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Curious Girls Ch. 02

By: precipiceofoblivion



Tamara, Krista, and I walked a trail near our house. I let the two of them walk ahead of me, and I trailed behind. I really didn't want to be here, but I felt obligated and was trying act normally. It had been less than a hour since Tamara had forcefully sat herself directly on my head, suffocating me in the process. I was still feeling shaken and violated from having my nose pressed into her cotton panties. For God's sake, her panties were still hiding under my pillow back home. What bothered me more was the image I had burned into my mind of her naked ass an inch from my face. As much as I didn't want to believe that she'd intended my face to be nestled between those cheeks of hers, I knew it just wasn't true. The only reason she hadn't violated me much worse than she had was the timely intervention of my sister.

I found myself staring at Tamara's butt as she walked. I knew that if one were to follow those legs of hers all the way up her dress, they would find she wasn't wearing anything beneath. Not only that, but watching the shape of her ass poking through her dress reminded me how close we'd come to being much too intimately acquainted. She was acting so casual and quiet that you would have never suspected she was capable of reacting the way she did. Tamara looked back, grinning as she noticed where my attention was directed. I blushed and looked away.

"Hey, we should go camping sometime!" I heard Krista suggest. I snapped back to attention. Who was she talking to?

"I don't know--" I started.

"C'mon, we should do it! All of us. It'll be fun." I definitely didn't want to go with Tamara. How could I get out of it?

"I'm not really into outdoorsy stuff, besides... I'm sure you and Tamara would have more fun without me."

"Don't be silly," Tamara chimed in, "We should all hang out more often. It wouldn't be the same without you." Krista looked at me expectantly. She was so excited, I knew no answer I could give would ever satisfy her.

"Fine," I sighed.

"Yes! It'll be awesome," Krista exclaimed enthusiastically. I mostly kept quiet as they discussed the camping plans. They continued discussing it as we wound our way back home. Once we got inside, Krista volunteered to make dinner for everyone. I just wanted to go curl up on my bed and pretend nothing had happened. I didn't want to think on what I was going to have to do about Tamara. I knew things would just get worse if I didn't find a way to either earn her forgiveness, or force her back into her place. 

I kept to myself again during dinner, trying to avoid eye contact with Tamara. It was hard because it seemed every time I looked up, she was looking in my direction.

"Sara, would you mind getting the ketchup out of the pantry," I heard Krista ask. Much to my surprise, Tamara beat me to a response.

"Don't worry, I'll get it!" Tamara chimed as she as she jumped up. After a few moments, I heard Tamara calling from the pantry.

"Actually, Sara... I can't find it. Would you mind helping me?" I was filled with dread. What was she up to? I felt fairly safe with Krista here, but I still didn't like it. I stood up and excused myself to help Tamara. As I walked into the pantry, the door closed behind me and Tamara was standing in front of it.

"Don't think you've gotten out of anything."

"Tamara, please. Can't we just get past this whole thing and forget about it?"

"You've humiliated me every chance you've had. You're the reason I felt insecure about myself every day since I was 13. It's going to take much, much more than a simple apology to make me satisfied that things are even." I swallowed. This wasn't going well.

"Please, Tamara. Just tell me what I can do to make things up to you?"

"The only reason you're even apologizing to me now is you're scared I'm still going to find a way to shove your face into my ass," she paused as she considered that fact. "Which is why that is the *only* way I will ever even consider forgiving you."

"W--w--wha--" I stammered.

"That's right. If you want to forgive and forget, I'm going to need to feel your face in my ass for at least... thirty minutes."

"THIRTY minutes," I was incredulous, "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

"Sorry, actually... it would have been thirty minutes. Now it's one hour. Next time... it goes up to two. And before you start trying to find loopholes, I don't mean your face against my ass. I mean *all* the way in there. I want to feel your face between my ass cheeks with my full weight on your head."

"--the fuck is wrong with you?" I blurted. There was *absolutely* no way in hell that I was letting her ass near my face ever again, especially not for an hour. She continued as if I hadn't said anything.

"I bet we can fit in five minutes right now before Krista starts wondering about us..."

"Wha--? Get the fuck away from me!" I backed up, trying to find the door handle. She grabbed my wrists as I tried to push her away, and as she did, I tripped over a step stool that was in the pantry and tumbled to the floor. I didn't even have time to regain my bearings before she was sitting on my chest, facing my feet, and holding my arms. Her butt jiggled slightly as she lowered herself toward my face, her still naked ass becoming visible under her dress. I felt her legs tighten against my head and I genuinely expected to feel her weight on my head any moment.

"Sara? Tamara? Everything OK in there?" I heard Krista yell from the kitchen.

"OK... so maybe only 15 seconds," Tamara laughed. I managed to pull an arm free and struggled to push her off. I felt so wrong grabbing her bare ass, but I had to keep her from lowering herself any further. She fought with me to recapture my arm, but at the sound of footsteps coming to the door, she jumped to her feet. The door opened and Krista stood there, looking confused.

"Can you not find any ketchup?" She asked, and then noticed me lying on the floor.

"We were looking, and I tripped," I feebly explained without waiting for the question.

"Are you OK?" She looked concerned.

"Yeah, no... I'm fine. Oh, look. I found the ketchup," I changed the subject and grabbed a bottle of ketchup on a shelf near my head. As we headed out of the pantry, Tamara walked by me.

"Three hours now," she whispered, winking at me. I couldn't believe she'd just assaulted me in the pantry with Krista only a dozen feet away, nor could I believe she expected me to willing comply in letting her sit on my head for three whole hours. Still, I wondered if it was worth considering if it would get her off my back and get her to stop raising the requirement. If I'd just let her sit on my face for a mere thirty minutes before, I wouldn't have to worry now about watching my back around her... or the fact that she was now expecting quadruple the time from me. I wondered if I had the stomach to actually let her do... that. As I imagined my face sliding into that big, nasty ass of hers, I knew I had to do everything I could to stop that from happening. Just the thought of my face in *anyone's* ass, much less another woman's, especially one I disliked as much as her was unthinkable. It was *so* nasty. I was starting to feel nauseated just thinking about it. And what if someone found out?

The next few weeks were living hell. Every chance she got, she either tried to sit on my head, or when no one was looking, she would lift her skirt to taunt me with her ass. Once, when we were watching a movie in the living room, Krista left to make popcorn. I spent the next few minutes fighting Tamara off until Krista came back. We went for a picnic and when Krista went back to the car to grab the blankets we'd forgotten, Tamara caught me off guard lying in the grass and tried to sit on my head again. It was getting ridiculous. Almost any spare moment we were alone together, she would tackle me and shove her ass in my face. She never quite managed to achieve her objective, thankfully. She always got interrupted by something or someone; it was usually Krista who ignorantly interrupted things, never realizing herself that anything was going on.

Because of Tamara, I found myself hanging around Krista a lot more. I was afraid to be out of her sight. She seemed a little surprised, but seemed to welcome me wanting to spend more time with her. Unfortunately, I couldn't be around her 100% of the time.

I learned to be especially wary of Tamara when she was wearing skirts, dresses, and the like. She wasn't always wearing panties, and sometimes there was no advance warning she was about to try something. Those days she was wearing clothes which provided easy access, it was too easy to go from safe to danger zone in seconds. I could tell she was getting more desperate though. Her last attempt was by far her most brazen.

I was leaving work late one night after closing up. I was alone in the parking lot, and when I went to unlock my car doors, I dropped my keys. When I went to pick them up, a stranger came out of nowhere and, taking advantage of my imbalance, pushed me to the ground. By the lights in the parking light, I could make out Tamara's small frame and significant cleavage on top of me.

"Tamara?"

"You can't avoid me forever. One way or another, this *is* happening whether you believe it or not. You can't keep getting lucky forever." She fought my flailing as she managed to hold me down and turn around at the same time. She hiked her skirt up, revealing her thighs, and simultaneously slid her panties down her legs.

"Please, Tamara," I begged, "Don't do this."

"We've got to get started if you're ever going to pay your debt," she laughed, "You're already at twelve hours." Shit. When did that get so high? It was true I'd managed to irk her by avoiding a number of her attempts. Had my luck finally run out?

"What's going on over there?" I heard someone yell.

"Shit," Tamara exclaimed in a whisper. She jumped to her feet and hurriedly pulled her panties back up. "You're up to one full day now." Tamara whispered, and then took off running as my hero reached me.

"Are you OK?" Brett, one of my co-workers asked.

"Yeah," I said, still a little dazed, "I'll be alright."

"I can't believe that guy just tried to rape you." He hadn't noticed it was a woman. He kept wanting to know what he could do for me. He offered to call the police, follow me home... it was kind of sweet really. I assured him I was fine. Finally, after much convincing, he let me get in my car and drive myself home. I knew I needed to do something about Tamara, but while I may have considered thirty minutes, or maybe even two hours, there was no way I was going to accept 24 hours. I knew that every time the demand increased, the previous seemed much more reasonable, but seriously... a full day was beyond ridiculous. What could I do? I was getting frustrated. I didn't like not being able to feel safe anywhere. I was starting to have nightmares about Tamara's ass.

Thankfully, that night when I got home, Krista didn't notice anything was wrong with me. She was too caught up planning for that damn camping trip again.

"How's this weekend look to you for camping," She asked excitedly, "It's a three-day weekend."

"Um... I think I have to work." I lied. I should have come up with a better excuse already, but I'd completely spaced on it.

"Nope, you don't. I checked your schedule." Fuck. Now I couldn't get out of it without arousing suspicion.

"Can we at least share a tent together?" I asked, afraid to be by myself.

"I'd love to sleep with you," she paused awkwardly, "But my tent only sleeps two, and I don't want Tamara to be alone." Double fuck. I really wasn't comfortable about this. The weekend arrived before I knew it, and we ended up having to drive in two cars to fit everything. I drove with Krista in her car and, thankfully, Tamara drove alone. That night was pretty uneventful. We set up, ate dinner, and Tamara and Krista finally excused themselves to their tent. I heard them talking late into the night, but I was afraid to fall asleep until I heard them fall asleep first. After a while, the talking died down, and all was quiet. I waiting a bit longer just to make sure Tamara wasn't going to try anything, but there was no movement. After about thirty minutes of waiting, I finally allowed myself to fall asleep too.

Morning came quickly, and I awoke to the sound of birds and the sun just starting to rise. I tried to open my sleeping bag, but realized I'd somehow gotten stuck. I had one of those mummy sleeping bags and although I'd managed to get into it and zip it up, I couldn't seem to pull my arms up to grab the zipper. It was a little baffling, and frankly, a lot embarrassing. I heard Krista's voice in the distance, and then heard footsteps near my tent.

"Krista!" I called out, "I'm stuck. Can you help?" The zipper on the tent opened to reveal, not Krista, but Tamara.

"Sure, I'd love to help," she grinned.

"What?" I panicked, "I heard Krista."

"She had to go answer her phone. She may be a few minutes." Tamara had an unmistakable grin on her face. I struggled to pull free as hard as I could as she calmly walked over. She threw a leg over my sleeping back and sat down on my chest.

"What's wrong Sara," she asked, obviously enjoying herself, "You look awfully scared. Are you really that terrified of my ass?" Perhaps I could get her to realize how seriously I was taking this... Perhaps I could convince her to back off.

"Yes, Tamara. I'm that terrified of your ass. I can't think of anything worse that could be done to me. I can't stop having nightmares about you punishing me." Unfortunately, it had the opposite of the intended effect. She grinned.

"Good. Knowing how much you're dreading your punishment makes the thought of humiliating you so much more satisfying. Still... if you're dreading it that much, I could always try punishing you another way..."

"What do you mean... another way?" I asked, cautious but hopeful.

Tamara looked around nervously, listening for anyone around. She quickly pulled her shirt over her head, revealing very full, very exposed breasts. I was in awe. I couldn't stop staring at her chest. She was more likely an H than the DDD I'd guessed previously. I was guessing 34 H, but I was no expert at sizing up women. I was so envious at that moment. My B cup felt completely and totally inadequate by comparison. Her freckles were abundant on her neck, and her stomach even had a significant number, but her breasts were almost entirely void of them. 

The sunlight illuminated her milky white breasts as she loomed over me. I was stuck staring at the underside of them, but I could tell they were extremely perky for their size. Their silky complexion was marred only by her somewhat large, pink areolas and pert nipples. She reached up and ran her hands over her breasts, pulling them upward she squeezed. They jiggled and swayed significantly as she released them.

"I ought to smother you with my tits and see how you like it," she laughed.

"Please don't," I begged.

"You always were such a pretentious bitch... always making fun of my tits when you've got almost none of your own." She leaned down, letting them hang over my face. "What do you think of them now?" I tried to appease her by telling her truth.

"Honestly? I think they're incredibly sexy. I wish I had breasts like yours." She seemed taken aback.

"Really?" I could see that her entire demeanor had changed. She hadn't expected my response to be an honest compliment. I could tell she was trying decide what to do next. Abruptly, there was a sound at the entrance tent followed by the sound the tent being unzipped. I was half relieved, half terrified. I was relieved that Krista was about to put an end to Tamara's abuse, maybe permanently. I was terrified of her reaction to seeing a full-chested and topless Tamara straddling my chest. There was definite panic in her eyes. She didn't have time to pull her shirt back on. "Wait," she called out desperately, "Don't come in!" The unzipping stopped.

"Tamara? What are you doing in Sara's tent?" I started to open my mouth to let her know I was in tent also, but Tamara was too fast. She used her quickest method available to her to secure my silence. And that was how I found my face buried under her breast. Worse, my mouth had been open in mid-protest at the time, so I suddenly found myself with an unexpected mouthful of Tamara's boob. 

"Mmmph--" I got only a small squeak out before her breast spilled out of my mouth and over my nose. She held herself against me desperately tight, forcing more of her breast into my mouth. It was hard to move my tongue or swallow without my tongue inadvertently sliding over her areola and nipple. I almost gagged.

"Sara said I could try on some of her shorts," she said somewhat winded as she held me with all her strength. I couldn't make a peep no matter how I tried. "They're too small for her, so she thought they might fit me," she added as soon as it occurred to her how unlikely that would be with our size differences.

"Where's Sara?"

"She had to use the bathroom."

"Oh... well, there was a mix-up with the schedule at work. They've got me scheduled all week! It's fucking ridiculous, but I have to get back. You and Sara may as well enjoy yourselves though! Let her know?" Tamara held me even tighter at that announcement. I was starting to get light-headed. I struggled with all my might, but when I heard her car engine fade away, I knew it was too late. Finally, Tamara released me. Her breast was wet with my saliva.

"I couldn't have planned this better if I'd tried," Tamara grinned, "Looks like it's just you and me for the next three days." 

"What?!" I was getting very panicked. I felt more helpless at that moment than ever before. I struggled as hard as I could to pull my arms out of the sleeping bag. She jumped up quickly and started digging around in my things. I had no idea what she was doing, but at that moment, I just didn't care. Just as I was making progress in pulling my arms up and out of the sleeping bag, she returned holding one of my belts. She wasn't about to let me get away from her. She sat her weight on me to hold my arms down and forced them back to my side through the sleeping bag fabric. She then took the belt and threw it over my head, pulling it down my back and sliding it back and forth beneath me. Once she reached my torso, she pulled the belt tightly, binding my arms together inside of the sleeping bag.

"Where do you think you're going," she laughed, "That tongue of yours was feeling pretty nice on my tits." I was still entranced by her breasts. Whatever she did, they bounced, swayed, and jiggled in a way mine never would. "If you don't like my suggestion, we can always go back to the original plan..." she suggested as she stood up and turned around. Without waiting for an answer, she was already pulling her shorts down. I snapped back to attention. I was filled with dread as her panties hit the floor. She didn't waste any time. She got back onto her knees on either side of me, her now naked ass full of disgusting intent. As she lowered herself toward my face, that's when I realized she was now completely naked. I braced myself for what was inevitably coming. There was going to be no escaping it this time. I felt her ass touch my cheek as she gently rubbed her ass on my face. "How about it," she asked, "Are you ready for your punishment?" My nose was only millimeters from her ass crack. I closed my eyes, awaiting what I knew was coming any moment.

"Lucky for you, I've decided that today is going to be 'boob day' afterall," she announced as she sat back up and turned around.

"What? What are you talking about?" I asked, both relieved and confused.

"Don't get too excited. Your face is definitely going to be in my ass... and I mean, *all* the way in there," she laughed, enjoying my torment, "But I want you to spend today anticipating all the fun we're going to have tomorrow."


Curious Girls Ch. 02



"Please--" I begged. She continued as if I hadn't said a thing.

"So... today is 'boob day'. Tomorrow is going to be 'ass day,' and we'll see about the day after. It may just be more of whichever I enjoy more." Before I could protest any further, her boobs were back in my face. She sat up after a moment to let me catch a breath, jiggling them directly over my face. "You do like these, don't you? You always seemed pretty obsessed with them."

"Tamara, please--it's not like that!"

"You said you thought they were sexy. You're not taking that back, are you?" Her eyes narrowed.

"No! They are!" I quickly protested, trying to stay on her good side.

"Good, so kiss them."

"What?" I asked, surprised. "You want me to... kiss them?"

"No! Don't be silly."

"Then what--?"

"I want you to do a whole lot more than that, I just thought we'd work up to it," she laughed.

"I'm never going to do that, Tamara... There's no way you can make me do that."

"Is that a challenge?" She leaned down, letting her nipples slide over my lips. Suddenly, she rotated quickly, smacking me in the face with her tits. "Maybe I should keep smacking you in the face until you do." She continued rubbing her full bosom in my face, both literally and figuratively. She leaned back down and lifted a breast with her hand and then let it fall, smacking me in the face. She giggled. "I may not be able to force you to kiss my breasts, but I can still force you to suck them." She held my nose. It wasn't long before I had to breathe. I wasn't about to give in so easily. I parted my lips and sucked air through my teeth. 

"You dirty, little cheater." She laughed. Her hand continued holding my nose as she bent over and slid her nipple between my lips. Suddenly, her breast was blocking enough of mouth that I could barely breathe. I parted my lips wider to let more air through my teeth, but the soft skin her breast pressed a little tighter, suffocating me again. I tried to turn my head away, but she held me too tightly. Finally, I had to open my mouth all the way in order to breathe. Her fingers slid into my mouth and pried my jaw open. Despite my attempts to stop her, she began squeezing her breast into my mouth. I felt my tongue accidentally run again over her nipple.

"Ooh, that's right." She grinned triumphantly, but then got serious. "If you even think about biting me, you're going to forever regret it. Trust me. I could do anything to you right now and you couldn't lift a finger to stop me." She didn't even really need to say it aloud. My sense of self-preservation alone told me it was a bad idea, as satisfying as it may momentarily be. I felt sick every time my tongue inadvertently made contact with her nipple. I was starting to run short on air, and found myself struggling to suck in air through my mouth, even with her breast in my way. Unfortunately, all this managed to do was pull her breast a little more into my mouth. "Ooh, you must really like my breast in your mouth after all," she teased.

"Mmph--" was all I could squeak out with her still holding my nose and my lungs were starting to burn. Finally, she lifted off my nose slightly and I could breathe again. I inhaled air desperately into my lungs, but I was only able to get a breath or two before her breast covered my nose again. I felt her hand reach around the back of my head, and she braced herself as she attempted to force more of her breast into my mouth. Her other hand reached up and squeezed her chest, helping to force her breast further into my mouth. It was very uncomfortable on my jaw, and somehow it seemed she kept managing to squeeze a little more of her breast through my lips. There was no way her breast would remotely fit in my mouth, but I was afraid she might not realize it.

After a few more tries, she seemed to tire of that game. She scooted to the side of my head and leaned down. She only really needed one boob to smother me, but seemed she wanted to try with both. She squeezed them together as she laid them on my face. As she press herself tightly against me, her soft bosoms not only enveloped my mouth and nose, but my eyes well. It felt like my entire world at that moment consisted entirely of her boobs. I wouldn't have even been able to easily smother anyone with my chest, and she could do it effortlessly. 

After a while, she climbed back onto my stomach, and leaned down, forcing my face between both her breasts. Having her large breasts hanging on either side of my head was sort of an odd sensation. She pulled one of them away, and then let go. Her boob smacked me heavily in the head. She did it again, this time letting both her boobs smack either side of my face. She did this for a while until she tired of it. She resumed forcing her breast into my mouth, suffocating me.

"I'll tell you what. If I feel your tongue licking my nipple properly, I might let you have a breath or two." There was no way. It wasn't long before my lungs started to burn again. I struggled to hold out. She had to give me air eventually... right? The burning feeling was getting intense, and my struggles started to weaken. I struggled to pull my head away for only a moment's worth of air, but she held me tightly, her warm bosom conforming to my nose and mouth forming a perfect seal. 

Finally, out of sheer panic when I couldn't take any more, I finally gave in. Once she felt my tongue staying consistently against her skin, I felt her hand relax a little and give me a small amount of air through my nose. Without thinking, I withdrew as I focused on breathing, and suddenly my air was gone again. 

"No breathing if you're not working for it!" I promptly resumed my work, feeling her nipple slide around under my tongue. I flicked it gently. I really had no idea what she wanted me to do. I'd never had my own breasts sucked like this, much less sucked another girl's.

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned gently, "Are you sure you've never done this before? It's feeling pretty nice." She continued to let me breathe, and I continued circling her breast with my tongue as best I was able. She finally pulled her breast out of my mouth. "Time for the other," she announced. "Are you going to do this one more willingly?" I already knew I didn't have a choice. If I didn't, she was just going to keep smothering me until I complied. I sighed.

"Tamara... if I do what you want--if I do it willingly... will you let me go?" Tamara pursed her lips, thinking.

"Well, you'd have to do a *really* good job, and I mean thorough... suck my nipples, lick them, kiss my breasts all over. Show me that you really are sorry for the way you treated me... and at the same time, show me how sexy you think my boobs are. If you do all that... I'll consider it." I swallowed. I knew it was my best option.

"Fine," I said weakly.

"Fine, what?" She asked.

"Fine, I'll do it."

"Do what?"

"What you asked."

"I want to hear you say it," she demanded, "Say that you're going to suck my tits." I sighed.

"I'm going to suck your... tits."

"Hmmmm... not good enough," she mused, "Tell me how much you want to."

"Tamara, really? Can't we just get this over with?" Tamara looked angrily down at me. Without warning, her right hand swung, slapping me across the face.

"Tell me," she demanded. I was stunned. She had just slapped me... hard. My face stung. I was speechless. She raised her hand again.

"I really want to suck your tits!" She slapped me again. "Fuck! That hurts!" I yelled, almost in tears.

"Convince me!" I took a deep breath.

"Tamara, I've wanted to kiss your breasts for so long."

"Since when?"

"Um..." I hesitated, not knowing what she wanted to hear. She slapped me again across the other cheek. "Always!" I blurted. "I've always wanted to kiss your chest, ever since I've known you."

"Wow, you've wanted to kiss my chest for that long?" She was having way too much fun with this.

"Yes," I lied.

"I wish you'd told me back then... I might have let you," she grinned, "Now tell me why."

"You always wear such tight shirts, it's hard to stop thinking about them," I hesitated, "Your boobs are so big, I can't stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss every inch of them."

"Go on..." She waited anxiously. What else did she want to hear?

"Every time you came over to hang out with Krista, I couldn't stop staring, wondering what it would be like to... lick... your breasts all over and feel my tongue against your... nipples." I was feeling nauseated just trying to make up lies to make her happy.

"Wow... I never knew you felt this way. You always were so mean to me, and made fun of my boobs."

"I... didn't want you to know how obsessed with you I was. And it's like I said before... I was jealous."

"Well, if it means so much to you, I'll let you kiss my tits as much as you want tonight. But... first I want to hear you beg." Was she for real? She lifted her hand threateningly. I spoke up quickly.

"Please, Tamara. Let me lick your... boobs," I cringed, "I would love nothing more than to taste every inch of your sexy chest."

"See? Was that so hard? And now I'll let you do everything you've been wanting to do for so long." She leaned down and lowered her supple breasts back to my mouth, her nipples grazing my lips. I mentally prepared myself as I cautiously stuck out my tongue. I cringed as I felt it slide over her nipple, but I kept going. My tongue slid over her nipple once, twice -- I quickly I lost count. As I got a little more comfortable, I closed my lips over her breast, and flicked her nipple with my tongue. I knew I was in a position that most men would envy. I had a naked woman on top of me, making me suck on her perky size H breasts. It was almost laughable. No one I could tell would even pity me and yet, I was in a personal hell. 

I continued working at her breasts. I kissed her soft skin as she moved, making sure I really did kiss and lick every square inch of her chest although she was mostly having me focus on her nipples. I placed slow, wet, sensuous kisses all over. I closed my lips, taking her full areola into my mouth and repeatedly circled and flicked her nipples with my tongue. I kissed, licked, and sucked with all the enthusiasm I could muster.

I was starting to feel hungry, and I needed to visit the outhouse. That's when I noticed it was starting to get dark outside. I had just spent the better part of the daylight hours with Tamara's massive tits in my face. And I felt every minute of it. It was disgusting how much she enjoyed humiliating me by making me worship her breasts. However, what scared me was how much she seemed to enjoy suffocating me. I had spent a large portion of the day struggling to escape her smothering, all-encompassing chest for a small breath of air. It was also a little scary that she'd been torturing me the entire day, but didn't seem remotely bored. If anything, she seemed be having fun.

"Tama--mmmph," I was met with another mouthful of boob. "Tamara! I need to use the bathroom." She paused.

"Fine. I guess I could use some food and a break myself... I'd just let you go where you are if I wouldn't have to deal with the smell." I averted my eyes as she dressed, but I still couldn't help but stare at her breasts. They'd been in my face all day, but I hadn't had much chance to properly appreciate them. They were really quite magnificent. She caught me staring.

"Don't worry, you'll see them again soon," she grinned, "I figure we've got another hour or two of light before bed." I blushed. I had to stop staring. She might actually get into her head that I was enjoying the way she was treating me.

She released the belt around my torso and pulled the zipper down cautiously, waiting to see how I would respond.

"Take off your shirt," she demanded.

"Wha-What," I stammered. With no warning, I felt her fingers across my cheek. She swung again, but this time I managed to pull a hand free and block her hand. Oh, did she look angry. She wrestled my arm back to my side and under her leg. As soon as she regained control, she let me have it. She back-handed me across the cheek.

"Don't you *ever* raise a hand to me. And when I tell you to do something, you do it. Understand?" She slapped me again. "Understand?"

"Yes," I was crying now, "Please stop hitting me." She slapped me again. I tried to turn my face away, but she grabbed my hair and pulled my head up, only to slap me again.

"And don't *ever* presume to tell me what to do," she warned, "I've had enough of your shit. Now take off your shirt." I didn't hesitate this time. Still in tears, I pulled the shirt over my head. "Now the bra."

"But--" I started, but stopped when I saw her raised her hand. I pulled off my bra. I felt very exposed. She took the belt and looped it around my neck.

"There, now I've got a nice leash for you." She wasn't going to make escaping easy. She cautiously unzipped the rest of the sleeping bag while maintaining her grip on her leash. "Take off the rest."

"Why are you--" I felt her hand hit the side of my head. My vision blurred again and I started pulling down my pants. I hesitated a small moment, then pulled down my underwear as well. I was now completely naked, and she was completely dressed. I had no idea what she had in mind, but she obviously wasn't in the mood for questions.

"Get up. I'm going to walk you to the outhouse." She tugged the belt and it tightened around my neck. If I tried to escape, she could stop me pretty easily with this. I sighed, and stood up, leading the way out of the tent. I was so exposed and naked. I looked nervously around to make sure there were no other people in the vicinity. I realized then why she made me strip. I couldn't run away. Not easily anyway.

I glanced over at the car, only to realize that Krista had driven my car back. All that was left was Tamara's car. Shit. I had no idea where she kept her key. Not only that, I had no idea how to drive a stick. Things just kept looking worse and worse. She led me to the outhouse, and removed the belt from around my neck as she closed the door on me.

"Hurry up." A thought occurred to me. She would have to use the restroom eventually. Perhaps there would be an opportunity to escape. I felt tears coming back to my eyes, but I fought them off. How had I gotten myself into this situation. I kept asking myself. Surely I hadn't been mean enough to Tamara to warrant this kind of aggression. I finished and exited the outhouse. She put the belt back around my neck and started to lead me back to the tent.

"What about you? Don't you need to go?"

"I did while you were in there." Shit. I couldn't believe I missed a possible opportunity. She led me to the campfire, and prepared some canned food we'd brought. She kept a close eye on my leash, holding it when she had a free hand. Still, I was afraid to try to tackle her without a clear advantage, and I still didn't know how I would find her car key, I had no clothes, and so on. I would bide my time for now. Besides, I was still optimistic she would let me go as promised with only a couple more hours of suffering through her relentless boobs. She served me some food and we ate quietly. Neither of us really had anything to say to the other; it was an awkward silence. Plus, I was still naked and leashed. It was so humiliating to be treated like this, especially by a half-pint like Tamara. I was five inches taller than her in addition to her being my junior, yet here she was effectively making me her bitch. I just needed a clear opening, and I was sure I could take her. Every time she'd gotten the better of me, she'd had an initial advantage.

Even through her shirt, her boobs taunted me. I knew I was going to have to go back in there soon and start the process all over again.

"Time's up," she announced, "Back in the tent." The tightening of the belt around my neck as she tugged dissuaded me from trying to break free. I really, really didn't want to go back. I wasn't sure what other option I had. She tugged at the belt, pulling me reluctantly back into the tent. There's something much worse about heading willingly to your doom, knowing full well what awaits. When I saw the open sleeping bag and remembered the feeling of helplessness, I started to panic.

"Tamara, please don't make me get back in there," I begged, "Please-" I saw that same look of anger in her eyes again, and my fear of her overruled my panic. I climbed back into the sleeping bag and reluctantly let my momentary freedom slip away. She zipped the bag back up, and slid the belt back around my torso locking my arms in place. My only consolation was that the sun was going down.

"Tamara, the sun is almost down. Isn't it time to call it a night?" She rummaged around in the supplies and pulled out a few candles and a lantern.

"Don't worry! I promised you a couple more hours of fun, and I intend to keep that promise." She lit the candles, and then proceeded to straddle my chest in a familiar fashion. There was no time wasted as she pulled her shirt back over her head. There was something hypnotic about the way the candlelight danced on her skin in the darkness. She rubbed her hands over her boobs, her small hands working them quite effectively. "So, tell me... was it worth waiting five years? Was it--were they everything you fantasized they would be?" I was starting to wonder if she was believing her own delusion. I wasn't going to risk upsetting her at this point. I decided to keep playing along.

"Oh, dear God yes. I've wanted to see your boobs for so long, I've had so many thoughts, I never imagined one day I'd be able to actually act on those desires... to not only see them, but touch them... taste them." She seemed satisfied with my answer. I would have said anything to stop her from hitting me again. In response, she lowered her chest back and made me kiss and lick them for what felt like hours, but I had no way of tracking time. All I knew was that the sun had long since disappeared from the sky. After a while, she sat back up and stretched.

"This whole day went by so quickly. I guess it's bedtime." She pulled her shirt back on, and she started walking toward the tent opening.

"Wait. You promised to let me go," I reminded her.

"Technically, I said I'd consider it... but don't worry, I still am. However, we're not leaving tonight, and I don't really feel comfortable with you free while I'm trying to sleep," she yawned, "Talk to me again in the morning." And with that she was gone, leaving me lying in the darkness, still in disbelief, wondering what morning would bring. Would she stay true to her word? And with that question, I drifted off to sleep.

To be continued...

*****

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Curious Girls Ch. 03



I awoke to the sound of birds chirping. I squinted as my eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight shining through the tent windows. I was momentarily confused by the cheery atmosphere. Had everything that happened with Tamara been a dream? It was all so crazy. I closed my eyes tightly and prayed to God it had been in my head. Dreams of Tamara spending the day shoving her boobs in my face would have raised a lot of other questions, but I would have greatly preferred it over the alternative. However, a quick check of my surroundings confirmed what I already knew. I was still trapped in my sleeping bag with a belt around my torso holding my arms in place. But where was Tamara?

I wasn't about to waste any time. I wiggled, rolled, and struggled to slide the belt enough to pull my arms free. I made absolutely no progress whatsoever; I was trapped. Just as I was losing hope, I discovered I could slide down into the sleeping bag a little which gave my arms more leeway to pull the belt upward. I kept at it until I was able to slide the belt enough to give my arms wiggle room. It was taking a long time, but at least I was making progress. I had no idea what time it was, or how long I had before Tamara showed up. There were so many things that could go wrong, and the pressure was nerve-wracking. I potentially had only minutes to get free. If I couldn't get out in time, there was every possibility that I'd have to suffer through another day of humiliation. 

Tamara had indicated she might be willing to release me this morning, but I didn't want to leave anything to chance. However, I also didn't want to upset her prematurely and cause her to change her mind. I finally managed to wiggle my arm up enough to grip the zipper of the sleeping bag, but before I could go any further I heard footsteps followed by the tent zipper being opened.

"Good morning, Sara," Tamara said cheerfully, "Sleep well?"

"Uhh," I hesitated, afraid she would notice I had loosened my bonds. "Yeah. Pretty well. You?"

"My sleep was amazing. Best I can remember... I had a dream or two that started off poorly, but they ended quite... nicely," she smiled as she recalled her dreams.

"That's cool," I said awkwardly, "So, it's morning... any chance of you letting me go now?"

If she agreed, I would just have to feign ignorance and pretend the belt shifted while I was asleep. I wasn't sure she would buy it, but I was in a somewhat sticky situation and didn't have many options. I could always pull the sleeping zipper down quickly and run for it, but it seemed like a poor plan.

"Ummmm," she hesitated, "I know I sort of agreed to that, but I'm not sure I'm ready to let you go just yet..."

"What? You promised!"

"I know, I know... but in one of my dreams last night, I was reminded of so much you had done to me over the years I'd forgotten about. It got me really angry again. But then, in my dream, I did what I'd been threatening to for a while now. I smothered you with my ass, and you know what? It was such a perfect payback. It felt amazing."

"Tamara," I pleaded, "Revenge isn't going to make you feel better."

"The hell it won't," she scoffed, "...but even if didn't, in my dream it was also just fun."

"Tamara... that was just a dream. You've already smothered me under your ass. You're not going to feel any better doing it again without panties."

"There's only one way to find out... besides, it really does seem like it would be a much more satisfying payback. You got off too easily yesterday."

I could see she wasn't going to listen to reason. She'd already made up her mind. I just needed to distract her so I could make a break for it. Naked or not, I could think of little worse than what she had in store for me.

"If you're going to insist on carrying through with this... could I at least eat breakfast first?"

"You'll be fine," she said, dismissing my request. I tried again.

"Well, can I at least have a drink of water from my bag? I'm really thirsty." She hesitated.

"Fine," she sighed, rolling her eyes. As she turned around to rifle through my bag, I quietly unzipped the sleeping bag and slid out as quickly and quietly as I could. 

I may have had the height advantage, but Tamara had about 25 pounds on me -- even if it was mostly in the chest. She was also surprisingly strong for her size. It seemed her trips to the gym were paying off. I expected to have a significant advantage on an even playing field, but I didn't stand a chance.

I made it to the tent opening as she dove desperately to stop me. She managed to grab my foot, causing me to stumble and hit the ground hard. I struggled to pull myself to my feet, but she was already climbing on top of me. As she climbed onto my back, I tried to buck her off, but she held tightly. She grabbed my arm, pulling it out from underneath me and pulled it behind my back. She then did the same with the other. My face hit the ground as she managed to restrain both of my arms with one of hers and pulled off her belt with the other. I struggled the best I could, but having no arms made it difficult. Slowly, she managed to wind the belt around my wrists, tying them together.

"Tamara, please... you don't want to do this." I'm not sure I'd ever been so terrified in my life.

"That's where you'd be wrong," she grinned, "I really, really do want to do this."

"Please," I begged, "I'll do anything."

"I'm glad you feel that way... but the *only* thing I want you to do right now is bury your face in my ass."

"I'm never going to do that Tamara. Never."

"Awww... it's so cute how you think you've got a choice," she stood up and grabbed my feet.

"If you do this, I'll report you," I was getting desperate.

"No... you won't. Because then I'd have to release all the videos and photos I took yesterday."

"You're lying." My mouth felt dry. When had she done that? She pulled out her cell phone and seconds later, I heard my forced confession to Tamara about how long I'd wanted to kiss her chest.

"So, as you can see, this IS happening." She pulled my legs, dragging me kicking and screaming back into the tent.

She pulled me into the center of the tent, and left me struggling unsuccessfully as she zipped the tent closed. I saw her pull out a small lock which she used to seal the tent opening. No one was going in or out. I was quite literally trapped in a tent, in the middle of the woods, with my sister's best friend. I had no chance of escaping, and she was beyond determined to humiliate me in the worst way possible. It all seemed so surreal. She dug around for another belt as I managed to pull myself onto my feet. I didn't know what my plan was, but I had to try something. She pushed me slightly with her foot before I could stand up, causing me lose my balance and tumble over before she tackled my legs. I made things difficult for her, but it was a losing battle. I was quickly restrained, and she rolled me onto my back. She straddled my torso as she sat directly onto my chest.

"Help," I screamed, "Please, somebody help me!" She grinned.

"Scream all you like, no one will hear you. In fact, it'll make it more fun if you do." I knew she was right. "So," she said as she lightly slapped my cheek, "How does it make you feel to know that you're only minutes away from having your nose in my ass?" She was definitely enjoying torturing me.

She stood up and unfastened her shorts, wiggling out of them. As she kicked them to the other side of the tent, she turned around and faced my feet. She began sliding her panties down, a millimeter at a time. She shifted her hips back and forth as she slid them down, giving me a show.

"So, how's the view from down there?" she grinned. She continued tugging at her panties, slowly revealing her ass. It was very white and without as many freckles as more exposed parts of her body, but there were still a decent number scattered across her buttocks.

"Please," I begged again, almost in tears. She ignored me entirely and continued removing her panties.

"I can't believe this is finally happening," she said excitedly, "I used to just want to get back at you, but after that dream last night... I'm genuinely curious what it will feel like." Her panties slid down her thighs to her ankles. She kicked them away haphazardly. She was now entirely naked from the waist down.

She knelt down and got on her knees, still straddling my torso.

"Please! There has to be something I can do," I begged.

"Oh, there is... but, you're already doing it." 

She scooted back, closer to my head. As she lowered her ass toward my face, I turned abruptly away. She didn't appear to mind. I felt her warm, supple skin press against me as she began rubbing her cheek against mine. After a few minutes of teasing, she reached back and her hand covered my face. She wrenched my face upward, and I felt her legs tighten against the sides of my head.

"Oh, God. Oh, God. No! Pleas--mmmmmmph!" I felt her weight press against my face. This was it. My worst fear had finally been realized.

My nose slid directly between her cheeks. I tried to turn away, but she held me tightly. She shifted more of her weight onto my head, and I felt my entire face sinking into her ass. I couldn't see. I couldn't breathe. My entire world was Tamara's ass. I couldn't believe she'd actually done it. I couldn't believe my face was literally in another person's ass. It was so humiliating.

"That feels kind of weird, actually," I heard Tamara say, "Not quite like my dream. It's a strange sensation having someone's face wedged between your cheeks." Maybe she'd let me go? I hoped against all odds that she'd come to get senses.

"But you know what," Tamara paused, "I like it. It just feels right... ya know?"

"Mmmmmmph," I tried again, struggling.

"It's so dirty... and so much more satisfying than I expected. I can only imagine what it's like for you down there," she laughed. I was in hell. I was suffocating in the ass of my sister's best friend. I continued to try and free myself. "Oooh," she moaned, "I *love* when you struggle beneath me. I feel so... in control. When she was holding my arms before, I hadn't felt nearly so terrified as I did right now. Before, I at least knew that if I struggled hard enough, I had a chance to push her away momentarily or sneak in a breath of air. Now, my arms were fully restrained, and all I could do was lie there helpless as she violated me. My lungs were starting to burn.

"Mmmmmmph," I attempted to tell her I needed air, but my words were muffled in her ass. She started wiggling back and forth, and I felt my face slipping deeper. "Mmmmph! Mmmmph," my protests got more urgent. Finally, she sat up giving me a chance to catch my breath.

"Mmmm... I think I've found my new favorite way of shutting you up."

"I don't--Mmmmmph--" I tried to protest as she sat back on my mouth.

"I can tell you're trying to say something," she giggled, "but it's amazing how little I care right now." Her ass pressed firmly against my head. She was deceptively heavy for her size. She wiggled roughly, shaking my head side-to-side. "Can you imagine what Krista would say if she saw us now? Ooh... let's take some pictures for her." I felt her weight shift as grabbed her phone. I heard her snapping several photos. "Now let's just hope you never give me reason to share these with her."

She began bouncing up and down on my face, her weight slamming into my nose. It was very disorienting -- I kept having to steal small breaths, and every time she lifted up enough for me to open my eyes, I would open them only to be immediately slapped in the face again by her ass.

She came to a rest and went back to smothering me in her ass. I eventually got so distracted with self-preservation that I forgot to even struggle. She had a tendency to smother me near to blacking out, only giving me a breath or two before getting comfortable again. I stopped struggling as much just so I could avoid using the little oxygen I had in my lungs.

"Sorry, I should try to give you more air, but I keep getting carried away," she laughed sitting up.

"Fuck you," I said angrily, "Don't act like you care about me."

"Oh, sorry. I wasn't clear. I don't care about you, but more air for you means two things for me. First, it's longer I can keep your face in my ass without stopping. Second, your struggles get awfully weak when I sit on your face for too long."

"Wait, what? You said didn't care about me..." I asked, confused.

"Huh? Oh, sorry. I like when you put up a good struggle. I can't help it, you struggling helplessly beneath my ass is intoxicating, and more than a little hot." 

Ewww. It concerned me more than a little how much she was enjoying this. Also, I began to wonder from her comment if she was into girls. Was it possible she was getting a sexual thrill from this? That thought terrified me in a whole new way.

I tried to turn away as Tamara decided I'd had enough air. She ended up sitting on the side of my head, my nose just barely escaping being smashed under her weight. She reached down and forcefully grabbed my face with her hand, pulling it back upright as she lowered herself back onto my face.

She began sliding back and forth. It wasn't enough just to have my head wedged in her ass, she was getting intimately acquainted with my face. The feeling of my nose sliding up and down the length of her ass was extraordinarily disconcerting. I closed my eyes and tried to tune out the assault. That's when I noticed something even worse. The few breaths of air I was managing to sneak in were getting filtered by her ass. Needless to say, it didn't smell like roses.

"Oh, Go--mmmmmph" I moaned in realization as I thought about what that meant. She continued rubbing her ass all over my face.

"Oooooh," she moaned, "I love the feeling of skin-on-skin. It's so kinky."

"Tamara, please... I don't like this."

"It doesn't matter. I like this," she grinned, "I like this a lot." She grabbed my hair and forcefully yanked my hair, pulling my head up slightly as she slid her feet under. With my head propped up, she was able to rub her ass even harder and more aggressively on my face. No matter how I tried to turn away, somehow her ass kept finding my face. I was constantly out of breath. It was hard to even think about trying to escape, all I could think about was trying to get a breath of air. 

After what felt like forever, she finally lifted herself off my face and stood up.

"What do you say... late lunch break?" Without confirmation from me, she untied my legs and wrapped the belt back around my neck. It was a similar process as before, only this time she seemed reluctant to let me out of her sight. She led me into the trees, still naked from the prior day. "Go ahead and pee if you need to."

"You have got to be fucking kidding me."

"You're the one who tried to get away earlier, you brought this on yourself."

"Can't you at least look away?"

"You have 60 seconds. It's up to you how you use them, but then we're going back," Tamara said, ignoring my plea. Just when I thought she couldn't find a new way to humiliate me further. I spread my legs and relieved myself awkwardly as she watched. "Oh, how the mighty have fallen," she laughed, "To think you used to intimidate me. You're pathetic." She tugged the leash around my neck, tightening it. "Come on, let's get some food. We have to keep your strength up after all," she grinned.

"Tamara, there has to be something I can do for you. I'll give you money," I begged. Her eyes narrowed.

"You think you can buy your way out of this? You mock and ridicule me for years and then think you can buy my humiliation and low self-esteem away?" She seemed genuinely insulted. "Had you offered yesterday, I might have actually said yes. Today? There's not enough money in the world." She led me back to the tent, and bound my legs back. I wanted to try something, anything to escape, but I was out of ideas. She snapped the lock back into place. She pulled out some more cans of food and, propping my head up, spoon-fed me.

"Tamara, please. I'm able to feed myself you know. Just untie my hands. I'm not going anywhere."

"I'm keeping a close watch on you until you convince me I can trust you to behave yourself." 

I sighed and watched as she fed herself from the same spoon. Normally, I wouldn't have cared about eating after someone, but I hated Tamara so much right now that the thought of something touching my lips and tongue after touching Tamara's just made everything seem worse than it already did. She held the spoon at my lips.

"Tamara," I asked nicely as I could, "Is there any way you could get me my own spoon?"

"What? You're too good to eat after me?"

"No! It's just... it's just a germ thing," I tried to backtrack, "You know what? Forget about it."

"Oh, I'm sorry... does this bother you?" She slowly licked the spoon all over.

"It's fine, really."

"What about this?" She spooned out another serving of food and spat directly on it.

"You know, I'm really not very hungry anymore," I lied.

"Eat it."

"Really, I'm not hungry."

"Open your mouth, or I'll make you, and you know I can do it," she threatened. I sighed, knowing she was right. The last thing I needed was to encourage her to get aggressive again. I was still in shock a bit at the way she had lashed out at me yesterday. Shy, timid, Tamara? No one would ever believe any of this.

Reluctantly, I opened my mouth and let her slide the spoon in. I swallowed, trying not to show my disgust. For the rest of the meal, she did the same for each spoonful she fed me. It was such a minor thing compared to all of the other humiliating things she had subjected me to, but I could tell she was enjoying the fact that I hadn't tried to fight her and had simply complied with her demand.

As she was almost done feeding the two of us, my phone started ringing. She hesitated before reaching for it. She glanced at the caller ID before answering the phone.

"Hey, Krista," she exclaimed, walking back over to me.

"Krista," I yelled, trying to get her attention. "Hell--mmmmph!" Tamara's hand quickly covered my mouth and nose. I struggled to pull away from her.

"Oh, yeah," Tamara said casually, "I answered her phone." She looked around before grabbing something on the ground near me. "She yelled hello to you, but had to use the restroom in a hurry."

She removed her hand and shoved something into my mouth. I quickly realized she had just gagged me with her panties. My eyes widened, but before I could force them back out, I found myself back under her heavy ass. She was also beginning to get sweaty from her earlier exertion and increasing temperature outside.

"What have we been up to?" she asked with hardly a pause, "Well, we've just been having a great time getting to know each other better." I struggled to turn my head to the side. Even if I couldn't get Krista's attention, I had to get Tamara's panties out of my mouth. I was feeling increasingly nauseated thinking about where her panties had been. I tried hard not not to swallow. I couldn't stop my tongue from touching them, but I tried not to think about which part of her panties my tongue was pressed against. She held me easily. My struggling only served to cause my face to slip deeper into her damp, warm ass. She laughed at something I couldn't hear.

"Yeah, well.... we're going swimming down at the lake now... Ok... By the way, our phones are almost dead, so don't expect to hear from us until tomorrow. Alright... By--What? Pictures in our bathing suits?" She hesitated. "Yeah, my new bathing suit *is* cute...OK, I'll take a picture when she gets back and send it to you." She hung up and tossed the phone away. "So, your sister says hi," she laughed, "She also likes the fact that we're getting to know each other so much better. Unfortunately, she wants a picture of us in our bathing suits before we go to the lake..." She sat up, letting me force the panties out of my mouth. Her ass hovered threateningly close over my face. It wasn't a pleasant view.




Curious Girls Ch. 03



"I'll be right back, I have to go dig up our bikinis," she grumbled. She left and went back to her tent. I noticed she had left the phone on the ground. I awkwardly rolled over to it. Maybe I could use my mouth or nose to dial for help. I managed to press the home button, and after about a dozen tries, enter my password. I slowly entered the phone number for Krista's cell phone. Just as I was about to hit dial, I heard the tent opening.

Tamara stepped back into the tent carrying a bikini top. As she turned around to lock the tent, I pulled a shirt over the phone with my mouth and rolled over. I wasn't able to place the call, but once Tamara left for the night, I'd be able to call for help.

Tamara pulled her shirt over her head revealing a white bra. She tossed the shirt to the ground and pulled her bra off. Her breasts bounced hypnotically. They were all too familiar at this point. I found myself wishing to go back to yesterday's torture.

She quickly pulled her bikini top over her breasts and tied it in place. It actually was a pretty cute bikini, even if seemed to be struggling to support her chest.

She found my own bikini in my backpack and pulled it out. Unluckily for me, I also had brought my own cute, but strapless, bikini top. This made my cooperation completely unnecessary. She pulled the bikini over my own breasts, pulled the straps through my arms and then forcefully rolled me back onto my stomach. She tied the top and rolled me back. Apparently, she saw no need for either of us to wear the bikini bottoms.

"Stand up," she demanded as she pulled me to my feet. "And don't forget to smile."

I couldn't bring myself to muster more than a half smile, but it seemed enough for her. She pulled me close and snapped a shot with her phone. It only showed mid-torso up, so there was no way to tell from the picture that my hands and feet were still restrained. We both actually looked fairly happy. I knew that if I didn't cooperate, she was likely to resort to violence or some worse punishment. Worst case, she didn't even have to send photos. So, I reluctantly played along.

After taking a few photos, she sent one of them to Krista. The minute the phone displayed the send confirmation, she tossed the phone away.

"OK, glad that's done. Ready for some more fun?" She asked enthusiastically. Before I could reply, she shoved me backward. Seeing as my feet were still bound, I tripped and fell backward. I landed hard onto my back, knocking my breath away.

She immediately jumped me, her legs landed on either side of my torso, her boobs bouncing all over despite the bikini top as she roughly tackled me. 

"Let's get your face back where it belongs!"

She quickly spun around so I was staring at her backside. Her red hair flowed down her naked back. She reached down and grabbed my hair, pulling my face roughly into her ass before letting her weight settle back on my head. Using her other hand, she separated my hair into both hands and used her newfound reigns to continue holding my face painfully between her cheeks. She began sliding back and forth again on my face, her sweat serving as a lubricant and allowing her to more easily slide against my face.

"Whew," Tamara exclaimed, running her hands through her hair, "This is a good workout. We should do this more often." She began wiggling side-to-side. "I wonder how deeply I can get your face into my butt," she giggled. 

"Please--," I gasped.

"Oooh," she suddenly moaned, "Your nose is pushing against my asshole. That makes me feel really naughty."

Oh, God. So nasty. I really would have preferred not thinking about where my nose was. 

"Or, to be more accurate," she continued, "It's giving me really naughty ideas." 

She sat up, giving me a moment to recover. The cool air felt nice against my skin as I gasped for oxygen. I watched in horror as her hands slid between her ass cheeks, sliding them apart. On one hand, I couldn't believe how crude she was being. On the other, I probably shouldn't have surprised by much at this point.

Tamara had obviously been pushed past the breaking point and was now intoxicated by her newfound power over me. And if there was anything sexual going on in her head--I shuddered to think. The thought of her sadistic domination and insatiable desire to humiliate me driven by an uncontrollably strong sexual drive was a thought that terrified me. Simple revenge is predictable. Sexual need is not.

She lowered herself back toward my head. I watched in horror as her exposed asshole moved closer to my face. I struggled to tilt my head back in order to keep my nose away, but I noticed her move in response. She obviously wanted my nose back in her asshole, and she was not only going to have her way, but she was going make sure I knew exactly where my nose was. I felt her warm ass envelop my face again. The last thing I saw before it was all darkness was my nose sliding directly against her anus. She release her butt cheeks and let them close around my face. I thought that was the worst feeling in the world, but then she started bouncing slightly against my head.

"Mmmmmph!" My eyes widened as I felt my nose slipping a little into her asshole as she bounced.

"Oh, God," she moaned, "I love the way that feels." She wiggled, pressing hard into my head. "I wonder how deeply I can get your nose inside of me." 

She continued bouncing and wiggling aggressively my face, putting a lot of pressure on my nose in the process. She was getting so caught up in the process that she'd forgotten about letting me breathe. Not that I was too keen on breathing anyway, my nose being wedged uncomfortably tight into her ass.

"I think that's as far in as it'll go... too bad I don't have a lubricant, "she laughed, "I bet I could get it further in... actually," she paused, "I wonder if that would work..." She trailed off. I was starting to see spots, and my lungs were burning. I was struggling desperately for air, despite where my nose was. She sat up, letting me breathe.

She scooted back, and I found myself looking at her upside-down face. I was still seeing spots, and my vision was blurred. I wanted to ask what she was doing, but I couldn't stop gasping long enough to get the words out. She gripped my head with both hands.

"Poor Sara," she laughed, "I almost feel a little bad for you. You probably don't deserve this... but I'm doing it anyway." Doing what? What was she talking about? She made a face, pursing her lips.

"Tamara? What--," I struggled incoherently to ask what was going on. That's when I noticed a large amount of saliva dripping directly from her lips. I tried to pull away, but her hands tightened their grip. Her wet, lukewarm saliva dripped onto my nose. 

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I was simultaneously annoyed, disgusted, and confused at the same time. Tamara responded by giggling and letting another volley of saliva drip onto my nose.

"There, much better." She scooted forward and I managed to sneak in a quick breath before I quickly found my face back between her ass cheeks. My nose, wet with her saliva, was pressing against her asshole. She began trying in earnest to squeeze my nose as far into her asshole as possible. She slid her feet back under my head and began shifting side-to-side while simultaneously pushing her ass into my face harder than ever before. She reached back and roughly grabbed my hair, pulling up at the same time. The whole situation was extraordinarily uncomfortable, bordering on painful. "I would have settled for having your nose in my ass figuratively speaking," she remarked, "Having it there literally... *so* much better."

I struggled weakly. Just then, I heard a familiar noise, but I was incapable of processing that it had actually happened.

"Oh, fuck! I can't believe I just farted in your face. That was totally an accident," she sounded embarrassed, "...but how perfect was the timing?" She was sounding less embarrassed. "And how naughty would it be to do again on purpose?"

"Mmmmmm!" I protested weakly. My protest was met with the sound of her farting a second time. I tried to pull away, but she tightened her grip on my head.

"Damn, that's nasty smelling, even from up here. How was that for you?" she asked, laughing. I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to look her in the eyes. I had no idea how she could stay so entertained. She mixed up her routine fairly often, but she never seemed to tire of humiliating me.

After what literally felt like the longest day of my life, it was finally starting to get dark. I had spent almost my entire day with Tamara's ass in my face, struggling to breathe, and it felt like it. She was getting tired, but she still seemed reluctant to call it a night.

"I can't believe the day went so quickly!" She pouted. Quickly? Far from it!

"Tamara, please... I can't take any more of this. Please... let me go now?" I pleaded between filling my lungs with air.

"I don't know," She paused, "I don't know if you've learned your lesson yet."

"I have! I swear. Besides, You promised I'd only have to endure one day of this."

"That's a good point. I *did* say you only owed me a day."

"And you weren't lying right?"

"Well," she said thoughtfully, "if you're going to hold me to my word... you still owe me another half day." 

What?! I realized I had done my math wrong. A day was technically 24 hours. Fuck. I had basically just begged her to climb back onto my face, and I doubted she needed encouragement.

"I've learned my lesson, I promise!" I insisted.

"I'll think about it," she said as she checked my bonds, "See you in the morning!"

She left, taking her own cell phone with her, and suddenly I felt very alone. I was so stiff and tired of laying on the ground. I was also badly in need of a shower. I listened to Tamara climbing into the tent beside me. I wasn't sure I could handle another day of her abuse. My only consolation was that we'd have to leave somewhat early to get home in time.

I gave Tamara a while to fall asleep and then I squirmed over to where I'd hidden my cell phone and pulled off the clothing. I stared in horror at the now dead cell phone.

