0 comments/ 99796 views/ 13 favorites It's Not Lipstick, Is It? By: C. Lingus I've known Alice for a long time, since I was only twelve. I just turned eighteen and I started college already. I'm going to a junior college and living with my folks, to save some money and because I don't know what I want to study yet. Alice lives by herself. She is about thirty. She divorced her husband and moved into our apartment building. We liked each other right away. I found it easier to talk to her than to my mother, in fact. Alice has long blonde hair and green eyes. She dresses very nicely but in a conservative manner. She teaches at a Christian private school so that must be why. I still ask her about makeup and clothes, what she thinks of mine. She is more like a friend than just a neighbor. That all changed one day when she knocked on our apartment door. It was late in the afternoon but my folks had still not come home from work. "Connie," she said, her beautiful green eyes full of tears, "I am so sorry." "What, what is it Alice?" I said pulling her into our apartment. She held out a small box. "I opened your mail by mistake. I was sure it was the makeup I ordered from QVC. It wasn't though, and then I looked at the label and saw your name. I am so sorry." "That's okay, Alice," I said. "No harm done. Let me see." I took the box from her and realized immediately what it was. "When I took it out, I thought it was lipstick." "No, it's not lipstick, silly. It's a vibrator." She looked at me with her beautiful face one big question mark. I had ordered a mini vibrator off the web and it came with a plain label, very unsuspicious, from Blahblah Research. I had ordered from them before and never aroused any suspicions from my parents. Of course, I usually got the mail before they got home. "It's too small to be a vibrator," she said skeptically. "No, it is a special purpose vibrator. It's not the kind you see in WalMart, for your back. It's designed just for your clit." "Huh?" I knew she was naïve. I also knew that she did not have a boyfriend. Neither did I and I understood her completely. It's not just the STD's; boys are flaky and stupid and they talk too much. I had never met one that impressed me for more than the space of time it took for him to open his mouth. Alice, of course, worked in that very stuffy school and she had had a bad time of it with her marriage. I had just assumed that she pleased herself as I did, even though we had never talked about it. "Well, you have a vibrator, don't you?" "Connie, I have no idea what you are talking about. I thought vibrators were used for massages, for atheletes." I laughed and pulled the little gem out of the box. "You are kidding, aren't you?" "No, I'm not. That thing is too small. See what I mean? It looks like a libstick." "C'mon back here, to my room." I motioned for her to follow me. When I got to my room, I opened my closet and pulled out a shoe box from the bottom of the stack. I opened the lid and showed her my collection. I had the standard issue, one shaped like a cock, and a strap-on butterfly that I wore to concerts sometimes, just for fun. I reached inside and pulled out a battery. I popped it into my new mini and turned it on. "You've seen these before, right?" "No, Connie, and I'm tired of your asking. I led a sheltered life, even after I was married. Tell me or I'll beat the crap out of you," she said, laughing and pushing me playfully. I looked at her like a teacher would look at a student, feigning authority. "They are for pleasing yourself, for getting yourself off, for having orgasms without worrying whether or not the man is going to come before you do and leave you in the lurch, horny and frustrated." A look of understanding dawned on her face. "Wow," she said quietly, picking up the one shaped like a man's penis, my least favorite, but okay for special occasions, like Halloween. She turned the dial and felt it hum in her hand. "Why do they need to vibrate?" A good question, actually, and one I didn't exactly understand myself. "I don't know, Alice, but I know that it works. Put one of these babies in the right place and let it vibrate, and you will come. It's heavenly and very therapeutic." I smiled and she looked like she understood. "You just use your fingers?" "Yeah," she said. "I didn't know there was another way. Why is this new one so small?" "It's just for the clitoris." "How do you use it?" I smiled. "Well, I would show you but you might not like that." "Connie, you've known me for a long time. We've had a lot of serious talks. Why don't you trust me now?" "Fine," I said, sitting on my bed. I was wearing shorts and a tee shirt with no bra, just relaxing after school. I spread my legs and raised my feet up so that only the toes of my sneakers touched