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Once Andrea got the hang of rubbing herself off, her and Dani made it routine to watch each other right before they went to sleep. The girls were in the middle of their school year and learning many new things, including sex in health class. Andrea started becoming afraid of the thought of sex, even if it was just seeing her sister’s lovely pussy. Dani made it her mission to show Andrea there was nothing to be afraid of.

Dani, a virgin herself, knew so much about sex from watching countless hours of porn when her parents were gone at work on Saturdays. Andrea usually went to the mall this day, leaving Dani home alone with nothing but her fingers and a computer that opened the door to all sorts of kinky sex videos. She loved everything from bestiality to gay porn, but her favorite was incest. Something about it made her so wet and desperate. She ached for Andrea’s pussy on Saturday nights after long days of working her own.

Dani made sure Andrea knew to stay home one weekend so she could show her a “special surprise.” When the time came, Andrea was nervous. She feared they would get caught. She couldn’t imagine what that would look like to her mother. She’d be disgusted to see her twin daughters rubbing their cunts while watching men and women get their asses licked and fucked.

Dani wanted to go a step further. She wanted to feel Andrea’s pussy, to taste it. But first, she had to show Andrea that sex wasn’t bad or scary. She made a special list of videos to show to Andrea. It consisted of three videos. First was a typical video of a white man fucking a black woman missionary style.

The last two videos are where Dani really kicked it up and she knew she’d get Andrea with them. The second video was of twin brothers who took turns giving each other messy blowjobs and then they fucked each other. The third and final video showed two teenage girls performing oral sex on each other. The best part? The girls were twins.

Dani sat her nervous twin down in a seat next to hers and turned on the first video. After it progressed, Andrea started feeling wet. She liked how the woman’s tits jiggled every time the huge cock thrusted into her.

“She’s pretty…” Andrea said. She wanted to talk, but she was unsure of what to say. She figured that was a start.

“What else do you like about her?”

“Well, her nipples look real big. That’s pretty sexy. And her hips are big, too. Her skin looks so smooth and soft.”

“Most girls are like that.”

“Not me. I look weird.” Andrea lowered her head, ashamed. She felt ugly. Her and Dani were identical, but something seemed much more graceful and beautiful about Dani.

“Andrea, I think you’re perfect.” Dani reached over and squeezed Andrea’s hand. She smiled and hugged her sister, suddenly wetter than ever.

“Dani, I want to touch myself.”

“Me too. I’ll play the next video. I think you’ll like it.” Dani started playing the video of the twin brothers. The monitor showed two identically handsome men passionately kissing and flicking their tongues together.

“Whoa.” Andrea whispered. “Are they twins?”

“Yep. Just like us.” She smiled at Andrea reassuringly. She then stood and stripped. Andrea did the same. Both girls leaned back in their chairs and started slowly rubbing their clits.

They stared as one brother licked the other’s ass. The brothers both moaned, as did Andrea and Dani. Dani felt herself running out of patience and decided to skip to the third video.

Andrea smiled as soon as she saw it. She definitely liked the sight of tits and pussies. The twins in the porno rubbed each other’s pussies and then moved into a 69 position where they lapped up each other’s juices.

“Dani?”

“Hmm?”

“If, uhm… If I let you taste mine, can I taste yours? Just off our fingers, you don’t have to go down there.” She looked away, afraid to hear the answer. Dani reached into her pussy and covered her index and middle fingers with her juice. She told Andrea to take off her shirt and she did. Dani instructed her to close her eyes and focus on what she felt. Dani wasn’t sure of her next move, but she knew this was almost too good to be true and she couldn’t mess up.

She first kissed her sister on the lips. They hadn’t done this since the first time Dani exposed herself to Andrea and they both longed for it. She then forced her wet fingers into Andrea’s eager mouth. She sucked and swirled her tongue around them.

“Dani?”

“What, Andrea?”

“Do whatever you want. I want to learn everything.”

It was music to Dani’s ears as she bent down and once again pressed her lips to her sister’s. She moved them around and parted them to search for her sister’s tongue.

“Stick your tongue all the way out of your mouth.”

Andrea did so and Dani met it with her own tongue. She held it there for a second and then wiggled the tip of her tongue around Andrea’s. She then opened her mouth to take Andrea’s tongue into it. She sucked hard and Andrea moaned, excited by this new experience. Dani gathered more of her pussy juice as she continued making out with her sister. She smeared it all over Andrea’s puffy nipples and then rubbed it in.

Dani released her mouth from Andrea’s and moved it to the large nipples before her. She flicked one with her tongue and then took it into her mouth where she sucked and bit. Andrea began screaming. This new sensation was driving her crazy. She felt like her nipples were attached to her pussy; she felt just as good down there.

Suddenly Andrea’s legs started shaking and she had an orgasm. She didn’t squirt like she usually does, but she didn’t think she would since Dani was only stimulating her nipples. She panted hard as Dani climbed back into her chair.

“Your turn.”

Andrea, so turned on by the pleasure she just felt from her sister, lunged at Dani and passionately kissed her on the mouth. She had new confidence about her actions and she rubbed her hand down Dani’s body and then met her wet, soft pussy.

“I like the taste!”

“Take more, Andrea. Taste your sister’s pussy.”

Dani moaned as Andrea reached down and gathered juice onto her small fingers. She brought them up to her mouth and touched her clit as she sucked.

“Is it good? How does my pussy taste?” Andrea glanced up at Dani. She was biting her lip, amazed at how sexy the situation was. Andrea pulled her fingers out of her mouth and once again coated them in Dani’s pussy juice. She forced her fingers into Dani’s mouth. She felt so aroused as her sister’s tongue worked its way around all of her fingers.

“I want more, Dani.”

“Take more, sissy. It feels so good and you look really sexy right now.”

Without warning, Andrea got on her knees and lifted up her sister’s legs in one swift motion. Her face was inches away from the one thing she wanted most. She moved her face to Dani’s pussy so her nose was touching it. Dani was panting and getting wetter by the second. Andrea stuck out her tongue and licked from her sister’s tiny hole up to the large clit, where she sucked and nibbled.

Dani began screaming and within seconds, she was squirting. She didn’t have time to warn Andrea and her face ended up coated with her twin sister’s cum. Dani quickly stood up, knocking Andrea to the floor.

Dani, still shaking from her orgasm, pushed Andrea so she was laying on the floor. She moved her face close to her pussy and performed the same treatment, except she was able to reach her sister’s asshole with her tongue. This drove Andrea wild. She screamed and kicked and squirted on Dani’s face and in her mouth.

Once Andrea finished, Dani gave her a final lick and slithered up next to her sister. She cradled Andrea and placed her head on her chest. Both girls sat and relaxed and neither of them could wait for night to come.

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If you have not read Parts 1 & 2 please do so as this follows on and will make better sense if you read those first. Please read them in part order otherwise there will be no flow. These are purely my fantasies, stories I dream up and hope you enjoy as I share them. As always criticisms good and bad always appreciated but remember I am no professional writer and I have no one to proof read except myself. Adverts not welcome nor appreciated in the comments box. Part 3.

Not surprisingly, we slept in extremely late the next morning, lazing in bed together in each other’s arms, talking about this and that, absentmindedly stroking one another’s skin. We started to grill each other on first orgasms, how and where, alone or with someone, male or female, how old we were at the time. Asking about our respective partners, how attentive they were to our needs, the normal intensive girl talk.
After rubbing each other to orgasm during our shower, Alice dressed and disappeared off to the shop to get some supplies for lunch, we had decided to have a lazy day in our room. I slipped on a gauzy see through tunic, no point in anything else as it was so private here and went out on the balcony to sit and read.
I heard a knock on the door and presumed Alice had forgotten her key card, so I wandered through to the door and opened it, turning away saying,
‘That shopping didn’t take you long!’
I heard a short cough and turned to see a young girl in a maid’s outfit and realised she was the maid to clean the room.
‘Cleaning?’
She inquired.
‘I’m so sorry…’
I burbled,
‘Please carry on, help yourself.’
I wandered back out to the balcony to leave her to it. After a while I needed to go to the bathroom, returning into the main room, I could see the cleaning cart but not the maid. I could hear someone moaning, the noise coming from the bathroom.
Tip toeing to the edge of the door, which had been pushed slightly closed, I spied the young girl sitting on the vanity surface, her legs wide apart rubbing her dark hairy pussy with a pair of panties, only my wet, cum covered panties from the previous day! I quietly watch her as she part unzipped her tunic, reaching inside to fondle her breasts. I quietly waited, wanting to see more, my own pussy tingling at the sight of the young teenage girl getting off on my soiled underwear!
My excitement ramped up even more when she brought my panties to her mouth and she started to lick the wet crotch, a combination of my juices and her own. Her fingers sliding up and down her creamed up pussy, her juices clinging to her pubes. My fingers reached down between my legs and I rubbed my clit, so turned on watching her.
Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back in lust, I pulled off my tunic and hastily crept into the bathroom. I stood in front of her and gently placed my hands on her thighs. She opened her eyes in immediate shock and I brought one of my fingers to my lips silently indicating for her to be quiet. Then returned my hand to her thigh and slid both hands slowly up towards her opened pussy, she didn’t stop me so I lightly stroked her pussy lips which were covered in dark pubic hair.
I very slowly slid two of my fingertips up and down her folds, enjoying spreading her slick juices all over her pink lips. She groaned in response, opening her legs further. I continued to slide my fingers teasingly up and down her slit as I stared into her wide eyes.
‘Hey, it’s okay. I can make it real nice for you, do you want this?’
I pushed her gently. She responded biting her lip and nodding her head.
‘Open your dress for me, open the zip all the way and show me how beautiful you are.’
She pulled the zip all the way to the bottom of her tunic and pulled the fabric apart, revealing a small pair of young budding breasts, with large dark aureoles and chocolate nipples which seemed to tighten and pucker under my gaze.
I leaned forward and kissed each breast, coating each nipple in saliva, blowing across the flesh. I moved to one bud and drew the little nub into my mouth, pulling very gently and rubbing my teeth over the flesh. She moaned and put her hand on the back of my head and arched her breast into my mouth. I transferred my attention to her other tit, sucking and pulling on it.
Moving my fingers from stroking her pussy lips up to her clit, I started to gently circle the little bud with the pad of my longest finger, slowly increasing the pressure, she clutched tighter to my head and moaned again trying to tip her hips tighter to my hand. I increased the pressure on her clit, circling with my finger faster and faster. Her heart was racing so fast, she starting to pant as I pushed her closer until she went over that wonderful edge of orgasm.
Easing off the pressure on her clit and moving away from her tits and looking down at her dark pink pussy, my finger lightly stroking her as her breathing subsided. Her cunt was exuding cream, a wonderful glob of her cum pushed out of her opening, I captured it with the tips of my fingers and drew the viscous cream into my mouth, she was wide eyed with shocked curiosity at my boldness. I kissed her gently on the lips, sharing her glorious taste with her and before leaving her to herself in the bathroom, I whispered,
‘Come here tomorrow, you come to the apartment tomorrow, come at 10?’
She nodded, understanding my instructions and I wandered out, retrieving my tunic from the floor, slipping it over my head and returning to the balcony.
Sometime later, Alice returned with her shopping, as she was preparing lunch, I appeared from the balcony and came up behind her, kissing the side of her neck hungrily.
‘Hey, what’s with you? I haven’t been gone that long for you to miss me.’
She laughed at my horniness.
‘I see they’ve cleaned the apartment.’
She chatted away, laying out some salad. I untied the back and neck of her bikini and brought my arms around to her breasts, pushing the material aside to stroke her nipples, licking and biting at her neck and shoulders.
‘Leave lunch, I’m so fucking horney, I need tell you something!’
I explained, tweaking her nipples hard.
‘When the maid came, I caught her with her legs spread, sitting on the vanity unit in the bathroom, rubbing my used wet panties against her hairy pussy!’
By now the visions running through my head, coupled with Alice’s hard nipples pinched hard between my fingertips had turned me into a rampant mess. I slid one hand down her belly, dipping into her bikini bottoms and rubbing my fingers through her already wet slit. Continuing to bite and suck at her neck and tweak one of her nipples, I further relayed what I’d seen,
‘She actually sucked my juices and her own from my panties! She was young, still developing, budding little titties with dark chocolate nipples….she let me touch her Alice…..she let me suck on them……her pussy was so sensitive, such a tight little slit. She let me stroke her little swollen clit like I’m doing to you now….it was so exciting when she came…..I tasted her cum on my fingertips……so sweet!’
I am panting, my crotch aches, my fingers rubbing quickly over Alice’s clit, so turned on.
‘Come lie on the bed, I need to taste you!’
‘Yes, yes but I have something for you.’
Alice padded over to the wardrobe to retrieve something from her holdall. She returned with a plastic bag and pulled out a strap on! Not just a strap on…. an extremely well made, large, black, ribbed one. Various straps fitted to a rounded cup to which the cock protruded, above the phallus the material was raised like half a walnut shell and ribbed, there was a similar raised shape on the inside. The strap below the crotch area was quite wide but rounded and smooth. She smiled sheepishly at me,
‘You are going to love this, please wear it, I bought it thinking of you and imagining you fucking me with it, heaven knows how brave I must have felt when I packed it!’
Speechless at this development in events, I bit my bottom lip and nodded dumbly, sliding my legs apart. She buckled the wide comfortable band of material around my waist and pulled it snug. Dropping to her knees, she clipped a strap to a ‘d’ ring in the middle by my belly button attaching the plastic cock and pushing the cup area against my pussy lips. I then realised what the walnut shaped protrusion on the inside was for as it pushed against my clit. The wide, rounded strap following the folds of my pussy, up and snug against my arsehole, as she clipped it into place, it tightened, increasing the pressure on my clit, spreading my lips and buttocks wider and pressing on my anus.
It felt delicious, even more so when I looked down at Alice, eyeing my plastic appendage, licking her lips.
‘Suck it’.
I encouraged. She grasped the base as if it was a real cock and started to suck at the tip. The movement of her hand and mouth, caused the ribbed ‘walnut’ to rub against my clit.
‘Oh fuck, oh fuck, feels so good!’
I groaned, grasping the back of her head and rocking my pelvis back and forth, increasing the friction against myself. Pulling herself away, Alice stood up and pulled me over to the bed,
‘Lay down, on your back.’
Doing as I was told, I settled on to the bed, my head slightly propped up against the pillows, smiling at the view, a black ‘cock’, sticking up from my crotch, shiny with Alice’s saliva. The view was improved a thousand fold as Alice stood on the bed, either side of my hips and squatted down with her pussy hovering over my ‘cock’. Again speechless, I watched her cunt envelope this phallus in one sliding movement without any hesitation. Now as I’ve said before, she is a petite lady, small in stature but I would have never have dreamed her tiny cunt would take something of this size!
She groaned with pleasure as her cunt expanded to take its fill. Then she slowly lifted off and then plunged quickly back down, this she repeated over and over. At the same time, her movements again rubbed the ‘walnut’ against my clit deliciously, starting to build the sensations but what ramped up those feelings was her juices, white and creamy against the black of the cock, globs of it clung to the ribs and the more she drove herself up and down, it pooled in the small recess at the bottom. Her cunt lips, sucked on the phallus, sliding against the intrusion.
Edging closer to her own orgasm, she ground the strap-on into herself further, bucking and grinding her pelvis and her own clit against the raised walnut her side. It tipped me over the edge and I came, panting and moaning at this new sensation, Alice at the same time climaxed, slowing her movements as her breathing started to slow down.
‘Oh fuck Honey, you’ve surpassed yourself this time!’
I praised her, softly stroking her thighs and gazing at her flushed body covered in a sheen of sweat. She rose up on her legs, releasing the cock, leaving it still erect and covered in her cum.
‘Look at that! I want to lick and taste those juices.’
Alice reached over and unclipped the cock, sliding up the bed to lay beside me, offering me her cum covered toy.
‘Join me?’
I asked, my eyes sparkling. We both proceeded to lick and taste her cum, licking the cock clean. Despite orgasming, I remained in a heightened sexually frustrated state, my body craving more.
‘I need more!’ I blurted,
‘There’s a vibrator in my bedside draw. Please get it and use it on me! There’s two in there, use the big one…..now!’
Alice reached over and pulled my toy out. I immediately spread my legs wide, inviting Alice to nestle between me. She twisted the dildo into vibration mode, pulling my pussy lips wide and stroked the tip up and down, returning to hold it against my clit. The vibrations caused me to shudder with pleasure, as I moaned with gratitude. Sliding it back down to my opening, she pushed it in, my cunt oozing and wet, offering no resistance as she twisted and pressed it further into me.
Slowly she pumped it in and out as she leaned over and closed her mouth over my clit, licking and flicking her tongue over the engorged flesh.
‘Oh Baby that’s sooo good.’
I cooed letting the glorious feelings wash over me as she worshipped my body. Slowly she started to push the vibrator harder and faster into me at the same time drawing my clit into her mouth, sucking against it loudly.
‘That’s it. Faster……more…..arghhh……suck it harder Baby!’
My muscles started to tighten, the sparks ricocheting out, building and building until I hissed loudly,
‘Yessssss!’
I came hard, my cunt clamping at the dildo, milking it as my body exploded and the coiled spring unwound. Alice eased off sucking on my clit, slowly licking at the oversensitive area until my breathing eased. She moved up the bed to lay beside me, leaning over to kiss me, I explored her mouth with my tongue, hungrily tasting my juices. We spent the rest of the afternoon on the bed discussing our plans on how to corrupt and seduce the young cleaning maid tomorrow.
Waking early the next day, we showered together, shaving each other’s pussies, taking a long time to shower, stroke, finger fuck and lick each other. Dressing only in see through sun tunics, leaving nothing to anyone’s imagination, we sat on the patio trying to read and awaiting 10 o’clock to arrive. We heard the knock on the door dead on time and gave the maid time to let herself in. I went through into the apartment, greeted her, her eyes roamed over my near naked form, pretending not to notice, I asked her to start on the bathroom first. I noticed disappointment in her eyes before she turned away to clean.
Once I was sure she was settled and working, Alice came in and we started our plan. We moved over to the bed and started to kiss hungrily, although we’d discussed what we intended to do, we were both hugely turned on about our idea and we didn’t need to fake anything.
We soon slipped our tunics over our heads, caressing each other, Alice’s mouth encased my nipple drawing on the tightening bud causing me to moan. My hand slipping down and parting her pussy lips with two fingers, spreading her slick fluid, scissoring her engorged clit between plunging my digits into her cunt. We were in full view of the bathroom and glancing with hooded eyes I spotted her peaking around the door watching.
I went onto my knees and Alice placed her leg up on to the mattress of the bed, exposing herself to me, pulling her lips wide open revealing her beautiful pink clit and cunt. Continuing to fuck her with two fingers, I closed my mouth over her swollen bud and sucked on her loudly. Alice put one hand on the back of my head and pulled my face against herself and with the other hand pinched and tugged at each nipple.
‘Ahhhh……that’s it suck it………rub your teeth against me…….suck it tighter….!’
Alice was well into it by now, grinding herself against me, chasing her orgasm. I could see through the mirror on the dresser that the maid had now zipped open her uniform, her fingers stroking her tight little pussy. Smiling to myself, I carried on plunging my fingers knuckle deep into Alice’s cunt, making the most tantalising slurping noise.
‘Oooohhhh………….fuuuuuck……….fingers……harder!’
Alice gasped, I knew she was close, her cunt muscles tightening around my fingers as her body started to thrum with her pending climax. Gripping her clit tighter between my teeth, rubbing my tongue over the flesh, I felt her go over the edge, her internal muscles now clamping at my fingers trying to draw them in further whilst pushing out her glorious cum all over my fingers.
Standing back up to face her, I put my cum covered fingers into Alice’s mouth and she sucked her juices like a dying man needing water. By now the maid had completely removed her tunic and had crept closer, we could both hear her short breaths and her fingers rubbing against her wet slit. Turning to face her, we beckon her forwards to stand with us, she hesitates at first and we are not sure if she will comply. Then she moves forward and comes to stand next to us, nervously covering her pussy with her hand.
Alice lightly runs her finger tips up and down her arms, she visibly shudders at her touch, her eyes dilating as she sighs. I move behind her, standing so close my hard nipples graze the back of her shoulders, I lean over and softly kiss and lick her neck. Her skin smells of peaches, so soft, sensitive and young, I move up behind her ear, flicking my tongue out tasting her, then I whisper in her ear,
‘Do you want to join us and play? Explore your body……..taste your skin……stroke your beautiful dark nipples…….even……lick and…….bite them………..touch your pussy with our fingers……….our mouths……taste your young juices……….make you come,……..over………..and……….over?’
Every few words, I licked and sucked at her wonderful skin. Allice continued to stroke her skin, ghosting her fingers over the top of her breasts, shoulders and everywhere other than where we knew she wanted, even craved our touch.
She nodded in response,
‘Uh, Uh sweetheart.’
I whispered.
‘We need to hear you say ‘Yes’.’
‘Oh God yes!’
She uttered breathily, pushing her body back into mine, softly rubbing against my tits. Alice moved in to kiss her, brushing her tongue lightly against her lips, silently asking to let her roam her mouth. She opened up and Alice kissed her with passion, tongue duelling with hers, nibbling at her bottom lip.
I moved my hands to cover her small but budding breasts, stroking my palms against the tightening nipples, teasing her with light contact. I heard her moan into Alice’s mouth as I moved my fingers over the tightness, pinching and rolling those beautiful chocolate buds. Tentatively her hands came up to Alice’s boobs as she copied my actions making Alice moan in response.
Slipping my hands down further, I reached her pubic mound and slid two finger into her slit, smiling when realising how wet she was, spreading her young musky sent up and down. By now she was moaning quietly, bathing in our attention, I whisper quietly to Alice,
‘Move down and taste her, she tasted so sweet yesterday, she is so wet, you need to lick her clit!’
She stopped kissing her and gently moved down her body, kissing and licking as she went until she was on her knees, her fingers making gentle circular movements on her hips. Alice quietly said,
‘Sweetheart, place this leg up on the bed, let me take a look at you.’
I encouraged her from behind moving my hand to the underside of her thigh applying a little pressure. She complied and I slid my hands back and slipped my fingers between her pussy lips and exposed her fully to Alice’s excited gaze. She moved her face closer, breathing in her innocent scent and then blowing on her clit. Again the maid moaned and tilted her pelvis so that Alice’s nose touched her clit. Moving her face up, she slid her nose through her wetness following through with her tongue flat against the delicate pink folds. She tongued up and down her slit, relishing in her delicate flavour, pointing her tongue and pushing it against her tight cunt hole.
I inched my finger across to her now swollen clit, stroking it back and forth as Alice fucked her with her tongue, her moans grew louder and I increased the pressure knowing she would not take much to cum. Alice continued to lap at her juices as they secreted from her cunt, as I frigged her clit hard and fast. She came with a short wail, collapsing against me, her knees buckling as her orgasm took over. Alice, a wonderful and understanding lover, softly lapped at her, soothing her until her racing heart slowed, we moved her to the other bed so she could sit and recover.
By now Alice and I were so horney, we turned to each other, our kisses ravenous, tongues and teeth clashing as we pulled at each other’s hard aching nipples. Moving hands lower, we plunged our fingers into each other’s dripping cunts, frigging hard, making juicy slurping noises and we panted and moaned.
Alice broke away reaching for the strap-on, hurriedly fixing it on me, tightening the straps, forcing that strategically shaped rubber nubbin tight against my pussy. Pushing her over the bed face down, I lined the black phallus up to her cunt hole and drove it in to the hilt.
‘Oh God….Yessss!’
Alice hissed. I grasped her hips tightly digging my fingers in her flesh and started to pump into her as hard as I could, my legs slapping against her arse cheeks. Looking down at the gorgeous view of the cock driving into her cunt, the skin pulling and sucking, discharging copious oozing juices. The raised walnut rubbing deliciously on my clit, stroking me, heightening the sensation.
Pulling out of her, I rolled onto the bed on my back, the cock jutting upwards, covered in her white cream. Alice straddled it, squatting down to take its length all the way to the hilt. I reached up, pinching her swollen nipples, rolling them tightly between fingers and thumb. Looking over to the other bed, the maid sat on the bed, watching avidly as she stroked her pussy.
‘Hey, come join in.’
I invited and encouraged her to squat over my face. Nervously she manoeuvred herself but was reluctant to lower herself completely down, so I grasped her thighs and hungrily pulled her onto my face. My tongue vigorously explored her folds, lapping at the cum still secreting from her cunt, gasping at her delicate flavour as she relaxed into my ministrations.
Alice still busy pumping herself onto my cock, reached across to stroke her petite breasts, spitting on her fingers, pinching and rubbing her saliva over her tightly wrinkled nipples. By now the maid was rubbing herself against my tongue, moaning at our attentions, I moved my mouth to her little protruding clit and drew the flesh in, sucking and raking my teeth over it.
Her moans soon turned to wails as her climax started to build, fuelled by the sight of Alice fucking my crotch and the cock. I bucked my hips up to meet Alice’s downward thrusts, her tits bouncing from the movement. The maid came first, her immature body unable to cope very long, I slowed the vigour of my sucking as her orgasm waned, moving to lick at her cunt hole as her cum juices pushed out making sure I drew all of her fluids into my mouth. The delicate musky flavour triggered my orgasm as Alice drove her cunt down hard to grind out her own.
The maid rolled onto the bed beside me, boneless and panting. Alice remained sitting on the cock, enjoying the ebbing sensations of her cunt spasming around it and leaned forward to kiss me lovingly, saying,
‘That was the best, horniest orgasm I have so far, I am so wet.’
Climbing off of me, she laid down on the other side, her arm over her eyes as she caught her breath.
We all must have dosed and fallen asleep as when Alice and I awoke the maid had gone.
Lacking enthusiasm in the afternoon to venture to the beach, we spent the afternoon lazily sunbathing, naked on our terrace, laying side by side, reading, stroking one another’s bodies discussing events and our feelings on our holiday so far. We only had a couple more days left, both realising that this special time would soon be ending.
We ventured out in the evening for our usual meal and returned to the apartment, slipping into bed together, me spooning Alice, clutching one off her tits, flicking my thumb absent-mindedly across her nipple, we were soon fast asleep!

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Jennifer has lesbian sex for the first time with a female alien for the first time on the way to Kemon II

Nookumick returned a few hours later with a white uniform for me to wear. “Where’s my robe?” I asked, putting on the uniform he brought me.

“I’m told, it’s still in quarantine,” He replied.

“Okay. I’m hungry, can I have some food?” I asked.

“Of course, I’ll have some brought up to you.” He replied leaving the room.

A few minutes later the door opened and a second alien entered. This one was clearly female. She was brown, with blue eyes walked in pushing a cart of fruit with a glass of water. Then she left again. After eating, I began to wonder what their plans are for me.

‘Are they going to do exploratory surgery on me? Are they going to implant anything in me?’ I thought to myself starting to feel a little worried.

After a while, Nookumick returned with third alien, another female. This female was clearly Nookumick’s commanding officer, she had the same uniform, but had what looked like an officer’s rank on her neck collar.

“Nookumick! Noomutian kimbotu klimbisoa?” She asked, pointing at me.

Nookumick took her out of the room, she returned a minute later with a tablet computer.

“Nilkunm!” She said, in a commanding voice.

“What?” I asked, confused.

“Nilkunm! Nokjmn!” She repeated in a louder commanding voice.

I stood up thinking that’s what she wanted me to do. She then pressed some buttons on her tablet computer and the medical table that had turned into the bed that Nookumick and I had sex on a few hours earlier turned back into a medical table.

“Mklimin!” She said in a commanding voice.

“What?” I asked, confused.

“Mklimin! Nokjmn!” She repeated in a louder commanding voice. I then sat on the medical table. Thinking that’s what she wanted me to do.

“Nok! Nok!” She said loudly.

“Mklimin” She said as she reached for my uniform that Nookumick gave me.

I took off the uniform and sat on the medical table. Just then Nookumick reentered the room.

“Nookumick, tunkjnim,” she said.

“Knomne knimiuna” Nookumick replied.

“I’m going to translate for now on. This is my boss Nimlinlinanim, she’s the best doctor we got. She is also my, wife,” he said.

“Mkilljhihianm,” Nimlinlinanim said, instructing.

“Lay down on the table,” Nookumick translated.

I laid on the medical table. As I did, the space craft suddenly shook violently, and an alarm sounded.

“Nookumick, niuyihminnaybo,” Nimlinlinanim said in a commanding, voice.

“I’ve got to go, the ship hit something. I’ve got to check for damage. You’ll be safe here with Nimlinlinanim. I’ll be back as soon as I can,” Nookumick, said, as he ran out of the room.

When Nookumick ran out of the room, I got really nervous for my safety. Until Nimlinlinanim put her hand gently on my shoulder, and looked into my eyes. I saw that there was no fear in her, and that started to calm me down. After a minute of her calming me down, she returned to the medical exam. She pressed a couple buttons on her tablet computer and a transparent hologram tube came out of the medical table encircling me. It was like a MRI on earth. Nimlinlinanim then pressed a few more buttons and a the wall lit up with my entire body, showing all of my nerves, organs, vessels and arteries, on another wall, I could see my heartbeat and brain waves.

Nimlinlinanim then left the room for a minute, returning with a cart full of supplies.

“What’s in that cart?” I asked, nervously.

“Numankanka,” She said in a calming voice putting her hand on my shoulder.

As soon as I was calm again, Nimlinlinanim went to the cart and picked up a feather. She then walked to my feet and started to run the feather across the bottom of my feet making me giggle and laugh uncontrollably.

“That tickles!” I laughed, as I squirmed uncontrollably.

Nimlinlinanim slowly moved the feather up my body from my foot, past my ankles, and up my legs. It felt unbelievability good. I could feel myself getting wet. Nimlinlinanim looked at the wall that had my body’s readings and the area around my pussy was more red than the rest of my body. Nimlinlinanim was getting curious, she ran the feather around my pussy making me moan loudly. Nimlinlinanim then noticed that my brainwaves and heartbeat was off the chart. I felt an orgasm building. Nimlinlinanim then moved the feather up my belly.

“No, put it back!” I moaned, as I grabbed her arm and moved her hand with the feather back to my pussy.

Nimlinlinanim continued to play with the feather on my pussy making me cum in a orgasm. As my pussy juices and cum flowed out of my pussy, Nimlinlinanim stopped and looked and my soaking wet pussy curiously. She then scooped up some of my pussy juices and cum with her finger, and looked closely at it; she then put her finger in her mouth and licked it clean.

‘This is some really weird Déjà vu,’ I thought to myself as she licked my cum off of her finger.

After Nimlinlinanim licked my cum off of her finger, could see that she really liked it; something in her eyes told me that she wanted to taste me again. And something inside of me wanted to let her make me cum again. I was never interested into women on Earth before, but I wanted Nimlinlinanim to please me; and I wanted to please her too. Nimlinlinanim pressed a few buttons on her tablet computer shutting down the hologram MRI.

“What are you doing now? I asked. She didn’t answer, she moved her mouth to my soaking wet pussy and started to lick me with her snake like tongue.

“Oh my god! That feels good!” I moaned, as I put my hand on the back of her head and forced her to stick her tongue deeper into my pussy.

Nimlinlinanim made me cum in a powerful orgasm, covering her mouth with my juices and cum. After cumming, Nimlinlinanim continued licking my pussy cleaning up the mess that squirted out of my pussy.

“Mihkniyilkuiam,” Nimlinlinanim said, with a smile on her face.

‘What does that mean? Did she like eating my pussy?’ I thought to myself, as I started to play with my pussy with the sudden urge to return the favor.

I got off the medical table and guided Nimlinlinanim to the wall where I started to kiss her. I put my tongue in her mouth and played with her tongue. I stripped off her uniform revealing her amazing breasts. I’ve never been with a girl before, but I didn’t care, I was too horny to stop now. I then sucked on Nimlinlinanim’s nipples, and kissed my way down her body to her pussy. ‘I can’t believe that I’m really doing this,’ I thought to myself as I took off her uniform pants revealing her pussy covered in a pink liquid.

“Oh my god!” I moaned after I did my first lick on her pussy.

Her pussy juices tasted like milk; I licked up all of her juices before licking her slit making her moan in pleasure. Nimlinlinanim put her hand on the back of my head, pushing me deeper into her pussy. Seconds later, Nimlinlinanim had a powerful orgasm. Her pink milk tasting cum covered my entire face. I wiped her cum off of my face, and licked it off of my face, and licked it off of my fingers.

“Yummy!” I said seductively.

I guided Nimlinlinanim back to the medical table, where I laid on the medical table and guided Nimlinlinanim on top of me in a sixty-nine. Nimlinlinanim quickly understood what I wanted and she started to lick my pussy with her snake like tongue as I continued to lick her pussy. We made each other cum in multiple powerful orgasms. I inserted two of my fingers into her very tight pussy making her moan loudly. Nimlinlinanim suddenly started to turn a bright fluorescent pink. Worried for her well being I stopped fingering her pussy.

“Nok!” She said as she grabbed my hand and returned my fingers into her pussy.

I continued to fuck her pussy with my fingers, even as she turned a brighter fluorescent pink. Finally, her pussy exploded with a powerful orgasm. Her pink milk tasting cum squirted out of my pussy like a dam had burst. Nimlinlinanim then turned around so we could make out. As we made out I tasted my cum on her tongue. “Oh my god. I love this so much,” I said, exhausted.

Nimlinlinanim didn’t respond. She just smiled at me. After a short break, allowing Nimlinlinanim’s skin color to return to her normal. Nimlinlinanim climbed off of me and started to return to the wall where I stripped off her uniform.

“No! Not yet!” I said in a commanding voice not knowing if she could understand me, as I pulled her back to me and forced her mouth back to my pussy.

Nimlinlinanim knew what I wanted, and her tongue immediately went to work and I started to feel another orgasm building. I put my hand on the back of Nimlinlinanim’s head and pulled her in deeper into my soaking wet pussy. Just then, Nimlinlinanim’s tongue went faster and faster, making me unleash a powerful orgasm.

“Oh my god! That was amazing!” I said, exhausted.

Nimlinlinanim wasn’t done yet, she then inserted one of her really long fingers into my pussy and started to fuck me.