As I lay there, listening to the sounds of nature, it momentarily occurred to me that I was completely and utterly subject to Tamara's whims. As bad as things seemed, I was sure they could always be so much worse. It was little consolation as I cried myself to sleep.

To be continued...

*****

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Curious Girls Ch. 04



I opened my eyes and looked around to discover I was lying on the ground. A glance downward revealed, to my confusion, that I was completely naked. I sat up and filed away that bit of information. I was still in my tent, but it seemed that somehow the tent had grown several times its original size. I heard the sound of the tent zipper opening, and I spun to see who it was. I was not at all surprised to see Tamara's head poke through the tent opening. What *did* surprise me was how big it was. Had she grown too? I looked around and realized everything was enormous: shoes, clothing, my backpack, food -- everything. That's when I realized I must have shrunk. How had that happened?

Tamara finished climbing through the tent. The first thing I noticed was her chest. I'd thought it was big before. Each breast was easily several times larger than I was. She loomed over me, naked, as she bent down.

"There you are!" Tamara exclaimed, "I've been looking all over for you."

"What?" I asked, confused. "Why are you looking for me?"

"I'm bored, and it's time to punish you some more."

"Hah!" I laughed, "The joke's on you. I'm too small for you to sit on my face anymore."

"I'm not going to sit on your face," she said simply.

She reached her hands down and wrapped her fingers around my body and lifted me effortlessly into the air. As she turned me upside-down and lowered me toward her breasts, I watched in fascination as the gap between her breasts approached. Her boobs were so big, but even now, her freckles looked incredibly sexy and her skin smooth and supple. I couldn't see her nipples well, but they looked to be as big my head. She shoved my head between her breasts, proceeding to push on my legs until the rest of my body disappeared, completely enveloped. She pressed her hands on either side of her chest, keeping me trapped. Her soft skin molded around my body, making it hard to breathe.

As she separated her breasts, I slipped down and out, sliding over her somewhat sweaty skin. She caught me in the palm of her hand.

"I bet you could still suck my nipples," she laughed lifting me to one.

"Tamara, there's no way--" I was abruptly cut off as she rubbed her giant nipple against my face.

"Come on, lick it," she laughed again. I hesitantly complied.

"This is a little weird..." I continued licking her nipple. Without breaking stride, she switched to a new topic.

"You know, they say you know you need a bra if you can place a pencil under your breast and have it stay... I wonder if I should try that."

Before I could react, she lifted her enormous breast up and held my body under. She then released her breast, letting it fall into me, rolling over my body as it did. Sure enough, the weight of her breast was adequate to pin me against her torso. In the heat of the day, the underside of her breasts were even more slick with sweat.

She bounced up and down, giggling as her breasts slapped my body. As I slowly slipped out, she caught me again.

"This punishment is nothing compared to having your ass in my face," I said defiantly.

"Oh, this isn't your punishment," she laughed, "This is just me entertaining myself." She held me up in front of her face, her large mouth looming over me.

"I may not be able to sit on your face, but I've got an even better punishment in store for you."

She pursed her lips, and I watched in horror as saliva formed on her lips and began to fall. I struggled, but she had her fingers holding me tightly. Her saliva landed directly on my face. I couldn't breathe. I gasped and sputtered as it washed over my head. I couldn't even open my eyes, nor reach my hands up to assist. She loosened her grip on me and held me in her palm.

"Please," I begged, "this is gross."

She laughed. "If you think that's gross, wait until you see what I have in store for you."

I still couldn't see, but I felt another glob of saliva land on my torso. It washed warmly over my breasts. She began using her fingers to rub my body, spreading her saliva over my back and down my legs.

She picked me up around the legs, and swung me upside down. I couldn't properly open my eyes, and the motion was incredibly disorienting. As she rotated me mostly back upright, I managed to finally open my eyes. As they focused, I saw an enormous ass. I wasn't sure what she had in mind, but I didn't want to find out.

"Please," I begged, "Don't do this."

She didn't even pause. She lifted me up toward her ass crack, my arms still restrained. I felt my head slide into her cheeks, then my torso as she slid her grip around my legs. Using my arms, I managed to separate her ass cheeks enough to give myself some air and give me some light.

It was then I noticed my face was right next to her anus. Dear God. I gripped against skin with my hands as she began to push. It was a losing battle. I felt my head pressing against her sphincter. I also felt it giving way as she pushed harder and a moment later my head began to slide inside her.

"What are you doing?!" I screamed, hoping she could hear me. "This is so wro--mmmmph!"

My head slipped all the way inside her. She began pushing harder, twisting my body as she forced my shoulders past her opening. My arms began to be forced toward my side until I could no longer get my arms up enough to resist. My body slid in easier after that point. I was in complete darkness for the most part, and it was difficult to breathe. The few breaths I could manage to get smelled absolutely awful. I cringed as the warmth of her ass hole covered my body -- first my breasts slid through, then my torso.

As I felt my own ass slide into hers, Tamara's finger pushed against my feet to assist as I felt her body trying to force me out. As I felt her muscles contract, I realized she was tightening them on purpose, pushing me out slightly, just to push me right back in. Just as my feet were almost in, I felt her fingers grip them tightly. She slowly pulled me out of her tight ass, the cool air rushing around me. I waited anxiously for a breath of air. However, once she'd pulled my body halfway out of her ass hole, she began to push back in.

I kicked frantically, but she simply caught my feet and continued pushing. As her comfort level increased, she began increasing the speed at which she forced my body in and out of her ass hole. Her muscles tightening against my body in response to the sensations. A couple of the times my head neared her sphincter, I could swear I heard her moaning.

I struggled for air, but I just wasn't getting enough and being forced in and out of her ass was extremely disorienting. She slowed and started pushed me deeper into her again. She pushed my feet a little bit too far, and I felt her muscles contracting and pulling me in as she tried to grip my feet. Her sphincter closed, forcing me deeper inside of her now that nothing was stopping me.

"Oops," I heard her giggle, "I guess I got carried away."

I continued to struggle the best I could but couldn't get a grip on anything and her muscles were holding me tightly inside of her.

"I'm sure you'll come back out eventually..." She laughed, "But in the meantime, that wiggling you're doing inside my ass is really doing a number on me. I guess I'll just have to entertain myself another way."

I heard her moaning again. Her body fell into a semi-prone position. Was she sitting up against a wall? Her moans picked up intensity as I continued struggling for air. I was blacking out.

"Oh, God, yes! FUUUUCK!" She screamed loudly, her body tensing in orgasm. And then there was nothing.

*****

I awoke in a cold sweat, momentarily confused. What a fucked up dream. It felt so real -- the feeling of violation persisted.

I shivered. It was completely dark, and the temperature had dropped significantly. Tamara hadn't bothered to cover me with my sleeping bag, and I was freezing. I was actually worried I might develop frostbite, but I wasn't sure what to do. I could yell and wake up Tamara, but it wasn't exactly my first option. There was no guarantee she'd even cover me; it might just make her angry.

Suddenly, I heard rustling and the tent opened. Tamara's head poked in as she blinded me with her flashlight.

"Oh, good! You're awake," she exclaimed. "It's frickin' cold tonight."

"God, I know, right?" I commiserated. "Can you please cover me with my sleeping bag?"

"Of course! That's why I'm here."

"It is?" I tried to hide my surprise. I hadn't seen her show much empathy toward me lately.

She grabbed my sleeping bag and stretched it out, unzipping it as she did. She walked around and helped me roll over into it. My bikini top came untied and fell off in the process, but I didn't say anything.She either didn't notice or didn't care. I was just glad she was helping me.

"There you go. This should be much warmer." Tamara zipped up the sleeping bag. I was somewhat awkwardly positioned in the sleeping bag, but I could certainly make do.

"So much better! Thank you," I said genuinely. 

It was nice to not feel so exposed again. I'd been naked, or mostly so, for over a day now. That's when I noticed Tamara stripping out of her clothes.

"What are you doing?" I asked with a mixture of confusion and panic.

"Well, my sleeping bag isn't keeping me warm. It's not as nice as yours is. So, I figured we'd share."

"What?! There's no way we can both fit in here comfortably. And, why are you undressing?!"

"I heard that in survival situations, it's the best way to share body heat," She explained as she got on the ground and slid her legs into my bag. As she slid further in, her ass was getting uncomfortably close to my face. I pulled myself deeper into the bag the best I could, trying to avoid contact.

"I don't think that's really proven," I protested. "Besides, that's for when it's much colder--mmmmmph!"

Her ass slid into my face stifling my protests. Unfortunately, she didn't stop there. She gripped the sides of the sleeping bag and used them to force herself deeper into my sleeping bag. I couldn't breathe. I struggled to pull away, but it only made it easier for her to push me deeper into the bag. My neck was bent at an awkward and uncomfortable angle as she continued forcing her way in. I wanted to protest, or suggest she try to slip in next to me, but instead I was getting forced to the bottom of the sleeping bag--and into her bottom as well.

My legs were compressed and bent upward at awkward angles, my face still pressed tightly between her cold ass cheeks. Her legs were tangled in mine, but she was mostly in a neutral position by the time she managed to slide all the way into my sleeping bag. I could pull away enough to get a breath of air or two, but my face was stuck in her ass yet again.

"Mmmmmmmph!" I tried to protest.

"You don't have to thank me," Tamara smiled, "I couldn't leave you out alone in the cold."

She drifted quickly off to sleep. However, it took conscious effort for me to keep breathing. If I relaxed, my face inevitably ended up nestled between Tamara's cheeks. I had to actively concentrate on pulling my head away in order to keep breathing. I could already tell this was going to be a long night.

I finally managed to turn my head at just the right angle so I could breathe a little through my mouth without too much effort. I wasn't sure how I'd ever fall asleep at this rate.

*****

Suddenly I couldn't breathe and jolted awake. In her sleep, Tamara had shifted slightly cutting off my air again. I had no idea how long I'd slept nor what time it was. I was in complete darkness, both from being squished into the bottom of my sleeping bag and from having my face perpetually buried in Tamara's ass. Not only that, but I wasn't cold anymore. I was, in fact, quite the opposite. The body heat had built up inside the bag to insufferable levels. I was covered in sweat and, even worse, so was Tamara.

Even if my face hadn't been buried in the ass of my sister's best friend, it was so stuffy and hot it would have been difficult to breathe anyway. My lips were covered in sweat, at least half of which was probably from Tamara. I resisted my instinct to lick them. As it was, I could already taste her sweat, but I wasn't sure I could lick my lips without my tongue touching her ass. Without warning, she suddenly passed gas.

"Mmmmmph!!" I cried out in protest.

My protests were met with more flatulence. I realized she was actually still asleep. Oh, God. I struggled to pull my face from between her cheeks, but I had no more wiggle room at the bottom of the sleeping back, and my head was wedged tightly between her ass and the side of the sleeping bag. Once I finally managed to pull somewhat free again, I found that the smell of her flatulence was being thoroughly contained by the sleeping bag.

Another round of gas soon followed hitting me directly in the face. I had no idea what was causing her to be so gassy, but I certainly could have done without. I thought back to that first time she'd accidentally farted in my face with my nose wedged into her asshole. I wasn't sure anything could be worse than that. Still, being trapped in a sleeping bag with my face stuck in her sweaty ass as she continually passed gas in her sleep came pretty close.

She shifted slightly, forcing my nose back between her cheeks as she let out a prolonged fart. Despite the fact she was sound asleep, I couldn't help wonder if she'd subconsciously done that on purpose.

Every 10 to 15 minutes, I was met with more of Tamara's flatulence. Even while sleeping, she shifted backward without fail every time forcing my face between her ass cheeks as she passed her gas. Not only did it make sleeping nearly impossible, but it was getting really smelly inside the sleeping bag. Eventually, I managed to drift back off to sleep.

*****

I was once again awoken as Tamara shifted in the sleeping bag. She twisted around, her feet getting all tangled in a mess of arms and legs. One of her legs ended up sliding between mine, the other sprawled over my torso. Her ass was no longer in my face, but I found myself staring at something much, much worse. I'd been avoiding looking between her legs any time I'd had the opportunity, but now I was staring straight at her crotch. There was little I could do to avoid looking, except to close my eyes. Quite frankly, I was afraid to do that. With my head against the side of the sleeping bag, it would have been awkward for her to scoot forward, but I wasn't about to put it past her, even while asleep. I couldn't even say anything because the last thing I wanted to do was call out to her another way to torture me. I just about gagged at thought as memories of my dream came flooding back. The thought of her pleasuring herself at my expense wasn't something I would put past her.

It was hard to even make out much of her body in the darkness, but enough light was now coming through to follow the outline of her white legs up to a hairy mound.

I was so sleepy, but I struggled to stay awake harder than I'd ever struggled before. It was no use.

*****

The next thing I knew, I was back in my old high school. I walked down the hallway, trying to figure out what was going on. I saw Tamara further down the hallway at a locker. She was completely naked. I'm talking head-to-toe exposed. As I looked more closely at her, I noticed her hair and makeup were done like she had known she would be going out in public. Her full breasts bounced slightly as she walked down the hall, oblivious to my presence. Suddenly, two girls I had gone to school with grabbed my arms from behind. I wasn't surprised when I saw who it was. They had disliked me for as long as I could remember, but what did they want with me now?

"Tamara," one of them called out, "We found a new pet for you to play with."

Tamara turned around. "Oh, good! Put her on the floor."

Tamara ran over excitedly as the two girls forced me to my knees, and then onto my back. Other students were starting to gather around in a circle, but none of them made an effort to help me.

As I looked around, I spotted a teacher in the crowd. Finally, someone to help me. Tamara was already lowering her ass into my face.

The students started chanting, "Grind! Grind! Grind!"

"What are you doing?" I heard the teacher ask loudly. Finally. About time someone stepped in and stopped this.

The teacher continued, "Turn around. It'll feel so much better that way."

"Sure thing, Ms. Tannenbaum." Tamara immediately turned around, continuing to lower herself toward my face.

I found myself starting up at Tamara's crotch as her knees lowered to either side of my head, bringing her uncomfortably close to my face.

"Now, remember your lessons," Mrs. Tannenbaum urged, "It's all about the hip work."

"Can you show me?" Tamara asked.

"Absolutely! But make sure to pay close attention because I expect to see you do it after I'm done demonstrating." 

Tamara scooted back, holding my legs down. The other two girls who'd grabbed me before continued holding my arms.

"OK, I'm ready to learn." Tamara replied.

I looked over at Mrs. Tannenbaum. She was busy sliding her panties down her legs. She'd already removed her skirt.

"Mrs. Tannenbaum," I said in shock, "How can you this? You're an educator!"

"Which is why I have to teach skills that will be useful out in the real world." She turned to Tamara. "Now remember, It's not about the orgasm. It's about the journey. Take your time, enjoy yourself. The orgasm will come on its own."

"What if she can't breathe?" Tamara inquired.

Mrs. Tannenbaum laughed. "Trust me, once her face is between your legs, you'll realize what a silly question that is."

I watched in horror as my teacher lowered herself toward my face.

"Wait!" Tamara stopped her. "I think I get it now. I don't think I can wait."

"Alright, give it a try then."

They switched positions and next thing I knew, I was now watching Tamara's pussy instead descending toward my face.

*****

I felt a heavy weight on my head and I couldn't breath. I struggled desperately. What was going on? As I felt legs tighten against my head, I realized where my face was.

"Good morning, sleepy head!" Tamara laughed, sitting up.

Man, talk about fucked up. That dream felt so real. How had I even ended up this position? I'd fallen asleep at the bottom of my sleeping bag. I was still unbelievably stiff from the position I'd been forced to sleep in. I didn't have any more time to collect my thoughts before Tamara's ass settled heavily on my face.

"I hope you don't mind. I got bored this morning, so I decided to start without you." Tamara said grinning.

"Mrmmpf--mrrmm--," was all I could get out.

"What was that?" Tamara asked, sitting up.

"Starting without me doesn't really work particularly well," I grumbled.

"Yeeeah... good point." She laughed again. I was already in a bad mood that I'd spent most of the night with my face trapped in her ass, not to mention dreams of being literally in her ass... and that last dream... where did that come from? My dreams were becoming disturbingly sexualized.

Waking up to Tamara's ass in my face was a mixed blessing to what I'd almost faced in my dream. It still felt like I'd spent the entire night dreaming about Tamara's ass, only to awake under her ass. Even in my dreams, there was no escape.

"You know what I kinda want to try again?" Tamara asked. "I really liked the way I felt last night with your nose up my ass. I couldn't stop thinking about it." 

She was definitely starting to enjoy this too much for my taste.

"Tamara... aren't you tired of this yet?"

"Tired? Oh, God no. Not only has this been extremely satisfying, but this is the most fun I've had in... well, maybe forever--and I'm learning a lot about myself."

As she turned around and leaned down, I knew what was coming next. 




Curious Girls Ch. 04



"Tamara, please don't spit on me again," I begged. She paused and considered a moment, shrugged, then continued without a word. I closed my eyes, expecting at any moment to feel her saliva on my nose. After a few moments, nothing happened. I opened my eyes to see her face getting close to mine. I could feel her breath on my cheek. She kept getting closer. Was she going to kiss me? I panicked.

"Tamara... what are you..." I expected any second to feel her lips press against mine. Moments later, before I could finish my question, I felt her her lips close around my--nose? "What the fuck are you do--mmmpf!"

She covered my mouth with her hand. Cutting off my air. I felt her tongue slide out of her mouth. She slid her tongue over my nose, flicking it slowly before running her tongue in circles around my nose.

"You asked me not to spit on you," she laughed. She kept her hand over my mouth as she sat there hovering over me awkwardly. After a long pause, her mouth moved back toward my nose. Her lips were already parting, and I saw her tongue starting to slide out before she even reached me. Her tongue slid against my nose before I felt her lips close warmly around it. Her tongue had an accumulated amount of saliva on it which she transferred to my nose by running her tongue over my nose awkwardly.

She continued until my nose was sufficiently wet. Quite possibly more than last night, even. I could feel her saliva dripping slightly down my cheek.

She spun around, grabbed my hair, and with no delay, pulled my face into her ass. I tried to zone out as I felt my nose sliding back into her anus, but all I could think about was how much this reminded me of my dream last night. It's amazing how violated a dream can make you feel. 

It's hard to zone out too much with another woman's ass repeatedly slapping into your face, but I tried. I felt like Tamara's ass was all I'd seen for days. I'd even willingly take a boob in my mouth right now over the constant barrage of ass.

"You know, it occurs to me that you've been getting off easy," she mused, sitting up slightly.

"Easy?!" I gasped, "What's easy about this?"

"How do I know you're sorry?"

"Because I swear it!"

"Hmmmm... not good enough. I need you to prove it to me."

"Name it!"

"So far, I've been doing all the work. Prove how sorry you are by..." She paused and thought. "...Licking my ass," she grinned evilly.

"What?!" I was incredulous.

"You *are* sorry for the way you treated me, aren't you?"

"Well, yeah... but.."

"Then lick it."

"Tamara, this is stupid. What is this going to prove?"

"It'll prove you're sorry."

"That doesn't make any sense!" I protested.

"Stop wasting time. Are you going to to lick my ass or not?"

"Tamara, I'm so sorry about the way I treated you, but that's super nasty and so not happening."

"You also said that about sucking my nipples, and look how much you enjoyed that."

"What?! I didn't enjoy--mmmph!" Her ass caught me off guard.

"You don't have to be bashful, I know you enjoyed yourself."

Was she for real? She reached around my back and loosened my hands. I tried to ask what she was doing, but it came out and unintelligible mess.

She pulled my hands up. I waited to see what she had in mind.

"I bet I know something else you'd enjoy."

She pulled my hands in, and I felt her place my hands on her breasts. I had never felt another woman's breasts before, and mine were fairly small. Her's were easily more than could fit in my hand. Her nipples were hard against my palms, but her skin was soft.

"Go ahead, squeeze them."

I hesitated. It just seemed too weird. In response to my delay, she wrapped her fingers around mine and squeezed for me. She continued using my hands to squeeze her breasts until she felt me squeezing on own. As a reward, she leaned to the side to give me a couple breaths of air settling back in.

"Ooh. That feels nice."

I awkwardly continued massaging her perfect tits until she stopped me.

"See? Isn't that nice?"

I might have tried saying something back, but I was starting to run out of air again already. She crossed my arms over my chest and looped the belt back around them. I tried to fight her off, but I was just too weak in my oxygen deprived state.

"Now, are you going to lick my ass... or do I have to make you?" She asked as she sat up.

"Tamara... how is me licking your ass going to show--mmmph!"

"I guess that's a no." She said, having my hair roughly and pulling my face into her ass. She let my head drop and slapped my cheek.

"Are you going to do it?"

"Never!" I said bravely. I was rewarded by another slap to face. She pulled my face between her ass cheeks again.

"Do it!"

She didn't wait for a reply. Not feeling me comply was enough. She hit my face several times in a row. I started to cry again. She sat my face and wiggled roughly. I felt my face sink into her soft, warm cheeks. "In that case, I'll just stay here until I feel your tongue."

How had my life come to this? Was there really no other option? I wasn't convinced she would relent and let me breathe if I didn't comply.

Suddenly, Tamara's phone rang. I was a bit surprised she still had any charge left.

"Hello, Krista!" I heard as Tamara answered. "Oh, just chilling... Sara? Oh, she's a little tied up at the moment. What movie? Well, we were going to stay out a bit longer..."

I struggled weakly. I hoped Tamara would hurry and finish her call. I suspected she wasn't going to give me air until she was off the phone.

"...it's just, I'm having a lot of fun with Sara... but, I..." She sighed, "Yeah, we'll hurry back." She sat up and sighed. "Krista really wants to go see some stupid movie, which means we have to cut this short."

I had never heard such beautiful news. I couldn't wait to get home and stay far, far away from Tamara. Not long ago, I'd been bossing her around. Now, I was terrified of her. I'd seen a whole new side of her, and I didn't like it. Not only did she have a cruel and sadistic side, but she was faster and stronger than me.

I knew there was no one I could ever tell who would believe me. I didn't even care about that though. I just wanted to never see her again.

Neither of us said much to each other. Tamara left me lying on the ground as she packed up everything around us.

"Let me go, and I'll help," I offered.

"No, it's OK. You just lay there like the good little bitch you are," she laughed, "Actually, if you're a bitch, I guess that would make you *my* bitch."

"I'm not your--" I stopped myself thinking better of it.

"Not my what?" She cocked her head.

"Nothing."

"Good. For a second there I thought you might not have learned your place yet."

"I have. I promise!" I swore fervently.

"Then say it. Say you're my bitch."

I sighed. Even though I doubted she would take the time now to punish me if I disobeyed, I was sure she'd find a time.

"I'm your... bitch."

She seemed satisfied and continued packing things into the car. After finishing up, she returned to where I lay in the dirt. I noticed she'd changed into a knee-length dress.

"So, we've got a teensy problem."

"What is it?" I panicked. "Did your car battery die?" Then I remembered our phones were dead. I was horrified at the thought of being stranded for another night. With another night, she might actually be able force my tongue into her ass. 

"Don't worry so much," she laughed. "It's nothing like that. It's just that we originally packed stuff into both my car and Krista's car..."

"Does that mean not everything will fit?" I asked, concerned.

"Not exactly. Everything fits, but just barely."

"I don't understand."

"I had to also pack things in the passenger seat."

"What?! Where am I going to sit?" I was suddenly afraid she about to leave me behind.

"I was thinking you could sit in the driver's seat, and I could sit in your lap."

"In my lap? I guess that would work," I said hesitantly.

"I don't think it would work the other way. Besides, you can't drive a stick."

I sighed in defeat. I would do whatever it took to get home.

"Fine. Untie me?"

"Um... I'll untie your legs. You don't need your hands untied. No offense, but I don't really trust you behind me in the car with your hands free."

"Whatever. I just want to go home."

She untied my legs, pulling my arms back behind me at same time, and led me to the car and helped me into the front seat. She'd left the key in the ignition. It was probably a good thing for her she'd left my hands tied. I would have been tempted to drive away without her, assuming I could shift her car into gear.

"Um... I don't know if you noticed, but I'm still naked." I pointed out to Tamara.

"I've already packed everything away. Besides, no one will be able to see you behind me."

"You can't expect me to sit in the front seat of a car, naked, for a two hour drive!" I protested.

"Sara," she said sternly, "I am NOT going to unpack the entire car right now. You're going to have to deal with it."

"Tamara, this is ridiculous! Just untie me, and I'll find something myself."

"Just leave it already! I said I'm not going to do it." She was getting irritated.

"Look, what if something happens? What if the car breaks down and you get injured?" I continued pressing.

"Oh my God!" She exhaled, rolling her eyes. "Just shut the fuck up already." She stormed over to me. "If you don't want to be seen so badly, then you can hide under me."

She reached in and pushed downward roughly on my head while simultaneously pushing my legs into a impossibly tight and scrunched position with them bent under my body, my knees jammed under the steering wheel.

"Ow! Fuck. What are you doing?"

She continued to shove until my head was flat on the seat and I was staring up at the ceiling, my entire body was scrunched into an unnatural and painful position under the dash.

That's when I realized what she intended. I tried to struggle, but my legs were completely trapped and my hands still behind my back. She pulled herself into the car, and I found myself staring up at her ass as she lowered herself into the seat.

"Don't do this! I'm sorry!" I pleaded. "I can't stay like this the whole-- mmmmmmph!" 

Her ass settled heavily onto my head, this time with her full weight. Her dress ended up between my face her ass, but she quickly pulled it out of the way so my face sank without resistance back between her soft, warm ass cheeks.

"There," she exhaled, "as always, the perfect way to shut you up."

She cranked the car and raised the steering wheel so she could squeeze her legs through mine to hit the gas pedal.

"Pleas--mmmmph! Sto--mmph!" She bounced playfully as I tried to protest.

"I hope you're comfortable. We've got a long ride ahead of us."

"Tamara, I'm sorry. Please don't do this." I begged, gasping for air as she sat up momentarily.

"Too late. You asked for this." I tried to turn away as she lowered herself back. She reached down and forced my face between her ass cheeks. "I tried to be nice to you, but you just had to keep pushing my buttons... it's like you enjoy this." She paused thoughtfully. "You *don't* enjoy this, do you? Because if you do... we don't have to ever stop."

"No, of course I don--mmmmph!"

"You don't have to be shy," she grinned, "If that's what's stopping you from licking my ass, you don't have to worry about what I'll think of you."

"That's not it!" I exclaimed as she sat up for another few moments.

"Right, of course." She said winking. "Maybe you just need incentive to do what we both know you want to. I'll tell you what... if you lick my ass just once -- a single lick, I'll let you back up."

"I already said, there's no fu--mmmmmmmmph!"

"No talking required." Tamara cut me off. "Do it, or I'm hitting the road right now. And I'm not stopping once we start."

I debated if it was worth it. It wouldn't be so much worse than anything else she'd put me through and it would mean a significantly more comfortable ride home. I shuddered. I just wasn't sure I could bring myself to do it. Just one time, I told myself. I could do that. But, before I could tell her I'd do it. She responded by sitting heavily back onto my head.

"You're loss. You're just going to have to stay there the entire trip... and you're still going to give in eventually anyway."

"Mmmmmmmph!!" I tried to tell her I was willing to do what she wanted if she'd let me up, but she wasn't listening anymore.

She slowly backed the car up, and began driving to the road. Before long, we were cruising. She sat up occasionally to let me have a breath of air, but the bigger issue was how incredibly uncomfortable my position was.

"This is so fun," she remarked, "I've never been this high up while driving before... and I have to admit, I never expected your face to be such a comfortable seat--it's like your face was made to fit perfectly under my ass."

After a while, she turned the music on and began singing along. She had a surprisingly strong and beautiful voice. However, it was hard fully appreciate due to fact that the more I tried protest, the louder she would sing. Not only that, but instead of tapping on the steering wheel or tapping her foot, she chose to emphasize certain parts of songs by slamming her ass into my head. She also liked to dance to the songs while driving which meant a lot of wiggling and swaying side-to-side mixed with bouncing up and down in rhythmic patterns.

"Crap!" She exclaimed, turning the music down. "Crap Crap Crap! I'm so fucked!" Suddenly, I felt the car slow and she pulled off to the side of the road. I had no idea what was happening.

I felt her throw what seemed like a blanket over my body. I heard the window roll down.

"Good evening," Tamara said cheerfully.

"Do you know why I pulled you over?" I heard an unidentified male voice. A state trooper? I debated what to do. There was no telling what would happen if the officer found out I was there. I imagined all hell breaking loose. It would be the perfect payback. It might also be the only way anyone would ever believe what timid Tamara had done to me.

"Mmmmmmmph!" I cried as loudly as I could.

"What was that?" The officer asked suspiciously.

"Sorry, I have squeaky seats." Tamara responded.

"License and registration, please?" I heard after a brief pause.

There was some shuffling and opening of the glove compartment.

"I'll be back in just a moment." I heard the officer say.

"Mmmmmmmmmmph!" I tried again to get his attention as she rolled up her window. I was starting to get light-headed. Suddenly, the weight lifted off of my head. 

"He's already gone, you cunt!" She exclaimed in a forceful, but quiet voice. Her language caught me off guard. She slapped me roughly on the side of the head several times. "When he comes back, you'd better shut the fuck up if you know what's good for you." She wasn't playing around. She turned the music up.

Abruptly, her weight was back on my face-apparently, just in time. She rolled the window down again.

"I pulled you over because you have a taillight out."

"Oh! I had no idea." She exclaimed.

"Mmmmmph! Mmmmmph!" I tried again with the last of my air. My lungs were starting to burn again. The music was masking my protests.

"Ma'am, could you please turn the music off?"

"Oh, of course, Officer! I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking." Tamara turned the music off.

I had to try again. I tried to squeak out a protest, but I had no air left in my lungs. There was a silence as officer listened carefully. After hearing nothing, he continued.

"Are you sitting on something?" He peered into the car.

"Oh, yes sir! I'm on a road trip, so I bought a cushion to make it more tolerable."

"Not a bad idea," he responded, "And the blanket?"

My lungs burned and I was starting to see spots. I tried to struggle or make a sound, anything to get attention, but I was so weak.

"I was just cold." She responded simply, but seeing his confusion, added "The heater's a piece of crap."

"Gotcha. And it looks like you were out camping? We're you alone?"

Oh God, I wished they would finish up their conversion. I couldn't last much longer.

"No sir. I came with a friend, but she had to leave early."

"Well, stay safe. It's dangerous to camp alone. There are men who'd love to find a girl like you alone in the woods."

"Yes, sir," she replied, "I'll be more careful."

He handed back her license and registration. She rolled the window back up.

"I can't believe you tried to get me in trouble like that!" She sat up, finally giving me a breath of air. I gasped, desperately inhaling air. "Apparently you haven't learned your lesson after all."

"Tamara, no! It's not like that." She sat back my head, forcing my nose back into her cheeks.

"I'll have to think of a punishment for you later," she paused, "Still... it was really hot feeling your struggles get weaker beneath me when I couldn't let you breathe." She put on her blinker and pulled back onto the road. "How bad is it that I'm thinking what a rush it would be to smother you unconscious?"

What? Was she serious? She was starting to really scare me.

"The thought of forcing your face into my ass, controlling your breathing so that your struggles get progressively weaker over an hour or two until I finally don't get up. The whole time you know what's coming, but can't stop me. The thought of your panicked and frantic struggles getting weaker beneath my ass as you drift into unconsciousness... It sounds amazing."

Tamara was getting really excited. And I was getting really worried. Her mood had picked up, but I wasn't happy about the reason. The rest of the drive continued without incident. I was getting a horrible crick in my neck, and my back was really starting to hurt. My legs had also started lose feeling. The whole drive seemed much, much longer than two hours.

But finally I felt us turning into the driveway and coming to a stop. 

"OK, I'm going to go distract Krista. You come in a few minutes after me. I'll make up an excuse as to why we're not coming in together. You go upstairs and clean yourself up. Got it?" The car door opened.

"Krista!" I heard Tamara exclaim in surprise, "I didn't expect you to meet me out here." She fumbled quickly, but subtly, to find something buried in the front seat. As she shifted her weight off my face, she shoved her cotton panties into my mouth. I tried to get Krista's attention, but the panties muffled my cries and Tamara immediately slammed the door. As I struggled to force the panties out of my mouth, I heard Tamara and Krista talking.

"Did you guys have fun?" I heard Krista ask. "I was so disappointed I had to leave early!"

"We had a blast! Sara and I got a lot closer, and we both had a lot of fun. Well, at least I did." She laughed.

"Where's Sara?"

"Oh, um... I dropped her off at the store. She wasn't feeling up to a movie, and said she'd just take a cab home."

"Oh. I was looking forward to seeing her tonight... Well, I guess we can still go." Their voices were fading away.

I finally got the panties out of mouth and tried yelling. "Krista! Help!"

My cries were met with silence. I slowly squirmed my way up into the seat. My whole body ached, and my legs had no feeling. I looked carefully out and saw that Krista's car was gone. I lifted my foot up and used it to open the door.

I was still completely naked, and I couldn't risk being seen. I rolled out of the car onto the pavement. The cement was cold and rough on my breasts. I rolled over and pulled myself to my feet. I quickly darted into the backyard where I could more easily hide. Thankfully, the back door was left unlocked. I'd have to get onto Krista for that later, but for now I was thankful.

As I was about to walk in, I noticed some hedge trimmers on the patio table. I quickly made my way over and used them to free my hands. I was finally free. I stretched my arms and rubbed my wrists. They had been tied up for quite some time.




Curious Girls Ch. 04



I quickly made my way into the house and locked the door behind me. The first item my agenda was a nice, hot shower. I was so sore that hot water sounded amazing, and I had just spent the better part of the last 36 hours with my face stuck in Tamara's ass. It would take a lot of scrubbing to feel clean again.

I looked myself in the mirror. I looked pretty rough. My hair was a tangled mess, and I had dirt all over my body. I felt dirty, and not just physically, but emotionally and mentally. I felt so violated. I hadn't done anything to her that warranted way she'd treated me. I must have underestimated the toll my teasing had taken on her and not just by a little.

As water poured over my skin, I tried not think about the weekend. But I couldn't help it. I broke down and started crying again. I still didn't feel safe. Even though I'd more than fulfilled the punishment she'd demanded, she had mentioned more punishment after what'd happened the car. I didn't know what to do. There was no proof of anything she'd done, and there was no one who would believe me. The police wouldn't be able do anything, but what could they even do? Krista could stop hanging out with Tamara, but it wouldn't stop her if she was determined enough to find me. I was too embarrassed to admit to Krista what happened anyway. She might just think it was my own perverted fantasy.

I sighed and stepped out the shower. I tossed on a robe and headed to the kitchen. I'd forgotten how hungry I was. I devoured some leftover pizza and continued to ponder my dilemma. About the only solution I could think of was just never leave Krista's side, but that wasn't a realistic solution. I finished up and got ready bed. I was so exhausted. I'd slept awfully the previous night, and that car ride was a particularly draining experience. I was so stiff and sore, I just wanted to lie down and stretch out in my big, comfy bed.

I finally collapsed onto my mattress. I hoped a good night's sleep would clear my head. All I knew for sure was I would do almost anything to never see Tamara again. My dreams were no guarantee, but at least for tonight, I could rest confidently knowing that I was safe in my bed. I was safe... wasn't I?

To be continued...

*****

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Curious Girls Ch. 05



I awoke suddenly at the feeling of someone else on my bed. I opened my eyes to find Tamara hovering over me. I could only just make out her form in the darkness. She was just in the process of swinging her leg over my torso. Before I could respond, her weight was resting on my body and my arms pulled under her knees.

"Tamara... what are you doing?"

"Sssshhh," she whispered, "I know you want this."

She scooted forward until she was sitting on my chest, my chin pressed against her. She was wearing a revealing night gown which did little to hide her form. In fact, it did quite the opposite. I averted my eyes from the outline of her full breasts, her erect nipples pushing visibly through the fabric. She was apparently also wearing no panties. I grimaced at the feeling of her pubic hair rubbing against my chin.

"Tamara? What are you doing?" I asked in panic.

"You don't have to pretend anymore. Just lay back and enjoy this."

She sat up and scooted forward on her knees. Although it was hard to make out much detail, it was clear that I was staring directly up at Tamara's crotch.

"What are you talking about?" I said in a panic. "I don't want this!"

"Sssh. Sssh. It's OK. Don't talk." She begun to lower herself toward my face. I took a deep breath and I braced myself for the inevitable.

"What's going on here? Tamara?" I suddenly heard a new voice. Krista? Tamara paused.

"K-Krista...,' Tamara stammered, "This isn't what it looks like."

"It looks like you're about to use my sister's face for something naughty." Krista pointed out.

"Well...," Tamara replied, "Then I guess this is exactly what it looks like."

"Why are you doing this to her?" Krista asked. I sighed in relief. Krista would put an end to this.

"She deserves it. She's always such a bitch. You know it's true."

"Well, sure... she certainly can be. But I've come to accept that it's just how she is." What was she saying? I hadn't ever been a bitch to my sister, had I? I mean, I'd sometimes told her what to do, but I viewed that as part of my role as a parent figure.

"Well, I don't accept it. I'm going to teach her a lesson... you're welcome to join me."

"I couldn't!" Krista exclaimed. "Mostly because I wouldn't know where to start." She laughed.

"It's easy. Just watch me, and I'll show you how it's done. Although, you can start undressing if you like." What was going on? Everything had turned surreal. I wasn't sure what I found more shocking: her warm, wet, and hairy pussy covering my mouth and nose or watching my sister out of the corner of my eye as she stripped naked, watching Tamara intently.

"I'm getting wet just watching you," Krista giggled, "I can't wait for my turn with her." How could my sister treat me this way? It didn't make any sense.

In response, Tamara began rubbing herself on my face. It didn't take long before she was breathing heavily, and moaning. Suddenly, she was overtaken by orgasm and she clenched her legs against my head, pressing roughly against my face as cum poured out of her, covering my face. Her cum filled my nose, and I opened my mouth to breath, but it was immediately filled with her juices as well. It poured down my face, drenching my pillow. I choked, unable to breathe. I tried to spit it out, but more kept pouring into my mouth. I was literally suffocating. As I started blacking out from lack of oxygen, I watched as Krista's naked pussy replaced Tamara's over my head.

"How am I supposed to have a turn when she's about to suffocate in your cum!" Krista exclaimed!

"She doesn't have to be conscious for you to use her face." Tamara replied.

"Ooh. Good point." I watched as Krista's pussy descended toward my face just as I faded into unconsciousness.

*****

I jolted awake. What the- I was still out of breath. What the hell that? Obviously, my fears were starting to manifest in my dreams. The more I dreamt of Tamara and I in sexual situations, the more I became afraid of it happening, and the more I was starting to dream about it. It was a vicious cycle. Why was my sister in my dream though? The thought of Tamara using me that way was bad enough, but my sister? I shuddered.

Suddenly, as my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I noticed the faint outline of something above me. It was fairly white in the darkness, but I couldn't quite make out specifics. Apparently my mind was playing tricks on me, or my dream was still too recent. It looked exactly like the outline of an ass, and it seemed to be getting bigger. A moment later, by breath was cut off as my head disappeared into what I could only surmise was the firm, heavy, and warm embrace of someone's ass.

"Mmmmmmph!!" I protested, struggling. I had been mid-breath. What was going on? I was already out of my breath from my nightmare, and someone was sitting my face again? Was it Tamara? I couldn't tell, but I was already too weak to struggle. I tried to pull my head away, but I felt hands grab my hair and force my face tightly between the smooth, but firm cheeks. They held tightly, not letting me have a moment's reprieve. I expected the ass to lift off my face momentarily and give me a breath of air, but it didn't. I started to panic as my lungs began to burn. I struggled my hardest with my last bit of energy as I started to see spots. I felt myself slipping back into unconsciousness.

*****

I opened my eyes. The light was shining brightly through my window and my head was pounding. What a miserable night. I must have slept a long time for it to be so bright outside. I felt incredibly disoriented. My dreams had felt so realistic, particularly that last one.

I stretched. My entire body ached. I felt exhausted. I couldn't help think about the last few days. Part of me wanted to believe it was all in my head. The rest of me knew there'd be something just as wrong if the last weekend came from my imagination. What did this mean? What was my relationship with Tamara now? Was her abuse over? Somehow I doubted it, but I felt powerless to do anything about it. I didn't even begin to have an idea how to fix things.

What I hated perhaps most of all, was that I couldn't even be free in the solace of my nighttime isolation. I was still feeling nauseated from that first dream, and the thought of Tamara using me that way. Forget about Tamara, the thought of Krista using me that way. What was wrong with me? I rubbed my eyes and slid my arm under my pillow. My arm brushed something, and I pulled out a pair of panties from under my pillow.

How had these gotten here? I shuddered and dropped them as I remembered that Tamara had left them behind. I paused as I recollected. Hadn't I hid them away under my bed? I could have sworn I remembered doing that. I carefully grabbed them at the hem and lowered myself over my mattress and started to stick the panties under the bed when I noticed another pair already there. Two pairs of panties? I was so confused. Where had this new pair come from? Tamara hadn't been in my room last night, had she? My memory was so fuzzy. I was so exhausted and, coupled with sporadic dreams, I couldn't seem to remember much clearly. 

That last dream *had* felt more real, but that was my imagination, right? I would know for sure if Tamara had snuck into my room and smothered me unconscious, wouldn't I? She *had* expressed an interest on the trip home of smothering me until I blacked out. Of course, that could have been what triggered the dream too. Nevertheless, I still had a pair of, presumably, Tamara's panties in my hand. I tossed them under my bed too.

If Tamara had been in my room last night, what did that mean? Was I not even safe in my own bedroom? Damn it! I wished I could remember clearly what had happened.

I wandered downstairs cautiously, it felt like it had been so long since I'd been in the comfort of my own home. I was beginning to think that camping trip would never end. I looked around, but there was no one to be found. The house was silent.

"Krista?" I called out loudly. There was no answer. I ate breakfast quietly, still trying to figure out what I should do. I could tell Krista what had happened, but I wasn't sure she'd believe me. In addition, I couldn't help but remember the blackmail photos and recording Tamara had of me. I wasn't sure I was ready for those to get out.

After eating, I drove myself to the hardware store and picked out a door knob with a lock on it. I didn't know if Tamara had entered my room last night, but I knew one thing for sure. I'd feel a lot safer with a lock on my door.

I spent the better part of the afternoon figuring out how to install it. I definitely was not the most mechanical of individuals, but I had the determination to see it through. I refused to sleep in my room another night without a lock on the door.

Just as I finished, I heard the front door opening. Krista walked in followed by Tamara. They were both laughing about something. They were both actually wearing makeup and their hair was fixed. I felt like such a mess next to them.

"Sara!" Krista exclaimed, "I didn't get to see you last night!"

"Yeah, sorry..." I mumbled awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with Tamara. "I was exhausted."

Krista ran over and hugged me tightly. Her hug was very comforting. It was a reminder that there was still some normalcy in my life, despite what my dreams said to the contrary.

"Hey, there's my camping buddy!" Tamara smiled. "Where's my hug?"

I glared at her, but hugged her anyway to avoid drawing attention. I tried to pull away quickly, but she held me tightly. I felt her breasts pressing against me as she pulled herself onto her toes.

"Don't forget that everything that happened between us... stays between us." She whispered. Like she needed to remind me.

She pulled away, speaking in her normal voice. "We should go camping again sometime! The weekend went by too quickly. There's so much more I would have liked to have done." She winked at me. I looked away.

"I don't think camping is for me." I said.

"Come on, Sara! I'll be there next time." Krista laughed. "Besides, Tamara has been telling me about all the fun you guys had together."

I doubted very much Tamara's accounting of events would match mine, so I excused myself. As they continued toward the living room, I stared at Tamara. Could she have been in my room last night?

"Hey, Tamara... you didn't stay over last night, did you?"

"Nope," she replied, "Why do you ask?"

"No reason." I turned and headed quickly back to my bedroom as the two of them disappeared into the living room. I spent the next 30 minutes or so cleaning myself up. If Tamara could manage to look so presentable, I could too. I'd show her that she couldn't get to me.

I fixed my hair, put on some shorts and a cute top, and I was just finishing my makeup when I heard Krista calling up to me.

"Sara! You should come play a game with us."

"Be right there!" I yelled back. I finished up my lip gloss and made my way downstairs. I put on a brave face. I'd show Tamara I wasn't scared of her. I wouldn't give her that satisfaction.

"What game are you playing?"

"Twister!" Krista grinned.

My heart sank. Was there a worse game they could have chosen?

"Couldn't we play something else?" I begged.

"Well, I guess we-" Krista started to respond.

"Naw, come on!" Tamara urged, "It'll be fun!"

I grimaced as they set up the game. How did I always get myself into these situations? At least Krista would be in the room with me.

The game started normally. However, it wasn't long before we were getting tangled up in each other's arms and legs. I was actually starting to have fun and get a bit competitive. It made it much more interesting, because we were taking turns calling out body parts and colors.

"Right hand!" Krista yelled.

"Blue!" Tamara added.

It was my move. I looked around for a blue to put my right hand on, but I only saw one I could reach that wasn't already occupied by Tamara or Krista, and it was the one right between Tamara's legs.

"Can I have a different color?" I begged.

"Well... I guess-" Krista started.

"No. That would be cheating," Tamara interrupted. I looked at Krista, but she didn't argue with Tamara.

"Fine." I grumbled, letting my competitive nature get the better of me. I would show Tamara she couldn't phase me. I confidently moved my arm to the only place I could, sliding it right between her legs.

"Ooh." You're not enjoying yourself, are you? "Tamara mocked.

"Oh, shut up." I grumbled, not wanting to show my embarrassment. Krista stayed silent, except to call out a move for Tamara. The next color could have taken Tamara partially away from our awkward position, but she didn't take the opportunity. I suspected she was trying to make me uncomfortable so she could win, but I wasn't going to let that happen.

"Right hand," called out Krista quickly.

"Red," Tamara replied.

Whew. Thank God for Krista. Her quick calling of my right arm allowed me to move it to a different color and finally get away from Tamara. However, after a couple more moves, I'd managed to get myself twisted backward so I was facing upward. By this point, she actually had both her left and right feet on blue and was standing right next to me near my head. However, it was a bit awkward because she had her hands on yellow and blue which meant she had her ass just to the side of my head.

"Right leg." Krista called out for Tamara. I suspected she was on my side, and was trying to help get Tamara away from me. I was just about to call out red when Krista stumbled and fell.

"Crap!" Krista laughed. "I can't believe I fell."

"Well, I guess we can use the spinners now." I suggested.

Krisa walked over and spun them, announcing Tamara's next move.

"Left foot... green!" She yelled.

Although there were a few options for Tamara, she opted for the one directly on the other side of my head. I found myself unexpectedly staring up Tamara's skirt.

"Come on, Tamara," I joked, "no one wants to see that."

"Why don't you look closer?" Tamara snapped back. She was already so short that she didn't have to lower herself much. The next thing I knew, Tamara is rubbing her panties on my face.

"That's so not cool." Krista called out, half joking, half annoyed.

"I'll still beat her." I reassured Krista.

"I'm more determined to win than you are." Tamara laughed, suddenly thrusting herself hard into my head. Her crotch hit me roughly in the face, disorienting me and knocking me off balance. I swore aloud as I fell to the ground.

"You're such a cheater," Krista was noticeably angry at Tamara now.

"Aw, come on! It was funny!" Tamara laughed.

"It wasn't funny. This game isn't fun anymore," Krista shook her head and stormed off.

"Come on," Tamara yelled after Krista, "don't be a sore loser!"

Neither of us really knew what to say. Things were already tense between us, but Krista's reaction seemed a bit extreme. What was bothering her so much? Not that I minded the assistance against Tamara.

"I... uh, I should go check on her, I guess," I said awkwardly to Tamara.

"Yeah, sure... whatever."

I walked up to Krista's room, and found her lying on her bed.

"You OK?" I asked her. Her response surprised me."

"What are you thinking, letting her do that to you?"

"Letting her? I didn't *let* her." I defended.

"Whatever. It doesn't matter."

"Krista... whatever I did, I'm sorry." She didn't respond. I waited for a minute in silence, then turned to leave her alone. As I reached the door, she spoke up.

"Wait. I'm sorry. I think I'm just tired... Why don't we relax and watch a movie or something?" she suggested.

I could tell something was still bothering her, but at least she was willing to put whatever it was behind her. We hugged, and went downstairs together. Tamara was in no hurry to go anywhere (to my annoyance), so we all settled in to watch a movie together. Initially, we all started on the couch, but I slid down onto the floor to watch the movie from there. Krista started to lay down.

"Wait, I'll come over there and you can prop your head in my lap." Tamara offered. She slid over, and Krista lay her head in Tamara's lap. It was all well and good until Tamara propped her feet up on my upper chest.

I debated if I should say anything, but ultimately decided to ignore her. She was just trying to annoy me.

I thought about giving her a hard time, or pushing them off, but I really didn't want to get any more on her bad side than I already was. So I just let them stay. However, as the movie progressed, they slowly inched their way up until her toes were touching my chin. This was starting to remind me of the game "chicken." A battle of wills to see who would give in first. Well, it wasn't going to be me.

Oh, God. Her toes were touching my lips. I pursed them together, but she continued to caress my lips with her toes, sliding them between my lips and over my teeth. Disgusted, I tried to turn away without drawing attention, but her feet kept finding me.

Krista lay with her head in Tamara's lap, none the wiser to Tamara's silent assault. I was suddenly surprised as she clenched her toes around my nose, forcing me to breathe through my mouth.

Before I realized what she was planning, she slid her foot back and shoved it into my open mouth. Ok, this was too much. I was about to protest when I had second thoughts. What if Krista wanted to know why I'd let Tamara stick her foot in my mouth without saying anything. What if I tried to tell her about Tamara's abuse? She might think I was just trying to get her back for this incident. Plus, if I got more on Tamara's bad side, there was no telling how she would respond.

I sighed and decided it was safest to just play along for now. Not an easy decision to reach while Tamara's foot was forcing its way deeper into my mouth. My tongue was trapped against the bottom of her foot, her toes dangerously close to making me gag as they pushed toward the back of my throat.

Eventually, she pulled her wet foot out of my mouth and rubbed it on my face. It was so humiliating. Finally, I'd had enough.

"You know, I'm tired. I think it's bedtime for me."

Krista and Tamara both tried to convince me to stay, but I couldn't be around Tamara right now. I finally got away and locked myself in my room. I threw myself on the bed and cried myself to sleep. Something I'd been doing a lot of lately.

*****

I was startled awake. I thought I'd heard a noise, but everything seemed quiet now. I lay there listening, but all I heard was the wind and occasional sound of a passing car. Wait, I couldn't normally hear things so well outside. What was going on? Was my window open? I looked around the room. It was very dark, but the moonlight shone into the room making it possible to see somewhat.

As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I noticed a strange form in the shadows near my bed. There didn't appear to be movement. Obviously, my dreams from last night were making me paranoid. I closed my eyes again, but just to reassure myself, I opened my eyelids just slightly and watched the shadows. Still nothing. I was just about to close them again when I noticed a subtle movement.

I panicked, but stayed still. The shadow continued to move and I realized that short frame and big chest could only be Tamara. I watched in horror as she slowly and quietly removed her panties. Oh, God. What was she planning? What should I do? She had no idea I was awake which gave me an advantage. I watched through my eyelashes as she crept closer to me. I could tell she was completely naked from the waist down, but between the darkness and keeping my eyelids mostly closed, I couldn't make out much else.

I could jump out of bed and start screaming, but there was no guarantee it would work. She might run away in a hurry, but she also might tackle and gag me before Krista would have time to hear me. After the camping trip, I wasn't at all confident I could take her one-on-one.




Curious Girls Ch. 05



She was already at the side of my bed. She was too close now for that plan, for sure. Her hand moved quietly over my face, and I could just make out her black panties dangling from her fingers. Was she going to attempt to gag me? She gently rubbed the fabric against my face. I had to struggle not to make any faces as she rubbed the fabric of her panties over my lips. My window of opportunity was slipping away. I had to do something!

I decided my best option was to wait until she was positioning herself over me, as I was sure she would, and catch her off guard. If I caught her off guard and pushed hard enough, I felt confident I could gain a temporary advantage. While she was recovering, I would scream while running for the door. It wasn't a great option, but it was all I could think on the spot. My whole body was tense/anxious, and I wasn't sure it would respond properly in the heat of the moment. Adrenaline pumped through me, and I felt a little light-headed.

She climbed cautiously onto my mattress, stepping over my body and turning around so her body was facing away. I waited patiently for her to lower herself to a position where her balance would be susceptible to a surprise shove from me. My whole body tensed, ready to act as the drop of a hat. Or, as it turned out, at the drop of a Tamara. I watched as she crouched slightly and leaned back. She fell back slowly as she looked back and gauged the distance, but by the time I realized she wasn't stopping, she was picking up speed and falling directly toward my face. I had expected her to sit cautiously on my face so as not to wake me prematurely, but she was coming in fast. I reacted without thinking, my arms flinging up to protect myself. She landed directly on my hands, stopping her in mid-air.

"Ow! What the fuck?!" Tamara exclaimed in surprise. I tried to push her away or throw her off, but I had no leverage in the position I was in. It wasn't that she was too heavy, per se. But I had almost no upper body strength, and I hadn't been able to catch her fast enough to lock my arms. My arms were bent which meant I was trying to push her away almost entirely with my forearms. She easily maintained her balance with her legs. All I could do was hold her away from my face, but it was a losing battle. 

"Nice catch!" She laughed, recovering from her surprise. "How long have you been awake?"

"Long enough," I retorted angrily.

The longer I held her full weight up, the more my arms tired. They were already bent, and it wasn't long before my muscles started to burn. 

"How long do you think you can hold me up?" She laughed. I ignored her taunting and struggled as hard as I could to push her off. 

My arms started shaking under the weight, and began lowering against my will.They were beginning to burn, and I couldn't even push any more. Now I was just trying to stop her ass from getting any closer to my face.

"Looks like you want me on your face after all," she laughed as my arms continued to lower despite my best efforts. I supposed from her point of view, it could look like I was lowering her intentionally onto my face, despite how hard I was struggling to do the opposite. I hoped she didn't really think I enjoyed this. She was difficult to read, but the last thing I wanted was her thinking she was doing me a favor.

"Why are you doing this again?" I, pleaded. "You've already punished me for the way I treated you."

"You tried to get me arrested. That wasn't very nice."

"I wasn't trying to get you arrested!" I pleaded, "I just panicked."

"You tried to get me arrested."

"OK, yes!" I was starting to panic for real. Despite the darkness making it hard to make out a lot, I could clearly make out her ass. It was just about all I could see by this point. "I'm so sorry. Please... You have to forgive me!"

"No... I really don't."

As I continued trying to push her away, all I managed to do was spread her ass cheeks.

"You know, you could have just asked if you wanted a closer look." She laughed. "Wait, is that it? Is that why you tried so ineffectively to get me arrested?"

"Wait, what?"

"That's it, isn't it. You liked your punishment more than you let on, and you didn't want it to end."

My nose was at most an inch away, and my wrists were about to give out. I wasn't going to suffer through this again, I wouldn't.

"KRISTA!! HEL-mmmmmmph." I managed to get a good yell in before my face slipped into her ass. I hoped it was enough.

"Mmmmmm..." She sighed. "I've missed this. I wish I'd known how much you secretly enjoyed this too... You know, we don't have to stop."

"Mmmmmmph!" I protested. In response, she wiggled her ass aggressively on my face.

"Ooh... I know what it was. We got interrupted. You were going to lick my ass and we got interrupted."

I wanted so badly to correct her, but I wasn't sure she'd believe me. She'd somehow gotten it into her head that all of my protests were just posturing because I was embarrassed to tell her my true feelings. Oh, I'd love to tell her my true feelings.

"This punishment isn't going to work if you're secretly enjoying it... but maybe we can work out a solution where everybody wins."

I was running out of breath. I struggled to throw her off, but my arms were weak from my earlier struggles. She caught them with ease. She leaned slightly to the side, allowing a couple deep breaths, and immediately forced my face back into her ass.

"How about this. If you promise to behave yourself, I'll let you lick my ass. What do you think?" She asked, sitting up slightly. I was so out of breath that I wasn't able to get a coherent word out before she settled her weight back onto my head. "I'll assume silence means you're open to the idea, but too shy to tell me."

