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Androids of Evergreen pt4 The New Housemate

Disclaimer: I will be naming several porn stars and fictional characters from other media in this series. The porn stars I name are fictional versions and I own none of the fictional characters from other media, they too are fictional versions.

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Movie Theatre in the Summer VIII

July was almost over. I have had an incredible summer, sex with an amazing woman and some wild fucking times. I was at home enjoying my day off when my phone rings. “Hey sexy, How are you doing?” Rochelle says. I smile, “Hey darling, I’m good. How’s work?” “Fucking boring but I got some great news,” She says. The smile on my face gets bigger. Every time she has great news I always have the most incredible sex of my life. “Oh really, well let me hear it,” I say. “Well, the ladies you had fun with finally paid up,” she says with that sly tone she always has when it’s really good. “Oh please don’t make me wait, what is it?” I beg. “Well, they got us a honeymoon suite at the Hilton in downtown.” “No shit,” I reply with my jaw on the floor in disbelief. “They got us a whole suite, for a night?” She giggles, “Oh hell no they got us one for the whole weekend.” My cock becomes erect with the thought of what we would do with a whole weekend. I feel my heart beating faster, “So when do we cash this in?” I ask. “Well not this weekend, but next” she says. “Damn Rochelle, I’m so hard right now I can’t wait to fuck that sweet pussy in the suite,” I reply. She softly giggles, “Well I’m glad to hear but there is one stipulation to this incredible prize.” “What?” I ask. “We can’t have sex or masturbate in any way till that weekend,” She states. My cock is already throbbing hard, standing at full erection in my shorts thinking of the weekend but the expression on my face is just pure disbelief. “What do you mean no sex or masturbation?” I yell into the phone. “Calm down baby, I know it sucks but trust me it will be worth it,” says Rochelle. I look down at my dick, seeing it strain in my shorts. I sigh, “Alright babe, I trust you so no fun for awhile.” “Good, I promise I will make it worth your while honey. I got to go, love you,” she says. “I love you too.” I hang up the phone and walk right into a cold shower.
The following week was the hardest. Every sight of Rochelle instantly got me hard the first day, but after that no matter what the ladies were wearing my cock was standing at attention. I was constantly adjusting myself and trying to hide it the best I could. All the girls noticed and soon the game drive me fucking insane began. Rochelle was of course the ring leader and she new to drive me up a wall. First she started out by bending over, either showing me her huge cleavage or that beautiful round ass. The next thing she did was rubbing up next to me. She did it every time she walked by and no matter if it was her ass or hand or whatever she always rubbed against my crotch.
Soon all the girls were enjoying my torture. Cynthia would always come into work and have a little skirt on before changing. And before she changed she made it a practice to bend over in front of me and show off her tight ass. One time she really pissed me off by not wearing any underwear, so when she bent over I saw her sweet pussy. She gave it a little rub then walked off and I was hard all dam day long. The next day Jill and Sarah dragged me into a closet. Sara was a dark hair short, curvy woman. Her breast where nice, not big but not small either, but her ass was nice and round. Every guy talked about watching her ass bounce as she rode their cock. The girls push me against the wall and then begin to make out. Their hands were rubbing each other as their lips met. Their tongues guided into each other’s mouth as the saliva dripped from them. Soon Jill’s shirt was lifted up and underneath she wore no bra. Her breast, perky and pink, was engulfed by Sara’s full lips. Her tongue flicked up and down against it. I moved closer to them, my eyes begging but they just pushed me back. “No, No. Must not touch remember,” Jill said.
Soon Jill’s shirt was completely off. Sara kissed up and down her tight body. Her mouth sucking on her nipples hard as Jill undid her pants and made them drop to the floor. Sara’s ass was fucking magnificent. Perfect round shape, tight and when she shook her ass it was so damn beautiful I couldn’t stop myself. I began rubbing my bulge in my pants as I bit my lip. Soon the girls saw what I was doing and grabbed my hand, “We were nice but now we have to really punish you,” Jill says as she reaches into her pants pockets and pulls out hand cuffs. “I was going to use this on her but you need them more,” she says. Both girls grab my hands, I try to fight off. “Be nice now or we get you really in trouble,” Sara says. I bend to the girls will knowing they will do a lot worse than tease me so the put my hands behind my back and cuff them. “
I sat down on the floor as I watch the girls go right back to the fun. Jill lays Sara down and begins to kiss up her inner thigh. Sara softly moans as she lifts up her shirt showing off her breast. My mouth opens up as I see Sara’s areolas. They are huge with her nipples full erect. She pinches them as Jill slides her panties off. Sara’s eyes are locked with mine as Jill slowly rolls her tongue over Sara’s well trimmed pussy. Her pussy already dripping from the anticipation, Sara closes her eyes and moans as Jill begins to press her tongue down on Sara’s clit. My cock is throbbing harder and harder in my pants as I watch Jill eat out Sara. She pulls her tongue from Sara’s pussy to show me how wet it is, the juices falling from her tongue as she dives back and begins to work faster. Sara begins to grind into Jill’s tongue, her hand in Jill’s hair pulling her closer to her.
Soon Sara’s eyes were rolled up into the back of her head as she bit her lip, trying to be quiet as her body shook. Jill worked her tongue faster and faster as her hands massaged Sara’s breast. Sara moaned loud for a brief second before catching herself. I can see her juices dripping off Jill’s lips. Jill slowly cleans up and Sara’s pussy. “Oh fuck, come here you bitch,” ordered Sara as she kissed Jill deeply. She pushes Jill to the ground and pulls her pants off. Sara takes Jill’s breast deep into her mouth and sucks on it heard as her hand rubbed her mound. Jill looked right into my eyes, “Damn. You must have popped already,” she said laughing. I bit my lower lips as I felt my cock throbbing harder and harder. I knew if any one of the girls touched me I would have exploded. Jill grabs Sara’s hair, “I want you to describe to him everything you are feeling,” Sara says, “make him cum from hearing what comes out that dirty mouth of yours.” Jill giggled as she kissed Sara. Sara then kissed her way down and rolled her tongue over Jill’s already dripping pussy.
“Her tongue is so long. Fuck it feels so good on my clit,” moaned Jill. I looked right at Sara as her eyes locked on me. Her tongue rolling up and down over Jill’s clit as her hands rubbed Jill’s thighs. Jill moans softly, biting her lower lip as she watched Sara, “my pussy is so fucking wet, do I taste good baby?” Sara flicked her tongue, “You sure you do, but I think it’s time we step this up.” Sara moves back to her pants and pulls out a silver dildo. “Oh for god’s sake, get these things off me and I’ll show you a real dick,” I hissed to the girls. “Oh baby, I wish we could but we promised Rochelle to only tease you,” Sara says as she turns the knob to make the toy vibrate. “Oh god baby, stick it deep,” Jill says as Sara sucks deep on the toy. Sara soon takes the toy and places it on Jill’s clit. “Damn,” Jill exclaims as she jumps from the sensation, “oh fuck that feel so good. My pussy is so fucking wet. Please fuck me now Sara.” Sara smiles at me as I begin to fidget. My cock pushing hard against my pants, the good sensation I once had now turning to pain. “Here you go bitch,” Sara says as she slides the dildo deep inside Jill. “Oh Yes!” Jill moans as Sara leans down and continues her work on Jill’s pussy. Jill’s dildo moving in and out of her pussy, as Sara licks her clit. Sara eyes watching Jill now as her long tongue flicks faster and faster on her clit. The dildo soon becomes a blur as Jill begins to bite her lip, trying not to be too loud. “Oh SHIT!!” Jill screams, no longer able to hold it back. Sara pulls the dildo out and rubs her hand furiously over Jill’s clit. Jill is bouncing up and down as her body pulsates, juices squirting out of her and hitting Sara’s tits and stomach.
“Holy Shit,” I shout as I watch the final juices drip out of Jill’s pussy. The girls just laugh as Jill lean towards Sara. Jill first kisses Sara, “Mmm, I think it’s your turn now,” Jill says. Sara smiles as Jill licks the juices off Sara’s body. “I think he hasn’t been teased enough,” Sara says with an evil grin. “Fuck, come one,” I yell, “ my cock is hurting so bad right now I think you girls made your fucking point.” “No,” Sara says, “I think we can push it a little further.” Sara leans into Jill and whispers into her ear. Jill mouth opens wide from what she says and then shows an evil smile. Sara and Jill look at me and begin to crawl towards me. I look back, my cock pulsating so hard I begin to winch from the pain. Sara then moves close and begins to hover over me. Getting close to my lips but never letting me touch her, no matter how hard I try. She then pins me down on the ground and lies on top of me. Her warm, wet pussy pressed against my dick.
“Oh Fuck,” I moan out loud. But before I could feel anything good from it she lifts off me and hovers over me. Sara’s hand on my chest as she holds me down, “slide that wet cock into me baby,” she says as she licks her lips. Her eyes begging me to shove my cock deep inside her as her body gyrates above me. Jill smiles and smacks her ass, “Fuck that cock, you slut.” Sara smiles as Jill pushes the dildo deep inside her. Sara moans, her eyes never leaving mine as Jill begins to pump deep and hard inside her. “That’s it baby,” she says staring at me, “fuck my wet pussy hard.” Her hands were running through my hair as Jill worked her pussy harder and harder with the dildo. My cock was throbbing and dripping so my pre-cum. My mind was racing as she tortured me. “Oh fuck yes,” she screams as Jill pumps her pussy harder and harder. Sara’s body begins to shake as she lean down close to my ear. “Oh god, I’m cumming,” Sara screamed in my ear as her body shook hard. Moan after moan escaping her as she came all over the toy.
Sara soon calmed down and kissed my cheek. “I hope when this weekend is over you come find me,” Sara whispered in my ear. I smile a little and then lay my head back down. I breathe trying to calm myself down as the girls get dressed. “We better get going,” I say as I try to get up. “Yeah we’ve been lucky so far let’s not push it,” Jill says. The girls get me out of the cuffs. As soon as my hand is free I give each a hard smack on the ass. “I will be coming for both you after this weekend,” I say. The girls just giggle as we head out of the closet. My cock still rock hard I decide to find the nearest bathroom and get cooled off before I start walking around.