“Oh my god! That feels so fucking good!” I moaned as she brought me to orgasm.

Nimlinlinanim then inserted a second finger and continued to fuck me.

“FUCK! THIS FEELS TOO FUCKING GOOD! KEEP GOING!” I yelled, begging.

Nimlinlinanim fucked me faster and faster. Making me cum in an extremely powerful orgasm. Nimlinlinanim then pulled her fingers out of my dripping wet pussy and licked off my pussy juices and cum. Giving me a second to regain my composure. That was, until Nimlinlinanim inserted three fingers into my tight pussy.

“OH MY GOD! THIS FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD! PLESASE KEEP FUCKING ME! MAKE ME CUM AGAIN!” I yelled, begging for more.

Nimlinlinanim fucked me with her three fingers as fast as she can. I felt yet another orgasm building, As if Nimlinlinanim knew I was ready to burst, she pulled out her fingers and started to lick my pussy again just as I unleashed my orgasm. My cum and pussy juices covered Nimlinlinanim’s face in a powerful, explosive orgasm. Nimlinlinanim then licked up all of my pussy juices and cum. Exhausted,

I finally let Nimlinlinanim return to the wall where I stripped off her uniform, to get dressed and to continue the medical exam. Nimlinlinanim got dressed, and continued with my medical exam. As she was finishing up the exam Nookumick returned.

“Niuoertouoama momnotojo kimkniiao Kemon II” He said, as he entered the room.

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“We’re almost at Kemon II,” Nookumick replied.

“Would you like to see our home? I can take you to our observation deck.” He said.

“Absolutely! I’ve never seen an another planet up close before!” I said excited.

Nookumick and Nimlinlinanim took me to the observation deck where I saw Kemon II for the first time.

To be continued…

Parts of this story was inspired off of Alien Abduction Bliss by lins1988

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Wendy and Brit are BFF’s They spend a lot of time together as teenagers and share secrets together. Wendy decides to share a secret that will change both girl’s lives very soon.

The two girls were giddy with excitement. Wendy was 15, slender with pert 32B breasts that she was very proud of. Brit was also 15. She was a little fuller bodied than her BFF, so she was more aware of the changes that were taking place in her body. Her breasts were larger than Wendy’s, but not as pretty. Her nipples always seemed to be swollen, and because of her “baby fat” she wasn’t as happy with her body as Wendy was. The two girls had virtually grown up together, starting first grade together and living in the same neighborhood all their lives.
Wendy’s Mom and Dad divorced when she was ten and her mother had remarried. Her step father was a few years younger than her Mom, and extremely attractive. All of the girls on her softball team were always making comments about how hot he was. Wendy’s Mom was also very attractive, her athletic build and long auburn hair turned the Dad’s heads at the games just as much as her step dad turned the lady’s. They were a very handsome family. Wendy had a brother who decided to live with her Father when the shared parenting agreement was reached. Bucky, was two years younger than his sister, but had matured quickly living with his sports minded father. They regularly worked out, ran challenge courses, and ate a fit diet. Wendy loved visiting them one week a month during the summer and on alternating holidays. They lived about an hour from her Mom and her.
Brit’s family contributed all of her physical traits. Her Mom was very cute, kind of dumpy, but not unattractive. She was one might call fluffy. Her shorter stature made her seem like she needed to grow about six inches to be where she should be. Her personality was amazing. She was bright, cheery, and full of fun. She spent a lot of time making other people’s lives happier. That was who she was. Brit’s father was a business man, owner of the local hardware/lumber yard and considered by most people in the town as the go-to guy for whatever they needed.
The two girls were alone in Brit’s bedroom. Wendy was overwhelmed with excitement. She was giddy waiting to tell Brit her good news.
She began by making Brit swear never to tell a soul what she was about to hear. That ramped up the anticipation for both girls. Then she began.
“Okay, here goes. You know my Mom has taken a new job with that sportswear company?” she looked at Brit for affirmation. “Well, she has to travel one week a month to the headquarters for new product releases and all that stuff. Well she left on Monday morning and my Dad and I were left to our own devices. The first day wasn’t any different really. We just went out to eat and that was kind of a treat, but everything else was the same. Tuesday evening I went into the shower. I left the door open so I could hear Dad if he came upstairs. I started thinking about what you and I did the other night when I slept over, you know, when we touched each other and did a little finger fucking? Well anyway, I was thinking about that and I started to play with myself. It felt so good. I guess I got pretty wrapped up in what I was doing and I didn’t hear Dad come into the bathroom. I had my eyes closed and two fingers up my pussy, so I was pretty well on my way to cumming. When I opened my eyes, there stood my Dad watching me. He was in his workout shorts and nothing else. I noticed the bulge in his shorts and knew that I had turned him on. He never said anything. He just opened the door to the shower, dropped his shorts and stepped in. I was so excited that I almost hyper-ventilated. He moved closer and took my hand in his. He raised it up to his nose and took a deep breath like he was smelling my hand. He bent down and kissed me on the lips. I thought I was going to faint. I kissed him back, and his tongue started to play with mine. I was about to cum all over again when he touched my pussy. He first petted it like a kitten. I was wet from the shower and he was getting wetter as he stood there. I spread my legs to allow him full access to my bush. He stroked the outside and let one finger dance over my clit. I was about to pass out from excitement. He stroked his finger into my pussy and started finger fucking me. His finger seemed huge. I couldn’t hold back any longer and I started to cum again. I was so mad, because I thought that would end this magic moment between he and I. Boy was I ever wrong. He knelt down in front of me. He moved his face between my legs and took his tongue and stroked the length of my pussy lips. I fell back against the shower wall and grabbed the soap dish to steady myself. His tongue went up inside of me just like his fingers had been. Then he took his thumb and stroked my clitty. I was seeing fireworks in my head. Every time he stroked my clit and sucked and tongued my slit I exploded a little inside. He stayed down there and licked me and stroked my pussy for what seemed like hours, but I know it wasn’t. I wanted to scream it felt so good. He finished me off by pushing his fingers on his left hand up my butt. That made me cum so hard, I lost my balance and fell into him. He caught me, gathered me up and carried me to his bedroom. I reached and turned off the shower as we left.
He laid me down on his bed and told me to use the towel he handed me to dry my hair and body. I did as he told me as he did the same. He asked me to lay down on the bed. I did as he asked. He spread my legs and lowered himself so he had his face in my pussy again. I was breathless with excitement. He asked if I enjoyed what he did in the shower and all I was able to do was nod. I was so overwhelmed with the excitement of the moment and anticipation of what was about to happen. I looked at his cock for the first time since we had entered the bedroom. It was huge. At least when I compared it to Bucky’s which is the only other cock I’ve ever seen. He was hard and his cock looked like it was actually throbbing. I took a deep breath. I wanted him to fuck me, but I wasn’t sure I could take him, as large as he was. He gently kissed my pussy. He told me that he liked that I hadn’t shaved it. He told me that my Mom had a natural pussy and that’s what he preferred. I knew Mom didn’t shave, she was the one who told me that real men liked the feel of pubic hair when they made love. I had seen Mom several times at the gym and at the pool in the dressing room. He combed his fingers through my thick bush. He ran his nose through it as took deep whiffs as if to smell my sex. It was so sexy. I watched as he stroked his own cock while he became intimate with me. I wanted so badly to beg him to fuck me, but I knew that I had to let him take the lead. I thought about when Bucky and I had fucked last month during my visit. We had spent almost every afternoon naked and having sex. I sucked his cock several times and he went down on me, but now, I was here with an adult man, with an adult cock, and I was about to get my first real fucking. I loved my little brother and enjoyed fucking him, but this was the big leagues.”
Wendy looked at her friend who was now naked and shoving the handle of her hair brush into her sopping wet pussy. She had already cum once and was well on her way to a second earth shaking orgasm when her friend stopped her story to take a drink of her soda.
“How big is his cock?” Brit blurted out the question to which Wendy spread her hands to indicate the length which was about 8-9 inches.
“What did his tongue feel like?” was the next question. Wendy just smiled widely and nodded to indicate it was amazing.
“Go on, dammit, go on. What did he do next, did he slam the big cock into your twat?” Wendy laughed loudly at the question and at how excited her friend had become.
“No, he didn’t.” she continued ” he kissed his way up to my nipples and began to suck them gently. He stroked my clit some more and kissed my neck and throat. I was about to die with lust. He just kept building the moment. He stood up and pulled me along the bed until my ass was right at the edge. He pulled my leg up over my head and told me to take a deep breath and hold it. When I had done that he slipped the head of his cock into my pussy. Because of how thick he was, it seemed like there was much more in me. He was standing next to the bed. I looked down and watched his cock slowly enter my quim. It was so sexy. He went very slowly, dripping lubricant on his cock as his slid it in. he would get about half of it in and then he would take it back out and put more lube on it, He did that several times until his whole big fat dick was deep inside of me. He stoked very slowly in and out so I could become used to his size. He asked if I had had sex before and I told him about me and Bucky. He smiled. He increased his rhythm and speed in and out of me as I became more comfortable with his dick inside me. It felt so good. Bucky has a nice dick for a 13 year old, but this was a real man cock inside me now and I was loving it. He was very gentle, patient and responsive to my reactions. When I tried to speed him up to get to my orgasm, he would gently kiss my breasts or my neck and tell me to slow down and enjoy the moment. I have no idea how long we fucked, but I came at least three times with his cock inside me. Then he got a stressful look on his face and his muscles tensed. He became excited and began to speed up his strokes until he clinched his teeth and released his cum inside of me. I was horrified. He seemed to pump gallons of hot jism into my belly. His cock throbbed inside of me as he shot stream after stream out of his fire hose of a dick. When he finished He kissed me on the forehead and withdrew his quickly deflating member. He saw the terror in my eyes and smiled.He said “Relax, I had a vasectomy six years ago. I shoot blanks.” I was instantly relieved. I really didn’t want to get pregnant.
We slept together that night and we had sex the next morning before he went to work. I spent the whole day thinking about what had happened, and what would happen if Mom found out. He made me promise to keep our secret and promised a repeat performance every month that Mom went out of town. I think I might just be the luckiest girl alive.”

Brit fell back onto the bed and sighed deeply. She looked at her friend and remembered how they had slept together and made “girl love” together just a week ago. She supposed that this turn of events had put an end to all of that. She was a little sad about that.
“So I guess that since you are getting fucked by your step father now, you and I won’t be having anymore fun together?” Brit’s eyes were sad as she made this statement
“What the fuck??” Wendy short back “I still love sucking me some pooter pie.” Both girls roared at the funny remark. Wendy took her friend into her arms.
“I want to suck some right now.” she added and she dropped to put her face into Brits curly bush.
Wendy’s tongue slowly licked up the lips of Brit’s chubby little pussy. She sucked hard on her clit as Brit undulated her hips, rubbing her cunt into Wendy’s pretty face.
“Oh Baby, I love that tongue” she moaned as Wendy successfully brought her to her first orgasm. ” Turn around so I can lick your pussy.” she said as Wendy positioned herself to enjoy sixty nine with her friend.
The girls spent the afternoon sucking each other and finger fucking the afternoon away. When it came time for Wendy to go home, she took Brit into her arms.
“How would you like to get fucked by my step Dad?” the question didn’t even get completed before Brit excitedly said yes, and the wheels began to turn in Wendy’s cute little head.

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This story was inspired by the Olympic Games in summer 2012 and the first part of it was written whilst they were in progress, but it has taken until now to get it finished. The story is entirely fictional, and any resemblance to real persons or places is purely coincidental.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2013

I was too confident. I was so pleased with myself, so full of myself, that it made me careless. However, it was understandable – for the third time in the space of only ten days, I had run better than ever before, and attained a new Personal Best. And what a time to do it, as well! – for the selectors were in the process of choosing the British team for the greatest event of any athlete’s career – the Olympic Games – which in just six weeks’ time would open in London, my own home town!

I am a medium-distance runner: my main event is the women’s 800 metres, although I do sometimes compete in 1500 metre races. Today was one of the last important athletics meetings before the selections for Team GB would be announced, and soon the chosen few would begin their final pre-Olympic training. I had just comfortably won my qualifying heat in a really fast time, and with my other recent races this was probably already enough to secure my place, but I wanted to win the final convincingly when it took place – which was in about fifteen minutes’ time – and I was so sure that I would.

I was brim full of electrifying energy, almost bouncing off the walls, and I was taking little notice of anyone else who was in the locker room – which was quite bustling, as women athletes came and went from their various events. I was vaguely aware that someone had sat down on the bench next to me and was changing out of her tracksuit into running gear, but it was at least thirty seconds before I realised that it was none other than Tamar Johnson, who for many years had been the dominating figure in British women’s running at my distances. However, she had missed most of last year – which had been my first at the highest competitive level – due to injuries and then recuperation from a knee operation. In consequence, I didn’t really know her – we had spoken at a couple of events, but only briefly, as I had been unusually shy and intimidated in her presence (after all, she had been national champion six times in the last ten years, had won gold at Commonwealth and European championships, and had an Olympic silver to her name as well – not from the last games, when she had been fifth in the final, but from 2004). Tamar had run in one of the first qualifying heats, earlier in the afternoon, and I knew that she had also secured a place in the final. A couple of years ago, before her long absence, that would have made me assume that she would beat me. However, having recently turned 30, she was entering the final stage of her top-level competitive career, whilst I – a full decade younger – was just coming into my prime, as my current streak of form testified, and I had the comfortable knowledge that the best was still ahead of me.

I was leaning forwards to tie the laces on my running shoes, when a quiet cool voice spoke from above the lean-muscled legs that were in my peripheral vision:

‘So, that was a fast time you ran – another PB, was it?’

I straightened up and looked at Tamar, who was sitting with calm composure, still wearing her sweatshirt and outer jacket over her racing outfit.

‘Yep, sure was!’ I said, pleased with myself.

The older athlete looked at me with a faint quizzical smile, and continued:

‘So – think you’ll win the final then, hmm?’

Something in her expression or tone of voice piqued me, and, together with the euphoria resulting from my current form, this led to my unusually assertive and boastful reply:

‘Yeah, I do – yes, I will!’

Tamar paused for a second, and her smile became more apparent, even a little predatory.

‘Really? I wonder – well then, if you’re that confident, want to bet on it?’

I thought her superior attitude was uncalled for, whatever she had achieved in the past, and the feeling of being condescended to irked me. Without stopping to think, I blurted out the fatal words:

‘Yeah – sure, yeah, whatever you like!’

Of course, I expected that in reply she would name an amount of money. It would not be a lot, as female athletes do not earn much, especially the younger ones like myself who have yet to make their name. Although I had given Tamar the initiative, I knew that she could not make it a large sum, as that would get talked about and it would be bad for her reputation if it looked like she had used her position and status to take unfair advantage of a junior. She might say as little as ten pounds, but more probably it would be twenty – fifty was just possible, but a hundred would be considered excessive. In any case, as I reminded myself after my momentary twinge of doubt, I wasn’t going to be the one paying up – she would be, so, yeah, let the bitch name a higher amount if she wanted to, I would be the one having the last laugh in that case.

But she didn’t. Instead, she looked at me appraisingly for a moment, with a curious gleam in her eye, and then her smile broadened into satisfaction, and she nodded:

‘Yes, indeed, fine – whatever I like.’

That caught me off guard, and my mouth hung open in surprise. Partly puzzled and partly vexed, as I felt that she was laughing at some inner private joke, I responded:

‘What? Whaddaya mean? No, like – how much, how much is the bet?’

The mature athlete shook her head, setting her short bob of brunette hair swinging.

‘No, no – you said, “whatever you like” – so, that’s the bet.’ Then she pinned me with a shrewd glance, and turned the screw: ‘Unless you aren’t up for it, of course – unless your word isn’t good?’

She had me there – I had made the foolish offer, and I couldn’t unsay it. Amongst sportswomen in particular, the worst possible thing was to get a reputation as someone who wriggled out of a bet, who was unreliable; it was the very essence of being unsporting, and was viewed with contempt. I stiffened my back, stared the snotty cow in the face, and said coolly:

‘Of course it is! I just meant … anyway, well – OK then, that’s the bet! So, if I win, then I get to say afterwards how much the bet is for? Is that the deal, that the way you want it?’

After all, I reminded myself again, with my current hot form I was faster than anyone else in the final, and certainly faster than Tamar’s recent times or what she had done in her qualifying heat. Shit, if she wanted to play mind games, well – let her dig her own grave. This was only giving me more of an incentive to win the race – as if putting the seal on qualifying for the Olympic squad wasn’t enough – and, I thought with only partly-concealed ferocity, when I did win, well, I might make it a hundred pounds. The bitch could afford that, and I would dine out in celebration – or, actually, given the needs of training and diet, put it towards a new pair of top-quality racing shoes. All this flashed through my mind in the second before Tamar replied, closing the agreement with a handshake, and (which I did not really register) confirming it in slightly different words:

‘Yes, exactly – if I win, then whatever I want; if you win, then you get to say.’

It still seemed to me to be rather unsatisfactory, somehow unfinished, but I couldn’t press her any further as it was time to get ready for the race, and we said no more to each other after that. I left the locker room first, glancing back over my shoulder to see Tamar peel off her jacket and sweatshirt, revealing her tight-fitting two-piece running outfit – the part like a sports-bra covering her upper chest, and the short tight pants around her hips, below her midriff. I had to admit that she still cut a fine figure, not only as an athlete in the pink of health and fitness, but also as a woman. The decade of age that she had on me had given her more pronounced curves, and she had always had a bit more in the bust department than most women athletes – curiously enough, that was one thing we had in common. Most female athletes are A cups (the Asian women, double-As, almost flat chested), whereas my breasts are size 30B, and I thought Tamar’s were a couple of sizes bigger still, probably 32Cs. She seemed cool and composed, and glanced in my direction, almost as if she had felt my eyes upon her. Slightly discomfited, I turned on my heel and trotted down the short dingy concrete corridor that led underneath the grandstand and out onto the floor of the stadium itself, and began my routine of warm-ups, ready for the final of the women’s 800 metres.

Whether it was gamesmanship or not, she must have got under my skin. I didn’t run a sensible race in the final – I was too keen to put her in her place, and of course instead the outcome was the opposite. I set off much too fast in the first 200 metres, trying to burn off everyone else: the pace was too hot for some and they faded away, but Tamar and two others took up my challenge and kept in contact, running about a dozen metres behind me. My form and fitness were so good that I was able to maintain a rate not much less than this through the middle 400 metres of the race – but Tamar and one of other two, a woman just couple of years’ older than me, maintained their distance, and then started to close in during the last fifty metres of that section.

As we entered the decisive final 200 metres, I realised to my chagrin that I had misjudged it – that my strategy had been lousy, the stupid headstrong stuff of an amateur. I was determined to try and hold them off and win through to the tape, but I could feel my strength ebbing as we approached the final straight. Tamar, on the other hand, had run a superb tactical race, letting me burn up the track, keeping within striking range, but settling into an easy rhythmic lope and husbanding her strength. She had enough left that during the final fifty metres she overhauled me and then went past, and I had nothing remaining with which to respond. I just managed to hold off the slightly-too-late challenge of the woman in third place – the rest of the field were well back – but Tamar crossed the line about four metres ahead of me.

Spent and gasping for breath, I collapsed to my knees, furious with myself for my folly, and only barely consoled by the fact that I had forced it into being a fast race for all of us. In fact, I had posted a time only fractionally below the new PB that I had established in the qualifying round, whilst Tamar – having used me as her pacemaker and stalking horse – had run her fastest time of the year. Both of us were well within the times needed for selection for the Olympic team, though of course we would have to wait for confirmation of our standing in relation to the others seeking a place, and the official announcement. Still, it seemed certain that I would be heading to the Team GB training camp in a week or two, and then to the Olympic Village in July for the London 2012 Olympics! That I would have Tamar as a colleague – and rival – did not bother me; it was getting there myself that counted.

These thoughts were churning through my mind, with joy at the prospect of being an Olympian pushing aside my vexation at having so misjudged both the race and the competitor who I had too glibly written off as past her prime, when Tamar came up to stand behind me, placed a proprietorial hand on my shoulder, and said quietly:

‘Thanks, babe – that was just the extra spur that I needed, and a good fast race! I’ll see you in the locker room later, and then, when the others have gone, you can settle your debt!’

Shit, I’d almost forgotten about the stupid bet! Oh well, I thought, I don’t care if she wants to take me down a peg or two (like she hasn’t already, beating me in the final!), and makes it fifty pounds or more – I’m gonna be in the Olympic team, I’m gonna be an Olympic athlete, and at my own country’s home games! Who cares about anything else!

I was quite weary from two hard 800 metre races, especially as my qualifying heat had been the last one to be run, and so, after removing only my running shoes and socks, I was content to slump for a while on the bench in the locker-room, accepting congratulations from friends and other athletes who I barely knew, and letting them get on with showering and changing. After nearly half an hour, when the shower area was no longer in much use, I rose to my feet and started to take off my running vest – but before I could do so, my eye was caught by Tamar, who was sitting further down the same bench, and she gave me a quick shake of the head in negation.

Oh well, I thought, as I shrugged my shoulders and sat back down, let her make me wait, if that’s what she wants – I’m in no hurry anyway, I’m not doing anything after this except going back to my small rented one-bedroom flat for a light meal and an early night, before training again tomorrow morning. Perhaps, I considered with some apprehension, she is going to make it a hundred pounds, and doesn’t want anyone to hear. Well, if so, I would have to bite the bullet – she might get some stick for setting such a steep amount, but I would get much more if I didn’t honour my bet, however foolishly it had been worded.

After another fifteen minutes, there was that sudden exodus that so often occurs in a changing room – one moment it seems boisterously full and noisy, and then moments later it is nearly empty, echoing and cool. I felt an unexpected degree of tension as I realised that everyone else had gone, and that only Tamar and I were left in the locker-room, both of us still wearing our running outfits.

Tamar walked towards me as I started to open my mouth, intending simply to ask ‘how much?’, but she shook her head again, and placed a single finger across my lips to silence me. Then, standing very close in front of me, she pulled her top over her head and in one motion stripped both her running shorts and panties down her legs, so that in an instant she was completely naked. For a moment she stood there, with her hands resting on the swell of her powerful hips and her jutting breasts pointing directly at my face. I was speechless, unsure of where to look or what to say. Then Tamar reached across to where she had been sitting, rummaged in her equipment bag, produced a plastic bottle of liquid soap and another of combined shampoo and conditioner, and handed them to me. Before I could react to this, she turned on her heel, and walked with slow swaying strides across to the entrance of the large communal shower area. When she got there, she turned back to face me, leaning her spine against the door-frame, with her breasts slightly swaying and her cunt fully exposed to view.

‘Whatever you like – remember, that’s what you bet, whatever I like,’ she said with an anticipatory smile. ‘You can begin working off your debt by helping me in the shower – so, get your kit off, babe, and bring those bottles.’

With that she turned away, and strode like a lioness into the steam-filled shower room. I was struck dumb: what did she want, what did she mean? I was just beginning to have a faint, disturbing idea of what I might have let myself in for. I didn’t know much about Tamar’s personal life, for, despite being well-known in athletic circles, she wasn’t really a celebrity and she kept things quite private, so there was little in the press. Was there a husband or a boyfriend? I couldn’t recall any mention of either, but equally she was not – as quite a few athletes were – known within the sport as a lesbian, certainly not of the kind that likes to prey upon the younger and prettier girls at the start of their careers when they are vulnerable or easily flattered by the attention. Either Tamar was much more discrete and less promiscuous than the other lesbians, or – most likely – she was bisexual (which is the case with the majority of female athletes), and only occasionally indulged her sapphic side.

I was not that way inclined myself, not at all, of that I was quite sure. The truth was that since the age of eleven I had been so taken up with my athletic ambitions that there had been little spare time, and even less spare energy, for much of a sex life at all. When you are training for several hours every day after school, summer or winter, and also every Saturday and Sunday, varied only by travelling to different cities to take part in athletics meetings and competitions, there is little scope for anything else. I also had to watch my diet very carefully and get regular sleep, so that ruled out drinking in bars or going to parties. My parents, quite rightly, had insisted that I did not skimp on my schoolwork, and so I had left school with grades high enough to get a place at a top-ranked university. There had been no room in my life for boyfriends before I went to college, and in fact I was still a virgin when I arrived there, although a quick fling in the third week had relieved me of my cherry. In the twenty months since then, I had had a few brief stuttering relationships with male students, but they never lasted or amounted to everything – the guys could tell that they came a long way second to my training schedule, and usually their pride didn’t let them stick with that for very long. I had probably had had going-all-the-way sex less than a ten times, most of which had been brief and none especially inspiring.

From this brief reverie, I came down to earth again in the empty locker-room. Perhaps I was jumping to conclusions, I told myself, maybe there was not anything more in this than met the eye. Anyhow, compliance was the only option, whatever it was that I ended up doing. I broke out of my brief frozen hesitation, quickly stripped naked, and picked up Tamar’s bottles of toiletries. With a nervous fluttering in my stomach, I trotted after her into the enveloping misty warmth of the shower room.

We had it all to ourselves, which I now realised had been her deliberate intention. Tamar was standing directly under one of the shower-heads, enjoying the feel of the deliciously hot water streaming down her body. Her short but thickly-layered bob of dark hair was now plastered to her skull, and I could see the water running over her pert breasts and down her flat stomach, after which, disconcertingly, it trickled from the clean-shaven groove between her legs. Tamar took one step sideways to stand just outside the jet of water, beckoned me over, and then, as I approached, turned her back towards me.

‘Soap me, sweetie, soap my back’, was her brief instruction.

Oh well, I thought with relief, I can do that. I uncapped the bottle of bath oil, poured a libation into the palm of my right hand, and then applied it to the older woman’s back – starting at the base of her neck, and working across her shoulder blades and down her spine. Like any athlete, I have plenty of experience of being massaged, as muscular stiffness and minor injuries are a constant part of one’s life, and the sports physiotherapist is a regular port of call. I applied that knowledge now, kneading Tamar’s shoulders and pressing my thumb across beneath her shoulder-blades and her ribs. Of course, it did not take long until I had soaped her back into a nice lather, and my hands paused at the top of her butt.

‘Mmmm, nice … yeah, that’s good – don’t stop now, keep on – keep going!’

I swallowed, and then more tentatively began to rub a second portion of the liquid soap over her ass, but avoiding going into the cleft between her buttocks. In a weird way, it was actually kind of pleasant – of course, she had a very trim ass, finely muscled and without an ounce of flab or fat, but it was the sweeping circular motions that I could make which were somehow soothing. Without realising it, these circles had become wider and wider, and my hand was almost slipping into her crevasse, although only at the top, not down near her ass-hole and – gulp – the base of her pussy, both of which were fully visible.

I was just about to stop again, when Tamar turned round to face me. Her face looked a little flushed, but then the shower-room was hot and very humid. She held my eyes for a moment, and I had a brief insight into how a rabbit feels when caught in headlights.

‘Now do my front,’ she purred.

What? I shrieked mentally, without letting my face show my uncertainty and panic. Oh, shit! … I’ll have to do it, have to do it, was the thought bouncing around in my empty echoing skull.

With a shaky breath, under Tamar’s keenly watchful and anticipatory gaze, I tipped the bottle and poured some of the liquid soap in a line across the top of her chest, just below her collarbone. Then, taking my courage in both hands, and ignoring as best I could their slight tremble and the tightness in my throat, I began to spread this out and lather it up. I swallowed nervously as I tentatively smoothed the creamy bubbles over the curves of her upper breasts and then – unavoidably – I stroked their lower part, feeling the curious mixture of muscular firmness and soft femininity. I nearly jerked my hands backwards, as if I had received an electric shock, when the palms of my hands brushed across her nipples – they were hard, and stiffly erect.

Like a little girl, I was unconsciously nibbling my lower lip in concentration, as I slid my hands down a little further and cupped her breasts from underneath, lifting them to be rinsed clean in the spray of water, and then smoothing around them. To my puzzled surprise, as I fell into a rhythm I found that stroking her breasts was almost hypnotic, and in a curious way quite satisfying. It was strange, but it was as if Tamar and I were isolated together in a separate world – some limbo away from reality, away from normality, in which the usual inhibitions and prohibitions no longer applied. Of course, the combination of euphoria and exhaustion from my races played a part in this, as did the warmth and humidity of the steam-enveloped shower area, and even the now quiet and deserted locker room felt as if it was a mile away.

Through all of this, Tamar’s eyes were half-closed, as she revelled in the sensations that my attentions to her breasts were producing. Then, she shook herself a little, looked at me directly, and gave the most alarming and shocking instruction of all, beginning with one simple devastating word:

‘Lower … go lower, mmm, yes, honey … go down …’

I gave an involuntary gasp, followed by a slight splutter as some of the water from the shower sprayed between my half-parted lips. Perhaps, if that had not happened, I might have uttered words of refusal or at least of protest … but perhaps, too, I might not. I felt quite detached, almost as if I was standing outside myself, as much an observer as a participant in this unfolding scene, and I lacked the willpower to contest the inexorable unfolding of Tamar’s ingenious strategy of seduction.

The older athlete gave me a smile tinged with hungry anticipation, as she moved a little aside and leaned backwards against the wall. With her shoulder-blades settled against the tiles, she shifted her stance so that her legs were further apart and her pelvis was thrust out towards me. I was transfixed, mesmerised by the presentation of her naked smooth-shaven cunt, with its puffy jutting labial lips and the already-parted deep pink slit between them.

Feeling strangely flushed, I was almost on auto-pilot as I put some more of the liquid gel into the palm of my right hand, and then rubbed it across Tamar’s lower stomach, postponing for a few seconds touching the minefield lower down. I knew, with an unbidden certainty, that when my hand descended below the slight curve of her pelvis, I would be crossing a Rubicon from which there would be no return – that it would be a life-changing moment. And yet, strangest of all, that prophetic vision did not stop me. Slowly my hand drifted downwards and gave a first tentative pressure around the top of her cunt, and then up and down on each side. I still held off from letting my fingers stroke her actual genitalia, from either touching her labia or even slipping down the furrow between them. But it was inevitable, it was bound to happen – this moment had been coming, I realised now, from the moment that she had stripped naked and led me into the shower area … no, I thought with a quick flash of understanding, it had been ordained from the moment when I had uttered the fateful words of my naive and boastful bet.

As this passed through my mind, as if of their own volition my trembling fingertips smoothed down to the base of her cunt, and then slid upwards and traced the edges of her inner labia, before teasing them apart and probing into her moist vagina. Tamar gave a throaty moan and pushed her pelvis even further forward, thrusting against me so that my finger slid into her for about an inch!

I jerked it back as if I had been burned – but the damage was done, and the seed then sown sprouted with sudden intensity. Without any conscious decision, my right hand was joined by my left, and together they began a more purposeful massaging of Tamar’s pussy, rubbing the remaining soap bubbles around, first clockwise and then anti-clockwise, and then kneading up and down her slit, feeling the slippery rubbery smoothness of her labia and dipping in and out of the valley of desire that they enfolded.

After a few moments of this, Tamar’s breathing began to quicken and to break up into short shaky gasps. Her eyes were wide open and locked onto mine with riveting intensity – she held me in thrall by sheer willpower, and I could no more have resisted or desisted than I could have flown to the moon. Drawn in to her vortex of desire, my nipples hardened into aching erection and I felt my own vagina flush with wet warmth. With an involuntary moan of my own, I increased the pace and pressure of my pussy-massage, squeezing Tamar’s fleshy folds and digging my fingernails into her labia. Her nostrils flared, she gave a soft cry, and my hand felt a quiver shake her vulva, after which came a sudden loose openness of her vagina. Such was her commanding presence and self-control that it took me a moment to register that she had just had an orgasm, and I felt a tangled mingle of scandalisation and achievement as I realised that I had just made another woman come – something that I had never dreamed that I would ever do; indeed, I didn’t even ‘make’ my boyfriends come, but just lay supine on my back and let them thrust into my hole until they effectively jacked themselves off.

As Tamar breathed unevenly for a moment, I began to wonder if I had now done what she wanted – that I had paid my dues for my bet in giving her sexual pleasure, and would be sent on my way. Strangely, crazily, this thought instantly made me feel rather flat and disappointed, as if that would somehow be a let down.

I should have had more faith in the stamina of the medium-distance runner! The older athlete tossed her head slightly, reminding me for an instant of a thoroughbred filly in the starting stalls before a race, and then she whispered in a silky tone:

‘Remember, sweet thing, “whatever you like”, that’s what you offered – that’s what you bet … well, now you know my secret … and THIS …’

as she spoke that word, she reached forward and – before I realised what she intended – her right hand cupped my Venus mound and squeezed my pussy in a firm, possessive … and, mmmm, arousing … oh, my! mmm, aah! ooohh! yessss! … grip. My eyes went wide with shock and a shudder ran through me from head to toe as she caressed my cunt, her middle finger pressing into my vaginal groove, and continued with scarcely a beat of a pause:

‘… is what I like … and you, you sexy little bitch, you – you’re what I want! … and you’re bound by your word, yeah, to give me “whatever I like” … and that’s your hot body, your cute bouncy tits, your bubble-butt ass, and – most of all – this sweet fuckin’ pussy, that’s all so wet and dripping …’

At that, I gave some sort of feeble yelp of denial – it was just the warm water from the shower running down there, I was sure … and then, suddenly, I wasn’t sure, as I felt a pulse of excitement at her touch. It was far, far more arousing than any boy had ever been, and it set my pussy glowing with an inner fire! My labia curled open, my pussy lips parted, and a hot surge flushed through me, a split second before Tamar’s long forefinger split my hole and thrust into me, sinking with slick adroitness and lubricating wetness into my vagina and invading me deeply, until the only thing that stopped it was the bump of her knuckles against my pelvic bone.

Tamar knew then – if she had not been fully certain already – that I was hers, hers to seduce, hers to play with, hers to use and hers to fuck, and that I would do so willingly, whatever she desired. Somehow she knew, even before I did – or before I could accept it – that I am a lesbian, that my attempted boyfriends had been a feeble and futile pretence to avoid this truth: that what set me on fire was the sensual touch of another woman, and preferably an older, experienced, powerful woman.

