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A sluts beginings

This is my first story so all criticism, ideas and complements would be appreciated. All the events are true and the names have been changed for every ones safety.
My name is Cammi, I am 17, 5’6”, and 110 pounds. I am from a small town in almost the middle of nowhere. I live with my two brothers and my father, John. My dad’s name is John and he is in his mid-40’s. My brothers are Mark who is 19 and Shawn who is 23. We own a small plot of land and a few horses and dogs, nothing big but enough to get lost on if you want to. The beginning of my story takes place about one month after I turned 16.
I had just turned 16 and was heading back to school for my junior year. I was excited to see my best friend Sarah. I hadn’t seen her since the end of last school year because she had left to visit her father in California. My brother Mark dropped me off early to school on the first day and not 2 seconds after I walked in Sarah was calling my name. I turned to see her and god she had changed. She has short denim shorts that showed her tanned legs and a tight pink tube top that barely held her tits. I could see her nipples through the tight shirt and was awe struck by the way my normally conservative friend was dressed. She ran over to me and gave me a hug. I felt weird maybe aroused as she squeezed her tits against me. She told me she had a lot to tell me after school, and she would pick me up and we would go for a drive. She ran off to get her schedule right as the bell rang. I spent the whole day barley able to concentrate. My mind was going wild over what she looked like and what she had to tell me.
The bell rang at 1:30 right on the dot and I ran to the parking lot to meet Sarah. She was already in her jeep with the top off smoking a cigarette. I was stunned to see her smoking she couldn’t have changed more. I got in and we started to drive she handed me a cigarette and told me to smoke it. At first I protested but she said that if I wanted to know what she had to tell me I would smoke. I lit the cigarette and took my first puff. It burned and I started to cough. I told her I didn’t like it and she instead that I had to finish it, by the end of the cigarette I was no longer coughing and was getting anxious for her to tell me her story.
We pulled off the road and took a dirt road down to the lake. When we got to the lake she handed me another cigarette and I lit it and started to smoke. We sat there and she told me that she lost her virginity in California and how amazing it was. Then she went on to tell me she had slept with several guys and two girls. I was in shock at what a slut my friend had become. I asked her “are you a lesbian?” She told me no but she does like to fool around with girls. By then I had finished my cigarette and she handed me another, by now I was starting to enjoy smoking. She said she was going for a swim, and started to undress. I covered my eyes but couldn’t help peaking. She was tone head to toe not an ounce of fat on her. Her skin was golden brown and smooth as a babies ass. She stopped when she got down to her bra and panties she stopped and said “stop faking I know you’re watching me”. Then she asked “do you want to see more?” I was shocked and muttered yesss. She unclasped her bra and it fell to the ground exposing her perfect C cups. Then she hooked her fingers into her thong and slowly stepped out of them giving me a full view of her hairless pussy. She didn’t have a tan line on her body and I sat there dumbfounded by how beautiful she was. She ran and jumped into the lake. She yelled back to me “come on bitch, I’m not waiting for ever for you”. I stripped out of my jeans and shirt as fast as I could. I was too modest and embarrassed about my body to strip down any more. As I ran to jump into the lake she got out and stopped me. She said “what the fuck are you doing?” I said I was going swimming. She replied “not like that you’re not”. I was stunned she had never been this aggressive towards me. She almost yelled “get naked you’re going to be my slut”. I started to protest and she slapped me. Right then I knew she meant business and I was going to be her bitch from that moment forward.
I took off my bra exposing by B cups and my small hard nipples, she looked me over and said they would do. I took off my panties exposing my trimmed pussies. She looked at my pussy in disgust and said “you better shave that slut. No one wants to eat a hairy pussy.” I was ashamed and embarrassed. I told her that I would shave my pussy every day to make her happy. Then she told me to start calling her master and to never call her anything else. I said but Sarah…. And she struck me again. Yes master I replied. She told me to suck her nipples. I said yes master as I put her nipple in my mouth. I had never touched a woman before. Heck I barley even kissed a guy. She told me to suck harder and I did I couldn’t help but start feeling myself get aroused. She started to moan and finger her pussy. She grabbed my long brown hair and pulled my face away from her nipple. She told me I was going to eat her pussy and make her cum before she destroyed my cunt. She dragged me over to where we were sitting and lay down. She told me to get to making her cum. I said yes master as I leaned down and moved towards her pussy. I could smell her wet snatch as I got closer. I started to lick her clit when she grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face into her wet snatch. I was licking up her juices as fast as I could. She let out a short moan and told me I was a good slut and I was making her master happy. After a few more minutes of me licking her pussies she exclaimed that she was about to cum. I kept licking and I felt liquid squirt into my mouth. I tried to pull away but she wouldn’t let my face away from her pussy. She told me not to miss a drop and if she sees that I didn’t swallow all of her cum she was going to make me pay.