I walked out of the bathroom and soon saw the girls whispering to Rochelle what just happened. Rochelle looks up at me and just laughs. I become enraged by this. I walk over to Rochelle, “You are going to fucking get it this weekend.” She smiles at me, “Good, because I’m ready for you. I laugh, “You think you are, but trust me you are not.” The weekend finally arrived. I picked up Rochelle from her house and drove through traffic like a maniac. I woke up this morning with the biggest erection in my life and I needed relief. Of course when you want something really bad, everything takes forever to make it happen. But we finally arrived at the hotel, and we check into the biggest suite I have ever seen. It takes up the entire top floor with a great view of the downtown scene. The bed is huge; the bathroom is half the size of the room with a whirlpool tub and separate shower. “Damn baby,” Rochelle says, “you definitely hit the jackpot.” I smile and throw our bags down as I grab her from behind and pin her against the windows. “I told you,” I whisper in her ear, “when we got here you would fucking get it.” She smiles as I reach around and pull her shorts off her. “What’s wrong baby?” She says with her evil grin, “The girls get you all worked up.” I grin at her and smack her ass harder than I ever have, leaving a huge hand print on her. “FUCK!!” she screams as I pull her hair back. “I thought you were ready for me?” I say with my own evil grin. “Holy shit!” she exclaims as she looks over her shoulder, “guess I wasn’t.”
I pressed her hard against the glass, making her ass stick out as I pulled my shorts off and exposed my throbbing hard cock. I smack her again making her scream again as I pull her panties off, kissing up her back thigh as I stood back up. I grab her waist and plunge my cock deep into her pussy, pulling back on her hair again as I ram hard and deep. “MOTHER FUCKER!” she screams as I pound away at her pussy, feeling her pussy walls begin to drip. My balls slap her cunt hard. I pound harder and harder, my cock pulsating inside her. “HOLY SHIT!” she screams out as I feel her pussy growing tighter and tighter as I fuck her. My cock growing more and more inside her as I feel myself growing closer and closer to cumming. “I’m cumming,” I yell as I explode inside her pussy. “FUCK, ME TOO!” she screams as her walls spasm. Our juices mixing inside her as we both shake violently. I slowly pull out of her, seeing our juices drip from her warm pussy, and I kiss her neck, “We are not done yet,” I whisper. She smiles as I grab her hand and guide her to the bed.
I lay her down on the bed with her head hanging off the side. She smiles up as she grabs my cock and slides it into her mouth. I lean down and kiss her stomach as my hand rubs her hard, wet clit. She moans as I begin to pump my cock deep into her throat, feeling her drool all over it. “Oh yeah, gag on that dick baby,” I moan as I pinch her clit. She moans as I push my cock deep down her throat. She gags as I pull it out, “Damn baby! If I knew you act like this when the girls teased you I would have them do it more often,” she says. I shove my cock back into her mouth as I pinch her nipples. She screams from the pain, “I think you need to stop talking and suck my dick,” I command. She smiles up at me as she continues to suck my dick down. My fingers begin to rub hard on her clit as I suck on her tits, feeling my cock become as hard as before.
I rub her clit harder and harder as she takes my cock deep into her mouth. She soon spits my cock out, “God Damn, I need to ride that cock now,” she commands as she pulls me down onto the bed. I smile up at her as I lay back and feel her hover above me. She begins to slowly grind her pussy against my cock, teasing me as her juices drip all over me. I lean up to kiss her but she pushes me back down, “I love this new attitude of yours baby,” she says smiling at me, “So I figure I push you some more so you keep on ravaging me like you are.” I give her an evil look, feeling my cock throb under her pussy as she continues to tease me with it. She grinds hard against my cock, hurting me as she pushes down with her pussy. I winch from the pain and grab her arms pulling her down towards me. I kiss her hard as I push my cock deep into her pussy. “You are going to so pay for that,” I whisper, “Now ride my fucking cock.” She grins as she sits back down, sliding my cock deeper inside her pussy. I feel her walls pushing hard on my cock as she begins to slide up and down. I reach up and massage her breast as I begin to move with her. Soon we were moving in unison and beginning to pump faster. I lean up and smack her ass hard as she rides me harder and harder, “Harder,” I moan as she pumps faster and faster. I smack her ass again as I lean in and suck hard on her nipple. “FUCK,” she screams as she pumps faster and faster. I feel her walls tighten as she rides my cock. “Cum for me,” I demand as pound harder. “HOLY SHIT” She screams as her body begins to buck wild. I hold onto her hips as I feel cum gush down my cock and cover my balls. She soon relaxes and smiles down as she leans into kiss me. “You think you are done?” I ask. She grins at me as she slides off my cock.
I pull her down onto the bed and kiss her. She smiles at me, “What now, big boy?” I smile back as I lay her on her side and move behind her. I prop one of her legs up as I slowly glide my cock into her wet pussy. I move close and kiss her neck as I move in and out her pussy. Feeling the wetness cover my cock as she moans, I lean into ear and say “Just lay her and enjoy my cock baby.” She laughs at me and then moans as I begin to pick up speed. “I can’t believe you said that,” she giggles. I smack her ass, “Sorry but all the good lines are with the blood in my dick.” She laughs again as I grip her leg hard and push my cock in deeper. “Oh my god, just fuck me please,” she says. I push my cock deeper and harder into her pussy as I lean over and kiss her lips.
My cock pumping harder and harder as I feel her pussy juices drip down off my shaft. We are both moaning as we spoon. Our bodies beginning to shake as I pull back on her hair and fuck her harder. “Oh god,” she moans repeatedly. I feel cum building inside my cock but I try to hold It back. “Cum with me baby, I’m almost there,” I moan. “So am I. Fuck me harder please,” she screams as I work her pussy. I slam my cock deep into my pussy with each thrust, my balls bouncing off her clit. “Oh Fuck,” I scream as I feel cum rush out and explode inside her pussy. “GOD DAMN,” she yells as the explosion inside her causes her to erupt. Our bodies shake violently as the last drops of cum leaves my cock. I slowly pull out and feel her juices cover my cock completely. I pull her close and we both lay down. Our bodies covered in sweat, I look at her and kiss her lips. “God I love you,” I say. She smiles, “I love you too.”
“Oh my god, that was so worth it,” she says. I give her an evil look, “The sex was awesome babe,” I sigh, “But please don’t make me go through that shit again.” She laughs, “Oh well I’ll be good for awhile but if you slack off then you get the punishment.” I plop my head down on the pillow and sigh again, knowing that one day this is going to haunt me. “Well let’s enjoy this baby,” she says, “because the real fun is tomorrow and you will need all your energy.”

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Off with Kara

A fantasy of mine. Kara is a friend and the rest of the girls in the story are well known pornstars that you can google to see what they look like.

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Wendy and Miss West iv

This is just a quick one. There will be more soon…
The second night of Wendy’s employment had ended after she had French kissed each and every ladies vagina and anus. The ladies had left Miss West’s office to leave the employer alone with her young employee.
Wendy was untied by Miss West and allowed to dress in front of her.
Miss West then told her she wanted to take her shopping for clothes. Instead of meeting at the office Wendy was to be outside the shopping mall on Thomson Street at 7pm. Wendy knew the mall well. She had window shopped there a lot. It was quite an exclusive mall with mainly expensive ladies clothes shops.
They met outside at the agreed time.
They walked into the first clothes shop on Miss West’s itinerary. Wendy excitedly gazed at the array of clothes. Most were way out of her normal budget but she knew tonight that didn’t matter! She brushed past racks of clothes running her fingers along the fabric as if it were a piano. She went from one rack to the next getting giddier and giddier. She picked up a long flowing dress, held it to her body and skipped to a full length mirror to admire herself.
Miss West watched Wendy in her excitement and enjoyed the child in her. She looked like a kid in a sweet shop. Miss West almost felt guilty that she was soon going to spoil her fun.
Wendy hooked the dress back and went to another dress that took her fancy. Miss West approached her and took her by the hand.
“Oh, Miss West, I love this shop! I have never seen so many nice things! I think that yellow dress with the black swirls is my favourite!” Wendy announced hurriedly pointing at the dress she had just held to her body.
“Yes Wendy, I’m sure it was very nice.” Miss West replied in a soft controlled voice. “I’m afraid you are forgetting Wendy that this is not about you. This is about me; and you doing what I want!”
Wendy’s heart sank as the excitement was taken from her so quickly. What did Miss West mean?! What was going to happen? Surely if we are out buying clothes for me it’s about what I want to wear!? Wendy thought to herself.
“Wendy, remember who you are and what you do for me!”
Wendy felt terrible. One moment she had been so happy that Miss West was going to buy her some nice clothes and now she was put in her place and reminded that she was just an employee to this wealthy women. She felt silly now that she had treated Miss West like a friend or even like her mum on a shopping trip!
Miss West let go of Wendy’s hand and instructed her to go to the changing rooms and remove every stitch of clothing and wait for her to bring something for her to try on!
Wendy blushed at being made to fell so small but remembered her duty.
“Yes Miss West, anything for you.”
She walked slowly to the changing area. There was a shop assistant stood near the changing room. What could she say to the young girl! Erm, I don’t want to try anything on but can I use the changing room! She had to think fast.
She approached the young girl slowly and nervously asked if it was ok if she waited in the changing rooms until her mum brought over some clothes she was forcing her to buy for a wedding.
The girl bought the lie and allowed her in with a friendly smile.
The changing area was large with mirrors all over. The actual rooms themselves were quite small with a tiny mirror that couldn’t be used to view a full outfit. That had to be done in the full length mirrors outside the rooms.
Wendy slipped into the furthest changing room. She pulled the curtain across and removed her clothes as instructed. She hung them up on the pegs provided and stood naked waiting for Miss West to return.
Would the shop assistant really believe that Miss West was her mum! What if Miss West said something to contradict her?!
Suddenly the curtains swung open. Miss West stood there next to the shop assistant! Both looked on at Wendy. Miss West looked on with a smile on her face as she saw Wendy’s embarrassment. The shop assistant looked on in shock as she saw the naked girl in front of her. She turned her head in embarrassment as Wendy used one hand to cup her vagina and one arm to cover her breasts.
Wendy let out a loud gasp as she squirmed whilst trying to cover herself up.
“Oh come on Wendy! We are all women, there’s nothing to be shy about!” Miss West said in a mocking voice.
Miss West had picked up several items of clothing, all of which she had given to the assistant to carry and hand to Wendy.
The assistant calmed down as she realised she had a job to do. She gave Wendy a polite smile and handed her the first item to try on.
Miss West had given the assistant strict instructions to hand one piece of clothing at a time to Wendy and had also asked if she could hang around and get any different sizes that might be needed. The girl, who worked on commission, was only to keen to help.
Miss West stepped back and took a seat outside the cubicle. Wendy dared to reach out to take the first garment from the young assistant, as she did, her breasts were exposed to the assistant and both girls blushed.
Wendy retreated behind the curtain to put on the clothes she had been offered.
“Wendy when you get it on I would like you to come out so I can see if it looks good on you.” Miss West talked loudly to Wendy. The shop assistant was still stood outside waiting to assist Wendy.
“OK.” Was Wendy’s reply.
