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Chores

By: Joseki Ko



Where pepper would explain exactly what this is about, she is still unsure but she was taken to SH to serve Master Porir where she was promptly but to doing chores by Mistress Tehya. Unfortunately, pepper lost part of the scroll. This is what remains:

*pepperTPS sets the stone aside as a soft sigh erupts from moist lips and begins at the far end of the kitchen, bending low to thrust the broom bristles beneath the countertop and begins with hard but sure strokes to bring out any missed debris beneath, pulling it out from the cabinets to make small piles*

*TehyaSH looks for pepper*

TehyaSH: pepper what are you doing at this time?

*pepperTPS moves slowly but effeciently down the length of the furtherest line of cabinets, taking care in the corners and then sweeping the hearths that heat the kitchen, the wafting smell of blackwine, paga and sullage filling her nostrils, adding to the sting of her still puzzling punishment but continues to sweep down the end of the counters, stopping as she hears her name*

*pepperTPS moves to the doorway of the kitchen to answer*

pepperTPS: sweeping as you commanded, Mistress

*pepperTPS stands quietly in the doorway as she waits for her next command*

TehyaSH: just stay there for a min pepper

pepperTPS: yes Mistress

TehyaSH: with Me being pregnant I tend to forget what I was thinking from time to time

TehyaSH: so bare with Me

*pepperTPS smiles gently from across the room*

pepperTPS: yes Mistress

*CrimsonFW chuckles quietly.*

TehyaSH: ok pepper go back to sweeping I lost all train of thought

pepperTPS: yes Mistress

*pepperTPS moves quietly back into the kitchen, taking up where she left off near the hearths and the line of cabinets along the wall with the fireplaces and begins once again her dutiful job of sweeping out from beneath, following the perimeter of the room, not leaving one place untouched with the stiff bristles*

*pepperTPS carefully moves around the expanse of the kitchen, pulling out from beneath the cabinets and in corners missed small amounts of dust bunnies and debris, making small piles near the cabinets where she worked before going back to combine the piles into bigger ones until only one small pile remains in the middle*

*pepperTPS moves to gather up the cleaning stone and carefully bends from the waist to sweep the debris onto the cleaning stone, not leaving any behind and then carefully straightens to take it to the trash receptacle near the back door and then moves to the supply closet to replace the broom and cleaning stone, looking for a bucket and stiff bristled brush in which to begin the mopping*

*pepperTPS moving back out into the kitchen with the bucket and brush, glides to the countertop near the sink and sets the bucket on the ground, pulling the brush out to set on a countertop and then rises, blue eyes looking about for a large kettle in which to gather hot water from the kettle over the hearth*

*pepperTPS finds a medium sized copper kettle and pulls it from the shelves to begin a couple of trips to the hearth, gathering the steaming water from the kettle over the fire to dump into the bucket near the sink, adding just enough cool water to make it bearable and then tosses in a few tefs of soap chips, stirring to create bubbles, straight white teeth worrying lower lip as she works*

*pepperTPS taking up the filled bucket and the stiff bristled brush in her other hand, moves to the back side of the kitchen, kneeling down to hands and knees and begins the hard labor of scrubbing the floor with the soapy hard brush ... back and forth ... back and forth, scrubbing as she works*

*pepperTPS inching back from the place where she was working, slides back as she dunks the brush in the hot soapy water again and starts the next section, blowing away an errant curl that slipped from the piggy tails holding back her curls, glancing up to see the Free serving themselves with a slight frown but continues with the command that she was given, turning her attention back to the task at hand*

*pepperTPS inching back again, slow but sure progress as she cleans the floor of the holding's kitchen, looking to Mistress Dem stabbing the sul and slinks down a bit, hoping she is not next as she hurries up her task a bit *

*pepperTPS washes the floor carefully around Mistress Dem, praying she doesn't slip on the wet floor and continues working carefully, scrubbing with all her might, giving her all as she would in any other task set before her*

*pepperTPS finding herself at the entrance of the kitchen, settles back on bared heels to survey her work, a soft smile appearing to find it gleaming and almost a silver color in the light of the fire's warmth*

*pepperTPS rising upwards, taking the bucket of now lukewarm water and the hard bristled brush, tiptoes around the edge of the kitchen, taking care to stay clear of the Free Woman stabbing the poor sul and slips out the back door to toss the remains of the bucket into the snow*

*pepperTPS inching back along the back wall, blue eyes wide as she glances to the Mistress attacking the sul, feeling her pain with a bit of a grin at hearing her words, moves to the supply closet to replace the bucket and stiff bristled brush, glancing again to the kitchen before slipping back out into the main part of the holding to kneel*

*pepperTPS glances to Mistress Crimson as she settles back into a kneel on the slave mats*

CrimsonFW: come here pepper.

pepperTPS: yes Mistress

*pepperTPS inches to hands and knees, crawling to where Mistress Crimson rests and settles into delicate tower, silken thighs pressed together as one as her palms kiss downwards on their planes, blue eyes shielded beneath long lashes as her voice lifts upwards ...*

pepperTPS: how might pepper please you, Mistress?

*CrimsonFW reaches down and gently tugs on a piggie tail of pepper's stroking her cheek softly and whispering job well done.*

*pepperTPS smiles gently, hearing her words, the sparkle returning to her blue gaze as she dares a peek upwards to her beauty*

pepperTPS: thank you Mistress

Shortly thereafter, pepper was released to kennel. she is to continue her punishment until a Free of the tavern comes to pick her up.

Chores



It's midday and I'm going about my household chores. I'm in the bedroom folding clothes. I'm alone in the house with the radio on and I'm singing along, as usual. I am unaware as you enter the house, silently. My back is to the hallway door. My brown satin tank top reveals my strong arms and the back of my neck while my white eyelet skirt barely skims the tops of my calves. My soft skin appears to glow. 

I startle when you come up quick behind me; pulling my pelvis to yours with your left hand, covering my eyes with your right. Your forcefully kiss my neck, your touch still gentle but with intense purpose. You whisper in my ear "You're mine." I can only gasp in response.

You bend me over the bed, pressing your hips further into my ass as you grab two black socks and tie them together. You wrap the makeshift blindfold around my eyes and secure it snugly. I smile and quiver with anticipation. While I'm bent over you slide my skirt and panties down to my ankles. I step out of them. Your right hand moves from the outside of my leg to the inside of my thigh as you stand back up. I start to stand up but you push me back to the bed with your left hand and say "I will be enjoying all of you today and you will be shaking before long. I'm in charge today. Do you understand?"

"Yes. But we sho-"

"No" you say sharply and slap my ass. I whimper slightly. "I am in charge. You have no say today. You will be making many sounds for me today, loudly. Besides the sounds of ecstacy you will only say 'yes' and 'no.' Do you understand me?"

I reply firmly, "yes".

You bend down and kiss my ass where you slapped me, "Good." 

You return your right hand to my center and your fingers waste no time. You go straight to my lips, spreading me, feeling my warmth and ever-growing wetness. I let out an "ahhh" as you find my clit. You move in circles starting slowly and lightly, steadily increasing in pressure until you find the combination that has my hips gyrating and my breathing quick and loud. Your left hand travels from my hip to my back, you slide it under my shirt my skin feels smoother than the satin I'm wearing. I shudder as you scratch lightly down my back and let out a soft moan. 

"I can see you like this" you say toyingly.

With a ragged voice I reply, "yes."

"You're going to behave for me, aren't you?"

"Yyes."

"Good. .. . . Now cum for me."

With your words my body shakes as I moan "Ahhhhmmmmmmyyeeessss." I grab at the laundry still strewn across the bed while I orgasm. You let out a "Mmmm" showing your approval as I wet your hand. Your moan continues my ecstacy and I cum again, not sure my legs can support me. You slow your rhythm to ease me out of my orgasms. "Good girl, now stand up."

Weakly I stand, still supporting myself with my hands on the bed. You take off my shirt and bra and slide your hands along my arms to my breasts, lightly pinching my erect nipples. I moan softly, wishing your fingers were your tongue. Once again you reach forward. I'm surprised when you wrap another sock around my wrists, tying them together. I'm reminded as you press into me that I am naked while you are still fully clothed, but I can feel your hardness against my ass and I know you wish you were naked too. A smirk comes to my lips.

I feel you step away from me. From the sounds of rustling fabric I can guess that you're clearing away the clothes from the bed. My legs are weak and I lean back over to steady myself. "Hmmm, you're having trouble standing" you say, I can hear the smile on your face. "Get on your knees." 

"Mmmmm... yes" I say excitedly as I obey. I lick and bite my lips in anticipation.

I hear more rustling and can only imagine that you are disrobing. I wish I could see you naked. My hands move to the blindfold, I only want one peek. You push my hands down, you are towering over me. "I said I'm in control. Do you need a reminder?" With your left hand you grab my hair and pull my head back gently. The head of your cock touches my lips and I anxiously stick my tongue out and lick you. I can taste your salty excitement and moan at the taste. You simultaneously pull my head back and pull away from my lips. I whine. You sit on the bed, still holding my hair and say "If I have to ask you again to behave I will leave. Alright?"

My head is pulled forward gently "Ye-" I start to say but cannot finish, the head of your cock pressing against my lips. I eagerly take you in my mouth. You stop pulling once you are mostly in my mouth but I continue taking you in, all the way until my lips are at the base of your hard cock. I let out a low moan. 

"Mmmm" escapes you at the sight of my pretty face completely buried in your groin. The sound of your pleasure urges me on and I know I cannot be coy, I need to suck you. I immediately increase my pace flicking my tongue against the bottom of your hard cock with each stroke. I love how you feel inside my mouth. I love feeling your hands knead my hair. I'm so excited by you I can't stop myself. My fingers travel down to my clit, it's awkward with the bindings but I find a way. I continue to lick and suck on you intensely, my fingers working slowly and awkwardly on myself. You soon notice that I'm pleasing myself "Ooo, good girl. I want to feel your moan on my cock, cum for me again."

I can barely continue my rhythm sucking on you while I orgasm loudly, the vibrations of my muffled moans travel from my throat to my lips, and into your cock. Feeling my hand get wet from my orgasm spurs me on more. The sounds and sensation are almost too much for you. You pull on my hair to stop me so you don't cum to early. I disappointedly obey but give you one last lick as you pull out. You stand up and say "Sit down on the bed, scoot back and lay down."

I raise up and climb into the bed, laying as instructed, horizontally across the bed. I can tell that you're standing in front of me now, down near my legs. I can feel your eyes exploring every curve of my body. My wet pussy exposed to you; aching for you. I continue playing with myself and focus on the sound of your quickened breathing, the idea of you watching me, the remaining taste of you in my mouth and my fingers moving around my clit. These thoughts set me off as I orgasm again. I arch my back and I let out a moan, "Mmmm" in an almost whimper, I need you. You climb on top of me, spreading my legs with yours. You gently raise my bound hands above my head. "Keep them there." 