"Mmmmph-" I protested weakly.

She was giving me less air than usual, and I was starting to get weak and see spots. I kicked my feet weakly trying to let her know I needed air. Finally, she relented.

I gasped deeply. This time, she gave me a few moments to recover. As her legs tightened and ass descended, I tried to talk.

"Please... I... need more... air." I gasped in between words.

"Too bad," she laughed, "that's all you get."

As she settled back down, I couldn't help but wonder how many guys out there would love to be in a situation like me. Tamara was arguably a very attractive woman. Her chest alone would drop jaws, but she had a nice body all around. If she wanted, I was sure she could find an attractive man or woman who'd do these things with her willingly. Why did it have to be me in this situation?

"Don"t worry," she said, "I'm taking my time tonight."

"Tonight?" I managed to ask during a breath of sure.

"Yeah. I thought you were just pretending not to remember." She laughed. "I guess I did get a little carried away. I couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to another you unconscious.

She really was in my room last night? I knew it! I had started to doubt myself.

"It was a little disappointing, actually..." She trailed off.

"So... no point... in... trying again,... right?" I asked hopefully as she sat up.

"What? Oh, no. It was exhilarating! I loved it. I just got carried away and smothered you too quickly. I love feeling you struggle under my ass too much to rush it. It makes me feel so... powerful, so... in control."

The full impact of her admission hit me. She had purposely and quite literally smothered me unconscious with her ass last night. And not only that, but she'd a gotten a sadistic thrill from it. Things had escalated to a level where I didn't feel safe around her anymore. What if she went too far? I didn't want to think about what that would mean. But what could I do? I felt so powerless around her. Even now, I had no strength left to stop her.

"Please..." I gasped, "I'll do anything."

"Anything?" She cocked her head.

I nodded as best I could with face buried in her ass. She sat up slightly.

"Lick my ass."

"There has to be something else... Anything..." I begged.

In response, she grabbed my hair and pulled it roughly as she sat heavily back on my face.

"I'm done playing nice. I'm not getting up again unless I feel your tongue in my ass."

I resisted for as long as I could, but by the time my lungs were burning again, I was getting desperate. I would have done nearly anything to get her off my face at that point.

Slowly, reluctantly, I stuck out my tongue. I cringed as I felt it make contact with her skin. I was rewarded with a breath of cool, fresh air.

"Ooh." I got shivers," Tamara giggled. "Come on, you can do better." She reached her fingers down and spread her ass cheeks. It was so much worse being able to see her ass in front of me. I grimaced and made myself lick her again. She laughed.

"I can't believe I just made you do that!"

"OK, I did as you asked," I said shortly, "Will you please let me up now?"

"What I asked?" She looked confused.

"You said I only had to lick you once."

"Oh, my offer on our camping trip? That was a one-time thing. Now it's going to take a *lot* more."

I gave her ass another small lick or two. For now, I just had to keep her happy enough to not smother me unconscious. That thought terrified me. I would have done almost anything.

"Come on," she goaded, "Show me you mean it! I want to feel your tongue on my asshole. Not just that, top to bottom. 

"Tamara... please, this is so wrong."

She slapped me. "You need to learn your place. This is better than you deserve, now start licking."

Reluctantly, I slid my tongue back between her ass cheeks. She was crazy, and more than a little scary. And I was really getting tired of her slapping me around. However, I knew better than to complain.

I was still breathing hard while licking her, but at least she was letting me breathe. I continued licking, working up my comfort level. I knew there was no way she way she was letting me go without meeting her demands. I closed my eyes, held my breath, and bit the proverbial bullet. It didn't help enough.

My tongue slid over her asshole, nearly causing me to gag. I tried to push through quickly.

"Ooh." She gasped. "Do that again." I quickly slid my tongue over her asshole a second time. "Oh! I like that. Let me feel it again, but much slower this time." She paused. "And wetter too."

I groaned silently. Would the humiliation never cease? I reluctantly pulled my tongue back into my mouth. If I had my choice, I'd be glad to never have my tongue back in my mouth again.

Every fiber of my being screamed out that what I was doing was fucked up. I forced myself to ignore my revulsion, and I wet her asshole with my tongue. She continued prodding me until I was numbly complying with her instructions. Over the next half hour to an hour, my tongue explored every inch of her ass. She even forced me to kiss and lick her butt cheeks a bit, but seemed to really love it when my face and tongue stayed between her ass cheeks. In particular, she never seemed to tire of feeling my tongue on her asshole.

"Stick out your tongue," she demanded.

"Wh-What?" I stammered.

"Just shut the fuck up for once and do what I say."

I hesitantly stuck my tongue out of my mouth and left it there.

"All the way," she insisted, "and keep it there."

I stuck my tongue out as far as I could. However, I started having second thoughts as I watched Tamara spread her ass cheeks. She lowered herself onto my face, and my tongue slid between her cheeks. The next thing I knew, my tongue was pressing right up against her asshole. She continued to shifting her weight onto my face.

"Keep it firm." She said in irritation.

It was suddenly clear to me what she was attempting. My eyes widened, and I felt my tongue sliding into her asshole. However, despite my efforts to keep my tongue out of my mouth, she was pressing hard enough to force my tongue back into my mouth.

She began bouncing gently on my tongue, and I felt my tongue sliding into and out of her ass. It was only a little, but enough to make me feel nauseated all over again.

"Too bad your tongue muscles are so weak. I'd love to feel your tongue *all* way inside my ass."

"Tamara...please," I begged.

"I guess we'll just have to work on strengthening that tongue of yours," she laughed, ignoring my plea.

If only Krista could see me now. How humiliating would that be? I'd sunk so low. Just then, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. It could have been wishful thinking, but I was feeling more confident now. I had a plan.

Krista must have stayed up late. Or perhaps she went down for a drink of water. It didn't matter. I had recovered some strength and I had an opportunity that might not come again. Krista had to catch Tamara in the act before she'd believe me. I took a deep breath, and I yelled as if my life depended on it - and I worried it might.

"Krista! Help mmmMMMMPH!" As usual, Tamara was fast in slamming her ass into my face, stifling my screams. Of course, she didn't have much distance to cover. I just hoped it was enough. Tamara wasn't going to be happy after yet another attempt to get her caught.

"Tamara pressed herself tightly against my mouth and nose, her legs clenching the sides of my face.

"Fuck," she whispered, "I fucking hate you sometimes." She was obviously panicking. I heard Krista's voice at the door.

"Sara? Is everything OK?"

I tried to answer, but Tamara had me too tightly in her grip. She didn't play around when she was at risk for getting caught. I flailed my arms wildly, trying to knock her off or distract her enough to give me another chance to yell to Krista. My hands brushed her chest, and I desperately grabbed and dug my nails into the soft skin of her breasts.

"Sara?" I heard Krista again. She rapped gently on the door.

No matter how hard I squeezed Tamara's tits, she didn't budge nor make so much as a squeak. She was only concerned with keeping me quiet. I was starting to get weak.

"Sara? Are you okay? Answer me!" I heard Krista turning the knob. My lungs were starting to burn, my grip on Tamara weakened.

I heard the doorknob wiggle, but not open. Fuck! The door was locked. I'd bought a lock to keep Tamara out, but instead I'd managed to end up trapped in my room with her and lock out any chance of rescue. I heard the footsteps walking away. No! No... FUCK! I had the worst luck!

A few seconds after Krista's footsteps had died away, Tamara sat up.

"You're such a dirty little whore."

"Please-" I gasped as she forced face back into her ass.

"I tried to be nice to you. I really did." She ran fingers through my hair. "Well, now we do this my way."

It wasn't long before my lungs were burning again. Just when I thought I was going to blackout, Tamara sat up and let me breathe.

"What-? Why-?" I struggled to form a coherent sentence.

"I'm going back to my original plan." 

My oxygen was again cut off by her ample assets. This went on for what felt like eternity. She was actually giving me air more frequently as time went on, but each time was only a breath or two. It was never enough, and I was getting progressively weaker from oxygen deprivation. I struggled as hard as I could, but I knew I was too oxygen deprived to give her a challenge. The part that scared me the most is what I knew what was coming. At some point, she just wouldn't get up. Each breath could be the last before she suffocated me with her ass for real. It was pure torture. I couldn't believe she was actually enjoying my suffering so much. She wasn't even restraining my arms anymore. She was enjoying my struggling beneath her far too much.

I was so light-headed and disoriented at this point that it took me a while to realize she wasn't getting up this time. My lungs were burning, but instead of sitting up, she wiggled roughly. As my face sank deeper into her ass, and her legs tightened, panic shot through me. This was it. I clawed desperately at her legs. I tried to beg one last time, but I'm not sure she was even able to hear my weak, muffled protests.

In response, she grabbed my hands and pulled them to her chest. I was too weak to even think about resisting as she used my hands to squeeze her large breasts. I felt myself continuing to unwillingly grope her chest as I faded out of consciousness.

To be continued...

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Curious Girls Ch. 06



I was awoken by someone lightly slapping my face.

"Wake up, Sara," Tamara sung sweetly, "it's time to play some more."

I squinted, trying to figure what was happening. Tamara was straddling my waist as she slapped me awake. Suddenly, it all came flooding back to me. How long had I been unconscious? The reading light beside my bed was on now, and I could see Tamara much clearer. She was still naked from the waist down, and she was wearing a low-cut tank top. It was difficult not to notice her ample cleavage.

"Tamara?" I asked, feeling very groggy, "what... what are you doing?" My brain felt like mush.

"Well, you passed out on me, so I was about to leave... then I thought to myself-why should I leave when there's still plenty of fun to be had by all?"

"Tamara... nothing I've done is so bad that you can justify everything you've put me through. This is fucked up."

"It's not up to you to decide what's fair. You tried to get me arrested, for Christ's sake."

"Please... I'm scared. Surely you realize this isn't normal."

She paused and thought a moment. "Actually, this conversation *has* made me realize something."

"What's that?" I asked hopefully.

"There's a reason I don't let you talk. You're goddamn annoying. That, and you've got nothing to say I'd be interested in hearing."

"Listen to yourself, Tamara-" I started to protest but was cut off.

"Time for round two."

"Wait!" I was getting desperate as Tamara turned around. "You listened for a reason. You know I have a point!"

She laughed. "I took the time to listen because I wanted to give you some time to recover. It's not as much fun if you don't put up a good struggle."

That admission took me by surprise. I wondered if I could bore her by giving in-letting her smother me without resistance.

"I won't struggle then," I proclaimed.

"Yes... you will," she stated matter of factly.

Once I saw her freckled, white ass descending toward my mouth and nose, I knew she was right. I kicked, pushed, and flailed, all at the same time. She was temporarily off balance, and I managed to pull myself halfway up. However, it was a losing battle. She quickly regained her dominant position, pulling my arms under her legs.

"Ooh, yeah. Fight me, baby." She giggled, pulling roughly on my hair. With my face held tightly between her ass cheeks by her grip on my hair, I managed to pull my arms free. I reached desperately for her breasts. I grabbed them through her shirt, and squeezed hard. She seemed unfazed. "Fuck yeah! That's what I'm talking about. Squeeze my tits!"

I was starting to run out of oxygen again. In a panic, I clawed desperately at her shirt, and I felt her breasts pop out. I dug my nails into her soft skin as hard as I could, but as before, it had no effect.

"Ooh, I knew you loved playing with my tits."

I succumbed as she managed to pull my weakened grip free and restrain them back under her calves. She lowered her weight the rest of the way and continued rubbing her ass roughly in my face. I was starting to see spots again as she began wiggling enthusiastically on my face.

"See you again for round three."

*****

I was again awakened to slapping. My thoughts came back to me quicker this time.

"Tamara," I coughed, "...Please."

"I couldn't help notice how much attention you were giving my chest. I thought it might be fun to smother you with my tits this time.

"Tama-mmmmmmph." She slid her breast between my lips without hesitation. She'd apparently pulled her shirt off while I was unconscious. However, that realization didn't seem particularly important just now. She wrapped her arms around my head and held tight. Her breast squeezed into my mouth, forcing my jaw open. Her breast easily covered my nose as well.

It was easier to pull away from her breasts than it was her ass, but she had sufficient quantities both in determination and cleavage such that it was another losing battle. No matter which way I turned, I found more boob in my face, and usually more than one.

Tamara giggled at my hopeless plight to escape her breasts. Despite the little air I was getting, it wasn't enough. I was starting to black out again as I felt her breast squeezing back into my mouth. I tried pushing her breast away with my tongue, but I felt it keep sliding ineffectively against her nipple. I say ineffective because I wasn't getting any more air. However, it might have been effective from Tamara's perspective, as evidenced by her exaggerated moans. And then there was nothing.

*****

I awoke in a panic, and quickly sat up. Pain shot through my head. I ignored it and surveyed my room. Everything looked as it should. However, this time there was no doubt in my mind what had happened last night. My splitting headache was proof enough. I fell back into bed. This was getting out of hand. I had to do something. I had to talk to Tamara, and that's all there was to it. Unfortunately, that meant being alone with her. I sighed. I wished I had someone I could confide in-someone who could tell me how to fix my life.

I rolled out of bed and wandered over to my window. It was firmly closed and locked. I wondered how she'd gotten into my room. I strolled over to the door to confirm it was also locked. Of course, it was. Two ways in, both locked. It didn't make any sense. I was sure she was in my room last night. I was, wasn't I? My head was hurting so much, I just wanted to find something for the pain and hide in my bed. No, I wanted to hide somewhere safe. Nowhere felt safe from Tamara anymore.

I left my room and made my way to the bathroom. I popped a couple of ibuprofen in my mouth and stared in the mirror. I barely recognized the face staring back. I felt so disoriented. I was not eating much nor sleeping well these days. It was partially from the nightmares, and partially from Tamara's late night assaults on my face-and sanity.

"Hey, everything OK?" Krista's voice startled me.

"What do you mean?" I asked confused.

"Last night. I thought I heard you calling for me, but you didn't answer when I came to your door."

"I...uh... I-I must have been talking in my sleep."

I wanted to tell her everything, but it was impossible to get the words out. It was so embarrassing and awkward. How could I tell her the depraved things her shy, quiet best-friend-in-the-whole-world had done to me-was still doing to me? Maybe Tamara was right. Maybe I did deserve everything she'd done to me.

"Hey," I interrupted before she could respond, "want to do something? I really don't feel like being by myself today."

Krista looked taken aback by my change in topic. "Uh... sure," she said a little hesitantly, "what did you have in mind?"

"It's been a while since we had a girls day." I proposed.

"Well, I can call Tamara and see-"

"I meant just the two of us." I interrupted quickly. Not only did I not want to see Tamara, but I didn't want to be alone any more than possible-at least not until I had a plan.

"Sure," she smiled, "I guess it has been a while since we've just hung out together... you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine," I said waving her off, "don't worry about me."

An hour later, we were lying blissfully on massage tables at a local spa. It was the safest I'd felt in what seemed like forever. It had been a long time since Krista and I had just relaxed and had a good chat. I looked over at Krista. She was actually a very beautiful woman with a body type not entirely unlike Tamara's. However, she was bit more modestly proportioned. Krista was taller at around 5'6, and also somewhat large chested. I knew for a fact she was a D cup-definitely smaller than Tamara, but they also looked much more normal on her frame. You certainly wouldn't look at her at think anything other than she was an attractive woman with a full chest. With Tamara, while her chest didn't look too big for her body, you definitely had a momentary "holy fuck" moment the first time you saw her.

I probably obsessed about chests too much, but as a somewhat insecure woman with a modest C cup, constantly being around two women with significantly larger chests tended to wear a little on the self-esteem. It didn't help that it was my younger sister who ended up with a bigger chest than me.

The fact that she was so attractive, yet still single inevitably prompted a discussion about her love life. She seemed a little uncomfortable, though I took it as shyness. She avoided most of my questions, seeming instead more interested on focusing on me instead.

"I'd rather talk about your love life," Krista laughed, "mine is boring."

"Are you kidding? It can't be more boring than mine."

"So... why is it you think we're both still single?" Krista peered over at me.

"Well, I've been busy working. I'm not sure your excuse!" I teased back.

We continued the girl-talk all through the massage and into our mani-pedis. We talked boys, jobs, goals, and even made fun of a few people we knew; Nothing was off limits.

"So... what's up with you and Tamara?" Krista asked abruptly.

I paused, unsure what to say. What did she know?

"W-What do you mean?" I stammered. I hoped I sounded more confident than I felt.

"Oh, I don't really know. It just seems like you two have been acting differently lately around each other."

"We have?" I asked as I changed the subject. "What about the way you were acting last night?"

"What was strange about how I acted?" she asked defensively, "I didn't like how she was treating you."

"Don't worry about me! She was just being competitive." I hated defending her.

"Well, I think she crossed a line, and you should have said something."

"How could I? I didn't want her to think I was being a baby." I forced a laugh.

"No, you're right," Krista said quickly, "Like I said, I'm sure I was overreacting."

The conversation turned to other topics as we headed home. Krista started to head to her room, but I still didn't want to be alone.

"Wait," I stopped her, "why don't we microwave some dinners and put on a movie?"

She smiled. "I'd like that... but you have to cook."

I laughed. "It's a deal."

I warmed the microwaveable dinners while Krista was picking out a movie in the living room. I knew I couldn't hide behind Krista forever, but I was terrified of seeing Tamara again. She had smothered me last night not once-not twice-but three times, and she'd had fun doing it. What if she tried again? What if she didn't get up soon enough and I didn't wake up? I'd never been more scared to be alone.

I knew this was serious. I should have told someone, but I was so embarrassed. Assuming anyone believed me, I'd have to tell them everything she'd done to me. If no one believed me, I'd still be humiliated and Tamara might find a way to punish me even worse. Maybe I could reason with her-at least to get her to stop smothering like she was doing last night. At this point, there was little I wouldn't do.

"Sara," Krista called, interrupting my thoughts, "Are you coming?"

"On my way!" I grabbed the dinners and made my way to the couch. 

She'd found a romcom on Instant Video to rent. We curled up on the couch together under a blanket. She snuggled up next to me and lay her head on my chest. I put my arm around her and got comfortable. Krista had always been a cuddler. She'd almost always snuggle up next to me during our movie nights. However, life had gotten so busy for us lately that our girl days and movie nights were pretty rare these days.

The movie was pretty cookie cutter, as were most romantic comedies, but it was enjoyable nonetheless. However, I must have been more tired than I realized. About halfway through the movie, I found myself struggling to stay awake.

*****

I awoke some time later. I had no idea how long I'd been asleep. My head was propped on the side of the couch, and Krista still lay between my legs with her head on my chest.

There was some soap opera playing quietly on the television with an unrealistically hunky doctor with sexy hair. He was rattling off some sort of medical nonsense that probably wouldn't have made sense to anyone in the medical profession. But you didn't watch these types of shows for their accuracy.

I wished I had some idea how early it was; I hated to wake Krista. I glanced down at her while avoiding making any movements. I saw some movement under the cover. Oh, good. She was already awake.

I started to say something, but just then the blanket fell and I noticed where her hand was. Her hand and part of her firearm was obscured under the waistband of her pajamas. She paused momentarily when the blanket fell before resuming her previous motions. I could clearly see the outline of her hand between her legs.

Oh, God. I panicked. Should I say something and feign ignorance? I mean sure, the doctor in TV was hot, but I still couldn't believe my own sister was masturbating right in front of me. Hell, it wasn't even in front, it was practically on top of me.

Her breathing quickened. She rolled her head to the side and glanced up at me. I quickly closed my eyes and watched her through my eyelashes. She stared for the longest time, biting her lip as she continued to pleasure herself. I felt so awkward with her staring at me like that.

She finally looked away, and I saw her pulling her hand out of her pajama bottoms. Thank God. Maybe she'd thought better of it and decided it wasn't worth the risk. Wait, no. Her hand stopped halfway and was going back in-under her panties.

She moaned slightly, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid. I could tell she was trying to be quiet, but she wasn't able to stop the occasional moan. I lay there stiffly for what felt like ten or fifteen long minutes. My arms were still around her waist from our late night movie cuddling, and there was no way I could easily move them without alerting her to the fact I was aware of everything going on.

Her moans finally reached a point where I wasn't sure I would have slept through them had I still been asleep. She continued to bite her lip, trying to suppress her noises. I felt her body tense as she finally climaxed. She went motionless as she glanced my way again, checking that I was still asleep. Slowly withdrawing her hand from her pajama bottoms, I felt her slender fingers brush softly over my arm.

"Shit!" I heard her whisper in alarm. I felt something wet on arm where she had touched me. I lay there in muted horror as she began brushing my arm off in a panic with the same hand she had just touched me with. As more of her fingers brushed my skin, I felt a slick wetness follow. Oh, God. She was making things worse. I accidentally twitched in revulsion, unable to hide my disgust.

She froze and pretended to sleep. I just lay there not sure what to do. How did I keep ending up in these awkward situations? I resisted the urge to run to the sink and scrub until my skin was raw. I couldn't believe I had some of my sister's juices on my arm. Despite my instincts, I kept still. The last thing I needed was for her to realize I'd been awake the whole time and not said anything.

She cautiously grabbed the blanket and pulled it back over us, wiping her fingers on it. I had to wonder if this was the first time she'd done this-or the first time she dried her fingers on the blanket. It was hard not to think about how snuggling under this blanket would never be the same again. It was as if a little bit of the innocence was gone. I wasn't even sure to this point my sister had a sexual thought in her head, much less masturbated. Perhaps I didn't know her as well as I thought.

Her breathing slowed, and she nestled her head against my chest again. After a few minutes, I realized she'd fallen back asleep. Well, now what? She'd apparently either decided wiping my arm wasn't worth the risk, or she'd fallen asleep unintentionally. I couldn't even wipe my own arm on blanket as her arms were laying over mine. I closed my eyes and listened to the rhythmic sound of her breathing, trying to forget what I'd just witnessed. I lay there, just generally stunned. I'd wait a reasonable amount of time, then I would pretend I'd just woken up. I tried to think about something-anything else, but I couldn't stop thinking about what she'd unintentionally left on my arm. And so, I tried to relax and wait patiently.

Krista's chest rose and fell with her breathing. She looked so at peace. I hated to wake her, but I couldn't lie here forever pretending to sleep. And then, as I waited for enough time to pass, I let my eyes close.

*****

I awoke some time later, and Krista was nowhere to be found. I rolled over, and realized something was off. Not only was I naked but the couch was enormous. Judging by my surroundings, I was probably six to eight inches tall. I heard footsteps. Was it Krista coming back?

To my horror it wasn't Krista but Tamara instead. What was she doing in my house? And why was she naked?! Her large breasts swayed impressively she walked toward the couch. Thankfully, she didn't seem to notice me.

She grabbed the remote and flipped the channel on the TV. I realized too late she was sitting on the couch. I probably should have ran to one side or the other, but looking up and seeing a giant ass descending toward you is enough to make you pause a moment in stunned horror.

I stumbled backward. The last thing I wanted was for things to end up like last time. I tripped over my own feet and fell flat my back. I could only watch in muted horror as her ass fell heavily into the couch, engulfing my entire body.

"What the hell?" I heard Tamara exclaim in surprise.

She sat up abruptly, looking down at the seat.

"Well, hello there," she grinned, "back for more fun?"

"No! You're the one in my house," I protested. "And why are you naked?!"

"I was going to welcome Krista home with a little... surprise," Tamara responded coyly.

"What?! She's not into... that."

"...Yet."

"What?!" I asked, confused.

"She's not into that, yet. She just needs a little coaxing... like you did."

"What? I'm not into that either!"

She laughed. "It's cute how you keep trying to deny your feelings. I've seen the way you stare at my chest."

"Who wouldn't stare?! It's huge!" I protested.

She turned around. "I bet you'd love to see them closer."

"No!" I tried to protest, but she was already bending over.

Her breasts seemed even larger hanging freely over my head. She rubbed her soft nipple over my body, before centering it on my chest. I found myself unexpectedly pinned to the couch as her breast enveloped my head followed by the rest of my body. Only my feet poked out from under her breast.

She continued smothering me, her breasts were impossible to escape. I felt her nipple hardening against my body. Oh, God. Was she getting turned on? I clawed at the couch, managing to pull away and climb to my feet. I ran awkwardly over the cushion, trying to escape.

She just laughed and swung her torso in my direction. Her breast smacked me hard sending me flying back into the cushion. I tried to climb back up, but she was waiting for me. She was holding each her breasts apart. The minute I stood up, she released them.

I was simultaneously smacked from two directions by her heavy cargo. I stumbled, disoriented. Abruptly, the sound of a door latch in the kitchen caught Tamara's attention.

"Fuck! Krista's home." Tamara panicked. "I'll never be able to explain what I'm doing to her big sister."

She grabbed her bra. "I've got to hide you somewhere." She looked down at her bra and grinned. "I bet you'd hide nicely in here."

I looked at her with wide eyes. Before I could make it more than 6 inches, her fingers closed around me. She lifted her breast and held me under as she let her breast fall, pinning me to her body. She then pulled her tightly fitting bra over her chest, sealing me in. I could barely breathe, but I was able to still get in a scream or two.




Curious Girls Ch. 06



"You'll never get away with this! Krista will figure it out!" I yelled as loudly as I could. She removed the bra, catching me as I fell.

"What are you doing?" I asked with a mixture of surprise and panic.

"You're wrong that I won't get away with this, but Krista could find out... that is, if I leave you there."

"What do you mean?"

"It's too easy to hear you. I can't risk it," she said as she laid me back on the sofa, "but don't worry, I have a better idea."

She spun around and was already lowering herself back onto the couch before I figured out what she was planning. My body slid back between her ass cheeks. I felt her tighten them, squeezing me uncomfortably between. She stood up carefully, holding me between her ass cheeks by keeping her muscles tensed.

"Ok, say something else," she commanded.

"I'm sorry! I'll stay quiet." I yelled desperately.

"Mmmmmmm, perfect. I couldn't even tell what you were saying this time."

She reached back and grabbed me as she unclenched her ass. What was she planning?

I heard Krista walking up the stairs. "Anyone home?" She spoke loudly.

Tamara grabbed her panties, and dropped me into then. I felt so powerless. If only I could get under the couch, she wouldn't be able to reach me. I climbed to the edge of her panties, trying not to think wonder how clean they were. As I looked down, I realized it was too far to fall. I was trapped.

Tamara's smooth, freckled calf slid past me into one of the leg holes, then the other. She pulled the panties up. I watched in fear as her thighs slid past me, stretching the fabric. I tried to turn away, but it was hard to get a firm grip. I fell and rolled face up, just in time to watch her ass encompass me yet again.

My body was wedged tightly between her cheeks, held in by the tight fabric of her cotton panties. I still had some wiggle room since the fabric flexed some. I tried pushing the panties away enough to let me work way to the edge and slide out. I was starting to make progress when she pulled her tight shorts on, forcing me tighter into her ass and taking away any wiggle room I had. It was enough of a struggle just to breathe. I heard and felt her putting on her remaining clothing. It was only a second after Tamara stopped moving that I heard Krista enter the room.

"Oh, Tamara... What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I had a surprise for you, but something came up. I have to run!"

"Krista, help!" I yelled as loudly add I was able.

"What was that?" Krista asked.

Right then, Tamara farted. "Oh, Gosh. I'm so embarrassed!" She exclaimed. I was overwhelmed by the smell. I somehow felt that in addition to covering up my screams, she was punishing me.

"Tamara!" Krista scolded jokingly, laughing.

"Well, hey. Sorry to run out on you so abruptly!" Tamara already had the door open before Krista could say goodbye.

"Talk to you soon!" Krista called after.

Wait, where was she taking me? I suddenly realized that she had just absconded with me, and I had no idea why. Just to keep me quiet? Or was she planning something? As she walked, her ass cheeks kept rubbing back and forth over my body. Oh, God. By the amount she was walking, I realized she must have walked from her home since the weather was nice. She lived about one and a half miles away. It was a very short drive, but unfortunately close to a thirty minute walk.

I bounced around for what felt like forever, her ass muscles flexing noticeably as she walked. It was a hot day, and she was starting to get sweaty. Tamara's skin was gradually becoming slick with sweat, and I was starting to slip around more as she walked. The more I tried to climb out of her panties, the further I slipped downward as gravity got a hold of me.

I gradually found myself more and more wedged into the bottom of her panties. Thankfully, moving away from her ass. The downside is I was sliding somewhere else. I panicked, trying to pull myself back into her ass, but the bouncing as she walked made it impossible. My feet were almost brushing against her labia. Why could I never leave well enough alone?

I heard a door slam, and then another followed by a lock. Tamara stopped, and I felt her sliding down her shorts.

"Home sweet home."

She kicked her shorts away, and I was suddenly blinded by the light as her panties followed.

"Just think how much fun we can have in the privacy of my own bedroom."

"What are we doing here?" I asked in a panic.

"Hmmmm... I don't really know yet, and that's the appeal. It nothing else comes mind, there's always my ass again. I quite enjoyed that the last time."

"Please, not that again." I begged.

She lifted me out of panties. "Fine... in that case, I wonder how you taste."

"What? Taste?" I asked, confused.

She lifted me up to her supple lips. They glistened in the light from a combination of saliva and light pink lip gloss. Her tongue slid partially out and she licked her lips. I watched as they parted slightly, her tongue sliding partially out. With no warning, her large tongue slid wetly over my cheek.

"Oh, God," I exclaimed, "what the fuck are you doing?"

"Mmmmmm. You taste good." She ignored me. Her tongue licked my face again, this time not only straight on, but much slower." She turned me sideways, pulling my legs with her fingers so she was gripping me around my upper torso. I craned my neck to see my legs moving back toward her lips. I tried to kick my legs away, but she easily caught one of my legs between her soft lips. She pushed on my torso, sliding my leg into her mouth. I felt her tongue slide wetly over my leg.

"God, that's disgusting! Tamara!"

"Mmmmmmm," was Tamara's only response as she push my leg fully into her mouth. I felt her tongue sliding over my entire leg, up to my thigh as she began to suck on my leg. Her warm saliva washed over my leg. I tried kicking at her with my free leg, but she ignored me.

She pulled my leg slowly out of her mouth. "God, you taste delicious."

I couldn't tell if she was joking or not, but I worried she wasn't. She turned me back around, her fingers wrapped around my legs and lower torso, restraining my arms as well. I started in horror as her lips parted, revealing her white teeth. As I came closer, her teeth also parted as she fully opened her mouth. Her tongue slid partially out in anticipation as my head and then my upper torso passed her lips. She lowered me face first onto her tongue as her lips closed around my waist.

The light was cut off and I had difficulty breathing as her tongue slid over upper torso and saliva covered me. She pulled me in and out of her mouth, never quite all the way as she sucked on my upper torso. My legs were sticking out of her lips, and I kicked pointlessly. She released my legs, and I felt her sucking me deeper into her mouth. My legs slid in until only my feet poked out of her mouth.

Eventually, she pulled me out of her mouth. "I'd be tempted to swallow you whole, but then I wouldn't have you around any more," she laughed. "Well, I'd do it if I knew you'd come back out again!"

I hated to complain too much since this still seemed better than being used by Tamara to fuck herself in the ass. As she tilted her head back and lowered me headfirst back into her mouth, I started worrying again. What if she swallowed me? That would definitely be worse than getting trapped in her ass, right? My head was heading straight for the back of her throat. She pushed me past her uvula, and my head began to slip into her throat, then my shoulders. Her throat constricted a few time, and her tongue slid between my legs as it pulled me in. I screamed as my feet slipped out of Tamara's grasp and I began sliding uninhibited into her throat, with nothing to grab to stop myself.

Tamara's fingers reached into her mouth and grabbed my feet before it was too late. She started to pull me out, and then push me back in, and back out again. After a while she pulled me back out of her throat, continuing to play with me in her mouth, her tongue pushing me around. As she lifted her tongue up, I found myself slipping under.

It was so wet under her tongue, she seemed to be producing extra saliva since putting me in her mouth-a sign she was genuinely enjoying the way I tasted. Her tongue landed heavily on my upper body as she held me under her tongue. Her saliva continuously washed over me as she sucked. I was essentially pinned to the bottom of her mouth, my legs poking through her lips.

Eventually, she pulled me out through her closed lips, pulling some of her saliva off my body as she did. She laughed at my disoriented state; I was soaked in her saliva.

"Please," I sputtered, "let me go."

"I have a better idea... how about I don't."

"What can you you possibly do to humiliate me more than you already have?"

"Funny you should ask... I got a great idea from you on the way home." She grinned as she walked to her bed.

"From me?" I choked.

She climbed into the bed and lay against the wall. "Yep. You were trying so hard to get away from my pussy that of course it made me really want to feel you there." She said, biting her lip as she spread her knees.

I stared, wide-eyed. "You wouldn't."

She laughed. "Sara... you know very well I would." She gripped me tightly around the waist, pinning my arms to my side and slid her index finger behind my head and back."

I struggled to think of some way out-some compelling reason to give her to change her mind. However, watching her thighs grow larger as she conveyed me directly to her nether region was making it difficult to form coherent thoughts.

"Please, stop!" I begged to no avail as I reached her course, curly pubic hair. Her crotch was now all I could see as she guided me directly into her pussy. Her outer lips were slightly swollen with the arousal and anticipation.

She moaned as my head slipped through her outer lips. I was suddenly in darkness. I was still in shock and disbelief. She used my head to spread her lips as she pushed my shoulders through, followed shortly by my breasts. I abruptly found my face smashed between her inner and outer lips as she used my head to tease herself. My left shoulder rubbed against her inner lip, my right against her outer, and my face and breasts were somewhere in between. She twisted my body around as she used her own saliva from my body as lubricant. I felt so used-in more ways than one. As she rubbed my body back and forth over her inner lips, I started to notice I was sliding easier against her. A musky scent overtook my senses.

I gagged. She was still somewhat dry as she pulled me quickly back to her mouth. Before I could even manage to get my eyes back open, her warm mouth closed around my body. She pushed me waist deep into her mouth, her tongue sliding over my breasts and stomach and her saliva washing over me. She opened her mouth and pulled me back out. Parting her lips first this time, she pulled my torso out with a significant amount of saliva dripping down my body. I was completely drenched as she quickly slid my torso back between her legs. She rubbed herself roughly, spreading her saliva all over her pussy. Unfortunately for me, she was also getting wet all on her own. 

Her own natural lubrication was increasingly covering my face and chest as she used my body to spread her juices. There was a distinct smell and slickness that persisted much more than her saliva. I was becoming increasingly coated in a mixture of saliva and lubrication with more and more coming from her own arousal.

I was only able to catch the occasional breath of air, but each breath was overwhelming. She was all I could smell right now, and it was only going to get worse. It didn't help that my face was taking the worst of it. It was hard to follow what was going on because she was continuously rubbing me face first in her pussy. She was wet enough now that it was getting hard to breathe. My face was constantly being rubbed in her warm juices, my entire upper body was now fully coated. With my eyes closed, I couldn't help but focus on the strange sensations of her juices flowing over me, and my own body sliding over and being enveloped in the soft folds of flesh between her legs.

She was so wet now, and only getting wetter. Tamara's moans were reaching audible levels, only deepening my humiliation as she rubbed my face and shoulders repeatedly into her clit. She lifted my body away, only to swing me back face-first into her clit. It was extremely disorienting as she continued smacking my face into herself, moaning simultaneously with pleasure.

As she lifted me up, and rotated my body, I craned my neck downward.

"Mmmmmm... I feel so naughty," she giggled as she reached down and spread her lips revealing a small opening.

"Please," I begged, "Don't do this."

Without a word, she lowered me head first, pausing only when my head was pressed against her vagina.

"I beg you. I'll do anything," I pleaded.

She leveraged her grip on my body to apply a downward pressure. I felt the resistance of my body to enter hers in my neck as her vaginal opening began to stretch, encompassing my forehead.

"Tamar-Mmmmmph!" My head slipped fully into her vagina.

"Ooh!" she squealed, "this is so kinky."

She pushed harder on my legs as my shoulders reached her vaginal opening, twisting me back and forth. I felt my shoulders begin to slide into her, aided greatly by the slick lubrication which coated my body. Next, her warm, wet flesh enveloped my breasts. My body slid into her much easier now. Tamara released her grip on my arms as they slid inside her, followed by my thighs. I tried to kick free as Tamara's grip switched to my ankles, but my movements were already restricted by the fact my legs were already partially inside her. Her juices were spreading to my legs as they slid inside her body.

Just when my body was in her vagina up to my knees, she slowly tugged on my ankles pulling me out. I waited anxiously for oxygen as my neck slid out, but she had no plans to let me breathe. She pushed me eagerly back inside her, and then back out again. I couldn't believe it. She didn't just want to feel me in her pussy, she was using me to fuck herself like a common dildo.

She was beginning to pick up some speed, aided the ever increasing amount of lubrication coating my body. The speed and roughness with which she was thrusting me in and out was extraordinarily disorienting. She got a little carried away, allowing my head to pop wetly out. I was upside down and disoriented, but I could see from her face she was enjoying herself more than a little. Her other hand had been massaging her breasts, but I saw it sliding between her legs as my head disappeared back inside her.

She resumed fucking herself enthusiastically with my torso while her other hand furiously rubbed her clit. My lungs were burning from oxygen deprivation, and her moans were reaching a feverish pitch. She forced my body all the way into her vagina-my feet barely visible. She clenched get thighs together, holding me tightly as her body erupted in orgasm. Her muscles convulsed all around me, and a warm, sticky cum flooded over my face and body. 

I choked as the rest of my oxygen was cut off. As her cum filled my lungs, realized I was literally drowning in cum. I could feel myself drifting away.

To be continued...

*****

Thanks to my dedicated readers for being supportive as I build up to what I hope with be a worthy conclusion. I'm still trying to figure out what precisely it will look like, but I have a lot of ideas and love hearing yours.

I really do feel sometimes like I have no control over my own characters. They drive the story to places I never planned to take it, but I'm enjoying the journey and hope you are too.

Ever since the scene in the woods where Sara dreamt she had been shrunk and Tamara took advantage, I had been planning the follow-up in this chapter (although it got more involved than I'd planned). However, I was amused at the timing as I had just received an email from a reader requesting just such a scene right as I was about to start writing it. However, I'm much more motivated to elaborate on a scene if I know someone else is looking forward to it.

Anyway, that's it for chapter 6! Thanks again for reading, and keep the feedback coming!

P.S. Is there any interest in holiday related themes in the next chapter? I probably missed some good opportunities around Halloween, but I'd love to hear any winter or Christmas/holiday themed fetishes that you think would be a nice addition to a chapter!



Curious Girls Ch. 07-08



I awoke with a start. I couldn't believe how awful my nightmares had become. I had no idea what would have caused me to dream that Tamara, my younger sister's best friend would use me as a human dildo. I suspected it was a lot of latent fears coupled with what I'd witnessed my sister doing on top of me while she'd thought I was sound asleep. We'd fallen asleep together watching a movie, and I'd awoken to Krista masturbating while still laying partially top of me. However, I'd take that to being around Tamara any day. It was a good thing that the dream wasn't realistic; I suspected that if a similar situation ever occurred, Tamara would have no hesitation whatsoever about shoving me in whatever perverted holes she could think of.

Tamara's perverse pleasure from tormenting me seemed incapable of reaching a plateau. It was just getting worse each time she caught me alone, and I worried she would take things too far.

I rubbed my eyes and realized I'd fallen back asleep after watching my sister rub herself. I hadn't seen anything, thankfully, as her hand had been obscured in her clothing. But-oh, God-I'd just remembered that she'd accidentally wiped her hand on my arm before we'd both fallen back asleep. Actually, where had she gone? I decided to figure that out after I'd made my way to the kitchen and washed my arm. Krista stopped me two steps into the kitchen.

"Good morning, sleepyhead!" Krista was standing at the stove cooking what smelled like sausage and scrambled eggs. She was wearing short shorts and a tight tank with a towel on her head. I always felt a little jealous when I looked at her. At this particular moment, it was her long, toned, and tan legs which mocked me most. 

"Er... hi," I responded with surprise and mild panic.

"I made breakfast for you," Krista smiled. She was in an awfully peppy mood. I couldn't remember the last time she'd made breakfast. Perhaps she was still feeling good from her earlier *activity*. Either way, I still desperately wanted to wash my arm.

"That's so sweet," I replied, "but I was just about to go take a shower."

"Pssh! Shower later, food now!" She grinned.

"You bet... just let me go wash my hands," I tried again.

"Oh, you can use the sink here. I'm finished with it."

I hesitated but, seeing no way out, complied. I felt trapped, and I couldn't wash my arm without potentially making her suspicious. As far as I was concerned at that moment, Krista could never, ever know that I'd seen her masturbating. And she could especially never know that I'd sat by quietly and watched-watched as she wiped her-I couldn't bring myself to think the word. I'd done nothing as she touched herself and then touched me. I sat at the table reluctantly.

"What's the special occasion?" I inquired.

"No occasion! Just wanted to do something nice for you. I had to get up earlier to be ready for work anyway." That explained the towel.

I dug in as she served my plate. It wasn't a complex meal, but it was delicious. As I ate, I occasionally caught a whiff of something. It smelled different than the food, but I couldn't quite place it. As I finished eating, I realized the scent was coming from my arm. Oh, God. I was smelling my sister on my arm. I nearly vomited.

"That was delicious," I said hurriedly as I lost the rest of my appetite.

"Thanks," her smile disappeared as she checked the time, "Oops! I have to run!"

She darted upstairs to finish getting ready, and I made my way back to the sink and scrubbed my arm vigorously with soap. Just as I finished up, my cell phone rang.

"Hello?" I answered as I accepted the call.

"Sara? Where are you? You were supposed to be at work an hour ago."

Damn it. I'd completely forgotten. My mind was so preoccupied lately with everything going on that I'd barely given any thought to work. Even while there, I'd been thinking about what Tamara had done to me, or wondering whether she would be waiting for me when I left work.

"I'm so sorry. I've been having some personal issues, but I'll be in as soon as I can." I started to hurry upstairs.

"Don't worry about coming in today. In fact, I'm taking you off the schedule."

I relaxed. "I'm so glad you understand. When are you putting me back on?"

"Too be honest, I'm not sure."

"What are you talking about?"

The voice on the other end hesitated. "We've been getting complaints lately, and you've been noticeably distracted. We can't put you back until we know you can handle it."

"But..." I started to protest.

"Just take some time to work out whatever is affecting your performance and let me know in a month or two."

I sighed. They were right. "Wait, who complained about me?" I asked.

"I'm afraid we can't reveal any details about customer complaints, but suffice it to say she was very unhappy with how you treated her."

"Her? Was it a short red-head?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Look, without her permission, I really can't tell you anything more. I'm sorry."

The call ended shortly after. I hadn't been able to get any more details, but I knew. Tamara was sabotaging me. I'd basically just lost my job, but it was true I'd been distracted lately. I didn't blame them. I blamed her.

"See you tonight!" Krista darted out the door before I could respond.

As I stood there alone, I realized I had to talk to Tamara. Things couldn't continue like this. She was destroying my life. I picked my phone back up and dialed.

"Hello?" I heard a voice answer on the other end.

"Tamara? It's me, Sara. We need to talk."

"So...talk."

"Not on the phone. In person." I needed her to know how serious I was; I needed her to know I wasn't afraid of her-even if I didn't know that myself.

"When and where?"

"Now," I paused, thinking. "Somewhere public... Library?"

"You want to meet? Come to my house. I don't feel like going out."

"Y-your house?"

She laughed. "Don't worry, my mom will be here."

"Fine," I conceded, "I'll be there in thirty minutes?"

"See you then." The phone call disconnected.

I really, really hoped I wasn't making a mistake. I was about to walk into the proverbial lion's den. I just hoped I wouldn't end up in the lion's mouth. I had a flashback to my all too recent dream where I'd literally been in the mouth of the lion, aka Tamara. I shuddered as I remembered the nauseating realism of my dream. At least the unrealistic nature of the situation meant I didn't need to worry about something like that actually happening to me.

I did some basic getting ready and hopped into my car. The whole drive over, I kept praying I wasn't going to regret this. What if she thought I was secretly looking for an excuse to come over for more of her abuse? I sighed. Even standing in front her doorstep, I was having serious second thoughts. I'd been motivated after that phone call, but I was feeling less brave now. I couldn't bring myself to ring the doorbell. No. I'd just call her and tell her I changed my mind. I couldn't do this after all. As I was starting to turn, the door opened.

Tamara stood in the door. She was wearing black leggings and a tight t-shirt. Her red curls bounced as if she'd just had a blowout and her hair styled. She was wearing slightly heavier makeup than normal, but still natural looking. However, her green eyes popped. I'd never seen her look so beautiful, it caught me more off guard than I already was.

"T-Tamara," I stuttered.

"Don't look so surprised to see me," she laughed, "you're the one who came to my house."

I hesitated. Why was she so made up? It wasn't for me, was it? Could she really be into women after all? I started to panic.

"Can we make this fast? I've got a date in a little while I need to finish getting ready for."

"Date?" I asked, relieved.

"Yeah, that's why I wanted to meet here. Come on in."

I exhaled as I allowed myself to calm down. I followed her down the hall, but started to tense again as I realized she was leading me to her bedroom.

"So... um, where's your mom?" I asked, "I've never met her."

"Oh, she's around." Tamara opened her door for me. I was having second thoughts again, but I strengthened my resolve. Running wouldn't solve anything. At least, that's what I tried to convince myself as Tamara closed the door behind me.

"Look," I started, "I need to know what I can do to make this stop."

"Come again?" Tamara asked confused.

"This whole punishing me kick you're on. I know I've been a bitch to you, but I'm so sorry. I've more than lived up to your original punishment demands. Can't we just put this behind us?" I begged.

"I don't know..." Tamara hesitated.

"Please," I continued, "I'll do anything."

"I'll tell you what... if you can convince me here and now that you're truly sorry, I'll consider it."

I knew immediately what I had to do. What she wanted me to do. I would have done anything-that much I meant. I couldn't hesitate. I had to show her I was serious; I might not have another chance. I knelt down in front of her, and put my hands on her waist, spinning her around. I would show her how serious I was. 

I took a deep breath and slid down her leggings to reveal black, cotton panties stretched over her ass. I tried to push my dream out of my head as I slid my fingers into the elastic band of her panties and tugged them down. My face had been nestled between her butt cheeks so many times, and who knows how many hours, by now that this should have been easier. Her white ass came slowly into view as I pulled her panties all the way down. Even as I stared at her ass crack, knowing my face would soon be pressed into it, I hesitated. This had always been forced on me before. Doing it willingly was a different matter, but that's why it would show her I was serious.

I decided I needed to work up to it. I pressed my soft softly against her skin, literally kissing her ass. I continued alternating between kissing and licking every inch of her exposed skin until I knew I couldn't delay any longer. I gradually brought my lips closer with each kiss until I was staring between her cheeks. I reached up and gently bent her over and separated her cheeks. I began softly kissing my way toward her anus, dreading every minute of it.

I slid my tongue out along her butt crack, delaying the inevitable as I continued inching closer. Finally, I took the plunge and pressed my lips against her anus. She moaned softly as I did. I continued massaging her anus with my tongue as I forced myself to zone out as best I could. I tried my hardest not to think about what I was doing, and I continued for what felt like forever. I was afraid to be the one to stop if she wasn't ready for me to quit. I was determined to make this the last time I was in this situation with Tamara.

"Alright, I've got to finish getting ready now," she laughed after some time.

"So... we're even now?" I asked cautiously. 

"I'll have to get back to you on that. I was honestly just looking for a sincere apology, but I think you definitely surpassed my expectations," she laughed again.

I blushed. "What?! Why didn't you stop me?"

"Why would I? You were doing an amazing job." She grinned.

"I need to know," I begged, "I'm having nightmares constantly! I can't even close my eyes at night without seeing your ass."

"You mean to say you've been spending every night dreaming about my ass in your face?" She asked in surprise.

"And not just your ass." I remarked thoughtlessly.

"What do you mean?"

I hesitated. I'd said more than I'd meant to. "Nothing. Nevermind."

"No, tell me."

"Well, it's just that sometimes in my dreams, you... turn around."

"Oh," she frowned in confusion.

"Oh!" She exclaimed as her face turned red. At least that told me it wasn't a thought that had ever occurred to her. Perhaps that would help alleviate my nightmares.

"I... uh," she looked flustered. "I have to go." She hurriedly pulled up her clothes. "Show yourself out?"

I hesitated and then retreated from her room. I hadn't gotten a definite answer from her, but I hoped she now understood how badly I needed my life back. 

*****

I was afraid to even hope Tamara would take my plea seriously. But as several days went by without incident, I began to let myself think that perhaps, after everything, it was finally over. Days became weeks, weeks became a month. Even as snow arrived and temperatures dropped, my nightmares were starting to fade. I wasn't sure I'd ever recover from what Tamara had done to me, but it was a start. I was also making a conscious effort to avoid Tamara while simultaneously hanging out more with Krista. My hanging out with her was both to protect myself and keep her from Tamara. She didn't seem to mind the extra sister time, although I couldn't keep her away from Tamara all of the time.

Usually, it was me suggesting to Krista we not invite Tamara, but I also didn't want her getting suspicious. So, when she excitedly told me they were starting to run sleigh rides this coming weekend and invited me to join her, I was surprised when she didn't mention Tamara.

"No Tamara?" I asked, hoping my question didn't get interpreted as disappointment.

"Naw, I kinda thought it would be more fun with just the two of us. Plus... there's something I wanted to talk to you about."

It would have been better news if she'd told me instead that she and Tamara weren't friends anymore and that I'd never have to see her again, but her simply inviting me somewhere without her best friend was a start. Still, I couldn't help but wonder what she had on her mind.

The days went by quickly, and when I couldn't hang out with Krista, I tended to stay away from the house. I didn't want to give Tamara any reason to change her mind. I could tell Krista hadn't entirely bought the reason I gave her for leaving my job, but she didn't push.

Saturday soon arrived, and I found myself somewhat excited despite my curiosity and fear about what Krista wanted to talk about. I worried it was somehow related to Tamara or that maybe she knew something. I figured she would have come right out with it if it was anything like that, but it wasn't like her to schedule a private meeting with me either.

We both bundled up tightly. It was over an hour for the sleigh ride, and neither of us wanted to freeze. It was a late night ride through Christmas lights, and the sky was full of stars. It was beautiful. We cuddled under the blanket together, just enjoying the experience for twenty to thirty minutes. I'd completely forgotten that she had wanted to talk to me. After a long gap in the conversation, I defaulted back to one of my usual topics with her.

"So... any new guys in your life?"

She hesitated. "That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about?"

"What?!" I exclaimed with shock and excitement. "You have someone you're interested in? Who is he?"

"Well, it's more general than that..." she paused again. "Sara, you know I trust you more than anyone in the world."

I frowned in confusion. "Of course. I trust you too."

"Well, the thing is... I don't like boys." I misheard the emphasis in how she said it.

I gasped. "You like an older man?!"

"No," she hesitated again, "it's not that."

"I'm not following..."

"I'm gay, Sara."

The pronouncement hit me hard. "Wha-What?" I had no other words.

"I'm attracted to women." She needlessly clarified.

Part of me wanted to ask if she was joking, the other didn't want to risk offending her by doing so. I was floored. I had so many questions, and I couldn't seem to pick one.

"What? How? Since when?" Were the few I finally settled on.

"I've known for a while... I guess I was just afraid to admit it to myself, much less anyone else."

"So, you've never... have you ever..." I struggled to get the question out.

"No, I've never done... anything." She answered without my needing to ask.

"Not even...?"

"Nope. Not even." She laughed.

"Then," I paused, "how do you know?"

"The same way you do."

"I guess," I hesitated. "This is just going to take me some time to process."

"I completely understand. I just needed to tell someone."

"Wait, does this mean I've been asking the wrong question all this time?"

"Wrong question?" She asked.

"If there were any guys you liked! Are there any... women you're interested in?"

She blushed. "No, there's no one I like right now."

"There is!" I accused playfully. "You forget how well I know you, Krista! Is it someone I know?" Despite my shock at her revelation, I was getting caught up in the moment.

"No!" She paused before relenting. "...Yes?"

"Oh, my God!" I said excitedly. "Tell me about her."

"She's incredible. I could stare into her eyes forever, and when she smiles my heart skips a beat. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, yet she's self-conscious about her body. It's so cute." She smiled as she talked. I'd never seen her like this before.

"So," I pressed for information, "what is she self-conscious about?"

"The same thing every woman is," she laughed, "the size of her chest."

I started going through a mental list if everyone we both knew. It was a fairly short list. "Wait... it's not Tamara, is it?"

"No. Yes. I don't want to answer that." She hesitated. "I'm not ready to tell you just now."

She didn't have to answer. I knew the truth. Tamara was the only person we both knew that she could have been talking about.

"It's ok, you can tell me when you're ready... Does she know?"

"Oh, God no. I couldn't tell her. What if it destroyed our friendship? I'd be lost without her in my life. Besides... I'm pretty sure she's straight."

I hugged her. "I'm so sorry. Any woman... Anyone at all, man or woman would be so lucky to have you."

"Really?"

I continued trying to comfort her. "Absolutely! You're the full package. You're not only smart and witty, but you're so beautiful." She seemed to be feeling better with reassurance, so I continued. "If I was going to be gay, you'd be exactly the type of woman I'd be into."

"Ew!" She laughed, and I grinned back.

"Seriously, you're amazing. You'll find someone amazing too."

She hugged me. "Thanks. I'm glad you're so supportive."

I hugged her back. "I'm always here for you, Krista."

"So, if it were you in my shoes... would you say anything to her?" She inquired softly.

I was conflicted. The last thing I wanted was for Tamara and Krista to end up together. Part of the problem was I had no idea how the situation would play out. I knew there was a chance Tamara could be interested in women, but I could never tell Krista why I suspected that. However, she'd also mentioned the last time I'd spoken with her that she was about to go on a date with a man. If Krista and Tamara actually ended up together, it was possible I would never escape from Tamara's abuse. However, she *had* been leaving me alone lately. It seemed equally possible that having somewhere to direct her sexual feelings would all but guarantee she would leave me alone permanently. But if Tamara rejected her, it was likely their friendship would never be the same and possible they would stop hanging out as much. I felt a little guilty that I was considering answering her question based on my own self-interest.

I hated the thought of them together - to think of them kissing or being intimate. I shuddered. Still, if it made both me and Krista happy in the long run, I could pretend to be OK with it. The only outcome I liked less was if Krista's feelings were hurt from Tamara rejecting her. But wouldn't it be kinder on her if she didn't keep waiting for something that would never happen? When I thought of all possible outcomes, it still seemed like her telling Tamara was the best option for both of us.

"Sara?" Krista interrupted my thought process.

"I say... If it has a chance to make you happy, you should go for it. I know I'd rather risk living without someone in my life than miss out on a lifetime with the person who could be 'the one.'"




Curious Girls Ch. 07-08



"I just don't know. I think I'd die if I had to live without her in my life, but the thought of being... with her." She blushed as she trailed off. "Isn't there some way of finding out if she's even into women before I put myself out there?"

"Sometimes you just have to take a leap of faith." I advised.

"How did you get to be so wise in the ways of romance, yet you're still single?" She grinned.

"Hey now!" I laughed back.

"Seriously though, do you have any suggestions?"

"I don't know... keep an eye on her and see if she does anything to indicate she's open to the idea? Or try bringing it up casually to see if she's ever thought about it." I suggested.

"I mean, even if she did turn out to be interested, I've never even kissed before. What if I ended up scaring away my soul mate because I don't even know how to kiss?" She continued.

"Krista. Calm down. You're overthinking this. First of all, if she's your soul mate, she's not going to run away from a less than perfect kiss. And second, if she's your soul mate, every kiss will be perfect."

"I guess..."

"And besides, if you're really not confident, you could always find someone to practice with until you feel more comfortable. You could even use that as an excuse to kiss *her*. Let her know you haven't kissed before and ask if she would practice with you or teach you how. That way, you set the expectation that you're new to kissing and also get a chance to gauge any interest she could have in you. I don't know, I'm spitballing here... but it's something to think about"

"Yeah... maybe." She didn't look confident.

"Just try not to stress so much." I put my arm around her. "If it's meant to be, it'll happen."