the floor. I put the tip of the humming vibrator, or lipstick as Alice called it, between my legs. The tip of the vibrator touched the cloth of my shorts right above my hooded clit. I jumped a little, surprised at the intensity of the vibration. It was more concentrated than any of my other vibrators. I moved it slowly down my clit until I found the exact spot that I knew very well. I had forgotten all about Alice at that point. I closed my eyes and felt the heat sweep up from my clit, across my belly, swelling my breasts and making my nipples get really hard. She was standing there, noting all of the sensations that I was feeling, understanding very well what I was feeling, but amazed still at the speed with which I had achieved arousal. Later, when we talked about that frightening but very electric first experience, she told me how impressed she was with my understanding of my own needs and feelings. The moisture from my cunt now made a spot on my panties and my shorts. She could see even more clearly how aroused I was. As the vibrations did their work, she saw me spread my legs even wider and then jump and howl as the first orgasm shook my body. She moved closer. "Connie, that is amazing. Did you come already?" I opened my eyes and nodded, still throbbing from my new toy. She reached out but pulled her hand back. "How do you know where to put it, Connie?" I shrugged. "Just practice, I guess." "Can you show me where to put it?" I nodded and wholly aroused and hot, not caring about any consequences, took the edge of my shorts and panties and moved them away from my throbbing cunt. With my left hand, I spread the lips of my pussy and pulled up, exposing my little clit, dripping with excitement. With my right hand, I put the tip of the new vibrator right on my clit and moved it very slowly. That was even more delicious. As the swells of my second orgasm starting washing over me, I moved the little toy faster and faster. My cunt opened up when I came and the air rushed in to my hungry pussy. I felt so hot all over my body that I thought I had broken out into a sweat. When I looked up, Alice had moved very close to me. She was sitting next to me peering over my raised legs, watching my juices flow. "Wow. That was fabulous, Connie." She giggled. "What?" I said, still gasping for air as the orgrams subsided. "Well, I was hoping you would show me where to put it on me, but thank you for showing me exactly where to stimulate you." She smiled and kissed me on the cheek. I laughed too. "Well, I'd be happy to show you Alice." I turned off the new little vibrator. She smiled again and stood up slightly, pulling her shorts and panties right off and letting them drop to the floor. She was wearing a tee shirt with no bra and I could see her nipples getting really hard. I knew that she was very full breasted, maybe a 38D or more, but I had no idea her nipples were so large. She must have been really excited because they poked at the soft material of her tee shirt like two hard knobs. She spread her legs and raised her feet so that the toes of her sneakers rested on the floor. "You know, I always wondered if you were a real blonde, Alice, or if you had a really good hairdresser. Now I know for sure that you are the genuine article." She smiled and spread her legs wider. "Is this what you need for me to do?" She looked so innocent, even though she was more than ten years older than I was. I didn't think about her age, though. I considered her my junior in the realm of vibrators. As she spread her legs, I could see her folds had already enlarged and she was wet. "That's nice," I said, smiling at her large labia, "I mean, that's what you need to do. Right." I cleared my throat. I felt really excited for some reason, more than I ever felt by myself or with a boy. I realized that her smell, the aroma of her open sex was having a direct effect on my body. I could feel my breasts swelling and my sex, already wet, getting even wetter, come running down my white thighs as I knelt in front of Alice's open cunt. I put the little vibrator in my mouth and sucked my juices off, moistening the tip and heating it with my mouth. She smiled at me as I turned it on. I put the tip at the top of her bush. She didn't have a big bush and it was very light. I wanted her to get used the strong vibrations. I didn't want her to freak out. I moved it slowly down to where the hood covering her clitoris started. When I reached the top of her wet folds she closed her eyes and moaned. I don't think she realized that she was groaning and spreading her legs even wider. She reached out and held on to her knees so that she could be as open as possible. I moved it slowly down to the end of the hood, where the inner labia start to make the top of her wings. Her moaning