I gasp when I feel your tongue on my right nipple, my back arches as I moan again, louder this time. Your kisses travel from my right breast to my left. Strong and soft at the same time. My skin feels like silk to your lips, you can't get enough. You gently kiss my stomach while you scoot your legs down. I feel your arms slide under my legs as you position yourself. I am primed for you and I know that I will orgasm as soon as I feel your tongue. I feel your lips on mine; both warm and wet, and let out a gasped squeal. You lick my lips slowly, tasting me, separating me with your tongue. You start sucking on my clit in earnest, no teasing me today. "Yessss........ uhnnnnn yesssssssss......ahhhhh .......mmmmm" I moan in ecstacy and press my hips into your face; you moan because I taste so good as I cum on your tongue, again and again. It's hard to keep my hands above my head, I want to bury your head into me. I wish I could see your head between my legs, feel your hair as you bring me to orgasm time after time. The waves of ecstacy run through me, I can't tell one orgasm apart from the other. Soon however, I need to be filled by you and your tongue just won't do. My moans take on a growling needful quality. 

I whisper softly "Pleassse" in between indiscernible sounds of pleasure, risking 'getting in trouble' for saying anything but 'yes' or 'no.' You immediately slow down and pull away from me. I wonder if I will be punished. 

"Please?... Please what?" Even the feeling of your breath on my pussy excites me more. I only reply by breathing heavily, still catching my breath. "Tell me" you say forcefully and flick your tongue a few times on my clit. 

"Ahhh..." I try to catch my breath and finally say "Please fuck me. I need you." 

"Mmmm, I know you do. I suppose you've been well behaved enough to earn your reward."

I let out a whiney moan in response and my hips gyrate. You raise up on your knees and pull my legs up into the air. You lean forward, your hard cock pressing against my warm dripping center and you pull my blindfold off. It takes me a bit to adjust to the daylight from the window. When my eyes have finally adjusted I look into your eyes and match your wicked smile with one of my own. You plunge deep into me, having positioned yourself while my eyes were adjusting. "Oh yessssss! God yes!" I cry out. You grab my ankles, holding my legs straight up in the air, my favorite position, and drill me hard and fast. I can feel myself building to a 'big one' and with every pump a shallow "yes" escapes my lips. My pussy is clamping down on your hard member as your hips drive you into me. My back arches as I move my hips to get a better angle. You start to grunt and drive into me harder, your grip tightening on my ankles. Your carnal sounds drive me to a big orgasm. I am breathless as I shake uncontrollably. I claw at the covers, my bound hands still above my head. I finally manage a sound, "uh.. mn." The feeling of me clamping down on you as I convulse in complete ecstacy gives you the orgasm you've been craving all day. You grunt loudly and pound me only a few more times as you release into me, filling me. We both shake and moan in unison while we are cumming together. 

You collapse on top of me, still inside me and I place my arms around you, my binding still intact. We're both breathing hard. You can feel the walls of my pussy press upon you during my 'aftershocks,' consequently every once in awhile over the next few minutes I moan in your ear. My final reward is a long gentle kiss from you, which I savor every moment of.



Chores



Note: These stories are written by cc for ls. We are in a long distance relationship and use these stories to explore sexual ideas that we can't explore directly. One thread that has been coming up is teasing and orgasm control. LS is very turned on by the idea. Here I took it a step further and automated her torment. Enjoy!

PS: The outfit she dons is a French maid outfit, I sent LS a picture before I started to read her the story, so it is not described in detail.

PPS: I don't know if panties like this really exist, but LS wants me to get her a pair if they do! :)

*

Waking up slowly you let yourself drift into consciousness without opening your eyes. Laying on your belly, you feel the warmth of the several layers of bedding over you. One side of your face exposed to the cool air you bunch yourself down a little more under the blankets. You hear the slight hiss of the air coming from the heater as it warms the room.

You feel my leg next to yours. Moving your arm slightly, you feel my arm and drag it over your back. You realize I'm awake when I slide my hand up under your night shirt then down the back of your panties, cupping one whole ass cheek in my hand. Squeezing it slightly, my warm fingers nestle down slightly between your cheeks.

"Good morning, pet. I love you." I say. 

You smile and relax as I continue to flex my hand, squeezing you ass. You clench your cheeks in appreciation.

You stretch under the sheets, and realize you are fairly wet already. I was very tired last night so I just went down on you and gave you one quick orgasm. It was nice enough and got you through the night, but normally you would expect good morning sex after such a perfunctory orgasm. You always wake up hornier after a single little orgasm than after no orgasm at all the night before.

You decide that a little morning sex is just what you need to get going and snuggle up closer to me. Kissing my shoulder you move my hand out of your panties and pull me on top of you. 

I smile and kiss you deeply as you massage my cock hard. I grab each of your wrists and push your arms down to your sides. Sliding down you body I kiss and lick you all the way down your body, spending several minutes on each nipple.

I get down to your pussy and start working on you in earnest. Playing all around your clit I lick and suck in your lower lips. As you get more turned on and start bucking your hips to get me to either suck your clit hard to let you orgasm, I kiss and lick my way back up. 

Stopping at your breasts again I lick all around your nipples and gently bite each one in turn. You moan beautifully as I grip each nipple in my teeth and pull. As I release I'm greeted with a wonderful sigh.

I get up to your face, kissing and licking and move your arms so that your hands are by your head. Your wrists trapped in my hands as I gaze down at you.

You buck your hips again. "Please, fuck me!" you beg. You're so beautiful. You beg so sweetly, I'm tempted to give you what you want. But not today. Today I'm taking what I want.

"No pet. No morning sex for you," I say, looking you in the eyes. 

Hearing me call you pet, I see frustration and desire on your face. "Yes, Sir. How may I serve you this morning?" you ask. 

"It's chore day for both of us. But I've decided to make it interesting. You can start by taking a shower. I'll have your clothes prepared when you get done."

"Yes, Sir."

"Oh, and no playing with yourself in the shower!"

You look sad as I roll off you and release your wrists. Then, I whip the sheets off both of us, exposing your body to the cool air. Compared to the warmth under the sheets the room feels freezing, even though it's really only 20 degrees.

You head down the hall, brush your teeth and take a quick shower. The hot water feels wonderful as you wash. As you run the washcloth between your legs short jolts of pleasure run through you. Resisting the temptation to masturbate in the shower, you finish quickly and dry off. 

Walking back into the bedroom, you see I've laid out some clothes on the bed.

"Come here and let me see you before you get dressed pet," I say as I walk out of my closet. I've put on jeans and a shirt.

You stand before me and present yourself, pulling your arms slightly back and sticking out your chest. I run my hands over your breasts, tweaking the nipples. Then I run my hand down your belly and slip my fingers between your legs. You've recently waxes away all your public hair and I check to make sure you are smooth. Your clit is still swollen and slightly hard as I feel you. I smile, you're very turned on and the day has barely started.

"Turn around and bend over," I command.

You do as I say, putting your hands on your knees for support and arching your back. It looks like you're hoping that I will take you from behind and so I hear your sigh of resignation as I squat down to inspect you from behind.

You've done a good job waxing and there are no stray hairs. Still, I run my fingers around both your pussy and asshole, softly touching you and teasing you.

"Very good, pet."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Ok, lets get you dressed," I say and stand up. I take a thin strip of cloth off the bed and you see it's a collar. Rather frilly, but it's a collar and I put it around your neck. 

"Thank you, Sir." 

I kiss you and say, "Ok, you can finish getting dressed." 

You put on the very short dress, hair band and stockings. As you are finishing putting your bondage high heels on, I walk out of the closet with... something.

I hold the item up and say, "Your panties!"

It takes you a few moments to realize that the item I am holding is in fact a pair of panties. They look to be made out of latex and there is a small vibrator that will be in you as you wear them. But what's odd about them is that there are several wires in a bundle running off one side.

"The wires are power and control wires for the vibrators and sensors." I say, seeing the confusion on your face.

"Put them on and I'll explain. Here, lick the vibrator to lube it up before you put them on pet."

You take the panties and look at them. In addition to the insertable vibrator, there looks to be a small vibrator that will sit right on your clit. You see a few other pads but don't know what they are for.

The insertable vibrator is only about 10 cm so you take it in your mouth and get it wet. Then carefully you step into the panties and work them up your legs. When they are high enough you line the vibrator up and ease it into you. It's a bit small, but it feels wonderful as you slide it in. You see me watching, so you resist fucking yourself with it even a little.

The panties on, I kneel down and inspect them carefully. Shifting things around slightly I make sure that the small vibrator in front is sitting between your pussy lips so that all vibrations will be directly on your clit. Then I wrap a small belt/harness around your waist, under your skirt. It rests heavily on your hips, but isn't too bulky.

"The belt has batteries and the transmitter," I say, pressing the power button.

Nothing seems to happen. "The vibrators are controlled by the computer. The sensor pads in your panties monitor your blood pressure, pulse and body temperature. If the computer thinks you get too close to orgasm it will shut down and let you calm down a bit before resuming the program. I've tested the battery life and with fresh batteries this belt should last five hours of continuous use. Follow me, I want to make sure everything is setup correctly."

I take you into the office and start up a computer program. I click a button and your clit vibrator starts to gently buzz. I make a few adjustments and the vibrator intensifies then settles down. This is definitely strong enough to make you come and your eyes unfocus slightly. I turn down the vibrator again and while it's still enough to get you off, it will take quite a bit longer.

Then I start to adjust the vibrator in your pussy. After only a few seconds you're breathing rapidly and clearly flushed. You're going to come in a minute if I keep this up!

Then, suddenly, everything turns off. You moan slightly and find yourself looking into my smiling face.

"I see I have all the settings right!" And you whimper, "That's not fair, Sir!"

"Not fair? But this pleases me greatly, my pet!" I say with smile and stand up. "Time to thank me properly, pet. On your knees."

Pouting you get on your knees and I undo my pants. As I pull down my underwear, I say, "Grab your heels and don't let go, pet."

You do and I step in so you can take me into your mouth. I'm hard and I point my cock at your mouth. As you lean open up and start to take me I let you touch the tip with your tongue and I pull back. Then, offering myself to you again, I pull back as your tongue touches the tip.

"Ask nicely, pet."

"Please, Sir. May I suck your cock?" you ask, your voice a sexy whisper.

Smiling, I put my hand on your head and guide myself into your mouth. I go slowly and let you lick me up and down and get me wet. Then, I take control and start easing myself in and out. You keep up your tongue action as I slowly fuck your mouth.

Alternating between letting you suck on your own and me just fucking your mouth I enjoy your mouth and your submission. I've given you lots of cock sucking practice during our time together and you have gotten very good. 

Lost in focus as you suck my cock, you aren't prepared as the vibrators turn back on. They are both on high and your eyes fly open. You would moan loudly except that my cock is deep in your mouth. It feels wonderful to me and you quickly get back to your sucking.

It doesn't take long before my feel the tightness of impending orgasm. I relax and let go as you suck me dry.

You continue sucking until I'm soft and I pull out of your mouth. Grabbing a towel I dry myself and pull up my pants.