The ride came to an end. I had forgotten about the sleigh driver, but it seemed he had headphones in and hadn't heard our conversation. The ride home was fairly quiet. I was still trying to process the big news, and she seemed content to sit in silence as well. I expected things to be a little awkward for the next few days, but we'd figure it out.

*****

Over the next few days, I'd started to get more used to the idea that my sister wasn't interested in men. However, it was hard to know she was hanging out with Tamara without having all kinds of random and uncomfortable thoughts. I'd left the house for the mall knowing Tamara was coming over, but I'd mostly sat at the fountain trying not to think about what they were doing. I knew it was probably silly to think anything unusual was happening, but I couldn't help wondering what I'd find if I came home early. It was for the best if I let them hit it off, at least that's what I kept trying to convince myself.

I waited a reasonable amount of time as I aimlessly wandered from store to store. Normally, I loved shopping, but I just couldn't seem to get into it today. Figuring Tamara should have gone home by now, I made my way back to house. However, the moment I opened the door, the voices I heard made it clear I'd come back prematurely. I tried to step back outside unseen, but found no such luck.

"Sara! You're home!" Krista yelled excitedly.

"Well, hey. I don't want to interrupt your fun..." I tried backing out the door.

"No, no, no!" Krista grabbed my arm. "Come play hide-and-seek with us!"

"I was just about to go hide." Tamara piped up.

"For real? Two person hide-and-seek?" They must have been bored.

"That's why we need you! Ooh, let's play Sardines!" Krista exclaimed excitedly.

I sighed. I knew I couldn't say no to Krista when she was this excited. "Fiiine. I'll play one round of Sardines with you guys."

"Yay! You're it!"

I didn't argue. They were already busy turning out all the lights.

"Ok, Sara, go hide and we'll count!"

I wandered away as they started counting loudly. Maybe I could find somewhere they wouldn't ever find me. Even better, perhaps Krista would find me and Tamara would eventually give up and go home. Actually, that wasn't such a bad idea. I really didn't want to end up trapped with Tamara.

I snuck quietly upstairs and into Krista's bedroom. I hoped she'd think to come here first. There was a small section in middle of her dresser with two doors. The doors hid a few shelves, but they easily pulled out. Krista and I used hide there together when we were younger, and I hoped she'd remember and come here quickly. I quickly pulled out the shelves and slid them under the bed.

I was able to lay mostly flat on my back with my knees bent. I used to be able to sit up inside, but there was no chance of that happening now. I lay there in the dark for a while before I heard someone else enter the room. A few moments later, the doors popped open. It was too dark to see much other than an outline.

"Krista?" I asked cautiously. Before she could reply, I heard someone walking in the hallway outside the bedroom door. "Quick! Get inside." I whispered urgently.

She climbed awkwardly inside. She had to climb on top of me to fit, her arms and legs straddled my body. She pulled the doors shut just before Tamara entered the bedroom. We heard her searching around room, but thankfully she didn't think to look where we were. Her footsteps faded as she went on to search elsewhere.

"That was close!" I whispered. "Sorry about the small space. I remembered it being bigger."

She didn't respond, but it was ok. It was better to stay quiet in this game. She was unfortunately in a less comfortable position. In her hurry to hide, she'd ended up the somewhat awkward position of being on her knees facing the opposite direction. As she tried to get comfortable, she ended up resting her jean covered ass directly on my face. I lay there awkwardly for a moment expecting her to realize and sit back up. However, she didn't budge. I was about to say something when I heard Tamara back in the hallway. We both froze. I could barely breathe with Krista's weight resting on head. My nose was pressed uncomfortably tight against her jean shorts. However, I suffered through it for next minute or two until the footsteps again faded away.

"Krista," I urgently whispered into her ass, "You're on my face."

She immediately sat up. "I'm so sorry, I thought that was your feet. I'm so embarrassed."

"It's OK. Don't worry about it."

"Here, scoot forward so I can sit behind your head," she whispered.

I was already close to the wall, but I lifted my knees so they were in the air, and Krista pushed on my shoulders until my own butt was partially up against the wall. It was definitely not a comfortable position, but I could adjust once she was sitting. There was something nagging at me that I couldn't put my finger on.

Krista began shifting around as she maneuvered into a sitting position. I felt her legs continuing to straddle my body as she shifted. I unexpectedly found the crotch of her jean shorts pressing into my face. What was she trying to do? However, rather than sitting back up, she did the exact opposite. Her weight pressed heavily against my face and nose in particular. She began shifting her weight back and forth, thrusting roughly against my face. The shorts were tight, and rubbed abrasively against my skin. 

I tried to ignore it, not wanting to make things awkward. However, I was having trouble breathing.

"Krista! What are doing?" I reached up to try and push her off my face. However, her hands grabbed my wrists as she continued grinding her jean-covered crotch against my mouth and nose.

That's when I realized what had been nagging me. When I'd seen Krista earlier, she hadn't been wearing shorts. I realized then that the voice had also seemed slightly off, but I'd attributed it to the whispering.

"Tamara?!" I exclaimed in muffled surprise.

"Got me!" She giggled. "I was going to see how long you'd believe it was Krista."

"That's not funny!"

"So, is this like your dreams?"

"What?!" I exclaimed, avoiding the question. "You're sick. Get the fuck off me!"

"Would it be more similar if I took my shorts off?"

"Tamara, Krista is right outside!" I protested, even as I heard her shorts unzip.

This was a new kind of nightmare. For all the times my face had been in her ass, I'd never been this close to her crotch. I'd never been in such an overtly sexual situation with her, and it was terrifying.

Suddenly, the light turned on and Tamara quickly scooted back right as the door opened. I was blinded by the sudden change in light, but I could still make out Krista standing over us.

"I thought I heard something!" Krista exclaimed.

"Krista, hi!" I exclaimed awkwardly.

"I can't believe you both managed to fit in here! I didn't even figure there was a point checking, but I was running out of hiding places. Guess I lost." I somehow felt I was instead the loser.

I sat up and climbed quickly out along with Tamara.

"Are you OK, Sara? You're out of breath?"

"What? No, yeah... I was holding my breath to try and stay quiet.

"And Tamara," she continued, "Why are your shorts unzipped?" Tamara looked very awkward.

"Um... my shorts were too tight for such a small hiding place. They just popped open on their own." She zipped then back up. Krista eyed both of us. I wasn't sure she believed us, but I didn't have a better excuse to offer her. "Your turn to hide this time, Krista?" Tamara asked, changing the question.

"No, I think I'm too tired now, and I think it's about time for dinner." Tamara took the hint and starting getting her stuff together.

"Well, it was fun!" Tamara exclaimed hugging Krista before she disappeared out the front door.

"What was going on in my bedroom?" Krista asked the moment Tamara's was out of sight.

"Nothing!" I protested. "It was just like was said. I chose too small of a hiding place."

"It didn't look like nothing," Krista said pointedly, "Her shorts were half undone."

"Krista, even if I was going to be into women, it certainly wouldn't be Tamara."

"Oh? Why not?"

"What?"

"Why wouldn't she be your type?" What could I say? I didn't want to say anything negative about Tamara if Krista liked her.

"I don't know. Just a guess." I shrugged it off, laughing.

"Sorry for overreacting. I do trust you.." Krista smiled. The last thing I wanted was for Krista to think I was involved with her crush.

Dinner came and went, and I soon found myself in bed. I wasn't quite as confident now that I could trust Tamara to keep her word. Nothing too horrible had happened, but I wasn't convinced she wouldn't have carried through with her threat. I suspected she was more likely having fun since I thought it was Krista. That was another thing. For a short time, I'd thought my face was under my sister. Even though it had turned out to be Tamara, I still somehow felt violated.

*****

The next couple of weeks were fairly uneventful, and I continued in my attempts at avoiding Tamara. However, Krista finally convinced me to go Christmas shopping with the two of them. I didn't figure much could go too wrong in such a crowded, public place. However, the more I spent time around Tamara and Krista, the less convinced I was that I could pretend to like Tamara for Krista's sake. I wasn't sure what I was thinking when I told Krista to go for it.

The mall was exceptionally crowded, but it was no surprise considering there were only a couple of weekends left before Christmas. The mall was designed in such a way that there were two floors, the upper with a large open area in the middle. As we wandered around the mall, we noticed two slides of some kind angling from one side of the second floor balcony to the other side of the first floor. It appeared that the slides exited into a fake snow-cushioned pit of some kind, leveling out and angling downward at the end. One slide angled somewhat gradually, and was fairly straight. The second had an upward curve in the middle and was a bit steeper in places. For slides, they were surprisingly narrow which piqued our curiosity even more.

We watched in fascination as shoppers were propelled out and slid across the floor until they stopped. It wasn't until we reached the second floor that we saw what it was people were doing. In honor of Christmas, the slide was set up at the top to look like a chimney which explained why the slide was so narrow. A nearby sign explained the rules. It was $20 to slide down the straightforward slide and $45 if you also wanted to slide down the steep, windy slide. However, the latter also entered you into a raffle for a new car.

"Ooh! Let's do it!" Krista squealed.

"I don't know... it seems a little expensive." I said hesitantly.

"It's for charity," Tamara pointed at a sign, "besides, it'll be fun."

"If we're going to do it, let's do it right!" Krista laughed. "Let's do the one with the raffle."

"You guys do it, I'll wait at the bottom." I waved them off.

"Are you sure?" Krista looked a little disappointed.

"It's not really my thing. I'd rather just sit back and watch."

Krista rolled her eyes. "You're such a wet blanket sometimes."

"I know, I know." I laughed. "Go. Have fun."

"You guys stay here, I'll get the forms!" Krista darted to the side.

"You should go," Tamara said out of the blue, "I'll give you the money."

I eyed her suspiciously. "Why would you do that?"

"Because you're going to put my name in the raffle."

"And... Why would I do that?"

"Because I really want that car... And I'll agree to the question you asked so nicely at my house a while back. No more punishment after today."

I stared in disbelief. Did she really mean that? Just then, Krista returned with forms.

"Sara's going to do the slide with us after all!" Tamara announced to Krista before I'd even had a chance to respond.

"Awesome! This will be fun!" Krista exclaimed excitedly.

We waited in line for about thirty minutes before reaching the slide. The whole time something nagged at me that I just couldn't seem to put my finger on.

"You first!" Tamara said to Krista. As Krista headed to slide opening, warning bells started sounding in my head. What was that Tamara had said? She'll stop punishing me after today? What about the rest of today?

"Wait!" I called out urgently to Krista. "Why doesn't Tamara should go first. I have something I want to say to you quickly."

"Sure," Krista smiled, "Works for me."

"But..." Tamara hesitated.

"Hurry up, Tamara!" Krista exclaimed, jokingly. "You're holding up the line!" Tamara looked as if she still wanted to argue, but relented. Her expression was enough to tell me I'd foiled whatever she'd been planning.

There was a timed light to space out the when the next person was allowed to enter the slide, and Tamara lay on her stomach waiting for her turn. Once the light changed, she disappeared down the slide. 

Krista looked at me. "What did you want to tell me?" I hadn't thought that far ahead. I struggled to come up with something on the spot.

"I... I just wanted to let you know how much it means to me... what you told me the other day. It means a lot that you trusted me enough to tell me that. And I just want to make sure you know I don't think any differently about you."

"I'm glad you took it so well. I've been afraid to tell you for a while now." She spoke quietly.

"Well, I-" Just then, the light turned green. "We can finish this later." I smiled at her.

"Looking forward to it." She smiled back as she disappeared down the slide.

After a few moments, the light changed again. I lowered myself into the chimney opening and let myself go. I started accelerating quickly down the slide. I heard what sounded like voices ahead. I pressed my shoes into the slide, increasing the friction and slowing myself somewhat. I quickly realized I could be barreling straight into another person. I pressed my feet into the slide harder, slowing quickly. I began to panic, afraid I wouldn't be able to slow in time.

I pressed my hands against the slide in front of me. It was somewhat painful, but I was more afraid of barrelling into another person at full speed. As I slowed and approached the upward portion of the slide, I could make out a pair of legs directly ahead which I assumed to be Krista's. I continued to slow, but braced myself for impact. Thankfully, I'd slowed enough that the upward portion of the slide slowed me the rest of the way. I found myself staring somewhat awkwardly up Krista's skirt, only a few inches from her.

"Krista? What the hell?!" I exclaimed.

"Sorry! Tamara got stuck." I could have made a mean comment, but I knew better.

"What happened?"

"Tamara got scared, and slowed herself too much to get up this part of the slide."

"Tamara got scared?" I laughed.

"Hey, it's not funny." Tama exclaimed.

"Anyway," Krista continued. "This slide is too narrow to get up easily, so we turned around so we can try to push ourselves up with our feet. We were actually trying to switch positions since I'm lighter, but there's just not enough room."

"And your head is still crushing my boobs." Tamara remarked loudly.

"Well, I can't scoot back now because Sara's in my way now."

"So... who's idea was it it switch positions?" I asked. It was the answer I expected.

"It was Tamara's idea. But so much for that, I guess." She *was* up to something. I knew it!

"Maybe I can help push." I offered.

"Ah! I'm slipping." Krista screamed, digging her heels into the sides of the slide ineffectively. "Tamara, you're pushing me down!"

"Sorry, I lost my grip!" Tamara replied.

I watched in horror as my sister slid toward me, legs open. She was too close to me, and the slide was too narrow, for her to put her feet between me and her, so she pushed them against the sides of the slide. I desperately reached out and caught her thighs in my hands, stopping her from sliding further.

"Whew, that was close!" I laughed awkwardly.

Just then, I felt fingers around my wrists. Before I could ask whose hands they were, they tugged and my hands slipped under Krista's thighs. Krista resumed sliding downward, but this time I wasn't able to stop her. That's when I realized what was going on. Tamara must have been upset about me ruining her plan to humiliate me, so she was going to humiliate me in another way. I had to tell Krista what was going on!

"Tama-MMMMMMMPH!!" I was too late. Just as I started to warn her, my face disappeared into her skirt and I found my face unexpectedly wedged into my sister's panties. I tried to pull away, but Tamara's grip tightened around my wrists, and she pulled harder.

"Oh my God! Sara, I'm so sorry! Oh, God!" Krista panicked. "I can't... Tamara, scoot up for crying out loud!"

"Mmmmmmmph!!" I protested into Krista's crotch. I was going to kill Tamara.

"Sorry... I'm stuck!" Tamara exclaimed. "You're on my legs, and your head is still smooshing my breasts!"

"Well, your big boobs are smooshing my head!" Krista exclaimed in irritation.

"Mmmmph!" I was having trouble breathing.

"God! I'm so sorry, Sara!" Krista exclaimed trying to push away. Something in her voice had changed. She was sounding more panicked than before. Something was wrong, but I couldn't put my finger on it. That's when I noticed something that every part of my brain was telling me was utterly impossible. Her panties were damp, and there was an unmistakable scent.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!!" I struggled desperately to pull away, but Tamara's grip was iron-clad. Why was Krista getting turned on? This was literally, the worst possible time. Was it my struggling that was causing it? That's when I realized. Of course she'd be getting turned on. She was practically stuck between Tamara's legs with her face nestled in Tamara's boobs. There was no way Tamara could realize my situation, but it didn't mean I didn't hate her even more for the situation she was forcing me into.

I continued trying to pull myself away, and I was actually making progress. Tamara's fingers started to slip off my wrists. Just then someone slammed into me from behind sending my face hard into Krista's crotch.




Curious Girls Ch. 07-08



"What the hell?!" I heard a male voice from behind me. I couldn't even breathe much less respond. 

Krista proceeded to explain to the man behind me what the situation was. He was sympathetic, although understandably annoyed. Three or four more explanations later, the slide was getting a bit crowded, and I was just barely able to breathe through my mouth against her panties. I was actually starting to get a little scared that I might suffocate.

Thankfully, someone finally either heard the screaming or noticed no one was coming out of the slide because they finally decided to investigate. Another thirty minutes later, they had disassembled the slide enough to start letting people out. The manager apologized profusely to each person as they exited, Krista and I avoided any and all eye contact as we made our way back to the car. The ride home was a blur. Tamara kept going on about who knows what, and neither Krista nor I said much of anything the entire ride home.

*****

A couple of weeks went by, and Krista and I were still mostly avoiding eye contact. I just didn't even know what to say to her. We'd gone from getting along better to entirely avoiding each other.

I lay in my room reading a romance novel, but mostly I was just avoiding going out. Nothing in my life made any sense any more. I was starting to wonder if I was better off never going out again. My melancholy thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. I ignored it hoping she'd go away, but after the third knock, I relented.

"It's open!" I yelled. Krista appeared in the door.

"Hey... um, I just wanted to let you know that Tamara is staying the night tonight." That caught my attention.

"Wait, what? Krista, I don't think that's appropriate."

"What?" She asked in surprise.

"I don't know... you having a sleepover with a woman after you told me you were into girls? It just doesn't seem right."

"Tamara and I have been friends forever! And I already told her she could come over. Besides, it's Christmas tomorrow and her family is going to be out of town."

"I... I don't know." I hesitated. "Fine, but we should talk about this afterward."

"Whatever, you're not my mother!" The room went silent and Krista's hand went to her mouth. "I'm so, so sorry! That wasn't called for. you've been amazing since Mom and Dad..." Her voice broke.

"No, don't cry!" I jumped up and hugged her. She hugged me back.

"...And I'm so sorry about what happened at the mall." Boy, was she jumping all over the place.

"No, don't be! It wasn't your fault at all!" I insisted. I figured she was hoping I hadn't noticed her arousal, and I was more than content to never, ever mention it. I was just happy it was all-sort of out in the open.

There was a knock at the door downstairs. Krista wiped her eyes. "That'll be Tamara."

"Alright, you go have fun. I'm going to finish up this book."

Krista disappeared and I heard talking from downstairs, but I tuned it out. I just prayed nothing more was happening between them. I knew I was probably overreacting, but ever since Krista had come out to me, I worried every time her and Tamara spent any time alone together.

After a few hours, I was just finishing up my book when there was a knock at my door.

"Come in!" I yelled. To my surprise, I found Tamara standing at my door holding a glass of water. She was wearing striped, candy cane pajamas, a red Santa Claus hat and dark red lipstick. It was actually quite a sexy look with her pale complexion, although I wasn't quite sure why she was wearing it at bedtime.

"Tamara?" I exclaimed in scared surprise. "What do you want?" I jumped to my feet.

"Oh, relax!" She laughed. "I just wanted to talk." She set the water on my night stand.

"Where's Krista?"

"She's in bed, but don't worry! No funny business."

"Like at the mall? Do you know what you put me through?" I asked her angrily.

"Sorry, it was funny!" She laughed. I fumed, but I didn't want to press too much. I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of knowing the full extent of what I'd suffered through. "Besides, you're the one who wanted me to go first. That's all on you." She grinned.

"Look, what are you doing here?" I demanded angrily.

"Look, the reason I came here was to ask you something." She paused. "Krista's been acting weird lately. Do you think... is it possible she has a crush on me?"

I almost choked. "What?"

"Is it possible Krista is into women?"

"Psssssh. N-no." I stammered. "I'd know if she was into women, trust me!"

"OK, just checking. I knew it was a silly question, but I had to ask. I'm sure it's nothing."

"Yeah, no... it's cool."

"Well, have a great night." Tamara said as she left the room.

I lay there a little confused. What had just happened? I glanced over and noticed Tamara had left her water on my night stand. I grabbed it to take it to her, then decided I just didn't care enough. I drank half the water and put the glass back on my night stand, turned out the light, and climbed into bed.

I wondered why I'd told Tamara so ardently that Krista wasn't into her. That would have been the perfect time to tell her. Well, no-not tell her. That wasn't my place, but I could have said something-

*****

I awoke feeling very groggy and confused. The light was on, and I could just make out a figure near the bed. Once my eyes focused a bit more, I could make out the red and white stripes of Tamara's pajamas and, if I wasn't mistaken, she was wearing a Santa Claus cap.

"Tamara?" I managed to whisper. What was wrong with me? I felt uncharacteristically groggy, and my eyes didn't want to focus. The whole room seemed to be spinning. 

"I'm so glad you're awake!" Tamara exclaimed.

"How did you get in here?"

"Shhhh. That's really not what you should be focusing on right now." Tamara whispered. I was so confused.

I was trying to form a coherent thought as she climbed into bed and straddled my chest. Even in my befuddled state, I knew this was where I was supposed to stop her. I attempted to push her off of my chest several times before I realized my arms weren't moving. I glanced down and immediately realized two things. First of all, my entire body was tightly restrained by some sort of plastic wrap which stretched from my feet all the way to my neck. And secondly, I was completely naked.

"W-What? I don't... huh?" My brain was having enough difficulty forming questions but, on top of that, nothing was making sense. Tamara reached down and grabbed something next to me and pulled a strap over my head.

"Just a little something I bought online." She grinned as she slid a red ball between my lips, pushing it in roughly as she tightened the strap.

"Mmmmph!" The ball slid against my tongue, making communication nearly impossible.

"You're really not going to enjoy this next part." Tamara laughed and bit her lower lip. Before I could even figure out what that statement could mean, her fingers stung my cheek - hard.

"Mmmmmmmmmph!" I squealed in a high, panicked pitch as she swung again. I had no idea what I'd done to upset her. I couldn't ask, and she wasn't volunteering the information.

She slapped me again, hitting me as hard as she ever had before-possibly harder. The blows kept coming, her hands alternating in random patterns making it difficult to anticipate. I struggled as hard as I was able, but I was helpless. She roughly grabbed my hair, holding my head in place as she continued to wail on me. My head screamed with pain, tears poured down. She finally stopped hitting me, grabbing my face between her hands.

"Sorry, got a little carried away." She giggled. "Is it weird that being mean to you really, really turns me on?" All I could do is stare with wide-eyed panic. I didn't like the way this conversation was going.

Suddenly, without warning, she pulled my hair roughly back and spat directly in my face. I just lay there trying to even cringe, but the gag made difficult. She proceeded to spit several times onto my gag, her warm saliva ran down the gag and along my lips before making it's way into my mouth.

"Mmmmmph." I protested. Her response was to scoot forward, locking my face between her knees. As she leaned over and pursed her full, red lips, she grabbed my face and pulled my right eye open. I panicked and tried to break free from the plastic, but neither my arms nor legs would budge. A large drop of saliva pooled on lips before falling directly into my eye.

"MMMMpppppph!!" I screamed in shock and panic. In response, she proceeded to pry my other lid open and spit in that eye too. She giggled.

"OK, I guess that means I did the job well. I had to be sure you couldn't escape." My eyes were still clamped shut in stinging pain. "It's just so hard to know when to stop when you're having so much fun."

Everything was spinning, but for a different reason from before. My head still hurt, and I couldn't open my eyes.

"So, I guess it's time to explain what we're both doing here." She ran her fingers along my cheek. "Do you remember that day at my house? You told me you'd dreamt of your face between my legs."

My eyes opened wide in terror. Where was she going with this?

She continued. "Well, I have to admit... I was really embarrassed. So much I couldn't even bring myself to think about it for days." OK, it was starting to sound a little better. "And all of the sudden I couldn't stop thinking about it."

"Mmmmmmph?!" I protested. It was suddenly sounding much worse.

She smiled. "I mean, I'd given it a brief thought once or twice before, but I figured it would be going too far. And then you told me you'd dreamt about it, and now I can't stop thinking about what your face would feel like between my legs."

I'd never felt so helpless. I couldn't move or speak. I was only now just able to get my eyes back open.

"Even right now," she continued caressing my face, "I'm getting so turned on just feeling your soft skin and thinking how's it's going to feel." Oh, God. She was talking as if it was already a done deal. What terrified me most was I wasn't sure it wasn't. "Look at me going on," she smiled, "we can continue this conversation once I'm more comfortable."

She scooted forward, and I found myself staring helplessly up at her cotton crotch. Despite my muffled protests, moments later I felt her weight bearing down on me. My nose dug uncomfortably into her pajama bottoms and the gag pressed harder into my mouth.

"I can only imagine what's going through your head right now." She mused as she ran her fingers through my hair and slowly, but firmly, moved her hips forward. 

The way she was sitting on me in soft, cotton, candy cane pajamas and a Santa Claus hat almost made the experience seem somewhat innocent. However, from the way she spoke to the firm (and increasingly confident) thrusting, there was a subtle but undeniable need that radiated from her.

"So, here's the funny thing." Tamara continued. "I was going to be nice to you-I really was. But you just had to drink the water."

I'd forgotten the water. Had she drugged me? It seemed a stretch, even for her. She'd never had any need to drug me before. From the disorientation to the way I'd been stripped and tied up, it was all that made sense.

"That water was for Krista."

"Mmmph-ta?" I tried to ask.

"Like I said, I was going be nice. Plus, I just thought it'd be fun to tell you that I'd raped your sister's face." She laughed. "But, I didn't want her to remember it, so I bought a little something online. But you just had to go and drink it." She pressed harder against my nose in an incredibly uncomfortable way, her pace increasing somewhat.

"Who am I to argue with fate? I came back to get the glass and you were just lying there unconscious. It was like the perfect Christmas present. I just had to wrap you up." She giggled.

If only Tamara knew she could go to Krista right now with no drugs or coercion. I couldn't even tell her she didn't need to do this to me. She could do everything she wanted and more with someone who would actually enjoy it. And here I was the one feeling like I was betraying Krista. I was almost in tears from her rough attempts to pleasure herself through two layers of clothing.

"I'm going to remove the gag now. It's getting in the way-plus, I want to make sure you also get the... full experience." The realization of what she was implying was horrific. She unfastened the gag, but paused before pulling it out. "Just so we're clear, I'm enjoying myself tonight with or without you. If you so much as step out of line, the gag goes back in and I'll have my way with Krista's face whether she remembers it or not... and I'll make sure you hear every second of it."

I briefly wondered if that would be such a bad alternative, but I knew I couldn't force this on her. She might love it, but she also might hate it. There was no way I could ever let Krista be raped by her best friend. The look in Tamara's eyes told me she was very serious. As Tamara slowly pulled the gag from mouth, I stretched my jaw.

"Am I allowed to talk?" I asked cautiously.

She laughed. "Hell if I care. Just don't be stupid about it. If you're going to talk though, feel free to beg. That always gets me wet." I didn't know how to respond.

"Please." I begged anyway, "There has be something else you want that I can do for you."

"Mmmm. No." She said simply as she continued thrusting into my mouth-and nose in particular. Her fingers slid up her body, settling on her chest.

"What about-that guy-you went on a-date with?" I managed to squeak out between thrusts.

She began groping her chest through her shirt, her large breasts showing their size and form through the fabric. If I didn't already know how big her breasts were, I would have had a good idea from watching her rub her chest through her pajamas. The buttons strained as she became more enthusiastic, her pale skin and freckles showing through the gaps in fabric between the buttons. I was

"You know, I thought about it." She moaned unfastening her shirt buttons one at a time. "I tried to just get past it, honestly. But I just couldn't stop thinking about it. So, I tried humping my pillow. I even thought about the guy I went on a date with as I did, but it didn't do anything for me. Especially thinking of rubbing myself on his rough facial hair... No thanks!"

Her shirt dropped to the floor, and she bit her lip. "But then I thought about your face as I humped my pillow... it was like night and day. The thought of your smooth, struggling face buried in my pussy. Oh, God!" She moaned as she pulled her bra free. Her large cargo swayed free, and I found myself staring at the underside of her full chest. I could barely even see Tamara's face poking out between her breasts, and when she leaned back her stomach and breasts were all I could see.

It was hypnotic the way those white, perky breasts swayed and bounced as she grinded on my face. Her hands continued to squeeze her soft flesh, barely able to handle her own chest. She ran her hands up her breasts, lifting them before letting them go. Her fingers caressed her nipples and her breathing quickened. Her long, red hair fell around her breasts, contrasting with her pale skin.

"Tamara! Fuck! Would yo-mmmmmph!" I was interrupted with a mouthful of crotch. "Tamara! Would you please stop and talk to me?!" I blurted urgently once she sat back up.

"Mmmmm. No. I don't think so." She stood up and slid her pajama bottoms down, her white legs slid into view, her pale thighs leading up to a small piece of fabric. She was losing far too much closing for my taste. "But feel free to keep trying to convince me while you're able." She grinned as she lowered her panty covered crotch onto my mouth.

"Oh, God. No!" I exclaimed in disgust. Her panties were noticeably damp, and I was beginning to notice an unmistakable, musky scent. "Get off!" I demanded.

"Oh, don't worry." She smiled playfully, "I fully intend to." She gripped my hair in her left hand while continuing to grope her naked chest with her right. She was getting into it now, her thighs rhythmically hammered my nose and mouth. There were impressions in her panties from where she'd used my nose to push the fabric up inside of her.

"Wait!" I gasped. "Why can't you just keep using your pillow and leave me out of this?"

"Why would I use my pillow when I can have the real thing? Besides, I need a new pillow."

"What? Didn't you buy a new pillow a couple of months ago when you were out with Krista? I distinctly remember her saying she needed one too..."

She looked a little embarrassed. "Yeah, but I got pretty rough with it. I got to point where I would have my way with it several times a day-I just need to feel the real thing once to get it out of my system for good." She slowed her thrusting, and began grinding slower, but harder.

"Tam-mmmph! Stop, please! It hur-mmmph!" She pressed hard at an upward angle against my nose. I squirmed, trying to get away from the pressure. However, every time I managed to pull away, moments later her damp crotch was back on my mouth and nose. She was leaving smaller and smaller gaps for me to protest as she got increasingly caught up. She was getting far too aggressive with my nose to the point where I worried she might cause injury. She was equally aggressive mashing her panty-covered crotch into my chin, but at least it wasn't quite as painful. It was mostly just disorienting having her slam herself repeatedly into my chin. It made it very difficult to focus. She eventually paused and stood back up.

I watched horror as she slid her panties down. "You know, the other thing about pillows is it's hard to go all the way. They feel nice, but they're too soft. Besides, it's so much kinkier to know that my first orgasm is going to be on your face."

"What?! Your first? This is something you should make special! It shouldn't be like this." I was running out of ideas to stop her.

"You really don't understand, do you? I'm not compromising. This is precisely what I want. I don't think you understand how badly I need this." She moaned. "And to be this close when I've been wanting this for so long? Trust me, this *is* happening. I'm through talking, but let me just make one thing clear." She knelt down and hovered above my face. "I may be new to this, but I've got all the time I need tonight to figure it out. However, there is one thing I can promise with absolute certainty. When I leave here, your face is going to be completely covered in my cum, and there is absolutely nothing you can do to stop that from happening."

Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. Tamara was now completely naked with the exception of the red Santa Claus hat still on her head. It matched her dark red lipstick, and with her pale skin and generous assets, she could have been a holiday glamor model. Yet, she seemed to desire nothing more than to humiliate me. Her red, curly pubic hair approached my mouth. Hidden within, I could make out her vaginal lips, swollen with anticipation.

"Oh, fuck! I can't believe I'm about to do this." She said excitedly.

"You can't make me lick you." I said, trying to be brave.

"Oooh."She squealed. "You've got a wonderfully naughty mind, but don't worry... I'm not expecting you too. I mean, you certainly *can*, but I'm not expecting it."

"You promised you were done punishing me!" I spouted angrily at her.

"What? You're so silly. I *am* done punishing you. This isn't a punishment. This is just me having fun." She laughed.

"Please!" I was almost in tears. "I don't deserve this."

She looked at me thoughtfully for a moment. "You're right."

"What? I am?" I asked in confusion.

"Then what-MMMMMPH!!" I squealed in panic as her hairy muff covered my mouth.

"You may not deserve this... but I do." She laughed wickedly. "If this is my Christmas present this year, I guess Santa decided I haven't been naughty enough this year."




Curious Girls Ch. 09



The cold air nipped at my skin as blasts of wind caused the snow to swirl around me. I found myself at the top of an isolated slope; the snow-covered trees were breathtaking. I shivered as I ran my hands up my body and and over my breasts, my nipples already hardening in response to the brisk air. Why was I always naked?

I heard the sound of snow crunching softly underfoot, and I spun around in surprise. Standing in front of me was an almost fully naked Tamara. Her full breasts swayed softly as she moved, her nipples equally erect. Tamara's skin seemed extra white, her freckles standing out more than usual against the snow. Were it not for the freckles which covered her body, she might have blended perfectly into the landscape. Her curly, red pubic hair stood out against her pale skin like red paint on a white canvas. She wore fur-lined snow boots which came up to her mid-calf and around her neck hung a regal cape which clung to her body in the wind. And to complete her ensemble, a tiara was nestled atop her head. Had it not been for her being otherwise naked, she would have almost looked like royalty.

"Tamara," I asked as she approached, "What are you wearing?" 

She quickly backhanded me. "You will not speak without permission," she said icily. Her eyes cut into me, and I found myself averting my gaze.

"I-I'm sorry, Tamara." I apologized instinctively.

She slapped me again, harder this time. "What did I just tell you?" She demanded. "And you're never to call me by my given name again. From now on, I'm to be addressed as 'Mistress.' Is that clear?" I kept silent, knowing punishment awaited if I spoke without her permission. She slapped me again, this time nearly knocking me to the ground. "Answer me when I ask you a question!" She demanded angrily. I was dumbfounded.

"Y-yes. It's clear." I cautiously responded. She lifted her hand to strike me again. "Mistress!" I added in a hurry. She lowered her hand.

"Good. Now, on your knees!" She barked. "Kneel before your queen."

I tried to resist, but my body moved as if it had a mind of its own. My knees pulled me to the ground, and I found myself staring directly between her legs.

"I bet you'd love to lick me, wouldn't you?" She loomed over me.

"Yes, Mistress." I found myself replying against my will.

"Well, you're in luck because I'd love to let you." She smiled.

I watched as my hands reached up to her hips and pulled her toward me. Despite my efforts to push the thoughts out of my head, all I could think about was sliding my fingers into her pubic hair and finding that hidden treasure. I felt a deep desire to push my face so deeply into her that her scent and her taste merged and became one. I was starting to get wet thinking about burying my tongue into her warm, wet folds and tasting her nectar. As my lips approached her body, I was abruptly struck down.

"I never gave you permission to touch my body!" Tamara chastised. I grimaced, expecting further punishment. "Besides, I said only that I'd love to feel your tongue, but I don't think you've earned that privilege yet."

"Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry, Mistress."

"As a punishment for being over-eager, I'm going to ride your face more literally today."

"Mistress?"

"Lie down." She commanded. Her very voice quelled my desire to tell her to go fuck herself. I felt intensely ashamed for my thoughts toward my goddess. I lay myself down on the ground knowing I deserved whatever punishment she gave me.

She was holding some sort of contraption now. Where did that come from? She slid some sort of metal-framed shoes on my feet, locking my feet together. The rest of the contraption slid up and locked above my knees. The device effectively locked my legs together and prevented me from bending my knees. She pulled a thin, but long, rope away. Each end was attached to an ankle, and it stretched to my neck. She tugged it, spinning me in the snow until my feet were pointing toward the steep slope.

"There," she grinned, "You'll make a very nice sled." She stepped over my head, and I found myself staring at her perfectly smooth, pale ass cheeks. I just couldn't get past how there were so many fewer freckles on her ass. I watched impatiently as she lowered herself. I couldn't wait for my face to be nestled into her perfect ass. It was where I belonged.

Somewhere in my mind, I wanted to throw my arms up and stop her, but instead, all I could do was lie there as she settled her weight onto my head. Her skin was icy cold. There wasn't any of the warmth I would have expected.

She pushed us both with her legs, and I felt gravity starting to take hold as we moved onto the slope. She lifted her legs and lay them across my body, every part of her skin was cold to the touch. Strangely enough, the snow itself wasn't that cold against my skin. As we picked up speed, she tugged on her reins to steer my body. Her cape fluttered in the wind, exposing her marvelous form.

The hill was very bumpy and, as a result, her ass bounced rapidly into my face. Occasionally, a big bump lifted her several inches into the air before landing heavily back on my head. I felt so disoriented, yet I still couldn't resist. Despite the discomfort and pain, I was still enjoying contributing to the enjoyment of my goddess. Maybe when we were done, she would let me lick her ass instead. I was starting to get turned on again.

We finally reached the bottom of the hill, and Tamara laughed in enjoyment. I expected her to sit up, but she didn't. She just kept laughing. I could feel myself fading due to the lack of oxygen, and I was loving every minute of it.

*****

I awoke to Tamara's ass hovering over my face. Definitely not something one wants to wake up to. I was momentarily confused, and then I remembered what had happened. Tamara had raped me. I doubted she saw it that way, but I certainly did. The rest of my memories were slowly coming back. After she'd used my face for her enjoyment, rather than leaving me to my humiliation, she'd taken the opportunity to pleasure herself another couple of times at my expense. My face was so drenched in her cum it was surreal.

Then I realized something else. I had woken up sexually aroused. Was that from my dream? The dream disgusted me now, but I remembered being so turned on in my dream. Even staring now at those inviting ass cheeks, I felt no sexual arousal, yet I couldn't shake the way I'd felt in my dream. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to think further on it just now.

"Tamara," I gasped. "Please... you've had your fun. Aren't three orgasms enough to satisfy you?"

"Four."

"What?" I asked, confused.

"Four orgasms," she laughed, "although the last was a bit naughty since you were still unconscious." She grinned.

"Tamara, please..."

She ignored me. "I was going to force your nose into my ass until I was ready to go again since that always turns me on but, now that you're awake, why don't you put your tongue to work on my breasts?"

"I'm not going to help turn you on, just to have you turn around and use my face again." I said pointedly.

"It's so cute the way you think you have a choice. You can either suck my nipples or you can suffocate under my ass, but after that you *will* give me another orgasm."

I knew she was right. "Fine, I'll... suck your nipples." It was hard to say, but I got it out.

She turned around and leaned over, her pert breasts seemed even larger hovering over me. It made me think about the first time she'd done anything like this to me. It didn't seem like so long ago that I was shocked and repulsed by the thought of her topless like this--the thought of her nipples in my mouth. Now, I eagerly welcomed the feel of her hard nipples between my lips--against my tongue. I welcomed it because it meant my face wasn't in her ass. No, that used to be the worst thing I thought could happen to me. Now, I would welcome her ass on my face if it meant my face wouldn't end up covered in her cum. It was all about perspective.

I licked away at her breasts, flicking her nipples with my tongue and and sucking her pink and somewhat large areolas into my mouth. At least this time, she didn't seem interested in torturing me or slapping me in the face with her breasts. The downside was she planning on shoving her wet pussy in my face again soon, and I was only helping to make things worse for myself. The worst part about sucking her nipples was her moaning. At least, that's what I thought until I noticed that her fingers were between her legs. Maybe she'd get carried away and realize she didn't need me. I could dream.

She really seemed to love having her breasts played with, and after what seemed like eternity, she gasped.

"Oh, God. You're getting better at that! I can't take it any more. I need to feel you." She pulled away and turned around.

"Tamara, what are you do--mmmmmmmph?" My face sank into her ass without any hesitation from her as she settled heavily onto my head. She leaned forward and began thrusting into my mouth. It hadn't before occurred to me how close my mouth had been to her pussy when she'd sat on my head in the past. She needed only to lean forward a little, and her pussy covered my nose and mouth.

The worst part was that my nose was still wedged up against her asshole, so she was simultaneously rubbing her ass on my nose and her crotch on my mouth. The only positive was not having to stare at her wet pussy as it repeatedly mashed into my face, but staring at her ass wasn't much better.

Part of me wanted to protest or struggle, but not only was it just tiring me out unnecessarily, I was pretty sure it just made her grind harder on my face. Additionally, between the blackmail material she had on me and her threats to dominate my sister instead if I didn't cooperate, it didn't give me much choice. So, I just lay there and took it. I just didn't know how much abuse one person should be expected to suffer through. I had no real sense of the passage of time, but it felt like like Tamara's pussy had been rubbing on my mouth for a couple of hours now from beginning to end--an eternity for something you're not enjoying. Unfortunately, Tamara seemed unaware of the passage of time. I couldn't even zone out and pretend I was somewhere else. The intensity of her grinding and thrusting coupled with having to struggle for every breath while not choking on her cum kept me very much in the moment.

I wondered how many men would have eagerly taken my place--or just stood there and watched. I was sure this would have been a sexy sight for most straight men, but I suspected none of them had ever had another man forcibly straddle them and force his big, hard cock down their throat. I amused myself thinking of the irony of such a situation while trying to distract myself from the never-ending assault on both my face and my dignity. Tamara stopped thrusting. I was a bit confused. She was obviously extremely aroused, yet I was sure she hadn't orgasmed.

"Fuck!" She gasped, out of breath, "I'm getting turned on too fast. No need to rush, right?" She laughed. After a moment, she began rubbing a bit slower on my face. However, It didn't last long as she gradually lost control to the pleasure my face was giving her and her intensity began to increase again. Just when I thought she was going to climax, she slowed again. This continued for some time with each slower interval getting shorter and each intense interval longer and more vigorous. I could tell things were escalating, and she would soon be lost in her rapture. Not only did Tamara have a strange compulsion to pleasure herself on my face, but she had to drag her pleasure out as long possible. It was just my luck. Unexpectedly, she came back reality and came to rest on my face.

I felt her pulling at the plastic wrap that was restraining me, but I was mostly focusing on the inability to get any oxygen while she was resting. Not being able to breathe while you're entire body is restrained is always a scary feeling. However, I was curious what she was doing. She seemed to be tearing holes in the plastic surrounding my breasts until she was able to pull my breasts through her holes in the plastic wrap. The cool air felt nice, but the reprieve was short-lived.

Tamara caressed my breasts with her hands, and I hated to admit how nice it felt. However, I suddenly felt sharp pains in both of my breasts as she dug her long nails into my skin.

"MMMMMMMMPH!!" I screamed in protest.

"Just want to make sure you're not enjoying yourself too much." She laughed. She gripped my breasts in her hands, using them as leverage as she resumed rubbing herself on my mouth and chin. "You call these breasts?" She mocked. "You made fun of mine for years--I wish I'd realized it was just your own jealousy. Still, as much as you made fun of my tits, you must have been really jealous. That's half of why I'm being so nice to you and giving you plenty of time lately to fully appreciate them up close. The other half? I'm not going to lie... it's little bit selfish on my part." She suddenly slapped my breast--hard!

"Mmmph!" I protested again. She continued slapping my breasts until my pale skin started turning a bright red.

"I can't believe you used to intimidate me," she sneered, "you're pathetic." Her words stung more than they should have. "And to think," she continued, "I used to think you were useless when all these years, but it turns out you do have a use after all--a purpose if you will--and that's to be my personal fuck toy."

Her bluntness stunned me. "I'm not a sex toy, here for your personal amusement." I retorted angrily.

"No? Then explain why your face fits so perfectly into my pussy." She demanded.

"What? That doesn't make any sense!" I protested, "And besides, you said you just needed this one time in order to get this out of your system!"

She laughed loudly. "I'm sorry, but the emphasis was on needing to get it out of my system. Unfortunately, after feeling how incredible you make me feel, it's *so* fucking far from being out of my system."

She began grinding more vigorously on my face again, making it difficult for me to continue the conversation. I struggled not to cry as she resumed slapping my breasts, alternating hands randomly so as not to lose her rhythm on my mouth. It scared me how difficult it was to get through to her once she reached a certain level of arousal. It was like she didn't hear a word I said, and it didn't seem like she was intentionally ignoring me. She was literally oblivious to anything but her own pleasure in the moment--and she'd reached that point.

Tamara's moaning reached an elevated pitch and her thrusting a feverish speed. I still couldn't believe how wet she got--easily two to three times more than I'd ever been. It just didn't seem possible. If I was going to be subjected to this intense humiliation, having my face drenched in her juices and cum was just adding insult to injury.

Her legs clenched in ecstasy, and I struggled to breathe as her weight settled onto my head. Her warm, thick, and sticky cum covered my lips and dripped down my chin onto my neck as she slowly became aware of the world again and the waves of pleasure shooting through her body subsided.

"Mmmmm... fuck yeah!" She moaned, "I'm definitely going to want to feel *that* again." She yawned. "I'm starting get a little tired. Maybe you should do the work for the next one."

"Next one? Please, Tamara. It's so late."

She sat back down, her pussy squished wetly on my mouth and nose.

"So, how about it? I've gone easy on you. It's your turn."

My eyes opened wide. "Mmmmmph!" I struggled pointlessly.

"Lick it or smother in it."

I shook my head enthusiastically. She moaned. "As nice as that feels, I'm *very* eager to feel your tongue." She ran her fingers through my hair. "Don't be shy. As amazing as I smell, I bet I'll taste even better."

"Fuck you!" I spat.

"Now you're getting it." She looked at me intensely.

I lay there stubbornly. There were limits to what I could do, and there was absolutely no way in hell my tongue was going near another woman's pussy. She sat up slightly waiting for an answer.

"No, Tamara. That's too far." I said with less conviction than I intended. "I can't. I'm straight."

She laughed. "So am I."

"What? You are?" I asked in confusion.

"Of course. Why would you think I wasn't?"

I was incredulous. "You *just* asked me to lick your pussy!"

"What does that have to do with anything? You don't have to be a lesbian to enjoy good head."

It was like talking at a brick wall. "But, as a straight woman, you wouldn't want to go down on another woman, right?"

She frowned in disgust. "What the hell is wrong with you? That's nasty!"

"Right, so put yourself in my shoes. Why would I want to lick you any more than you'd want to lick another woman?"

She looked confused again. "Nope. Not following at all."

"Ok," I paused in frustration, "Let me try this again."

"Uuuugggh!" She groaned, "I'm too horny for all this talk about licking pussies" She sat back on my mouth. "I'll be able to focus more on what you're saying once you stop talking about licking me and actually do it!"

I adamantly refused. I'd let myself be pushed far enough. If I caved and gave her what she wanted, there was no way she'd ever leave me alone. Not that I was convinced she ever would anyway.

"C'mon, just stick out your tongue, and I'll do all the work." She begged. Hardly an appealing offer. After a while, she sighed. "Maybe I'm trying to push you into this too fast. Maybe you need more time to get used to the idea."

She climbed off of my face. "Perhaps you just need to smell my scent for a while." She grabbed my legs and pulled me back toward the end of the bed, simultaneously pushing me onto my stomach. I didn't have to wait long to figure out what she was planning.

She climbed back to the head of the bed and lay with her legs on either side out my head over my back. She grabbed my hair firmly and lifted my head as she scooted under me. I could do nothing but watch as she lowered my face into her crotch. "There, now you can enjoy my scent for a while," she laughed. I tried holding my head up, it was impossible for very long. My only option ultimately was laying there with my face in her crotch. She kept her knees tightly enough together that I couldn't turn my head to the side.

She held my hair aggressively, using it to pull my face into her pussy. "Oh, fuck. I'm getting turned on again." She moaned, thrusting upward into my face with increasing force. My hair was long enough she was able to hold my face between her legs while lying back and thrusting upward. My face bounced up and down as her crotch smacked repeatedly into my face. This caused her thrusting to be somewhat imprecise, so sometimes she hit my face anywhere from my chin to forehead. Her thrusting knocked my head upward, only to have her immediately pull my face back down with a firm tug on my hair. Her pubic hair rubbed abrasively on my skin. It was very disorienting because sometimes my nose would slide directly into her slit and and the next time smack me wetly in the eye.

As she approached orgasm, her thrusting intensified as did her grip on my hair. The pain was intense, but I held back the tears. I wasn't about to give her the satisfaction. She pulled my hair roughly, forcing my nose into her wet slit. She sat up, and her hand gripped my hair close to my scalp. She began yanking my hair roughly side to side, rubbing my face in her pussy. She was so wet! I couldn't breathe. I realized using my nose to pleasure her clit.

As she climaxed, she wrapped her legs around my head and leaned forward. I felt her hand tighten its grip on the back of my head and held my head tightly against her crotch until her orgasm subsided. After a few moments, she collapsed back onto the bed. She sighed softly, finally appearing content. Her knees were still propped up making it impossible to turn my head away, so I simply lay there with my face buried between her legs, only lifting my head occasionally for air.




Curious Girls Ch. 09



As I listened to her breathing, I realized she'd fallen asleep, and I wasn't about to wake her. I'd lay there all night before I would wake her willingly. I feared waking her would renew her interest in pleasuring herself at my expense, so I just lay there. After a while my neck started getting tired, and I was being forced to lay face down in her crotch for increasingly longer periods of time. I was starting to worry I would have to wake her or risk suffocating when I discovered I could tip my head back so only my mouth was pressed into her crotch and my nose was just above. It was nestled deeply into her cum-drenched pubic hair, but at least I could breathe. The adrenaline and intensity of Tamara's assault had kept me awake to this point, but with the sudden lull, my eyelids were feeling heavy.

*****

"Sara! Wake up!" A loud voice awoke me followed by banging on my door. I struggled to make sense of the events. I felt so groggy.

"I-um..." I tried to respond. I was so tired, and my brain wasn't connecting the dots.

"You overslept!" The voice replied.

"Wha--?" I finally realized it was Krista at my door.

"Krista? What are you talking about?" I asked, still groggy. I rubbed my eyes. My head was pounding. My face hurt. Why did my face hurt?

"Yeah, it's time to open presents!" A new voice yelled through the door. I remembered it was Christmas day. I looked over at the clock. It was nearly eleven in the morning. Shit! I started to pull myself out of bed. Just then I realized who the new voice was. It was Tamara. My memories came slowly back. She'd drugged me! No wonder I felt so awful. Everything was mostly a big fuzzy question mark.

"Sara! Come on!" Krista persisted. I stumbled uneasily to my feet.

"Be right out!" I was feeling something awful, but I somehow managed to dress myself. I needed some time to recover. I felt nauseated, but I wasn't entirely sure why. My chest hurt to the touch, and my face was swollen and slightly damp. On top of that, My face felt crusty and kind of sticky. A strong, musky smell seemed to follow me. Had I been sweating in my sleep? My whole face was tender; I could barely touch my nose. "I'm just going to hop in the shower quickly." I yelled through the door.

"It's already so late, and I want to open presents!" Krista yelled back.

"Alright," I grumbled, "But you're making breakfast." I pulled myself together and opened the door.

"Are you OK?" Krista asked. "You look terrible."

"I feel terrible. I think I'm coming down with something, but maybe some food will make me feel better." I followed Krista and Tamara down the stairs. Something nagged at my mind, but I couldn't place it.

I ignored Krista's concerned looks as we exchanged gifts. Our gift exchanges were normally pretty straightforward, but this year Krista gave Tamara a gift as well.

"I'm sure Sara would have given you a gift too if she had known enough in advance you would be celebrating with us. She smiled. Krista was being kind. There was no way in hell I would have given Tamara anything.

Tamara smiled back. "Don't worry. Sara has already given me the best Christmas gift ever -- several times over, in fact." Tamara winked at me. Krista missed it, but still gave her a quizzical look. "She invited me to spend Christmas with her family." Tamara explained laughing.

I was very confused. Had I imagined the wink? I still felt like there was something I couldn't remember. We finished up opening presents, and I started to zone out as Krista and Tamara discussed the latest gossip. I barely noticed when Tamara pulled out her cell phone mid-sentence, typed something, and put it away--all without so much as a pause in her conversation with Krista. A few seconds later, I felt my own phone vibrate. I quietly pulled out my phone and read the text from Tamara:

"I can't wait until the next time my lips touch yours." 

I read the message a second time. What did it mean? I glanced at Tamara, but she was chatting away with Krista as if nothing had happened. Then something occurred to me. Was her text intended for Krista? Did that mean her and Krista had... No, I couldn't bring myself to think it. The thought of Krista and Tamara having sex with each other was too much for my brain to handle. Maybe they had just kissed? Wouldn't Krista have found a way to tell me?

We left the living room for the kitchen. Krista already had waffle mix prepared and within ten minutes we had fluffy and delicious waffles coming off the iron. It was almost enough to make me forget how miserable I was feeling. I hadn't realized until trying to eat, but even my lips were a little swollen. I couldn't help but thinking something had happened last night. I remembered Tamara had given me something, but everything else was a fuzzy blank. That text couldn't have been intended for me, could it?

Tamara suddenly dropped a knife on the floor. "Oops! I'm such a klutz." She laughed. "Sara, could you please get that for me? It fell near your side." I rolled my eyes. The only reason I was even entertaining her request was because Krista was sitting at the table with us.

"Sure, no problem." I faked a smile. I climbed under the table and found her knife. It was much closer to her side than mine. As I crawled over to it and picked it up, I received another text. I pulled it out and glanced at it. It read:

"See anything you like down there?"

What did that mean? I looked around and almost immediately realized that Tamara wasn't wearing any panties under her skirt. Her legs were spread wide, and there was little to be left to the imagination. I jumped backward, hitting my head hard against the table.

"Fuck!" I cried out.

"Sara! Language." Krista chastised. "Are you OK?"

"Uh... yeah. I'm fine." I crawled quickly out and avoided eye contact with Tamara. I didn't want to let her know she'd gotten to me, but it was hard to hide. Especially in light of the fact I was getting flashes of memory. Something about the situation was giving me a sense of deja vu. Throughout breakfast, Tamara kept staring intently at me. It was very unnerving. As we finished the waffles, Krista stood to make another batch.

"Do you have any more syrup?" Tamara asked as she finished the bottle.

"There's some in the pantry." Krista replied. As Tamara left to look for it, my phone buzzed again. It read: 

"I can't wait for tonight. I can't even look at you without having the desire to throw you on the table. If only your sister wasn't here..."

"I'll go help her." I volunteered, getting up before Krista could say anything. I practically ran to the pantry. I had to confront Tamara.

"Can't wait for tonight?" She grinned as she turned. I ignored her.

"Tamara, I don't know what is going on with you and Krista, but I want it to stop." I'd tried talking to Krista, apparently to no effect. This time I'd go straight to Tamara.

"What are you going on about?" She looked confused.

"Don't play dumb with me. I got your texts. The ones you meant for Krista."

She cocked her head. "You really don't remember, do you?"

"Remember what? How you drugged me last night?" I accused.

"No, what happened after I drugged you."

"I--no. It's all fuzzy right now." I replied, confused.

"Sara, those texts were meant for you. Why would I send those to Krista?"

"I--uh--what?" I was confused. "You meant them for me? But we never kissed."

"Kissed?"

"Your first text."

Tamara grinned. "Oh, we did kiss in a way."

"I don't understand."

"My lips did touch yours last night, but probably not the lips you're thinking of."

"Oh, God." My stomach sank.

"I can't believe you forgot!" She exclaimed. "By the way, I can still smell myself on your face from here, and it's really turning me on."

"B-But, that last text..." I stammered. "You were avoiding looking at Krista."

"Are you on that again? I wasn't avoiding Krista. I couldn't stop watching you."

"Me? Why?"

"You read the text. It's hard to even look at your face without getting wet. I can't stop fantasizing about what your nose will feel like inside of me again."

I felt sick to my stomach. I was starting to remember bits and pieces now. The details were still vague, but I remembered waking me up in the middle of the night. She drugged me and did... things to me. I had to confront her. I had to know what she'd done.

"What happened last night?" I asked, afraid of the answer.

"You gave me the most amazing orgasm. Well, orgasms. I lost count... it was--- six I think."

"No way." I denied, even as my memory fragments told me she wasn't lying.

"You were resistant at first, but then I couldn't stop you. Your tongue was magical."

"You mean I--I licked you?" I asked in disbelief.

"God, yes. You even told me that I was the most delicious thing you'd ever tasted. You said you couldn't wait to go down on me again. If we kissed last night, then I guess you French kissed me." She laughed.

"That's impossible..." I said in disbelief.

"In fact, we've got a couple minutes. I'll let you go down on me right now. I bet that'd be enough to remind you how much you loved it."

Had I really loved it? It seemed hard believe.

I reluctantly let her push me to my knees and guide my face under her skirt. Maybe I had loved it. There was one way to find out.

"No, you're lying!" My memory was coming back enough to be reasonably sure she hadn't violated my tongue. I pulled away. I had to draw lines somewhere. "I remember enough to know that's not true." I retorted.

She laughed. "Well, you would have loved it if you'd given in."

My memories were coming back faster now. "You... you raped me."

"Rape--is such a harsh word. Besides, you can't rape the willing." She laughed again.

