen for several hours, chatting and laughing. However, during the last three weeks the atmosphere had slowly changed, tension had been mounting, and they were getting on each others’ nerves over small and silly things. Veronica was becoming both cross and depressed about it, wondering what had gone sour after such a promising beginning, and alternating between blaming herself for being dull and boring, little Miss Stay-at-home, and Kyla for being pushy, condescending and – yes, let’s say it, slutty. One of the first points of irritation for Veronica was Kyla’s habit of wandering about the flat with very little on – often just bikini panties or a thong, combined with a bra, a skimpy halter-neck or a cut-off T-shirt, in her ankle-socks or barefoot. She would also wander back and forth between her own room and the bathroom (which she occupied for annoyingly long periods of time, and then had the cheek to suggest that Veronica was slow!) in the nude, or with a towel slung loosely around her hips and bare breasts. In her more honest moments, Veronica was prepared to admit to herself that some of her resentment was due to Kyla’s better figure, and a probably unjust feeling that she liked to show it off. Kyla had the much curvier shape, with quite large breasts (swaying in a naggingly eye-catching way as she walked around half-nude or – worse – in a push-up bra, as if her ripe mounds needed any further prominence!) above a surprisingly narrow waist, and then the flare of her hips and an ass that jutted as if to balance the fullness of her chest. Kyla was a brunette, with very curly hair which she kept in a neatly-shaped short style, and this framed an attractively-proportioned face with laughing brown eyes and slightly-pouting full lips. Her height, which Veronica guessed was about five feet nine inches, was accentuated outside the flat by her penchant for high heels on her shoes and boots – and Veronica reluctantly had to admit that the bitch did look good in the combination of boots, a short skirt and a tight top. No, actually, Veronica corrected her own thoughts, she looked slutty – an easy lay; Veronica vexedly imagined that Kyla was probably spreading her legs several times every night for men who casually chatted her up in the bars or clubs that she frequented on Saturday nights – Veronica didn’t know exactly where, because Kyla often disappeared late on Saturday afternoon and didn’t return until Sunday evening, and never once invited Veronica to accompany her. Now that was downright rude and unfriendly, fumed Veronica, whilst simultaneously determining that of course she would not have gone to such low and sleazy places anyway! Of course, Kyla’s long absences were directly due to Veronica having made it clear at the outset that there must be no bringing of lovers back to the flat; she had recently reaffirmed that, saying rather crudely that she had no desire to wake up and find herself in a bordello. It was likely that an unconscious prompt for that catty remark (as she rather guiltily knew that it had been) was something which Veronica had noticed with surprise a week or so after Kyla first moved in – that her new flat-mate kept her pussy shaved. It was one of the first times that Veronica had seen Kyla naked, when the well-endowed brunette had emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her hair, and no other covering at all. Veronica had been shocked but intrigued; she knew that she was rather obviously staring at Kyla’s cunt, but somehow couldn’t stop herself. Kyla had stopped in her tracks, as Veronica was partly blocking the way. With an effort, Veronica had dragged her eyes upwards, to meet a curiously bemused expression on her flat-mate’s face. At once, Veronica had blushed and turned swiftly aside, discomfited and somehow unsettled. From the corner of her eye, she had seen a cross-looking Kyla push hurriedly past her and dart into her own room, firmly closing the door. Veronica was by no means unattractive herself, but she knew that she was just nicely average in all departments. Her hair was dark blonde or light brunette depending on how you wanted to describe it, but neither really the one thing or the other. It was the same with her body: average height (five feet five inches), nice breasts but nothing amazing (she took a 32B bra size), reasonably slim body, an ass that looked good in a tight pair of jeans (but not so much that guys constantly turned for a second take after she walked past), and quite trim and shapely legs. Her hair was straight and medium length, coming down level to the second button of her shirt, in a plain and standard style of cut. For work, and for reading or watching TV in the flat, she wore glasses, and felt that they made her look rather prim and academic. Veronica knew that she could look quite hot if she took time and trouble over it – but then, any youthful woman who was not overweight or had bad skin could do so: all it took was a visit to an expensive hair stylist, careful application of not too much make-up, a tight and skimpy low-fronted outfit, good boots, a hip-swaying walk and a bold look in the eye. She had used to get herself up like that quite often, but for the last couple of years she had bothered less and less – work took up so much time and energy, she was often just tired on the weekend and wanting a quiet rest. She had no current boyfriends, in fact she had never had a great deal of activity on that front: one boy at school (who had taken her virginity, which neither of them had actually enjoyed very much), two separate spells at college (but most of the time without one), and one rather desultory affair with a work colleague which had petered out by mutual consent about six months ago. So part of Veronica’s frustration was due to her own unsatisfactory love-life, and the desert she thought that it was in comparison to her lurid imagining of Kyla’s wild and carefree couplings. However, Veronica just couldn’t summon up the enthusiasm to doll herself up and hawk her pussy around the singles bars, whether for a one-night stand or something longer lasting – somehow, it all seemed tawdry and unsatisfactory. Even so, her solitariness was getting her down, and she felt that Kyla was rubbing her nose it, flaunting herself and her physical superiority. There had been an embarrassing incident just a few days previously, when Veronica had been in the bathroom and, out of curiosity, had taken down from the drying rack one of Kyla’s black under-wired bras for a closer look – as she thought, it was three sizes bigger than her own, a 32 double-D. She had held it against her chest for comparison, and of course just at that moment Kyla had swanned into the bathroom looking for it, wearing only the matching pair of skimpy lace-decorated string panties. Veronica had been mortified to be caught in this way, and had stammered something about thinking that it might be one of hers – and she had felt that the slight smile which Kyla had given her as she removed the garment from Veronica’s frozen fingers had signalled as clearly as if she had spoken it: ‘in your dreams’. Following this, there had been a series of niggles on both their parts, made worse when – partly from her shame about the bra incident – Veronica had passed some catty comments about Kyla walking around the place as if auditioning to be a stripper. The busty girl had gone white, then crimson, and had stalked angrily from the living room into her bedroom, loudly slamming the door behind her. In her turn, Kyla considered Veronica to be controlling, bossy, frustrated, and generally coming on as an uptight snotty bitch. Just because she had the flat first doesn’t make her the Queen, fumed Kyla; after all, they each paid half of the rent and bills. The breaking point came on the following Saturday. In the afternoon, whilst Veronica was out shopping for groceries, without asking any permission Kyla borrowed one of her most prized possessions – a pair of beautiful shiny and sexy red boots; the one place where both women were the same size was their feet. It was not as if Veronica had worn them in months, it was the principle that made her furious as she looked at the brief note that Kyla had scrawled and left on the kitchen table. ‘If that cunt makes one mark on them, just one mark!!’ Veronica fumed to herself, dwelling on the cheek of it and avidly stoking the flames of her resentment. What made matters worse was that Veronica had thought that a quite nice young man from another firm, who she had met in the course of the week’s work, might perhaps have been going to ask her out – but nothing had come of it. So here she was again on a Saturday night, alone with the television (and, as Bruce Springsteen had so rightly sung, “fifty-two channels with nothing on”). The most pleasure that she could look forward to on this miserable evening, when she finally went to bed, would be a furtive fingering of her own clit – more anti-climax than climax. Veronica felt forlorn in the empty flat, the buzz of noise from the street below reminding her that most people were out and about on this Saturday evening, having fun – including Ms Big Tits, and in her best red boots! She consoled herself with a long soak in the bath, but this did not bring its usual restorative balm. She couldn’t be bothered to get dressed again afterwards, so she just slipped on a pair of loose French knickers in sky-blue satin and their matching bra, and flung a hip-length light wrap on top. After flicking from channel to channel, finding too many medical dramas (a genre she had never liked), rom coms (she was definitely not in the mood, even for a favourite like ‘Nine to Five’), and mindless action movies (just how many more tedious and obscure comic-book heroes were there still out there, waiting to be turned into identikit blockbusters, she groaned), and finally watching some talk shows in a half-interested way, she switched it off and wandered out to the kitchen. She had already drunk two glass of red wine, and now poured herself another large one, nursing it together with her grievances against her flat-mate, and rehearsing what she would say to the arrogant cunt whenever she turned up on Sunday – no doubt sweaty and well-fucked. Veronica would not have had quite so much to drink if she had thought there was any chance that Kyla might come back that night – but, of course, that was exactly what happened. Veronica was deep in grumbling contemplation, and did not hear the key turning the lock of the front door – so she jumped in shock when it was closed with an angry slam. Kyla had returned in a bad mood of her own; whatever had been the cause of her night out crashing in flames, she was less than happy about it. She strode abruptly into the kitchen, acknowledging Veronica’s presence with a grunt. Kyla was wearing the red boots, together with a micro-skirt in a red which almost matched them (so that’s why she wanted the boots!), so short that most of the top elastic of her black hold-ups was visible, and a tight and skimpy black stretch halter-neck that barely covered her demi-cup push-up black lace bra. Veronica felt a sharp stab of something in her gut – jealousy, she supposed, although why she should be jealous of such shameful harlotry, of an outfit that practically screamed ‘I’m a slut – spread me and fuck me!’, she did not know. It started from there, with some disparaging throwaway remark from Veronica, to which Kyla responded with offended and unbridled heat. It became an argument, which turned into a full-scale shouting match. Veronica let her frustrations run loose, standing in front of Kyla with one hand on her hip and the other jabbing repeatedly on her flat-mate’s bountiful upper chest, as each point of the scathing indictment was delivered. By the time Veronica was in full spate, she had moved from the particular matter of arrogantly purloined boots, through Kyla’s failure properly to do her share of the household chores, to spread her wings and descend rhetorically upon her flat-mate’s character defects like a swooping eagle, claws fully extended. Kyla got a word in edgeways, when she could – not very nice words, it must be said, which only raised the temperature further. Soon, she decided that she had had as much of this as she could take, and she disliked the way in which the smaller woman was intruding into her personal space. She gave Veronica a vigorous push backwards, and then, when the shorter woman responded to that by accusing her of being a slut, spending every weekend on her back, Kyla hissed furiously in return that anyway that was better than being someone who nobody wanted to be with. This halted Veronica in mid-sentence; she went white with rage, and slapped Kyla across the face. The impact was not actually very hard, but the sheer surprise of it took Kyla off-balance, and the effects of several vodkas earlier in the evening slowed her reflexes and prevented her from recovering in time. She toppled sideways against the full-size fridge-freezer, causing it to shake violently, and then rebounded again. Veronica was looking slightly shocked by her own action, and moved too slowly when Kyla swung back and delivered a stinging counter-slap. This left Kyla wide open to reprisal and, with a hysterical shriek, Veronica (who had done some martial arts training as a teenager) reacted almost by instinct and sank a fist into the soft flesh of Kyla’s stomach. The taller girl’s eyes bulged as she doubled over, but not before she reached out to grab Veronica, seeing red and determined to pound the snotty little bitch into the ground. Suddenly alarmed, Veronica gave a squeal of fright and lurched into motion, bolting for the door into the hallway. She whisked past Kyla’s fingers, just far enough to escape being seized but not sufficient to prevent the busty girl from grasping the sleeve of her robe, pulling it off as Veronica ran out of the room in just her bra and panties. However, the jerk to her shoulders as the wrap was ripped away sent the smaller woman off target, and her headlong flight collided with the door frame, sending her sprawling onto her hands and knees in the hallway. She was not immediately set upon because Kyla needed several seconds to clutch onto the kitchen table, struggling to recover her breath and not to vomit into the sink. However, just as Veronica scrambled back to her feet, Kyla launched out after her flat-mate with a look of vengeful determination. Her longer stride enabled her to head Veronica off from the living room, and she chased her down the hall and into her own bedroom. Veronica’s lead was so short that she had neither the time nor the strength to force the door shut against Kyla, who slammed her shoulder into it, heedless of the bruise that would result. The door spun inwards, knocking Veronica against the side of her bed. The two enraged women grappled with each other, trying for a winning hold, or even just to land a punch or slap and deliver some pain to a bitch who deserved it if ever anyone did. They fell onto the bed – which, like the others in the flat, for some reason was a double-size and not a single, a luxury they both had appreciated. As they rolled around, at some point in the tussle Kyla’s halter neck came undone and she flung it away impatiently. At last, her greater size and strength prevailed, and Veronica was trapped beneath Kyla, who was holding her down with one thigh pressing between Veronica’s sprawled legs. She forced both of the smaller woman’s arms flat on either side of her head, pinioning them there with a vice-like grip on her wrists. Out of breath, dishevelled and sweaty, they lay like this for about fifteen seconds, Veronica struggling slightly but futilely underneath. She felt intensely aware of warmth and weight of Kyla’s body on top of her, and of the leg that was pressing on her pelvis and her pubic mound. In the process of forcing her leg between her opponent’s thighs, Kyla’s micro-skirt had ridden all the way up to her hips. Veronica glanced away from Kyla’s heated glare, to discover that one of the curly-haired brunette’s full breasts had tumbled completely out of its sketchy bra cup (that’s what you get for wearing such a slutty outfit, she thought viciously). It was lying heavily on top of her own smaller titty, which had unaccountably responded with stiffening erection – the result of the adrenalin of the fight, it must be, Veronica told herself. She gazed at the curve of woman-flesh resting on her chest, and her throat went suddenly dry. She was aware of a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach and in her crotch, a peculiar mixture of tension and release. Kyla was breathing heavily through her nostrils, snorting almost, her lips compressed tightly closed, as strange look stole over her face. ‘I know what you need, you snotty bitch!’ she said, but it was spoken surprisingly softly and not with the snarl which Veronica would have expected. What followed was even more of a surprise – breath-takingly so. ‘Oh, fuck it!!’ sighed Kyla, more in surrender than exasperation; ‘I’ve been wanting to do this for so long – fuck, what the hell, why not?’ Releasing one wrist, she gripped Veronica’s hair with her hand and leant downwards, pressing her lips against Veronica’s astonished and immobilised face, and kissing her with passionate fervour. Veronica slightly gasped, and the motion opened her lips enough for Kyla’s tongue to sweep inside – and to have an amazingly erogenous effect. Veronica’s mouth opened further, not just offering no resistance but responding, at first it seemed almost on its own initiative. Maintaining and deepening the kissing, Veronica’s free hand tugged Kyla’s other breast out of its bra cup, squeezing the nipple with a firmness that was clearly a prelude to fucking rather than any renewal of fighting. Kyla’s head reared up, an astonished look of pleasure on her face, and in an instant Veronica drew the brunette’s tits to her mouth and started licking and nibbling them. With a strangled moan, Kyla rolled off Veronica’s body to lie on her back, begging to be sucked and fucked. Veronica got an unbelievable rush from being in control of this sexual and sensual woman, and in an amazing moment of pure clarity she suddenly understood that this is what she wanted, what she had been missing. Ever since her first seduction by a female leader at a summer camp when she was a teenager, she had wondered about being bi-sexual, but she had never had the courage or the opportunity to explore this any further. Boyfriends had seemed like what she should do, what she ought to do if she was a ‘decent’ and ‘normal’ person, but her heart had never been in it. Almost as if to make up for lost time in this single night, Veronica ripped Kyla’s panties down her legs and threw them across the room. She began roughly to finger her flat-mate’s cunt, and Kyla arched her back and spread her legs wide apart in response. Simultaneously with ramming her index finger into the wet hole of Kyla’s vagina, Veronica started sucking like a demented vampire on the other woman’s superb tits, fondling and kneading them so hard that there would be bruises in the morning – but neither woman gave a damn about that now! Kyla was not an entirely passive participant in this instant lesbian love-fest. In her turn, she shoved a hand down inside Veronica’s panties, where she was now sopping wet, and pushed two fingers into her. Veronica gave a deep moan of pleasure, rearing up and then riding down against them, thrusting her own pelvis up and down, and after a few seismic seconds closing her eyes tight and shuddering in climax. When she reopened them a few seconds later, Veronica’s mood – and her feelings for her flat-mate – had turned a complete somersault. She smiled down at the lusciously curved shape beside her, and instructed Kyla not to move – to which the latter replied with a ‘Yes, ma’am!’ and a coy sultry look through the lashes of half-closed eyes. Veronica leant across to the small cabinet beside her bed, and opened the drawer to pull out her trusty vibrator. Kyla regarded it with appreciation – it was quite a beauty, with a long straight shaft that was ribbed in an abstract crystalline pattern, and it had a five-pronged clitoral stimulator mounted two-thirds of the way down. ‘Mmmm, nice one, Vero – yes, yes please, ma’am!’ Veronica switched it on and pushed it slowly into Kyla’s pussy, using a pendulum-like motion, twisting first to one side, then the other. After a several inserts and withdrawals had fully lubricated Kyla’s vaginal tube, the dildo was thrust in far enough to bring the rotating clitoral prongs to their target at the top of Kyla’s labia. ‘Oh – my – God!’ gasped the prone brunette, and then; ‘Ohmigod ... ooooh! ... yes, do me ... aahh! ... shit ... oh, GOD! ... yes, yes – yes!! YES!!!’ The last was almost yelled out, as Kyla was overtaken by waves of orgasm which left her lying completely spent, her thoughts in a dazed whirl, while Veronica licked her clean and then smeared the pussy juice over her new lover’s breasts, as she returned her attention to those glorious mounds of flesh. Veronica’s fingers began a renewed flicking against Kyla’s engorged and now very sensitive clitoris, and within moments her ministrations to pussy and tits were rewarded with another bone-shaking orgasm from the big-busted wench. After this, with sudden energy the brunette rolled them both over the other way, so that Veronica was underneath once more – but this time, she was making no protests or bids for freedom. Kyla reached under the smaller woman’s back to unsnap her bra, peeling it away. She ran her hands over Veronica’s chest, seeming to take great pleasure from cupping the smaller but firm breasts in her palms and stroking in circles around the stiffly prominent nipples. Veronica was amazed and thrilled when Kyla murmured, just before taking one of the tits into her mouth: ‘My God – you are just soooo sexy, babe!’ Veronica closed her eyes in rapture at the sensations that Kyla’s full lips and agile tongue were giving her, and she arched her back, spreading her legs wide. She felt so aroused that, as Kyla was totally focused on her breasts, she slipped her own hand down inside the blue French knickers, seeking her pleasure nub. However, Kyla noticed this, and with playful mock-severity she knocked Veronica’s hand aside, admonishing her not to be impatient as she would get to that in her own sweet time. Following at least five minutes of erogenous titty-sucking, Kyla changed position entirely. Her own bra was hanging down below her breasts, and she quickly removed both this and the micro-skirt, so that she was now naked apart from her hold-ups and the coveted shiny red boots. She then slid Veronica’s knickers down to her ankles and over her feet, casting them aside and leaving her pretty flat-mate completely in the nude. Kyla swung across to straddle her prone body, pushing her ass almost back into Veronica’s face. The busty brunette then reached for her own pussy with one hand, pulling her labia apart and pushing the open pink cleft down onto one of Veronica’s nipples. As the smaller woman gasped in arousal, Kyla gripped her breast, pushing the nipple into even greater prominence, and began to titty-fuck herself with it. After a moment, sweat running from her face and down her back, she began to grunt and groan, and the motions of her pelvis took on a more lurching aspect as she began to ascend to climax. With her other hand, Kyla reached forwards in between Veronica’s invitingly spread legs, and thrust two fingers into her lover’s pussy. The only sound to be heard in the fourth-floor bedroom for the next several minutes was the groaning creak of the bed-springs under their combined weight, and the gasps and sobs for breath of two young women who were taking a running approach to the biggest, longest, most devastating orgasm they had ever known in their lives. It was actually Veronica who came first, although only by a matter of seconds. With a sustained scream, her whole body jerked and writhed, as Kyla’s fingers rammed deep inside and her thumb impacted on Veronica’s clitoris. The two effects of this – the psychological one of having fucked her flat-mate almost senseless, and the physical one of Veronica’s sexual convulsions driving her tit even deeper into the pussy of the woman who was riding her like a demon – blew Kyla’s barriers, and she gave a series of barking yelps as her whole frame shivered in ecstasy. It was too much to take – an overload – and she collapsed forwards on top of Veronica, her breasts landing erotically just below the other woman’s cunt, and her head just below Veronica’s knees. Of course, this position was so close to a 69 that Veronica could not resist her opportunity, and she pulled on Kyla’s hips to bring her spread-open crotch the necessary few inches so that the small woman’s tongue could explore it. Kyla did not hesitate to co-operate, as the process drew her face to the wide V at the join of Veronica’s legs, and the chance to lick and taste her pussy. The white heat of their energy was now spent, and by unspoken agreement they took their cunt-eating slowly, letting it build, until it resulted in another near-simultaneous orgasm, not as volcanic as the previous one but in many ways even more profoundly satisfying. Finally, with some revival of stamina, Kyla announced that she knew just what was needed. She did another reverse turn, this time bringing her pussy up between Veronica’s spread legs and pushing it wetly against her cunt. They each took a bracing grip around one of the other’s legs, and in the scissors position they began a pussy-pounding tribbing session on which they both got off, grinding against each other in sweaty passion. In the midst of this, Veronica declared that she also knew exactly what she needed, and she transferred her grip from Kyla’s thigh to her bountiful and swaying breasts, cupping them upwards as she rubbed forwards upon the brunette’s slit, and pulling on the nipples when she did the downwards slide. Like a pair of bucking, fucking broncos, they jerked together spasmodically as an other orgasm flowered in their vaginas, making them catch their breath and whimper in exultation. Now almost exhausted but wonderfully replete, they lay comfortably entwined together in the sweaty rumpled sheets. Kyla explained that she had always been a lesbian, but dared not say this at first, as she really needed a room to rent. Her intention had been to go out on Saturdays and trawl the well-known lesbian clubs and bars, sleep with whoever picked her up at the other woman’s place, and thus keep her sexual orientation a secret from her flat-mate. However, she had not expected to find Veronica so cute, so appealing, so fanciable. She had so enjoyed their evenings together in those first few weeks that she had begun to fall for her, and it was fighting against that feeling which had made her snappy, whilst at the same time her subconscious had been parading her physical charms. On this evening she had gone out, determined to shake it off, and had been chatted up by an attractive young woman at a gay bar – but, as they danced slow and close together, Veronica’s face and body kept coming into her mind, until she realised that it was no good, made her apologies and left. She had expected Veronica to have gone to bed, and had a vague plan of revealing how she felt over a companionable lunch the next day – but seeing her in that flimsy wrap, which had been hanging open to show her sweet titties in that striking blue bra, she had lost control of the situation altogether, and fallen back upon confrontation almost by instinct. ‘I’m so glad you did’, sighed Veronica, ‘I just didn’t understand my feelings for you, why we got on so well when you moved in and then it all went funny – but now I can see it was when I first starting to want you as a lover, not just as a friend.’ ‘You do?’ gasped Kyla in tremulous hope. ‘I sure do – you and no other’, replied Veronica, suddenly quite certain about this, and she was rewarded with a radiant smile. She then tapped the chest of her new-found lover (gosh, that was a concept that she would need some time to take on board – her mind still skirted skittishly around labelling herself as a lesbian), and added, ‘No more playing around now, you’re mine – and mine only!’ Kyla nodded shyly, but clearly in seventh heaven. With a sudden renewal of energy, she got off the bed, en route fondly kissing Veronica’s mouth, neck, breasts, stomach and – ohmigod!! – pussy. She disappeared into her own room, returning in a few seconds to strike an erotic pose in the doorway, wearing an intimidatingly long strap-on dildo. ‘I – wanna – fuck – you – outta – your – sweet – little – skull!’, she declared to a goggle-eyed Veronica. Of course, having had no lesbian sex since the few brief fumbling encounters as a teenager, Veronica had never been taken with a dildo before, but Kyla was more than happy to introduce her to its pleasures. First, she lay Veronica on her back, and gently spread her legs wide open. Kyla brought the nub of the plastic cock to nudge against the other woman’s cleft, slowly pushing it between the flowered petals of her outer and inner labia. It then sank in deeply with one long, slow, oozily sliding thrust, and in response Veronica gave a shuddering gasp and wrapped her legs around Kyla’s hips, crossing her ankles over the taller woman’s back. Veronica drank in every detail of being taken in this way, being turned on even more by the realisation that the woman fucking her was wearing her own red boots – and, shit, did they look good! Kyla began driving the dildo in and out of Veronica’s pussy in harder, faster and deeper penetrations, as Veronica moaned and begged her for more. Kyla firmly rode her new-found sweetheart all the way to the crest of another explosive climax, and then withdrew the dildo and used her mouth to lick up the cunt-juices – and so stimulate Veronica even more. As if that was not enough satisfaction for one night, Kyla gave Veronica’s leg a shove, indicating without words that she should roll over onto her stomach. When she did so, Kyla swung across to kneel between her lover’s outflung legs, and reached forwards. Grabbing Veronica above her hips, she hauled her pelvis backwards so that the smaller woman was kneeling with her ass thrust up in the air whilst her tits and face still rested on the bed. Veronica gave an intake of breath in anticipation, luxuriating in the feeling of her cunt being so accessible, so wide open, so utterly fuckable. ‘Aaaaaa! Yes, ooohhh!’ she sighed, as the plastic phallus re-entered her from this new vantage, pressing against her vaginal walls in a different way, and rubbing her clit from a fresh angle. Being taken doggy-style (which Veronica was to discover was her favourite position for receiving a dildo) was such a turn-on, that quite quickly she had another climax and then, Kyla not having paused for a second in her rhythmic shafting, an amazing third. After this, Kyla unbuckled the strap-on, and she lay underneath the smaller woman in the 69 position, as they again explored each others’ cunts with both fingers and tongues. Two more climaxes each – the second, by mutual agreement, timed to take them both simultaneously – at last left them satiated (or, at least, satisfied for now). Veronica’s mouth was full of Kyla’s sweet-tasting cunt-juice from the final orgasm, and she swallowed it down whilst reversing her position, bringing her head to rest on the pillow next to the other woman. Kyla gently stroked the nearer of Veronica’s breasts, telling her new lover how cute and perfectly-shaped they were, and that she just adored them. Veronica was both thrilled and amazed, and replied that they were so much smaller, hefting and squeezing one of Kyla’s tits to demonstrate her point. However, Kyla was dismissive of what she called her ‘balloons’, saying that they caused constant problems and had always brought her unwelcome attentions. Ever since they had swelled out in her teens, she had been pestered by boys and men, all of them convinced that if only they got their hands on her tits and give them a good grope, she would spread her legs for them like some simple child’s toy – press a button here, and it pops open there. ‘Well, I like them – very, very much’, whispered Veronica, sliding down a few inches in the bed so that she could rest her face again the fleshly pillow of Kyla’s bountiful mounds. She added in an apologetic murmur: ‘I know that I don’t look as hot as you do.’ However, Kyla would have none of this self-deprecation. At once, she responded to say that she had always thought Veronica was sexy – that she had always been attracted to slim, cute, innocent-looking girls, and Veronica was just her ideal type. ‘Do you remember that time, just after I moved in, when you were staring at my pussy?’ Kyla asked, as Veronica blushed at the vivid memory. ‘It made me wonder if I might have a chance with you after all – and I already really wanted that, just after the first couple of days! Do you remember what you were wearing then?’ Veronica shook her head, and Kyla continued with enthusiasm: ‘It was your smart black boots, that grey pencil skirt that just highlights your hips and ass, and a cute pink bra – you looked so good, I thought you must have noticed that my pussy was almost dripping wet! I had to run into my bedroom, lock the door, and do myself with the vibrator on top setting, you got me so hot! And then, you tantalising minx, you kept going cool on me one minute, and then doing things like wearing those pink towelling shorts, or bending over in that short wrap that you had on just now – once, when you did that with no panties on underneath, I could see everything!’ ‘Did I do that? I don’t remember ...’ replied Veronica doubtfully, but with a warm smile Kyla nodded firmly, and replied: ‘Oh, yes! You’ve been a terrible tease, even if you don’t realise it!’ In the cooling air of the early hours – it was now about 2.00 a.m. – they snuggled down in Veronica’s bed, under her warm duvet; it had not needed any discussion to know that they would spend the night in the same bed, and indeed the nights to come as well. The two young women continued to whisper small talk for a while, interspersed with loving endearments, until they both fell asleep with smiles on their faces. And so, after this night of discovery and release, harmony descended upon the fourth-floor flat. The only domestic friction that now remained was the rasping gasping tribbing of pussy against pussy, and the pulverising pistoning of a strap-on dildo ramming in and out of a sopping vagina. For several weeks, the two women spent each evening exploring each other’s bodies and sexual tastes, and each night lay exhausted and entwined in each other’s arms and legs – contented, replete and secure, as the blaze of sexual attraction turned into the steady flames of affection and love. I would have told you that they stayed together indoors every Saturday night from then on, but recently that is no longer true. Wearing their finest, they’ve ventured out on the town together, cruising the lesbian bars and clubs. Kyla’s tits catch the eyes of every red-blooded woman, as well they might when so much of them is put on view. But Veronica easily gets her share of interested looks as well, for – as Kyla is the first to say – she looks hot when she takes the trouble. In sheer white hold ups and pink shorts so brief and tight that all of the stocking tops are visible, her favourite red boots and a clingy white lambswool top that might be sprayed on, leaving no doubt that she wears no bra, she is an alluring and arousing picture of girlish pleasure. The voracious pair are trawling for sexy single lesbian girls or female couples to take back to the flat and fuck on the two double mattresses that lie side by side on the floor of what used to be Kyla’s room (but now, since they sleep every night in Veronica’s bed, has been reorganised as the romper room). If you should happen to be in Edinburgh, then look out for them, ladies – and, if you’re lucky, very lucky, then you might be taken to their love nest this Saturday night! If you enjoyed this, check out my other stories ... you might like them too ... (to find them, follow the author link at the top of this story)

Vampire Aliens Rape Nuns While the cloaked alien mother ship lands in a large clearing adjacent a convent the captain a beautiful redhead with green sparkling eyes turns to her 1st mate and utters a few words. “This is a favorable planet for us to conquer, I am hungry for some holy blood from these pathetic mortals.” The black haired and iridescent purple-eyed beauty responds with a hiss in her words and a flick of her serpentine forked tongue. “Yessss let us get some human pussy to eat. I can sense, taste and smell some fresh human flesh stinking of denied arousal and blind loyalty.” The captain alien vampire seductively struts over to her 1st mate, bends slightly at the waist and kisses her sister biting her lips, her pointed tail swishes around in the air before seeking out her 1st mate’s identical devil looking tail coiling and intertwining them both. The 2 vampire aliens had traversed the great void of space mostly hibernating and sometimes feeding from each other to keep their strength up. “I cannot stand it any longer!” Proclaims the subordinate alien vampire, “Fuck me sister.” With that the 2 sister fly up into the air in a kind of forbidden mating ritual, their bat like wings whipping the centuries stale air of the cockpit around as they hold each other in sexual congress, the redhead biting into her sister neck puncturing her neck wit her fangs nearly draining her sister of all life force before she uses her agile deadly tail to penetrate her mate’s bald pussy. It does not take long for the invasive fucking pointed tail of the captain to bring her sister’s pussy off in a raging climax of unearthly proportions. Such a loud and high-pitched scream is heard that instantly all the wolves in the countryside howl in unison as the captain’s 1st mate screams and moans. Extracting her fangs from her sister’s neck and tail from her quivering leaking cuming gash she licks the blood from her lips and muses in a sultry voice. “Our eggs in the cargo hold will be glad to find a holy womb to impregnate.” Meanwhile inside the convent a group of nuns pray, prostrated in their holy cloth before their idol in their church a wing of a much larger gothic convent. Sister Mary suddenly grows very wet between her legs for no apparent reason, she looks about nervously, could this be the devil tempting her to sin she wonders. The urgent need overtakes her and she excuses herself from her worship walking through the long corridors and finding her way on trembling legs into her small bare uninviting room. Needing to do something Mary strips off her nun robes and cloth down to her plain white underwear her blonde curls fall lazily around her shoulders. Mary kneels before the cross in her room and begins to whip her own back mercilessly with a cat-o-nine-tails whipping and whipping with such a passion while she prays for forgiveness and salvation. The alien vampires upon smelling the fresh blood of Mary’s whipped back dripping down her rear set off for the convent flying through the woods coming upon a young waif of a boy, they tear him to ribbons while they feast upon his blood. The minor distraction out of the way they find their way through to the convent, the weak minded mortals see the naked knockout alien vampires as fellow nuns not able to see past the vampire alien’s veiled facade, the stronghold being firmly established. The twin-like sister’s easily penetrate the room of the suffering and for some reason unnaturally horny Mary, she looks over at them not seeing what they are. “Oh forgive me I did not know I would be expecting visitors I cannot shake this overwhelming lust, what shall I do sisters.” Begs and pleads the half naked nun. The 1st mate flies over and behind Mary lifting her up into the air, spreading her legs with her thighs and whispers in her ear. “Such a warm welcome, we love how you humans smell, take her sister.” “You need this more then I do sister, by all means you go first, have the 1st bite.” The redhead replies. “We can share.” With that she smiles a sinister smile as her sister plunges her fangs deeply into the nun’s neck drinking deep from the artery. The innocent nun Mary’s mind cannot comprehend what is happening to her as her life slips away she gazes into the eyes of the redhead as she walks over her hips swaying back a forth obscenely and her tail swishing back and forth in the air. As May dies the sister’s take her body roughly bruising her with their gropes, and the pointed gripping tails. They fuck her virgin asshole deep with their long tails, raping the corpse that as the captain kisses her biting her own lip drawing some of her blood she feeds it to he mouth of the dead girl, the corpse begins reanimating into a kind of ghoul. Mary moans and humps the tails. The captain removes her tail and licks it clean, reaching back and rubbing the base of her tail at the top of her beautiful booty. Whipping her tail around the redhead captain forcefully dives the appendage into Mary’s virgin pussy destroying her hymen. The sisters have their way with the nun raping her ass, pussy and mouth with their tails preparing her to be a surrogate for their many offspring. Mary after many life-changing orgasms is able to see the vampire aliens for what they are and she believes she is in hell. “This can’t-” “Cannot be real? We have come to claim your body and soul.” Mary nods unable to resist the control of the sisters, she gets up and dances dirty for the sisters, so embarrassed and humiliated until sundown at which point the trio venture out into the dinner common, where all the nuns were gathering for evening meal little did they know the real would be of the vampire aliens feasting upon their flesh and blood tonight. The sisters feeling comfortable and deciding to take in some of the local customs sit at the table along with everyone else while a prayer is given. When the sisters do not join in the reverence the nuns look suspiciously at the trio sitting together who were these 2 women and why had they not noticed the strangeness of it all. Mayhem and chaos break out, nuns screaming and watching their fellow nuns slaughtered and raped, the vampire aliens drain each and everyone of the nuns that night of both pussy cream and blood leaving only Mary. The vampire aliens abduct Mary flying off back to their ship Mary’s pale blue eyes a stark reflection of the woman she once was. Straight back into a cargo hold brimming with golf ball sized slimy eggs millions of them. Mary gets onto her hands and knees while the vampire aliens shove egg after egg into Mary’s mouth, anus and pussy. So bloated with eggs she looks like she is pregnant with twins, or maybe even many more babies. Mary is let go and stumbles back to the convent to dispose of the dead bodies and gestate the alien vampire spawn. The end? The 1st story I posted did not get much by way of rave reviews, loads of comments or much interest of any kind, I hope this 1 fair better

Two day later I was sitting in class when something caught my attention at the door. David was waving his arms like a mad man trying to get me to see him. “Miss. Troy can I please go to the restroom.” She waved he hand and I walked out. As I entered David grabbed my arm slamming me into the wall then pressed his body up against mine. His forceful nature had become unstoppable after he found out that I wanted it rough. The problem was that I didn’t want it rough I need it. I wasn’t happy or excited without it. As he held me against the wall I felt my breathes came fast as he stared into my eyes. His mouth smashed against mine and his tongue forced its way in my mouth. When he pulled back I saw a glint in his eyes that I had never seen before. His breath brushed against my skin as he neared my ear. “It’s been a very long day and I need a blow job.” I felt the power of his voice sinking into me lighting a fire with in me. “We really shouldn’t be doing this in school.” While his voice was enriched with power my shook from desire. He pulled back and I thought we had finish messing around until the back of his hand slipped me across my face sending me to the ground. “I wasn’t asking.” It was clear that he was in control and every bit of my mind screamed in protest my body responded with pleasure. The back hand knocked me several feet away from him. Without thinking I crawled back to him and started working on his zipper. When I finally managed to get his dick out I slowly took him into my mouth let his dick slid over my tongue feeling the large vein that run alone it. His hands grabbed my hair and he shoved his whole cock down my throat before pulling back and doing it again. He kept it up for about three minutes before he unloaded his cum. “Mmm that was good.” He said as he put his cock away and zipped up his pants. He held out a hand for me and he pulled me up. He rubbed the side of my face and his face took on a different look. “Oh man I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hit you that hard.” I reached up and ran my hand along my cheek. It felt wet and when I looked at my hand I saw blood. I walked over to the mirror and my jaw drop. A large cut ran down the side of my face and blood was flowing from the wound. I hadn’t even felt it until now. It must have been his class ring. David got us signed out of school and took me the ER where I got eighteen stitches. We were driving back home when he pulled the car over. “Mike I sorry about that and I understand that you’re mad at me but I need you to know I never meant to hurt you like that.” I was staring out the window lost in my own thoughts so I didn’t even hear him talking until he grabbed my shoulder. “Please talk to me Mike I’m so sorry.” “Sorry about what?” His face filled with confuse. “For hurting you.” He said as he lightly rubbed my cheek next to the bandage. “Don’t worry about it.” I turned back to the window. “How can I not worry about it, I got so carried away in back there that I didn’t watch what I was doing.” “I said don’t worry about it.” I hoped he would just leave it alone but he wouldn’t. “Well you seem mad and if I was you I would too I just want to…” I snapped my head toward him. “Don’t. If I want an apology then I would say so.” He started to open his mouth again but stop as I jump out of the car. “I’ll see you at the house.” I heard him calling out to me as I started walking toward the woods. I had been on a high ever since the restroom and his telling me he sorry shattered it. I hated myself for how I felt back in there how much pleasurable it was to be slapped like that. The pain of it set my bones on fire with lust. What the hell was the matter with me? It was about an hour later that I heard the thunder over head and started toward the house. When I arrived the rain was coming down in buckets. I pulled out my keys and stop as I near the door knob. My hand fall as the first tear dropped from my eye. I took a sit on the steps not even caring that I was getting soaked. I wasn’t even sure how long I was sitting there before I heard Amy’s voice. “Mike?” I turned to find her watching me from the door. “Why are you sitting in the rain?” I quickly turned away and wiped my eyes. Then think how stupid that was. “What the matter?” Her hand squeezed my shoulder trying to get me to come inside. “Something is wrong with me.” I said barely above a whisper. “Come inside Mike. David and Richard are out looking for you, so it will just be us. I felt her hand pulling me so I got up and followed her back inside. She took my shirt off and wrapped a towel around my shoulders. When she went to unzip my pants I moved away from her. “Just relax ok.” He voice was gently but something else was there too. In less than a minute she had me complete naked. I saw her eye me and I felt my dick started to get hard. When I went to turn she stopped me. “You don’t have anything to be ashamed of.” Then her lips lightly pressed against mine. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. When I felt her nipples I pulled back and stared into her eyes. “I did have another reason for letting you stay her. Richard a good husband but he hasn’t touched me in years. She unzipped her dress letting it fall to the floor. Two things popped out at me. One she had on no bra and her D-cup breast really got my blood flowing and two her pussy was completely shaved. This I know because she was wearing panties. She dropped to her knees and took my dick in her hand. At the touch I laid my head back and let out a groan. She really knew how to hand a cock but when she let it slid into her mouth I almost cum on the spot. David was good a sucking a cock and so was Ashley, But Amy was a master of it. The way she sucked me had me ready to come in a matter of moments. I cried out as I unloaded more cum then I had ever come before. She leaned back on to her heels and smiled up at me. That was when we saw the two set of headlights as two cars pulled up the drive-way. She grabbed her Dress and jumped up. “Meet me tonight in the shad out back. I ran down to mine and David’s room and wrapped a robe around me just as David come ran down the stairs. I smile and kissed him. I should have felt guilty about what happen but I was just feeling excited about later that night. To be continued.

to all the neg comment writers-Ok so i not the worlds best writter never said i was. so if you can follow the story with the problem fine if not don't read and trust me i see way worst then me on this site. David and I had gotten together many times after what happened and I had never been happier. Then after class one day as we were walking towards his car an ambulance pulled up outside the school. We were just watching the EMTs heading inside when one of my girlfriend’s friend ran up to us. “Mike you need to come something happened to Ashley.” Before I could say anything she took off and David and I followed her. She led to a restroom on the far side of the school that wasn’t us much and I saw EMTs rushing her out of the girl restroom. She had been beaten and stabbed multiply times. The principle was being asked questions by a police officer next to the girl restroom. “Do you have any idea who could have done this?” He shook his head. “Judge by the writing near her whoever did this was target gay and bi. Do you know if she was either?” “She was bi-sexual.” I said as I neared them. The office asked who I was. “I’m Mike Downs Ashley my girlfriend. What the hell happened?” He wrote down what I said but didn’t answer me. “Do you know anyone that could have done this.” I laughed. “There are kids here who are open about who they are and get pick on because of it. Also the same kids the pick on them do it to other just because they think they are. But the only one I could think could have done anything like that was suspended about a week ago.” He thanked me and walked away without answering my question so I repeated it to the principle. He took me by my shoulder and led me into the restroom. There was blood all over the ground and above it was a massage written in Ashley blood. Gay and Bi-Sexual ways are a sin. This is how we will deal with the sinners. I slammed my fist into the nears stall and David rush up and pulled me into his arms. “Don’t worry I sure this will be handled and Ashley will be fine.” I jerk free of him. “Yeah and who will be next before that happens? You, me, Kelly Ashley girlfriend, there are at least thirty kids that could be next.” I walked passed him and keep walking until I got home. Over the next two weeks four more kids had been beaten and stabbed and yet the cops had no leads. A lot of the open kids left school, but me and the ones who parent didn’t know about us had to stay. I started avoid David and I guess that was a mistake because I was the next. I was in the restroom washing up after lunch when a group of kids walked in. Like any other time I tensed up but they went about their business or so I thought because before I could react some come up from behind me and slammed my face into the mirror. He brought his face close to my ear and said “sinner.” That was the last thing they said too. I’ve seen the kid around school but didn’t know his name and when I tried to scream for help he jerked my hair and threw me to the ground. Then him and five others guys started kicking the shit out of me. Most of their blows were to side and stomach. I tried to crawl away but someone grabbed my hair from behind pulling me to my knees. The guy who slammed me into the mirror had his cock out and was rubbing to an erect before stepping in front of me. I tried to push him away but his fist slammed into my face several times causing me to cry out. As I did he shoved his cock into my mouth and started face fucking me. He force his dick so far down my throat that he cut off my air supply and held it there as I trashed around trying to force him back. Then he finally pulled back only to do it again. After several minutes of this I felt his cock Swell in my mouth and his cum spud into me. As he pulled out I spit it to the ground and got a few more punches to my face which knocked out a tooth. Then another guy to his place, but when he came he shoved his dick down my throat forcing me to swallow his come. The other four men took their turn and when the last cum I prayed that it was over. They pushed me back to the ground and started kicking me again. Then one started to remove my pants. I kick back at him and tried to get a grabbed on something one of the held a knife to me but I refused to stop fighting. Then a foot smashed into my nose dazing me. While the world spun they managed to pull my pants down and force me onto my stomach. Two of them grabbed my arms and pulled me to my knees again. The guy who had started this kneeled down behind me pushing his dick against my asshole. I tried to beg them to stop. Man I had dream of David and I taking this step together but not until I was ready and here I was about to be rape and all I want was for David safe me like he did before. Something was forced into my mouth and I tried to spit it out. Then I felt a fire spread around my asshole as I was force open as the guy slammed his cock the how way in without any form of lube. I screamed at the top of my lungs but my gag cut most of it short. He pulled back out and jammed it back in. Tears filled my eyes as I heard them laughing. He continued pounding his dick into me for about five minutes when I felt it swell and he blasted cum filled me. He slapped my ass as he pulled out only to be replace by another then another until everyone of them had fuck me. When the last guy pulled out they continued holding me and I feared what was to come and was thankful when I felt the kick to my stomach. It had to be ten minutes before they stopped kicking me. Then the ones holding my arms pulled me up and I felt a sharp pain in my stomach as the knife buried itself. I was stabbed six more times before they let me fall to the floor. I was barely conscious when one of them reached down and jabbed his finger into my stomach. When I came too I found myself at the Hospital in the IC. I had been there two days, in and out of surgery. I spent six days at the hospital before I was release to go home. Thanks to a year book I was able to point out who had attacked me. And this my friends is where my life took a worst and best turn. After I was release I told my parents that I was bi-sexual my father start yelling at me say that I was no son of his and that I got what I deserved for leading a disgusting life. He told me unless I change my life then I was not allowed under his room because god did not allow that life. I called David and told him what happen and he told me he be there in a moment. When he pulled up he jumped out of his car and tried to push passed me. My father came out just them. “And this must be your ass bitch friend who got you into this life.” It happen before I could stop myself, I spun and punched him as hard as I could sending my father to the ground. “No this is my boyfriend and I know who I was long before I meet him. And no one deserved get beaten, raped, and stabbed because their different.” I get into David car and started crying. It was the first time I had done that in year well exempted for what happen in the restroom. David took me to his house where he told his parent what happened. Now I never talked about his parent to you but I really like them. David told them that he was bi when he was fourteen and they accepted him without question. Now they were taking me in like a second son and even allowed me to stay in David’s room. Chapter four will be out soon and you will see how my life has change for the better.

Alternative Reality 2 In our last story Becky and her new friend Sherry where hanging out while wasting time so they didn’t have to go home. Becky had just told Sherry how her dad raped her at the age of ten. Then as she had finished sherry started to talk about her dad doing the same thing. Disclaimer: The author does not indorse or condone the use of any illegal drugs nor is the author responsible for any dumbasses who tries said illegal drugs because of this story. This story is a work of fiction. Disclaimer 2: if I made any mistake at how a woman body may work, my apology to all I have offend Personal note: I hope I don’t offend anyone with my story and hope that you will see it as not more than a sad story. Also I know I'm not the world best writer and I ask that you not comment on that as it well know to me. Sherry kicked the lid of the cooler shut and put her feet up. “Well my first time I was a little younger then you. My mother died while giving birth to me. The way my dad tells the story when they gave him the news he had a momentarily breakdown and resented me as the doctor hand me to him.” Becky was surprised by how much Sherry had let down her armor. When they first meet she thought this girl was upbeat and happy. Yet as she watch and listened to this girl she could see the pain in her eyes. She reached back in her bag and pulled out a pill bottle. “Here” She said as she held out two pills. Without even asking what they where Sherry down them with a shot of a Boone’s Farm. She laid her head back and closed her eyes for a moment then continued with her story. “Then he said that my grandma took me into her arms and marched across the room cornering my dad by the wall. ‘Losing a partner is hard but it not far to take it out on a young girl who had just lost her mother.” Becky felt respect for Sherry grandmother and smile as a tear slowly ran down her cheek. “Since that moment dad and I have been close. He knew all my secrets and I knew his. It was the perfect daddy daughter relationship. On my eighth birthday my dad threw a party for just the two of us. I remember eating a piece of cake and I got a little of the frosting that stuck at the corner of my mouth. Daddy finger slowly slid under my chin and turned me to look at him. ‘Have I told you lately how beautiful you are to me?’ I shook my head watching as he leaned towards me until his lips touched me and he kissed me. I know that it was wrong but it was so nice that I just enjoyed it.” “As he pulled away he licked the frosting off and smiled at me. ‘You no long a little girl, sweet now you’re my big girl.’ Why do they call us big girls?” He question caught Becky off guard as she was so into her story. For the first time today she heard anger in Sherry voice. “I mean why make a big damn deal out of us being big girls. No girl is ready at that age.” She was livid and a little scary. “I think it so they want feel bad about doing it if they say that we big girls like it something that big girls do for them.” Becky looked down at her watch and smiled. “You want to come over to my house my dad is leave to go to work as of right now.” Sherry agreed and they started off toward Becky’s. “So what happen after the kiss?” Becky asked as they made it to the road. “He said that I was old enough to make him happy. He then leaned me to his bed room where he took off his cloths and I saw him naked for the first. He took a sit on the edge of the bed and called me over. He took my hand and placed it on his dick and I watch as it jumped. He started to moan and he smiled down at. ‘Wrap your fingers around it and slowly run you hand up and down it. Oh yes that a good big girl.’” Again her anger flared when she said big girl. By this time they had reach Becky’s house and she started to feel unease because Sherry looked to have come from money. She was glad when she didn’t see her foster dad’s car. She led Sherry inside and offered her a drink. They then head up to Becky’s room. “Into music are we.” Becky laughed as Sherry started point to her Godsmack poster to her Avril Lavigne t-shirt. The she asked Becky who here favorites. “I don’t have favorites bands I have songs. I just play a song over and over and let my mind wonder.” She made her way over to the stereo and Godsmack’s Serenity filled the room with his hunting melody. She pulled another joint from her metal can and lit it. “Well I sure you story didn’t end there so what happen next.” Becky said as she passed her the lit joint. “Yea you’re right about that. Once I had a good rhythm he grabbed my face and pulled me gently toward his lap. ‘Come on my girl open wide for daddy.’ I didn’t know any better so I just went with it. Then to my horror he grabbed the back of my head and held me so I could not pull away. He slowly started to push on my head and I felt more of his dick slid into my mouth. He kept this up for a while then I started choking as he cum even though I didn’t know it at the time. He pulled out he lifted me up and onto the table and start to work my clothes off.” She had to stop to catch her breath and Becky felt her pain as to what she know was next. “Then I felt his fingers in between my legs and I was scared at first but then I slowly started to feel good and I started moaning and groaning until I felt this intense presser and I felt like I pissed myself.” She open her drink and took a large drafted before she looked at Becky and smiled. “My father reaction was a little different from mind. He eyes widen and he smiled at me. ‘You’re a little squirted my big, big girl.’ I didn’t know what he meant. He stood up and got between my legs and I saw where his dick was at. Tears filled my eyes as I looked at him pleading for him not to. ‘It time you got to be the girl I want you to be.’ He said as I felt a hard stabbing between my legs. Then I felt new pain as he finally managed to get into me and my crying grew worst. Then I felt him stop and he stared right into my eyes and said ‘baby this is going to hurt.’ The he pulled back and slammed into me and I screamed as I felt a ripping pain as my little hole got stretched wider than I ever know possibly. He worked into me and the pain grown and grown then when I couldn’t take it anymore he finally cum inside of me.” Becky was sitting with her leg up and a wide eyes scared look. “How do you act so different and managed to make it look like nothing wrong?” She shrugged as she leaned back into her sit. Becky heard a noise downstairs and froze then she heard his voice calling as he ran up the stair. “Damn it bitch how many time do I have to tell you to call me when you get home?” She jumped to her feet right as the door flung open and he walked in. He started at Sherry for a moment before turning back to her. “Well slut how many time?” When she didn’t answer quickly enough he hauled off and slapped her across her face knocking her on to the bed. “Well bitch this will teach you to call. Did you think just because that cunt is sitting her I would hurt you.” Then to her horror he grabbed her by the hair pulling her to the floor until she was on her knee before him. He made quick work with his zipper and had his hard dick out and he jerked her hair casing her to scream. It was cut off when he forced his dick down her throat and she was so ashamed to be like this in front of Sherry. Sherry for her part was terrified at what was happing before her. When she and her dad did this he was gently and treated her more like a lover then what Becky was going through. She watched frozen as Becky cried and was force to take his whole dick. Sherry was even more horrified when he pulled out and threw her to the floor. She watched as Becky’s head bounced hard on it and she laid there crying. “Bitch you better call me next time.” He finished with a few well place kicks to her ribs and then nodded to Sherry before leaving. The door closed and the sound of an engine coming to life then fade and Becky never moved for the floor. Her eyes where closed but her breathing was out of control. He ribs felt like a puzzled and her head was ringing from hitting the floor. Sherry finally managed to pull herself together and managed to kneel next to Becky. “Oh my god, are you ok.” Becky didn’t answer for a moment then she said “get that bottle out of my bag and hand me two pills.” Sherry did what she asked and it few more minutes on the floor before Becky pushed to her feet and made her way over to the mirror. She took a sit in front of it and opened a drawer. She pulled out some cotton and carefully cleaned herself up. He lip was busted up and she was bleeding. Once she had everything cleaned up, she open another drawer and took two more pills. “What are those?” Sherry asked as she watched all this. “It’s anti-bioethics.” To be continued.