“Excuse me Wendy? I said when you get it on I would like you to come out so I can see if it looks good on you.”
“OK!” Wendy said a little louder.
“Wendy!” Miss West almost shouted.
Wendy now knew that Miss West wanted her usual answer. How could she when there was the assistant just stood outside!
“Wendy!”
“Yes Miss West, anything for you.” Wendy eventually replied quietly.
The shop assistant looked shocked as she heard the reply! What was going on! Why would this girl call her mum Miss West!?
As Wendy took the clothes from the hanger she became weak with dread as she realised Miss West had only given her a blouse to try on! She was going to be naked on the bottom half and she had to leave the changing room and stand in front of this other girl! She put the blouse on and tried to pull it down to cover her bum and cleanly shaven vagina.
She gave a nervous cough before slowly pulling on the curtain. She left it half closed and remained in her small cubicle to allow Miss West to see her. The shop assistant could see her too and looked on and noticed how embarrassed Wendy looked.
“Come out so I can see you properly Wendy.”
There was a pause…
“Wendy?” Miss West enquired.
“Yes Miss West, anything for you.” Wendy whispered and gave Miss West a look of disgust at what she was being forced to do.
The young girl smiled as she realised Wendy was taking orders from this women. She could see how embarrassed Wendy was. She knew it wasn’t really her mum. She guessed it was either a very strict boss with a thing for her employee or maybe some weird kinky relationship. Either way it gave her twisted satisfaction to see this pretty girl squirm in her awkwardness.
Wendy left the cubicle as instructed. She kept her hands low and in front of her to try cover herself as much as possible.
“Wendy, put your hands by your side and walk up and down so I can see how it fits.”
Wendy acknowledged the instruction and did as was expected. She looked down as she walked past the assistant and quickly walked to the far end of the changing area and back again.
“No, take it off Wendy and try the next thing on, I don’t like that on you.”
Wendy felt uncomfortable with being told she didn’t look good in the blouse. She felt silly anyway but then to be told it didn’t suit her made her ordeal worse.
“Quickly Wendy! We don’t have all night!”
Wendy stepped into the changing room and took hold of the curtain.
“There’s no need for that Wendy. We have both seen you totally naked already. Leave the curtain open.
Is that OK with you?” Miss West aimed the question at the shop assistant.
“Yes of course.” She replied politely with a little smile on her face, as Wendy was made to feel even more silly.
Wendy removed the blouse and handed it to the girl. She took it and as she handed Wendy the second item she looked Wendy in the eye with an inquisitive look, as if to say; ‘what the fuck is going on here!’
Wendy looked down, knowing that the girl knew Miss West was not her mum!
The next item was a short dress. Miss West had deliberately chosen one which was not only small but also the wrong size for Wendy.
Wendy struggled to get the dress on. The young girl saw Wendy struggling and stepped forward to assist. The dress stopped so that Wendy’s upper thigh could still be seen. The top half was so tight that her breasts pushed hard on to the thin fabric, showing her nipples through it. The assistant did her job and managed to fasten the zip eventually. Her hands touched Wendy’s body as the pair of them pulled and heaved.
“Oh, well done.” Miss West clapped at the amusement. “Now take a stroll Wendy.”
“Yes Miss West, anything for you.”
Wendy walked very awkwardly in the exceptionally tight dress. As she walked the dress rode up so her entire private region was exposed once again. Wendy could feel herself on display but knew Miss West wanted it this way, so she didn’t attempt to pull it down.
The dress looked terrible on Wendy and it was hard for the assistant not to laugh at Wendy’s predicament.
Miss West could see the girl smirking and she liked this as she knew it would embarrass Wendy further.
Wendy was ordered to take off the dress. Which she did with the help of the assistant. Just as Wendy was being handed the third item Miss West noticed the shop assistants shoes.
“Ooh. Stop right there both of you!”
The assistant was shocked at how quickly she stopped and took notice of Miss West!
“Excuse me. Sorry, what’s your name please?”
“Rachel.”
“I love those shoes! Would you allow Wendy to try them on?”
The shoes were red leather with a thin strap across the front and a black high heel.
“Erm, they are my shoes and they are not for sale.” She replied.
“Please let her try them on.” Miss West held out a bank note for Rachel.
She saw the numbers, 50, printed in the top corner and quickly changed her mind!
“Oh, OK!” Rachel succumbed to the offer of money, as had Wendy.
She took them off quickly and as she handed them to Wendy. Miss West asked; “Please would you put them on for her?”
“Of course.” Rachel replied.
She bent down at Wendy’s feet and gently started to fasten her in to the first shoe.
Wendy felt quite uneasy at having this girl at her feet. Her head was only a foot or so away from her vagina.
What if she can smell me Wendy thought!
It wasn’t until Rachel had fastened the first shoe that she looked up at Wendy and suddenly realised herself how close she was to Wendy’s sex. She quickly looked back down at her task as she remembered she was dressing a naked girl. She had never been so close to another girls exposed vagina.
Rachel fastened the second shoe, stood up and took a step back, not daring to look at Wendy as she now blushed a deep red at being so close to Wendy’s nakedness.
“Ok Wendy take a walk around to see if they look good!”
She walked quite uneasily at first. Her first step almost took her to the floor in a heap. She managed to check herself and by the time she was heading back towards the two women she was getting used to them.
“Let’s try that again Wendy. Try to be a bit more elegant this time though!”
“Sorry Miss West.”
This time Wendy looked good. She moved with grace. Rachel became a little jealous at how good she looked in her shoes. The heels lifted her legs so Wendy’s already pert bum looked even harder and more toned. Her breasts jiggled firmly as she returned to her cubicle.
“Rachel what do you think? Does she look sexy in your shoes?”
Rachel paused for a long time before replying. She felt quite uneasy about commenting on what she thought of a girl she didn’t know.
“Erm, she looks great.” She replied shyly.
“Does she look sexy though!?”
“Yes…very.” Rachel replied uneasily as she thought about the commission she could earn from Miss West.
Wendy looked up sheepishly at Rachel’s comments. Their eyes met and held each others gaze for just a couple of seconds. They both knew the other was cute and sexy. Rachel was very curious as to what Wendy and Miss West were up to and Wendy felt quite sexy knowing this girl was watching her and thinking she was sexy!
“Wendy. That dress you really like. Do you really want it?”
“Oh Miss West it is lovely. If you would like me to have it then, yes.”
“OK. You can have it. Go and get it right now.”
“What, dressed like this?”
“Yes Wendy. Before I change my mind!”
“But Miss West there are lots of customers out there shopping. I can’t just go out there naked!”
“You have shoes on Wendy. Go now!” Miss West raised her voice.
“Yes Miss West, anything for you.” Wendy disappeared. She wanted the dress so badly and she wanted to do as she was told too. She was getting paid after all.
Miss West followed her out of the changing area. She wanted to see other peoples reactions and that of Wendy as all these strangers looked at her whilst being naked.
Wendy paused briefly as she got to the main shopping area. She quickly worked out the best route so she could use the racks of clothes to hide her naked body. She darted from one point to the next and went unnoticed to the far side of the shop. Wendy’s progress was being monitored by Miss West. She was slightly annoyed that Wendy hadn’t been noticed.
Wendy still had 10 meters to go to get to her dress. As she came out from behind a rack of clothes Miss West took her opportunity.
“HEY LOOK! LOOK AT THAT GIRL! SHE’S NAKED!” Miss West shouted and extended her arm to point. There wasn’t a person in the shop who did not hear her announcement.
Everybody looked at the naked girl running around the shop! Some pointed in amasement, some laughed and some tuted in disgust. One lady shouted “What are you up to! Cover yourself up you stupid little girl!”
Two men in there twenties pointed and laughed. One of them managed a wolf whistle.
Wendy froze in shock! There must have been 15 to 20 people starring at her. She felt stupid. She thought people must think she is either an exhibitionist or maybe a slut! She tried to cover her self the best she could.
The girl working behind the counter shouted; “Someone call security!”
Rachel was now watching the display. She didn’t want Wendy to be caught by security as she knew Wendy would be thrown out of the shop. How would she explain that Wendy had her shoes on? She knew if Wendy was thrown out she would loose a lot of commission too!
She shouted to the girl behind the till that she would deal with it. She summoned another assistant and asked her to help her.
The two girls approached Wendy and took an arm each. They frog marched her through the shop. They held her arms tight to control her, meaning Wendy could not cover herself at all. Wendy had goose bumps all over her body from the embarrassment. Her little nipples poked out hard and erect. She tried to squeeze her legs together to hide her labia from peoples view. Rachel deliberately didn’t take her the most direct route. She ensured Wendy was forced to walk close past people and in areas were she could be seen by everybody in the shop.
Miss West looked on as she saw what Rachel was doing. ‘Good girl!’ she thought to herself.
Wendy was horrified. She could feel strangers eyes on her body. There were young men starring at her gorgeous body and making comments on what they would like to do to her. Most of the people in the shop were female, mainly around Wendy’s age and a few years older. She felt so silly. She saw each and every one of them studying her body. Some of the girls smiled at Wendy and some just laughed. Wendy blushed but couldn’t help looking into their eyes to see if they were looking. To her dismay they were all looking!
Rachel guided Wendy towards the changing area and to her relative privacy.
She thanked the other assistant for her help and told her she would deal with it from here.
“Well done Rachel! That was fabulous!” Miss West praised her.
She then turned to Wendy. “Did you enjoy that little show Wendy!?”
“Yes Miss West, anything for you!” Wendy replied reluctantly.
Miss West and Rachel smiled at each other as Wendy blushed at her lie.
Miss West noticed Rachel was starting to enjoy Wendy’s torment. She decided to bring her down a peg or two, to make her a little uneasy.
“Rachel do you sell underwear?”
“Yes we do.”
“Could you go and get several pairs of knickers and matching bra’s please?”
She nodded and wondered off into the shop floor.
“Are you enjoying yourself Wendy?” Miss West wanted to make the most of this time alone with Wendy.
“Yes Miss West.”
“Then spread your legs for me!”
“Yes Miss West, anything for you.”
Wendy was stood just outside the cubicle and in front of Miss West. She spread her legs a little more than shoulder width apart and stood in silence while Miss West studied her naked body. Wendy still wore Rachel’s shoes which made the two women equal height.
“Lets see how much you are enjoying yourself shall we!”
Miss West maintained eye contact with Wendy as she reached down with her right hand and began to touch Wendy’s vagina. She cupped it at first and massaged it softly. Wendy was slightly damp at this sudden attention she was receiving from Miss West. Her expert fingers started to work her clitoris and soon Wendy’s juices were flowing freely. The two women looked at each other intently as Miss West excited Wendy. She swirled her fingers around Wendy’s little bud and ran her fingers up and down her slit to spread her juices. She occasionally slipped an index finger right up Wendy’s cunt. Wendy closed her eyes and breathed deeply which heightened her pleasure.