"Ok, pet. There's a list of chores on the table. I'll be back in 2 hours, I want that list finished when I return!" Then, I pull you to your feet and kiss you deeply. One of the many things I like about your shoes is that now you are at least as tall as I am. I don't have to reach down to kiss you. 

Giving your ass a playful smack I walk out, put on my shoes and coat and head out the door.

You walk, slowly because of the extremely high heels into the kitchen and look at the list of chores on the table. Really, it's just the normal cleaning we do most weeks, along with a note to do the wash. However, as the vibrators go into a pulsing rhythm you think that chores will be a lot more interesting this week!

The vibrators are a gentle pleasant buzzing as you put a load of clothes in the washer and head out to start sweeping the floors. Rocking your hips as you sweep it's actually quite nice and you start to think that this will be a nice way to warm up for our play later today. Then, without warning, both vibrators jump to full. The feeling is intense and you have to put your hand on the wall to steady yourself.

You are nearly there, orgasm coming in 3... 2... ....???

The vibrators turned off!

Gasping for breath you lean against the wall. You were SO close! Recovering your breath, you look at the clock and see that 30 minutes have passed since I left. You estimate that normally putting in a load of clothes and sweeping what you have should have taken 15 minutes at most. You need to get sweeping again if you're going to finish.

You rush through sweeping the rest of the living room and are putting the clothes in the dryer when the vibrators kick back in. This time on a medium pulsing setting. Gritting your teeth you realize you have to focus on cleaning or your won't be done when I get home. You aren't sure what will happen if you aren't done, but you are sure you don't want to find out.

Focusing on cleaning you get the bathroom done and are working on the kitchen when the vibrators burst back into your mind. Short bursts, alternating between your clit and your pussy. There is no rhythm and so you can easily block it out.

And now you also realize that while you were focusing on cleaning, your body was well aware of the vibrators and you feel the juices squish between the latex panty and your warm flesh. Betrayed by your own body you quickly get hot as orgasm nears. Only to have the vibrators turn down to a low dull pulsing. Not low enough to let you calm down, only low enough to keep you on the edge. 

But that's worse since the longer you spend on the edge, the longer and harder it is go get off. You'll need to go higher!

Cleaning the kitchen you suspect that you aren't doing a good job. Your vision blurs every few minutes as the pleasure takes hold of your mind. Twice you snap out of some kind of trance only to look and realize you had been wiping the same spot on the counter for 5 minutes.

Again, you find yourself lost in thought as the clothes dryer buzzes to let you know it's done. Looking at the clock as you fold the clothes you realize I'm due home in 20 minutes, and you still have wash and 2 more rooms to clean!

You strip the bedsheets and put on fresh sheets, and sweep the bedroom. Thankfully, there isn't much in here to clean and you carry the sheets down the hall to put in the wash.

As you carry them you sniff and, putting your nose to the sheets inhale deeply. You smell me, the scent you breathe as you sleep with your face in my shoulder. And you smell yourself. The scent of your sex and my cum from our sex earlier in the week.  

Lost in memory you don't realize how turned on you are getting until the vibrators turn off all the way. This time you bite the sheets to stop from yelling out. You were soooo close. Between the vibrators and reliving the memory of our sex you were right on the edge and didn't even know it until it was too late.

You fight back a tear and think, "This is so unfair!" Then you smile, you know that this was exactly what I wanted. Knowing that you are pleasing me makes you smile, although it does not stop a few tears of frustration.

Wiping your tears on the sheets, you stuff them into the washer and just get started on the office when you hear me return.

"Hey, honey!" I call out. "I'm home!"

You see me as I walk into the kitchen carrying several bags of groceries. "These are the cold items. Can you put them in the fridge while I go get the rest?" I ask over my shoulder as I head back out the door.

You put the last item in the freezer as the vibrators kick back on. High enough to grab your attention, but low enough to only put you into a slow cook. Then they jolt into high gear!

I come back into the kitchen to see you with both hands on the counter holding on. I can tell you are trying to will yourself to orgasm, your legs trembling slightly in the effort of keeping you up.

I put down the last of the groceries and smile as I hear the vibrators switch off. I smile as you groan in frustration. Looking closely I see little beads of sweat on your upper lip and a little sheen on your thigh where the panty has not been able to fully contain your wetness.

"Does my pet want to come so soon?" I ask. "It's only been a few hours?"

"Please, Sir C, please let me come!"

"This is sooner than I planned, but I don't want to torment you too much! I'll let you have a chance to earn your orgasm, do you think that's fair?"

Watching your face I can clearly see both that you think that you've already earned your orgasm and that you will do anything I say if it means you actually get the orgasm you've earned.

"Yes, Sir C, that's fair. Thank you, Sir."

"Good girl, now come along.... heh... to the bedroom."

I follow you to the bedroom, watching the swaying of your hips. Admiring the view from behind. Drinking in how sexy you are.

I open the office door behind you and grab a small box, then follow you into the bedroom. You are standing next to the bed, waiting for me.

"Put your hands behind your back and arch your back out."

You do as I say. Your breasts standing out, I can see your nipples clearly through the silky material.

Standing still your eyes half closed as you feel the vibrators buzzing away again. You are far, far more aroused than when you first got up, yet you feel ever further from the orgasm that would offer such relief. The little insertable vibrator in your pussy is too small even if you could fuck yourself on it. All it can do is tease you.

I stand, watching you breathe, watching you wait for me. Your arms back, your chest out, eyes heavily lidded I would normally throw you on the bed and fuck you. 

"Now, I know that I'm the first man you've ever had sex with. The boys you are used to were quick to shoot, but also quick to reload. Well, that was a wonderful blowjob you gave me this morning." 

A smile crosses your lips at this compliment.

"However, that was only a couple of hours ago. So, if you want to come, you have to get me rock hard and aroused again. To start with you can use only your mouth," I say as I drop my pants off on the floor and climb onto the bed. Propping my head on a pillow to ensure I can enjoy the view I spread my legs and relax.

"You may start, my pet. You have 15 minutes." 

You climb on the bed and start licking my dick. Normally I am already half hard when we get this far. When this isn't the case, you taking my whole limp dick into your mouth quickly gets me there, but this is the first time we've tried to have sex a second time so soon.

Rubbing your tongue along the underside and along the head seems to have little impact. Lowering your head you suck in my balls while letting my dick flop across your cheek. You see a little progress, but not much.

You see me reach over for the box I brought into the room and press a button. Once again, you are glad to have my balls in your mouth to stifle a loud moan as both vibrators turn on full power. 

"A little incentive." I say as I smile down at you.

Watching you suck me is incredibly erotic and between the sight and sensations you gradually bring me alive again. Not wanting to let this end too soon, I press the button on the box again and this time the vibrators alternate, each wave seeming to grow stronger.

After 10 minutes I'm rock hard, and I decide to have mercy on you. "You may also use your hands, pet. I don't want to wear out your jaw!" I say with a smile. As you bring your hands up to play with my balls and stroke my cock, I press the button on the box again, this time sending both vibes back onto full speed.

Watching you I admire the view. Your beautiful face, loving my cock so intently. Little beads of sweat on your face as you struggle to reach your own orgasm. Reaching down, I cup your cheek in my hand. Raising your face slightly, I look your in the eyes. 

Your hands still working on my cock, feverishly stroking away, your eyes filled with lust. "Lets take care of you, my pet," I say as I sit up. Pressing a different button I turn off both vibes and quickly undo the wires to your panties and the belt. 

Then, even knowing what to expect I am surprised at how wet your panties are as I slide them down your legs. Grabbing a pillow, I put it under your hips. You lay down over it quickly and arch your back.

Spreading your legs I slide it with one long thrust, the smaller insertable vibrator prepping you for me. Once in you I only pause for a second to support myself over your, making sure I have a nice view of your wonderful ass as I start to fuck you. You're already so wet, so hot I quickly get into high speed and thrust as fast as I can.

You gather some of the fresh sheets, clenching the cloth in your hands, taking some into your mouth and biting it. Feeling my cock slide in and out, you clench down hard each time I pull out trying to prolong the feeling of fullness. Each time I thrust in you tremble, like having a friend visit after a long absence.




Chores for Peggy



Chapter 1

Like many young boys growing up, I took on small odd jobs here and there to make a bit of spare cash and supplement a usually measly allowance. But unlike the many routine jobs taken by my friends - my mother found me weekend work for a friend of hers who lived in the neighborhood. The work involved was fairly routine: gardening work, vacuuming and other general household chores every Saturday morning, but the circumstances of my employment were far from usual. Peggy and her husband Dennis were in their late forties and their two children had already left home for college leaving the couple in a sumptuously large house - which is why they hired me to help them take care of some of the weekly chores necessary to care for their place.

What was different about the job however was a unique sexual tension that lingered in their house making my Saturday mornings a weekly event I looked forward to anxiously every week...and remembered with lustful fondness for the week following. For instance, Peggy's attire on those lazy Saturday mornings was insufferably distracting for a man of any age, but for a high school aged boy with only awkward sexual experience to his credit, the air of sophistication that Peggy exuded was the very stuff of fantasy. She always opened the door in a silky bathrobe, having usually just emerged from the shower, and the robe clung to her body with sticky closeness, hugging her beautiful breasts and ass and leaving little to the imagination - it was as though she wore a liquid garment that molded perfectly to her form, accentuated all the more by her swaying walk. But what usually made me all the more enflamed were her long tanned and tapered legs coming to an end with the most perfectly manicured feet. I spent a lot of time taking in her legs with my eyes, trying carefully to avoid being caught in a lustful stare.

After a welcome like this, I typically spent the duration of my chores aroused to a painful state of stiffness fantasizing on some possible steamy encounter with this ravishing creature. But Peggy never gave any overt sign apart from the most tempting house wear that she knew of my intrigue or drooling interest. One morning however I was introduce to the sexual animal that is Peggy. Answering the door one Saturday, Peggy, unshowered, appeared distracted and in slight disarray. Her usually tidy gown was open sloppily down past her navel giving a stunning glimpse at the slope of her breasts and the taughtness of her skin. Her hair too was a mess and she was breathing heavily while I noticed a subtle shimmer to her skin. 

“Are you OK?”, I asked her reflexively.

“Really, I’m fine René”, she breathlessly replied, “Please just go ahead with the vacuuming, I’ll be back down to let you know what else I had in mind for today.”

Quickly, she turned and bounded up the stairs, the shortness of her robe giving a peep at the bare orbs of her ass. Shaking my head in disbelief at this woman’s body, I proceeded to set up the vacuum to begin cleaning – but before the machine’s sound could shatter the silence I heard a woman cried out in a long and deep moan from an upstairs room. I stopped and listened some more and slowly made out the unmistakable sounds of two people having sex – no, two people fucking.

“Ahhhhrgghh…stick it all the way in you stud…split my pussy with your gorilla cock!!!”

Stunned for a moment, I waited for the reply.

“Oh baby – you’ve got me sooo hard!!”