‘Oh! ooaaah, help! Oh, Tamar … mmm, no, you shouldn’t … aaakk! … do that, mmm, yes … mm, that … fuck, yeah! … do that, mmmm, oh, yeah, do that, please … oogghh, like that! oh shit, yeah! do that! do me, do that!!’

There was no doubt now that she was taking me, that she was fucking me with unbridled sapphic passion and lesbian lust … and, yes, also no doubt now that I wanted this, that I was giving myself up to her, body and probably soul as well.

I learned afterwards that Tamar was also (shit, what a word to use in this context, also!!) completely 100 per cent lesbian, but she had been very discreet about it throughout her career, taking her lovers from outside the world of athletics, and generally in long-lasting relationships – the most recent of which had ended about five months ago. Now she exploited all of that experience, and played my body as if it was a musical instrument.

Tamar gently swung me around to take her place against the wall, and a good thing too – my legs were suddenly afflicted with the jelly-fever, as my joints went all loose and floppy, and I might otherwise have fallen over or at least collapsed into a kneeling heap. My head went back on my shoulders, and it was my turn to thrust my cunt out at her, so that she could abrade and penetrate it more easily. Her long forefinger was now sliding in and out of my lubricated hole with ever increasing pace, force and fluidity, as my pussy flushed hotly loose and wet.

With an appreciative murmur, Tamar stretched my labia apart, and then slid her two longest fingers into my vulva, making me gasp in shock at the intrusion. The older woman began to piston her digits in and out of me in an ever faster and more forceful rhythm, and a tremor ran through me, thrilling in both its intensity and its novelty. Tamar was relentless, and that was just what I wanted and needed then. She had no hesitation as she took my lesbian cherry, as she completed my initiation into the all-girl sisterhood, as she turned me into her eager sapphic slut. My eyes closed as all of my being became centred in my cunt, and I began to pant for breath. From somewhere, someone was whimpering and groaning, and then a hoarse strangled voice was begging with desperate insistence and intensity – and it was ME, it was me that was beseeching a woman I barely knew, a woman ten years older than me, to fuck the living daylights out of me, to shaft me and screw me and fuck me to pieces!

With a wild cry I climaxed, my whole frame juddering against the tiled wall behind me and my hips jerking with electrified ecstasy. It was far and away the best orgasm that I had ever had –rising within me and then breaking over me with the shattering power of a tsunami, leaving me as it ebbed with a feeling of rich fulfilment. It was a revelation in every sense of the term: it was both astonishing and exciting in opening my eyes to what it was possible to experience, and also shocking and sobering in exposing what really lit up my lights – sex with another woman. It seemed that in reality I was a lesbian, and although I wasn’t quite ready to work through the consequences of this, it did not occur to me to try to reject it – my response to Tamar’s caresses had been too real and too profound to be deniable.

The older athlete slid her fingers out of my hole and lifted them to her face, sniffing my aroma and then licking the traces of my cum-juice. As I leaned against the wall, gasping for breath and dizzy with discovery, Tamar gazed at me with a warm smile, her eyes shining with relish at my response to her seduction. She let her fingers fall to cup my breast, and I moaned again as her thumb rasped across my incredibly-sensitised nipple. I didn’t know what to say, and still more what to do, but I was in capable hands – very capable indeed.

‘Mmm, nice, very nice’, purred Tamar softly, and then she added – with a squeeze of both my breasts for emphasis: ‘as a starter … but you’ve got a way to go yet!’

Clashing emotions warred within me, of both alarm and yet a strange relief, as if I knew deep down that it could not just be left at this point, and that to stop after such intense intimacy would be the worst thing of all. Tamar saw that acceptance in my eyes and she nodded twice, and then she moved closer, sliding her hands behind my back to cup my buttocks and drawing me against her so that our breasts were pressed together. Her lips brushed mine, and suddenly I was kissing her passionately, our tongues entwining. After a moment, she was the one to break away, but she put out a hand and led me back into the coolness of the deserted locker room.

‘You’re coming with me, babe’, she stated with incontrovertible assurance, and I felt an anticipatory tingling flush in my pussy as she told me that she was going to collect on the rest of her bet at her own place, ‘where there’s plenty of time and no interruptions’. She added that I was to stay the night, but that in the morning she would consider my obligations discharged, and I could then leave and, if I wished, this would never be spoken of again. I was too locked in the here and now to be able to think that far ahead, but as some response was needed I simply gave a dazed and mute nod.

Tamar swiftly dried herself with her towel and began to put on her everyday clothes – an attractive set of pale blue bra and bikini panties, a light camisole top and a neat dark red pencil skirt that tapered just above her knees. To this was added a matching wasp-waisted jacket, and then a pair of smart black leather boots. I was slower, due partly to physical tiredness, partly to the confusion of my emotions, and partly to stealing glances at Tamar’s lithe body as she slipped into her stylish outfit. I also had to take particular care as I dried around my crotch, where my labia were still puffily aroused and so sensitive that even the gentlest rubbing sent electric shocks running through my pelvis. Tamar arched an eyebrow and watched with amusement as I tentatively dabbed the towel at my pussy, my teeth nibbling my power lip to prevent me from moaning aloud with pleasure. Once I was dry, I reached into my bag for a pair of fresh panties, but she stopped my motion with a touch of her fingers on my wrist.

‘You won’t be needing those – leave them in the bag, I don’t want you wearing anything under your skirt.’

With her other hand, Tamar scooped up from the bench the panties that I had worn during our race, and she gave them a sniff before she tucked them away in a pocket of her own sports bag, adding with a smile:

‘I’ll keep these – I always like to have a souvenir!’

I swallowed, but it never crossed my mind to object or refuse – and not just because of the terms of the wager. That had become almost irrelevant to me now, and what was drawing me on and ensuring my compliance was my need to know more, to discover more, and to be taken further down this road. Even so, it felt very strange as I finally stood there in the locker room, apparently fully dressed but with no panties and a naked pussy beneath my short black pleated skirt. I had never before in my life worn a skirt or dress without panties, and I felt nervously vulnerable but also deliciously naughty. As we walked through the building and out into the parking lot, we passed several people who smiled or nodded their congratulations to us both. Hopefully they ascribed my flushed and mumbled replies to a charming modesty, when in truth it was because some part of me was convinced that they could see right through my clothes and somehow knew that my just-fucked cunt was panty-less beneath.

My knees were almost ready to give way by the time that we reached Tamar’s vehicle, a smart metallic silver Mercedes which at any other time I would have admired and envied (I had no car of my own, and had arrived at the event by train and bus). Tamar took my bag from my unresisting grip and tossed into the boot along with her own gear, as I slid gratefully into the passenger seat. Taking her place behind the steering wheel, Tamar slid the key into the ignition but paused before starting the engine, looking over at me. With my mouth suddenly dry, I reached for the seatbelt and drew it across my body, acutely aware of how the cross-strap slid between my breasts, parting them and pushing them into prominence. As I clicked the buckle into place and the belt-strap cinched across my fluttering stomach, it felt as if I was putting myself into bondage for her – which was an alarming concept, and even more alarmingly it was somehow a tantalising one as well.

Fastening the seatbelt seemed to be taken by Tamar as a definite acquiescence on my part of her sexual intentions and an acceptance of my own lesbian desires – and so, I suppose, it was. She gave me a wide vivid grin that sent a warm glow through me, reached across to squeeze my nearest knee both comfortingly and possessively, and then engaged the starting motor. As we drove away with a spurt of gravel, she forestalled conversation – not that I had any, in fact my mind was almost blank – by switching on the CD player. It turned out that she was a fan of Bruce Springsteen – as I am – and the comfortingly familiar power chords of ‘Badlands’ blasted out as we whisked through a couple of suburbs and then roared down the slip road onto the motorway.

There was not a lot of traffic at this time of day, and Tamar settled into a steady cruising speed of 70 miles an hour in the middle lane. Then, as the CD (clearly a compilation of her favourite Bruce tracks) shifted to ‘The Rising’, her left hand slipped across to caress my right knee, gently but firmly easing my legs apart. I needed no encouragement, and with alacrity I spread myself as wide open as the confines of car would allow, my left knee pushing against the soft leather of the door and my right knee pressed against the gear stick. Tamar glanced down with an appreciative chuckle, and then her hand deftly flicked my skirt up to my waist, completely exposing my naked cunt. Her fingers quested for my gash, rubbing around and beside it, and then probing into my moist and quaking hole. As the powerful car purred along, its experienced lesbian driver finger-fucked me to another climax. As my orgasm built, my back arched and my buttocks left the car seat, my pelvis straining upwards against the restraint of the seatbelt. The back of my skull pressed against the head-rest and I closed my eyes, whimpering with my fierce need for release, until I gave a shriek as my climax exploded.

I slumped back in the seat, gasping for breath and with a puddle of sweat and cunt-juice pooling at the juncture of my thighs. I shivered as Tamar withdrew her questing finger and lifted it to her own mouth, licking along it to taste the flavour of my cum. For a few moments I remained half-lying and half-sitting in a lascivious sprawl, my legs still wide apart, enjoying the tantalising thrill of exposing myself to this assured lesbian, and enjoying still more the knowledge that I was arousing her, that I was the object of her sexual desire.

The journey was not a long one, or at least for me it passed in a hazy blur, and after about forty miles we left the motorway – by now, several songs further on, to ‘Tougher Than The Rest’, which seemed somehow appropriate. We circuited the edge of a small town and then took turnings onto country lanes, passed through a pretty little village, and then shortly afterwards pulled into the driveway of a long low building of old yellow stone. It looked as if it had originally been two separate cottages, but clearly had now been converted into one.

Tamar parked the car in front of a garage that stood separately to the right of the main building, and there was a sudden hush as she turned off the engine. I was momentarily unsure of the next move, but she had no such hesitation. She released first her seatbelt and then mine, and then she shifted sideways in her seat. Her right arm came across and plunged between my legs, two long fingers pushing up inside me and her thumb pressing against my clitoris, whilst her left hand gripped the back of my neck and drew my mouth towards hers for a devouring kiss. It is not in my nature to be passive in any situation, and I responded by squirming my right hand between her thighs, pushing my fingers around and behind the crotch of her panties to feel her wet pussy, and then probing with amateurish skill but evident enthusiasm at her warm enclosing flesh.

I thought that Tamar was going to finger-fuck me again then and there – and, believe me, I had no objection at all, for all my inhibitions had slipped away during that sex-fuelled drive, and were littered behind me somewhere along the motorway. Instead, she stopped short, leaving me aching with desire, my nipples so stiffly erect that they were thrusting through the fabric of my bra and my figure-hugging lambswool sweater like miniature missiles, primed to detonate. Tamar got out of the car and came round to my side, opening the passenger door and extending a hand to help me out. I appreciated the gesture, partly for its combination of elegance and assured possessiveness, and partly because my legs felt like jelly and I was not sure that I could walk straight on my own.

Twining our fingers together, my new friend … no, let’s be frank, my new girlfriend … in fact, let’s be completely honest, my new lover … led me to the front door of the cottage, and then inside. I liked it at once: the timber-beam ceilings were low and the leaded diamond-pane windows small, making it feel secure and sheltered, whilst the comfortable furnishings and curtains had a cosy and cheerful effect. It was separated from the nearest habitation by several hundred yards, and had a large secluded rear garden in which Tamar had laid out a small running track; between this and the conversion of an adjoining barn into a well-equipped gym and a medium-sized swimming pool, she had everything that she needed to do most of her training at home, and I was suitably admiring and quite envious. If this is what success brings – well, I thought, bring it on, bring it on!

‘You know,’ Tamar said quietly, her hands resting upon my shoulders, ‘I’ve wanted this … been hoping for this chance … for quite a while, ever since I first saw you run, at the start of the year. You are the sexiest, hottest little piece out there on the track, did you know that? That ass of yours, especially – d’you know how you wiggle it, you tease, huh? And, yeah, I’ll admit it, you’re the most talented of the young runners at our distance … and you’ve got the grit, the determination, to take it all the way, Olympic medals too – maybe not this time, too soon, but someday. Yeah, bitch, when you’re on fire, you’re hot, you’re fucking hot … and I’m hot for fucking you!’

I blushed and modestly looked downwards – which was a mistake if I wanted to keep my cool, because it meant I was gazing straight down her front, at the cleavage of her alluring rounded breasts. Her words gave me a warm flush, and not just in my pussy from her admiration of my body and her lust for it – even more, it was her compliment of my ability, her confirmation of my future in the sport. Coming from Tamar in particular, it was an incredible boost to my self-belief, and I could almost feel myself relaxing inside.

I didn’t have time to say anything in response – I started to mumble something, I don’t know what – because Tamar’s hands moved unerringly to my breasts, cupping each one and squeezing it, rolling my suddenly firm and so-sensitive nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, and my words turned instead to a moan of desire. It was my moment of surrender, and she knew it, as I gasped:

‘Fuck me! Oh, God – fuck me, please fuck me! I’ll do anything, anything you want – just show me, show me how – take me, do me, please – make me, anything, just fuck me, fuck me hard!’

Tamar’s lips curved in a wide smile and her eyes gleamed, making her incredibly alive and attractive.

‘Oh, yes, babe – that is just exactly what I have in mind, and I will, I will – I’m gonna have you, I’m gonna take you there, all the way, so you’ll never ever want to come back again!’

There was a desperate pleading tone in my voice, such as I had never used with any male lover ever, as I replied:

‘God, yes, Tamar – I’m yours, I’m yours, please – anything you want, whatever you like, just take me, just do me!’

Then and there, in the hallway of her cottage, she pulled my sweater over my head and swiftly undid the side buttons and zip of my black skirt, letting it tumble down my legs. At once she reached for my bra, tugging the straps from my shoulders and jerking the bra-cups down so that I spilled out of them. For a moment she groped and mauled my breasts, sending shivers of arousal down my spine, and then she undid the clip at my back and discarded my bra altogether. I stood before her, rigid with desire as her eyes roved over my body, now naked apart from my hold-up stockings and low-heeled shoes. Once again she asserted her claim upon me by thrusting a hand between my legs, and I arched my hips apart in surrender as she cupped my cunt and gave it a firm proprietorial squeeze. Tamar’s nostrils flared and there was a hard edge of need in her voice as she rasped:

‘This … is mine, all mine – yeah, bitch, your pussy is mine!’

I swallowed and wordlessly gazed back into her lust-filled eyes, my acquiescence evident from my flushed face, half-open mouth, stiff pointy tits and, most of all, my dripping, oozing, gaping vagina.

Tamar took my hand in her commanding grasp, and towed me behind her up a short staircase and into the main bedroom, which nestled beneath the steep roof with two dormer windows, one facing the front of the cottage and other looking down onto the back garden. My seducer pulled the drapes on the front window, but left the private rear one as it was, with the setting sun sending soft warm rays across the bedroom ceiling. There was a large – really, an enormous – double bed at one end of the room, and Tamar whisked the colourfully-patterned duvet to one side, revealing the pale yellow sheet beneath. I made half a step towards the bed, assuming that she meant me to lie down on it, but Tamar checked me with a hand on my arm.

‘Eager, ain’t you, babe?’ she laughed, and then added: ‘good – I like that in a girl. And for a beginner?’ … here she gazed at me questioningly again, and with a blush I looked down at the carpet and sheepishly nodded … ‘yeah, for a newbie, you’re doing real good. But – first things first, honey, first things first. Undress me!’

I gasped at the command, thrilled at the prospect. Tamar stood confidently in the middle of the bedroom carpet, a vision of mature athleticism in her smart and stylish outfit. Carefully I undid the two buttons of her elegant burgundy-coloured jacket, my palms brushing across her breasts as I slipped it from her shoulders and slid the sleeves down her arms. As I removed the jacket, Tamar nodded towards a nearby chair, and I placed it neatly over the back of it as she gave an approving smile. Her camisole top was next, and obligingly she raised her hands above her to facilitate its removal, after which it joined the jacket on the chair. For a moment I paused, admiring the sight of her rounded breasts in their lacy sky-blue bra. She was definitely bustier than almost any woman distance runner that I knew, although her mounds were no more than average by other standards. To me, however, used to a world of almost flat-chested women, in which my own modest B cups were a cause for comment, Tamar was Aphrodite, she was Venus, she was a love goddess personified.

I cupped her breasts in both my hands, for a moment lost in wonder as to how I had come to be here, to be doing this, and not just with any attractive woman – but with Tamar Johnson, who had been a heroine admired at a distance when I had been a coltish young teenager making my ascent through local running teams and county championships. I wanted her now in ways that I had never dreamed of then, and I could not resist the fascinating allure of her firm ripe bust. Reaching behind her – a motion that brought me so wonderfully close that my naked tits brushed against the fabric of her bra-cups – I unclasped her backband and peeled the pretty lingerie away from her chest. Then I stooped forwards and brought my lips to each of her nipples in turn, kissing and licking around the aureole and then sucking the tit between my lips. To my delight, this produced an audible gasp of arousal, and Tamar lifted her breasts with her own hands, thrusting them into my devouring mouth. I spent a moment sucking on each in turn, worshipping at the altar of mature femininity, before the light pressure of her fingertips on my shoulders eased us apart.

‘Mmmm, nice’, she murmured; ‘do the rest, babe, undress the rest of me!’

With her hands planted on her hips, Tamar was a vividly arresting vision – nude from the waist up, but so sexily attired below with her sharply-tailored pencil skirt and shiny black leather boots. She looked so sexually-charged that my breath caught in my throat, and my fingers trembled with anticipation as I fumbled at the fastening of her skirt. At last, the button came loose and I jerked the side-zip downwards, so that the skirt peeled apart at her waist sufficiently that it could be pulled down over her powerful hips and thighs. I have to say that she looked even more magnificently amazonian when reduced to just the boots and a tiny pair of thong panties, lacy and light blue in a matching set with her bra.

Released from the restriction of her tight skirt, Tamar shifted her stance to place her feet about a yard apart. Then she hooked a finger around the miniscule gusset of the thong and yanked it aside, exposing herself to me once again.

‘Do you want it, bitch? Do you, yeah?’ she said, as I stared transfixed at her pussy. ‘Well then’, she continued, ‘actions speak louder than words – so show me, babe, show me right now!’

I almost collapsed onto my knees, sinking down in front of her with hot lust raging through my young body. My eyes were riveted on the sweet prize of her parted slit, and I leaned forwards to place a series of delicate but probing kisses along its length, teasing my tongue into the crevasse and for the first time experiencing the musky aroma and the texture and taste of another aroused female. ‘God, it’s good, so good’, I thought to myself with amazement, ‘I don’t care how I got here, I’m here now – this is what I want!’

I took a grip of the narrow waistband of her panties and rolled them down her thighs, over the top of her boots and then descending their smooth leather length to her ankles, after which Tamar lifted each foot and I quickly removed the skimpy garment. I don’t think that I had even a momentary hesitation before my mouth latched onto her cunt like a vacuum cleaner, sucking her juices and probing my tongue deep into her feminine folds. Tamar began to gasp and then to grunt, and she gripped my head in her hands and ground her pussy against me until her hips jerked in the spasm of her orgasm, and her cunny-juice sluiced across my cheeks and chin in a sudden sweet-and-sour shower.

The imposing older athlete took a few seconds to recover her breath, and then she gestured towards the bed.

‘On your back, bitch – and spread!’ she commanded.

I scrambled to obey, and lay there, admiring the powerfully erotic sight of Tamar in nothing but her black boots, their outdoor smartness all the more emphasising our indoor nudity. My mistress knelt between my legs for a moment, running her hand over my cunt and then licking it, but this was just a preliminary. After a moment, she swung around into what I knew – from theory, never before from reality – to be the 69 position. She positioned her knees at either side of my shoulders and then lowered her pussy onto my face, whilst her own mouth descended again upon my vagina, her fingers teasing my labia apart so that her agile tongue could delve deeply into me.

Soon I was moaning incoherently, but my voice was muffled by the fact that I was eating her out as avidly as she was devouring me. I wrapped my hands around her waist, pressing her pelvis down upon me so that I was almost smothered, and lashed my tongue around her gash. I soon found her clit and concentrated upon that, making her whole body tremble as I sucked and nibbled upon her nub. As she felt her climax coming, Tamar lifted her head from between my legs and gave a shuddering moan, driving her cunt back down against me. However, she was too experienced a lesbian to let herself get swept away entirely, and she gripped one of my legs with one hand and speared two long fingers of the other into my hole like a battering ram, slamming in and out of me. Her timing was close to perfect, and we gave the broken plaintive cry of orgasm nearly in unison, although she was fractionally ahead of me.

With a satisfied sigh, Tamar rolled over to lie on her back beside me. Without even thinking about it, I cuddled up next to her and nestled in her enfolding arms, with my cheek pillowed against the side of her soft breast. I was amazed at how my world had changed so suddenly and so completely, and how I could feel so quickly so contented, so secure, so – there was no other word for it – so grounded. It was as if I had at last got in touch with my real self, had understood at a deep level what I needed to be happy, and – most of all – had accepted the truth. I knew with profound certainty that this was not that I was bisexual, for that word just didn’t fit, it didn’t feel right or comfortable at all, and instinctively I shied away from it. No, I thought with a swift luxuriating flush of happiness, as if my unconscious self had been allowed in from the cold and like a cat (mmmm, a pussy cat, at that!) was stretching and purring in pleasure in front of a warm hearth fire, no – I’m a lesbian. I’m a girl-loving-lover-girl, a woman-wanter, a cunt-caressing, labia-licking, slit-sucking, dildo-drilling sapphic slut – I’m a lesbian, and I love it!

Tamar was somehow on my wavelength, for as these astonishing self-revelations flooded through my mind and sent salacious tingles through my body, she stirred, holding me closer and stroking my hair and shoulders, and murmured:

‘I meant what I said, you know … when we got here, I mean.’

‘Oh, yeah?’ I teased in reply, ‘what was that then … about me being hot and sexy?’

‘Well, yes, that! … you sure are … but, I mean about your running, your talent. I know you didn’t run a sensible race in the final, not like you usually do – you’re good at tactics, and seeing the right moment to make a move – but I’ll admit it, I goaded you, quite deliberately. I’d been hoping for a chance to get to know you – well, to seduce you, of course – but our paths didn’t seem to cross as much as I’d hoped, and you were always rather shy and reserved, so I took the chance today to stir you up a bit – and then when you offered that bet, wow! it was almost too good to be true!’

Tamar chuckled, and then turned slightly so that she was looking into my eyes. More soberly, she continued:

‘But it was more than that – I needed that too, I needed the motivation to do my best, and I needed the challenge from running against someone really good, someone I’d need to pull out everything to beat. And, you know, I wasn’t really sure that I could – you’re strong, you little bitch, and you’re fierce, and even running the daft way that you did, right to the end you nearly held me off – I only just made it. Anyway, apart from thanking you for helping me qualify for a place in the Olympic squad – and, believe me, I am so happy about that, as this’ll be my last one – it made me realise I really need a training partner, that training here on my own, it’s just not challenging enough, I’m doing fine physically but I’m not honing my competitive edge, I’m not training psychologically. It would have to be someone first-class, someone I could never take for granted and have to try my best every time we run … so … mmm ….’

She stopped and looked at me with a sudden shyness, a vulnerability that allowed me to see the young woman inside the accomplished athlete, and then she popped the question, the real question:

‘… well … would you consider it? Would you be interested in the idea? It could really benefit both of us, you know, and we’re going to be in the squad together. You’d be welcome to use all the facilities that I’ve got here, we would share them, and there’s a spare room you could use if you ever needed to stay over … or, of course, we can use somewhere else, a gym and a club track, if you’re more comfortable with that.’ Tamar paused, and then concluded with a strange wistfulness: ‘Anyway, would you think it over … us being training partners?’

The new me didn’t need to think about it for a moment, but there was one thing that I wanted to make quite clear, and I replied:

‘I would love that, if we were partners … I mean partners, really partners, not just for training, for everything. If you want that, I’ll move in tomorrow, and – you goose! – I don’t need your spare room! This is where I want to be, this is my bed now … isn’t it?’

Tamar looked at once so shocked and so happy, like someone who had just won the jackpot in the lottery with the only ticket they had ever bought. We were both so delirious, our hearts so full of promise and love, our cunts creaming with our juices and trembling with desire, that with sudden fervour, as tears of joy streamed down our faces, I rolled on top of her, sliding between her suddenly parting thighs, and we mashed our pussies together. Tamar gave a vibrating moan, releasing months of tension and unrequited longing, and she clutched my sweet ass in both hands as we ground our vaginas against each other, until with a simultaneous shriek we both climaxed, blessing our new life together in a fountaining spray of cunt-juice.

I slumped on top of her, as we both gasped in the aftermath of orgasm – my best one ever, and later she told me it had been the same for her. After a few moments, catching my breath, I settled at her side again – where I want to be, now and always. Tamar looked down at me with affection shining in her eyes, and then she reached down and took my hand. Lifting it to her lips, she kissed it softly once and then placed it between her thighs with my fingers paralleling her slit.

‘Whatever you like …’, she murmured with a satisfied smile, and so of course I had to show her what I now did like: uninhibited lesbian fucking with fingers, tongue and then pussy itself!

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Bree and Trina at it again.

Bree nearly fell to the floor from the shock of being pulled from her reading and her thoughts. She turned quickly to see Trina standing there the few steps into her bedroom. Her face was red and there were tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Her lower lip started to quiver and her hands were balled into fists so tight her knuckles were white. She wanted to go to her but was afraid Trina would hit her. Bree opened her mouth to say something, anything that would fix the situation but before she could Trina turned and ran.

She wanted to go after her or call her name but every part of her body felt frozen solid. She listened to the sound of soft sobs and Trina’s feet descending the stairs. Then came the sound of the front door slaming closed.

Bree shook herself out of this frozen state of shock and ran to her sister’s window. She watched as Trina made a wild dash into dense trees of the woods behind their home. Good god what had she just done? She glanced down one final time at the diary she was squeezing tightly in her hands. At the botton of the page she read the words that sent a chill like ice water through her soul…

“I couldn’t bear it if someone found out this dark secret of mine. I would rather die…”

Trina

Bree grabbed her cell phone and called her sister’s number. She heard the ringer going off somewhere downstairs. She ran from the room and found her sisters phone laying on the stairs about halfway to the main level. She must have dropped it as she ran down the stairs. She hadn’t even stopped to pick it up. It showed her just how upset her sister must be… the idea of a teenage girl without her cell phone at her side in this day and age was unheard of.

Shit… would she really harm herself in any way? Bree really didn’t think so but who knows in a situation like this. As if anyone had ever been in a fucking situation like this she thought. This had to be unprecedented right? The shame her sister had felt in all of those entries. Her confusion and her attempt to keep her dirty secret, all of it had come into the light… all because of her. She had to fix this but first she had to find Trina.

Bree ran down the stairs and slipped on a pair of shoes. She started running for the woods before she even thought about where her sister might have gone. Her mind was racing as her feet pounded the soft earth below. She let her eyes scan everywhere as she ran hoping to get a glimpse of her fleeing twin. She tripped twice on fallen branches but picked herself up with speed that should have amazed her. She didn’t bother to wipe the small sticks and dirt that clung to her arms and clothing away.

She finally took a second to catch her breath and try to clear her mind. Where the hell would she go? Their parent’s owned alot of land out here. She really had no idea how much but it had always seemed to Bree to stretch for miles. She tried to think of all the places she could hide but there were no old shacks, buildings or even a damn tree house. Maybe someplace where they had played as children. Her mind finally clicked on a spot that seemed reasonable.

When they were about 12 and still got along they would play in a cave about a mile from their house. They would spend hours in there pretending they were wives to handsome men who were at work. They would make pies out of mud to feed their imaginary men when they would return. Imaginary parties were planned and imaginary children were raised there. Sometimes they just yelled new dirty words they had learned at school to hear the echo bounce off the walls and then they’d burst into giggle fits.

Trina had to be there! Bree turned in the direction of the cave and began running again. Now with a destination firm in her mind she paid more attention to where her feet were going. Her heart was screaming at her to stop running and rest but she still had over half a mile to go. She tried to block out her pounding heart’s pleas by thinking of what she’d say to Trina when she finally found her. Sadly her mind couldn’t form words or thoughts so her focus returned to her feet as they pounded along the old path to the cave.

Bree finally made it to the entrance of it a few minutes later. She stood outside for a few seconds and tried to catch her breath. During her frantic pursuit she had realized that it had started to rain. Her clothes clung tightly to her body as she leaned against the branch of an old oak that they used to pretend was a horse as kids. She listened carefully and could hear soft sobs coming from inside the cave and knew she had been right about where her sister would go. Bree took one long deep breath to calm her frazzled nerves and went inside…

Trina sat in a dark corner of the small cave but there was enough light coming through that Bree could see she had her face buried in her hands. A beam of sun settled directly on her form causing her sister to glow like and angel. “Trina” she whispered softly.

Trina looked up and Bree could see her mascara had run down her cheeks and some was dripping from her chin. “Oh god please go away” Trina said quietly.

“Trina I’m so sorry… I was looking for some clothes and I….”

“I don’t care what you were doing. I don’t care what you read or what you think. I just want you gone and out of my life” Trina said her voice rising. Her fists were balled up again and her face was red with anger and embarrassment.

Bree knew she didn’t mean it but the words still stung. She walked to where her sister sat shivering in the dark cave. She could see that she was soaked from the rain as well. Her hair clung to the sides of her face and her clothes were plastered to her body. Trina sat there quietly and ingnored Bree’s presence. She decided to take her chances and sit down beside Trina even though she figured she would probably get hit.

Bree scooted close and put a hand on her sister’s shoulder. “Dont touch me” Trina whispered as she looked up into Bree’s eyes.
She removed her hand and stared back at her sister. She held her gaze for a few seconds before looking down at the cave floor below.

“I… I always thought you hated me” Bree finally said.

“I do hate you” Trina answered unconvincinly.

“We both know you don’t mean that… I’m glad… I’m glad I found your diary Trina”.

“What? I’m not! You invaded my privacy. You clearly read things that nobody was ever supposed to know. You ruined my life” Trina whispered the last line defeated. Her body shook as she fought down another sob.

“We can’t let anyone find out” Bree said quietly placing her hand on her sister’s thigh.

“Well no shit. It’s bad enough you know. If anyone else knew I’d be ruined” Trina said barely holding back from screaming the words. She was looking at Bree as if she had just said the dumbest thing ever.

“Not about that…” Bree whispered as she moved a little closer.

“Then wha…” Trina’s words were cut short as Bree’s hand cupped her face and pulled her in close till their lips met. Trina tried to push her away out of shock but Bree held her firm against her until the shock faded and desire replaced it.

Bree’s lips parted and her tongue soon found her sister’s, eager for her’s as well. Bree felt her sister’s hend move behind her head as she pulled her closer until the kiss was almost painful. Trina’s teeth bit down lightly on her lower lip and a soft moan escaped from deep inside Bree. Her body felt like it was awash in flames that burned hotter the longer the kiss went on.

Months of confused feelings and desire poured out of Trina through the kiss. Trina finally broke it and pulled Bree close to her. Her head rested on Bree shoulder.

“Are you really sure about this Bree” Trina asked quietly.

“No but yes at the same time” she took Trina’s hand and their eyes again met. “I know it’s crazy and probably wrong in several ways but I can’t ignore what I felt when I read your words. I’m just as confused as you were when you started writing in your diary about me and what you were feeling.”

“Do you need more time to think things through then?” Trina asked.
“Yeah… I mean obviously I want something but its probably best if I have at least a little time to think about everything. Especially considering whats at stake if I find that what I’m feeling is just a phase that’ll pass. You’ve had these feelings for months now and you’ve had time to analyze everything you’ve been feeling. This… well. This is all new to me”

Trina looked disappointed but understanding. “Ok… but you’ll let me know right? No matter what you decide?”

“Of course I will.” Bree said.

The two sister’s laid on the floor of the cave and held each other close as they listened to the storm outside. The rain had picked up and the wind had soon followed. It came down in heavy sheets that the wind blew towards the entrance of the cave. No words were spoken between the them. None were needed. They just laid there and listened to the screaming wind, falling rain and thier pounding hearts.

Nearly an hour passed since they shared their first kiss when the rain finally stopped and the last rays of daylight flickered over the horizon. Bree stood and helped her sister to her feet and they emereged from the cave hand in hand. Although they knew nobody would be around for miles they still released their hold on one another once outside. Together they made their way back to the house. Still nothing was said as they walked side by side. They shared nervous glances at each other from time to time though.

Bree’s mind bounced thoughts around as she walked. She had never really had many sexual feelings before. At least not towards another person. She had watched porn yeah and masturbated plenty of times but she had never actually met anyone that had turned her on. Now here she was feeling this way about her sister of all people. Her identical twin sister in fact. Did that mean she was attracted to herself in some way? The idea sounded ridiculous when she thought of it like that. She was feeling so many emotions that it made it hard to walk. Confusion, curiosity and desire consumed her as they continued on together.

Fifteen minutes later they entered their parent’s home and headed up the stairs together. Bree was about to open her bedroom door and go inside when Trina placed a hand on her arm and stopped her. “Do you think…” she paused searching for the right words. “You know if… you decide you don’t want to. That all of this and everything that happened back at the cave was all a mistake. Well do you think you will still be ok being around me?” Trina asked.

“Of course I will. You’re my sister. I’ll love you no matter what.” She laughed a little and added “I loved you even when I thought you hated me. This would be nothing.”
Trina wrapped her arms around Bree and squeezed so tight she could barely breathe. Bree could feel her sister’s relief in the hug. Then Trina leaned in and kissed Bree lightly on the cheek and went to her room. Bree watched her walk away trying not to focus solely on the way her wet clothes still clung to her skin. Trina turned and gave her a brief smile then went into her room and gently closed the door behind her.

Bree stood outside her door for a second before she turned the knob and opened her it. Her computer screen glowed in the corner of her dark room. She flipped on the light switch as she closed the door behind her. It had only been a few hours before that her incident with Brad had consumed her every thought and now the whole thing seemed irrelevant compared to the recent events.