Their privacy was interrupted as Rachel returned with an array of underwear in various sizes and colours.
Miss West took a step back from Wendy leaving her there with her legs spread. The attention to her pussy had made Wendy loose concentration and it took her a moment to realise her pose. She quickly closed her legs as she noticed Rachel staring at her.
“OK. Lets see what you look like in this underwear Wendy!”
Rachel handed Wendy the first set of knickers and bra. They were white lace.
Wendy was looking forward to being able to cover herself at last. She quickly grabbed the lingerie but before she could start to put them on Miss West stopped her.
“I think it would be better if Rachel put those on for you Wendy.”
Wendy paused and first looked at Miss West and then at Rachel to see her reaction. Rachel looked at Miss West in disbelief.
“I don’t think I can do that!”
“Of course you can. You are a shop assistant and Wendy needs your assistance to get these clothes on. It’s your job to help and what’s more you will be earning a lot of commission from me this evening!”
Rachel was shocked at Miss West assertiveness. She found herself obeying her orders almost before Miss West had finished speaking.
She took the underwear from Wendy and once again bent down at her feet. She opened the knickers with both hands and offered them first to Wendy’s left leg. Wendy lifted her shoed foot and slipped it in to the opening. Rachel pulled them up to Wendy’s shin and then offered them to her right leg.
Once both feet were in Rachel lifted her body up, but remained on her knees. She nervously pulled the knickers up slowly over Wendy’s thighs. She couldn’t believe what she was doing!
Wendy now felt as though she had the upper hand on Rachel and it was here that felt silly. As Rachel pulled the knickers towards Wendy’s crotch she couldn’t help but take a quick look at Wendy’s vagina. Rachel blushed and looked away when she saw how damp it was! Eventually she managed to pull the knickers up to here waist. Holding the waist band she lifted it to the correct height on Wendy’s slim hips. She reached for the bra next.
“Ah ah! Could you please adjust Wendy’s knickers so they sit correctly!” Miss Wendy could see how hastily Rachel wanted to move on to the bra. However the knickers were slightly twisted and were not sitting perfectly around Wendy’s creases.
Wendy opened her legs slightly so Rachel could do as asked. From her kneeling position Rachel looked up and could see what she had to do. She knew she was going to have to put her fingers inside another girls knickers to pull them down, so they looked neat and tidy.
She was nervous at her task. She had never undressed or dressed another woman! She felt incredibly uncomfortable and her predicament was worsened as she looked up to see Wendy smiling down at her.
Wendy now felt she was in control and could see how exciting it could be. She began to understand why Miss West got such a kick out of being dominant.
Rachel reached out and carefully grasped the inside front of the knickers. She slid her fingers down towards Wendy’s crotch and pulled the thin fabric from Wendy’s vagina to reposition them. She re laid them softly onto Wendy’s vagina. She softly bit her bottom lip as did.
She then stood up and crouched down behind Wendy. She lifted the knickers again, this time from Wendy’s tight bum. As she re laid them she allowed her fingers to brush on Wendy’s soft skin. She was slowly becoming aroused and very curious.
Satisfied the knickers looked good she then took the bra and cupped it over Wendy’s breasts. She softly adjusted the shoulder straps, making sure she touched Wendy’s skin and then fastened the clasp. She was amazed by the softness of Wendy’s skin.
Wendy looked gorgeous in her bright red high heels and crisp white underwear. She walked around the changing room with a whole new confidence. She knew Miss West found her attractive and they had both seen each other in some very strange predicaments. Now she felt a change in the attitude between herself and Rachel. The early nervous tension was fading and the air was filled with sexual tension. If Rachel really didn’t want to be there they all knew she could just leave! This put Wendy at ease and she began to enjoy herself.
“OK. Now lets try another set of underwear.” Miss West decided. “Rachel, please carry on and assist Wendy.”
Rachel did not need telling twice. Wendy offered no help in undressing herself. She let Rachel do it all.
She stood in front on Wendy and reached right around her to unclasp the bra. There bodies did not touch but Rachel’s clothes brushed against Wendy’s sensitive skin and sent a shudder down her near naked body. She dropped the bra on the floor. She then reached to remove Wendy’s knickers. Rather than just getting hold of the fabric and pulling them down, she pushed her fingers under the waist band of the knickers and slid her hands down the smooth skin of Wendy’s hips and legs and the knickers followed.
Wendy let out a deep breath of pleasure as she felt the tender hands touching her skin.
Miss West smiled at the two girls bonding.
Rachel put on and took off two more sets of underwear onto her knew friend. Each time she did she allowed herself to touch Wendy a little more. She took time to ensure they were fitted correctly and touched Wendy in her very private places when she could. She touched her bum, her waist and her legs and put her fingers in further than needed when adjusting them. Each time she did she did it subtly. Wendy pretended she didn’t realise what she was doing and this allowed Rachel to think she was getting away with it unnoticed.
Miss West saw every move Rachel made. It reminded her of her first lesbian experience with her friend. It had happened many years ago with her best friend. They had ended up sharing a bed at her parent’s house. Miss West had pretended she was dreaming and started to stroke her friends body as she slept. Her friend, who was awake too, also pretended she was asleep and allowed herself to be touched. As her friend didn’t object Miss West had carried on. She pushed her hand under her friends pyjamas and felt her tummy and soft skin. She worked her way carefully towards her nipples expecting to be stopped at anytime. There was no objection from her friend and eventually worked down to her vagina. Neither of them spoke. They both pretended to sleep. Neither of them spoke a word and tried to keep their breathing shallow. Miss West played with her friends slit until she came. After she was finished both girls rolled over and fell asleep. They never spoke another word of it to each other. Miss West moved on to other girls after that night as her lesbian lust grew.
Seeing Rachel taking chances to touch Wendy brought a smile to her face.
“Rachel. What is your favourite type of under wear? What type are you wearing now?” Asked Miss West.
“Oh!” The question took Rachel by surprise. “Erm, I’m wearing a g-string at the moment.”
Rachel was wearing a tight skirt so the g-string ensured she didn’t have a panty line.
“Would you let Wendy try it on?”
Rachel was caught in the moment. Miss West didn’t know who was most surprised with Rachel’s reply.
“Sure.” She said easily. She was already turned on by dressing and undressing Wendy. The whole situation of Miss West dominating this young girl and seeing this fit girl naked and embarrassed made her want to experience more.
She slipped into the open cubicle, hitched up her skirt and pulled down her knickers with a wiggle of her bum.
She covered her legs with her skirt again and bent down to put the knickers on Wendy.
As she adjusted the knickers each woman had there own private thought about the two girls juices mixing on the thin fabric of the g-string. It was such an intimate act to share ‘dirty’ knickers Rachel thought.
Miss West approached Rachel. The three of them were very close to each other now. There faces at near equal heights.
“Rachel, are you aroused?” Miss West enquired.
“Yes, a little!” Rachel replied slightly embarrassed.
The women lowered there voices to a whisper.
“Would you like to kiss Wendy?”
A shy nervous smile appeared on Rachel’s face and a warm surge rushed between her legs at the question.
Wendy was excited too. She now found women attractive and Rachel was a beautiful young girl. She would love to be forced to do things with her she thought to herself. She listened in with anticipation.
“Yes.” Rachel said quietly.
Miss West pushed the two girls gently into the cubicle. They stood inches from each other. Neither of them spoke or touched. They waited for Miss West‘s instructions. They both had butterflies in their stomachs, Rachel’s legs were like jelly.
Miss West ran her hands through both of the girls hair simultaneously. Her hands came to rest at the back of their heads. She slowly forced their faces together. The girls steadied themselves by resting their hands on each others hips.
Their lips met softly. They took it slowly and barely made contact. Wendy bit gently on Rachel’s bottom lip and then sucked it tenderly. Rachel smiled and as her mouth opened Wendy explored it with her tongue. Their tongues pushed against each others as they massaged each others mouths. Their soft tongues whisped over each others and each felt the others breath on their face.
The kiss lasted less than a minute. Miss West looked on longingly at the site of two such pretty girls sharing an intimate kiss. Her loins became warm as she lusted over this new girl she had just met. She still thought Wendy was beautiful and a perfect employee but Rachel had something she craved. Maybe it was her pretty face or gorgeous figure. Maybe it was that she reminded her of herself when she was younger.
The kiss broke and both girls gazed into each others eyes. It had been Rachel’s first kiss with a girl. Wendy was now experienced compared to her new friend! Rachel’s face beamed. It was such a tender kiss she thought. Much softer than when she had kissed boys. Wendy had enjoyed it too. It had been nice for her to share a lesbian experience with somebody as naive as herself rather than with a dominant older women.
Miss West wanted more.
“Rachel, what else would you like to do with Wendy?”
Rachel, slightly flustered and worried about being caught by somebody, replied shyly;
“Nothing. I think I should get back to work.”
“Now, now Rachel, please don’t rush off just yet! Wendy, is there anything you would like to do to Rachel?”
Wendy now got her chance to make Rachel uneasy.
“Oh Miss West. I would love to do something with her!” Wendy looked Rachel in the eye and gave her a cute smile. She licked her lips seductively and pouted at Rachel.
Rachel blushed at being looked at like this by Wendy.
“I would love to kiss her again Miss West; but not on the lips…” She spoke softly now and almost whispered; “down there!” Wendy shifted her gaze momentarily towards Rachel’s lower half.
Rachel tried to step back in shock but the cubicle restricted her. She let out a quick, high pitched gasp at Wendy’s comment.
“Ooh yes. That would be lovely wouldn’t it Rachel?” Added Miss West.
“Err, no I don’t think so. I really need to get back to work!” Rachel spoke hurriedly and with panic. She became quite flustered.
“Well young lady how are you going to explain to your boss that Wendy is wearing your shoes and your g-string!” Miss West stated.
“Oh she must not find out! Please! Please can I just have them back?” Rachel panicked.
“Of course you can. Once you have turned around and hitched up your skirt!”
“Oh please don’t make me do that! I will do anything but that! I don’t want her to kiss me down there! I’m not a lesbian!”
“Well you have two choices. You either let her kiss you down there or I go and see your boss right now!”
“Oh please! I need this job so much! What would you want her to do to me?”
“I want you to turn and face the wall. Then I want you to hitch your skirt up above your bum. Then I want you to spread your legs a little. Then I want you to reach round and spread your bum cheeks so Wendy can see your tight little bum hole. On my command she will then French Kiss your anus!” Miss West spoke softly but with authority. It made Rachel feel as though she had no choice but to obey.