grew even louder. She was feeling the vibrations strongly now on her clit. I looked up at her beatific face. She was licking her lips. When I pushed the tip under her hooded clit and started stimulating it directly, she fell back on the bed, opening herself even more to me. I moved it up and down, circling her clit and then honing in on the hottest spot. She shook and quivered and even yelled out so loud that I was afraid the neighbors would hear and call the cops. She was a screamer. Her come was copious. She was so wet that she had already formed a puddle on my bed. I didn't mind. I turned off the vibrator, knowing that her clit was probably way too sensitive after just coming. I wanted to reassure her, caress her, take the sting out of her grinding orgasm. I leaned forward and licked her cunt softly with my tongue flat, moving it from the bottom of her cunt all the way to the top. "Oh, baby," she said, very uncharacteristically. She looked down at me in surprise. "I'm sorry, Alice," I said, leaning back. "I don't know what came over me. You just looked so beautiful when you came." "No, no," she said leaning forward and putting both hands in my hair. "I love it. Please." Her eyes pleaded. She couldn't bring herself to ask me to continue licking her cunt, but her eyes couldn't be more direct in her request. "I've never done this before," I told her, but she pulled my head toward her hot cunt, her eyes begging me. Her fragrance beckoned me and I opened my mouth as I moved toward her blonde pussy. My tongue found her clit. I tried to imagine what I would like for her to do to me. With the tip of my tongue hard and pointed I jiggled it back and forth over her slick clit. Then I sucked all of what I could of her large lips into my mouth, sucking hard and licking at the same time. She screamed again and held my face tight against her hot juicy cunt. I didn't mind. I buried my tongue as deep as it would go, searching for her g spot. She pushed against me with her hips so hard that I could barely breathe. I started moving my tongue in and out of her cunt as fast as I could and I could taste her flowing juices. Her vagina opened up as she came again and her hands released their hold on my hair. I pulled a gulp of air into my lungs. She had clasped her legs together as if she wanted to hold on to the sensation of my face between her legs sucking her juices out of her steaming cunt. God, I was excited. I pushed her legs down and climbed on top of her. I kissed her forehead, her neck and her ears. She searched for my mouth with her own and groaned when our lips connected. Our tongues darted out, competing to see which could go deeper into the other's mouth. Her come was all around my mouth but she seemed to savor the taste of her own juices mixed with my tongue and lips. I put either hand beside her and pushed up, looking down at her with a stern face. "Now it's time for the student to take a test." "Why, what do you mean, teacher," Alice said in her mock student's voice. I pulled my tee shirt over my head, exposing my small but perky breasts, my nipples standing hard and impertinent, like a challenge. I hopped up on my bed, my sneakers still on, laying my head on my pillows. As I slowly spread my legs, exposing my dark bush, thicker than hers but neatly trimmed for a bikini, I said, "Now, Alice, you find MY clit." I pointed at the little vibrator. "With pleasure, teacher dearest," she said, smiling and pulling her tee shirt off. "Wow," I said with an open mouth, "you have great breasts. All I can say is your husband must have been one dumb fuck." "He wasn't much of a fuck at all," Alice replied, putting her palms under her full breasts and pushing them up so high that she could lick both of her hard nipples. "You turn me on much more than he EVER did," she said, reaching for the vibrator. Watching her lick her hard nipples made me wetter than ever. I raised my knees higher and opened my legs. I reached down and with my index fingers, pulled the top of my inner labia up, exposing my clit. It protruded, open and exposed and vulnerable, waiting for Alice to jazz it with my new toy. She leaned down. She put her mouth close to my cunt and breathed her warm breath with a focused blast right on my tender clit. "Oh, Alice," I gasped. "That feels so good." She smiled and brought the little vibrator close. She put its tip right on my engorged clitoris, moving it slowly first clockwise, then counter clockwise. As her motions increased, I felt the wave of the first orgasm wash over me. I lost all sense of time and space and I slowly realized that the orgasm wasn't stopping. As long as she kept moving the device over my swollen organ, I continued to throb and pulse and drip come. Finally I begged her to stop. "On one condition," she