She walked over to her computer and stared at the screen for a moment. Her character stood on a small hill staring off into nothingness. Bree reached out and shut the screen off. She was about to head to her bed when she turned back to the computer. Bree leaned down and looked at her Web Cam. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She brought her hand to her mouth and blew a kiss at the camera before reaching out and turning it to face the wall.

“Bitch” she heard Trina scream from her room and the two burst out laughing together.

Once in bed Bree laid there trying to shut off the thoughts that ran circles in her mind. She kept replaying everything that had happened throughout this crazy day. Her encounter with Brad that sparked the events that had seemingly changed her life. The feeling she had when she slipped into her sister’s panties. She no longer ignored the meaning behind it. She had known then that her thoughts of being aroused had nothing to do with how the sexy panties had made her feel about herself. Now she was willing to accept the fact that it was Trina that excited her. Her mind then went to the words she had read in her sister’s diary and pleasure ran though her body.

As she lay there she shimmied out of her pajamas and let her hands explore her soft naked flesh. Her nipples burned with sensitivity as she ran her finger tips over them. She let her other hand slip down between her legs and found herself wet with excitement and anticipation. This had all been building for hours now and as her mind ran through her sister’s words Bree’s orgasm was close to say the least.

She let her thoughts focus on the last entry she had read before Trina had entered the room. She moved her finger inside herself as her thoughts went to her sister mirroring her every move. Bree’s orgasm built as her finger began running tight circles around her clit. Her hips started to buck up and down and her breathing picked up speed. She shoved her face in her pillow as her orgasm burst through her body like race horses released from the gates. She thrashed in her bed and her back arched as the explosion of pleasure consumed all of her body.

When it finally passed she laid very still and silent. She waited for feelings of revulsion at what she had just done and the thoughts that had been running through her mind to come pouring in and rain on her parade. Yet nothing happened. She didn’t feel disgust at herself. The only thought that ran through her mind was what this might have been like had she experienced it with Trina instead of alone.

Bree suddenly heard her phone buzz and reached for it on the nightstand. She opened it and saw it held a message from Trina. Her breathing picked up again and she wondered what the message held. She opened it and immediately started laughing. It held one single word that told her Trina knew exactly what she had been doing only moments before.

She looked at it again “bitch” stared back at her. She sent back a little kissy face in return and then let sleep take hold of her…

End of Part 2

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This story is fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or places is purely coincidental. In particular, there is no connection between these invented characters and any past or present members of any league or national team.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2012

I know that Americans don’t ‘get’ the English sport of cricket – but then, a lot of English people don’t really understand the game either, or at least they don’t understand its interest and pleasure. That goes especially for women, because – like football – it always used to be seen as a man’s sport. But that has been changing for a while now, and, as with golf and football, the women’s game is slowly developing a following.

Why am I telling you this? Well, I have enjoyed playing cricket ever since as a kid I insisted that my three older brothers let me join in their games, and then proved that I was better at it than they were! I have always been a tall and well-built girl (oh yes, in every way – I know what you’re thinking!), and I’m strong, with fast reflexes and good judgement of pace and distance, so I do very well at the game. In fact, I play for one of the top women’s league teams in England – although not professionally, there isn’t the money in the game for that yet, but I can fit it around my paying job, as I work on a freelance basis.

My team plays one-day matches almost every Saturday during the season, from the spring to the early autumn, against other teams all over the country. I have been in the side for four years now (I’m just over twenty-two years old), and was recently made Vice-Captain – oh yes, when that was announced, it caused plenty of sniggers in the locker room, from those who know about my personal life: I am strictly a one-hundred-per-cent pussy-loving girl-fucking lesbian bitch! However, I don’t look at all like the stereotypical image of a sporty ‘dyke’, not even with my height (exactly six feet), my broad shoulders (which give my swing of the bat that extra lash of power) and my generally athletically fit and toned body. There are several reasons for that: in particular, I have conventionally ‘pretty’ features, with pale green eyes, snub nose, rosebud lips and smooth pink complexion, all framed by a rich mane of ginger curls – they are always a struggle to fit in under my helmet (though very good extra padding!), but I would never cut them short. Most of all, the reason is my curvy shape – I have always had big tits, taking an E cup bra, and I have a jutting rounded ass, flaring out from my hips and with a wide gap at the crotch where my powerful thighs meet. With my height and length of stride, my strutting stalk of a walk makes the swaying goodies of my chest and butt really catch the eye – even in flat trainers, never mind high heels! I don’t have any trouble pulling the prettiest young chicks in the lesbian bars and nightclubs, or attracting the cream of the smart and experienced women in their thirties and forties, and I love fucking as many different women as possible – for now, all I want are lust-powered casual encounters and one-night stands of wild uninhibited sapphic sexual thrills.

On this particular Saturday in early August, we were playing a team down in the south-west of England who were amongst the top three or four rivalling us for the League championship. We had heard rumours that they had a new demon bowler, a whizz-kid just turned eighteen who had learned the game as a pupil at one of those fancy girls-only private boarding schools – I had heard of it, an elite and expensive place called Hirstmere Hall. Apparently, this girl was living at home during the summer before starting at university in October, and she had been eagerly snapped up to play for her local team, who were our opponents today. They won the toss, and elected to bat first, so I didn’t get to see their wunderkind in action for a while. Like many bowlers, she wasn’t particularly good with the bat, and was down as the tenth in their order, out of the eleven players.

As it turned out, the pitch and the weather favoured batting, and our bowlers were maybe not quite on their best form. Anyhow, their opening batters (I know, I know – the teams are all females, but saying ‘batswomen’ is not only an awkward mouthful, it makes you feel like you should be putting on a cape and mask for a superhero movie, not white shorts or skirt and knee-pads!) piled on the runs fast, and their score rapidly mounted to a challenging total. They declared before losing their seventh wicket, so their new girl didn’t even have to come out of the pavilion during our innings. In fact, I think they were deliberately psyching us up, by keeping their ‘secret weapon’ out of sight.

So it came to our innings, with a tough score to chase. Our two opening batters did OK, but too slowly, and then one of them was bowled out after only scoring eleven runs. However, this was by one of our opponents’ usual bowlers – so, where is the prodigy? I mused, as I sat on the pavilion veranda, padded up and ready to go in next. I didn’t get much more chance to wonder, for Miranda, our No. 3 batter, who can be brilliant but is always a bit vulnerable until she settles in, made a silly mistake – going for a ball she should have left well alone – and was caught by their wicket-keeper. All too soon, it was my turn to go in – I’m No. 4 in the order, which is the lynchpin position in the batting. Your role is either to pile on the heat and press for victory, or, as in this case, grimly dig in and try to stave off a collapse.

I took Miranda’s place, and carefully played away the last three balls of that over (for you non-cricketers, there are six bowls in an ‘over’, which must all be bowled by the same player, and then it can change to another player to bowl the next ‘over’ of six balls). On the final delivery, I managed to get my score started – breaking your ‘duck’ always makes you feel better – with a single run. However, this put me at the other wicket, and, because the overs are bowled from alternating ends, that meant that I was now due to face the next bowler.

The captain of the other team was a clever tactician, an experienced woman of nearly 30, and of course she had kept their new girl fresh and ready for just such a psychological moment as this, when our team was already stressed and under pressure. I saw her give a tight wolfish grin, and then wave in one of their outfielders, who had been stationed near to the boundary and had had almost nothing to do so far, as we had hit hardly any long shots. I realised at once what this meant, and watched the girl as she trotted up (girl was the word – she was too young-looking to be a woman). She didn’t look anything special, but then the best players often don’t. She was around the average height for a player – which is a little above the female average, so maybe five feet six or seven inches – and quite thin and wiry in build. Her most noticeable feature was a thick mop of jet-black hair, cut above the collar and shaped stylishly around her face – it was quite a feminine cut, yet also brisk and purposeful. She took the ball from her captain, who gave her a slight encouraging slap on the ass, and I heard the woman say:

‘Go, Carla, go – we’ve got the bitches on the ropes, go get ’em, babe!’

I wondered for a second if the girl’s name signified something Italian in her ancestry – her features and especially her hair hinted at that – but then it was time to concentrate. Carla had finished her walk out and turned, waiting for a moment before beginning her sprint up to the other wicket to bowl. Our gazes locked, and I guess almost unconsciously I stood taller for a second, bracing my shoulders, which has the effect of thrusting my breasts out even further. I saw Carla’s eyes widen and she bit her lip in concentration, before tossing her head and starting her run.

My God, she was fast! Before I knew it, she had flung the ball, and it bounced once before flashing past my helmet, only a few inches away. I had barely got my bat up to block the stumps, and if this had been a low one on target she might have bowled me out with her first delivery. As it was, the cocky little cunt stood at the other wicket, with her hands on her hips, as if to say ‘yeah, you didn’t expect THAT, did you, bitch!’ I did notice that she had a slim waist and maybe a little more curves than I had previously thought, especially when she turned her back and strutted away in preparation for her second bowl. Now there was a spring and confidence in her step, which manifested itself in a jiggle of her tight teenage tush that in other circumstances would have got me very interested – but here and now, it was a distraction to be put out of mind.

I managed to last through the other five balls of her over, blocking a couple of sneaky low ones (one of them, I’ll admit, only just), and ignoring some others which, if attempted, would probably become edged shots that would offer the fielders an easy catch. I scored nothing from Carla in that over, and had a respite during the next one as my playing partner, our No. 1 opener who was still grimly holding on, faced the deliveries of their spin-bowler. She managed to score two runs, but that left us back in the same position, and I got ready to face Carla for the second time.

I had more of a sense of her pace and style now, and I’ve never been someone to be intimidated or stay on the defensive – and I knew that I had to attack, if we were to have any chance of winning. This time the battle honours were more even: she nearly got me with the last ball of the six, but before then I had scored two runs from one ball and hit another right to the boundary (our first boundary in the match) for four – making a total of six runs, which was nearly what we had to get from each over if we were to beat them.

The game see-sawed back and forth like this for a while – all very exciting for the small number of spectators, but gruellingly intense for those engaged in it. When I was at the other end for a change, Carla took her first wicket – our No. 1 batter – with an amazing, really unplayable delivery; it wasn’t Suzie’s fault at all. This put the black-haired teen on a roll, and she took two more of our wickets quite soon afterwards. I gritted my teeth, ground down, took my opportunities wherever I could, and slowly my score mounted – past twenty, then forty, and then, almost to my own surprise, getting the half-century with a slightly wide swing at one of Carla’s balls that sent it high and far in the air: thankfully, far enough that it sailed over the boundary for a six, rather than falling into an eager fielder’s hands.

Whilst I acknowledged the applause for my 50 from the crowd – there were maybe a hundred people watching! – I stretched my shoulders and eased my back, without consciously meaning to waggle my tits in Carla’s direction. She was standing only a few yards away, looking rather frustrated, with her eyes fixed on my bust and her lips pursed.

She almost stalked away, but when she turned to start her run-up, her eyes still seemed to be focused on my chest. Perhaps that should have given me warning, but I was beaten by the sizzling pace of her delivery – which neither went past me, or swung in for the wicket, but instead thudded into the side of my left breast. Even though women players wear chest protectors for exactly this reason, it was both unexpected and quite sharply painful. I gave a kind of ‘ooof!’ noise, dropped my bat, and stood rubbing the stricken part of my anatomy. I glared at the bowling bitch, who made no enquiry as whether I was OK, and no apology.

Two balls later, the cunt did it again, this time scoring a hit right on the nipple of my right breast – once more, nearly all of the impact was absorbed by the plastic boob-protector, but still it was unpleasant. I shook my head, refusing to be intimidated and, more importantly, refusing to get angry and be goaded into responding by hitting balls that should be let alone – which is the easiest way of all to get out. When Carla’s next spell resulted in two more hits on my breasts (and it would have been four without some good defensive parrying on my part), I began to realise that this ‘bodyline’ bowling was a deliberate tactic on her part.

Now, it isn’t against the rules – at least, not unless it really is dangerous play. However, as in the original and famous ‘bodyline’ bowling controversy, when an England (male, of course) team used it against Australia in the 1930s, it is against the ethos and the spirit of the game, and arouses a lot of resentment. So I was pretty cross about it, as well as feeling a bit sore and tender – though most of all from one impact when I managed to get my arm in front of my tits and it got hit instead – even whilst acknowledging that the tactic was working. The cunt had me – our strongest batter – almost pinned down, surviving but scoring too slowly, whilst she and their other bowlers steadily dismissed the other players in my team. When it got down to our last four – our bowlers – I knew the writing was on the wall. They looked quite intimidated by Carla’s ultra-fast, highly accurate deliveries, even without having already seen them thud into my upper body, and knowing that I was much better at defending myself than they were. Sure enough, they crumpled quite quickly, and it was all over – but not before two more of Carla’s deliveries had slammed into my now thoroughly tenderised breasts. Although I had done quite well myself, remaining in play and finishing with 78 ‘not out’, which was good for my personal batting statistics, my team had lost the match by a wide margin and with over a hour still remaining before the official close of play.

Naturally enough, our rivals were in a merry mood, slapping each other on the back, and especially congratulating Carla – in fact, I saw from the corner of my eye that five or six of them had hoisted her onto their shoulders for a triumphal parade to the pavilion. Before I started the lonely walk back of the defeated (the pavilion is always about a mile further away for the losers), their captain had the grace to come over and congratulate me on ‘a fine innings, and in difficult circumstances too’, and she shook my hand. Her eyes were on my bust, as she followed up by asking, slightly apologetically, ‘are you OK? … umm … not too sore, I hope?’, and it looked as if she would almost have liked to touch my breasts. At another time, I would have been more than glad to let her do so – although about eight or nine years older than me, she was a lithe and sexy blonde, and I like being taken by (or taking) an older and experienced woman just as much as one my own age or younger. There was a glint in her eye that made me think she would have gone a lot further – indeed, all the way – but in truth I was more cross than anything else, and didn’t give her any signal of encouragement.

Instead, with a fairly curtly mumbled ‘I’m OK, thanks … congratulations on your win, and your new bowler’, I turned and trudged back to the locker room. The mood in our changing room was the opposite of theirs, but was not too downcast for long – you can’t win every match, and we had always known that this would be a tough one. There were plenty more games ahead for another eight weeks, and we still had every chance of winning the League title – which we had done two years previously, though we had only finished in fourth place last year. The others began to revive, chattering and departing in twos and threes to share cars for the 200 mile drive back to our homes in and around a city in the midlands. I waved them goodbye: unlike my team-mates, on this occasion I was not returning to the small one-bedroom apartment where I now lived, but would be heading further north to my childhood home town, as the next day was my mother’s birthday. I had quite a long drive ahead of me, and was in no hurry to get started – it didn’t matter what time I got there this evening, and anyway the match had finished early.

I was also tired after my long and difficult innings, and it took me a while to shower, dry myself – carefully around the breasts, where there were a couple of tender spots and some darkening bruises despite the protective shield – and get dressed. I put on one of my usual outfits – for the foundations, my burgundy red half-cup 34E bra that keeps my firm but swaying breasts in some sort of confinement, and gives me an impressive crevasse of a cleavage, together with the matching lacy thong panties and a pair of black hold-up stockings (I hate panty-hose and never wear it, it makes me too sweaty around my cunt). I put on my black leather boots, and had just pulled up the zip and fastened the buttons of my scarlet leather mini-skirt and was reaching for my black roll-neck tight lambswool sweater, when the door of the changing room swung open – without even a knock or a call to warn me – and in walked Carla!

She stopped dead at the sight of me, her mouth slightly gaping. Then, almost embarrassed, her gaze darted away from the display of my prominent breasts, and focused instead on the floor in front of her. With her face flushed, she began a flustered explanation: it transpired that she had been waiting in the corridor all of this time just to speak to me, that all of her team had now gone, and she had thought she must have missed me when my comrades left as well. I said nothing, and raised an eyebrow at her. Carla hesitantly took half a step nearer, and then stammered:

‘I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you so often, I mean – not there! … not on your … ummm, really, I’m so sorry … I don’t normally bowl like that, really … it just seemed to happen … I don’t know why, somehow …’

Her face lifted again, and her eyes widened at the out-thrust swelling prominence of my E-cups.

‘Umm … well, I saw the photos … you know, those ones … umm …’ she tailed off.

Ahh! Oh yes, indeed, I did know! The year before, right at the start of the season, I had been featured in an article in a women’s magazine, on the pretext of being ‘a rising star of the rising women’s game’. It was flattering, plus we all try to promote women’s cricket any way we can. The journalist who came to do the interview was a very handsome and striking black woman in her late twenties, and she turned me on so much that I would have done anything to get her into bed. Fortunately, she was gay too, and soon showed her interest in an unmistakeable way (I think it was when, as I was half-way through an answer to one of her questions, she thrust her hand up under my mini-skirt and pulled my panties down to my ankles!). We fucked like rabbits for most of the afternoon, then took a shower together (yum, that was a nice pussy-munching time, too), and then finally finished the interview over coffee. She needed to take some pictures to go with it, and I guess I felt pretty uninhibited by then; at any rate, when I changed into my cricket whites so that she could take the pictures in the garden, I did it in front of her as a kind of jokey – but definitely sexy – strip-tease, and she had laughed and clapped, and taken a series of snaps with her high-powered digital camera ‘as a personal souvenir, just for my own collection’. So I struck saucy poses for her, some in my lingerie, some in various stages of its removal, and some completely in the nude – including a few very explicit ones for her private pleasure – before I donned my cricket gear and we took the actual pictures for the magazine outside on the lawn.

The article was published in the following month’s issue, causing some interest and, as always, a little jealousy; I looked quite hot even in the ‘official’ pictures, which consciously or unconsciously were taken at angles that emphasised the size and thrust of my breasts. However, that was far from the end of the matter: two weeks later, the journalist telephoned me in tearful agitation, to say that her partner had found the ‘private’ pictures still in her camera’s memory, had realised that she had been cheated on, and in a fury had not only ended the relationship and thrown the journalist out, but had also posted some of the pictures of me on the internet under the label of ‘cheating dyke bitch’. I was appalled, but fortunately the aggrieved woman had only posted a few of the less outrageous ones – in a couple of the pictures, I was wearing a bra, panties, stockings and boots, but in three others my large breasts were bared, and in one of them I was cupping them in my hands and thrusting them out at the camera with a real ‘fuck-me’ expression on my face, in a stance with my legs apart and my tiny triangular thong barely covering my pussy. At once, I contacted the woman and demanded that she remove them, threatening legal action – which I didn’t pursue, as that would only have drawn more attention to the affair, and in fact she was quite contrite, especially when I explained that I had had no idea that the journalist had been in a relationship. However, the trouble with the internet is, once something has been put out there, like the genie it won’t go back in the bottle.

It didn’t quite go viral, except of course in my own small world of women’s cricket. This mainly happened due to the pictures being featured for a while on a ‘hot sports babes’ porno site operating from some unknown place in Russia; some other women players had seen them there (which did make you wonder why they were visiting that site!), and then they told others and passed around downloaded copies. It wasn’t entirely a bad thing: I had to put up with getting a few passes from male cricketers and cricket fans, which I am quite practised at turning aside without confrontation or offence (or giving away the real reason for my refusals), but I also got several approaches from women – other players, match officials and even (which turned into a very hot weekend, and a very useful contact to make) a member of the England international women’s cricket team!

Nevertheless, I was startled that Carla had seen them. This had been more than a year ago, and was now old news – and she would not even have been seventeen then, and surely still at her exclusive boarding school. As I reappraised her, she mumbled, almost as if she had read my thoughts:

‘Umm … the sports teacher at school, the – ahhh, mmm – the one who taught me … err, cricket … well … she, umm, she showed them to me …’

‘Aaah’, I breathed in understanding, as it dawned on me that the teacher would hardly have done this unless she was a lesbian, and had done so either in the course of seduction or its aftermath, and so the woman had almost certainly been fucking the little bitch as well as coaching her – and of course the school, Hirstmere Hall, did have a certain reputation in sapphic sporting circles! However, before I could say or do anything more in response, Carla summoned up more of her courage, and rushed on with remarks that put her sexual orientation beyond any doubt:

‘Yeah, so, I got her to make me copies from her ones – I thought you were stunning, so hot and so fit’, and then she blushed prettily as she admitted: ‘I’ve made myself come so many times, looking at those pictures, and thinking that one day I might actually meet you. And, today, I so wanted to impress you, to make a good impression …’

‘Well’, I said wryly, rubbing my bra at the side of my left breast, which had received the most impacts, ‘you certainly did that!’

Carla’s eyes were riveted on where I was massaging my ample bust, but there was an almost tearful note in her voice, as she continued:

‘… but I never dreamed it might turn out like this, that I would hurt you and make you angry with me! Oh, I’m so sorry, really – I just couldn’t get those pictures of your tits out of my mind when I saw you today … I never meant to aim at them, I was just so turned on by them … and somehow … well, it just kept happening …’

She trailed off, looking at the floor again with a miserable expression. It was too convincing to be an act – her words had a ring of truth, and I believed her. Even more, it was actually very flattering, that my pictures would have had such an impact on an impressionable young lesbian just emerging from her chrysalis, and that seeing me for real would both arouse and unsettle her so much. My face lost its hard angry frown, and I warmed to her … she seemed to be really quite a nice person after all, open and straightforward. Really, it had taken a lot of guts to seek me out after such events, to wait so long in the lonely corridor and then to brave entering the locker room – in fact, I found myself actually admiring her.

It also helped that, seen close up, she was more attractive than I had realised when I had been tightly-focused upon coping with her bowling. She was slender, with boyish hips but a slim waist that emphasised the curve of her taut ass, and she had more on her chest than had been apparent from a distance – maybe she only filled a B-cup, just possibly a C, but her breasts looked nice and perky. Now that I saw her face at close quarters, and her eyes and mouth were not narrowed in fierce concentration as she bowled, I could see that she had quite pretty features, and that her expression was normally a charming and cheerful one (rather than her present apologetic apprehension), with deep dark brown eyes below her shock of thick jet black hair – I was more than ever sure that there was some hot Mediterranean blood not very far back in her ancestry.

Carla obviously had not risked taking the time to shower and change, in case I should leave quickly and she missed me, and so she was still wearing her cricket whites, just as she had left the playing field: a fairly tight cotton short-sleeve polo shirt, underneath which the shape of her white sports bra was outlined, a pleated white skirt which came to about three inches above her knees, and was no impediment to her sprinting run-up to bowl, and white ankle socks – the one thing she had done was to replace her spiked cricket shoes, which damage indoor floors, with a pair of canvass slip-ons instead. In fact, she looked just how I like a babe – sporty, lithe, fit, energetic, slightly sweaty from exertion of one kind, and up and ready for exertion of another.

With calm certainty, I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I reached slowly behind my back, unclasped my bra, and let it fall to the ground, revealing my large ripe pear-shaped breasts in all their full swaying (and rather bruised) naked glory. Clara gaped at the sight and then gasped, as I cupped my mammaries in both hands and thrust them out towards the younger woman – unconsciously imitating the most salacious pose in the notorious photographs.

‘Well’, I said with husky purr in my voice, ‘now that you’re here, I think you can apologise to them in person … yeah, why don’t you kiss them better, hmm?’

Clara swallowed and looked at me with saucer-eyes, but there was no mistaking the flush of excitement in her face and the warmth of desire in her eyes. I took a step towards her, just as she did the same towards me, and the gap between us vanished in a second. With a gasp, Clara reached for my breasts, and I removed my hands so as not to impede her in any way. She began to fondle my right breast, whilst her mouth went unerringly to my left breast, licking around my aureole and then plunging onto my tit and sucking my nipple in between her teeth like a female vacuum cleaner. It felt good, so good and so right, as her mop of black hair bobbed up and down at my chest and her lips paid reverence to my bountiful bust.

Well, there is only one thing to do when a hot babe is bent over and slurping at your tits – and that is to go for her cunt and rub her up into a dripping frenzy, so that there is no way that she’ll want to stop, not until you have both come and come and come yet again! I gripped Carla’s shoulder firmly in my left hand to hold her in place, whilst simultaneously I snaked my right hand under her cricket skirt – which was so cute with its fresh white pleats, marked only by the red stain at her left hip where (like all bowlers) she had repeatedly rubbed the ball so as to vary its shine on one side, and thus its flight through the air.

My hand delved upwards between Carla’s legs and seized her pussy; as I firmly squeezed the soft swell of her Venus mound in my powerful batter’s grip, she broke her lips away from my erect nipple for just a second in order to give a mewling whimper of satisfaction. After I had given a couple of forceful rubs along Carla’s groove, she automatically shifted her stance, arching her hips open and shuffling her feet wider apart. From that one subtle motion, I could tell that this was a well-fucked lesbian bitch, and certainly no shy virgin or hesitant novice in the sapphic arts. Well, that was good, because I wasn’t going to cut her any slack – I had been mollified to some extent by her apology and explanation, but there was still a good deal of residual anger burning through my system.

My next move was to grasp the crotch of Carla’s panties, bunch it together, and then haul upwards, so that the gusset cut into her slit and abraded along the walls of her vagina. Carla gave a shuddering moan and rose up onto the balls of her feet, as I used my greater height and the strength in my shoulders and arms to lift her almost off the floor. I jerked the sweat-soaked band of cloth even further into her pussy, as she gazed at me in wide-eyed arousal, her mouth hanging half-open as she panted for the breath which the sudden incision of the panties into her gash had driven out of her. I locked my eyes onto hers, and said with the quiet absolute certainty that is far more erotic than any shouting or snarling:

‘You want it, you bitch? Well, you’re gonna get it, yeah – I’m gonna do you real good, bitch, I’m gonna have your pussy, so hard!’

It’s a fantastic moment when you say something like that to a woman, when you’re so full of surging lust, and she looks back at you like a kid given free run in a candy store, like you are making all her wishes come true. That’s how Carla stared at me now, almost trembling with desire and anticipation. Keeping my iron grip on the crotch of her panties, I swung the smaller girl round in a half-circle, and then pushed back her against the dull blue metal lockers that lined the wall.

‘No more need for these, you slut!’ I grunted, and with a single powerful jerk I yanked her panties down her legs almost to her ankles, as she gave a high-pitched squeal of mingled shock and excitement. Carla lifted each foot, and I swiftly removed her panties the rest of the way and cast them aside. Immediately, the sexy young lesbian spread her thighs apart, and from my kneeling position I speared a hand straight back upwards under her skirt, and sank two long fingers deep into her pussy-hole, right up to their knuckles, and then I began to pump them slowly in and out.

‘Aah! Aaahh! Yes! Yes – fuck me! Oh, yes, do – fuck me, fuck me!’ gasped the sexy young bowler, her pelvis gyrating in syncopation with my thrusts, as she pushed back against me in order to maximise their power and penetrative depth – in fact, the little hottie was more or less humping herself on my fingers. Well, I had no intention of letting her waste an orgasm so easily, and I withdrew my sticky pussy-juiced digits. It was the work of only a few seconds to pull her polo-shirt over her head, and then to remove her sports bra as well, leaving her naked apart from the cricket skirt and her socks and shoes. Next, I used both my hands to maul roughly at her breasts – which were just as I had expected, a perky and pointy pair, not that large in themselves but with surprisingly prominent aureole’s and nipples, which made them look bigger than they were. Carla shuddered and writhed under my onslaught, but there was no doubt of her arousal and lust, as almost instinctively she groped for my mounds again – understandably, they seemed to draw her like a magnet – and for a happy moment we were both engaged in the wonderful pleasures of boob-massage and titty-tweaking.

However, I had plenty of other activities in mind as well, and so I took hold of both of Carla’s upper arms and manoeuvred her away from the side of the room and towards one of the two long changing benches that ran down its middle. She understood at once what I had in mind (oh yes, I thought, this chick has been fucked in locker-rooms many a time before this, that’s for sure), and she lay down along the bench on her back, with the lower half of her legs dangling over the edge on each side. Gazing hungrily up at me, she pulled the pleated white skirt up to her waist, baring her pelvis and exposing her pussy, and then spread her thighs invitingly open.

For a second, I looked down at her cunt, admiring the swell of her mound, the puffy projections of her outer labia, the slight gap of slick pink flesh visible between their lips, and the surrounding small patch of closely trimmed jet-black pubic hair. Relishing my appraisal of her body, the young lesbian slut squirmed slightly as she lay on her back, and lifted her hips a few inches off the wooden bench in mute offering and supplication. Shit, but did this pretty tousled-headed teen look fuckable!

Gazing down at her from my dominant position, I slowly drew down the zip fastening at the side of my scarlet leather mini-skirt, and then with a flourish I let the garment fall to the floor, and with a single graceful motion I stepped out of it and kicked it aside. Then I swung one long leg over Carla’s supine form and planted my foot on the other side of the bench, straddling across her chest. The teenager licked her lips in anticipation as I took hold of the crotch of my skimpy burgundy-red thong panties and jerked it aside, exposing my smooth-shaven pussy.

‘Do you want it?’ I hissed; ‘do you want it, bitch, yeah? Do ya, huh?’

I must have looked an impressive sight, even if she was well used to being fucked by older sporty dykes. My height was accentuated by my shiny black leather boots and the sheer black hold-up stockings that rose above them, whilst her perspective encased a stunning view of my gaping vagina and then the undersides of my huge breasts, as I gazed down at her between them. Carla whimpered with desire, and one of her hands reached for her own pussy and rubbed at it for a second, until I firmly knocked it aside – her cunt was mine now, all mine to be made use of.

‘Oh, OH!’ she gasped, almost breathless; ‘oooh, yes! Please, yes, yes – oh! PLEASE, YES, YES – YES!!!

‘Eat me!’ I snapped, and without further delay I dropped my pussy smack down onto her face, even as her mouth opened and her tongue quested eagerly outwards. Within a second, I felt it squirming into my vaginal slit, sliding up and down, and then delving inwards – oh, yes, this pretty babe had definitely been tutored in the art of cunnilingus, even if at the moment her lust-fuelled desire was making her application more vigorous than subtle. Carla’s slurping at my cunt was a real turn-on, and I reached behind to steady myself. In the process, I found her pussy with my right hand, and began at once to tease and rub at her clitoris. Carla jerked convulsively when I first touched her nub, and then she settled back into devouring my pussy, but with greater vigour and harder, more penetrative thrusts of her tongue. Surprisingly quickly, she took me to orgasm – and in my moment of climax, my pelvis jerked upwards from her face, and I baptised her with a spray of pussy-juice that ejaculated from my hole.

‘Fuckit, bitch, you ain’t bad – you ain’t half bad at all’, I gasped in slightly grudging admiration.

Swinging my leg back across her for a moment, I took the opportunity to strip away my sodden panties, so that I was now naked apart from my boots and hold-ups. Then I spun around 180 degrees and straddled her again, but this time – to her delighted squeal of anticipation – in the classic 69 position. My mouth descended like a swooping vulture onto her cunt, just a second after I had lowered my still dribbling pussy onto Carla’s face, with the order to ‘Do it again, you slut!’

And she did – this time, reaching up with her hands to grasp my hips and hold me in place over her mouth, as she lapped and licked and probed and sucked as if there was no tomorrow. One part of my mind was relishing her sapphic eagerness, whilst the majority of my concentration was on her girlish pussy. I used my fingers to tease her labia more widely apart, and then delved inwards with the longest fingers of both hands, alternating between one pumping in to her as the other pulled out. Then, with careful gentleness – not because I felt gentle, far from it, but because in this instance it is ten times more effective than rough or forceful treatment – I slid my tongue into her vaginal furrow, and began to plough it. At the same time, I pushed the thumb of my right hand into the top of her slit and found the nub of her clitoris, which I then rubbed across from side to side, in contrast with the up and down motions of my tongue.

The combination had an effect like plugging Carla into the mains. She convulsed underneath me, her legs jerked spasmodically on either side of the locker-room bench, and the palms of her hands slapped and pounded on my back. I felt an extra hardness in her titties, where my lower stomach was resting on them, and my mouth was sprayed with squiring pussy-juice as she orgasmed – but through all of this, although she moaned and gasped in her own passion, her mouth never left my cunt and its task of devouring my sex. So erotic was the scene that it took only a few more seconds of cunnilingus from Carla to set me off as well, as her oral efforts also earned her a mouthful of cunt-come.

I lay there on top of her for a moment, both of us gasping for air like fish freshly landed on the deck. Then, suddenly, I knew what to do – there was one final thing to do, to make my sexual conquest of Carla complete – and it was something very fitting, and something that I suspected she might not have experienced before. I urged her to her feet, and then told her to stand with her back leaning against the lockers and her legs well apart. She did not question this at all (confirming yet again my deduction that lesbian sex in a locker room was as natural to her as a duck taking to water), although her eyes did widen slightly when I picked up my cricket bat before approaching her. Leaving it within reach, I first tasted her pussy and nibbled along her jutting labia, which had a satisfyingly wetting effect. Then I probed into her pussy again with my fingers, and her breathing quickened from the stimulation.

Now was the moment, for she was as wet and loose as she was going to get. Using the fingers of my left hand to keep her hole fully open for as long as possible, I lifted my cricket bat with my right hand, positioned the thick circular rod of its handle underneath her cunt, and then pushed it upwards, forcing it slowly but inexorably into her vagina. Carla whimpered and gasped as its ribbing ground against her sensitive pink inner flesh, whilst its solid wooden weight filled her up and stretched her wider than she had ever thought physically possible. The symbolic eroticism for her as a bowler of being fucked by my bat was intensely powerful, and she shook and juddered as the thick rubber-gripped wooden pole sank into her … three inches, four inches … ‘oh! Christ’, she moaned … five inches, six inches … ‘aaaahhh! fuck me, FUCK ME! AAAHH!!’ she almost screamed, and still I worked it further into her, rotating it slightly in her sopping lubricated hole, as sweet pussy juice dripped from the base of her cunt and dribbled down her inner thighs … seven inches, eight inches … her eyes bugged out, she reached out shakily for my shoulders and hung onto me as if I was her lifebelt, as her lips parted but no coherent words emerged, just deep grunting gasps between broken syllables. Amazingly, she began to slide herself up and down the cricket bat’s handle – only for a short distance at first, maybe only two or three inches, but it is always getting started that is the difficult part – and she was clearly getting off on it.