Wendy looked on with great pleasure as Rachel succumbed to Miss West’s power and then shrivel in fear and embarrassment at the thought of the inevitable.
Rachel was relieved she didn’t have to do the kissing down there but she really didn’t fancy a girl touching her privates like that. She didn’t want to go with another girl anyway and definitely not at work or while another woman looked on!
“Oh come on Rachel let’s get it over and done with! We don’t have all night!”
Rachel obeyed. She faced the wall. Struggled to get her tight skirt over her tight bum and then shifted her feet apart.
“Come on, let her see your anus Rachel!” Miss West mocked.
Slowly she placed her hands on her bum cheeks and spread them very slightly.
“Ok Wendy get on your knees and study Rachel’s little anus!”
Wendy, still wearing the g-string and feeling very turned on, bobbed down and perched on her knees with her face just inches from Rachel’s behind.
Wendy gazed at the little hole in front of her and Miss West gazed at the beautiful scene in front of her. One young girl about to have her anus mouthed by another girl for the first time and one girl about to taste yet another female. Miss West had high hopes for Wendy. She thought they had a good relation ship ahead of them, playing this daring role play and carrying out her fantasies in various locations and with various women.
Rachel stood in silence. She could feel two pairs of eyes staring at her in this intimate position. She felt humiliated and exposed. She froze waiting for that first touch from Wendy’s mouth. Although she was scared she had never felt so excited in all her life. She had a mass of mixed emotions and her vagina became wet and her little anus ached with anticipation.
“Wendy, kiss Rachel.”
“Yes Miss West, anything for you!”
The words of command and Wendy’s answer added to Rachel’s fear and she let out a gasp.
Wendy couldn’t believe how easy it had had been for Miss West to break Rachel and get her to agree to this!
Wendy placed her hands on Rachel’s and encouraged her to spread herself further. Rachel’s crevice opened and Wendy moved her mouth to Rachel’s hole.
She laid a couple of soft kisses around Rachel’s rim which caused the young girl to shudder at the sensitivity of her skin in such a private place. Wendy continued to kiss her rim and then started to flick at Rachel’s hole with her tongue.
Rachel couldn’t believe the sensation. She had felt nothing like it. She was so tender and sensitive and it was hard to deny how pleasurable it felt.
Wendy was soft at first. She built the pleasure up slowly. She moved in and out from the hole to the rim. Flicking and kissing.
Miss West also not wanting to get caught decided to speed things up a little. She laid her hand on the back of Wendy’s head and pushed her face harder into Rachel.
Wendy took the hint and began to vigorously French Kiss Rachel. She pushed her tongue hard and deep into Rachel and made the kiss sloppy. She slurpt at the tight anus with lips and tongue, sucking and probing.
Rachel began to rock her hips back and forth as the motion took her into a distant place. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip. She fought hard to make sure she didn’t let out a scream of pleasure. She thought pleasant thoughts. She tried to deny to herself what was really happening.
Wendy loved the taste of Rachel. She knew from her previous two nights work when a woman was enjoying herself. She thrived on making Rachel turned on. To break another girl in! To take a girls lesbian virginity! She lapped faster and harder and tugged at Rachel’s cheeks to get in deeper and deeper.
Miss West pushed harder on Wendy’s head as she too was taken by the experience. She had never seen Wendy so eager to please another woman. She was also impressed by Rachel. She appeared to be enjoying having a girl tongue her arse. She stroked Rachel’s face and smiled. To her surprise Rachel looked into her eyes and smiled back. She was almost in a trance as Wendy worked her into a frenzy.
Suddenly Miss West ragged the curtain closed and stood back from the cubicle. She coughed falsely and in a panic said “Come on Wendy chop chop!”
There was another shop assistant entering the changing area with another customer.
Wendy and Rachel realised at the same time what was happening! Rachel closed her legs and attempted to pull down her skirt. Wendy stayed on her knees and kept hold of Rachel’s cheeks. She quickly lifted a finger to her lips to gesture to Rachel to keep quiet.
Rachel froze. Wendy, much to Rachel’s astonishment, stopped licking her anus but gently laid kisses on to Rachel’s soft bum cheeks. She shook her head for Wendy to stop. Wendy looked up and smiled. She gave her a few more kisses and then stood up and slowly and quietly turned Rachel around to face her. Again she gestured for her to keep quiet. They could both hear the other people outside. Wendy moved in to kiss Rachel on her lips. Rachel pulled away. She put her mouth to Wendy’s ear and whispered.
“I thought you only did it because she forced you”?
Wendy copied Rachel and whispered in her ear.
“Yes. Normally I just do as I am told. But, but you are different. I think you are lovely!”
Rachel was stunned. She was flattered that Wendy found her attractive but nervous too at their predicament.
She did not pull away when Wendy tried to kiss her again.
They shared a slow gentle quiet kiss. Only they would know about it. It was such a loving kiss and the secret made it so sexy both girls thought to themselves. They broke the kiss and they stood there in silence and waited.
Rachel allowed herself to explore Wendy’s body with her eyes. She studied her face and neck line. Her shoulders and arms. Wendy had a perfect body and felt exhilarated to have had such an affect on this young girl.
Rachel’s gaze fell to Wendy’s breasts and her eyes circled Wendy’s nipples and then down to her tummy button.
Wendy took Rachel’s hands and lifted them slowly towards her. She placed them on her shoulders and slowly guided them down to her breast. Rachel caressed them and gently squeezed Wendy’s breasts. Both girls looked at each other and smiled shyly.
At that moment Miss West coughed again and tugged on the curtain. The girls moved fast and managed to pull away before Miss West could see their touches.
“OK. I think it’s time we left Wendy. Rachel, thank you very much for your time. We will take three of the dresses Wendy liked. Could you get three different colours please. We will also take two sets of each of the sets of underwear Wendy tried on.”
“OK. Erm, what about my shoes and erm, underwear?” Rachel asked nervously.
Miss West leaned in and whispered to Rachel;
“You may take Wendy’s shoes for now. If you would like yours back you may call around at my house to pick them up next weekend! I will give you my address. As for the g-string, I’m sure you’ll agree it looks so good on Wendy!”
Rachel smiled and disappeared to pick out the clothes Miss West had asked for.
Un be known to Miss West Wendy had heard what she said. She felt strangely jealous. Rachel had only just met Miss West and already she was being invited to her house! Wendy had never been invited and she had known Miss West for two days now!
“Wendy, put on this dress.” Miss West handed Wendy a dress that she had not tried on yet. It was exceptionally short and tight. Wendy, still in the cubicle slipped the dress on and checked herself out in the full length mirrors outside. The dress was so short you could see the bottom of her bum cheeks as she walked. She picked up the clothes she had arrived in and followed Miss West to the check out. People stopped and stared as the couple walked through the shop. Some stared as they recognised the ‘naked’ girl and some stared at the shortness of the dress!
Rachel met them at the checkout, scanned the dress Wendy was wearing and bagged up the remainder of the clothes. Miss West paid for the goods and slipped a card to Rachel with her home address on.
Miss West and Wendy left the store and Wendy continued to feel tense as peoples eyes fell on her ridiculously short dress.
It was almost time for the ladies to depart. They did a little more window shopping and chatted freely.
At 10pm Miss West turned to Wendy.
“That’s it. Times up. Are you ok to make your own way home?”
“Yes Miss West.”
“Wendy next week I am working away from home so I will not need your services.”
Wendy felt almost disappointed. Not only did she need the money but she almost liked being Miss West’s play thing.
Miss West continued. “Instead I wonder if you could come to my house next weekend?”
Wendy didn’t hesitate. “Yes Miss West, anything for you!” Wendy’s weekends were precious. She worked to earn money to spend at the weekend. Her main reason to go out was to look for a boyfriend. But now, with her body being used as a toy by Miss West and her friends, the need for a boyfriend faded. She was living a sexual fantasy well beyond her belief.
She couldn’t wait for next weekend…..and didn’t Miss West ask Rachel to call round to pick up her shoes….?

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Julia’s Journey Chapter 1

I have set this story around the mid 19th Century in England and tried to keep the language and attitudes appropriate to the period as far as possible. This isn’t intended to be a purely lesbian story, it’s just the way Part 1 has turned out as I wanted to keep things to a readable length. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.
Julia lay in her bed and tried to concentrate. There was silence throughout the house and not even a faint whisper from the leaves in the trees outside her window in the sultry, humid August air to distract her. She fancied that if she listened really hard she could hear the soft breathing of her younger sister Elizabeth, asleep in the next bed and tried to pluck up the courage to take the first faltering steps to awakening her senses.
She closed her eyes and concentrated purely on herself. This journey had begun a few weeks ago when her best friend Charlotte had discovered a book while idly looking through her father’s library. The book was written in a strange script that had been painstakingly translated in to English in the margins and preached a hedonistic lifestyle quite divorced from the strictly regimented and closed society of rural, middle class England.
This was a society where men and women were treated equally and their needs were on an equal footing. This equality extended to sex and much of the text described in great detail how men and women could achieve a sense of wellbeing through love making, each page elaborately and beautifully illustrated with the entwined figures and what she presumed to be the local flora and fauna.
Julia had hardly considered this before, as young ladies of her social class and age were expected to act with decorum at all times, and to use their modesty and accomplishments to win the hearts of prospective husbands. The whole process of marriage was a game, part ritual and part political in which the woman had precious little control and love was a long way down the list after duty, honour and expedience.
In the following days, she and Charlotte had read through the entire text and the revelations it contained. Every form of sexual union was celebrated, with none being taboo although the text warned against having children by close relatives which was said to cause weakness in the bloodline. At first Julia had blushed at the direct and straightforward nature of the book but she became increasingly fascinated with this alternative outlook on society.
Science was increasingly pushing at the boundaries of man’s knowledge and one effect of this was to shake the foundations of the religion that had always been accepted as the bedrock of existence. She began to question why she should be constrained in her behaviour and why her situation was so unequal in virtually all areas to her brother. She questioned why modesty and restraint were held to be virtues instead of the pleasures to be obtained from sex in a society that could celebrate such actions rather than censor them. Yet her current situation was built on a reputation that took her family generations to build and would take mere moments to destroy, and sensible of the effect her actions could have on her beloved family she could not embrace her new found knowledge openly but had to wait until the dead of night, like a thief.
There had been a lengthy chapter on the joys to be had by one self and Julia had read that chapter avidly this morning, making a pact with Charlotte that both of them would experiment tonight and meet the following day to discuss the experience. The chapter seemed to be aimed primarily at girls a little younger than Julia, who had recently turned sixteen, but her total lack of experience in this area seemed to make this as good a place to start as any as well as allowing her to dip her toe into this different and exciting world without compromising the life she was obliged to live.