She released my head and stood up. She saw a wet patch on the towel and said to me “now bitch I am going to have to be rough on you, your little ass is going to have to pay for wasting your masters cum!” She instructed me to lie down and smoke a cigarette and she better not ever catch me without one in my mouth unless my mouth is full of pussy or dick. I immediately lit the cigarette as she walked over to her jeep. I was worried about what she had in store for me. She returned with a black duffle bag. She kneeled down next to me and pulled out a bottle of lube an 11 inch black dildo and a large butt plug. She told me she was going to loosen me up so I can take cock like a pro. Then she looked at the lube and said “since you spilled masters cum you don’t get lube for this one”. She grabbed the dildo and started to push it into my cunt. It was having a hard time fitting because of the girth and she looked me in the eyes and said “enjoy bitch”. Right as she finished saying that she shoved nearly 7 inches of the monster dildo into my cunt. I yelped in pain as it tore through my insides destroying my hymen along the way. I reached down to touch my clit and revive some of the pain but as I did that she slapped me again. “You can only touch yourself when I say you can”. She started to work the monster in and out of my pussy and the pain was slowly replaced with pleasure. A moan slipped from my lips and she said to me “my little slut likes big cock doesn’t she?” I said back “yes master, I love big cock”. Right then I could feel the cock bottom out near my cervix. With 2 more inches to go she kept pushing. I felt so full and right then I came and came and came. I was in a daze as I felt the cock slip out of my now stretched pussy. Now she said time for your ass. She lubed up the butt plug and my ass and forced it into me the pain was intense but as the cone made its way in I couldn’t help but feel like I was becoming a slut. Once it was in she told me to get up and get dressed. Then she told me we were going to take the long way home over the rough roads and I could only remove the plug once I got to my house. I got dressed, stepped into the jeep and she started to drive. The bouncing of the car shoved the plug deeper into my ass and I felt like I might cum again. A few seconds later I did. On that 45 minute drive home I came at least 4 more times. As we reached my long driveway she told me I can keep the plug and dildo just in case. She also handed me a carton of cigarette and told me I have to buy the next one. Then they told me I had an assignment. She told me I had to fuck and boy she told me to and I was never allowed to use condoms or birth control. I said “yes master wandering who I was going to fuck”. Then she told me I had till then next week of school to fuck my brother Shawn. I started the long walk down my driveway towards my house smoking. As I walked away she screamed and “you better shave that nasty pussy SLUT.”
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Forced to be a Fuck Doll III

“You dirty fucking slut. I specifically ordered you not to cum..now look at this mess.” The older man cruelly said while looking down at Ashlynn lying in a puddle of water.
He roughly grabbed her up by her hair and shoved his large dick in her face, “Clean me off, fuck doll.”
Ashlynn, crying again at having orgasmed, started licking at his cock quickly removing all her creamy pussy juice from it. As soon as she was done he ordered back onto the table and pulled out a length of rope from his case. HE tied her hands and arms firmly to the table and then grabbed her legs, folding them over her torso and tied her ankles to her wrists. She was uncomfortable tied with her ass and pussy bare and facing upwards. He reached again into his case and pulled out what seemed to be a small lunch box, reaching inside he pulled out a ziploc bag filled with ice cubes.
“You’ll love this, you nasty cunt.” He smiled as he inserted the first ice cube into her tender and ravaged pussy. Ashlynn squealed and immediately began to buck her hips, as tied as she was she could really only mange to shake her ass and pussy around invitingly.