Carla’s head went back and she gazed vacantly at the ceiling, saliva trickling from the corner of her lips as I shafted the cricket bat in and out of her vagina, beginning to develop some pace and rhythm in my insertions. I’ll give the chick full credit – even whilst I was giving her this mind-blowing ramrod of a fuck, she still had enough presence of mind – or, even better, enough red hot lesbian lust – to reach for my heavy breasts and grope them, which of course only stimulated me more, and I drilled the cricket bat’s handle into her even deeper – she had already taken eight inches, and I worked another one into her hole just as her hips bucked and thrust, and she exploded in a vivid bursting climax. She looked at me with wordless fixed intensity, sweat glistening on her face and shoulders in the fluorescent locker-room lights, and I rewarded her by sliding the cricket bat’s handle nearly all of the way out of her pussy – before delivering my favourite coup de grace, and slamming it back in like a massive wooden phallus (they don’t call male porn stars names like ‘wood’ and ‘woody’ for nothing!). The demon bowler gave a satisfying throaty scream, and her whole frame vibrated as she was overwhelmed by a second volcanic orgasm, hard on the heels of the first. The combined effects were so powerful and profound that Carla actually blacked out.

It was only for a few seconds, and I withdrew the fucking-bat and eased her over to the bench, and laid her out along it on her back. Her eyelids were already starting to flutter when I revived her in my favourite way – with a quick sharp pinch of one of her nipples. She lay there inertly, gazing up at me with the open-mouthed and blank-faced expression that says louder than words: ‘I’ve just been truly, utterly, mind-blowingly fucked’.

I picked up my discarded panties, but decided they were too damp and sticky to put back on. After a quick rub around my crotch and breasts, I put back on my skirt, bra and sweater, in that order. Carla still had not said anything, but her eyes had been glued to my every movement, and I thought I heard a soft sigh of regret when I scooped my breasts back into the bra cups and then fastened the clasp behind my back. I would like to have stayed longer, but two things prevented me – first, the likelihood that quite soon the pavilion caretaker would come along wanting us to clear out so that it could be locked up, and that I really needed to get started soon on my drive north to my parents’ house.

However, I couldn’t resist one last treat – although I was now otherwise fully dressed, I was panty-less, and the warm air around my legs was making my pussy tingle with excitement. I walked over to Carla and once again straddled her prone body – but this time I lowered my cunt onto her chest, directly placing my slit on top of the stiff erect nipple of her left-hand breast. I briefly ground down against this, feeling her pointy firm mound under my vulva, and her tit slipping between my vaginal lips. Carla moaned and arched her back, and slipped her own hand between her legs, frotting her fingers up and down against her clitoris. This time, I did not smack her hand away, but let her masturbate herself while I helped myself to a nice little titty-fuck. Sure enough, I climaxed quite quickly – and as soon as I came, I shifted forwards and dropped my pussy onto her mouth once more, and rapped out an instruction to ‘lick me clean, cunt!’ Carla did so at once, although I could tell that she was half-exhausted from the number of times that I had made her come, most especially with the symbolic bat-fuck. Then, and not without much regret, I had to go on my way. As I exited the locker-room door, I turned to admire her lithe teenage body once more, as she lay sprawled on the bench, naked and well-fucked, and I walked out of that pavilion with a very satisfied smile on my face.

Our two teams had another match scheduled a month later: the return fixture, at our home ground. I had not seen Carla in the interval, and when I strode out to bat on this occasion I did so with breezy assertive confidence. I took my stance in front of my wicket, rolling my shoulders to loosen them, and of course swinging my breasts around in the process – very eye-catchingly, as I had deliberately put on a really tight short-sleeve cotton top. Carla was standing at the other wicket, and her eyes were glued to my every movement, with a sheen of sweat on her face. I looked her boldly in the face, and then slowly rubbed my hands up and down the handle of my bat. To anyone else, it would have seemed as if I was just settling into my batting stance – but Carla flushed at once, for she knew what my action signified: that after the match, I would take her and once again fuck her into mindless exhaustion. She went a little pale in the face and swallowed, nibbling nervously at her lower lip, but there was no mistaking the eager glint in her eye. Whatever the reason, on that afternoon there was a slight loose wobble in her thighs as she sprinted down her run-up to bowl and a slight sweaty moisture in the hand that held the ball. It was enough to degrade her speed and accuracy by a vital fraction, and I exploited it without mercy – just as I intended to do to her later, and she knew it. To the horror of her team, I swatted Carla’s deliveries around the field and even over the pavilion roof, racing to my fastest century ever. This clinched the match, which we won comfortably, my own score having reached 136 when I got over-confident and finally sliced one of Carla’s better balls into the waiting hands of one of their fielders.

After the match, we waited until the others had once again gone their various ways. Then I had Carla, first in the showers, then across the wooden bench in our changing-room (where many a babe has grunted and squealed under my tongue or my dildo), and then up against the lockers as once again I forced the thick handle of my cricket bat into her vagina, as she mewled and bucked frantically against it. Even in those intervening weeks, she must have had quite a few lesbian trysts, because she was wider and looser, and I got it into her for a good eight inches before I started pumping her pussy into submission. She came volcanically, her juice squirting down the ridged rubber handle-grip, and whilst she was still dazed from that I thrust her face down across the wooden bench, kicked her ankles apart, and drilled my strap-on into her ass-hole. She shrieked so much at that, I had to wrap her bra around her face as a gag, pulling her head up and back like the reins of a horse.

At last she collapsed, and I took the opportunity to get out the cuffs and bondage rope that I had deliberately brought with me for the occasion – cuffing her ankles together and then tying her wrists to them, so that she was fixed in a kneeling position with her legs apart. I sat on the bench with my thighs spread and put her in place between them, and ordered her to worship my tits – which she did with great delight, whilst I drove my fingers roughly in and out of her pussy, and thumb-rubbed her clitoris to distraction. After she orgasmed convulsively again, twice in quick rippling succession, I leaned back and instructed her to eat me out, which she did very effectively.

I patted her on the check, released her from her bondage, and took her back to my flat, where for the next few hours I fucked her hard and often, sometimes in bondage and sometimes not, and she repaid me with passionate attention to my breasts and avid sucking and lapping at my cunt. Eventually, I had to drive her to the railway station to get the last train back to her home town – the little slut could barely walk, her pussy had been shafted so hard and often! I was not surprised when she pulled out of her team’s next two matches – officially giving the reason as ‘groin strain’, which made me laugh. In her absence, her team suffered two successive defeats, which was not unhelpful for my team’s chances of wining the League – but I certainly had not done it for that reason, but for the much better one of pure red-hot lesbian lust.

In the end, my team did win the championship that year, and after we lifted the trophy in the decisive match against our other main rivals, a team from Lancashire in the north of England, I noticed Carla on the fringes of the happy, clapping crowd. I beckoned her over – she looked really sweet and delectably girly, wearing something very like a schoolgirl outfit – white knitted knee-highs, a short grey pleated skirt, a plain white shirt and a red blazer-style jacket. She looked at me shyly, and then asked almost in whisper if I would take her home with me.

Well, that was certainly too tempting an offer to be refused. Still, I looked at her questioningly, and then in an even quieter voice, she told me that ever since, as a schoolgirl, she had seen the pictures of me in my lingerie, she had desired me and now, after our two marathon fuckathons, she had fallen in love with me. Then she looked at me, in a very adult way, and said quietly:

‘I know you’re not in love with me, maybe you don’t even fancy me as much as you do lots of other women … and I know you like to fuck around a lot, I mean I’ve heard the rumours … but I don’t care, I can’t hide it any more … I’ll just be your fuck-puppet, any time you want to use me … but, please, do so tonight, please … take me tonight …’

I looked at her in amazement, for I had had no idea that her feelings ran so deep. As I stood there, I turned things over in my mind … she was hot stuff, no doubt about it, and as willing a sapphic slut as you would ever find. And she knew how to dress to attract a girl, just as she had that day, quite tantalising in her ‘innocent schoolgirl’ look, when I knew in reality what a voracious sexual appetite lay underneath. And she was intelligent, lively, good company out of bed … and, most of all, she shared my passion for cricket and was at a similar high level of ability too … hmmm.

Well, a girl’s gotta settle down some time, and the trick is to recognise that moment when it comes. And, I thought, perhaps it just had – yes, perhaps indeed it had.

No one was standing near us or looking our way, so I took the peachy teen by the hand around to the deserted back of the pavilion, and pressed her up against the peeling white clapboard wall. I pushed my hand up under her skirt, tugged aside the gusset of her already-sodden panties, and deftly slid my index finger for its full length into her gaping wet hole. As I slowly eased it in and out, thrusting her towards a quick climax, I kissed her throat and then said softly into her ear:

‘I think I could get sweet on you, honey, I really think I could … yeah, maybe make you my girlfriend … my one and only …’

Carla’s back arched and she cried out in ecstasy, and to this day I believe that it was the effect of my words in her ear and not my finger up her cunt.

Where is she? Where is she now, you are asking? Well, that summer was two years ago, and Carla is where she’s been ever since, in my bed with her clothes off and her legs wide apart, eager as a bunny to fuck and fuck and fuck with me. She transferred her university application to the midlands city where I live and work, which has a top-class university, and told her parents that she had an offer of lodging in the spare room of a top woman cricketer for much less rent than a place in the university halls of residence would cost. Her folks accepted that as quite natural, knowing her commitment to the sport, and they don’t seem to suspect that whilst Carla does all her studying in ‘her room’, she never sleeps there but always in my king-size double-bed. She doesn’t actually pay me rent for her room; instead, we put that money aside each month in a savings fund, some of which we use for sports equipment and some for treats and holidays.

Naturally, Carla joined the same team as me, and I have to say that the combination of my batting skills and her demonic fast bowling has made us more or less unbeatable, and thanks to that we are about to win the national women’s league yet again this year, for an unprecedented third time in a row, and with a big lead of points over the runners-up. Both Carla and I are at the top of our form, with the extra lift and pleasure of playing together on the cricket pitch on the weekend and playing together every night of the week in bed – oh yeah, we give each other a real work-out! In fact, tonight we celebrated with a bottle of champagne and best-quality fillet steaks, as we have both just got the call to play for the England women’s cricket team this coming winter in a test-match tour to India, Australia and New Zealand.

And finally – and amazingly – I am now Miss Monogamous: I don’t fuck any other women, even when they try to seduce me or almost shove their wet cunts in my face. Yes, that’s right, I did get all sweet on the hot little slut; yes, I fell in love too – if the pun doesn’t make you groan, you can say that, in the end, she bowled me over.

If you enjoyed this, check out my other all-girl lesbian stories … you might like them too … (to find them, follow the author link at the top of this story)

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This story is fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or places is purely coincidental.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2009

A hot blonde in an open-top sports car, her hair whipping behind her as she speeds along a quiet country road on a golden summer evening – what more could a traffic cop ask for?

I was on my way home, around 8.00 p.m., having stayed late at the office working on my company’s annual accounts. The bright red Ferrari was a bit of an indulgence, but the business had been making good profits for nearly three years now, and I had plenty of cash in the bank. I had always wanted a car like this, and on this sweet warm evening I had the top down and my straight blonde hair was blowing free in the slipstream. I was impatient to get home after a long day, and I had only owned the sports car for a couple of months and was still not used to the way its powerful engine responded to the lightest pressures on the gas pedal; it was easy to let the speed creep up, and to be honest I was finding it exhilarating, enjoying having the little-used road all to myself – or so I thought. I flashed past a stand of trees where a narrow side lane branched off, and out of the corner of my eye saw a glint of something glass or metallic reflecting the setting sun. Seconds later, a highway patrol car appeared in my rear-view mirror, with the red-and-blue lights on top flashing and the siren howling.

‘Oh, shit! Double-shit!!’ I thought, my carefree mood vanishing into the dust behind me. We were on a straight section with a flat sandy verge, and I indicated, slowed down, turned onto it and stopped, killing the engine. In the sudden evening hush, the police cruiser pulled over about ten yards behind me, and switched off its siren and lights.

I sighed, because I knew how tempting I must look to the guy in the patrol car. I was 32 years old, but in very good shape – I’ve always been a sporty girl, and I still make time for a forty-minute workout each day when I get home, on top-quality exercise equipment. I have kept the figure – and most of the looks – that earned me a good living as a fashion model from the age of 18 to 25; not a ‘super-model’ famous to the public, but successful and in-demand in the industry, particularly in the east coast states and the mid-west. I am quite tall, at five feet ten inches, long-legged and slim-figured, but with a little more curve to my butt and bust than you might expect from first glance. My hair is natural blonde, and falls straight to just below my shoulders; normally I keep it tied in a pony tail or gathered at the nape of the neck. I have a slightly exotic face, with grey eyes and high cheekbones, both coming from the same Germanic ancestry that provided my blonde hair.

I also like to wear smart and sexy clothes at work – if you’ve got the shape, why hide it away? In any case, as I owned the company, there was no one to tell me different! My outfits were always professional, of course, but they tended to be figure-hugging and I particularly favoured short skirts that showed off my long shapely legs. What I was wearing on this day was fairly typical: a lovely one-piece lambswool dress, in the lightest of light greys. It was long-sleeved and becomingly modest in the top part, with a high ribbed roll-neck and a gathered circular neckline below that. Where it abruptly ceased to be modest was in its tight fit to my curves, the shape of the bra cups encasing my breasts being quite visible, and in the short drop of its woollen hem, which came less than halfway down my thighs – the tops of my black hold-ups tended to come into view when I was sitting down, as now. To set it off, around my waist was loosely slung a broad black belt with a silver buckle, and I had a large pair of stylish wrap-around sunshades, which I had been using in place of goggles. Only my shoes were not chic; they were a sensible plain black, flat-soled variety, chosen for comfort – and also because, as I am taller than most people already, I don’t need the extra lift of high-heels.

I drew my knees together and hurriedly tugged the hem of the woollen skirt downwards, hiding the lace-and-elastic tops of the hold-ups, and trying to look ladylike and demure. I didn’t want this guy to get any funny ideas – if he thought I would give him a blow-job or something to avoid getting a speeding ticket, he was in for a disappointment. I had not had a man’s penis in any of my holes since I was seventeen; for the last fifteen years I had been strictly a girl-lover only, and I had no intention of deviating from that now – I would far rather take the penalty and pay the fine!

All this flashed through my mind in a split second, as I was cursing my bad luck – on such a lonely road and tucked in amongst those trees, the cop car had surely been lying in wait for a victim, and I had fallen headlong into the speed trap. I heard the door of the police cruiser click open, and glanced idly in my wing mirror – and then stiffened in shock. Advancing towards the rear of my Ferrari was not a male police officer – but a woman! A quick second glance suggested that she was attractive and striking, tall and quite imposing in the severe uniform, with its dark blue knee-length skirt, light blue shirt and black utility belt holding various gadgets – including her pistol holster – around her waist. She was also wearing shades below her peaked uniform cap, so I could not see much of her face or work out her expression. Still, I thought with a sudden quickening of the pulse, who knows? … and in the last seconds before she arrived at my car door, I spread my legs wide, so that the wool skirt rode up my legs revealingly, and then left them casually open, and I arched my back to pull the thin material of the dress tighter against my breasts.

A figure loomed over me, silhouetted partly against the direction of the setting sun – she was a taller and more intimidating presence than I had realised. I looked up at her, and decided it was more polite if she could see my eyes, so I removed my sunglasses and said:

‘Good evening, Officer, how can I help you?’

Was there the hint of a smile about her lips? – I couldn’t be sure, it might just be my wishful imagination.

‘Good evening, Ma’am’, she responded, ‘are you aware of the speed at which you were travelling?’

There was no point in my being difficult about this – it would only make matters worse, whatever direction this encounter might take. I smiled rather sheepishly, but also as one woman taking another into her confidence.

‘I’d taken my eye off the speedometer, I’m afraid, Officer; I know I shouldn’t, and I expect I was going over the limit? I haven’t had this car for long, you see, and I’m still not used to it.’ I smiled winsomely again, but did not seem to be evoking a sympathetic response.

‘Well over, Ma’am, a good twenty above the limit’, she said rather curtly.

‘Oh, dear!’ I said, rather lamely, ‘I am sorry – how careless of me!’

Although with her shades it was hard to tell, it seemed to me that she was looking down at me rather intently. As I made that last, rather feeble, remark, I let my thighs fall a little further apart, the ribbed bottom hem of my dress sliding upwards another couple of inches. I thought I detected a slight tautness in her posture as I did so, and if she were to …

Ah! I thought so, yes!! – game on, perhaps! For the police officer had shifted her stance slightly, moving just a couple of inches towards the front of my car, and turning at just such an angle … yes, from there she would definitely be well-placed to see the crotch of my panties, which were a neat little thong in black with lace trim. Neatly done, oh! neatly done, I thought in admiration of the casual – indeed, imperceptible – way in which she had carried it off: if I hadn’t been looking out for exactly that move, I probably would have missed it.

‘Licence and registration, please’, she asked, her voice perhaps a little less cool. This gave me another opportunity to give her an eyeful, for these were in the glove compartment in front of the empty passenger seat. To reach into this and retrieve them, I had to sprawl almost across the width of the car, deliberately sticking my ass up in her direction more than was really necessary, and pretending not to realise that my skirt had rolled up nearly to my hips so that my panties were now very visible.

‘I really am sorry, Officer,’ I said, as sat back in my seat and proffered the documents to her, ‘I’m normally a very careful driver. If there’s anything I can do …’ I let that hang in the air.

She regarded me quizzically: ‘What are you meaning, Ma’am?’

‘Oh, nothing’, I said unconvincingly, ‘I wouldn’t wish to suggest anything you would consider inappropriate.’

She gave a little snort, as if to say ‘clever answer, you avoided that trap neatly’. Then, after a cursory glance at my licence, she surprised me by remarking:

‘I know who you are – you own that little factory on McKinley Street, don’t you?’

I acknowledged that with a nod, and introduced myself properly: ‘Yes, Trudi Durhiem, that’s me.’

I wondered how she knew that: the only sign outside simply said ‘TD Plastics’, and we were a small and deliberately low-key affair. I had founded the business six years before, investing the money that I had earned whilst modelling; I designed our products and managed everything, and I employed five people – two on the production side, and three to process the orders, pack and mail them out. My question must have been obvious from my face, for she responded as if I had asked it aloud, giving a slight laugh and patting the side of my red Ferrari.

‘I’ve seen this little beauty outside there – it’s kinda noticeable – and I was curious about who drove it.’

Her next move was to say that she had to check my alcohol level, and she produced a small inhaler which I breathed into. However, after a moment she looked a little cross, shook the inhaler and then put it aside.

‘Something’s not right with that,’ she said ‘we’ll have to do this the old-fashioned way.’ Then she took two steps backwards, put her right hand on her hip just by the gun holster (but this seemed like an ingrained routine, not because she thought there was any threat from me), and gestured for me to get out of the car.

I opened the long low door of the expensive sports car, and uncoiled myself from the driver’s seat; to step out, I had to spread my legs even wider in her direction, and I made sure of doing so slowly, pausing to stretch slightly as if my back was a bit stiff from the driving. I was more and more sure that she was taking in the views offered, and with interest – that time, she must have had a full view of my panties, and seen how skimpy they were.

She instructed me to do the ‘walk in a straight line’ and the ‘stand on one leg’ balance and co-ordination tests, the latter of which made my skirt – which, after I had got out of the car, I had demurely pulled down to its normal position (although that was still pretty revealing!) – ride well up on one side, for a moment definitely showing the full front crotch of my thong, which I also suspected might have a noticeable damp patch by now. This authoritative woman, in her very sexy and commanding uniform, and with what looked like nice tits and a shapely ass under it, was really starting to arouse me.

The police officer admitted that there was no sign of alcohol, but said she must also do a routine body search to see if I was carrying any drugs. I forbore to point out that my dress was so tight and clinging that nothing could possibly be hidden, for I was now quite sure that she was departing from the normal script and intended to exploit my situation for sexual purposes – at least, I was fervently hoping so!

The next thing was that she ordered me to stand against her patrol car, with my hands flat on its roof and my legs two feet apart. She made me do this on the side of the cruiser which was away from the road, so that a passing vehicle (of which there had been only been one in all this time) would see nothing strange going on. She told me not to worry, saying that it was just a routine precaution, but it seemed anything but standard procedure as her hands slowly roamed all over my body, lingering around my butt and for still longer on my breasts. I felt every stimulating second of her touch through my thin dress, her firm hands hefting my breasts in their bra cups, squeezing them firmly and feeling the jutting hardness of my nipples. As her hands descended from their exploration of my bust, sliding down my flanks and the outside of my legs, going down to my ankles, she commented in a conversational voice:

‘I know what your company makes …’

I was so lost in the enjoyment of her concept of a ‘search’ – it seemed much more like caressing foreplay – that the significance of that remark did not immediately register.

‘Oh?’ I said, in a weak and slightly trembling voice.

Now her hands were coming back up the insides of my legs, past my knees to my inner thighs, slipping under my skirt, pushing it up to bunch around my hips, and then one of her hands was at the base of my panties, pressing them into my pussy cleft, and cupping my Venus mound in a firm grasp, forcing a soft low moan from my throat. With perfect timing, just as her hand touched the thin, damp gusset of fabric that was covering my pudenda, she leant forward and whispered in my ear:

‘… my favourite is the ten inch spiral-V three-way.’

I gasped and shuddered, partly in relief and partly from the biggest turn-on that I had ever known. For now I was certain that I was in the hands – in the power – of an experienced lesbian, who intended to make me her personal fuck-puppet. The reason was that my company makes sex toys for women, and in particular a range of strap-on dildos for the lesbian market. The ten-inch was the largest and top of our range, needing a clever three-way arrangement of straps to hold it firmly in place (I had designed this myself when I first started the business, being fed up with loose or uncomfortable strap-ons when I was giving another fashion model a good hard fucking – a lot of models are bisexual or lesbian, and between all that nakedness in the dressing rooms and often having a lot of boring waiting time on our hands, well – what’s a girl to do to keep busy and warm?). It was a niche market, in which my company was now well-established – and it was a very nice niche to be in, if you see what I mean. I particularly enjoyed the ‘market research’ and ‘product testing’ aspects of the job – and the fact that they were tax deductible business expenses was a delightful bonus!

‘Oooah … ohmigod … yes?’ I gasped, as her probing became firmer, completely unmistakeable and powerfully possessive – she slid a finger inside the gusset of my panties, probing my puffy and aroused labia, feeling how wet and open I already was for her. She leant forwards and gave me a kiss on the back of the neck, so firm that it felt more like a bite. I gasped again, arching my back, and feeling the weight of her breasts – and the hardness of her nipples – through her crisp cotton uniform blouse.

‘I want you’, she said ‘I’ve been waiting for this opportunity – thought you were never gonna leave tonight, you got a gal all hot and horny with waiting.’ She explained that she had noticed the company name and address from the receipt enclosed with her last purchase (we only advertise in the lesbian press and have a discrete website), realised that it was manufactured in her own home town, and on checking it out had seen me stride out to my snazzy car, showing all my legs. There and then she had determined to have me, and hence this little set-up on my quiet route home.

‘Now,’ she said, ‘I’m gonna do what I’ve always wanted to do, pretty Miss Managing-Director – we’re going back to your office, and I’m gonna fuck the boss bitch on her desk!’

I nearly orgasmed just at the prospect – oh, yes, please, please do! I collapsed limply against the side of her police cruiser, and mumbled my broken assent, with words like: ‘yes, yes! oh! have me, do me there – fuck me! fuck me any way you want, please, take me!’ I am generally the dominant one when making love, partly because I’m a bit of a control freak, but for the right woman, I could be a submissive harem slave – and this was assuredly the right woman!

‘Won’t you get called away?’ I asked weakly, afraid that this might thwart the delightful and unexpected prospect ahead.

‘Oh, no, dontcha worry about that, sexy-legs!’, she answered with a laugh, and explained that her shift had ended at six o’clock, since when she had been waiting in her chosen ambush spot; she had ‘borrowed’ the police cruiser for the evening on a nod-and-a-wink basis with her watch commander (who was female, lesbian and her occasional lover; she later introduced us, but as I was nearly naked, gagged and tied spread-eagled across the bed at the time, there was not much conversation – which suited both of just fine, and the handsome older woman’s mouth, fingers and strap-on did all the talking either of us needed!).

I climbed back into my Ferrari, and took a minute to compose my thoughts and settle my racing heart before starting the engine – the last thing I wanted to do was crash the car. I drove sedately back to town, the police cruiser following about thirty yards behind – not too obviously with me, and of course with lights and siren switched off. The evening twilight was just turning to darkness as I pulled up in the forecourt parking lot, in front of the small building that housed both our factory and offices. It was deserted, the last of my staff having left at least an hour before I had done so. Feeling slightly shaky in the legs, and wetter where they joined than I could remember in a long time, I let us in, switching the lights on and the alarm system off. I led the way up the one flight of stairs to the office level, very aware of her eyes on my ass as I climbed – and deliberately putting some extra enticing wiggle into the sway of my hips.

We went through the outer office area, where my assistants took phone calls and internet orders, and did the packaging, and into my large and well-appointed personal office. This was where I did the design work, and so at one end there was a drawing table and a workbench; at the other, for all the administrative affairs, was my pride and joy – a large mahogany desk in a traditional design, with an inlaid tooled green leather top. It was not quite an antique, having been made in the 1930s, but it was a wonderful piece of craftsmanship. It had cost quite a lot of dollars, as had the almost matching leather high-backed chair behind it and the long studded red leather couch that was against the wall, but they were all worth every cent. The uniformed officer drew a surprised breath when she saw this elegant luxury, and she ran an admiring finger along the bevelled edge of the desk-top.

‘When I said I’d fuck you on your desk, I imagined some cheap pine chipboard or one of those tacky “modernist” glass-and-steel things – but I should have remembered the Ferrari, and expected something much more stylish.’ She turned towards me, and put her finger under my chin. ‘You’re quite a classy lady, aren’t you, Trudi Durhiem?’ she said softly.

I gulped, looking back into the consuming heat of her gaze. ‘I try to be’, I stuttered, with amazing lack of originality. But it made her smile, and then her look turned to one of hunger.

‘Well, classy bitch, you’re mine – all mine!’

‘Oh, yes!’ I sighed, melting like a chocolate in the midsummer sun, ‘Oh! I’m all yours – anything – use me any way you want, please, yes!’

She pushed me roughly back against the desk, the backs of my thighs pressing almost painfully against it. Taking my shoulders in a hard grip, for a moment she kissed me – but it was a kiss of conquest, of dominance, the sexual equivalent of planting her flag in my soil – her tongue pushed aggressively into my mouth like the vanguard of a triumphant army, sweeping around, then seizing my tongue, sucking it into her mouth where she pulled on it and nibbled it with her teeth. Then her mouth descended my neck to the base of my throat, and in response my head went back, my eyes closed and I put my arms out behind me to brace myself on the desk – a move which of course thrust my breasts upwards and outwards towards my new monarch. Her hands fell from my shoulders at once to seize these proffered prizes of war, forcefully squeezing them, finding the rigid nipples and tugging on them through my thin wool dress and bra. She paused for a second, drawing a deep steadying breath.

‘God! – you are so fucking fuckable!’ she declared with a note of wonder, ‘and I’m gonna have you right here, right now – I’m gonna fuck you right out of your mind, babe!

I didn’t think I could have got any more turned on, or my pussy any looser and wetter, than I already was – but I was wrong, and her dominant foreplay and these words took me to a whole new level of hyper-sensitivity, as if every nerve-end, every square millimetre of my skin, was electrified and telegraphing back its signals to my overloaded pleasure centres. I mumbled things, incoherent things, but all of them telegraphing that I was totally, completely, utterly hers.

Her hand felt up under my short wool dress once again, and she pushed two fingers past my panties and into me, vigorously probing my pussy for a few seconds. However, sensing from my gasps and shudders that she was near to bringing me off, she suddenly stopped. Turning me round, she pushed me forwards and down onto the desk, my stomach and breasts flattened on the green leather top, my ass jutting out invitingly over the edge. There was a momentary pause as she went over to the grip which she had taken out of the police cruiser’s trunk and brought in with her – of course, she had prepared all this in advance! I felt my arms being taken behind my back, and then gave a miniscule yelp – more of surprise at the touch of cold metal, than any actual objection – as she slipped a pair of handcuffs around my wrists and snapped them closed. Even so, she gave me a sharp slap on my bottom, and warned me in a throaty voice:

‘You’ll take whatever I decide to give you, bitch – and like it!’

I nodded meekly, and in truth I was very sure that I would like whatever she did to me – I was so turned on, I would have been up for anything, including things I would never normally have contemplated.

‘Oh, yes, I will – I will, Officer … ?’ I trailed off, as I realised she had never given me a name; I didn’t really mind about that if she delivered on her promised agenda, but still it was nice to be able to put a name to someone whom you had fucked with. She seemed to realise the same, as she responded in a slightly gentler voice:

‘Sterling … but you can call me Janice.’

Officer Sterling was an imposing woman, perhaps an inch or so taller than me – she was lean and fit, but her broader frame made her seem much bigger and stronger. Seeing her close up and without the sunshades, which she had left in the patrol car, I estimated her age to be mid or late 20s; she still had youthful vigour and freshness, but it was combined with the confidence and assurance of someone with maturity and experience. Her hair was dark brown, at the moment pinned up under her uniform cap, which she was still wearing. The commanding presence of this dominant woman, her sexual power amplified by the authoritative uniform she was wearing, was transfixing as far as I was concerned – as was her control of the situation; if anything, I longed for her to be more forceful, more aggressive.

I was still in my position of being sprawled face down across my own desk. Janice only had to push the hem of my light grey wool dress a few inches further upwards for it bunch around my waist, and then in one sudden volcanic motion she gripped my black thong and ripped it down my legs to my ankles, and then from there off and away. She took each leg and shifted them wide apart, and then once more she ran her hands tantalisingly up them to my cunt, rewarding its gaping wetness with a quick squeeze and grope. I shivered in my awareness of the nakedness and openness of my pussy, its vulnerable accessibility all the more emphasised by the chaste contrast with the dress covering my upper body.

Now something hard was pushed into my pussy, but it was not a strap-on – and immediately I heard the soft buzz and felt the rhythmic pulses of a vibrator. Janice came into view at the front of the desk, and kissed the back of my neck.

‘That’s just to keep you warmed up, you slut, whilst I get ready’, she told me, smiling in anticipation.

She then slowly undid her uniform blouse – not with the tawdry motions of the conventional strip-tease, but with a simple, direct elegance that was far more erotic. As she discarded it, there were revealed a pair of full, firm, globular breasts, encased and uplifted in an underwired balcony bra in burgundy red, patterned with lace motifs. The police officer then removed her hat and unpinned her hair, shaking it loose to fall around her shoulders. She unbuckled the utility belt with its holstered pistol, and then next to go was her navy blue skirt, which she unbuttoned at the side of her waist, slid the five-inch zip downwards and then let gravity do the rest of the work of taking it to the floor. She was still wearing a pair of shiny black boots – I was not sure if they were part of her regular uniform, or something that she had added just for tonight – from which her solid legs rose in smart stockings, held up by the clips of an old-fashioned suspender belt. Her lingerie was tastefully matching, all in the dark red color that set off her black stockings and her long dark hair. Her panties, like mine, were a thong type – although hers were even sketchier, small triangles of gauzy fabric at the front and back connected by narrow tie-strings.

I was lost in admiration, luxuriating in submission, and my pussy was leaking juices down my inner thighs. Janice came to stand at the other side of the desk, where my head lay, although with my hands cuffed behind my back there was nothing I could do to raise it. She solved that problem, pulling the knots at the sides of her panties so that they fell away and then taking my head in her hands and thrusting her pelvis up against me, her pussy pushed against my mouth. She reached out with one hand, picking up a twelve-inch clear plastic ruler that I use, and leant forwards to slap it down on my bare buttocks four or five times. I jerked and yelped as each smack landed, but she had rammed the vibrator so firmly into my vagina that it stayed in place, its effects stimulating me even more.

‘Lick me, you bitch! Eat me, you cunt!’ she demanded hoarsely as she punished my upturned ass, and eagerly I obeyed. My tongue sought out her labia, licking along them, questing into the inner cleft in search of her vaginal entry. Finding – unsurprisingly – that this was juicy and loose, I curled my tongue to give it greater rigidity, and plunged it inwards like a spear. I was rewarded with a grunt of mingled surprise and pleasure, followed by more that were definitely of enjoyment. I pressed on – or, rather, in and out, and thought I might be getting her to the brink of orgasm, but she stopped me well before that point was reached. Janice pulled away, but I could smell her arousal and taste her cunt-juices on my tongue, and her legs and stomach were coated with a fine sheen of sweat that was not explained by the cool evening air in the office.

Now Janice brought her bag into view, and from this she produced her favourite bitch-fucking weapon: the ten-inch strap-on which she had mentioned earlier. Although it was my own design – and there was something unbelievably erotic and appropriate about being taken on my own desk with my own invention – I was a bit nervous. The ten-inch was the largest we made for a good reason, and many women found even this more than they could comfortably accommodate; I had never had it used on me before, and was worried that I might not be able to take it all in, at least not without more pain than pleasure. Janice’s had a reassuringly used and slightly worn appearance – at least she had not acquired it just for tonight, and so presumably was confident in wielding such a long sword.

As well as the secure straps, I had designed it with two other special features. Firstly, it was deeply ribbed and (an innovation that I was proud of) these ridges formed a spiral which ran all the way down its length, in a corkscrew effect – getting penetrated with this monster truly was to be screwed into the ground. Secondly, it was actually a double-dildo, hence the ‘V’ in its name. As well as the ten-inch rod that stuck out at the front for fucking the other woman (the forwards-sloping part of the V-shape), there was an internal dildo (the backwards-sloping arm of the V) which penetrated the wearer to a depth of seven inches. My final touch had been to make this a battery-powered vibrator which could be turned on by a small switch near its base before being inserted into the vagina of the wearer, adding further to the self-fucking stimulus which she received whilst shafting her lover.