It was almost two years later when I finally decided that I could not liar to myself anymore. I was in tenth grade at Southern Vance High School and I meet a boy by the name of David. He was cute, fun, and a joy to hang with. I hung with him more and more as the days pass and I started seeing him in a new light, but I had no idea if he was into guy because he had a girlfriend. It was during lunch time and I was hung with my girlfriend Ashley. Ashley was bi as well so I know her girlfriend all thou she would never let the two of us be alone. At the time she was the only one who knew I was as well. Anyway I was talking about David to her. “Yeah I know him, he in my France class.” I look up at her. “What do you know about him?” I ask trying not to show any emotion. “Why do you want to know you like him more than a friend?” I turned away looking around. I hate that she talked so loud and as had to watch what I said to her because I had already be beat up because someone thought I was gay. “Just asking that all.” I said when I turned back. “Well if you do just tell him. He like us you know.” I gave her a question look and she sighed. “You know bi.” I felt my pulse quick and didn’t say anything. The bell ringed and I head to my next class which David and I shared. During class I could not stop myself from taking peak at him as the teacher told. When the bell finally ringed I got my stuff and head into the hell. Someone grabbed me by my shoulder and slammed me against the lockers. “Saw how you kept checking that guy out in class fag.” Three of the worst kids in school moved to surround me. “I don’t want any trouble.” I know it was stupid to say because they didn’t care if they got in trouble. Well they beat the shit out of me but at least I got a few good licks in before I was knocked to the floor. “Get the fuck off him.” I barely had the strength to look up but my heart picked as I saw David running over. He shoved one of the kids away. “What the fuck is wrong with you.” “Hey we did you a favor asshole. You should have seen this fag checking you out.” I felt my face redden and duck my head down to hide it. Luck for us three teacher showed up and pulled the trouble makers away. A head appeared in my sight and I grabbed. David pulled me to my feet and slung my shoulder around his. “Come on I give you a ride. You need to go to the Hospital?” I spit the blood out of my mouth and shock my head. “Thanks for helping.” He laughed as he helped out of the school into the parking lot. “Hey what are friends for.” When we got to his car and we pulled out he looked over at me. “So was what he said true where you checking me out.” I turned away not know what to say. I know what my girlfriend had said but she had a way of making shit up. “Kind of, yeah.” I finally said. He pulled into my driveway and I show that my parent where out. “You got a first aid kit? So of those cuts are really bad.” I nodded and lead him to my bathroom. He had skillful hands because he managed to clean and bandaged my cuts. “Thanks for everything.” I tried to walk away but hand on my shoulder cause me to turn. He pushed me up against the wall and held his face about an inch from mine. “You just the kind of guy I like.” Then his lips where on mine, I kissed many girls in my time but this was my first time with a guy and boy did it feel good. I guess it was at that moment that I finally stopped fighting who I was. My hands tangled in his long black hair as I pulled his face towards mine and deep the kiss by sliding my tongue into his mouth. His touch mine and the little air I had in my lung left me. I spun until he was against the wall and moved my hands slowly down until I came to his chest. That was when I heard the door close. “Mike.” my mother voice called out. I jerked back and tried to fix my hair. “My parents don’t know about me ok.” He moved close to me and lean forward until his mouth was near my ear. “Then why don’t we continue this at my place tomorrow?” I bite my lip and nodded as I lead him out of my room. “Oh god Mike what happen?” My mom rushed up to me and grabbed my face. “Just some asshole at school. I’m fine so don’t worry. David brought me home the held me bandage them up.” She thanked David and I walked him out. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow and I hope more of you after.” He words made me shiver. He pecked me on the cheek before getting in his car and leaving. When I got back inside my mom was cooking. “That was nice of David to help you out like that.” I smile and nodded. “Yeah we had planned to get together and study for a test on Friday but with this we push it off to tomorrow so I won’t be home for dinner is that ok.” She nodded and I held back to my room. The next day I was a ball of nerves waiting until the finally bell of the day. When it came he walked over to me. “Ready to go.” To nerves to speak I nodded and we left school. I was quiet as I rode with him to his house. “Is something wrong?” “No it just that I never really done much with a guy before and never with someone I really liked.” He smile and leaned over. “Don’t worry I take it easy on you.” The way he said it sent shiver down my spine. We got to his house and he led me down to the basement which was his room. I barely had time to say anything before his lips were on mine and his tongue was down my throat. He reached up until his hands were on my face and started pushing me back towards his bed. The back of my legs hit the bed and I fall back. “So you never done anything like this before.” He said as he pulled his shirt off. I was so lost in his muscular chest that I couldn’t speak. He crawled up until his lips where on my again and I move my hands to his back. Like they had a mind of the own my hands slid down until I had his ass in my hands. I could wait until I feel it without his pants in the way. He leaned back and pulled my shirt off then moved his mouth until he was sucking on my right nipple. The feel sent electric shook through my body. I understood why girl like it. He switch to the other as my hand fought to unbuckle his belt. He leaned back so I could move room and start unzipping my pants as well. I finally managed to get his belt loose and his pants undone. I push them down as far as I could with my straddle me like he was. I reached back and pulled him back to me then slid my hands under his boxers. He moaned when he felt my hand grab and squeeze his ass. “I think my and your pants need to go.” He said as he jump up let them fall to the ground then he pulled my off as well. The he caught my eyes and removed his boxers. His erect cock popped into view and I hear the gasp the left my mouth. He had to be eleven inches long and three inches thick. I swallowed a little afraid of it. “Don’t worry I said I go easy on you.” It didn’t help me any but it did give me the courage to move until my mouth was near it. I reached out and slowly start to stroke it feeling the warmth the radiation off. I move until my tongue tasted the tip of it. Then I felt his hand move until they were on each side of my head. He pushed forward and I felt his cock glide over my tongue. It was the first time having a dick in my mouth and the taste was a little bitter at first but soon it didn’t matter. As he rocked his hips I swirled my tongue and sucked as hard as I could. When I felt the head touch my throat I took a deep breath and swallowed feeling it slid down. “Oh god I thought you never done this before.” He grunted as he forced his cock in my mouth faster. It was true that it was my first time giving a blow job but I training my throat with a dildo I hide in my room. His grunts grew louder and I know he was close to cumming. “Oh god I about to cum.” He shouted and I grabbed his ass pulling in further into my mouth. The first stream shot down my throat almost make me sick but I held off. I pulled back until only his head was in my mouth and his shot three more giant gulps of cum in to my mouth before pulling out all the way. He laid down on the bed panting. “That was not bad at all for you first time.” I leaned back and kiss him pushing the little cum I had left into his mouth and he sucked my tongue clean. “Now how about I returned the favor.” He said as he moved until his head was at my cock. I held my breath when I felt his wet tongue move down to my crotch. He took my how eight inch cock in one try. His tongue dance around my cock and he pick up speed as he moved his head up and down. The pressure build and my balls tight up. “I’m cumming.” And like I had he just kept going. The first shot was like a volcano shoot more cum then I have ever had. When I had stop he move until his face was near mine and he let my cum drip into my open mouth before sealing it with his lips. After he broke the kiss he laid down next to me. “Well for you first time with a man I think this is a good point to stop for today.” He laughed as my face drop. He grabbed my face and pulled close to him. “Oh don’t worry I'm going to have you over here a lot. No other guy at our school can deep throat me and I really want to be the first the plows that hole of yours. I smile and drift off to sleep next to him. To Be continued

Pain in my legs woke me the next morning and I tried to fight to stay asleep but they just got to be too much and I finally set up and grabbed my pain killers and the bottle of water on my bedside table. Now that I was fully awake I got to my feet and barely managed to grab the table as my legs bowed. My crutches where sitting by the dresser and I used the table then the dresser for support until I finally managed to grab them. I walked over to my bag and pulled out some clothes and walked into the bathroom to change. I had to sit on the toilet to get my pants on and each second that passed I started getting madder and madder. He beat me and raped me for two and a half years. He took my ability to have kids and now he took this too. I’ll be damn if he gets my life as well. Using the anger I got up and walked to the stairs and that was where I faltered. I looked at the stairs all the way to the bottom and wonder how this was going to work. Get up them had been a bitch but getting down them was stupid without help and help came just as I realized that. “Need a hand?” I smiled as Mr. Clearwater grabbed my arm and started helping me down. I did almost fall but his quick reflexes stopped me and held me until I had my balance. I thanked him both then and at the bottom. We walked into the kitchen and I stood out back and got my morning cigarette. I could tell that he wasn’t happy about me smoking but he didn’t try to stop me either. “Ashley got her shifts changed to afternoon so she will be picking you and Sherry up and dropping you off at school. I got the time to pick you guys up and get you home before I go back to work. Also we’re looking at a few houses after school.” He nodded towards my legs and I understand as I thought back to the stairs. He left and Sherry got up at her usually time and ate breakfast. I was going over a folder that I got from the hospital looking for the paperwork that I needed to give to the school about my injuries. Sherry walked up beside me and started making sure she had everything and I ran my finger down from her ear to her shoulder. Then I kissed her cheek before she turned and I sealed my lips on hers. “Thanks for last night.” I whispered as I leaned my forehead against hers. About that time a knock on the door told me that Ashley was there. She hugged me then Sherry and I made my way to the car. When we got to the school I saw a lot of the kids watching as Ashley helped me out of the car and Sherry handed me my crutches. They watched me all the way until I walked into the office. Miss. Phoenix was standing at the desk and she smiled when she saw us. “I’m glad you made it back to school Miss Miller.” I laid one of my crutches against the desk and took off my back to get the folder out when I felt a sharp pain shot up my right leg and it gave out. I lost my balance and both Sherry and Miss Phoenix caught me before I could hurt myself. “Sorry I’m still not sure how to deal with this.” I said as I looked down at my feet. “Miss. Miller never apologize for have trouble. If you need anything to make it easy for you here please let me know.” I pulled out my folder and handed it to her. “The hospital told me to give this to you.” She took it and looked it over. “Well you good for all your classes and I make sure the teacher know that you have to take you medicine at these times.” I nodded and started to head to my locker. “Hey girl I glad you back, so how long before you get off the crutches?” James said as he leaned up against the lockers. Sherry looked away and I lowered my eyes to the ground “Never.” He gasped and started trying to apologize but I just walked away as my mood dropped. It wasn’t the last time I was asked that until the news spread so by lunch every one was staring at me. I was sitting on the low line wall out front waiting for Sherry to show when James took a seat beside me. When he opened his mouth I shook my head. “It’s ok it just hard to deal with and I acted like a bitch.” I said to him again I couldn’t meet his eyes. “Here, take this and I hope things work out for you.” I took the large bag of weed and slipped into my bag as Sherry walked up. Mr. Clearwater pulled up and he helped me into his car. We spent most of the afternoon looking at the houses he had found and even bought one that we all like. I was quiet on the ride home and he asked what was wrong. “Sometimes I wish I had never been born, and sometimes I wish I had never invaded your lives. I mean you just got the house we are in now and you had to buy another just so I could get around and…” His hand over my mouth stopped me from finishing. “First off I hope to never hear you say that first part again. I know that you have you problems and I know that you feel bad about them. Second I’m very glad that you invaded our lives because I got to know a very sweet and charming young girl who my daughter seem very fond of.” I was laying in bed thinking while Sherry was in the shower about what happened today. The door to the bathroom opened and Sherry walked over and got in bed with me. When she went to curl up with me I pressed her until I had her on her back. “I think it my turn to make you feel something.” She smiled and I shifter to a position that allowed me to get at her. I trailed my finger along her face and down her neck until I came to the valley between her breasts. I lightly rubbed my way over her shirt until I felt her harden nipples under it. I move down until I could work my hand under her shirt and returned to her soft breast. When I pinched her nipple she let out a soft moan and I smiled. As I played with her breasts her breathing pickup. Then I worked my way down until I had my hand in her panties and laughed at how wet she was. She looked at me with a frown then I lightly twitted her clit and she shake. I keep working my hand and she started to trashed a little and moaning until I finally felt her climax and then she was rocking back and forth. When she finally calmed down I pulled my hand from her panties and with my eyes on her licked them clean. It was the first time every tasting a girl cum and it was sweet. She smiled and grabbed my hand and pulled me towards her. Do to how I was sitting I lose my balance but managed to shift so I landed alongside her laughing. I looked up at her and saw something in her eyes. I wasn’t sure what it was but it made me happy and I kissed her before laying my head on her shoulder and laying my arm across her stomach. She wrapped her arm around my shoulder and soon we were asleep. I was run in the woods then it hit me that I didn’t have my crutches and I was run, but here I was run and from the noises there was someone following me. Fearing it was Mike I took off as fast as I could and then he was in front of me holding a bat. I screamed but the bat smacked me in the face and I fell to the ground. I felt him push me over then I saw that he was naked and I tried to get away but the bat smacked me again and again. Then I felt him on top of me and I begged for him not to. He shoved his cock all the way into me and I screamed as he pumped over and over. He cum inside of me and got to his feet he pulled the bat back and right as it smacked my face I set up in bed in a cold sweat. I felt sick and I got up to go to the bathroom but forgot about my legs and fall landing hard on my stomach. I almost threw up then but I managed to hold it but I was running out of time. I crawled across the floor and was about half-way there when I felt hands on my back and my over worked mind freaked thinking it was Mike. I screamed and fought trying to get away until I heard Mr. Clearwater’s voice. “Becky it’s just me.” He must have seen that I was sick because he helped me to my feet as Sherry set up. He helped me to the toilet and I threw up over and over. When my last gag finished I leaned back against the bathtub and cried. He rubbed my shoulder tell me over and over it was ok. “I dream about him.” He pulled me until I was in his lap and he rocked me until I calmed down then he pushed me back until he could see my watery eyes. “He will never hurt you again.” His eyes where powerful and I nodded. He pulled me to my feet and helped me back to bed. Sherry was watching me and I could see that her eyes were watery too so I know she heard what I had said. Once I was back in bed he left and Sherry rubbed my stomach. It felt nice but I was upset and ashamed. “I can’t even walk to the damn bathroom on my own.” I said loudly and I hoped Mr. Clearwater didn’t hear me. I was glad that he found me and helped me but it was just so damn embarrassing not to do it myself. Sherry just rubbed my stomach and it wasn’t long before I was just tired and as if she could tell she curled up against me and was soon asleep. I laid there for a few more minutes and finally I fall asleep too. I didn’t have any more nightmares and I was glad it was Saturday. I got up early and once again staring at the stairs trying to decide if I could make it. “Nope” I said just as Mr. Clearwater came out of his room. Again he offered me himself for support and I made to the bottom without trouble. While I got my morning cigarette the phone ringed and Mr. Clearwater answered it. He came out and I looked up at him. “My father wants to know if you and Sherry would like to go to his ranch for the weekend.” I thought about it and shook my head. “But Sherry should go she been such a good friend to me and I don’t want to causer her to miss out on some fun. Besides with the police outside I feel safer here then out in the world.” He held my eyes for a moment and I laughed. “I never told you how I prayed to survive when Mike showed up here. Trust me I don’t want to kill myself and give that bastard what he wants.” He nodded and went up stairs. He left shortly after that and Sherry came down stairs. “I don’t want to go…” I put a finger to her lips and smiled. “Absents makes the heart grow fonder.” She smiled and I kissed her. “And don’t worry about me.” About an hour later Sherry grandfather arrived and he came in and talked with me for a few moments. When he saw my crutches he asked when I would be back on my own two feet so he could teach me to ride. “While that does sound fun there was too much damage to my back for me to ever walk without these again.” I said patting my crutches. He frown and apologized and I nodded not sure why everyone want to apologize to me. Then they left and I had the house to myself. I got on the couch and pulled my legs up next to me. Even though I couldn’t pick them up like normal I really wasn’t that upset about it. I pulled the bag of weed James had given me and rolled a fatty and while I was puffing it I flipped on the TV. I must have fall asleep because my cell phone woke me. “Hello.” I said sleepily into it. “I hope you haven’t forgotten about me bitch.” I laughed and I heard him groaning. It was the one sure fire way to get him mad. “Well let’s see I can’t have children because of you and now I can’t walk without crutches so no I don’t think I will ever forget you. Also with the police sitting right outside I don’t think I will see you anytime soon also.” I snapped the lid down and wait a second before opening it again and call my service provider. “Yes I just got a call from so one that is trying to scare me and wants to kill me is there any chance that I can get it so only numbers that are listed can call.” They lady on the other end told me that it would take a few hours for the phone to get an update and then I wouldn’t have to worry anymore. “After him taking away my ability to have kids and making me need crutches for the rest of my life I not worried, I just hate him.” I hung up and threw my phone on the table only to grab it again as it started to ringing. “Hello.” “Hi Becky I was wondering if you want to go shopping or something.” Ashley’s voice said. “Well I’m not in the mood to leave why don’t you grab some DVDs and a pizza and then we can have a girl’s night in. Mr. Clearwater at work and he don’t mind you coming over and I sure Sherry called you because I’m home alone.” I heard her mumble and know I was right. “And I would really like it anyway I need to talk to a woman about something.” There was a pause then her voice asked “why don’t you just ask Sherry, not that I mind talking with you.” I laughed and I was shocked at how much easier it was to do that. “I know you don’t and it about her so I can’t talk to her now can I.” She laughed too. “No I guess you can’t see you in about half an hour.” When the doorbell ringed I walked over and opened and Ashley threw her arms around me and held me tight. Then she walked me over to the couch and she frowned as I pulled my legs alongside of me. “So do you want to watch a DVD first or do you want to talk.” I shifted until I was looking at her and took a moment to collect my thoughts. “I’m not sure if you know but Sherry and I are getting close, closer then friend. While we both got each other off with our hands I have been thinking of taking the next step with her. While I don’t feel like I am ready for that I think she is and I want to give that to her…and I not sure how to do that. I know the basics but I was wonder if you know more.” She smiled and grabbed my hand. “First I’m glad that you are living a life again. I know how hard it was when I was young and I was afraid for you. While I have never been with a girl I am a girl so I guess the only thing you need to know is to watch and see if she likes it. While it is different than using your hand the basic areas are still the same. I guess what I am saying is while you do it watch her and when she likes what you doing continue and if she doesn’t then change it up until you find what she likes.” I stared at her “what, no do this, then do that.” She laughed and patted my hand. “Well like guys girls like different things. While doing the same thing will mostly work it nice to find what you partner likes and do it.” I shook my head and smiled then a sharp pain shot up my leg and I grabbed it to stretch it out but the pain wouldn’t leave. “Shit my pills are in my room.” She jumped up and went up stairs and before long she was back with them. “You share a bed with Sherry.” She said with a playful smile. “Hey don’t knock it if you never tried it.” I said as I took my medicine and wait for the pain to ease up. We spent most of the day watching movies until it was time for her to head to work. I had just managed to seat down with my legs alongside me when my phone went off. “Hello.” “Hey Becky I’m just calling to let you know that I have to take on a few more hours so it will be late before I get home.” Mr. Clearwater said before asking me how I was and I told him that Ashley came over and then he hung up. I watched a few more shows on TV while I enjoy the time alone. I did miss Sherry but I was glad she was having fun. A hand pressed over my mouth and I screamed but it wasn’t auditable. Mike cold eyes stared into mine and then I felt his fist bite into my side and I grunt in pain. He shoved me to the floor and I tried to crawl away while he laughed and stepped on my hand. “Remember what I said bitch.” I screamed for help but it never came. He kicked me until I rolled over then I felt him again on top of me. I slapped and spit but he pinned my arm above my head and then I felt it as he shoved hard into me. I cried as he was moving so fast in and out of me. “Becky wake up, wake up” My eyes flew open and it was dark I felt hands on me and I shoved whoever it was away and fell to the floor. “Becky it just me, it just me.” I heard the words but I couldn’t understand them as I covered my head and scream for him to leave me alone. The lights come on and Mr. Clearwater pulled my hands from my face until I saw his face. Tears ran down my face and he helped me up and to the couch. “I hate him I hate him I HATE HIMMMM!!!” He wrapped his arms around me just as the door open and two officer ran in. “It’s ok, it was just a nightmare your safe your safe.” He held me and the officer nodded and head back outside. “No it not, not with him still out there it will never be safe.” He held me until I finally stop crying. “Maybe we need to take you to a therapist again at least they may be able to help you sleep without nightmares” “Maybe you’re right. I just hate that he can get to me even when he not here.” He rubbed my back. “You want me to help you up stairs?” I shook my head. “If it’s ok with you I think I just sleep down her tonight. That bed will be lonely without her and I hate those damn stairs.” He nodded then got up and left the room. When he came back he had a few pillows, blanket, and a quilt. He helped me to my feet and then he made a bed for me. “Oh while it on my mind the deal on the house just closed so we will be moving in a few days. That way you won’t be so embarrassed about need help even though we don’t mind helping you.” I nodded but didn’t say anything. “Also you have a Physical Therapist appointment at two on Monday and I got the time to take you. I going to pull Sherry out as well and drop her off here unless you don’t mind if she comes with us.” “I don’t mind, it would be nice if they said I was getting better but I guess I going to have to accept this and find a way for it not to limit me much.” He helped me to lay back and even put my legs on the couch for me. “Sleep tight and I hope you don’t have any more dreams.” He kissed my forehead and I was shock. In all my life I could only remember my mom doing that. I laid there for a few more minutes thinking about her. Wonder if she liked Sherry and how she felt about my legs and that fact I can’t have children. I could also easily hear her right now “don’t give in and never stop living.” That made me feel so stupid for trying to kill myself in the first place. I fall asleep and dream of my mom which I would take over Mike any day. Sunday passed by and it was nice. Sherry got home just before dinner and we held each other on the couch long into the night. We both sleep on the couch and when morning came I was so happy not to have had another nightmare. When I got to school and was in my sit in first period class I was called to the office. When I got there the school counselor Mr. Thomas was waiting for me. He led me his office and told me to have a seat. “Miss Miller I was hope we can talked about how you have been holding together lately.” I nodded. “How have you been handling you injuries to you back and legs?” I took a moment thinking then said “Well most of the time I alright but I do have my moment where I ashamed for need to have so much help or embarrassed because I can’t do some things.” He asked me like what. “Well the hardest thing I can think of is…” I looked down before finishing. “Need help get out of the tub. Most of the time Sherry there to help me but I just feel like I’m a burden to her and Mr. Clearwater.” “How about with not being able to have kids, how does that make you feel?” I again took a moment before answering. “In the beginning I had trouble.” I held up one of my wrist for him to understand. “But now I know life not just about creating life for me. I had believed that because it was what my mother believed but after all this life is why I here.” He smiled then asked when I started believing that. “Right about the time the bat hit me the first time in the woods. So many things ran through my head but one thing stuck out to me and that was I want to live through this. Also it was when I realized if I took my own life I was giving Mike what he wanted and I’ll be damn before I do that.” As I talked he wrote it all down in my file then his next question got to me. “How have you been sleeping?” When I didn’t say anything he looked at me. “Nightmares” I nodded and he leaned back in his chair. “Tell me about them.” So I told him about the dreams and how I would wake in a cold sweat and how I couldn’t get my mind to focus and how I was just so scared. “Nightmares have a way of show us what really in our hearts. You act fine on the outside and you even convinced yourself of this but deep down I think you’re hiding how you really feel I would like for you to see someone about this.” I looked away knowing he was right but hated it none the less. We talked for a bit longer then I was allowed to head back to class. At one both Sherry and I were called to the office for the day and Mr. Clearwater was talking with Mr. Thomas about getting me help and then we drove to my Physical Therapist office. There they had me do different things to help relieve some of the pain I was feeling. It left me in more pain but they said it would stop after awhile. Then a few days later we had the house pack up, well they had the house packed up while I set around watching feeling useless. Then we were in the new house. Even though we had three rooms Sherry and I still shared a room. Sherry was talking to her father while I got ready for bed. I was sitting on the bed when she came in to get her things to change but I grabbed her hand pulling her to the bed and kissed her. Playful at first then slowly the kissing got more intense and I worked until I had her shirt off. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I kissed down her chin to her neck until I kissed over her right nipple. She moaned and placed a hand on the back of my head holding me there. I lightly bite down and flicked my tongue over it and she shivered. While I kissed, twirled, and sucked her nipple I ran my hands down her sides until I came to her pants and unbutton them and pulled the zipper down then slowly I slid my hand down her legs until the pants fall to the ground. I switched to her other nipple and lightly pressed my finger against her panties feeling how wet she was. I smiled and pulled back just enough “I guess you like this.” Then I went back to her nipple and I slid her panties down until they joined her pants. I pulled back at this point and just stared at her gorgeous body. Her body was athletic with long auburn hair flowed down just above her c-cup breast, her stomach was flat and slightly muscularly and her pussy was shaved and even though it was my first time seeing another girl’s private area I felt drawn to her. I looked up in her eyes and could almost see the worry in them. I smiled and pulled her until she was lying on top of me and kiss her then slowly kissed my way to her ear. “Beautiful and elegant” I rolled until I was on my side and pushed until she was on her back and gave her a few more kiss before returning to her breasts. I smiled inside know that Mr. Clearwater could easily hear in the next room as her moans got louder after I started trailing my way south. I kissed down her stomach until I was just there and I could see how much she wanted this, hell by this point I want to give it to her so badly that it was a battle to take it slow almost tormenting her. “Please I can’t wait anymore.” She whined and I chuckled and ran my tongue down her slit. She grabbed my hair and pushed me it her pussy and I got a moment when I remember Mike doing something similar. I closed my eyes and pushed the thought from my mind not letting him fuck this up for her. I pulled back and I heard her groan in frustration but I smiled as my moved until I was lying between her legs. I looked up at her and saw the plea in her eyes. Then I lick her slit and twirled my tongue on her clit and she squealed and I thought she was cumming but she calm down and I did it again and got the same reaction. I worked my way down until I got my tongue between her lips and slowly started digging in and out of her hole. She was going mad and I know she was close. I then sucked her clit into my mouth and lightly bite down and then my face was cover in her juices as she exploded. I cleaned her juices up until she pushed my face away. “St…op…plea…se.” I laughed I pushed up until my mouth was on hers. “I hope that was enjoyable for you.” I said as I rolled onto my back next to her. She was shaking and I smiled know I did that to her. She rolled over and was trying to get my shirt off when I grabbed her hand. “No I not ready for that yet but I want to do something really special for you. I know I haven’t known you long and all that but I really really like you. I love you in fact. You gave me something I never thought I would have and that was love and I am so happy that I found you when I did.” She smiled and kissed me then went to get up. “Where are you going?” “I need to get dress for bed.” I smiled again and pulled her back. “You are.” Then I pulled my shirt and pants off. “And now I am too.” We wrapped our hands around each other and then fall into the best sleep I have ever gotten. To Be Continued

This little number is how two girls from different world become friends and are bond together over similar back stories of sex, rape. One of the girls watches as the other finds serenity in drugs and alcohol to escape her life. Disclaimer: The author does not indorse or condone the use of any illegal drugs nor is the author responsible for any dumbasses who tries said illegal drugs because of this story. This story is a work of fiction. Personal note: I hope I don’t offend anyone with my story and hope that you will see it as not more than a sad story. Also I know I not the world best writer and I ask that you not comment on that as it well know to me. ___________________________________________________________________________________ You ever had one of those moments when a question was asked and your response was. “Pull up a chair it going to be a long one.” Well this tale of my is about two young girls that had one. The first girl Becky who’s only fourteen get to school late. Her foster father held her up again but she wasn’t going to tell that. When she entered the main office she found Miss Phoenix the principle of her school talking to a girl about the same age. Miss phoenix looked up. “oh Becky I glad you’re here would you mind show Miss. Clearstone to her classes today.” “If I do will I still have Detention today.” She asked with a little edge to her voice. She silently preyed that she would still get detention. While Miss. Phoenix thought it over she looked over at the girl. She noticed then that the girl was watching her and Becky cut her eyes away. She wasn’t sure why but a part of her felt intimidated by this girl. She had long auburn hair with nice hazel eyes that shine with life. Her soft tan skin set her face off with just a hint of mystic. She stand tell at all 5’4” and she was dress in a mini shirt and a halter top. Becky thought about how she looked and turned even further so the other girl couldn’t see her face. She stood at 5’ 6” with an athletic figure. Her light brown hair was in a short pixie cut style. Her shorts and hoody was a dark black color. People thought she was Goth but that wasn’t why she like that color. She had learned over the passes nine years that blood had a hard time showing on black. While all this hit Becky the Principle finally made up her mind. “You can have this week off for doing this.” Her smile was fake as Becky rolled her eyes and head toward the door. As she neared the door she said in a voice barely above a whisper “Just what I need more damn time at home.” She thought no one could hear her but the girl eyes rose. Once in the hall the girl held her hand out to Becky. “The name Sherry.” They talked for a way in between classes and at lunch. As school let out Sherry found Becky sitting out front watch the other kids get into cars. “You don’t want to go home do you.” Becky jumped in surprise not know that she was there. “When the principle lets someone out of detention they are normally happy, but you my girl looked pissed.” Becky got and started walking away on only stopped when Sherry’s hand grabbed her shoulder lightly pulling her. “It’s ok I know what it’s like not wanting to go home. Do you know any place nearby where two girls can have a good time without be bothered by anyone?” Becky smiled and waved for her to follow. Becky lived about three miles from school down a road surrounded by trees on both sides. You know one of those roads that if you get kidnap on no one would know about it. About two years ago she was walking by when she saw a shack set back in the woods about five hundred feet. After checking it out she made it her home away from home. She got light by using battier lanterns and some other basic needs. “Wow this place is cool.” Sherry said as they walked into the clearing where the shack stood. They when inside and Becky light a few lanterns then pulled a cooler full of Boone’s farm. Sherry took a seat on one of the two chairs in the room and watch as Becky took a small metal can from her school bag. “That’s weed.” She screeched as she saw the herb. “That not a problem I hope.” Becky said as she raised a joint and lit it before puffing it a few times. “Oh no it just I never got why people smoked it. It just never did anything for me.” She took the lit joint from Becky and did her own puffs before handing it back. Becky let her hand fall back as she took a few more puffs. Then she turned slightly and hand it back as she said. “Most people do it for the taboo of. You know the trying and quitters. Then the one that sticks with it does so for the fun of it. Then there those like me who just want to be numb.” They kept passing it back and forth before Sherry look over at her. “What do you mean by numb!” I started to laugh and stared up at the ceiling again. “Don’t you mean why do i want to be numb.” Becky to a moment then looked into Sherry’s eyes as she did Sherry gave a small nodded. “Well I hope you don’t have to be home soon because this is a long o’tale.” “When I was five my mom died, a drunk driver slammed into her car and Frank my fa…” She took a deep calming breath trying to slow her heart. “My father become depressed and started to pull away from everyone. So I had to learn to take care of myself. Then when I was ten I had got home from school one day to find him in a really bad mood. I don’t even remember what it was about.” Unaware in doing so Becky hand slowly started to rub the right side of her face. “His finally calmed down when he slapped me across face.” Sherry noticed for the first time how sad and dead Becky light green eyes looked as she took a moment to calm her breathing. She could see the pain the story caused Becky as she talked but it seem like now that she had she couldn’t stop if she wanted to. When a tear slid down her left cheek Sherry pulled a tissue and hand it to her. “He didn’t knock me down but I did stagger a few steps back. I truly don’t believe that he had indented to hit me because he was as shock as I was. He then left and I didn’t see him again until later that night. He came into my room and I was scared that he was going to hit me again. He sat down next to me on the bed and slowly reached out to rub my face. ‘Baby I’m so sorry for what I did early. I never meant to take my anger out on you.’ He said as he pulled me into his arms which felt nice seeing as it was the first hug he had give me in over five years. Then I felt his hand started to squeezing my ass, which at first didn’t bother me until he started hurting me. ‘Daddy stop, that hurts’ but all he did was shove me onto my back and he got on top of me pinning me to the bed.” Becky laughed as she grabbed a bottles and opened and tilting it back taking a good fourth of the bottle. “So there I was ten years old pinned down by my father. He leaned down and kissed my lips softly. I was so shocked that I didn’t do anything then…I don’t I responded and started kissing him back. ‘Come with me.’ he suddenly said as he jerked me up pulling me towards his room. He pulled me into his arms and started kissing me again as we neared his bed. It was so nice to finally be given so much attention that I kissed him back without even thinking about it. Then he pulled off my nightgown and when I tried to cover up he pulled me into his arm and slowly ran his hands up and down my back again cupping my ass.” Becky then reached back into her bag pulling out a pack of cigarettes. “Sorry I only have on left or I would offer.” She said as she lit it up. “So the first man I had every kiss or got groped by was my father. I really started liking kissing him when I felt his thumbs hook my panties trying to work them down. ‘Dad no stop.’ He pushed away from then slapped me again yelling ‘slut you will do what I want.’ The he pushed me on the bed and yanked of my underwear and then I felt something pushing again me. I was crying and begged for him to stop but then I felt I had been ripped open. Sharp pains shot up from my crotch and it only got worst as I felt him slowly forcing into me.” “Then I felt him hit something inside of me and before I could do anything he pulled back and slammed his crotch against mine and pain beyond anything I had ever felt hit me. I scream so loud and begged for him to stop but he didn’t until I felt it inside. I didn’t know what it was but it shooting from him. Then he pulled out and I whimpered.” “It was the first and last time he ever touched me like that.” Sherry eyes rose as she leaned forward in her chair. “You told on him.” Becky took another deep breath and shook her head. “No the next morning he got mad at me again and he threw me down the stairs. I had two broken bones in my arm and a fractured knee cap. I also had a bad Concussion. When the doctor looked me over he started asking me questions and I told him what happen. After that my father was in jail and I was sent off to a foster home that was worst then my home.” She looked up as she finished her bottle. “I think that way I never told on my dad.” Sherry said quietly but it till caught Becky. “You dad does it to you.” Sherry looked over at me and thought for a moment. “My dad has sex with me but he never hurts me like yours did.” Becky leaned forward in her chair. “Well I shared a little of my history so let her you beginning.” To Be Continued In the next Chapter Sherry tells her story.

This is the story about how I started to enjoy sex and experienced love for the first time. This is my first sex story I've ever written, but if people like it I'll probably do more about my other adventures. To be honest I intended to write about how I ended up with my sister, but as I was writing it it only felt right to let this be all about Sarah. I hope you enjoy it! I was one of the first girls in my school to develop breasts, which this garnered a lot of attention from the boys in school. By the time I was 15 I had developed into a full d cup while still maintaining a slim figured. With my black hair barely covering my ears, hazel eyes, and pale white skin I never really thought of myself as more than cute. I had no interest in trying to attracted anyone so I dressed modestly, not that my body didn't still stand out. Regardless I had no interest in dating as I had never really found guys attractive. I will admit I was masturbating almost nightly at the time, but instead of a specific person I focused on how it made me feel. This was just the way I was, nothing strange about it. Finally there came a time when this guy in school was pressuring me a lot to go out with him. Most of my friends told me to go for it and even my parents thought it would be good for me to start dating. After feeling pressured all around I accepted. Naturally, being a horny teenage boy our dates would quickly turn into him playing with my breasts and kissing me. To be honest even though he was pretty clumsy and I wasn't attracted to him, I really liked the feeling of having them touched and played with. I tried to play the role of a good girlfriend, letting him kiss and touch me as he liked, but naturally he always wanted more. He began making me stroking him while he would suck on my breasts. Something about it did excite me, the feel of a hard cock slick with precum as he tried to devour my breasts was certainly a new experience. After doing that a few times he tried slipping a hand into my panties and discovered how wet I got. From then on I was doomed, he knew he could excite me and loved to tease me with it. I quickly started to feel less like a girlfriend and more like a sex toy, particularly when he began making me give him blow jobs. I didn't know about submission at the time, but the feeling of serving and pleasing someone sexually definitely effected me even though he was a jerk about it. Naturally this lead to sex, which he gave to me as his present on my 16th birthday. There was no passion or pleasure, just violation. Still let him, wanting to live up to what I thought a good girlfriend would be. One day He asked me to come over his house after school for another fuck session, begrudgingly I put off my homework and did as I was told. As usual I dressed in a tight blouse and miniskirt with my sexiest bra and panties available per his instructions. The door was unlocked when I got there so I let myself inside and went up to his room only to find him fucking another girl from school. She was riding him and he just waved at me and said, "hey." "What is going on?" I said in frustration and confusion. "Oh, I'm breaking up with you, Tiffany is a much better fuck, but if you wanted to join in.." He was so nonchalant about it that I was furious. As if agreeing to date him and do all of those things was no big deal and meant nothing to him. I started thinking that I had done something wrong or wasn't good enough. All I could do is run out of the house and get home as soon as possible, crying all the way. When I got home I called my best friend Sarah and began babbling incoherently until she told me she was coming over. By the time she got there I had calmed down a bit and just sat on my bed curled up into a ball. She quickly shut the door and sat next to me, wrapping her arms around tight. I always thought Sarah was very pretty. He had light brown hair that draped over her shoulders, a thin body, thin lips, and glasses which couldn't hide her stunning green eyes. It looked like she had just thrown on her shoes and ran over since she was in sweatpants and a t-shirt. It felt good to having someone holding me who cared about me. After I spilled the whole story of everything he made me do and what had happened she did he best to calm me down and tell me it wasn't my fault. She was right, I never should have agreed to date him or do all of those things. Sitting there on my bed I left loved in her arms like I never had with him. She looked into my eyes and told me she thought I was beautiful, sexy, sweet, and loving. That I was too good for him and deserved someone who would love me. That is when it happened, she kissed me. It was soft and sweet, just sucking my lower lip slightly. My mind was blank, I didn't know what to think, feel, or say. All I knew was that she made me feel something I had never felt before and I liked it. She kissed me again more firmly and I kissed back. I had never realized it before, but after a few months of dating that guy I had never once kissed him back. It felt good so I squeezed her tight, not wanting the moment to end. A small moan left my lips and pressed into hers as I felt her hands moving over my body tenderly. One hand stroking my back with the other rubbing my sensitive breast just slightly through my clothes. I don't know if she was trying to tease me or going on instinct, but my heart was pounding out of my chest. Her lips never left mine as she touched me, her fingers now delicately unbuttoning my blouse. I purred and cooed against her lips, completely powerless to the gentle pleasures she gave me. Loud moans forced their way into her mouth after she had removed my bra and held my plump breast in her hand, the hard nipple poking her palm. My tongue instinctively darted for hers, needing that comfort and closeness. We sat there for what felt like an eternity, her hand exploring my breast to learn all of the best ways to make me moan. All the while our tongues cuddling and making a gentle love all of their own. Eventually she pulled back from the kiss, my lips reaching out to hold on to hers with no avail and I realized she was crying. "I love you Amanda," she told me. "I think I've always loved you. I know I've wanted to kiss you since I was very young. Ever since I learned about sex and began touching myself you have been the only person I could think about. I imagine kissing you and touching you just like this and now it is real. I'm so happy right now it doesn't matter if you don't love me back I want to show you what it is like to be with someone who really does love you more than anything.. anyone else in the world." I was touched. I didn't know what to think, but I loved the way she made me feel bother emotionally and physically. I gently bit my full lips and nodded as I stared into her eyes. She wiped the tears from her eyes and kissed me again with sudden passion. Her hands moved to remove the rest of my clothes and hers. Lips moved to my neck, sucking them with sweetness and hunger with our naked bodies tightly together in our embrace. Her lips moved lower, over my collar bone and down to my heart with soft kisses followed by a tender sucking. Lowering her ear to my heart she listened to it pound for her, my heavy breath forcing my breast to press up against her face. Hands moved to each breast, massaging them both more firmly then she did to the one before. I moaned out loudly and felt my hips rocking against her stomach on their own, a sticky hot wetness smearing over my hips and thighs as I painted her belly with my arousal. Suddenly I realized that my younger sister was home when I heard music go on through the wall. I covered my mouth with my hand just in time to muffle the scream Sarah gave me from sucking my nipple into her mouth. and rolling her tongue around it. The feelings she gave me were so amazing that I wanted to scream out, but I could get caught, I couldn't let this end. After a few minutes of that she released my nipple and kissed down my stomach. The anticipation drove me wild. My boyfriend had never been good at pleasing me and had never tried going down on me. Yet here, my beautiful best friend who was in love with me was about to. My whole body trembled as he lips moved lower and lower, firmly sucking more and more each time. Her lips enveloped my pussy gently as she sucked and moaned with delight, Her small mouth struggled at first, but she was able to get the entirety of my tiny pussy into her mouth. I could tell that she filled with intense passion which had been bottled up inside of her. She poured it into me like a thick syrup, filling my body with the most pure love and pleasure I have ever felt. As she sucked the honey from my pussy her tongue rubbed and stroked my clit, spinning around it with the same delicate intensity she was so good at stimulating me with. Before I knew it I exploded with the most powerful orgasm of my life. Sarah continued to kiss and suck at my pussy and clit until my body laid still and my breathing slowed. She laid next to me, and pulled the blankets over us before holding me in her arms and telling me again how much she loved me. We both dozed off to sleep. I woke up a few hours later and heard Sarah talking to my parents. She explained all about the break up and how upset I was. I was really glad she spared me from having to tell them myself. The next day in school I found out that my now ex-boyfriend had told everyone I was a slut and he dumped me for the other girl. This made the guys chase after me more than ever, but it didn't bother me. All I had to do was ignore them and hold Sarah's hand and everything was alright. I didn't know what I would do if I ever lost her....

This is the story about how I started to enjoy sex and experienced love for the first time. This is my first sex story I've ever written, but if people like it I'll probably do more about my other adventures. To be honest I intended to write about how I ended up with my sister, but as I was writing it it only felt right to let this be all about Sarah. I hope you enjoy it! I was one of the first girls in my school to develop breasts, which this garnered a lot of attention from the boys in school. By the time I was 15 I had developed into a full d cup while still maintaining a slim figured. With my black hair barely covering my ears, hazel eyes, and pale white skin I never really thought of myself as more than cute. I had no interest in trying to attracted anyone so I dressed modestly, not that my body didn't still stand out. Regardless I had no interest in dating as I had never really found guys attractive. I will admit I was masturbating almost nightly at the time, but instead of a specific person I focused on how it made me feel. This was just the way I was, nothing strange about it. Finally there came a time when this guy in school was pressuring me a lot to go out with him. Most of my friends told me to go for it and even my parents thought it would be good for me to start dating. After feeling pressured all around I accepted. Naturally, being a horny teenage boy our dates would quickly turn into him playing with my breasts and kissing me. To be honest even though he was pretty clumsy and I wasn't attracted to him, I really liked the feeling of having them touched and played with. I tried to play the role of a good girlfriend, letting him kiss and touch me as he liked, but naturally he always wanted more. He began making me stroking him while he would suck on my breasts. Something about it did excite me, the feel of a hard cock slick with precum as he tried to devour my breasts was certainly a new experience. After doing that a few times he tried slipping a hand into my panties and discovered how wet I got. From then on I was doomed, he knew he could excite me and loved to tease me with it. I quickly started to feel less like a girlfriend and more like a sex toy, particularly when he began making me give him blow jobs. I didn't know about submission at the time, but the feeling of serving and pleasing someone sexually definitely effected me even though he was a jerk about it. Naturally this lead to sex, which he gave to me as his present on my 16th birthday. There was no passion or pleasure, just violation. Still let him, wanting to live up to what I thought a good girlfriend would be. One day He asked me to come over his house after school for another fuck session, begrudgingly I put off my homework and did as I was told. As usual I dressed in a tight blouse and miniskirt with my sexiest bra and panties available per his instructions. The door was unlocked when I got there so I let myself inside and went up to his room only to find him fucking another girl from school. She was riding him and he just waved at me and said, "hey." "What is going on?" I said in frustration and confusion. "Oh, I'm breaking up with you, Tiffany is a much better fuck, but if you wanted to join in.." He was so nonchalant about it that I was furious. As if agreeing to date him and do all of those things was no big deal and meant nothing to him. I started thinking that I had done something wrong or wasn't good enough. All I could do is run out of the house and get home as soon as possible, crying all the way. When I got home I called my best friend Sarah and began babbling incoherently until she told me she was coming over. By the time she got there I had calmed down a bit and just sat on my bed curled up into a ball. She quickly shut the door and sat next to me, wrapping her arms around tight. I always thought Sarah was very pretty. He had light brown hair that draped over her shoulders, a thin body, thin lips, and glasses which couldn't hide her stunning green eyes. It looked like she had just thrown on her shoes and ran over since she was in sweatpants and a t-shirt. It felt good to having someone holding me who cared about me. After I spilled the whole story of everything he made me do and what had happened she did he best to calm me down and tell me it wasn't my fault. She was right, I never should have agreed to date him or do all of those things. Sitting there on my bed I left loved in her arms like I never had with him. She looked into my eyes and told me she thought I was beautiful, sexy, sweet, and loving. That I was too good for him and deserved someone who would love me. That is when it happened, she kissed me. It was soft and sweet, just sucking my lower lip slightly. My mind was blank, I didn't know what to think, feel, or say. All I knew was that she made me feel something I had never felt before and I liked it. She kissed me again more firmly and I kissed back. I had never realized it before, but after a few months of dating that guy I had never once kissed him back. It felt good so I squeezed her tight, not wanting the moment to end. A small moan left my lips and pressed into hers as I felt her hands moving over my body tenderly. One hand stroking my back with the other rubbing my sensitive breast just slightly through my clothes. I don't know if she was trying to tease me or going on instinct, but my heart was pounding out of my chest. Her lips never left mine as she touched me, her fingers now delicately unbuttoning my blouse. I purred and cooed against her lips, completely powerless to the gentle pleasures she gave me. Loud moans forced their way into her mouth after she had removed my bra and held my plump breast in her hand, the hard nipple poking her palm. My tongue instinctively darted for hers, needing that comfort and closeness. We sat there for what felt like an eternity, her hand exploring my breast to learn all of the best ways to make me moan. All the while our tongues cuddling and making a gentle love all of their own. Eventually she pulled back from the kiss, my lips reaching out to hold on to hers with no avail and I realized she was crying. "I love you Amanda," she told me. "I think I've always loved you. I know I've wanted to kiss you since I was very young. Ever since I learned about sex and began touching myself you have been the only person I could think about. I imagine kissing you and touching you just like this and now it is real. I'm so happy right now it doesn't matter if you don't love me back I want to show you what it is like to be with someone who really does love you more than anything.. anyone else in the world." I was touched. I didn't know what to think, but I loved the way she made me feel bother emotionally and physically. I gently bit my full lips and nodded as I stared into her eyes. She wiped the tears from her eyes and kissed me again with sudden passion. Her hands moved to remove the rest of my clothes and hers. Lips moved to my neck, sucking them with sweetness and hunger with our naked bodies tightly together in our embrace. Her lips moved lower, over my collar bone and down to my heart with soft kisses followed by a tender sucking. Lowering her ear to my heart she listened to it pound for her, my heavy breath forcing my breast to press up against her face. Hands moved to each breast, massaging them both more firmly then she did to the one before. I moaned out loudly and felt my hips rocking against her stomach on their own, a sticky hot wetness smearing over my hips and thighs as I painted her belly with my arousal. Suddenly I realized that my younger sister was home when I heard music go on through the wall. I covered my mouth with my hand just in time to muffle the scream Sarah gave me from sucking my nipple into her mouth. and rolling her tongue around it. The feelings she gave me were so amazing that I wanted to scream out, but I could get caught, I couldn't let this end. After a few minutes of that she released my nipple and kissed down my stomach. The anticipation drove me wild. My boyfriend had never been good at pleasing me and had never tried going down on me. Yet here, my beautiful best friend who was in love with me was about to. My whole body trembled as he lips moved lower and lower, firmly sucking more and more each time. Her lips enveloped my pussy gently as she sucked and moaned with delight, Her small mouth struggled at first, but she was able to get the entirety of my tiny pussy into her mouth. I could tell that she filled with intense passion which had been bottled up inside of her. She poured it into me like a thick syrup, filling my body with the most pure love and pleasure I have ever felt. As she sucked the honey from my pussy her tongue rubbed and stroked my clit, spinning around it with the same delicate intensity she was so good at stimulating me with. Before I knew it I exploded with the most powerful orgasm of my life. Sarah continued to kiss and suck at my pussy and clit until my body laid still and my breathing slowed. She laid next to me, and pulled the blankets over us before holding me in her arms and telling me again how much she loved me. We both dozed off to sleep. I woke up a few hours later and heard Sarah talking to my parents. She explained all about the break up and how upset I was. I was really glad she spared me from having to tell them myself. The next day in school I found out that my now ex-boyfriend had told everyone I was a slut and he dumped me for the other girl. This made the guys chase after me more than ever, but it didn't bother me. All I had to do was ignore them and hold Sarah's hand and everything was alright. I didn't know what I would do if I ever lost her....

Driving home, Lisa was ecstatic. She’d just had the kinkiest, most satisfying sexual experience of her life, and she couldn’t wait to tell Kim about it. Unfortunately she’d promised Mr. Evans she’d keep it a secret. She could clearly see how he’d get fired for sure if the school found out, plus everyone would think she was some kind of freaky slut. But oh my god, it was so awesome, and Kim was practically her girlfriend, she knew she could keep a secret, and there was no way she couldn’t tell her. As she drove, though, it started to sink in what had happened, and the more she thought about it, the more she wondered why he did it. Mr. Evans had always been such a nice guy, like a friend, and she and all the other girls, not to mention their parents, trusted him implicitly. Who knew underneath he was a raging pervert who would string a girl up and fuck her after a thorough spanking. It didn’t really occur to her that he might have known she would be into it, or that it had been carefully planned out. For all she knew this is what he did for fun. Then she thought, oh shit, what if he’s doing some of the other girls too? As she pulled up to her house and ran upstairs to shower and change, the emotions began to mix into a slow boil; her full-body satisfaction was being replaced by a growing confusion as more questions kept coming up. It just didn’t make sense that this would suddenly happen the way it did. “How was practice, dear?” her mom asked from down the hall. It was later than she usually got home, and there was an underlying inquiry in her mother’s tone. She had to mentally regroup. “Oh, fine. Turns out we left a bunch of stuff behind on Saturday, and we got in a ton of trouble for it.” She was trying to sound as normal as possible. “Then I had to stay afterwards to talk to coach about it.” “Dee called a little while ago,” her mom continued from the doorway of her room, apparently satisfied with the explanation. “She just got back from school and said you should call her.” “K, thanks,” Lisa said, hurrying into her room to avoid the possibility of a face to face. She was a pretty good liar, as any teenager would be, but there was way more to hide here, plus there might be some extra funky fragrances wafting about. She tossed her well-used workout clothes onto one of the many piles of clothes, hiding them in plain sight, put on her robe, and scurried to the bath. In the shower the hot water made her ass smart a bit, and she giggled at the absurdity of it. She rubbed her wrists, which were sore and a little red from the binding, hoping there wouldn’t be an leftover marks she’d have to explain. As she stood there under the soothing flow, she went through the afternoon and the past few days in her mind, looking for clues as to how it all came about. She also analyzed how Mr. Evans had been behaving towards the other girls, to see if there was anything going on there. But she came up with nothing. Once out of the shower and toweling off, she thought back about what she’d told Dee about the weird way coach kept bumping into her, wondering if that had gotten him worked up, too. Then she stopped. Dee. She’d told Dee all this stuff. About the bumping, about thinking he was hot. Oh my god, even about the spanking. She threw on her robe and ran back to her room. She went through her bag to find her phone. Yup, Dee called her cell too. There had to be something to that. She was about to hit the call back when she had a wtf moment. Her gratification with having figured part of it out gave way to more confusion. Did Dee just tell him about her? Was she in on it? If so, that could mean she was doing him too. Her emotions boiled up again through small doses of anger, jealousy, embarrassment, and annoyance. Then she composed herself a bit. It was still the best fuck she’d ever had, and she was surely hoping for more of it. She sat and pondered a moment what she was going to say to Dee. She finally decided she’d say nothing and see how it played out. She hit the button. “Hey, what’s up!” Dee said excitedly on the other end. “I just got back, can you hang out tonight?’ Sounded like normal Dee so far. “Yeah, maybe. I got a little homework to do, but you know what, fuck it, I’m a senior; they can’t fail me now, right? Want me to see what Kim’s doing? We can probably hang out over there later.” She still wanted to tell Kim about it all, and there was no way she wasn’t going to see her this evening. “Sure, I gotta have dinner with my folks, but I’ll check in after seven and see where you’re at.” “Cool, talk to you later.” She hung up. Nothing suspicious there. She dialed Kim. “Hey sweetness,” Kim said, “How’d your talk with coach go?” Kim had left with the rest of the team after they got chewed out. “Um, interestingly. What are you doing now?” She wasn’t going to talk about it on the phone, but she really couldn’t wait, and there was no way she could pull off sitting through dinner with her mom. She had to find an excuse to get out. “Whoa, what’s ‘interestingly’ mean, Speedy Puss? What’s going on?” Speedy Puss was Kim’s nickname for Lisa, which packed multiple meanings, both obvious and private. “My folks are going out in a few, so come on over. But you gotta give me a hint first, or there’ll be no desert.” “Sorry, Shake, no dice, too big. See you in a about fifteen.” She hung up. Shake was short for chocolate shake, her playful reference to her mixed race, but also handy for other allusions, like ‘Do you want fries with that shake.’ Her phone buzzed with a text, from Kim. “Bitch,” was all it said. She smiled and got herself ready, told her mom she was going to Kim’s, then headed out the door. Lisa’s mom, Paula, was pretty accepting of her daughter’s behavior. It really wasn’t that bad compared to some of the stuff she knew was going on with other kids. If she wasn’t doing her homework, she spent most of her time either at practice or with Kim, so she didn’t have to worry too much about. And even though it was supposed to be a secret, she pretty much knew there was something going on between the two. But hey, it was better than having to fret over some infested boy knocking her daughter up. She’d been divorced five years now, and was just as happy to have her little girl avoiding the opposite sex for the time being. Plenty of time to learn that hard lesson in the future. Kim’s parents were just pulling out as Lisa drove up. They waved from the car, and she waved back heading up the path to the door. She walked in and headed back to the kitchen to find Kim. They shared a big wet kiss and a nice hug the way they usually did when no one was around, then held each other about the waist for a moment longer. “So, what the fuck, Puss, why the mystery? What happened?” Kim was not one to waste time. “Um, this is going to take a while to spell out, so relax.” Lisa said to calm her girl down. “I’m not hiding anything, but jeez, let me figure out where to start.” She released her embrace and sat down at the table. “ Hiding anything?!” Kim said, eyes wide, as she resumed munching her snack, standing at the counter. “What the hell?” “Yeah, I know. Trust me, holy crap.” The magnitude of what had happened and how she was going to explain it was hitting her again. “Ok, first, and completely, completely serious, this goes nowhere, right? You tell not one single person, or seriously bad things happen, so promise. Promise or I never touch your pretty, bald snatch ever again.” “Oh, you’ll touch it,” Kim said smugly, “but I promise already, go.” Lisa sat for about ten seconds, thinking through how to start conveying everything that was relevant to the event, then, overwhelmed, just jumped to a starting point. “He spanked me.” “WHAT?!” Kim was incredulous, her hand to her mouth as she burst out laughing. “You’re kidding me, right? Oh my god, he did not spank you!” She was nearly in tears laughing. Lisa felt a huge weight lift as she realized the ridiculousness of it, and started laughing a little too. “Oh, boy he sure did, and it was amazing!” “Wait,” Kim came back around, “like, sexual spanking? Like you’ve been a naughty little girl, bent over the knee spanking??” “No, not really. Better than that,” she said with an oddly defensive tone. “You’d better sit down so I can go over it.” Kim sat down across from her and listened to her story. She, of course, knew Lisa had a thing for Mr. Evans, and about how things had gotten increasingly weird with the whole personal space deal. But in no way was she expecting to hear about the incredibly erotic way he’d disciplined her friend. Lisa had only gotten so far as the end of the spanking when Kim finally said something, thinking that was the extent of it. “Wow, that was HOT . Makes me want to screw up more around him. How’s your ass feeling?” Lisa looked at her kinda puzzled, not realizing at first she thought that was all there was to it. “It’s getting better, but it really hurt for a while. The shower made it sting all over again.” “Man, that is pretty crazy. What are you going to do now?” still not getting it. “Um, there’s a whole lot more that happened, Shake. That was just the beginning.” She went on to tell her about the finger fucking, which both shocked and aroused Kim. Lisa was quiet for another moment, trying to formulate the words for the next part, and Kim again erroneously assumed the story was over. “That is messed up. I mean, kind of in a good way, but still. Wow.” Her friend’s continued silence and guilty look clued her in. “You gotta be kidding me. There’s MORE??” As she explained the final bit of it, Kim’s expression washed out as she succumbed to sensory overload. Lisa thought, my poor vanilla lover. Maybe this will open up your eyes to some adventurousness. She finished relating the rest of it, all the way up to how her butt hurt on the way home, then sat waiting for it to sink in. Kim was just staring at this point, mouth agape. Then finally she sort of laughed and said, “You let him tie you to a door and fuck you? Oh, my, GOD, you whore!” she shouted, laughing hysterically again. Lisa just sat there taking it, with a sheepish look beneath a beaming little grin. “Yup, I sure, did. And Kimmy, it was un-fucking-believable!!” “ You’re un-fucking-believable!” Kim said, jumping up out of her chair, “and you get another spanking for it!” Lisa instinctively got up and started running away, laughing. “No-no-no-no-no!” She ran down the hall and up the stairs to escape Kim, hot on her heels. They were both shrieking and laughing as they ended up in Kim’s room on the bed, Lisa on her back, Kim on top trying to flip her over against her protesting. “No, no, Kimmy, you can’t. It still hurts!” she said through her laughter. Kim was tickling her to get her to roll, pulling up her shirt to get to her skin. “Aw, does widdle Wisa have a sore bottom?” she cooed sarcastically, still mercilessly tickling her. “Maybe you better let your pretty Shake kiss it an make it all better.” She focused all her tickling to one side, making Lisa roll defensively in that direction, and finally flipped her over. Once Kim had her on her stomach, she ran her hands lightly up under Lisa’s shirt, caressing her back, easing the tension away. As she felt her start to relax, she sat up, and smacked her playfully on the ass. “Ouch!” Lisa squealed. “That’s for going off and fucking some smelling man and bringing me your sloppy seconds,” she chided. “Hey, I took a shower before I came over,” she protested. “And he’s not smelly, either. He smells kinda nice.” Smack again, though not as hard. “And that’s for sassing me.” “Hey, stop, seriously,” Lisa giggled. “Be nice!” Kim continued to caress her back. She rubbed up to her shoulder blades and leaned forward. Lisa’s curly brown hair was cut short enough to expose her neck, something Kim always liked. She kissed her pale skin, working her way around to her ear. “I’m terribly jealous, you know,” she whispered playfully. “You should have told me you liked to be dominated. I would have played along.” She emphasized her point by biting her ear. Lisa wasn’t expecting that. She’d previously thought Kim was pretty tame sexually, and assumed it was just how she was. Now she felt bad that it was just poor communication. She propped herself up on her elbows. “I’m sorry, Shake,” she said sincerely. “I hope you’re not too mad at me. I’ll make it up to you, I swear.” Kim responded by lifting Lisa’s shirt up and over her head, then pushed her back down onto the bed. Then she took off her own shirt, revealing her soft, round 32Cs. Her dark, stiff nipples stood out nicely against the mocha background of her skin. Her hair was down, allowing her long loose ringlets to drape partially over her breasts. She leaned forward again, letting her nipples trace along against Lisa’s back, allowing the weighty flesh of her globes to do the caressing, some thing both of them found incredibly arousing. “Oh my god, Kimmy. You have such great tits for that.” “I’m so glad you like them,” she said continuing for a moment before sitting back up. “Lift your hips, please. We need to take these off.” As Lisa raised her hips, Kim reached under to undo her fly, then pulled her jeans down over her full white cotton panties. “What’s this? You bring panties into my house??” she teased. Whenever they got together, the understanding was that the underwear stayed home. “I told you my ass hurts, but you didn’t believe me. I tried not wearing any, but the denim was too scratchy.” Kim gently massaged her friend’s perfect ass through the panties with both hands. The fact that they never wore them around each other, and the novelty of the innocent schoolgirl look was unexpectedly turning her on, even though it was unintentional on Lisa’s part. Kim seemed to be discovering her kinking side. She scooched back, straddling Lisa’s thighs, and leaned down to tickle her nipples against the fabric for a few strokes, then, unable to resist, she moved back further and brought her face downward, pressing into her butt while squeezing it once again with her hands. She buried herself into her friend’s pantied ass, rubbing small circles into it, reveling in the warm softness and the girlish aroma of it. Then she began nibbling, taking small bites at first, but gradually taking more and more flesh into to her mouth, until she gave into her lust and was essentially chewing on it, leaving wet circles where her mouth had been. Lisa’s reaction alternated between purrs of approval and occasional squeaks of discomfort when the bites became too aggressive. Given as they were through he fabric the overall affect was soothing to her skin, and as her panties became wetter and wetter with Kim’s saliva they felt like a balm on her tender skin. “I think I’m going to eat you alive,” Kim said in a throaty voice as she continued chewing and drooling, soaking Lisa’s panties to the point of translucence over several minutes as she attempted to devour her flesh. She moved in random patterns around the full breadth of her cheeks, and in between as far as her face would reach with Lisa’s thighs held together. What she wasn’t biting she was vigorously kneading, causing a new mixture of pleasure and pain in her friend’s already abused posterior. “Oh my gosh, Shake, that feels so good,” Lisa said tentatively, “but it’s starting to hurt too much…” “Good,” she said, matter-of-factly, sitting up to observe her handiwork. “Then you’re just about ready.” The wet, see-thru panties made a squishing sound as Kim squeezed hard, digging her fingers in and forcing her thumbs into the gap between her thighs, eventually working them beneath the fabric. Lisa’s cleft was soaked from spit and her own excitement, and Kim used her thumbs to fully massage this area, from the opening of her pussy to her tiny tight ass hole, and up between her cheeks. As she rubbed Lisa’s wet lips, she dug in extra hard with her fingertips until her nails pressed deeply, nearly tearing the wet material. The pain and pleasure of it was driving Lisa mad. She just wanted the agonizing pain to stop, and the fucking to start, and she attempted to squirm her way loose from Kim’s inescapable grip like a whiny child. “Oh, no, Speedy Puss, no fast relief for you today,” she said, tightening her grip while straightening her elbows, using her body weight to press her friend into the bed and forcing the fidgeting to stop. “That’s better. I’m going to be nice now, promise, unless you don’t cooperate. So be a good little bad girl for me, K?” She leaned over and gave her kiss on the cheek, and whispered in her ear, “Now, as much as I’ve enjoyed soaking your pretty panties for you, I’m afraid the time has come for them to go.” Lisa smiled and lifter her hips to allow Kim to pull the sopping mess down her legs, tossing them to the floor with a ‘plop’. Kim took the opportunity to stand and remove her own jeans, revealing her fully waxed pussy and impossibly tight, round, athletic ass. Lisa was watching her while lying on her stomach patiently, and the sight made her cream anew. Climbing back onto her friend, she straddled her butt and said, “First we’ll start with a nice pussy massage.” She licked her fingers and reached between her legs to massaged her pussy to get her lips good and wet and nicely opened for maximum contact. She let out a small moan as her loins were finally able to get some long overdue attention. Lowering herself down, she placed her lips to the still wet skin of Lisa’s ass, and began to grind herself about, her own wetness making things slicker still. Even though she wasn’t getting any direct stimulus from it, Lisa was happy to at last have the torment over with. And the sensation of a smooth, wet pussy rubbing against her butt was extremely arousing in its own way. Kim probably wouldn’t cum from it, but she sure knew how to get as much pleasure as possible from the motion, and her increasingly passionate noises confirmed this. After several minutes of humping, Kim managed to pry herself away, and lowered her face once again to her friend’s ass, now shiny with her own sex. She began to place a series of tiny kisses over the entire area, from the small of her back, to the sides of her hips, to the tops of her thighs, and back up through the middle to begin again. She could taste herself as she licked her lips, and the mixture of scents rising up was intoxicating. She began to lick the skin of Lisa’s increasingly sticky butt, in essence cleaning it for her. After everything her bum had endured today, the sensation was beyond description. Soothing, arousing, healing, pampering, all wrapped up into one fantastic feel. Then she felt Kim’s tongue slid down between her cheeks, and she instinctively parted her thighs as wide as her knees would go. Kim tickled her anus for a good while, enjoying the musky taste of her tight hole as it resisted then accepted her darting advances. They were now lying beside each other on the bed, Kim resting her body on the side of Lisa’s, her head towards her feet, her breasts nestled against Lisa’s back. As she moved more deeply towards the pussy she yearned to taste, Kim felt Lisa’s fingers begin to explore her own, and she pressed her hips forward encouragingly. With her own hand she began to massage Lisa’s clit, knowing she could get her to cum almost immediately. She could have tortured her further by bringing her to the brink, but it had been a pretty rough day for her sweetie, and she was dying to pop her once just to see her do it. The movement of the hand on her own pussy became more erratic as Lisa’ moans increased, until it finally stopped altogether, merely gripping her thigh. While she continued to lick the sweet taste of Lisa’s pink petals, Kim’s fingers rubbed her clit briskly until her hips began to buck up against her body. Lisa’s orgasm came up through her body like a warm glow emanating from the focal point under Kim’s thumb, and she was more than a little vocal in expressing this. She loved how she was able to come so easily, and loved the way Kim could bring it out of her. Something about the feminine touch that could be so gentle and rough at the same time, not like the animalistic fucking she’d gotten earlier. Kim’s thumb continued to electrify her clit, but the intensity felt so good even if it was too much, and her soft tongue made her pussy gush with pleasure. Her body was shaking under the weight of Kim’s chest as her orgasm began to subside. Downstairs, Dee had just walked in. She’d tried calling both their cells but didn’t get through, and knowing they were over at Kim’s figured she’d just go over. Seeing Lisa’s car out front and Kim’s parent’s car gone, she just walked in. From the foyer she heard the unmistakable sounds of passion coming form upstairs, so she quietly removed her sandals and put her bag down, then crept up the stairs. Now that Kim had gotten Lisa off, she had her right where she wanted her. She sat up and turned around to give Lisa a long loving kiss, glistening chin and all. With a devilish look in her eye she said, “And now, my little Speedy, you’re going to lay there and do my bidding.” And with that she climbed up towards the head of the bed, putting a knee on either side of Lisa’s head, and positioned herself with her pussy right on Lisa’s chin, sitting lightly on the top of her chest. Dee came to the open doorway just as Kim was climbing onto her friend’s face. From here she had a clear view of Kim’s cute butt, her long hair down her back, and Lisa’s body. Kim was facing the opposite wall, staring down at Lisa, who of course couldn’t see anything past the completely smooth pussy in front of her. Dee silently sat down in the hallway to watch, her hand reaching up the leg of her shorts and under her panties as the show developed. “So, you like to be controlled, do you, you little slut?” Kim said to her smiling submissive. With her hands on her own thighs, she slouched back, pulling her pussy away from Lisa’s face as she let a trail of spit drop down onto her clit. She did this again, and as it ran down the length of her lips, the excess formed a small pool at the base of Lisa’s neck. “Don’t even think about licking that until I say so,” she said earnestly. Lisa was shocked and aroused by her friend’s newfound kink, and Dee was absolutely turned on by it as well. With her left hand she was holding her panties aside while her right drew circles around her clit. She could only hope she’d would go unnoticed, but she wasn’t about to remove herself from the scene. “Ok, now grab my ass, please. That’s it.” Lisa’s arms beneath Kim’s legs had enough room to maneuver to place a hand on each cheek. “I bet you want to pull my sweet kitty into you, don’t you?” she taunted, pressing her butt back into her hands. “Yes, please,” Lisa said, playing the part. Kim let some more spit dribble down, this time onto Lisa’s neck, then took her right hand and smeared the collected mess around, her hand around her throat, pressing her back into the bed. “You’ll do it when I let you, is understand?” she said threateningly. Lisa nodded. “Good girl.” Still pressing downward, Kim moved her slick hand up onto Lisa’s face, rubbing her saliva all over it, then, holding her jaw, she leaned forward and let another string fall right onto her chin, which she again smeared around, this time forcing her fingers into Lisa’s mouth. “Suck,” Kim demanded, as Lisa hungrily obliged. “Better get some practice in before I give you this yummy cunt.” With her left hand she started rubbing her pussy, opening up the lips Lisa to see. She raised herself up, suspending her wet slit right over Lisa’s face, spreading her knees to lower herself tantalizingly closer. She removed her fingers from Lisa’s mouth, and, using both hands to spread her cunt open, she dropped downwards, placing her opening right on the bridge of Lisa’s nose. “Can you see that?” she cooed. “Is that a close enough view for you? How about I rub it in?” She was grinding her pussy onto Lisa’s nose and forehead. “Such a pretty face to fuck.” Dee was getting close to cumming watching this, and she had to force herself to back off. Her breathe was heavy and short as she tried not to make any noise, but what she was seeing was so thoroughly hot, she was having a hard time controlling herself. “Ok,” Kim continued, “Say please and I’ll let you lick me.” “Please,” came the small voice beneath her butt. “Aw, that’s not very convincing, Speedy. Say, ‘Please may I lick your pretty pussy.’” Kim moved her cunt back over her mouth now, anticipating. “Please may I lick your pretty pussy,” came the voice again, nearly begging this time. “Much better,” Kim said, rocking her hips side to side now. “Ok, squeeze my ass for me and bring me to your mouth. Oh, yessss, perfect…,” Kim’s voice faded into loud moans as the tension released, and Lisa’s tongue sent waves of pleasure up through her body. From the hallway Dee watched as Lisa’s fingers dug into the tight skin of Kim’s ass as she pulled her prize down to her. She could feel herself starting to cum and was no longer willing to resist. With one hand over he mouth, she held the other fast to her lips, letting the pressure on her clit burst into a ripple of pleasure as her pussy melted. Keeping her shallow, panting breaths as quiet as possible, she closed her eyes and pressed her head against the wall behind her. Were it not for the volume of Kim’s obvious pleasure she surely would have been heard gasping in the hallway. Kim was fully enjoying face fucking Lisa, who was quite expert at giving her bald slit all the pleasure it could handle once she’d been given permission to do so. Wanting so much to reward her new adventurousness, Lisa gave her he best head she could, combining tongue fucking and clit sucking to devastating effect as she held Kim’s ass hard in her hands to force her pussy to her face. It took a while, easily ten minutes of constant attention, but gradually Kim built up into a long, enormous orgasm that went on loudly for another several minutes as her squirming body forced a prolonged din of shouts and incoherent moans from her throat. By the time she was done, Dee had been able to prolong her own playtime into a continuous series of orgasms, her own increasingly careless noises drowned out by those of Kim. No longer wanting to merely spectate, she removed her tank and slipped out of her shorts. With some difficulty she brought herself to her feet, leaning against the doorway for support. As Kim sat there recovering, she glanced over her shoulder at the movement from the corner of her eye. At first she was shocked to see someone standing in her doorway, but when she recognized it to be Dee, naked, her finger to her lips, the surprise turned to excitement, and she played along with her request to remain silent. Dee pointed to Lisa’s exposed pussy, then to herself, indicated to Kim where she would go with a wink. Kim winked back and returned her attention to Lisa, still held between her legs. “You’re being a very good girl, Puss,” she said, “Now lift up your legs and let me hold on to them.” Lisa lifted her legs up, and Kim reached back to tuck each of them by her side under her arms, leaving Lisa curled up with her ass in the air. “Very good,” she said, pressing herself back onto her face. “There’s a surprise here for you. So you just hold still and let her do what she wants, ok?” Lisa’s eyes got big as she sensed someone else climbing onto the bed. A pair of hands gently held the backs of her thighs before she felt first a warm breath then a mouth on her exposed pussy. Kim held her legs firmly to her sides while Dee delicately sucked their shared captive for a long moment before sitting up and walking on her knees up behind Kim to wrap her arms around her in a big embrace. Looking past her shoulder and down between her legs she said, “Hi Lise, how’d you end up down there?” Kim, pressing forward to make sure she was unable to respond, answered for her. “She was out getting into trouble with somebody today, so I thought I’d teach her a lesson. You’re here to help I assume?” “Oh, anything I can do to teach a naughty girl some manners,” Dee said charitably. “How about I start with a nice finger fuck while you hold her.” She crawled back behind the two of them, and leaned into give Lisa’s pussy a big slobbery lick to get her nice and wet. Then she slipped two fingers in to get her used to it before adding a third when her hand got good and slick and Lisa’s opening relaxed. Kim meanwhile was enjoying the benefits of the compliant mouth between her legs, grinding her hips in small circles as her moans once more began to build. Dee was working on getting her fourth finger into the tight snatch before her. She leaned over to use her tongue on her clit to help encourage its acceptance, and soon with all four fingers she was twisting her wrist, screwing her fingers further into Lisa with each push. The muffled moans coming from beneath Kim were growing nearly as loud as those from above. Dee was able to work her fingers nearly up to the third knuckle, aided by the fact that her hand was quite small. Sensing this growing receptiveness she slipped her thumb underneath her four fingers, and began to fuck her with her entire hand, still twisting as she entered, and every now and again sucking on her clit. Slowing her tempo down, she began to ease more and more of her hand in, as Lisa’s pussy relaxed and dilated. Finally, with one long, gentle push, she cleared the knuckles at the base of her fingers, and her whole hand was able to slip in, causing Lisa’s heightening moans to swell into a muffled scream into Kim’s pussy, at which point Kim turned to see what was going on. Dee pulled Lisa’s legs free of Kim’s arms as she climbed off her chest, turning around to get a closer look at Dee’s hand buried to the wrist. Free from constraint, Lisa let out a series of long loud moans that were almost shouts, but still held her knees up towards her chest to allow a better angle. “Oh, fuck, Dee. Hold still! Fuck, that feels so good!” Lisa grabbed Dee’s arm to keep it still while she got used to it, then began to pump herself slowly with it. Kim wrapped her hand around Lisa’s and helped her ease Dee’s arm in and out. The pace soon quickened as Lisa was fully in the throws of this new and extremely pleasurable experience. After a few short minutes she was cumming hard onto Dee’s fist, screaming loudly as her entire lower body contracted around it, with Kim now rubbing her clit. Holding onto to her knees, curled in an upside down fetal position, Lisa lay helplessly shaking as spasms shook her body, nearly sobbing in ecstasy. Dee carefully extracted her hand and rubbed her pussy gently as it recovered. Then she crawled up to give Lisa a kiss hello. “I learned a couple of new tricks at college,” she said, “and I couldn’t wait to get back and show you. Although it seems you two were doing just fine without my help.” Then she sat back up and gave Kim a kiss too. Lisa was slowly gaining her composure and finally spoke. “You would not believe everything I’ve done today, even though I have the feeling you know already.” “I’m not exactly sure” Dee said, “but I might have an idea. Did something happen with coach today?” she smiled. (Comments on the series welcome.)