“See? You love it, you can’t get enough, you disgusting whore.” He placed another ice cube in, and then another, until it seemed her pussy was filled with freezing ice. She began to whine and plead, “Please, take it out, I can’t take it!” She was wiggling around wildly.
“Oh, shut up…you need to get used to the fact that you have no choice anymore…you’re just a piece of fuck meat for me and whoever has the money to pay. And frankly, I’m quite bored with you already…I’ll leave you here like this for the workers to find..I know they love to take liberties with the sloppy goods whenever they can. Maybe I’ll see you again sometime if your next owners don’t completely destroy that cunt of yours.” He slapped her ice filled pussy hard, gathered his stuff, and left.
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Ashlynn lay on the table in shame crying, not knowing whether she wanted the worker men to come find her or not, the ice was starting to melt and she could feel it leaking out of her pussy and form a cold puddle around her. Knowing that the man didn’t even use a condom sickened her..and yet her clit tingled as she remembered her own orgasm. She thought to herself, Am I ever going to be free?
Moments later a man entered the room, one of the workers from earlier but alone this time. As soon as he saw her tied in such a degrading position he started laughing. “Hahaha, Mr. Statler sure likes to have his fun. It still looks like your ass is pretty intact…I guess he wasn’t interested today.” The man walked up to her and put his palm up to her pussy, “Nice and cold…I bet you love that ice in your snatch! Too bad though, cum bucket, we got to get you all cleaned up for tonight. You’ve been invited to a party!” After saying that he forcefully pressed his pal against her lower stomach and the few remaining ice cubes shot out of her pussy and skidded across the floor.
“Home run!!!!”The man laughed as if it were the funniest thing ever and Ashlynn clenched her eyes shut in mortification.
He roughly untied her bonds and dragged her off the table, holding the nape of her neck as if she were a unruly pet. He led her out of the room, down a few hallways and into a large bathroom facility with several shower stalls.
“Alright, get in there as wash up…you liked those ice cubes so much, I’ll let you take a cold shower!” He shoved her into a stall and turned on the water. She yelped as the cold stream hit her and she noticed the man wasn’t budging, just watching her shower. He threw a bar of soap at her and laughed as she scrambled to get it.
Finally after a few minutes and beginning forced to strike degrading poses, her shower was finished. The man had given her some expensive fragranced lotion to put on all over and then gave her some black lace panties to put on.
“What’s going to happen to me now?” She timidly asked the man.
“I told you…you’re going to a party! You’re quite popular, little miss slut. I hope you’ll be friendly for your own sake!” He then put a cloth bag over her head, and covered her with a long coat and then took her threw a door, she felt from air that was outside but she was immediately shoved into a vehicle. Before long she was dragged out, walked up some stairs and was thrown into a room.
The place seemed to be some kind of large penthouse or suite, and very expensive looking. There was a large bar and many cushy chairs and couches. She soon noticed another girl, dressed only in panties as well, sitting on one of the couches.
“Now look here, you got it nice so far…trust me. Unless you want to end up being rabbit fucked by a bunch of greasy truck drivers you’ll do as your told and not be little bitch about it. Now go sit by that other little cunt and try not to get too horny.” He spun her around, pushed her further into room and after slapping her ass left.
The other girl wearily looked at her and moved a bit to make room for Ashlynn. She noticed that they both looked pretty similar, both petite with larger breasts, and pretty faces except for that this other girl was nearly blonde while Ashlynn has black hair. She was going to ask her if she knew where they were or anything at all about the situation, but a large door entered at the opposite end of the room and a crowd of laughing men entered.
“And now, gentlemen, for the entertainment portion of the night!” One of the men said, dressed in an expensive suit. It seemed to Ashlynn that were all clearly drunk.
“Wow, you sure know how to celebrate!” Several of the other men slapped the main one on the back.
The all went to the bar and poured themselves various drinks, Ashlynn counted 12 of them.
“Well, first of all, no pets on the furniture, you sluts!” The main man viciously grabbed each of the girls by one of their nipples and dragged them off the couch. “You’ll be staying on the floor unless we saw otherwise.”