The officer stepped into the harness and pulled it up her legs, and I saw her press the switch on the internal vibrator and then firmly push this into her own hole, before adjusting my clever triple-straps so that the external phallus was sticking out in front exactly parallel to the ground. Then she bent forwards and kissed me on the cheek (one side of my head was resting on the desktop, with the other side upwards), declaring exultantly:

‘I always come through on my promises, classy lady – now I’m gonna do you, you’re gonna get it like you’ve never been fucked before!!’

I felt almost faint again, and took a shuddering breath – yes! oh, yes – let it be true!

She swung round behind me, rapped on my ankles to spread my legs wider apart, and removed the humming vibrator which had been sending waves of erotic desire radiating out from my pussy. Also one of my own company’s products, it had done its work well – leaving me dripping wet and gapingly open, ready for the real deep drilling of the monster spiral-V. I felt her hands take a firm grip at my sides, just above my hips, and then the next sensation was like being on the end of a hydraulic ram, as something huge was pushed into my vagina and pressed astonishingly far and deep. (In fact, she had taken the first stroke quite slowly and considerately – she told me later that she, too, had worried that I wasn’t big enough for it and, whilst she wanted me submissive, she never intended to hurt me.) It seemed to go on and on, in and in and in, simultaneously filling me up and stretching me wide, and I gave a groan from deep in my belly. At last, I felt the face-plate of the harness bump against my outer pussy lips – amazingly, I had taken the full ten-inch length on the first thrust.

The withdrawal was almost more arousing and astonishing in its effects than the entry stroke (this was partly the effect of the spiral ribbing), and my head was spinning as she re-entered me a second time, then a third, then … I lost count, as the tempo increased and her hips bucked backwards and forwards, imparting ever-greater impact to each inwards thrust. I could hear noises which I realised were my broken cries and sobs, but they were moans of overloaded pleasure, not of protest. Janice began to grunt as she rammed forwards, and I felt her hands leave my hips and go under my wool dress, pushing it upwards. It was tugged above my loose black belt, which remained in place, and up to my shoulder-blades, above the band of my bra. Her fingers unclipped this and then returned to my front, pushing the loosened cups away from my breasts and seizing the soft flesh, rolling my nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, pulling and pinching them.

My cries became louder and more inarticulate – their gist was for her to ram the dildo home, to shaft me deeper, to do me harder, to fuck me to pieces. Her breath was now snorting through her nostrils, and she delivered a series of stinging open-handed slaps to my butt cheeks, without pausing in the slightest in the pumping penetrative rhythm of the strap-on. I was unbearably close to coming – the ridged edges of my spiral dildo design were doing everything I had hoped that they would – but she was a maestro with it, just keeping my pot boiling but never letting it run over. At last, nearing her own climax, she took her right hand away from my breast and seized my hair, wrenching my head both upwards and backwards. My breasts rose off the desk to swing wildly in the air, as my back was forced into a curve; my stomach was still flat and now sweat-streaked against the leather desktop.

‘Now, you pussy-eating bitch ! Now, you cunt-fucking slut!!’ Janice was abandoning herself to the lust of dominance, almost yelling as she screwed the dildo into me for the last half-dozen furthest, deepest and roughest shafts. ‘Now – cum for me, bitch! Cum for me, you cunt, you fucking slut! CUM FOR ME – NOW!!!’

Who am I to disobey the strong arm of the law? I came and came, my pussy creaming cunt-juice like a fountain – I had never experienced anything so hot, so mind-blowing, so draining and intense. Janice abruptly released my hair, and my face flopped down on the desk top, blowing air like a stranded fish. She pushed a hand against my sweat-soaked ass, and pulled the ten-inch spiral slowly out of me. Then she walked round the desk to my head, pulled me up by my hair, and pushed the glisteningly wet plastic cock into my mouth, forcing me to lick it clean of my own cum. No one had ever done anything like that to me before, and it was a experience both shocking and amazing.

Officer Sterling had not finished with her captive yet – she had been very near to climax, but with the experience of administering many cunt-poundings, she had controlled herself despite the stimulus of the vibrating internal dildo. Now, she intended to use me as her personal sex-toy, for her ultimate pleasure. After letting me get some of my breath back, and giving me some sips of water from the bottle on a side table, she ordered me to get up from the desk – which was not that easy with my hands cuffed behind me, my legs feeling like jelly, and my stomach plastered to the desk in pools of sweat. However, I managed it, and tottered towards where she was standing. She had removed the ten-inch dildo after I had completed my licking chores and returned it to her bag, so her pussy was naked – all she had on were the boots, stockings, suspender belt and bra.

Janice motioned wordlessly for me to kneel before her, and in full submission I did so, humbly bending my head in acknowledgement of her complete sexual authority over me. She put a hand under my chin, raised my face to present it her cunt, and brusquely ordered me:

‘Lick it, you cum-bitch! Show me what you can do!’

I felt a renewal of energy from somewhere, and avidly followed her command, slurping loudly around her labia, insinuating my tongue under her clitoral hood, and sucking hard on the sweet nub itself. She gave some quiet moans, and then told me to stop, but remain where I was. She knelt behind me and unfastened the handcuffs from one wrist only, and then – with my arms free – she tugged my wool dress up from where it was rucked above my breasts, and removed it entirely. The already unclipped bra fell away, and she also undid my black leather belt – now I was entirely nude except for my hold-ups and shoes.

Before I gathered her intentions, I felt the handcuff snap closed again – but not about the other wrist. Instead, she had cuffed my left wrist to my right ankle, after which she produced another pair of handcuffs and shackled my right wrist to the left ankle. The cross-over effect gave me very little scope for movement, and rendered me defenceless against anything being done to my tits and pussy. I then gave a soft gasp of surprise; as she removed another of my own designs from her bag, I realised her intentions. This object was more unusual in its uses, and did not appeal to every lesbian, but it was still a steady seller. It consisted of a padded harness which strapped around the head and face, leaving holes for the eyes and room for the nostrils to breathe. The fastenings were completed by a chin strap, and when this was closed to the correct notch, it would bring the plastic dildo that was mounted on the front into a horizontal position, standing out eight inches forwards from the wearer’s mouth. It was here that I had introduced something a little special into the design – the strap-on cock was mostly filled with a thick plastic jelly, like other dildos, but this one had a small tube running through the middle. This pipe connected a chamber at the tip of the dildo with a small reservoir at the base which sat inside the wearer’s mouth – if squeezed upon firmly, this forced the liquid up the tube to fill out and stretch the top chamber, adding to its penetrative power at the critical place and moment.

I understood that I was to face-dildo her, something I had only done a handful of times before – mainly when ‘field testing’ this very design, about four years previously. It had aroused very submissive feelings in me then – and that had been without being hard-fucked first, and without being strapped into handcuff bondage. Janice gave me one look, and I smiled at her and nodded to show my assent – for some reason, that felt more natural than speaking, another sign of my submissive frame of mind.

Janice buckled the face-harness around my head, taking care to ensure that the straps were tight but not uncomfortable. Then she looked me straight in the eye, and began to suck on the red plastic dildo, coating it with her saliva. When it was lubricated, she pulled my desk chair around into the middle of the room and sat in it, her legs spread wide apart. On being beckoned imperiously, I shuffled forwards on my knees, bringing the face-fucker up to her moist furrow.

‘Fuck me, you pussy slut!’ she ordered, her eyes gleaming with desire, ‘give me what I want – and give it good!’

At once, I bent to the task, as she helpfully stretched her labia apart with her fingers. I slid the face-dick inside her, as she resumed rubbing and flicking against her own clit. Bending at the waist, I began a piston-like insertion and withdrawal of the dildo, and her hips rose to meet me, pushing forwards off the edge of the chair, her thighs spreading even wider apart. She began to grunt again, this time when my downwards shafts reached their furthest into her. After several minutes of this treatment, she began to get a slightly glazed look, and her hips began to judder and tremble. She jerked the cups of her bra downwards, exposing her jutting breasts, taking them in her hands and madly squeezing and pulling on them.

Suddenly, with a broken cry, she released her tits and instead grabbed handfuls of my hair in each hand, using it – rather painfully – as a handle with which to ram the strap-on in and out of her wetly slapping pussy, with deep and forceful plunges that were given even greater effect by being met with volcanic upthrusts of her pelvis. Sweat was coating her throat, breasts, stomach and thighs, and the smell of her meaty cunt was filling my nostrils with every breath that I could snatch. I was now getting fully in the rhythm of this – at first, my pressures on the valve in my mouth had not been effectively co-ordinated, but now I was giving it a vicious bite just before the terminal point of insertion – this was the trick, as it allowed just enough time for the liquid to be forced into the expanding tip as it hit home to its deepest extent.

Janice began to emit a series of barking cries, sounding something like a dog which had been trodden on, high-pitched and desperate. I was no longer in control, as her grip on my hair was deciding the pace of the fucking, but I was able to lean all my weight into it, spearing her pussy almost viciously hard. Her back arched so much that her whole pelvis left the chair – I nearly lost my balance, but somehow recovered and delivered a final thrust with all the force and weight that I could manage, holding it deep inside her rather than withdrawing it, and pumping the valve so that the dildo tip vibrated in a series of pulsing jerks. She gave a long howling shriek, screaming that she was coming, and then I pulled the face-cock out on the recoil as she released my head, after which she collapsed back onto my leather chair, her legs spread wide apart and her arms dangling loosely over the sides.

I resumed my posture of submission, kneeling humbly before her in my restraints, looking down at the carpet in front of me. After a moment, I heard an indrawn shudder of breath, and then felt the wind of movement. Janice’s hand came down to caress my breasts quite gently, cupping and stroking each one.

‘Very good, my little pussy-bitch, very good.’ she said gently. I remained in my place as she unstrapped the face-dildo and then unlocked and removed the handcuffs. She knelt on the floor in front of me, with a gentler expression on her face than any I had since Officer Sterling had sprung her speed trap.

‘Wow! You were amazing,’ she stated; ‘that was so good – better than I ever thought it would be. I think you’re the best fuck I’ve ever had!’

I blushed with thrilled pleasure, and responded as she kissed me softly on the lips, her hands still playing with my nipples.

‘Oh, Janice, I’ve never had it so good before – I’ve never, ever been fucked so good as you did me just now! Thank you, thank you so much!’

She smiled, and I could sense relief as well as pleasure – and I suddenly realised that in many ways, she had been the one taking the risks here. She couldn’t even have given me a speeding fine, as she was not on duty, whereas if things had gone wrong and I made a complaint against her, she could easily have lost her job, and maybe worse.

‘Yes?’ she said, with just a trace of uncertainty; ‘you liked it then?’

I hastened to reassure her. ‘It was wonderful, and you are so damn fucking sexy – in that uniform, you are the hottest babe on this planet, let me tell you!’ I affirmed with vehemence. She looked delighted, and still more so when I added:

‘Please, Janice – it’s not just this once, is it? I want to get to know you, and I want you to fuck me so many more times!!’

I then had a moment of doubt, a fear that I had been presumptuous, and asked if that was possible, or did she have a partner. My relief was vast when she replied, with a slightly wistful expression, that she didn’t – that she had not had any steady girlfriend for a long time. I couldn’t believe my luck, as I was aware that I might be as much as five or six years older than her (actually, it turned out to be only three), and, despite my former-model good looks, she might not want me for anything further.

I looked at her coyly, and reached out my right hand to slip my fingers along her still-gaping pussy lips, pressing just a little inside her.

‘So …’ I said, drawing it out, ‘is that an opening I could apply for? I do have on-the-job experience now, after all.’

She gave a genuine laugh at my saucy double-meanings, and then looked at me seriously.

‘Yes, Trudi Durhiem,’ she said, with gentle sincerity, ‘I would love to be your lover, and for you to be mine. I hardly dared hope for this when I thought of this plan – I’ve watched you in the last few weeks, when I could, though you haven’t realised it, and I’ve become more and more obsessed with you. I want you, all of you, time and time again!’

We fell into each others’ arms, trading endearments, and then slowly slid down to lie on the floor together, side by side, kissing gently and caressing. After a while, the unheated room became a bit uncomfortable, and as our sweat dried we began to feel rather chilled. We got dressed, and Janice said she had to return the cruiser to the police garage before midnight, when her understanding commander’s shift ended. So we drove in convoy again, this time with the patrol car leading the way, and I parked in the street outside the county offices and waited for her. About five minutes later she climbed in, and – as there was no one nearby – I leaned across and kissed her on the lips, my hand diving up under her skirt to stroke the crotch of her thong, which was still deliciously damp with her juices.

I would hear no refusal, and drove us directly to my comfortable house – back along the road where she had stopped me (she pointed out her ambush lair on the way, and we both laughed as we passed the verge where I had pulled over, expecting a male cop to try hitting on me). The house which had often seemed rather too large for just me suddenly felt right, and I ushered her through the hall and up the stairs. I was so glad now that I had renovated the bathroom – increasing its size and installing a huge corner bath that was more than big enough for two to enjoy. Feeling that there was everything to celebrate, I removed a bottle of Moet & Chandon Brut from the refrigerator (I always keep a bottle chilled) and took it upstairs with two elegant champagne flutes which I had bought at Tiffany’s in New York. We showered together, enjoying every touch, and then slid into each end of the warm bath, surrounded by mounds of lavender-scented bubbles. I let her pop the champagne cork, and we drank toasts to our new relationship, and chatted until the water began to cool. We dried each other in the soft cotton towels, and then for the first time I took Officer Janice Sterling into my bed, where she stayed that night – and to my wonderment and joy, she has stayed ever since.

I have written this account just over a year after our first meeting. It still remains the best fuck that either of us has ever known, but we regularly do our best in trying to match it. I am usually the submissive one in our love-making, but not always. The sight of Officer Sterling hogtied with her own handcuffs, her skirt ricked up around her waist, her uniform blouse torn open and her tits pulled out of their bra cups, is one of the highlights of my life. Once, when she was completely at my mercy like this, I fucked her with her own police nightstick, ignoring her mewling pleas that it was too wide, it wouldn’t fit – and proving her very satisfyingly wrong. Since then, it has been a regular part of our fuck-play.

Within a week, Janice moved out of her rented flat and into my – now our – house. Her closest friends (including her very attractive 42-year-old sergeant, with whom we have had some mind-blowing threesomes – she especially likes putting me in bondage) know we are a couple, and honor and respect that. From time to time, depending upon Janice’s duty roster, I work late and she comes by the office at the end of her shift, still in uniform, and she fucks me again on my desk. Often she is wearing her more usual navy blue trousers rather than the skirt; once she was so hungry to do me that she didn’t remove any of her uniform apart from the utility belt and gun holster, and just strapped the big dildo on top of her trousers. She ripped my panties away (I was wearing a micro mini-skirt in anticipation of her arrival, so that was no obstacle), and then screwed me doggy-style across my desk whilst still wearing all of her uniform – it was a wonderful turn-on, and I was yelling and screaming in ecstasy as I came and came.

Last week, we celebrated our first anniversary with a compete re-enactment: she borrowed the police cruiser again, and as I sped down the country road on my way home, behind me I suddenly heard the yowl of a siren and saw in my mirror the flashing strobe of red and blue lights – but this time, as I pulled onto the roadside verge, my expression was the smile of the cat who has well and truly got the cream.

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Part 4 of a series. Please read in order to get the whole story.

This is a plot driven story.

Chapter 4

Aly’s eyes slowly blinked and opened, it was still somewhat dark. The light rain outside pattered on the roof and windows of the cabin. Aly’s eyes adjusted to focus as she slowly looked around at the group, all laying in the big makeshift bed on the floor. To her left, Erin and Suzy were cuddled up, wrapped in a blanket. They laid on one small mattress, slightly edging off onto Aly’s larger mattress. To Aly’s right, on her mattress, was Alex. He was ‘spooning’ her side. His arm and leg draped upon Aly. Beside him was Becca, she was on Alex’s mattress and half wrapped up in his blanket. Becca’s mattress and blanket sat alone beside her. Aly shifted slightly and Alex snuggled in closer to her, still asleep. She felt a bit of a ‘poke’ on her thigh. ‘Maybe it’s just a button or zipper from Alex’s shorts.’ She thought. She breathed slow, closing her eyes and relaxed, her mind went back to the memory of the night before and she felt her stomach flutter. She smiled a sneaky smile to herself. -‘Wait. Alex is wearing gym shorts. No zipper or buttons.’ Her mind snapped and her eyes shot open again. She looked around subtly and made sure the girls were still asleep. Then focused her gaze towards Alex. He was breathing deep and slow, still sound asleep. She ran her hand down herself towards her thigh, she kept watch on Alex as to not disturb him. She got down to where his crotch was pushed up against her. The back of her hand brushed his lower stomach. She froze momentarily as he shifted a bit in his sleep. She slowly inched herself away to make a bit of space between them. She let out a soft breath as her curious erotic ambitions took over. She let out another breath, it was more of a moan. She moved her hand down and lightly felt the front of Alex’s loose shorts. She felt what was ‘poking’ her. His small member was stiff and pointing straight out, tenting his shorts, previously tight against her thigh. She only brushed the tip with her knuckle, but she knew what it was and her body tingled all over. She swallowed and tried to get a better feel of his little stiff shaft. She traced the tent with her fingers. Lightly at first, and applied more pressure as she felt she could without waking him. He was very hard. His little pecker was skinny, but she was surprised at the length. She must have been moving too much or using too much pressure as Alex began to stir awake. She stopped moving and closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep. But she kept her hand against his stiff member. Alex let out a soft awakening moan, she felt him adjust his position and he seemed to push his groin against her more, then relaxed. She stayed still. He pressed again, she heard a very soft gasp escape him. He did this a few times before Aly couldn’t help but push her hand back a bit more to feel more of him, meeting his small thrusts. This startled him and he slowly backed off and sat up slightly. Aly took this as a sign that she should ‘wake up’ too. She blinked and pretended as if she was just waking up. She looked up as Alex was smiling down at her.

“Good morning.” Aly said in a tender voice.

“Is it morning?” Alex asked, as it was still dark out.

“I think so.” Aly answered softly as she uncovered and crawled to the end of the mattress, wiggling her bum and she climbed over the blankets and pillows. She stood slowly and checked the time.

“Yeah it is. We actually even slept in a bit today.” Aly said a bit louder. The other girls started to stir aswell from the sound of Aly’s voice. Aly looked out the window.

“Looks like today isn’t very promising for weather.” She said, then turned back to the kids. Becca unraveled herself from the blanket she was in. Suzy and Erin giggled and continued to hug and cuddle under the blanket. Alex ‘rearranged’ himself and stood up.

“Uh, did I take your blanket?” Becca asked as she looked at the blanket she had just uncovered herself with, and saw hers off to the side.

“Yeah, we shared for a bit, but you seemed to roll up in it so I shared with Aly.” Alex answered.

“Oh.. oops… sorry.” Becca said.

“It’s ok.” Alex answered cheerfully.

“Ok, well we should get up and rush a bit, or we’ll be late for breakfast.” Aly announced. Becca stretched and stood. Erin and Suzy let out a groan, transitioning to giggles, and slowly uncovered, revealing their nakedness.

“I slept really good.” Suzy said as she stretched.

“Told you! Sleeping naked is so much better!” Erin giggled.

“Yeah, it was also nice cuddling… except you kick in your sleep!” Suzy said and tossed a pillow at Erin. Erin laughed back and shrugged. She turned and wiggled her bare bum and scurried over to get dressed. Everyone got dressed in the open, except Alex, who struggled to change under a blanket. Aly felt bad as she watched Alex struggle, now that Aly knew why. She thought again about maybe telling the group. But then they may get even more distracted or ashamed of their own nudity. Aly thought it would be best to think about that later. The group finally dressed and rushed to the bathroom quickly before heading to the cafeteria. It was gloomy skies and lightly raining. They were a bit wet when the arrived but not soaked. Shianne was already seated, waiting and watching for Aly and the girls.

“Hey! Took you long enough!” Shianne groaned sarcastically as they approached.

“We slept in a bit.” Becca replied, slightly out of breath.

“Late night?” Shianne asked, winking at Aly. None of the girls noticed, and Aly just brushed it off as if to say ‘If only you knew.’

“The storm made us sleep more I guess.” Erin added, trying to sound intelligent.

The group got their breakfast and began to eat. Aly sat beside Shianne. She leaned over and very quietly whispered to Shianne.

“So, I did it last night.” She whispered.

“Did what?” Shianne asked, in her own quiet tone.

“You know… what we talked about yesterday?” Aly said with a coy smile.

Shianne let out a small gasp, she smiled proudly.

“You did?” Shianne asked excitedly.

Aly nodded with her own smile.

“I just couldn’t wait any longer, after all that’s happened.” Aly added.

Shianne pumped her eyebrows.

“Would’ve loved to watch.” Shianne said sneakily, biting her lip seductively, but with a childish smile.

Aly just laughed the sexual tension off and lightly nudged Shianne.

The group finished their breakfast and ran back to the cabin. Shianne’s eyes widened when she saw how the beds were arranged. She went over and whispered to Aly.

“You, y’know.. rubbed one out with the beds like this?!” She asked, sounding surprised. Aly nodded shyly with a smile.

“Now that’s hot, I really wish I was here for that.” Shianne admitted with a smile.

“Here for what?” Suzy’s voice broke their private conversation. Aly froze.

“Oh, umm, just for the slumber party you girls had, looks like it was fun all in one big bed.” Shianne said, saving the situation from escalating. Aly breathed a sigh of relief. Shianne went and sprawled out on the bed and the girls played pile on. While the girls played on the bed, Alex came and pulled Aly aside.

“Are you going to tell Shianne our secret today?” Alex asked.

“I don’t have to, we can wait if you want.” Aly answered back kindly.

“No it’s ok. I want her to know too. But can you tell her?” Alex asked. Aly was surprised that he wanted her to share the information so soon. But Aly agreed. She checked the schedule and saw that they were in the craft cabin.

“Well at least we will be out of the rain this morning.” Aly said to the group. And the group went to the craft cabin. They made necklaces and bracelets. While the kids were crafting Aly stood off to the side with Shianne.

“I have some…news…” Aly said softly.

“News?” Shianne asked.

“I guess more of a…revelation. ” Aly replied cautiously.

“Oh?” Shianne added simply.

“Yeah… but you have to promise to keep it a secret. It could potentially get us in trouble.” Aly said somewhat sternly.

“Mmm…” Shianne let out a moan.

“I like those kind of secrets.” She added, while raising her eyebrows and smiled sexily.

“Not like that.” Aly said back, Shianne’s smile faded.

“Well maybe kinda like that.” Aly added, Shianne smiled again, a bit more confused looking.

“Out with it then girl.” Shianne probed.

Aly took a deep breath.

“It’s about the girls.” Aly started.

“Did they catch you masturbating?” Shianne gasped a bit loud for a whisper. Aly shushed her.

“No. Well almost, but that’s not what I’m getting at.” Aly stumbled out, hushed.

“Then what about the girls?” Shianne asked, quieting her voice.

“Well maybe not ‘girls’”. Aly said.

Shianne blinked and gave Aly a frustrated look.

Aly took a deep breath.

“Alex is a boy.” Aly outed with a quiet huff.

“What?!” Shianne asked quite loudly.

“Shh!” Aly responded.

“Sorry…what?” Shianne answered back in a forced whisper.

“Alex’s parents couldn’t afford the boys camp. So Alex is ‘pretending’ to be a girl so she – ahem, ‘he’ could come to camp.” Aly explained.

“Wow….umm… well… that explains a lot.” Shianne thought aloud.

“I know. But he wanted me to tell you. He also wants to tell the others, but I told him we should keep it quiet until the right time arises. If ever.” Aly continued.

Shianne choked a giggle.

“Right time, or right ‘thing’ arises? She huffed an excited giggle.

Aly looked back sternly but cracked a smile.

“What? He must have some sort of ‘arising issue’ being surrounded in nude prancing girls all the time.” Shianne tried to justify her joke.

“I guess it would be ‘hard’ for him.” Aly giggled but then felt guilty as she joked about Alex’s difficulties.

“Hmmm… well how did you find out?” Shianne asked.

“I gave him the new swimsuit we bought and he went on about how it ‘wouldn’t fit’… And one thing lead to another and-” Aly trailed off.

“And what?” Shianne pried.

“Well… he ended up naked.” Aly said, biting her lip as she revealed the secret.

“You saw him naked?” Shianne gasped.

“Then what happened?” She added, enthused.

“Nothing.. well nothing much..” Aly said.

“What do you mean nothing much?” Shianne asked with a smirk.

“Well I ‘helped’ him put on his new bathing suit..” Aly admitted.

“Oh…” Shianne said wide-eyed.

“I’m finished!” Alex’s voice echoed and he approached Aly and Shianne. They were slightly startled by his approach. He held up a few beaded necklaces.

“I made you each one.” He said, handing both Aly and Shianne a necklace.

“Awe, that’s so sweet. Thank you.” Aly replied kindly. Shianne just smiled goofily at Alex. Aly rolled her eyes at the awkwardness of Shianne. She looked at the time and told the group they had some freetime before lunch. The group walked out of the craft cabin to see yet more rain coming down. The group rushed back to their cabin and tried to decide what to do. The girls looked out the windows with frowns, disliking the weather conditions. Shianne whispered something in Aly’s ear.

“Good idea!” Aly replied.

“Ok girls, we have a surprise for you. And a potentially fun activity.” Aly announced. The kids all turned and looked at Aly. Aly walked over to her suitcase and pulled out a couple shopping bags.

“Now, Alex already got her surprise, but we got a surprise for all of you too.” Aly explained to the girls, and followed up by pulling out one of the bathing suit sets.

“Shianne and I got you girls all matching bathing suits!” Aly exclaimed excitedly. The girls all beamed with joy as they saw the suit Aly held up. They cheered and thanked Aly and Shianne with hugs. They all retrieved their new suits and admired them.

“Ugh, I wish we could use them, but stupid rain!” Becca grumbled and pouted. The other’s smiles transitioned to frowns as well, as they processed the current weather situation.

“Well here’s the deal! You can put on your suits and we can play outside in the rain.” Aly suggested energetically.

The girls contemplated the idea.

“That sounds like it could be fun.” Erin answered.

“We could practice our cheers?” Becca added a bit more excitedly.

“Yeah! And now we even have matching outfits!” Suzy beamed.

The group psyched themselves up and started to disrobe and dress in their suits.

Alex struggled underneath his blanket.

“Umm. I think I need help.” Alex mumbled quietly towards Aly and Shianne, who watched the girls converse and dress themselves.

“Oo! I can help you!” Shianne answered back, overly excited sounding.

“Umm…” Alex shyly cowered, looking up at Aly.

Aly smiled and nodded at Alex. She crouched down beside him,

“She knows our secret now, but I can help you if you prefer.” Aly whispered kindly.

Alex smiled proudly.

“Shianne can help!” He said as he relaxed and almost looked excited that someone else knew.

Shianne jumped in happily and half crawled under the blanket.

“Whoa! Excited much?” Aly gasped towards Shianne who just smiled up broadly at Aly, Shianne cuddled in close to Alex and they both wiggled and giggled. Aly stood back up and turned to the others as they modeled their suits for each other. The giggles and movement behind Aly caused a distraction and Aly had to say something to hold the others’ attention.

“Ok girls, one rule though. If you see any lightening or hear any thunder, we have to come back inside. Ok?” She announced and expected a response as the girls focused on her. They all nodded and agreed.

“Done!” Alex said from behind Aly and he rushed back over with the others and they looked each other up and down. Shianne stepped in close beside Aly, sounding short on breath.

“That was fun!” Shianne whispered, exasperated.

“Are you that desperate and horny?” Aly snickered back.

“Call it what you will.” Shianne shrugged.

“Oh you.” Aly rolled her eyes and huffed a laugh.

“Maybe I wouldn’t be so ‘desperate’ if you would just put out.” Shianne nudged Aly with a sneaky laugh.

Aly shuddered as tingles ran down her spine ending between her legs.

“Put out what?” Suzy’s voice beckoned, as the kids all turned towards Aly and Shianne.

There was a moment of silence.

“The fire within my loins!” Shianne announced loudly.

Aly’s eyes widened and her stomach fluttered. She flushed red and froze in shock of Shianne’s abrupt response.

“Huh?” Erin groaned, looking quite confused. Aly’s shock subsided as she saw the kids’ blank stares.

“Nothing, just boring adult stuff.” Aly tried to brush off having to explain or open up for more discussion.

“Is that like when you’re hoo-ha gets warm and tingly sometimes when you see naked people?” Becca asked in a childish, yet blunt way.

All eyes turned to Becca, then back to Aly and Shianne. Aly swallowed hard.

“In a way, yes.” Shianne answered the girls.

“It means you’re body is ready for S-E-X.” Becca said more confidently.

The girls giggled at the ‘naughty’ talk. Aly felt nervous and slightly guilty about the conversation.

“That doesn’t sound like ‘boring’ adult stuff.” Suzy added, causing more giggles.

“Yeah! I like that feeling.” Erin said matter-of-factly.

Aly stirred uncomfortably and cleared her throat.

“Look, they’re young and learning. This should be a safe environment to talk about certain things. Otherwise they may learn it from the wrong sources.” Shianne said, directed at Aly, sensing her discomfort. Aly was surprised by Shianne’s mature answer, it calmed her down some, reminding her of her own camp experiences.

“I guess you’re right.” Aly admitted.

“Ok girls, we want you to be comfortable to ask us questions, but it will have to be later. We should get outside and play while we still can.” Aly concluded.

The girls beamed and smiled, while blushing.

They all went outside and Aly and Shianne followed, still wearing their clothes. The kids played, skipped and rolled around in a field. Aly and Shianne stood under a tree, watching the kids.

“So… are we really going to have the sex talk with them?” Shianne asked.

Aly thought for a moment.

“Uh. I don’t know. I don’t think we should gather them and sit them down to explain the whole thing. But I think we need to make sure that they know if they have questions, we will answer them honestly.” Aly explained.

“I agree.” Shianne nodded.

There was a moment of silence.

“I hope they have questions.” Shianne added as she thought aloud.

“Me too.” Aly admitted with a smile. The two made eye contact for a second and they smiled.

“There’s something just… exciting, about their innocence.” Shianne hummed.

“Yeah, I kind of miss those days.” Aly admitted thoughtfully.

“What do you miss most?” Shainne asked, as they continued to watch the kids play with childish laughter.

“Hmm… probably the slumber parties, and learning and discovering new things.” Aly answered.

“What about you?” She added, nudging Shianne.

“I miss the slumber parties too! Especially the games I used to play at them.” Shianne answered, nudging Aly back.

“Oh? What games?” Aly asked with a snicker.

“Spin the bottle, doctor, house, twister, truth or dare.” Shianne listed off with a slight moan.

“Oh yeah! Remember we bought a truth or dare?” Aly perked up remembering their trip to the mall.

“Just thinking of this is making me excited!” Shianne laughed.

“What kind of ‘excited’?” Aly daringly asked, leaning into Shianne.

“Oh…many ways..” Shianne giggled.

The field the kids played in began to get muddy, it was slippery and the kids started to run and slide through the mud. Soon enough they took turns treating a small hill as a muddy slip’n’slide. They started to collide into each other and looked as if they were mud wrestling but laughing hysterically.

“Such dirty girls.” Aly laughed as she watched, making sure no one got hurt.

“Them or us?” Shianne giggled and swatted Aly’s bum through her wet yoga pants. Aly jolted and laughed.

Then a loud crackle of thunder struck. The wind picked up and it started to rain harder. Everyone jumped a bit.

“Ok girls! We should go inside now!” Aly hollered out to the girls, who’s laughter subsided and a few screams echoed from the thunder. They all ran over to Aly and Shianne.

“Oh girls, you are so muddy and wet!” Aly laughed as they hugged her.

“Mmm, wet.” Shianne moaned quietly, which got her a stern look from Aly, who eventually cracked a sensual smile.

“That was really fun!” Suzy smiled big.

“Yeah! We played and wrestled and a fire started in my loins!” Erin yelled out, and caused the group to all laugh.

Aly’s knees felt weak momentarily. She thought she should say something, but no one else was near and she couldn’t help but feel a rush throughout her body.

Another crack of thunder and flash of distant lightning broke the embrace and they all rushed back towards the cabin. When they were almost back to the cabin, Aly changed direction and led the group in a frantic run to the shower room. They all quickly entered the door a few nervous high pitched girly screams echoed. The commotion of about 6 other naked girls blurred in the room.

“Oops!” A nervous voice squeaked. Aly looked towards where it came from, a girl a couple years older than Aly trembled and tried to cover herself as she stood naked surrounded in kids, the same age group as Aly had, all naked.

“Umm, I was just, I, uh…please don’t tell Sharyn.” The counselor’s voice shook in embarrassment.

Aly took a deep breath in.

“I won’t.” Aly said, trying to calm the older girl down.

“Tell Miss.Sharyn what?” One of the other kids asked, half hugging her councilor as she still looked very embarrassed.

“Umm, you know how I told you counselor’s aren’t supposed to shower with the kids?” She tried to explain.

“It’s really no big deal Selina. Our girls convinced us too!” Shianne spoke up and stepped into view.

“Shianne? Is that you?” Selina, the councilor, asked as she turned and looked towards Shianne, and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Yeah it is! I haven’t seen you in a couple years! I’m a helper this year!” Shianne said excitedly and ran over to hug the older girl. To Aly’s surprise, Selina smiled and dropped her attempt of covering her body as she returned the hug to Shianne.

Aly couldn’t help herself but take in the features of the older girl, though she was only a few years older than Aly, her body was more matured. Her breasts were larger and her curves more defined. Aly felt a tingle in her lower stomach as she saw more of the girl in her now relaxed state. Aly’s eyes traced her smooth body, her bikini tan lines prominent on her hourglass figure.

“Oh! This is Aly.” Shianne said and signalled towards Aly, she looked up Selina’s body to her eyes.

“This is Selina, she was my councilor here a couple years ago.” Shianne explained to Aly’s awkward stare.

“Ha, hi, sorry if we are overlapping into your shower time.” Selina said, waving and placing her weight onto one leg, her thighs parted comfortably and she relaxed her hand on a hip.

“Oh no, we aren’t scheduled, we just got a bit muddy so I wanted the girls to rinse off before we went inside our cabin.” Aly said with a smile, trying to keep eye contact and not let her gaze wander Selina’s body.