I might just as well have been saying those words as my cock had swelled and snaked its way down my pant leg, pleading for attention and relief from its confines. The scene that I could only imagine above drew me powerfully, and scurrying as my dick pleasurably scraped against my jeans I quietly hurried up the stairs toward the master bedroom. There was no need to peek however because as I rounded the corner toward the room I noticed their door was wide open and that a tangled sweaty nest of flesh was gyrating just over the threshold on the floor. Peggy and Dennis were in a Kama Sutra pose and I had an unobstructed view as his veined and deep purple cock slid sloppily in and out of Peggy’s enflamed cunt.

I stared in blind lust at this scene before me. It took no time for Dennis to scream out in release as he wrenched his cock from Peggy’s body spraying creamy cum all over the place like an unmanned garden hose. At the same time, Peggy untangled her naked and glistening body and scrambled to take her husband’s still spewing rod into her mouth. As she dove for his cock, however, she gave a side glance locking her gaze with mine for what was certainly a brief moment, but seemed like an eternity. With a quick smile she turned her ravenous attention back to her husband’s cock, gobbling the remainder of his semen, as Dennis groaned and convulsed like a wounded animal on the carpet. Overwhelmed by what had just transpired, I looked down to notice that I had creamed all over the inside of my pants leaving a dark and obscene stain…I knew from this point on, Saturday morning chores would never be the same at the Sanford house.

As I arrived the following Saturday my mind and cock were already aroused by what awaited me at the Sanford’s. Nothing had been said about what had happened the weekend before but I knew that now all was out in the open, including my lust for Peggy. I trembled as I rung the bell and heard the usual padding of steps approaching the door. However that was where all things familiar ceased. Peggy swung wide the door and hurriedly pulled me inside, closing it behind me. I then turned to take her in all her naked glory. Her skin was flawless and a light chocolate brown. Her breasts, full and beautifully pendulous looked out at me with wide and erect nipples. But her crowning glory was her clean-shaven pussy framed by wide and luscious hips.

“You’ve seen me in a much more compromised state,” she started with a chuckle, “there’s no need for pretense any longer. I’ve always been much more relaxed around the house without clothes and didn’t figure you’d be uncomfortable with it given what you saw last Saturday.”

I gave a lame nod and a squeaky attempt to reassure her that I had no problems with it, but obviously, this new arrangement would make the battle with my hormones and cock and much more difficult affair. I went about my tasks that morning paying very little attention to what I was actually doing and more to the movements of Peggy as she went about the house in her usual elegant style, bending, reaching and occasionally mind-numbingly stretching, giving me a full and unobscured view of her sexy form – but this time there was no secrecy in my stares and Peggy often giggled at the effect I was having on her which I no longer tried to hide either.

As the morning wore on we both found ourselves in the kitchen together for a break and refreshment. We sat across from each other drinking sodas, Peggy with her legs spread temptingly open and no table in between us to obstruct my glaring gaze.

“Obviously you’re pleased with the show I’ve been giving”, she said suggestively, “you’ve been walking around with that hard on all day!”

I gulped at her candor and my cock leaped strongly in my shorts.

“But you’re naked Peggy,” I said, “and that’s bound to make a young guy horny. Besides you have a spectacular body and seeing you naked has always been a secret desire of mine, one I thought would never become reality.”

“Do you mean you’ve masturbated while thinking about my naked body?,” she said bluntly.

Nervously I replied, “There would be something wrong with me if I didn’t, don’t you think?”

What this obviously suggested was that at some point in the day I would be thinking back to the events of this morning and picturing myself ravishing Peggy’s pussy on the couch, the kitchen floor, if not every room in the house, stroking myself to a powerful pulsing climax. Apparently seizing on this inevitability, Peggy made an astonishing suggestion:

“Well, René, you might as well take advantage of your lust right now while you have the object of it right here in front of you. Go ahead and take your clothes off – I want to watch you take care of that small, or perhaps large problem of yours.”

After sporting an erection for 4 excruciating hours, this offer of relief, though unusual, was a welcome opportunity to carry my lust to the next stage. Without much consideration I pulled my shirt above my head and lowered my shorts and boxers in one swift motion leaving me naked but for my socks, sitting on the chair in front of Peggy. My cocked swayed and pulsed an angry red. Both our eyes were fixed to it as it represented both her and my desire. Neither spoke for a long moment until Peggy said urgently.

“Grab it, please. Grab it with your hand and start pumping your cock for me. Please…”

Her tone had changed from one in control of her thoughts to one who had been swept away in lustful passion. And to satisfy her and my desire I squeezed my engorged meat between my right hand and began pulling at it eagerly.

“Don’t hold back,” she said, “I love the sight of a man jerking off for me, and the eruption of come when you climax – please, I want to see you come – come all over the place”

With that she scooted between my legs, placing her hands on my thighs and rubbing them from my knees to desperately close to my flying hand.

“I want a close up look of your hard dick as you bring yourself off and shoot your load René – don’t disappoint me – you have such a sexy cock and I want to see it explode!”

As I increased the tempo of my motions, Peggy leaned directly above my shaft and let a large glob of saliva dribble from her lips onto the head of my cock oiling the already rapid pistoning of my hand over my cockhead.

“That’s it,” she whispered loudly, “ now it’s nice and slick so you can jerk it even harder and faster”

I was fast approaching the brink, losing all control. I bucked wildly on the chair, intoxicated by Peggy’s touch on my legs as I squeezed my cock roughly.

“I want to fuck you Peggy – I want to fuck you all day and in every way – I want you to drain all the cum out of my body..”, I said, with a wildness that shocked even myself.

“Don’t worry René, there will be plenty of time for that, right now I just want to revel in your hot fuck juice – come on, stroke it harder – get there, get there you nasty boy!”

I was losing myself and my self control and felt the telltale contraction deep within my balls as my body readied to expel my seed like a geyser. And then it came and came. Peggy squealed as the first forceful shot spurting from my piss hole in a long white ribbon. It cleared her shoulder and landed with an audible splat on her back and the linoleum floor. Peggy quickly moved her wide open mouth above my spraying cock as the next streams raced into her mouth, slamming into the back of her throat. The scene was lurid and messy as some of the come that had found its mark came pouring back out of her mouth and onto my still pumping fist and enflamed cock. She then tore my hand from my shaft and plunged her mouth around the crown commingling the sloppy mixture of cum and saliva. Both of us were tense beyond breathing but I finally caught my breath in a loud moan that sounded more animal than man. Peggy’s smile told all that needed to be told as I looked at her face covered in sex grease. Though still overwhelmed by the intensity of the scene we quickly broke into raucous laughter as we fell to the floor in a twister tangle. Our passionate and sloppy kisses spoke of our desire and confirmed that this had not been a mistake and in fact only the beginning.

Just then, Dennis, whom I thought had not been home, walked into the kitchen and exclaimed:

“I was wondering when you two would be finished. I was getting thirsty for a beer but didn’t want to interrupt.”

Shocked at first, I would soon learn that not everything was as it seemed at the Sanford household…

Chapter 2

My introduction to the Sanford way had brought about an astonishing change to my weekly routine and for the week following my initiation, I could hardly keep Mrs. Sanford’s ravenous body out of my mind, or my cock out of my hand. Trying to fall asleep on Friday night was the hardest part, as though Christmas awaited me the following morning. Peggy had already given me the gift of seeing her naked and in an uninhibited fuck scene with her husband – but masturbating into her mouth on the very same day convinced me beyond doubt that Peggy had an unsatisfied taste for cock and all things sexual. It was hard to believe that such a sexy older woman would have the same sex drive as a young man 20 years her junior, but as I was to discover, even an oversexed high school kid was no match for Peggy’s all out erotic intensity.

I woke up on Saturday morning having hardly slept and wearing a hard on that was several hours old. Still, I resisted the temptation of stroking myself to a Peggy-inspired orgasm, confident that the opportunity for release was not far away. I checked my alarm clock obsessively, trying to speed along the time. Not able to contain myself any longer I quickly showered, pulled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and scurried out the door towards the Sanfords. 

I arrived at their door an hour before I usually would and hoped that I wouldn’t come across as over-eager – after all I still was there ostensibly to clean up around the house and for all I knew, last weekend could have been an aberration and a mistake which Peggy had come to regret after a week’s reflection. I knocked tentatively on the door but there was no response. Listening closely however, I overheard the sound of the television coming from the living room from the other side of the house. Assuming the Sanfords were up, I tried the door handle – it turned and I pushed open the door letting myself inside.

I called out, “Peggy?,” but the answer never came. Removing my shoes I walked softly towards the living room and the dull noise from the television. Emerging from the hallway I first noticed the TV screen displaying a woman in a full body leotard demonstrating some yoga exercises. Spread out on a mat in front of the television was Peggy, her head pointing away from me, mimicking the position of the woman in the video. She was lying on her back with her legs pulled wide and back toward her chest grabbing her heels with her hands. I was stunned by Peggy’s flexibility – she was mimicking the host’s position perfectly, except there was one crucial difference: Peggy was perfectly naked.

Mrs. Sanford was oblivious to my presence as she breathed in a heavy rhythmic manner her eyes clenched meditatively. I stood there meditating myself on the spectacle only a few feet away as Peggy moved her outstretched legs around hypnotically, at times hiding and at other times revealing her closely shaven pussy. Responding to the prompting of the woman on TV, Peggy pulled her legs backward, amazingly locking her feet behind her head in a mesmerizing display. Her pussy and asshole were now propped up facing the ceiling as her breasts squeezed between her legs. The litheness of her physique and pure sensuousness of her movements was causing my own breathing to intensify and I drooled at the sight of her in an imagined offering to my touch, taste and exploration. My fantasies from the past week had not been nearly as good as this reality and I wanted desperately to feel my naked flesh against her own.

I quickly and quietly removed all of my clothing and leaned against the wall to continue watching these morning exercises. My cock was already seething with lust as precum dripped profusely from its tip. I roughly grabbed hold of it and began stroking deeply in time with the yoga soundtrack. Soon, Peggy released herself from her compact position and stood to her feet facing the television. I reveled in her fully naked backside as she gently swayed to the music, her hands roaming over her body in a more sexual way than one might expect for a yoga routine. Her mere presence was giving me fits of fantasy as I began to stroke more urgently, keeping a week’s worth of expectation at bay. Just then, Peggy began to dip her head and back towards me as she slowly and tantalizingly fell into an arch position with her pelvis high in the air and only her hands and feet touching the mat below. It was at that moment that she saw me, albeit from an upside down position, and my hand froze on my cock, no more confident from the events of last week that my voyeurism and open arousal would be welcome.

“Well good morning sexy,” she said in the most serene and undisturbed tone, “I’m glad to see you came prepared for a morning of hard work”

Still arched sexily on the floor in front of me, Peggy gave a wink suggesting that not only was my behavior fine by her but in fact encouraged.

“Come over here and give me a hand will you,” she said smiling mischievously, “Naked yoga always gets me hot and bothered in the morning and my pussy needs some attention now that I see you and your strong hard cock.”

Without needing any more instructions I leaped over the back of the couch to the space in front of the TV, my cock bouncing and slapping sharply against my naked body. I moved over to her feet and without hesitation she spread her legs wide, still contorted in her yogic arch. 