She looked across to make sure her sister was asleep, silently slid back her bedclothes and removed her nightdress with a graceful movement. Julia looked at her slim, naked body and lay back on the bed, her long golden hair spreading out over her shoulders.
Even this was unfamiliar to her, as she had become accustomed to getting dressed with the aid of a ladies maid, her body hidden for modesty’s sake. Once more she closed her eyes and concentrated, trying to remember what was in the book. The overriding theme was to take your time and discover your body and what it desires – ‘each of us is different’.
Using the tips of her fingers she delicately traced a line down the side of her body, past her slim waist and the flare of her hips and onwards down her outer thigh. Julia liked this feeling, it was sensual rather than ticklish, especially when her fingers made the return trip over the more sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
‘Take your time’ she thought as she traced her fingers upwards over her flat, taut belly towards the globes of her generous breasts, deliberately skirting them and continuing upwards to the nape of her neck. She shivered slightly as her fingers found the erogenous zone behind her ears before skirting her breasts again and down towards her thighs.
Julia raised her legs and this time her fingers moved behind her knees and up the back of her thighs before veering away from her pussy and returning to the valley between her twin peaks. She felt hot and dipped her fingers in a glass of water she had by her bedside, allowing the droplets to fall on her heated flesh, running in rivulets down her sides and dampening the sheets causing new sensations as her fingers circled round her belly, spreading the cooling water over a larger area.
An image of George, Charlotte’s brother, formed in her mind and she tried to imagine what his tall, handsome figure would look like unclothed. Julia’s hands gently cupped her tits and she massaged the soft mounds gently, rubbing her thumbs across the area of her nipples, feeling them grow and stiffen beneath her touch. Her breathing deepened as she gently tweaked her nipples before pulling at them and squeezing them harder mixing pain with the pleasure until it was difficult to know where one ended and the other began but she knew was that she was experiencing something new and wonderful.
Julia lifted one of her breasts with its engorged and reddened nipple to her mouth and tenderly licked and sucked at it while her other hand descended in slow sweeping movements towards her luxuriant blonde bush, spacing her fingers as she reached her goal so that they spread each side of her virgin slit and allowed the palm of her hand to cup the prominent mound.
She began to rub in slow circular movements as the feelings of lust in her young body steadily grew but she was not ready yet, not quite aroused enough. She slid both hands under her tits again and pushed them together, squeezing them upwards and rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger before descending again to her pussy, this time allowing one of her fingers to trail along the line of her closed lips, shivering with anticipation. Julia increased the pressure on her labia, expecting them to part but they remained tight shut. She needed to see what she was doing so she turned up the light in the oil lamp and took a small mirror from her dressing table and placed it between her knees.
The sight of her pussy in the mirror made her feel even more aroused and she gently slid both hands either side of her outer lips and pulled them apart, using an exploratory finger to rub along the emerging gap. Julia shivered again at the heightened sensitivity of this area, and needing more lubrication, put her finger in her mouth before returning to her sweet nether regions. She carefully traced around the outer lips of her hitherto untouched love hole, feeling more and more aroused, mixing the lubrication on her finger with the growing moisture in her pussy, all the while watching her reflected finger dreamily slip between her puffy outer lips.
Once her finger was wet with her love juices, Julia moved deeper and upwards, searching for the bud of her clitoris. She moaned as she found it, sending a jolt through her body, surprised by just how sensitive it was and made sure her fingers were thoroughly covered in her pussy cream before returning to it, just grazing it this time rather than rubbing it directly, letting out a low moan of sheer pleasure that she stifled in her pillow.
Julia explored every inch of her boiling cunt, moving to her inner labia, and putting an exploratory finger deeper into her hole. Her other hand returned to her clit, and feeling bolder, she now circled the erect little bud with her finger, soaked with the fragrant juices that were leaking copiously from her honey trap.
Julia’s breaths were becoming deeper, the pleasurable feelings became more and more intense as she looked at her juicy pussy, the surrounding hair matted, the lips parted like a flower in full bloom. The movement of her fingers became quicker and more intense as the pleasure grew, a small scream escaping her lips.
She shot a worried look towards Elizabeth who still slept on and buried her face in her pillow as she experienced her first shattering orgasm, her body rigid and clamping down on her finger buried deep inside her twat. How long she lay there she did not know, it felt like fireworks going off in her brain as waves of pleasure overtook her and she slumped back on to the bed.
Julia was elated but still wanted more, even though this had surpassed her expectations. George’s image came back into her mind, followed by that of Charlotte, beautiful flame headed Charlotte.
She tried to shut Charlotte’s image out but quickly scolded herself – her imagination must be allowed to take flight and nothing is taboo.
Her heated thoughts still surprised her though and she explored them further, imagining Charlotte and George both naked and waiting on her, their hands roaming over her tender young body. She imagined giving herself willingly, of George positioning himself between her legs while Charlotte bent her mouth towards hers for a kiss. Julia’s fingers ware busy again, tweaking at her nipples and ravaging her pussy, building herself up to another climax as great as the first before her fingers were flooded once more with her pungent, orgasmic juices. She panted as if she had just run a mile, her body covered in a light sheen of sweat. As her breathing slowed, and she descended from the tingling heights she slipped her night gown back on and fell into an exhausted, deliriously happy sleep.
The following morning, Julia was awoken as usual by her maid, pulling back the heavy drapes.
‘Good morning Miss’ said the maid cheerily. ‘I have your water for washing here and I’ll be back in a few minutes to help you get dressed’.
Thank you Maisie, replied Julia, dragging herself out of bed towards the bowl. This morning ritual was quite enjoyable in the summer but could be a trial in the winter when the room was cold despite the fire in the grate and the water was chill to the touch.
‘Good morning Elizabeth. Did you sleep well’ she said to her younger sister who was stretching and yawning in the next bed.
‘Fine thanks. I have Latin lesson today with Reverend Greene’ she said screwing up her face.
‘Julia, who was the last person you heard talking Latin, apart from Reverend Greene of course?. I don’t think I have heard anyone speak it in everyday language except to try and impress those who don’t understand it’.
Julia smiled, watching Elizabeth begin her morning ablutions and wondered what she would make of the book. She wished it had a title but it just appeared to be a collection of notes that had been arranged more or less into a complete work. Elizabeth carefully washed beneath her nightclothes over the swelling buds of her breasts. Julia noted that her sister had changed enormously in the past year from a little girl of thirteen to a girl on the verge of womanhood. In many ways she was quite unlike Julia who was all blonde hair, pale blue eyes and generous curves, the quintessential English rose, while Elizabeth was dark haired like her father and of a slim, athletic build, an accomplished musician who obviously hated Latin.
Her beauty, like Julia’s, came from her mother’s side with her fine bone structure and well proportioned features. Lady Creswell expected all her daughters to marry well and was already busying herself with potential suitors for Julia.
‘You have a streak of rebelliousness in you. I like that, it shows you are thinking for yourself and you are most definitely growing up’ Julia announced.
Elizabeth flushed with pride at this. ‘I will try my best to please the Reverend for Mama’s sake but I swear I shall not speak a word of the language in public for as long as I live’.
Julia laughed at her seriousness but further chatter was brought to a halt as Maisie returned with clothes for both girls and helped them as they got dressed. This particular part of the ritual irked Julia who waited patiently while Elizabeth was dressed and went down for breakfast.
‘Why does this have to be so awkward Maisie?’ she grumbled as she fiddled with her clothing beneath the nightwear. ‘All of us women are made in the same way’.
‘How do you know someone won’t come walking in miss’, said Maisie looking shocked, ‘and you standing there naked as the day you were born’.
Julia looked at Maisie who was a little older than she was, a plain girl but with a good strong figure and a generally happy demeanour. ‘Would you be embarrassed?’ she said.
‘It ain’t right miss for a lady such as yourself’ said Maisie uncomfortably, helping Julia into her underclothes.
‘In your family you must have seen your sisters as they do not have ladies to help them dress, so why is it any different to me?.
Maisie looked at her with incomprehension. ‘It just is miss’ she said.
Julia sighed to herself and stayed silent as Maisie finished helping her into her dress, tying the cords at the back. The onward march of womanhood and civilization itself usually foundered on people such as Maisie who were totally unable to see beyond what was immediate, familiar and comfortable she thought to herself, and after thanking her maid, she joined the rest of her family at breakfast.
As usual, there was food of every description laid out on plates and in steaming tureens on the sideboard. Julia helped herself to a plateful and, after kissing her father and mother, sat at the table. Elizabeth was there with Edward her older brother, who with his blonde wavy hair, blue eyes and fine figure was a favourite with the local girls at the balls that were held from time to time in the area.
At the foot of the table was Cassandra, the youngest at twelve. There was something about Cassandra that unnerved Julia. She tried to decide if it was her dark eyes or the way that when she spoke to you it seemed as if she had a window into your soul. Then there was Cassandra’s vindictiveness, in stark contrast to the rest of the family. Cassandra would never let a perceived slight or anything she regarded as unfair pass without exacting some kind of retribution, and this could be vicious as at least two members of the household who had been dismissed would attest. Both Julia and Edward had crossed her in the past and both had been left with the undeniable feeling that they had come off second best but as she was her father’s favourite she appeared untouchable.
‘What do you intend to do today, Julia? enquired her mother.
‘I need to visit the Thompsons’ she replied, as Albert has broken his arm and to look in on Marion’s new baby. I thought that I would call in at Charlotte’s on my way back’.
‘Excellent’ said Lady Creswell dabbing the side of her mouth with a napkin. Make sure that you have milk for the baby and provisions for the Thompsons as they can ill afford the loss of Albert’s income’.
‘I have already asked Cook and she has promised to have them ready for me before I leave’.
Lady Creswell smiled at her daughter and hoped that at least part of the reason for her calling on Charlotte so regularly was to acquaint herself with George who was heir to the vast estates of Lord Rainham. Julia was a beautiful girl and still only sixteen but Lady Creswell was determined to see her installed at Rainham Park sooner rather than later.
The rest of breakfast passed with the usual light chatter and Julia was soon collecting parcels of food and a jug of milk from the cook and heading along the dusty road towards the cottages housing her father’s tenants mounted on her favourite bay mare. The sun was warm on her face with a light summer breeze as the mare broke into a gentle trot, its hooves rhythmically beating a tattoo, as she gazed upon the landscape, turned gold and brown as the harvest time neared. She could see many workers in the fields, some on her father’s land as a part of the duty they owed him and some tending their own smallholdings on which they would grow much of their own food, sowing and reaping different crops in time with the seasons.