This little number is how two girls from different world become friends and are bond together over similar back stories of sex, rape. One of the girls watches as the other finds serenity in drugs and alcohol to escape her life. Disclaimer: The author does not indorse or condone the use of any illegal drugs nor is the author responsible for any dumbasses who tries said illegal drugs because of this story. This story is a work of fiction. Personal note: I hope I don’t offend anyone with my story and hope that you will see it as not more than a sad story. Also I know I not the world best writer and I ask that you not comment on that as it well know to me. ___________________________________________________________________________________ You ever had one of those moments when a question was asked and your response was. “Pull up a chair it going to be a long one.” Well this tale of my is about two young girls that had one. The first girl Becky who’s only fourteen get to school late. Her foster father held her up again but she wasn’t going to tell that. When she entered the main office she found Miss Phoenix the principle of her school talking to a girl about the same age. Miss phoenix looked up. “oh Becky I glad you’re here would you mind show Miss. Clearstone to her classes today.” “If I do will I still have Detention today.” She asked with a little edge to her voice. She silently preyed that she would still get detention. While Miss. Phoenix thought it over she looked over at the girl. She noticed then that the girl was watching her and Becky cut her eyes away. She wasn’t sure why but a part of her felt intimidated by this girl. She had long auburn hair with nice hazel eyes that shine with life. Her soft tan skin set her face off with just a hint of mystic. She stand tell at all 5’4” and she was dress in a mini shirt and a halter top. Becky thought about how she looked and turned even further so the other girl couldn’t see her face. She stood at 5’ 6” with an athletic figure. Her light brown hair was in a short pixie cut style. Her shorts and hoody was a dark black color. People thought she was Goth but that wasn’t why she like that color. She had learned over the passes nine years that blood had a hard time showing on black. While all this hit Becky the Principle finally made up her mind. “You can have this week off for doing this.” Her smile was fake as Becky rolled her eyes and head toward the door. As she neared the door she said in a voice barely above a whisper “Just what I need more damn time at home.” She thought no one could hear her but the girl eyes rose. Once in the hall the girl held her hand out to Becky. “The name Sherry.” They talked for a way in between classes and at lunch. As school let out Sherry found Becky sitting out front watch the other kids get into cars. “You don’t want to go home do you.” Becky jumped in surprise not know that she was there. “When the principle lets someone out of detention they are normally happy, but you my girl looked pissed.” Becky got and started walking away on only stopped when Sherry’s hand grabbed her shoulder lightly pulling her. “It’s ok I know what it’s like not wanting to go home. Do you know any place nearby where two girls can have a good time without be bothered by anyone?” Becky smiled and waved for her to follow. Becky lived about three miles from school down a road surrounded by trees on both sides. You know one of those roads that if you get kidnap on no one would know about it. About two years ago she was walking by when she saw a shack set back in the woods about five hundred feet. After checking it out she made it her home away from home. She got light by using battier lanterns and some other basic needs. “Wow this place is cool.” Sherry said as they walked into the clearing where the shack stood. They when inside and Becky light a few lanterns then pulled a cooler full of Boone’s farm. Sherry took a seat on one of the two chairs in the room and watch as Becky took a small metal can from her school bag. “That’s weed.” She screeched as she saw the herb. “That not a problem I hope.” Becky said as she raised a joint and lit it before puffing it a few times. “Oh no it just I never got why people smoked it. It just never did anything for me.” She took the lit joint from Becky and did her own puffs before handing it back. Becky let her hand fall back as she took a few more puffs. Then she turned slightly and hand it back as she said. “Most people do it for the taboo of. You know the trying and quitters. Then the one that sticks with it does so for the fun of it. Then there those like me who just want to be numb.” They kept passing it back and forth before Sherry look over at her. “What do you mean by numb!” I started to laugh and stared up at the ceiling again. “Don’t you mean why do i want to be numb.” Becky to a moment then looked into Sherry’s eyes as she did Sherry gave a small nodded. “Well I hope you don’t have to be home soon because this is a long o’tale.” “When I was five my mom died, a drunk driver slammed into her car and Frank my fa…” She took a deep calming breath trying to slow her heart. “My father become depressed and started to pull away from everyone. So I had to learn to take care of myself. Then when I was ten I had got home from school one day to find him in a really bad mood. I don’t even remember what it was about.” Unaware in doing so Becky hand slowly started to rub the right side of her face. “His finally calmed down when he slapped me across face.” Sherry noticed for the first time how sad and dead Becky light green eyes looked as she took a moment to calm her breathing. She could see the pain the story caused Becky as she talked but it seem like now that she had she couldn’t stop if she wanted to. When a tear slid down her left cheek Sherry pulled a tissue and hand it to her. “He didn’t knock me down but I did stagger a few steps back. I truly don’t believe that he had indented to hit me because he was as shock as I was. He then left and I didn’t see him again until later that night. He came into my room and I was scared that he was going to hit me again. He sat down next to me on the bed and slowly reached out to rub my face. ‘Baby I’m so sorry for what I did early. I never meant to take my anger out on you.’ He said as he pulled me into his arms which felt nice seeing as it was the first hug he had give me in over five years. Then I felt his hand started to squeezing my ass, which at first didn’t bother me until he started hurting me. ‘Daddy stop, that hurts’ but all he did was shove me onto my back and he got on top of me pinning me to the bed.” Becky laughed as she grabbed a bottles and opened and tilting it back taking a good fourth of the bottle. “So there I was ten years old pinned down by my father. He leaned down and kissed my lips softly. I was so shocked that I didn’t do anything then…I don’t I responded and started kissing him back. ‘Come with me.’ he suddenly said as he jerked me up pulling me towards his room. He pulled me into his arms and started kissing me again as we neared his bed. It was so nice to finally be given so much attention that I kissed him back without even thinking about it. Then he pulled off my nightgown and when I tried to cover up he pulled me into his arm and slowly ran his hands up and down my back again cupping my ass.” Becky then reached back into her bag pulling out a pack of cigarettes. “Sorry I only have on left or I would offer.” She said as she lit it up. “So the first man I had every kiss or got groped by was my father. I really started liking kissing him when I felt his thumbs hook my panties trying to work them down. ‘Dad no stop.’ He pushed away from then slapped me again yelling ‘slut you will do what I want.’ The he pushed me on the bed and yanked of my underwear and then I felt something pushing again me. I was crying and begged for him to stop but then I felt I had been ripped open. Sharp pains shot up from my crotch and it only got worst as I felt him slowly forcing into me.” “Then I felt him hit something inside of me and before I could do anything he pulled back and slammed his crotch against mine and pain beyond anything I had ever felt hit me. I scream so loud and begged for him to stop but he didn’t until I felt it inside. I didn’t know what it was but it shooting from him. Then he pulled out and I whimpered.” “It was the first and last time he ever touched me like that.” Sherry eyes rose as she leaned forward in her chair. “You told on him.” Becky took another deep breath and shook her head. “No the next morning he got mad at me again and he threw me down the stairs. I had two broken bones in my arm and a fractured knee cap. I also had a bad Concussion. When the doctor looked me over he started asking me questions and I told him what happen. After that my father was in jail and I was sent off to a foster home that was worst then my home.” She looked up as she finished her bottle. “I think that way I never told on my dad.” Sherry said quietly but it till caught Becky. “You dad does it to you.” Sherry looked over at me and thought for a moment. “My dad has sex with me but he never hurts me like yours did.” Becky leaned forward in her chair. “Well I shared a little of my history so let her you beginning.” To Be Continued In the next Chapter Sherry tells her story.

It was Saturday night and I was feeling so horny – I knew I had to go out and find some cock or I would explode. I am in my 30’s but I look more like 20 so finding willing men is never a problem but tonight I knew I would need more than a quick fuck and definitely more than one cock. I dressed in a long black full skirt….you might think this a strange choice for trying to pick up but read on and you will understand my choice. I had on a low cut top showing lots of cleavage but I covered it with a high neck loose fitting black shirt……again there was a reason. I headed to a bar I knew would be crowded with after work revellers as well as lots of young men. It also had booths along a dark wall – perfect for my plans. I went straight up to the bar and ordered a drink. I then turned to survey the crowd and found my first target. He was about 25, a big guy, not all that goodlooking and not too drunk. I am quite pretty, with long blonde hair and big brown eyes so getting a guy’s attention is never hard. I walked up to him and asked him if I could buy him a drink. He looked around not sure I meant him but then saw me smiling seductively so said yes. I ordered him a stubbie of beer and asked him to follow me to a booth so we could sit. I slid in first and then as he slid in I asked him if he liked the taste of pussy. He nearly chocked but I don’t like wasting time so he finally answered yes. I sat the tsubbie on the bench between us and then sat on it. It must have looked weird but what he didn’t realize is that there is a split in the back of the skirt and I was completely naked underneath so when I sat the stubbie slid into my sopping cunt. I slid up and down a bit – my face revealing my pleasure and then I lifted myself off and moved over leaving his stubbie covered in my pussy juice for him to pick up and drink from. His eyes nearly popped out of his head and he moaned as he tasted my juices with the beer as he drank quickly from the stubbie. I smiled at him and then asked him if he liked anal sex. Again I thought he was looking at me with such incredulous eyes – he must have wondered how he got so lucky – but I had an itch to scratch and he was only number one. I sat up slightly and told him to slide in behind me so it looked like I was sitting on his knee. He soon realised I was completely naked and exposed to him so he quickly undid his trousers releasing his rock hard cock. My skirt camouflaged us completely and I have found anal like this is easier than being pussy fucked as the angle makes it less obvious if someone does happen to be watching. I had some lube in my bag so I reached behind and rubbed it onto his cock and then lifted myself slowly before slamming down hard so that his entire cock impaled my ass. I encouraged him to reach under my top and as it was loose his hands could not be seen as he groped my breasts and so for 5 minutes he held onto my breasts as he fucked my ass right in the middle of one of the busiest bars in the city. I could feel myself coming and timed my scream to fit in with the music playing in the bar while I felt him fill my ass with his cum. We sat recovering for a minute or so and then I lifted my self off while he redressed himself. I thanked him and asked him if he thought his friends would like the same. He nodded enthusiastically and before long another man was sliding in behind me as I leaned forward to accommodate him. While I was grinding my ass on this guy’s rock hard cock my first friend and three of his mates came over and took up the seats in the rest of the booth. They egged their mate on as he fucked my ass hard and I jumped around to the rhythm of the band that was now playing enjoying my not so secret anal invasion. With two loads of cum up my ass I needed to use the ladies so the guys reluctantly let me out . I felt the cum sliding down my legs and laughed. Another reason for the long skirt. I realised I was being followed so as a I entered the cubicle I bent over the seat letting my skirt fall open exposing my dripping ass and felt hands on my hips as another cock entered my anal passage. I didn’t know if it was one of the guys from the table but it didn’t matter. He fucked my ass hard and came quickly. He left before I could see who it was so I used the bathroom and returned to my waiting orgy. I had only been here 30 minutes and already I had been anally fucked by three men. The night was looking good. My pussy was twitching – wanting to be used so I asked one of the guys to form a fist and I would fuck it. They all laughed saying it wasn’t possible but I just lifted myself – using my skirt for cover and began sliding my dripping cunt onto the fist presented. It took some time but gradually I had managed to stretch my cunt over the knuckles and then I relaxed and let gravity take its course. The man whooped as he felt his fist slide into me and lifted my skirt to show his mates that all that was left at the entrance to my cunt was his wrist. I started to ride him and he soon started punching my insides. I was screaming in ecstasy and soon had my first true orgasm of the night. The man ripped his fist from my cunt when I finished coming and held up his fist showing his mates the pussy juice coating him and running down his arms. I began licking his hand and arm greedily as I let him slide behind me to fuck my ass. He came quickly and moved to let another of his mates have a turn. When they had all fucked my ass they left and I sat for a few minutes recovering before I began stage 2 of my night. With cum now pouring from my ass I felt like a dirty whore so I left the bar and headed for the street. I need more cock but I need it dirty and depraved. I needed to feel completely used so I headed to a public toilet in a rough area of town and waited outside. I sat on a bench outside and was busy sucking on my fingers when a group of young thugs walked by. They surrounded me hoping to intimidate me so were taken aback when I lifted my legs and pulled my skirt up and began fingering myself while they watched. When I was sure I had their attention I stood up and walked into the men’s room removing my clothes as I did so. They didn’t need to be asked twice so as they entered they found me on all fours completely naked waiting for them to use me. My mouth opened to a huge cock being forced into my mouth as I felt another cock enter my dripping ass. Another guy slid under me and I lowered my cunt onto his huge cock as I had my first “real” fuck of the night. The guys chanted and yelled as each of them fucked one or more of my holes and before too long I felt them all cum and screamed as I reached another orgasm. Over the next hour or so I was sodomised and fucked repeatedly and my face and breasts were coated in young man cum. I was in heaven as I was used as a cum bucket and reached into my cunt to scoop out cum and coat myself with it as the guys each finished and left. I dressed my sticky body and walked outside. It was almost sunrise but despite my activities I was still horny. I knew where to go next so I wasted no time heading for the back alley I knew and loved and finding my homeless friends still asleep I undid the trousers of the first hobo I found and sucked his cock until it was hard and then lowered my dripping cunt onto it – waking him with the screaming orgasm of a bitch on heat. He was filthy with black teeth and ugly as sin but I was in heaven as I felt his cock pounding my insides. His eyes were drinking in my face and hair – covered in drying cum so I took off my clothes and let him feast on my naked body – his hands were all over me and his grunting soon told me he had cum. I slid off him and rolled over the bum next to him and before long I had his cock in my used cunt riding him like a mad woman. The noise we were making soon woke most of the men in the alley and before long I had another orgy going on with me in the centre. My body, despite being covered in cum, was so clean in comparison to my lovers. I loved how dirty I felt as homelss man after homeless man entered my body and filled me with their filthy seed. Eventually as the sun rose I curled up in a ball and slept – finally satisfied. I woke through the day as the sun burnt my naked flesh and lay there smiling. I knew and the homeless men knew I would stay with them as their fuck toy for a few days until the madness left and then I would return to my life. It happened every month – around ovulation. So far I had not been impregnated but it was only a matter of time before I was pregnant to one of the thugs or homeless men but until then my monthly fuckfest would continue and I would enjoy being used and abused in this dirty alley by these men the world had discarded but whom I craved.

Missy Rides Missy and Nancy walked slowly and mostly silently, the long way, to their houses after school. It was the weekend and Missy was stalling; she didn’t want to go straight home. She was grounded, again. She and her stepdad had been fighting for the last few weeks, about everything and nothing. She purposely did what she could lately to get under his skin, she knew she was being a total brat, not acting her age at all, but she couldn’t help it. The biggest argument was her curfew. He wanted her in by 10:00, which had been her curfew for a long time, and she wanted it changed to 12:00 for the summer before her senior year. They had fought again last night and he had laughed at her when she said she was practically a grown woman. She had shown him what a baby she was then when she stomped off to her room crying and slammed the door, calling him a big fat jerk at the top of her lungs from the safety of her room. A few minutes later her door opened and he came in holding a screwdriver. Bending behind the door he began to remove it from the hinges. “I told you about slamming this door, Missy. And now, you can just spend the weekend sitting right here, with no door, no phone, no friends and no TV.” She could see that he was angry, probably at the jerk comment, so she just sat on her bed silently. “Act like a baby, get treated like one.” He walked out the open doorway with the door held sideways in his hands. She was so mad, all she wanted was for him to see her as a woman, not a little girl and all she kept doing was acting like a little girl. “Hey thanks, Bob.” She yelled after him. She had thrown herself backwards onto her pillows and sighed. She and Bob used to be close, he was a good guy and she had called him dad most of her life, but last summer she had stopped and started calling him by his name. She could see that it hurt him, but he tried to act cool about it. Turning onto her stomach she remembered why she had started calling him Bob. Her mostly absent mom was gone on one of the trips she was always taking for her company, which she and Bob were used to. They had learned to get along just fine without Mom. It was just shortly after she had lost her virginity to the football captain, who was a senior, and she and Bob were going about business as usual with a cookout by the pool, but Missy was aware of him and herself in a way she never had been. They swam and joked around with each other and she asked him to put suntan oil on her back, and then turned over to see if he would just keep going and put it on her stomach. She realized she was flirting with her stepdad the way she would have with Kirk. Then she felt his hand on her stomach, rubbing the warm coconut scented oil into her skin, his fingers massaging the oil in. Missy was watching his hand and then realized her nipples were hard pebbles under the tiny pieces of fabric. Glancing quickly at his lap she saw that his shorts were thickly bulged, and then, their eyes met. He stopped, resting his hand for a second on her quivering stomach then stood and went to the grill where he picked up his beer and took a long drink, then asked her if she was ready for him to cook her steak. It was a quiet, uncomfortable evening and she went to bed thinking about his hand on her stomach. She hadn’t called him dad since then. Now, they fought all the time, he was always mad at her and she always made it worse. She almost tripped when Nancy elbowed her. “Look.” Missy whistled quietly and Nancy laughed. “What ya whistling at?” Nancy whispered, “the guy or the bike.” Everyone knew that Missy had a thing for motorcycles, and this was a sweet Fatboy, which she had always wanted to ride. She was silent though, because just then the guy looked up and saw them. Missy tossed her hair over her shoulder and strode up to him. “Nice bike.” Lame, she thought… “Want a ride?” Missy couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Boy would her dad be pissed. “Uh, Missy,” Nancy tugged at the strap of Missy’s book bag shaking her head. Missy’s shoulders fell a bit and she wistfully turned back to Harley Guy. “Scared?” He dipped his head and looked at her over the top of his sunglasses. Missy smiled and shrugged the bag off into Nancy’s hand. “Be right back.” Harley Guy started the bike and looked back at her. She walked over and put her hand on his shoulder to steady her as she climbed awkwardly up behind him. She settled into the narrow seat, placing her hands gingerly on each side of him, grasping his shirt in her fingers. Missy was in awe of the rumbling energy going through her skin, then going deeper into the tissue vibrating with a strangely gentle power, up into her thighs. She released her grip on his shirt and spread her fingers out onto his sides. There were a thousand tiny pinpricks dancing across her bottom and into the very center of her. He revved the engine and she gasped and reflexively squeezed her thighs together, which closed onto the seat and the guy in front of her. He chuckled and adjusted his mirror, lowering his glasses to wink at her in it and then, they flew. It wasn’t like anything she had ever felt before. The wind was alive and it’s hands were in her hair, caressing her face and delving into the button down school shirt, flapping the hem of her skirt where it sat scrunched at her hips. The bike was a shifting, moving animal beneath her and she threw her head back and sank her nails into Harley Guy’s rib cage. The honking horn and sudden stop not even six blocks down the road had her opening her eyes in confusion. She was mortified to see Bob coming up behind them, jumping angrily from his truck and striding toward them. “What in the hell are you doing?” His grasp on her arm was painful as he hauled her off the bike pushing her heartily toward the truck. “Move.” Missy ran to the truck and got in, just noticing Nancy in the back seat. Bob said something to Harley Guy and then was coming toward them like a bull. Missy glanced back at Nancy and they smiled, then quickly lowered their heads as Bob opened the door and got inside. The silence was heavy and dark, making the four minutes to Nancy’s house and two more to their own seem like hours. Missy glanced at him every few seconds, noting with a bit of fear the vein that throbbed in his jaw and neck. She was out of the truck and into the house in a heartbeat, but her heart sank as she saw her bedroom with its empty doorway. Bob was behind her in a second, as angry as she’d ever seen him. He walked her briskly, almost on her toes, down the hall and into her room. He sat on her bed and pulled her down over his lap, her face on the bed, feet dangling out into the room like a two year old. She was stunned and humiliated. “You’ve gone too far, Missy. You don’t even know who he was.” His hand came down hard and she cried out in surprise. “My God, do you have any idea how that looked?” He spanked her hard and she squirmed and cried, begging him to stop. He was so angry, he just swatted harder. Her skirt was hiked all the way up and her cheeks burned and tingled under her panties. Her thighs and bottom were still tingling from the ride on the bike and Harley Guy and Bob’s hands were hot and hard. “Daddy, please, I’m sorry.” She twisted and bucked on his lap trying to get away from the hard, fast swats. She was crying loudly, but she heard him grunt and felt the hand on her back stiffen when she called him daddy. She wiggled some more, this time pressing herself deeper into his lap and sucked in her breath at what she felt. He stopped spanking and sat there breathing heavily. She lay whimpering on his lap and he began to rub her hot, hot cheeks and legs. Missy flexed her muscles and squirmed again against his hard-on. She raised her head from the bed and looked back at him over her shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Daddy.” She whispered. He looked into her tear streaked face for a few seconds and then dropped his gaze to her backside and his hand. He ran the callused surface of his palm up one leg and across her buttocks causing them to burn and prickle. He squeezed one bright red ass cheek and then the other. She pressed back against his hand and then pushed forward and purposely ground down against his thickening groin. She was crying still, but quietly, her breath hitching and her face was streaked with tears, and she kept her eyes on him while he rubbed her ass and she pressed against him. Finally he pushed his fingers into the sides of her panties and raised his eyes quickly to meet hers. She was so wet and her panties were a creamy mess, scrunched up between her lips. His finger pulled at one soft, swollen lip and she arched her back and spread her legs open further across his lap. He rubbed just the tip of his finger slowly, slowly back and forth across the creamy inside of her. He hadn’t said a word and Missy’s face was flushed in embarrassment. She started to struggle to get off him and cried. “Please, daddy.” He held down on the center of her back and pushed one finger slowly into her. “Please, what, Missy?” He pulled his thick finger almost all the way out and then just as slowly sank it back in again. “Please do or please stop?” “You’ve been teasing me for a whole year, little girl.” He stroked and stroked her while he talked and she squirmed into him, moaning and gasping. “Now, today, it’s ‘daddy’ all of a sudden.” His spread her lips and pushed another finger inside her, opening and closing his fingers in her sopping wet pussy, twisting his wrist and pulling them in and out. “Well, daddy’s going to give you just what you’ve been asking for.” He turned her over onto the bed and pulled her skirt and panties down her legs, pushing them onto the floor. He stood up and looked down at her unbuckling his belt, pulling off his shirt. She lay looking up at him with excitement and a little bit of fear, her breasts heaving. She wanted this so bad. Missy reached up and grasped her shirt with both hands and wrenched it open, buttons popping across the bed. “Damn, little girl.” He dropped his jeans and grasped his cock at the base. Her eyes widened and she shook her head. “Is this what you’ve been asking for?” She backed up on the bed and he followed her, reaching out to pull her toward him by the back of her neck. He lowered his head to her chest, his teeth sinking into the tender mound of her breast making her cry out. Missy grasped the back of his shoulders and pressed the tips of her fingers into the hard muscle there, twisting and arching herself into him. He took each of her breasts, first one and then the other, licking, biting and sucking all around them and finally pulling each hard tingling nipple into his mouth where his tongue pressed and flicked at it. Missy’s legs were spread open and she pressed her heels into the back of his thighs, moaning and thrashing gently beneath him. The thick, hard helmet of his dick brushing against her wet pussy was driving her insane and then it was gone as he moved down her body and she groaned in frustration. He placed his hands on each thigh and pressed them, opening her to his darting tongue and moaned as he tasted her hot creamy pussy. He pressed his tongue into her as deeply as he could, his teeth grazing her lips and clit, then he licked and licked her and took the hard clit in his lips and sucked at it. He sucked and bit at her thick wet lips and then shoved his tongue in again, deep and hard. She pulled her legs up, holding them open to his hot mouth and he moaned loudly into her, moving one of his hands up to pinch and pull at a hard nipple and the other he put under her and lifted so his tongue could go even deeper. As he tongued and ate her, she felt his thumb pressing at the tight, tight flower of her ass. Missy screamed and squirmed, her legs tightened and shook as she came against his mouth. He pushed his thumb into the tight ring and held it there past the thick knuckle as she bounced into him filling his mouth and lips with her cum. He twisted and pulled at her nipple and pushed his thumb all the way into her ass making her cry out in surprise and delicious pain. She twisted frantically in his arms, onto her stomach and tried crawling away from him. He was on her in a second. He pulled her up onto her knees on the bed and pressed her shoulders down, so that her ass was up high and he quickly thrust into her. She was so wet and hot and he slid deeply into her. She had never felt anything like it, he was so thick and her pussy was stretched tight around him and she squeezed her muscles and whimpered in her throat and started to move back and forth against him. His voice was gravely and breathless and it excited her as much as anything. “Be still, little girl, don’t move.” He held onto her hips and just sat there, very gently rocking against her. She could feel him throbbing against the silky insides of her pussy and his gentle rocking was pressing steadily against her clit. She started to pant and moan and wiggle. “Oh, unnnhhhh, unnnhhh, please, please, Daddy.” She begged and squirmed. He slapped her ass and thrust, then slapped and thrust again and she cried out and threw her head back in ecstasy. His cock was pulling almost free of her and then pounding back in. He was grunting and squeezing her hips, his fingers pressing deeply into the skin of her red hot ass cheeks and suddenly she felt him tighten and a hot spurt of thick cum spewed into her and then another. She screamed and pressed her chest into the bed. She exploded against the thick base of his cock while he held her tightly and filled her until the heavy mixture of their cum was running down their legs between them. They lay there tangled together on top of her bed and she snuggled up against his chest. “I’ve never felt anything like that before, daddy. I’ve wanted you for so long.” He pulled her hair back of her shoulders and reached around to cup one of her breasts in his big callused hand. “I have so much to teach you, baby girl.” He tugged on her nipple and pushed his knee between her legs. “Daddy has so much more to show you.” Missy smiled and stretched against his long body. It wasn’t going to be such a bad weekend after all.

Sonia’s face was still covered with his cum when Athena got on her knees next to her “leave some for me two” she said and started licking off the rest off of her face. She was still so turned on and confused about the names they were using. “Why do you guys call each other with those names?” you asked. “What names?” “Zeus, Apollo, Athena.” “That’s because we are them.” “That couldn’t be” you replied. “Do you think a mortal could have a cock as big as his? Or a better tasting cum?” she teased. She was right about the size of his cock but Sonia had never tasted anyone else’s cum. He was much bigger than a normal human in every aspect. Everyone had always talked about how handsome Apollo was and how he looked better than Hercules if not stronger. She was speechless. She didn’t know what to believe. “You’re still very Horney, I should tell Zeus to take care of that” said Athena with a smile on her face. They both stood up and went towards a door right on the opposite side of the door she had entered from not long ago. There was more steam coming out from that room, it was very warm in there, very soothing. There was a big pool of warm water in the middle of that room in the shape of an octagon. Looking around it was as if everyone was taking a break from sex. Athena and she got into the warm water and she started to caress her body and wash her. She was very gentle as she ran her hands all over her body. Sonia started to feel her curvaceous body. She was indeed a Goddess. It felt so good and relaxing to be washed clean by a goddess. Suddenly Sonia started feeling two strong hands opening her butt cheeks and licking her butthole. She let out a sigh. “Come out of there Poseidon!” Athena demanded. When she turned her head, a middle aged man was standing in front of her, he looked strong and his hand was still on her ass as he smiled at Athena. “Hello my dear how would you like to join me and this mortal?” “No thanks we are very tired, we have just pleased Apollo.” He rolled his eyes as if he was tired of hearing about Apollo. As he continued to talk to Athena he was rubbing Sonia’s ass and she was starting to wonder how would he want to fuck her, would he take her down into the water and pound her hard in the middle of water or would he come out and have his way with her on the side of the pool? “We are done, let’s get out” Athena demanded. But Sonia was already hypnotized by Poseidon massaging her butt. He reached around and grabbed her breast and she reached and started to feel his body. His cock was pointing straight up in the air and it was right in between her butt cheeks. He started to stroke his cock using her ass cheeks and pinching and pulling her nipples. Athena turned around and saw Sonia already enjoying his touch so much; she smiled and said “I’ll come back for you once you’re done.” Poseidon lifted Sonia up and slowly walked out of the pull. “I would take you down under water but you mortals don’t last too long under water” he walked to the wall next to the pool holding her up in the air by her sides and shoved her to the wall. He started to stroke his cock with her ass cheeks again. He told her to stand on her toes so he didn’t have to lower his body since he was much taller, he also told her to arch her back and lift her ass. She did as she was told. He started to smack his cock against her asshole, “ah it looks so tight” he said breathing heavily. He put his cock right on her asshole and was starting to push in; she was starting to feel the pain of her asshole being stretched. “Wait! Apollo said I should offer my asshole to Zeus.” She said with her face pushed to the wall. As she said that he stopped “he said that?” he asked. “Yes, he pushed his thumb in there and told me Zeus would love my tight asshole” “He is right, Zeus does like virgins” as he said that he lowered his cock and started to rub it against her vagina. It was already wet and sticky and as he put the tip of his cock on her entrance her pussy started to suck it in, she let out a moan, so did he and slowly pushed his cock inside till she could feel his pelvis on her ass cheeks. Then he started to pound her and push her into the wall with every hit. She was getting tired of standing on her toes, so she lowered her body and that caused him to fuck her deeper and pound her harder. Her pussy was feeling so warm and wet. She enjoyed getting fucked from behind, having the man who was fucking her in control of how to do it. He held on to her sides and started to pound her harder than ever. With every hit her whole body would jump a little in the air. He kept getting faster and her moans got louder she was on the edge of a great orgasm. He spanked her hard and as if with that he let her have her orgasm she came on his cock. He seemed to be tired so he lay on his back and told her to get on top of him. As she walked over him she looked at his cock for the first time. Suddenly she recognized him. He was the same man on his back while she was peeking through the crack. And that was the same cock she wanted to ride. She smiled like a girl who had just got what she wanted. She squatted on his cock and directed his cock into her pussy, with her feet on his sides she started to go up and down on his cock and he held her ass and helped her do it. It felt so good. Her tits were bouncing as she would land on his pelvis. She wanted to get fucked hard so she started to smack her ass against his pelvis and take the whole length of his cock inside her. He reached around and started to rub her asshole. That really felt good. She got faster even though it was hard to do that. He put his middle finger inside her ass and started to play with it. She enjoyed his finger in her ass and started to think how Zeus’ cock would feel if he were to fuck it. He added another finger and she started to feel stretched. It felt so good having a cock in her pussy and two fingers in her ass, he started to pound her from under and she was getting close to another orgasm. She got really close to an orgasm but he removed his fingers from her asshole and suddenly something much bigger replaced his fingers. It stretched her ass much more. It was another cock, bigger than the one in her pussy, trying to push its way into her asshole. “No that belongs to Zeus” she protested. He didn’t say anything, Poseidon didn’t say anything either. Could it be? Could it be Zeus? She thought to herself, a man who she hadn’t even looked at, A God, trying to put his big cock inside her tight, virgin asshole. She didn’t have much time to think about these things as he had already pushed the head of his cock inside. She gasped for air and let out a loud “Ahhh!” Her muscles tensed, and that made her pussy tighten up on Poseidon’s cock, “mmm I like that” he said from under. The weight of the man on top of her made her bend so that her tits were on Poseidon’s face. He didn’t waste any time and started to suck on her swollen breasts. The mysterious man had already loosened up her asshole and now he was pounding it. Both of them were fucking her and pounding her one at the time. She was stuck between two very big men. It felt so good feeling so full, full with cocks. The pain from Zeus fucking her ass could by itself give her many orgasms. She started to moan and breathe heavily. They started to pound faster and now they were both pounding at the same time, she was held tight in between them as she had the best orgasm of her life. Poseidon could not hold it any longer and he exploded inside her pussy, as she felt his warm cum fill her up she had another orgasm. He stopped pounding her unlike Zeus and moved from under her, Zeus continued fucking her ass as Poseidon got on his knees in front of her and pointed his cock towards her mouth. Sonia started to suck his cock and taste herself on his cock; she tasted so good she thought to herself but certainly not as good as Athena. “Apollo was right, you have a very tight asshole” the man said. “Not for long” Poseidon teased. “You like getting fucked in the ass by Zeus almighty?” She couldn’t say anything, instead she nodded in agreement “mmmhmmm.” At least now she knew it was Zeus who was inside of her. Zeus was getting rough, and was grabbing her hair as he fucked her hard. She wanted to scream in joy but Poseidon’s cock didn’t let her, instead she moaned as his cock was being pushed down her throat. Zeus got faster and faster till he exploded inside her ass. She felt his warm cum inside her ass and that was all that was necessary to push her from the edge of another orgasm. He came a lot. He completely filled her ass and cum started dripping out as he took his cock out. “Are you done with her?” Athena asked them. She had been there for a while, just watching that beautiful seen. “Yes we are but not for long” Zeus replied. Sonia turned around to see Zeus, he had long white hair and beard, but he didn’t look old, he had a wide chest and big arms. He had tan skin but not as dark as Apollo. She looked amazing, naked, wet, on all fours, looking back at Zeus, her asshole still open wide from getting fucked by a big cock, and cum still dripping out of it, she was a whore of all the gods and goddesses, they could enjoy every hole in her body, her tight throat, her wet pussy and her tight asshole, they could please themselves with everything she had to offer and more. Zeus stood up and walked away, pleased, Poseidon jumped into the water and swam away. Athena walked up to her and rubbed Sonia’s wet pussy and ass, “you must be really tired” she said. Athena’s hand on her pussy felt so good, as she rubbed her hand she started to fall asleep and the image started to fade away, suddenly she woke up in the same small cottage, lying on her stomach, naked. It was hard to distinguish dream from reality, was she a village girl who was going to the temple to pray for her dads farm that was dreaming of being Gods little whore or was she Gods and Goddesses pleasure girl who was dreaming of being a village girl wanting to pray at Anahita’s temple? Reality quickly caught up with her as she felt a hand on her back, push her to the ground, she was scared and wanted to look back but the pressure was too heavy, she could hardly breathe. All she could see was an arm next to her head. It was a hairy arm, very hairy, almost too hairy for a man; suddenly she felt something rubbing against her vagina. She was very wet from her dreams of having sex with Athena, Apollo, Poseidon and Zeus. “No please, don’t do this” she begged. He was breathing hard and heavy. He gave out a growl of confusion. As he put the tip of his penis on her entrance she closed her eyes. Wishing she would wake up from this bad dream and continue pleasing gods. But that didn’t happen. She tried hard to get up but his heavy hand was on her back. As she tried to use her legs to get up she just managed to bring her butt up and the rest of your body was still attached to the ground. As if she was trying to offer her wet pussy to him. He used that opportunity to push his cock in between her wet lips. It was big, and hard. She let out a loud moan; it was mix with pain, fear, and pleasure. She did not want to get fucked by a stranger, but at the same time she wanted him to continue. She wanted him to pound her hard and free her from how she felt, horny. “No, mmmhhh, please, mmhhhh” she could only fit one word between his poundings. “Your mmhh, dick mmh, is so big mmhh” she managed to put a few words together. He didn’t respond. He kept pounding her, he was holding her very tight and his nails were digging into her back and now he had his other hand on her right ass cheek. The pain was growing, so the pleasure of his cock going in and out of her pussy. “mmhh you’re hurting me mmhh” she yelled out. Again no reply, as if all he cared about was to please himself. She tried to move from under him. Even though it was very hard to stop enjoying what he was doing. He led out a growl and grabbed her shoulder and started to pull her back and fuck her harder. He moved his hand from her ass cheek and grabbed her head. She wanted to look back to take a look at who was fucking her, not to stop him, but to just take a look at the man who was fucking her so good. When she found out she had no chance of running away from this man, she decided to just enjoy what he was giving her. She closed her eyes and couldn’t stop remembering when Apollo was fucking her from behind. Apollo’s cock may have been bigger but not much bigger. She started to moan to show how she was enjoying him. He got faster but it didn’t look like he was going to stop anytime soon. He kept going. The pleasure was building inside her and she was getting close. She was so wet that was dripping on the floor. Every time he was pounding her his balls would make a loud smack against her clit. His balls felt big and warm. They were filled with warm cum. She couldn’t wait to feel it. She could feel the head of his cock rub against the frontal wall of her vagina. She started to moan loudly, she wanted to have an orgasm so bad. “Fuck me, whoever you are, fuck me hard,” she screamed. He was already pounding her hard, “faster, faster, fuck my pussy” she was yelling at him to fuck her faster and harder. He pounded her hard and fast and she had the best orgasm of her life, a real one, not a dream. But he didn’t seem to want to stop. He kept going with the same speed and kept pounding and pounding, and she didn’t seem to want him to stop. She kept having orgasms after orgasm and kept telling him not to stop, and keep fucking her. She was telling him how you liked to get fucked by him and how she liked how his big cock felt inside her pussy. It was after almost forty minutes when he started growling louder, he moved his hands from her head and shoulder and placed them on the side of her hips. Now she could turn her head and take a look at him. She was in shock when she saw him for the first time. He barely seemed human. He had a wide chest, he looked mean and his jaw was long, his teeth were sharp, he had dark grayish hair and his hands, back, and legs were covered with it. He certainly was not a human. He was almost scary but he was also the same man, creature, monster that was pleasing her for the past hour. At first she was afraid but the thought of pleasing another creature turned her on a lot. As he fucked her, she looked at him, moaning, he barely looked at her; he leaned his head backwards and led out the loudest growl. As he exploded in her, she had another orgasm and moaned almost as loud as he did. His cum filled her up and started to drip out of her pussy. He was shaking and kept Cumming. There was no more space. Cum was squirting out of her pussy as he took his cock out. He was fucking her for so long that when he took his cock out it almost felt as if something that supposed to be there wasn’t there anymore. When he was done he looked at her and softly growled. She was too scared to move. He got up and slowly walked out the broken door. “I locked the door, how didn’t I notice him brake in?” she asked herself. It was only when the breeze hit her wet vagina and sweaty skin that she realized she should get up and close the door. She got up and tried to walk to the door, but her legs were shaking, and cum was still dripping down her legs. She closed the door, put back her dress on as soon as she could and put another piece of lumber into the fire. She just sat down on the couch, shocked about what she had just seen. “What was he?” she was asking herself. He looked like a big wolf, but his chest, his abs looked so human like. Could it be? Could it be a werewolf? It was hard to digest the thought of seeing a werewolf for the first time and it was even harder to digest that he had fucked her for a long time and she had many orgasms with him. She was so tired after what she had done with the werewolf but she could not fall asleep. She didn’t want anyone else to walk into the cottage even though the last person who had done so had gave her so much pleasure. She got up and pushed the chest towards the door, blocking the door with it. She lay back on the couch and as soon as she closed her eyes she was asleep.

I wanted cock and I wanted it now. My husband had died and try as i might I could not live without cock but I didn't want the complication of a relationship - I just wanted cock!!!! I signed onto an adult web site and changed my profile. "I want to fuck a hard cock now - I will be at the park at the corner of Smith and Jones Street at 10.00 pm wearing a black leather coat - I will fuck anyone who turns up and says, "Hey Kitty " - no condoms - I want cum everywhere." I made sure my pussy was shaved and pulled on my stay up stockings and put on my fuck me boots - my leather knee length jacket completed the outfit and I walked to the park. I was 5'9, 38 with long blonde hair and DD cup breasts. I sat on the swing and thought about going home - this was stupid and dangerous - what the hell was I thinking. Then I heard it, "Hey Kitty" I bent over the swing and pulled up my jacket to reveal my naked body. I was so turned on. I had always fantasised about being fucked by strangers and now it was happeining. "Fuck Kitty baby " I pleaded and was rewarded by a hand caresssing my cunt to see if I was wet. "Hey babe I'm ready just fuck me" and the next thing I felt was a cock sliding into my cunt. "Fuck me hard baby - Kitty likes it hard." I felt the cock fucking me like a jackhammer until it stiffened and I felt cum pouring out of me as the guy came so much my pussy overflowed. "Thanks Kitty " my lover said as I heard him zip up and move away. How depraved was I. I had just been fucked by a stranger I hadn't even seen. I was still lying over the swing , naked butt in the air when I felt hands on my hips and a cock forcing its way into my cum filled cunt. "Hey this is my lucky day - Bobby gets to fuck tonight boys - look what the fairies left" I heard lots of laughter and realised I had been joined by a gang of youths, one of whom was fucking me and I was powerless to complain. I felt myself responding to this fucking and let my jacket fall off me so my naked breasts swung over the swing while I was being fucked soundly from behind. A naked cock appeared in front of me and a hand grabbed my head to steady it while the cock was forced into my mouth. I sucked hard and fucked harder - I could feel myself starting to cum . This was better than I imagined and as I came both cocks exploded so I was swallowing cum while my pussy was filled further. Two more cocks took the first pair's place and I was moaning in exstacy. By the time the gang left I had lost count of the amount of cocks my cunt had accomodated or how much cum I had swallowed. I loved it and definitley planned to make a habit of being gangbanged - maybe a workplace next time. I worked in a private girls school - not many cocks there but I would see how many I could fuck of those men on staff and try to do it so I knew who they were but they didn't know I was the cunt they were fucking. I thought about going home when I heard a group of voices, "Hello Kitty" and I knew I was going to be fucked by many more cocks tonight. The next man carried me to a bench and laid me down and then fucked me in missionary position. He came and another took his place. "Hey Kitty you are a bit sloppy - i want your ass" and with that he slid out of my sloppy cum filled cunt and straight into my unused ass. My ass was soon as full as my cunt. As more men arrived to fuck me - the sloppier my holes were and the less satisfaction they got. My mouth was finishing them off as were my hands and some even finished themselves off shooting their loads into my mouth or on my tits. What a night - I guess the website was popular!!! I woke still on the bench - naked with cum pouring from my cunt and ass and coating my face and body. Two police officers were standing over me. I wondered if fucking any man who turned up was a crime or if they thought I had been raped. They were both smiling at me which I found odd until one said, "Hey Kitty "and I felt his night stick slide into my ass as he unzipped his trousers and masturbated over my face as his partner slid his cock into my mouth and fucked my face hard until both came, coating my face with more cum. The cop ripped the night stick from my ass and shoved it into my cunt fucking me hard and fast with his black friend. I was so turned on by my depravity and could only imagine how it looked to have a cop fucking a naked woman with his night stick as dawn broke. . "You got more company Kitty but I think you should go home - we know a group of 14 year olds fucked you last night and that is statutory rape. We won't arrest you as long as you visit the station every Friday at 10pm understand? Oh and in case you want to do this again choose a more discreet place - this park is under constant surveilance - we have the film if you want to watch." I knew I would be fucked by police and anyone they cared to share me with every Friday night. Finally I would not have to go out and look for sex at least one night a week - so that just left the other six. I found my jacket but on looking at the group of men waiting for me to fulfill my promise I decided not to go home and instead walked seductively to the men's room at the end of the park. "Come to Kitty boys" I yelled and when the first man entered the mens' room I was on all fours, cum dripping from my body, waiting for his cock to fuck me wherever he wanted. By daylight I was lying in a pool of cum and I had no feeling left in my cunt or ass. My hair was stiff with drying cum and my body coated with white powder. When I got home I went to the computer and once again changed my profile. "Thanks guys - same time Saturday night - feel free to bring a friend or two - for anyone who wants to pay my airfairs I can repeat the offer anywhere - any offers????"

Pain in my legs woke me the next morning and I tried to fight to stay asleep but they just got to be too much and I finally set up and grabbed my pain killers and the bottle of water on my bedside table. Now that I was fully awake I got to my feet and barely managed to grab the table as my legs bowed. My crutches where sitting by the dresser and I used the table then the dresser for support until I finally managed to grab them. I walked over to my bag and pulled out some clothes and walked into the bathroom to change. I had to sit on the toilet to get my pants on and each second that passed I started getting madder and madder. He beat me and raped me for two and a half years. He took my ability to have kids and now he took this too. I’ll be damn if he gets my life as well. Using the anger I got up and walked to the stairs and that was where I faltered. I looked at the stairs all the way to the bottom and wonder how this was going to work. Get up them had been a bitch but getting down them was stupid without help and help came just as I realized that. “Need a hand?” I smiled as Mr. Clearwater grabbed my arm and started helping me down. I did almost fall but his quick reflexes stopped me and held me until I had my balance. I thanked him both then and at the bottom. We walked into the kitchen and I stood out back and got my morning cigarette. I could tell that he wasn’t happy about me smoking but he didn’t try to stop me either. “Ashley got her shifts changed to afternoon so she will be picking you and Sherry up and dropping you off at school. I got the time to pick you guys up and get you home before I go back to work. Also we’re looking at a few houses after school.” He nodded towards my legs and I understand as I thought back to the stairs. He left and Sherry got up at her usually time and ate breakfast. I was going over a folder that I got from the hospital looking for the paperwork that I needed to give to the school about my injuries. Sherry walked up beside me and started making sure she had everything and I ran my finger down from her ear to her shoulder. Then I kissed her cheek before she turned and I sealed my lips on hers. “Thanks for last night.” I whispered as I leaned my forehead against hers. About that time a knock on the door told me that Ashley was there. She hugged me then Sherry and I made my way to the car. When we got to the school I saw a lot of the kids watching as Ashley helped me out of the car and Sherry handed me my crutches. They watched me all the way until I walked into the office. Miss. Phoenix was standing at the desk and she smiled when she saw us. “I’m glad you made it back to school Miss Miller.” I laid one of my crutches against the desk and took off my back to get the folder out when I felt a sharp pain shot up my right leg and it gave out. I lost my balance and both Sherry and Miss Phoenix caught me before I could hurt myself. “Sorry I’m still not sure how to deal with this.” I said as I looked down at my feet. “Miss. Miller never apologize for have trouble. If you need anything to make it easy for you here please let me know.” I pulled out my folder and handed it to her. “The hospital told me to give this to you.” She took it and looked it over. “Well you good for all your classes and I make sure the teacher know that you have to take you medicine at these times.” I nodded and started to head to my locker. “Hey girl I glad you back, so how long before you get off the crutches?” James said as he leaned up against the lockers. Sherry looked away and I lowered my eyes to the ground “Never.” He gasped and started trying to apologize but I just walked away as my mood dropped. It wasn’t the last time I was asked that until the news spread so by lunch every one was staring at me. I was sitting on the low line wall out front waiting for Sherry to show when James took a seat beside me. When he opened his mouth I shook my head. “It’s ok it just hard to deal with and I acted like a bitch.” I said to him again I couldn’t meet his eyes. “Here, take this and I hope things work out for you.” I took the large bag of weed and slipped into my bag as Sherry walked up. Mr. Clearwater pulled up and he helped me into his car. We spent most of the afternoon looking at the houses he had found and even bought one that we all like. I was quiet on the ride home and he asked what was wrong. “Sometimes I wish I had never been born, and sometimes I wish I had never invaded your lives. I mean you just got the house we are in now and you had to buy another just so I could get around and…” His hand over my mouth stopped me from finishing. “First off I hope to never hear you say that first part again. I know that you have you problems and I know that you feel bad about them. Second I’m very glad that you invaded our lives because I got to know a very sweet and charming young girl who my daughter seem very fond of.” I was laying in bed thinking while Sherry was in the shower about what happened today. The door to the bathroom opened and Sherry walked over and got in bed with me. When she went to curl up with me I pressed her until I had her on her back. “I think it my turn to make you feel something.” She smiled and I shifter to a position that allowed me to get at her. I trailed my finger along her face and down her neck until I came to the valley between her breasts. I lightly rubbed my way over her shirt until I felt her harden nipples under it. I move down until I could work my hand under her shirt and returned to her soft breast. When I pinched her nipple she let out a soft moan and I smiled. As I played with her breasts her breathing pickup. Then I worked my way down until I had my hand in her panties and laughed at how wet she was. She looked at me with a frown then I lightly twitted her clit and she shake. I keep working my hand and she started to trashed a little and moaning until I finally felt her climax and then she was rocking back and forth. When she finally calmed down I pulled my hand from her panties and with my eyes on her licked them clean. It was the first time every tasting a girl cum and it was sweet. She smiled and grabbed my hand and pulled me towards her. Do to how I was sitting I lose my balance but managed to shift so I landed alongside her laughing. I looked up at her and saw something in her eyes. I wasn’t sure what it was but it made me happy and I kissed her before laying my head on her shoulder and laying my arm across her stomach. She wrapped her arm around my shoulder and soon we were asleep. I was run in the woods then it hit me that I didn’t have my crutches and I was run, but here I was run and from the noises there was someone following me. Fearing it was Mike I took off as fast as I could and then he was in front of me holding a bat. I screamed but the bat smacked me in the face and I fell to the ground. I felt him push me over then I saw that he was naked and I tried to get away but the bat smacked me again and again. Then I felt him on top of me and I begged for him not to. He shoved his cock all the way into me and I screamed as he pumped over and over. He cum inside of me and got to his feet he pulled the bat back and right as it smacked my face I set up in bed in a cold sweat. I felt sick and I got up to go to the bathroom but forgot about my legs and fall landing hard on my stomach. I almost threw up then but I managed to hold it but I was running out of time. I crawled across the floor and was about half-way there when I felt hands on my back and my over worked mind freaked thinking it was Mike. I screamed and fought trying to get away until I heard Mr. Clearwater’s voice. “Becky it’s just me.” He must have seen that I was sick because he helped me to my feet as Sherry set up. He helped me to the toilet and I threw up over and over. When my last gag finished I leaned back against the bathtub and cried. He rubbed my shoulder tell me over and over it was ok. “I dream about him.” He pulled me until I was in his lap and he rocked me until I calmed down then he pushed me back until he could see my watery eyes. “He will never hurt you again.” His eyes where powerful and I nodded. He pulled me to my feet and helped me back to bed. Sherry was watching me and I could see that her eyes were watery too so I know she heard what I had said. Once I was back in bed he left and Sherry rubbed my stomach. It felt nice but I was upset and ashamed. “I can’t even walk to the damn bathroom on my own.” I said loudly and I hoped Mr. Clearwater didn’t hear me. I was glad that he found me and helped me but it was just so damn embarrassing not to do it myself. Sherry just rubbed my stomach and it wasn’t long before I was just tired and as if she could tell she curled up against me and was soon asleep. I laid there for a few more minutes and finally I fall asleep too. I didn’t have any more nightmares and I was glad it was Saturday. I got up early and once again staring at the stairs trying to decide if I could make it. “Nope” I said just as Mr. Clearwater came out of his room. Again he offered me himself for support and I made to the bottom without trouble. While I got my morning cigarette the phone ringed and Mr. Clearwater answered it. He came out and I looked up at him. “My father wants to know if you and Sherry would like to go to his ranch for the weekend.” I thought about it and shook my head. “But Sherry should go she been such a good friend to me and I don’t want to causer her to miss out on some fun. Besides with the police outside I feel safer here then out in the world.” He held my eyes for a moment and I laughed. “I never told you how I prayed to survive when Mike showed up here. Trust me I don’t want to kill myself and give that bastard what he wants.” He nodded and went up stairs. He left shortly after that and Sherry came down stairs. “I don’t want to go…” I put a finger to her lips and smiled. “Absents makes the heart grow fonder.” She smiled and I kissed her. “And don’t worry about me.” About an hour later Sherry grandfather arrived and he came in and talked with me for a few moments. When he saw my crutches he asked when I would be back on my own two feet so he could teach me to ride. “While that does sound fun there was too much damage to my back for me to ever walk without these again.” I said patting my crutches. He frown and apologized and I nodded not sure why everyone want to apologize to me. Then they left and I had the house to myself. I got on the couch and pulled my legs up next to me. Even though I couldn’t pick them up like normal I really wasn’t that upset about it. I pulled the bag of weed James had given me and rolled a fatty and while I was puffing it I flipped on the TV. I must have fall asleep because my cell phone woke me. “Hello.” I said sleepily into it. “I hope you haven’t forgotten about me bitch.” I laughed and I heard him groaning. It was the one sure fire way to get him mad. “Well let’s see I can’t have children because of you and now I can’t walk without crutches so no I don’t think I will ever forget you. Also with the police sitting right outside I don’t think I will see you anytime soon also.” I snapped the lid down and wait a second before opening it again and call my service provider. “Yes I just got a call from so one that is trying to scare me and wants to kill me is there any chance that I can get it so only numbers that are listed can call.” They lady on the other end told me that it would take a few hours for the phone to get an update and then I wouldn’t have to worry anymore. “After him taking away my ability to have kids and making me need crutches for the rest of my life I not worried, I just hate him.” I hung up and threw my phone on the table only to grab it again as it started to ringing. “Hello.” “Hi Becky I was wondering if you want to go shopping or something.” Ashley’s voice said. “Well I’m not in the mood to leave why don’t you grab some DVDs and a pizza and then we can have a girl’s night in. Mr. Clearwater at work and he don’t mind you coming over and I sure Sherry called you because I’m home alone.” I heard her mumble and know I was right. “And I would really like it anyway I need to talk to a woman about something.” There was a pause then her voice asked “why don’t you just ask Sherry, not that I mind talking with you.” I laughed and I was shocked at how much easier it was to do that. “I know you don’t and it about her so I can’t talk to her now can I.” She laughed too. “No I guess you can’t see you in about half an hour.” When the doorbell ringed I walked over and opened and Ashley threw her arms around me and held me tight. Then she walked me over to the couch and she frowned as I pulled my legs alongside of me. “So do you want to watch a DVD first or do you want to talk.” I shifted until I was looking at her and took a moment to collect my thoughts. “I’m not sure if you know but Sherry and I are getting close, closer then friend. While we both got each other off with our hands I have been thinking of taking the next step with her. While I don’t feel like I am ready for that I think she is and I want to give that to her…and I not sure how to do that. I know the basics but I was wonder if you know more.” She smiled and grabbed my hand. “First I’m glad that you are living a life again. I know how hard it was when I was young and I was afraid for you. While I have never been with a girl I am a girl so I guess the only thing you need to know is to watch and see if she likes it. While it is different than using your hand the basic areas are still the same. I guess what I am saying is while you do it watch her and when she likes what you doing continue and if she doesn’t then change it up until you find what she likes.” I stared at her “what, no do this, then do that.” She laughed and patted my hand. “Well like guys girls like different things. While doing the same thing will mostly work it nice to find what you partner likes and do it.” I shook my head and smiled then a sharp pain shot up my leg and I grabbed it to stretch it out but the pain wouldn’t leave. “Shit my pills are in my room.” She jumped up and went up stairs and before long she was back with them. “You share a bed with Sherry.” She said with a playful smile. “Hey don’t knock it if you never tried it.” I said as I took my medicine and wait for the pain to ease up. We spent most of the day watching movies until it was time for her to head to work. I had just managed to seat down with my legs alongside me when my phone went off. “Hello.” “Hey Becky I’m just calling to let you know that I have to take on a few more hours so it will be late before I get home.” Mr. Clearwater said before asking me how I was and I told him that Ashley came over and then he hung up. I watched a few more shows on TV while I enjoy the time alone. I did miss Sherry but I was glad she was having fun. A hand pressed over my mouth and I screamed but it wasn’t auditable. Mike cold eyes stared into mine and then I felt his fist bite into my side and I grunt in pain. He shoved me to the floor and I tried to crawl away while he laughed and stepped on my hand. “Remember what I said bitch.” I screamed for help but it never came. He kicked me until I rolled over then I felt him again on top of me. I slapped and spit but he pinned my arm above my head and then I felt it as he shoved hard into me. I cried as he was moving so fast in and out of me. “Becky wake up, wake up” My eyes flew open and it was dark I felt hands on me and I shoved whoever it was away and fell to the floor. “Becky it just me, it just me.” I heard the words but I couldn’t understand them as I covered my head and scream for him to leave me alone. The lights come on and Mr. Clearwater pulled my hands from my face until I saw his face. Tears ran down my face and he helped me up and to the couch. “I hate him I hate him I HATE HIMMMM!!!” He wrapped his arms around me just as the door open and two officer ran in. “It’s ok, it was just a nightmare your safe your safe.” He held me and the officer nodded and head back outside. “No it not, not with him still out there it will never be safe.” He held me until I finally stop crying. “Maybe we need to take you to a therapist again at least they may be able to help you sleep without nightmares” “Maybe you’re right. I just hate that he can get to me even when he not here.” He rubbed my back. “You want me to help you up stairs?” I shook my head. “If it’s ok with you I think I just sleep down her tonight. That bed will be lonely without her and I hate those damn stairs.” He nodded then got up and left the room. When he came back he had a few pillows, blanket, and a quilt. He helped me to my feet and then he made a bed for me. “Oh while it on my mind the deal on the house just closed so we will be moving in a few days. That way you won’t be so embarrassed about need help even though we don’t mind helping you.” I nodded but didn’t say anything. “Also you have a Physical Therapist appointment at two on Monday and I got the time to take you. I going to pull Sherry out as well and drop her off here unless you don’t mind if she comes with us.” “I don’t mind, it would be nice if they said I was getting better but I guess I going to have to accept this and find a way for it not to limit me much.” He helped me to lay back and even put my legs on the couch for me. “Sleep tight and I hope you don’t have any more dreams.” He kissed my forehead and I was shock. In all my life I could only remember my mom doing that. I laid there for a few more minutes thinking about her. Wonder if she liked Sherry and how she felt about my legs and that fact I can’t have children. I could also easily hear her right now “don’t give in and never stop living.” That made me feel so stupid for trying to kill myself in the first place. I fall asleep and dream of my mom which I would take over Mike any day. Sunday passed by and it was nice. Sherry got home just before dinner and we held each other on the couch long into the night. We both sleep on the couch and when morning came I was so happy not to have had another nightmare. When I got to school and was in my sit in first period class I was called to the office. When I got there the school counselor Mr. Thomas was waiting for me. He led me his office and told me to have a seat. “Miss Miller I was hope we can talked about how you have been holding together lately.” I nodded. “How have you been handling you injuries to you back and legs?” I took a moment thinking then said “Well most of the time I alright but I do have my moment where I ashamed for need to have so much help or embarrassed because I can’t do some things.” He asked me like what. “Well the hardest thing I can think of is…” I looked down before finishing. “Need help get out of the tub. Most of the time Sherry there to help me but I just feel like I’m a burden to her and Mr. Clearwater.” “How about with not being able to have kids, how does that make you feel?” I again took a moment before answering. “In the beginning I had trouble.” I held up one of my wrist for him to understand. “But now I know life not just about creating life for me. I had believed that because it was what my mother believed but after all this life is why I here.” He smiled then asked when I started believing that. “Right about the time the bat hit me the first time in the woods. So many things ran through my head but one thing stuck out to me and that was I want to live through this. Also it was when I realized if I took my own life I was giving Mike what he wanted and I’ll be damn before I do that.” As I talked he wrote it all down in my file then his next question got to me. “How have you been sleeping?” When I didn’t say anything he looked at me. “Nightmares” I nodded and he leaned back in his chair. “Tell me about them.” So I told him about the dreams and how I would wake in a cold sweat and how I couldn’t get my mind to focus and how I was just so scared. “Nightmares have a way of show us what really in our hearts. You act fine on the outside and you even convinced yourself of this but deep down I think you’re hiding how you really feel I would like for you to see someone about this.” I looked away knowing he was right but hated it none the less. We talked for a bit longer then I was allowed to head back to class. At one both Sherry and I were called to the office for the day and Mr. Clearwater was talking with Mr. Thomas about getting me help and then we drove to my Physical Therapist office. There they had me do different things to help relieve some of the pain I was feeling. It left me in more pain but they said it would stop after awhile. Then a few days later we had the house pack up, well they had the house packed up while I set around watching feeling useless. Then we were in the new house. Even though we had three rooms Sherry and I still shared a room. Sherry was talking to her father while I got ready for bed. I was sitting on the bed when she came in to get her things to change but I grabbed her hand pulling her to the bed and kissed her. Playful at first then slowly the kissing got more intense and I worked until I had her shirt off. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I kissed down her chin to her neck until I kissed over her right nipple. She moaned and placed a hand on the back of my head holding me there. I lightly bite down and flicked my tongue over it and she shivered. While I kissed, twirled, and sucked her nipple I ran my hands down her sides until I came to her pants and unbutton them and pulled the zipper down then slowly I slid my hand down her legs until the pants fall to the ground. I switched to her other nipple and lightly pressed my finger against her panties feeling how wet she was. I smiled and pulled back just enough “I guess you like this.” Then I went back to her nipple and I slid her panties down until they joined her pants. I pulled back at this point and just stared at her gorgeous body. Her body was athletic with long auburn hair flowed down just above her c-cup breast, her stomach was flat and slightly muscularly and her pussy was shaved and even though it was my first time seeing another girl’s private area I felt drawn to her. I looked up in her eyes and could almost see the worry in them. I smiled and pulled her until she was lying on top of me and kiss her then slowly kissed my way to her ear. “Beautiful and elegant” I rolled until I was on my side and pushed until she was on her back and gave her a few more kiss before returning to her breasts. I smiled inside know that Mr. Clearwater could easily hear in the next room as her moans got louder after I started trailing my way south. I kissed down her stomach until I was just there and I could see how much she wanted this, hell by this point I want to give it to her so badly that it was a battle to take it slow almost tormenting her. “Please I can’t wait anymore.” She whined and I chuckled and ran my tongue down her slit. She grabbed my hair and pushed me it her pussy and I got a moment when I remember Mike doing something similar. I closed my eyes and pushed the thought from my mind not letting him fuck this up for her. I pulled back and I heard her groan in frustration but I smiled as my moved until I was lying between her legs. I looked up at her and saw the plea in her eyes. Then I lick her slit and twirled my tongue on her clit and she squealed and I thought she was cumming but she calm down and I did it again and got the same reaction. I worked my way down until I got my tongue between her lips and slowly started digging in and out of her hole. She was going mad and I know she was close. I then sucked her clit into my mouth and lightly bite down and then my face was cover in her juices as she exploded. I cleaned her juices up until she pushed my face away. “St…op…plea…se.” I laughed I pushed up until my mouth was on hers. “I hope that was enjoyable for you.” I said as I rolled onto my back next to her. She was shaking and I smiled know I did that to her. She rolled over and was trying to get my shirt off when I grabbed her hand. “No I not ready for that yet but I want to do something really special for you. I know I haven’t known you long and all that but I really really like you. I love you in fact. You gave me something I never thought I would have and that was love and I am so happy that I found you when I did.” She smiled and kissed me then went to get up. “Where are you going?” “I need to get dress for bed.” I smiled again and pulled her back. “You are.” Then I pulled my shirt and pants off. “And now I am too.” We wrapped our hands around each other and then fall into the best sleep I have ever gotten. To Be Continued