“Give my pussy all the attention it deserves René, just don’t fuck it…yet”, she implored.

I stepped between her legs, resting the shaft of my cock on top of her pussy as I slid my hands urgently all over her slightly sweaty flesh. I paused at her breasts, my fingers dancing over her nipples and squeezing them to pertness. As I caressed her breasts I thrust my cock along the folds of Peggy’s pussy, drawing the cock head back teasingly to its entrance and then sliding it sharply downwards between her ass cheeks, exploring the roughness of her puckered anus. I continued in this sawing motion as Peggy began moaning louder and more raggedly, pushing her hips upward in a frantic fucking motion. Her juices flowed freely coating my cock in a slippery mixture that made gliding the shaft across her pussy and ass all the easier.

I was amazed at how she could carry on while in such an awkward position, but she showed no signs of tiring. In fact the more she became turned on, the more powerful her motions became.

“That’s right René,” she gasped breathlessly, “stroke my clit with your cock!”

I couldn’t be happier to oblige and it wasn’t long before Peggy was shuddering in a convulsive orgasm, her body shimmering in a deep volcanic eruption. As she lost herself in her orgasm, I swiftly snuck around her body, dropped to my knees and plunged my raging cock into her mouth without warning. I immediately felt her frantic sucking on my rod as I fucked her face deeply to the back of her throat.

“God Peggy, your mouth is so hot and wet,” I barely let out, “You’re incredible, a dream come true.” 

She momentarily took her mouth off my dick and growled in a wanton tone, “Just shut up and come in my throat René.”

At that, my lunging deepened as I felt my cock head slip past her tonsils and up into her throat. I grabbed her by the ass and raised her legs up and over my shoulders in one swift motion so that we were in an upright sixty-nine, gorging ourselves on each others enflamed and dripping organs. I thrust in earnest now reaching the blissful point of explosion as I clasped my mouth onto Peggy’s pussy screaming orgasmic nonsense into its depth. I shot piercing streams of cum into her throat as I held my cock root-deep at her mouth’s entrance. Collapsing in a fornicating heap, Peggy slowly and excruciatingly pulled her lips up my shaft giving one last popping suck on my head as I lurched in a mixture of pleasure and sensitive pain.

“Thanks for finishing off my morning workout René,” she said with a sarcastic grin, “I had other plans for you today but this unexpected surprise was a welcome beginning…”




Chores for Peggy



“Beginning?,” I asked betraying my excitement.

“What did you expect after last Saturday,” she shot back coyly, “that it would be business as usual? My husband and I spoke about what happened and I was blunt with him: I want you to be my weekly sexual relief so he’s agreed that you and I can have the run of the house each Saturday morning. I just need someone to be wild with and from what I can tell we make a pretty smoking pair don’t you think? There are only two house rules: no clothes and no inhibitions alright?”

My mouth was agape in disbelief that this could have ever happened to me, especially with someone as gorgeously irresistible as Peggy and my cock twitched in agreement at the dizzying possibilities – vacuuming would never be the same again. Peggy looked down at my rejuvenated cock and grabbed it gamefully.

“We’ve got a hard worker here by the looks of things,” she joked, “but let’s first go upstairs and get him cleaned off before I give him any more chores today.”

With that I followed Peggy’s swaying ass up the stairs and into the sprawling master bathroom, unable to keep my eager hands off her sultry form. She opened the large glass shower doors and turned on the water. Then, without warning she dragged me into the stall while the water was still cold. The shock of the cold water on our steaming bodies caused each of us to shriek in surprise and fall into each others arms where we instantly engaged in a deep and probing kiss. Over the next half-hour we washed and rubbed each other’s bodies in a wordless prelude to more fucking. Each of us knew what was to come and were silent in heated anticipation. My cocked wagged about as Peggy would casually bump up against it sliding it across her soapy body or giving it the occasional playful squeeze, keeping it at a heightened state of arousal. I of course was returning the favor, roughly probing her pussy with my fingers making her sigh in delight.

My heightened horniness was getting the better of me and grabbing Peggy by the shoulders, I spun her around and bent her over. She placed her hands on the shower wall bracing herself for an onslaught but my plans weren’t immediately for fucking – I wanted to pleasure her apparent endless capacity to cum with orgasm after crashing orgasm. As the warm water pummeled her ass I took one hand and sunk three fingers at once past her reddened pussy lips. Using two fingers from my other hand, I circled her star-shaped anus with varying pressure as Peggy already was on her way to a cascading cum. Finally as I sensed she was losing control, I gored her ass with my fingers plunging in and out of both her pussy and anus in deep and alternating strokes. Peggy was on the brink as her screams echoed in my ears doing nothing but encouraging me to continue with even greater ferocity. Wholly overcome by her pleasure, Peggy collapsed slowly to the shower floor but I did not relent and kept my fingers working even as she lay ass up on the wet tile. Her screams continued with equal intensity but it was clear they were screams of pleasure as indicated by her smile and her own hand working swiftly against her clit.

After what seemed like an endless orgasm the animal within me took over and I lifted Peggy up in my arms and carried her out of the shower still dripping wet to the bedroom. I tossed her down on top of the covers and turned her over on her front. Spreading her legs slightly I wasted no time climbing on top of her, our slick bodies slithering against each other which made staying on top an acrobatic challenge. My cock was so hard it was parallel with my body as I slid myself forward along Peggy’s back and split her pussy with my rod in one savage thrust. It was my turn to give in to the throes of cum filled passion as I grunted and groaned toward oblivion. I got up on my knees while still inside of her to get better leverage for my impending release stroking long and hard, bouncing Peggy’s shining body on the king sized bed.

Crashing towards orgasm I moaned loudly in a distorted wolf cry. Grabbing Peggy’s shoulder’s I pulled my cock into her pulsing pussy deeper than I thought imaginable as I began spraying my seed inside of her glorious cunt. I kept my crotch deeply pressed against her backside as I finished empty my slightly diminished but no less powerful load. I brought my body down to meet her’s as I continued a slow grind in the luxuriant afterglow. My continued probing in Peggy’s cum-filled pussy brought her to even more surprisingly intense orgasms.

“Oh yes René, never take it out of me, never.”

A tough bill indeed but I had plans that on most Saturdays from now on, I would likely be inside of her more than not…



Chorus Bitches vs Band Geeks



It was a typical hotel room, only it was smaller than most because it was London. It had the usual dark cherry modern furniture, the usual bedspreads, the usual tasteful carpet. Two double beds. The assorted London landmarks hung on black and white pictures, taken with soft focus and odd angles to lend an air of mystery.

Evan was on one of the beds, his back propped up on two pillows. A half smoked joint in his hand, his other clutching protectively to his fly, fending off a pretty blond's advances.

"It feels weird with them watching like that," Evan said. His accent was English and he pointed his smoking joint at the two girls sitting uncomfortably on the dresser in front of them.

The two girls did everything in their power to look anywhere but in front of them. It was clear that they didn't like what was going on, Evan was sure of it.

That accent sent a thrill through the cute blond every time Evan spoke. It wasn't sophisticated English, but Amber was southern east coast in the States and didn't know any better.

"Your friend doesn't seem to mind," Amber, nodding at the occupants on the neighboring bed.

Evan looked on the other bed. No, Alfie wasn't the sort to mind an audience. Alfie wasn't the sort to mind anything. There with his pants around his ankles, head lolled back, another pretty blond kneeling down between his legs, her head bobbing up and down on his cock, while her fingers expertly stroked him down his shaft.

But Evan was the smarter of the two and wasn't quite ready to go against his better judgment. At least not yet, though his swelling cock was doing more to ease his mind than any argument Amber had made.

"Those two made trouble last night though sure enough," Evan persisted. "What happens with I get my pants down and they go running off to snitch again? I barely got out of here without getting picked up by the coppers eh?"

"Don't worry," Amber said, giving up on the zipper and working her hand up and down his hardness. "They won't give us anymore trouble. You know those pills you gave me last night?"

"Yes" Evan said.

"Look," Amber handed him her phone with an exasperated sigh and clicked a button to bring up the pictures.

"Amber please..." The shorter and much skinnier dark haired girl on the desk plead. while a rosy blush colored her face. "You promised you wouldn't show anyone."

"One more word from you," Amber warned. "I'll send it to everyone right now. Do you want to try me?"

"Be quiet," hissed the other girl on the desk. At 5 foot 10, she was taller and big boned. She work glasses and pony tail, and outweighed her friend by a good fifty pounds.

"But Courtney-" Gwen whined, drying her sweaty palms on her jeans. 

The look in the other girl's eyes silenced Gwen's protest.

Amber smiled as Evan released his zipper. She quickly made light work of it and his belt. His hard cock springing to attention. A nice cock, she thought as she inhaled his masculine scent.

Evan couldn't believe his eyes as he looked at the images on the phone. The two geeks from the desk. The very same girls that went running for the teachers to snitch on them last night. Who pretended to be so innocent. But these pictures showed they weren't so innocent after all. Christ, they were hard core dykes. Here was a picture of them naked...sixty-nining each other's pussies. Another of them scissoring each other. A spread beaver shot. Fuck it was hot. Hotter than hot, for Evan was a huge fan of lesbian porn. He wanted to see a picture of some tongue on pussy closeups, but then a thought came to him like a flash. He scanned quickly through the pictures. Sure enough, not a single shot showed the girl's eyes. The pills! Why they'd been fucking out of it the whole time. Why they'd been...

"You drugged them and posed them like two manikins, however you liked." Evan said in wonder. "That's why they're not running off to snitch like they did before. You've got those two by the short and curlies."

"Mmmm...huuhhh.." The blond mumbled as she sucked his cock.

For the briefest of moments, the two girls on the desk hopes soared. This boy knew that they'd been drugged and posed in the most horrible manner and finally blackmailed into keeping quiet while these two sluts fucked and sucked and filled the whole room with pot smoke.

Those hopes were soon dashed with Evan's next words.

"You know, we could make them do whatever you liked. Not snitching being just the tip it." he said, holding a picture from the camera up close. "God, this shit is hot."

Amber snaked her tongue around Evan's hard cock, no longer paying attention to what the English boy was saying.

"Wow, you already have these pictures set up to send to everyone in your contacts list," Evan lied. He had no idea how to work the phone other than switching from one picture to the next. "That's mean." Then to the girls on the desk: "You two make out or I'll forward these pictures myself."

With a cock in her mouth, Amber could care less what Evan was going on about. However, the two girls on the desk did. They'd both seen the pictures. It didn't matter that they'd been set up, the damage if those pictures got out would be real enough. They'd be the laughing stock of school. Worse, their parents would kill them.

The larger of the two girl's in particular. Her father was a city councilman. Shit...his career depended on his family being perfect.

All because of these two blond bitches from chorus. Why couldn't they have roomed with some girls from band? Everyone knew chorus was for dumb sluts. They had been right to tell the teacher. And now? Now this was how they were repaid for doing the right thing? Those two bitches didn't even get in trouble ... not a single bit. And now...and now?