Both of the girls had lost their balance and were now sitting next to each other on the floor in the center of the room. The men gathered around to inspect them. Various hands were reaching out and pinching her nipples, pulling at her hair, and slapping her ass. When they were all satisfied with their observations they all took seats on the surrounding chairs and couches, all facing towards the two girls.
“Well, let’s start the fun. I think a night of games is just what these two little bitches need. They’re both so fucking hot…nice big tits…I wonder who has bigger ones. We’ll just have to find out” There were murmurs of agreements and chuckling.
“Sluts, start getting cozy…don’t let us make you uncomfortable. Kneel towards eachother and start rubbing your tits together…keep your hands behind your backs”
Ashlynn was wide eyed in disbelief, she looked over to the other girl who was already inching near her. She must be more used to this, Ashlynn thought. Remembering what the worker man threatened earlier, she got on her knees and moved toward the other girl as well. The blonde shoved her tits up against Ashlynn’s and began rubbing them in a circular motion. A tingle immediately shot through Ashlynn’s stomach and settled into a warm throbbing in her pussy. The blonde girl has much larger areolas, with larger nipples that were sticking straight out. Ashlynn’s breasts were rounder and firmer, with medium sized areolas and tiny nipples.
“Come on, shake ’em!” A man yelled out.
The girls started to bounce up and down on their knees, causing their tits to flop around, their nipples slapping against eachother. Angrily Ashlynn noticed that she was starting to get damp.
“Alright, that’s enough. I think Blondie win’s the big tit trophy, but the black haired one…let’s call her Fuck Doll, has firmer ones. Now, let’s see about those pussies. Girls, take each other panties down with your teeth,”
Ashlynn looked at the other girl, and then leaned down to her hips and bit down on the side of panties and began to pull down. She barely had her teeth around them when one of the men threw his beer can hard at her head. “No! Pull them down at the crotch, fuck box!”
Ashlynn paused for a second, and then slowly moved her head towards Blondie’s pussy. Blondie spread her legs and Ashlynn tried to bite her panties down without touching her pussy. It was slow and awkward but she finally got them. Then she layed down with her legs spread for Blondie to do the same, Blondie was way more quick about it and Ashlynn felt her teeth and teeth graze her pussy as the panties were ripped down.
“Now, that was a good job!” One of the men yelled while another beer can was thrown at Ashlynn.
“Alright, on your hands and knees, cunts, and present yourselves!!” The men all chuckled.
Ashlynn and the other girl turned around , got on their knees, and spread their cunts.
“Whoa, look at Fuck Doll! She’s already wet! What a fucking dirty little slut!”
The men got up and began prodding the girls’ pussies…Ashlynn felt her lips being tugged and pinched, someone flicked her clit and she winced with pain. Suddenly she felt something wet being poured on her, one of the men had dumped his glass of champagne all over her cunt.
“Lick it off, blondie!”
The other girl started lapping the champagne out of her folds, Ashlynn shuddered with delight as the velvety tongue explored her. Ashlynn was trying to mentally prevent herself from being turned on, but she couldn’t help it. Her eyes were shut tight trying to ignore the sensations when something began lightly slapping her in the face. She opened her eyes to see a large double ended dildo being waved in front of her face by one of the men.
“Open up, bitch.” And before she knew it the toy was shoved down her throat, she immediately started gagging, but the man just keep violently fucking her throat with it. The force he was using caused her body to rock back and forward, shoving her now soaking pussy into the other girl’s face.
“Alright, let’s make them switch. Fuck Doll wants some sloppy wet pussy as well.” One of then roughly grabbed her face and turned her completely around, and another grabbed her by her hair and pulled her face first right onto the Blonde Girl’s damp cunt and began smearing her face around for a moment.
“Tongue fuck that whore!” The men cheered.
She saw the other end of the dildo being shoved into the girls mouth as she was tentatively licking. She had never went down on another girl before and was slightly disgusted at first. Not so much because of the pussy, but she had no idea where this girl had been…knowing that she had been a slave longer than Ashlynn had, who knows where that pussy had been? Quickly enough however, another man shoved her face into her cunt again and Ashlynn began licking more urgently. She noticed that the blonde girl’s clit was extremely swollen, much larger than hers ever got, Ashlynn began to suck on it while pressing her nose into her wet hole.