"Willing?" I was starting to get angry. "You tied me to the bed and forced yourself on me."

"You liked it. You know you did." She laughed.

"Who does that, Tamara? What kind of person does that?"

"As much as you're obsessing about this, I'm starting to think you liked more than I even thought you did." Tamara winked. It was like we were having two different conversations.

"Obsessing doesn't mean I enjoyed it, Tamara!" I snapped. "Last night was the single most disgusting thing I have ever experienced. I don't even know how many hours I had to just lay there and watch you grind your--" I couldn't say it. "Do you know what it's like to be forced to have your face buried in... another woman... against your will?! You--you humped my face." I was getting heated. "And my face was so... wet." Oh God, those memories were coming back too. "So much cum on my face..." I trailed off. And so much still on my face. I realized with revulsion what I'd been smelling all morning, and why my face felt sticky when I woke up. I was in shock as I recalled everything she'd put me through. I felt dizzy.

"Methinks the lady doth protest too much." Tamara smiled. "Still, I like the way you describe it. It obviously made a big impression on you after all. I know I told you it was going to be a one-time indiscretion, but I think we've both realized we want it too much not to follow this wherever it goes." Tamara took a step toward me.

"What? No! What are you doi-" I protested as I stumbled backward on my knees and tried to climb to my feet. Tamara pushed me and I tumbled backward over a stool on the floor before falling flat on the ground.

Before I could react, Tamara's small frame was already on top of me. She pinned my arms expertly under her legs, and lifted her skirt to make sure it didn't get in the way. She let it fall around my head like a tent. I saw her already wet pussy descending toward my face as darkness enveloped me. She wasn't wasting any time!

Her warm, wet pussy enveloped my mouth. She was already incredibly wet and ready to go. She pulled my hair roughly as she humped my head with a new kind of urgency, not wasting any time. Her juices were beginning to pool around my lips and I pursed them tightly together. Tamara's breathing was getting hard, and it wasn't long before she was approaching orgasm. Suddenly, I heard the door open. I froze in panic as I heard Krista's voice.

"Sara? What's going on?"

To be continued...

*****

As always, thank you for reading! Your support is what motivates me. My life has gotten busier than ever lately which limits the time I have for writing. However, I'm committed to finishing this journey if you're committed to sticking it out with me! I'm always appreciative of your feedback and suggestions! If you've made a suggestion and it hasn't made it into the story yet, don't worry! I've got plenty more lined up for the next few chapters. The end, while not near, is in sight. 



Curious Girls Ch. 10-11



"Is everything OK in there?" Krista asked as she rounded the corner.

Despite all the times I'd been tempted to tell Krista about the secret, dark side of her best friend, this certainly wasn't how I wanted her to find out. I also wasn't sure how Tamara would respond if Krista discovered the horrible truth. It was entirely possible her ignorance was all that shielded her from Tamara's newly discovered and sociopathically sexual needs.

Tamara apparently felt the same way I did about keeping Krista in the dark. She leapt to her feet faster than I'd ever seen her move before. I practically knocked her down again as I quickly pulled myself up using one of the pantry shelves.

"What happened?" Krista asked.

I could barely focus my thoughts over the deafening pounding of my heart. Adrenaline pumped through my body causing my knees to feel weak, and the rest of the world melted away. Tamara answered before I could form a coherent response.

"Sara tripped over those cans on the floor." She motioned to some large cans of halved peaches we'd stashed on the floor umpteen months ago. "And I fell trying to catch her." 

"Oh, God!" Krista responded. "Are you both alright?"

"We're fine. No harm done! Right, Sara?"

My senses were slowly returning to normal. I realized they were both looking to me for confirmation.

"Uh... yeah, I'm good." I forced a smile. How much had Krista seen? It didn't seem possible that she'd seen nothing.

"You guys were gone for a while..."

"Yeah, sorry!" Tamara shrugged. "We were having trouble finding the syrup."

"Isn't that it right over there?" Krista asked, pointing to the shelf behind Tamara.

"Well, I'll be damned!" Tamara laughed. "It's amazing how easily you can miss something right in front of you."

I wondered if Tamara was intentionally poking at Krista's naive ignorance or if the irony in her comment was unintentional. Tamara grabbed the syrup from the shelf and walked past Krista as if everything was perfectly normal.

"Coming?" Krista asked me.

"Yeah... of course." I responded while following closely behind Tamara.

As we arrived back at the table, I knew there was no way I could sit at the table with Tamara right now. Every time I looked at her, all I could think about was her wet mound hovering over my face. It was certainly not very appetizing to say the least.

"You know, I'm not very hungry anymore... and I'm still not feeling well. I think I'm going to go lie down for a bit." I excused myself and quickly made my way upstairs.

Once I was out of sight, I practically ran to the bathroom and locked the door. I fell to the floor and, before I realized it, started sobbing uncontrollably. I was still in shock at what Tamara had done to me. She hadn't shown even the smallest shred of remorse. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Tamara had been unnervingly confident that what happened last night wasn't going to be an isolated event.

I was beginning to understand that Tamara wasn't used to being told 'no'. I felt more trapped and conflicted than ever before. I wanted so badly to tell Krista what was going on behind her back. Even if it didn't change anything, at least I would have her there when I needed the moral support. However, I was far too humiliated and, quite frankly, disgusted by what had happened. It was the ultimate violation, and the longer I went without telling anyone, the more ashamed I felt at the thought of admitting it to anyone what Tamara was doing to me. I was afraid I would be judged for not speaking up earlier. The fact was, I should have seen last night coming from a mile away. 

After I had let things go this far, was I the one at fault for unintentionally telling Tamara, through silence, that I was OK with what she was doing to me? Perhaps I'd been sending her mixed messages in some way, asking for what she'd done to me. After all, I had gone over to her house and licked her ass. It was out of desperation, but I'd done it all on my own. Was it so unreasonable that she'd think I was OK with that and more? This all started because I'd been a bitch to Tamara growing up. I wasn't about to deny that a part of me was still worried that maybe I really did deserve all the payback I was receiving.

At the same time, I was afraid to hurt Krista by causing her to think that her own sister was having a sordid love affair with her love interest, or cause her to unwillingly suffer the same fate at Tamara's hands. It would be hard enough to explain to Krista that I'd licked her best friend's ass without having to explain to her that I did so without Tamara even asking. I still couldn't shake that memory. I felt so ashamed of myself for what I had done, despite how necessary it had felt at the time.

In spite of everything, I knew I'd suffer through it all again if only to protect Krista. I broke down a second time as I noticed how awful I looked in the mirror. I realized with disgust that my face was still slightly wet from when Tamara had been on my face moments ago. I turned on the water to the shower and let it warm as I tore my clothes off.

The hot water stung my skin. The pain seemed worse now that I remembered the cause. My nose probably hurt the worst. I knew now it was not, in fact, from a developing cold but from the hours of aggressive humping I had to endure where my nose had been Tamara's primary plaything. I'd probably spent more than an hour over the evening just with Tamara's clitoris rubbing against my nose. She'd also not had any reservations about fucking it like a tiny dildo. I couldn't help but recall the sensations of my nose sliding in and out of her. She'd been unbelievably wet. And it was impossible to purge my mind of the squishing sound of her mound mashing against my face, or her strong, musky scent. However, the worst part was not being able to get away from any of it. I'd been completely at her mercy. It's hard to describe the way it feels to realize that no matter what you say or do, your face is about to be covered with another woman's cum. And then on top of that, to think you're finally about to be free only to have her proceed to smear her thick, sticky cum over your entire face as the entire process begins all over again. I was shaking with anger as I let myself get pulled into memories of last night. I needed to pull myself together.

My breasts were nearly as sore, but that was no surprise after the abuse they'd suffered. I would not have felt so scared if Tamara was just getting payback, and she was being sadistic in the process. No, what terrified me to know it was how she was getting her rocks off doing it. I remembered something else she'd told me last night. She'd had her very first orgasm while riding my face. I found that more than a little hard to believe. I was still a virgin myself, and I'd never even been kissed. Yet, despite my own naivety, I was no stranger to the occasional "self-indulgence." If that was genuinely her first time, I definitely didn't want to see what she would be like once she really got comfortable with her sexuality.

I let the water pour over my my face, washing Tamara's juices off my skin and out of my hair. I scrubbed my entire body, letting the suds cover my skin. I rubbed my breasts softly, squeezing them as I let myself get lost in the comforting warmth of the water. Despite how sensitive they were, the warm water felt nice. I bit my lip as I continued to caress my small, but perky breasts. I found myself wondering what it would be like to have a chest like Tamara. Despite everything, she was right about one thing; I was more than a little jealous of her chest.

I pushed thoughts of her ample bosom from my mind as I continued to massage my own breasts. My right hand drifted down my stomach and between my legs. Perhaps I'd feel better after relieving some tension. My fingers slid over my lips, teasing them. As I rubbed my chest, thoughts of Tamara's breasts popped unwillingly back into my head. Fuck. I couldn't get turned on thinking about those things. I forced my thoughts to Daniel, a guy I'd worked with until my recent "suspension" from my job, on whom I'd had a major crush. That did the trick. As I let my mind wander, I enjoyed the sensations my fingers were giving me. I was just glad I'd found a way to stop thinking about Tamara's chest.

I wondered what they'd look like covered in sudsy water. 'Damn it!' I swore to myself. The more I tried to focus on not thinking about them, the more I couldn't get them to stop popping into my head. I'd lost any sense of arousal I'd had, and it wasn't coming back as long as I couldn't control my own thoughts.

I remembered that I'd had no trouble whatsoever getting turned on in my dream last night, which was very bizarre. There was literally nothing about that dream that should have turned me on. I thought it over again in my mind. I'd been utterly powerless as Tamara told me what to do. Granted, I generally felt powerless around her these days, but I didn't even have the ability to say no. Not only that, but I remembered a desperate desire to taste her. The very thought now repulsed me. I was just glad that, in my dream, Tamara had stopped me.

'Damn it.' I swore under my breath as I gave up. I just couldn't enjoy myself when Tamara kept popping back into my mind. And even if I managed to focus my thoughts, I could still smell her scent on my face. That wasn't something I could tune out. I finally gave up trying to scrub her scent away and turned off the water. As I dried myself, I felt somewhat better, but I was extra tense after failing to achieve my own release. It just didn't seem fair that Tamara was able to have a million orgasms while simultaneously keeping me from having any, especially when she was nowhere to be found.

I dressed and put on some basic makeup. I looked a lot less disheveled now, but I still felt terrible. I just hoped no one else could smell Tamara's musky scent still on me as well as I could. I peeked out into the hallway. The coast was clear, so I darted into my bedroom. Despite the fact it was Christmas, I didn't want any more human contact today than necessary.

I fell back into my bed. I just lay there, unable to focus on anything. I tried to relax, but I didn't feel safe here. Not only that, but I didn't feel safe anywhere. Tamara had turned into a sex-crazed monster with an appetite for--me! I tried to remember how this had happened, but I wasn't sure anymore where the defining moment had been. I was startled by a knock at the door.

"Sara?" A voice asked through the door. It was Krista. I'd been terrified for a brief moment that Tamara was back. It occurred to me, I probably should have locked my door. Then again, it wasn't like it had ever kept out Tamara. The door opened slightly. "Can I come in?"

"Sure," I said reluctantly. "Where's Tamara?"

"She had to run to the store for a toothbrush. She apparently lost hers."

"Wait," I asked in alarm, "Why does she need a new toothbrush?"

"Oh, sorry. I guess I should have run it by you, but she's staying again tonight." 

Fuck! Why was Krista doing this to me?

"Why is she staying again?" I asked as calmly as I could. "I was hoping it'd just be us tonight."

"Well, I was going to send her home, but her parents are still out of town. She practically begged to stay over again. I didn't figure you'd mind."

"Can't you just tell her to suck it up and go home?" I begged.

"Sorry. I know I should've asked, but I can't send her home now. She was so excited."

I'll bet she was excited. I was very wary of Tamara's motives. She'd been interrupted in the pantry and, if I knew Tamara, she wouldn't rest until she'd finished what she started.

"Fine. Whatever. It's no problem." I responded casually. Inwardly, I was terrified.

"Hey... can I talk to you about something?" Krista asked somewhat awkwardly.

"Uh..." I hesitated. I was already worried what she was going to say. "Yeah... sure. You know you can talk to me about anything." I forced a smile.

"Is there something going on between you and Tamara?"

"Wha-?" I panicked. What did she know? "W-What do you mean?" I stuttered.

"I know we already talked about it, but I can't help feeling like things have been weird between you and Tamara. And earlier when I walked in on you two in the pantry..."

"What are you talking about?" My mouth was dry.

"Well, I only caught a glimpse, but it looked like Tamara was sitting on your... um..." She turned beet red. Damn. She'd seen more than I would have liked. How did I play this?

"My what?" I asked, buying time. Also, I wanted to confirm what she'd seen before I admitted anything to her.

"Your... head." She finally managed to say. Fuck. She'd seen after all. I thought as quickly as I could.

"Oh, um...yeah. Honestly? I tripped just like she said, and she stumbled trying to catch me and fell onto my head. It was so embarrassing and awkward that I we both just wanted to pretend it didn't happen, I guess. That's all."

"So... there's nothing going on between the two of you?"

"Like what?" I forced a laugh.

"You'd... you'd tell me if you were into girls too, right?"

"Krista!" I said in shock. "Of course I would, and there's no way I'd ever be into *Tamara*." I realized I should be careful how I phrased things around Krista. "I mean, not that there'd be anything wrong with liking her, I just wouldn't ever want to steal anyone you liked." Damn. I was sure I was just making things worse. I tried again. "...Not that I could ever steal anyone from you, but I wouldn't want to even try and compete." Krista raised her eyebrow in response to my flustered explanations.

"Relax." she laughed "I'm not mad or anything."

"I just didn't want you to get the wrong idea. That's all." I said, relieved.

"Well," she said, getting serious again, "I just wanted to make sure there wasn't anything going on between you two, because I was thinking about what we talked about the other day... and I think I'm going to ask Tamara if she'll practice kissing with me."

"Y-you are?" I was floored. I know I'd suggested to her that it was a good idea, but I was starting to re-think that stance. Tamara was out of control, and I wasn't entirely convinced she was straight. Even if Krista was willing or able to accommodate Tamara's monstrous sexual needs, the last thing I needed was Tamara having an excuse to hang around more often. Plus, the thought of them making out with each other... of Krista's lips touching Tamara's--it was nauseating. However, I didn't know what to say. What could I?

"That's... great." I hoped I was convincing.

"Anyway, wish me luck!" She smiled as she left my room.

I locked the door behind her and collapsed onto the bed. One more thing on my mind that I already didn't have the time or desire to think about. I pushed it out of my mind. I had more important things to ponder. If I'd let Tamara have her way with me in the pantry, perhaps she'd have been satiated. However, I knew that if she ended up in my room again tonight, it was going to be another long night. I lay there considering my options. I could potentially take the car out and either sleep in it, or I could wait until they'd both gone to sleep before returning to my room. I might have to explain myself to Krista if she caught me coming back in the morning, but that shouldn't be too hard. I could just say I'd gone out for some early morning errands. However, I couldn't help wondering if there was a better option--if only I could think of it.

*****

I awoke to a noise at my window. Damn it! I'd drifted off. I hadn't realized just how exhausted I'd been. I stumbled clumsily to my feet. Was Tamara trying to climb through the window? I lay in bed and quietly prayed that Tamara wasn't about to appear in my room. I knew I wouldn't be able to escape through the door without being seen. I debated trying to hide somewhere when the noise suddenly stopped. I waited in silence for a few moments before working up the courage to check the window.

There was no one there. It must have been the wind; I was sure I must be overreacting. Just then, I heard the sound of footsteps walking slowly up the stairs. I didn't know why anyone would be going up the stairs this late, but I didn't want to risk Tamara bursting in on me. I hurried over to the window and attempted to pull it open, but it was stuck. It opened a few inches and then just stopped. What the hell? The window used to open just fine. I jumped in fear when I heard someone trying to open my door. Shit! I swore silently. Krista would have knocked. That meant it was likely Tamara outside my door. 

At least the door was locked. Seeing how it wasn't possible to open either the door or the window at the moment, I should be safe. "Should" being the operative word. I stood motionless by the window. I decided to simply wait until Tamara gave up before risking making any noise by moving. Just then, I heard what sounded like a key sliding into the lock.

I scrambled to my closet as quickly and quietly as possible and climbed inside. I pulled the door almost all the way shut and pulled a blanket over myself just as the door silently opened. A bare leg slid through the open door, followed shortly by Tamara's surprisingly graceful form. How had she gotten ahold of a key to my door? Was that how she'd snuck in before when my door had been locked?

I watched as she moved silently toward my bed. I couldn't believe how lucky I'd been for once. Perhaps my luck was finally turning. I could have easily still been asleep. If I'd slept only a few seconds more, I would have been waking up in a most unpleasant way at this very moment. Not only that, but I'd potentially escaped an entire night of Tamara's sadistic torture.

Tamara stared at the bed for a while before cautiously pulling back the covers. Once she'd convinced herself I wasn't in the bed, she slowly turned and inspected the room. I stayed as quiet as I could while she looked around. I silently prayed she would give up soon and leave. Instead, she climbed quietly into my bed. What was she thinking? Was she going to wait there for me? I watched in confusion as she crawled over to my pillow on her knees and pulled it between her legs. She was still wearing her dress from earlier, and I suspected her bare mound was now nestled against my pillow.

I watched in horror as she began slowly, but deliberately, rubbing her crotch against my pillow. Oh, God. What was she doing? I hoped to God this the first time she'd done this. I was just thankful right now it was my pillow instead of my face between her legs. I could hear her slight moaning as I watched her thrusting against my pillow. It was a strange relief to be watching her gyrating from my closet instead of experiencing it up close and personal. Her breasts bounced in a hypnotically circular fashion as she humped my pillow.

After abusing the poor thing for what I guessed was about ten or fifteen minutes, she reached between her legs and began rubbing herself furiously. An involuntary gasp escaped her lips, and she bit her lower lip as she arched back. Her legs tightened on my pillow and she gripped it tightly. After a few moments, her legs relaxed, and she proceeded to rub herself deliberately back and forth over my pillow. She finally pulled the pillow out from between her legs and tossed it to the head of the bed. 

Just when I thought I was in the clear, I felt a sneeze coming. I clamped my hands over my mouth for my dear life. I didn't care if I blew out an eardrum, I was determined not to make a sound. I nearly lost it several times, but eventually the tickle went away. I sighed in relief and looked back through the crack in the door. Tamara was gone. I'd missed her leaving. I cautiously opened the door, looking around to make sure she was truly gone.

Either way, at least I now knew for certain now how she was getting into my room. I wondered if I was safe for the night. I could still leave the house, but I doubted she'd come back. Still, I'd hate to be proven wrong. I contemplated sleeping in my closet as a compromise. It wouldn't be the most comfortable by a long shot, but it was a better option than being caught unawares by Tamara. I made my way over to the bed to survey the "damage" when something caught my eye glistening in the moonlight. There was a silver, metallic object reflecting the light just on the other side of the window.




Curious Girls Ch. 10-11



I peered through the window and was shocked to discover that the object I'd seen reflecting the moonlight on the other side of the glass was, in fact, a small metal lock which was fastened to a latch. So, that was why I hadn't been able to get the window open! What surprised me more was there was also a latch on the inside with lock on it as well. I knew it could only have been Tamara's doing. I never expected she'd go to such lengths. How long had they been there? That's when I noticed something else. My own window lock was broken from the inside. I felt a cold sweat break out when I realized that meant Tamara would be able to climb in or out of my window whenever she desired, and I wouldn't be able to lock her out! It occurred to me just how trapped I would be in my room should Tamara show up. She now had a key to both my window and my door.

I didn't know what to do, but I couldn't stay in my room. I'd spend the night in the closet, then figure out what to do in the morning. I walked over to the bed and climbed partially in to inspect my pillow and see if it was still usable. I leaned close and a strong scent on my pillow overtook my senses. It was worse than I'd feared. My pillow was soaked. I'd have to throw the whole thing out. I looked closely, still incredulous that Tamara had just come into room and used my pillow to masturbate.

I suddenly heard a sound behind me, but before I could turn around, a hand gripped the back of my head and pushed down. I found myself unexpectedly diving face-first into my cum-soaked pillow.

"I thought you might be hiding somewhere." Tamara laughed as I struggled. 

She shifted her weight as she moved to straddle my torso, letting up on my head briefly. I took the opportunity to try and pull away, but she shoved my head back down. She held my head against the pillow until my struggling weakened from lack of oxygen. She finally released me as she shifted her weight. I lifted my head out of the pillow just as he ass landed on the back of my head. My face was immediately forced back into my pillow by her nearly full weight. She held my arms behind my back making struggling nearly impossible. She wiggled her ass, causing my face to rub against my pillow. I could barely breathe. Not like I wanted to breathe at that precise moment. Tamara's scent covered my pillow, and it was all I could smell. Tamara eventually sat up and turned around. I struggled to roll off the bed, but I was blocked by Tamara's knees on either side of me. She forced me face up, and pulled my arms under her legs.

"There, now... shall we finish what we started?" She smiled as she slid her fingers between her legs.

"Tamara," I begged, "Please... not again." 

She looked angry. "You're such an ungrateful bitch after I've been so nice to you lately."

"Nice? How have you been nice?" I spat back with irritation.

"Are you telling me you preferred your face in my ass?"

"W-what?" I stuttered. "Y-yes. I mean, no." I was caught off guard. I wasn't sure what answer I should give her.

"Perhaps you need a reminder." She grinned as she turned around. "But don't worry," she assured me as her ass came into view, "you haven't gotten out of giving me another orgasm... or six." She laughed, and I felt her calves tighten against my head. I knew what was coming. I also knew I couldn't stop it.

My oxygen was cut off as her ass swallowed my face. Her weight rested heavier on my head than usual with the pillow propping my head up. She giggled as she bounced on my head.

"I'd forgotten how satisfying it was to just feel your face in my ass. Just like old times, eh?"

"Mmmmmph!" I didn't know why I bothered protesting.

"And unfortunately for you, I've got a little surprise in store. You see, I'm having a little indigestion after eating so much Christmas dinner."

What did she mean by that? Unfortunately, I didn't have to wait long to find out. A long fart escaped her ass. It smelled awful. I tried to turn away, but my face was firmly trapped between her cheeks.

"Mmmmph!" I protested.

She ignored me. "You know, I'd normally be super embarrassed to fart in front of anyone, much less in someone's face. But it's different with you. It's somehow... fun." She laughed. "Besides, I need you to appreciate how much better it will be under my pussy." That was never going to happen. She was crazy. "Not only that," she continued, "But I'm sure my pussy has to taste *so* much better than my ass, and you've already licked that."

She tugged my hair roughly. "Perhaps I should make you decide here and now," She mused. "If you had spend every day for the rest of your life licking either my ass or my pussy, which would you choose?"

My life? That certainly wasn't happening. Still, I wondered about what she'd said. Her ass certainly did not taste good, and I did find it hard to believe the alternative would taste worse. So why was I so much more resistant? Perhaps it was just the principle. I couldn't bring myself to do that to another woman, especially when it would mean a humiliating admission of defeat. And it wasn't just taste I had to contend with. Now that I'd seen firsthand how incredibly wet she got, I certainly couldn't spend my life dealing with that.

"Answer me," she demanded. "Which would you rather lick every day for the rest of your life?"

"I'm not answering that," I said curtly. "You're sick."

She sat back onto my face.

"Answer me, or I'll fart in your face again." She threatened. I stayed silent. "Oh my God," she gasped, "You like this, don't you!"

A loud, but obviously forced fart followed shortly after.

"Maybe I'll just let you enjoy the smell for a while," she laughed. I was starting to run out of air when I realized she wasn't getting up.

"Tama-mmmph!" Her ass was effective at muffling my attempts to talk. She sat up slightly. "Please, I'll answer your question."

"Hmmmm, no thanks." Her weight settled back onto my head. "You can answer after I remind you what my ass tastes like."

"Tamara, please...

"Lick."

"Tamara..."

"Lick my ass... or my pussy. Those are your *only* options right now. Talking is not an option."

I sighed and finally relented. At least I knew what to expect when I was doing as she asked. I worried what she would do if I didn't comply. I shuddered as I felt my tongue slide between her cheeks.

"There's a good girl. Here, let me help." She spread her cheeks allowing easy access. A familiar taste entered my mouth as I slid my tongue over her asshole.

"Tamara, why are doing this to me?" I asked with resignation.

"I'm just trying to make you realize that you're doing this to yourself. We both know that eventually, your tongue *will* be in my pussy. If you'd just admit you want it already, you'd never have to lick my ass again." She laughed. "Well, I shouldn't make promises I can't keep. There's a good chance that'll never stop. But if it does, it'll only be because I can't stop fucking your tongue long enough to mix it up."

She really wasn't doing anything to convince me.

"Tamara, what if--" I hesitated. "What if I promise to lick your ass any time you want if you promise you'll stop trying to make me do... that."

My offer surprised even me, but I think I was more afraid than I was willing to admit. I was afraid she was right about the inevitability of me licking her. After all, I used to think I'd never licked her ass either.

"I have a better idea," she giggled. "But why don't you get your tongue back in my ass while I explain."

I hoped there was some agreement we could reach. Tamara hadn't been very compromising thus far. I cringed as I resumed tonguing her anus.

"It's like this..." She began to explain. However, I was shocked and disgusted when a long, loud fart escaped her ass while my tongue was still pressing against her asshole.

"Ug!" I cried in disgust. "What the hell?" 

She just laughed. "Sorry, I couldn't resist!" Tamara continued laughing as she lowered her ass onto my face. My mouth had still been open at the time from licking her ass, and it was forced wider as she pressed herself into my head. "Ooh," she exclaimed as she realized I couldn't close my mouth back, "That's a deliciously kinky position for you to be stuck in."

"Mmmmmph!" I couldn't so much as make an intelligible sound with my mouth being held open by her ass.

Another long, loud fart escaped her ass. I struggled, but her legs held me tightly.

"Damn," she giggled, "I can't believe I just farted into your mouth. How did you like that?"

"MMMMMPH!" I protested angrily.

"What's that? You want me to do it again?" My eyes widened as she wiggled her ass aggressively against my face, tightening the seal on my face. For a second time, I was forced to endure Tamara farting directly into my mouth. "Have you changed your mind yet?" She asked with mock sweetness. "If you have... say nothing."

"MMMMMMPH!!!" I screamed into her ass. I'd still take this over the alternative.

"That's a pity. But you should consider changing your mind before something accidentally happens that is going to embarrass the both of us." She warned sweetly, sitting up slightly to let me respond.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, worried where this was going.

She grinned as she pried my jaw back open and lowered her ass back into position. "Well, you see," she continued, "it just so happens that my asshole is directly over your mouth right now, and you can't do a thing to stop me. If I keep farting into your mouth, I might... accidentally put more than gas into your mouth."

What? She was crazy. There was no way.

"I ate an awful lot for dinner, and I *really* have to go to the bathroom."

"You wouldn't... " I managed to get out with my jaw half open.

"Well, I wouldn't do it on purpose, of course!" She exclaimed. "Well, now that I think about it, perhaps it would be the push you need to convince you to lick me. And... I did ask nicely." I couldn't tell if she was talking to to me or to herself.

"Mmmmmmmph!!!" I just needed to think for a minute, but she'd already resumed pressing her weight onto my mouth. I'd never expected her to do anything like this. I was pretty sure this would be worse than the alternative.

"Oops, here it comes." Tamara warned.

What? No! I'd lick her over this!

"It's coming out slowly, but I hope you're ready. There's going to be a lot of it." Tamara said.

I struggled, but there was nothing I could do. My mouth was stuck open against her asshole until she said otherwise. I couldn't even speak to tell her I would give in if only she'd stop.

"Here it comes. I hope you're prepared for it to go straight down your throat."

All I could do was lay there in fear, knowing there was nothing I could do to stop what was coming. Just when I was sure it would happen any moment, another fart blew into my mouth.

Tamara laughed as she sat up. "Got you."

"Wha?" I asked, confused.

"You really believed me, didn't you?"

"W-what? No! I knew you wouldn't," I lied.

"Really? Because even I wasn't sure." She grinned. "I did think about it, but I thought it might just be enough to show you there were worse alternatives. But don't think I won't really do it if you keep turning down my polite requests."

As relieved as I was, I didn't know how I felt. Now that the imminent threat was over, I felt less compelled to give in than I had a moment ago.

"You mentioned a compromise?" I asked hoarsely.

"Right! Here it is... why don't you lick my ass while your nose is in my pussy."

"What? Why would I want to do that?"

"Because you've admitted you like licking my ass, but--"

"I never said that!" I corrected.

"But I know you're scared you will like licking my pussy too much, and that would make you question your own sexuality."

"Wha-?" I was dumbfounded.

"I'm betting with your nose in my pussy, it'll make my ass taste the same way."

"Why would I want that?" I asked confused.

"Look, I understand you're scared and confused, so I'm trying to be patient with you. I'm convinced all you need is a tiny taste, and you'll realize you don't have to be afraid."

"Tamara, that's ridiculous. I can tell you with absolute certainty that I'm not afraid. I'm just not interested."

"And that's why you're making me do this. You're in denial."

"I'm not in denial!" I insisted as she simultaneously forced my mouth against her asshole and nose between her lips.

"Are you going to lick my ass or not?" My silence was answer enough. "Look, you can lick my ass or you can smother in my pussy."

I kicked and struggled, but it was obvious from her moaning that she was enjoying my struggling a bit too much. "Oh yeah, shake your head around! I don't know what you're trying to do, but keep doing it!"

It wasn't long before everything went black.

*****

I awoke in complete darkness. I could make out Tamara and Krista's voices, and they sounded close. However, I couldn't quite make out what they were saying. I seemed to be in a confined area--perhaps a closet?. I couldn't stand-up without hitting something above me. It seemed too low to be a ceiling. I felt my way along a nearby wall and crawled quietly toward their voices. How had I gotten here? I spent a few moments trying recollect, but I found myself more curious what Krista and Tamara were talking about. They became clearer as they got closer.

"Tamara, I'm glad you invited me over for a sleepover!" Krista said.

"Me too! It's been too long."

What? That meant I must be in Tamara's house. I was confused all over again.

"I have something I want to ask you." Krista sounded nervous.

"Sure, what's up?" I heard Tamara respond.

"Well, it's a little embarrassing, but... I don't know how to kiss."

"What?! You've never kissed anyone?" Tamara exclaimed in shock.

"No! I was too sheltered when I was younger, and I'm too nervous now."

"Damn!" Tamara exclaimed, "That sucks, but what was does that have to do with me?"

"Well... um," Krista hesitated. "I was wondering if you'd practice with me." I was shocked as I listened to the conversation, and from the awkward silence which followed, it seemed Tamara was too. "Sorry," Krista said quickly, "It was a dumb idea."

"No, no." Tamara interrupted, "I'm sorry. You just caught me by surprise. I'd love to practice kissing with you."

"Really?" Krista asked excitedly. "OK. Just... let me know when you have time to teach me."

"What's wrong with right now?" Tamara asked.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. As I crawled my way along the wall, I heard them both sitting on Tamara's bed. Everything was much too quiet for my taste. I strained to tell what was happening on the other side of the wall.

"Mmmm... that was nice." Krista sighed followed by an eternity of silence. 

Was that it? Were they done? I was in an intense state of suspense.

"Give me your tongue." I suddenly heard Tamara tell Krista. Shit. That meant they'd been kissing this entire time?

"All of it." Tamara clarified. I tried to picture what was going on, and then realized I didn't want to.

"What are you doing?" Krista asked in surprise.

"Sorry, I got a little carried away in the moment. Do you want me to move my hand?" There was a long pause.

"No." Krista responded shyly.

"Good. Because I want you to do the same to me."

"Y-you do?" I heard Krista stammer.

"Yes." There was a long silence.

"Mmmmm..." Tamara moaned, "That feels really nice." I could make out some scuffling sounds and squeaking on the bed.

"God, your breasts feel amazing against mine." Krista gasped.

What the hell? What was going on out there? I didn't like the way their "kissing practice" was sounding. I was beginning to feel very awkward. What was happening? And should I say something to let them know I was there? I just hoped the conversation sounded more awkward than it actually was.

"Want to kiss them?"

"Would... Would that be OK?" Krista asked shyly.

"It would be more than OK." 

"You have such beautiful breasts," Krista whispered.

"Fuck." Tamara moaned in pleasure, "You keep that up and you're going to be doing a lot more than that."

"F-further?" Krista stuttered. "What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean."

"I-I am not sure that I do." Krista said shyly.

"If you take care of me, I'll take care of you." There was another long pause.

Krista gasped. "You're so wet... is that from me?"

"Yep. That's how nice your lips feel on my chest."

"That's so... hot. It's just, I wouldn't know what to do."

There was a long silence. "Do you need more convincing?" Tamara asked. I couldn't make out what was going on.

"Oh, God." Krista moaned. "Just tell me what to do, and I'll do it!"

"I've got a toy you can use. It's in my night table, and I think you'll like it." 

That settled it, I had to say something and fast! The last thing I wanted was to end up being forced to listen to my little sister have sex with her best friend and my sworn nemesis. However, before I could speak up, I was jolted backward and fell to the floor as everything suddenly moved around me. A bright light flooded the area and as my eyes adjusted, I realized I was staring up at a very large Tamara, and an equally large Krista.

Their kissing was getting increasingly intense, and I was able to make out a lot of tongues going back and forth. They groped awkwardly at each other's clothes due to the fact neither seemed to want to stop kissing long enough to see what they were doing.

The moment I saw Krista's bra drop to the floor, I knew it was too late for me to say anything. I stared in stunned silence at Krista's chest. On one hand, I felt awkward staring at my own sister's breasts, but on the other, it was truly a magnificent sight. Her breasts weren't as large as Tamara's, but they were a respectable size and quite perky with a milky complexion.

Tamara rolled on top of Krista and pulled her own bra off with Krista's help. They were both now topless, and they pulled each other close as they locked lips. Their large breasts pressed against each other as they kissed and rolled on bed, each fighting to be on top.

Tamara reached blindly toward me, and I realized with a panic that I was in her night table. She refused to stop kissing my sister long enough to look where she was reaching, so I dove to the side of the drawer as her hand fumbled around in the drawer. She found an enormous dildo and pulled it out. I sighed with relief as I realized she wasn't looking for me.

It was mesmerizing in a horrific sort of way, watching their nearly naked bodies intermingle. They both seemed to be very much enjoying their "make-out session." I had nothing against women kissing. However, I did have something against Tamara kissing my sister. It just wasn't natural.

"Ooh! What is it? I wanna see." Krista exclaimed excitedly as she tried to look in the drawer.

"What? No. It's... a surprise." She said as she fumbled to close the drawer while still keeping Krista's attention on her. I realized she hadn't forgotten about me as I'd suspected. She was trying to keep me hidden from Krista. Despite the awkwardness, it would be a lot more awkward if things continued, and the fact that Tamara didn't want Krista to know I was in there made me want her to know all the more. I decided to take the risk.

"Krista," I l screamed, "I'm in here!"

Tamara looked panicked and tried to close the drawer quickly, toy in hand. I was abruptly back in complete darkness. "Wait, what was that?" Krista asked pointedly.

"What was what?" Tamara tried playing innocent.

"What was that in your drawer?"

"N-nothing." Tamara stuttered.

"Show me."

"It's nothing!" Tamara insisted.

"Then why won't you show me?"

This went back and forth for a bit until Tamara finally relented, and I was back in the light again as Tamara pulled the drawer back open.




Curious Girls Ch. 10-11



"That's what I thought!" Krista exclaimed. "Why is Sara in your drawer?! And why is she so small?"

"Well... I have no idea why she's so small. I just found her that way. As for why she's in my drawer..." Tamara blushed. "Would you believe I was keeping her safe?"

"No." Krista replied.

Tamara hesitated. "Krista, I'm really not sure you want to know the answer."

"Tell me."

"Well, for one, she tastes delicious. And I discovered she had some... naughty uses--I've kept her hidden in my drawer ever since."

"Naughty uses? What have you been doing with my sister?!"

"I'm too embarrassed to say." Tamara looked down nervously and then back up at Krista. "Why don't I show you instead?" Tamara grabbed me from the drawer.

"Tamara! She's my sister."

"C'mon," she urged, "just a taste." Tamara held me up so my legs were close to Krista's mouth.

"I don't know... it seems weird." Krista bit her lip while eyeing me.

"You know you want to."

Krista licked her lips, but was obviously reluctant.

"It's not going to hurt her." Tamara urged. "I'll tell you what. If you try it and don't like it. We'll let her go and forget this ever happened. No harm, no foul."

Krista hesitantly parted her lips and after a moment, I felt her supple lips close around my waist. Her saliva washed over me as her tongue slid over legs.

"Krista! Please help me." I gripped her wet lips with my hands and tried to pull free from my sister's mouth. "Tell her you don't like it!"

She looked like she was considering, or it at least looked like my pleas were making her uncomfortable. I had to keep trying. I thought I could convince her with a little work. Maybe she'd cave if I threw in a few tears. I distracted myself a moment trying to bring tears to eyes when I realized Tamara's mouth was moving in as well. Her lips parted as she moved closer. "Krista! Don--mmmmmmph!"

My protests were cut off as Tamara's lips closed around my torso and her saliva washed over me. I gagged and tried again.

"Krista, please! Tell her the truth! Tell her--mmmmmmph!" Tamara's tongue slid around my body as she let me fall under her tongue. Damn! She was trying to shut me up. She held me under her tongue making protesting impossible, her tongue sliding over my breasts and stomach. I pushed against her tongue with my hands and continued yelling so that Krista could hear me. In response, Tamara pulled her tongue back proceeded to use it to flick my head repeatedly. It was very disorienting the way her tongue kept smacking my head from different directions. Simultaneously, I could feel Krista's tongue sliding between my legs. 

I found myself unexpectedly pinned against the roof of Tamara's mouth. The pressure increased as saliva washed over me and I felt a suction pulling at my body. The next thing i knew, I was forced along Tamara's tongue as she sucked me through Krista's lips and entirely into her mouth.

"Hey!" Krista protested, and I felt Tamara fall backward onto the bed. I struggled not to let gravity pull me into her throat.

"So... what's the verdict?" Tamara asked awkwardly with me still in her mouth.

"Krista, please... just tell her the truth!" I choked as I pushed my head through Tamara's lips.

"Well, I do have to tell the truth, Tamara." Krista said slowly. "I was raised not to lie, and the honest-to-God truth is... she's the most delicious thing I've ever tasted."

"I know, right!?" Tamara giggled, sucking me back into her mouth.

Suddenly, Krista tongue slid through Tamara's lips and began probing her mouth. I tried to pull away, but after a few minutes of struggle, she managed to pin me against the top of Tamara's mouth and pull me upward between her own lips. She sucked on my head, pulling me entirely from Tamara's mouth into her's.

"No fair! Give her back." Tamara laughed.

"Open your mouth." Krista mumbled with some difficulty. Krista tongue pushed my legs through her lips, then slid back and shoved her tongue against my face as she pushed me legs first out of her mouth. My arms flailed wildly as I struggled to hang on. The next thing I knew, I was falling away from Krista's mouth. I glanced beneath me as I twisted in the air to see Tamara's open mouth and tongue waiting for me. I fell head first into Tamara's mouth, landing roughly on her tongue.

Tamara laughed. "Here, you can keep her."

"No, you keep her!" Krista insisted, laughing.

Tamara shifted and her lips parted slightly as she kissed Krista. Her tongue reached back and pushed me through her lips into Krista's mouth. Krista's tongue met me and tried to push me back. For what felt like eternity, they kept shoving me back and forth from one mouth to the other. Their tongues seemed locked in an endless battle to force me into the other's mouth.

Eventually, they pulled away, and Krista's fingers grabbed me and pulled me out of her mouth.

"So... " she grinned, "What else do you use her for?"

"I'll show you. Just hold her by the legs like this..." Tamara demonstrated.

"Please, Krista." I pleaded. "Don't do this!"

"I... I don't know." Krista hesitated again. "She doesn't seem like she's OK with this..."

"Don't worry so much! It's not like we're going to hurt her."

"I don't think I can do this..."

"Here, let's do this instead..." She grabbed the dildo and a container of floss from her night table. She pressed the end of the dildo against my back. "Hold her here."

Krista hesitantly held my body against the dildo as Tamara pulled the floss and used it to tie me firmly to the shaft of the disturbingly lifelike toy.

"See?" Tamara grinned. "Isn't that better? This should make it easier for you to think of her like I do."

"And how's that?"

"A sex toy."

Krista stared at her. "You don't mean you... you... with her?"

Tamara laughed again. "Yes. Very much with her. That... and more."

"You've done this with her before?"

"Yep," Tamara admitted. "Quite a few times, actually."

"And... it doesn't hurt her?"

"Nope. I'm pretty sure she'll even start liking it eventually."

Krista didn't look entirely convinced, but I could see she was thinking about it.

"Good. Now..." Tamara lay back on the bed and spread her legs. "I think you know what to do."

I watched in horror as I descended unwillingly toward Tamara's crotch in response to Krista lowering the dildo.

"Are you absolutely sure this is OK?"

"It's more than OK. I promise. I've had her in my pussy plenty of times and it's never been anything but amazing."

Krista looked a little uncomfortable, but continued moving the dildo toward Tamara. My vision of where I was going was mostly blocked as I hung from the bottom the toy. Tamara's ass came into view, and I could see she was still wearing panties. Which is why I was very confused when I heard the tip of the dildo sliding into her. That's when I noticed that Tamara was wearing crotchless panties. The dildo parted Tamara's already swollen lips and slowly disappeared inside of her. 

"Wait," Tamara said. "Turn her so she's facing upward."

"What? Why?"

"I've never done it with her this way before, and something tells me she'll be perfect at hitting my g-spot."

Krista twisted the dildo, and I found myself suddenly staring directly up at my naked sister. Her breasts hung over me, and I couldn't see Tamara anymore. However, I could hear the sound of the dildo sliding into Tamara getting closer.

"Krista," I begged as I struggled to break free, "Please don't do this."

She hesitated, and I saw Tamara's hand silently cover Krista's. Krista resisted for a moment before finally relenting and allowing Tamara's hand to guide her own; The dildo resumed its journey. A moment later, as I reached Tamara's curly pubic hair, Krista stopped.

"Wait," Krista said, "I need a minute."

"Shhhh... It's OK." Tamara whispered as she applied more pressure to her friend's hand. Krista relented again and continued to allow Tamara to slowly guide the dildo into her.

"Krista, pleas--mmmmph!" My protests were interrupted as Tamara's wet, swollen lips slid over my face.

"Fuck," Krista exclaimed, "I can't believe I'm doing this to my own sister." 

As my body disappeared into Tamara's soft, wet folds, I knew it wouldn't be long before my head reached her vaginal opening. She was already so wet that there was little resistance as the dildo entered her. However, she was tight enough that I didn't see how both the dildo and I could possibly fit inside her at the same time. As my head reached her opening, Krista pushed harder to try and force me inside. The pressure on my head became uncomfortable, but still Krista couldn't get me in. It wasn't until she began twisting the dildo slightly that I felt the warm, wetness of vagina stretch to envelop my forehead. Moments later, my head popped into her, followed shortly by my shoulders and then the rest of my body. The moment I entered her, I was already drenched in her juices.

I held my breath the best I could as the dildo carried me deeply into Tamara's vagina. As Krista began sliding the dildo in and out, I could hear Tamara moaning and urging Krista to fuck her faster and harder. Krista, urged on by moans of pleasure, met Tamara's request and then some. Everything was extraordinarily disorienting. Not only was I unable to breathe, but the back and forth motion was so fast it was making me dizzy. It was obvious that Krista wasn't too concerned about me in the heat of the moment.

Occasionally, she got carried away and let the dildo pop out of Tamara which gave me a chance for a quick breath. Unfortunately, that was all I had time for. I quickly found myself back inside her.

"Right there! Oh! Fuuuck!"

Tamara's moans escalated to screams of ecstasy. I was wedged so tightly inside of her that I was fully aware from the spasming of her muscles all around me that she was not only orgasming, but she was having quite an intense one at that. However, I hardly needed to feel her body tensing to know she was in the throes of intense pleasure. I didn't even need the loud squealing. The surest sign, and also the one I could have most done without, was the faceful of Tamara's hot, sticky cum. I gagged as it flooded over my body. Krista continued thrusting for a few more moments as the cum continued to pour out of Tamara. Krista finally slowed her thrusting and pulled the dildo out as Tamara's pleasure subsided.

Even Krista was out of breath. "That was intense."

"You're telling me," Tamara laughed.

"I feel a little guilty for making Sara go through that... I mean, look at her... she's drenched."

"I bet you won't feel so guilty if you get to feel what I felt," Tamara urged as she took the toy from Krista's hand.

"My sister? Inside of me? I just don't know."

"Please..." I sputtered. I could barely breathe with the overwhelming scent of Tamara's juices flooding my nose. They ignored me.

Tamara pushed my sister onto the bed and slid her panties off. She lowered me toward my own sister's vagina, and I watched in horror as the tip of the dildo slid between her vaginal lips. I couldn't go inside my sister, I couldn't! That was too wrong on too many levels.

"Wait!" Krista said decidedly. "As hot as that sounds, I'd rather feel you between my legs."

"Oh?" Tamara grinned. "I'm a bit surprised to hear you say that, but... I think it could be arranged."

"What do we do with Sara?" Krista asked. "I feel awkward with her just watching us."

"Hmmmmm... I think I have an idea, but I'm not sure you'll go for it."

"I'm so turned on right now, I'd go for almost anything that got you between my legs."

Tamara picked up the dildo. "Here, let me show you my idea."

Suddenly, I was flying through air, and between being upside down and Tamara's cum still stinging my eyes, I couldn't follow what was happening.

"No! You wouldn't do that to my sister!" Krista said in shock.

"Do you want to stop?" Tamara asked.

Krista paused for a moment before responding quietly. "No."

I was staring at ceiling, but I could sense the dildo was sliding with resistance into another orifice. It soon became clear as the firm, smooth skin of Tamara's ass cheeks entered my peripheral vision. Why was my sister doing this to me?

As I slid further into her cheeks, I felt her skin pressing against mine. The dildo was obviously going in with some difficulty, but Tamara's slick cum was an effective lubricant.

"Krista, please don't do this. It's so disgusting!" I begged, even as I felt my head pressing against Tamara's anal opening. Krista had obviously gotten more comfortable, because there was no hesitation this time. It seemed she was very determined to force me inside; the pressure against my head was becoming very uncomfortable.

"Krista, what did I ever do to you to deserve this?" I tried once more.

"I'm not Krista." I heard Tamara's voice. I craned my neck and looked closer. I realized with surprise that the hand holding the dildo was covered with too many freckles to be Krista's hand. That's when I realized that I could make out a form through the small opening in the ass cheeks, and it wasn't Krista's.

"Wait... " I said with confusion. My mind was having difficulty processing this new information. "If you're Tamara, then that mean--MMMMMMPH!"

Before I could finish my sentence, my head slid reluctantly into what I now realized was, in fact, not Tamara's ass. 

"So, Krista... how does it feel to have your sister's head literally up your ass?" Tamara laughed.

"God, it's so naughty, and I feel like such an awful person saying this... but, it's turning me on something awful. I can feel her head inside of me!"

Tamara giggled. "And you're about to feel something else inside you."

"Oh, God! Your tongue feels incredible."

I couldn't see anything that was happening, and I was mostly OK with that. Mostly because it was more pressing that I had my head, quite literally, in my own sister's ass. That said, I wasn't entirely sure it was worse than watching Tamara use her tongue to pleasure my sister. As my shoulders slipped in, I was, not so gently, reminded that the choice wasn't up to me.

I heard Krista gasp. "Fuck! That feels nice."

The rest of my body slid in easier now, but Krista's ass was so tight. It was impressive that Tamara was able to force me in at all. However, Tamara was nothing if not relentless in her desire to humiliate me, and if she had a chance to shove me inside my sister's ass she'd certainly find a way.

"Which would you rather feel inside of you," Tamara teased, "My finger or my tongue?"

My feet disappeared through Krista's anal sphincter. My entire body was now inside her and being carried ever deeper as Tamara continued to slide the dildo into Krista.

Krista moaned. "Oh God, I don't care what you put inside me, but that tongue of yours had better not be going anywhere other than my clit."

The dildo slid slowly in and out of Krista, but Tamara was very deliberate in her motions. There was no slipping out on Tamara's watch, and that meant no breaths of air. I struggled as hard as I could to break free as my lungs started to burn. The dildo carried me far deeper into her ass than I'd even been in Tamara's.

"FUUUUCK!" I heard my sister scream.

It was obvious that Tamara knew what she was doing. Even as I found myself beginning to black out, I was somewhat grateful that I didn't have to deal with Krista's orgasm in the same manner I'd had to deal with Tamara's. That would have been too much. 

Suddenly, as Tamara picked up the pace of her thrusting, the string that was holding me firmly against the dildo snapped. I tried to hold onto the dildo as it pulled away, but I wasn't able to grab it in time. On the next thrust, the sex toy hit me forcefully in the face and shoved me deeper into Krista's ass.

I could just faintly hear the sound of Krista orgasming as Tamara slowly pulled the dildo out.

"Where's Sara?"

"Oops... I guess she came loose."

"What do we do?"

"Don't worry... she'll come out soon enough." I could hear the sounds of giggling and laughter, and then I blacked out.

To be continued...

*****

I hope you enjoyed chapters 10 and 11 of the "Curious Girls" anthology! It wasn't supposed to be a two-parter, but I had a harder time than usual finishing chapter 10. Work and life have kept me unusually busy, and I just couldn't seem to get the chapter to feel right. Before I knew it, nearly two months blew by. I worked extra hard to turn this into two chapters to make up for everyone having to wait so long, so I hope it was worth the wait. I'm expecting events to start developing quickly for Sara as the story unfolds over the next few chapters!

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Curious Girls Ch. 12



I awoke to the wet smacking of Tamara's mound thrusting rhythmically against my face. I'd apparently been unconscious for any sort of foreplay because she was already in full swing. Her fingers intertwined with my hair as she mashed her clitoris against my nose with a fiery intensity. Her need and desire showed clearly on her face as she moaned, biting her lip in anticipation of the waves of pleasure about to shoot through her body.

"Sara?" Krista's voice was unexpectedly at my door. Tamara paused in mid-thrust. She was clearly only seconds from achieving release. She looked momentarily conflicted.

"Damn it!" She whispered, quickly resuming with renewed vigor. She was obviously determined to finish quickly before letting me reply to Krista.

"Sara. Are you awake?" Krista asked louder. Tamara was obviously having trouble finishing up with the panic of the moment and the repeated distractions.

"Fuck!" She swore again, her frustration was obvious as she lifted her swollen lips off of my face. "Don't you fucking dare tell her about this or you'll regret it." She whispered.

"Fine, whatever." I exhaled with irritation. I wanted so badly to tell her off, but I knew better now. I had learned that lesson the hard way before.

"Sara?" Krista knocked at the door.

"Yeah?" I replied to Krista through the door. "What's up?"

"Have you seen Tamara? I woke up and she wasn't here."

"Have you looked downstairs?" I suggested, glancing at Tamara for any cues on how I should respond.

Tamara looked like she was going to explode from anticipation. "Hurry up," she moaned softly. "I'm so close to cumming." I doubted she cared at this particular moment what I said as long as it made Krista leave.

Krista replied, "Yeah, I can't find her anywhere. I'm getting worried."

Tamara continued whispering. "Once she leaves, I'm going to cover your face with my cum. And after that I'm going to do the same to your tongue..." She moaned again as she slid her fingers between her legs. I couldn't tell if she was talking to me or herself, but I was getting nauseated listening to her.

"Actually," I replied, my plan still forming in my head. "I forgot. I talked to her not long ago. She wasn't feeling well so she went home."

"Good thinking," Tamara bit her lip and grinned, "Now we've got *all* night."

"What? Why didn't she tell me?" Krista asked.

"She didn't want to wake you. I just happened to see her and I told her I'd tell you. Sorry I was half-asleep a second ago and forgot."

"Oh. That's too bad." Krista answered. "I guess I'll give her a call in the morning."

Tamara was clearly beyond reasoning. She was only waiting until the moment Krista left to force my face back into her slit.

"Hey," I said, ignoring Tamara's lustful stare. "Why don't we have a sleepover tonight instead?"

"You bitch!" Tamara cursed at me.

"Sure!" Krista said excitedly. "I'll just go get my stuff."

"Wait," I stopped her hurriedly. "Why don't we sleep in your room?"

"Oh, sure. That works too!" 

"I'll meet you there in a couple minutes?" I offered.

"Okay!" Krista's footsteps disappeared down the hallway.

"You're going to pay for that." Tamara snarled.

"Maybe," I gave her an icy stare, "But not tonight." I tried to sit up, but she pushed me back down.

"Let me go, Tamara" I demanded. "You and I both know you don't have time to finish."

"Fuck!" Tamara swore again. She didn't verbally relent, but she allowed me to push her off my face and didn't try to stop me as I sat up. "This isn't over."

"It is for now."

I tried to ignore her angry stare as I left the room. I couldn't believe I'd won. I could tell how turned on she'd been only to have me block her like that. It was probably a mistake, but at this moment it was the most satisfying feeling in the world. However, the minute I closed the door on her, my whole body started shaking. I started doubting myself. Was I making things worse for myself? Could they be worse?

I decided to just focus on now. I had to take this one step at a time. I stopped quickly into the hall bathroom and freshened up before continuing to Krista's bedroom door. The last thing I needed to do was roll into Krista's room with my face smelling of her best friend. I took a deep breath, and I slipped into Krista's room.

"Hey, you!" Krista smiled.

"Hey, yourself." I grinned back.

"Make yourself comfortable." Krista offered.

"Thanks. You have an extra pillow and blanket in here, right? I forgot to grab mine."

"Uh... sure." She pulled her second pillow off her bed and grabbed a spare blanket out of her closet.

"Thanks." I made myself a spot on the floor next to her.

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather sleep up here with me?" She offered.

"No, it's OK! I don't mind sleeping on the floor." I wasn't about to impose any further on her kindness than I already was. I was just happy to be out of my room. I didn't feel safe there anymore. I remembered the lock on my window. Tamara had the ability to enter through either my bedroom door or my window while simultaneously locking everyone out. If she ever caught me alone in there, there was every chance I wasn't leaving until she was good and finished. And knowing Tamara, that could easily be hours.

As we lay there in the dark, we did the usual exchange of gossip and chit-chat you would expect from a sleepover before falling asleep. And around the time I was about to drift off, Krista's voice jolted me back awake.

"Sara?"

"Yeah?" I could tell her voice had tensed a little.

"Do you remember that conversation we had a little while ago... about kissing?"

"What?" I had a moment of panic as her question jolted me back to thoughts of the dream I'd just had only a few moment ago whilst Tamara had been busy making herself comfortable on my face.

"The conversation we had on the carriage..."

"Oh, no! Sorry, I remember. You just caught me off guard." I apologized.

"Yeah... well, I was thinking about your advice... about practicing kissing, and I was thinking about asking Tamara to practice with me."

"What?!" I said in a startled panic.

"What's wrong? I thought you'd be happy for me..." Krista asked confused.

My dream was still too fresh in my mind. There was no way in hell I was going to let things play out the way they had in my dream. That is, I was afraid that if Krista and Tamara became involved, Tamara would eventually become more important to Krista than I was. I didn't really think that Krista would ever treat me like she had in my dream, but there was still that lingering fear that it would open avenues for Tamara's continued mistreatment.

"What? No... I... I am. I just, it's a big step... are you sure?"

"I've thought about it a lot. I feel so naive sometimes. I don't even know how to kiss, and I would feel weird asking any guys because I'm not attracted to men. So, I don't know what else to do."

I thought quickly. "Well, Tamara is your best friend. What if it changes or destroys your relationship with her?"

"I know it's a possibility," she said with frustration, "But I don't have anyone else I feel comfortable asking."

If you were to ask me later what I was thinking at the time, I'm not sure I could answer you. However, at that precise moment, it seemed like a perfectly rational response in light of the fears my dream had elicited.