So, it was Courtenay that made the first move. She kissed her friend Gwen.

"What are you doing," Gwen whispered. It was bad enough to be blackmailed to keep quiet and watch the deviant activities those two bitches from Chorus class. No way was she going to entertain this dumb ass English hooligan too.

"Don't be a baby," Courtenay said. "We've kissed before."

"That's diffe.." Gwen's lips were silenced by her best friend's. Sure they'd kissed before and hugged too. They'd even held hands. But those were platonic kisses. They were...well to be honest they were just like these kisses. Only there were more of these. Perhaps Courtenay was right, perhaps she was being a baby. If this was all Evan wanted, she could do this...hell, she could even throw in a hug or two.

"I want to see some tongue action and I want to see some feeling up ladies,"Evan said, holding the phone up threateningly. "I'm counting to three, and on the count of three I better be getting some production value for my money."

"One..."

Courtenay once again made the first move. Going in for a french kiss, which Gwen dodged.

"Two..."

Courtenay chased her best friend's mouth to the left. She dodged again. Goddamn. She didn't have time for this. She was not going to be ruined, and she was not going to let Gwen's prudishness stand in her way.

"Wait...please..." Courtenay begged. "I'm trying. It isn't fair. She's not-"

"Life isn't fair," Evan ignored her protests, not even letting her finish. "So try harder."

This was getting good. Watching the larger girl try to manhandle her skinny friend. Her friend's pretty blushing cheeks. The big girl's growing frustration and desperation to keep those sexy pics under wraps.

Courtenay needed to try something else. Trying to get Gwen to go along wan't working. She had an idea. After all, Gwen was her best friend. She knew all her secrets. She went in for another kiss and Gwen craned her head away once more. However, this time Courtenay went after a new target, her best friend's long and slender neck.

"Oh God...." Gwen moaned. She had a thing about her neck. More than a thing. It was like her neck was directly connected to her sexual organs, totally short-circuiting her brain. She felt betrayed, she'd told Courtenay about that in confidence. 

She'd had a boyfriend...well sort of a boyfriend over summer vacation. She told Gwen that they'd made out. She told her how turned on she grew from just a little necking. How it made her...

....melt....

Courtenay breathed a sigh of relief as Gwen didn't crane away this time. Now matters well under control. Her picture was going to stay right there, safely on the phone. Courtenay dared a glance at Evan.

"Nope." Evan shook his head in disapproval. "I want to see some kissing. Tongue on tongue."

Yuck! But Courtenay had no choice. She kissed Gwen on the mouth. This time her best friend didn't pull away. She tried her tongue, but Gwen kept her lips pressed firmly together.

Courtenay went back to Gwen's neck, this time letting her feel a hint of teeth. Then she drew her tongue lightly over the goose-bumped surface.

"Hnnnuuhhh...." Gwen cooed.

Courtenay went in for another kiss. This time Gwen didn't refuse. This time her best friend already had her tongue at the ready for dancing with hers.

"Feel each other up," Gwen heard Ethan encourage with a husky voice.

Shit. Well there was no help for it. Courtenay slipped her hands beneath her best friend's Tshirt, up under her bra. Wow, Gwen's nipples were rock hard. She brushed against them. She copped a feel of her pert bottom. She wasn't just pretending, she was getting turned on.

"I can't see through her goddamn clothes," Ethan said. "Are you daft? What's your name? Never mind. I'll call you big girl."

'I'm not dumb you moron," Courtenay thought to herself. Her cheeks colored and eyes flashed in anger at the 'big girl' comment, but she bit her tongue. After all, the asshole still had the pictures that would ruin her. She began to disrobe her best friend. She had no choice. It was either that or the pictures.

Gwen didn't want to be naked for this little shit's enjoyment. Worse, she didn't want to be carrying on like this with another girl. She wasn't that way.

But no one had forwarded the memo to fire that raged in her loins. She tried to resist, but it was half-hearted at best. Nothing a little nibbling at her neck couldn't remedy.

"No," she murmured. It came out as a gasp. Her t-shirt was being raised over her head. She should be able to stop. I mean, all she needed to do was keep her arms down at her sides. Oh God, Courtenay's hot breath poured into her ear and sent chill bumps down her spine. Her arms lifted of their own volition. Her bra came next. The cold hotel air made her nipples crinkle and harden into tiny nubs.

She could feel her best friend working at her shorts. No, there was no way they were coming off. No damn way. Her body could not betray her enough for then to be pulled down while she was sitting on the dresser.

However Courtenay was more determined than ever. At first it was a matter of blackmail. Now? Now, she was dripping wet. She felt...

...powerful. And she liked the feeling.

"Stand up," Courtenay whispered in Gwen's ear.

Gwen tried to speak, but all that came out was a squeak. She shook her head. Her dark curls tossed back and forth. No. No way.


She felt Courtenay's hand sneak into her shorts. Teeth nibbled at her nick. No. Hands moved past the band of her panties. Not there. Not when she was....

Soaking wet. Courtenay smiled at the discovery. Her best friend was dripping wet, and it was all because of what she was doing. Was this how it felt to be a guy?

"Stand up," Courtenay whispered again. Nibbling at Gwen's earlobe.

I won't. I won't. Gwen repeated in her mind, even as she was standing up. Even as her shorts were pulled down to her ankles, while Courtenay was rubbing her through her panties. Oh God. Her loins were on fire. Her hips began to work of their own volition. Back and forth, back and forth.

Courtenay's nostrils flared. Her best friend was like putty in her hands. She liked the feeling. She wasn't even satisfied now that Gwen's hips began to pump, working her soaked panties against her fingers. 

She wanted more. She massaged her ass. Groping her tight little moons. Working her pussy from the back and front. Soon those hips were moving back and forth or gyrating in whichever way she wanted them to move. Up and down, around and around. The way Gwen responded to her touch reminded her of playing her viola.

"Damn you are slow big girl," Evan said. "Get her panties off and turn her around so I can see the good stuff."

Courtenay's eyes flashed in anger. What an asshole!

Gwen was in a haze. She'd almost forgotten about the audience. However, when Courtenay hooked a thumb in her panties and stripped them off, and then abruptly spun her around, she felt more vulnerable than she'd ever had in her entire life.

It didn't help when Evan laughed, "Hey Alfie, her tits are a might small, but look at the bush on this one."

Poor Courtenay, she didn't know whether to cover her sex or her breasts as her cheeks reddened in shame. She tried to cover both, but felt like she covered neither.

"Get back to work big girl," Evan warned. His cock throbbed and felt as hard as steel from watching these two nerds make out. He spun Amber around on her hands and knees, so he could continue to watch the show while he got a little action for himself. He waved the phone the two girls to make sure they saw it before he placed it on Amber's back. "Just in case you two slags get any ideas."

Courtenay got the message loud and clear. She sat back on the dresser, her best friend trapped between her arms and legs. It was a position she knew very well. Ordinarily it was her viola that she would hold in the position. This time, it was her best friend.

She began to play.

Neck first. A tiny nibble. Then fingertips trailed up Gwen's flat stomach, up her ribcage and then against her tight nipples.

Gwen bit her lip to suppress a moan. She wasn't going to lose control this time. Especially not with that smug bastard and Amber watching her from the bed.

By now Courtenay had foregone her fingertips and had moved on to use her hands, each one cupping one of Gwen's small pert breasts. Sliding them up and down. Pushing them up and down. Brushing swollen nipples until they were almost painfully erect. Sucking at her neck.

"Unngghh." Gwen moaned. Her long legs trembled, no longer able to support her weight, she slid up on the dresser top with her best friend. At least now she wouldn't give away how horny she was.

Courtenay's hands slid down from ripe breasts, over her best friends stomach, down her abdomen..down - down.

No. God no. Gwen tightened her thighs together so Courtenay couldn't feel her up...down there.

Only Courtenay made no move to the hot center of Gwen's being. Instead, her hands slid further down. Down to trembling thighs.

Gwen felt a pang of disappointment. Had she wanted Courtenay to touch her...there. No...surely not. And yet. And yet.

Gentle hand brushed up and down the tops of her thighs. Moving inside ever so slowly, only to rub up and down the tops again. God, it was maddening. Poor Gwen was so...hot. With a moan, the skinny brunette's thighs parted. Slowly at first.

But the hands only moved inside just a bit. Down and in. Oh so close. But not quite.

With another moan. Husky this time. Thighs splayed open. An offering. An admission.

"Would you look at the muff on her," Evan told his friend. "Look how wet her pussy is."

"But no knockers to speak of." Afie said.

"Knockers...knockers...that's all you ever go on about." Evan shook his head. If Alfie couldn't appreciate the hottest damn girl on girl action for want of a big pair of titties, he was dafter than daft.

Gwen's cheeks burned a bright red as the two boys talked about her like she didn't have ears to hear them. She wanted to hide. To crawl under the bed. God, she was so humiliated with them watching her. Seeing ...everything. Seeing her helpless. Seeing Gwen's finger stroke in and out of her sex. Hearing the wet sounds it made. She had never felt so mortified. She'd never been so... turned on. What was wrong with her. She wasn't a slut like those two chorus bitches. One sucking cock. The other taking it doggie style.


Lightening flashed through her loins as Courtenay's fingers made a small circle over her clit again and again. God, she was going to...

Her pelvis arched. She closed her eyes and moaned.

Only Courtenay removed her hand before Gwen's orgasm could blossom. With a gasp of disappointment, Gwen grabbed her friend my the wrist and tried to move it back down to her sex to finish her off, but she refused to rub. Damn. There was nothing to do but take matter in her own hands so to speak.

"No," Courtenay whispered, her breath hot in Gwen's ear as she pulled her best friend's hand behind her back.

A new surge of excitement ran like a shiver down Gwen's back. No one had ever done anything like this to her - had ever treated her like this. More like a thing instead of a person.

Courtenay resumed her stroking. Softly this time. Not in a hurry. Like a piece of music and Gwen was her instrument. She could feel her best friend's pussy spasm around her fingers. Could hear the sound of panting and moaning. She slowed down the tempo of her her fingering and stroking. No, not yet.

Gwen's hips pumped. Now. Now. Not slower, but faster.

Courtenay licked her lips and removed her hands once again. Not only did she remove them, she brought those slimy digits to her best friend's eyes. Letting her see the effects of her arousal. Letting her smell her sharp musk. Poor Gwen's eyes widened as those slimy digits drew closer and closer to their intended goal - her mouth.

Gwen pressed her lips tight. No way. No fucking way.

"Oh God...Oh God..." Evan moaned.

"Don't you dare cum," Amber warned, her blue eyes glued to the girls in front of her. "Not yet. Finger me if you have to."

Evan didn't want to. He was so close. His balls were tight and his cock felt like a rod of hard steel. But he also wanted to wait. To see what these two nerds were going to do. 

And poor Gwen had done enough. But God, Courtenay's fingers were driving her wild. Stroking between her lips. Caressing her clit until it was a swollen pearl.