“Alright, that’ll do.Now let’s see which one of these girls has more school spirit! You sluts are going to fuck this toy pussy to pussy…the first one who cums will be the winner! The loser has to suck every dick here!” The main man announced.
Ashlynn was confused at first but quickly got the picture when the slobbery dildo was shoved deep into her snug pussy…she was pushed to be aligned with the blonde girl, both on all fours. Then another man pushed the other end of the thick dildo into Blondie’s pussy. Finally Ashlynn felt lucky for always cumming so quickly. Both of the girls desperately not wanting to have to choke on all 12 dicks were fucking the dildo wildly. Ashlynn was uses her hands and knees to press back onto the dick madly, she noticed some flashing going on and realized men were taking pictures. Finally, Ashlynn and Blondie were pretty much pussy to pussy and slapping noises were being made when their asses smacked together. She heard the men making bets with one another on who would win, while other were slapping at her bouncing tits. She was beginning to feel the need to climax and began wildly fucking the dildo, no longer embarrassed whatsoever, she was gyrating her hips as well. Finally the first hot wave swept over her and she involuntarily screamed as a stream of hot liquid shot out of her spasming cunt. Hot liquid was literally spraying out of her, something that never happened before, and the panting Ashlynn sank to floor and the dildo popped out of her. Did I just pee, Ashlynn thought to herself.
“Fuck yeah, Go Fuck Doll! She really fucking wanted it! And it definitely wasn’t faked at all, the little bitch in heat squirted all over Blondie’s puss!”
So, that’s what squirting was, Ashlynn thought, she had always believed it was a myth. She looked over at the blonde girl, her pussy and thighs were dripping with Ashlynn juice and she shot Ashlynn a mean but sad look.
“Alright, cunt…you know what you have to do! You will suck each and every one of our cocks and don’t even think of swallowing the cum, you greedy little cum guzzler. Instead your going to spit all of our cum into this bowl, got it?” The main man condescendingly spoke to Blondie while holding a large metal bowl up.
“And you, Fuck Doll…why don’t you amuse the men who are waiting for their turn by showing us exactly how much that little pussy can take?” He nodded towards one of the other men, and he went to grab a large box out of the closet which when opened revealed a quite a number of dildos.
While the blonde girl started sucking her first cock, Ashlynn was handed a long rubber dick probably about 2 inches wide. Ashlynn lay before the men where her knees bent and legs spread wife open and she easily placed the first toy in. She was quickly handed another of about the same time, it was slightly painful but she got it in. Then she was handed some some rubber attached beads, these were quite a bit more difficult to get it. He hole was straining to keep all of it in, but the odd shape of it all prevented it from sliding out. She couldn’t help but feel like such a whore laying there spread out before a bunch of random men with 3 dildos shoved up her snatch.
“That cunt needs to be stretched out, Fuck Doll. Let’s keep it all in there for awhile!”
“I think she should get up and crawl around with all that hanging out of her pussy!”
Getting the hint, Ashlynn awkwardly got on all fours…clenching tightly to keep the toys in place, and began crawling around on the floor to give the men a view.
“Shake that ass, slut!” The men cheered.
Ashlynn shook her ass around, the dildos flopping up against her thighs and pussy for all the men to see.
“Whoa, I think you’re making Blondie jealous! A dick in her mouth isn’t enough to keep her satisfied! Crawl over and pick a toy to fuck her ass with!”
Ashlynn could hear the blonde girl moan with dismay while a fat dick was throat fucking her mercilessly but she slowly crawled to the toy box anyways. All of the smaller toys were already shoved up Ashlynn’s cunt so she really didn’t have anything nice to choose from, but she finally settled on a plain smooth dildo…pretty thick at probably about 4 inches…but at least it didn’t have spikes and things on it like the others. She then crawled over to the blonde girl, sucking another cock with cum dribbling down her face, and rose the toy up.
“Hey, hey, hey! Getting a bit carried away there, huh? You gotta lube her asshole up first, stupid slut. Start licking! Stick that ass out, blondie!”
Ashlynn was not about ready to lick someone’s asshole and she stared at the man with a blank look on her face. “Oh? Maybe you want the dildo in your ass, you greedy little cunt?” The man taunted.