said with an evil grin, her mouth close to my overwrought pussy. "What? Anything." "Do me next." "Sure. You bet." "I want the one that looks like a dick." "You got it." I couldn't believe my staid neighbor was acting so wild. But I should have known. Preacher's daughter. It's those stuffy ones that go wild when they finally break out. She had been in such a lonely dry place for so long that she was going to get whatever she could. And I was going to help her. She turned off the little vibrator and started to lie on her back. "No, get on your hands and knees," I instructed her as I got up to fetch the cock dildo from my shoebox. I loved telling her what to do. And she was such a willing slave. As an afterthought I brought the box with all my toys to the bed. She turned to look at what I was doing. I put the vibrator shaped like a man's penis in my mouth to warm it up. She smiled at me. "You don't need to make it wet because I already am very. Wet." She reached between her spread legs and moved her fingers in her open cunt. On her hands and knees her ass and cunt were completely open and exposed to me. She was completely vulnerable to my attentions. I touched her already soft open cunt with just the tip of the cock head. I haven't seen that many dicks but I think my dildo is above average size. It's about seven inches long and about an inch and a half wide. I think most men would be happy to have a tool like that. Anyway, it fills me up so much that it is almost uncomfortable. As I said, I have to be in a special mood. Alice wiggled her butt a little as if begging me to insert the dildo. "What is it, dear?" I asked, still getting off on my older neighbor depending on me so wholly (pardon the pun). "C'mon, Connie, stop fooling around. Fuck me with the dildo." "Please?" "Please," she groaned and wiggled her ass some more. She even opened her cunt lips with her hand and pushed her butt up in the air to open herself. "Please, Connie, pretty Connie, pretty please, fuck me, please." She tossed her long blonde hair. I slipped the end of the cock in her wet cunt. She gasped and moved her hand. I let it slide deeper and deeper into her cunt until I had barely enough to hold on to. I started moving it in and out slowly and her groaning grew louder and louder. I pulled it all the way out and let the tip rest on her throbbing clit until she looked around at me, her eyes asking, begging, but her mouth without words. I turned on the graduated vibration control until it was all the way up. She closed her eyes as the vibrations warmed up her clit. I pushed it all the way in and then pumped her cunt with the big dildo. She didn't seem to have any problem with taking its full girth and length. I twisted it a little and increased the rhythm until her cries filled the room and made me wonder about the neighbors again. I stopped the pumping and angled the throbbing dildo against the front wall of her vagina. I held it there and slapped each cheek of her butt soundly. She laughed so I spanked her until both her white cheeks had turned pink. "Oh, sweetie, that feels so good. Put your finger in my ass." I put my index finger in my mouth and then slid it slowly into her pucker and I started moving the dildo again. She exploded and bucked and screamed so hard that I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to hold on. "Oh, God, Connie, you make me come so hard," she gasped, after she collapsed on the bed. "You're a quick learner, Alice," I said, smiling. I snuggled up beside her. Our nipples, still hard, brushed against each other and sent another tingle through my cunt. She turned to me and we kissed again, this time with a deep knowledge of each other's most secret thoughts and feelings. Our tongues touched softly, moving in and out of each other's mouths in a delicate minuet. She pulled back and looked deeply in my eyes. "I have a confession to make." "What?" I asked innocently. "I have been wanting to seduce you for months now, ever since you were seventeen, actually." "So what took you so long," I said, as I reached for her to kiss her and to ... well, that's another story. It's Not Lipstick, Is It? Ch. 2 Don't call me Sappho. I don't consider myself a lesbian, not the way I understand that term, anyway. Alice and I have a lot of fun, a LOT of fun together. And yes, you could say that I love her. She loves me, too, but it's not a romantic kind of love. We are not mates. We don't plan to live together or get joint checking accounts or anything like that. I am sure that some day I'll meet the man that I am supposed to marry and live with forever. Yeah, sure. Anyway, in the meantime, the guys I know are not worth spit. Don't even get me started on that subject. Alice and I had hit it off from the very beginning, remember, and our