As my eyes slowly opened, the smell of blood filled the air. I didn't remember how I got here or where I was but I wanted to leave. I realized I was surrounded by tree's and I could hear a steady stream nearby. I struggled against the ropes that bound my hands above my head but they didn't budge. Some other girls were beside me but they appeared to out cold. My arms and legs were hurting as they started to go numb. The sun was getting lower behind the tree's as I heard a wolf howl close to me. I looked around to see were it was but the only thing I saw were limbs. A large creature stepped out from behind the tree's. In the back of my head I knew that I should be terrified by him, but it was like the animal had me under his control as he gracefully glided toward me. I saw that he had large scares across his face and along his body. He stood on two legs as he neared me and howled out as more creatures came forward. I heared a scream from beside me as I relized that the others were wide awake and terrified. The creatures began to turn into something more human like. "Its been a long time since I last saw you Revy. What the hell do you think your doing out here on such a dark and cold night?" said the largest creature. A chill run down my back as the creature turned to full human form and their before me was Trey. "I never thought that I would have the pleasure of seeing you again." He run his hands down my face and let his sharp nails scratch their way down to my stomache. "You don't look all that happy to see us." The other creatures started to laugh. "I....let me go!" I pulled hard against the ropes but I had no luck. Trey hit me hard. "I don't think i'll be doing that," he spoke with a hate-filled tone "your way to valuble to me for that. As you probably already no that last attack on the werewolf world was with gas filled bombs. The gas did nothing till about a month ago. All of our females started getting sick and they all died. We came to earth to gather more females to breed with and we chose all of your group." I felt my heart stop as he spoke those words. Trey cut the ropes and we all fell to the ground. The other male creatures began to fight over who they wanted as Trey grabbed me for himself. They lead us all down a small valley and down the river banks to a small cave. A faint purple glow cam from the cave. Tyson, one of the other creatures, spoke "This is the way back our world. When we get their you are to stay behind Trey. Don't look or talk to anybody or you might get killed." We entered the cave one at a time. When we came out the sky was dark. Smoke filled th air. Eye's from everywhere turned and watched. Growls escaped their mouths. Trey lead us up to a castle. It was very dark with several tree's in the front. "Here's your room's. Their not fancy or anything but it's all any of you need. Revy come with me." I followed Trey down a long hallway and we stopped infront of a large door. He pushed it open and I let out a little gasp when I saw all the weapons and armor. He pushed me down on the bed and started to kiss me. I pushed him away but he grabbed my arm and hit me across my face. I started to get tears in my eyes as I spoke to him in "Please...please Trey don't do this to me." Blood started to run down my arm as he sank is claws in deeper. "And why not?" he growled at me. "I will mate with you rather you want it or not." I begain to cry harder as he rubbed my neck. "Just do it and get it over with." I knew that their was no way I could fight him and I would be the only one hurt. He began to smile and rub against my body. This body was warm against me and I could feel him breathing on me. He pushed me down on my back. He started to kiss me along my jaw line and on my lips. I put my arms around him and pulled him close to me. He saw suprised but not for long. His hand found it's way to my shirt as he started to undo the buttons. My shirt fell to the floor. I lifted his shirt over his head as he undone my pants and his soon followed. His cock was still the same as it use to be. I took the tip of it into my mouth and stared to move my tounge in circles. He started to grow harder. My body wanted him in me and he new it. He moved over me and slowly but it cock deep in me. He worked slowly first but as he thrust he became more wolf like. His cock grew from 13 in to 16 in. I was in so much pain I couldn't speak. Soon he was moving so fast I couldn't keep up with him. I began to whisper out his name. He released his seed deep into me. I fell limp in his arms as he pulled out. I was covered in sweat. He help me against him as he turned back to human form. We were both breathing heavily. He spoke to me heavily "Did I hurt you?" I could barely speak "A little bit but i'll be ok." He looked deep in my eyes. He looked kinder then what he use to be. "I love you Trey and I always have." He smiled at me. "Sleep now my little Revy. Your transformation will began soon." I feel asleep on those words.

Driving home, Lisa was ecstatic. She’d just had the kinkiest, most satisfying sexual experience of her life, and she couldn’t wait to tell Kim about it. Unfortunately she’d promised Mr. Evans she’d keep it a secret. She could clearly see how he’d get fired for sure if the school found out, plus everyone would think she was some kind of freaky slut. But oh my god, it was so awesome, and Kim was practically her girlfriend, she knew she could keep a secret, and there was no way she couldn’t tell her. As she drove, though, it started to sink in what had happened, and the more she thought about it, the more she wondered why he did it. Mr. Evans had always been such a nice guy, like a friend, and she and all the other girls, not to mention their parents, trusted him implicitly. Who knew underneath he was a raging pervert who would string a girl up and fuck her after a thorough spanking. It didn’t really occur to her that he might have known she would be into it, or that it had been carefully planned out. For all she knew this is what he did for fun. Then she thought, oh shit, what if he’s doing some of the other girls too? As she pulled up to her house and ran upstairs to shower and change, the emotions began to mix into a slow boil; her full-body satisfaction was being replaced by a growing confusion as more questions kept coming up. It just didn’t make sense that this would suddenly happen the way it did. “How was practice, dear?” her mom asked from down the hall. It was later than she usually got home, and there was an underlying inquiry in her mother’s tone. She had to mentally regroup. “Oh, fine. Turns out we left a bunch of stuff behind on Saturday, and we got in a ton of trouble for it.” She was trying to sound as normal as possible. “Then I had to stay afterwards to talk to coach about it.” “Dee called a little while ago,” her mom continued from the doorway of her room, apparently satisfied with the explanation. “She just got back from school and said you should call her.” “K, thanks,” Lisa said, hurrying into her room to avoid the possibility of a face to face. She was a pretty good liar, as any teenager would be, but there was way more to hide here, plus there might be some extra funky fragrances wafting about. She tossed her well-used workout clothes onto one of the many piles of clothes, hiding them in plain sight, put on her robe, and scurried to the bath. In the shower the hot water made her ass smart a bit, and she giggled at the absurdity of it. She rubbed her wrists, which were sore and a little red from the binding, hoping there wouldn’t be an leftover marks she’d have to explain. As she stood there under the soothing flow, she went through the afternoon and the past few days in her mind, looking for clues as to how it all came about. She also analyzed how Mr. Evans had been behaving towards the other girls, to see if there was anything going on there. But she came up with nothing. Once out of the shower and toweling off, she thought back about what she’d told Dee about the weird way coach kept bumping into her, wondering if that had gotten him worked up, too. Then she stopped. Dee. She’d told Dee all this stuff. About the bumping, about thinking he was hot. Oh my god, even about the spanking. She threw on her robe and ran back to her room. She went through her bag to find her phone. Yup, Dee called her cell too. There had to be something to that. She was about to hit the call back when she had a wtf moment. Her gratification with having figured part of it out gave way to more confusion. Did Dee just tell him about her? Was she in on it? If so, that could mean she was doing him too. Her emotions boiled up again through small doses of anger, jealousy, embarrassment, and annoyance. Then she composed herself a bit. It was still the best fuck she’d ever had, and she was surely hoping for more of it. She sat and pondered a moment what she was going to say to Dee. She finally decided she’d say nothing and see how it played out. She hit the button. “Hey, what’s up!” Dee said excitedly on the other end. “I just got back, can you hang out tonight?’ Sounded like normal Dee so far. “Yeah, maybe. I got a little homework to do, but you know what, fuck it, I’m a senior; they can’t fail me now, right? Want me to see what Kim’s doing? We can probably hang out over there later.” She still wanted to tell Kim about it all, and there was no way she wasn’t going to see her this evening. “Sure, I gotta have dinner with my folks, but I’ll check in after seven and see where you’re at.” “Cool, talk to you later.” She hung up. Nothing suspicious there. She dialed Kim. “Hey sweetness,” Kim said, “How’d your talk with coach go?” Kim had left with the rest of the team after they got chewed out. “Um, interestingly. What are you doing now?” She wasn’t going to talk about it on the phone, but she really couldn’t wait, and there was no way she could pull off sitting through dinner with her mom. She had to find an excuse to get out. “Whoa, what’s ‘interestingly’ mean, Speedy Puss? What’s going on?” Speedy Puss was Kim’s nickname for Lisa, which packed multiple meanings, both obvious and private. “My folks are going out in a few, so come on over. But you gotta give me a hint first, or there’ll be no desert.” “Sorry, Shake, no dice, too big. See you in a about fifteen.” She hung up. Shake was short for chocolate shake, her playful reference to her mixed race, but also handy for other allusions, like ‘Do you want fries with that shake.’ Her phone buzzed with a text, from Kim. “Bitch,” was all it said. She smiled and got herself ready, told her mom she was going to Kim’s, then headed out the door. Lisa’s mom, Paula, was pretty accepting of her daughter’s behavior. It really wasn’t that bad compared to some of the stuff she knew was going on with other kids. If she wasn’t doing her homework, she spent most of her time either at practice or with Kim, so she didn’t have to worry too much about. And even though it was supposed to be a secret, she pretty much knew there was something going on between the two. But hey, it was better than having to fret over some infested boy knocking her daughter up. She’d been divorced five years now, and was just as happy to have her little girl avoiding the opposite sex for the time being. Plenty of time to learn that hard lesson in the future. Kim’s parents were just pulling out as Lisa drove up. They waved from the car, and she waved back heading up the path to the door. She walked in and headed back to the kitchen to find Kim. They shared a big wet kiss and a nice hug the way they usually did when no one was around, then held each other about the waist for a moment longer. “So, what the fuck, Puss, why the mystery? What happened?” Kim was not one to waste time. “Um, this is going to take a while to spell out, so relax.” Lisa said to calm her girl down. “I’m not hiding anything, but jeez, let me figure out where to start.” She released her embrace and sat down at the table. “ Hiding anything?!” Kim said, eyes wide, as she resumed munching her snack, standing at the counter. “What the hell?” “Yeah, I know. Trust me, holy crap.” The magnitude of what had happened and how she was going to explain it was hitting her again. “Ok, first, and completely, completely serious, this goes nowhere, right? You tell not one single person, or seriously bad things happen, so promise. Promise or I never touch your pretty, bald snatch ever again.” “Oh, you’ll touch it,” Kim said smugly, “but I promise already, go.” Lisa sat for about ten seconds, thinking through how to start conveying everything that was relevant to the event, then, overwhelmed, just jumped to a starting point. “He spanked me.” “WHAT?!” Kim was incredulous, her hand to her mouth as she burst out laughing. “You’re kidding me, right? Oh my god, he did not spank you!” She was nearly in tears laughing. Lisa felt a huge weight lift as she realized the ridiculousness of it, and started laughing a little too. “Oh, boy he sure did, and it was amazing!” “Wait,” Kim came back around, “like, sexual spanking? Like you’ve been a naughty little girl, bent over the knee spanking??” “No, not really. Better than that,” she said with an oddly defensive tone. “You’d better sit down so I can go over it.” Kim sat down across from her and listened to her story. She, of course, knew Lisa had a thing for Mr. Evans, and about how things had gotten increasingly weird with the whole personal space deal. But in no way was she expecting to hear about the incredibly erotic way he’d disciplined her friend. Lisa had only gotten so far as the end of the spanking when Kim finally said something, thinking that was the extent of it. “Wow, that was HOT . Makes me want to screw up more around him. How’s your ass feeling?” Lisa looked at her kinda puzzled, not realizing at first she thought that was all there was to it. “It’s getting better, but it really hurt for a while. The shower made it sting all over again.” “Man, that is pretty crazy. What are you going to do now?” still not getting it. “Um, there’s a whole lot more that happened, Shake. That was just the beginning.” She went on to tell her about the finger fucking, which both shocked and aroused Kim. Lisa was quiet for another moment, trying to formulate the words for the next part, and Kim again erroneously assumed the story was over. “That is messed up. I mean, kind of in a good way, but still. Wow.” Her friend’s continued silence and guilty look clued her in. “You gotta be kidding me. There’s MORE??” As she explained the final bit of it, Kim’s expression washed out as she succumbed to sensory overload. Lisa thought, my poor vanilla lover. Maybe this will open up your eyes to some adventurousness. She finished relating the rest of it, all the way up to how her butt hurt on the way home, then sat waiting for it to sink in. Kim was just staring at this point, mouth agape. Then finally she sort of laughed and said, “You let him tie you to a door and fuck you? Oh, my, GOD, you whore!” she shouted, laughing hysterically again. Lisa just sat there taking it, with a sheepish look beneath a beaming little grin. “Yup, I sure, did. And Kimmy, it was un-fucking-believable!!” “ You’re un-fucking-believable!” Kim said, jumping up out of her chair, “and you get another spanking for it!” Lisa instinctively got up and started running away, laughing. “No-no-no-no-no!” She ran down the hall and up the stairs to escape Kim, hot on her heels. They were both shrieking and laughing as they ended up in Kim’s room on the bed, Lisa on her back, Kim on top trying to flip her over against her protesting. “No, no, Kimmy, you can’t. It still hurts!” she said through her laughter. Kim was tickling her to get her to roll, pulling up her shirt to get to her skin. “Aw, does widdle Wisa have a sore bottom?” she cooed sarcastically, still mercilessly tickling her. “Maybe you better let your pretty Shake kiss it an make it all better.” She focused all her tickling to one side, making Lisa roll defensively in that direction, and finally flipped her over. Once Kim had her on her stomach, she ran her hands lightly up under Lisa’s shirt, caressing her back, easing the tension away. As she felt her start to relax, she sat up, and smacked her playfully on the ass. “Ouch!” Lisa squealed. “That’s for going off and fucking some smelling man and bringing me your sloppy seconds,” she chided. “Hey, I took a shower before I came over,” she protested. “And he’s not smelly, either. He smells kinda nice.” Smack again, though not as hard. “And that’s for sassing me.” “Hey, stop, seriously,” Lisa giggled. “Be nice!” Kim continued to caress her back. She rubbed up to her shoulder blades and leaned forward. Lisa’s curly brown hair was cut short enough to expose her neck, something Kim always liked. She kissed her pale skin, working her way around to her ear. “I’m terribly jealous, you know,” she whispered playfully. “You should have told me you liked to be dominated. I would have played along.” She emphasized her point by biting her ear. Lisa wasn’t expecting that. She’d previously thought Kim was pretty tame sexually, and assumed it was just how she was. Now she felt bad that it was just poor communication. She propped herself up on her elbows. “I’m sorry, Shake,” she said sincerely. “I hope you’re not too mad at me. I’ll make it up to you, I swear.” Kim responded by lifting Lisa’s shirt up and over her head, then pushed her back down onto the bed. Then she took off her own shirt, revealing her soft, round 32Cs. Her dark, stiff nipples stood out nicely against the mocha background of her skin. Her hair was down, allowing her long loose ringlets to drape partially over her breasts. She leaned forward again, letting her nipples trace along against Lisa’s back, allowing the weighty flesh of her globes to do the caressing, some thing both of them found incredibly arousing. “Oh my god, Kimmy. You have such great tits for that.” “I’m so glad you like them,” she said continuing for a moment before sitting back up. “Lift your hips, please. We need to take these off.” As Lisa raised her hips, Kim reached under to undo her fly, then pulled her jeans down over her full white cotton panties. “What’s this? You bring panties into my house??” she teased. Whenever they got together, the understanding was that the underwear stayed home. “I told you my ass hurts, but you didn’t believe me. I tried not wearing any, but the denim was too scratchy.” Kim gently massaged her friend’s perfect ass through the panties with both hands. The fact that they never wore them around each other, and the novelty of the innocent schoolgirl look was unexpectedly turning her on, even though it was unintentional on Lisa’s part. Kim seemed to be discovering her kinking side. She scooched back, straddling Lisa’s thighs, and leaned down to tickle her nipples against the fabric for a few strokes, then, unable to resist, she moved back further and brought her face downward, pressing into her butt while squeezing it once again with her hands. She buried herself into her friend’s pantied ass, rubbing small circles into it, reveling in the warm softness and the girlish aroma of it. Then she began nibbling, taking small bites at first, but gradually taking more and more flesh into to her mouth, until she gave into her lust and was essentially chewing on it, leaving wet circles where her mouth had been. Lisa’s reaction alternated between purrs of approval and occasional squeaks of discomfort when the bites became too aggressive. Given as they were through he fabric the overall affect was soothing to her skin, and as her panties became wetter and wetter with Kim’s saliva they felt like a balm on her tender skin. “I think I’m going to eat you alive,” Kim said in a throaty voice as she continued chewing and drooling, soaking Lisa’s panties to the point of translucence over several minutes as she attempted to devour her flesh. She moved in random patterns around the full breadth of her cheeks, and in between as far as her face would reach with Lisa’s thighs held together. What she wasn’t biting she was vigorously kneading, causing a new mixture of pleasure and pain in her friend’s already abused posterior. “Oh my gosh, Shake, that feels so good,” Lisa said tentatively, “but it’s starting to hurt too much…” “Good,” she said, matter-of-factly, sitting up to observe her handiwork. “Then you’re just about ready.” The wet, see-thru panties made a squishing sound as Kim squeezed hard, digging her fingers in and forcing her thumbs into the gap between her thighs, eventually working them beneath the fabric. Lisa’s cleft was soaked from spit and her own excitement, and Kim used her thumbs to fully massage this area, from the opening of her pussy to her tiny tight ass hole, and up between her cheeks. As she rubbed Lisa’s wet lips, she dug in extra hard with her fingertips until her nails pressed deeply, nearly tearing the wet material. The pain and pleasure of it was driving Lisa mad. She just wanted the agonizing pain to stop, and the fucking to start, and she attempted to squirm her way loose from Kim’s inescapable grip like a whiny child. “Oh, no, Speedy Puss, no fast relief for you today,” she said, tightening her grip while straightening her elbows, using her body weight to press her friend into the bed and forcing the fidgeting to stop. “That’s better. I’m going to be nice now, promise, unless you don’t cooperate. So be a good little bad girl for me, K?” She leaned over and gave her kiss on the cheek, and whispered in her ear, “Now, as much as I’ve enjoyed soaking your pretty panties for you, I’m afraid the time has come for them to go.” Lisa smiled and lifter her hips to allow Kim to pull the sopping mess down her legs, tossing them to the floor with a ‘plop’. Kim took the opportunity to stand and remove her own jeans, revealing her fully waxed pussy and impossibly tight, round, athletic ass. Lisa was watching her while lying on her stomach patiently, and the sight made her cream anew. Climbing back onto her friend, she straddled her butt and said, “First we’ll start with a nice pussy massage.” She licked her fingers and reached between her legs to massaged her pussy to get her lips good and wet and nicely opened for maximum contact. She let out a small moan as her loins were finally able to get some long overdue attention. Lowering herself down, she placed her lips to the still wet skin of Lisa’s ass, and began to grind herself about, her own wetness making things slicker still. Even though she wasn’t getting any direct stimulus from it, Lisa was happy to at last have the torment over with. And the sensation of a smooth, wet pussy rubbing against her butt was extremely arousing in its own way. Kim probably wouldn’t cum from it, but she sure knew how to get as much pleasure as possible from the motion, and her increasingly passionate noises confirmed this. After several minutes of humping, Kim managed to pry herself away, and lowered her face once again to her friend’s ass, now shiny with her own sex. She began to place a series of tiny kisses over the entire area, from the small of her back, to the sides of her hips, to the tops of her thighs, and back up through the middle to begin again. She could taste herself as she licked her lips, and the mixture of scents rising up was intoxicating. She began to lick the skin of Lisa’s increasingly sticky butt, in essence cleaning it for her. After everything her bum had endured today, the sensation was beyond description. Soothing, arousing, healing, pampering, all wrapped up into one fantastic feel. Then she felt Kim’s tongue slid down between her cheeks, and she instinctively parted her thighs as wide as her knees would go. Kim tickled her anus for a good while, enjoying the musky taste of her tight hole as it resisted then accepted her darting advances. They were now lying beside each other on the bed, Kim resting her body on the side of Lisa’s, her head towards her feet, her breasts nestled against Lisa’s back. As she moved more deeply towards the pussy she yearned to taste, Kim felt Lisa’s fingers begin to explore her own, and she pressed her hips forward encouragingly. With her own hand she began to massage Lisa’s clit, knowing she could get her to cum almost immediately. She could have tortured her further by bringing her to the brink, but it had been a pretty rough day for her sweetie, and she was dying to pop her once just to see her do it. The movement of the hand on her own pussy became more erratic as Lisa’ moans increased, until it finally stopped altogether, merely gripping her thigh. While she continued to lick the sweet taste of Lisa’s pink petals, Kim’s fingers rubbed her clit briskly until her hips began to buck up against her body. Lisa’s orgasm came up through her body like a warm glow emanating from the focal point under Kim’s thumb, and she was more than a little vocal in expressing this. She loved how she was able to come so easily, and loved the way Kim could bring it out of her. Something about the feminine touch that could be so gentle and rough at the same time, not like the animalistic fucking she’d gotten earlier. Kim’s thumb continued to electrify her clit, but the intensity felt so good even if it was too much, and her soft tongue made her pussy gush with pleasure. Her body was shaking under the weight of Kim’s chest as her orgasm began to subside. Downstairs, Dee had just walked in. She’d tried calling both their cells but didn’t get through, and knowing they were over at Kim’s figured she’d just go over. Seeing Lisa’s car out front and Kim’s parent’s car gone, she just walked in. From the foyer she heard the unmistakable sounds of passion coming form upstairs, so she quietly removed her sandals and put her bag down, then crept up the stairs. Now that Kim had gotten Lisa off, she had her right where she wanted her. She sat up and turned around to give Lisa a long loving kiss, glistening chin and all. With a devilish look in her eye she said, “And now, my little Speedy, you’re going to lay there and do my bidding.” And with that she climbed up towards the head of the bed, putting a knee on either side of Lisa’s head, and positioned herself with her pussy right on Lisa’s chin, sitting lightly on the top of her chest. Dee came to the open doorway just as Kim was climbing onto her friend’s face. From here she had a clear view of Kim’s cute butt, her long hair down her back, and Lisa’s body. Kim was facing the opposite wall, staring down at Lisa, who of course couldn’t see anything past the completely smooth pussy in front of her. Dee silently sat down in the hallway to watch, her hand reaching up the leg of her shorts and under her panties as the show developed. “So, you like to be controlled, do you, you little slut?” Kim said to her smiling submissive. With her hands on her own thighs, she slouched back, pulling her pussy away from Lisa’s face as she let a trail of spit drop down onto her clit. She did this again, and as it ran down the length of her lips, the excess formed a small pool at the base of Lisa’s neck. “Don’t even think about licking that until I say so,” she said earnestly. Lisa was shocked and aroused by her friend’s newfound kink, and Dee was absolutely turned on by it as well. With her left hand she was holding her panties aside while her right drew circles around her clit. She could only hope she’d would go unnoticed, but she wasn’t about to remove herself from the scene. “Ok, now grab my ass, please. That’s it.” Lisa’s arms beneath Kim’s legs had enough room to maneuver to place a hand on each cheek. “I bet you want to pull my sweet kitty into you, don’t you?” she taunted, pressing her butt back into her hands. “Yes, please,” Lisa said, playing the part. Kim let some more spit dribble down, this time onto Lisa’s neck, then took her right hand and smeared the collected mess around, her hand around her throat, pressing her back into the bed. “You’ll do it when I let you, is understand?” she said threateningly. Lisa nodded. “Good girl.” Still pressing downward, Kim moved her slick hand up onto Lisa’s face, rubbing her saliva all over it, then, holding her jaw, she leaned forward and let another string fall right onto her chin, which she again smeared around, this time forcing her fingers into Lisa’s mouth. “Suck,” Kim demanded, as Lisa hungrily obliged. “Better get some practice in before I give you this yummy cunt.” With her left hand she started rubbing her pussy, opening up the lips Lisa to see. She raised herself up, suspending her wet slit right over Lisa’s face, spreading her knees to lower herself tantalizingly closer. She removed her fingers from Lisa’s mouth, and, using both hands to spread her cunt open, she dropped downwards, placing her opening right on the bridge of Lisa’s nose. “Can you see that?” she cooed. “Is that a close enough view for you? How about I rub it in?” She was grinding her pussy onto Lisa’s nose and forehead. “Such a pretty face to fuck.” Dee was getting close to cumming watching this, and she had to force herself to back off. Her breathe was heavy and short as she tried not to make any noise, but what she was seeing was so thoroughly hot, she was having a hard time controlling herself. “Ok,” Kim continued, “Say please and I’ll let you lick me.” “Please,” came the small voice beneath her butt. “Aw, that’s not very convincing, Speedy. Say, ‘Please may I lick your pretty pussy.’” Kim moved her cunt back over her mouth now, anticipating. “Please may I lick your pretty pussy,” came the voice again, nearly begging this time. “Much better,” Kim said, rocking her hips side to side now. “Ok, squeeze my ass for me and bring me to your mouth. Oh, yessss, perfect…,” Kim’s voice faded into loud moans as the tension released, and Lisa’s tongue sent waves of pleasure up through her body. From the hallway Dee watched as Lisa’s fingers dug into the tight skin of Kim’s ass as she pulled her prize down to her. She could feel herself starting to cum and was no longer willing to resist. With one hand over he mouth, she held the other fast to her lips, letting the pressure on her clit burst into a ripple of pleasure as her pussy melted. Keeping her shallow, panting breaths as quiet as possible, she closed her eyes and pressed her head against the wall behind her. Were it not for the volume of Kim’s obvious pleasure she surely would have been heard gasping in the hallway. Kim was fully enjoying face fucking Lisa, who was quite expert at giving her bald slit all the pleasure it could handle once she’d been given permission to do so. Wanting so much to reward her new adventurousness, Lisa gave her he best head she could, combining tongue fucking and clit sucking to devastating effect as she held Kim’s ass hard in her hands to force her pussy to her face. It took a while, easily ten minutes of constant attention, but gradually Kim built up into a long, enormous orgasm that went on loudly for another several minutes as her squirming body forced a prolonged din of shouts and incoherent moans from her throat. By the time she was done, Dee had been able to prolong her own playtime into a continuous series of orgasms, her own increasingly careless noises drowned out by those of Kim. No longer wanting to merely spectate, she removed her tank and slipped out of her shorts. With some difficulty she brought herself to her feet, leaning against the doorway for support. As Kim sat there recovering, she glanced over her shoulder at the movement from the corner of her eye. At first she was shocked to see someone standing in her doorway, but when she recognized it to be Dee, naked, her finger to her lips, the surprise turned to excitement, and she played along with her request to remain silent. Dee pointed to Lisa’s exposed pussy, then to herself, indicated to Kim where she would go with a wink. Kim winked back and returned her attention to Lisa, still held between her legs. “You’re being a very good girl, Puss,” she said, “Now lift up your legs and let me hold on to them.” Lisa lifted her legs up, and Kim reached back to tuck each of them by her side under her arms, leaving Lisa curled up with her ass in the air. “Very good,” she said, pressing herself back onto her face. “There’s a surprise here for you. So you just hold still and let her do what she wants, ok?” Lisa’s eyes got big as she sensed someone else climbing onto the bed. A pair of hands gently held the backs of her thighs before she felt first a warm breath then a mouth on her exposed pussy. Kim held her legs firmly to her sides while Dee delicately sucked their shared captive for a long moment before sitting up and walking on her knees up behind Kim to wrap her arms around her in a big embrace. Looking past her shoulder and down between her legs she said, “Hi Lise, how’d you end up down there?” Kim, pressing forward to make sure she was unable to respond, answered for her. “She was out getting into trouble with somebody today, so I thought I’d teach her a lesson. You’re here to help I assume?” “Oh, anything I can do to teach a naughty girl some manners,” Dee said charitably. “How about I start with a nice finger fuck while you hold her.” She crawled back behind the two of them, and leaned into give Lisa’s pussy a big slobbery lick to get her nice and wet. Then she slipped two fingers in to get her used to it before adding a third when her hand got good and slick and Lisa’s opening relaxed. Kim meanwhile was enjoying the benefits of the compliant mouth between her legs, grinding her hips in small circles as her moans once more began to build. Dee was working on getting her fourth finger into the tight snatch before her. She leaned over to use her tongue on her clit to help encourage its acceptance, and soon with all four fingers she was twisting her wrist, screwing her fingers further into Lisa with each push. The muffled moans coming from beneath Kim were growing nearly as loud as those from above. Dee was able to work her fingers nearly up to the third knuckle, aided by the fact that her hand was quite small. Sensing this growing receptiveness she slipped her thumb underneath her four fingers, and began to fuck her with her entire hand, still twisting as she entered, and every now and again sucking on her clit. Slowing her tempo down, she began to ease more and more of her hand in, as Lisa’s pussy relaxed and dilated. Finally, with one long, gentle push, she cleared the knuckles at the base of her fingers, and her whole hand was able to slip in, causing Lisa’s heightening moans to swell into a muffled scream into Kim’s pussy, at which point Kim turned to see what was going on. Dee pulled Lisa’s legs free of Kim’s arms as she climbed off her chest, turning around to get a closer look at Dee’s hand buried to the wrist. Free from constraint, Lisa let out a series of long loud moans that were almost shouts, but still held her knees up towards her chest to allow a better angle. “Oh, fuck, Dee. Hold still! Fuck, that feels so good!” Lisa grabbed Dee’s arm to keep it still while she got used to it, then began to pump herself slowly with it. Kim wrapped her hand around Lisa’s and helped her ease Dee’s arm in and out. The pace soon quickened as Lisa was fully in the throws of this new and extremely pleasurable experience. After a few short minutes she was cumming hard onto Dee’s fist, screaming loudly as her entire lower body contracted around it, with Kim now rubbing her clit. Holding onto to her knees, curled in an upside down fetal position, Lisa lay helplessly shaking as spasms shook her body, nearly sobbing in ecstasy. Dee carefully extracted her hand and rubbed her pussy gently as it recovered. Then she crawled up to give Lisa a kiss hello. “I learned a couple of new tricks at college,” she said, “and I couldn’t wait to get back and show you. Although it seems you two were doing just fine without my help.” Then she sat back up and gave Kim a kiss too. Lisa was slowly gaining her composure and finally spoke. “You would not believe everything I’ve done today, even though I have the feeling you know already.” “I’m not exactly sure” Dee said, “but I might have an idea. Did something happen with coach today?” she smiled. (Comments on the series welcome.)

Driving home, Lisa was ecstatic. She’d just had the kinkiest, most satisfying sexual experience of her life, and she couldn’t wait to tell Kim about it. Unfortunately she’d promised Mr. Evans she’d keep it a secret. She could clearly see how he’d get fired for sure if the school found out, plus everyone would think she was some kind of freaky slut. But oh my god, it was so awesome, and Kim was practically her girlfriend, she knew she could keep a secret, and there was no way she couldn’t tell her. As she drove, though, it started to sink in what had happened, and the more she thought about it, the more she wondered why he did it. Mr. Evans had always been such a nice guy, like a friend, and she and all the other girls, not to mention their parents, trusted him implicitly. Who knew underneath he was a raging pervert who would string a girl up and fuck her after a thorough spanking. It didn’t really occur to her that he might have known she would be into it, or that it had been carefully planned out. For all she knew this is what he did for fun. Then she thought, oh shit, what if he’s doing some of the other girls too? As she pulled up to her house and ran upstairs to shower and change, the emotions began to mix into a slow boil; her full-body satisfaction was being replaced by a growing confusion as more questions kept coming up. It just didn’t make sense that this would suddenly happen the way it did. “How was practice, dear?” her mom asked from down the hall. It was later than she usually got home, and there was an underlying inquiry in her mother’s tone. She had to mentally regroup. “Oh, fine. Turns out we left a bunch of stuff behind on Saturday, and we got in a ton of trouble for it.” She was trying to sound as normal as possible. “Then I had to stay afterwards to talk to coach about it.” “Dee called a little while ago,” her mom continued from the doorway of her room, apparently satisfied with the explanation. “She just got back from school and said you should call her.” “K, thanks,” Lisa said, hurrying into her room to avoid the possibility of a face to face. She was a pretty good liar, as any teenager would be, but there was way more to hide here, plus there might be some extra funky fragrances wafting about. She tossed her well-used workout clothes onto one of the many piles of clothes, hiding them in plain sight, put on her robe, and scurried to the bath. In the shower the hot water made her ass smart a bit, and she giggled at the absurdity of it. She rubbed her wrists, which were sore and a little red from the binding, hoping there wouldn’t be an leftover marks she’d have to explain. As she stood there under the soothing flow, she went through the afternoon and the past few days in her mind, looking for clues as to how it all came about. She also analyzed how Mr. Evans had been behaving towards the other girls, to see if there was anything going on there. But she came up with nothing. Once out of the shower and toweling off, she thought back about what she’d told Dee about the weird way coach kept bumping into her, wondering if that had gotten him worked up, too. Then she stopped. Dee. She’d told Dee all this stuff. About the bumping, about thinking he was hot. Oh my god, even about the spanking. She threw on her robe and ran back to her room. She went through her bag to find her phone. Yup, Dee called her cell too. There had to be something to that. She was about to hit the call back when she had a wtf moment. Her gratification with having figured part of it out gave way to more confusion. Did Dee just tell him about her? Was she in on it? If so, that could mean she was doing him too. Her emotions boiled up again through small doses of anger, jealousy, embarrassment, and annoyance. Then she composed herself a bit. It was still the best fuck she’d ever had, and she was surely hoping for more of it. She sat and pondered a moment what she was going to say to Dee. She finally decided she’d say nothing and see how it played out. She hit the button. “Hey, what’s up!” Dee said excitedly on the other end. “I just got back, can you hang out tonight?’ Sounded like normal Dee so far. “Yeah, maybe. I got a little homework to do, but you know what, fuck it, I’m a senior; they can’t fail me now, right? Want me to see what Kim’s doing? We can probably hang out over there later.” She still wanted to tell Kim about it all, and there was no way she wasn’t going to see her this evening. “Sure, I gotta have dinner with my folks, but I’ll check in after seven and see where you’re at.” “Cool, talk to you later.” She hung up. Nothing suspicious there. She dialed Kim. “Hey sweetness,” Kim said, “How’d your talk with coach go?” Kim had left with the rest of the team after they got chewed out. “Um, interestingly. What are you doing now?” She wasn’t going to talk about it on the phone, but she really couldn’t wait, and there was no way she could pull off sitting through dinner with her mom. She had to find an excuse to get out. “Whoa, what’s ‘interestingly’ mean, Speedy Puss? What’s going on?” Speedy Puss was Kim’s nickname for Lisa, which packed multiple meanings, both obvious and private. “My folks are going out in a few, so come on over. But you gotta give me a hint first, or there’ll be no desert.” “Sorry, Shake, no dice, too big. See you in a about fifteen.” She hung up. Shake was short for chocolate shake, her playful reference to her mixed race, but also handy for other allusions, like ‘Do you want fries with that shake.’ Her phone buzzed with a text, from Kim. “Bitch,” was all it said. She smiled and got herself ready, told her mom she was going to Kim’s, then headed out the door. Lisa’s mom, Paula, was pretty accepting of her daughter’s behavior. It really wasn’t that bad compared to some of the stuff she knew was going on with other kids. If she wasn’t doing her homework, she spent most of her time either at practice or with Kim, so she didn’t have to worry too much about. And even though it was supposed to be a secret, she pretty much knew there was something going on between the two. But hey, it was better than having to fret over some infested boy knocking her daughter up. She’d been divorced five years now, and was just as happy to have her little girl avoiding the opposite sex for the time being. Plenty of time to learn that hard lesson in the future. Kim’s parents were just pulling out as Lisa drove up. They waved from the car, and she waved back heading up the path to the door. She walked in and headed back to the kitchen to find Kim. They shared a big wet kiss and a nice hug the way they usually did when no one was around, then held each other about the waist for a moment longer. “So, what the fuck, Puss, why the mystery? What happened?” Kim was not one to waste time. “Um, this is going to take a while to spell out, so relax.” Lisa said to calm her girl down. “I’m not hiding anything, but jeez, let me figure out where to start.” She released her embrace and sat down at the table. “ Hiding anything?!” Kim said, eyes wide, as she resumed munching her snack, standing at the counter. “What the hell?” “Yeah, I know. Trust me, holy crap.” The magnitude of what had happened and how she was going to explain it was hitting her again. “Ok, first, and completely, completely serious, this goes nowhere, right? You tell not one single person, or seriously bad things happen, so promise. Promise or I never touch your pretty, bald snatch ever again.” “Oh, you’ll touch it,” Kim said smugly, “but I promise already, go.” Lisa sat for about ten seconds, thinking through how to start conveying everything that was relevant to the event, then, overwhelmed, just jumped to a starting point. “He spanked me.” “WHAT?!” Kim was incredulous, her hand to her mouth as she burst out laughing. “You’re kidding me, right? Oh my god, he did not spank you!” She was nearly in tears laughing. Lisa felt a huge weight lift as she realized the ridiculousness of it, and started laughing a little too. “Oh, boy he sure did, and it was amazing!” “Wait,” Kim came back around, “like, sexual spanking? Like you’ve been a naughty little girl, bent over the knee spanking??” “No, not really. Better than that,” she said with an oddly defensive tone. “You’d better sit down so I can go over it.” Kim sat down across from her and listened to her story. She, of course, knew Lisa had a thing for Mr. Evans, and about how things had gotten increasingly weird with the whole personal space deal. But in no way was she expecting to hear about the incredibly erotic way he’d disciplined her friend. Lisa had only gotten so far as the end of the spanking when Kim finally said something, thinking that was the extent of it. “Wow, that was HOT . Makes me want to screw up more around him. How’s your ass feeling?” Lisa looked at her kinda puzzled, not realizing at first she thought that was all there was to it. “It’s getting better, but it really hurt for a while. The shower made it sting all over again.” “Man, that is pretty crazy. What are you going to do now?” still not getting it. “Um, there’s a whole lot more that happened, Shake. That was just the beginning.” She went on to tell her about the finger fucking, which both shocked and aroused Kim. Lisa was quiet for another moment, trying to formulate the words for the next part, and Kim again erroneously assumed the story was over. “That is messed up. I mean, kind of in a good way, but still. Wow.” Her friend’s continued silence and guilty look clued her in. “You gotta be kidding me. There’s MORE??” As she explained the final bit of it, Kim’s expression washed out as she succumbed to sensory overload. Lisa thought, my poor vanilla lover. Maybe this will open up your eyes to some adventurousness. She finished relating the rest of it, all the way up to how her butt hurt on the way home, then sat waiting for it to sink in. Kim was just staring at this point, mouth agape. Then finally she sort of laughed and said, “You let him tie you to a door and fuck you? Oh, my, GOD, you whore!” she shouted, laughing hysterically again. Lisa just sat there taking it, with a sheepish look beneath a beaming little grin. “Yup, I sure, did. And Kimmy, it was un-fucking-believable!!” “ You’re un-fucking-believable!” Kim said, jumping up out of her chair, “and you get another spanking for it!” Lisa instinctively got up and started running away, laughing. “No-no-no-no-no!” She ran down the hall and up the stairs to escape Kim, hot on her heels. They were both shrieking and laughing as they ended up in Kim’s room on the bed, Lisa on her back, Kim on top trying to flip her over against her protesting. “No, no, Kimmy, you can’t. It still hurts!” she said through her laughter. Kim was tickling her to get her to roll, pulling up her shirt to get to her skin. “Aw, does widdle Wisa have a sore bottom?” she cooed sarcastically, still mercilessly tickling her. “Maybe you better let your pretty Shake kiss it an make it all better.” She focused all her tickling to one side, making Lisa roll defensively in that direction, and finally flipped her over. Once Kim had her on her stomach, she ran her hands lightly up under Lisa’s shirt, caressing her back, easing the tension away. As she felt her start to relax, she sat up, and smacked her playfully on the ass. “Ouch!” Lisa squealed. “That’s for going off and fucking some smelling man and bringing me your sloppy seconds,” she chided. “Hey, I took a shower before I came over,” she protested. “And he’s not smelly, either. He smells kinda nice.” Smack again, though not as hard. “And that’s for sassing me.” “Hey, stop, seriously,” Lisa giggled. “Be nice!” Kim continued to caress her back. She rubbed up to her shoulder blades and leaned forward. Lisa’s curly brown hair was cut short enough to expose her neck, something Kim always liked. She kissed her pale skin, working her way around to her ear. “I’m terribly jealous, you know,” she whispered playfully. “You should have told me you liked to be dominated. I would have played along.” She emphasized her point by biting her ear. Lisa wasn’t expecting that. She’d previously thought Kim was pretty tame sexually, and assumed it was just how she was. Now she felt bad that it was just poor communication. She propped herself up on her elbows. “I’m sorry, Shake,” she said sincerely. “I hope you’re not too mad at me. I’ll make it up to you, I swear.” Kim responded by lifting Lisa’s shirt up and over her head, then pushed her back down onto the bed. Then she took off her own shirt, revealing her soft, round 32Cs. Her dark, stiff nipples stood out nicely against the mocha background of her skin. Her hair was down, allowing her long loose ringlets to drape partially over her breasts. She leaned forward again, letting her nipples trace along against Lisa’s back, allowing the weighty flesh of her globes to do the caressing, some thing both of them found incredibly arousing. “Oh my god, Kimmy. You have such great tits for that.” “I’m so glad you like them,” she said continuing for a moment before sitting back up. “Lift your hips, please. We need to take these off.” As Lisa raised her hips, Kim reached under to undo her fly, then pulled her jeans down over her full white cotton panties. “What’s this? You bring panties into my house??” she teased. Whenever they got together, the understanding was that the underwear stayed home. “I told you my ass hurts, but you didn’t believe me. I tried not wearing any, but the denim was too scratchy.” Kim gently massaged her friend’s perfect ass through the panties with both hands. The fact that they never wore them around each other, and the novelty of the innocent schoolgirl look was unexpectedly turning her on, even though it was unintentional on Lisa’s part. Kim seemed to be discovering her kinking side. She scooched back, straddling Lisa’s thighs, and leaned down to tickle her nipples against the fabric for a few strokes, then, unable to resist, she moved back further and brought her face downward, pressing into her butt while squeezing it once again with her hands. She buried herself into her friend’s pantied ass, rubbing small circles into it, reveling in the warm softness and the girlish aroma of it. Then she began nibbling, taking small bites at first, but gradually taking more and more flesh into to her mouth, until she gave into her lust and was essentially chewing on it, leaving wet circles where her mouth had been. Lisa’s reaction alternated between purrs of approval and occasional squeaks of discomfort when the bites became too aggressive. Given as they were through he fabric the overall affect was soothing to her skin, and as her panties became wetter and wetter with Kim’s saliva they felt like a balm on her tender skin. “I think I’m going to eat you alive,” Kim said in a throaty voice as she continued chewing and drooling, soaking Lisa’s panties to the point of translucence over several minutes as she attempted to devour her flesh. She moved in random patterns around the full breadth of her cheeks, and in between as far as her face would reach with Lisa’s thighs held together. What she wasn’t biting she was vigorously kneading, causing a new mixture of pleasure and pain in her friend’s already abused posterior. “Oh my gosh, Shake, that feels so good,” Lisa said tentatively, “but it’s starting to hurt too much…” “Good,” she said, matter-of-factly, sitting up to observe her handiwork. “Then you’re just about ready.” The wet, see-thru panties made a squishing sound as Kim squeezed hard, digging her fingers in and forcing her thumbs into the gap between her thighs, eventually working them beneath the fabric. Lisa’s cleft was soaked from spit and her own excitement, and Kim used her thumbs to fully massage this area, from the opening of her pussy to her tiny tight ass hole, and up between her cheeks. As she rubbed Lisa’s wet lips, she dug in extra hard with her fingertips until her nails pressed deeply, nearly tearing the wet material. The pain and pleasure of it was driving Lisa mad. She just wanted the agonizing pain to stop, and the fucking to start, and she attempted to squirm her way loose from Kim’s inescapable grip like a whiny child. “Oh, no, Speedy Puss, no fast relief for you today,” she said, tightening her grip while straightening her elbows, using her body weight to press her friend into the bed and forcing the fidgeting to stop. “That’s better. I’m going to be nice now, promise, unless you don’t cooperate. So be a good little bad girl for me, K?” She leaned over and gave her kiss on the cheek, and whispered in her ear, “Now, as much as I’ve enjoyed soaking your pretty panties for you, I’m afraid the time has come for them to go.” Lisa smiled and lifter her hips to allow Kim to pull the sopping mess down her legs, tossing them to the floor with a ‘plop’. Kim took the opportunity to stand and remove her own jeans, revealing her fully waxed pussy and impossibly tight, round, athletic ass. Lisa was watching her while lying on her stomach patiently, and the sight made her cream anew. Climbing back onto her friend, she straddled her butt and said, “First we’ll start with a nice pussy massage.” She licked her fingers and reached between her legs to massaged her pussy to get her lips good and wet and nicely opened for maximum contact. She let out a small moan as her loins were finally able to get some long overdue attention. Lowering herself down, she placed her lips to the still wet skin of Lisa’s ass, and began to grind herself about, her own wetness making things slicker still. Even though she wasn’t getting any direct stimulus from it, Lisa was happy to at last have the torment over with. And the sensation of a smooth, wet pussy rubbing against her butt was extremely arousing in its own way. Kim probably wouldn’t cum from it, but she sure knew how to get as much pleasure as possible from the motion, and her increasingly passionate noises confirmed this. After several minutes of humping, Kim managed to pry herself away, and lowered her face once again to her friend’s ass, now shiny with her own sex. She began to place a series of tiny kisses over the entire area, from the small of her back, to the sides of her hips, to the tops of her thighs, and back up through the middle to begin again. She could taste herself as she licked her lips, and the mixture of scents rising up was intoxicating. She began to lick the skin of Lisa’s increasingly sticky butt, in essence cleaning it for her. After everything her bum had endured today, the sensation was beyond description. Soothing, arousing, healing, pampering, all wrapped up into one fantastic feel. Then she felt Kim’s tongue slid down between her cheeks, and she instinctively parted her thighs as wide as her knees would go. Kim tickled her anus for a good while, enjoying the musky taste of her tight hole as it resisted then accepted her darting advances. They were now lying beside each other on the bed, Kim resting her body on the side of Lisa’s, her head towards her feet, her breasts nestled against Lisa’s back. As she moved more deeply towards the pussy she yearned to taste, Kim felt Lisa’s fingers begin to explore her own, and she pressed her hips forward encouragingly. With her own hand she began to massage Lisa’s clit, knowing she could get her to cum almost immediately. She could have tortured her further by bringing her to the brink, but it had been a pretty rough day for her sweetie, and she was dying to pop her once just to see her do it. The movement of the hand on her own pussy became more erratic as Lisa’ moans increased, until it finally stopped altogether, merely gripping her thigh. While she continued to lick the sweet taste of Lisa’s pink petals, Kim’s fingers rubbed her clit briskly until her hips began to buck up against her body. Lisa’s orgasm came up through her body like a warm glow emanating from the focal point under Kim’s thumb, and she was more than a little vocal in expressing this. She loved how she was able to come so easily, and loved the way Kim could bring it out of her. Something about the feminine touch that could be so gentle and rough at the same time, not like the animalistic fucking she’d gotten earlier. Kim’s thumb continued to electrify her clit, but the intensity felt so good even if it was too much, and her soft tongue made her pussy gush with pleasure. Her body was shaking under the weight of Kim’s chest as her orgasm began to subside. Downstairs, Dee had just walked in. She’d tried calling both their cells but didn’t get through, and knowing they were over at Kim’s figured she’d just go over. Seeing Lisa’s car out front and Kim’s parent’s car gone, she just walked in. From the foyer she heard the unmistakable sounds of passion coming form upstairs, so she quietly removed her sandals and put her bag down, then crept up the stairs. Now that Kim had gotten Lisa off, she had her right where she wanted her. She sat up and turned around to give Lisa a long loving kiss, glistening chin and all. With a devilish look in her eye she said, “And now, my little Speedy, you’re going to lay there and do my bidding.” And with that she climbed up towards the head of the bed, putting a knee on either side of Lisa’s head, and positioned herself with her pussy right on Lisa’s chin, sitting lightly on the top of her chest. Dee came to the open doorway just as Kim was climbing onto her friend’s face. From here she had a clear view of Kim’s cute butt, her long hair down her back, and Lisa’s body. Kim was facing the opposite wall, staring down at Lisa, who of course couldn’t see anything past the completely smooth pussy in front of her. Dee silently sat down in the hallway to watch, her hand reaching up the leg of her shorts and under her panties as the show developed. “So, you like to be controlled, do you, you little slut?” Kim said to her smiling submissive. With her hands on her own thighs, she slouched back, pulling her pussy away from Lisa’s face as she let a trail of spit drop down onto her clit. She did this again, and as it ran down the length of her lips, the excess formed a small pool at the base of Lisa’s neck. “Don’t even think about licking that until I say so,” she said earnestly. Lisa was shocked and aroused by her friend’s newfound kink, and Dee was absolutely turned on by it as well. With her left hand she was holding her panties aside while her right drew circles around her clit. She could only hope she’d would go unnoticed, but she wasn’t about to remove herself from the scene. “Ok, now grab my ass, please. That’s it.” Lisa’s arms beneath Kim’s legs had enough room to maneuver to place a hand on each cheek. “I bet you want to pull my sweet kitty into you, don’t you?” she taunted, pressing her butt back into her hands. “Yes, please,” Lisa said, playing the part. Kim let some more spit dribble down, this time onto Lisa’s neck, then took her right hand and smeared the collected mess around, her hand around her throat, pressing her back into the bed. “You’ll do it when I let you, is understand?” she said threateningly. Lisa nodded. “Good girl.” Still pressing downward, Kim moved her slick hand up onto Lisa’s face, rubbing her saliva all over it, then, holding her jaw, she leaned forward and let another string fall right onto her chin, which she again smeared around, this time forcing her fingers into Lisa’s mouth. “Suck,” Kim demanded, as Lisa hungrily obliged. “Better get some practice in before I give you this yummy cunt.” With her left hand she started rubbing her pussy, opening up the lips Lisa to see. She raised herself up, suspending her wet slit right over Lisa’s face, spreading her knees to lower herself tantalizingly closer. She removed her fingers from Lisa’s mouth, and, using both hands to spread her cunt open, she dropped downwards, placing her opening right on the bridge of Lisa’s nose. “Can you see that?” she cooed. “Is that a close enough view for you? How about I rub it in?” She was grinding her pussy onto Lisa’s nose and forehead. “Such a pretty face to fuck.” Dee was getting close to cumming watching this, and she had to force herself to back off. Her breathe was heavy and short as she tried not to make any noise, but what she was seeing was so thoroughly hot, she was having a hard time controlling herself. “Ok,” Kim continued, “Say please and I’ll let you lick me.” “Please,” came the small voice beneath her butt. “Aw, that’s not very convincing, Speedy. Say, ‘Please may I lick your pretty pussy.’” Kim moved her cunt back over her mouth now, anticipating. “Please may I lick your pretty pussy,” came the voice again, nearly begging this time. “Much better,” Kim said, rocking her hips side to side now. “Ok, squeeze my ass for me and bring me to your mouth. Oh, yessss, perfect…,” Kim’s voice faded into loud moans as the tension released, and Lisa’s tongue sent waves of pleasure up through her body. From the hallway Dee watched as Lisa’s fingers dug into the tight skin of Kim’s ass as she pulled her prize down to her. She could feel herself starting to cum and was no longer willing to resist. With one hand over he mouth, she held the other fast to her lips, letting the pressure on her clit burst into a ripple of pleasure as her pussy melted. Keeping her shallow, panting breaths as quiet as possible, she closed her eyes and pressed her head against the wall behind her. Were it not for the volume of Kim’s obvious pleasure she surely would have been heard gasping in the hallway. Kim was fully enjoying face fucking Lisa, who was quite expert at giving her bald slit all the pleasure it could handle once she’d been given permission to do so. Wanting so much to reward her new adventurousness, Lisa gave her he best head she could, combining tongue fucking and clit sucking to devastating effect as she held Kim’s ass hard in her hands to force her pussy to her face. It took a while, easily ten minutes of constant attention, but gradually Kim built up into a long, enormous orgasm that went on loudly for another several minutes as her squirming body forced a prolonged din of shouts and incoherent moans from her throat. By the time she was done, Dee had been able to prolong her own playtime into a continuous series of orgasms, her own increasingly careless noises drowned out by those of Kim. No longer wanting to merely spectate, she removed her tank and slipped out of her shorts. With some difficulty she brought herself to her feet, leaning against the doorway for support. As Kim sat there recovering, she glanced over her shoulder at the movement from the corner of her eye. At first she was shocked to see someone standing in her doorway, but when she recognized it to be Dee, naked, her finger to her lips, the surprise turned to excitement, and she played along with her request to remain silent. Dee pointed to Lisa’s exposed pussy, then to herself, indicated to Kim where she would go with a wink. Kim winked back and returned her attention to Lisa, still held between her legs. “You’re being a very good girl, Puss,” she said, “Now lift up your legs and let me hold on to them.” Lisa lifted her legs up, and Kim reached back to tuck each of them by her side under her arms, leaving Lisa curled up with her ass in the air. “Very good,” she said, pressing herself back onto her face. “There’s a surprise here for you. So you just hold still and let her do what she wants, ok?” Lisa’s eyes got big as she sensed someone else climbing onto the bed. A pair of hands gently held the backs of her thighs before she felt first a warm breath then a mouth on her exposed pussy. Kim held her legs firmly to her sides while Dee delicately sucked their shared captive for a long moment before sitting up and walking on her knees up behind Kim to wrap her arms around her in a big embrace. Looking past her shoulder and down between her legs she said, “Hi Lise, how’d you end up down there?” Kim, pressing forward to make sure she was unable to respond, answered for her. “She was out getting into trouble with somebody today, so I thought I’d teach her a lesson. You’re here to help I assume?” “Oh, anything I can do to teach a naughty girl some manners,” Dee said charitably. “How about I start with a nice finger fuck while you hold her.” She crawled back behind the two of them, and leaned into give Lisa’s pussy a big slobbery lick to get her nice and wet. Then she slipped two fingers in to get her used to it before adding a third when her hand got good and slick and Lisa’s opening relaxed. Kim meanwhile was enjoying the benefits of the compliant mouth between her legs, grinding her hips in small circles as her moans once more began to build. Dee was working on getting her fourth finger into the tight snatch before her. She leaned over to use her tongue on her clit to help encourage its acceptance, and soon with all four fingers she was twisting her wrist, screwing her fingers further into Lisa with each push. The muffled moans coming from beneath Kim were growing nearly as loud as those from above. Dee was able to work her fingers nearly up to the third knuckle, aided by the fact that her hand was quite small. Sensing this growing receptiveness she slipped her thumb underneath her four fingers, and began to fuck her with her entire hand, still twisting as she entered, and every now and again sucking on her clit. Slowing her tempo down, she began to ease more and more of her hand in, as Lisa’s pussy relaxed and dilated. Finally, with one long, gentle push, she cleared the knuckles at the base of her fingers, and her whole hand was able to slip in, causing Lisa’s heightening moans to swell into a muffled scream into Kim’s pussy, at which point Kim turned to see what was going on. Dee pulled Lisa’s legs free of Kim’s arms as she climbed off her chest, turning around to get a closer look at Dee’s hand buried to the wrist. Free from constraint, Lisa let out a series of long loud moans that were almost shouts, but still held her knees up towards her chest to allow a better angle. “Oh, fuck, Dee. Hold still! Fuck, that feels so good!” Lisa grabbed Dee’s arm to keep it still while she got used to it, then began to pump herself slowly with it. Kim wrapped her hand around Lisa’s and helped her ease Dee’s arm in and out. The pace soon quickened as Lisa was fully in the throws of this new and extremely pleasurable experience. After a few short minutes she was cumming hard onto Dee’s fist, screaming loudly as her entire lower body contracted around it, with Kim now rubbing her clit. Holding onto to her knees, curled in an upside down fetal position, Lisa lay helplessly shaking as spasms shook her body, nearly sobbing in ecstasy. Dee carefully extracted her hand and rubbed her pussy gently as it recovered. Then she crawled up to give Lisa a kiss hello. “I learned a couple of new tricks at college,” she said, “and I couldn’t wait to get back and show you. Although it seems you two were doing just fine without my help.” Then she sat back up and gave Kim a kiss too. Lisa was slowly gaining her composure and finally spoke. “You would not believe everything I’ve done today, even though I have the feeling you know already.” “I’m not exactly sure” Dee said, “but I might have an idea. Did something happen with coach today?” she smiled. (Comments on the series welcome.)