As she neared the cottages, she passed small children playing on the verges and women making and mending or busy with the housework. Julia knew all of her father’s tenants by name and exchanged pleasantries as she rode towards the Thompson’s cottage towards the far end of the street. As she slowed by the front door, Jim, the Thompson’s eldest boy at 15, arose from the plough he was hitching to his horse and held the mare while Julia dismounted.
‘Good Morning miss, what brings you here?’ he said brightly.
‘I have some milk for the baby and some provisions to help out while your father cannot work’.
‘He don’t hold much with charity miss’ said Jim rubbing his chin.
‘It’s not charity, its good sense’ said Julia firmly. ‘My father has always put the welfare of his tenants high on his list of priorities as you well know’.
This was true, the Creswells had always had the reputation of fine landlords and their tenants enjoyed some of the best housing and land in the neighbourhood. Yet even this did not seem to be enough in the past few years, as the steady stream of folk leaving the countryside for the towns in search of a better life working in the burgeoning factories and mills threatened to leave the great estates undermanned. The old order was changing, the new landowners were the newly enriched industrialists as the gentry slowly disappeared either through their own mismanagement or crippling death duties. These new owners did not share a love of the land or its people or the principle of noblesse oblige, the unwritten bond that bound the landlord and his tenants together. Julia could only wonder at what the future held for the heartland of England.
‘Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you. He’s right grumpy today’ laughed Jim as he tied the mare to a fence post and stood aside to allow Julia to enter the cottage. Julia was aware of the quick movement of his eyes as he took in her figure and smiled to herself as she entered the doorway into the small front room.
Her conversation with Albert and Marion was short but pleasant. True to form, Albert had at first declined the provisions she had brought, but his objections were half hearted and mainly for show as his wife thanked Julia warmly and graciously accepted the present. There was much chatter about the baby Maud and the care of young infants that had Albert thinking that even with his broken arm he would far rather be pushing a plough up and down the field than listen to these two women. Unfortunately for him, he decided to voice this opinion and was rewarded with a scolding from Marion on the subject of manners where she scarcely seemed to pause for breath for a full five minutes.
A short while later, Julia bade Marion and a distinctly chastened Albert goodbye and turned the mare in the direction of Rainham Park.
As she neared her destination she urged her mount into a gallop, impatient to meet Charlotte and spill her news, wondering what delights her best friend had experienced and whether they were the same as her own. Charlotte was waiting for her as she reached the impressive wrought iron gates to the estate, flanked by large Romanesque pillars carved from the local stone. The pair rode back to the house, dismounting and handing their horses to the groom before heading into one of the less formal gardens with a swing at the back, slung between two large oak trees.
Charlotte sat on the swing, idly kicking her feet while Julia sat in front of her stretched out on the grass.
‘So how was it last night?’ said Julia, her eyes ablaze with excitement before launching headlong into a long and detailed explanation of her own exploits. Charlotte listened wide eyed but grew more nervous and fidgety as Julia’s tale drew to a close.
‘Your turn now’ she said at length.
‘In truth there’s not much to tell’ said Charlotte quietly. ‘Oh Julia, I wanted to do something but I couldn’t get settled, I didn’t feel comfortable’.
Julia felt let down and even betrayed in a funny sort of way.
‘You promised’ she said, ‘and you have listened to my story with nothing to tell of your own’. ‘You even have a room to yourself whereas I have to share with Elizabeth and there is no-one within a distance where they could possibly hear you’.
‘I know’ said Charlotte, embarrassed that she had broken her promise.
Charlotte felt miserable. In truth she had persuaded herself out of doing anything as she was sure that Julia’s courage would fail her but now she was left with the appearance of being weak and indecisive. This feeling was both unfamiliar and uncomfortable to her and she resolved to remedy the situation as soon as she was able.
‘I promise I will keep our pact’ said Charlotte quietly.
Julia looked at the hurt in the eyes of her best friend and her heart melted.
‘It makes a change that I have proved to be bolder than you’ she said with a hint of laughter in her voice ‘and I find it most agreeable’.
Charlotte was about to reply but further discussion was halted by a maid scurrying across the lawn bearing a letter on a silver tray. She curtsied to Charlotte, who took the letter from the tray, and withdrew immediately.
She opened the letter and read it together with the card it contained and her features brightened.
‘There is to be a summer ball in Leighton hosted by the Windleshams’ she announced. ‘I expect your parents have received an invitation as well’.
Julia hurried over to look at the letter and read it excitedly. The Windlesham’s social events were famous in the County for their size and splendour and were invariably a highlight of the season.
The two girls were soon planning dresses, dancing partners and all the paraphernalia that surrounded such an important event in their lives.
‘We must practice the latest dances, the Windleshams are certain to have brought the latest fashions from London’ said Charlotte. ‘Seeing as you are feeling so superior at the moment you can take the part of the man’.
‘Come’ she said standing up and Julia took her place next to her, lightly taking her hand and with a light hum the two of them began the intricate, formal dance.
Charlotte was concentrating on her line, and Julia admired her slim, lithe, pert breasted figure with her striking, flame red hair, emerald eyes and milky, unblemished skin. Julia’s part in the dance was simpler and she acted as a perfect foil for Charlotte, allowing her to perform the graceful turns with ease. As they changed direction, Charlotte stumbled and Julia steadied herself and caught her in her arms. Memories of the previous night flooded into her brain, her face just inches from Charlotte’s……close….too close.
The surroundings appeared to become indistinct, she was focussed on that gorgeous face and nothing else, the blood pounding in her ears. She brushed Charlotte’s lips with her own, scarcely realising that she had done so, as if some external entity controlled her movements.
‘Julia, you mustn’t’ whispered Charlotte yet her body remained inert in her arms without even a token attempt to break away.
‘You are truly beautiful my love’, whispered Julia and holding her girlfriend with what she supposed was a manly embrace, crushed Charlotte’s lips with a kiss.
‘Not here’. Charlotte’s voice trembled and the two of them half walked and half ran through a stretch of woodland towards a building positioned near the centre of the park. Julia recognised it as a folly, a miniature of the Pantheon, the ancient Roman temple originally built for the ancient pagan Gods before becoming a Christian temple. The two girls mounted the steps and entered the shadowy recess beyond.
‘Julia, I’m not sure…’ began Charlotte before her mouth was once again entwined with her best friend’s, her lover.
Julia pinned Charlotte lightly against the wall, her kiss more urgent, more passionate than before. She let her tongue pass between her lips, searching, probing. The body that she held stiffened and then yielded and her tongue danced with Charlotte’s sending waves of pleasure through her senses.
Julia was relishing her dominant role and lightly ran her fingers over Charlotte’s body, eliciting a positive response as she searches the erogenous zones around her neck and ears. Further exploration was frustrated by the thick material of Charlotte’s dress so Julia boldly reached down and began to unbutton the front down to just above her waist. She eased the garment from Charlotte’s slim shoulders and with a firm movement pushed both the dress and the undergarment down, revealing her pert, firm breasts each one topped with a large pink nipple that stiffened in the cool shade of the folly.
Julia ran her hands lightly over them, lightly teasing the erect teats in the way that she had aroused her own the previous evening. She was rewarded with a low moan from Charlotte.
‘Oh that feels heavenly’ she gasped. ‘Your description from last night hardly does it justice’.
Julia squeezed the nipple and Charlotte squeaked with pleasure.
‘Oh please carry on, it’s giving me the most delicious feelings, I can’t explain it’.
Julia bent her head to take the engorged nipple into her mouth. When she had first seen this illustrated in the book it had seemed a strange sight to see someone suckling like a baby and yet now it felt the most natural thing in the world.
She let her tongue circle the firm flesh before sucking it into her mouth and nibbling very gently on it. Charlotte’s sighs emboldened her further, and she took the other nipple into her mouth, working her hands at Charlotte’s dress, loosening the laces and pushing it further down her body until she eased it over the gentle flare of her hips and the garment slid to the floor.
Julia giggled, amused that Charlotte’s slim legs were encased in voluminous bloomers that extended down to mid calf. She led her deeper into the recess of the building towards the love seat and knelt before her, eased her thumbs into the bloomers and drew them down slowly to reveal Charlotte’s long legs, sheathed in pure white silk stockings and her bright red muff of pubic hair, the same colour that adorned her head.
Julia gently eased her back on to the seat cushions. ‘Now I will truly show you what you missed last night’ she whispered.
‘Someone may come and see us’ whimpered Charlotte but there was no way Julia would give up now. She gently pushed Charlotte’s thighs apart, the red folds of her outer labia becoming visible though the flame bush. Julia ran her fingers along the inner thigh, feeling a slight shiver of anticipation from her lover as she lightly brushed the sensitive skin, her motions unhurried as she circled her prize.
Charlotte’s eyes were closed and she was lightly chewing on her bottom lip as Julia teased her, her body arching as she willed Julia’s caresses to give her release.
Her body stiffened with a jolt as Julia ran her fingers over the lips of her pussy using her thumbs to gently prise them apart. She could already see juices beginning to leak from her hole and breathed in the heady musk of Charlotte’s arousal.
Her fingers moved deeper and upward, searching out the erect button of flesh that was the centre of her passion and grazed it lightly, smiling at the noises of sheer pleasure coming from her friend. Julia steadily worked her fingers in and around Charlotte’s pussy, feeling her excitement building as her love pit became wetter and wetter. With a cry, Charlotte thrust her hips upwards and clamped her thighs around Julia’s hand as she shook with her first orgasm. As she relaxed, Julia parted her creamy thighs again and looked lovingly at the open pussy in front of her. Her heart hammered as she remembered the next sequence of pictures in the book. It had all seemed so distasteful back then and Julia had been sure that she could never commit such an act on a man or woman but now she felt so aroused that anything seemed possible.
She ran her fingers through the soft pubic fur and lowered her head, planting a light kiss on Charlotte’s outer labia. She poked out her tongue experimentally to taste the pungent juices, finding them salty but not unpleasant before parting those sweet lips and running her tongue from the bottom to the top of her slit.
She fastened her lips around the erect clitoris and sucked it gently, swirling her tongue around the bud. She felt Charlotte’s hand on the back of her head, stroking her hair and driving her tongue deeper into her pussy, her cries becoming louder as she neared her climax. Julia inserted a finger as well, flicking her tongue in and out of her juicy cunt, sending Charlotte over the edge, filling Julia’s mouth with her sex juices as her hips bucked wildly, smearing her orgasm over her face.
They lay together for a while before Charlotte finally broke the silence.
‘That is the most wonderful feeling I’ve ever had’ she whispered. ‘To think it was with another woman as well, truly the thought had never entered my head’.
‘Nor mine before last night’ replied Julia. ‘I did not admit that earlier for fear of
shocking you’.
The two girls looked at each other and laughed.