sexual activities were just another level that two friends went to so that we could discover new sensations, new thrills. But this time it was me knocking on her door with tears in my eyes. "Connie, what is it?" Alice greeted me at her door. Her long blonde hair was wet. It was so curly when it was wet. I think that is sexy. My black hair is straight no matter what. Her robe opened and I could see that she was naked underneath. Her large breasts were topped by those big erect nipples that I love to suck on. Makes her squirm. She was distracting me. When she closed the door behind me I remembered why I had hurried over to speak to her without calling first. I pulled out a video tape, unmarked. "I got this in the mail today. No return address." "What is it?" "I'll put it in your player and you can judge for yourself." While she looked for the remote I popped the tape into her player. She turned on the TV and I hit play. The first images were dark, just the night sky. The camera panned down to a dimly lit pool area. Then, as the camera lens adjusted to the low light level, we could see the pool quietly rippling. Tucked close to some trees and shrubs a reclining lounge chair came into focus. "That's me," Alice gasped. "And here I come," I said, realizing that I had just made a pun. The camera had fully adjusted to the low light level. I couldn't tell when the video was taken but Alice and I liked to swim and mess around when everyone else in the apartment complex was sound asleep. Or so we thought. "Oh, my God," Alice gasped. I was leaning over her, brushing her hair away from her beautiful face, touching her breasts through her bikini top, moving her knees apart and touching her cunt. "Connie, this isn't what I think it is, is it?" I looked at her. She collapsed on the couch there in her living room, unable to take her eyes off the screen. "That's not the half of it," I said. "There was a note with the tape. He is going to blackmail us." "What?" she almost yelled. "He wants to give a tape to my parents and a tape to the school where you work." Her brows drew together. She was angry, an emotion that I had never seen affect her lovely features. "Or what?" "Or we meet with him to hear his alternative, as he put it in his note." "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" "God only knows." We both turned back to the TV, imagining horrible scenarios. She paused the tape. "Connie, check out the angle." I sat down next to her, inhaling her fragrance, the shower and the soap still lingering on her blonde skin. "What angle?" "Look, it's pretty obvious that the guy was taking the video from a second story window. It's looking down on us. That was last Friday, when the moon was full. I remember wearing that suit." "Yeah, you're right." "And think about where we usually sit. Who lives in that apartment on the second floor at an angle?" Her anger was tinged with chagrin and an embarrassed smirk. "The old prof, the guy who ogles me every time he sees me?" "He ogles me, too," Alice said, as if we were competing. I couldn't help myself. I pulled her to me and hugged her. Her long wet hair made my cheek wet. I wanted to squeeze her nipples but she pushed me back. "He's not going to fucking get away with this." Her anger was back, turning her face into a fury. "How does he get video when it's so dark. I could hardly see you myself that night. I thought we were safe." "The new video cameras are digital and they adjust for distance and light levels." She clicked the remote and our images from that fateful night started moving again. We knew where they were going but we were fascinated anyway. We were entranced with our own movements but also we could see ourselves through another's eyes. And we didn't know whether or not the perv had shown the tape to anyone else. I noticed that my pussy was getting wet and my nipples hot. I couldn't figure out if I was turned on by watching VideoAlice getting hot or by imagining how the old fart had stroked himself as he watched us. I pulled aside the crotch of her bikini and she smiled at me. I threw my towel down on the pavement and knelt next to her. She let me settle my mouth between her lovely long legs. I hadn't noticed that night but she reached under her bikini top and pinched her nipples. Her feet rose up as I gave her a vigorous tongue lashing. Even from behind you could tell I was excited. I just love the way she tastes. That night I couldn't walk by her without wanting to taste her juices, to run my naked tongue up and down her slick folds. Damn. I wanted her right then on the couch. Watching us make love had turned me on. She arched her back and her breasts jutted out. Her mouth was still closed. I didn't hear her moan or scream as she sometimes does. When we are outside by the