“So I guess I’m not the only one who’s group convinced them to shower together.” Selina said, relaxing before the larger group.

“HA! Convinced? If I remember correctly, you showered with me as a camper too!” Shianne called her out with a smile.

“Well I was your favourite councilor!” Selina smiled and shrugged, nudging Shianne.

“Girls this age need to see what a real body looks like, imperfections and all.” Selina stated matter-of-factly.

“Pfft, imperfections? You’re beautiful!” Shianne stated and stood back to unashamedly look at all of Selina’s nude form. Aly too, thought she was very attractive. Selina smiled and blushed but didn’t cover up as Aly and Shianne gawked.

“Well you are all welcome to join us!” Selina commented.

Erin and Suzy already began to take off their suits and joined the other girls in the showers, giggling and chatting.

“You girls make sure you rinse the mud off you’re suits too, you could have just showered in them.” Aly said.

Erin and Suzy held up their suits to wash them and Becca and Alex showered in their bathing suits. Aly and Shianne stayed dressed in the centre of the room and Selina joined them, but stayed naked and they chatted while the kids showered.

After a few minutes Aly saw that her group had cleaned off all the mud and were just fooling around with the other girls. Aly looked at the time on the clock that hung in the room.

“Ok girls, we should head back and change quickly and get over for our lunch time.” Aly announced.

The girls grumbled at having to say farewell to the new friends, but Aly assured them they could all hang out again soon. Shianne hugged Selina goodbye.

“Bye Aly, nice meeting you! I’d offer, but not sure if you’d want a naked hug.” Selina joked.

“Oh! She’d love a naked hug!” Shianne laughed and hip checked Aly towards Selina. Aly hunched shyly, feeling herself blush, she followed her eyes up Selina’s body and she felt nervous with the urge to embrace her.

Selina held her arms open and gave Aly a friendly, yet daring, smile.

Aly thought back to the conversation with Shianne about just going with the flow and feelings. She took a breath and went in, she wrapped her arms around Selina’s waist and she hugged her back tightly with an audible ‘Mmm’. Aly felt her warm body through her wet t shirt. She felt the curve and pressure of her breasts and the poke from her nipples. Aly’s crotch tingled and she breathed in the clean, yet wet smell of Selina’s hair.

“Awe.” Shianne’s voice echoed behind her. They ended the hug and bid farewell and everyone ran back to the cabin.

“Everyone get dressed, we have to rush to lunch. And hang up your swimsuits on the the railing outside, hopefully they will dry once the rain stops.” Aly said, and the girls started to take off their wet suits, Erin gathered everyone’s suits and stepped out the door and hung them up outside, still naked and scurried back inside.

“Hey you. Remember you shouldn’t be naked outside the cabin.” Aly said, but smiled at Erin’s cute response of “Oops, hehe.” And a shrug. Aly stifled a laugh and offered Shianne a dry set of her clothes, she agreed and they too started to undress.

Aly took notice of Alex, who had his back to the group and was actually changing out in the open, though he faced away so no one saw his penis.

The girls couldn’t help but stop what they were doing and look at the ‘new’ bare bum before them.

“Cute butt Alex!” Erin said.

“Erin!” Aly snarled, eyeing Erin with her hands on her naked hips.

“What? I’m just trying to be nice. It was a compliment.” Erin justified herself with her hands raised. Alex pulled up his underwear and shorts, he turned around and was smiling. Aly breathed a sigh of relief seeing that Erin didn’t embarrass Alex. Aly walked over, bent down on one knee and quietly apologized to Erin for getting after her, she explained that she just wasn’t sure how Alex would react. Erin smiled unfazed and hugged Aly, almost knocking her over. Her soft body pressed against Aly’s bare skin. Her body tingled at the skin on skin contact.

“She does have a nice bum.” Erin whispered in Aly’s ear and they both giggled and tickled each other before getting up and quickly dressed.

They jogged to the cafeteria, the rain had slowed a bit but it was still pretty dark. The group met Selina’s group and had lunch together. Selina’s helper was there now, her name was Natasha and her and Shianne actually attended camp together for a few years, so they caught up and reminisced. Aly got to know Selina better. The kids carried on their own small talk.

After lunch, while cleaning up, Sharyn, the camp director came up and asked Aly to come talk to her.

Aly instantly got nervous. ‘Did she find out about the showers? Or the muddy play? Or about Alex’s secret? Was she in trouble?’ She thought and got more nervous as they took a few steps away.

“Is there something wrong?” Aly asked nervously.

“No, no, I just have your group scheduled at the beach this afternoon, but the weather won’t allow that. Every other group is booked elsewhere. So would your group be ok getting some board games and play in the cafeteria or in your cabin?” Sharyn asked. Aly breathed an obvious sigh of relief.

“Yeah that’s no problem at all!” She answered cheerfully.

“Ok good! And we’re doing a movie night in the cafeteria, instead of a fire tonight.” Sharyn added.

Aly nodded with a smile and went back to the others.

“What’s up?” Suzy asked, referring to the talk with Sharyn.

“Well we were scheduled to be at beach this afternoon, but because of the weather we will be staying in and playing some board games at the cabin, but tonight there is a camp wide movie that will be shown here in the cafeteria.” Aly tried to sound optimistic.

“Yay! I love board games!” Alex perked up.

“Me too!” The others chimed in. Aly smiled. They finished up and said goodbye to Selina and Natasha’s group. And went to a small games room attached to the cafeteria. The kids gathered a few games of interest and quickly went back to their cabin. Shianne said she was going to go grab some things from her cabin and that she’d meet the others at the cabin soon after.

Aly arrived at the cabins with the kids.

“Why don’t we put on our pjs and get out of our wet clothes for the games.” Aly suggested.

“My pjs are naked.” Erin said with a smirk.

“And so are Suzy’s now too!” She added with a giggle.

“But I’m a bit cold from the rain.” Suzy said with a shiver, as she peeled off her wet clothes.

“Well ok then ya party pooper!” Erin sassed with a giggle. She quickly took off her clothes. Aly noticed she had goosebumps across her body and she shivered a bit too.

“Are you sure you’re not chilly? Your goosebumps say you are.” Aly laughed.

“Ok, maybe I’m a bit chilly.” Erin responded. Now hugging herself, she grabbed her nightgown and pulled it on. Becca sorted through many pairs that she brought.

“Holy! How many pajamas do you need?” Erin laughed, walking over to Becca’s dresser.

“I came prepared.” Becca smiled with a shrug.

The kids laughed and Aly took notice that Alex changed again out in the open, but with his back towards the group. He pulled up his gym shorts, with no undies, and put on a shirt before turning to face the others.

Becca, Suzy and Erin all wore nightgowns. Becca was the only one who wore panties though.

Aly searched and also chose a nightgown. She disrobed and choose to wear panties with her nightgown.

Soon after everyone was dressed Shianne arrived. She struggled to open the door and awkwardly stumbled in with her arms full. She had a backpack, a small suitcase, a pillow and a blanket.

“Whoa! Talk about coming prepared.” Aly laughed at her struggles. The kids all giggled, Shianne just smiled, not understanding the inside joke.

“I talked to Sharyn, and she said I can stay in your guys’ cabin!” Shianne said and she plopped her baggage down on Aly’s mattress-free bed.

“As long as you all behave yourselves and it was ok with Aly.” She added with a huff, as she was out of breath.

“Its ok with me!” Aly added with a smile.

“I knew it would be. That’s why I brought my stuff before asking haha!” Shianne laughed.

“Awe dang! I didn’t bring a nightgown to match all of you.” Shianne grumbled.

“Alex doesn’t have one either.” Erin said.

“But that’s ok!” She quickly added, not wanting to exclude Alex.

“Well usually I sleep au natural, but I guess I can put something on.” Shianne laughed, winking at Aly, who blushed and smiled back.

“What’s oh natural?” Suzy asked.

“It’s AU natural, I think French.. but it means I usually sleep nudey.” Shianne answered with a sinister giggle.

“So do I!” Erin hollered wide-eyed.

“And Suzy does too now!” She added with an exaggerated wave to Suzy.

“Best way to sleep!” Shianne stated with a broad smile.

“I agree!” Suzy added quickly.

Everyone watched unashamedly as Shianne got naked before searching her suitcase for a pair of shorts and a tank top. She exaggerated her movements as she dressed slowly, and to Aly’s benefit, very sensually.

The kids started to discuss what game to play as they scattered them about on the big floor bed. Shianne quickly shoved her clothes into Becca’s dresser and tossed her pillow down on Aly’s mattress and sat with the girls.

Throughout much discussion, they decided to play the game of Life.

Erin and Suzy set the game up, distributing the coloured cars to each player.

“Whoever wins gets to choose next game.” Becca stated, and the others agreed. They played through the game. Erin made sure to announce that when her character got married that she wanted to marry a girl. Alex played as a girl, but also married a girl. Erin and Alex smiled at each other and highfived. Throughout the game the kids would adjust their sitting positions and show glimpses under their nightgowns. Shianne definitely took notice and would nudge or place her hand or thigh against Aly to acknowledge the flashes. Aly would smile and her tummy would flutter as her and Shianne played the peeking game. The kids continued the game and talked about nothing specific. Alex ended up winning the game. The other girls all shared congratulations, and helped clean up.

“Ok Alex, you won, now you get to choose the next game.” Aly said.

The girls all started giving their ‘suggestions’ to Alex, who listened, but kept shuffling through the pile of games thinking.

“Oh! I almost forgot! We have another game to add to the choices!” Aly jumped up and went and dug through her bags. The kids all watched expectantly and Shianne smiled. Aly retrieved the truth or dare game, that was geared for an older group than theirs, but Aly and Shianne agreed it better suited their group when they bought it at the mall. Aly modeled the game as she brought the box over and added it to the pile of games before Alex. The girls all read it and smiled. They started begging Alex to choose that game. Erin pleaded loudest;

“Oh please, please choose this one!” She then got on her knees. Alex stood up and smiled as all the girls begged before him. He put his hand under his chin and hummed an exaggerated ‘Hmmm’. Aly smiled at his outgoing tease.

“Please! I’ll do anything!” Erin pleaded, then leapt forward and hugged Alex tightly. But since she was on her knees and Alex was standing, her face pressed tightly against the front of his shorts. Erin nuzzled her face into his crotch as she acted to beg him. Alex blushed and stumbled to keep his footing. Aly’s heart skipped a beat at their position, knowing Alex wasn’t wearing any underwear and only thin, loose shorts. Shianne stifled a laugh and nudged Aly.

“Okay, okay. We can play truth or dare!” Alex giggled and submitted happily to the girls, especially Erin’s, begging. Erin squealed and backed away on her knees, she looked up at Alex.

“Is there something in your shorts?” She asked. Aly could swear she gasped loud enough for everyone to hear. Aly jumped in.

“Erin, could you please move the other games off the bed to make more room?” Aly asked, hoping to steer Erin’s attention away.

“Sure!” Erin said, she took one last quizzical glance at Alex’s crotch before she excitedly started to move the pile of games. Suzy helped her and Becca unwrapped the new game. Aly sighed a breath of relief.

“That was close.” Shianne whispered and giggled in only Aly’s earshot.

“Childish distraction for the win.” Aly giggled back, feeling excited anticipation for what was to come.

Everyone gathered around in a circle, Alex knelt on his knees, and sat down. Erin and Suzy sat cross legged, not attempting to cover their crotches. Becca laid on her stomach. Aly and Shianne sat beside each other, resting on opposing hips, their shoulders touching.

Becca placed the stack of cards in the centre of the circle, along with an electronic ‘spinner’. It was a circle with light up arrows pointing outwards all around a button the read ‘SPIN’. Aly explained that a truth answered is worth one point and a dare is worth two. Becca pressed the ‘SPIN’ button and the arrows lit up going around and around, it slowed down and then beeped, flashing an arrow pointed closest to Suzy.

“Ok Suzy you’re up!” Aly said and pulled a card and asked; “Truth or dare?”

“Ummm, dare!” Suzy responded.

“Oo. Starting off with a dare.” Shianne applauded her.

Aly read the dare.

“Close your eyes and I will choose one person to tickle your foot, you have to guess who it was. If you guess correctly, you get double points!” Aly read.

“Hehe, ok.” Suzy giggled and covered her eyes. She uncrossed her legs and stuck her bare feet out to the centre. All the kids silently pointed at themselves, hoping Aly would choose them. Aly pointed at Becca. She crawled on her stomach closer and reached out and lightly tickled Suzy’s feet. Suzy twitched and wiggled as she giggled. Her nightgown hem fluttering giving everyone a clear view of her hairless snatch. After a few moments of laughter, Aly stopped Becca, she sat up and now sat cross legged in the circle.

“Ok Suzy, open your eyes and guess.” Aly said. Suzy opened her eyes and looked around at everyone who smiled sneakily at her.

“Umm was it… Shianne?” Suzy guessed.

“Nope! It was me!” Becca cheered proudly.

“Awe darn! I should have known that, you’re sitting in a different position now!” Suzy groaned and giggled.

“Ok Suzy, now you press the button.” Shianne said. Suzy pressed ‘SPIN’ and the lights again circled around, ending on Aly.

“Ooo.. Aly!” Shianne and the kids mocked. Shianne got a card and asked; “Truth or dare?”.

“Um. Truth.” Aly answered, with boos and chicken sounds coming from the others.

“Ok, ok, for one measly point; Have you ever made out with someone?” Shianne asked and rolled her eyes.

“Uh, yes.” Aly answered without hesitation.

“How many?” Becca asked.

“Wasn’t part of the question.” Aly laughed back, Becca stuck her tongue out but then giggled. Aly pressed the ‘SPIN’ button.

It landed on Becca.

“Truth or dare?” Shianne asked as she drew a card.

“Can I read this one?” Erin asked.

“Sure!” Shianne responded and handed her a card.

“Dare!” Becca hollered.

“Dare to dance for all of us for three minutes.” Erin read and smiled at Becca. Becca took a deep breath in and stood up. Aly waited for the clock’s second hand to reach the 12 and said “Go!”. Becca started by just rocking back and forth sporadically. Her hips went back and fourth and her nightgown swayed quickly.

“You can dance better than that!” Suzy jeered.

Becca slowed and added a bit of a circle motion with her hips, she shrugged and laughed as she continued her movements.

“Do a adult girl dance.” Erin cheered.

“Like my sister?” Becca asked as she slowed her movements down.

“How does your sister dance?” Shianne asked.

“Like this.” Becca replied and started to sway and thrust her hips with big slow movements. She ran her hands through her hair, messing it up so it hung over her face and she bent her knees, stuck her bum out and started to gyrate and bounce. She ‘cooed’, ‘Ooo’d’ and moaned as she twisted around. Aly’s eyes transitioned from watching the clock to the girl’s very seductive dance. She could hear Shianne moan under her breath. The kids cheered and clapped. Becca then ran her hands up and down her sides, as she brought her hands up, she purposefully raised her nightgown with her, her maroon panties peeking out. She twisted around, facing away from the circle and dropped to her hands and knees she stuck her butt up in the air, her nightgown around her waist. Her cheeky undies showing as she attempted to twerk, but she was young and inexperienced so she looked more like a dog trying to scratch an itch. This caused the group to giggle a bit. Becca stood back up and swayed again.

“Has it been three minutes yet?” She asked as she breathed deep from her dance. Aly blinked quickly and looked back at the clock, she lost track of time so she just counted down from 5, she looked back at Becca’s finale. She caressed her hands up her body and grabbed her small budding breasts through the thin silky material. She exhaled “Ahh..” as she finished with Aly’s countdown. The kids all applauded her. She bowed cutely.

“Where’d you learn how to dance like that?” Erin asked loudly.

“I saw my sister dancing for her computer when she was video chatting her boyfriend, except…” she trailed off.

“Except what?” Suzy asked.

“Except my sister took her clothes off as she danced.” Becca concluded. The response was a mixture of gasps and giggles.

Becca hit the ‘SPIN’ button. It ended on Shianne.

“I’ll read this one!” Suzy grabbed a card. “Truth or Dare Shianne?” She asked.

“Dare.” Shianne spoke with little hesitation.

“Umm.. this cards blank.” Suzy said with a confused look.

“Oh! That’s a wild card. That means you get to make up your own dare.” Becca stated.

“Oh!” Suzy said happily and made a face of deep thought and laughed manically.

“Haha, give me you’re best, I ‘dare’ you!” Shianne laughed.

“Oh?!” Suzy sneered with a smile.

“I dare you… to..” Suzy thought aloud.

“Do three somersaults outside.” She concluded.

“That’s the best you could think of?” Erin teased.

“What? I don’t know. I couldn’t think of anything under pressure.” Suzy giggled.

“Ok. Well here I go!” Shianne announced and quickly ran outside. Everyone else communed by a window. Shianne waved at them from outside once she was in view, and did three consecutive somersaults, the last one was a bit shakey and she rolled right into a large puddle. Everyone inside laughed loudly so Shianne could hear, she stood up and shook of the excess water, before jogging inside.

“Ah! I’m soaking wet!” Shianne laughed as she entered the cabin. The kids all laughed.

“These are my only pjs!” Shianne laughed out.

“I don’t think any of Becca’s spares will fit you.” Erin laughed.

“Well I guess a shirt and panties will do!” Shianne said, as she again got naked and searched through her clothes that were stuffed into the dresser. She got a t shirt and a pair of thong panties, and slowly dressed.

Shianne then scurried back to her place in the circle and pressed ‘SPIN’. It ended on Suzy again.

“Awe, no fair, she’s getting all the points.” Erin groaned.

“Well it all depends on the spinner. Let’s just not keep score and play until we want to stop.” Shianne suggested, and the kids agreed.

“I’ll do truth this time.” Suzy said. Aly got a card.

“Who is your celebrity crush?” She read out.

“BEN HAGGARD!” Suzy responded quickly. Aly rolled her eyes at her answer, just another teen pop singer that it seemed like all little girls loved. Suzy hit ‘SPIN’, and it landed on Alex.

Suzy grabbed a card.

“Truth or Dare?” Suzy asked.

“Ummm…. dare.” Alex replied. Everyone seemed shocked that she choose dare over truth.

“Dare to kiss someone in group.” Suzy read aloud. Most everyone gasped, Shianne seemed to squeak.

“Who?” Alex calmly responded.

“Ummm. Erin! Because both of you choose a girl to marry in the game of Life.” Suzy replied, adding reason to her choice. The girls giggled and Erin crept closer to Alex.

Aly smiled and watched, she felt a guilty pleasure surge throughout her.

“Woohoo!” Shianne cheered.

Both Erin and Alex leaned close and pecked a kiss on the lips, eyes opened and it quickly ended.

“Awe c’mon! Do a better kiss than that!” Suzy razzed.

Aly was about to put an end to it, even though she didn’t want to but Alex shrugged and leaned in again. Both Erin and Alex closed their eyes and kissed again. This kiss lingered longer. Erin rested her hands on Alex’s thighs. She arched her back, and pressed against him.

The two let out small moans in the silence of the room. Then Shianne ‘wolf whistled’ and the two broke contact. They smiled at each other and the others giggled and applauded. Erin backed away slowly, she crawled back to her place in the circle.

“These cards are getting better.” Becca said, causing the group to giggle. Alex pressed ‘SPIN’ and it spun around and landed on Suzy again.

“Ugh, this spinner is in love with Suzy!” Erin grumbled.

“Stupid spinner.” Erin added, crossing her arms and attempting to pout.

“Can we just not use the spinner and go in a circle?” Suzy asked.

“That’s sounds more fair.” Aly answered and put the spinner back in the box.

“How about Erin gets a turn and then we will go around the circle.” Aly stated. The girls agreed. Erin uncrossed her arms and smiled.

“Truth or dare?” Aly asked Erin.

“Uh, duh! Dare!” Erin sassed and giggled.

“Dare to change clothes with the person on your left.” Aly read. She let out a small huff as Erin and Suzy stood quickly and exchanged nightgowns.

The group went around the circle a couple times, Erin to Suzy to Becca to Aly to Shianne to Alex and back to Erin. None of the truths or dares seemed to be too risqué compared to the others.

“Can we just make up our own truths and dares now?” Erin asked as her turn came back around. Aly looked from eyes to eyes and nodded.

“If that’s ok with everyone.” Aly stated, everyone agreed.

“And every turn you should have to do a truth AND dare.” Becca added. And they all agreed to that as well.

“Ok Erin, who do you want to ask your truth?” Aly asked.

“Shainne!” Erin said quickly.

“Ha! Ok. Hmm… have you ever been skinny dipping?” Shianne asked with a smirk.

“Umm no.” Erin answered. This surprised the group.

“But I’ve always wanted to!” She quickly added.

“Of course you would!” Suzy laughed out.

“Can I go skinny dipping for my dare?!” Erin asked excitedly.

“Haha! Not right now. Dares should stay inside our cabin for now.” Aly laughed.

“Oh darn!” Erin mockingly frowned.

“You wouldn’t need to be dared to do that!” Alex chimed in, which caused the group to nod and giggle in agreement. Erin just shrugged exaggeratedly.

“Ok, dare me to do something Becca!” Erin changed the subject, and called out Becca to dare her. She wiggled her bottom as she sat. It was a cute scene.

“I dare you to… ummm… let everyone raspberry you!” Becca answered with a smirk.

“A what?!” Erin asked with a scrunched face.

“You know, when you blow on someone’s tummy, it sounds like a fart!” Suzy explained and laughed.

“Ooohhhh! My mom calls that a bubble kiss.” Erin answered back.

“And they tickle! But ok! A dare is a dare!” Erin giggled and tentatively crawled to the centre of the circle and laid on her back on the mattress.

“You have to pull up your nightgown so we can see your tummy.” Becca instructed.

“Hehe, ok.” Erin giggled and slowly pulled up her gown. She acted slow in nervous anticipation of the upcoming tickles.

Aly looked up and down Erin’s petite body. Her legs squeezed together, her smooth legs trailed up to her puffy mound, her tummy clenched as she breathed quickly. Her arms snug against her sides as she held onto her nightgown that was ruffled up. She held it tight upon her chest. Her eyes shifted around the room and her smile never faded.

“Who’s first?” She asked.

“I’ll go first.” Becca replied and crawled up to her side.

“Eek!” Erin squealed as Becca took a deep breath, diving down and blowing as best as her small lungs could, just above Erin’s belly button. Erin giggled and twitched beneath Becca’s muffled blowing. Becca moved back away and inhaled. She wiped her mouth off.

“Who’s next?” Becca asked as she stared down at Erin.

“Me!” Suzy yelped and quickly scurried in close. She relaxed her forearms on Erin’s upper stomach and mid thigh. Suzy took a deep breath in and blew just below Erin’s navel this time, with her weight upon Erin. Erin moved and wiggled under Suzy’s restraint. Suzy’s mouth shifted a bit on Erin’s lower stomach, Suzy took another quick breath and went back down to blow again. Erin laughed and twitched and through her movements, jolted a bit and Suzy’s mouth planted upon Erin’s smooth mound. Suzy had her eyes closed and didn’t realize and kept blowing. Erin wiggled more, Suzy’s mouth shifted around. Suzy soon emptied her lungs and opened her eyes and sat up.

“Ah! I almost kissed your cooter!” Suzy exclaimed, whilst catching her breath. Erin just smiled broadly and exaggerated a shrug. Suzy smiled and stifled a laugh before backing away.

“Me next!” Shianne jumped in and snicked at Erin. Erin squealed again as Shianne approached and ‘bubble kissed’ all over Erin’s tummy. She did small quick blows and made her way all around Erin’s belly button, Erin twitched and Shianne came pretty close to where Suzy had finished. Aly stared at Shianne’s bum as she wiggled it throughout her efforts. Her thong disappeared into her tight crease and Aly licked her lips and breathed small moans as she was drawn to the girl’s exposed cheeks and barely covered pussy. Aly swallowed hard as Shianne finished her turn and sat back down, sheltering Aly’s view.

“Can I go next?” Alex asked to no one specific.

“Go for it!” Shianne cheered Alex on. He crawled over and kept eye contact with Erin. Once he arrived to her side he looked her body up and down a few times. Aly couldn’t tell if Erin was blushing or if her face was flush from her laughter. But she had dreamy eyes as she watched Alex eye her up and down. Alex rested on his hands and knees, and took a deep breath then he plastered his lips and open mouth below Erin’s belly button and wiggled his face side to side as he blew, making a loud sound. Erin wiggled and giggled, she tried to stay still but she couldn’t and bucked her hips. Her leg bumped Alex’s arm and he fell forward, without the support. His face slid down Erin’s body and he face planted between her legs. His blow was just ending and he rolled to the side. Erin and Alex laughed outloud and the others cheered.

“Oo, baby.” Shianne moaned out and made eye contact with Aly before joining in the laughter.

“Aly your turn now.” Becca added as the laughter subsided. Aly crawled over and took her time to look up and down Erin. Her belly and mound glistened with saliva.

“Ha! You’re all wet!” Aly laughed. The kids responded with laughter and Shianne, who was near Aly, leaned in.

“Mmm, me too.” She whispered in Aly’s ear. Aly’s stomach fluttered as she looked over at Shianne. Shianne smiled and winked at her. She patted Aly on her bum as she continued her crawl and arrived beside Erin.

“It’s just slobber, it’s no different from making out with someone.” Erin sassed and the group laughed.

Aly playfully stuck her tongue out at Erin who replied by doing the same. Aly smiled and looked back down. Erin now had her legs parted slightly where she lay, Aly placed her right hand on the mattress between Erin’s open thighs and propped herself up, she leaned over Erin’s body and planted her raspberry on Erin’s opposing side. This was a very ticklish spot and Erin twitched and convulsed beneath Aly. Erin shifted and shook, her crotch gently bumping Aly’s forearm. Aly loved the feeling of the naked body wiggling beneath her, but soon enough, she was out of breath and sat up. Erin huffed her breathing and relaxed beneath Aly. Aly backed away and sat in the circle, leaving Erin sprawled out, mostly naked, breathing heavily in the centre as the group surrounded her.

“Urgh.” Erin exhaled exhausted and rolled over and crawled back to her place, her gown unraveled and draped back over her slim figure. She sat back in the circle and huffed in completion.

“My turn!” Suzy broke the silence.

All eyes went to her.

“Umm. Alex! Ask me a truth!” Suzy said.

“Hm. Where is your most ticklish spot?” Alex asked.

“Hmm. That’s a tough one.” Suzy thought aloud.

“Oh c’mon. I tickled you last night! You’re very ticklish.” Erin stated.

“I know I am! But I’m trying to think of my MOST ticklish spot!” Suzy laughed.

“Umm, probably my sides or…” Suzy added then trailed off.

“Or where?” Becca pryed.

“Ummm… between my legs… like between my cooter and my bum.” She answered shyly, followed by a giggle.

“Ooo! I’ll have to see what place is the most ticklish later!” Erin laughed out loud and teased Suzy, who just giggled back at her.

“Is that my dare?” Suzy asked Erin.

“No, that’s just fun later. Do you want me to think of a dare?” Erin replied.

“Go ahead.” Suzy said.

“Hm. I dare you… to… um…” Erin thought aloud.

“Do a headstand for 2 whole minutes.” Erin said.

“Oh that’s easy!” Suzy smiled and walked over to the edge of the room, so she wasn’t on the mattress. She placed a pillow down and rested her forearms on the floor. She placed her head down on the pillow, it took a few jumps but she finally got vertical, she held herself up with a slight lean to a bunk bed frame. .

“Time starts now!” Erin said. Suzy’s nightgown fell and her body came into view, the gown gracefully fell and covered Suzy’s face.

“Oh darn!” Suzy laughed out as her face was now covered and her body was on display for the onlookers she could no longer see. The kids laughed and giggled at the funny sight.

“Haha! I knew that would happen!” Erin cheered and laughed.

The group made comments about how good Suzy was at doing her headstand. Suzy showed off, waving her legs around and doing the splits upside down. Her sporty curves looked so sexy. Her muscular legs and bum flexed with her movements.

“That’s so hot. Wish I could do that!” Shianne whispered to Aly.

“Me too!” Aly responded.

“Wish I could or you could?” Shianne said and nudged Aly.

“Maybe both.” Aly answered back without thinking. She bit her bottom lip at her honesty but felt a surge of sexual pleasure course throughout her.

“Mmm.” Shianne moaned back, inhaling sensually.

“How much longer?!” Suzy asked, muffled from behind the clothes in her face. Her body was shaking slightly.

“Like 15 more seconds.” Erin answered.

“You can do it!” Becca cheered her on.

Erin stood up quietly and signalled to everyone a ‘Shhh’. She tip toed over to Suzy, trying not to creak on the wood floor. She turned and gave the group one last smile before reaching out and tickling Suzy right on her perineum. Her fingers brushed her pussy lips and the start of her bum cheeks. Suzy wiggled and giggled her balance unsteady. Erin gripped one of Suzy’s legs and held her upright as best she could as she ‘tickled’ her. Aly’s eyes widened and her own pussy tingled at the sight. Shianne audibly gasped and moaned. Suzy then came crashing down and Erin tumbled with her. They laughed and the group joined in.

“You are really ticklish there!” Erin stated through laughter.

“See! I told you!” Suzy laughed back.

“Did I make it two minutes?” Suzy asked as she untangled herself from Erin.

“Close enough.” Erin giggled and they rejoined the circle.

“Oh man. This game is getting interesting.” Shianne whisper moaned and nudged Aly again.

“Mmhmm.” Was the response she got, as Aly was still in shock but loving it.

“Becca, you’re next.” Suzy said, unfazed.

“Ok. Shianne, ask me a truth.” Becca replied.

Shianne was caught up in the sights and cleared her throat before answering.

“Hm. Have you ever. Seen a naked boy?” Shianne asked with her eyebrow raised. The kids reacted with ‘Oos’.

“Yes I have.” Becca stated proudly.

The group gasped and giggled.

“Who?” Erin added quickly.

“That wasn’t part of the question, but if you must know. My sister’s boyfriend.” Becca stated.

“How?” Suzy asked. Becca knew that her truth was done but she added more depth, she liked the responses she was receiving.

“My sister showed me pictures on her phone.” Becca answered.

“Well that shouldn’t count. It was only pictures, not real life.” Erin opposed.

“It was real life.” Becca sassed back.

“I mean not in person.” Erin answered back.

“Well fine. I also have seen a naked boy in person.” Becca added and crossed her arms to prove her point.

“Who?” Suzy asked again.

“My dad.” Becca said, a bit less proud.

“Now that counts! Did he know?” Erin asked. Becca smiled.

“Yeah. I’ve seen him change his clothes and while he was in shower. He didn’t seem to mind.” Becca explained.

“So you would go to a naked beach with your parents.” Suzy said, half questioning, half stating.

Becca just blushed and shrugged.

“Ok! Dare time!” Erin said excitedly.

“Ok. Um. Alex! Give me a dare!” Becca said and eyed Alex.

“Hmm. Ok! I dare you to dance like your sister.” Alex answered shyly.

“I already did that.” Becca answered back.

“No. Like your sister does.” Alex added even more shyly and blushed.

“She means naked!” Erin beamed.

Alex blushed more and nodded with a smile.

“Ok.” Becca agreed and giggled. She stood up and started to sway her hips again, like she did before. She slowly turned in a circle and ran her hands up and down her body, she pulled her nightgown up and down, flashing her panties. She turned again and slowly pulled down her panties. She almost tripped as she tried to dance out of them. She giggled. She continued to sway and continued to pull her nightgown up and down.

Aly watched without blinking and her pussy tingled with the seducing strip tease. She felt urged to act on her sexual cravings, but held off. Then Shianne gripped Aly’s thigh. Shianne squeezed and caressed Aly’s bare leg. She edged closer up to Aly’s snatch and Aly didn’t stop her. She could hear Shianne moaning under her breath as she kneaded Aly’s thigh.

Becca twirled in a circle and pulled up her nightgown, and in one fluent movement she tossed her nightgown off to the side. She closed her eyes and messed her hair up as she swayed her hips, free of clothing. She bent her knees and dipped low and back up. She ran her hands up and down her exposed skin. And completed her dance. She bowed to the applause of the group. She threw her gown back on but chose to not put her panties back on.

Shianne kept her hand on Aly’s thigh for a moment, and then quickly cupped her hand and brushed Aly’s panty covered pussy, with enough pressure to cause Aly to shudder. Shianne smiled and placed her hand back on Aly’s thigh.

“Aly, you’re turn.” Becca said as she returned to the circle.

“Ok. Hmm. Shianne? Give me a truth.” Aly responded. She wasn’t sure why she didn’t ask one of the kids. Maybe she subconsciously thought Shianne would ask a good truth. Also with Shianne touching her, she was the only one Aly was currently thinking of.

“Hm. What’s a recent regret you have?” Shianne asked. Aly was shocked by the insightful question, but Aly’s mind was flooded with small regrets, most though were too sexual to share. After a few moments Aly conjured up an answer.

“Umm. I guess back when we saw Selina and her group in the shower. I, uh.. hugged Selina goodbye, I uh…” Aly second guessed her answer and tripped over her words.

“You regret hugging her?” Shianne asked sounding saddened.

“Oh, no, well.. Not exactly.” Aly stammered. The group looked at her confused.

“I mean, she was nude and I was, ahem, clothed.” Aly mumbled.

“You are upset you hugged a naked girl?” Erin asked, sounding shocked.

“No. I guess I just kinda wished… I was naked too.” Aly finally blurted out.

“Ooo! Naked hugs!” Suzy cheered excitedly.

“Naked hugs are the best!” Erin shouted.

“I agree!” Shianne added and smiled at the group and Aly.

“Well maybe you will get another chance.” Becca added hopefully. Aly’s stomach fluttered at the thought.

“Can I ask the dare? I thought of a good one!” Suzy asked quickly.

“Um, yeah, I guess.” Aly answered back, in her state of sexually fueled confusion.

“I dare you to naked hug Shianne!” Suzy stated boldly.

“Mm. That is a good one.” Shianne whispered. But the others over heard and giggled.

“Umm.” Aly said while looking at their expectant faces then to Shianne’s smile.