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2011 I’m sending little darting glances over to where you are, on the other side of the bar – hoping to catch your attention, to attract your interest. And why not? You are just my type: a tall, slender, leggy blonde, with your profile displaying an enticing curve of breasts – they look firm and perky, a nice handful but not too large. Your hair is neatly styled, you are smartly turned out for a night on the town – you have that indefinable chic. You carry yourself really well, with confidence and a kind of unstated command, an oasis of cool serenity in this noisy packed club with its crowd at the bar and the mass of pulsating bodies on the dance floor nearby. You look well-educated and professional: a business executive, perhaps in advertising, or a banker, or maybe a lawyer? All this turns me on so much – and most of all that you look about a dozen years older than me, in your early 30s. I’m always easy meat for a stylish mature woman, and slim blondes most of all – I suppose it goes back to the woman who first seduced me, a tennis coach at summer camp six years ago, when I was just legal at sixteen. She knew what I needed even before I did, and ever since I’ve been exclusively a girl for girls – or, rather, for women, whenever I get the chance. And now I’ve left college and got a job in this city, I can do what I want – and that’s to trawl the lesbian bars and clubs every Saturday night, looking to get off with someone like you, just exactly like you! You caught my eye almost as soon as you came into this members-only lesbian night club; I realise that I’ve noticed you here a few times before, but I never got the chance to trail my coat (well, my pussy) in your path. You are with two other women, perhaps in their late twenties, both quite attractive and smart – but you stand out, to me you shine like a beacon, and all the other femmes in the club are just a grey indistinct background behind you. I’m not worried about the chicks you are with, because I’ve seen them around and I know they are a couple. But I don’t want some other bitch cutting in and hooking you before I do, and hence my increasingly unsubtle signs of interest. C’mon, take a chance, you won’t regret it, I promise you! Look my way, and see what’s on offer – I’m a very pretty girl, everyone has always said so, a cute dark-eyed brunette, quite busty, quite young, in a short tight skirt and black boots – what is there to lose? Try your luck – it’s your lucky night, believe me! I’m standing deliberately by myself, just at the side of the bar, cradling a vodka and lime and nursing it to last. I sense from the corner of my eye that your head has turned a little in my direction, and I swing a little sideways – I’m giving you my profile, so that you can’t miss my best features, my trim jutting ass and my tits, a fully rounded thrusting pair of 30 double-Ds. I slip a sly glance back towards you, half-hidden under my large dark eyelashes – I’m a classic brunette, my hair a rich chestnut brown, slightly curly as it hangs to brush my shoulders. You are looking my way! Yes, definitely, you are – with a slightly amused upturn to your lips, and a glint in your eye. Has the bait so artlessly laid been taken? Hmm ... oh! Yes, I think it has! Still looking in my direction, you murmur something to the woman next to you, the blonde of the couple, and she gives an amused shake of her head and a small laugh, as if to say ‘off you go then, don’t let us hold you back’. But then you turn away, more in the direction of the door, and you disappear into the press of the crowd behind you, and I have a moment to admire the sway of your hips and the svelte curve of your ass, so elegantly showcased in a pair of sheer tight-fitting grey linen trousers. Oh! Oh shit! No, don’t say that you’ve gone, heading off to some better pussy-hunting ground? Surely the hottest, most available babes are right here, right now? I mean, lookit me, for one! I bite my lower lip with a crushing sense of disappointment, and then – for I’m not a girl to go home alone – I give the room another scan, seeking the next best (but very much second-best) prospect. Perhaps that black woman, although at only little more than my own age, she’s younger than I really want – but she does look quite commanding and authoritative. Oh, fuck, she’s with that cute little busty Latina, who looks hardly old enough to get entry here, I don’t believe she’s 18, not for a moment. Hmm ... well, what about that brunette in the far corner? I don’t know, maybe ... aah!! My heart gives a lurch, as you suddenly materialise out of the crowd behind me – you have made a circuit around three sides of the room, I guess checking me out from various angles, and seeing if I really am on my own. In an instant you are right beside me, and your hand gently touches my arm, making me almost jump with the electric shock of excitement which this sends surging through me. Up close, you look even better, if that is possible. You have lovely skin, a smooth flawless complexion, with a light tan that gives a healthy glow and offsets your straw blonde hair and your striking blue eyes. I’m thinking there must be Vikings in your long-ago ancestors, and maybe like them you’d like to seize a local maiden and carry her away in your longship? OK, so nowadays it’s a Mercedes 350SL convertible, but the same principle applies ... I hope! You are three or four inches taller than me, at about five feet ten, and your greater age and experience add even more authority to that. You are wearing smart designer heels in black below your silver-grey slacks, and you must have gone by the cloakroom – I realise now that this was why you started out in the direction of the entrance – because the matching double-breasted jacket of your suit is nowhere in sight, and I am very conscious of the shiny silk fabric of your shirt-style short-sleeve white top. You have left several buttons open ... well, it is hot in here, as the evening builds up and more hormone-radiating babes pack in to this small space ... but this does afford a nice view down your front, and I seem to be well-placed at an angle to do so. I try not to be too obvious in checking this out, spying the top of a lacy black bra and the promising start of your cleavage. I realise that you have said something – which, between the noise of the dance music and the pounding of the blood in my ears, I haven’t registered. Oh, great, here’s my chance to come across as a complete idiot! You smile again, so attractively, your blue eyes surprisingly warm in their regard. Your hand still rests on my forearm, as you repeat: ‘Hallo, I’m glory’. For a moment I stand, rooted to the spot, mouth half-open in surprise – shit, are you putting me on here? You don’t have to tell me, I know you are glorious – deliciously, amazingly, stunningly, pussy-wettingly, earth-shakingly, orgasmically glorious. Then I realise that in the noise I have misheard you, that actually you said that your name is Gloria – oh, girl, someone knew what they were doing at your christening, you sure had a fairy godmother! Somehow I manage to get out a strangled, tongue-tied reply: ‘Hi, umm – yes, err ... I’m Alison.’ ‘Such a pretty name,’ you say softly, running your eyes over my face and body – and I can feel your gaze lingering on the ripe swell of my tits, as you add ‘... for such a pretty babe.’ Oh, yes! It may be an old line, but the old ones work just fine – and when said in your slightly husky tone, and with that sultry look in your eye, I’m falling for it for sure … of course, I probably would even if you recited the railway timetable or the Mets batting averages, but it’s the thought that counts. I’m so thrilled, because now I know for sure that you are interested, that you want me, that we are going to end up fucking like rabbits ... maybe at my apartment, maybe at yours? You smile, nicely but just a little hawkish, a little hungry – and that turns me on, I’m getting wetter by the second, my cunny-juices must be dribbling down to the lacy tops of my hold-up stockings, and a sudden shiver goes down my spine. You take my nearly-empty glass out of my nerveless fingers and set it down on the shiny wooden surface of the bar, just behind my elbow. Then you move your hand to my shoulder, not quite resting there but slightly squeezing, possessively – mmm, I like that. ‘Dance’, you say, and it is not quite a question and not quite an order. My breath and voice have taken a vacation, as I look at you wordlessly, at the pinnacles of your breasts, now visibly pressing against the confines of your smooth cream silk shirt, at your slightly-parted full lips, your lightly flushed-cheeks, and the hot gleam in your eyes. My stomach does a little flip-flop of excited anticipation, my knees go wobbly and for just a second I fear that I won’t be able to take a step with folding up and falling over. I just nod soundlessly and you reach for my hand, your palm warm and surprisingly dry in mine, and you pull me along behind you into the crowd on the dance floor, into the mass of gyrating, thrusting butts and the eye-catching bouncing of breasts. The first few numbers are fast and furious, and it gives each of us the chance to show our moves, to do what dancing has been ever since the days of cavewomen – a mating display, to attract the best fuck available. We synchronise our swaying steps in time to the pounding rhythmic beat, and you easily match me for speed and suppleness despite being at least a decade more than my twenty-two years – it’s not just that you must exercise regularly, and it crosses my mind that maybe at college you were a gymnast, or perhaps a dancer? We touch a little as we dance, our eyes are locked on each other, we are in a little bubble of isolation despite the press of female flesh all around. Many them are damn sexy fuckable bitches, but neither of us pays them any mind, apart from neatly sidestepping if they stray awkwardly into our space. I laugh with the carefree enjoyment of the moment, and of you and of what is still to come. Both our faces are now flushed, partly with the exertion of our dancing, and partly with sexual desire. We smile at each other without any restraint or falseness, and I let you twirl me in the classic rock style – as you are taller, it works easier for you to take the man’s steps, and anyway I want you to be dominant, to take the lead. Perhaps, if we go back to your place – as I hope we will – maybe you have a favourite strap-on you’d like to use on me ... a great big, long, curved, ridged one ... please, oh pretty please, I do so hope that you do! The music changes pace to something slow and sensuous, and your hands go around my waist and pull me towards you. You don’t hesitate for a second as your lips find mine and press them apart, and your tongue slides between, flicking around my gums and exploding my taste buds with the tang of your saliva. Your hands slip lower to cup my butt and press my pelvis hard against yours, and I give a sigh of part-release and part-desire, as my hips open and our bodies entwine. Your right leg is pushed between mine and you press it hard against my pussy, as I grind against the firm muscles of your thigh, my short skirt riding up for several inches. Because you are taller, the crotch of your trousers rubs more against my right hip, at the very top of my leg, and I sense an urgency building beneath the brittle shell of your so-attractive cool and commanding demeanour. Our breasts are pressed together – because of the difference in height, my fuller ones push up just below yours, and the hard points of my intensely-aroused nipples thrust erotically into the soft flesh of the undersides of your smaller, perky breasts. The flimsy fabric between us is almost no barrier at all – the smooth shiny silk of our tops is the thinnest layer over our bras: yours is a light half-cup in black gauze and lace, whilst mine is an open-shelf design, just a band of fabric below the swell of my breasts to support them, giving no coverage of my tits at all. You release your hold on my ass, and your left hand rises to clasp the back of my neck, holding me firmly there so that I cannot break away from our passionate kiss – not that I want to, of course, but your assertiveness thrills me through and through. Your right hand slips round in between us and then slides up under my stretch mini-skirt, seeking my cunt with eager intent. Your eyes widen slightly as your questing fingers find my mound, for there are no panties protecting my swollen moist pudenda from your intrusion – I never wear any when I am out on the prowl, they get in a girl’s way at moments like these. You smile with wolfish appreciation, your nostrils flaring as your fingers deftly explore my fleshy folds. With careful delicacy – for you have no intention of letting me climax so soon – you run your fingertips along my labia, rubbing their rubbery slick surface and then teasing into the valley between them, where the lava of my desire bubbles hot and red. I give a soft appreciative moan, almost inaudible as our deeply probing kiss continues unabated, and with predatory satisfaction you sense the slight tremors running through my body, and accept the signs of my utter surrender to your sexual command. We are pressed so closely together – mouth to mouth, tits to tits, hips to hips – that no one can easily see what you are doing to me under my skirt, out here on the crowded and dimly lit dance floor. A few of the couples close nearby can see my body tremble, know from experience where your missing hand must be, and smile with amusement – one them at least is doing the same thing, for I see a pretty femme’s head jerk backwards suddenly and her mouth opens in a silent O for orgasm, and she shudders in the tight embrace of the big busty black woman who has swept her almost literally off her feet. In fact, it is quite usual for an assertive dyke to stake her claim in this way here on the dance floor, and I’m not the only pretty girly who comes pantyless – and then comes, pantyless – in that sweet expectation. As long as you don’t shriek and don’t stumble into the other couples, no one minds at all. As your finger enters me more forcefully, I begin to give soft gasps of pleasure, pitched low enough so that only you can hear them. I am begging you to take me, to use me, to fuck me any way that you want, and you look straight back at me, with the assurance of years of experience in your calm expression, and you say: ‘I will, oh yes, babe, I surely will!’ Just then, the slow number ends, and in the second of silence that follows, we stand there, still closely pressed together. You withdraw your hand from under my skirt, tugging it decorously back into place from where you had crumpled it up, and you give me the languid smile of a woman who knows that she has just sealed her next sexual conquest. I am so conscious of your body heat and of your smell – so enticing, your elegant perfume (Dior, I think? – you are definitely a classy lady) now mingled with the musky pheromones of sexual arousal. As you hold me close and reclaim your firm grasp of my ass, I let my hands rove over your back and butt, and press my breasts even more sharply into yours. I am gratified by the murmur I hear in the back of your throat, and I know that I am warming your fires just as much as you are stoking mine. After several minutes you break the kiss, no longer quite so much Ms Cool the smart executive, with your breath coming that much faster and shallower. You look me directly in the eye, and say with complete command and assurance: ‘I’m taking you home with me, honey – you’re mine for tonight, and tomorrow too.’ This is Saturday night, and that’s what I was hoping for – I try not to look too eager, but my mouth has dried up somehow, so I only manage a wide-eyed nod of consent. ‘However’, you continue, with a fierce grin and a hot gleam of lust in your eyes, ‘my place is a thirty-minute drive from here, and I can’t wait that long – you hot little bitch, I want you, right here and right now!’ I am thrilled to the core, my knees go weak and my eyes wider still – with an alluring broken little moan, I nod assent a second time. ‘Good!’ you say, sexual hunger making your voice deeper and rougher, ‘babe, you’re coming with me!’ And you seize my hand again, and tow me through the sweaty crowd of lesbian lovers on the dance floor, dextrously threading between the hips and elbows of those couples who are already making out. I know your destination, as we head towards the back of the club, through the swing doors and down the stairs to the basement level – where the toilets are. Before these premises became the present exclusively-lesbian establishment (you have to become a member to enter here, and can only do so if two existing members propose you), it was an ordinary night club, and of course had washrooms for both men and women. The latter have been left unchanged, but there was no need for the former any more, and so they were remodelled as a second ladies’ toilets – you know how there can never be enough of those! The new ones are well-appointed and have longer and wider cubicles than usual, and (as was quite expected by the club management) they are regularly, indeed mainly, used for assignations like this – so much so that the original women’s washroom is known amongst the members as ‘the going room’ and the new one is ‘the coming room’, for the sounds of sex are heard there more often than the flushing of lavatories. This is where you bring me, both of us heady with the strong wine of lust coursing in our veins. We are in luck – it is still quite early in the evening, and several of the twelve stalls are vacant, although there is already that indefinable aroma of female cum-juice in the air, which will get much stronger later, as more and more lesbian couples seek swift satisfaction from each other. You drag me without hesitation into an empty cubicle, and you push me authoritatively against its side. My back thuds against the wood partition to the next cubicle, for a second knocking my breath away, whilst you turn and close the door, running the bolt into place with a firm snick. You turn back to me, place your hands on my shoulders and then run them appraisingly down over my chest, grasping and squeezing my full bust in lustful appreciation of my delightfully curvy youthful body. Then your hands press over my stomach and delve down to grasp the hem of my tight stretch-fabric mini-skirt. With a firm tug you pull it upwards to roll around my waist like a thick soft belt, and I shift my stance, straddling my legs apart, opening myself in silent offering, as you gaze at my naked cunt. I am fully shaven and so totally exposed to you, wet with my juices and with my labial lips swollen and projecting puffily outwards. You take my cunt in the palm of one hand and press hard against it, whilst your other hand – now almost shaking in your lust for me – jerks my top up and over my head, dropping the flimsy garment in a crumpled ball onto the closed lid of the toilet, the rim of which is pressed against my right calf. You savour the sight of my full heavy breasts, and swiftly pull them out of the meagre cover provided by my balcony bra. Your mouth descends like a swooping hawk, and you take my left tit between your lips, eliciting a broken cry from me as your sharp teeth nip around my engorged nipple. All this while, the heel of your hand has been grinding against my soaking pussy, pressing hard against my soft mound and stimulating my swollen and throbbing clitoris. It’s almost too much for me, even though I’m far from a sapphic novice, and my head is spinning from your overwhelming stimulus of my most erogenous spots. ‘Aaahh, you bitch!’ I gasp into your ear, as your head is bowed over whilst you switch to devour my right nipple, sucking it deep into your mouth; ‘oh, you bitch ... God! fuck me, fuck me! ... ah, fuck me, you bitch!’ Your head rises, leaving a trail of wet saliva around my tits, and at once I take the opportunity to grasp your breasts and then swiftly to unbutton your shirt. As soon as I have done so, you strip it off and – with a self-control that I can only envy, you carefully hang it on the clothes-hook on the back of the cubicle door. I admire your trim shoulders and your smaller but well-formed breasts, which are encased in an enticing, lacy and clearly expensive black bra. I reach to expose them, but with a silent shake of your head that clearly indicates ‘not now – later’, you push my hands away to the sides, against the wooden wall, and you sink gracefully to your knees, your face on a level with my jutting naked pussy. ‘Oh, God! Yes, yes ... eat me, you bitch ... eat me! eat me out, eat me now!’ I whimper in a voice that quivers with desire. You waste no time – your fingers pull my labia apart, and your long agile tongue penetrates my pussy like a spear. As it lashes up and down inside my vagina, with its rough edges rasping along my inner walls, your fingers push against my clitoris, sending waves of erogenous excitement coursing through me like breakers on an Atlantic beach, curling over with successive thunder. It is too much for me to contain, and my hips buck and quake as I climax, my eyes tightly closed in the moment of crescendo. Your tongue licks around my pussy, sucking up my leaking cum-juice and savouring my unique taste. I shake my head to clear away my sudden dizziness, and then let out a startled sob as your thumb enters my pussy again, sliding down to its very base hidden deep between my thighs. You press against the lowest end of my opening, sending shivers through me, and then the index finger of the same hand curls round and probes the tender rim of my ass-hole. Entering me there, you press your thumb and forefinger together, squeezing my most sensitive parts together, with an intense effect like an electric jolt. There is a sensation like being in an elevator and then the bottom dropping out, and I come again with redoubled and desperate intensity, my pussy juices squirting like a miniature fountain onto your hand and wrist. My eyes are glazed, and a sheen of sweat coats my face, my chest, my back and my flanks. My shoulder-blades and my ass are stuck to the wooden partition wall behind me, and I am panting for breath as if I had just sprinted a thousand metres. In those brief seconds of pause, we both hear a shuddering moan from the cubicle behind me, as some other female gets fucked to her orgasm. Barely discomposed by your efforts, you rise smoothly to your feet, regarding my breathless and befuddled condition with a mixture of amusement and accomplishment. ‘Third time is best’, you say meaningfully, and my brain catches up with your intention to take me again, just as your index finger finds my cunt-hole and penetrates me, hard and fast for a good four inches. You withdraw it, and then vigorously re-enter me with two fingers, side by side. I give a little plaintive whimper, not of protest but of exhaustion, as you begin a fast finger-fucking, using the thumb of your left hand to rub on my clit whilst the two long fingers of your right hand rasp in and out of my vagina with increasing force. I am clinging to you as a drowning sailor would to the only lifebelt in sight, and I bite my lip and grunt as your abrasion of my swollen clitoris and your penetration of my tender vagina overwhelm me. Your eyes are dancing with merry delight as I melt in your firm grasp, my cunt so wide open and wet that without much difficulty you force a third digit into it with each insertion, and twist your fingers in a cunning motion that takes its sensual toll of my pussy. I gasp as you add a fourth finger to your drilling impalements, opening my gaping gash still wider as your firm hold keeps me in place. You tuck your thumb into the palm of your hand and bunch your fingers together to make a shape like the point of a spear, your arm its long shaft. You ram this into me, meeting some resistance from my vaginal muscles, and I give a little hoarse scream from the indescribable mixture of pain and pleasure which this causes – and another high-pitched gasp as my cunt stretches to accommodate your inexorable thrust. You withdraw your fingers for a couple of inches, letting me get some of my breath back, and then with power and purpose your hand once again pushes up into my pussy. Your long fingers are lubricated with my juices, and both they and your slender wrist are suddenly past the constriction – and sliding deep into my vaginal tube. My eyes almost bug out, and I would scream if I could get only a gulp of air into my lungs – dear God, you are fisting me!! I can’t believe it – I’ve only ever been fisted once before, a couple of years ago, and it was a mind-numbing experience then. This is even more powerful – you have taken possession of me in the most absolute and total way, and I am nothing but your glove-puppet, dancing and cavorting at your will. With a shocked sob, my arms swing wide, the palms of my hands smacking with a dull thud against the partition wall, and my fingernails scrabble hopelessly for purchase on its smooth glossy surface. I dare a glance downwards, and nearly faint at the sight of how far your arm has gone into me – shit! almost half of the distance from your elbow to your wrist has now vanished from sight! ‘AAAH! ... please, wait! Oh, no ... oh, you can’t ... aaaahh, I can’t take it!’ I plead, but my sobs are turning to moans under your pile-driving pressure: ‘Oh!! ... mmm ... you can, can’t you ... oh, you bitch, do me ... go on, do me, do me good – now, fucking do me now! ... aaaAGGHHH!! I can’t believe it, I simply can’t believe it is anatomically possible for so much to go up inside me – you must be almost up to my cervix! Your every motion is magnified a hundred times in effect, the short withdrawals as convulsive as the insertions. My heart is hammering in my chest and my back arches with rising passion, as I make animal barnyard noises from between clenched teeth. You deliver the final thrusting fisting fuck, and my volcanic orgasm leaves me almost fainting and leaning bonelessly against you for support. I pant for breath, my tongue hanging out from parted lips, and moan as your withdrawal of your arm and hand makes me feel like someone has just sucked out all my guts with a vacuum cleaner. You kiss my parted lips, savouring my state of stunned satiation. You smile, and whisper one instruction in my ear: ‘Eat me, babe, eat me now!’ This is accompanied by a firm downwards pressure on my shoulders, and of course I know what you want. Miraculously, my physical and sexual energy returns redoubled at this delightful prospect, for I have been longing to get my tongue into your slit ever since I first laid eyes on you. I drop down to my haunches, my knees spreading apart for balance. My skirt is still rucked up around my waist and, as I squat in front of you, a fresh draft of air wafts under the wooden partition wall and tickles around my pussy. I glance downwards for a second; through the gap of four or five inches between the base of the partition and the tiled floor, I can see that in the cubicle behind you there are two pairs of feet – one those of a black woman wearing smart cream-coloured pumps, the other a pair of red stilettos with leather straps encasing slim white ankles, and I can tell, from the placing of their feet, that the women are grinding their cunts against each other in a pussy-pulverising scissors-fuck. It takes me barely a second to register the sapphic activity next door, and I lift my eyes again to admire your elegant grey linen slacks. Their sheer cut is classically elegant and, seen close up, the fine weave of the fabric is clearly of the highest quality. At first, I run my palms over the outside of your trouser legs, and then across the smooth rise of your pelvis and up and down your inner thighs, working my way ever closer to the triangle where they meet – the fount of desire, the place where X marks the treasure trove of Gloria’s golden glory. This subtle stimulation is all the more erotic because I have not yet removed any more of your clothing, and it is having the desired effect upon you, teasing your libido and setting your nerve-ends tingling. Now I become firmer in my caresses, and I rub my hand hard upwards against the crotch of your slacks, pressing the seam against you and creating an involuntary cameltoe effect. You give a throaty sigh, and look down. Here you enjoy a splendid sight from directly above my head – my full breasts stick out conically, as I lean closer to you and rub my nipples along the thin fabric that covers your upper thighs. This has a powerful effect on both of us. Your voice has a shaky note for the first time, as you rasp with sudden urgency: ‘Get my cunt out, you slut! Get my pussy and eat me, you slutty bitch, EAT ME NOW!!’ Spurred on by your command, I change pace altogether and move into rapid action. I swiftly seize the zipper at the side of your trousers, and with a sharp downwards jerk I open its six-inch length. Then it is only the work of a second to undo the two buttons at the waist-band, and pull your slacks down to your ankles. I pause for just a second, transfixed by the proximity of my face to the crotch of your panties – which, as I might have expected, are both stylish and sensual. Your pussy is just barely covered by a black thong of gauze and delicate floral lace which matches your bra, and it has my favourite feature: shoestring sides that have to be tied together in a little bow. And that means ... yes, I think ... ahh, yes! I loop my index fingers through the hoops of the neat little bow-ties and tug outwards, quickly and firmly. Of course, both ties come undone simultaneously, and the front of your panties flops down like a drawbridge under siege, exposing the gateway to the citadel of your cunt. With a half-grunt, you open your legs a little so that I can remove the whole garment, and – as it is obviously an expensive example of the lingerie designer’s art – I put it carefully on the toilet lid. I gaze admiringly at your lightly-tanned thighs, at the curving jut of your mound, at the prominent puffy projections of your labia, at the widening slit of your vagina, and I drink in the heady perfume emanating from your arousal. You are, of course, impeccably clean-shaven, and the skin around your pussy has a healthy and even bronze sheen – not for you the ugly contrast of pale and pasty skin outlined by some cheap crude beachwear, like a plastic porno star. You exude class and elegance, from the perfect neatness of your coiffure, where there is still not a strand of hair out of place, and your tasteful clothes and lingerie, to your well-toned muscles and smooth flawless complexion. No one has ever more deserved their name, and I am thankful to kneel in awe before Gloria, and worship at the font of your vagina – if my devotions are sincere enough, perhaps you will accept me into my new faith, and baptise me with your love-juice? I press my pursed lips against your parting pussy lips, and I probe the slash between them with the tip of my tongue, in little darting licks and dabs. Then I bring my teeth to bear upon your bare skin, running them up and down each of your protruding outer labia, giving little nipping nibbles as I do so. I know I am having an effect upon you, for your breathing becomes more audible and your hands tighten their grip upon my shoulders, your nails digging into me. Now my tongue thrusts in further and deeper, retreating to lap in wide strokes up and down your pussy and then delving again into the vortex of your vaginal hole. I bring my fingers up to supplement my oral attentions, and with one hand I tease apart the top of your slit, seeking and squeezing the nub of your clitoris – my reward is a moan and a shiver that runs through your frame. My other hand seeks the other end of your gash, and with two fingers I stretch it apart, allowing me to squirrel my tongue even further into you. I clamp onto your slippery vagina like a limpet, and I suck up your juices, pulling your pink inner flesh against my teeth and then abrading it with them, before thrusting my tongue inwards to penetrate you again. Now I can feel you starting to tremble, and your breath becomes louder and sharper, in erratic pants and gasps. Your hands release my shoulders, and from the corner of my eye, I see you grasp the cups of your bra and tug them downwards. Your shapely pert breasts spill out of the flimsy garment, and you seize your nipples, one in each hand, and maul them. I redouble my efforts, corkscrewing my tongue into your hole, squeezing your swollen clit between my thumb and finger, and probing your gaping slit with my other hand. My every sense is engaged: I can feel your thighs quivering, I can smell the wafts of arousal from your pussy-glands, I can taste the flowing stream of your pussy-water, I can see the sheen of glistening sweat that beads your golden body, I can hear your rising gasps and broken words, and so I know that you are on the cusp of coming. It is time for the coup de grace, which I know is ten times more effective if you have the patience to wait for the right moment, and like a Californian surfer take the monster breaker as it crests and ride it to crash upon the shore in a welter of foam and spray. You are ... almost, almost ... ready ... YES!! Without warning, I do three things at once which fuse into a sexual A-bomb. My fingers holding your clitoris squeeze it tightly, my teeth nip sharply at the soft inner flesh of your vaginal wall, and – the detonator to the blast – my other hand leaves your slit, and instead I jab my thumb upwards into your anal hole, entering you for its full length and then rotating around inside your anus. Your head jerks backwards, slamming with a wincing bang against the partition wall behind you – but it is only thin chipboard, so it will not have hurt you. Your hands release your nipples, and instead you grab the back of my head and grind my face hard against your cunt, arching your hips wide apart and forcing me further and deeper into you. You give a loud inarticulate cry, your ass-cheeks clench and quiver, and you come in a climax of breath-taking, earth-shaking, dizzy-making intensity. As your iron grip on my head relaxes slightly in the aftermath, allowing me to get a gasp of breath, your vagina squirts a spray of your juices across my face, and I open my mouth wide to lap it up. The high-priestess has indeed blessed and baptised me, and I am now admitted as a communicant in the worship of Glory. I am content indeed, for now I will eat of the flesh of your pussy and drink the golden wine of your cum-juice, whenever you open your temple doors. You recover your breath, but still lean for support against the wooden wall. In the sudden silence, we hear from the cubicle behind you a series of rising harsh cries: ‘Oh, fuck, yes! Oh, yes, yes – aah, oh fuck me! Aaah, fuckme, fuckme! Aaaahhh, FUCKME, FUCKMENOW!!’ The wall vibrates against your back, as the older black woman that I saw earlier on the dance floor and the pretty baby-faced busty Latina come together, hot pussy mashing against pussy in fierce eager urgency. You look down at me and smile – oh, what a lovely smile you have! it is warm, and yet with still a tinge of vulpine desire! – and we both laugh. You put a finger under my chin and gently raise me to my feet, and then your arms wrap around me and pull me into a tight embrace, and I feel again the wonderful sensation of my erect tits pressing against your smaller firm globes. You kiss me, in slow languorous pleasure, both of us content in the security that comes after the first furious sexual lust has been satisfied, after the commitment has been made to share our bodies utterly, and in the knowledge that the night is young and there are many hours of lesbian passion still to be enjoyed. Then you whisper, a husky tone in your throat: ‘Well, babe, I think I can hold off for just about long enough to drive you back to my place – but, honey, get your strength back, because once we’re there, I’m gonna want you – again, and again, and again!’ Oh, Gloria, thank you, thank you – sweep me up in your chariot of fire, and take me to heaven, to your glorious heaven! If you enjoyed this, check out my other stories ... you might like them too ... (to find them, follow the author link at the top of this story)

From the corner of my eye I saw her eyes upon me like daggers. Was I flirting with her boyfriend? Maybe unintentionally but I couldn't help it, he was so likeable. What she didn't know was that I was secretlystaring at her. Would I approach her? Not in a million years. She was too pretty, I didn't stand a chance and hey, she had a boyfriend, there was no way she could be interested in girls, especially chunky, weird girls. To my guessing, this girl was about 5'4" with longer, blondish hair. She has a gorgeous face, bigger breasts for her size, slim waist, and a curvy ass. Her legs were kind of on the shorter side and her feet were pretty with little pink toenails to accentuate them. She wore a lowcut Hollister shirt that showed off how amazing her chest was. Her skinny jeans hugged her in all the right places and would make any young teenage boy melt in his pants and any middle age man run home. She was too good for me. She was too good and I know it. She wouldn't want me, hell I wouldn't want me. I'm 5'10" with brown hair pulled under my Burgerman's hat. I'm chunky qnd the only good thing about that is that it makes my ass more full. My legs are long but in this uniform, you can hardly tell. I look like a dork. I've been told I'm pretty but that's outside of this uniform. This uniform is big and bulky. I doubt anyone "notices" me in it. Even though this uniform was big and unshapely, her boyfriend seemed to be flirting with me. He was flirting and that was the closest I could get to her. "Would you like anything else, sir?" I asked as usual. "Maybe a shot of you," he replied and my heart stopped. Did he really just hit on me? The daggers in her eyes were not only stabbing, but slicing and twisting through my eyes and face. She was not a happy camper. "Oh...umm...well..." I was speechless. "Well...you can call me later so I can make sure I can get that to go." He winked at me a slid a small piece of paper across the counter. He then turned around, smiled at his gorgeous girlfriend and walked out with her. I kind of shot her a smirk and she smirked a snotty smirk back. I shoved the paper in my pocket before looking at it and hurried back to work. As I worked the rest of the day, she was all I could think about. Her snotty smirk told me I definitely had no chance but I didn't care, I loved a challenge. I got off work fairly early that evening, around five or so. I drove home the same way as I always do but I noticed something. There was a hot little blonde about a mile from where I lived. She reminded me an awful lot of the girl I had seen earlier with her boyfriend. Could it be her? I squinted but saw it was not the girl from earlier. This girl was a little taller and her hair was a tad shorter and more wavy. I pulled into my driveway and shut off my car. Digging for my house keys, I felt something in my pocket. I pulled it out, it was the piece of paper. I stopped and read it. "Doesn't she look cute when she's pissed? Talk to her, she likes girls too. 555-3278, Mandi" How did he know? I thought I could hide that I liked girls pretty well. I don't know how, but he saw right through me. I contemplated texting her or not. She was out of my league, there's no way I could land a girl like her. I picked up my phone and typed her number into it. I sent her a little message introducing myself. 'Hi, I'm Chelsea from Burgerman's today. I couldn't help to notice you burning holes through my soul when your boyfriend was ordering. He gave me your number. Just thought I'd say hello.' About twelve minutes later, my phone went off. 'Hey, this is Mandi. I'm sorry about earlier, he just pisses me off sometimes. It's not like I expect too much, I just want someone to be mine and all mine.' 'I know what you mean,' I wrote back, 'guys just don't get it. Hey, would you like to go grab some lunch sometime?' I didn't expect her to really answer back but my phone went off right away. 'That sounds good to me, how about Saturday? We could meet at this new place they just opened down the road from your work, I think it's called Francisco's.' She actually wanted to meet this Saturday. I was so shocked but I had to keep telling myself it was just a meet, not a date. 'That sounds wonderful, when do you want to go?' 'How about seven, I know you said lunch but I'm more of a dinner girl.' 'Seven works for me, see you then.' Was this really happening to me? I did a small jig and then proceeded to do my normal after work ritual. Come home, take a shower, put on something comfy, hop in bed, surf the internet. Everyday after work it was the same thing, but tonight I couldn't stop thinking about Mandi as I lie in my bed. As I though of her long blonde hair and big tits, I couldn't help but notice my hand wandering under my sheets. Thinking about her legs I found my right hand to be playing with my nipple and my left circling my stomach. It was her ass that got me the most excited. As I thought of how it would feel, I found my right hand already on my clit, rubbing it in small circles. I wanted Mandi. I wanted her bad. I rubbed faster and harder, each with a more intense thought of her. I wanted to feel her, taste her, caress her, please her. I wanted her to be mine. As I though of what it would be like if she sat on my face, the most intese orgasm raged through my body, causing me to actually jerk around. I was in heaven and fell alseep in the ecstasy I, and Mandi, had just caused. When I woke up, it was the next day, Friday. Only one more day until I went on my "date" with Mandi. I didn't have to work Friday so I just sat around thinking of what I could wear and what I should say. I decided i'd wear my pink dress that stated "I'm pretty and I'm trying but not too hard." After picking out my attire for the next day, I decided to go back to sleep. I slept for most of the day until my phone went off. 'Hey, I'm super excited for tomorrow. *kisses*' Did Mandi really just send kisses? I smiled and shut my eyes again. I had a dream that I walked into Francisco's and Mandi was sitting by herself. I walked up to her table and sat across from her. She told me how pretty I was and we flirted back and forth. She told me how she heard the food wasn't that great and we should just ditch and go back to her place. I hopped in her car and we held hands as she drove home. She parked outside of a nice two-story suburban home and we walked up the sidewalk to the front door. "No one's home, we can do whatever we want." She winked at me and led me into the house. We walked down a long hallway to a door at the end. She opened it and we went inside. Mandi told me to sit on the bed and that she had no other furniture. She sat down next to me. Mandi and I made small chat before she leaned over to kiss me. We shared a deep, passionate kiss and my hands travelled all over her. I took her top off to reveal the best pair of tits I had ever seen. They begged to be sucked and I didn't deprive them of it. I took her right nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it and sucking like a baby. She moaned and I noticed how wet I was. She took her hand and ran it across my back and shoulders as I switched nipples. I slid my hand into her pants and wiggled them off her. I then felt how wet she was through her panties and... "CHELSEA? ARE YOU HOME?" I woke up instantly. My mom had come home. "Yeah!" I shouted but heard to reply. I couldn't believe my dream, I had never had a sexual dream before, but damn was this one good. I wish I wasn't waken up for nothing. I tried to go back to sleep to finish the dream, but I couldn't. My mind was wandering too much. I walked out of my room and down the stairs. I really couldn't tell where my mom was, I didn't really care. I made myself a sandwich amd went back to my room. I checked my phone. I had an unread message. 'Sorry, I can't make it tomorrow, I forgot I'm going out of town. Hope I can make it up to you later. *kisses*' She bailed. Even if she said she had prior arrangements, she bailed. I knew I couldn't get a girl like her. Well I could, but only in my dreams. I didn't reply. I was over it. I hopped in the shower to wash away how dirty I felt for believing a pretty, sexy girl could like me. I washed and washed but still felt dirty. What if I saw her at work again? How embarassed would I be?

As my eyes slowly opened, the smell of blood filled the air. I didn't remember how I got here or where I was but I wanted to leave. I realized I was surrounded by tree's and I could hear a steady stream nearby. I struggled against the ropes that bound my hands above my head but they didn't budge. Some other girls were beside me but they appeared to out cold. My arms and legs were hurting as they started to go numb. The sun was getting lower behind the tree's as I heard a wolf howl close to me. I looked around to see were it was but the only thing I saw were limbs. A large creature stepped out from behind the tree's. In the back of my head I knew that I should be terrified by him, but it was like the animal had me under his control as he gracefully glided toward me. I saw that he had large scares across his face and along his body. He stood on two legs as he neared me and howled out as more creatures came forward. I heared a scream from beside me as I relized that the others were wide awake and terrified. The creatures began to turn into something more human like. "Its been a long time since I last saw you Revy. What the hell do you think your doing out here on such a dark and cold night?" said the largest creature. A chill run down my back as the creature turned to full human form and their before me was Trey. "I never thought that I would have the pleasure of seeing you again." He run his hands down my face and let his sharp nails scratch their way down to my stomache. "You don't look all that happy to see us." The other creatures started to laugh. "I....let me go!" I pulled hard against the ropes but I had no luck. Trey hit me hard. "I don't think i'll be doing that," he spoke with a hate-filled tone "your way to valuble to me for that. As you probably already no that last attack on the werewolf world was with gas filled bombs. The gas did nothing till about a month ago. All of our females started getting sick and they all died. We came to earth to gather more females to breed with and we chose all of your group." I felt my heart stop as he spoke those words. Trey cut the ropes and we all fell to the ground. The other male creatures began to fight over who they wanted as Trey grabbed me for himself. They lead us all down a small valley and down the river banks to a small cave. A faint purple glow cam from the cave. Tyson, one of the other creatures, spoke "This is the way back our world. When we get their you are to stay behind Trey. Don't look or talk to anybody or you might get killed." We entered the cave one at a time. When we came out the sky was dark. Smoke filled th air. Eye's from everywhere turned and watched. Growls escaped their mouths. Trey lead us up to a castle. It was very dark with several tree's in the front. "Here's your room's. Their not fancy or anything but it's all any of you need. Revy come with me." I followed Trey down a long hallway and we stopped infront of a large door. He pushed it open and I let out a little gasp when I saw all the weapons and armor. He pushed me down on the bed and started to kiss me. I pushed him away but he grabbed my arm and hit me across my face. I started to get tears in my eyes as I spoke to him in "Please...please Trey don't do this to me." Blood started to run down my arm as he sank is claws in deeper. "And why not?" he growled at me. "I will mate with you rather you want it or not." I begain to cry harder as he rubbed my neck. "Just do it and get it over with." I knew that their was no way I could fight him and I would be the only one hurt. He began to smile and rub against my body. This body was warm against me and I could feel him breathing on me. He pushed me down on my back. He started to kiss me along my jaw line and on my lips. I put my arms around him and pulled him close to me. He saw suprised but not for long. His hand found it's way to my shirt as he started to undo the buttons. My shirt fell to the floor. I lifted his shirt over his head as he undone my pants and his soon followed. His cock was still the same as it use to be. I took the tip of it into my mouth and stared to move my tounge in circles. He started to grow harder. My body wanted him in me and he new it. He moved over me and slowly but it cock deep in me. He worked slowly first but as he thrust he became more wolf like. His cock grew from 13 in to 16 in. I was in so much pain I couldn't speak. Soon he was moving so fast I couldn't keep up with him. I began to whisper out his name. He released his seed deep into me. I fell limp in his arms as he pulled out. I was covered in sweat. He help me against him as he turned back to human form. We were both breathing heavily. He spoke to me heavily "Did I hurt you?" I could barely speak "A little bit but i'll be ok." He looked deep in my eyes. He looked kinder then what he use to be. "I love you Trey and I always have." He smiled at me. "Sleep now my little Revy. Your transformation will began soon." I feel asleep on those words.

Steffi Lange swep into her office with a grim look on her face, and her executive assistant, Shelly Engel, rolled her eyes and thought to herself, ‘Oh shit, it’s gonna be one of those days!!!” Pouring a fresh cup of coffee, she knocked on Steffi’s door and entered he boss’s office. “Here’s your coffee and the Journal, she said, placing them on the desk in front of the blond executive. “Men are such pigs,” spat Steffi! “What happened,” asked Shelly, as she took a chair across from the large desk in front of her boss? “When I was walking from the train I think every man on the street must have looked at my chest! It just makes me sick,” said an irate Steffi!!! Now Steffi Lange was a very good looking woman with mane of blond hair and long slim legs, she is just naturally going to command attention from the opposite sex. What really makes them sit up and take notice, however, is her more than ample chest. An easy 38D, she is every man’s wet dream! Her unusually large nipples seem to be constantly erect, and it seems that now matter how heavy a bra or blouse, they poke through the fabric and seem to say to the world, “Here I am, look at me!” And that, is exactly what happens! This morning for example, at least twice one man poked another in the ribs just to point out her obvious assets! In the winter at least she could cover up with a heavy coat, but in this heat, even a light jacket felt oppressive. Shelly got up from her chair and walked around behind Steffi’s chair and slid her hands down and cupped over stuffed chest that was still heaving from the tirade! “Let me help you relax, boss,” offered Shelly! As many times as she had held them, Shelly was still mesmerized by the heft and firmness of such a large bust. Under her expert hand, the already hard nipples strained even harder to poke through the thin cloth. Steffi leaned back and was noticeably quieter as she the magic fingers massaged her heavy tits. “More,” Shelly asked? A nod from Steffi and Shelly unbuttoned the silk blouse and reached inside to feel the sheer bra that was being asked to do a lot of work holding all that tit flesh in place! Steffi was now squirming in her chair, opening and closing her legs, trying to put pressure on her now wet pussy. Continuing to work on her tits, Shelly could feel her own vagina beginning to secrete fluid, and both women were now feeling the familiar ache deep inside their cunts. Not able to ignore her pussy any longer, Steffi reached into her bottom desk drawer and pulled out a large black strap on dildo and handed it back to Shelly, and both women stopped what they were doing and quickly stripped off all their clothing. Shelly loved seeing Steffi naked! Besides her big boobs, the rest of her was perfect too! From her long slim legs to the perfect blond vee of pubic hair that covered a very puffy pair of pussy lips, Steffi had a stunning body to say the least! Having gotten out of her own clothes, Shelly stepped into the harness and adjusted the straps on the big rubber cock. “Hurry Shel, I’m on fire,” implored a very hot Steffi!!! When it was fitted into place, the big black cock stuck out obscenely from Shelly’s crotch. “Top or bottom,” Shelly asked Steffi? “I want to ride it,” a now panting Steffi said! Shelly lay down on top of the desk leaving “her” fuck pole sticking straight up in the air! Steffi dexterously mounted her secretary and lowered her gaping slit onto the knob of the latex monster. Slowly she ground her twat down until all nine thick inches had disappeared into her slot! Groaning as each inch slid in, she lifted one of her nipples to her lips and sucked on it greedily! Seeing her boss flaunt her body in this fashion made Shelly cup her own tits and twist her hard little nipples! Steffi now was working her pussy up and down the massive member, her orgasm flooding through her cunt as it contracted around the thick ebony colored pole. After resting for a moment to get her breath, Steffi realized that Shelly still hadn’t gotten off. “Let me help you lover,” she said, as she hopped off the desk. Removing the strapon exposed Shelly’s crack for Steffi’s waiting mouth, and Steffi loved eating Shelly’s pussy! It always tasted so sweet, but what really turned her on was Shelly’s clit! It was much bigger than her own little nub, and stuck out from the mass of brown pussy fur! Finding her little “friend” already erect, Steffi at first flicked her tongue over it’s little head, and then sucked it between her lips and teeth. Shelly always loved to get it nibbled on, and this was no exception! After only several minutes of nipping and licking, the little slut was filling her mouth with hot cunt juice! Her orgasm seemed to last forever!!! Steffi was a little jealous of Shelly that way, because her own cums were hard but much quicker than Shelly’s, who just seemed to ride an endless wave of climaxes! “What a way to start the morning,” said a fully sated Shelly! Looking at the clock, Steffi said, “Look at the time, we gotta get to work!!!” After they dressed, Shelly kissed Steffi on the cheek and said, “I just hope those dirty old men keep looking at your tits!” Steffi just laughed and said, “Off to work!”

I wanted cock and I wanted it now. My husband had died and try as i might I could not live without cock but I didn't want the complication of a relationship - I just wanted cock!!!! I signed onto an adult web site and changed my profile. "I want to fuck a hard cock now - I will be at the park at the corner of Smith and Jones Street at 10.00 pm wearing a black leather coat - I will fuck anyone who turns up and says, "Hey Kitty " - no condoms - I want cum everywhere." I made sure my pussy was shaved and pulled on my stay up stockings and put on my fuck me boots - my leather knee length jacket completed the outfit and I walked to the park. I was 5'9, 38 with long blonde hair and DD cup breasts. I sat on the swing and thought about going home - this was stupid and dangerous - what the hell was I thinking. Then I heard it, "Hey Kitty" I bent over the swing and pulled up my jacket to reveal my naked body. I was so turned on. I had always fantasised about being fucked by strangers and now it was happeining. "Fuck Kitty baby " I pleaded and was rewarded by a hand caresssing my cunt to see if I was wet. "Hey babe I'm ready just fuck me" and the next thing I felt was a cock sliding into my cunt. "Fuck me hard baby - Kitty likes it hard." I felt the cock fucking me like a jackhammer until it stiffened and I felt cum pouring out of me as the guy came so much my pussy overflowed. "Thanks Kitty " my lover said as I heard him zip up and move away. How depraved was I. I had just been fucked by a stranger I hadn't even seen. I was still lying over the swing , naked butt in the air when I felt hands on my hips and a cock forcing its way into my cum filled cunt. "Hey this is my lucky day - Bobby gets to fuck tonight boys - look what the fairies left" I heard lots of laughter and realised I had been joined by a gang of youths, one of whom was fucking me and I was powerless to complain. I felt myself responding to this fucking and let my jacket fall off me so my naked breasts swung over the swing while I was being fucked soundly from behind. A naked cock appeared in front of me and a hand grabbed my head to steady it while the cock was forced into my mouth. I sucked hard and fucked harder - I could feel myself starting to cum . This was better than I imagined and as I came both cocks exploded so I was swallowing cum while my pussy was filled further. Two more cocks took the first pair's place and I was moaning in exstacy. By the time the gang left I had lost count of the amount of cocks my cunt had accomodated or how much cum I had swallowed. I loved it and definitley planned to make a habit of being gangbanged - maybe a workplace next time. I worked in a private girls school - not many cocks there but I would see how many I could fuck of those men on staff and try to do it so I knew who they were but they didn't know I was the cunt they were fucking. I thought about going home when I heard a group of voices, "Hello Kitty" and I knew I was going to be fucked by many more cocks tonight. The next man carried me to a bench and laid me down and then fucked me in missionary position. He came and another took his place. "Hey Kitty you are a bit sloppy - i want your ass" and with that he slid out of my sloppy cum filled cunt and straight into my unused ass. My ass was soon as full as my cunt. As more men arrived to fuck me - the sloppier my holes were and the less satisfaction they got. My mouth was finishing them off as were my hands and some even finished themselves off shooting their loads into my mouth or on my tits. What a night - I guess the website was popular!!! I woke still on the bench - naked with cum pouring from my cunt and ass and coating my face and body. Two police officers were standing over me. I wondered if fucking any man who turned up was a crime or if they thought I had been raped. They were both smiling at me which I found odd until one said, "Hey Kitty "and I felt his night stick slide into my ass as he unzipped his trousers and masturbated over my face as his partner slid his cock into my mouth and fucked my face hard until both came, coating my face with more cum. The cop ripped the night stick from my ass and shoved it into my cunt fucking me hard and fast with his black friend. I was so turned on by my depravity and could only imagine how it looked to have a cop fucking a naked woman with his night stick as dawn broke. . "You got more company Kitty but I think you should go home - we know a group of 14 year olds fucked you last night and that is statutory rape. We won't arrest you as long as you visit the station every Friday at 10pm understand? Oh and in case you want to do this again choose a more discreet place - this park is under constant surveilance - we have the film if you want to watch." I knew I would be fucked by police and anyone they cared to share me with every Friday night. Finally I would not have to go out and look for sex at least one night a week - so that just left the other six. I found my jacket but on looking at the group of men waiting for me to fulfill my promise I decided not to go home and instead walked seductively to the men's room at the end of the park. "Come to Kitty boys" I yelled and when the first man entered the mens' room I was on all fours, cum dripping from my body, waiting for his cock to fuck me wherever he wanted. By daylight I was lying in a pool of cum and I had no feeling left in my cunt or ass. My hair was stiff with drying cum and my body coated with white powder. When I got home I went to the computer and once again changed my profile. "Thanks guys - same time Saturday night - feel free to bring a friend or two - for anyone who wants to pay my airfairs I can repeat the offer anywhere - any offers????"

Just a normal day in the life of Jenny the teenage robot in their home town in Tremerton Tucker, Brad, and Jenny hanging around the mall and like always some monster is trying to destroy the town. The monster was a surprise to jenny it was an alien rhino green with black and purple stripes and ridding it was the suit that turn her into a form of a human but it was different this time it was on the horn of the rhino controlling it like it did to her a couple of times in the past and now it was heading straight towards her. Jenny said to Tucker and Brad”guys run now it’s too dangerous here”. They replied back in unison “ok whatever you say” and ran like cowards behind a car. During the fight between the suit and Jenny the suit jumped off of rhino and onto jenny and sprayed a pink power onto her. In no less that 2 seconds jenny ripped off the suit. The suit slithered out of her mouth “you will need me soon more than you know it” with that the suit was taken to her mother to be disconnected. The next day she woke up the next day felling a little different and she didn’t know how but something was different and she knew it. She was on her way to school with her friend Brad and she started to do something weird she took Brad and went to the most hidden place she knew no one would find them. Brad started worrying saying “what’s up Jenny?” Jenny said “shut the fuck up Brad” she said as pulling down his pants showing his 4 inch dick soft but seeing jenny take of her breast plate showing her metallic tits showing her blue nipples and made him hard to over 9 inches. Jenny saying “wow you’re so big” eyeing her new prize she started putting her hand on it and rubbing it faster and faster giving the best hand job he ever had. Brad now in ecstasy saying “yes yes come on faster yes come on Jenny make me cum” Jenny saying “you seem to enjoy this Brad you want me to start sucking your big ass cock” Jenny said sexually. Brad replied “hell yes you dirty little slut suck my cockkkkkkkkkkkkk” before he could finish the sentence she started licking his dick then she started going lower and licking his balls then stuffing them into her mouth and swirling them around with her tongue sending waves of pleasure to his body then she took his balls out of his mouth started putting 3 inches of his dick down her throat moving he head at fast and faster speeds licking biting swirling it around with her tongue which now she was deep throating all of it and gagging on its massive size loving every minute of it with all this pleasure Brad was struggling to say “I’m about to cum Jenney” that making Jenny say “yes Brad shot your hot sticky seed all over my face and mouth do it!” brad closing his eyes shooting 6 loads of his cum on Jenny’s over her and it hitting her eye’s and her forehead after that she fainted. Six-teen minutes she woke up wondering what happened to her and said to Brad”what happened to me? And why are you naked?” Brad said “well ah you don’t remember what ah happened” which caused him to think ‘maybe it was the powder from that suit that jenny fought yesterday with that alien rhino’ “ok well lets go home” Brad said with a small grin on his face while they flew home to Tremerton. teenage robot in their home town in Tremerton Tucker, Brad, and Jenny hanging around the mall and like always some monster is trying to destroy the town. The monster was a surprise to jenny it was an alien rhino green with black and purple stripes and ridding it was the suit that turn her into a form of a human but it was different this time it was on the horn of the rhino controlling it like it did to her a couple of times in the past and now it was heading straight towards her. Jenny said to Tucker and Brad”guys run now it’s too dangerous here”. They replied back in unison “ok whatever you say” and ran like cowards behind a car. During the fight between the suit and Jenny the suit jumped off of rhino and onto jenny and sprayed a pink power onto her. In no less that 2 seconds jenny ripped off the suit. The suit slithered out of her mouth “you will need me soon more than you know it” with that the suit was taken to her mother to be disconnected. The next day she woke up the next day felling a little different and she didn’t know how but something was different and she knew it. She was on her way to school with her friend Brad and she started to do something weird she took Brad and went to the most hidden place she knew no one would find them. Brad started worrying saying “what’s up Jenny?” Jenny said “shut the fuck up Brad” she said as pulling down his pants showing his 4 inch dick soft but seeing jenny take of her breast plate showing her metallic tits showing her blue nipples and made him hard to over 9 inches. Jenny saying “wow you’re so big” eyeing her new prize she started putting her hand on it and rubbing it faster and faster giving the best hand job he ever had. Brad now in ecstasy saying “yes yes come on faster yes come on Jenny make me cum” Jenny saying “you seem to enjoy this Brad you want me to start sucking your big ass cock” Jenny said sexually. Brad replied “hell yes you dirty little slut suck my cockkkkkkkkkkkkk” before he could finish the sentence she started licking his dick then she started going lower and licking his balls then stuffing them into her mouth and swirling them around with her tongue sending waves of pleasure to his body then she took his balls out of his mouth started putting 3 inches of his dick down her throat moving he head at fast and faster speeds licking biting swirling it around with her tongue which now she was deep throating all of it and gagging on its massive size loving every minute of it with all this pleasure Brad was struggling to say “I’m about to cum Jenney” that making Jenny say “yes Brad shot your hot sticky seed all over my face and mouth do it!” brad closing his eyes shooting 6 loads of his cum on Jenny’s over her and it hitting her eye’s and her forehead after that she fainted. Six-teen minutes she woke up wondering what happened to her and said to Brad”what happened to me? And why are you naked?” Brad said “well ah you don’t remember what ah happened” which caused him to think ‘maybe it was the powder from that suit that jenny fought yesterday with that alien rhino’ “ok well lets go home” Brad said with a small grin on his face while they flew home to Tremerton.