She rubbed her lips against the slimy fingers pressed against her lips. She couldn't stop herself. Couldn't stop them from parting. Couldn't stop - a middle and ring finger slip into her mouth. Eyes lolling back, she sucked. She could feel it now. The overwhelming sense that she was merely an instrument ...a sexual instrument that her best friend was playing for the enjoyment of these onlookers.

She gave up. She gave into it. She had no fight left. Only an aching desire.

A perverse smile crossed Courtenay's lips and her eyes flashed with satisfaction as she sensed the change in her best friend. She began to play again, experimentally at first -she had so discover just what this instrument could do.

Ah yes, it could move. It could shiver. It could croon so sweetly. A spin of her finger over her swollen clit and Gwen's legs would dance wildly. A stroke just so, up and down those soaked lips and her pelvis would lift off the dresser and pump again and again. A pinch of those tight nipples would invoke a groan of "Oh God.."

At last she began to play in earnest. A mini concert for this small audience of four.

It was a show of grunts and gasps. Of dancing legs and a thrusting pelvis. Of holes that spasmed with need. Of lips that dripped of copious nectar. Of mewls of frustrating need.

Most everyone appreciated it. The lone exception was Julie. She wasn't even bi-curious. The last thing she wanted to be watching was these two nerds getting off. However, she was high from the joint and the booze, and getting pounded from behind, so she wasn't going to complain.

Alfie was the first to cum. He pumped his seed into Julie, as he slammed her from behind. Julie pushed back into him, hoping it would be enough to send her over the top. It wasn't.




Chorus Bitches vs Band Geeks



Amber came next. She could feel the heat of her loins reaching a peak.

"Fuck me," she growled to Evan. "Now."

He was happy to oblige.

"Harder," she grunted. Thirty seconds more and both she and her lover were spent.

And finally Gwen.

"Please," she panted. She lost count of how many times she'd been taken to the brink of orgasm only to coast back gently from that abyss of pleasure. She sat on the dresser, her sex and ass both clenching involuntarily, trying to achieve orgasm of their own volition. "Please Courtenay. .. I'm begging you..."

She knew better than to try to use her hand to try to bring herself off. Courtenay would only find some way to punish her for that. Or to even try to hump the fingers that were so tantalizingly out of reach. So she sat obediently in place, while a silky fingertip brushed her ever so softly against the swollen nubbin of her clit.

Once.

Then twice. Again another pause.

"...please..." She sucked the fingers clean that had only moments before been inside her sex.

Another touch. And then another. Even softer. Oh God, it took every shred of her will power not to move. Her body trembled, but she couldn't seem to stop it.

The next touch was to her painfully swollen nipples. God, how they ached and yet they still sent a surge of pleasure through her loins.

A pinch of the nipples this time.


"Oh God..." Gwen moaned. Her cunt and ass spasmed again and again.

Another pinch. Harder than before. She felt the abyss suddenly rise up from nowhere. How could this be? She wasn't even being touched...down there.

Oh God, and then her nipples were both tugged away from her body and abruptly released.

"Now," Courtenay whispered.

Now what? Gwen's mind asked with disbelief. Though her mind rebelled at the idea, her body was clear on where things stood. Her legs shot out at an impossible angle and every muscle in her thighs trembled in response. Her toes curled. Heat rose up in her loins and emptied out in her body. 

Eyes rolling, her expression slack, juice gushed from the open mouth of her sex. 

It was without a doubt the sexiest thing three of the four onlooker had ever seen. Evan did his best to commit the scene to memory.

It wasn't long before the boys were back in a bar talking of the night's exploits and the girls lay in bed. Julie was fast asleep. Between the drugs and the strenuous activities, she was down for the count.

Amber lay with her eyes closed and a slight smile. She'd fucked an English boy and gotten a little comeuppance on those two stuck up girls from the school band. 

Gwen tried her best not to think about everything. She'd been naked in front of 4 people...and she'd cum while being masturbated by her best friend. Would she ever be able to live down the humiliation? At least Courtenay had had the presence of mind to delete the incriminating evidence while everyone else lay in post orgasmic bliss.

Courtenay stared at the dark shape next to her. It wasn't fair that everyone had orgasmed while she stewed in her own juices. It wasn't fair at all. When everyone stopped moving and the only sound she could hear was Julie snoring, she made her move.

Gwen could feel Courtenay snuggle up behind her. Maybe her friend was just moving around in her sleep.Then she felt a hand slide over her hip and over her sex. Soft kisses traveled over her neck. Oh God... her best friend was nibbling her ear.

"What are you doing?" Gwen whispered urgently.

"I'm horny," Courtenay whispered in response. "Everyone got their rocks off tonight except for me."

"Stop. We can't." Gwen whined. Oh God, a tongue slid in her ear. The fire in her loins returned. She couldn't afford to go down this path again. Much more and she'd be putty in Courtenay's hands again.

"Sure we can," Courtenay purred, sucking her best friend's neck until a submissive shiver quited down her objections.

"God. We have to keep quiet," Gwen whispered, giving in. She began to turn around so she could masturbate her best friend, just as she been masturbated earlier that night.

However she soon found out that Courtenay had other ideas. Instead of spreading her legs, the girl had climbed on top of her, and was....

On no, Gwen wasn't going to do this. She wasn't that sort of girl. It was one thing to use her fingers on another girl. It was quite another to use her -

-mouth.

Yet, what choice did she have? The girl outweighed her by fifty pounds. Her shoulder's were pinned by thick calves. Coarse curly hair tickled her nose. Every breath she took was filled with the deep spicy musk of sex. There were wet lips rubbing against her lips. She couldn't protest or those damn bitches from Chorus would hear and then she'd never live this down. So she stayed impassive while Courtenay gently rubbed her pussy against her face. Her mind racing trying to find a way out of her current predicament.

Courtenay had already had her way with her best friend earlier that night. After the things she'd done, she could no longer think of the girl the same way that she used to. Now, she thought of her with a new feeling of - ownership. And she wasn't being licked the way she wanted to be.

Well, that could easily be remedied. She knew just where to rub.

Poor Gwen tried to fight it. She didn't struggle. She couldn't. Not without waking those two bitches from the Chorus club. She just did her best to ignore what the fingers were doing to her down below and the slimy wet lips rubbing against her mouth. She would not lose control to her friend, not again.

But it was a hopeless battle. It was only seconds before her loins grew hot and her sex grew wet. Less than a minute before her lean thighs slid apart and her hips began to pump, but by then those fingers had ceased to pleasure and merely to tease.

wwen's mind was still working, trying to figure a way to get what her body craved, while not giving in to what her brain protested against. However, With a muffled groan of submission, her tongue and peaked out of her lips of its own volition and began to lick. She'd tasted herself only hours before, but this taste was different. Stronger, richer, but not as bad as she'd imagined. She licked lips. She licked her best friend's clit. The mouth of her sex. Hands ran lovingly through her hair.

Gwen liked boys, she did. But really...this wasn't so...bad. 

"Oh God! Oh God!" Gwen heard the muffled cries. She silently prayed for her best friend to be quiet. To not pull so tightly on her hair. To not grind her pussy quite so hard that it bruised her lips.

And then. Oh God. The light was on.

"What are you two doing?" Amber asked in a sleepy voice, and then her voice growing surprised. "oh fuck..."

"Jesus" Julie replied. "They are lezzing out."

"Shhhh..." Amber urged her best friend. To Courtenay: "How is it? How does it feel?"

"It feels awesome," Courtenay said, her voice husky and cracking as she was still coming down from her orgasm. Eyes still a bit unfocused her body soaked in sweat, she was in heaven

Poor Gwen was mortified and still stuck underneath her best friend that outweighed her by 50 pounds. She struggled only half-heartedly, but could do nothing about her current position. However, then she heard the words that chased away all embarrassment and replaced it with cold fear.

"Do you want to try it?" Courtenay asked.

Surely Gwen didn't hear what she thought she heard. That couldn't be right. Courtenay hated these two bitches from the chorus even more than she did. And Courtenay was her best friend since fifth grade. I mean, there was no way that-

"Fuck yeah," Amber nodded eagerly.

"You can't be serious," Julie said.

"Shut up Julie," Amber spat, as she slid off her panties and climbed into the other girl's bed. She looked at Courtenay questioningly. "How do I?"

"Just slide right here," Courtenay said, and sliding the smaller girl in front of her and then moving off her best friend so her seat was never empty. "That's the spot."

Gwen was shocked and in a state of disbelief. Her best friend had sold her out. Had taken her pleasure and then passed her off to this other girl...this nasty girl who'd been with a boy just an hour ago. Who'd blackmailed them. A chorus slut. There was no way in hell she'd do anything for this bitch. Ever. Her half-hearted struggles increased in intensity. 

"She's not doing anything," Amber said in an exasperated tone, as she moved back and forth on Gwen's face.

"It's like making music," Courtenay said. "You can't just hop on and expect things to happen. First you have to tune your instrument."


Courtenay took Amber's hand and slid them over Gwen's small breasts.

"Gently," Courtenay said, as Amber began running her fingers over Gwen's hard nipples.

God that felt good. Gwen found it impossible to struggle. But still. If they thought that rubbing her nipples...oh God...which was making her loins dance with heat. Making her thighs open and close of their own volition. If they thought this would - No. There was no way.

"And then down here," Courtenay said, as she slid Amber's hand under Gwen's already soaked panties.

"Wow she's wet," Amber said. She'd masturbated before, but she'd never been anywhere near as wet as this band geek.

"That's the way," Courtenay encouraged. "Just keep doing that. She'll let you know when you're doing it right."

No, I won't. I won't, Gwen repeated to herself. I..I..

"How will she let me ..." Amber began. But her sentence ended with an "ahhhh..."

She was being licked. God. The girl's tongue was so soft. 

It felt divine.

Amber's fingers sped in hopes of encouraging better service. However, the tonguing she was received grew less focused as her finger sped faster of the slick soft landscape down below.

"Slow down," Courtenay said, taking her by the wrist and slowing down her motions. "If she gets too excited, she can't concentrate. What you want to do is encourage. And if she get's too hot, you have to slow her down and start over."

"How?" Amber asked.

"Like this." Courtenay pulled the delicate pink petals of her best friend's sex. Pulled them hard enough to become painful, causing Gwen to groan in distress and her hips to rise off the bed to lessen the pulling, only to have them let go of and her ass to plunge back down on the bed. Ufff..the orgasm that she'd been chasing dissolved like morning mist.

Poor Gwen didn't know who caused her distress, but she was pissed and determined to lick no one else if that was the treatment she received. Only..only someone was fingering her again and teasing her clit. Slowly this time. Enough to draw out her passions but not enough to take her to the brink. Oh fuck. Those fingers knew what they were doing. Knew just how too...Oh God...

"It's like music," Courtenay continued while she teased her best friend's pussy herself. "You can't start with a crescendo. It has to build slowly. Like this..dah..dah..dahhhh..da da."

Oh God. lightning danced in Gwen's loins once more and her slim thighs opened and closed of their own volition, her hips pumping, as she resumed licking with greater urgency.