‘So now it’s your turn’ said Charlotte firmly. ‘It would be most unfair if I had all the fun’.
She stood up and slowly disrobed Julia, becoming more excited as her body came into view. Her breasts were a little larger than Charlotte’s, her hips a little wider, more feminine somehow. She looked into Julia’s crystal blue eyes and kissed her soft, sensual lips, her urgent tongue seeking its soul mate. Julia lay on the seat and let Charlotte run her fingers and her tongue all over her body, willingly parting her thighs to give her access to her moist pussy.
The feeling of Charlotte’s tongue on her clitoris surpassed anything she had experienced the previous evening and she was soon writhing with abandoned pleasure as she was pleasured by her friend,
her orgasm swiftly rising in her loins as Charlotte’s tongue lashed back and forth along her boiling slit. With a cry she came, harder than she had come before as Charlotte buried her middle finger deep into her snatch and squeezed her erect nipples to heighten the pleasure still further.
The two girls lay together, their heavy breathing gradually subsiding as they returned to their senses, A sound, some way off startled them and they quickly rose and helped one another into their clothes.
‘We best get back to the house before we are missed’ said Charlotte. Julia nodded and after one last lingering kiss they left the folly and retraced their steps through the wood.

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Alternative Trio Pt. 1

In the middle of my tenth grade year in high school, my family moved to a new town. My
Dad got a promotion, and we could now afford to live in an area that was a little more affluent. I
was glad to leave the redneck area I grew up in, where my style and tastes just didn’t fit in .
I had few friends, and most of them didn’t really share my interests. And what’s more, I
had no girlfriends there, and was still a virgin.
I walked into my social studies class that morning; got a few nasty looks from what looked to be the
“popular” jock crowd. I was wearing my Sonic Youth t-shirt, and heard someone comment, ‘oh great another
one of those punk rock weirdos”. I now thought that this move sure hadn’t changed anything for the better.
I found a seat in the back near two sort of goth looking girls. Both were quite pretty, but seemed like the other outcasts in the room. “Great shirt man”, said the taller thin one. “Daydream Nation is awesome. I’m Deirdre, and this is my best friend Kathy” .
Deirdre had shoulder length black hair, a red skirt with fishnet stockings and combat boots on her long, slender legs. Kathy was short, just slightly plump. Her black hair was shorter, kind of a 1920’s flapper kind of style. She wore a Bauhaus t-shirt with black jeans and red Doc Martens .
“I’m Rick, just moved here”, I said kind of shyly.
When the bell rang and class was over, they asked me what other classes I had, and when I went to lunch. Kathy said, “so you like Sonic Youth, do you play ?”
“A little”, I said. “I have a bass and an amp that my uncle gave me when he quite playing. I fool around with it from time to time”
“Cool”, said Deirdre. “Kathy writes songs and plays guitar. I play drums. We need a bass player to have like a real band. Do you want to try playing with us someday”.
“Sure”, I said. “But I’m not real good, still learning”
“Well so are we”, Kathy said. “We have fun. You are probably the only other person into punk in this stupid jock and Barbie girl school.”
It turned out that we had lunch at the same time. We were the only three people seated at a big cafeteria table. The popular crowd looked at us from time to time and snickered. But we didn’t pay much attention. We talked more about getting together and playing. We made plans to get together one evening in Kathy’s basement. Her house was a few streets over from me.
We got together and played a couple evenings each week and it was fun. At lunch one day Kathy said, “You know with the school year ending , we’ll have a lot more time for playing. We could rehearse every day while my parents are at work, and not get yelled at to turn it down and shit. We could be ready to play one of those all ages shows downtown at The Loft in no time. My cousin’s boyfriend books shows down there and could get us in.”
So in June, when school let out I found myself with Kathy and Deirdre every day. We wrote stuff, recorded our jams and were becoming closer friends each day. One afternoon, when we decided to take a break, Deirdre said, “Man Kath, it’s so fucking hot today we ought to jump in your pool. We haven’t been in it yet this Summer.”
“Sure”, Kathy said. “Let’s go. You wanna get in pool too, right Rick.”
“I can run home real quick and get a swimsuit, be back in fifteen minutes”, I said.
“Oh fuck that”, Deirdre said. “When me and Kath go swimming in the daytime, we don’t need no stinkin’ swimsuits, do we Kath ?”
“My yard has a privacy fence, so us girls usually skinny dip when my folks aren’t home”, Kathy said in a cute, almost shy way.
I could feel my dick starting to get hard, picturing these two goth punk cuties bare ass jumping in the pool.
“‘Well shit I’m ready,” said Deirdre, as she took off her t-shirt. She didn’t wear a bra, and now stood, topless in black shorts and Doc Marten boots. Her tits weren’t very big, put she had a gorgeous, slender figure. Then she stepped out of the black athletic shorts revealing her pussy, which was shaved except for a little strip. I’m sure she could see my eyes focusing on it, and the bulge in my jeans growing. She sat on her drum stool and removed her boots and socks.
Her long toes had black nail polish, and she had perfect pink soles. “Now I’m really, really ready”, she announced with a giggle. “Come on man”, she said to me.
I looked over to my left and Kathy had started disrobing, a little more slowly than Deirdre.” Underneath her t-shirt she had a black bra. She removed the bra, revealing little puffy teenage tits, with large aureole
She was small, just around five feet tall, about nine inches shorter than Deirdre. She was slightly chubby, but not fat, just cute teenage girl baby fat. She removed her Converse All Stars, showing her petite little toes with nails painted red. Like Deirdre she had pale, perfect skin. Finally her shorts came off revealing a pussy shaved just like Deidre’s. “We shaved each other when I spent the night
last Friday. So we have twin pussies now. We each have a little Mohawk down there see. Punk pussies”,Deirdre said. “Do you like it?” She pointed to the little strip of pubic hair above her teenage pussy.
“Are you sure it’s OK if I swim…. uhhh naked I said”, almost in a state of shock. Remember I’ve never been with a naked teenage girl, and here I am with two little hotties, who are both now completely nude. I’m a little nervous They both laughed at my question.
“Goddamnit, you’ve already got to see BOTH of us naked already. The show ain’t free. Come on”, Deirdre said laughing the whole time.
I got undressed. My dick was pitching a tent in my briefs. “Somebody likes what he sees” Deirdre said. “Don’t be embarassed, you’re a cute, straight guy, you are supposed to get hard when you see naked girls.” I pulled down my shorts and I could see them both checking out my pulsating cock.
Kathy opened the patio door and we headed out to the pool. The girls went first. They ran side by side and jumped in. I walked through the door checking out the yard. Yes there was at least a ten foot high privacy fence surrounding the yard. Phewww, good thing I thought.
“Come on in”, said Kathy. Her and Deirdre were in the middle of the pool embracing one another. I jumped in and joined them. Kathy and Deirdre kissed each other; this was another shocker for me. “Don’t worry, we’re not real hardcore lesbians or any thing, but we do fool around with each other once in awhile when we get horny”, Deirdre said .
“We still like guys just fine”, Kathy said. “Come over here, lets have a band hug.”
So there I am, a sixteen year old virgin being embraced by two gorgeous, very naked girls in a pool. It was heaven.
Then Kathy, who initially appeared to be the shy girl, began to French Kiss me while I felt Deirdre’s hand grasp my hard dick and begin to stroke. “His dick stays so nice and hard, you’ve got to touch it Kath.” I felt Kathy’s palm first brush the head of my cock, sending a shiver
through my body. Then Deirdre released my shaft and rubbed her hand across my stomach and chest and Kathy held my fully engorged cock in her little hand.
“She’s never been fucked by a guy before”, Deirdre whispered in my ear. “You can be her first; she always tels me how much she likes you. We’re best friends, and we share everything. We can share your dick. too. Kath, why don’t we go back in your house ?”
We got out of the pool, drying off hastily, racing back in the house to finish what we started. We went up to Kathy’s bedroom. We laid in her bed. I was between her and Deirdre. Kathy once again began kissing me, while Deirdre began sucking my cock. She was good at it, I thought I would explode, but she would stop each time I was near coming. Then she said, “Sit back and watch for a few minutes.
She straddled Kathy’s face, and the two began licking each other’s pussy. The girls were both very turned on. They switched positions after a few minutes with Kathy on top for awhile. I laid back watching occasionally stroking my dick. ” Then Deidre said to Kathy, “I think somebody’s ready”, Kathy nodded. “Me too”, said Deirdre.
The girls turned their attention back to me. Kathy laid back with her legs spread while Deirdre sat up. Kathy lightly stroked her own clit with one finger. “Do you want to fuck her first”, said Deirdre. “Don’t worry, we’re both on birth control . We had this planned for weeks now. This is why we didn’t suggest going swimming before.”
I climbed on top of Kathy nervously. This was going to be my first time, but I didn’t say anything about it to them. Although they were both gorgeous, I especially had a thing for Kathy; she was more my type. But if both wanted to fuck me, I wasn’t going to stand in their way.
Slowly I penetrated Kathy’s pussy. She was very tight and I wanted her to be as comfortable as possible. I then broke her cherry and she winced, causing me to pull out a little. “Sweetie, it’s going to get better”, Deirdre told her.
I gently reinserted my cock in the pleasantly plump, diminutive goth girl. She seemed as though she was enjoying it more now. Deirdre was stroking Kathy’s hair and lightly kissing her while I fucked her. “Why don’t you get on top him”, Deirdre instructed Kathy. ‘It might feel even better.”
I rolled off of her. Then she straddled my cock while Deirdre got behind her and massaged her little tits. Then Deirdre said to me, “Would you like to eat my pussy while you fuck her”. I did not protest, and the five foot nine , slender, raven haired beauty put her
young twat in my face. She licked Kathy’s clit as she was riding my cock, which her long tongue would occasionally touch as well. I couldn’t hold off anymore and my cock exploded cum inside Kathy’ s pussy. Me we both out of breath.
Kathy then got off of me, and Deirdre said, “Look he’s got your cherry all over his beautiful dick. Let’s suck it and taste the both of you mixed together. Both girls tongued my cock which was covered in a mixture of cum and virgin pussy blood . They alternated between licking my cock and kissing one another. Then they stopped, and Deirdre said to Kathy, “You’re a big girl now man. How does it feel ?”
” It was great”, said Kathy smiling. She turned to me and said, “I guess by now you figured out that Deidre isn’t a virgin like me”.
“I had a boyfriend for a little while last year”, met him at a Black Flag show down at The Loft. He popped my cherry. But I’d like to feel you inside me too”.
With those words my cock was getting hard preparing for a second round……………

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A Risky Night Out

A couple goes out for a romantic dinner. One of the partners tease the other and they go back to their apartment for more than a few fucks. Enjoy 😉