Characters: Michael – Compound Owner, 46. Edward –Potential Slave, 12. Jessie – Edwards Brother, 7. James – Slave to Jessie, 9. Lessons Chapter Two – Stay within the Confines. Edward and Jessie sat at the kitchen table, having survived, relatively unscathed from their first ordeal with Michael, Edward was still running over the events of the day, aghast at the fact that he had kicked that boy, even if he hadn’t put his entire effort into it, he had still caused harm, something he was glad his little brother didn’t have to witness. Michael entered the room; he beckoned Edward with an imperious waggle of his finger. In his hand he held a simple, almost see through piece of cloth, it had a hole in the centre. “Take off those clothes” Michael said bluntly. Edward looked around at his surroundings, dozens of boys littered the area, men were using some of them, a few girls here and there cleaning, fixing things, stripping nude in front of them was not high on his ‘to do’ list. Never-the-less, Edward lifted his shirt from his body, exposing a lithe muscular form that was beginning to burgeon. Slight traces of a six pack on his stomach sent all kinds of nerve clusters in Michael’s brain a blaze. Edward reached down and pulled off his shoes, followed by his socks, he reached his thumbs into the elastic waist band of his shorts, and began to pull them off, but Michael stopped him, he gently put his hand on Edwards shoulder, Jessie watched from the kitchen, mesmerised by the events. Michael knelt down in front of Edward; he grasped the hem line of the boys shorts, and in one quick jerk, pulled them down to his ankles, letting them fall to the floor. Edward stood there in his underwear, a slight tent pole forming in the front of his jocks. Michael lifted one of Edwards’s legs’ and assisted the boy in stepping out of his pants. The twelve year old stood there, all but exposed to the world. Gently, Michael slipped is index fingers into the elastic band of the boys small underwear, and pulled them down, enough to see a small coating of peach fuzz on the top of the boys gorgeous package. “Marvellous” Michael muttered, amazed by what he saw. The milky white texture of the boys’ skin, plus his white blond hair, added to the aroma of sexually charged energy in the room. Most eyes were currently on Edward and Michael, Jessie included. Michael helped Edward step out of his underwear, Edward held onto Michael’s shoulders for this one, simply to keep his balance, despite his disgust, he was awfully turned on, his erect penis stood four inches straight up, his balls had dropped, only a little, but enough to tell Michael that puberty defiantly had hold on this boy. Michael grasped the boy’s small shaft, peeled back the foreskin to reveal the mushroom head, Edward took a sudden intake of breath, and Michael sucked the sweet morsel into his mouth, savouring the sweet taste of virginity. Unused to being sucked, Edward’s breathing became erratic, he grasped onto Michael’s shoulders hard, Jessie still watching wide- eyed , the boy’s natural sexual drive kicked in, and soon enough he was wildly face fucking the man, the boy’s balls slapping against Michael’s chin, he drove his cock into the man’s mouth full hilt. Michael felt his body tense, his back arch, then sudden release, it wasn’t much but for Edward it sent him into overdrive, he sent four more thrusts into Michaels mouth, before collapsing on the carpet, breathing hard legs closed tight. Michael left the boy lying there for a few minutes. He walked over to Jessie. “Are you tired boy?” He asked politely. “Yes sir” Jessie replied, not looking at Michael, hoping to avoid the same fate his brother just endured in front of him. “Do not fret boy, i made your brother a promise, and I intend to keep it,” Stated Michael, “As long as your brother keeps his word, i will too” Relieved, Jessie didn’t bother to stifle the yawn. Michael motioned to one of the closest slave boys, a handsome nine year old. “Take him to the guest room, prepare for him anything he asks for, or desires” Michael said, then added, “From now on, you are his personal slave, you will tend to his every need, are we clear?” “Yes Master Michael” The boy said quietly, looking at the man’s feet as was proper. No white collar slave was allowed to look into the man’s eyes. The slave walked over to Jessie, looked at him jealously, then gently grasped his arm, his other hand on the boys shoulder, he escorted the boy up two flights of stairs, and into one of the large guest rooms. “What did he mean, you’re my slave?” Jessie asked. “He means I have to do whatever you want me to do whenever you want me to” The slave whispered into Jessie’s ear. “Do you want a bath Master?” “Yeah, I smell” “Very well, there is a bathroom down the hall.” The slave boy led Jessie into a small cramped bathroom; there was a boy in here too. He was dressed in blue; he looked to be about thirteen. He looked at the nine year old quizzically as he entered the room. “The master has given this boy, Jessie, special privileges, he is one of the Masters” the white-collar slave boy muttered. “Master” the thirteen year old bowed his head, not looking in the boy’s eyes, even though he was much taller than Jessie, he focused on the boy’s feet alone. “Standard Bath?” “Yes” the nine year old replied. They stripped the boy to his underwear, and then assisted him into the bath; they didn’t let him wash himself, telling him that he no longer had to do anything for himself, that’s what they were there for. The water was warm, already prepared once every fifteen minutes by the boy stationed there. They used soap and a sponge to clean the little boy down, everywhere but his privates, they cleaned to the hemline of his underwear and that was all. Since he was a master, only he could remove his underwear. “Would you like all of you clean, Master?” the nine year old asked respectfully. “huh?” the boy replied stupidly. The nine year old pointed at Jessie’s soaking wet underwear and raised his eyebrows. “Oh, you want me to take them off?” Jessie asked, going red in the face. He had never been naked in front of anyone other than his brother before. “Only if it pleases you, Master” the elder boy responded. Jessie reached down, and slowly pulled off his underwear. He handed them to the older boy, who threw them in the corner with the rest of his sodden clothes. At once, the nine year old propped Jessie’s legs up on the sides of the bath, his feet dangling outside the bath from the knees bent over the side. The thirteen year old immediately got to work; he took the sponge, and cleaned the boy’s small penis, then cleaned his scrotum, taking pride with each step. Then he cleaned out the boys tight butt cheeks, or what he could reach of them, Jessie squirmed with each step. The thirteen year old declared a job well done, and the youngest of the pair helped Jessie step out of the bath, a towel was wrapped around him, then he was lead out of the bathroom and down the hall to the guest room. Once inside, Jessie lay down on the bed and was asleep as his head hit the pillow. ------ James hadn’t always been a slave; three years had gone by since he was taken from his hometown and forced to work for his Master. James was lucky to have been taken so young, at the age of six, his breaking in was fairly easy. One or two quick fucks here and there and James was broken, nothing like a quick fix compared to breaking the will of a pubescent teenager. Still, James had his bonuses; he always had an insatiable appetite for sex and all things to do with it. Looking after this seven year old boy would also have its advantages; he could coax the boy into doing things, as he had already proven when he had convinced the boy to remove his underwear, he guessed that was what the master wanted when he had assigned James to Jessie. James worked quietly around the sleeping child, doing his best to lay out new clothes for the boy without waking him. Although he was sure that a nuclear bomb could go off beside the boy and still not wake him. Once he had seen to all of his duties, James sat in the chair beside the boys bed and drifted off into sleep as well, it was the one place he could escape the true horrors of this house. ------ As Jessie was taking his bath, Edward was being picked up off the lounge room floor, still in a daze from his previous exhaustion, Edward needed help to move. Two burly fifteen year olds held Edward upright as Michael slipped the cloth over the boy, it did nothing to cover his more private parts, as the cloth only came down just past his chest, but it designated the fact that he was new, and fair game to anyone, including the higher ranked slaves. They took the boy outside, dragged the boy bodily down to one of the steel sheds, and chained his wrists to the roof, then chained his ankles to adjoining tables on either side of him, leaving him suspended in mid air, his legs pulled well out to the side so that he was almost doing a suspended version of the splits. The two fifteen year old boys stood back, admiring their work, then one of the boys walked around behind him, spread his buttocks, and roughly shoved his large piece of meat into the small boy, Edward shouted out in obvious pain, but it didn’t matter, those who could hear him didn’t care, and those who didn’t hear him probably wouldn’t have anyway. His torture went on for about an hour, as the boys continued to swap places, one sucking him, the other fucking him. Tears streamed down his face continuously, his only comfort was he had spared his brother this. When the boys were finished, they untied the boy, beat him severely, then left him lying on the ground, bleeding and crying, not bothering to even tie him up again. Used to his father’s beatings, Edward had learnt how to fake physical pain, while ignoring it. They had broken his nose, punched out a few teeth, and even bitten on his balls, yet while he screamed most convincingly, he didn’t feel much of it. Edward opened his eyes a crack, to check if he had companions, and to his shock, he didn’t. He slowly stood up, testing his strength, his legs worked, that was great, his arms worked, that was even better, and he could see properly, despite his nose being twisted, so that was a bonus. Slowly he crept towards the manor house, gently opened the front door, the house was well maintained, so the door didn’t make a sound other than the soft click of the latch retracting as he turned the door handle, he pushed it open, there was no one about. Making his way up the flight of stairs, he peeked into room after room, using the keyholes. What he saw disgusted him, men on boys, boys on boys, girls on boys and boys on girls. He kept moving, having checked all the rooms on the second floor, he proceeded to the third floor. ‘This house is too damned big’ He thought to himself. He began checking the rooms again, this time most of them were empty, he explicitly remembered Michael’s orders to take his brother to one of the guest rooms, so he had to be here somewhere, but as he checked each room and kept turning up nothing he began to panic. He was about to abandon hope, when he spotted one final door. He looked though the keyhole, saw a slave boy sprawled in a chair beside a four-poster bed. Gently opening the door to get a better look, he saw his little brother lying asleep on the bed, wrapped in nothing but a towel. Enraged that Michael hadn’t kept his word, Edward stepped into the room. The slave boy’s eyes flew open just as Edwards fist connected with his forehead, sending him flying backward, leaving him lying unconscious on the floor. He hurried over to his brother, roughly shaking him awake. Jessie’s eyes flew open, he saw his brother and jumped into his arms. “I knew you wouldn’t leave me!” Jessie exclaimed a little louder than Edward would have liked. “Shhhh” Edward silenced him. Edward ripped the towel from his brother’s body, exposing his little naked form to the world. He shook his head as he removed his own body cloth, throwing it to the floor with the towel. He grabbed his brother’s hand, and pulled him from the room, down the flight of stairs, and out the front door, all in the space of thirty seconds; the boys were making their bid for freedom. They ran though the trees, the boys tied in the sheds saw them but didn’t give them away to their captors. Running from brush to brush, Edward retraced the car route through the dense forest towards the boundary fence. He remembered the fence clearly, and wondered just how the hell they were going to get over it, but figured that one problem at a time would be best. As they made the long and arduous journey toward the fence, Jessie began to run short on breath, the nude boys kept moving until Jessie collapsed behind Edward, tripping up the older boy. He landed on the forest floor, hard. He heard something snap inside him, but had no idea what it was. He looked around and saw that his brother had passed out. His asthma must have finally caught up with him. He moved towards his brother and noticed something that made his heart begin to beat a thousand times a minute. His brother wasn’t breathing. The seven year old lay on the forest floor, still as the dead. Having been trained by the family doctor just in case he was the only one around, Edward began basic CPR, tears streaming down his cheeks as he compressed his brothers chest, and breathed air into his small lungs. “One, Two, Three, Four” then he put three breaths into the boy, and repeated. On the fourth attempt, Jessie’s eyes flew open; he coughed, then choked, and coughed in earnest. Edward picked his brother up and held him to his chest, crying, he kissed his brother’s forehead. Edward picked Jessie up, and continued their trek toward the outer perimeter. It took longer, but within the hour they were there. “How?” Jessie gasped. “Dunno” Edward replied, looking for a way out. Then he spotted it. An old oak had either grown over the fence, or the fence had been built under it. Rather lax of the Master, but then Edward figured that Michael knew about it, and had done it purposely. Still there was only one way out, and he took it. He helped his brother climb up the tree, their naked bodies gaining splinters from the bark as they began their ascent. They climbed their way over the overhanging limb, and hung down from it holding it with their hands, Edward dropped first, and then issued the order to Jessie to drop, and Edward caught him. He lowered his brother to the ground, and they both took off, heading for the large line of woods a mile or so from them. They saw the country road, but figured that two naked children would raise certain alarm bells that he just wasn’t prepared to answer yet. He wasn’t sure how far Michael’s influence went, and he didn’t want to test it just yet. They finally reached the woods just before nightfall, they ventured inwards, not sure on what was in there, but it was better than going back to the compound. “I’m tired” Complained Jessie. “Me too buddy, just a little further though” Edward replied, keeping his eyes in front of him. Another half a mile into the woods, Edward finally stopped under a tree, it’s roots had made a miniature cave of sorts, allowing the boys to stop an lay down. He cuddled up to his little brother for warmth. “Sleep” Edward muttered, closed his eyes and drifted off immediately. Before he knew it, daylight had come. He was waking, his brother stirred beside him, they were facing each other, obviously Jessie had turned in his sleep. Edward got up an wandered away a little bit, still able to keep his brother in plain sight, he began to relieve himself, as he began to piss, he heard footsteps, he looked about them, but nothing. Then the crack of a twig, he jerked his head up and looked more intently at the surrounding forest. Still nothing. He kept listening, but dropped his gaze to his pissing cock, watching as the urine splashed on the forest floor in front of him. Edward made his way back over to his sleeping brother, roused him quietly, with a finger pressed to his lips, he gestured for quiet, then he motioned for Jessie to follow him. Whether or not the thing that was stalking them was human, two naked boys in a forest had its allure, either food, or fun. Edward kept listening for sounds of persuit as they made their way slowly through the underbrush. Jessie complained that he needed to pee, so Edward told him to pee as they walked. Jessie went beet red when Edward suggested it, but his older brother assured him it was okay, there was no one about. So Jessie reached down, grasped his little penis, held it out in front of him and let loose with a stream of yellow piss. The next few events surprised Edward greatly, as someone else reached around Jessie’s front, grabbed his small balls, then produced a knife and propped it under them. Jessie screamed in fright, Edward turned, fist ready but copped a bat in the face for his troubles. That was it for him. Jessie watched as his older brother crumpled to the forest floor in front of him, bleeding from a large gash on his forehead, the knife pressed on his privates was hurting him badly, he was crying again. “Please no” he begged. “On your knees boy!” a ragged voice commanded. Jessie dropped to his knees, just as the knife was removed and placed on his throat. He was pushed over, so his hands landed on the forest floor, he was on his hands and knees, ass up in the air. Then something rough mounted him, he felt claws tighten against his chest, then something thin and pointy penetrated his ass. That was the last thing he remembered, as the pain overwhelmed him and he passed out. ------ When Edward came too, he was not overly shocked to see where he was, he was tied to an A Frame, arms pulled taught above his head to each corner, his legs to each side of the bottom of the frame, suspended again. Standing in front of him was Michael. “Lesson Number Two: Stay inside the Confines of the compound!”

From the corner of my eye I saw her eyes upon me like daggers. Was I flirting with her boyfriend? Maybe unintentionally but I couldn't help it, he was so likeable. What she didn't know was that I was secretlystaring at her. Would I approach her? Not in a million years. She was too pretty, I didn't stand a chance and hey, she had a boyfriend, there was no way she could be interested in girls, especially chunky, weird girls. To my guessing, this girl was about 5'4" with longer, blondish hair. She has a gorgeous face, bigger breasts for her size, slim waist, and a curvy ass. Her legs were kind of on the shorter side and her feet were pretty with little pink toenails to accentuate them. She wore a lowcut Hollister shirt that showed off how amazing her chest was. Her skinny jeans hugged her in all the right places and would make any young teenage boy melt in his pants and any middle age man run home. She was too good for me. She was too good and I know it. She wouldn't want me, hell I wouldn't want me. I'm 5'10" with brown hair pulled under my Burgerman's hat. I'm chunky qnd the only good thing about that is that it makes my ass more full. My legs are long but in this uniform, you can hardly tell. I look like a dork. I've been told I'm pretty but that's outside of this uniform. This uniform is big and bulky. I doubt anyone "notices" me in it. Even though this uniform was big and unshapely, her boyfriend seemed to be flirting with me. He was flirting and that was the closest I could get to her. "Would you like anything else, sir?" I asked as usual. "Maybe a shot of you," he replied and my heart stopped. Did he really just hit on me? The daggers in her eyes were not only stabbing, but slicing and twisting through my eyes and face. She was not a happy camper. "Oh...umm...well..." I was speechless. "Well...you can call me later so I can make sure I can get that to go." He winked at me a slid a small piece of paper across the counter. He then turned around, smiled at his gorgeous girlfriend and walked out with her. I kind of shot her a smirk and she smirked a snotty smirk back. I shoved the paper in my pocket before looking at it and hurried back to work. As I worked the rest of the day, she was all I could think about. Her snotty smirk told me I definitely had no chance but I didn't care, I loved a challenge. I got off work fairly early that evening, around five or so. I drove home the same way as I always do but I noticed something. There was a hot little blonde about a mile from where I lived. She reminded me an awful lot of the girl I had seen earlier with her boyfriend. Could it be her? I squinted but saw it was not the girl from earlier. This girl was a little taller and her hair was a tad shorter and more wavy. I pulled into my driveway and shut off my car. Digging for my house keys, I felt something in my pocket. I pulled it out, it was the piece of paper. I stopped and read it. "Doesn't she look cute when she's pissed? Talk to her, she likes girls too. 555-3278, Mandi" How did he know? I thought I could hide that I liked girls pretty well. I don't know how, but he saw right through me. I contemplated texting her or not. She was out of my league, there's no way I could land a girl like her. I picked up my phone and typed her number into it. I sent her a little message introducing myself. 'Hi, I'm Chelsea from Burgerman's today. I couldn't help to notice you burning holes through my soul when your boyfriend was ordering. He gave me your number. Just thought I'd say hello.' About twelve minutes later, my phone went off. 'Hey, this is Mandi. I'm sorry about earlier, he just pisses me off sometimes. It's not like I expect too much, I just want someone to be mine and all mine.' 'I know what you mean,' I wrote back, 'guys just don't get it. Hey, would you like to go grab some lunch sometime?' I didn't expect her to really answer back but my phone went off right away. 'That sounds good to me, how about Saturday? We could meet at this new place they just opened down the road from your work, I think it's called Francisco's.' She actually wanted to meet this Saturday. I was so shocked but I had to keep telling myself it was just a meet, not a date. 'That sounds wonderful, when do you want to go?' 'How about seven, I know you said lunch but I'm more of a dinner girl.' 'Seven works for me, see you then.' Was this really happening to me? I did a small jig and then proceeded to do my normal after work ritual. Come home, take a shower, put on something comfy, hop in bed, surf the internet. Everyday after work it was the same thing, but tonight I couldn't stop thinking about Mandi as I lie in my bed. As I though of her long blonde hair and big tits, I couldn't help but notice my hand wandering under my sheets. Thinking about her legs I found my right hand to be playing with my nipple and my left circling my stomach. It was her ass that got me the most excited. As I thought of how it would feel, I found my right hand already on my clit, rubbing it in small circles. I wanted Mandi. I wanted her bad. I rubbed faster and harder, each with a more intense thought of her. I wanted to feel her, taste her, caress her, please her. I wanted her to be mine. As I though of what it would be like if she sat on my face, the most intese orgasm raged through my body, causing me to actually jerk around. I was in heaven and fell alseep in the ecstasy I, and Mandi, had just caused. When I woke up, it was the next day, Friday. Only one more day until I went on my "date" with Mandi. I didn't have to work Friday so I just sat around thinking of what I could wear and what I should say. I decided i'd wear my pink dress that stated "I'm pretty and I'm trying but not too hard." After picking out my attire for the next day, I decided to go back to sleep. I slept for most of the day until my phone went off. 'Hey, I'm super excited for tomorrow. *kisses*' Did Mandi really just send kisses? I smiled and shut my eyes again. I had a dream that I walked into Francisco's and Mandi was sitting by herself. I walked up to her table and sat across from her. She told me how pretty I was and we flirted back and forth. She told me how she heard the food wasn't that great and we should just ditch and go back to her place. I hopped in her car and we held hands as she drove home. She parked outside of a nice two-story suburban home and we walked up the sidewalk to the front door. "No one's home, we can do whatever we want." She winked at me and led me into the house. We walked down a long hallway to a door at the end. She opened it and we went inside. Mandi told me to sit on the bed and that she had no other furniture. She sat down next to me. Mandi and I made small chat before she leaned over to kiss me. We shared a deep, passionate kiss and my hands travelled all over her. I took her top off to reveal the best pair of tits I had ever seen. They begged to be sucked and I didn't deprive them of it. I took her right nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it and sucking like a baby. She moaned and I noticed how wet I was. She took her hand and ran it across my back and shoulders as I switched nipples. I slid my hand into her pants and wiggled them off her. I then felt how wet she was through her panties and... "CHELSEA? ARE YOU HOME?" I woke up instantly. My mom had come home. "Yeah!" I shouted but heard to reply. I couldn't believe my dream, I had never had a sexual dream before, but damn was this one good. I wish I wasn't waken up for nothing. I tried to go back to sleep to finish the dream, but I couldn't. My mind was wandering too much. I walked out of my room and down the stairs. I really couldn't tell where my mom was, I didn't really care. I made myself a sandwich amd went back to my room. I checked my phone. I had an unread message. 'Sorry, I can't make it tomorrow, I forgot I'm going out of town. Hope I can make it up to you later. *kisses*' She bailed. Even if she said she had prior arrangements, she bailed. I knew I couldn't get a girl like her. Well I could, but only in my dreams. I didn't reply. I was over it. I hopped in the shower to wash away how dirty I felt for believing a pretty, sexy girl could like me. I washed and washed but still felt dirty. What if I saw her at work again? How embarassed would I be?

It was Saturday night and I was feeling so horny – I knew I had to go out and find some cock or I would explode. I am in my 30’s but I look more like 20 so finding willing men is never a problem but tonight I knew I would need more than a quick fuck and definitely more than one cock. I dressed in a long black full skirt….you might think this a strange choice for trying to pick up but read on and you will understand my choice. I had on a low cut top showing lots of cleavage but I covered it with a high neck loose fitting black shirt……again there was a reason. I headed to a bar I knew would be crowded with after work revellers as well as lots of young men. It also had booths along a dark wall – perfect for my plans. I went straight up to the bar and ordered a drink. I then turned to survey the crowd and found my first target. He was about 25, a big guy, not all that goodlooking and not too drunk. I am quite pretty, with long blonde hair and big brown eyes so getting a guy’s attention is never hard. I walked up to him and asked him if I could buy him a drink. He looked around not sure I meant him but then saw me smiling seductively so said yes. I ordered him a stubbie of beer and asked him to follow me to a booth so we could sit. I slid in first and then as he slid in I asked him if he liked the taste of pussy. He nearly chocked but I don’t like wasting time so he finally answered yes. I sat the tsubbie on the bench between us and then sat on it. It must have looked weird but what he didn’t realize is that there is a split in the back of the skirt and I was completely naked underneath so when I sat the stubbie slid into my sopping cunt. I slid up and down a bit – my face revealing my pleasure and then I lifted myself off and moved over leaving his stubbie covered in my pussy juice for him to pick up and drink from. His eyes nearly popped out of his head and he moaned as he tasted my juices with the beer as he drank quickly from the stubbie. I smiled at him and then asked him if he liked anal sex. Again I thought he was looking at me with such incredulous eyes – he must have wondered how he got so lucky – but I had an itch to scratch and he was only number one. I sat up slightly and told him to slide in behind me so it looked like I was sitting on his knee. He soon realised I was completely naked and exposed to him so he quickly undid his trousers releasing his rock hard cock. My skirt camouflaged us completely and I have found anal like this is easier than being pussy fucked as the angle makes it less obvious if someone does happen to be watching. I had some lube in my bag so I reached behind and rubbed it onto his cock and then lifted myself slowly before slamming down hard so that his entire cock impaled my ass. I encouraged him to reach under my top and as it was loose his hands could not be seen as he groped my breasts and so for 5 minutes he held onto my breasts as he fucked my ass right in the middle of one of the busiest bars in the city. I could feel myself coming and timed my scream to fit in with the music playing in the bar while I felt him fill my ass with his cum. We sat recovering for a minute or so and then I lifted my self off while he redressed himself. I thanked him and asked him if he thought his friends would like the same. He nodded enthusiastically and before long another man was sliding in behind me as I leaned forward to accommodate him. While I was grinding my ass on this guy’s rock hard cock my first friend and three of his mates came over and took up the seats in the rest of the booth. They egged their mate on as he fucked my ass hard and I jumped around to the rhythm of the band that was now playing enjoying my not so secret anal invasion. With two loads of cum up my ass I needed to use the ladies so the guys reluctantly let me out . I felt the cum sliding down my legs and laughed. Another reason for the long skirt. I realised I was being followed so as a I entered the cubicle I bent over the seat letting my skirt fall open exposing my dripping ass and felt hands on my hips as another cock entered my anal passage. I didn’t know if it was one of the guys from the table but it didn’t matter. He fucked my ass hard and came quickly. He left before I could see who it was so I used the bathroom and returned to my waiting orgy. I had only been here 30 minutes and already I had been anally fucked by three men. The night was looking good. My pussy was twitching – wanting to be used so I asked one of the guys to form a fist and I would fuck it. They all laughed saying it wasn’t possible but I just lifted myself – using my skirt for cover and began sliding my dripping cunt onto the fist presented. It took some time but gradually I had managed to stretch my cunt over the knuckles and then I relaxed and let gravity take its course. The man whooped as he felt his fist slide into me and lifted my skirt to show his mates that all that was left at the entrance to my cunt was his wrist. I started to ride him and he soon started punching my insides. I was screaming in ecstasy and soon had my first true orgasm of the night. The man ripped his fist from my cunt when I finished coming and held up his fist showing his mates the pussy juice coating him and running down his arms. I began licking his hand and arm greedily as I let him slide behind me to fuck my ass. He came quickly and moved to let another of his mates have a turn. When they had all fucked my ass they left and I sat for a few minutes recovering before I began stage 2 of my night. With cum now pouring from my ass I felt like a dirty whore so I left the bar and headed for the street. I need more cock but I need it dirty and depraved. I needed to feel completely used so I headed to a public toilet in a rough area of town and waited outside. I sat on a bench outside and was busy sucking on my fingers when a group of young thugs walked by. They surrounded me hoping to intimidate me so were taken aback when I lifted my legs and pulled my skirt up and began fingering myself while they watched. When I was sure I had their attention I stood up and walked into the men’s room removing my clothes as I did so. They didn’t need to be asked twice so as they entered they found me on all fours completely naked waiting for them to use me. My mouth opened to a huge cock being forced into my mouth as I felt another cock enter my dripping ass. Another guy slid under me and I lowered my cunt onto his huge cock as I had my first “real” fuck of the night. The guys chanted and yelled as each of them fucked one or more of my holes and before too long I felt them all cum and screamed as I reached another orgasm. Over the next hour or so I was sodomised and fucked repeatedly and my face and breasts were coated in young man cum. I was in heaven as I was used as a cum bucket and reached into my cunt to scoop out cum and coat myself with it as the guys each finished and left. I dressed my sticky body and walked outside. It was almost sunrise but despite my activities I was still horny. I knew where to go next so I wasted no time heading for the back alley I knew and loved and finding my homeless friends still asleep I undid the trousers of the first hobo I found and sucked his cock until it was hard and then lowered my dripping cunt onto it – waking him with the screaming orgasm of a bitch on heat. He was filthy with black teeth and ugly as sin but I was in heaven as I felt his cock pounding my insides. His eyes were drinking in my face and hair – covered in drying cum so I took off my clothes and let him feast on my naked body – his hands were all over me and his grunting soon told me he had cum. I slid off him and rolled over the bum next to him and before long I had his cock in my used cunt riding him like a mad woman. The noise we were making soon woke most of the men in the alley and before long I had another orgy going on with me in the centre. My body, despite being covered in cum, was so clean in comparison to my lovers. I loved how dirty I felt as homelss man after homeless man entered my body and filled me with their filthy seed. Eventually as the sun rose I curled up in a ball and slept – finally satisfied. I woke through the day as the sun burnt my naked flesh and lay there smiling. I knew and the homeless men knew I would stay with them as their fuck toy for a few days until the madness left and then I would return to my life. It happened every month – around ovulation. So far I had not been impregnated but it was only a matter of time before I was pregnant to one of the thugs or homeless men but until then my monthly fuckfest would continue and I would enjoy being used and abused in this dirty alley by these men the world had discarded but whom I craved.

Sonia On a full moon night Sonia was walking in the jungle alone, Cold and Scared and it was getting dark. She started hearing noises but she couldn’t really tell what it was. She could feel eyes just watching her from behind and following her, but at the same time she thought it was just paranoia and kept going; hoping she would get to somewhere soon. It was getting too dark and she was desperate to find a place to rest for the night. As she was walking she saw an open area with no trees. She walked towards it so at least she could see better since it was too dark in jungle. As she got out of woods she saw a small cottage on the other side of a small creek. It was pretty dark and she couldn’t really tell how deep the creek was but she tried to cross it since there was no other option. She took the first step and the creek was deeper than she thought. Cold water ran between her legs as she crossed the water. It was deep enough to almost reach her breasts. She hurried and ran to the cottage. She bang on the door and called to see if anyone would open the door. “bang bang! is there anybody there? Can you please open the door, its dark and cold out here.” No one answered the door. She went to the window but they were covered with heavy curtains from inside. She could tell there was no light coming from inside. As she looked around, the place looked kind of abandoned even though it looked like it used to be a nice little cottage with no more than one room. She tried to push open the little green entrance door but it was nicely locked. She took a look around to see if there were any more cottages around but the place was surrounded by trees. Tired and hungry, she tried to find a place to sit in front of the door hoping the owner would show up and let her stay for the night so she could continue her way back to Anahita, a small town with a temple where people went to pay the priests so they pray for them to gods like Zeus, Aphrodite, Apollo and Athena, but she wanted her prayers to be addressed to Demeter. People brought anything they could, gold, silver, shiny stones, food and even farm animals, and they asked for health, love, and wealth, but she was going to ask for rain for her family’s farm. She was the oldest out of her sisters and that was why they sent her. Her mom could not walk that far and her dad had to take care of the farm that had mostly dried and had become useless since there hadn’t been a drop of rain for months. Her dad was a middle age farmer and her mom was a few years younger. Her sisters, Anastasia and Pandora were each 18 and 17. In fact Anastasia’s birthday was coming up in two weeks; her sister was born exactly the same day she was born 21 years ago. She knew the best gift to take back with her would be dark clouds that would rain over the whole village and her dads land. As she tried to find a place to sit she saw a few big clay jars under the window. She tried to grab one of them to put in front of the door to sit on. As she moved it she saw a key under it. She quickly grabbed the key and tried it on the lock. It worked and she pushed the door open. Inside looked pretty dark. She walked in and she could barely see anything. She opened the curtains and let the moon light brighten the room a little. Once she could see better she walked towards the large fire place that occupied the whole wall on the right side of the cottage and found some matches on top of the fireplace. She gathered some dried branches left of the floor and stack them up on each other put some thicker pieces of wood on top of them. She lit branches on fire and watched it grow bigger. She closed the curtains and locked the door before taking look at the place. It was a little brighter now with the fire burning in the fire place. It looked like an old ladies living room. As she stood by the entrance she could see the fire place on her right. A big couch that looked almost like a bed was in front of her, facing her. There was a dining table on the side of the couch. On her left was small chest. Looking around she saw a few thick candles. She grabbed two and lit them. She placed on the dining table and one on chest. It was much brighter now. It was dusty but cozy. First thing she tried to do was to look into the chest to see if there were any dried cloths in there so she could get out of her wet cloths but there was nothing in there. She decided to take off her clothes anyways so she wouldn’t catch a cold. She unbuttoned her dress and pulled it down just to unveil her firm big breasts. She completely took her dress off and placed it near the fire. She also sat near the fire to stay warm. In front of the fire place there was a big brown carpet that appeared to be wolf skin. As she laid down she could feel the heat of fire on her skin. It felt so good feeling warm and dry. The wood fire was at its peak and it was getting very hot. She could feel it burn her nipples. She moved back a little and it was perfect. The heat made her feel sleepy and after walking for almost 12 hours she was pretty tired. Next thing she knew, she was dreaming. But it was funny because she knew she was dreaming. It was a very clear dream and for a second she believed it was reality. But her logic didn’t let her believe it for long. She was already in Anahita, right in front of the temple. She was in the same green dress but it was not wet. But it couldn’t be. She didn’t remember passing through town walls and buildings or walking the rest of the way or even leaving the little cottage she had just stepped into. But she was there already and that was what was important. She rushed inside the temple. It was a huge building with big columns on its sides. Inside was empty. As she walked in she could hear the echo of her steps. The place did not feel as she imagined. She had always heard from the people of the village that the temple was a very busy place and it had more priests than any other temple in Thessaly. She called to see if anyone was there. “Excuse me. Is there anyone here?” No one answered to her call. She started to look around but the temple had a very large, but simple architecture. It was the biggest arena she had ever seen. All around the walls were big columns and chairs, where priests sat and took what people had brought for them in exchange for prayers. At the end there were many big statues of all gods. The biggest one was Zeus. All the other gods were lined up besides each other right behind him. All the statues were enormous. After not being able to find a priest she decided to pray herself. Since there was no one around she decided she could get as close as she could to Demeter’s statue and pray for her dad’s farm. As she approached the gods she bowed and approached Demeter. Once she passed Zeus’s statue she saw a set of stairways heading down behind the statue. She decided to try and go down to see if there is anyone to help her. At the end of the stairways was a thick old wooden door. She knocked on it and called a few times but no one answered. As she pushed on the door, it opened slowly, making little noise. Steam started coming out of the mysterious room. It was much warmer and humid down there. There was a long hallway with three doors in it. She walked down the hallway and could hear some noise. It sounded like a big group of people were talking and laughing. She wanted to knock but she was afraid. She didn’t even know if she was allowed there. So she decided to walk away, but suddenly she started hearing moans. The sounds shocked her but she couldn’t help but turn around and try to listen through the door. It sounded as if they were having a good time. There were small conversations but she couldn’t hear what they were saying and every now and then she could hear a woman moan loudly or breathe heavily. She decided to bend over and try to peek from the crack of the bottom of the door. There were at least twenty people in there and they were all bare footed. She could also see some of men or women were on their knees, kneeling in front of someone else. The sound of moans grew louder and louder and sounds of smacks and screams got added to them. She knew what was going on but she couldn’t believe it. They were definitely having sex. A large group of people; how could they? In a temple? As she peeked through the crack, she saw one of the men lay down on the ground. He was completely naked with his penis completely erect, pointing to the air. Her jaw dropped. It was not the first time she had seen a man’s penis since she had seen the village boys washing themselves in the rivers but this one was different. I was much larger than other men, it was ticker and longer and its head was swollen and wet. As she was staring at the man’s cock she saw a woman stand over his body and land her body on his cock. She held his cock up straight and took it all the way in. his hands grabbed her ass and helped her go up and down on his cock she put her hands on his chest and started doing it even faster. It was a beautiful image. A man and a woman pleasing themselves with each other’s bodies, she please herself with his big cock rubbing the inner part of her pussy while he pleased himself with her pussy tightly rubbing his cock. She started imagining how it would feel to take that cock inside her. The naughty thoughts of getting fucked started getting her wet and she just wanted to touch herself. As she was bending on her knees and picking through the crack she start touching her pussy and feeling how wet she had gotten. Now the man was grabbing the woman’s breasts, she couldn’t see her breasts but she knew that was what he was doing. Sonia started rubbing her pussy faster and closed her eyes just imagining the man’s cock, as if she was there bouncing on him. Suddenly she felt a hand grab her ass, she got scared and gasped for air, tried to turn around to see who was grabbing her ass. But he held her pony tail and did not let her look at him. “What are you doing here?” he asked with a thick voice. He sounded like a guard. “Nothing just came to pay for prayers for Demeter. It hasn’t rained for a long time in our village and I…” “Shut up” he cut her. “What are you looking at?” “I was looking inside to see...” “I guess you like what you’re seeing” he cut her again. She didn’t really have anything to say. “You have seen too much but I know what to do with you” he said. “Please don’t kill me I didn’t see any faces, I didn’t recognize anyone, please” she started to beg. He laughed and sounded entertained by her begging. “I’m not going to kill you. I’m just going to introduce you to these people so you don’t have to peek through the crack.” He pulled her hair and pushed her but he never moved his hand away from her ass. He pushed her through the door and walked inside with her. She couldn’t really look around since he was still pulling her hair so hard she had to look up. But as she walked into the room all the noises stopped. All the moans and smacks. “Look what I found peeking through the door. This one is a curious little whore” he said “We should teach her a lesson” a feminine voice replied. He walked her to the center of room and let go of her hair. For the first time she could see the people around her. First thing she did was to remove the guys hand from her ass cheek. He gave her an evil smile and kept looking at her ass. He was a guard. He looked like a very strong rugged man. But she didn’t really care as her attention was taken by more than thirty people naked around her, touching each other, kissing each other, sucking and licking each other and fucking each other. There were couples fucking. There were women kissing and touching each other, and there were women being pounded by two or three guys, they were men who were being pleased by two or more women. The room only had a few candles in it but because of all the white marble it looked pretty bright. The room was filled with white beds and white couches. The man who had brought her inside whispered: “this outfit is not proper for this party” and grabbed her dress and ripped it off. It happened so fast she couldn’t even hold on to her dress. The fastest thing to do was to cover her big breasts but what about her round ass. It was all for everyone to see. “This is better” he said. He ran his fingers on her back all the way to her butt cheeks before he left the room and left her alone, naked and defend less in between all those Horney men and women. The two women who were making out had stopped and were talking to each other and looking at her. Then one of them stood up and came close, softly held her hand and pulled her towards them. She followed her and sat next to them. The second woman was still lying down and looking at her when the first one went back to work by starting to suck on her pretty breasts. She seemed to enjoy having her breasts being sucked; she closed her eyes and put her hand on Sonia’s leg. The woman started to kiss her body and move towards her pussy till she was in between her legs kissing her lips. She was moaning next to her and seeing someone being pleased like that had turned Sonia on a bit. She started licking her pussy when the second woman moved her hand up and touched Sonia’s vagina. She let out a moan and held on to the woman’s hand. She looked at Sonia and said “You’re pretty wet” that caused her to get embarrassed a little but she forgot all about it as she started to massage her pussy. It felt so good and she was right, she was wetter than any other time. She opened her eyes and looked at what the other woman was doing and she was passionately licking and tasting her pussy. As if she was hungry and that’s all she could eat. She started to look around again. Next to her there was a tall man standing and in front of him two women kneeling, one sucking on his cock and the other one licking his balls. His balls looked pretty big as they covered most of the woman’s face. The other one was having a hard time to take his cock down her throat but he would push her head down. As he put his hand on her head to push her down on his cock Sonia noticed how big his hands were. Not only his hands but as he took his cock out of her mouth to put it in the other woman’s mouth she saw his huge cock, it was much bigger than the last guy she saw. As she were watching the big guy please himself with those two beautiful women and their tight throats she didn’t notice that the other two women were right in from of her. The first one started sucking her breast and the other one started to kiss her lips, her lips were wet and tasted great. She realized the woman who was kissing her was the one who was eating the other woman’s pussy a minute ago. Sonia couldn’t control herself anymore and started kissing her back and tasting her lips. She closed her eyes and just enjoyed her lips being kissed and her breasts being sucked and hearing the other two women gag on the tall guys cock. She started to touch the woman who was sucking her breasts, She squeezed her breasts. They were big and soft. Sonia couldn’t help but to be more attracted to her since she was prettier, and had bigger breasts and she had just tasted her pussy on the other woman’s lips. They helped her lay down and the woman who was kissing her lips moved down on her and started kissing her other lips; it was hard not to moan loudly. Finally the prettier woman put her knees on each side of her head and lowered her body to her face; Sonia held her butt cheeks and tasted a woman’s vagina for the first time. It didn’t have a strong tasted to it but it tasted so good, it felt so wet and it was all over her face already, she could feel the other woman digging inside her pussy with her tongue, the woman on top of her started to move her hips on her mouth and rub her pussy against her tongue, She didn’t really know how to please a woman but she was trying her best to do everything she thought would feel good. She grabbed the woman who was eating her and pushed her head onto her pussy, Sonia let out a moan so did she. The woman on top of her sounded really pleased and her moans got louder and faster and she started almost pounding her face with her pussy. Until she gave out the last and loudest moan and Sonia started tasting a sweet juice, it was amazing, she could not stop eating and tasting it. She had never had anything tasting this good before. She held her face and got off of her. The other woman who was eating her gave a few last kisses to her pussy and left. The pretty woman stood up and reached for her hand. She held her and stood up next to her she gave her a kiss and walked her to the tall man. He was done with those other women and now he was just eating some grapes. “look what I have for you” she told him. He turned around, he was still hard and his cock was pointing right towards her. She couldn’t help but to stare at that big cock. He had a darker tone skin than other men in that room with black hair. “She is indeed beautiful” he replied. “are you done for today or can you go on longer?” she asked. He smiled as if he knew she was trying to tease him by saying so. “you should know me by now” she knelt in front of him and looked up to Sonia, she did the same and knelt next to her. Both of them were now on each sides of his cock and it was so big that she couldn’t really see the woman’s face as his cock was covering most of her view. The woman grabbed his cock and slowly felt it all over. Gave it a few passionate kisses and slowly stroke it. Then she pointed his cock right in her face. She didn’t really know what to do but started kissing its tip and held his balls from under. “Open your mouths “he demanded. she did as he told her, he slowly pushed his cock inside. She raped her lips around his cock and it tasted amazing, it turned her on so much and she wanted to taste all of his cock suddenly. She let out a moan and he heard it “good girl” he replied. He put those big hands on her head and started going back and forth. He slowly went deeper and started hitting the back of her mouth with his cock. He let out a moan and she opened her eyes and looked up to see the man she was pleasing. “you look even prettier with my cock in your mouth” he said and that made her feel so proud of pleasing a man that she didn’t even know. she looked down to his cock and she could see the other woman sucking on his balls. He started to push his dick deeper and now he was hitting the back of her throat with his cock. she started gagging a little and tried to pull back but his hands were holding her head. His hands were so big her head looked like a grapefruit comparing to them. He started fucking her throat faster. It was hard to believe she was only taking a little more than half of his cock down her throat. He got even rougher and pushed his cock even deeper, it seemed impossible for his dick to go deeper but he pushed and pushed and suddenly his cock jumped a little farther down her throat as if it had managed to pass through something tight. He stopped going back and forth and just held on to her head and pushed in. she closed her eyes and just pulled her tongue out as there was no more space for it inside her mouth since his cock was taking all the space. She didn’t know how deep he was until she felt his balls on her tongue. How could it be? How could he fit it all in her throat? Her lips were stretched, her mouth was stretched, her jaw couldn’t open any wider, her throat was stretched and her saliva was drooling on her breasts. Tears had started dripping down her cheeks. He finally took his cock out and it took a while for his cock to come out all the way. She gasped for air. She had held her breath for a long time. But for some reason she knew she wanted more. But she had to wait her turn. Now he put his cock in the other woman’s mouth. She didn’t wait for anything and started deep throating his cock right away. The cock that took so long for her to take in all the way was going in and out of her throat balls deep and at some point he was pounding his balls to her chin. One hand on her head he put the other hand on Sonia’s head and directed her right to his balls. She started sucking on them, taking them in one by one and tasting them. Then he grabbed them both by their hair and put their lips on each side of his cock and made them go back and forth on his cock. She could taste her salvia on his cock. While he was pleasing himself using them both, she decided to see how wet she had gotten. her hand reached down to her pussy and felt it. It was dripping wet, literally. He directed their head by pulling on their hair and made them suck his cock one by one. Sonia was so turned on and curious to see if she was as turned on as her, she reached from behind and felt her pussy. She was as wet as she was. It turned her on even more that she was turned on by the same man she was turned on by. He lifted them both and made them lay back on a white leather couch next to each other. He got in between Sonia’s legs and started to rub his cock against her pussy. They were both ready. He grabbed his cock and slowly pushed in. its head was in and he continued to push in, she could feel his cock fill her up. He started going back and forth and his balls started hitting her asshole. She had her legs wide open, she had her hand on his wide chest and the other hand on the naked woman next to her, feeling her skin. She closed her eyes and just started enjoying his cock. “You like it?” the woman next to her asked. “I love it, I love his cock fucking my pussy” “fuck me, fuck me” She started to tell him. He started to pound her harder. He was getting faster and her pussy was feeling so wet and warm, she started feeling the woman next to her and moved her hand down her pussy and started to rub her pussy. He grabbed her neck and said “you’re a good little whore.” “oh yes I am, I’m a good little whore, fuck your little whore” she replied. He was much bigger than her and every time he would pound her a wave would go through her whole body. He slowed down and took his cock out of her pussy and moved next to her. Now it was the other woman’s turn. He was not as gentle with her as he was with Sonia. He started to fuck her hard and fast from the beginning and she sounded very please and started moaning loudly. He told her to get on all fours and wait her turn. Even waiting for that cock made her hot, him telling her what to do turned her on so much. As he pounded her he put his hand on Sonia’s pussy and pushed his index and middle finger into her pussy and started to wiggle it around. It felt so good, his hands were so big that each his fingers felt like little cocks. As he fingered her he pushed his thumb in her ass. It was little painful but it didn’t stop her from enjoying it there. She relaxed as he pushed it in all the way in her ass, “it’s really tight” he said “We should save it for Zeus” he continued. She opened her eyes, “could he mean THE Zeus?” That couldn’t be, how could he know him? Who were these people? She was taken away from those thoughts as she felt his big cock push into her and started fucking her from behind. He held on to her ass tightly and started to fuck her hard. Even though she had never done it she always thought she would like to get fucked from behind. Like an animal, and he was indeed and animal. He put his hands on her shoulder and fucked her even harder. Her big breasts were wiggling around as he pounded her ass from behind. He was moaning so loud. He again took his cock out and started fucking the woman next to her the same position. “I always like to fuck you like this Athena” he said. Sonia turned and looked at her. She had her eyes closed, her hair was being pulled from behind and getting fucked hard. Certainly not the picture she had in her head from Athena, Goddess of wisdom, warfare and reason. “And I always enjoy you fucking me like this Apollo” it was hard to believe her ears. Surely it was just a fantasy. They probably liked to name each other after the almighty gods. Before she could react, he reached and pulled her by her hair making her get under and in between the other woman’s legs, as close as she could to her pussy, she was so wet that every time he would pump his cock in, little drops of her juice would squirt on her face, they started to get loud and he started to pound harder and harder. He suddenly took his cock out and released his cum all over her face, it turned her on so much that she opened her mouth and he came even more in her mouth. His cum was warm and tasted great. It was so fulfilling swallowing his cum. What they had both worked hard for, and a way for him to show he was pleased to let her have his cum. It tasted better than anything, he pushed her head towards his cock and made her start sucking it, it was even better sucking his cock with her testy juice all over it. He pushed it down her throat and led out a sigh. He was done but she kept sucking and wanting more. He smiled as she sucked his cock. “Don’t worry. Zeus will give you more” he said. END OF CHAPTER I

to all the neg comment writers-Ok so i not the worlds best writter never said i was. so if you can follow the story with the problem fine if not don't read and trust me i see way worst then me on this site. David and I had gotten together many times after what happened and I had never been happier. Then after class one day as we were walking towards his car an ambulance pulled up outside the school. We were just watching the EMTs heading inside when one of my girlfriend’s friend ran up to us. “Mike you need to come something happened to Ashley.” Before I could say anything she took off and David and I followed her. She led to a restroom on the far side of the school that wasn’t us much and I saw EMTs rushing her out of the girl restroom. She had been beaten and stabbed multiply times. The principle was being asked questions by a police officer next to the girl restroom. “Do you have any idea who could have done this?” He shook his head. “Judge by the writing near her whoever did this was target gay and bi. Do you know if she was either?” “She was bi-sexual.” I said as I neared them. The office asked who I was. “I’m Mike Downs Ashley my girlfriend. What the hell happened?” He wrote down what I said but didn’t answer me. “Do you know anyone that could have done this.” I laughed. “There are kids here who are open about who they are and get pick on because of it. Also the same kids the pick on them do it to other just because they think they are. But the only one I could think could have done anything like that was suspended about a week ago.” He thanked me and walked away without answering my question so I repeated it to the principle. He took me by my shoulder and led me into the restroom. There was blood all over the ground and above it was a massage written in Ashley blood. Gay and Bi-Sexual ways are a sin. This is how we will deal with the sinners. I slammed my fist into the nears stall and David rush up and pulled me into his arms. “Don’t worry I sure this will be handled and Ashley will be fine.” I jerk free of him. “Yeah and who will be next before that happens? You, me, Kelly Ashley girlfriend, there are at least thirty kids that could be next.” I walked passed him and keep walking until I got home. Over the next two weeks four more kids had been beaten and stabbed and yet the cops had no leads. A lot of the open kids left school, but me and the ones who parent didn’t know about us had to stay. I started avoid David and I guess that was a mistake because I was the next. I was in the restroom washing up after lunch when a group of kids walked in. Like any other time I tensed up but they went about their business or so I thought because before I could react some come up from behind me and slammed my face into the mirror. He brought his face close to my ear and said “sinner.” That was the last thing they said too. I’ve seen the kid around school but didn’t know his name and when I tried to scream for help he jerked my hair and threw me to the ground. Then him and five others guys started kicking the shit out of me. Most of their blows were to side and stomach. I tried to crawl away but someone grabbed my hair from behind pulling me to my knees. The guy who slammed me into the mirror had his cock out and was rubbing to an erect before stepping in front of me. I tried to push him away but his fist slammed into my face several times causing me to cry out. As I did he shoved his cock into my mouth and started face fucking me. He force his dick so far down my throat that he cut off my air supply and held it there as I trashed around trying to force him back. Then he finally pulled back only to do it again. After several minutes of this I felt his cock Swell in my mouth and his cum spud into me. As he pulled out I spit it to the ground and got a few more punches to my face which knocked out a tooth. Then another guy to his place, but when he came he shoved his dick down my throat forcing me to swallow his come. The other four men took their turn and when the last cum I prayed that it was over. They pushed me back to the ground and started kicking me again. Then one started to remove my pants. I kick back at him and tried to get a grabbed on something one of the held a knife to me but I refused to stop fighting. Then a foot smashed into my nose dazing me. While the world spun they managed to pull my pants down and force me onto my stomach. Two of them grabbed my arms and pulled me to my knees again. The guy who had started this kneeled down behind me pushing his dick against my asshole. I tried to beg them to stop. Man I had dream of David and I taking this step together but not until I was ready and here I was about to be rape and all I want was for David safe me like he did before. Something was forced into my mouth and I tried to spit it out. Then I felt a fire spread around my asshole as I was force open as the guy slammed his cock the how way in without any form of lube. I screamed at the top of my lungs but my gag cut most of it short. He pulled back out and jammed it back in. Tears filled my eyes as I heard them laughing. He continued pounding his dick into me for about five minutes when I felt it swell and he blasted cum filled me. He slapped my ass as he pulled out only to be replace by another then another until everyone of them had fuck me. When the last guy pulled out they continued holding me and I feared what was to come and was thankful when I felt the kick to my stomach. It had to be ten minutes before they stopped kicking me. Then the ones holding my arms pulled me up and I felt a sharp pain in my stomach as the knife buried itself. I was stabbed six more times before they let me fall to the floor. I was barely conscious when one of them reached down and jabbed his finger into my stomach. When I came too I found myself at the Hospital in the IC. I had been there two days, in and out of surgery. I spent six days at the hospital before I was release to go home. Thanks to a year book I was able to point out who had attacked me. And this my friends is where my life took a worst and best turn. After I was release I told my parents that I was bi-sexual my father start yelling at me say that I was no son of his and that I got what I deserved for leading a disgusting life. He told me unless I change my life then I was not allowed under his room because god did not allow that life. I called David and told him what happen and he told me he be there in a moment. When he pulled up he jumped out of his car and tried to push passed me. My father came out just them. “And this must be your ass bitch friend who got you into this life.” It happen before I could stop myself, I spun and punched him as hard as I could sending my father to the ground. “No this is my boyfriend and I know who I was long before I meet him. And no one deserved get beaten, raped, and stabbed because their different.” I get into David car and started crying. It was the first time I had done that in year well exempted for what happen in the restroom. David took me to his house where he told his parent what happened. Now I never talked about his parent to you but I really like them. David told them that he was bi when he was fourteen and they accepted him without question. Now they were taking me in like a second son and even allowed me to stay in David’s room. Chapter four will be out soon and you will see how my life has change for the better.

It was almost two years later when I finally decided that I could not liar to myself anymore. I was in tenth grade at Southern Vance High School and I meet a boy by the name of David. He was cute, fun, and a joy to hang with. I hung with him more and more as the days pass and I started seeing him in a new light, but I had no idea if he was into guy because he had a girlfriend. It was during lunch time and I was hung with my girlfriend Ashley. Ashley was bi as well so I know her girlfriend all thou she would never let the two of us be alone. At the time she was the only one who knew I was as well. Anyway I was talking about David to her. “Yeah I know him, he in my France class.” I look up at her. “What do you know about him?” I ask trying not to show any emotion. “Why do you want to know you like him more than a friend?” I turned away looking around. I hate that she talked so loud and as had to watch what I said to her because I had already be beat up because someone thought I was gay. “Just asking that all.” I said when I turned back. “Well if you do just tell him. He like us you know.” I gave her a question look and she sighed. “You know bi.” I felt my pulse quick and didn’t say anything. The bell ringed and I head to my next class which David and I shared. During class I could not stop myself from taking peak at him as the teacher told. When the bell finally ringed I got my stuff and head into the hell. Someone grabbed me by my shoulder and slammed me against the lockers. “Saw how you kept checking that guy out in class fag.” Three of the worst kids in school moved to surround me. “I don’t want any trouble.” I know it was stupid to say because they didn’t care if they got in trouble. Well they beat the shit out of me but at least I got a few good licks in before I was knocked to the floor. “Get the fuck off him.” I barely had the strength to look up but my heart picked as I saw David running over. He shoved one of the kids away. “What the fuck is wrong with you.” “Hey we did you a favor asshole. You should have seen this fag checking you out.” I felt my face redden and duck my head down to hide it. Luck for us three teacher showed up and pulled the trouble makers away. A head appeared in my sight and I grabbed. David pulled me to my feet and slung my shoulder around his. “Come on I give you a ride. You need to go to the Hospital?” I spit the blood out of my mouth and shock my head. “Thanks for helping.” He laughed as he helped out of the school into the parking lot. “Hey what are friends for.” When we got to his car and we pulled out he looked over at me. “So was what he said true where you checking me out.” I turned away not know what to say. I know what my girlfriend had said but she had a way of making shit up. “Kind of, yeah.” I finally said. He pulled into my driveway and I show that my parent where out. “You got a first aid kit? So of those cuts are really bad.” I nodded and lead him to my bathroom. He had skillful hands because he managed to clean and bandaged my cuts. “Thanks for everything.” I tried to walk away but hand on my shoulder cause me to turn. He pushed me up against the wall and held his face about an inch from mine. “You just the kind of guy I like.” Then his lips where on mine, I kissed many girls in my time but this was my first time with a guy and boy did it feel good. I guess it was at that moment that I finally stopped fighting who I was. My hands tangled in his long black hair as I pulled his face towards mine and deep the kiss by sliding my tongue into his mouth. His touch mine and the little air I had in my lung left me. I spun until he was against the wall and moved my hands slowly down until I came to his chest. That was when I heard the door close. “Mike.” my mother voice called out. I jerked back and tried to fix my hair. “My parents don’t know about me ok.” He moved close to me and lean forward until his mouth was near my ear. “Then why don’t we continue this at my place tomorrow?” I bite my lip and nodded as I lead him out of my room. “Oh god Mike what happen?” My mom rushed up to me and grabbed my face. “Just some asshole at school. I’m fine so don’t worry. David brought me home the held me bandage them up.” She thanked David and I walked him out. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow and I hope more of you after.” He words made me shiver. He pecked me on the cheek before getting in his car and leaving. When I got back inside my mom was cooking. “That was nice of David to help you out like that.” I smile and nodded. “Yeah we had planned to get together and study for a test on Friday but with this we push it off to tomorrow so I won’t be home for dinner is that ok.” She nodded and I held back to my room. The next day I was a ball of nerves waiting until the finally bell of the day. When it came he walked over to me. “Ready to go.” To nerves to speak I nodded and we left school. I was quiet as I rode with him to his house. “Is something wrong?” “No it just that I never really done much with a guy before and never with someone I really liked.” He smile and leaned over. “Don’t worry I take it easy on you.” The way he said it sent shiver down my spine. We got to his house and he led me down to the basement which was his room. I barely had time to say anything before his lips were on mine and his tongue was down my throat. He reached up until his hands were on my face and started pushing me back towards his bed. The back of my legs hit the bed and I fall back. “So you never done anything like this before.” He said as he pulled his shirt off. I was so lost in his muscular chest that I couldn’t speak. He crawled up until his lips where on my again and I move my hands to his back. Like they had a mind of the own my hands slid down until I had his ass in my hands. I could wait until I feel it without his pants in the way. He leaned back and pulled my shirt off then moved his mouth until he was sucking on my right nipple. The feel sent electric shook through my body. I understood why girl like it. He switch to the other as my hand fought to unbuckle his belt. He leaned back so I could move room and start unzipping my pants as well. I finally managed to get his belt loose and his pants undone. I push them down as far as I could with my straddle me like he was. I reached back and pulled him back to me then slid my hands under his boxers. He moaned when he felt my hand grab and squeeze his ass. “I think my and your pants need to go.” He said as he jump up let them fall to the ground then he pulled my off as well. The he caught my eyes and removed his boxers. His erect cock popped into view and I hear the gasp the left my mouth. He had to be eleven inches long and three inches thick. I swallowed a little afraid of it. “Don’t worry I said I go easy on you.” It didn’t help me any but it did give me the courage to move until my mouth was near it. I reached out and slowly start to stroke it feeling the warmth the radiation off. I move until my tongue tasted the tip of it. Then I felt his hand move until they were on each side of my head. He pushed forward and I felt his cock glide over my tongue. It was the first time having a dick in my mouth and the taste was a little bitter at first but soon it didn’t matter. As he rocked his hips I swirled my tongue and sucked as hard as I could. When I felt the head touch my throat I took a deep breath and swallowed feeling it slid down. “Oh god I thought you never done this before.” He grunted as he forced his cock in my mouth faster. It was true that it was my first time giving a blow job but I training my throat with a dildo I hide in my room. His grunts grew louder and I know he was close to cumming. “Oh god I about to cum.” He shouted and I grabbed his ass pulling in further into my mouth. The first stream shot down my throat almost make me sick but I held off. I pulled back until only his head was in my mouth and his shot three more giant gulps of cum in to my mouth before pulling out all the way. He laid down on the bed panting. “That was not bad at all for you first time.” I leaned back and kiss him pushing the little cum I had left into his mouth and he sucked my tongue clean. “Now how about I returned the favor.” He said as he moved until his head was at my cock. I held my breath when I felt his wet tongue move down to my crotch. He took my how eight inch cock in one try. His tongue dance around my cock and he pick up speed as he moved his head up and down. The pressure build and my balls tight up. “I’m cumming.” And like I had he just kept going. The first shot was like a volcano shoot more cum then I have ever had. When I had stop he move until his face was near mine and he let my cum drip into my open mouth before sealing it with his lips. After he broke the kiss he laid down next to me. “Well for you first time with a man I think this is a good point to stop for today.” He laughed as my face drop. He grabbed my face and pulled close to him. “Oh don’t worry I'm going to have you over here a lot. No other guy at our school can deep throat me and I really want to be the first the plows that hole of yours. I smile and drift off to sleep next to him. To Be continued

It was almost two years later when I finally decided that I could not liar to myself anymore. I was in tenth grade at Southern Vance High School and I meet a boy by the name of David. He was cute, fun, and a joy to hang with. I hung with him more and more as the days pass and I started seeing him in a new light, but I had no idea if he was into guy because he had a girlfriend. It was during lunch time and I was hung with my girlfriend Ashley. Ashley was bi as well so I know her girlfriend all thou she would never let the two of us be alone. At the time she was the only one who knew I was as well. Anyway I was talking about David to her. “Yeah I know him, he in my France class.” I look up at her. “What do you know about him?” I ask trying not to show any emotion. “Why do you want to know you like him more than a friend?” I turned away looking around. I hate that she talked so loud and as had to watch what I said to her because I had already be beat up because someone thought I was gay. “Just asking that all.” I said when I turned back. “Well if you do just tell him. He like us you know.” I gave her a question look and she sighed. “You know bi.” I felt my pulse quick and didn’t say anything. The bell ringed and I head to my next class which David and I shared. During class I could not stop myself from taking peak at him as the teacher told. When the bell finally ringed I got my stuff and head into the hell. Someone grabbed me by my shoulder and slammed me against the lockers. “Saw how you kept checking that guy out in class fag.” Three of the worst kids in school moved to surround me. “I don’t want any trouble.” I know it was stupid to say because they didn’t care if they got in trouble. Well they beat the shit out of me but at least I got a few good licks in before I was knocked to the floor. “Get the fuck off him.” I barely had the strength to look up but my heart picked as I saw David running over. He shoved one of the kids away. “What the fuck is wrong with you.” “Hey we did you a favor asshole. You should have seen this fag checking you out.” I felt my face redden and duck my head down to hide it. Luck for us three teacher showed up and pulled the trouble makers away. A head appeared in my sight and I grabbed. David pulled me to my feet and slung my shoulder around his. “Come on I give you a ride. You need to go to the Hospital?” I spit the blood out of my mouth and shock my head. “Thanks for helping.” He laughed as he helped out of the school into the parking lot. “Hey what are friends for.” When we got to his car and we pulled out he looked over at me. “So was what he said true where you checking me out.” I turned away not know what to say. I know what my girlfriend had said but she had a way of making shit up. “Kind of, yeah.” I finally said. He pulled into my driveway and I show that my parent where out. “You got a first aid kit? So of those cuts are really bad.” I nodded and lead him to my bathroom. He had skillful hands because he managed to clean and bandaged my cuts. “Thanks for everything.” I tried to walk away but hand on my shoulder cause me to turn. He pushed me up against the wall and held his face about an inch from mine. “You just the kind of guy I like.” Then his lips where on mine, I kissed many girls in my time but this was my first time with a guy and boy did it feel good. I guess it was at that moment that I finally stopped fighting who I was. My hands tangled in his long black hair as I pulled his face towards mine and deep the kiss by sliding my tongue into his mouth. His touch mine and the little air I had in my lung left me. I spun until he was against the wall and moved my hands slowly down until I came to his chest. That was when I heard the door close. “Mike.” my mother voice called out. I jerked back and tried to fix my hair. “My parents don’t know about me ok.” He moved close to me and lean forward until his mouth was near my ear. “Then why don’t we continue this at my place tomorrow?” I bite my lip and nodded as I lead him out of my room. “Oh god Mike what happen?” My mom rushed up to me and grabbed my face. “Just some asshole at school. I’m fine so don’t worry. David brought me home the held me bandage them up.” She thanked David and I walked him out. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow and I hope more of you after.” He words made me shiver. He pecked me on the cheek before getting in his car and leaving. When I got back inside my mom was cooking. “That was nice of David to help you out like that.” I smile and nodded. “Yeah we had planned to get together and study for a test on Friday but with this we push it off to tomorrow so I won’t be home for dinner is that ok.” She nodded and I held back to my room. The next day I was a ball of nerves waiting until the finally bell of the day. When it came he walked over to me. “Ready to go.” To nerves to speak I nodded and we left school. I was quiet as I rode with him to his house. “Is something wrong?” “No it just that I never really done much with a guy before and never with someone I really liked.” He smile and leaned over. “Don’t worry I take it easy on you.” The way he said it sent shiver down my spine. We got to his house and he led me down to the basement which was his room. I barely had time to say anything before his lips were on mine and his tongue was down my throat. He reached up until his hands were on my face and started pushing me back towards his bed. The back of my legs hit the bed and I fall back. “So you never done anything like this before.” He said as he pulled his shirt off. I was so lost in his muscular chest that I couldn’t speak. He crawled up until his lips where on my again and I move my hands to his back. Like they had a mind of the own my hands slid down until I had his ass in my hands. I could wait until I feel it without his pants in the way. He leaned back and pulled my shirt off then moved his mouth until he was sucking on my right nipple. The feel sent electric shook through my body. I understood why girl like it. He switch to the other as my hand fought to unbuckle his belt. He leaned back so I could move room and start unzipping my pants as well. I finally managed to get his belt loose and his pants undone. I push them down as far as I could with my straddle me like he was. I reached back and pulled him back to me then slid my hands under his boxers. He moaned when he felt my hand grab and squeeze his ass. “I think my and your pants need to go.” He said as he jump up let them fall to the ground then he pulled my off as well. The he caught my eyes and removed his boxers. His erect cock popped into view and I hear the gasp the left my mouth. He had to be eleven inches long and three inches thick. I swallowed a little afraid of it. “Don’t worry I said I go easy on you.” It didn’t help me any but it did give me the courage to move until my mouth was near it. I reached out and slowly start to stroke it feeling the warmth the radiation off. I move until my tongue tasted the tip of it. Then I felt his hand move until they were on each side of my head. He pushed forward and I felt his cock glide over my tongue. It was the first time having a dick in my mouth and the taste was a little bitter at first but soon it didn’t matter. As he rocked his hips I swirled my tongue and sucked as hard as I could. When I felt the head touch my throat I took a deep breath and swallowed feeling it slid down. “Oh god I thought you never done this before.” He grunted as he forced his cock in my mouth faster. It was true that it was my first time giving a blow job but I training my throat with a dildo I hide in my room. His grunts grew louder and I know he was close to cumming. “Oh god I about to cum.” He shouted and I grabbed his ass pulling in further into my mouth. The first stream shot down my throat almost make me sick but I held off. I pulled back until only his head was in my mouth and his shot three more giant gulps of cum in to my mouth before pulling out all the way. He laid down on the bed panting. “That was not bad at all for you first time.” I leaned back and kiss him pushing the little cum I had left into his mouth and he sucked my tongue clean. “Now how about I returned the favor.” He said as he moved until his head was at my cock. I held my breath when I felt his wet tongue move down to my crotch. He took my how eight inch cock in one try. His tongue dance around my cock and he pick up speed as he moved his head up and down. The pressure build and my balls tight up. “I’m cumming.” And like I had he just kept going. The first shot was like a volcano shoot more cum then I have ever had. When I had stop he move until his face was near mine and he let my cum drip into my open mouth before sealing it with his lips. After he broke the kiss he laid down next to me. “Well for you first time with a man I think this is a good point to stop for today.” He laughed as my face drop. He grabbed my face and pulled close to him. “Oh don’t worry I'm going to have you over here a lot. No other guy at our school can deep throat me and I really want to be the first the plows that hole of yours. I smile and drift off to sleep next to him. To Be continued

Two day later I was sitting in class when something caught my attention at the door. David was waving his arms like a mad man trying to get me to see him. “Miss. Troy can I please go to the restroom.” She waved he hand and I walked out. As I entered David grabbed my arm slamming me into the wall then pressed his body up against mine. His forceful nature had become unstoppable after he found out that I wanted it rough. The problem was that I didn’t want it rough I need it. I wasn’t happy or excited without it. As he held me against the wall I felt my breathes came fast as he stared into my eyes. His mouth smashed against mine and his tongue forced its way in my mouth. When he pulled back I saw a glint in his eyes that I had never seen before. His breath brushed against my skin as he neared my ear. “It’s been a very long day and I need a blow job.” I felt the power of his voice sinking into me lighting a fire with in me. “We really shouldn’t be doing this in school.” While his voice was enriched with power my shook from desire. He pulled back and I thought we had finish messing around until the back of his hand slipped me across my face sending me to the ground. “I wasn’t asking.” It was clear that he was in control and every bit of my mind screamed in protest my body responded with pleasure. The back hand knocked me several feet away from him. Without thinking I crawled back to him and started working on his zipper. When I finally managed to get his dick out I slowly took him into my mouth let his dick slid over my tongue feeling the large vein that run alone it. His hands grabbed my hair and he shoved his whole cock down my throat before pulling back and doing it again. He kept it up for about three minutes before he unloaded his cum. “Mmm that was good.” He said as he put his cock away and zipped up his pants. He held out a hand for me and he pulled me up. He rubbed the side of my face and his face took on a different look. “Oh man I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hit you that hard.” I reached up and ran my hand along my cheek. It felt wet and when I looked at my hand I saw blood. I walked over to the mirror and my jaw drop. A large cut ran down the side of my face and blood was flowing from the wound. I hadn’t even felt it until now. It must have been his class ring. David got us signed out of school and took me the ER where I got eighteen stitches. We were driving back home when he pulled the car over. “Mike I sorry about that and I understand that you’re mad at me but I need you to know I never meant to hurt you like that.” I was staring out the window lost in my own thoughts so I didn’t even hear him talking until he grabbed my shoulder. “Please talk to me Mike I’m so sorry.” “Sorry about what?” His face filled with confuse. “For hurting you.” He said as he lightly rubbed my cheek next to the bandage. “Don’t worry about it.” I turned back to the window. “How can I not worry about it, I got so carried away in back there that I didn’t watch what I was doing.” “I said don’t worry about it.” I hoped he would just leave it alone but he wouldn’t. “Well you seem mad and if I was you I would too I just want to…” I snapped my head toward him. “Don’t. If I want an apology then I would say so.” He started to open his mouth again but stop as I jump out of the car. “I’ll see you at the house.” I heard him calling out to me as I started walking toward the woods. I had been on a high ever since the restroom and his telling me he sorry shattered it. I hated myself for how I felt back in there how much pleasurable it was to be slapped like that. The pain of it set my bones on fire with lust. What the hell was the matter with me? It was about an hour later that I heard the thunder over head and started toward the house. When I arrived the rain was coming down in buckets. I pulled out my keys and stop as I near the door knob. My hand fall as the first tear dropped from my eye. I took a sit on the steps not even caring that I was getting soaked. I wasn’t even sure how long I was sitting there before I heard Amy’s voice. “Mike?” I turned to find her watching me from the door. “Why are you sitting in the rain?” I quickly turned away and wiped my eyes. Then think how stupid that was. “What the matter?” Her hand squeezed my shoulder trying to get me to come inside. “Something is wrong with me.” I said barely above a whisper. “Come inside Mike. David and Richard are out looking for you, so it will just be us. I felt her hand pulling me so I got up and followed her back inside. She took my shirt off and wrapped a towel around my shoulders. When she went to unzip my pants I moved away from her. “Just relax ok.” He voice was gently but something else was there too. In less than a minute she had me complete naked. I saw her eye me and I felt my dick started to get hard. When I went to turn she stopped me. “You don’t have anything to be ashamed of.” Then her lips lightly pressed against mine. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. When I felt her nipples I pulled back and stared into her eyes. “I did have another reason for letting you stay her. Richard a good husband but he hasn’t touched me in years. She unzipped her dress letting it fall to the floor. Two things popped out at me. One she had on no bra and her D-cup breast really got my blood flowing and two her pussy was completely shaved. This I know because she was wearing panties. She dropped to her knees and took my dick in her hand. At the touch I laid my head back and let out a groan. She really knew how to hand a cock but when she let it slid into her mouth I almost cum on the spot. David was good a sucking a cock and so was Ashley, But Amy was a master of it. The way she sucked me had me ready to come in a matter of moments. I cried out as I unloaded more cum then I had ever come before. She leaned back on to her heels and smiled up at me. That was when we saw the two set of headlights as two cars pulled up the drive-way. She grabbed her Dress and jumped up. “Meet me tonight in the shad out back. I ran down to mine and David’s room and wrapped a robe around me just as David come ran down the stairs. I smile and kissed him. I should have felt guilty about what happen but I was just feeling excited about later that night. To be continued.