pool we have a rule: no noise. Sometimes it's hard to follow the rule but we don't want to get caught. And it adds to the excitement. My hands moved from her knees down to her cunt and then slowly up her belly. She moved her hands over her erect nipples so that her top moved up and her breasts were exposed. When my small hands found their rigid targets, my head still bobbing, I heard her moan loudly. The moan came from right next to me. I turned to see Alice fondling her naked breasts roughly. Her robe had fallen away and her knees had parted. "You bitch. You started without me," I said smiling, falling to my knees on the floor in front of the couch. "I knew you'd catch up quickly," Alice said, sounding almost like the schoolteacher she was. She raised her knees and spread her legs. I eyed her honey blonde bush, glistening with the first drops of her come. Her long fingers with the long white nails moved from her nipples down to the top of her labia. With her two index fingers, she pulled the top of her labia up and out, exposing her innermost secret, her clit. I leaned forward and licked it with my hot tongue. "Oh, Ali," she almost yelled. "I just love it when you are so direct." She looked down at me between her legs. I smiled back. I leaned in and nibbled gently on her exposed clit with my teeth. She cried out, "Connie!" I sucked her clit into my mouth and let it back out. I sucked it in and out, letting my saliva and her come mix until she was really juicy. Then I licked her off, from the top of her asshole all the way to the top of her bush. Later that evening, we held a war council over a joint and a few glasses of wine. "Here's my plan," Alice said, leaning over the table like an anarchist conspirator. [+] Alice and I knocked on Professor Bligh's apartment door. We were both dressed very conservatively. She wore a long dress with a high neck. I wore a plaid skirt with a white cotton blouse and saddle shoes. Neither of us carried a purse but Alice had her briefcase with her, the one she used to carry tests to be graded back and forth to school. He opened the door and smiled. Without saying a word, he stepped aside and motioned for us to enter. He was shorter than I remembered. His hair was graying at the temples and he wore glasses, a modern style. He wore jeans and a pressed khaki shirt with a polo emblem and some old sneakers. I was waiting for him to pull out a pipe but he didn't. He was tenured at our local university in, of all things, biology, and that's why he could afford to dress well. When he finally spoke, I was surprised at how soft his voice was. I guess I expected a brusque, foul-mouthed, boisterous bubba. No, he wasn't that. He wore no cologne, but I liked the way he smelled. "Please have a seat," he said, motioning to a breakfast table next to a bay window. When we sat down, we could see the pool below, an effect that was not lost on either of us. Alice caught my eyes, checking my resolve. "Would you like something to drink," he said. "Have you any chardonnay?" Alice asked pleasantly, using her very best coquettish demeanor. "Coke, for me, prof," I said, copping an adolescent attitude. When he returned he carried two glasses of white wine and some coke in a wine glass. I guess he thought that was pretty cute. I was ready to cut to the chase, especially since my refreshment was substandard. When he took his seat, we let him take the initiative. "Did you receive the tape?" he asked professorially. We both nodded. "What do you think?" "Bad cinematography, prof, but we get the message," I said, sipping my coke demurely, tapping the corner of my mouth with the napkin I took from the center of the table. Alice folded her hands on her lap and used her teacher voice. "What is it you want from us, Professor?" "I want you to let me videotape you." He paused and sipped some of his wine. "But I will do the scripting." "And if we don't allow that?" Alice asked. He shrugged his shoulders and smiled. He took another sip of wine. She waited until his eyes strayed back to hers. She looked him directly in the eyes and smiled. "That's blackmail." "Your actions were irresponsible and you are paying the price," he said in his soft but now menacing voice. He took another sip of wine. Alice nodded at me. I pretended to drop my napkin on the floor. I moved my chair back and stood up. I straightened my skirt and leaned over to pick up the fallen napkin. When I bent over, I kept my legs straight and spread and my plaid skirt rose to the top of my legs. Alice watched the prof ogle my white panties, smiling slightly. I leaned forward a little more as she moved the eyedropper over his glass and let one amber drop fall into his wine. She put the eyedropper back in the bottle in her lap under the table as I stood up and returned