"I'll practice with you." I offered before my brain had time to process.

"What?" She asked confused. "You'll practice... what with me?"

"Kissing." I knew there was no way I could do what I was suggesting, but I didn't have a better solution at the moment.

"You'd do that for me? Wouldn't it be too weird?" She asked hesitantly. "What if it hurts our own relationship? That's even more important to me than Tamara's relationship."

"Yeah, but we're sisters. It's not that weird for sister's to practice kissing with each other, is it? And I can tell you right here and now it won't hurt our relationship a bit."

"Well, maybe..." She didn't look convinced.

"Besides, I need practice too. I'm also... I've also never kissed anyone so you'd be helping me too." I heard myself talking, but I was too busy trying to figure out how to get myself out of this mess to pay much attention to what I was saying. I knew I had to stop her from getting any closer to Tamara, and for now I'd done that.

"I'll tell you what... why don't you think it over, and we'll talk about it when you're ready." She could take forever as far as I was concerned. "Just... don't say anything to Tamara until you're sure."

"Uh... OK. I'll... I'll let you know." She seemed conflicted, but for now that worked.

"And Sara?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks. You're a good sister. I don't know many other people with sister's as understanding as you have been lately. I love you."

"I try." I smiled. "And... I love you too."

I was potentially getting in the way of my own sister's future happiness because I'd had a stupid nightmare and because I wanted her help to keep Tamara away from me. I was putting my own needs ahead of my sister. I felt like crap.

*****

I awoke the next morning feeling a bit better. It was the first night I'd felt safe in a while, and I'd slept soundly. Thankfully, my sleep was devoid of the nightmares which had been plaguing me of late. However, I still hadn't come up with an idea to get myself out of my promise to Krista without pushing her back toward Tamara. In hindsight, it occurred to me that if she'd asked Tamara, Tamara would probably have just said no, and the problem would have been solved. Still, I wasn't sure I was willing to take that chance. Maybe I simply needed to find Krista a girlfriend, and convince her to make the first move with Krista. I suspected all she needed was a small confidence boost, and she'd be just fine on her own. At least, I hoped it would be that simple. Worst case, it wouldn't be the end of the world to kiss her a couple of times just to show her it was no big deal.

"Good morning." Krista rolled over and smiled.

"Likewise!" I greeted back, rubbing my eyes.

She hesitated. "While I was waiting for you to wake up, I thought about the offer you made last night." I panicked all over again as she continued. "My initial reaction was that it'd be too weird, and I was going to turn you down. But then I thought about something else you said. You've also never kissed anyone, and you're older than I am."

"So? What about it?" I asked.

"So, I think you've been hiding your own embarrassment. I think you were thinking more about helping yourself than you were thinking about helping me."

"What? I-it's not like that," I stammered.

"It's OK. You've been such a great sister that I decided to say... yes. I want to help you-to help both of us."

I was so confused. She thought she was also doing me a favor? I played along, not wanting her to change her mind.

"You got me! I'd thought about asking you to practice with me, but I was too embarrassed."

"Don't be embarrassed. I'm glad we can learn together... as sisters."

I had been hoping my suggestion that she take some time to think about about it would keep her busy longer.

"Yeah," I replied, "Me too. And it was fun having our own sleepover! We should do these more often. Why did we stop?" I asked in earnest.

"I don't know, but we can do them any time." Krista replied.

"How about again tonight?" 

"Well, why the hell not?" Krista shrugged, laughing. "You can stay with me every night if you want."

I wasn't sure if she was serious, but it probably wasn't a long-term solution either way. Still, knowing I should be safe from Tamara for another night was a load off my mind. Tamara had done everything possible to make me feel unsafe in my room. Even walking in there felt like I was literally begging Tamara to take advantage of the situation. My room had become a sort of sex trap-a rape room if you will, and I wanted to be nowhere near it.

*****

I did everything I could over the next couple of days to keep Krista away from Tamara and hanging out with only me. As I lay on Krista's floor for the third night in a row, I found myself hoping Krista would never tire of having me stay over with her.

"Sara?" Krista asked.

"Yeah?"

"Do you... want to practice kissing now?"

"What? Uh... Um..."

"Have you changed your mind?" She asked expectantly. "I don't mind asking Tamara."

"No! No, it's not that. You just... caught me off guard. Um... why don't we plan a time soon to do it, and we'll make it happen?"

"Okay!" She said happily.

I knew I was going to have to figure this out at some point. I knew the simplest solution was to buck up and do it, but I just couldn't bring myself to kiss my own sister. Could I?

It wasn't long before we both drifted off to sleep.

*****

I awoke suddenly in the middle of the night. I opened my eyes just as a hairy muff covered my nose and mouth. For the briefest of moments, which I blamed on all the perverse dreams I'd been having lately, I wondered if it was Krista. It was pitch black and I couldn't make out a thing, but that didn't stop the form atop my face. Whoever it was, they weren't wasting any time. Her lubrication was already beginning to coat my face. I debated if I should struggle or yell, but I realized I couldn't. If it was Tamara, I didn't want Krista to find out like this. And if it was Krista, yelling would do no good. So, I just lay there afraid to make a sound as I let the form have their way with my face. I didn't struggle, and I didn't scream-I just lay there and let myself be violated.

Soft moans were beginning to emanate from my aggressor. It was clear they too were trying to stay quiet. That, and the familiar smell which was invading my nostrils told me who was riding my face. It was Tamara-of course it was Tamara. Why would I even think it could be otherwise? Unfortunately, it didn't change anything. Her slick juices coated my lips as she humped my mouth, and I just lay there and let her do it. I'd never felt so powerless. It was clear she was trying to make up for the last couple of failed attempts-I could sense her pent up need without her ever saying a word.

However, although I silently bore her assault on my face, it turned out she wasn't so good at stifling her own noises. An unexpectedly loud squeal escaped her lips.

"Sara?" Krista's voice suddenly pierced the darkness.

The form atop me stopped moving, never saying a word. She rested there with my nose and mouth still buried deeply between her vaginal lips. She was obviously hoping Krista would go back to sleep if I didn't respond.

"Un-huh?" I managed to get force out the sounds of an acknowledgement.

"Are you OK? I thought I heard you say something. Were you having a nightmare?"

I still wasn't able to see a thing, but I felt the form lifting off my face.

"Uh, yeah." I half lied. "I was having a nightmare, but it's over now."

"What was it about?" Krista asked.

"I... uh, I was being attacked. I was powerless and I couldn't do anything to stop it."

"I'm so sorry! Are you OK? Do you want to join me up here?" Krista offered.

"Actually, yes... that'd be nice." I pulled myself to my feet as the Tamara released me. She watched silently as I climbed into Krista's bed. "Thank you," I said sincerely to Krista.

I snuggled up to Krista. I didn't know where Tamara was, but I didn't care. I'd underestimated her resolve before, but there was no way she'd try anything with me laying in the same bed as Krista. I worried about how desperate she seemed. She was getting careless. I listened carefully for any sign that Tamara was either in the room or had left the room, but all I heard was a deafening silence. Eventually, I finally managed to fall back asleep.

*****

The next morning, I awoke to find the bed empty. I felt surprisingly well rested, and it looked sunny outside. I glanced over at the clock on Krista's night stand. It was after 1:00 in the afternoon. I made my way downstairs and found Krista on the couch downstairs.

"Hey, there sleepy head," she greeted me.

"Thanks for letting me sleep with you last night." I replied.

"It was nothing."

"No, I mean it," I said sincerely. "I know you don't like sharing your bed."

"Really, it's OK." She smiled. "Nightmares can be terrifying."

"So... what have you been up to this morning," I asked, changing the subject.

"Tamara came over. We hung out for a bit."

"What?! She-is she gone now?" I tried to play it cool.

"Yeah. She wanted to go upstairs and wake you up, but she got edgy when I insisted on coming too if she was going to go wake you up."

"She... she wanted to wake me up alone?"

"Yeah, but I wanted to let you sleep. I finally told her she could go wake you up if we did it together, but she seemed to lose interest- actually, she's been kind of edgy in general lately."

"Oh? How so?"

"I can't really describe it," Krista said thoughtfully, "She's just been kind of tense. It's actually seemed a bit like she was mad at me over the last couple of days, but I can't think of anything I've done that would have upset her."

I wouldn't be surprised if Tamara was mad at Krista. Krista had interfered with her fun twice in a row recently, and was now the reason I was sleeping safely at night. And poor, innocent Krista was none the wiser.

"Whatever, she's crazy." I dismissed. "You need a new friend."

"Sara, be nice!" Krista scolded.

"Sorry," I smiled, "I was just kidding." Krista knew Tamara and I had never really gotten along, but she accepted my apology.

"It's OK." She smiled. "Oh, hey... so, not to change the subject... but when do you want to schedule our practice time?"

"Uh... schedule it? Why don't we just wait until we both feel like it's the right time? I'm not sure I like the idea of putting it on the calendar."

"I know it might seem weird to schedule it, but that way we know it will actually happen. Maybe Thursday night at 7:00 PM?"

"Uh... well, it's just-" What did I say? It just seemed weird to schedule a time to kiss my sister.

"Is that not OK?"

"No," I smiled. "It'll be perfect." I felt even worse with a deadline looming. Still, I would just give her a kiss or two on the lips, and that'd be that. No need for her to go to Tamara.

"Great," She smiled back, "I can't wait. I'll make sure to use extra chapstick!"

"Extra chapstick?"

"I want to make sure my lips stay kissable throughout entire practice session." She winked.

How long did she expect our practice to last? Everything was just feeling too real, but I was trapped, and I had no way out, and It seemed she may have a different idea of what our practice would be like.

*****

A couple days went by and the weekend finally arrived. I spent most of my free time lately with Krista, including sleeping in her bed every time since the incident. So far, it had kept me from having to face Tamara-or was it keeping me from a faceful of Tamara, I wondered sardonically. The only downside was Krista kept hinting at our pending practice session. She just wouldn't let me forget about it. The more time that went by, the more I accepted that I'd gotten myself into a situation with no solution. That is, no solution other than to do as I'd agreed. I would have to practice kissing with my sister. Surely it wouldn't be that bad. Still, that wouldn't stop me from trying to find a way out that made everyone happy.

As much as I was trying to spend all of my time with Krista, I didn't want her getting suspicious. That meant occasionally giving her some space. Unfortunately, that meant Tamara had convinced Krista to go out with her for New Year's Eve, and I had no idea when they'd be home.

I spent the evening lounging in Krista's bed watching TV. I'd rather have been out celebrating the new year with Krista, but I refused to spend time with Tamara.




Curious Girls Ch. 12



About 1:30 in the morning, I heard the door slam and heard voices coming from downstairs. Shit. She'd brought Tamara in too. I waited quietly for Tamara to leave. The less I saw of her, the better. I hoped that she'd slowly lose interest if I stayed out of sight and out of mind. Damned if I knew what her obsession was about anyway. She claimed to be straight, yet she insisted on humiliating me every chance she got. At least, I was desperately hoping she was just trying to humiliate me. However, it was seeming more and more likely that she was genuinely just having fun at my expense.

I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I pulled the cover over my head and held my breath as Krista's door opened. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. I wanted to be sure Tamara was gone before announcing my presence. Besides, on the off chance that she wanted Tamara to spend the night, she might re-think having me move if I was already asleep in her bed.

"That party was so much fun!" Krista exclaimed.

"Hell yes, it was," Tamara laughed. "Can you believe those idiots wanted us to kiss each other at midnight."

They were both obviously drunk and slurring their words slightly.

"Hah. I know right," Krista responded. "Still, it wouldn't have been so bad to kiss me, would it?"

"Oh, probably not, but I didn't feel like giving those jerks a show."

"Have... Have you ever wondered what it would be like to kiss another woman?" Krista asked timidly.

"What? Hell no!"

"Oh, um... Yeah, me neither." 

"Why?" Tamara laughed. "Are you suddenly curious?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe a little."

"Want to find out what it's like?"

"Um... Well..."

Shit. I was having flashbacks to my last couple of nightmares. I rolled over and coughed while still pretending to be asleep. They were obviously startled.

"Is that Sara?" Tamara asked.

"Shhhhhh," Krista laughed, "You'll wake her."

"So what? She's being unpatriotic."

"That's the fourth of July!" Krista giggled.

"Whatever. She's being a party pooper." Tamara pulled the blanket off and I was abruptly blinded by light.

"What the hell?" I groaned angrily, as if I'd just been woken up. They were both wearing nice clothing for their night out partying, but also had cheap, festive beads and hats.

"Come celebrate with us," exclaimed Tamara.

"Fuck off," I grumbled.

"Fine, we'll have to make you celebrate." Krista giggled.

"What does that mean?" Tamara asked Krista.

"Hold her down. I'm going to make her look more festive!"

"What?" I exclaimed, confused. I tried to sit up, but Tamara pushed me down. She swung a leg drunkenly over my waist and held my arms. I struggled to push her off.

"Hurry!" Tamara laughed.

Suddenly Krista was climbing on top of me as well. She was sitting behind Tamara facing my feet.

I felt something cold on my leg, and looked over to realize Krista had dropped a bunch of markers on the bed and was drawing on my legs.

"Krista, this isn't funny!" I protested angrily.

"Psssssh. Lighten up," Krista giggled. "What should I put on your legs?"

"Stop! I'm serious."

"This is for your own good." She turned to Tamara. "Can you please make her be quiet? I can't focus on making her legs look pretty."

"Sure," Tamara grinned, "but how?"

"I don't know, be creative."

Tamara thought for a moment. "Ooh, I've got it. Hold her arms for a second!" She passed my hands to Krista who tucked them under her legs, effectively pinning them to my sides. Tamara kicked off her heels and swung her legs up onto my body.

"What are you using?" Krista asked, unable to see from her position.

"Don't worry about it. Just do your thing." Tamara grinned as she slid her socks off her feet.

"Tamara, no!" I exclaimed as her toes slid between my lips. I clamped my teeth shut. Her feet smelled sweaty, but there was no way I could ever protest. The minute I opened my mouth, they would be inside. She slid her toes under my lips and she used them to pry at my jaw. As the discomfort grew, she slowly made progress at parting my teeth and before I could close my mouth back, her foot slid into my mouth.

"Mmmmph!" I exclaimed in disgust as my tongue slid against the bottom of her foot, her toes pushed toward the back of my throat.

At the same time, I felt Krista drawing on my legs with markers.

"That's much better," Krista giggled.

Tamara began thrusting her foot back and forth in my mouth. If her toes sliding into my throat weren't enough to make me gag, the taste of her sweaty foot filling my mouth certainly was. Tamara's toes were exploring every part of my mouth. All the while, Krista was naively drawing pretty pictures on my legs.

"Mmmmmph!" I protested, trying to get Krista's attention as Tamara began trying to force both of her feet into my mouth at once.

"She's still making too much noise," Krista said, annoyed. "What are you using to gag her?"

"You don't want to know." Tamara grinned.

"C'mon, Tamara. Tell me!"

"My feet." Tamara giggled.

"That's disgusting, Tamara!" Krista exclaimed, smacking Tamara playfully. "And also not effective enough. There's gotta be something better you can use so I can focus on finishing my pretty drawings."

"Oh, fine. I'll think of something else." Tamara eyed me grinning. She pulled her toes out of my mouth and used them to rub my own saliva over my mouth and face. She pulled her legs back under her and scooted forward, hiking her dress up.

"Tamara, wait. No! I didn't mind your fe-mmmmmmph!" My cries were muffled by her pantied crotch. However, they were now nearly inaudible to Krista.

"That's much better. Whatever you're doing, keep doing it." Krista grinned as she resumed her drawing.

"Kris-mmmmmph!" I tried again, but Krista didn't seem to be able to hear me well enough to let it disturb her fun.

"Yep. You're right, Krista." Tamara laughed. "This is *so* much better. In fact, take all the time you need." I tried to pull my arms free, but Krista tightened her legs to keep me from struggling.

"Calm down, Sara!" Krista hiccupped, "You'll like my beautiful drawings once I'm done, and then you'll look more festive for the new year!"

I wasn't paying much attention to Krista at this point. Tamara was apparently both drunk AND horny, and Krista was completely oblivious. Tamara began thrusting her mound firmly, but quietly against my face. Her panties were becoming increasingly wet. Tamara reached down and slid her panties out of the way. My nose and mouth were suddenly pressing into her very warm and wet lips.

"Ooh, I drew some pretty fireworks exploding on her thighs!" Krista exclaimed distantly.

"That's nice." Tamara responded absently, continuing to thrust cautiously against my mouth.

"Trade me spots. I'll let you do some drawing too."

"Wha-?" No... it's OK." Tamara stammered.

"Come on, switch me!"

"Fine." She looked unhappy, but scooted backward onto my chest. She turned around and held my arms while Krista hopped onto my chest. I felt Tamara begin drawing something on my legs as Krista held me down. "Actually, hold her down while I grab some new colors from your drawer," Tamara said standing up.

"Krista, stop this... please?"

"Tamara, how did you shut her up? I'll do it the same way."

"It's easy. You just need to scoot up."

"What do you mean? Like this?" Krista asked as she crawled forward. Her crotch was pressing against my chin.

Tamara tripped over her own feet and fell to the floor.

"Are you OK?" Krista asked.

"I'm fine," Tamara laughed. "And you need to scoot up further."

Krista crawled forward until I found myself staring up my sister's dress at her smooth ass and firm, tanned thighs. She was wearing a thong, and I began to panic that she wasn't thinking properly in her drunken state.

"Like this?" Krista asked. "Now what?"

Tamara didn't reply. Rather than stand up and return to the bed, she had instead passed out on the floor.

"Well, drat! We lost Tamara." Krista laughed. "Now I'll never know her secret." She scooted back and sat on my stomach. "Well, I guess you look festive enough now anyway. You're welcome." Krista laughed.

"I looked perfectly festive before." I grumbled.

"No, you didn't! You should have come celebrate the new year with us! You didn't even get a New Year's kiss!"

"And you did? I asked half accusing, half genuinely curious.

"Well, no. But at least I had a chance to!"

"Whatever, I just didn't feel like going out."

"But neither of us got a kiss! We should fix that."

"Wha-?" I started to ask. But before I could get the question out, Krista leaned down and pressed her lips firmly against mine, wrapping her arms tightly around my head as she did.

I tried to pull away, but her grip was too tight. After five to ten seconds, I managed to force her arms away and pull free.

"Krista!" I said in shock. "What are you doing?"

Krista responded by passing out on top of me.

What the hell had just happened? Tamara had just tried to violate me right in front of my sister, and then my sister had just kissed me on the lips before passing out. They were both obviously drunk, and I had no idea what to do with them. I pushed Krista cautiously off of me and tucked her carefully into bed, making sure she was lying on her side. I noticed Tamara lying on her back, and while I was extraordinarily tempted to leave her that way, my conscience won out. I pushed her onto her side, but left her where she was on the floor. I crawled back into Krista's bed. I hated sleeping so close to Tamara, but I still felt safer here than in my own bed.

*****

I awoke to Tamara's thighs pressing on either side of my head. I opened my eyes, and found myself staring directly up her dress again. My eyes hadn't yet adjusted, so I couldn't make out much in the dark, but I could make out enough to see more than I wanted to see. In fact, I could see enough to know that Tamara's panties wouldn't be in the way for her this time.

"Tamara." I whispered in a panic, "What are you doing?! Krista is right next to me in the bed!"

"Fuck her. She messed up my fun earlier. I get so horny when I'm drunk, and it's even worse now that I didn't get to finish."

"Tamara, this is too far. Please. Get off me and I promise we can work something out later."

"I have a better idea. You shut up and Krista never has to know a thing."

I felt her hairy mound press against my face. Any protesting now would require opening my mouth with my lips pressing into her wet slit, and I wasn't too keen to do that. She spread her lips, letting her warm, wetness cover my entire nose and mouth.

"You know, you can get this over with faster if you put your tongue to work." She urged. She just didn't give up, did she?

"Tamara? Did you say something?" I heard Krista mutter, half-asleep. Tamara paused mid-thrust, suddenly realizing the compromising position she was in.

"Uh... no. Sorry, I had a nightmare." She was obviously hoping Krista didn't open her eyes.

"I guess we fell asleep," Krista yawned. "You should probably go home now. Your mom is going to be freaking out."

I noted that staying in Krista's room wasn't given as an option.

"It's OK, I don't mind staying on the floor." Tamara said.

"Don't be silly! We'll hang out tomorrow."

"Yeah, no... that makes sense." Tamara was obviously irritated. She slowly lifted herself off my face and climbed quietly off the bed. However, beds are hard to climb on or off quietly.

"What was that?" Krista asked, opening her eyes.

I pretended to still be asleep.

"Nothing, I was just getting my jacket off the bed!" Tamara lied. "I'll talk to you in the morning."

"K." Krista mumbled as she fell back asleep.

Tamara glared at me. "This isn't over," she whispered.

I was sure she was right, but for now... a win was a win. This was the longest amount of time I'd managed to avoid Tamara, and it was all thanks to Krista.

Krista... who'd just kissed me only hours ago. I couldn't help worry about what that would do to the dynamic of our relationship. I needed a stable relationship with her more than anything. She gave me sanity from Tamara's craziness, and she was the only thing currently standing between me and Tamara. As I gradually drifted back to sleep, I found myself wondering what madness tomorrow would bring.

To be continued...

*****

A big thanks to all my readers for your continued feedback and kind comments on the last chapter! I definitely appreciate your understanding as I struggle to find the time to work on this story. And I'm especially appreciative of your continued support, patience, and devotion as this chapter marks approximately 1 year since I released the first installment of Curious Girls.

Thanks again! You guys rock!



Curious Girls Ch. 13



I awoke to sun shining through the window. I rolled over and realized Krista was no longer in bed with me. How long had I been asleep? And how had Krista managed to get up before me when she was as drunk as she'd been the night before?

I stretched and I let myself wake up a bit before forcing my legs out of the bed. My legs-they were covered in all sorts of drawings, most of which appeared to be crudely drawn fireworks. I had the drunken efforts of Krista and Tamara to thank for that. It had been such a weird night after they'd gotten back from their party. Tamara tried to take advantage of me twice, and my own sister had kissed me on the lips. Adding to everything was the lingering scent of Tamara's arousal still in my nostrils. I was getting so sick of that smell.

Oh, God. The fact I immediately recognized it as coming from Tamara disturbed me on a whole new level-a level I wasn't sure I'd ever to come to terms with. I was getting way too familiar with the scent of her arousal. It was bad enough that I had to smell her when she was forcing my nose into her slit, but that smell lasted for hours. No amount of washing seemed to make it go away entirely. Luckily, no one else had seemed to notice. At least I hoped no one had. It was hardly like anyone was going to walk up to me and ask if that was pussy they smelled on me.

I worried about what Krista would say when I saw her. It occurred to me that last night had been my first kiss. However, that was something I'd never admit to anyone as I was barely willing to admit it to myself. There was no way I would ever confess to anyone that my first kiss had been with my little sister.

I made my way downstairs and headed toward the kitchen. I wasn't surprised to find Krista at the stove making breakfast, but I stopped short when I saw Tamara at the table.

"Good morning," Krista said cheerfully.

"What the he-" I paused taking a breath to stay calm. "What is Tamara doing here? I thought she went home," I asked as nicely as I could.

"Sara! Don't be rude," Krista exclaimed.

"I wasn't! I just-" I hesitated. "I was just surprised to see her." I forced a smile.

"Good morning to you too," Tamara said in a sarcastic, yet somehow still timid voice. I wondered how she managed to maintain such a quiet and shy persona around everyone else when she was the complete opposite while alone with me.

"What happened to your legs?" Krista asked, looking down.

"What? What do you mean?"

"They're covered in marker! Did you get bored last night?"

I stared at her in stunned silence. Did she really not remember?

"You happened to them," I said. "You and Tamara, that is."

"What? I-I don't remember that!"

"I'm not surprised. You and Tamara were a bit wasted last night."

"Too funny! Anything else interesting happen?" Krista grinned.

"N-No, Nothing." I stammered. "You guys came home, drew on my legs a bit, and then passed out.

"Crazy! I don't remember any of that. Why did you let us draw on your legs?" She laughed.

"You were... pretty insistent." I responded. "So, what's Tamara doing here?" I asked, changing the subject. "I thought she went home last night."

"She texted this morning and said she had an awful hangover. I invited her over to try a hangover cure I found on the internet."

"Yeah? Did it work?"

"So far, I think the pain medication has been the most effective. I don't think that 'cure' did a thing." She laughed. "At least my headache wasn't too bad. I think Tamara's was worse."

"Eh, I'm feeling better now." Tamara said.

"Awesome!" Krista responded. "Maybe my cure only works on certain people." She laughed again.

I grabbed some pancakes from the plate next to the stove where Krsta was working. As I sat down at the other end of the table, I found myself avoiding eye contact with Tamara.

"Hey, Sara. What are your plans for today?" Krista asked suddenly.

"Uh..." I hesitated. "I don't really have anything specific planned." She'd caught me off guard. It was hard to know how to reply without knowing why she was asking.

"Tamara and I were going to hang out at the mall. You should join us."

Crap. I really didn't want to be near Tamara. I felt awkward enough around Krista right now as it was. However, it was a small consolation that it didn't seem like she remembered any of what happened last night. Unfortunately, I'd already told her I didn't have any plans.

"I don't think so. I'm still traumatized by our last trip to the mall," I replied, doing my best to sound as if I was half-joking.

"Aw, c'mon! No slides this time, I promise!"

I knew my sister. I also knew she wasn't one to take no for an answer when she wanted something. I sighed.

"Fine. I'll go with." I'd just have to make sure I kept my guard up around Tamara.

*****

An hour later, we were at the mall wandering aimlessly. We went into the occasional store and browsed, but mostly we window-shopped. Well, Krista and Tamara looked; I mostly followed. It was on the third loop around the mall when Krista suddenly got excited.

"Hey, we should go into that store." Krista pointed.

I followed her finger to a store we'd never been in before. The sign in front indicated it was some sort of sex store, but it looked respectable enough.

"Ooh, that looks like fun." Tamara grinned.

"Why would we want to go in there?" I asked uncomfortably.

"I just want to see what's in there." Krista replied, walking toward it with Tamara close behind. Following reluctantly, it didn't take long for me to start feeling uncomfortable. I didn't particularly mind the sexy lingerie. However, around the point where we got to the shelves of sex toys was when I started having second thoughts. I doubted I would have felt particularly uncomfortable had I been alone, but I wasn't alone. I was standing next to my little sister looking at a large selection of dildos.

"Ooh, I bet that one would hurt." Tamara laughed and pointed at a particularly large, penis-shaped, strap-on dildo.

"Yeah? Look at this one." Krista pointed at a male masturbation toy which had a small hole resembling an anus.

"Do any women actually enjoy that? Or is that just a guy fantasy?" I asked, mostly rhetorically.

"Enjoy what? This?" Tamara grabbed the big strap-on and slid it into the asshole of the second toy.

"Tamara!" Krista gasped, laughing. "Don't be weird."

We continued making our way back, and things only got kinkier. Around the time we got to the anal beads and spreader bars, I was starting to think of excuses to get out of the store.

"Hey, look at this one." Tamara said pulling an item off the shelf.

I stared in horror. It was a mask which was designed to cover the entire head and had only a hole for the nose and had a dildo attached to the mouth.

"Hey, I-um... I need to go use the restroom." I excused myself.

Krista and Tamara continued exploring while I made my way to the women's room. I found the nearest open stall, which just happened to be a handicap stall, and practically ran to it.

I sat down on the toilet and took my time while playing on my cell phone. I'd give them some time to get bored and leave the store. I'd wasn't sure I'd ever felt so awkward. That wasn't the kind of store you typically went into with family, and who knew what Tamara was thinking. I definitely didn't need her getting any ideas. I occasionally heard the bathroom door or stall doors open and close, but mostly ignored them. After about ten minutes, I decided I'd waited long enough. I was about to stand when suddenly a head poked through the bottom of my stall.

"Tamara!" I said in shock, trying to cover myself.

"I found you." She grinned.

"What-? What are you doing? What do you want?!

She pulled herself into the stall, tugging a bag along with her.

"Tamara! I'm on the toilet. Someone could come in!"

"Don't worry. We're alone right now." She grinned.

"Get out!" I kicked awkwardly at her.

She grabbed my feet and pulled roughly. I leaned backward and flailed wildly as I attempted to grab the handicap bar on the wall. However, I lost my grip as my ass slid off the toilet seat. I hit the back of my head hard on the porcelain toilet rim just before hitting the floor.

I could barely even move or open my eyes with the pain shooting through my body. I was acutely aware of Tamara hovering over my body. I heard the sound of her skirt and panties dropping to the floor. She grabbed at my arms and legs, but I was too dizzy and in too much pain to care about much.

"You have no idea how horny I was getting in that store. I thought maybe you could help with that." She forced me onto my stomach. "In fact, I've been so freaking horny for a while now."

She pulled both of my arms behind my back and held them while she pulled something out of her bag. I felt a rope tightening around my arms, holding them tightly.

"What are you doing?" I protested. "Don't do this. Not here."

She rolled me onto my back, and I saw she wasn't wasting any time. She was already naked from the waist down.

"Please, don't sit on my face again." I begged.

"Don't worry, I won't," she reassured me, "Not yet, anyway."

"Wha-what do you mean?"

"I bought a little something for you-or is it for me?" She paused. "OK, it's definitely for you." She laughed as she pulled out the large strap-on dildo we'd seen earlier in the store.

"What the hell?" I asked confused. "What are you doing with that?"

"I thought it might be useful for reminding you of your place, and perhaps having a little fun in the process." She grinned as she pulled her panties off the floor and wadded them up.

"Wait, aren't those the panties you were wearing last night?" I asked as I realized what she was planning to do with them.

"Yep. But don't worry, they're not wet anymore."

"That doesn-" My protest was interrupted as she forced the soft cotton into my mouth. I felt so disgusted, knowing the panties in my mouth were the same that were soaking wet only the night before. I tried spitting them out, but she was having none of it. She held them as she placed the base of the dildo over my mouth and tightened the straps around my head.

"This should help remind you of your purpose in life-a giant sex toy existing only for my pleasure."

I stared in mute horror at the enormous dildo rising away from my mouth into the air. It wasn't hard to guess what she was planning next.

I opened my eyes wide in terror as I tried to very ineffectively to beg her not to do this.

"Fuck. That terrified look on your face is already getting me so wet." She lowered herself over my face. "I still can't believe you ever used to intimidate me." The tip of the dildo slid slowly between her lips, separating them. She moaned softly as she slowly lowered herself onto the dildo.

I tried to pull my head away, but no matter how I twisted, the dildo was guiding her directly toward my mouth. I could only watch as the dildo disappeared slowly inside her until she came to a rest on my face. I was thankful that the strapon kept her mound from touching my lips, but it didn't stop my nose from ending up buried in her pubic hair.

"I can't believe I got that entire thing inside of me," she moaned. "I love the way it feels."

She reached down and pulled her shirt over her head, shaking her hair free as she pulled the shirt away.

"I know we're short on time, but I hope you don't mind me getting a little more comfortable."

She freed her breasts from her constricting bra, letting it drop to the floor. Her curly, red hair fell over her breasts partially obscuring them. She lifted herself up, letting the dildo pull slowly back out; It was noticeably wet with her arousal.

I felt so humiliated. All I could do was lay there with an enormous dildo protruding from my mouth as Tamara pleasured herself directly over my face. I watched her juices slowly drip down the length of the shaft. I prayed silently, hoping it stayed there and didn't make its way all the way down to my face.

The dildo slid in and out of her with increasing ease as she grew ever wetter, simultaneously picking up speed. After some time, when her moans were starting to get intense, she took the entire dildo inside of her and paused. Her fingers slid between her legs and found her clitoris.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FU-U-UCK!" She moaned quietly as she finally orgasmed. Her legs tensed against my body as her fingers continued rubbing.

Her warm, sticky juices oozed from her slick lips and began to drip down my cheek. As she sat up, her knees were clearly a little weak from the intensity of her orgasm. Her thick cum covered the entire dildo as it slid out of her.

She steadied herself for a minute before reaching down and unfastening the dildo from my head.

"That was pretty intense," she panted. "But it's still nothing compared to the thrill of rubbing myself directly on your mouth-feeling you struggle with your face buried in my pussy... the way your nose hits my clit as you try and fight me. It's so freaking hot."

"Please!" I begged, as I forced the panties out of my mouth with my tongue. "You managed to enjoy yourself with just a dildo and your fingers. You don't need me."

"That's just the thing. I've tried getting off on my own since that first time with you. It doesn't work. I don't know why, but I've only been able to orgasm when you're beneath me."

I didn't know how to respond to that nor did I have time. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened. Tamara panicked and shoved her panties back into my mouth. I was afraid to make too much noise, so I just lay there and let her do it. It wasn't like I was going to be able to get away at that point anyway. She grabbed more rope from her bag and tied it around my head, holding the gag in place. The person entered the stall next to us, and I could see her feet and legs from my vantage point on the floor. I just hoped she didn't look under the wall into our stall.

I wondered what Krista must be thinking. I had no idea how long we'd been in the bathroom, but I'd wager it'd been twenty minutes or so since Tamara had come in. After a few minutes of Tamara and I sitting there in awkward silence, we finally heard the toilet flush followed by the washing of hands. Once the bathroom door closed, I breathed a sigh of relief. That was, until I looked back at Tamara.

"About time. I got so erect waiting for her to leave." She laughed. She had attached the dildo to her own waist and was now standing above me. She was still entirely naked, but had what looked like an enormous male erection protruding from her vagina. 

She knelt down, straddling my chest once again. The dildo protruded crudely over my head. She leaned forward, angling the dildo at my face.

"Suck my cock, baby." She giggled.

It was warm and wet against my lower lip as she let her newly acquired member rest on my face. I nearly choked as the smell of her cum filled my nostrils. I remembered with a mix of revulsion and horror why it was wet. I was powerless to spit or even wipe her juices from my lips, much less stop her. She seemed to be enjoying that fact as she traced my lips with her large strap-on.

"I bet you'd love to suck me off, wouldn't you? You could finally taste me in a way you'd be more comfortable with. I'd bet this wouldn't be the first dick you've had those pretty lips around."

If I hadn't been gagged, I would have been tempted to correct her. However, I somehow doubted it would matter. I'd yet to get her to change her mind on anything once she'd settled on it.

"If you promise to stay quiet, I'll ungag you so you can show me your deep-throating skills. I'll bet you could take the whole thing."

The last thing I wanted was her trying to shove that entire thing into my mouth. As she sat up slightly to position herself over my head, I twisted my torso abruptly causing her to lose balance. I took the opportunity to roll to my feet. I awkwardly tried to stand and move away from her at the same time. Unfortunately, I'd forgotten my pants were still around my legs. I tumbled back to the floor head first into the corner of the stall. My head went directly between the toilet and the wall

Everything spun for a moment. I tried to stand, but Tamara was already behind me. She stopped me from stepping away from the wall and shoved downward against my back forcing my head back into the floor. She lifted on my hips and pulled me over the toilet, forcing my legs against the cold porcelain. I tried to drop back to my knees, but the toilet prevented me from bending them. I was trapped in an awkward position. My head was on one side of the toilet, my legs on the other, and my naked ass waving in the air.

"Well, I hadn't planned this, but if that's the way you want it."

What an awkward pose! I felt so exposed in front of her. I tried to figure out what in the world she could be thinking. She didn't make me wait long. I felt her spreading my cheeks with her hands, as her strap-on slid between them.

"What's that expression?" She mused. "Holes are holes?"

I tried to frantically to protest, but it was impossible to get any coherent words through the gag in my mouth. For some reason, this latest development terrified me more than anything else Tamara had put me through. I struggled, but I was in no position to resist. I felt the dildo pressing against my anus, and I felt the pressure increasing. I couldn't believe she was doing this to me. Why? What reason could she have for this? I panicked and started struggling as hard as I could, but I had no leverage with my hands behind me and Tamara's hand pressing into my back.

I squealed in fear, and I could feel the tears starting to well up in my eyes. There was something about being violated in this way that terrified me. I felt that same hopelessness flooding back-the sense that no matter what I did, this was going to end with me having a cum-drenched dildo shoved into my ass.

I gasped as she slowly increased the pressure, her hand gripping my waist. I could feel the Tamara's naked skin against my ass and legs. Something about it was too intimate, and it made me extraordinarily uncomfortable. Although, uncomfortable in a very different way than the dildo.

Just then, the bathroom door opened again. I struggled to stay quiet. I expected Tamara to stop as well, but she didn't. She slowly continued to push the tip of the dildo into my anus. I gasped quietly, taking deep breaths as I felt it start to enter me. It didn't exactly hurt as it went in, but it was an extremely uncomfortable feeling. I struggled to focus my attention on something else. I could hear the sounds of the other person in the restroom finishing up and washing their hands as I felt Tamara's soft thighs press against me.

Oh, God. That meant she was all the way in. I sighed in relief as I felt her slowly pulling out. That wasn't so bad.

Unfortunately, she wasn't through humiliating me. As she was nearly out, I felt the toy sliding back inside me. She was fucking my ass with the dildo. However, the second the door closed, I felt the pressure and speed increase.

"Fuck, this is hot!" She whispered. "How does it feel to have me inside you?"

I squealed and I tried to pull away as the sensations became unbearable, but she just gripped me tighter. This continued for what felt like an eternity. At some point during the ordeal, I felt something that surprised and disturbed me. I felt a twinge of arousal. By all accounts, I should have been revolted by the prospect of Tamara fucking me in the ass with a large dildo lubricated with her cum. And mentally, I was.

However, my body was responding independent of my mind, and it was starting to like the sensation. I tried desperately to pull away but, as usual, she wasn't having any of it. She hardly even broke rhythm as she effortlessly suppressed my struggles. The toy continued sliding in and out of my ass, her soft thighs slapping my ass wetly as sweat began to form from the exertion. I felt so conflicted at that moment. I was feeling intense humiliation from the way Tamara was using me, but I was also feeling surprisingly intense arousal. Even though the dildo thrusting into my ass was starting to become painful, I wasn't sure I wanted her to stop.




Curious Girls Ch. 13



To be more accurate, I mentally wanted her to stop, but physically my body was on fire. Despite the tears starting to form in my eyes, I couldn't stop the moans of pleasure from escaping through the gag. I tried to think of something that would be a turn me off for me in order to distract myself from the pleasurable sensations.

Ironically, an image of Tamara's naked body popped into my mind. It wasn't exactly a stretch of my imagination considering my current predicament. Even as she was bringing pleasure to my body, I knew without a shred of uncertainty that she physically repulsed me. Of course, thinking about any female body would have been a turn off for me, but I felt extra strongly toward Tamara for obvious reasons. I pictured those enormous, naked breasts. The feelings of pleasure started to subside a bit, but it was difficult to keep my mind elsewhere. I needed something else to think about. Old people? Krista? Despite my attempts to stifle my arousal, it was starting to feel really good again; I tried to think of something else. I tried imagining what it would be like to actually be forced to lick Tamara. However, I couldn't form enough of a coherent thought quickly enough. My entire body tensed and spasmed as waves of orgasm flooded over me against my will. My legs collapsed under me and my body went limp.

"Shit," Tamara exclaimed, "You just came, didn't you? I should have known you'd love it in the ass." She cautiously unfastened the straps and pulled away. "I'll even be nice and leave it in for you." I didn't try to stop her as she pushed me to the floor. I was just happy to be out of that position. I was still a bit weak in the knees and a bit confused by what had just happened.

"I can't believe you got off from that," she grinned. "But I'm glad you did. I've been wracking my brain trying to figure out why you've been so reluctant to lick me, and I think I've figured it out."

This should be interesting, I thought wryly. She stepped over my torso as she continued talking. A light sweat covered her body causing her stomach and breasts to glisten. I watched in terrified confusion as she lowered herself to her knees, bringing her mound directly above my mouth. Wasn't she done yet?

"The problem is I haven't given you enough incentive. I've been trying to force you to lick me when the desire should be coming from you."

She loosened the rope and removed the panties from my mouth. However, before I could utter a word of protest, she lowered her wet slit to my lips. As she let her weight rest on my head, she reached back, and I felt her fingers slide between my legs.

What the fuck? I stared at her with wide-eyed confusion as she began grinding slowly against my lips. As her fingers slid over my clit, I felt some initial discomfort due to the sensitivity caused by my recent orgasm. However, as she persisted, pleasurable sensations slowly returned. I tried in vain to squirm my hips away, but I was trapped in yet another awkward position. Tamara's weight forced my head straight up, but the rest of my body was twisted sideways because of the dildo still protruding from my ass.

"It's OK. I realized it's my fault. I haven't worked very hard on showing you how nice pleasing me can be for you."

Her fingers continued massaging my labia. It was definitely starting to feel nice, but I wasn't quite wet enough for her fingers to feel as nice as they could. I took this as proof of my body attempting to resist her efforts.

"If you don't start getting wetter, I might get insulted," Tamara remarked. It didn't sound like she was entirely joking. She paused. "No, I'm sorry. I've got to learn to be more patient. It'll take time for your body to learn. Don't worry, I've got you covered this time."

She sat up, and I watched as her fingers disappeared inside of herself a few times before she forced them back between my legs. Tamara's fingers were now significantly more slick, and they felt amazing against my clit. I had never been more disgusted with myself. Tamara was using her own cum to rub me off, but I couldn't stop enjoying the way it felt. At the same time, it was getting hard to breathe with Tamara's hairy mound on my face. As I struggled for oxygen, it served only to force my nose and mouth deeper into her slick lips. She was making my face so incredibly wet, and I was disgusted with myself for how little I cared at that precise moment. As she resumed grinding her swollen clit against my nose, The discomfort was immense. Yet, despite everything going on, I was also unforgivably aroused at the way Tamara was fingering my clit. I was starting to get very wet myself.

Tamara's thrusting increased in intensity, her wet mound announcing it's ever-increasing arousal with a wet, sucking noise as she repeatedly slid over my face and chin. It was hard for me to know where to focus my attention as I was already so close to orgasm myself. As much as I tried once again to stop my body, I was powerless to resist. My lower body suddenly exploded, and I felt my entire body lock up. I had never had an orgasm before with a dildo in my ass, and it was a very different experience. I was aware at some level of the other events around me, but I couldn't focus on them. As my muscles tensed, I was barely aware of Tamara's legs tightening uncomfortably against my head as she orgasmed simultaneously. As the waves of pleasure shot through my body, I hardly noticed that Tamara was drenching my entire face with her own sticky cum as she rubbed her slit from chin to forehead. It was only once my own pleasure subsided that I realized the full extent of everything that had just happened.

Tamara stood weakly, and I gasped for air. I just lay there, confused. I had just had the most intense orgasm of my life with my face buried in another woman's pussy. My body was so weak from the two orgasms I'd just had in quick succession coupled with the oxygen deprivation. I felt dizzy. I tried to focus.

I could tell Tamara was doing something, but I could barely bring myself to focus at that precise moment. Even as I felt her pulling off my shoes, followed by my jeans and panties, I just couldn't care. She'd already violated me so much, what could she possibly do that was worse?

I sighed with relief as I felt her pulling the dildo slowly out of my ass. It felt good have it finally out. My ass hurt something fierce now from the earlier pounding it had taken. I felt her lifting my legs and sliding something over my feet. Something cold. She pulled my legs up over her shoulders as she continued to slide the cold, metal item over my thighs. I finally looked up at her to see what she was doing. She was sliding some sort of stainless steel device up my legs. She pulled something long and narrow out from the inside that seemed attached to the inside in some way. I was starting to get a bit concerned.

As she pulled the device around my waist like a pair of panties, I felt her sliding something between my own swollen lips into my vagina. It felt sort of good, but also a bit uncomfortable. I struggled and kicked at her as I realized I didn't like where this was going.

"What-" I stuttered, still light-headed. "What are you doing?"

She caught my legs and twisted so she was sitting on them.

"This is part of your training."

"Training? What are you talking about?" I was starting to get really worried.

"I'm sorry, I got distracted before I finished my explanation." Tamara laughed. "You need to learn to enjoy going down on me, so from now on, when I cum-you cum."

"What? I don't get it." I was genuinely confused. "You've never cared about anything other than your own pleasure."

"Don't misunderstand. I could give a flying fuck if you orgasm," she explained. "It's called a 'conditioned response.' I learned about it in psychology class, but I never thought it would be useful. If it works, you'll eventually get wet at just the thought of having your face between my legs. The catch is that every time you have an orgasm from now on, it's going to be with your face buried in my pussy."

"What?!" I exclaimed, alarmed. "That's ridiculous. You can't turn someone gay, Tamara."

"Maybe. Maybe not. But eventually, you won't be able to help associating your pleasure with my smell and eventually... the way I taste."

"No. Please don't do this." I begged. I was sure she was crazy, but I also worried she could be right.

"Soon, the thought of licking me is going to get you so turned on, you won't be able to stop yourself." Tamara laughed. "And to be absolutely certain that you associate me, and only me, with your pleasure, I'm afraid I can't let you have any orgasms if I'm not around."

I realized then what she'd put around my waist.

"You wouldn't... you can't..." I stammered.

"It's already done." She laughed as she snapped the final of four locks in place. "I'm sure glad we went into that store. I saw this chastity belt and immediately thought of you. It'd better be worth it though. That thing was dang expensive."

"Tamara! Take this off this instant!" I demanded.

"I could have gotten the one without the vaginal plug, but the thought of you walking around with that thing inside you was too hot to resist."

"Please..." I begged again.

"The only way that thing is permanently coming off is once I'm convinced you genuinely enjoy licking me. Until then, every orgasm you have is going to be with your face covered in my cum." She thought for a moment. "Well, I guess after then too." She giggled.

"Tamara, that's never going to happen. I'm straight!"

"Not only that," she ignored me, "but soon you're going to be begging for it."

She stood and walked over to the corner of the stall. That's when I noticed her phone propped against the wall.

"And if nothing else, I've got amazing new blackmail material to add to my collection," she laughed.

"Y-you didn't."

"Oh, but I did. But if you play nice, no one will ever see it."

I'd almost forgotten about the photos and audio recording she'd taken away from our camping trip. However, this took the cake. She could edit the video to just show me fucking another woman in a bathroom stall. She could even hide her face so I'd be the only one embarrassed if she released it. Not to mention the humiliation of having my friends or family watching me enjoying getting fucked in the ass. My only consolation was knowing she'd be unlikely to release anything publicly as long as she had the upper hand.

Before I could figure out how to respond, the bathroom door opened again.

"Tamara? Sara? Are either of you in here?"

"I'm in here." Tamara responded before I could. "I'll be right out."

I didn't respond. I couldn't face anyone right now, plus I didn't want Krista to start asking the wrong questions. Tamara hurriedly started pulling her clothes back on.

"It's OK, take your time." Krista responded, but Tamara hurried to get everything together.

Tamara tossed everything back into her shopping back that she wasn't wearing. She untied the rope around my arms just before sliding quietly back under the stall door. A moment later I heard the door open.

"Hey, Tamara!" Krista greeted. "I couldn't find you or Sara, and I was starting to get worried. Speaking of which, have you seen Sara?"

"Yeah, actually. She got a phone call and said she had to run home. Not sure what it was about, but she seemed really upset."

"What? Really? That's weird. I hope everything is OK."

"Who knows? She's a freak." I heard their voices fading as they left the bathroom.

"Tamara!" Krista exclaimed. "That's not a very nice-" And then the door closed.

I lay there in shock and confusion. What had just happened? My whole body was exhausted and sore. My ass hurt quite a bit, and it wasn't sure I wanted to try walking, especially with that thing-that 'vaginal plug' still inside me. I examined Tamara's "gift" to see if it could be removed. It seemed to be made partially out of leather and partially out of some sort of metal. I could feel the plug inside of me when I moved. It caused me to feel a bit aroused all over again. I struggled to focus my thoughts. I tested the bounds of the belt, but as expected, there was no way for me to slide it off. It also made reaching my clit impossible.

I'd never loathed Tamara more than I did at that moment. She'd violated me in a way I'd have never imagined possible, and now she'd furthered the humiliation by locking me in a chastity belt. No matter how I resisted her, it seemed like her control was only becoming more absolute. I'd always struggled to be optimistic about my situation, but things had never looked bleaker. For the first time since this all started... I didn't see a way out. I lay there on the bathroom floor, lost in thought, a complete and utter mess. I couldn't help but wonder... had Tamara finally won?

To be continued...



Curious Girls Ch. 14-15



"Sara?" Krista's voice came from seemingly nowhere.

"Sorry, what?" I squinted, rubbing my eyes and turning my head.

"It wasn't important. I was just telling you about a news article I read earlier this morning."

"Sorry, Krista. I didn't sleep well, and I've got a lot on my mind."

"Does it have anything to do with what happened at the mall last night?"

"No. Because nothing happened." I smiled to reassure her.

"I just don't get it. You send me a text telling me you're walking home from the mall, but you won't tell me why."

"Can't a girl just feel like taking a walk," I joked. I wished now I'd thought of a better explanation, but I'd already been gone for a while by the time I'd been able to text Krista. I didn't have the time to put a lot of thought into my explanation, and I definitely wasn't in a good frame of mind after what Tamara had done to me.

"You can tell me anything. You know that, right?"

I sincerely doubted that, but I could tell she wasn't going to be happy until she received an answer that made sense to her.

"You're not going to let this go, are you?"

She silently raised her eyebrows at me, but the meaning was clear.

I sighed. "Alright. I left because I was feeling uncomfortable. It's one thing to know you have a crush on Tamara but it's another to see the two of you together in a store like that."

"What are you talking about?" Krista asked, obviously confused. She was going to make me spell it out.

"I couldn't help but imagining the two of you using some of the things in that store together."

She paused a moment in surprise. "I thought you were OK with... how I am."

"I am! Really. It's just-it's an adjustment. I think what affected me the most was just realizing that you've grown up. You've turned into this smart, confident, sexy woman, and I'm not sure when that happened."

She smiled. "Nothing's changed. I've always been smart, confident, and sexy."

We both laughed. She scooted closer to me and got a mischievous look on her face.

"Now are you going to cheer up, or am I going to have to tickle you?"

"You wouldn't!" I screamed as I shielded myself with a pillow and tried to put distance between us. She threw off the covers and tackled me, throwing a bare leg over me as she sat on top of me.

That's when I panicked. I was still wearing the chastity belt that Tamara had forced onto me last night in the bathroom stall, and Krista was dangerously close to sitting on it.

"OK. I'm cheered up!" I exclaimed, urgently trying to force an end to the encounter.

"Too late!" Suddenly her fingers were everywhere, and I couldn't stop laughing.

I pushed her off hurriedly and rolled off the bed onto the floor.

"Stop that!" I said in a light-hearted manner but was secretly still recovering from my near panic attack. That had been too close for comfort.

"I'm sorry," she laughed, "I couldn't resist. I won't do it again."

"I know you won't," I teased back, "Because I'm going to go take a shower."

*****

I probably needed a shower, but that wasn't why I was taking one. I wanted some time to collect my thoughts. I needed time to process everything that happened during my recent, and unexpected, encounter with Tamara. I let the hot water wash over my body as I dwelled on the events of the previous night.

I spent a while on the bathroom floor after Tamara had her way with me. Despite my best efforts to wipe her thick, sticky cum from my face before exiting the stall, it seemed pointless. Without a mirror, I may as well have been blind as far as cleaning up my appearance went. Initially, I'd wiped my face with my hands before I realized what a truly terrible idea that was. I then proceeded to follow up that bit of brilliance by wiping my hands on my clothes. The worst part was that my hands and face still felt sticky, and now the smell of her arousal was everywhere.

I waited until the restroom was empty before making my way to a mirror to clean myself up. I knew no one would have any idea what had just happened to me, but somehow eye contact from anyone made me uncomfortable. Despite what I kept telling myself, I couldn't help but feel like they somehow knew-knew that I was covered in another woman's cum and that my jeans were concealing a chastity belt. I could tell somewhat it was there, but I hoped no one else could. It was mostly the locks that bulged slightly through the fabric of my clothing. As I began my lonely trek home, I avoided human contact while using my cell phone to tell Krista as much as I could-which was basically nothing.

Since then, everything felt surreal; I was in a constant daze. It wasn't that I was confused about how I felt. No, that wasn't it at all. I felt trapped and violated. And above all, I felt disgusted-disgusted at the memory of Tamara's warm, dripping wet pussy squishing against my lips and the overpowering smell of her arousal in my nostrils. Disgusted at the thought I'd been so thoroughly violated as to have Tamara's cum-covered toy forced into my ass. However, I was mostly disgusted at myself. She'd caused me to orgasm not once, but twice. She'd shown me that I was not even in control of my own body. She'd violated me-taken something I would never get back, and I'd enjoyed it. I wouldn't have thought it possible to be so disgusted and repulsed by something and yet simultaneously have an intense orgasm from it. Was I going to wake up tomorrow suddenly craving her scent-her taste?

The chastity belt she'd slid around my waist before abandoning me on the bathroom floor was a constant reminder-a reminder not only of how trapped I truly was, but that Tamara now owned my sex. The plug she'd forced inside my vagina was particularly uncomfortable at first. Every time I walked or sat anywhere, it was there to remind me-to mock me.

The shower used to be place of solace and comfort. It had often been the one place where I always felt comfortable pleasuring myself in the past. However, I had little interest in that these days. The last time I'd tried, unpleasant images of Tamara kept popping into my mind, and it killed any possible interest in self-pleasure. And with everything going on, I hadn't felt much like indulging myself for quite a while. Despite that fact, I certainly didn't like the contraption Tamara had forced upon me. I slid my fingers between my legs to test the restrictions of the belt. Sure enough, I was unsurprised to find my access to my own body was severely restricted.

I felt a wave of frustration. Seriously, who would do this to another person? Well, I could outlast her. Even before everything had happened, I'd never been one to masturbate with excessive frequency. However, whether it was due to my recent double orgasm reigniting my sexual urges, the plug currently trapped deeply inside of my vagina, or my body simply rebelling against Tamara's attempts to control it, I had been ever so slightly aroused the entire morning. Whatever the reason, it was certainly counter-productive for my body to start reacting this way when I couldn't do anything about it. However, there was one thing of which I was completely certain. There was no way I was ever going to need sexual release badly enough to willingly put my tongue anywhere near Tamara's nasty snatch. She was deluding herself if she thought otherwise. She actually expected me to not only give in to her ridiculous demands, but she actually expected me to enjoy it.

I kept trying to understand why Tamara would do this to me, what she wanted from me, and what I could do to stop her. However, I was increasingly coming to the realization that Tamara was a sociopath. She didn't seem to want anything other than to torment and degrade me. I was never quite sure if her orgasmic exploits were her main objective or just a fringe benefit of humiliating me.

As I stepped out of the shower, I stared at the belt around my waist. It was hard to get used to seeing myself wearing it. I made a half-hearted effort to remove it immediately after Tamara had left, but it quickly became clear that it wasn't going to come off easily. On a whim, I dug through the drawer and found a nail file. I picked a random lock and slid the file over the lock a few times. I succeeded only in wearing away the nail file instead of the lock. I would clearly need a much stronger file to make any progress with this approach. However, I suspected even a good file would take far too long to wear away the metal of multiple locks. I turned the file toward the keyhole in an attempt to pick the lock. It looked easy enough in TV shows. For the life of me, I couldn't remember what they used to pick locks on T.V., but I knew I'd seen it done with a hair pin. I slid the file into the key hole and wiggled it around. I had no idea how locks actually worked, but I had a lock when I was younger I'd been able to pop open in a similar manner. Granted, that was a pretty dinky kid's lock, but I was hopeful a similar strategy would work here too.

After a while of twisting and pushing the file into the lock, I grew frustrated by my lack of progress. In irritation, I shoved the file deeply into the lock and twisted it hard while pulling it to the side. To my chagrin, the file snapped leaving a piece of the file tip wedged inside the lock. I swore silently under my breath. I'd had the stupid thing on for less than 24 hours and I'd already broken the damn thing. 

*****

"Earth to Sara," Krista interrupted my thoughts, "Either that's the most interesting cereal bowl you've ever seen, or something is still bothering you."

"Sorry," I smiled, "I'll be fine." I resumed spooning cereal out of my bowl. I was still bothered by the fact I'd broken one of the locks on the chastity belt.