Amber quickly picked up to the tutelage Courtenay offered. She loved this. Being licked. Being sucked. Oh God, in just the right way. She ran her hands over her full breasts and sucked her nipple. Reluctantly remembering to tease the girl up whenever the service fell down. Her hips flexed as she rode the girl beneath her with enthusiasm. She gasped again and again. 

Gwen did her best to please the girl that rode her face. With the curly pubic hair that was always getting caught in her throat. With the secretions that seemed to never end. Her poor tongue ached. Her lips were sore. The aching inside her needed relief that was never quite achieved, even while the girl that rode her spasmed and shuddered in orgasm. At last. At long last it was over. There was slime all over her face..even up her nose. Finally, she'd be able to wash her face and brush her teeth..for a few hours if necessary.

"How about you Julie?" Amber asked after her orgasm subsided. "You want next?"

"Not me," Julie said emphatically. "I don't swing that way."

"I don't either." It was a lie. Amber had been having thoughts ever since posing the two girls like two lesbian sluts. In truth she'd had thoughts about girls even longer than that. However, she wanted to save face after her friend witnessing her enjoying that a-number-one pussy eating she'd just experienced. "Everyone knows it isn't gay unless you go down on a girl or pussies touch."

"I don't know," Julie said, with some uncertainty this time.

Not again, Gwen thought. It wasn't the panicked feeling like she'd had before with Amber. Now it was more of a sense of resignation. Her tongue was tired and her lips were sore. She wanted to rub herself off. God, she had been teased beyond what she thought possible. If the other girl sat on top of her, she knew she'd lick her. She had no faith in her ability to resist. 

"You must have cum already," Amber said. "If you are too sensitive, I understand."

"No..." Julie said, the hesitated at her admission. She had a feeling she'd regret it the moment the word left her lips.

And Amber knew right away she had her. "So you didn't cum with Alfi huh? Oh girl, you are in for a treat. Take those panties off and sit right up here. Just like this. Right on her face."

Once again, Gwen looked up helplessly as a new pair of bright blue eyes looked down at her and then darkness as she was covered by ass and nightshirt. 

She didn't need to be coaxed this time, though Amber volunteered for the coaxing.

Julie jumped as if from an electric shock as the girl's tongue danced over her clit.

"It feels funny," Julie said, her nose wrinkling in disgust. "And her face is so wet. It's like sitting on something really slimy."

If it weren't for the coaxing going on down below. The slow gentle circling of her clit, Gwen would have surely gone on strike due to those humiliating comments.

"She stinks," Julie said, her eyes dilating and her nostrils flaring. Her hips began to work. "Like pussy."

You stink, Gwen thought. You taste like...a condom you dirty slut. God, stop teasing, so she could mount an appropriate defense instead of just licking and sucking like a dummy.

"You can just get up if it bugs you so much," Amber teased.

"Fuck you Amber," Julie said. Catching her lower lip between her teeth, her hips pumped faster. To Gwen: "Lick me bitch."

Gwen moaned into the blonde's sex. Amber's finger kept circling round and round, its pace speeding faster and faster. Oh please. Please. She licked. She sucked.

"Lick me you little dyke," Julie moaned getting into it - even if it was from a girl. "Faster. Faster. Oh..oh..you stinky little band dyke..God you are so dirty..."

Her hips pumped, oblivious to the comfort of the girl trapped below her. She cupped her breasts to keep them from bouncing so much. The full cheeks of her ass jiggled with every thrust. Sweat dripped down her full breasts, down her stomach. Faster she rode. Faster. The foul language spewing from her mouth increased with every pump of her hips. The bed squeaking. Faster and faster, the head board bumping against the wall. Then climax struck. Sweet Jesus.

It struck at the same time for Gwen, blazing forth from her loins while her mouth was full of another girl's sex.

"Ahhhh...I can't believe I let you do that to me..." Julie mumbled half to herself.

Courtenay smiled from the chair, oblivious to the three girls having sex on the bed, as she recorded it all on her phone for posterity.

..................................

It was a week later and after the competition. The band class had taken the silver and chorus had taken the bronze. But, Gwen had more important things to worry about. She'd been worried ever since they'd returned.

"Courtenay," Gwen began hesitantly. It was impossible to talk about that night, but she had to know, so she pressed on, despite the discomfort. "Are you worried...that you know...those two bitches from chorus will tell?"

"Tell what?" Courtenay said with a smile and enjoying her best friend's discomfort. She'd wondered when Gwen would have the courage to bring it up.

"You know...about what happened that night in London."

"You mean, when you ate us all out?"

Gwen blushed a furious shade of red. She looked around the stacks of books to make sure no one was around. No one was. "Shhh...keep it down. Besides, I think you were involved in all of it too."

"You mean when you ate my pussy?" Courtenay replied.

"You know what I mean," Gwen stammered. "And you have more to lose than I do."

"So do Amber and Julie," Courtenay replied. "I took a video of you three having a little girl on girl on girl sex party. They are terrified I'll show it and ruin their reputation as boy-toys. It seems chorus girls don't mind being sluts, they just don't want to be lezzie sluts. I told them not to worry too much..as long as you do what I say - there's nothing to worry about."

Courtenay felt relief, which turned to disbelief, which turned to fear, and slowly became....

"What do you mean...as long as I do what you say," Gwen stammered. Her face hot. A shiver flowing down her spine like cold ice.

"I mean." Courtenay moved closer to her best friend. Gwen moved back in response. Courtenay took another step and another until Gwen could back up no further. She pressed her body against her shorter and skinnier best friend. She pushed her thigh up between Gwen's. She drew close to her ear and breathed. "That you better do anything I say or I will show a certain video to the whole school."

"You wouldn't," Gwen gasped. "We - we are best friends." They'd been best friends since the fifth grade. Surely, Courtenay wouldn't ..betray her like this.

"Are you sure?" Courtenay said, taking Gwen's hands and placing them on top of her head. "Keep them there," she ordered.

"You wouldn't." Gwen repeated, but kept her hands where'd she'd been commanded.

"Wouldn't I?" Courtenay said, checking both directions to makes sure no one was around, before sliding her hand underneath Gwen's skirt, under her panties.

"Oh God," Gwen breathed, her face hot with embarrassment. "We are going to get caught and put in detention."

"The more you disobey," Courtenay said, "The worse your punishment. I'll start by taking your panties."

Oh God no. But Courtenay bit her lip and kept her hands on top of her head as she was quickly divested of her undergarments.

"Now," Courtenay said. "I believe the correct reply is 'What can I do for you Courtenay."

"I..I...what can I do for you Courtenay?" Her loins were melting and alive with excitement.

"Nothing much - this time," Courtenay teased. "Just a little kiss."

Gwen moved in close. She'd licked three girls and been masturbated. But she'd never ... her lips sought Courtenay's. The girl drew back. Teasing her. Making her work for it. Face blushing, she pressed on. She kissed her. Breathlessly frenched her even when the girl's finger slid under her skirt and plunged into her wet and waiting sex.

"Mmmmppphh..." Gwen moaned breathlessly.

"Good girl," Courtenay said. "Am I going to have any trouble with you Gwennie?"

"No." Gwen replied sullenly.

"No Miss." Courtenay corrected, lifting her friend by the chin and forcing the girl to look her in the eyes.

Looking into bright gray eyes that seemed to swallow her whole, Gwen trembled. These weren't the games she'd played with her best friend, but these were games she did indeed want to play, though they scared her to the core.

"No Miss."

"Good girl."



Chorus "Class"



"Kyle, will you stay after class for a minute, "Mr. Gaunt called out.

"Oh Lord, here we go again," thought Kyle. This always happened to him. Mr. Gaunt often picked on him, even though he was eighteen and capable of running his own life. Kyle stood, revealing his short muscular body, with his mop of unruly black hair, green eyes, and and hook nose. He was not a handsome man, but he was witty and clever looking.

"Kyle, I think we should work on your scales and diaphramatic singing." Mr. Gaunt said.

"Like always," thought Kyle, but of course he didn't say anything. He got in front of the piano and started singing.

"Just a second, I want to lock the door so that no one will come barging in on us."

"Fine by me," said Kyle, though in truth this made him a little nervous.

"Now start again."

Kyle began once more running through his scales until finally Mr. Gaunt told him to stop and work on the diaphragm and how to sing with it. Kyle started singing, but before too long Mr. Gaunt was yelling at him to stop and to watch how he did it. To Kyle, it looked like Mr. Gaunt was having a seizure, but he didn't say anything.

"Now you try," said Mr. Gaunt. Kyle began once more until Mr. Gaunt was behind him saying he was doing it wrong, and that he would put his hands on Kyle's stomach, to monitor his breathing. Apparently he still wasn't doing it right, so Mr. Gaunt told him to take his shirt off to see for himself that his stomach wasn't moving.

"If you want, I'll take mine off too, to make you feel more comfortable," Mr. Gaunt offered.

Kyle didn't say anything, he just nodded and stared at Mr. Gaunts torso. It was extremely hairy, black and thick, and made Mr. Gaunt look more like a bear than a person. Mr. Gaunt then came up behind him and put his hands on his stomach. Kyle was slightly aroused by his teachers thick hair tickling his back, but he didn't say anything.

Then he felt Mr. Gaunts hands slide down to his ass, and rest there for a few minutes before he removed them. Kyle whorled around and stared at Mr. Gaunt, almost studying him, until he kissed him. Their tongues wrestled for a minute, but it was so sensual; it was unlike anything he had ever felt before. Then he felt his pants fall to the floor, exposing his boxers. He made a grab for Mr. Gaunts belt only to find it wasn't there, instead it was a pair of black boxers without a button to cover the front.

Then, Kyle saw it. Mr. Gaunts boxers came apart and revealed a seven inch dick, dark purple with huge veins sticking out of it. There was thick black hair all around it and he could see a huge sac hanging from the nest. Kyle gasped and quickly removed his boxers. Soon, he felt warm hands touching his six inch dick, and he found himself rubbing ever so lightly on Mr. Gaunt's penis. Soon Kyle couldn't take it anymore, he fell to the floor and wrapped his lips around his teachers penis. He took it in as far as it would go, pumping faster and faster until Mr. Gaunt began to groan that he was about to come.

Soon, Kyle felt the pressure build and thick ropes of semen came spewing out onto his face leaving his hair twisted and grungy. He licked his teachers dick, and decided to try something even more extreme with him. Kyle went down on all fours and licked his finger to moisten his ass hole. Mr. Gaunt needed no invitation, he stuck his dick into Kyle and pushed and pushed until Kyle was almost screaming with pain and delight. Soon he felt pressure build and a rather large amount of cum filled him up and made Kyle feel all wet inside. It was the most amazing experience Kyle had ever had.

Soon, Mr. Gaunt could take no more. He fell to the floor and collapsed in Kyle's arms. The ended up kissing and massaging for an hour, before Kyle said he had to go, but he didn't leave without first telling Mr. Gaunt he expected retribution tomorrow after class for the great blow job and anal fuck he gave Mr. Gaunt. The teacher just smiled and said that he would give retribution as many times as was needed.