to my chair. Alice's ex was a vet. He had a knockout potion that could be measured exactly by weight to take a critter down and keep them down for precisely thirty minutes. We only wanted him out long enough to find his videotape and have a little fun. I picked up my coke and drained my wine glass. As if unable to refrain from imitating my gesture the prof raised his glass and finished his wine. "I think you know that we will need time to think about your proposal, Professor," Alice said, watching him return the empty glass to the table top. "Shertenly," he lisped. His eyelids began to sink like the setting sun. Alice moved his wine glass and guided his falling head slowly to the table top. "Okay, girlfriend," she said, "Let's look for his stuff." It was easy to find. He had his camera set up by his bedroom window. There were tapes in the drawer of his desk. We brought the camera and tapes out to the breakfast table. I set up the camera while Alice used duct tape to bind his wrists behind the chair. She took off his sneakers and socks, undid his jeans and shorts and pulled them off. She taped his ankles to the front legs of the chair so that his legs were spread. His cock was enlarging as we watched. "Prof is hung pretty large," I said, admiring his growing member. It hardened as we watched into a sizeable penis, both in length and girth. Alice whistled softly. "Never mind his dick. Time's a wastin." She leaned over and took some items from her briefcase. "Put on your mask," she said. I put my black hair under the blonde pigtail wig and put the black eye mask on so that my eyes were covered. Alice put on her black wig and black eye mask. We laughed at each other when we saw the results. "We look pretty sinister," she said. The prof gurgled a little and raised his head. "What the hell," he managed to murmur. "Yeah, what the hell," I laughed, imitating his voice. He frowned at me. Then he noticed his video camera. "Yeah, that's right. The shoe's on the other foot, except you have neither on," I said, pointing to his bare feet. He realized he was bound to the chair and that he was naked below the waist. His member angled out like a flagstaff without a flag. "Release me instantly," he demanded. "Before you what?" Alice asked. "By the way, say anything you like. Later we'll dub your voice in, demanding us to punish you." She smiled demurely, cocking her head in that way she has. He bounced around a little in his chair, testing his bonds. He looked down and noticed his dick was hard but growing softer. "Shall I turn the camera on, Mistress?" I asked Alice. "Please do," she said, assuming her role as the dominating school mistress. She stepped over and held the professor's cock in one hand and slapped it several times with the other. It grew harder almost instantly. She smiled and took a seat in front of his chair but facing ninety degrees away. She pointed at me. "You've been a very bad girl. Are you ready for your spanking?" I nodded, assuming an air of shame and humiliation. We had rehearsed all the moves during our war council but had never actually acted them out. It was surprising to me how easy it was. I enjoyed the little drama, the fantasy, and later I learned that Alice did too. After I started the camera, I laid down on her lap facing the bound prof. His rigid cock was not too far from my face. He looked down at me with a mixture of horror and lust. I put one finger in my mouth, pouting like a little girl. There was a large decorative mirror on the wall behind me. The camera was to my right pointed at the prof and Alice in her outfit. My butt was out of the frame. We wanted to blackmail the prof, not make a porno film. Later I would regret that, remembering the stimulus the prof's original film had provided. "Please don't do this," he whimpered. "I'll be ruined if anyone sees this tape." Alice just chuckled as she lifted the hem of my plaid skirt so that he could see the reflection of my white pantie-clad butt in the mirror. His dick throbbed, reaching full volume and turning bright red. "You acted irresponsibly and now you will pay the price," she said. I reached around and covered my butt with my hands. "No, no," Alice said, moving my hands away. "You've been a bad girl and you must be punished." "But I couldn't sit down for a whole day the last time you spanked me, Mistress," I said, assuming a little girl pout. SMACK, she answered. I jumped, a little surprised at the ferocity of Alice's slap on my naked open butt. She spanked me several times until the heat from the pink skin where her palm landed spread all the way to my face. The prof's dick jumped each time her hand landed on my butt. I had never been spanked before and I had to admit to myself that I rather liked it. My cunt was leaking so much that