Sonia On a full moon night Sonia was walking in the jungle alone, Cold and Scared and it was getting dark. She started hearing noises but she couldn’t really tell what it was. She could feel eyes just watching her from behind and following her, but at the same time she thought it was just paranoia and kept going; hoping she would get to somewhere soon. It was getting too dark and she was desperate to find a place to rest for the night. As she was walking she saw an open area with no trees. She walked towards it so at least she could see better since it was too dark in jungle. As she got out of woods she saw a small cottage on the other side of a small creek. It was pretty dark and she couldn’t really tell how deep the creek was but she tried to cross it since there was no other option. She took the first step and the creek was deeper than she thought. Cold water ran between her legs as she crossed the water. It was deep enough to almost reach her breasts. She hurried and ran to the cottage. She bang on the door and called to see if anyone would open the door. “bang bang! is there anybody there? Can you please open the door, its dark and cold out here.” No one answered the door. She went to the window but they were covered with heavy curtains from inside. She could tell there was no light coming from inside. As she looked around, the place looked kind of abandoned even though it looked like it used to be a nice little cottage with no more than one room. She tried to push open the little green entrance door but it was nicely locked. She took a look around to see if there were any more cottages around but the place was surrounded by trees. Tired and hungry, she tried to find a place to sit in front of the door hoping the owner would show up and let her stay for the night so she could continue her way back to Anahita, a small town with a temple where people went to pay the priests so they pray for them to gods like Zeus, Aphrodite, Apollo and Athena, but she wanted her prayers to be addressed to Demeter. People brought anything they could, gold, silver, shiny stones, food and even farm animals, and they asked for health, love, and wealth, but she was going to ask for rain for her family’s farm. She was the oldest out of her sisters and that was why they sent her. Her mom could not walk that far and her dad had to take care of the farm that had mostly dried and had become useless since there hadn’t been a drop of rain for months. Her dad was a middle age farmer and her mom was a few years younger. Her sisters, Anastasia and Pandora were each 18 and 17. In fact Anastasia’s birthday was coming up in two weeks; her sister was born exactly the same day she was born 21 years ago. She knew the best gift to take back with her would be dark clouds that would rain over the whole village and her dads land. As she tried to find a place to sit she saw a few big clay jars under the window. She tried to grab one of them to put in front of the door to sit on. As she moved it she saw a key under it. She quickly grabbed the key and tried it on the lock. It worked and she pushed the door open. Inside looked pretty dark. She walked in and she could barely see anything. She opened the curtains and let the moon light brighten the room a little. Once she could see better she walked towards the large fire place that occupied the whole wall on the right side of the cottage and found some matches on top of the fireplace. She gathered some dried branches left of the floor and stack them up on each other put some thicker pieces of wood on top of them. She lit branches on fire and watched it grow bigger. She closed the curtains and locked the door before taking look at the place. It was a little brighter now with the fire burning in the fire place. It looked like an old ladies living room. As she stood by the entrance she could see the fire place on her right. A big couch that looked almost like a bed was in front of her, facing her. There was a dining table on the side of the couch. On her left was small chest. Looking around she saw a few thick candles. She grabbed two and lit them. She placed on the dining table and one on chest. It was much brighter now. It was dusty but cozy. First thing she tried to do was to look into the chest to see if there were any dried cloths in there so she could get out of her wet cloths but there was nothing in there. She decided to take off her clothes anyways so she wouldn’t catch a cold. She unbuttoned her dress and pulled it down just to unveil her firm big breasts. She completely took her dress off and placed it near the fire. She also sat near the fire to stay warm. In front of the fire place there was a big brown carpet that appeared to be wolf skin. As she laid down she could feel the heat of fire on her skin. It felt so good feeling warm and dry. The wood fire was at its peak and it was getting very hot. She could feel it burn her nipples. She moved back a little and it was perfect. The heat made her feel sleepy and after walking for almost 12 hours she was pretty tired. Next thing she knew, she was dreaming. But it was funny because she knew she was dreaming. It was a very clear dream and for a second she believed it was reality. But her logic didn’t let her believe it for long. She was already in Anahita, right in front of the temple. She was in the same green dress but it was not wet. But it couldn’t be. She didn’t remember passing through town walls and buildings or walking the rest of the way or even leaving the little cottage she had just stepped into. But she was there already and that was what was important. She rushed inside the temple. It was a huge building with big columns on its sides. Inside was empty. As she walked in she could hear the echo of her steps. The place did not feel as she imagined. She had always heard from the people of the village that the temple was a very busy place and it had more priests than any other temple in Thessaly. She called to see if anyone was there. “Excuse me. Is there anyone here?” No one answered to her call. She started to look around but the temple had a very large, but simple architecture. It was the biggest arena she had ever seen. All around the walls were big columns and chairs, where priests sat and took what people had brought for them in exchange for prayers. At the end there were many big statues of all gods. The biggest one was Zeus. All the other gods were lined up besides each other right behind him. All the statues were enormous. After not being able to find a priest she decided to pray herself. Since there was no one around she decided she could get as close as she could to Demeter’s statue and pray for her dad’s farm. As she approached the gods she bowed and approached Demeter. Once she passed Zeus’s statue she saw a set of stairways heading down behind the statue. She decided to try and go down to see if there is anyone to help her. At the end of the stairways was a thick old wooden door. She knocked on it and called a few times but no one answered. As she pushed on the door, it opened slowly, making little noise. Steam started coming out of the mysterious room. It was much warmer and humid down there. There was a long hallway with three doors in it. She walked down the hallway and could hear some noise. It sounded like a big group of people were talking and laughing. She wanted to knock but she was afraid. She didn’t even know if she was allowed there. So she decided to walk away, but suddenly she started hearing moans. The sounds shocked her but she couldn’t help but turn around and try to listen through the door. It sounded as if they were having a good time. There were small conversations but she couldn’t hear what they were saying and every now and then she could hear a woman moan loudly or breathe heavily. She decided to bend over and try to peek from the crack of the bottom of the door. There were at least twenty people in there and they were all bare footed. She could also see some of men or women were on their knees, kneeling in front of someone else. The sound of moans grew louder and louder and sounds of smacks and screams got added to them. She knew what was going on but she couldn’t believe it. They were definitely having sex. A large group of people; how could they? In a temple? As she peeked through the crack, she saw one of the men lay down on the ground. He was completely naked with his penis completely erect, pointing to the air. Her jaw dropped. It was not the first time she had seen a man’s penis since she had seen the village boys washing themselves in the rivers but this one was different. I was much larger than other men, it was ticker and longer and its head was swollen and wet. As she was staring at the man’s cock she saw a woman stand over his body and land her body on his cock. She held his cock up straight and took it all the way in. his hands grabbed her ass and helped her go up and down on his cock she put her hands on his chest and started doing it even faster. It was a beautiful image. A man and a woman pleasing themselves with each other’s bodies, she please herself with his big cock rubbing the inner part of her pussy while he pleased himself with her pussy tightly rubbing his cock. She started imagining how it would feel to take that cock inside her. The naughty thoughts of getting fucked started getting her wet and she just wanted to touch herself. As she was bending on her knees and picking through the crack she start touching her pussy and feeling how wet she had gotten. Now the man was grabbing the woman’s breasts, she couldn’t see her breasts but she knew that was what he was doing. Sonia started rubbing her pussy faster and closed her eyes just imagining the man’s cock, as if she was there bouncing on him. Suddenly she felt a hand grab her ass, she got scared and gasped for air, tried to turn around to see who was grabbing her ass. But he held her pony tail and did not let her look at him. “What are you doing here?” he asked with a thick voice. He sounded like a guard. “Nothing just came to pay for prayers for Demeter. It hasn’t rained for a long time in our village and I…” “Shut up” he cut her. “What are you looking at?” “I was looking inside to see...” “I guess you like what you’re seeing” he cut her again. She didn’t really have anything to say. “You have seen too much but I know what to do with you” he said. “Please don’t kill me I didn’t see any faces, I didn’t recognize anyone, please” she started to beg. He laughed and sounded entertained by her begging. “I’m not going to kill you. I’m just going to introduce you to these people so you don’t have to peek through the crack.” He pulled her hair and pushed her but he never moved his hand away from her ass. He pushed her through the door and walked inside with her. She couldn’t really look around since he was still pulling her hair so hard she had to look up. But as she walked into the room all the noises stopped. All the moans and smacks. “Look what I found peeking through the door. This one is a curious little whore” he said “We should teach her a lesson” a feminine voice replied. He walked her to the center of room and let go of her hair. For the first time she could see the people around her. First thing she did was to remove the guys hand from her ass cheek. He gave her an evil smile and kept looking at her ass. He was a guard. He looked like a very strong rugged man. But she didn’t really care as her attention was taken by more than thirty people naked around her, touching each other, kissing each other, sucking and licking each other and fucking each other. There were couples fucking. There were women kissing and touching each other, and there were women being pounded by two or three guys, they were men who were being pleased by two or more women. The room only had a few candles in it but because of all the white marble it looked pretty bright. The room was filled with white beds and white couches. The man who had brought her inside whispered: “this outfit is not proper for this party” and grabbed her dress and ripped it off. It happened so fast she couldn’t even hold on to her dress. The fastest thing to do was to cover her big breasts but what about her round ass. It was all for everyone to see. “This is better” he said. He ran his fingers on her back all the way to her butt cheeks before he left the room and left her alone, naked and defend less in between all those Horney men and women. The two women who were making out had stopped and were talking to each other and looking at her. Then one of them stood up and came close, softly held her hand and pulled her towards them. She followed her and sat next to them. The second woman was still lying down and looking at her when the first one went back to work by starting to suck on her pretty breasts. She seemed to enjoy having her breasts being sucked; she closed her eyes and put her hand on Sonia’s leg. The woman started to kiss her body and move towards her pussy till she was in between her legs kissing her lips. She was moaning next to her and seeing someone being pleased like that had turned Sonia on a bit. She started licking her pussy when the second woman moved her hand up and touched Sonia’s vagina. She let out a moan and held on to the woman’s hand. She looked at Sonia and said “You’re pretty wet” that caused her to get embarrassed a little but she forgot all about it as she started to massage her pussy. It felt so good and she was right, she was wetter than any other time. She opened her eyes and looked at what the other woman was doing and she was passionately licking and tasting her pussy. As if she was hungry and that’s all she could eat. She started to look around again. Next to her there was a tall man standing and in front of him two women kneeling, one sucking on his cock and the other one licking his balls. His balls looked pretty big as they covered most of the woman’s face. The other one was having a hard time to take his cock down her throat but he would push her head down. As he put his hand on her head to push her down on his cock Sonia noticed how big his hands were. Not only his hands but as he took his cock out of her mouth to put it in the other woman’s mouth she saw his huge cock, it was much bigger than the last guy she saw. As she were watching the big guy please himself with those two beautiful women and their tight throats she didn’t notice that the other two women were right in from of her. The first one started sucking her breast and the other one started to kiss her lips, her lips were wet and tasted great. She realized the woman who was kissing her was the one who was eating the other woman’s pussy a minute ago. Sonia couldn’t control herself anymore and started kissing her back and tasting her lips. She closed her eyes and just enjoyed her lips being kissed and her breasts being sucked and hearing the other two women gag on the tall guys cock. She started to touch the woman who was sucking her breasts, She squeezed her breasts. They were big and soft. Sonia couldn’t help but to be more attracted to her since she was prettier, and had bigger breasts and she had just tasted her pussy on the other woman’s lips. They helped her lay down and the woman who was kissing her lips moved down on her and started kissing her other lips; it was hard not to moan loudly. Finally the prettier woman put her knees on each side of her head and lowered her body to her face; Sonia held her butt cheeks and tasted a woman’s vagina for the first time. It didn’t have a strong tasted to it but it tasted so good, it felt so wet and it was all over her face already, she could feel the other woman digging inside her pussy with her tongue, the woman on top of her started to move her hips on her mouth and rub her pussy against her tongue, She didn’t really know how to please a woman but she was trying her best to do everything she thought would feel good. She grabbed the woman who was eating her and pushed her head onto her pussy, Sonia let out a moan so did she. The woman on top of her sounded really pleased and her moans got louder and faster and she started almost pounding her face with her pussy. Until she gave out the last and loudest moan and Sonia started tasting a sweet juice, it was amazing, she could not stop eating and tasting it. She had never had anything tasting this good before. She held her face and got off of her. The other woman who was eating her gave a few last kisses to her pussy and left. The pretty woman stood up and reached for her hand. She held her and stood up next to her she gave her a kiss and walked her to the tall man. He was done with those other women and now he was just eating some grapes. “look what I have for you” she told him. He turned around, he was still hard and his cock was pointing right towards her. She couldn’t help but to stare at that big cock. He had a darker tone skin than other men in that room with black hair. “She is indeed beautiful” he replied. “are you done for today or can you go on longer?” she asked. He smiled as if he knew she was trying to tease him by saying so. “you should know me by now” she knelt in front of him and looked up to Sonia, she did the same and knelt next to her. Both of them were now on each sides of his cock and it was so big that she couldn’t really see the woman’s face as his cock was covering most of her view. The woman grabbed his cock and slowly felt it all over. Gave it a few passionate kisses and slowly stroke it. Then she pointed his cock right in her face. She didn’t really know what to do but started kissing its tip and held his balls from under. “Open your mouths “he demanded. she did as he told her, he slowly pushed his cock inside. She raped her lips around his cock and it tasted amazing, it turned her on so much and she wanted to taste all of his cock suddenly. She let out a moan and he heard it “good girl” he replied. He put those big hands on her head and started going back and forth. He slowly went deeper and started hitting the back of her mouth with his cock. He let out a moan and she opened her eyes and looked up to see the man she was pleasing. “you look even prettier with my cock in your mouth” he said and that made her feel so proud of pleasing a man that she didn’t even know. she looked down to his cock and she could see the other woman sucking on his balls. He started to push his dick deeper and now he was hitting the back of her throat with his cock. she started gagging a little and tried to pull back but his hands were holding her head. His hands were so big her head looked like a grapefruit comparing to them. He started fucking her throat faster. It was hard to believe she was only taking a little more than half of his cock down her throat. He got even rougher and pushed his cock even deeper, it seemed impossible for his dick to go deeper but he pushed and pushed and suddenly his cock jumped a little farther down her throat as if it had managed to pass through something tight. He stopped going back and forth and just held on to her head and pushed in. she closed her eyes and just pulled her tongue out as there was no more space for it inside her mouth since his cock was taking all the space. She didn’t know how deep he was until she felt his balls on her tongue. How could it be? How could he fit it all in her throat? Her lips were stretched, her mouth was stretched, her jaw couldn’t open any wider, her throat was stretched and her saliva was drooling on her breasts. Tears had started dripping down her cheeks. He finally took his cock out and it took a while for his cock to come out all the way. She gasped for air. She had held her breath for a long time. But for some reason she knew she wanted more. But she had to wait her turn. Now he put his cock in the other woman’s mouth. She didn’t wait for anything and started deep throating his cock right away. The cock that took so long for her to take in all the way was going in and out of her throat balls deep and at some point he was pounding his balls to her chin. One hand on her head he put the other hand on Sonia’s head and directed her right to his balls. She started sucking on them, taking them in one by one and tasting them. Then he grabbed them both by their hair and put their lips on each side of his cock and made them go back and forth on his cock. She could taste her salvia on his cock. While he was pleasing himself using them both, she decided to see how wet she had gotten. her hand reached down to her pussy and felt it. It was dripping wet, literally. He directed their head by pulling on their hair and made them suck his cock one by one. Sonia was so turned on and curious to see if she was as turned on as her, she reached from behind and felt her pussy. She was as wet as she was. It turned her on even more that she was turned on by the same man she was turned on by. He lifted them both and made them lay back on a white leather couch next to each other. He got in between Sonia’s legs and started to rub his cock against her pussy. They were both ready. He grabbed his cock and slowly pushed in. its head was in and he continued to push in, she could feel his cock fill her up. He started going back and forth and his balls started hitting her asshole. She had her legs wide open, she had her hand on his wide chest and the other hand on the naked woman next to her, feeling her skin. She closed her eyes and just started enjoying his cock. “You like it?” the woman next to her asked. “I love it, I love his cock fucking my pussy” “fuck me, fuck me” She started to tell him. He started to pound her harder. He was getting faster and her pussy was feeling so wet and warm, she started feeling the woman next to her and moved her hand down her pussy and started to rub her pussy. He grabbed her neck and said “you’re a good little whore.” “oh yes I am, I’m a good little whore, fuck your little whore” she replied. He was much bigger than her and every time he would pound her a wave would go through her whole body. He slowed down and took his cock out of her pussy and moved next to her. Now it was the other woman’s turn. He was not as gentle with her as he was with Sonia. He started to fuck her hard and fast from the beginning and she sounded very please and started moaning loudly. He told her to get on all fours and wait her turn. Even waiting for that cock made her hot, him telling her what to do turned her on so much. As he pounded her he put his hand on Sonia’s pussy and pushed his index and middle finger into her pussy and started to wiggle it around. It felt so good, his hands were so big that each his fingers felt like little cocks. As he fingered her he pushed his thumb in her ass. It was little painful but it didn’t stop her from enjoying it there. She relaxed as he pushed it in all the way in her ass, “it’s really tight” he said “We should save it for Zeus” he continued. She opened her eyes, “could he mean THE Zeus?” That couldn’t be, how could he know him? Who were these people? She was taken away from those thoughts as she felt his big cock push into her and started fucking her from behind. He held on to her ass tightly and started to fuck her hard. Even though she had never done it she always thought she would like to get fucked from behind. Like an animal, and he was indeed and animal. He put his hands on her shoulder and fucked her even harder. Her big breasts were wiggling around as he pounded her ass from behind. He was moaning so loud. He again took his cock out and started fucking the woman next to her the same position. “I always like to fuck you like this Athena” he said. Sonia turned and looked at her. She had her eyes closed, her hair was being pulled from behind and getting fucked hard. Certainly not the picture she had in her head from Athena, Goddess of wisdom, warfare and reason. “And I always enjoy you fucking me like this Apollo” it was hard to believe her ears. Surely it was just a fantasy. They probably liked to name each other after the almighty gods. Before she could react, he reached and pulled her by her hair making her get under and in between the other woman’s legs, as close as she could to her pussy, she was so wet that every time he would pump his cock in, little drops of her juice would squirt on her face, they started to get loud and he started to pound harder and harder. He suddenly took his cock out and released his cum all over her face, it turned her on so much that she opened her mouth and he came even more in her mouth. His cum was warm and tasted great. It was so fulfilling swallowing his cum. What they had both worked hard for, and a way for him to show he was pleased to let her have his cum. It tasted better than anything, he pushed her head towards his cock and made her start sucking it, it was even better sucking his cock with her testy juice all over it. He pushed it down her throat and led out a sigh. He was done but she kept sucking and wanting more. He smiled as she sucked his cock. “Don’t worry. Zeus will give you more” he said. END OF CHAPTER I

I woke up to a pounding on my door. “Wake up Matty”, my mother yelled out. “We’re leaving in 10 minutes, and if you’re not ready there’s going to be hell to pay.” An empty threat that I knew my pushover mom would never follow through on. None the less, I really did need to get out of bed. My dad wouldn’t be quite so forgiving if I didn’t. It was a warm, sticky, summer morning. The sun was peeking in through my blinds, as if to remind me that I had slept in much too late. It was the first Saturday of summer vacation after finishing my junior year of high school. A glorious day that should have been rewarded by sleeping in late, relaxing in the comfort of my bed, and maybe even stroking my rock-hard teenage morning wood that was pitching a tent in my sheets. Unfortunately, there was no time for that. My big sister, Alex, had just finished up her freshman year of college. Of course, the burden of moving all of her belongings out of her dorm room, and back into our house for the summer had fallen on my parents and I, which was the reasoning for the rude awakening distributed by my mother. I threw off my sheets and stood out of bed. After a nice, long, morning stretch, I looked down at my still erect cock, as if to say, I’ll take care of you later. Wasting no time, I quickly put on an outfit made up of gym shorts and a tank top. My shoulders and biceps had benefited from all of the football workouts throughout the off-season, and I secretly hoped some of the girls at Alex’s school would notice me while I helped move her out. I hadn’t seen my sister since she came home for Christmas break, and even though I would never admit it, I was excited to have her back home for the Summer. Throughout our childhood, Alex and I had always been close. Even though there were endless arguments, and your typical brother-sister fights, at the end of the day I always knew that Alex had my back, and she knew I had her’s. Alex had shocked both my parents and I when she broke the news that she would be going to college in Minnesota, many hours away from our home state of Michigan. With her good grades, community service, and knack for writing amazing admission essays, she could have had her pick of schools, but I had always thought she would stay close to home. I had never realized how much I truly cared for my sister, until my parents and I unloaded her into her college dorm room and waved goodbye as she began her freshman year. So, I promised myself that I would appreciate the months that I had with her home over the summer, and even try not to complain about that fact that my first Saturday of summer vacation would be spent moving her out of her dorm room and back into our house. Now fully dressed, and my still hard penis pumped full of teenage hormones tucked securely behind the elastic waistband of my shorts, I opened my bedroom door and bounced down the stairs. My mom and dad were already waiting for me in the car, eager to get on the road and start our drive to Minnesota. I opened the door to our spacious SUV, and slid into the back seat. Even though it was an enormous car, I knew we would need every inch of it to fit all of my sister's belongings. Although she was what some people might describe as a minimalist, Alex had quite the collection of textbooks, journals, and other school supplies when we moved her in at the start of her first semester, and I could only imagine what she had accumulated over the course of her freshman year. The trip to Minnesota was long, quite, and predictably uneventful. My parents engaged in chit-chat, discussing their summer plans, and excitement to see Alex and have her home. I spent most of the trip looking out the window and daydreaming about all the fun that summer months would bring. Freedom of homework and tests, cute girls in bikinis at the swimming hole, sneaking beers from my dad’s mini-fridge, and maybe even losing my virginity to my girlfriend. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we arrived at the campus and pulled into the parking lot to my sister's dorm. Standing at the side of the building, with a huge smile on her face, and arms full of the fist load of her belongings, was Alex. I couldn’t help but notice how stunning she looked in the late afternoon sunlight. Her light blue eyes were wide with excitement, and her straight blonde hair waved freely with the summer breeze. She had clearly managed to pull herself away from the library, where I guessed she had spent a large portion of her time during her first year, and enjoyed some of the nice summer weather, as her long, toned legs and freckled face shone with a glowing tan. She waved at us as we pulled into a spot, clearly just as happy to see us, as we were to see her, and shouted out, “you made it!” As soon as I stepped out of the car I felt two arms wrap around me, and my sister's warm body squeeze into mine, as she gave me a long-awaited, welcome back hug. We held each other for a moment, just long enough to let each other know we were happy to see one another. As we broke off the hug, Alex put her hand on the top of my head, ruffled up my hair and whispered, “I missed you, Matthew.” She was the only person that ever called me by my full name. To everyone else I was Matt or Matty, and I hated when anyone else called me by my full name. Anyone except for Alex. My parents called me Matthew when I was in trouble. My friends called me Matthew when they wanted to annoy me. But when Alex called me Matthew, it was like she was saying, I know who you are, the real you, and I’ll always be here for you. “I missed you too”, I responded. We held each other's gaze for another moment, and then she looked over to my parents and back to me and said, “well, let's get started”. The next several hours were spent by the four of us hiking up the stairs to Alex’s dorm room, gathering as many of her belongings into our arms as we could, and hauling it down to the car. Alex worked at an amazing pace, never stopping to catch her breath or take a break. She was in just as good of shape as I was, which was incredible considering I had been working out every day to stay in shape for the upcoming football season. Before long, it turned into a competition between Alex and I who could carry down more items in one trip. I shamelessly watched her tight round ass bounce up the stairs after each trip. It was technically her fault, after all, that I didn’t have a chance to get a jerk off session this morning, and why I was so enticed by her nicely sculpted figure. I had never really thought of my sister in a sexual way, but I would have to be blind to not notice how stunning she was. Playing soccer and running track throughout high school had kept her body in great shape, and she had a natural glowing beauty that required no makeup to attract attention. She could have had her pick of the boys at our high school, but Alex’s focus had always been targeted on school work and sports. I wondered to myself if that had changed since moving away for college, and what type of adventures she had had in her first year. By the time we had loaded everything into the car, Alex and I were glistening with sweat and the once spacious vehicle was now full to the brim, leaving only one spot open in the third row of seating. “Well, looks like we’ll have to leave you behind”, I joked to Alex. “Yeah right”, she shot back, “Mom and Dad love me way more than you, we’ll leave you here.” She flicked me as she said it, and I flicked her right. We started to play fight before our dad broke us up and said, “alright that’s enough. At this rate we won’t be home until midnight. You too will have to lap up. It’ll be uncomfortable, but you’ll survive.” Alex and I looked at each other, coming to the realization that it was our only option. “Fine”, Alex playfully responded, rolling her eyes. “I guess I can sit on the stinky little twerp.” My mom and dad got into the car, and I crawled into the remaining back seat that Alex and I would have to share. Alex jogged back towards the dorm, yelling be behind her, “I have to go say bye to one of my friends. I’ll be right back.” After waiting for several minutes in the car, my father started to get impatient. He looked back at me and grumbled, “go see what’s taking your sister so long”. Reluctantly, I worked my way back out of the car and headed towards the dorm. After looking around some of the hallways for Alex, I heard her voice coming from one of the rooms. Just as I was about to reach the doorway of the room she was in, I realized she was talking to a boy. I stopped short of the room, not wanting to interrupt, but also curious to hear the context of the conversation. “I’ll really miss you this summer, Jake. Maybe I can even talk my parents into getting the car for a weekend to come visit you”, I heard my sisters say. “I’ll miss you too, Alex. I’ll be thinking about this beautiful face of yours every time I close my eyes”, the boy responded. I was caught off guard to hear someone talk about my sister that way. Apparently, Alex had allowed her interests to included the opposite sex during her freshman year. Then I heard the undeniable sound of smooching lips. Unable to contain my curiosity, I peered my head around the doorway. There she was, my sister Alex, making out with her “friend” Jake. As I watched their tongues collide, and slip into one another's mouths, I couldn’t help but wonder what it might feel like to have Alex’s tongue touch mine. To feel her mouth press up against mine, and hear her moan quietly, as she softly bites my lower lip, just before pulling her mouth away. I felt blood rush to my quickly hardening cock, which was now noticeably bulging out of my shorts. A wave of emotions washed over me. Curiosity, of what those soft lips would taste like. Envy, that Jake got to know, but not me. Embarrassment, that these thoughts were directed towards my sister. But most of all, desire. Desire, to feel someone that I love so much, someone so beautiful and kind, show that they love me too. And as my sister quietly whispered, “I love you, Jake”, I couldn’t help but imagine that instead, she had whispered, “I love you, Matthew.” The two of them held each other for a few more moments. I told myself that it was the fear of my fathers annoyment and anger, but deep down I knew it was my jealousy of Jake that caused me to clear my throat, and step into the doorway. Surprised to see me, and slightly embarrassed, my sister quickly blushed and broke off the hug with Jake. “Hey, umm, Dad’s getting pretty antsy so we should probably get out of here”, I awkwardly spoke to my sister, trying to avoid eye contact with the boy who I now knew to be Jake. “Oh, sure, sorry”, she responded. Alex turned back to Jake and softly said, “see you soon”, and quickly walked out of the room. As Alex and I made our way back to the car she turned to me and said, “just don’t tell Mom and Dad, okay?” “Yeah, okay. You better come up with a good story of why you need the car for the weekend though”, I joked to her. “Otherwise Dad will never let you have it”. Alex winked at me and said, “good call Mathew.” The sun went down leaving a pink glow behind us as we set off for the journey home. Alex and I had somewhat awkwardly tried several different positions with her sitting on my lap, trying to find the most comfortable one. Finally, we got settled as she straddled my legs and I wrapped my arms around her body, for lack of a better place to put them. With Alex’s belongings packed from floor to roof, my parents could just barely see the tops of our heads poking up. As we got onto the highway, my mom turned around and asked, “you guys okay back there?” “Yeah, we’ll survive”, I responded. Alex and I had always been pretty close growing up, and weren't too uncomfortable with one another's body. We always shared beds when going on vacations or staying in hotels, so having Alex sit on my lap wasn’t the end of the world, and after seeing her this afternoon, I secretly enjoyed having her warm body against mine, just a little bit. To help pass the time, Alex and I talked about our plans for the upcoming summer, and filled each other in on what we had missed during her time at college. I tried to nonchalantly ask her about Jake and get some information about how serious their relationship was. She didn’t give away much, but said that they had met pretty recently and things had just picked up towards the end of the year. I wanted to ask her how far they had gone physically, but couldn’t work up the nerve. Alex and I were always very open with each other, and growing up we had frequently asked questions about the opposite sex. For some reason though, it felt that it would be inappropriate to ask Alex about her sex life, and I didn’t want to make things awkward with us trapped on top of each other. About an hour into the car ride, we hit construction. The road went down to one lane on a temporary road, which was rough and bumpy. The car vibrated and bounced as we crept along the slow stretch of traffic. My dad audibly huffed in annoyance, and turned on the radio. As the car bounced up and down, so did Alex. Her perfectly shaped butt unintentionally grinded into my crotch. With her wearing a sundress, and me wearing a thin pair of shorts, there was very little separating our bodies from one another. I held onto Alex a little tighter, trying to keep her from bouncing so much, as I was quickly getting aroused, but it only made our bodies bounce together in unison. I silently prayed that the construction zone would end soon, as the feeling of Alex’s body grinding into mine was making it increasingly more difficult not to stir sexual thoughts in my mind. Unfortunately, my prayers were not answered, and a few moments later the road became dramatically more rugged, causing the car to vibrate even more vigorously. Alex’s body shook in my lap, and her crotch grinded into mine. Then, all of a sudden, I heard an unmistakable moan escape from her lips. She instantly put her hand up to her mouth, trying to muffle the sound, clearly embarrassed by the unintentional noise that had escaped. Over the loud music and noisy road, neither of my parents had heard her, but I had. My sister's face turned beat red as she looked back at me and whispered, “sorry.” We made eye contact, and lost for words I silently shook my head to tell her that she didn’t need to apologize. But her moan had instantly sent a thousand images into my head. The sexual feelings that I had been trying so hard to avoid, were now taking over. Despite my best efforts to shift my mind elsewhere, in my head, I saw my sister. She was on my lap, exactly as she was at this very moment. Her skin was bare, not a thread of clothing on her. Her body bounced, slowly. Her firm, perky breasts swayed with her, ever so slightly, as if in slow motion. Her thumb and index fingers came together to gently pinch each of her round, aroused nipples, slowly twisting back and forth. And as the sensations become too strong for her to contain, she opens her mouth, and moans “Matthew.” It was just my imagination, but it was the most erotic image I had ever created. And then I felt it. All at once, every last drop of blood in my body rushed to the same place, as if in a race to get there. My penis swelled, more engorged than it had ever been before. And pointed directly upward, landing perfectly between my sisters legs. Now it was my turn for embarrassment . My cheeks grew hot, and I opened my eyes to see my sister looking back at me. I had expected her look to be one of anger, or disgust. But it wasn’t. It was something else, that I couldn’t quite figure out. Before I could study her face any longer, I quickly whispered back to her, “sorry.” She met my gaze with the same look I had given her when she let out her moan, as if to say, don’t worry about it. We both knew we couldn’t control the situation we were in, as the car continued down the bumpy road, with no end in sight. Alex kept her mouth covered with one hand to try to prevent any more noises from escaping. My rock hard erection was now sliding directly between Alex’s legs with each bump of the car, and I could feel her warmth spreading into my body. The car continued to shake, and I could feel Alex’s legs shaking just as hard. The vibrations of the car, along with my dick sliding against her crotch were a combination that made it impossible for her to contain her arousal. Now, I could feel a different sensation against my cock. An undeniable dampness was spreading from between Alex’s legs, through my shorts. I couldn’t believe what was happening. My sister's pussy was dripping wet, soaking into my cock, The situation had presented itself so quickly, that there was no time to over-analyze what was happening. Yelling over the loud music of the car, my mother called back from the front seat, “sorry about the construction, hopefully we’ll be through it soon.” Luckily, she didn’t turn around as she said it, otherwise she would have seen my sister's face, with her hand covering her mouth, trying to hide an expression that I could only imagine to be a look of pure ecstasy. Alex must have realized it too, because in one quick motion, she pressed her arms into the seat to lift up her body, just long enough to spin around so that her legs were now straddling mine, with our bodies facing each other, so that the only thing my parents could see was the back of her head. As she did this, her skirt lifted up and rested on either side of legs, making her soaking wet underwear and my thin shorts the only thing separating our naked bodies. My cock was now pressed up against my stomach, and with each bump, I could feel Alex’s pussy slide along the length of it as her hips gyrated uncontrollably into mine. The warmth and wetness between our bodies grew with each touch. Alex kept her mouth covered, but I could still make out her soft moans as her body started to tremble. Our eyes met for the first time, and we exchanged a look that spoke a thousand words. We both knew what was happening. We both knew that there was no getting out of this situation, whether we wanted to or not. But what I could have never predicted, was what was about to happen next. Alex leaned in close to me, so that her lips were only inches from my ear. And as her entire body continued to tremble, she whispered the most beautiful words I have ever heard. “Mathew, I need you.” She leaned back and stared into my eyes as our bodies collided with each bump of the road. I was utterly lost for words. So instead, without taking a moment to overthink, I let my body respond, and gave her a slow nod of my head in approval. We both knew what was about to happen. And now, we both knew we wanted it to. Alex ever so slightly lifted up her body, and used her hands to free my throbbing penis from the waistband of my shorts. She looked down and her mouth opened ever so slightly, as she moaned in approval at the sight of my thick cock, with precum glistening around the tip. With her body still hovering over mine, she looked back at me and gave me a nod, silently telling me what to do next. I grabbed her waist on each side, and felt the thin band of her panties. Gently, I grabbed them, and slowly slid my hands down until they were down around her ankles. I looked down at my sisters body, studying every inch of it in a way I never had before. She was beautiful. Breathtaking. And as I ran my hands along her flawless, soft legs, I could now see her soaking wet pussy, dripped warm juices, just inches away from my penis. There was a small patch of blonde hair just above her clit, which was swollen with excitement and anticipation. She had perfectly symmetrical puffy pink lips, glistening with wetness. Somehow, I managed to tear my gaze away, and I looked back up into Alex’s soft blue eyes. We held each other's gaze, sharing a look that neither of us had ever shared before. A look, of pure desire. Slowly, Alex moved her face towards mine, while at the same time lowering down her hips. After what felt like the longest moment of anticipation in my life, her lips were so close to mine that I could feel the heat of her breath. I was so focused on her mouth, that I had almost forgotten about the rest of her body. Then, we touched. Simultaneously, she pressed her mouth against mine while also lowering down her hips to place her warm, soaked pussy right at the head of my cock. We stayed there for a moment. Our lips parted, and we shared a kiss of pure lust. Our tongues intertwined, and just when I thought the sensation in my body couldn’t get any more intense, I felt Alex slide down the entire length of my shaft, grabbing the back of my head to push her lips harder into mine, as she lowered. Then, I was inside her. Inside my incredibly, irresistible sister, Alex. I could feel her pussy clench tightly around my cock, and drip down onto my balls. We were going to make a mess. She moved her face away from mine, grabbed my hand, and used it to cover her mouth. The car continued to shake as we traveled down the road. Our parents, and other families in their cars just feet away from us, but completely oblivious to what was happening in the back of ours. Alex began to lift up her hips, letting my cock slide almost all the way out of her, and then lowered back down until her lips splashed against the puddle of her juices that were now flowing down my legs. She moaned into my hand with each bounce of her body, and each shake of the car. The vehicle shook so violently that neither of us even needed to move and yet my cock was still hammering in and out of my sisters tight pussy, our hips grinding into each other with each bounce. Thank goodness my dad had turned on the radio, otherwise he and my mom would have easily heard my sisters pussy squelching against my body. Alex’s legs were shaking uncontrollably, and I could feel her wet, puffy lips start to tighten around my cock. She leaned close to my ear again, while still grinding her body into mine, and while trying to control her voice, which was shaking with pleasure, she whispered, “somethings going to happen.” She leaned back, and I slowly nodded again in approval, not knowing what to prepare for. At this point, her pussy was completely clenched around my dick. I could feel my balls start to tighten. Her moans were close to sending me over the edge, but I was trying to hold onto my orgasm for as long as I could, wanting to give my sister the release she needed. Alex grabbed both of my hands and put them over her mouth, clasping hers over mine, trying to conceal the screams of pleasure escaping from her lips. Her legs began to shake. She slammed my dick into the back of her pussy with amazing force, and then, her pussy erupted. Warm juices gushed from her lips and splashed between us. Alex screamed into my hands, her orgasm taking complete control of her body. The sensation of Alex’s squirting pussy sent me over the edge, and I felt myself explode hot ropes of cum, deep into my sisters pussy. Spurt after spurt shot out, as Alex’s continued to gush onto my dick. Our bodies trembled together, as we let our orgasms roll through us. Finally, Alex collapsed into my arms, and I held her tight. We stayed like that for several minutes, my cock still deep inside of her, as we came down from the bliss of our orgasm. Alex slowly lifted her body off of mine, as our juices continued to drip out. She let my cock slip out of her, and sat back down into my lap. Leaning into me, she kissed my lips, gently, and whispered, “I love you, Matthew.” “I love you too”, I whispered back. And as if on cue, we felt the car stop to shake, as we exited the construction zone, and glided smoothly back towards home for what was sure to be an eventful summer. Hope you enjoyed the story! It's my first one, so tell me what you thought. I think there could be plenty more adventures with Matthew and Alex...

It started out as another day for me. My name is Damon. I'm about 5'11 and 14 with a long buzz cut that is brown with blonde natural highlights in the front with blue eyes. I'm not skinny because I weigh 155 pounds but has a big natural chest and broad shoulder. I had an average sized gut but could see the two abs. I also had a lazy eye and wore glasses because I was near sighted. I got up at the regular time as always 5:30 in the morning,went in the other room,got my phone,put it on porn since no one ever got up with me and never is up, and watched it with my 8" hard as a rock. I heard a tap on my window and froze instantly. I felt a slow cold shiver go up my spine as I heard rustling of the bush by my window. I didn't move till I had to get dressed which I did. I wore baggy khaki pants with a blue collared shirt with blue shoes.I grabbed my bag, walked outside which was little lit ,And walked to the bush by my window. I didn't see anything at first but looked closer to see prints of what looked like dog feet but bigger than a dog. And there was only two prints then it faded into the grass. I looked around and saw nothing but I knew something was watching him but couldn't tell what it was. I shrugged it off"probably nothing" I said trying to reassure himself. I got on the bus and during the ride heard that people had been mauled and partially eaten. This got me wondering even more...the prints...maulings...I was trying to sum it all up but my friend named Tayla nudges me"hey Damon you okay?" I looked at her and smiled"I'm fine just thinking of a test I got today"trying to lie She must've bought "okay just don't forget to place the stuff on the stage" "since when have you cared?" "since I now have to be on that stage!"she moved her hand around. Tayla was a big girl with huge boobs(from a large C to large D). She had the best black ass a man could want and her lips were fat juicy. I would know this because we used to make out and grab each before I got a girlfriend. Damn I loved those days! When we made out I would grab her breasts under her shirt and flick my thumbs over her nipples till that were huge! And even rubbed her pussy through her skirt and panties a few times. I knew she liked it when she protested because she only got wetter, but she would never do anything more which only pissed me off. While on the bus I talked to everyone saying I was good friends with everyone, but there was one downside. Since I was in 9th grade the upper grade girls wouldn't talk to me. They thought I was inferior but as soon as they were horny they came to me. They always came. They knew I had a fat 8" cock that was always ready yet one thing made them always come to me....that I had more stamina than any other guy in school. I was living the life. On top of the sex life I had a great girlfriend. Her name was Emily and She had deep brunette hair with natural blonde tips that always smelled like roses. She turned all the guys heads because her face was always bright,sexy,and happy. Her chest had 32 C cup and for a 14 year old I'd say that is pretty good. Her ass was a little bit more on the small side but was muscular due to all of the sports she did. Her eyes were cinnamon brown which could melt anyone's heart when she did the puppy dog eyes and her skin was naturally tanned. She was 5'9 1/2 and did modeling sometimes. I walked up behind her and pulled her to me and kissed her neck"hey angel" She jumped and turned around and kissed me on the cheek"hey baby" "how did you sleep last night?"I said as we started to walk down the hall. She was wearing a tight shirtwith a mini jacket thing that girls wear with a black skirt. Our school made guys wear dress pants and a collared shirt whereas the girls had to wear decent clothes with A skirt that went below or to the knees. She said in her graceful voice"I didn't sleep to good. I had a nightmare again" I stopped"what was it about this time" She looked at me with a fake smile"it's nothing baby" "if it has to do with you it is now what was it about?"I made sure I had the sound of command in my voice. "you and me were together at a party in the woods...we heard a howel and everyone stopped dancing and looked around. We all saw glowing eyes in the woods and we all gathered in a circle as they closed in. Some of the things in the woods were standing on two legs and some on all fours. They slowly came into the light and looked like a werewolf like you see in movies. They all came at us and started to tear everyone to bloody pieces. You saw an opening and we both ran; as we were running we heard noises behind us and saw them chasing us. We kept running but one jumped from a tree and caught you. I stopped and watched you as you died..."she started to cry. I pulled her to me and embraced her in my arms."that's not all...when they stopped mauling you they stood by your body and you slowly got up and started laughing. You looked at me with blood red eyes and turned into one of those things!" she started to cry even harder. I held her even closer"nothing will ever happen angel. If anything does I'll be your guardian angel and if I'm not an angel then I'll be your guardian demon" She chuckled which brought my heart to ease a little"you better be or I'll bring you back to life and kill you myself". I smiled and kissed her forehead and wiped away her tears gently."I need to get to class baby"she said slowly. "okay angel I'll see you later"I let her go and watched her go. My mind went to thinking about school. I walked down the hall,got my books,and walked toward my class. Suddenly someone jerked me into the bathroom as I walked by it and locked the door and pushed me against the wall. I was startled and pushed the person away. "what's wrong? Don't want me now?"the female said It was Veronica,I call her Ver for short."Damn Veroniva! Least you could do is let me know a little ahead of time before you grab me and slam me against a wall" I rub the back of my hand where I can feel a bump now. "sorry. Maybe I should make it up to you"she unbuttons her blouse and exposes her B cup breasts. She wasnt wearing a bra. For a 11th grader she was only 5'4 and her breasts were small but she made up for in her ass which was huge. Her craziness in sex helped also."c'mon are you gonna fuck me or stand there lookin at me?" I said. "oh challenge accepted"She walked up to me swinging her hips. She slowly rubbed her small hand down his shirt and gripped the top of my pants as She smashed her lips into mine and forced her tongue into my mouth as their tongues fought for dominance over the other. With ease I won and moved from the wall and then pressed her against it. I lifted her up with one arm and grabbed her right breast with the other. I was able to cup her entire breast in his hand which made her moan through the kiss. I pulled away from her warm mouth and set her down to allow her to get what she really want...my dick. She undid the Khaki pants and unzipped my pants to see his huge erection bulging through my boxers."yummy" she said as she pulled it out and licked the tip of my tool,as she did this it pulsed uncontrollably. She slowly put her lips around it engulfing the head which brought a moan from me. She looked up and had a smile and went farther down my rod till it was completely engulfed. It was like heaven,out of all the girls she could suck the best. She started to suck which made me want to cum right there but I stopped myself. Her left hand moved to her pussy which she started to play with and the right hand began to fondle my balls. I was loving it and grabbed her head and began to push in and out of her mouth syncing with her sucking movements. I could tell I was about to cum because of the feeling of my balls churning. Apparently she could tell as well as she started to suck harder and faster. I looked down as I heard more and more soft moans from her,she was fingering her self fast as hell which made me cum then. I yelled"I'm CUMMMING!!! Fuck!!!!" I blew my first rope of cum in her mouth which she swallowed with eased; rope after rope of thick,creamy cum filled her mouth but she swallowed it almost instantly. She stood up and licked her fingers as my cock was getting soft. I brought her up to my lips and kissed her gently tasting my own cum mixed with her taste of her own juices made it delicious. I lifted her up to the sink and sit her down and got on my knees and looked at her glistening slit which was practically gushing with juice...sweet,delicious juice. As you can imagine I dived right in licking the deepest recess which brought loud moans of pleasure from her. As I was licking I brought my fingers to her flit and started to play with it: pinching,pulling, and even flicking it which made her cry in pleasure"Oh my god!!!!! Ohhhhhhh". She pushed my head in as far as possible. As she said this her body tensed and squeezed my tongue. Juices flowed out which I drank as if I were a man who hadn't had water in weeks. She became limp but my cock was at full attention. She opened her eyes and saw I had lined it up to her entrance"yes please give me that fat cock!". I was more than obliged as I slid on fully to the hilt. Her arms and hands shot out and went behind her to brace herself against the mirror as she moaned loudly. I quickly set up a pace which her moans became simultaneous with. She pushed back matching my thrusts only making her moan more and more. Her body became tight as her pussy tightened around my cock and she moaned load to where it was almost a scream. This sent me over the top as I came again filling her pussy with hot cum which made her moan as the vibrations through her body lessened. This is where my reputation came. I pulled out with a pop and pulled her off the sink and made her bend over. My cock was already hard again as I looked at her ass. Since my cock was already lubricated with her juice I lined my dick up to her asshole."no! Not there. I've never been fucked up the ass. It'll hurt too much". "it'll get better. Trust me" since it was her first anal I went slow. I put the head in which made her tear up and wince in pain. Her ass muscle was squeezing my head to the point of almost pain but upmost pleasure. I slide my rod in a bit more till fully buried deep in it. Her winces became more of moans as it got deeper and her muscles relaxed which allowed me to move. I slowly moved in and out which made her moan more. I don't know if it was my imagination or not but it seemed like she was pushing back into my cock. I didn't care either way,I was fucking this ass whether she liked it or not. I got faster to where I was slamming hilt deep into her and her moans became louder than ever. I reached my hands under her to cup one breast in each hand as I fucked her. She moaned in approval as I fucked her ass. I was getting close to cumming after about 20 minutes of this. I grabbed her waist after letting go of her breasts as my breath became ragged which allowed me to slam harder and deeper. She moaned and moaned and moaned till I pushed harder than ever into her ass as I moaned and shot my thick load into her ass. She passed out due to the pain,pleasure,and cum. I picked her up and put her in a stall with her panties and skirt down around her ankles to make it look like she was going to the bathroom which also allowed the cum to ooze into the toilet. I picked up my pants and put them on and slowly went out the bathroom feeling better and proud of myself. I went through the rest of the day normally and got off my bus. The walk to my house was 1/2 mile and woods were between me and my house. I was walking the road as it was getting dark. I had the feeling from the morning that someone or something was watching me. I stopped and looked around till I was satisfied no one was watching. I started walking a little faster still feeling uneasy. I heard a howl from behind me which made me start running. I then heard something hitting concrete, through the running I looked back to see a huge wolf running towards me which made me run faster. I was almost home when the wolf jumped on me and made me fall to the ground with a shatter. I was out of breath as I looked around to see the large brown wolf. It looked like a wolf but it wasn't somehow. It charged at me,in the second I had I rolled out of the way and lifted myself up to start running. I took only a few steps and felt a sharp pain in my leg. The wolf had clamped on my leg which made me fall down. I rolled over and kicked the dog square in the nose which made it yell in pain but growl and jump on my body. It was tryin to bite my have but I was holding it away but it was able to clamp on mt shoulder when my hand slipped from the side of its face. I screamed in agony as I started to savagely punch the wolf. It didn't let go at all but started tearing. I looked to my side and saw a rock. I grabbed it quickly and hit it upside the head which caused blood to seep through its fur. It jumped back and was getting ready for another attack when I heard a howl. It hesitated but growled at me and ran into the woods. I quickly got up and ran home. My mom had to work double shifts so wouldn't be home till 3 I the morning. I was an only kid and I never knew my dad so I was home alone. I locked the door and grabbed the machete out of my room and checked all the doors and windows. Once I felt safe I took a shower screaming in as I felt the wound burning. Once out I bandaged it up,but it was getting hard to concentrate on things now. I set the house alarm and with my machete went to my bad and went to sleep. I had nightmares of what happened earlier that day. I awoke the next morning with a pain in my shoulder where the wolf bit me but other than that I felt fine. I walked in the bathroom and turned the light on. What I saw made me scream.... That's the first part. Depending on rating and views I'll keep it going.

Hi, I'm Damien. I'm about five foot two, relatively well developed with shortish blonde hair, and blue eyes. I was looking after my sister Sasha for three days, as our parents had gone to Birmingham. I had to cook and clean, but that was no problem. I was walking to Sasha's school to pick her up, and got to the gate in a little over ten minutes. I could see her and her friends playing outside. I enjoyed watching her playing "it" in the sunlight, seeing her waist long blond hair fan-out around her and her green eyes sparkle in the sunlight. I watched her for about a minute before walking through the gate and waiting for her to see me. She saw me quickly, and skipped up to me with a grin on her face. "Hey Damie, will you wait while I get my stuff?" she asked. "Sure, Sash." I replied. She grinned again, and hurried to the cloakroom to get her bag. We left, and decided to get a drink from the store on our way back. We got a can of coke each, and waited in the small queue. As we waited, I noticed my sister's gaze drift to the "ADULT" section of the magazines and newspapers. There was some pretty dirty stuff up there, and I wanted to get her attention away from it as quickly as possible. "Hey Sash, want anything else?" I asked, in an attempt to pull her out of her daydream. She looked at me with a startled air, and said "Unh... no thanks." I noticed that after that, she stopped looking at the porn. When we got home, Sasha ran up to her room, while I went down to the basement to give my punchbag a headache. After skinning my knuckles for about twenty minutes, I went back upstairs for a snack and a shower. I went into the kitchen to raid the fridge, then went into the washroom to get a towel and get rid of my dirty clothes. I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. While I waited for the water to get warm, I thought about Sasha looking at the porn magazines. I hoped that it was just curiosity, and that she wasn't "active" or getting false information about sex. I got into the shower, still pondering, and washed myself. While I was in the shower, I thought that I heard a creaking sound, but ignored it. The water was in my eyes, so that I didn't see Sasha until she tapped my shoulder. I turned around and stare at her. She giggled, then "SASHA!!" I yelled. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING??!!" She tripped backwards, suddenly scared, and I caught her, feeling her soft flesh press against my hands. I almost threw her out. "GET DRY, AND GET OUT!!!" I shouted, and closed the curtain behind her. I was shaking with something that I guess was shock, and I could hear Sasha sobbing as she left. I felt really guilty for yelling at her, but wouldn't anyone have done the same? I got out, dried off, and went upstairs to change. All the while, I could hear Sasha crying in the next room. I shouldn't have shouted at her. Eventually, I went to her room and knocked. "Hey, Sash?" I called. "Can I come in?" I got a rather cold "Yes." In reply. I entered my little sister's room, and saw her curled-up under her blanket. "Mind if I sit here?" I asked, sitting at the foot of her bed. "Actually, could you sit here?" asked Sasha, patting the top of her bed, nearer to her. I obliged, and placed my hand on her blanket. "Look, I'm really sorry that I yelled at you, but you can't do things like that: I'm your brother, not your boyfriend." Sasha looked up at me, then hugged me. I lifted her up, and hugged her back. She moved over to sit on my lap, and stared shifting-around to get more comfortable, or at least, that's what I thought. "I'm really sorry, Damie." she said, and rested her head on my chest. Now, her shifting-around was giving me an erection, and I was hoping desperately that she wouldn't notice. Also, my sister's blanket was slipping down, and exposing the top of her chest. I realised that she hadn't got dressed. Now, my sister had me in such a position that if I let her go, she would fall onto a wooden crate on her bedroom floor. "Hey, Sash? Maybe you should get off me now..." I told her, and tried to get up, but she held onto my neck and rolled over, so that she was effectively pinning me to her bed. She felt my erection beneath her, and giggled. "Is that for me?" she asked. "Is what for you?" I asked. "You know exactly what!" she replied. I was getting a little desperate now: I could easily have gotten her off me, but I didn't want to. My little sister leant-in and brushed her lips against mine. As she did so, my cock twitched. Sasha giggled, and sank down, towards my jeans. She unzipped them, and pulled my boxers down. My erection sprang-out, and Sasha put her hand lightly on it, grinning a grin that most people would get locked in a room with soft walls for. "Sash!" I said "I don't think-Omygod!" that was as far as I got because my sister had pushed her head a far over my cock as it would go. She gagged a little as it hit the back of her throat, and pulled back just a little. She then started pumping back and forth with her head. The feeling of her mouth around my cock was amazing, and I could feel that ache that you get in the muddle of your shaft just before you cum. "Sash! I'm going to cum!!" I shouted, and then I did: spewing at least five jets into my sister's mouth. To her credit, Sasha tried to swallow it all, but most of it just oozed around my cock and out of her mouth, dribbling down her chin and chest. She swallowed the last mouthful, and worked at my shaft some more, cleaning it, before she let it come out of her mouth. I gaped as she sat up, and rubbed all of the cum on her neck and chest in, and she then leant over to kiss me, hard and passionately. I could still taste myself on her.