"You're not having second thoughts about us practicing kissing, are you?"

"Second thoughts?" I asked, confused. I put the spoon down.

"After last night. I thought maybe you were considering backing out."

"It hadn't even occurred to me, actually," I replied. "Although I did assume you'd probably have changed your mind after the other night."

"Other night?" She looked very confused.

"New Year's. Midnight? You kissed me."

"I what?!" She exclaimed.

"You really don't remember?"

"Hell, no! We really kissed?"

"Yeah. And you were a natural," I lied. "You came home drunk and gave me a kiss to celebrate the New Year."

"For real? I don't remember that at all! That doesn't count," She protested.

"No, really. It was a really good kiss. I honestly don't even think you need the practice." I hoped I could convince her to just drop the whole thing.

"Really?" She asked, still looking a little disappointed.

"Really."

"Well, OK. At least I wasn't awful, especially drunk, right?" She brightened slightly.

"Exactly." I hugged her.

Krista checked the time on her phone. "I hate to run, but I need to head out for a bit to pick up my paycheck from work. And I have some errands to run afterward."

"You haven't been working much lately. Is everything alright at work?"

Krista sighed. "They've been slowly cutting my hours down to almost nothing. Business has been slow lately, and I'm worried they might not keep me around much longer."

I had mixed feelings. I hated for her to lose her job, but the more she was around, the safer it would be for me.

"Alright, well... I'll see you when you get back?"

"Absolutely! We should do something later," Krista suggested nonchalantly.

"Let's do it. Oh, and I told Tamara I'd call her after I got back to see if she's free to hang out when I'm done." Krista mentioned casually as she threw on her coat and started toward the door.

"Wait," I stopped her as I realized the gravity of the situation. "You told Tamara you were going out?"

"Yeah, why?

"Did you tell her how long you were going to be gone?" I asked, ignoring her question.

"Uh. I don't know. I may have told her a few hours. Why? What's this all about?" Krista asked.

"Nevermind, it's nothing. I just wanted to know what to say in case she calls the house."

"If she calls the house, tell her to call my cell phone." Krista laughed.

"Right! Duh." I laughed as I mocked myself. The minute Krista closed the door, I darted upstairs. I was still in my pajamas, and there wasn't a moment to lose.

I worried constantly that while Krista was at work, Tamara would sneak into our home and I'd be at her mercy for hours on end. The fact that Tamara knew that I was going to be home alone for the next few hours meant I wasn't safe here. In fact, I was already at risk. The longer I was alone in the house, the greater the chance I was going to run into Tamara.

When I closed the front door, I prayed no would see me and wonder why I was running around outside barefoot wearing nothing but jeans and a bra. I tossed my shoes and a shirt into the passenger seat. I didn't bother to brush my hair or teeth. Hell, I'd left a half-eaten bowl of cereal on the table. I didn't care where I went. I just needed to be out of the house and somewhere Tamara wouldn't find me. I could finish dressing on the way.

The place I ended up was a nearby park. I figured anywhere public should guarantee reasonable safety. I found some bleachers and sat down as I mulled over my situation. I had broken one of the locks on the belt. If I couldn't fix it, there was no way to stop Tamara from discovering that. So, I reasoned, there was no reason not to just cut the lock off-or hire a locksmith. I'd be in trouble either way. Perhaps it wasn't the most sound reasoning I'd ever displayed, but it wasn't hard for me to find a reason to remove the damn thing. I decided to try the hardware store first and see what they had that could remove locks. I wasn't very keen on explaining the situation to a locksmith.

As I looked around, I noticed there was a basketball court a few feet in front of me. As a bonus, there were a few hot guys out on the court throwing a basketball around. It was hard to turn my eyes away and, after seeing the players, I definitely wasn't in any hurry to vacate my seat. I grinned as I watched like a pervert. They seemed to be playing shirts versus skins, and it was the skins I was interested in. Shirts off and sweaty, tanned muscles shining in the midday sun-I was getting more than a little turned on just watching them.

One of the players made a bad throw, and the ball ended up near my feet. One of the shirtless athletes jogged over to retrieve it.

"Sara?"

I stared in surprise as I realized we knew each other.

"Mike!?" I exclaimed awkwardly.

"I go by Michael now." He smiled.

I felt myself melt into a puddle. I had the biggest crush on Mike-Michael when we were in high school, but I wasn't ever sure he even knew my name.

"Michael, then." I grinned like an idiot. "It's been a while."

"Yeah, no kidding! How have you been? You look amazing." He smiled.

There it was again. It was amazing how differently people acted once they left high school. He had never smiled at me before. He had never even spoken to me.

"I've been doing really well." I smiled back. "And you look great too."

"Hey... I've gotta run this ball back, but if you're free, we should hang out after the game."

As he ran the ball back, I felt like a schoolgirl with an adolescent crush; Butterflies had invaded my stomach in full force. I waited anxiously for the game to end so we could resume our conversation. I wasn't sure what he'd meant by hanging out. Was it a date?

The game finally ended, and after a few minutes everyone started dispersing. Michael jogged over.

"Hey. I'm glad you didn't leave. Still up for doing something?"

"Absolutely." I smiled.

"My place isn't too far of a walk. Do you mind if we stop by there quickly so I can change?"

"I have my car. I can drive us," I offered.

"I'd rather walk. But if you walk there with me, I can drive you back."

"Sure. Sounds good to me," I shrugged. I would have agreed with anything he asked, especially since it likely meant more alone time together.

As the two of us walked together in the brisk winter air, we exchanged contact information. I had apparently left home in such a hurry that I'd neglected to grab my cell phone, but thankfully had a pen and scrap of paper. As I pocketed his digits, we caught each other up on everything we'd been up to since graduation. He was in the process of saving for college, and working until he had enough money saved. I sounded like It seemed like I had even less going on in my life than he did unless you counted everything with Tamara, but I was hardly going to bring that up to him. It was just nice talking to someone new for a change. It felt like Tamara and Krista had been the only people I'd spent any amount of time with lately. I'd had a lot of friends in high school, but many of them moved away or we'd simply drifted apart. I hadn't realized how much I missed hanging out with friends until that moment.

After about twenty minutes of walking, we reached his apartment. It was small but nice for what it was. It was minimally furnished but looked better than I would have expected from many single guys his age. At least there weren't any naked women on the walls. While he changed, I browsed through his movie collection. I pulled out a particular DVD and was reading the back when I heard his voice behind me.

"Great movie. Have you seen it?"

"Uh, no. But I'd love to watch it some time," I responded. I still wasn't sure if this counted as a date, but I figured it couldn't hurt to throw out a few hints.

"You know, I'm not really feeling much like going out anymore. We could watch it now... if you want," he offered.

"Uh-" I needed to get to the hardware store before too long, but surely the movie would be over with plenty of time to spare. "Sure," I shrugged nonchalantly, "Why not?"

The movie lasted longer than I expected, and I'd spent the entire time wishing I was snuggled up next to him, but it seemed a bit too forward to actually do so. He was right though, it was a good movie. I looked at the clock. It was almost four in the afternoon, and I wasn't sure when the hardware store closed. 

"Well, that was fun." I stood up, intending to work my way to the door. "I'm glad we did this, but-" I was about to ask him for a ride back to my car when he interrupted me.

"Yeah, me too. I was always too shy to talk to you in high school," he stood with me.

"I-I-what?" I stammered. All thought of leaving disappeared. Where was he going with this?

"Yeah. I always thought you were so beautiful, but for some reason I found it really hard to talk to you."

"Y-you thought I was beautiful?" The hardware store could wait. It would probably be open until late evening, I reasoned.

He brushed his fingers through my hair. "I thought you were the most beautiful girl in the entire school." My stomach tightened into knots as he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. The butterflies were back in full force.

We continued to kiss awkwardly as he guided me back down to the couch. I could tell he was a much more practiced kisser than I was, but I hoped he wouldn't notice how inexperienced I was.

We continued to make out on the couch, slowly getting more comfortable. It wasn't long before I was laying with my head on the arm of the couch and he lay between my legs. His hands drifted slowly down my face and over my body. When I felt his fingers skirt around the edge of my left breast, I started to feel a little uncomfortable. I took his hand and moved it back to my shoulder, and he went back to caressing my neck and hair with his strong hands. However, it wasn't long before his hand had snuck back to my breast again. I was starting to get very turned on and it was getting harder to want to stop him, but I wasn't a slut despite Tamara's opinion on the matter. I moved his hand a second time, but he was nothing if not persistent. After the third or fourth time, I let it stay where it was. After all, it wasn't doing any harm there, was it?




Curious Girls Ch. 14-15



I loved the way his hands felt as they massaged my chest and the feel of his lips on my neck. I knew things were moving fast, but I didn't want him to stop. I also didn't want to give Michael the idea I wasn't interested. I'd fantasized about this happening so many times when I was younger, it was surreal to be here with him now. His stubble grazed my skin as he sucked softly on my neck causing goosebumps to ripple through my body.

He reached down and lifted my shirt over my head. I didn't even have time to figure out if I should stop him before it was off. The only thought running through my head was that him taking my shirt off gave me the right to remove his too. Somewhere in the back of my mind, there was a voice telling me I should slow things down, but I could stop things at any time, right? The question was, how far was I willing to let things go?

I pulled his shirt off and he tossed it to the side while I stared in awe at his tanned skin, smooth chest, and firm pectorals. I'd seen him without his shirt when he was playing basketball, but this was different somehow. I rolled him off the couch onto the floor, landing on top of him. He looked at me with surprise, but he didn't seem to mind. I pressed my lips against his before making my way down his neck to his chest. I kissed all over his chest, gently teasing his nipples with my tongue, and generally just enjoying the way his firm pectorals felt against my lips. He ran his fingers through my hair as my lips trailed down his washboard abs, and I felt him gently applying pressure to my head until my face was hovering over the crotch of his jeans. I could tell he was turned on, and I loved knowing that I was the one responsible for the bulge in his jeans.

I found myself staring in awkward discomfort. It seemed like he was waiting for something to happen. 

"Michael, what-" I started to ask as he slid his hands down to his jeans, slowly pulling down his zipper. He reached through the opening in his pants.

"Michael, wait. What are you doing?!" I asked as a panicked feeling came over me.

"What? I thought you wanted to..." He looked a little flustered.

"No! I mean, I do. I-I don't think I'm ready for this quite yet. We only just started talking again."

"No, you're right. I understand," he said reluctantly. He thought for a moment before brightening. "What about if I go first?" He asked as he flipped me onto my back and started to unfasten my jeans.

My mind was a whirlpool of desire and lust. I desperately wanted to let him continue. The thought of him between my legs was intensely arousing. However, I wasn't sure I was in the right state of mind to be making these types of decisions. This was going way better than I'd ever fantasized. I was so wet by now, and thinking about him getting me off with his mouth was only doing me in faster. I wondered idly if having a boyfriend would help protect me from Tamara. Tamara-the belt! Fuck! I panicked.

"Michael, wait." I grabbed his hands. "Why don't we save that for next time," I winked at him.

"Or you could lie back and enjoy your self this time... and we can do it again next time too." He grinned as he finished pulling my zipper down.

"Michael, stop!" I pushed him off of me in a panic and leapt to my feet.

"Sorry," he said sheepishly. "I was just playing around. I wasn't going to make you do anything you didn't want."

"I'm leaving now," I said with a mix of irritation and panic as I zipped my jeans back up and grabbed my shirt. I couldn't believe he'd kept trying after I said no.

"Sara, wait..." he protested as I closed the door hurriedly behind me.

I caught my breath as I walked back toward the park. I'd nearly given into him. In fact, I might have let things go much further had it not been for the chastity belt. I wasn't sure yet if i was thankful the belt stopped me or not. At the moment, it was hard to see it as anything but a hassle.

As I arrived at my car, I realized with panic that my car keys were missing. I searched my pockets but found nothing. Had I lost them earlier in the park? Under the bleachers? I walked the park several times, looking carefully over everywhere I had been. I was about to give up when it hit me. I must have lost them at Michael's apartment. It was a twenty minute walk back, and they might not even be there. Fuck. It sure would be nice to have a phone right now.

I didn't want to deal with him again after the way I'd left things. I sighed. If I was going to try to turn this into a relationship, I would have to speak with him again soon or later anyway. Now that I had gotten some distance, I wondered if perhaps I had been a bit too hasty with him.

I reluctantly walked all the way back and knocked on the apartment door. Michael answered.

"Sara?" He asked in surprise. "Look, I'm sorry about before."

"It's OK." I smiled. "I overreacted. I hope I didn't insult or embarrass you because I really like you. I'm not used to being so intimate with anyone, and I just need things to move a bit slower."

"It's perfectly fine, I understand completely. So, you'd be up for hanging out again some time soon?"

"Absolutely." I smiled. "Oh, and one of the reasons I came back was I think I may have left my keys here?"

"Oh? Come on in. We'll see if we can find them."

I hesitated. "No. Probably best if I don't come in right now. I have to be somewhere, and if I come in again, I may not be able to leave." I winked at him.

"Fair enough," He grinned. He disappeared for a few minutes before returning with my keys. "Yep, they were in the couch. You know, if you're going to leave things behind, you're supposed to give me enough time to actually call you back."

We laughed and, before parting ways again, he leaned in and kissed me. I was glad we'd patched things up. I was cautiously optimistic that I could somehow use this to my advantage. At a minimum, he'd give me somewhere safe I could go and be free from Tamara when Krista wasn't around. As a best case, once we got closer, perhaps I could tell him everything that had happened and have him help me. But, if I was going to win his heart quickly, I was going to need to get this belt off. I doubted he was exactly going to jump at the idea of inviting me to live with him when I wouldn't have sex with him.

I took a deep breath. I was getting way too ahead of myself, but I was excited by the possibilities. I never would have considered jumping so quickly into things with a man before, but I wanted so badly to be safe from Tamara that I would have done almost anything. I just had to make sure I didn't scare him off by being overly eager. Still, perhaps letting him go down on me would be an acceptable level of intimacy for now. I grinned at the thought. Oh, sure, I also liked the thought of giving him head, but I couldn't stop thinking about him between my legs.

I walked all the way back to my car again and, with keys in hand, finally made my way to the hardware store. I arrived to find they'd already closed for the evening. According to their sign, they closed at six. The clock in my car read twelve minutes after six. I couldn't believe I'd just missed my window. If I hadn't lost my keys, I would have made it with time to spare. I cursed my terrible luck.

*****

As I reached home, I decided to check the garage to see if I could find anything useful. My dad's workshop hadn't been touched since he passed. Neither Krista nor myself knew anything about tools, so it hadn't even occurred to me until now to check . As I rummaged through his collection of tools, I may as well have been reading a foreign language. I couldn't find anything that looked like it was made to cut through a lock. As I was about to give up in defeat, I spotted a small lock with a key inside the keyhole. Of course! Why hadn't that occurred to me before? Could a lock be all it took to make my bedroom safe again? It would be perfect timing since I wasn't comfortable sharing a bed with my sister anymore-not while wearing the chastity belt.

Sure enough, the lock fit perfectly in the latch Tamara had installed on my window. There was now a lock both on the outside and on the inside, but it meant Tamara wouldn't be able to get in the window anymore. She could still enter through the bedroom door, but I would look into changing the lock before she stayed the night again. I collapsed onto my bed and slowly drifted off. Finally, sweet safety.

*****

I awoke to the sensation that someone else was in my bed with me. I resisted the urge to panic and cautiously opened my eyes. In the darkness above me, I could just make out something above me. I was abruptly blinded by the lamp on my night stand. I squinted as my eyes struggled to adjust, and I felt the weight of someone shifting in bed while straddling my stomach. I felt knees press against my upper arms.

"Wake up, Sara! It's time to play," a familiar voice goaded me.

As my eyes adjust to the light, I was not at all surprised to see Tamara was sitting on top of my chest looking down at me.

"Tamara? What the he-How did you get in here?"

"You know what was really strange," Tamara asked as she looked down at me. "Somehow a lock ended up on your side of the window, but I know you would never do that. You enjoy our visits too much."

"Tamara, please... what do you want?"

"I already told you. I want to play."

"Well, I don't want to play. I want to sleep." I insisted.

"How can you be tired? I'm wide awake!"

"How did you even get in here? The window was locked."

"It was very fortunate for the both of us that I came to see you earlier this evening. But, you weren't here, so I decided to wait and surprise you."

"You were in my room the whole time?" My mouth went dry. I realized I'd never checked the outside lock before bed. I just assumed it would still be there. How did she always seem to be one step ahead of me? Or was I just the unluckiest woman in the world? 

"Yep. I was in your closet, but I accidentally fell asleep for a couple of hours. Hence the reason I'm wide awake right now-that and excitement about finally getting to resume our training."

She seemed legitimately excited. She couldn't stop smiling and bouncing with anticipation. I couldn't believe I'd actually thought I might be safe in my own room.

"Tamara, I'm not gay, and I'm never going to be. No matter how much you may wish I was into you, it's never going to happen. I'm sorry, but I'm sure there has to be someone else you can explore your sexuality with."

"You are so in denial. I've seen you watching me. I've see the way you stare at my tits when you think I'm not looking-the way you watch my ass when you follow behind me. Don't get me wrong, I can't blame you. I do have some nice... assets." She laughed. "But, I can tell what you're thinking. I can see in your eyes how badly you want to please me. Why is it so hard for you to admit to yourself?"

I sighed in defeat. I'd have a better chance of winning an argument against a brick wall.

"Now... let's get that belt off of you and see if we can't both have a little fun," she continued, grinning.

As she turned her head and reached backward, I attempting to surprise her by shoving her off of me. I got as far as lifting my arms halfway into the air before they were jerked back toward the headboard. I hadn't realized my arms had been restrained with twine. The line was tied around my wrists, wrapped around the bed posts and it ended in Tamara's hand. With everything else going on, I hadn't noticed her holding the rope lines. They allowed her to pull my arms down simply by tugging the ropes. She must have tied them carefully around my wrists while I slept.

"I can't wait to cum on your mouth again," she moaned, "I'm already getting wet just thinking about it."

She held the ropes taut with one hand while stroking my hair with the other. She partitioned my hair into two segments, and carefully tied each rope end to a makeshift pigtail.

As she released my wrists, it only took one attempt for me to realize the effectiveness of what she'd done. I yanked at my restraints to feel an unexpected pain shoot through my scalp. The harder I struggled to escape, the more I hurt myself.

She grinned. "You just lie there while I make us both comfortable."

She descended from the bed onto the floor. She was right about one thing. It was hard not to notice the way her cleavage bounced in her low-cut shirt. Her breasts always looked like they were trying to burst through her clothing, and even more so when she had them on partial display. I couldn't help think how many men, and even women, would have loved to see Tamara's breasts. Hell, I couldn't help wonder what lengths Krista would go to in order to get a glimpse under Tamara's shirt. Yet, I would have done almost anything to get her to stop showing them to me. And true to form, her shirt was already over half off.

Her hair fell away as her shirt pulled free. Her black bra stood out in stark contrast to her pale white breasts. She sucked her lower lip between her teeth and bit gently as she reached behind her back. I realized I had a very short window of opportunity to escape, and using the time to stare at Tamara's tits was hardly a good use of that time. Yet, I couldn't help it. The way her naked breasts swayed and bounced was always hypnotic to me. When they popped out of her bra, it was always like they were thanking her for freeing them. Her large, pink areolas and erect nipple also stood out against her skin, as if they were proudly on display and demanding attention.

As her bra fell to the floor, I shook my head and focused. I had to get my arms free before she came back. I wiggled on the bed, slowly inching my way toward the headboard. If I could get close enough, perhaps I could give my arms enough slack to untie the knots in my hair. Tamara massaged her breasts gently; Her hands seemed so small in comparison. I returned my attention once again to my restraints. I was now able to reach my hair with my arms, and I slowly started picking at the knots.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing?" Tamara exclaimed angrily.

"Wha-? No-nothing." I stammered.

She quickly grabbed my ankles and tugged, pulling me back toward the food of the bed and simultaneously yanking my arms back. Pain shot through my head as my hair got pulled in the process. She quickly reached to the floor and pulled out the twine she'd used to tie my arms.

"Tamara, no! Please."

"I know you're scared, but this is for your own good, Sara." Tamara insisted as she lay topless across my legs, her large, soft breasts mashing against my legs. She wrapped the twine around my right leg, tying it firmly into a knot. She pulled the twine under the bed around the bedpost, and then the other, using it to hold my leg firmly against the bed while she laid over the left. I tried to struggle, but she was easily able to get the twine around my left leg and finish tying it off such that both of my legs were now restrained.

"Tamara. Please stop this! I know I was pretty mean to you at times, and I realize I should have apologized to you much sooner than I did. But, remember how we got to this point? You have more than made me sorry for the way I treated you."

In response, Tamara simply stood back and unzipped her jeans.

"Tamara! Things have gone too far. You have to stop this instant!" I tried once again.

Tamara's jeans fell to the floor revealing her firm, freckled legs.

"Tamara! Stop! Just end this now, and I promise no one will ever have to know."

I watched with resignation as her panties dropped to the floor. She straddled my legs and crawled over my body, her breasts hanging down and swaying rhythmically as she did. She stopped to sit on my chest.

"You know, you could end this at any time. All you have to do is give in." She paused. "I'll tell you what. If you lick me once-and I mean really lick me-I'll leave you alone."

I was stunned. Was she being honest? Or was she trying to trick me?

"A-Are you for real?" I asked uncertainly.

"Absolutely. You give me a quality orgasm with your tongue, and if you don't decide then and there that you want to give me a second orgasm, I'll never bother you again."

I was torn. Tamara had shown me time and time again she couldn't be trusted. However, I had no doubt in my mind that things never would have progressed this far if only I'd pacified her much earlier. I still kicked myself when I thought about how easy Tamara had tried to be on me. She'd only demanded that I let her sit on my face for a single hour, and I'd refused. Since then, I'd lost count of the number of hours I'd spent with my face wedged between her ass cheeks. And I especially didn't want to think of the number of hours my face had been in her pussy. I shuddered and then sighed in resignation.

I was repulsed by the thought, more than I'd ever been by anything before, but I was too afraid of what Tamara was becoming. She was out of control, and there was no escape in sight for me. If I had this chance, didn't I have to try? I didn't really see how things could get worse, but somehow Tamara had kept finding new ways to humiliate me.

"OK." My mouth was dry. "I'll do it."

Tamara's mouth suddenly grew into the biggest smile I'd ever seen.

"Really? This is so exciting! You're going to love it so much you'll never want to stop."

I was sure that wasn't true. If she tasted half as bad as she smelled, I already knew I was in for a very unpleasant experience.

"You have to promise though. If I do this, and I don't like it, you'll really leave me alone."

"Trust me," Tamara grinned, "You're going to like it."

"Promise me."

"OK! I promise," She exclaimed in annoyance.

No matter how many times I licked my lips, they still felt dry. Tamara scooted closer, her hairy mound slowly moved directly over my mouth. Staring so closely at her mound was already causing me to have second thoughts. It somehow looked even more repulsive to me now that I was contemplating pleasuring her with my mouth. My lips parted, and I slowly stuck out my tongue. Millimeter by millimeter, it got closer to Tamara. With each smidgen more I stuck out my tongue, I anticipated her taste filling my mouth. I knew it wouldn't be long. I just hoped it didn't cause me to gag too badly. I felt her curly pubic hair against my tongue, and I cringed.

"Wait!" Tamara exclaimed, pulling away from my mouth. "If you're going to do this for me, I should make sure you enjoy yourself too.

"What? What are you talking about?" I asked, enjoying my temporary reprieve.

"Like last time. That means it's time to take that belt off!"

"No!" I exclaimed, surprising us both. "It's OK. You don't have to do anything for me."

Despite my protests, she climbed off the bed and grabbed a key out of her pocket. She began unlocking locks on my chastity belt, quickly nearing the the one I'd jammed.

"Tamara, please... just let me focus on taking care of you. I don't want to be distracted from giving you the best experience I can."

She paused for a moment. "Tempting. However, as much as I want to believe you'll love how I taste, there's no point in throwing away any opportunity to help guarantee your enjoyment."

She slid the key in and tried to turn it. Then she tried again.

"What the-it won't open." Tamara exclaimed in surprise, examining the lock more closely.

"Tamara-wait!"

"You little fucker," she exclaimed, "You broke this lock trying to remove it, didn't you!"

"No! Tamara, I don't know what you're talking about," I lied.

"So, a piece of metal just happened to get stuck in the lock attached to your waist, and you're going to claim someone else did it?"

"I-I don't know what happened." I plead in fear.

She grabbed her panties off the floor and climbed quickly back onto the bed and re-straddled my chest.




Curious Girls Ch. 14-15



"Please-"

Before I knew what was happening, her fingers stung my cheek bringing tears to my eyes. Before I could react, she shoved her panties between my lips, forcing them entirely into my mouth. She slapped me a second time.

"I was going to go to be so nice to you. We had a deal, and I really was going to let you go. And then you go and pull this shit? The deal's off."

She slapped me a third time, but the panties were effective at muffling my protests. She was clearly angry.

"I've been looking forward to this all day, and you've ruined everything."

I spat the panties out.

"Tamara, there's no reason our deal can't still hold."

"You betrayed me." Her eyes narrowed in anger. "I've changed my mind. You don't deserve to orgasm. As badly as I want to feel your tongue, you're going to have to get on your knees and beg before I let you taste me."

I sighed. I wasn't sure if I was disappointed or not by this new development.

"Well, then can you let me go now?"

"I said you're not allowed to orgasm. I didn't say your training was over." Tamara mused as she climbed off the bed and grabbed something out of her purse. "Besides, I don't get you in this position nearly enough lately, and I hate to waste an opportunity."

"But you said that you weren't going to-" I trailed off. I couldn't bring myself to say it.

"Wasn't going to what? Fuck your face?" Tamara said crudely.

"Well, yes." I blushed.

She climbed back onto the bed, turning so she was facing my feet. Her red hair curled as it flowed down her back, obscuring much of her skin. The only part it didn't obscure was the part I really wished it would.

"I don't see why your training has to be so limited. You need to learn to enjoy every part of my body, not just my pussy. For example, I don't think you've ever appreciated my ass nearly enough."

She lowered her large, but firm ass so that it was just barely touching my face, rubbing her soft skin slowly back and forth over my face, my nose partially sliding into her cheeks. I'd always thought a rock hard ass on a man was incredibly sexy, but I never realized just how nasty asses could be until Tamara. If you'd asked me a year ago what was the most humiliating thing I could be forced to do, I'd probably have said kissing someone's ass. But Tamara had shown me that not only was it more embarrassing being forced to lick someone's ass but it was ten times worse when that ass belonged to another woman. And it certainly didn't help when I hated that woman with every fiber of my being. I turned my head away, but she was as quick as ever to react. She reached behind her and pulled my head straight, locking it between her legs.

"Tamara, your ass is so nasty. I'm never going to enjoy having it on my face. Besides, what makes you think this time would be any different than every-" I was abruptly muffled as she let her weight rest on my nose and mouth. A moment later, she sat back up.

"That's because you weren't wearing your belt before." She sat back on my face for a few minutes before sitting up again.

I gasped for oxygen. "But, you said you can't get the belt off." I protested in confusion.

"Lucky for you, I don't need to," She smiled. "Not when I have this."

I couldn't see what she was holding. The only thing I could see was Tamara's ass hovering over my face. As she descended, I was back to seeing nothing at all as my head disappeared into her soft, warm cheeks. Tamara didn't have an excessively large ass by any stretch, but it was large enough that it had no trouble fully encompassing a good half my head.

I heard a click, and I was shocked as I felt vibrating between my legs. Not just between, the vibrations carried all the way through my body. I squirmed, trying to get away from what I assumed was a vibrator Tamara was using to stimulate me through the belt. That was why I was surprised when I felt both of her hands her pulling roughly on her two makeshift ponytails. As she pulled my head tightly into her ass cheeks she wiggled her ass roughly on my face. I suspected Tamara wouldn't be happy until she literally managed to get squeeze my head entirely inside her ass hole. I was reminded of the terrible dreams I'd had where that had actually happened. It scared me to think about what it would be like if that was actually possible. I had no doubt that Tamara wouldn't hesitate to do exactly as she'd done in my dreams. As I continued trying to squirm away, I realized the belt itself was vibrating, and sending those vibrations all the way up into my body through the vaginal plug Tamara and forced into me.

Most of Tamara's 131 lbs were forcing my face into her ass cheeks, and it felt nice. Well, her ass crushing my head wasn't specifically enjoyable, but it was hard to separate the two feelings in my mind. It wasn't a strong vibration, not nearly enough for me to reach orgasm, but it felt annoyingly nice.

"Before long," Tamara continued, "You're not just going to get turned on at the thought of making me cum, but at the thought of sucking my nipples, licking my ass-maybe even my sweaty armpits. I could even train you so you would get wet from me spitting on you. Well, wetter," she laughed. " She was getting excited as she thought about all the prospects. "I wonder if I could train you to get turned on by me farting in your face," She laughed. "So much potential, so little time. In fact, I bet with enough training, you'll be drenched the moment I enter the same room. My very presence will turn you on so much that you'll be powerless to do anything but get on your knees and beg me to cover your face with my cum."

I wanted to protest, but I knew any words I managed to get out would be swallowed by her ass as effortlessly as it swallowed my face. She bounced gently, giving me just enough oxygen between bounces to keep my lungs from burning too severely. Each time, I was able to open my eyes just long enough to see her white, freckled ass coming back down. After a while, she let her weight rest on my face, enjoying the power that came with controlling my breath.

"I'd forgotten how satisfying it was to have that smug face of yours between my ass cheeks. Too bad I didn't bring a book. I could sit here all day."

I tried several times to turn my head away. However, each time I tried, she simply shifted her ass to the side and caught my face between her cheeks, using it to turn my face upward. She eventually sat up and allowed me a moment to catch my breath.

"Kiss my ass," she demanded. It was hard for me to focus on much other than the vibrating between my legs; It just kept going.

I reluctantly puckered my lips, kissing her soft skin. It was amazing how an ass like hers could look so good from a distance, but absolutely repulsive up close. She didn't say anything, so I continued to kiss her skin as she moved over my face allowing me access to the rest of her ass. This continued for what felt like forever.

"It feel so good to feel your lips on my ass," she moaned. "For future reference, that's a great way to show me you know your place." She slid her hands over her buttocks and separated them with her fingers. "Now, lick my asshole. I know how much you love that."

I was going crazy with how amazing the vibrating between my legs was feeling, but I tried to ignore the feelings of arousal as I forced my tongue against her asshole. The last thing I wanted to associate with the intense feelings of pleasure I was feeling was the taste of her ass on my tongue. Suddenly, the vibrations between my legs stopped allowing me to collect my thoughts for a moment.

"Damn, has it been thirty minutes already?" She grinned. "Your belt has an auto-shut off timer. It only will stay on for thirty minutes at a time. I guess time flies when you're having fun, eh?" I heard a click and the belt resumed vibrating. Damn it! I was already getting so wet and yet the vibrations were nowhere nearly intense enough to do more than tease. With my nose pressed between her cheeks, I continued licking the full length of Tamara's ass. She was "kind" enough to keep her cheeks spread widely for me while I worked away, focusing on her anus.

"Fuck, that's nice. Keep doing that," She urged.

I had no idea how long it had been, but my tongue was starting to get sore. How could she not get bored of this?! The belt stopped vibrating once again. Damn. Did that mean I'd been licking Tamara's ass for a full half of an hour? I felt disgusted, especially once I realized that without the distraction of the vibrations, I was acutely aware of how unpleasant her ass actually was. Her smell and taste permeated my senses, flooding into my nose and over my tongue. I couldn't believe how oblivious I'd been with pleasure radiating through my body.

She moaned, "It's hard to believe it's already been another thirty minutes. I guess you can have a break from licking my ass." She turned around. "I was worried that you might be getting too numb down there, but I have a surprise for you. It turns out this vibrator can vibrate patterns too."

"Tamara, please. It's been an hour. Isn't that enough?"

"Hmmmmmm... no, actually. Not by a long shot." She leaned over, letting her breasts hang over my face. "It's been too long since I've felt your lips on my breasts as well," she moaned."

No matter how many times I saw them, I never failed to be surprised by how big her breasts were up close. She slowly rubbed her clearly erect nipples against my lips.

"Suck them. You know you've missed it."

I didn't bother resisting her. I knew from past experience that I could fight all I wanted, but it would still end with her breast in my mouth. I parted my lips and let the weight of her breast rest on my lips. I gently sucked on her nipple.

"That's pathetic," she laughed, "Get some tongue in there."

I reluctantly complied by sliding my tongue over her firm nipple. It would never feel normal doing this to another woman, especially one with such enormous breasts, but it was far preferable to licking her in any number of other places. Her breasts never looked larger than hanging over my head like this, and at the same time, they never ceased to make me envious. I stopped sucking and began teasing her nipple with my tongue, circling it. I wasn't sure I'd be able to get my entire mouth around her entire areolas even if I wanted to. I hoped that if I did a good job on her breasts, she'd be more inclined in the future to "let" me play with them instead of forcing me to lick her in any number of other places. I'd take her breasts any day over just about anything else. Her areolas were on the larger side, and I wasn't sure I'd be able to get my entire mouth around her entire areolas even if I wanted to. It was surprisingly challenging to lick her areolas in their entirety as her breasts jiggled in response to my attention. I ended up licking a good portion of her breasts by the time I was satisfied that I'd given proper attention to her areolas, flicking her nipples playfully with my tongue each time they crossed my lips. I proceeded to kiss her breasts all over-first one breast, and then the other.

With the new vibration pattern, I felt a renewed sense of pleasure as her breasts assaulted my face.

"Hey, remember that fun game we used to play?"

"Game? What ga-" I suddenly found myself cut off as she covered my mouth with her soft flesh and began squeezing her breast through my lips.

She laughed. "It really is too bad I can't fit my entire breast in your mouth. Can you imagine?"

I couldn't help but squirm at the vibrations in my panties. They made everything else not seem quite so bad because they drew the focus from what was going on. Even as her soft breast squeezed into my mouth, prying my jaw wide open, the vibrations took over my body and filled it with rapture. I wasn't even bothered when she started slapping me in the head with her heavy bosom.

I lost track of the amount of time I spent staring at her enormous bosom as she continued deriving enjoyment making me lick and kiss every inch of her breasts in great detail. That by itself was a big undertaking with their large size, but she took breast worship breaks by entertaining herself as she used them to slap me in the face, smother me, and forced them into my mouth. As she finally pulled away from my face and sat up, I hoped she'd leave me in peace. At long last, the vibrating between my legs stopped for the third time.

"So, have you been enjoying yourself? I bet you're pretty wet by now."

She didn't know the half of it. My pussy was wetter than it'd probably ever been before and was starting to feel a bit numb from the consistent stimulation, but the alternating patterns and intensity in the vibrations kept the arousal feeling fresh.

"I know I've been enjoying myself, although I'm so disappointed that neither of us are going to have an orgasm tonight. You have no idea how badly I want one right now." She bit her lip. "I'm so horny right now," she moaned, sitting up and sliding her fingers between her legs directly over my face. With her other hand, she clicked the remote yet again.

"Please, Tamara. Not again." I begged. The vibrations were definitely starting to numb me, and the vaginal plug inside me was starting to get very uncomfortable with the continual vibrations. Yet, despite all my discomfort, it was still causing pleasurable feelings throughout my body. Tamara's fingers were noticeably wet with her arousal as she played with herself inches from my face.

"Mmmm. Fuck," She moaned. Upon noticing I I had closed my eyes, she slapped my cheek with her hand. "Don't look away unless you want it on your face instead," she warned.

I forced myself to watch her, despite my extreme discomfort. She fingered her swollen clit, teasing it. "Damn it, I want to fuck your face-possibly more than I've ever wanted to before," she gasped as her scent filled my nostrils. "No. I'm going to be good, because the next time I do fuck your face, it's going to feel incredible."

She came close to orgasming several times before finally letting herself calm down. She rubbed her wet fingers over my lips before climbing off the bed and untying me. As I pulled myself free and caught my breath, I looked around to find Tamara was already dressed and in the window.

"Have a great night. I can't wait until next time," She grinned. "And, I'll make you another deal. If you don't try to take your belt off again, I won't make you lick me until you're ready. If you do try to take it off, well... let's just say you really, really won't like your punishment. " She blew me a kiss. And with that, she was gone leaving my window open and my belt still vibrating.

I wiped the wetness from my face with my sleeve. I wanted to get up and wash myself in the bathroom, but I was too sore to move, and I didn't want to try walking with the vibrator still going. So, I just lay there wallowing in an equal mix of pleasure and misery waiting for vibrations to stop, knowing it would take much, much longer before the pent up arousal would fade away enough for me to finally fall asleep.

*****

I hid in my room most of the next day. I was too depressed to even entertain the idea of getting out of my bed until early afternoon, and it was nearly dinner time before my hunger forced me to venture again into the real world. Krista was on the phone downstairs.

"I have something I want to talk to you about later tonight," I heard her say.

It sounded like she was talking to Tamara in the kitchen, so I decided to flip on the T.V. until she was done. I didn't want to get pulled into whatever plans they were making. I hopped on the couch, and skimmed through shows. Nothing really caught my attention, yet about thirty minutes later, I realized I'd lost track of time. Surely, Krista was off the phone by now. Just as I started to get up , the doorbell rang. I peered through the peephole to see Tamara standing at the door. The very sight of her filled me with dread-certainly not the arousal she desired. Before I could say anything, Krista appeared behind me and grabbed the door handle.

"Tamara! Great, you made it. Come on in."

Tamara squeezed by me leaving me surprised and holding the door.

"What's going on?" I asked, uneasily.

"I decided to make dinner tonight," Krista replied, "So I invited Tamara over. We're going to watch a movie too. You should join us!"

"No, no. It's alright. I wouldn't want to intrude on your evening." I said hurriedly. "In fact, I have a date of my own."

"What? Since when?"

"It's a new thing," I said defensively. I had no date to speak of, but a call to Michael could surely rectify that.

"Sara, can you close the door and then come help me quickly in the kitchen?" Krista asked with a polite, yet forced smile.

"Uh, sure." I followed to where Tamara couldn't hear us.

"Look, Sara. I appreciate what you're doing, but you don't have to do this on my account. I want you to stay."

"Your account?" I asked, puzzled.

"You called Tamara my date."

"I did?" I hadn't meant to.

"Yeah, and it's not like that. We're just two friends getting together for dinner and a movie."

"I-It doesn't matter, anyway. I really do have a date." I lied again. Why didn't anyone think I could have a date?

"Whatever, I just wanted to let you know that I'd love it if you stayed. Think about it?"

"Sure, whatever," I sighed in exasperation.

"Tell Tamara I'll be out after in a second. I actually do need to check on dinner," She grinned at me.

I headed toward the door. I had no intention of staying around. I just had to make it past Tamara.

I quietly made my way down the hallway. I was almost to the door when Tamara stepped between me and the door.

"Sara," Tamara said sternly. "Stay."

"I can't, I have a da-" I tried to protest as I skirted around her.

"Sara. You're going to stay, is that clear?"

"I-I-" I stammered, unsure what to do. Just then, Krista returned.

"Sara, did you decide to stay?"

"Of course," I faked a smile, "How could I not want to spend the evening with my sister and her amazing friend?"

Despite the fact my affirmation was dripping with sarcasm, Krista was oblivious to anything but her view of the world. I wished I could go back to being as naive as my little sister.

*****

We settled into the couch as the movie began. Krista was still cooking dinner, but we wanted to get a head start on the movie while dinner finished. Tamara and I sat on opposing sides of the couch with Krista inbetween. However, about 15 minutes into the movie Krista stood up.

"Hey, pause the movie for a sec. I need to go check on dinner."

"I can go," I offered, not wanting to be left alone with Tamara.

"No, it's fine! I'm on it. You guys just relax and enjoy yourselves."

She disappeared into the kitchen, and I awkwardly avoided eye contact with Tamara. She, on the other hand, stared at me intently.

"I'm so glad you decided to stay."

"I'm starting to regret it already." I grimaced..

"Don't be like that. Think of the fun we can have while Krista is gone."

"Wait, what? What do you mean?" I sat up in alarm.

"Well, I know you like looking at my chest, so why waste this alone time together?"

I started to protest quietly, not wanting to alert Krista. However, Tamara was already pulling down her already low neckline. With minimal work on her part, out popped her breasts. "Tamara!" I hissed urgently. "Krista will be back any minute."

"Shhhhhhh... just enjoy the moment," She grinned. "Well, I guess I could help with that." She pulled something out of her pocket that looked like a remote and pressed it. Suddenly, I felt a familiar vibration sensation permeating my body. I looked away uneasily as pleasure shot through my body.

"Don't look away! You know you want to watch." She smiled as she reached down and squeezed her big breasts. "Or maybe you'd like to watch them jiggle?" She asked as she bounced up and down gently on the couch cushions. 




Curious Girls Ch. 16-17



"Look out!" Krista screamed.

I turned around to see her barrelling out of control in my direction. I braced myself as I caught her, causing us both to spin out of control into the grass. We both laughed as we collapsed in a tangled mess, with her half on top of me.

"Sorry, I lost control," she grinned, looking down at me as she pulled her hair behind her ears.

Our merriment was interrupted by a loud voice yelling from the nearby trail where we'd been skating together just moments ago.

"C'mon, why don't you get a room already?"

"Excuse me?" Krista demanded to a teenager standing on the path. He looked to be about 15.

"You're both really hot. Can I watch you make out?"

"I--I don't know," Krista hesitated.

"Why not? Are you embarrassed to be out in public with your girlfriend?"

"We're not..." Krista started to protest.

I knew her well enough to tell that she was very uncomfortable. I realized this was probably the first time she'd been publicly confronted about her sexuality. I didn't like seeing my sister feeling that way, and it all made me angry.

"We're not embarrassed to be out together," I cut off Krista, finishing her sentence for her. "My girlfriend and I aren't going to put on a show for a prick like you. Now why don't you go fuck yourself?" I surprised myself a bit, to say nothing of the look on his face.

"Geez, I was just kidding around," he said defensively, as he backed away. "Fucking dykes," I heard him mutter as he was almost out of earshot.

Krista was nearly in tears. "I'm so sorry, Sara. I never thought anyone would think we were together. We're sisters for crying out loud! I don't blame you if you're not comfortable hanging out with me in public after this."

"It's OK, Krista. That guy was a douchebag."

She smiled in spite of her tears at my use of profanity. "You're sweet, as always, but no one should have to be accused of being gay with their own sister. Do I just have a sign on me somewhere that screams 'dyke'?"

"What? No!" I insisted, "Not only do you look like any other straight woman, it wouldn't matter whatsoever if you didn't! You should be able to look however you want and not have people assuming you're a lesbian."

"Well, apparently he could tell," she started to cry again.

I worried that a lot of what was really bothering her was that she was afraid I was going to be embarrassed to be out with her in public after this. Little did she know she could have done anything, and I would still want to spend as much time around her as possible. I felt a little guilty that my motives were at least partially selfish.

After Tamara had promised me that she wouldn't try to make me go down on her if I didn't try to remove the belt again, I'd come up with a plan. Although my trust in anything Tamara said was minimal at best, I realized that if she thought I was keeping my promise there was every chance she would leave me alone. However, that didn't mean I wasn't going to exploit every opportunity to minimize the time I spent around her. And that meant keeping Krista away from her. Unfortunately, the only way I'd found to consistently get Krista to bail on Tamara was to offer to practice kissing. I wasn't sure how long I could get away with that excuse. In truth, I was surprised it was still working. It had been nearly two weeks since my last encounter with Tamara, and Krista and I had practiced our kissing nearly every day since. I'd felt awkward and even a little disgusted at myself initially, but I couldn't deny that we'd both developed into better kissers. However, the more I kissed her, the more comfortable I started to feel about it. I'd gotten to where kissing her was feeling as natural as breathing, and I'd even started to notice more detailed sensations of kissing such as the softness of her lips and the heat of her breath.

My only concern was that we had started to go beyond practicing to the point of just making out for fun. However, I was content to let things continue this way forever if it kept Tamara away from me. Unfortunately, I knew I didn't have forever. It was only a matter of time before Krista decided she was ready to move on to the real deal. She'd leave me in the dust and the next thing I would know, Krista and Tamara would be inseparable. That was why the second part of my plan involved finding a girlfriend for Krista as I developed my relationship with Michael. So far, things were progressing well between Michael and me; I could easily see myself falling for him hard. Once we were serious enough to move in together, I would be protected from Tamara by default and I wouldn't need Krista to serve as a buffer. I even had hopes that once we were closer, I could even confide in him. I hoped at least to be able to explain enough that I could convince him to retrieve the blackmail material from Tamara. And with Krista spending all of her time with her future girlfriend, Tamara would become nothing more than an unpleasant memory. My plan was a far-cry from being fool-proof, but I was optimistic. I'd had such a bad run of luck lately that I was long overdue for some good.

I wished I could re-assure Krista that I wasn't going to stop spending time with her, and I wasn't embarrassed to be seen with her. And then it hit me. I grabbed her face firmly between both of my hands and pressed my lips against hers. Krista's eyes widened. She pulled away, her cheeks flushed crimson.

"Sara! Someone will see," she whispered urgently, "What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking that I don't care what people think when I'm together with you. Sure, I wouldn't kiss you in front of people we knew, but who the hell cares about what a bunch of random strangers think?"

"But you didn't want to kiss me earlier when that guy asked--" she started.

"I meant what I said. I don't have a problem kissing you in public. I have a problem kissing you in front of a guy who thinks lesbians exist solely for the fantasies of straight men. I bet that asshole didn't know until today that lesbians existed outside of porn. He probably thinks that they are all just waiting for the right man to come along and show them what they've been missing."

"You--you really don't care if people see us together and think we're," she paused, "together?"

Not only did I need her to keep hanging out with me for my own selfish reasons, but I was legitimately beginning to gain a deeper appreciation of what being a lesbian meant for her; I wanted her to know I supported her.

"Like I said, I support you. If us holding hands like sisters, or even kissing publicly makes people uncomfortable, that's their problem." And with that, I kissed her again. This time, she didn't pull away. I could sense people gawking as they passed, but I was going to walk the walk and show Krista I could be the supportive big sister she needed me be.

"C'mon", I stood up, pulling her up with me. "Didn't I see an ice cream stand near the park entrance?"

"Ice cream?" She laughed, her mood already noticeably improved. "In January?"

"Hey, I'm not the one selling it! And besides, you're one to talk," I teased. "You're wearing shorts in the dead of winter just to show the world that you've got sexier legs than me."

"That's different! Besides my legs don't get cold while skating."

"So, you don't deny you've got sexier legs than me?"

"Of course not. Why deny what we both already know," she teased back.

It was true of course. She had long, smooth legs that she worked hard at keeping sexy. She exercised year-round, tanned semi-frequently, and moisturized almost religiously. We both knew that between the two of us, she deserved to have the sexiest legs award. But that didn't mean I didn't enjoy calling her out for putting them on display.

*****

Once we reached the cart, I bought each of us an ice cream cone. We found a quiet, but sunny, corner of the park where we settled into the grass. Suddenly, without warning, I found my attention hijacked by the all too familiar sensation of vibrations between my legs. What the hell? Was the belt malfunctioning? I scanned the parking lot and noticed a vehicle pulling out that looked suspiciously like Tamara's car. Had she followed us? Seen us while driving by? Either way, it seemed I was victim of a hit-and-run.

"Sara?" Krista asked quietly. "Can I ask you a question? About our kissing?"

Oh, crap. How could this conversation possibly go well? Was she going to ask why I kept wanting to kiss her? Or tell me that she'd had enough practice? This conversation was likely to be complicated enough without the distraction of the belt. Even the simplest of conversations is bound to be difficult with a vibrator going crazy against your clitoris, especially if you're trying to appear completely normal to non-casual observer. There was actually one thing not going quite according to plan and that was how horny I'd gotten over the last couple weeks. Almost without fail, at some point randomly throughout the day, Tamara would manage to trigger my panties. I occasionally saw her, but most of the time I had no idea where she was hiding. I was starting to feel a little paranoid on top of everything else. Were there times she was spying on me when she wasn't activating my belt? How would I know? Did she stay around to watch me after she activated my belt?

At one point, she even managed to get me while I was shopping at the mall. I'd had to walk awkwardly to a bench and spend the next half-hour sitting down attempting to appear casual to the hundreds of people around me. Nevertheless, there was nothing I could do about the fact I was getting forcibly aroused on a daily basis. It often left me turned on for an hour or two after the belt stopped. And it was getting worse each time. Still, I was confident I could hold out.

"Uh, sure." I replied hesitantly. My head felt light from the rush of adrenaline.

"Well, we're both getting pretty used to kissing. I know I definitely feel a lot more comfortable, and I owe it all to you. But lately, I don't feel like I'm really learning much about kissing." Crap. Crap. Crap. I panicked. What could I say to preempt this? Tell her that I still needed practice and hope she bought it?

"Well," she hesitated, "I was thinking that since we've made as much progress as we can together, perhaps I should ask Tamara to--um--to help me learn how to," she paused, "french kiss."

I was floored. This was as bad as I had feared, if not worse.

"Psssh... I'm sure we can figure that out together too." I said in a hurry. I needed to get her a girlfriend faster than I'd realized.

"No, that's too much to ask of you," she insisted. "You've already helped me so much."

"I don't mind. Remember, I need the practice too. Besides, you don't want Tamara's tongue in your mouth, do you?" I said, half joking.

"And you think I want your tongue in my mouth?"

"Uh--er--," I stammered, unsure how to respond.

"I'm just teasing," she laughed. "Calm down."

I smiled awkwardly. "Well, why don't we talk about it more when we get home? I don't think it would be any more awkward than what we've already been doing."

"Really?"

"Really," I smiled reassuringly at her. I was lying through my teeth. There was no way I was going to french kiss my sister. She needed a girlfriend and fast!

I watched as she licked at her ice cream. There was nothing unusual or strange about the way she ate, but her question echoed through my mind. It made it hard not to watch as she licked at her ice cream and imagine her tongue in my mouth--her long tongue. I'd never realized before how long her tongue actually was. I shuddered, shaking my head to clear my thoughts. That wasn't going to happen, so it didn't matter. It was especially confusing the way my brain was receiving mixed signals. On one hand, I was disgusted by the thought of French kissing my sister. On the other, my belt was forcing arousal while I watched my sister slowly and seductively lick her ice cream cone. Obviously, it wasn't anything like that, but that was how my brain was wanting to interpret it. I needed relief so badly, but I was resolved to stay strong. Being so stimulated by the belt, it was literally a unique challenge just to walk and talk at the same time. But if Krista noticed anything, she never said.

We finished our ice cream as we made our way back to the car. Krista was doing the driving today, so I sat in the passenger seat beside her. About halfway home, the vibrating in my pants finally stopped. I was always paranoid that Krista would catch a whiff of my belt-triggered arousal, but I knew she'd be too polite to say anything even if she did. Suddenly, Krista pulled onto a side road.

"Is something wrong with the car?" I inquired, concerned.

"No, I just thought we could talk for a second," she responded as she slowed and pulled into a secluded area away from the main road.

"I thought we already got all of our talking out of the way," I laughed nervously.

"You're right. I don't want to talk," she grinned, as she unbuckled her seatbelt and climbed over the center console.

"What are you doing?" I asked, trying to get out of her way as she pulled herself into my lap, her legs straddling mine.

"Shhhh, stop talking," she said as she leaned forward, her hands around my neck.

"Krista--" I started, confused what she was doing. However, I was cut off as her soft, full lips pressed against my upper lip leaving her lower lip between mine. I instinctively found myself returning her kiss, sucking her lower lip gently between my own. Her head turned gradually to the side as we continued, our kissing intensifying. We'd kissed open-mouthed plenty of times over the last couple of weeks, so it was nothing strange when the kiss began heading that direction.

However, I didn't expect what came next. I felt Krista's tongue brush my lip. I tried to pull back with a mixture of surprise and confusion, but my head was already pressed against the seat. The next thing I knew, her tongue was venturing further into my mouth. Should I say something? I'd already told her I was OK with it. I just hadn't expected her to take such initiative.

I felt her tongue brush softly against mine. I was half-intrigued, half-revulsed as she pulled away and completed the kiss. However, the next time her lips parted, I instinctively blocked her tongue with mine by meeting it halfway. She flicked her tongue back and forth over the tip of my tongue playfully. I'd have done anything to keep her interested in spending time with me and away from Tamara, and perhaps this was just something I had to do. I'd really hoped to find a way out, but if this was how it was going to be, I'd have to fully commit to it. I circled her tongue with mine, chasing it back into her own mouth as she pulled away. Oh, God. What was I doing? My tongue was in my sister's mouth now. I couldn't do this.

As I started to pull my tongue away in order to end the kiss, Krista's lips closed around my tongue and she began sucking gently. Now my sister was literally sucking on my tongue. How had I gotten here? If only I could go back in time and warn myself what a terrible and strange direction my life was going to be headed, I'd do so many things differently. This was all Tamara's fault, and I hated her all the more for it.

Krista sucked harder, pulling my tongue further into her mouth. This was just getting too weird for me. I finally managed to pull my tongue out of her mouth back into my own, and continued kissing her without tongue while trying to think of a way to get out of this. After a few minutes of kissing with no tongues, Krista tried again.

"Give me your tongue," she demanded, somewhat out of breath.

I reluctantly stuck my tongue out, and watched awkwardly as her lips parted and closed back around my tongue. She slowly began sliding her head back and forth, sucking my tongue into mouth only to pull away and let my tongue slide through her wet lips. All I could do was watch in horrified fascination out of the corners of my eyes as her lips slid back and forth over my tongue.

I pulled away and tried kissing her again without tongues. I attempted to distract her by kissing her with increased intensity. It worked for a while, but she was relentless.

"Suck my tongue now," she moaned softly as she stuck her long tongue all the way out. I swallowed uncomfortably. I forced myself to open my mouth, and I moved forward slowly. It was one thing for her to slide her tongue into my mouth while kissing, it was another for me to close my mouth around her tongue. As my lips reached hers, I felt her tongue hit my own and I closed my lips around her warm, wet tongue, letting it fill my mouth. I began to suck gently, mimicking the her earlier motions. Was this really what it was like to french kiss someone? Perhaps I really did need the practice. Would it be the same way to french kiss Michael? Perhaps I should try this with him. It actually seemed like it could be quite sexy. After all, if I'd been attracted to Krista, or if she'd at least been someone other than my sister, I suspected I wouldn't object so much. Of course, being attracted to women would help in either case, but I could at least see how this could be sexy with the right guy.

Waves of arousal suddenly started shooting through my body for the second time today. Curse Tamara and her stupid belt. Had she followed us somehow? I momentarily panicked before I realized there was no way she could possibly see what Krista and I were doing since we were facing away from the road, and were pretty well hidden. Damn, I was getting really turned on. But did it really have to happen with me sucking on my sister's tongue? The arousal was starting to translate into passion, and I began sucking her tongue with renewed vigor. I suddenly didn't find myself minding so much, but actually enjoying the sensation of sucking her tongue deeply into my mouth. I let it slide in and out my mouth as she'd done earlier to mine. I finally released her tongue and began kissing her with an intensity which surprised even me. Our tongues battled aggressively for control as this new style of kissing gradually began to integrate itself with our normal kissing. It was beginning to feel like such a natural part of kissing that I began to wondered how we'd gone so long before without tongues getting involved. We were both out of breath now, and I really hated how turned on I was getting while making out with my sister.

That was when something dawned on me that, by all accounts, I should have realized much sooner. However, I was too distracted by everything else going on that I'd missed a critical detail. The belt wasn't vibrating. I pulled back in alarm. My body must have had some residual arousal from when Tamara had triggered the belt in the park. Nevertheless, it was extremely disconcerting. I wasn't able to hide my disdain before Krista picked up on it.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"What? Nothing," I insisted. "I'm just a bit surprised. I thought we agreed to talk more about this later."

"And I was OK with that, but then I remembered how long it took us to start practicing after our first conversation. I figured this time it would be easier to just break the ice--tear the proverbial band-aid off, so to speak."

"Is that what you think about kissing me? It's like tearing a band-aid off?" I teased.