Ashlynn didn;t hesitate to start licking the blonde girls puckered hole, she tried to spread as much saliva as she could on the girl’s asshole and finally one of the men said it was enough.
She rose the giant dildo up to Blondie’s asshole and began twisting it in…Blondie moaned with discomfort much to the pleasure of the man who’s dick she was sucking. Obviously Blondie had been anally fucked many times before becase even though it was going in slowly, it was going….Ashlynn didn’t even think it would fit in her virgin ass. After about a minute almost the entire length of the huge toy was crammed up Blondie’s ass and Ashlynn could see the taut skin around her asshole strained tight.
After Blondie had moved on to yet another dick the men began to cheer, “Shoot it out, blonde bitch! Tighten that asshole!” Ashlynn watched the blonde girl wince as she tried to tighten her stomach and asshole and grunt with effort, then the large dildo was forcefully pressed out of her ass.
“YEAH!!!! Now let’s see that asshole!!!”
Ashlynn watched as some of the men spread the blonde girl’s ass cheeks to reveal a gaping asshole…Ashlynn was amazed.
“Alright, that’s the last cock to be sucked! Now it’s time for the winner to have her prize!”
Ashlynn looked around fearfully, what prize?
“Alright, fuck doll, on your back!” a man yelled at her.
As soon as she lay on her back, two men grabbed her ankles and yanked them up and towards her head. Her ass and pussy were spread and up in the air and she was looking around wildly. The three didos were ripped out of her cunt, leaving it gaping and hanging wide open.
“Blondie, go grab the funnel over there. Hurry!”
Once the main man had the large funnel he mercilessly stabbed it into Ashlynn’s wide pussy.
“Alright, cum slut, your dream has come true! We’re going to dump all our jizz into your nasty cum thirsty pussy!”
“No!!! No!!! Please don’t!” Ashlynn yelled, it seemed so dirty and degrading to have all that sperm inside her…she wasn’t even on birthcontrol.
The men just laughed and the metal bowl full of sperm was handed to blonde girl.
“Go ahead, bitch. Don’t get jealous, just pour it in your friend’s filthy snatch!”
And with that the bowl was dumped into the funnel, and Ashylnn could feel the cold ooze creeping into her. It took awhile to all drain in, but when it did Ashlynn felt completely filled up with the cold and sticky cream. Instead of letting her legs go immediately, one of the men produced a thick black cunt plug and jammed it into her pussy trapping all the jizz inside. Then the two men holding her legs let go and left Ashlynn laying on the floor filled with all their cum. All the men were joking around with each other and barely paying the two girls any more attention all left the pent house.

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A Burglar’s Bonus

I only intended to do the usual. Break into a flat, see what was there – TV, laptop, PlayStation – steal ’em and leave. I knew two student nurses – Leanne and Claire – lived in this flat. However I thought they were both still away on holiday. I was wrong.
I sneaked in a partially ajar window and crept along the hallway towards the living room. I was a bit stoned, so didn’t realise there was a light on in the living room and the TV on until I was practically at the door.
Before I could run back out, the living room door opened. It was the fat blonde one – Claire. Startled, she screamed “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU??” Thank fuck I had my gun with me. I whacked Claire over the head with it, stunning her. I then grabbed her and bundled the chubby young student nurse into the living room with the gun pointed at her head. Her flat-mate, Leanne, screamed but quickly shut the fuck up when I made clear to them that I’d blow their fucking brains out if they made any more noise.
It was then I sussed it out. Two hot sexy bitches. At gun-point. And me with a boner like a baseball bat!
I’d met them before, in a night-club a few weeks ago. I tried it on with both of ’em, but got blown out. Not tonight though!
I made ’em strip – each other. I made Claire undress her brunette flat-mate Leanne first, then made Leanne strip Claire. I then ordered the two girls to stand back-to-back. They both had incredible bodies – Leanne was slim and petite, other than for fucking awesome set of tits. Claire was taller, a bit tubby but very pretty.