All six of us woke up around the same time, only because one of us tried to get up and tried to not wake up the rest of us with failed miserably. We dressed cooked breakfast and geared up for the tournament. *Knock, Knock, Knock* I went to the door to answer it. Mr. Owens: Ah, good you’re all ready, well then let’s go shall we? Kyle: Yea, let’s win this thing guys! The six of us got up and out the door but Mr. Owens stopped us. Mr. Owens: Sorry you four today’s matches are only for teams of two. Adam: You guys have some fun while we’re gone. Mr. Owens led us into a waiting room filled with a lot of other teams of two, it took a couple hours before we were called and by then most of the room had piled out. Mr. Owens: Ok, you two, do a good job out there. I’ll be waiting here for your return. Adam: Ok Mr. Owens. Announcer: Now presenting the final match for today, a fire and ice team versus a team of two wind twins. Adam: Good so we know what to expect, they’ll be just like Matthew, and Kevin. Announcer: Ready? Set? Go! The two wind twins rushed at us, I set up a wall of fire for defense, they easily countered it by blowing it away, Adam solidified our defense with a wall of ice. Kyle: Ok, so what’s the plan Adam? Adam: Well, if they’re just like Kevin and Matthew, then they can’t fight alone, so let’s separate them. Kyle: Ok. We rushed at them we both started to attack a separate twin to push them to opposite sides of the arena. I tackled him, and kept him down trying to continuously break his concentration so he couldn’t do anything, but he landed a lucky punch in my gut and sent me sprawling. The twin immediately rushed over to help the other, I was losing consciousness fast, I saw the twins team up on him, he was hurt badly I had to get to him, I started to crawl I couldn’t move fast enough, I saw one pick him up by the neck, I crawled faster, I knew I was of no use, my body was numb, nothing was responding to what I wanted it to do, I wanted to run to stop them but I was stuck too far away to help. The twin had a devilish grin on his face, and a gleam in his eye, he brought his hand into a drill looking form, and wind formed around it. He brought his hand through Adam, blood was everywhere, Adam coughed up blood as the twin’s hand appeared on his backside. My body responded to the cry of help. Kyle: Adam! Hold on! My mind and body raged with fury as I saw Adam get hurt, I ran over, punched the twin, who hurt Adam, straight in the face, then followed by an uppercut kick to the other twin sending them both sprawling a good couple feet. I knelt down and picked him up in my arms. He was covered in his blood. Adam: Kyle…. Kyle: Yes, Adam, I’m here now, I’m so sorry… Adam: Don’t worry everything will be fine… And with that, he closed his eyes. Kyle: No! You can’t die Adam! Wake up! I won’t let you! I looked up in tears and saw the two twins. Kyle: You two… This is all your fault! Rage engulfed me again, I exploded, fire engulfed the field setting it alight in a fiery inferno, I couldn’t think straight, the only thing I could think of doing was protecting Adam from the blazing inferno and getting him into a hospital wing as soon as possible, I wouldn’t let him die, I couldn’t. I ran with him off the arena floor. A medic was waiting for us there. I saw Mr. Owens behind the medics. He came up to me. Mr. Owens: Kyle! What happened out there! Everything is on fire! Kyle: They hurt Adam, I failed myself… I got into the ambulance with the medic who started doing all these medical procedures on him that I didn’t understand. I followed them all the way up till the doctor told me I couldn’t be in the hospital room till he came out, so I waited next to the door waiting for him to come out. I waited for six hours next to that door, with nothing on my mind but Adam. The doctor finally came out and I rushed in, Adam was asleep, but he was breathing and now for me it was a good thing. I took a chair next to Adam and waited for him to wake up; at some point in time, I fell asleep next to him. Unknown: Wake up Kyle, C’mon Wake up. Someone was nudging me awake, it was Adam. Adam: How ya feeling sleepy head? Kyle: Oh my god! Adam are you ok? Are you feeling fine? Do you need anything? Adam: No silly I’m fine. You’re the one who needs the rest, the doctor told me you we’re waiting in the hall for six hours and another five next to me. He also said that the other four and Mr. Owens are waiting outside, but he won’t let them in, he said that the only reason you were allowed in here was because I was out of critical condition and he didn’t feel that a child should be sleeping in a hallway. Kyle: I’m so sorry Adam, this is all my fault. Adam: Kyle, you just don’t understand do you? Kyle: I don’t know what you’re talking about. Adam: Kyle, you saved me. Kyle: What are you talking about; I’m done with fire it brings nothing but pain, to me and you… Adam: Kyle, fire represents power, light, and healing, it just depends on the person who’s controlling it. Kyle: Thanks Adam. We embraced in the hospital room. And in that moment I knew that Adam was truly ok, he wasn’t putting on some fa?e to make me feel better, I had actually helped him when I felt that I couldn’t. I knew that I was done with the tournament though, I couldn’t take the chance of Adam to get hurt again. I wouldn’t let him, I’d try my hardest to get the best interests fo

Hi, I'm back with another story about my experiences. You might have read my first story about my dog Rocky. This story will be a lot different and it happened about 3 years later. Remember I said I had an affair, sort of, with another woman, Lacy? I'm not quite ready to tell Lacy's story yet, but she is a minor character in this story. Maybe I'll write about Lacy some other time. In fact, maybe the readers can give me some feedback as to whether they even want to hear it. Okay, let me set the scene. I'm out of college and living on my own in a medium sized town. I teach journalism at the local high school. That's what I said, I teach! This story will be about a young boy, Sammy, that I helped through the difficult stages of puberty. I got to know Sammy, or Sam as he preferred, because he had been my paperboy for about a year. This story starts when Sam was 11 years old. It was a crisp Saturday morning in late September and I had just got up and was on my first cup of coffee. I heard a small rap on my front door, as I peaked through the window, I saw Sammy standing there waiting to collect the paper bill. Sammy was a shy kid, cute and I liked him. I opened the door and said you must want some money. He nodded and I motioned for him to come in. I was dressed in gym shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt. I did feel Sammy was looking where maybe he shouldn't. Sit down Sammy and let me find my purse, I told him. When I returned, I ask if something was wrong. He just looked so sad. Nah, not really was his answer. Come on Sammy, we're buds, you can tell me. It's just the other kids tease me about being .... little. That's no big deal, you'll grow. Sammy looked down and said, not little like tall, just little. You know as he looked down. Ohhhhh, I said I get it. Sammy had turned a little red by this time. Look Sammy, that grows too. Just wait and you'll see. To tell the truth, I don't know who was more embarrassed, me or Sammy. I was also somewhat aroused. I'm going to tell you a story that might make you feel better. When I was your age, kids teased me about my big boobs. Sammy cocked his head and said, you don't have big boobs. There you go, maybe size isn't as important as we think, I said to him. Sammy just kind of grinned. This made me ask, so you've been looking at my boobs? Some, he replied, but not a lot. So what do you look at? Sammy hesitated then said, your butt. I giggled when I said sooooooooo, you're an ass man. Guess Sammy uttered softly. You want to rub my butt Sammy? His face was awestruck! Can I? Sure, just remember, there's nothing underneath. I turned and said go ahead, touch. Slowly and reluctantly, Sammy's hand reached out. He rubbed my shorts in small little circles. What's it feel like Sammy? Nice he said. Just nice? Real nice! What are you feeling? Sort of warm. What else? My peter is stiff, he said. That's a hard on, have you had one before now? Yeh, sometimes when I wake up, but it goes away when I pee. Any other time? A couple, mostly at night. What do you do? Well it feels good to rub it. Has anything happened when you rub it? I dont know what you mean,Sammy looked puzzled. Like anything come out? No, nothing like that. Sam, can I call you Sam since youre growing up? I like it better was his answer. Sam, maybe you better stop rubbing my butt. Immediately, there was a look of disappointment. Oh, you didn't do anything wrong. Stand up and look at me. Sam was dressed in bib overalls cut off at the knee and a white t-shirt. Can I see you Sam? You're looking at me now. No, can I see you underneath. I guess he answered slowly. I carefully pulled on strap from his shoulder, then the other. Sam was a skinny kid and the bibs fell to the floor. He wore little boxers with NFL logos all over. I smiled and said, what's your favorite team. Patriots I guess. I could tell he was still hard by the little tent. These too, I questioned. No answer, just a nod. By this time, I was hot and there was wetness in my shorts. Since they were white, I didn't think it would show. I placed a thumb under the waistband on each side and gently slid his boxers down. Like it was on a spring, his little dick sprang free. I almost expected to hear a boing! There in front of me was this little dick about 3" long. Sam was nearly bald with a few curly pubs on each side. Can I touch it, I ask? Guess was all Sam said. I had barely reached it and his hips went back. Did I hurt you? No I couldn't help it, sorry. I reached again placing it between my thumb and forefinger. I started slowly moving my fingers back and forth. Hurt, I ask? Nope, feels kind of good. I lowered Sam on to the couch and slid down in front of him. I gently placed his little dick in my mouth. I heard him gasp. By now my pussy is soaked and I am raging hot. I slid my lips up and down his penis until I had this gigantic orgasm. I know I must have scared the shit out of Sam! Once I had cum, I released sam's dick from my mouth. I knew he was too young to ejaculate. I raised up and gave him a peck on the cheek and said, Sam you just wait, someday a lot of girls will want your peter. Remember this is our secret, ok? Ok, I won't tell and thanks for everything. Sam spent a lot of time at my place after that. We fooled around some, but not a lot. Sam was about to turn 13 when I noticed a lowering of his voice. We were sitting on the couch watching tv one evening when I ask him if everything was all right. Sure, he answered as looked at me as if wondering the purpose of my question. Look Sam, we're buds and share everything. I know your body is changing. Just want to know if everything is ok. After a period of silence Sam ask, do you remember the first time when I was 11? Like it was yesterday was my answer. Can we do that again sometime? Now, I ask? Sure was sam's eager answer. Sam had on sweat pants and I reached over to find he was already hard. Bigger than before I whispered. Yea, a little. I think a lot! I slipped my hand in his loose pants and grasp his dick. It was longer and a lot thicker. Angie, that's me, can I tell you something? Sure, like I have always said, we're buds. I can cum now and I know what you were trying to find out before. No surprise, you're a man now. I slid onto my knees in front of Sam and worked his pants all the way off. His now very hairy dick waved in the air. I bent down and kissed the tip to hear him moan. Then I worked his hard dick all the way to the back of my throat . Sam was rything with each stroke. Oh god, oh god I heard him say. Angie,I'm goin ... Angie, I'm going, then my mouth was flooded with his cum. It tasted good, damned good! The great thing about youth is recovery. Within 5 minutes sam's dick was rock hard again. By now I'm so fucking hot I can't stand it. Take me Sam, take me and fuck me hard I gasp. Sam pushed me to the floor and burried his head in my wet pussy. Wet with my cum and his. His tongue flicked my clit until I thought I could stand no more. Breathlessly I said Sam you got to fuck me now before it's too late. Fuck me Sam I almost screamed. I felt the tip of his dick touch my cunt lips, then I felt him grind his hips on mine. His dick wasn't the biggest I had ever had, but he knew how to use it. Sam thrust and thrust until I screamed like a banchi. I cum almost as hard as I had done years before with Rocky. Then I felt Sam fill me. It seemed like a hot flood in my vagina! After we disembraced, I suggested a hot shower. It felt so good and I noticed Sam starting to get hard again. Sam, I can't do it again. Please don't be disappointed. Sam held me and kissed my lips. When we parted he said Angie, I will never be disappointed in you. As time went by, I saw Sam less. It seemed like no time that he had graduated high school and gone off to college. The paper route Sam once had was taken over by a 10 year old black girl who happened to be my neighbor. I had suspected that she was a precocious puberty girl which is really common among African American girls. Even though she was only 10, her tits looked as big as mine! I did see Sam one more time. He was home from college. He didn't know about Lacy until he walked in on us making out on the couch. At first he was embarrassed, but I can't go on, this seems like another great story! Give me your feedback. Tell me if you liked this story and if you want to know more about Lacy or Serena (the little black girl). Thanks for reading and for all feedback! By the way, Bruno is full grown and lives with me, Rocky still lives with my parents.

Melody was starting to ask inane questions to random people passing bye “Where has Lydon got to; he said he would only be a moment? Will my plane be waiting for me; I should be there now”? She was still sitting alone on a bench inside the covered walkway where Lydon had left her four hours earlier. Her bemused thoughts could no longer grasp the situation; and this particular town centre had become a very lonely place. So how had this situation arisen? What was this girl with a strong American accent doing alone in an English town; and why was she acting so strangely? Perhaps Lydon should explain; after all it was he who had instigated this episode. Let me say from the outset I take care of number one and that’s me; Lydon. My selfishness always includes other people; usually women who are more or less given a good time. The last two weeks was business as usual; meaning money, sex, alcohol and drugs. Of course such pleasurable activities always, but always carry a bill. I just find the whole idea of paying them absolutely dreadful. That is why the assistance of dumb chicks like Melody is greatly appreciated by yours truly. I feel so lucky to be gifted with such wonderful fools on a regular basis by the internet Gods. Certainly I did take advantage of the naive girl; not that I want to tarnish my name completely. She certainly had some good times along the way; in fact I gave Melody an experience she will remember for the rest of her life. There is no way she would have ever indulged in a trip to England without my encouragement. I met her on a website under the user name of L.I.E.; sure enough Melody soon asked why I had such a name. When I told her it meant Loyalty Is Everything; she was putty in my hands. Before you could say “Sucker in the Sack” she had booked a flight to England. I made it clear she was to buy a single way ticket only as I wanted to redeem her money and pay for the return ticket. She was really excited at the prospects of the itinerary I had arranged. It consisted of a three day stay at a top five star hotel; before going on to a famous pop festival; where we would share our body and minds in the intimacy of our tent. Yes she really experienced those things so perhaps I am not as bad as you think. Anyway let’s have some of that flashback music; and I will tell you as it was from the moment I picked her up in my clapped out Renault van. After our smiles and introductions at the local airport we were soon on the seventy five mile journey to the hotel; which was twenty or so mile from the pop festival site. “Hope you don’t mind the old van Melody; I want to recreate the old hippy love in atmosphere of the festivals of old; my two saloons are in the garage for their warranty service”. “Not at all; I think it is so quaint; I just love it”. I had hoped she was not too bright for obvious reasons; but Melody surpassed all my expectations. I had struck gold with this one; in only a short time it was crystal clear she could take lessons from a dumb waiter. That was not the only good news she also had a delicious shapely body and the most kissable lips. “Wow what a beautiful building” she said as we drove up the path of the hotel. “I wanted you to have some luxury before living on the land at the festival; and believe me here you have five star luxuries”. “Lydon what have I done to deserve this; but more importantly what have I done to deserve you? She asked giving me the hug and kiss my actions clearly deserved; in her eyes. What she did not know there was a catch; Oh yes; I could not even afford a bag of chips in a place like this”. Fortunately the manager is an old acquaintance of mine: I shared a trustee prison cell with him a while back. My crime was only a slight misdemeanour; but Captain was somewhat of a celebrity; a finer con artist you will never meet. He tells everyone that he was a Captain in the secretive and special departments of her majesty’s government. That way he is not asked too many questions; which allows his charm to do all the talking. He is happy with his present situation; and has changed from his old ways in order to remain here for the foreseeable future. Thankfully for my benefit he does have a wonderful weakness; something that he can’t change. Captain could bed a different woman every night if he so wished, but he does not want that; he is a voyeur. His predicament seems crazy when you think about it; women would gladly let him fuck the ass of them all night. However if he asked if he could watch them take a bath or finger themselves; the answer would be a definite no. Our cases were taken to the room which had chilled champagne and a bunch of flowers for Melody. It was the fourth girl I had taken to the hotel and was always given this room for a good reason. “What a beautiful room” she gasped as her eyes took it all in. “It is now you are here; enjoy it, treat it as your home. Let me show you the bathroom; I will leave you alone to freshen up”. “Lydon honey you can come in the bathroom with me; we will be sharing a bed”. “Melody it’s been a long journey for you; what sort of English gentleman would I be if I never allowed you a little privacy. I will be right here if you need anything”. Believing I was so very thoughtful she went into the bathroom alone; giving me the chance to go and see Captain. He would be expecting me; and when I entered his private room Melody was already down to her panties and bra. The monitor was working perfectly; it was just like looking through an open window at her. “Top marks Lydon she is the prettiest one you have brought here; well done indeed” he said as we watched her remove her panties. “Captain don’t I always deliver as promised”? I said blowing my own trumpet. “Yes I must admit your form has been splendid this is wonderful viewing; I need to get to grips with something now hope you do not mind”; he said opening his trousers. “Not at all you enjoy her; I will be soon” I replied as he squeezed his cock without actually jerking it. This was my payment for staying at the hotel which included ala carte meals, use of all the hotel facilities and a free bar bill. On top of that I was given two free tickets for a weeks stay at the pop festival; which would have cost me an arm and a leg. It was far too risky for Captain to spy on most guests; but with me working for him inside the room it was a piece of cake. He had shown me exactly where to place the tiny cameras for the best view in all the rooms. He would then make tapes to watch at his own leisure. The girls I had brought here previously were all in his collection; who else he had recorded I don’t know; I never ask questions. “I am looking forward to fucking that” I said as she lathered her self with shower gel. Then she really pleased Captain by slightly opening her legs and peeing in the shower. “Bullseye; what a tremendous sight; I will be replaying that a few times”; his number one love was watching them have a golden shower. After drying she began examining herself in the full length mirror; even pulling her pussy lips apart. Still nude she began applying the scents and sprays before checking her clean underwear. “Captain your cock is harder than mine; are you sure you don’t want to screw her while I sit here? I joked. With a very serious face he gave me my instructions; “Make sure you have the main light on when ever she is undressing or naked; and no blankets over you. I will be extremely pleased if you can finger her ass when you are fucking; with plenty of open leg shots. Try to have her on top as much as you can so you don’t obscure her. Put a towel over the camera when you go to the toilet; but do not forget to take it back off when she goes; if I miss just one of her pisses I will send you the bill”. “Don’t worry Captain; as well as the piss you will see my cum dripping out of that lovely cunt”. “It goes without saying I want to see lots of escaping sperm scenes; she does do anal I hope. Now hurry back to the room before she notices you missing; she is putting her underwear on”. I was happy with my lot; I had three days of eating, drinking and not least of all fucking the lovely Melody to look forward to. I had returned just soon enough to have a glass of champagne waiting as she came out of the bathroom. Wow she was really fuckable; her bra and panties clearly visible in a short see through nighty; and smelling delightful. Needles to say in no time at all her body needed another shower to clean away the juices of fuck smeared across her face, tits and dripping down her thighs. Not that she had another one right then; I soon discovered Melody became randier with each drink. She would literally do anything; so we sucked, licked and fucked continuously until exhaustion set in. We had almost all our meals delivered to the room; we had to we were never wearing enough clothes to go in the restaurant. Room service filled our mini bar up daily; I even phoned them up on the last night for replacements as we had emptied it. Well to be honest I stuffed a few bottles of the good stuff into my suitcase for the pop festival. We would go to sit in the hotel bar for a drink while the room was being cleaned; and our beds made. Our respective cock and cunt did receive a bit of respite from attack when she visited the hotel beauty salon. She was given the full treatment and adored it; but adored me even more because she thought that I had paid for it. It also gave me a chance to see Captain; he was on cloud nine with Melody. I had not noticed probably through being drunk; but due to her huge intake of alcohol she had been going to the toilet with immense regularity. “Great job Lydon; she has hardly ever has any clothes on; I have two tapes filled with her already” he beamed. As we were sprawling on the bed during one of our short rest periods Melody said; “I hope this will not be the only time we will see each other; I definitely want to see you again”. I laughed to myself and thought; if everything goes to plan you will definitely want to see me again; to wring my fucking neck. To her face of course; I agreed with everything she said. Then the night before we left I put my plan into operation; “Melody one of my banks has a branch near the pop festival; they will book your return flight for you. I will pay for it of course and I am going to reimburse the money you paid for your flight here”. “Oh you are such a darling Lydon; but I can’t let you do that; I have not spent a penny since I arrived here”; she said with such sweetness towards me. “It is not even up for question I insist. If you can let me have your bank details; I will transfer the money in; and it will also act as I/D for your return flight ticket”. “Lydon if you are insisting I am insisting too; I must pay for something”. “Alright have it your way if you must Melody; I will allow you to part of the bar bill; but that is all”. “Sure I will pay; we must have spent a small fortune”. “I will accept fifty pounds and not a farthing more: or nothing at all”; I said firmly. “You are simply too generous; but here is the fifty; and I want to buy you something special before I leave” she said before kissing me full on the lips. It was going better than I could have expected; I now had some extra readies that I could do a bit of dealing with. I could have taken more from her; but her money was going to be mine soon anyway; so why rush? Besides it fitted into the grand scheme of things; she must have thought I was loaded and more importantly I had her trust. The other girls I had taken there had all insisted on paying something just like Melody. I always took as much as I could from them. Then I would promise to meet and refund them the following weekend; I would never turn up again though. It is not a bad little scheme; fucking a girl who then pays you anything up to a hundred pounds for the privilege. Of course I can see them again anytime I want; all I have to do is borrow Captains tapes and there they are; ---you have to laugh. First thing was a trip to the supermarket where we stocked up with food and drinks aplenty. We arrived at the festival which was already swarming with people; and was a sea of tents, multi coloured vans and buses. Melody’s excitement was a joy to see; I felt really good knowing it was me making her feel so happy. My old van no longer looked out of place as we set up our camp love nest; everything was brand new from the tent down to the paper plates. She must have been impressed; a further indication of my wealth perhaps? Of course I had not paid for any of it; mail order it’s a wonderful thing. Order and pay promptly for a small item; let them think you are a good customer then wallop; hit them with a major order. I ordered all the gear at my previous lodgings; it arrived ever so promptly just in time to take to my new address. Very good firm I feel compelled to use them again with my new identity; recommended to me by my old one. “Lydon this is so cool; just a canvas between us and all these people”. “Come here while I carry you over the threshold this is our land; I will be in the claims office at first light. In the meantime I already own a claim on your ass and the rest of your lovely body; so I demand to check it out”. We were stripped and fucking within minutes; without a care in the world. We cuddled together after our randy sex session and whispered sweet nothings. I also told her I could not take her to see my (mythical) village house; as me being here afforded my builder a great opportunity to do some major revamps. Though she was pleased when I told her I could not wait for the day when she sees it with the work completely finished. The first acts were not due to appear until later that night so it was a good time to set the ball rolling. “Melody now is a great time for me to go to the bank and sort your flight details out. It’s best that I go on my own because the manager always wants to see me in private about one thing or another”. “I don’t mind waiting outside”. “I have a better idea; you can be the first person to use the stove. Rustle up something to eat; I will be back in no time. I had opened an account a week earlier as soon as I knew Melody was coming. Armed with her American bank details, passport and a letter she had signed thinking it was about her plane tickets; I asked for all her funds to be transferred to my account. “Melody has just arrived and hates official meetings so I am looking after things for her“ “It will probably take three or four day’s sir”. “That will be fine she is staying with me so I can call back later in the week”. So that was it I had nothing to do now for the rest of the week except listen to bands, exotic drugs, booze and finally, but not least fuck the waiting and wanting to be fucked Melody. Sometimes I wish I had a job to escape this depravity filled life; did I blush there? “Melody I will always remember this wonderful meal; the first one you ever cooked me”. “How sweet of you Lydon; I hope you don’t mind the fried eggs being a bit scrambled they stuck to the pan”. “Darling this meal is perfect; so good in fact that I want you to consider all the cooking equipment your own personal kitchen all the time we are here”. “I have never met anyone as romantic as you before Lydon; you sweep me off my feet with almost every statement you make”. “Your presence makes me say all these wonderful things Melody; now how about a nice blow job it will wash that great meal down? “There you go again with your charm; my pussy is dripping now”. “Good; something to wash my meal down” I winked as I led her by the hand back in the tent. We really enjoyed ourselves the next few days; Melody said it was the happiest time of her life. The weather was perfect; continuous bright sunshine, outstanding music, she loved all the strange people who frequented the festival every year. She even mastered the art of cooking with the camping equipment. I think we would have remained on a permanent high even without all the alcohol and drugs. Seeing Melody so happy took away any feelings of guilt I had about what I had in store for her. Like all good things they seem to come to an end very quickly; it was the final day of the festival and I had a few loose ends to tie up. The music ended with an afternoon finale, but a few people including us stayed on until the following morning to party and generally go wild. There were a few strange and weird people I had not introduced Melody to. Chang and Eng as everyone called them were two such people; a couple of Chinese guys not related despite their nicknames. They were not my favourite people, but definitely a necessity for my needs. Although Melody had not seen them; they had seen her on day one and very much liked what they saw; which brings us back to that dreadful subject of bills again. Chang and Eng are my suppliers of drugs whenever I am in the area; they can supply you with anything under the sun. Like Captain at the hotel they also have a fetish; sometimes I think I am the only normal person in this world. Back to the fetish; theirs is doubling up on semi unconscious females. Fortunately Melody had the talent to tend to their needs; just like she had for Captain. I had made a deal with them that I would slip her something like a date rape pill that would put her in the condition required for their needs. I did of course stipulate it had to be the last day; so not too much harm done? We had continued partying amongst the crowd until we could dance no longer before returning to our tent. Being so high we fucked naked without even noticing the front of the tent was still open; though I doubt anyone would have been shocked. Melody adored all aspects of sex; and she was really good at it. If I had to choose a woman to come home to every night it would be her; she is far better in bed than my wife. My wife incidentally thought I had found myself a few days work; so I need money to take back for that scam. Luckily work is difficult to find where I live; so I regularly do this sort of job. We are separated due to finances; we are paid more money by living apart; is that crazy or not? She has the three kids to keep her happy at home; while I am always moving from lodgings to lodgings trying to keep one step ahead of the debt collectors. Still we might be all together again one day when her parents die; and that big house becomes ours; well hers; but I expect her to share it with me. “Melody my cock has gone on strike; you have stripped it of its erection and all cum loads. So relax for a few minutes while I go and shower; when I return it will be in a standing position ready to do battle with your undefeated pussy once again”. “Don’t be long Lydon; I don’t like it on my own” she mumbled as her eyes wandered aimlessly. I had slipped her the pill ten minutes earlier and it was working exactly like Chang and Eng said it would. I went to a tent opposite were Hippy Hannah was set up; she was a regular who had been going there a very long time. She was well over fifty; but looked after her body and always looked sexy. How she managed to stay that way was a mystery; because she was always higher than a kite. She made her money from hand and blow jobs, but would never let anyone fuck her. Hannah had given me my first job there; it was easy talking drunks into paying a few pounds for a blow job. I always ensured there was a queue of mainly straying married men outside her tent. “High Lydon; (she always meant literally high) how’s the week been honey; mine has been okay, but I could do with you working for me again”. She had said the same thing to me for the last three or four years now; but it was good to know she was still out of it. “Great to see you Hannah; I am here as a customer how could I leave without having the best blow job in town”. I had told her the truth she really was an expert at her art; but I had really come to keep an eye on my tent; oh and to pick up a little money. “I thought I was finished for the week, but for you Lydon I will reopen the shop; or should I say mouth”. She always took her hippy dress off in front of the customers to reveal panties and bra; they never came off. You could choose to be in any position you wished; I chose to stand with Hannah on her knees. I let her pull my cock out as it was her trademark; she was a little disappointed to find it not totally erect; but Melody had used all of its daily energy up. “No worries; I have never had a cock in my mouth yet that never went hard under my guidance”. As she took it first to her lips I looked across through an opening and watched as the Chinese entered our tent closing the front behind them. I could do nothing except wait and help myself to some free cash. Hannah was soon into the cock sucking trance that made her so good. I was enjoying it immensely even though I could not physically go hard after all the fucking with Melody. I pretended to gasp out in ecstasy and fell on top of her pulling the back of her head; I was now on her camp bed inches from where she kept the money. As I gasped louder her mouth moved faster. I reached across over the side of the bed and could feel a huge amount of money all notes. When I started shouting out she really attacked my cock this gave me the chance to grab a handful. I stuffed them in my shirt pocket; a shirt I had worn especially for the occasion. I then laid back to enjoy the rest of my blow job. I had known where Hannah kept her money ever since I first worked for her; and helped myself to a handful every year. Due to being permanently high she was very untidy; and would just fling it towards the box. She had plenty to go home with so I did not feel guilty for taking my small slice of it. “You took your time there Lydon” I had managed to cum even though my load was less than minimal. “Hannah I have had trouble in the erection department; and been unable to cum for months until just then. I knew if anyone could sort me out it would be you; thanks”. “You never produced much cum and you were not very hard, but its a start for you” she sympathised. “I brought my girlfriend with me and I have never managed an erection all week”; I lied as I handed her my twenty pound fee. “Lydon you know I never charge you; do I”? “Thanks Hannah I am a little short of money right now; my new girlfriend has taken nearly all mine; I have had to scrimp and save this week” I told her putting the fee back in my pocket. “Will she mind you being here with me having a blow job Lydon” “Hannah being with you is not being unfaithful; its therapy. Hopefully I will now be able to give her the fucking she has been waiting for all week.” “You should try to make it a little harder before pushing it up her; but best of luck” she said with honest sincerity. We chatted and smoked her happy stuff for a while; until I seen the front of my tent opening. That was my cue for action; so I kissed Hannah goodbye and returned to become a hero. Part of our deal was that I would return to find them in our tent and bravely put my life on the line to protect Melody. “What’s happening; Melody are you okay? I asked in my best concerned voice. A scuffle followed in which I wrestled a knife from them; before they managed to make their escape. Melody was moaning incoherently; I just hoped she had seen me fight them off. “Lydon what’s happening to me”? “Are you alright; oh why did I leave when I did? I could never forgive myself if anything happened to you”. She was lying on top of her sleeping bag completely naked. Wet patches were forming from the dripping falling from between her legs; clear evidence that Chang and Eng had achieved their objective. I wrapped my arms around her pulling her close and stroking her hair. “I don’t feel good; Lydon was someone here? Tell me what’s wrong with me”. Luckily she was still under the influence of the drug; and did not know all the facts of the incident. I knew it would be easy to explain things; and still come out of it smelling of roses. I continued holding her for half an hour or more; gently talking until she drifted off in to a confused sleep. The first thing I did was warm a little water up in the kettle; and using a cloth cleaned up the leaking cum the best I could without waking her. I covered her with a blanket before removing the money from her purse. Perfect; it looks like a robbery now I thought; a successful outcome from a difficult operation. It was about midnight when she awoke so the first thing I did was usher her to the women’s showers. They were empty as most people had gone home; so I helped her bathe as she slowly began to gather her senses. Back in the tent over a cup of coffee I could see that Melody was trying to remember what had happened. I had told her about finding her purse empty; and my attempt to thwart their plans; showing her the knife I had retrieved from them. My conclusion to her was that it had been random robbery; and we would never see them again. “Lydon now I know that there were two of them it is starting to make sense to me; I remember feeling breath on my face and neck at the same time”. “Melody love; that is only your mind playing tricks on you. On top of all the alcohol; we have been smoking shit and taking pills all week; it probably all caught up with you”. “But you said the pills we took were only mild”. “They were Honey; but it’s possible we were accidently given a rogue one”. “Lydon I keep having this notion that someone had sex with me”. “Don’t be silly love; like I said it’s just your imagination”. “Do you think we should call the police; at least we could report the stolen money for the insurance; and I might be able to talk to a policewoman; ask her if she thinks it is possible they interfered with me”. She had me worried for a moment; I was surprised she knew you had to report your money stolen before you could claim off the insurance. To phone the police would have been the same as me signing a confession. “Melody we can’ do that; imagine what will happen when they test us for drugs which they certainly will. You would be banned from ever coming here again; and I most certainly would be banned from going to America; we would never see each other again”. “I’m sorry Lydon; I can’t think straight; my head must be confused like you say”. “Let me hold you love; now take all those bad thoughts out of your head and remember the good times we have had this week”. “Yes Lydon it had been wonderful until that happened; so let’s not allow some lowdown’s ruin it for us”. “That’s the spirit; and don’t worry about your money; I will fill your purse up before you leave”. “Oh I can’t believe how lucky I was to meet someone like you; and I have not thanked you yet for risking your life for me”. “Stop that silly talk Melody; I would not have a life worth living without you”. We hugged each other tight for twenty minutes or so; I thought I would be unselfish and go without sex after the ordeal she had been through. However I had been completely wrong with that assumption. “Lydon why aren’t you making love to me; do you think that someone really did touch me and now I don’t seem attractive anymore”? I tried my best to look astounded before quickly kneeling between her legs and hauling her shorts off. I then placed my head between her legs and made sure my tongue went as far up her fuck hole as was possible. “Imagine what I would do if I did find you attractive” I smiled before returning my head. The sex we had that night seemed to erase all the bad memories from Melody’s thoughts; but soon it was morning and we were packing. Melody was not feeling too sad about having to leave; because I had promised she would be back in a couple of months when my house was finished with the renovations. “We can talk online tomorrow” I also assured her. Melody thought the plan was that we were driving to the bank where I would refund her fare, replace the stolen money and a bit extra. Then on to the airport where I would stay with her as long as was possible. It was half true; I was driving to the bank, but to fund my pockets not hers. I put everything in the back of the van; it would all be sold. Melody had brought practically a new wardrobe with her; most of it was brand new and had not been worn. She had shown me a long overcoat her grandmother had bought her for the trip; it had been very expensive. She wanted to wear it as we were leaving because the weather had turned cold for the very first time during her visit. I convinced her however that I wanted to see her in a short skirt and heels as I would not be seeing her for a couple of months. “The bank is just around the corner Melody; I’m glad you never put that long coat on to hide those delicious legs”. “It is cold; but I do feel sexy like this” she smiled. “Melody as it’s a lot cooler you can wait in the warm walkway near the bank; it will save you going up to the cold car park; I will be back in five minutes or so”. “Lydon try to be as quick as you can” were the last words I heard her say. I withdrew her money without any problems; although I was slightly disappointed with the amount. She only had eight hundred and fifty pounds; which was about fourteen hundred American dollars. I shouldn’t complain though; she had four hundred in her purse; seventy off Hannah; not bad for a week or so. By the time I sell the camping gear and Melody’s clothes I will easily have enough for a couple of weeks in sunny Spain. I can even save my unemployment cheque until I come back. So that is the true story of what happened you can take my word for it. So back in to town; scrap my van, visit the wife and kids; might even slip them a few pounds. Then finally go to bed on my own: I really am worn out. Seven months later. Okay I realise you want to know what happened; well I had a great time in Spain. I am even taking the wife away for a romantic weekend soon; if she can find someone to look after the kids. It will be a lovely break for her I hope she enjoys it; I know Captain will. Oh I nearly forgot about Melody; she somehow finished up at the American embassy. They put her up in a hotel for a few days; then on a flight back to America. It was not cheap and they are making her pay every cent back with interest; in deductions from her monthly wages. She said it will take her three years or so to pay the money back. How do I know all this? She told me; not directly to my face; it was on line. It did not take her long to tell everyone on the site how awful I had been; she never once mentioned the good times we had. So I joined under a different name to befriend her so she had a shoulder to cry on; she told me only yesterday “I wish all men could be kind and caring like you”.

Rachel my first time with my Dad Part 1 Hi everyone my name is Rachel from UK and this story is about the first time I lost my virginity at the tender age of 16 to none other then my own Dad. It was my 16th Birthday and after all the party and my friends and everyone gone, I went to my room to have a shower, I always knew Dad lusted for me and could see it when he used to stare at me. As I just come out of the bathroom and was sitting on the bed with my robe hanging open, so my skimpy bikini panties were visible when my daddy came into my room. I was just embarrassed at first as I wrapped the thin robe around me, then I got worried when I saw his expression as his greedy stare slid over my body. He slowly approached me, and sank to the bed beside me. "You are turning into a beautiful, sexy young lady and Daddy wants to see how much you’ve grown Honey." Flattered by my daddy’s words, but a little scared, I sat as still as a frightened deer, wondering what he was going to do and hoping he would go away. "Daddy’s going to find out all about that lovely young body of yours; it looks so sexy, warm and soft." He said, putting his right arm around my shoulders and gently caressing my breasts through the robe. My breasts tingled and my nipples hardened into little buds. The sensations deep in my pussy caused me to squirm and press my thighs together. Dad felt my trembling and squirming and knew I was beginning to like what he was doing to ,my breasts. Placing his hand gently on my knee, he slid it slowly up my thigh, until he was rubbing my mound through my silky panties. His caresses increased the sensuous feelings surging through my pussy and I could not resist the urge to relax my legs, giving my daddy more access to the crotch of my panties. Feeling the resistance to his hand relax he knew his lovely, young daughter was getting turned on, and he slid his fingers between my thighs and pressed the silky material of my panties between my lips, rubbing it over my clitoris until he felt I was responding to the exciting sensations by forcing my pussy deeper into his hand. I felt the gravy beginning to flow from my pussy causing my lips to slide against each other and against my clitoris as he continued to caress me. I was still a little scared, but my pussy was feeling so good, I couldn’t help moving it around as he pressed his finger into me. Shrugging my robe off my shoulders I let it fall to the bed, completely exposing my nude body, with its smooth soft skin, and firm breasts, to my Dad. "Is this what you wanted to see, Daddy? Have I grown much?" "Honey, Daddy loves to looks at your sexy body. You have grown into a very desirable young woman." he replied. He leaned forward and his tongue darted over my small, hard nipples while he slid his finger between the swollen lips of my hot, wet young pussy. I let out another tiny gasp. He gently pushed me down on the bed, with her my hanging off the side, and pressing his face between my thighs, began licking my juices directly from my pussy. I moaned with pleasure as his tongue played with my pussy and kept darting my slippery lips. My clitoris hardened like a tiny penis as his tongue attacked it repeatedly. I loved the thrills that were surging through my body. I had never imagined how great it would feel to have daddy eating my pussy After a while stepping out of the shorts, Dad moved forward, bumping his hard cock against my already wet pussy. He took it in his hand and started rubbing it between my pussy sliding his fingers in and out of my pussy. My juices quickly lubricated his fingers making it easier to shove them deeper into my cunt. I switched hands and stroked his cock faster and faster as I felt his finger fucking my hot little pussy. It was too much for him and he exploded shooting his cum all over my belly and on my breasts. Dad also could sense that someone was around and told me to dress up and will come in the night when mom and Billy will be sleeping. After he left Billy came to the room and showed me the video recording and then began to rub his fingers over my pussy, taunting him I asked, "Billy, you’re always trying to peek up my skirt or at my titties and pussy. Isn’t feeling of my pussy even better? Is this what you have wanted to do all this time?" Billy happily nodded his head as I continued pressing his fingers into my crotch and took his now erect cock in my mouth. After a while he came and I took all his juices in my mouth licking each of it not wanting to drop any of it, it was a bit salty but I liked it. After a while Billy wanted to fuck me but I refused as I told him that I wanted Dad to be my first lover, he agreed and suggested that in the night he will hide in the closet and record everything when Dad comes to my room. Around 11 Dad came to my room he was completely naked and I could see that he had fucked mom and had a bit of cum on his prick. I went and started licking it making him erect he bend down and entered my pussy with force, I felt his cock tear through and plunge deep into my belly. I started crying as the pain was terrible but it was only momentary and the wonderful feeling of his cock stretching my pussy made me forget the hurt. My Dad’s huge cock fucking deep in my pussy felt even better than I had imagined. The feelings deep in my pussy were new and wonderful. Now I understood why Mom used to be so cheerful in the morning as she was used to enjoying Dad’s cock so much. Placing my hands on his hips I began making long slow strokes up and down his prick reveling in the feeling it caused as the swollen head slipped over the ridges in my vagina. Bottoming out mashed my clitoris against his hairy pubic bone and sent more tremors through my pussy. I started rotated my hips to increase the feelings surging through my clit. Just knowing he was the first man have his cock in his virgin daughter’s pussy was enough to cause Dad great excitement. The fact that I was on top fucking him, and the feelings in the head of his cock as the tight folds of my vagina slipped over it left him breathless with pleasure. Dad felt my pussy squeezing and milking his cock. He never knew girls had muscles like that in their pussies. The pulsating muscles made the pussy tighter and caused the vaginal folds to snap over the head of his cock sending thrilling sensations through his balls. He could no longer lay still, and he started throwing his hips up driving his pelvis against my pussy, matching my stroke for stroke, until I squealed "I"m cumming, I"m cumming, Dad. Fuck me, fuck my pussy hard. Shove your big cock deep into my belly." I fell forward on his chest, hugging Dad tightly as I felt the hot spurts of his cum start, and I orgasmed with my pussy still clutching his cock in its tight grip, trying to squeeze him dry. Dad felt his semen shooting deep into his daughter’s muscular cunt as he lay quivering under my sexy body. As we lay down for a while naked as we were born .. Dad said he had a wonderful time and would now raise my pocket money from $ 400 to $ 1,000/- every month. I was so excited and thanked him with a kiss on his mouth which he started enjoying. He left saying wanted to go and fuck Mom again as her pussy was also still hot as my own but we will still have more wonderful times like this. Billy came out of the closet and show me the recording he had made .. it was so awesome watching myself naked felling horny again I took Billy ‘s erect cock and started stroking him.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2009 I am 38 and my partner, Claire, is 34. She is both a bit taller and slimmer than me, taking a 30C bra size to my 34D. She has light brown hair which is streaked with blonde highlights, bright eyes and laughing lips, long legs and an ass to die for – I swear she’s stolen it from some 18 year old! She is fit and feisty – we go to the gym fairly regularly, and she works out on the cycling and rowing machines, whilst I just swim. We have been together for nearly five years, and for the last three summers have taken our main holiday at a villa in the south of France, in an quiet country region a bit away from the usual tourist areas. This is the story of what happened one day, an amazing fuck that still gets me wet every time I think about the memory ... which is why I’ve decided to write it all down. The villa is great in lots of ways, and perfect in one particular respect – it’s completely private. The nearest small village is about two miles away, and no other dwelling is close to it. It is also on the top of a small ridge, and so it is not overlooked from anywhere else. At the back of the villa, the french windows of the master bedroom, living room and kitchen open onto a paved patio, beyond which is the well-kept lawn of a fairly large garden. All of this is surrounded on the other three sides by a brick wall about three metres high, and at the further end there is a row of cypress trees planted a few feet in from the wall, which tower above it and give a welcome area of shade when the patio gets too hot to sit out on. One morning in the middle of the first week, I was relaxing on a sun lounger on the patio, reading a novel (a C.J. Cherryh, actually), and wearing – more from habit than any need – a string-tied bikini top and bottom. Claire had taken the car into the village to get fresh bread and croissants, and I heard her come back and park in the garage. However, it was quite a few minutes before she appeared, carrying a large dark green canvas bag as well as the bakery goods. She dropped the latter off in the kitchen, and then came over to me in a mood of bubbling enthusiasm. ‘Babe, look what I found at the back of the garage,’ she said. I put my book down, and looked at the bag – which was not very informative. ‘Yes?’, I enquired. ‘It’s a croquet set!’ she answered, and proceeded to empty the contents out. There was a set of curved metal hoops, four clubs (I learned later they are actually called mallets), several balls, a centre peg and a wooden hammer; it all looked fairly new, and I guessed it had been acquired since our previous visit. ‘I don’t know, honey,’ I said rather doubtfully, ‘maybe one evening – it’s getting hot now’. She pursed her lips for a second, looking at me as if there was some joke which I hadn’t understood, and laughed. Then she leaned forward, cupping one of my breasts in her hand and squeezing gently, and gave me a brief kiss on the lips. ‘No – you’re hot, and I know what I want to do about it!’ she said, and there was that mischievous look in her eyes that always turns me on, not least because it is often the prelude to great sex – and so it proved. ‘OK,’ I said, not quite sure where this was going. It turned out to be going to the lawn, as she took me by the wrist and led me out into the middle of it. The day was warm, but the sun was not yet high enough to make it scorching, and there was a welcome light breeze. The lawn must have been tenderly cultivated since the Romans, for it was close-mown but still soft, springy and lushly green – like a wonderful thick carpet. It turned out that Claire’s idea of playing croquet was nothing like the usual rules. She instructed me to lie down, spread-eagled in a X-shape with my legs and arms apart. Then she took a metal hoop, placed it over my ankle, and knocked it in with the mallet. She had little difficulty sinking it into the soft ground, and was careful with the final strokes – but in a few seconds the cool metal was enclosing my ankle and my leg was firmly pinned to the ground. She did the same for the other ankle and then put two hoops in to hold each arm – one at the wrist and one at the elbow, so that I could raise my shoulders three or four inches off the ground, but otherwise had no freedom of movement at all. Now, I should tell you that we don’t often play games of restraint, at the most enjoying a bit of light bondage sometimes for a spicy change. But this being staked out on the grass under the summer sun was so dammed sexy, it was giving a new meaning to getting hot – and it was turning both of us on. I was writhing (as much as I could) in the hoops, not to get free but from sexual frustration – I couldn’t touch myself, of course, and my lover wasn’t yet doing her duty. Instead, she stood at my feet, looking up between my spread-open legs, with an expression of lustful glee. ‘Oh, yeah!’ she breathed softly, ‘I do like you like that!’ To look respectable for going to the village, she had put on a cotton wrap skirt in a colourful floral print, a really pretty short-length camisole top in white cheesecloth, and underneath a pink T-shirt bra and a matching rather skimpy pair of string panties. Now, as she admired my prone and pinioned form, she slipped a hand inside the wrap of the skirt, and was clearly giving some attention to her own pussy. What about mine?! ‘Hey!!’, I said, as I struggled a bit more. Then I relaxed and watched with pleasure, as she did a slow, sexy, teasing strip in front of me. First she kicked aside her flip-flops, then the straps of the cami top came down from her shoulders and she pulled it down over her hips, and despatched that as well. With some sinuous twirls, the tie of the wrap skirt was undone, and she held it open to show the underwear beneath. Finally, off came the bra and down came the panties, and my lover stood there in the nude, hands jauntily on her hips, looking very pleased with herself. Next she knelt between my spread legs, and spent a couple of minutes letting her hands roam over my body, concentrating first on my breasts and stomach, and then tracing her fingers deliciously up my inner thighs. This was so stimulating, and more so because I was imprisoned in the croquet hoops, and the wetness between my legs had little to do with the Mediterranean sunshine. Claire undid the halter string of my bikini top, pulled it downwards, and then removed it altogether. I gave a sigh of satisfaction as her mouth descended on my breasts – that girl really knows how to suck a tit, and mine were firm and pointy within seconds. Then she sat back on her haunches, and untied the string at each hip which held my bikini briefs in place. It was like unwrapping a birthday present, and I felt so exposed and aroused when she gently pulled the front fabric downwards to reveal my pussy. She fingered me for a moment, getting my juices flowing even more, eliciting from me the first in a series of moans. Now Claire moved on to what she had really had in mind all along, the idea that had swept her away the moment that she had found the croquet set. She swung round, lowering her ass and pussy onto my face for me to give her some eager oral attention. I was straining in my bonds to get my tongue into her vagina, seeking the prize of her clitoris, when I felt an amazing sensation in my cunt. I had assumed that Claire would go down on me, as 69 is just about our favourite way of making love. Instead, I was being penetrated by something hard and firm and – as I discovered with a squeal – also very long. It took a moment to register what was happening, and then I realised that Claire was fucking me with the handle of one of the croquet mallets! And it was an amazing feeling, as I sucked in her smell and the taste of mingled sweat and pussy juice, to have my lover sitting astride my captive body, and ramming this phallic pole in and out of my vagina, with deeper and longer strokes. ‘Oh, jeez, honey, yes!’ I moaned, muffled by having a face full of sweetly opened labia. A further thrust made me arch my back, as far as I could do so. I started to shriek (knowing that no one could hear us): ‘Oh, fuck! Give it to me! give it me good, give it me!! Do me, babe, now – NOW! – FUCK, YES, NOW!!! And I came massively, bone-shakingly, breathlessly, with a long shudder and tremor, my buttocks clenching, my hips thrusting, my back arching as much as the metal hoops would let me. I felt like the world was whirling around me, dizzy and a bit faint. ‘Fucking amazing,’ I thought, ‘and what an amazing fuck!’ I still had to finish her off, and she sat back further on my face, shifting her hands to my breasts, kneading and rubbing them. I gathered a bit of strength from somewhere, and applied myself to the task eagerly. Before long, she was rising up and down, hands spread out to keep from toppling over, her pussy wide open and her eyes squeezed shut. She shifted her hands suddenly to her own tits, and I knew she was about to come – she often pulls on her own nipples as she approaches orgasm. And so it was, and she climaxed with a series of deep rasping grunts, their rapidity and pitch increasing as she approached that golden moment of ecstasy and relief. Spent and satisfied, Claire rolled off me. For a moment she lay beside me on the grass, and then she kissed me softly on the lips. She rose to her feet and, before I could grasp what she was intending, she gave me a wave, blew me a kiss – and walked off into the house, leaving me pinned on the lawn, legs wide open and arms stretched above my head. I called out to her, but she disappeared into the kitchen, so I shifted to yelling. ‘Claire? Claire! let me go! – what’s going on, what are you doing? Claire?!! Claire, you cunt, you can’t leave me here like this!! Let me go – please!’ I shouted and pleaded for several minutes, wondering what she was up to. Then she came into my view again, having restored her bra and skirt (but not the panties). She had a bottle of beer in one hand, chilled from the fridge, and I watched in mounting disbelief as she took a long swig from it. ‘Don’t I get any?’, I asked, trying for a wheedling voice. ‘C’mon, babe, let me out of this – please?’ ‘Sure, you get some’, she said, and she held the bottle to my lips to let me take a mouthful. But then, she poured the remainder over my pussy, and lapped it up with her tongue. I’m really not into the food thing – and thank God, Claire isn’t either – as I’ve never found it to be erotic, but I must admit that her oral attentions to my cum-drenched, beer-soaked vagina were tantalisingly different from usual. I came again under her attentions, though not with the volcanic eruption of the first fuck with the mallet. As if she could read my thoughts, Claire picked up the mallet that had been the substitute dildo, and re-inserted it. I was thoroughly wet and loose now, and it sank in even further than before. Claire pistoned it in and out half a dozen times, until I climaxed again with something like a banshee wail. Then she left it in there, well inside me, and to my disbelief she got up and walked away. I shouted at her again and again to come and remove the mallet and hoops, but she just laughed and gave her impish smile – and then she sat on the swing chair, shaded by its awning, and flicked through a magazine. ‘I like the view as it is, sweetie,’ she shook her head, and teased: ‘maybe later ...’ I couldn’t believe it, the nerve of it. I had hugely enjoyed the amazing sex, and the erotic sensation of being staked down, submissive to my younger lover. But this was not so funny, and how long did she intend to leave me here anyway? I began to get a bit cross, which of course was exactly what Claire was intending to happen. Of course, the croquet hoops were not that firmly embedded into the soft earth, and once I realised it was down to me to get free, it really was not too difficult. The slowest part was getting the first wrist hoop pulled up enough to slip out of, and then the elbow one on the same arm. After that, the other arm and the ankles were quick and easy, and I slowly pulled the mallet handle out of my vagina – getting quite a delicious sensation as I did so. I was a bit stiff and had pins and needles as I got to my feet, naked and a bit cheesed off. I advanced up the lawn menacingly towards her chair, as she dropped her magazine and jumped to her feet. ‘It’s payback time, I’m gonna have you!’ I growled, admittedly hamming it up a bit – I wasn’t really that cross, but I didn’t mind her wondering for a minute or two. She gave a squeal that was half-alarmed and half-delighted, and scuttled behind a sun lounger. ‘Mmm, yes,’ she said with a wicked grin, ‘but, first – you gotta catch me!!’, and with that she took off at a run, barefoot, first down into the garden and then – as I raced after her – back up onto the patio, through the kitchen (dodging around the big oak table), through the sitting room, and into our bedroom. This was a dead end, but – of course – it was where she had always intended that I would catch her. I was aroused by the chase, but also still just a bit mad at her, so I was a bit firmer than I would ever normally be. I grabbed Claire and flung her face-down, with her top half on the bed and her ass sticking out over the edge, her knees and feet on the floor. I pulled the wrap skirt roughly open and up around her waist, exposing that sweet fantastic firm ass of hers. I was going to make it tremble with ecstasy – but first, lesson time! ‘You are a naughty, naughty girl!’ I said, as sternly as I could, but nearly breaking down into laughter. To cover that up, I gave her a firm smack on each butt – not really painful, but enough to sting and produce a very satisfactory yelp of protest. That only encouraged me to give one more to each cheek, as she squealed and wriggled. Then I put my hand on her back, swiftly undoing her bra, and ordered her in a no-nonsense tone of voice not to move. Quickly, I reached into the nearby dresser drawer and found my strap-on, and buckled it into place. Then I pushed her legs further apart and ran a finger along the length of her pussy cleft. As I thought, she was almost dripping wet, and her labia were already slightly parted. So, with no more ceremony or foreplay, I gripped her firmly above the hips, lined the knob of the plastic dildo up and plunged it into her, all the way home so that the backplate gave a firm smack against her buttocks. Claire gave a shriek of mingled shock and delight, raising her ass up off the bed to give me a better alignment for ramming it into her again. I was riding a wave of lust and excitement, and I lost all restraint, giving her a harder, faster fucking than we ever usually do (and doing her doggy-style is one of my favourites, her ass is just so neat). I was getting off on this as much as she was, and we were both nearly screaming, mounting rapidly to climax. It exploded way too soon, and I collapsed on top of her. We lay together on the rumpled sheets, out of breath, but laughing and kissing. After that, only one thing was possible – a long soak in the bath together, and another good thing about the villa is its positively sybaritic bathroom, which features a large oval whirlpool bath in white marble which has plenty of room for two. We played “croquet” a few more times during the holiday, although by agreement we didn’t again leave whoever was pinned down to get herself free. A couple of times, as a prelude, we actually played the proper game itself – it’s quite fun, on a good lawn like that – with the prize being that the winner got to stake out the loser. I hope, when we go next summer, the croquet set is still there ... If you enjoyed this, you might like my fiction stories as well ...

Zeta was my girlfriend. Right now she was sitting opposite me in the bar where we met up with friends nearly every Friday night. The chat was the usual light-hearted banter – anecdotes from the past week, who’d been seen going out with whom, who had split up and why. The usual stuff! I kept looking over at Zeta and when I caught her eye I winked at her or mouthed the words “Do you wanna fuck me?” I would do this normally because it made her laugh but tonight she was kind of scowling at me. I just shrugged my shoulders, and carried on talking to Jodie about the latest Hollywood marriage bust up. Zeta is what is known on the scene as a bull dyke. She is butch looking and acting, with short blonde hair and she wears nothing but men’s shirts and jeans. I, on the other hand, am the stereotypical femme, long hair, nail polish, dresses, high-heels, the works. I know in this day and age we an anachronism, and I know people laugh at us behind our backs but this is really how both of us are and we wouldn’t change it for the world. “Right!” I said, “I’m off for a pee and a reapplication of the lippy, guys.” I shook my ass a little at Zeta as I stood up then made my way to the powder room – I love that old fashioned word! I checked my reflection in the mirror. I gave myself a little smile – I am nothing if not vain! - and made my way to a cubicle. I was just about to close the cubicle door when a foot came from nowhere and blocked it. I hadn’t heard anyone come in behind me. I was shocked and I gasped. Before I knew what was happening the door burst open and Zeta was grabbing my throat with her hand, turning me around and pushing me up against the cubicle door as she fastened the lock. I couldn’t move as Zeta’s hand was choking me. My face was going red - I could feel it beginning to burn - and my eyes were starting to bulge. I was a little worried; she wasn’t normally quite this violent. Then she released her grip on me slightly, so I could breathe normally, as she put her mouth to my ear and whispered, “You, you little slut. You have been trying to turn me on all evening. Haven’t you?” I nodded, yes. “Did you think that I was just gonna sit there and take it? Did you really think that I wasn’t going to do anything about it?” I could feel her hot breath on my ear and before I had time to answer she thrust her hand roughly up my blouse, pulled up my bra and began squeezing my left breast and nipple hard. She tweaked and twisted my nipple until it was stinging. She was really worked up. I’d never known her quite this rampant! I took in a few calming intakes of breath, still a little shocked but beginning to relax and enjoy this impromptu, if somewhat painful, fumble! “You, my little Petal, are going to get just what you have been asking for,” again Zeta whispered this in my ear as her hand left my tingling, throbbing nipple. She pulled up my skirt, pulled my panties down as far as she could get them and grabbed my crotch, squeezing it tightly. “Before I go any further, sweet thing,” she licked the whole of the right hand side of my face with her tongue, “I’m betting that you are just more than a little bit wet down there. Am I right? Is my dirty little slut all wet and swollen? Will my fingers just slide effortlessly along that pussy of yours?” I nodded again as I felt her hand delve into my pussy, pass my clit and move straight to my cunt hole. She immediately thrust two fingers inside. My knees literally trembled and almost gave way as I felt Zeta’s fingers ram inside me, filling me up, thrusting deep into my cunt, but Zeta still had her hand on my throat and she moved it to my shoulder and steadied me. “Just as I thought – absolutely, soaking, fucking wet!” Zeta spat the words out as she thrust her fingers into my pussy like a woman possessed. “Is that good, Petal? Are you enjoying your fingering? Want more? Do you? Does my filthy little whore want more?” “Yes! Oh God Zeta, this is so good! Yes, I want more.” I moaned and closed my eyes. This was hot - she was making me so hot! Suddenly, she withdrew her fingers from me, moved her hand from my shoulder and spun me round to face the other way, my left cheek slamming against the door, my hair sticking to my sweating forehead. I could feel her pulling my panties down to my ankles and then heard the zip of her jeans being pulled down. “Get that cute little sopping wet pussy over here,” she said. I took a step backwards and as I did I looked over my shoulder and there was Zeta sitting on the W.C. with the bright pink dildo of her strapon pointing heavenwards. Jeez, I thought, she’s had the strapon on all evening! She’d planned this all along! “You dirty dog, Zeta Macfarlane!” I almost yelled, “ How long have you been planning this?” “Not long,” she grinned, “now get yourself sat on this thing!” I backed myself up until I felt the end of the dildo slap against my ass and manoeuvred myself until I felt it tap at my cunt hole. Zeta held it steady for me as I slowly eased myself onto it. Zeta bucked up as much as she could and I began to grind my pussy into her mound and thrusting up and down on the dildo. She moved a hand round and began rubbing my clit. I was so turned on that I knew I was going to cum almost immediately and then I felt her softly kiss my neck and ear, nuzzling into me, “Cum Petal, oh that’s it sugar, let it go, cum for your dirty old dog, I love it when you cum,” she whispered. “Oh God, Zeta, I love you. Oh Zeta - OOOOOHHHH!” and with that I felt the orgasm ripping through me and I threw out both my arms to steady myself on the cubicle walls as Zeta continued to thrust and gently kiss me on the neck, arms around me, holding me tight, keeping time with the slowing of my spasms. We walked back to the table hand in hand, a bit flushed and sweaty, and as we sat down, Jodie looked at us in mock disgust, raising her eyes to the ceiling. “For pities sake you two! Don’t you ever get enough?” In unison Zeta and I shook our heads and said “Never!”