the prof and Alice could see the wetness on my pantie crotch. "You are really a bad girl," Alice said. "Now look what you've done to your panties." She grabbed the waistband and pulled them all the way down to my ankles. My naked glistening cunt was exposed for both of them to see in the mirror. My butt was so hot that I spread my legs as far apart as my fallen panties would let me. The cool air kissed my slick folds. A large drop of cum appeared on the end of the prof's rigid tool. He groaned and closed his eyes but opened them back up quickly. Alice ran her cool fingers over my pink butt cheeks, paused at my asshole and then ran one finger down my crack to my clit. It was my turn to groan. "Spank me some more, Mistress?" I pleaded quietly. She answered with some more open-handed smacks right on my wet cunt. I responded by raising my butt and spreading my legs so that I could receive the full force of her ministrations. I looked at the prof. If I didn't know better, I would have thought that he came without anyone touching his penis, his flow was so profuse. There was a puddle of his come on the chair. "You want me to touch your cock, don't you, prof?" I asked him. He just nodded, the sweat making his balding forehead wet. "No," Alice said with that stern tone in it that she used to assert her authority. "No come for him until he is thoroughly punished, and maybe not then. Get up, sweetie." I rose from her lap and reached for my panties. "No, leave those off," Alice commanded. She rose from her chair and laid down on the floor in front of the whimpering prof. Her feet were toward him. "Bring me a pillow from the couch." I did as she bid and she placed it under her head. "Now face the old fart and kneel down over my face." Of course I knew the plan. But to watch her take the role of the commanding bitch and the effect on the now almost all wet, especially the end of his red throbbing cock, professor, was almost hysterically funny. I surpressed my mirth and did as she told me to. The resulting plateau was mostly out of view of the camera but the future video audience would know what was happening without really seeing the details. The prof's face and body would manifest all too evidently the view in front of him. As I kneeled over my friend and mistress, a drop of my copious come dripped on to her forehead. She put her hands on my thighs and positioned my cunt directly over her mouth. Subsequently, my anus was above her nose. "Raise your skirt so that he will be able to see your punishment," she commanded me. As I raised my skirt, I lowered my dripping cunt on to Alice's willing mouth. When my redhot clit reached her tongue, I felt a bolt of lightning shoot up my belly and out the top of my head. I screamed. After I realized what I had done, I thought, the hell with the neighbors. The prof was groaning so loudly that I'm sure the neighbors with good ears who were listening could hear him too. Alice was so worked up that she devoured my wet pussy like ice cream on a hot day. My breasts were on fire. I unbuttoned my blouse and pushed my bra over the top of my breasts. My breasts might be A cup but my nipples get really hard and large when I'm aroused. Holding up my skirt with one hand, I pinched and pulled on my nipples as I watched the prof suffer. He thrust forward with his hips as if he were fucking our phantoms. Alice raised her knees and pulled her dress up over her legs and belly. She was wearing no panties. Her blonde cunt, dripping come and gaping open, aroused even deeper groans from the poor prof. While she gobbled my cunt, she played with the fold of her own cunt. She pulled her labia out to the side and put her two index fingers inside her wet pussy. I wanted to eat her so badly but that was not part of our prearranged scenario. She had brought me to orgasm so many times already and I was not complaining. When I heard her pussy gulping air, I knew she had come too. We had all come except the prof. Too bad. I rolled off of Alice and kissed her. She was wet from my come and our tongues played in my juices. I felt her getting hotter and then she put a stop to our play. "Turn off the camera now. It's time to say adeiu," she said. The sweating prof moaned and shook his head back and forth. "You want to get off, prof?" Alice asked him. He nodded vigorously. "Too bad. You were very naughty during the negotiations. Just be glad we are only taking your tapes and leaving the camera." We rose and straightened our clothes, gathered our things. Alice stood by the prof. "I'm going to release one of your wrists, professor. If you're smart, you'll keep all this to yourself. By the time you get loose, we'll be gone, and so will the tapes." She leaned close to his ear. "And don't piss me off or it will be worse next time."