“C’mon! You know you want to! I do too!” Shianne said and smiled sensually. She jumped to her feet and stripped down quickly. She put her hands on her hips and looked down at Aly. Aly smiled coyly at the group and stood up. She stripped off her clothes and stepped close to Shianne. She closed her eyes as she reached open armed towards Shianne. Shianne responded by leaning in and wrapping her arms around Aly. Once they had embraced each other, Aly realized she wasn’t too close to Shianne and they both awkwardly leaned in to hug. Their chests were close but there was a significant gap between their hips and waists. Shianne nudged a step closer and Aly stepped in even more. Their lower stomachs and waists made contact and they tightened their hug. They gently squeezed each others soft nude bodies. Shianne exhaled a small closed mouth moan in Aly’s ear. Aly responded with a moan of her own. Her body was warm and surges of heightened tingles coursed throughout her body, ending between her legs. She felt herself moisten and her pussy felt like it was twitching. Every feeling seemed more intensified, from deep within her, out to her nerve endings and exited at the skin on skin contact. Every breath Shianne took in and out was felt through Aly’s chest. Shianne slowly started to run her hands up and down Aly’s back, and Aly responded by mimicking the action. Their touch going lower and lower every move. Until they both made contact with each others upper bum cheeks. They moved a bit lower and mirrored each other’s touch. They gave each other’s pert bottoms a quick squeeze before stepping a half step back and ending the hug. They opened their eyes and looked into the opposing gaze. They smiled sensually and Shianne bit her lower lip lightly.

The sounds of their surroundings slowly came back to reality and they glanced around and peripherally saw many other eyes upon them. Aly felt an electric shock travel up her spine. She had goosebumps. She felt a thrill from the contact and the display. She swallowed and accepted the exhibitionist accomplishment. Aly knew then and there that she wanted more from Shianne. She smiled to herself as her mind raced with inevitable possibilities.

The mood was then lightened as the kids clapped and applauded the completion of her ‘dare’. Aly sat back down in the circle lost in thought and within her obliviousness, forgot to get dressed again.

“Are you staying naked?” Erin asked.

“Oh, oops, I totally forgot.” Aly stumbled a creaky voiced response.

“I’m not complaining.” Shianne said in a sultry tone.

“Me neither.” Erin added with a cute innocence.

Both Shianne and Aly dressed, reluctantly. Aly opted to not put her panties back on.

“Ok Shianne, you’re turn!” Becca brought the duo back into ‘the game’.

“Ok. Becca, why don’t you ask me a truth.” Shianne replied as she sat in the circle, almost cuddling Aly.

“Have you ever had…” Becca started to ask.

“S-E-X?” She finished in a whisper.

Aly coughed out and cleared her throat in anticipation of how Shianne will answer.

“With a boy or a girl?” Shianne asked back without skipping a beat.

“Girls can’t have sex with other girls.” Suzy stated quickly and loudly.

“Actually, yes they can.” Shianne calmly responded.

“Don’t boys have to stick their, you know, wiener, in a girl to have sex?” Erin followed up.

“That’s one way, but there are many different ways for people to have sex. Boys with girls, girls with girls and even boys with other boys.” Shianne said teacherly.

“That’s weird.” Erin said, scrunching her face.

“But kind of interesting.” She added with a hopeful grin.

“But you need a boy and a girl to make a baby.” Suzy stated.

“Yes. But sex isn’t just for making babies.” Shianne answered back.

“My mom and dad have sex all the time and I don’t have any brothers or sisters.” Erin said matter-of-factly.

“Yes, people have sex because it feels good.” Shianne added which caused sly grins around the room.

“So have you? With boys or girls?” Becca reasked her ‘truth’ question.

“I haven’t with a boy.” Shianne answered honestly.

“But I have with a girl.” Shianne added, and the kid’s eyes and mouths widened.

“So you don’t like boys?” Becca asked.

“Haha. I actually like boys and girls.” Shianne laughed out.

“This is a lot of truths!” Shianne giggled again.

“Well I think I like boys and girls too.” Erin added.

“Me too!” Suzy added. The group laughed out again.

“Now, hmm. Who to choose to give me a dare.” Shianne thought aloud, she looked around the room. The kids all gave her pleading eyes.

“Well Aly hasn’t dared anyone yet.” Becca announced, referring to ‘fair game’.

“Well Aly, wanna dare me?” Shianne looked at Aly with a sensual smile.

Aly’s mind was numb for a dare. She knew she wanted to ‘dare’ her to do a lot, but most she deemed improper. Or selfish.

“Hmm. Any ideas girls?” Aly looked around the room, trying to calm herself.

Some of the kids started giving suggestions, most were blurred out by all the voices and Aly’s subconscious.

“Why don’t you all just go in order and come up with a dare by saying the first thing to come into your head, one word at a time?” Shianne suggested. This was a very ballsy thing to suggest but Aly agreed and hoped for a good result. She just wasn’t sure what ‘good’ result she wanted.

“I’ll start!” Suzy perked up.

Suzy: “We-“

Becca: “Dare-“

Aly: “You-

Alex: “To-“

Erin” “Sex-“

Suzy: “With-“

Becca: “Pillow!”

“Pillow!?” Suzy yelled then burst into laughter.

“I don’t know. I panicked and that was the first thing that popped into my head. There’s pillows everywhere.” Becca laughed out and picked up a pillow and buried her face in it as she continued to laugh.

“How is she going to have sex with a pillow?” Erin joined in laughing hysterically.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have her have sex-” Aly’s statement was cut off by Shianne ‘shushing’ her.

“You know you want me to demonstrate how to masturbate with a pillow.” She whispered to Aly, not audible to the others as they laughed. Aly held her breath for a moment, trying to compose herself.

Shianne stood up.

“A dare is a dare.” She said and winked at the on looking crowd.

“How can you have sex with a pillow?” Suzy asked.

“I’ll show you.” Shianne replied back, she pulled off her panties but left her top on. She grabbed her pillow and placed it on its side in the centre of the circle. She brushed out the wrinkles and slowly lifted her leg and straddled it. She looked downwards as she started slowly rocking on it. She closed her eyes. Aly assumed she was using her imagination to aid her arousal. She started to take deeper breaths. The group was silent as they watched. Shianne gyrated her hips and started to moan out quietly. After a few moments in this position, she leaned back a bit and placed her finger against her clit and massaged herself. Her mouth hung open slightly, her moans more audible. She gripped the pillow tightly with her other hand. She put more weight on the firm pillow and continued with a mixture of her hand and pillow against her pussy. Her eyes stayed shut. Aly looked as best she could to see the contact, but she was behind Shianne. She got a good view of her bum though as she tensed her cheeks with her rocking. Then in one fluent movement she removed her hand and bent forward, she humped the pillow more aggressively as she planted her hands on the mattress in front of her. Aly stared directly at her snatch from behind as she bent forward. Aly felt the urge to reach out and touch her, but didn’t want to end the demonstration. Aly looked around at the faces staring at Shianne. Everyone was focused on the display, oblivious to everything else. Aly shifted her position and sat to her side. She lifted one leg up and planted her foot. She reached down under her open nightgown and lightly ran her hand over her pussy. She shuddered with the touch and put more pressure on herself. She slid her finger up and down her slit, she was wet. Very wet. She cupped her smooth pussy and stuck her middle finger inside her as deep as she could in this position. She lost most of her control of trying to be sneaky and fingered herself as she watched Shianne. Because of where Shianne was, no one in front of her could see Aly and the ones who sat closest to Aly had their eyes locked on Shianne. Aly moaned more audibly then she expected but didn’t hold back her movements. She took her wet finger out of her pussy and circled her swollen clit. Her spine tingled and her body shook with the intense pleasure. Aly’s jaw dropped. Her moans became louder.

Then the panic set in. ‘What was she doing?’

She was masturbating while watching another girl masturbate in front of a group of kid campers.

But to Aly’s surprise, the panic transitioned to pleasure and fueled a deep guttural groan.

Aly exhaled.

Her eyes widened as the group of eyes shifted to her. Erin and Suzy, who were previously hidden by Shianne also tilted their heads and looked directly at Aly. Shianne lifted her head to look over her shoulder at Aly. Shianne’s face was flushed, her eyes now open, and she smiled lustfully at Aly. Shianne continued to rock herself as they all stared back at Aly, who couldn’t force herself to cease her own display of self pleasure.

“Shianne started a fire in Aly’s loins!” Suzy cheered.

Shianne dismounted her pillow, Aly noticed the wet spot on the pillowcase. Shianne crawled seductively towards Aly, who continued her fingered onslaught on her pussy. Aly’s eyes and expression were glossed over. Shianne crawled close, exhaling upon approach, leaned in, and kissed Aly on her lips. It seemed like all the nerves throughout her body congregated on her lips and her clit. She shuddered and hazed back into reality. Her movements slowed and her hand stopped, still cupping her bare pussy. Shianne ended the kiss, and backed an inch away.

“Later we will continue.” Shianne seductively whispered, her warm breath lingered on Aly’s wet lips.

The group slowly gathered back comfortably in the circle. Aly’s blurred reality came back into solidified conciousness. The group smiled awkwardly at eachother.

“Umm. Alex it’s your turn.” Becca cleared her throat and brought the situation back in order after a long awkward silence.

Aly’s mind cleared and she got very nervous.

Alex’s turn was next. And with the way the game had been escalating, Aly felt like his ‘secret’ was in danger of being revealed.

“Umm. Maybe we should pause our game because dinner is soon.” Aly said, with uncertainty in her voice. The kids responded by begrudgedly groaning.

“Can’t Alex just take a quick turn?” Becca pleaded.

Aly looked at the time and saw they still had about 20 minutes. She hummed and hawed.

“Just a quick turn?” Alex asked.

“Are you sure?” Aly mouthed back, even though everyone was looking at her.

Alex nodded with a cute smile.

“Umm, Erin- ask me a truth.” Alex said, turning to face the rest of the group.

“Hmm.” Erin started.

“What are you hiding in your shorts?” Erin asked. Aly jolted her head back at the shock of such a direct question.

“Umm.” Alex stated, just as shocked as Aly. Shianne huffed a giggle.

“I mean, I saw something poking out earlier. And once and awhile I still see it. I just want to know what it is.” Erin asked innocently. Aly felt as though her heart was going to beat right out of her chest. Her eardrums echoed to sound of each beat.

“I uh, umm.” Alex stumbled out and was the only one to make a sound.

“Aly can I tell them?” Alex whispered, but was audible to the others.

“Umm.” Aly panicked her response. She wanted to be prepared to tell the girls, but now that the time had seemingly come, she wasn’t sure how to explain it intelligently. Especially in such a current state of sexually fueled expression and experimentation.

“Or you could just show us? That could be your dare.” Suzy added, thinking that it was something that could just be removed and shown.

The kids had no idea.

“Can we just tell them?” Alex asked again in more of a plea.

“Tell us what?” Becca asked.

“Ok girls.” Aly attempted her teacherly voice and continued.

“If we share a secret, it needs to stay a secret. No one beyond this cabin can know.” She said as she looked throughout the group.

“I’m really good at keeping secrets.” Erin professed proudly.

Aly smiled as the girls promised in turn.

Aly took a deep breath.

“Ok girls. First off this won’t change anything. But there is something, different, about Alex.” Aly explained calmly.

“Everyone is different, everyone is special.” Erin insightfully added. This caused Aly to smile.

“That’s right Erin. And as friends, we all should love each other, every special part of each of us.” Aly drew for a lesson, but also was negligent to jump right to the point.

“No matter what Alex, you are our friend and nothing will change that.” Suzy spoke to Alex, who blushed and smiled back.

“So we all know that camp is fun right? And we wouldn’t want anyone to miss out on all the fun right?” Aly questioned.

“Camp is really fun!” Becca said.

“Wait! Are we in trouble?” Becca added with a panicked frown.

“No no, not at all. But we need to keep a secret so no one does get in trouble, ok?” Aly answered.

The kids sat silently, nodding and looking between Alex and Aly.

“Alex’s family couldn’t afford another camp so Alex came here. And Alex isn’t like the rest of us.” Aly spoke honestly.

“She’s poor?” Becca asked.

“She’s shy?” Suzy added.

“She’s not a she.” Shianne blurted out. The girl’s all reacted silently, with confused faces.

“What?!” Becca spoke, breaking the silence.

“Alex is a boy, not a girl.” Aly said.

The kids registered the new information.

“Really?!” Erin asked, sounding almost excited.

“Yeah. My parents told me to keep it a secret, but Aly found out and I wanted our group to know.” Alex said shyly.

“He’s seen me naked!” Becca stated with wide eyes.

“He’s seen all of us naked.” Suzy added.

“Now girls, that shouldn’t matter. I know it’s new but you didn’t care before and you shouldn’t care now.” Aly tried to reason with them. Not knowing if they were mad or not.

“Please don’t get upset. It’s a difficult situation for Alex and he just wants to experience camp, the same as all of you.” Shianne added, helping out as best she could.

“I like Alex, I’ll keep her, I mean, his secret. I don’t want him to get kicked out of camp!” Erin said and crawled over to Alex and gave him a big hug. He tilted his head and smiled, hugging her back.

“Yeah! We shouldn’t be mad, it’s not his fault.” Suzy added and smiled kindly at him.

“I’m not mad, it’s just…” Becca trailed off.

“It’s just what?” Alex asked concerned.

“Well it’s just…it’s just not fair.” Becca answered back quietly.

“What do you mean not fair?” Aly asked before thinking of possible answers.

“Well you’ve seen us naked, but we haven’t seen you, y’know, naked.” Becca replied directly to Alex.

“Yeah! That is not fair.” Erin leaned back from hugging Alex and glanced at him sternly before smiling and giggling.

“Now we shouldn’t pressure Alex into anything.” Aly stated.

“But I kissed him, what if I only kiss girls.” Erin gawked looking back at Aly.

“Ok, but we-” Aly started to speak but was cut off.

“It’s ok. They know now, so I guess it doesn’t matter.” Alex said with confidence.

All the kids giggled and smiled joyfully.

Alex stirred in his sitting position, since Erin was pretty much on his lap. She leaned off him and knelt before him as he stood up. Alex glanced around the room and blushed a smile.

“Don’t be a scaredy cat now! Show us your willy!” Erin giggled out. Alex smiled bigger and blushed more. He fiddled his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts.

Everyone was staring directly at his crotch, except for Aly who looked at his cute blushing face, unable to speak.

“C’mon already!” Erin blurted out and quickly reached forward and pulled his shorts down. She sat back wide-eyed and smiling as his little flaccid member wiggled from the shuffle of Erin pantsing him. All eyes focused in on his smooth boyhood. Aly flashed her eyes down and back up to see Alex coyly smiling, without a hint of embarrassment. She breathed a sigh of relief and looked back down at his package. Silence surrounded them as they all intently took in every detail of the new sight.

“I like your wiener Alex.” Becca said.

“Me too!” Both Erin and Suzy said at the same time.

“Well girls, as much fun as this was, our game is over and we need to head to dinner.” Aly announced and the girls groaned in displeasure.

Alex smiled and leaned down to pull up his shorts. Just before he had them back in place Erin reached out and stopped his hands.

“Just wait.” She said.

“I’ll see you later.” Erin whispered close to Alex’s crotch and she giggled. Alex chuckled and pulled his shorts up to cover himself. The girls quickly dressed back into clothes for dinner.

“Alex do you want to wear a dress? Girls wear dresses.” Becca asked as Alex was still wearing shorts and a t shirt.

“Yeah. I think you should!” Suzy added.

“I guess.” Alex agreed with a shrug. All eyes watched him as he undressed before them, with no inhibitions. He pulled on a pair of bikini type panties, arranging his willy in them. He held out a hand to Becca, who broke her stare and handed him a summer dress. He awkwardly put in on.

“I’ve never worn a dress before.” He giggled at he modeled.

“Very cute!” Shianne added with a light hip check. Then the group headed out to the dinner hall.

To be continued.

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Caitlyn gets some of Lauren

Team Photos 3 – Caitlyn

What was that?

I was still riding the waves of bliss after cumming so hard, but I could swear that I saw the bathroom door closing. Did Alex just come in? Was he watching me? That dirty perv! Can’t a girl get off in private?

I didn’t know whether to be disgusted or turned on. I loved showing off and exposing myself to Lauren, but this was different, it was Alex. I didn’t want him, I wanted my sweet, innocent little sister. I continued to think about it as I got out of the shower, grabbed my towel and went into our bedroom.

Damn, she was already dressed, another opportunity missed. Lauren was lying face down on the bed reading a book, she was wearing a rather short skirt that drifted around her thighs and I could see the pink of her panties and the round curves of her ass. Man, I had just had an amazing orgasm and already I was craving more. How could she make me feel this way and she didn’t even have to do anything?

Ever since that night when she caught me masturbating and I taught her how to do it, I couldn’t get her out of my mind. I constantly flirted with her, walking around naked, bending over in front her, getting her to look at me naked while choosing clothes. But none of it seemed to work, I couldn’t seem to get her in a position to play again. How was I going to do it? These are the thoughts that constantly plagued me.

“Hey Lauren, what ya reading?” I asked as I started drying my hair, adding an extra bit of vigour to make my boobs shake.

“Just some stupid book for school, why do we have to read this crap? Can’t they give us something cool like game of thrones to read?”

She looked over at me and I stared her straight in the eyes as I lowered the towel and started rubbing one of my breasts, biting my lip as I did so. She barely seemed to notice as she sat up and threw the book back on the bed. I sighed, that always works in movies, so why not for me? She looked so cute sitting there in her little skirt and tight little top, nipples pointing straight at me. Damn, she was irresistible. She was going to break so many hearts; including mine with the way things were going.

I decided to just get dressed, it would give me another chance to try and tease Lauren and even if nothing happened I still got a thrill out of it. I walked over to my chest of drawers and bent over, keeping one leg straight, pointing my ass directly at Lauren. I imagined her coming over to me and dropping down to her knees, placing her hands on both cheeks of my butt, spreading them apart. I could almost feel the cool air against my hot pussy and ass.

A shiver went up my spine as I stood up, holding a skimpy little black pair. I stepped into it and slowly slid it up my legs, my nipples were tingling and I could feel a slow throb in my pussy, I was so turned on! I pulled my panties up nice and snug, loving the feel of the cotton against my clean shaven pussy. I turned around and was disappointed to see that Lauren wasn’t paying any attention to me; in fact she was just opening the door.

I gasped “Lauren! I’m naked”

She turned back, looking at me “So?” she laughed and walked out, leaving the door wide open. The next words out of her mouth made me jump for the door.

“Hey Alex, Caitlyn wanted to show you something.”

Oh my god, I rushed to the door but I was too late. Alex was just about to walk in; if I wasn’t so embarrassed I would have burst out laughing at the look on his face. His mouth was hanging open and his eyes darted up and down my body, until they settled on my naked breasts, still jiggling from my dash across the room. I grabbed the door and slammed it in his face. My heart was hammering and my legs were shaking. Had I just given my brother a double dose in one day? I’m sure he had been spying on me in the shower and now he had gotten an up close and personal look at me.

Damn Lauren! I was going to get her back for this, if it was the last thing I did.

That evening we were all sitting down for dinner, Mum and dad at opposite ends of the table, Alex on one side and Lauren and I on the other. Alex kept staring at me, just like he had been doing all afternoon. He had a knowing smirk on his face that was infuriating me, just how much had he seen in the shower? I had planned on confronting him, but just couldn’t find the right time for it; somehow I didn’t think there was ever going to be a right time for that conversation.

Next week mum and dad were going away for a long weekend for their anniversary and we were going to be staying with our Aunt and Uncle. Mum told us that our Uncle was going to be in hospital getting an operation on his knee so we would be staying at home with Alex in charge and our Aunt would be coming over to check on his.

Alex and Lauren were ecstatic, but I didn’t know what to think. What was going to happen with Alex in charge? Dad gave his usual boring speech about how important trust was and how he hoped he could trust us not to do anything stupid while they were away and how we had to listen to Alex and do what he told us. Yeah right, I thought, no way was I going to let that perv tell me what to do. Lauren and I were going to be running this house and he would be doing our bidding if I had any say in the matter. We all assured them that yes we would and now we wouldn’t, blah, blah ,blah.

I almost jumped as I felt something scratch my foot, then I realized it was just Laurens foot. But then I thought why her foot was so far over that it was touching me, not that I minded but I was surprised. I could hear our dog, Dusty slobbering away under the table. That dog was gross, he was a big chocolate coloured Labrador and whenever he was under the table you could always hear him slobbering.

“Lauren, stop giving Dusty scraps. He’ll get fat if you feed him too much” Mum said in a disapproving voice. She was always telling Lauren not to feed him.

“I’m not giving him any of my food mum” was Lauren’s immediate reply. For once I believed her. She was sitting really close to the table as she always did and I’m sure I would have noticed if she had slipped food under the table. But I could still hear Dusty slobbering away and Lauren was squirming in her seat. What was going on? I couldn’t see anything, the table cloth hung down too far for me to see under it.

I moved my foot across and felt Laurens leg against mine; she barely seemed to notice and didn’t look at me, so I kept going. Her skin was so smooth I couldn’t resist sliding my foot down her calf until I reached her foot and then I really did jump. I felt Dusty’s tongue slide over my toes, EWWW!

“Caitlyn! What are you doing?” my dad demanded.
“Sorry dad, I just had a cramp in my foot.”
“Well sit still, some of us are trying to eat and would prefer to do it without you jumping around”

I looked down at my plate and went back to eating, I didn’t want dad angry at me. If there was one thing he hated it was bad table manners. Weird huh?

My mind churned, why was Dusty licking Lauren’s feet, better yet why was she letting him? I cast a few surreptitious glances at her, but she seemed to be ignoring me and I couldn’t hear Dusty any more so he must have stopped. After dinner we went back to our room on instruction to finish any weekend homework we had.

“What were you doing? Why was Dusty licking your feet?” I demanded as soon as the door closed behind us.
“What’s wrong with it? It feels nice and he likes licking my….feet”

There was a definite pause before she said feet. What else was he licking? Was our damn dog getting at Lauren’s pussy before me? Was I being cheated out of her charms by a stupid dog?!? I hadn’t really thought about licking her feet, her pussy and tits yes, but not her feet. But the thought was certainly sending a rush of heat through my body.

“What else have you been doing with him?” I demanded. “Tell me!”

She was looking down at the floor, so I grabbed her chin and made her look me in the eye. I felt a little foolish, since she was bigger than me, but I was the older sister here and I wanted answers.

“He likes to lick things” she mumbled.
“What things?” my voice came out a little husky, I was definitely getting turned on, thinking about what she might have been doing.
“He licks my pussy” she whispered.

I could barely hear her, she spoke so quietly. I decided this was my chance, if I couldn’t get Lauren back into my bed now, while she was in this position then I would never get her.

“He licks what Lauren? Speak up, I want to hear you say it” I still had hold of her chin and I tightened my grip, keeping her eyes on mine as I stepped closer to her, our bodies almost touching.

“He licks my pussy alright! Is that what you wanted to hear? You made me like this and now I can’t stop!”
“I started you on this? How did I make you do something so disgusting with our dog?”
I could see tears forming in her eyes and my heart went out to her, but I was determined to see this through.

“You touched me and made me cum and now I can’t stop, if I don’t cum every day I feel like I’ll explode. And sometimes it just takes so long using my fingers and Dusty’s tongue is so long and he never tires of licking.”

I was shocked, she blamed me for this? She was getting off every day and I had no idea? How could I not have noticed? I wavered for a second; almost giving in to my sisterly instincts to comfort her, but my lust overrode my mind.

I suddenly pushed her and she fell backwards onto her bed, a look of shock on her face. I quickly jumped on top of her and sat on her stomach before she could get back up.

“Is this what he licks?” I asked as I reached back, flipped her skirt out of the way and placed my hand over her panty clad pussy. I could feel the heat radiating from her, was she as turned on as I was?

“Caitlyn, stop it, get off me!” she struggled, but it seemed a little half-hearted to me. She should have been able to throw me off easily; she had certainly done it before when we wrestled. I don’t know what had come over me, I had never felt an urge to dominate Lauren, but I couldn’t deny the rush I felt. The feeling of my pussy against her taut stomach separated only by the thin material of my panties, not being able to see it, my skirt covering us. Her nipples pointing up at me, the look in her eyes and the knowledge that after a long year I was finally getting my hands on Laurens sweet, sweet body again.

I ran my hand up and down her panties, feeling an undeniable level of moist heat coming thru. I pushed them to the side and slid a finger between her lips, coating it in her juices. My god, she was almost dripping! I brought my hand back and held it up between us, we could both see the glistening moisture on my finger and we both knew where it had come from.

“Is this what he likes to lick? Does he suck up all the juices from your sweet little pussy?” I stuck my tongue out and licked my finger, a shiver went thru my body as I tasted my sweet little sister for the first time.

“Yes he does, he licks me there all the time. Do you want to lick me too?” She asked me in a breathy little voice.

At that point I’m not sure which of us was in control, was I dominating her or was she doing it to me? I didn’t really care, I just wanted my hands on her body. I scooted down until my butt was above her pussy and grabbed her shirt, tugging it up her body. She sat up and raised her arms above her head and I finally tugged it free. For a moment I just sat there and stared at her puffy little boobs, capped with dark nipples that stuck out at least a centimetre.

My hands seemed to move of their own accord, sliding across her smooth skin until I could feel her hard nipples against my palms. She gave a sharp intake of breath and moaned, I felt her hands rubbing along my legs until she grasped my ass and squeezed.

My dreams were coming true, I had my hands on her and better yet, her hands were on me too! I leant down, my pony tail falling off the side, causing her to giggle as it tickled her face. I quickly stopped that when I lightly brushed my lips against hers, feeling her breath entering me, my heart quickening at the touch. I stuck my tongue out and licked at her upper lip, her hands squeezed my ass harder, pushing me upwards and our mouths mashed together. My tongue slid between her lips and found her tongue waiting for me.

I stretched my legs out until I was lying flat on top of her, my legs spread wide with hers between mine. Her hands never left my butt, squeezing and rubbing my cheeks, sliding under my panties, until I could feel her fingers digging in between my butt cheeks. I pulled my mouth away from hers and gasped when I felt one of her fingers rub over my asshole and the other hand going further down towards my pussy.

“Do you like that Caitlyn? You always seem to like showing me your butt” she said as she tried to push a finger into my ass.

“Ow Lauren, don’t, that’s….ohhhh ahhhhh” my protestations stopped as her other hand slipped a finger into my dripping pussy. I stopped complaining and let her do whatever she wanted; this was too amazing to stop for any reason. I went back to kissing her, rubbing her nipples as she began to finger my pussy and continue prodding at my asshole. I was too tight for her to get a finger in, but that didn’t stop her from trying as she continued to rub and tease me.

I let out a moan of disappointment as her hands slid up my back wrapping around me and hugging me tight, then with a quick surge she rolled us over and now I was under her, I could feel her groin pushed hard against me as she began pulling at my top. I sat up and yanked it over my head, then tried to push my skirt and panties off. Lauren stood up and pulled off her remaining clothes then grabbing my own and pulling them down my legs.

I couldn’t believe it, there I was completely naked, turned on beyond belief and my beautiful sister, equally naked standing between my legs looking down at me. I scooted up higher on the bed until my legs were no longer hanging over the edge and Lauren climbed up, kneeling between my legs.

“What do you want me to do Caitlyn? Do you want me to do what Dusty does to me?” she asked. I’d almost forgotten that this was where our conversation had started, Lauren doing something with our dog. Did I want that? Damn right I did!

“Yes Lauren, please lick me, lick me all over” I practically begged her. My eagerness showing in my quivering voice and the flush that had taken over my skin. I needed this so badly, I was ready for anything.

“Turn over, show me your ass”

I looked at her quizzically for a moment, and then started to roll over. Lauren was between my legs so I had to bring one right up to my chest to do it; she reached out a hand, trailing it across my ass and pussy lips as I rolled over. I couldn’t help but moan at her touch and the thought of what was to come.

Again I felt her hands on my butt, squeezing my cheeks and pulling them apart, I could feel her breath against my skin and her hair tickling my skin. My nipples were rock hard, rubbing against the blankets and I would swear that I must be leaving a wet patch as well. Lauren grabbed me by the hips and pulled me up until I was on my hands and knees, then she pushed down on my back.

“Keep your head down, I don’t want your nipples off that bed and I want that ass up in the air, nice and high.”

I was in no condition to argue, completely defenceless and under her spell. Whatever Lauren wanted I was going to do, as long as she could quench the fire that was burning inside me, I didn’t care what happened.

Her hands began running up and down my thighs, her touch so light it almost tickled. She kept going higher and higher on each stroke until she was going all the way from my knee, up over my butt, along my back until she reached my shoulders then back down again. When she was rubbing my back, I could feel her hips against my thighs and her soft little bush against my butt. Every time I would push back against her, almost like we were actually fucking.

This went on for several minutes until I begged her “Please Lauren, I need it”

“Need what Caitlyn?”
I could hear the smile in her voice, obviously she was enjoying this reversal of our roles, now she was dominant and I was begging for it.

“I need you” I replied.

Her hands stopped and I wondered if I had said something wrong, then I felt her lips on my back. She began kissing her way down my back, leaving light lingering touches of her lips on my skin. I moaned and arched my back further, pushing my butt out more. She laughed again and began kissing all over my butt, her hands moving around and stroking the sides of my breasts.

I was a quivering mess, she had been driving me higher and higher with lust for ages and I still hadn’t come.

“Do you want me to do this?” I almost came right then when I felt her breath on my clit and then her tongue reached out and touched my lips.

“Please, yes, make me cum!”

Then with one long lick from my clit to my asshole I did cum, biting the blanket to keep from screaming I exploded, squirting my juices all over Laurens face as my pussy convulsed and my insides turned inside out. I thought I was going to pass out the pleasure was so intense. Lauren started sucking on my clit and I came again, riding a roller coaster of orgasms I didn’t think would ever stop.

Finally I had to pull away, it was too much. I collapsed forwards, quivering and shaking uncontrollably, trying to regain my senses after the most intense experience I had ever had. Lauren stretched out behind me, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me in tight against her. I could feel her nipples poking me in the back and her bush against my butt.

“Something makes me think you liked that?” she asked.
“How could you tell?” I rolled over, bringing us face to face.
“Your pussy juice all over my face might have been a bit of a giveaway” she laughed.
“Oh my god! I’m so sorry, I’ve never done that before” I was shocked.

I could see wet spots all over her face. I leant forward and licked one off her cheek, yummy! I loved the taste of my pussy and would always lick my fingers clean after fingering myself. Lauren closed her eyes and I started kissing her face, licking up any traces of myself from her skin. We began to kiss again, sliding our hands up and down each other’s sides until we were both cupping a breast and tweaking nipples.

I broke away from the kiss and sat up, Lauren looked at me and I said “your turn!”

A huge smile broke across her face and she immediately got into the position she had me in, tits down, ass up. I wondered where she had got this idea from, was Dusty the reason she wanted to be in ‘Doggy style’ position? That would be a question for another time, but for now I just wanted to grab my sisters’ perfect ass and bury my face in her pussy.

I got behind her and wondered where to start, at a temporary loss for ideas I just copied Lauren, running my hands up and down her legs, then her butt and back. Being shorter than her it was almost funny, it was more like my stomach than my groin that pressed into her ass when I reached all the way along her back but that didn’t stop me. I loved the feel of her skin and the quiet little moans she would make as I touched her.

I couldn’t wait any longer and decided to get down to business. I grabbed a cheek in each and jiggled them around, my sister has a great ass and I always loved staring at it and now I had it in my hands. Lauren moaned her approval as I continued to massage her ass. I pulled her cheeks apart revealing her puckered little asshole and beautiful pussy. Wow, she was so wet, she was actually dripping and I could smell her incredible aroma. I leaned in closer and took a deep breath, my pussy tingled in response, and this is what I had been waiting for.

I dove in, pushing my tongue straight into her little hole. Lauren jerked forward then pushed back hard into my face, pushing my nose into her ass and moaned out my name. I wanted to tease her and make her pay for teasing me for so long. So I moved back and began kissing her thighs and occasionally taking little licks at her pouty lips. Every time I did, she quivered and tried to move her clit towards my mouth. But I kept away, I wanted this to last. What else can I do? I wondered. Oh yeah, she kept trying to finger my ass, so why not do it to her?

I ran one of my fingers along her pussy and pushed it slightly into her tight little hole. She immediately pushed back, trying to get it all in, but I pulled back, just keeping the tip in. She moaned in frustration, “Caitlyn, stop teasing me and finger me already!”

I nearly laughed at that, well Lauren you want it, you’ll get it. I took a finger from my other hand and sucked it into my mouth, getting it nice and slick and then I carefully lined it up. I didn’t want to give her any warning; I wanted to get it in all the way on the first try.

“You want it Lauren? You want me to finger your tight little hole?”
“Yes damn it, I want you to make me cum on your fingers!”

And with that I jammed a finger into both her holes. Lauren cried out as I quickly started pumping my fingers in and out of her asshole and pussy, it only took a few seconds and then I felt her clamp down on my fingers and her whole body shook and Lauren screamed loudly as she sprayed a huge amount of pussy juice all over my hand. I thought I had squirted a lot, but that was a dribble compared to what was gushing from Lauren, she was a real squirter.

Then my heart stopped as I heard mum yell “What the hell are you girls doing? Keep it down in there!”
“Sorry mum, I just dropped a book on my toe” I called back, my heart was in my throat, please mum, don’t come in, DON’T COME IN!

“For god’s sake, be more careful”

I heard her going back downstairs and I started to breathe again. Lauren had fallen forward, a smile on her face and I think she was actually asleep! How the hell could she have fallen asleep at a time like this?

I needed to clean up before mum came back, anyone walking in right now couldn’t mistake the smell of young pussy permeating the room and we were both sticky messes.

I opened the window and shook Lauren until she finally responded. She looked at me with a dreamy smile, “Hey you, that was awesome!”
“Yeah, it was, but we need to clean up, we almost got caught.”
“Ok, let’s go take a shower together”

I walked across the room and opened the bathroom door; I could hear the unmistakeable sound of the other bathroom door closing.

OH SHIT! Had Alex been spying again?

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