I really REALLY wanted to humiliate these two cunts, so I told Leanne to go down on her knees and lick Claire out. She begged me, started crying saying she couldn’t do that. I simply told her I’d blow both their brains out there and then – and then fuck their corpses! They both started crying then, but Leanne obeyed and duly knelt down and began licking and sucking her fat blonde friend’s pussy. I leaned in close, to make sure that Leanne really was ‘dong the business’. And to be fair, she was.
I could see Claire’s lower lip tremble, maybe even her tongue salivate, as her friend caressed her cunt with her tongue. I made her do this for about 5 minutes, by which time Claire had pee-ed over Leanne’s face. “I’M SORRY, SO SO SO SORRY LEANNE” Claire wailed. They they both started crying again.
I then made Leanne tie Claire to a chair. Once done, I checked all the binds were secure. A couple were loose, so I tied ’em real tight myself. I then took Leanne and bent her face down over a table. I unzipped my pants, took my dick and rammed it up her ass. Both girls squealed, Leanne louder naturally. I ass-fucked her real hard for a few minutes, before shooting her in the back of the head. I’ll NEVER forget the way the walls of her ass squeezed my dick as the bullet smashed into her head. Fucking awesome!
I pulled out of Leanne, letting her slump onto the floor. Then, I took my shit-covered dick and stood astride Claire – who by now was crying and wailing hysterically. I slapped my dick between her tits. I then grabbed both tits and squeezed them together, against my dick, thrusting myself into her cleavage. It didn’t take too long before I shot my load, cum splattering over Claire’s ample chest and onto her face.
Poor Claire was a bit of a state now. Her tears had made her mascara run, her lipstick was smudged and her body was splattered in shit and spunk. Still, she was in better shape than her friend Leanne who was lying dead on the floor with blood pouring out of the mouth and the gunshot wound in the back of her head, her face still wet from Claire’s piss and cunt-juice, and shit’n’blood also having dribbled out her asshole.
I decided I wanted to spend the rest of the night with Claire. However, I needed to make her, erm, more ‘submissive’.
I picked up her bra from the floor and wrapped it a few times around her neck. I then tugged tightly. Claire struggled furiously on the chair, but the binds held good and she soon weakened.
As I throttled her, I whispered into her ear and told her everything I was going to do to her. As I explained how I was going to fuck her fat sweaty corpse, Claire farted loudly. I don’t know if that was reaction to what I was saying or just simple side-effect of being strangled. It amused me anyway.
Finally, I was satisfied she was dead. He eyes were bulged and rolled upwards, slightly crossed. Her tongue was swollen and sticking slightly out of the side of her mouth. And she’d pissed herself again.
I took a towel from out of the washroom and wiped the shit and cum off Claire’s tits. I also quickly dried her crotch area and inner thighs where she’d pissed herself. I also wiped off her running mascara and smudged lipstick. I untied her from the chair and attempted to lift her up. No chance – too fucking heavy! Instead I just dragged her body out of the living room, through the hallway and into one of the bedrooms.
I lugged the buxom blonde’s body on top of the bed and laid her out, face upwards. I stripped off myself, and jumped on top of the bed. Leaning over Claire, I spread her legs and eased my dick into her moist cunt. I went on to gently and lovingly fuck her for hours afterwards. No need to be rough or humiliate her now. She’d been punished and was simply now my latest pleasure toy.
As morning dawned, I woke up beside Claire. I kissed her on the cheek and then got up. I went into the living room and carried Leanne’s body into the bedroom and placed her alongside Claire.
I then briefly screwed Leanne as well. It would have been nice to have spent some more time with her, but I was needing to make my getaway. As soon as I shot my load in Leanne, I got myself dressed and made my getaway.
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The girls bodies weren’t discovered until three days later. There was a major public outrage and intense police investigation. But I was never linked with the killings.
Happy days………

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Singing Jasen’s Song: Part 6

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My Sister and Me – Swinging into the New Year 2 – Happy New Year

Mike finally has an invite to a couple’s swinging into the new year party, but his partner can’t go. Would he not get to fuck the gorgeous girl of his fantasies, whom he saw at the last party, a party he was working at? Well, to make things worse, the hot girl of his dreams was actually his 16 year old sister. Fucked up? Yup, and since both of them are dateless, she wants him to take her to the party – but no sex. What will happen?

Julia’s Journey Chapter 1

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

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