"Yep! It's been such torture, but someone had to do it."

"Someone had to kiss me?" I said seriously. "What's that supposed to mean?"

She reddened. "That's not what I meant! I meant, if someone was going to kiss you, it may as well be me. Er-- no, that's not it either."

"Relax! I'm kidding," I reassured her.

She gasped playfully. "Not cool, Sara! I thought I'd actually offended you!"

"It's cool, I know I'm irresistible. Who wouldn't want to kiss me?" I asked with mock arrogance. She smacked me playfully in response. "Hey, what do you say we get going?" I asked, not feeling comfortable with kissing her anymore--at least for the moment.




Curious Girls Ch. 16-17



"Uh, sure. Why?"

Well, I certainly wasn't going to tell her the real reason. It was just further proof that I needed to find someone else to keep her away from Tamara. And that's what gave me the excuse I needed.

"I want to get back so we have time to get ready. There's this club I've been wanting to visit, and you should come with me!"

"What? Since when do you go to clubs?" Krista scoffed, jokingly.

"I'm branching out." I retorted.

She laughed. "Alright, I'm in. But I expect to see you on the dance floor."

"We'll see," I laughed back.

*****

As we entered the club, I looked around uncomfortably. I wasn't really a club kind of girl; This was really more Krista's scene. We'd gone home just long enough for both of us to get ready, and then we'd made our way here. For the past couple weeks, I had been searching for a place where Krista could find a girlfriend without her realizing I was setting her up. I'd discovered through reviews that this place was a real meat market, but I hadn't wanted to push Krista to someone else until I was better protected by my relationship with Michael. However, the events of today hastened that need.

"Sara, why are there only women in here?" She asked, raising her eyebrow in my direction, "Did you bring me to a girl bar?!"

"What! No. It's a normal bar," I countered.

"Then why are there no men here?"

"Well, apparently it's a girls night, but that's OK right?"

She eyed me suspiciously. "And you didn't know that prior to bringing me here?"

"Would it matter if I did?"

"Only because then I'd have to be suspicious that you were trying to set me up with someone."

"What?!" I feigned shock. "I just wanted to have a fun night out! We can go somewhere else."

"No, it's cool. I'm mostly just giving you a hard time."

"Good. Why don't you get out there at let loose on the dance floor while I get us both some drinks."

"You got it. But I expect you to join me on the dance floor!"

I ordered us some drinks and found a table in a dark corner. My goal was to blend in and let Krista interact with some of the other girls. But I figured it couldn't hurt to get a few glasses of alcohol in her first. After a couple songs, Krista found me at the table. She was noticeably more relaxed.

"This is fun!" Krista exclaimed, grabbing the strawberry daiquiri I'd set on the opposite side of the table.

"So, did you see any cute girls when you were out on the floor?"

"I knew it!" Krista exclaimed. "You are trying to set me up!"

"So what if I am?" I grinned mischievously.

"I'm perfectly capable of finding a girlfriend on my own, thank you." I couldn't tell if she was actually bothered or not.

"So, tell me your type," I pressed.

"I don't know," she blushed slightly. "Um--beautiful, smart, witty--she has to be able to make me laugh."

"Do you like girls with big racks?" I asked, thinking of Tamara.

"Sara!" She blushed again. "No! Well, I mean--there's nothing wrong with a--personality is the most important thing to me." It was fun watching her squirm.

Just then, a waitress walked over and put another strawberry daiquiri in front of her.

"I didn't order this," Krista said, confused.

"It's from the girl at the bar," she replied, pointing. As she walked away, Krista looked at the bar where the waitress had indicated. An attractive, but nerdy looking girl with glasses smiled shyly at Krista before looking away.

"Look at you!" I said, impressed. "You've already got women buying you drinks."

She looked embarrassed again.

"How about it?" I pressed, "Do you think she's cute?"

"I don't know... I guess."

"Go ask her to dance," I urged.

"I can't. I'm too shy."

Right then, a hispanic looking girl approached the table. "Wanna dance?" she asked.

"Wow! Now I'm really impressed," I said to Krista. "You're quite the popular one tonight."

"Actually," the stranger clarified, "I was asking you."

"W-what?" I stuttered in surprise. I could see a huge grin appearing on Krista's face out of the corner of my eyes.

"I thought you were cute, so I came to ask you to dance with me."

"Oh, I don--" I started to respond.

"She'd love to." Krista interrupted before I could turn the stranger away.

"But I--" I started to protest again to Krista.

"I can't leave you all alone at the table if I'm going to go dance with the girl at the bar, now can I?"

She was obviously making a compromise, but I wasn't sure if she was trying to motivate herself to go speak with the girl at the bar, or if she just wanted to see me in an awkward situation. I sighed. It was progress.

"Alright, I'll try. But only one dance. And you have to be forgiving because I'm a terrible dancer," I warned the stranger.

"Hey, it's just about having fun, right?" She paused.

"I'm Sara," I introduced myself.

"Amber," she introduced herself in return. She extended her hand to help me out of my seat. I saw Krista take a big swallow of her drink before standing up herself.

"Time to live up to my side of our agreement," Krista said, making eye contact with the girl at the bar.

Amber led me by the hand as she guided me to the dance floor. And it quickly became clear she was a better dancer than I was. She seemed happy for moment to dance alone as I stood nearby and watched.

Amber had short hair. It was stylish, but neither distinctly masculine nor feminine. She had a big, pretty smile that showed a lot of teeth, and thin lips with a lip ring through the side of her lower lip. Amber spun around and ran her fingers through her hair, pressing her slim frame against me. I stood awkwardly as she grinded her ass against me. Reaching down, she grabbed my hands and placed them on her hips, holding them there as she danced up and down against my body. I let my hands drift along her body as she danced while glancing over to locate Krista. She was still dancing with the girl from the bar, and they both seemed to be having a good time. Seeing Krista enjoying herself helped significantly because I still needed the strength to make it through my own dancing debacle.

I returned my attention to Amber, and realized my hands had progressed awfully high. So high, in fact, that I realized I had been unknowingly groping her. She had almost no chest to speak of, so I hadn't even realized my hands had ended up in such an awkward area. I quickly slid then back down to her waist.

It seemed like she hadn't noticed. Or if she did, she wasn't saying anything. Still, despite her tomboy-like appearance and nearly flat chest, she danced with more confidence and sex appeal than I'd ever conveyed. I'd never felt particularly pretty, especially when I compared myself to my sister or even Tamara. How did Amber do it?

The song ended, and not a minute too late. "Hey, look Amber. It was fun, but I should go check on my sister," I said awkwardly.

"But I didn't get to see you dance," she pouted.

"Maybe next time," I smiled as I backed away.

I felt bad taking off so abruptly, but I didn't want her getting the wrong idea. I finally located Krista on the other side of the floor, but she was just starting another dance with the same woman.

I couldn't be resentful that my plan was working, but I was starting to need some fresh air. I grabbed my coat and ducked out into a hallway, eventually finding a secluded staircase. The hallway echoed eerily, but I enjoyed the quiet seclusion. I closed my eyes and cleared my mind. I was abruptly surprised when a voice came from beside me.

"You OK?"

I opened my eyes quickly. "A-Amber," I stuttered.

"You left so quickly I didn't get a chance to ask if I could call you sometime." She sat down next to me. That threw me for a loop.

"You barely know me," I paused, "Why would you want my number?"

"I may have misled you," she replied, slowly. "You really don't remember me?"

"I don't understand."

"We went to highschool together, Sara."

"Are you for real? Oh my God, I'm so sorry! I don't... I don't remember you."

"I remember you, but I'm not surprised you don't remember me. I was more shy and quiet back then, barely even comfortable with my sexuality. But you were my first real crush."

"I--uh--what?!" I felt like a babbling idiot.

"I wish I'd known back then you were into women too. I might have been brave enough to introduce myself."

And now I just felt awkward telling her after everything that I actually wasn't into women. But then I started wondering if perhaps I could turn that interest toward Krista.

"You know, I'm actually in a complicated relationship right now, and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have led you on." It was mostly true, after all. "However, have you met my sister? bet you two would really--"

She placed a finger over my lips. "I didn't have a crush on your sister during high school, and I don't like her now. You're the one I want."

She leaned over and kissed my neck. I was speechless and in shock. I wasn't sure how to respond for a moment, as I was very much caught off guard.

"I--uh--um," I stuttered, "Amber, what are you--I don't think--" I couldn't seem to form a coherent sentence, and it didn't help as I felt her hand slide under my coat and cup my breast.

"Amber! Stop that!" I said with a mix of shock and outrage as I struggled to stand up.

She pushed me back down. "If you're concerned about me telling your girlfriend, you don't have to be. This can just stay between us," she promised as she unfastened my jeans.

I tried to push her away again, but she swung her leg over me and pushed me against the stairs. Before I realized what was happening, her hand was up my shirt and squeezing my breast firmly through my bra. "Has anyone ever told you that you've got really nice tits?"

I was starting to panic for real by this point. "Amber, I'm serious. Stop. This isn't funny."

She held my arms above my head with one arm, and her fingers started pushing their way into my pants.

"Amber! Stop!" I had no leverage, and I was apparently much weaker than I'd realized. I thought Tamara was extra strong for her size, but I was starting to wonder if I was the exception.

"Trust me, you won't want me to stop in a second," she promised.

"Sara? Are you out here?" I heard Krista's voice from down the hallway. Amber clamped her hand over my mouth, but not before I was able to yell to Krista.

"Krista! I'm over here!"

"Fuck," Amber swore, taking off up the stairs and leaving me in a disheveled state. I had just enough time to pull myself back together before Krista appeared.

"Sara, you disappeared! Is everything OK?"

"Y-Yeah," I lied, "I just needed some fresh air. How'd things go with girl from the bar?" I'd gotten so used to lying about Tamara, that my first instinct had been to shove this under the rug too. It was nothing compared to what Tamara put me through constantly, but this was the second time recently that things had almost gotten away from me. The first had been Michael, although he'd apologized for getting carried away and things had been going well since. But now a random woman from my past in the hallway of a club? Did I have a secret sign on me somewhere?

I realized after the fact there was no real reason I couldn't tell Krista what happened, but I wanted to keep the night about Krista rather than making it about me. It was simpler to just pretend it had never happened. I'd never see her again anyway.

"I don't know. She was nice and all, but I'm not sure I'd be interested in seeing her again."

"Did you get her phone number?" I inquired.

Krista blushed, grinning shyly. "Maybe."

"You dog!" I joked. "Do you want to stay longer?"

"I think I'm ready to go home for tonight. It's been a long day. Just let me run back and grab my coat?"

Going home was perfectly fine by me.

*****

Krista yawned as we both fell onto the couch together. She turned to me. "Wanna watch a movie before bed?"

"You know what? I'm not going to do anything with you tonight until you agree to call--what was her name?"

"The girl from the dance? Madison?"

"Yeah, her. Call Madison and set up a date."

"I can't call her! What would I say? And don't I need to wait longer? Besides, what if we go out and she kisses me? I still barely feel like I know how to French kiss."

"Fine. How about this? You call her now and set up a date, and we can practice french kissing as much as you want until then?"

"OK, I'll do it!" Krista jumped up. I was a bit surprised at her enthusiasm. If her being self-conscious was all that was holding her back, I'd certainly help her overcome that as soon as possible.

Within minutes, she'd called Madison and flawlessly set up a date. I could tell she was nervous, but I was impressed how well she held it together. I could take a lesson or two from her. She must have liked Madison more than she was willing to let on. "We have a date for next Friday. So," she turned to me, "How about that kissing practice?"

"What? Now? Uh, sure." I replied, recovering quickly. She sat next to me on the couch, and within moments we were making out as if were second nature. We fell right back into a comfortable rhythm, picking up from right where we'd left off in the car earlier. Kissing with tongues was becoming increasing more comfortable for the both of us, as became evident by how quickly we both found ourselves getting into it. We fell into the couch together, lying side by side until she climbed on top of me when our necks started getting sore. I had to admit, it was kind of fun the way it became a game. We took turns sucking each others tongue and biting each other's lips. It still felt a bit weird to be sucking on my sister's tongue, but I forced those thoughts out of my head and did my best to have fun with it.

We were both starting to get out of breath as our kissing intensified. I started to feel a familiar tickle between my legs. I tried to ignore it, but the feelings of arousal and desire flooding over me were intense. I was instantly wet. I pulled back in a panic, breaking the kiss. It was worse than I'd feared. It wasn't just residual arousal from the belt. My body was just too horny and too full of pent up emotion. It was like there was some imaginary tipping point, and I'd reached it. I needed release too badly.

"Hey, you know--I just remembered I told Michael I'd stop by tonight. Do you mind if we continue this tomorrow?" I asked hoping she wouldn't be suspicious of my abruptness. I knew I wasn't exactly being subtle, but I couldn't keep kissing her with the way it was making me feel. It was wrong on too many levels.

"Oh, OK." She looked a little disappointed. "We can continue when you get back."

"I, uh--I don't know how late I'll be. I'll probably sleep in my own room tonight since I don't want to bother you."

"Sure, OK. I'll see you in the morning. But I expect extra practice from you tomorrow!"

"Sure thing! I just need to head to the restroom first and freshen up, and then I'm off."

*****

I locked myself in the bathroom and stared in the mirror. What the hell was wrong with me? I slapped my crotch repeatedly in frustration, trying to push away the feelings of arousal. Each time my palm connected sharply with the belt, feelings of pleasure permeated my body. Out of frustration, I continued slapping myself harder hoping either to elicit enough pain to wash away the pleasure, or to force an orgasm. There was no way I could let things continue like this. I couldn't be turned on by making out with my sister. I simply couldn't. It was clear what the problem was, and it was clear what I had to do.

*****

I stood, shivering, in the darkness next to a window I was fairly certain belonged to Tamara. Coming here had made perfect sense an hour ago, but now I was paralyzed with fear and doubt. It was nearly midnight, and for all I knew Tamara was sound asleep. What was my plan here, anyway? I could, and would, certainly try first to appeal to her sense of mercy. However, mercy was something I'd come to learn didn't come naturally to Tamara. Still, I had to try. I certainly couldn't explain to her why I needed relief so desperately all of the sudden. Although, I honestly doubted she would care too much about what my reason was. The thing that made it so hard for me to be here was knowing that I didn't have to be. I was sure I could get the locks off the belt one way or another, and I would be free to take care of myself to my heart's content. But then what? No, I needed Tamara to think her plan was working until I could act on mine, no matter the cost.

Was it possible I'd overreacted earlier? Perhaps what happened with Krista was an isolated incident. It could just as well be that the next time Krista kissed me, I would have no reaction whatsoever. However, I wasn't sure I could take that risk. It was one thing to know the belt was triggering confusing emotions, it was another entirely to be feeling them on my own.

I had nearly knocked at the window several times now, but I was too scared. The minute I knocked, I was committing to a fate worse than death. I was terrified of what Tamara would do to me. It was important that I let her think her plan was working but also not let her see my desperation.

As I was finally about to scrounge up enough courage to knock on the glass, a light turned on inside. Tamara entered and closed the door behind her. I prepared to knock when Tamara began stripping out of her clothes. I watched with surprise, wondering if I should look away. As I watched her strip down to her underwear, I realized I couldn't go through with this. Just watching her disgusted me. The minute I knocked on that window was the minute I was committing to seeing even more of her body. I'd seen more of her disgusting snatch than any straight girl should have to see, and I wasn't sure I could willingly subject myself to it again. I would just have to deal with my feelings until things picked up between Krista and Madison.

As Tamara finished putting on her pajamas and climbed into her bed, I slowly started to back away. However, when I saw her grab a key from under her mattress, my curiosity was piqued. I crouched back near the window and watched. She used the key to unlock a drawer on her nightstand and pulled out a small micro SD card. She picked up a tablet from the top of the nightstand and inserted the card into it. It seemed like she was watching some sort of movie. I wasn't sure why she had it locked away, but I had been hoping for something juicier.

I started to turn away a second time, but I stopped when I saw her hand slip into her pajamas bottoms. My jaw dropped. I looked closer, and realized she was watching porn. I couldn't see clearly what she was watching, but I could see enough skin tones and movement to have a good idea what was looking at. From her expression, she was clearly enjoying herself. Wait, was that lesbian porn? I wondered if there was something here I could use for blackmail. As she continued rubbing herself, the screen shifted just enough for me to tell it was definitely two women going at it. I could make out one woman wearing a dildo fucking the ass of the second woman. Something about the video seemed strangely familiar. I stared intently, trying to figure out what it was. And then it hit me. It was me. Tamara was masturbating to a video of her fucking my ass. I felt dizzy as I recalled the humiliation I'd felt on the floor of the mall restroom. And then something occurred to me. That micro SD card must be where she was storing at least some of her blackmail material on me.

This was valuable information, but I couldn't let her know that I'd seen where she kept it. I started to back slowly away. Just as I thought I was in the clear, Tamara abruptly turned and stared through her window as if she'd felt my gaze on her. I quickly ducked to the side of the window. I held my breath and stood completely still as the window opened next to me.




Curious Girls Ch. 16-17



"Sara?" Tamara's head popped out the window and looked directly at me.

Crap. She'd seen me. I stepped out of the shadows.

"Tamara. Hi." I didn't have a clue what to say.

"What are you doing outside my window?"

"I--um. Well, I--" I stammered as I quickly tried to come up with a legitimate reason I would be outside her window this late at night. I had nothing.

"Were you watching me masturbate?!" Tamara gasped.

"What? Hell no," I exclaimed.

"You were! Why else would you be staring into my window like a creeper?"

"It's not like that," I protested, "I came over because I needed to talk to you."

"And see me naked," Tamara grinned. She was loving this. "You know I'm more than happy to let you watch me masturbate up close."

"Tamara, I came here because I need you to remove this chastity belt--just until morning."

"Why would I do that?" She inquired.

"I just--I need a small break. I've had it on for a while now, and I'd just like a night without it." I had to play this casual.

"If that's your only reason for being here, then this conversation is over." Tamara started to pull the window closed.

"Wait!" I exclaimed louder than I'd intended.

"Yes?" She raised her eyebrows at me.

I stared awkwardly. I'd already given up some of my position. She already knew I was in a weak position. I just had to let her think her plan was working.

"I lied," I told her as she leaned back out the window.

"Go on," she urged.

"I can't think straight with this thing on. I've been consistently turned on for the last two weeks."

"And what would you like me to do about it?" She asked, eagerly.

I sighed. I could barely bring myself to say the words even knowing it was the only way to complete my plans.

"I need to get off--I need you to let me get off."

"Are you willing to pay the price?"

I knew what she was asking. She'd told me the cost before--an orgasm for an orgasm. I swallowed. It couldn't be worse than every other time she'd forced herself onto me. I'd gone through this before. If it took one more time to ensure my freedom, it would be worth it. My mouth was dry.

"Yes."

She grinned. "Then by all means, come on in."

Her room looked as intimidating as ever. It was an area she controlled, and I felt even more powerless here. I was having serious second thoughts as I watched her lock her window and close her blinds. But I knew it was too late to back out. I knew Tamara well enough to know that I was beyond the point of no return.

"So, what should I do?" I asked awkwardly. "Do you want me to lie down on the bed?"

"So eager. I like it." Tamara bit her lip. "But, no. Not just yet. First, I want you to strip," she smiled as she proceeded to lock her bedroom door.

"What?" I asked in surprise. If she didn't like women like she kept insisting, then why did she want me naked?

"Do it," she demanded.

I thought about protesting, but I knew it could only make things worse. I was in the lion's den, and I needed something from the lion. I was going to do everything I could to avoid getting my hand bitten off. As I reluctantly disrobed, I realized it wasn't about seeing me naked. For Tamara, it was all about the humiliation, power, and control. I'd been naked in front of her before, but it was somehow inexplicably more humiliating to undress myself in front of her. Tamara stared at me hungrily--it was obvious she was eager to get started. I undressed slowly, trying to prolong the inevitable, but one only has so many pieces of clothing they can remove before they run out. And it wasn't long before I was out. I covered my chest and crotch awkwardly with my arms. I wasn't sure why I felt so self-conscious at this particular moment, but I did. I suspected it was the casualness of the situation, the voluntary nature of my being here, and the fact Tamara was still fully clothed.

"On your knees," Tamara demanded.

I swallowed nervously as I lowered myself until I was resting on my knees before her.

"You finally understand that I'm superior to you in every way, don't you?" Tamara asked as she ran her fingers through my hair.

I hesitated. "Yes," I said simply.

She gripped my hair. "Not such a cocky bitch anymore, are you? Are you?!" She pulled my hair roughly as she towered over me.

"No! Fuck!" I swore.

"Tell me what you came here for."

"I came here because I need release."

"Not good enough. I don't care what you need."

I swallowed. "I came here because I needed to worship your body."

"Be specific."

"I'm here to worship your," I hesitated, "pussy?"

She grinned from ear to ear. "You don't know how wonderful it is to hear you say that." She sat down on the bed in front of me. "But first, I want you to prove to me how badly you want it."

"Anything. Tell me what to do."

"Kiss my feet."

"What?"

"Kiss. My. Feet." Tamara lifted her feet up closer to my face.

I tried to avoid grimacing in disgust as I brought my lips to the soles of her feet. Her feet didn't smell at least, but I felt so humiliated as I kissed each of her feet from her heels to her toes. Still, it was better than having my face in her ass, but I knew that was coming eventually.

"Lick them. Lick my feet," she demanded. I complied without question. As I repeatedly licked her toes, the taste of her foot filled my mouth. "Suck my toes."

"Really? Can't we just--"

Tamara narrowed her eyes angrily. I knew that look too well. I closed my mouth quickly around the nearest toe. I sucked as if my life depended on it, watching as she calmed down. I continued sucking on each of her toes in succession as she wiggled then playfully.

"Go ahead. You can lie down on the bed now," Tamara was too eager to play anymore, but obviously still enjoying her control. I wished she would just hurry up and get this over with. "Use the handcuffs in my nightstand to lock yourself to my bed."

A quick glance in her drawer revealed four pairs of handcuffs.

"Tamara, why do you have..." I trailed off. I didn't really want to know the answer. "Nevermind," I forced a smile as I pulled the handcuffs out. As I did, I glanced around, but the tablet and SD card were nowhere to be found. I climbed onto the bed as Tamara stood up to watch.

I leaned forward and cuffed each of my ankles to her footboard, proceeding to lock the remaining cuffs around my wrists and attach them to the headboard. It felt so strange to be lying spread eagle, naked, and handcuffed to Tamara's bed. I couldn't stop wondering if I was making a huge mistake. Tamara pulled a remote from her nightstand drawer and my belt began vibrating again.

"Why do I have to do this? I came here willingly, and you've already locked your window and door," I protested.

"You have to do it because I fucking told you to do it. And when I tell you to do something, you do it. I've had it with all your bitching and moaning."

"Tamara, you can't seriously--" I was interrupted by a sharp slap across my face.

"What part of shutting the fuck up is so hard for you to understand?" I cringed from the pain, afraid to say anything more, but wanting to so desperately. I choked down my protests. "You were watching me undress, and then you came into my room and willingly locked yourself to my bed just because I told you to. You're already beyond whipped and you still don't realize it."

"Y-you're right, Tamara," I mumbled in an attempt to appease her.

"And by the very fact you're here, you've already given me consent to do anything I want. You're such a fucking pussy, you don't even deserve to speak my name." She slapped my left breast sharply, causing me to gasp with a mixture of surprise, pain, and arousal.

"Please--there's no need to hurt me. I'll do anything you want," I begged.

"I know. And what I want right now is for you to prove that to me. What I want is for you to lay there and take it."

"Take whaa--" I voice inflected and turned to a cry of pain as Tamara tweaked my nipple with her fingers.

"From now on, you'll address me as... Mistress."

"Tamara, you can't be serious."

Tamara grabbed my hair roughly, yanking up as she slapped me. "Call me Mistress, or you'll see how serious I am."

"Tam--M-M-Mistress. This is crazy."

She grabbed me by the throat. "I changed my mind. Call me... Goddess."

"Yes, G-Goddess," I said, struggling to get the name out as she gripped my throat.

"You'll learn to treat me like a goddess, or I'll show you crazy." Tamara slapped my other breast directly on the nipple. The slaps continued enthusiastically, alternating in an unpredictable pattern. I could tell my skin was starting to turn red with irritation at her repeated abuse. Tamara bit her lower lip, a sadistic grin creeping across her face. It was clear she wasn't just trying to torture me--she was quite thoroughly enjoying herself in the process.

I was trying as hard as I could to stay quiet, but it wasn't easy. Tears were forming in my eyes.

"Awww, did I hurt you?" She laughed. "Want me to kiss it and make it all better?"

She released my throat and pulled her hair to the side as she leaned down, softly pressing her lips against my tender breasts.

"What are you doing?" I exclaimed in shock. Her lips were soft against my skin, but were also uncomfortable against my irritated skin. She ignored me and, continued to kiss her way to my nipple. As her tongue slid over my areola, I couldn't believe what was happening. Was this where she finally admitted she liked women more than she'd previously let on? What did that mean for me?

Tamara reached up, and I thought she was going to caress my face. Instead, her hand firmly covered my mouth. Before I could ask what she was doing, I felt her teeth sink into the skin around my nipple. It was only her hand that stopped my cry of agony from escaping my lips. I cringed and tried to pull away, but there was nowhere to go and her teeth only dug in deeper.

I gasped in relief as she finally released my skin. She just grinned as she looked me right in the eyes, and began kissing my other breast.

"Goddess, please..." I would never get used to calling her that. She didn't deserve that name, and I knew it was only feeding into get delusion.

"Shhhh," she shushed me. "Just let it happen."

She kissed and licked my breast as she worked her way to my other nipple. My skin was so tender from her slapping that even the softness of her lips stung as her lips caressed my skin. As she reached my nipple, I braced as I felt her warm, wet mouth close around my nipple. Once again, her hand covered my mouth and just as I expected to feel teeth, I felt her tongue flicking my nipple.

I gasped with unease as I realized it actually felt sort of nice. It may have been the vibrating against my clitoris, but her tongue was actually really pleasurable on my breast." Just as I was getting lost in the pleasure, I felt her teeth sink into my breast changing the sensation immediately from pleasure to pain.

I gasped. "Please... just do what you need to do and get this over with."

"I'm doing exactly what I need to do," Tamara replied. "Haven't you ever heard of foreplay?"

"Ta--Goddess, this is so far from foreplay."

"That's right. I bet you're an expert on that, aren't you?" She laughed. "And if it's not foreplay, then why does it get me so dang wet?" She moaned as she bit her lower lip.

"That's a perfect question. That's one you should be asking yourself!" I exclaimed. "This shouldn't be turning you on."

"Well, it is. As you'll find out very, very shortly." She stood up and turned around. "But a foreplay session wouldn't be complete without your face between my ass cheeks."

She slid her pajama bottoms and panties down at the same time and kicked them off. I was faced with the familiar sight of her round ass as it encompassed my view. I didn't even struggle as her soft ass cheeks encompassed my face. I wanted this to be over as quickly as possible.

"I still think this is my favorite part. Well, other than the one coming next. I'm not sure what I enjoy more, the thrill of dominating and humiliating you by forcing your face into my dirty ass or simply the sensation of you struggling helplessly under me."

"I'm not going to struggle," I mumbled.

"Awww, but that's half the fun. Although I admit there's a certain appeal to knowing you're starting to enjoy this too." I hated that I was letting her think I liked what she was doing to me.

Without warning, I was suddenly faced with a less familiar, but entirely unmistakable sound. Tamara's flatulence came without warning, and seemingly without end. It was just too much, especially with the pleasurable feelings between my legs making it difficult for me to think straight. I struggled to pull my nose and mouth away from the horrendous smell.

"Damn, that smells awful," Tamara laughed. "But that's got you struggling now, hasn't it?" She grinned as she rode my head, effortlessly keeping my face wedged between her ass cheeks. My lungs started to burn as I stopped struggling. I wasn't sure if struggling to let her know I needed air would get her off sooner, or make her want to stay on. Tamara was too unpredictable.

"Lick my ass," Tamara demanded.

I cautiously stuck out my tongue, afraid of what she was planning. It turned out I was right to be concerned. After a few moments of my tongue pressed against her anus, another long, loud, and smelly fart forced it's way out.

"Oh, God!" I groaned as I pulled away in disgust. Tamara burst out laughing. "Don't you mean, Goddess? And don't worry, you'll learn to like that smell and taste too in time."

I wasn't able to even pretend I was OK with that, but I figured she wouldn't care as long as she still saw progress in the direction she wanted. Tamara "allowed" me kiss and lick her ass for a good, long while before she turned around and sat directly on my chin.

"So, are you ready to to really put your tongue to use?" Tamara inquired as she pulled her pajama top off, getting more comfortable.

"Wait, what?" I asked, startled. "You said I wouldn't have to..." I trailed off.

"What? I thought that's why you were here. You said you wanted to worship my pussy." Tamara said with irritation.

"I-I meant by letting you get off the same way you normally do. I'm not ready to lick you yet."

"Well, fuck. You had my hopes up." Tamara sighed. "But I'm willing to compromise. You don't have to lick me this time." I breathed a sigh of relief. "But," she continued, "Your tongue will absolutely be involved."

"Wait. What?" I exclaimed in shock. "You just said--"

"How dumb are you you? I just said you don't have to lick me."

"Then what--?" I paused, confused.

"You don't have to lick me. I'll do all the work. I just need your tongue."

"How is that different?" I protested.

"If it's no different to you, then you may as well start licking, because this is non-negotiable."

"What if we compromise a little differently?" I suggested, a pit starting to form in my stomach. "How about I give you an amazing orgasm using my fingers, and we'll talk about more next time."

"Every time I see your tongue--when you talk or lick your lips, I can't help wondering what it would feel like against my clit. And today is the day I find out."

"Tamara, please. This isn't right." I was terrified because I knew I couldn't do anything to stop her. I was locked in Tamara's bedroom and tied to her bed. No one even knew I was here.

"Stick out your tongue," she demanded, ignoring my plea.

"Godd--" My protest turned into mumbles as Tamara shoved her fingers through my lips into my mouth. She struggled for a few minutes before managing to get a painful, but firm grasp on my tongue and pull it out of my mouth.

"Now, leave it out, or I'll have to smother under my pussy you until you give in. And we both know I can hold out a lot longer than you can."

I sighed in defeat. She wasn't going to let me leave until she got what she wanted. And I still needed her to believe I was falling under her spell. I left my tongue out, but I was starting to feel light-headed and nauseated fearing what was coming. I was quite certain this was going to be the worst thing I'd ever experienced.

"Good. We're making so much progress today in your training. Now, stick your tongue all the way out. As far out as you can get it, and make it nice and firm for me."

I reluctantly complied, sticking my tongue further out. I watched in terror as her swollen lips grew close. Her curly, red, pubic hair brushed my tongue, and I got flashbacks to the night I'd almost licked her. Only this time I feared there was going to be nothing to save me.

"Tamara? Are you still awake?" I heard a male voice on the other side of the door. I panicked, not knowing what that meant. I assumed it was her father, but I couldn't imagine what would happen if he walked into his little girl's room and saw me chained to her bed like this.

"I'm just settling in for the night," Tamara yelled back through the door, as she resumed her descent. My tongue brushed the outer edges of of her vaginal lips.

"Good night, Daddy!" She paused again, leaving my tongue uncomfortably close to very dangerous and very disgusting territory.

Even before the footsteps had died away, I felt my tongue sliding into Tamara's vaginal lips. Just then, the vibrations from the belt stopped. It was a small relief, and I hoped she wouldn't notice.

"Oooh." Tamara moaned. She shifted around, pressing her weight against my tongue, using it to explore her pussy in painstakingly slow detail. The fact that I wasn't contributing directly to her enjoyment did little to ease the disgust I felt as her clitoris slid over the tip of my tongue. I was disgusted and appalled by the fact my tongue was being forced into another woman's pussy and by the sensations of her soft, warm flesh pressing against my tongue. I was surprised how little her taste bothered me.

As Tamara leveraged more of her weight, forcing my tongue further into her slit, I felt my tongue brush along her inner lips. It was then that I realized I'd been horribly mistaken. Her juices hadn't yet made their way to Tamara's outer vaginal lips. As Tamara's inner lips swallowed my tongue, a strong taste flooded my taste buds, thoroughly overwhelming them. Simultaneously, a familiar, musky scent filled my nostrils.

I felt my tongue sliding over her vaginal opening, and felt my nausea returning as her weight began to force my tongue right into her tight vagina.

Oh, fuck! That's hot," she moaned. "I can't believe your tongue is finally inside me." She continued lowering her weight into my tongue, causing it to disappear into her pussy millimeter by millimeter. It was worse than I'd ever imagined. "I can't tell you how many times I've laid in this very bed and imagined what it would be like to have your tongue all the way inside of me," she moaned. "God, I can't believe this is happening."

She paused. "Oh, dang. I just realized your belt stopped." I cursed silently as the belt resumed stimulating my own clitoris. The pleasure was quickly becoming unbearably intense just as my face sunk into her vaginal lips. My tongue now nearly as far inside of my sister's best friend as possible. "Ooh, you're hitting my g-spot," Tamara moaned. She pulled her bra off, dropping it to the floor as she began rubbing her nipples.

I resisted protesting because I knew it would only prolong my suffering. Tamara lifted herself slowly up and down, effectively using my tongue to fuck herself. With each thrust of my tongue into her vagina, her juices began to spread, coating my tongue. With each thrust, her juices became thicker, and I could feel the evidence of her enjoyment beginning to drip down my tongue toward my throat. My face was becoming wet in the process as her wet mound repeatedly smashed against my face and nose. Her moans were constant now, and I was in a living hell. My tongue was beginning to ache, and I was was pretty sure I'd already accidentally swallowed some of her juices. I couldn't even bear to keep my eyes open. All I could see was her mound thrusting into my face. If I was really lucky, I would also occasionally see her smug face through her large tits. The worst part was watching my tongue sliding between Tamara's eager vaginal lips over and over again.




Curious Girls Ch. 18-19



"Send me a topless pic?"

I stared at the text message in stunned silence. Michael and I had been texting back and forth all morning, but his latest text caught me off guard. I wasn't sure what I would have done in normal circumstances, but my situation was so far from normal that I no longer had any idea what normal looked like. Tamara was out of control, and I desperately hoped Michael would fill critical role in my plan to rid myself of Tamara. The sooner our relationship became serious, the better. I needed to be able to trust him to have my back when I told him the truth. It wasn't like I was being manipulative just to get his help; I really did like him. However, I wouldn't have been coming on so strongly if not for my desperation to be done with Tamara as soon as humanly possible.

I reached down, crossing my arms as I tugged my shirt over my head. For a minute or two, I stared at my body in the full-length mirror hanging from my door. Twisting side to side, I looked critically at my body, noticing every flaw and imperfection. My butt was too small, and my chest was too flat. It certainly didn't help to grow up around Tamara and Krista. Neither my sister nor her friend were lacking in the chest department. In fact, they both had decent asses too. As many times as Tamara had forced my face between her nasty butt cheeks, I couldn't deny she had a really nice ass. It just wasn't one I wanted near my face.

All I could do was hope Michael could see past my imperfections. He was obviously attracted enough to me to be interested in seeing more of my body. However, I couldn't help but worry my chest would leave him disappointed; my bra and clothing were bound to make my breasts look bigger than they really were. I briefly debated whether or not to leave the bra on for the picture. In some ways, the bra added mystery and helped to push up my breasts. After a moment, I sighed and unfastened my bra. I actually kind of liked my small, perky breasts. I just worried that others wouldn't. I struggled to push my self-doubts out of my head. I needed things to move faster with Michael, and I felt like I needed to give him enough reason to stick around. There was no way I was going to do that by being a prude.

The topless look with jean shorts was actually pretty sexy; I could work with that. Seeking reassurance, I found myself searching online for pictures of topless glamour models. I felt a little weird searching for something disturbingly close to pornography, but I kept telling myself it was purely for research purposes. I was sure glamour models had to know a lot more about looking sexy than I did. I took dozens of selfies in various poses I copied from other models, finally ending up with a few satisfactory pictures.

Nervously, I fumbled with my phone. A text notification appeared on my screen, and I tapped it to get back into our conversion. Taking a deep breath, I attached the photo and tried to think of a suggestive comment. "How's this for a response to your question?" I added a winky face at the end for good measure and waited. It didn't take long.

"Wow!" It said, "I thought I might have been asking too much, but that response is better than I could have hoped for." A second text immediately followed. "You have such amazing breasts... I can't look away."

I guess I shouldn't have been surprised that he thought my breasts were sexy, but I was surprisingly pleased to hear him say it.

"Not too small for you?" I texted back, blushing.

"No. They are perfect. If only you knew what I'd like to do with them," came the reply. I couldn't stop smiling, despite how embarrassed I felt. The conversation was unexpectedly exhilarating.

"Why don't you tell me what you'd like to do with them?" I bit my lip, feeling a tickle beginning between my legs.

"I would start by caressing every inch of them softly with my lips."

I was really starting to get into the conversation and figured I'd take things up a notch.

"If you did that," I replied, "I must just have to get on my knees and show you my appreciation." My cheeks were scarlet.

There was a long, awkward silence. I didn't dare breathe or look away as I waited for a response. After what felt like eternity, my phone buzzed.

"Ooh. I'd love to feel your mouth on me," the text read.

I grinned, feeling both embarrassed at my forwardness, and invigorated by the successful nature of my flirting. "I'll let you take me on a date Friday. Afterward, I'll show you just how good I can be with mouth," I typed back, hoping I wasn't overselling myself.

I knew I was taking a big step, but desperate times called for desperate measures. 

"It's a date," came the reply. "Can't wait. What is your address?"

I was a little surprised, but I realized he had no reason to know my address. He had never been over to the house due to my attempts at keeping Krista and Tamara in the dark. I texted him the address.

"Be here at 7:00 PM? And if you wear something sexy enough, I might have trouble keeping my hands off of you." I texted flirtatiously.

The conversation died shortly after. I couldn't believe I'd sent Michael a topless picture of me, but I was getting desperate. For some reason, it felt like Michael and I were having trouble making strong connection. I wanted desperately for us to make it to the next step, but it felt like something was holding him back. I hoped that if I was more adventurous and suggestive, it would help bring him out of his comfort zone. But I had to be careful not to come off as desperate or clingy. I needed him to want a more serious relationship, but he had to think it was his idea.

*****

Over the next couple of days, I could focus on little else. I was excited by the prospect of a sexy date with my boyfriend. Could I call him that? I smiled at the thought. I was also extraordinarily anxious by my implied promise to Michael. I had spent countless hours researching how to give proper head to a man, and I was not at all confident. In fact, the more I researched, the less confident I felt. Women were so much simpler to figure out, but I suspected men probably felt the same about women.

Seeing as my plan were coming along surprisingly well, I decided I should figure out how to remove this damn chastity belt. Once Krista was in a relationship, she would be spending less time with Tamara and eventually get over her feelings entirely. And once I felt confident enough that I could trust Michael, I would remove the belt and I would go all of the way with him. However, I needed to be reasonably sure I could trust him before removing the belt. Once I removed it, I had a limited window before Tamara would discover my betrayal. I would commit to telling him everything, and I would hope that he would stand with me--not only protect me, but to help get the blackmail material back from Tamara.

I wandered uncomfortably into the hardware store. I felt like a fish out of water. There were few places I felt I belonged as little as a hardware store. And I suspected I had already been in hardware stores more than most women my age, but I still knew next to nothing about anything in here. I spent the next hour wandering up and down each aisle until I found something that looked like what Tamara had used to cut the lock off my belt. It was a "bolt cutter." It looked simple enough to operate. I felt a little embarrassed that I hadn't realized such a tool existed. But even if I had known, I still couldn't have done anything about my situation. Since I started wearing the belt, my encounters with Tamara had been significantly reduced, and she had stopped trying to make me lick her. Granted, what she had forced me to do was almost as bad, but I had no doubt that things would be a lot worse without the belt. It was a far from ideal situation, but I was still reluctant to rock the proverbial boat. It would be bad enough if Krista found out that Tamara and I were "involved," but if Tamara started abusing Krista the same way--I just couldn't let that happen. Without hesitation or doubt, I purchased the tool, excited at the prospect that freedom was near.

*****

I climbed up to my window and, opening the window as quietly as possible, slid the bolt cutter through. I was reminded that I still needed to get a new lock for my window since the last had been compromised, but it wasn't urgent considering I had been spending my nights sleeping in Krista's room.

With the window closed, I walked back to the front door. There was every chance I wouldn't even run into Krista, but I didn't want to have to explain the bolt cutters. Sure enough, I made my way to my room encounter free. I closed the door and recovered the bolt cutters from below the window. After surveying my room, I hid them behind my bed, comforted knowing that I had them available when I was ready. I had just finished hiding the bolt cutters when I heard Krista's voice.

"Hey, Sara. What's up?"

I turned, startled. "Er--nothing," I said quickly. "You just startled me is all. I wish you'd knock before opening my door."

"Sorry, I forgot," Krista apologized.

"You always forget," I said half joking.

"Sorry! I'll do better." She smiled. "The reason I came in here was to tell you... I don't think I'm going to go on that date with Madison after all."

"What?!" I exclaimed. "Why not?" 

She looked at me strangely, no doubt confused by my reaction.

"I just don't know. I'm too nervous. What if she has expectations? I don't know how to do this!" She was clearly flustered.

This had to happen. I needed Krista and Madison to hit it off. My hope was that Krista, distracted by Madison, wouldn't even notice an increasing lack of Tamara in her life.

"I'll go with you," I said with almost no thought.

"What?"

"I'll go with you and Madison. We'll have a double date."

"Who are you going to go with on such short notice?" She asked skeptically.

"What, you think I don't ever date?" I joked.

"Psh. You would have told me!"

"I was going to, but this would be our first real date; I didn't want to jinx it!" The real reason was more that I didn't want Tamara to find out about Michael. I knew in my gut she would find a way to mess things up between us.

"Well, I guess... I almost have to say yes just to meet this 'friend' of yours," Krista grinned.

"We actually had a date planned for Friday night too. 7:00 PM. Why don't you have Madison meet us here, and we'll all go out together.

She thought for a moment. "Yeah, OK. That'd be fun."

I hoped Michael would be OK with this, but I figured I'd let him find out when he arrived. I hated to spring a surprise on him, but I needed this date with Krista and Madison to happen.

"Sara?" Krista asked nervously. "Can we practice kissing a little more? I think that would also help me feel less anxious about my date with Madison."

I hesitated. It still felt weird to kiss my sister. The last time we'd kissed, I'd been so sexually pent up that even kissing my sister had started to turn me on. It was hard to get those kind of memories out of your head. No one should have to experience getting aroused while making out with their sister; it was just too many levels of fucked up. Of course, no one should have to make out with their sister either, but that was a different issue. Still, if it made Krista feel more comfortable with Madison, it would be worth it. Additionally, a part of me needed to prove to myself that my arousal the last time was the result of weeks of chastity and nothing more.

"Sure," I smiled, "For a few minutes, anyway."

She bounded over excitedly and tackled me to the bed. Leaning over, she pressed her lips against mine.

"What's gotten into you?" I asked in surprise as she finally pulled her lips momentarily away from mine.

"Just trying to be more outgoing," she grinned. "Now shut up and give me your tongue."

I reluctantly did as she asked. As she sucked my tongue, I had exactly two thoughts pass through my head. The first was surprise as to why she felt she needed practice. It seemed she had gotten perhaps too comfortable with kissing--at least when it came to kissing me. The second thought was the fact that that my tongue, which was now in my sister's mouth, had been in her best friend's pussy only the night before. And I wasn't at all sure how that made me feel.

On the plus side, kissing her caused significantly less arousal than it had the last time. I suspected that I was still a little sexually pent up, but it wasn't bad enough this time that I was willing to subject myself to Tamara's abuse just to work out my remaining tension. And seeing as this would be the last time I kissed Krista, it would have have to be good enough.

*****

Friday arrived quickly. I could barely contain my excitement and anxiety. It was my first official date with Michael, and his expectations would be high based on our earlier text conversation. I had never given a guy head before. I was surprised to discover that all my "encounters" with Tamara had not lessened my reservations with respect to sex. If anything, I was more nervous than ever. It was possibly due to the fact that I'd never been so intimate with a man before or perhaps it was the pressure I was putting on myself to be perfect. I wondered if he would have expectations from past experiences with other women. I hoped not. I needed to leave him speechless our first time.

After trying on my umpteenth outfit, I finally found a flared mini skirt and a white, backless top that I was happy with. The outfit was suggestive, yet classy--in cute sort of way. The shirt hung off my body in a more flattering way than many of the outfits I'd tried, and the skirt hugged my hips just enough to tease but also leave enough to the imagination. I bought the skirt because it was too adorable to pass up, but I hadn't worn it around town much because I felt a little uncomfortable showing too much leg. But if I wasn't going to push the limits of my comfort zone on something as simple as skirt length, then there was no way I was going to be brave enough to carry through with my promise to Michael.

I admired myself in the mirror as I applied my mascara and eyeshadow; There was no way Michael would be able to resist me. Just as I was finishing up, I heard Krista yelling up the stairs.

"Sara! Your date is here." Something in her voice sounded strange. I hurried down, unsure what to expect. As I descended the stairs, I saw Krista standing next to Madison. My eyes traveled to the open door and I noticed a woman standing at the door. I was momentarily confused until I realized I knew her. And then I was really confused.

"A-Amber?" I stammered in confusion. Was she here to see me? Why was she dressed up? Her hair was more tame than it had been at the bar, but still had a stylish and unique flair. She had on pink lipstick with a gloss, eyeliner, and a sleek, low-cut, black dress that accentuated her own small chest. Was she on her way somewhere?

"You look amazing," Amber stated nervously as she stood in the doorway.

"Sara," Krista interjected, "Don't be rude. Invite her in!"

"Uh--right! Please... come in." I closed the door behind her as she entered.

Before I realized what was happening, Amber turned and wrapped her arms around me. I stood there awkwardly with my hands at my sides, trying to figure out if I should hug her back. Amber turned her head, and I felt her soft lips press against my ear. I could feel the warmth of her breath on my skin.

"I hope I look sexy enough for you tonight," she whispered.

Her breathy whisper sent shivers down my spine. That was too much coincidence. That had been between me and Michael. How could she possibly know that?

"Uh--I'm sorry," I said quickly, "I just remembered I left the curling iron on. I'll be right back."

I darted into the kitchen and quickly pulled out my phone to make sure I hadn't entirely lost my mind. As I scrolled through my messages, I noticed a number I didn't recognize. I clicked into the conversation and my stomach sank when I saw the end of the conversation. It was the conversation I'd thought had been with Michael. What had I done? As I struggled to figure out what happened, I remembered that I'd had to exit the conversation to take the picture. I must have somehow switched conversations and asked out Amber instead of Michael! But how had that happened? I didn't even know her number. Had she texted me? I scrolled up to the top of the conversation and read her initial message that I'd somehow missed before.

"Hey, Sara. I found your number in my yearbook. I hope you can forgive my behavior the other night. I really do like you, and I would love to see more of you."

Crap. And in response to that, I'd apparently sent her my topless photo.

"What's going on?" Krista asked, excitedly from behind me. "Is she your date?!"

"What? No." I reacted quickly, pocketing my cell phone. I panicked as I tried and figure out how to handle this. "I mean--yes."

"Well, which is it?" Krista raised her eyebrows at me.

I couldn't take the chance that Krista would bail if she thought I didn't have a date. I knew how reluctant she'd been to go on this date alone, and the double-date was the only reason she'd agreed to go out with Madison.

"Sorry, I misunderstood at first. Yes, Amber is... my date." It felt strange to say.

"What? Are you into women too?!" She asked in surprise.

I hesitated. I wasn't sure I could lie about liking women, even if it was for a noble cause.

"Well, I wanted to see what all the fuss was about." I winked at her. "Besides... she really seems to like me, and when she asked me out it felt rude to turn her down outright.

"I think you liked kissing me more than you want to admit," Krista teased. "If you wanted to do it again, you didn't need to go find someone else. Unless it's because you didn't like kissing me..."

"I liked kissing you!" I said defensively, before realizing that sounded odd. "I mean, I didn't mind kissing you...

"Relax! I'm just teasing," Krista laughed. "I can understand wanting to experiment. I certainly can't judge. Just be careful not to lead her on if you're not serious about this."

We walked toward the kitchen door. "So... you liked kissing me, huh?" Krista grinned.

I laughed and smacked her. "Stop that!"

We went back to our "dates," and I committed mentally to doing this date properly. I would just explain things to Amber as soon as we had a moment alone. I hoped she would be understanding.

I walked over and returned Amber's kiss on her cheek. "Amber! So sorry for the confusion! I just realized that I forgot to tell you that we are going on a double-date with my sister and her girlfriend. I hope that's OK." I saw Madison and Krista look at each other awkwardly when I used the word girlfriend to describe their relationship.

She looked slightly disappointed. "No. I don't mind," she smiled.

*****

As we settled into a booth at the restaurant, I was more interested in watching the interaction between Krista and Madison. However, Amber seemed very interested in getting to know me better, and she kept distracting my attention away from Krista and Madison.

"I bet you never thought back in high school that one day we'd be on a date together," Amber smiled rubbing her foot against mine.

"Uh, no. I can honestly say I never would have guessed that," I laughed back nervously.

Amber turned out to surprisingly easy to talk to. We had enough in common that conversation flowed easily, and I quickly forgot that this was supposed to be a date. I had become so engrossed in my own conversation, I had lost track of the conversation between Krista and Madison. They were smiling and laughing a lot, so that was enough for me to be satisfied. 

Just when I was starting to relax a little, I noticed that Amber's eyes kept looking at something. I looked down at my dress, trying to figure out if I'd gotten something on me. That's when I realized that she was subtly stealing glances at my cleavage. I'd worn a fairly low-cut dress myself thinking that I was going to be trying to seduce Michael, and it wasn't until that point that I realized I was could now be sending that message to Amber. She would think that I wore this outfit specifically for her. That's when it also occurred to me that she was dressed the way she was for me. She was clearly accentuating her own breasts, and that meant wanted me to notice them. I realized I'd gotten lost in my own thoughts, and as I looked away from Amber's chest, I realized she'd also noticed me looking. Crap. Now I was definitely sending the wrong message.




Curious Girls Ch. 18-19



I looked away awkwardly, blushing. I started making a conscious effort to avoid even glancing at her chest, but then I started worrying that she was going to notice I was avoiding looking. How much was a normal amount to look at another woman's chest? What if that made her think I found her breasts too distracting to even glance at? As she was telling me something about her family, I noticed she began playing with her necklace which hung near her cleavage. I kept finding my eyes being inadvertently drawn to the motion. Was she doing that on purpose? No, she didn't seem to be noticing my occasional glances.

"So, tell me about your family," she said. I shook my head and tried to return my focus to the conversation.

"Well, it's just Krista and me." She leaned down, propping her elbows on the table and her head on her hands. "Our parents died when we were younger," I continued, getting distracted by her shirt. As she listened intently to my story in her new position, the neckline of her dress had fallen away from her body giving me an unexpected eyeful. I blushed as I caught a glimpse of her nipple. She wasn't wearing a bra! I looked up quickly. I couldn't tell if she'd noticed my looking, nor could I tell if she was trying to distract me on purpose. I spent the rest of dinner being self-conscious and second-guessing about every aspect of my interaction with Amber.

When the bill finally arrived, I was grateful. I was overthinking everything far too much, and it was getting difficult to enjoy myself. I just had to keep reminding myself of why I was doing this. I reached for the already split bill, but Amber beat me to it.

"I've got this," she smiled at me.

But--" I started to protest. "I'm the one who asked you out! I should pay for yours, or we should at least do this dutch treat." I feel uncomfortable with her paying for my dinner in light of the fact I didn't consider this a real date, but she wouldn't take no for an answer. Despite my fighting her for it, she managed to get her credit card to the waitress before I could. The waitress returned shortly with the credit slip. Amber pulled her phone out of her purse to calculate the tip. As she switched away from her home screen, I was stunned to get a momentary glimpse of the the topless photo I'd inadvertently sent her. It was right on her home screen! I was speechless, but now certainly wasn't the time to talk to her about it. I just hoped Krista hadn't seen her screen. I'd never live that down.

"Think of this as my way of apologizing for before," she smiled as she finished signing the credit slip.

"Well... thank you," I said awkwardly.

"No problem," she smiled, touching my hand.

*****

We drove home in the dark, and the silence in the car was deafening. I wondered if there would be any awkwardness trying to end the date with Amber. So far, things had gone reasonably well, but I remembered how pushy she had been at the bar. And I still hadn't found a way to tell her this wasn't a real date.

"Ooh. Look how pretty that park is," Madison exclaimed. "We should stop!"

"Oh, I don't think--" I started to protest, but no one seemed to hear me. And considering I wasn't in the driver's seat, I had little choice but to follow along. The park was serene and, unsurprisingly, we seemed to be alone. The atmosphere could have even been considered romantic with the moonlight and stars above shining brightly in the night sky.

As we wandered along a path through the trees, Madison spoke up.

"Hey, why don't we split up so we can each have some couples time?"

Krista and I looked awkwardly at each other, neither quite sure how to respond. While I knew I could use the time to explain the situation to Amber, I also knew that Krista was nervous about being alone with Madison.

"That sounds like a perfect idea," Amber chimed in.

I stood with my mouth open in an unspoken protest as Amber's fingers intertwined mine, pulling me in the opposite direction as Madison did the same with Krista.

Before I could figure out what to do, Madison and Krista were well out of sight, and I suddenly realized that Amber and I were completely alone. Finding myself so abruptly alone with Amber caught me off guard. She turned toward me.

"I'm glad you texted back. I was worried I'd crossed a line the other night at the bar."

"Uh, no. I was just surprised, and I didn't know how to respond. Besides, you know I'm already in a complicated relationship."

I debated whether or not I should tell her now that this wasn't a real date and that I wasn't even interested in women. I hesitated because I didn't want to cause complications before Krista and Madison's date was over, and I had no idea how Amber would react.

She grabbed my hands. "A relationship shouldn't be complicated. I think we both know that's why you're out tonight with me instead. As for the night at the bar, I was drunk and let myself get carried away. I never thought you might actually be interested in a relationship with me."

"Uh, about that--" I started, but hesitated.

"What is it?" She asked, making eye contact with me.

I suddenly had second thoughts again. I changed the subject. "Look at the moon tonight. Isn't it beau--"

Amber suddenly reached up, cupped my face in her hands, and before I knew what was happening her lips were on mine. 

"I pulled away in surprise.

"What was that?" I exclaimed.

"It's just--you were talking about the moon, and you looked so beautiful." She caressed my cheek, pulling me back in for a kiss.

Taken by surprise, my body instinctively responded by kissing her back. It was just like my practice sessions with Krista. However, the longer we kissed, the more subtle differences I noticed. While my sister was tall and well-endowed, Amber was more like me. She was a little shorter than me with small, perky breasts with straight hips. When Krista and I kissed, I always felt the presence of her breasts pressing against mine acting like a soft buffer between us. With Amber, it was different. I could still feel her breasts against mine but, as both of us were smaller chested, our bodies naturally pressed closer together leading to a more intimate embrace. Initially, her hips were pulled away from me, but as the kiss progressed I felt her stomach and hips beginning to press against my own. Something about feeling Amber's hips against mine was making me feel strange.

Amber's hand caressed my cheek as it drifted down my body. I was suddenly pulled from my trance as I felt Amber's hands squeeze my ass.

"What the hell is that?" Amber exclaimed, still holding her body against mine. 

"N-Nothing." I tried to free myself from Amber's grasp. 

"Oh, that is definitely something," Amber grinned, trying to get her hands back on my ass. 

"Amber, please... stop," I grabbed Amber's hands, holding them away from my body. "It's... personal.

"I bet it's a strapon," Amber teased as she attempted to free her hands from my grasp.

"It's not a--," I paused, reverting to a whisper. "It's not a strapon," I responded curtly, "It's just kind of hard to explain."

"Well, then just show me," laughed Amber as she broke free.

"Amber! Please--," I begged as my heel slipped on the edge of the sidewalk. We both went tumbling into the grass.

Amber, not wanting to miss an opportunity, quickly straddled me and pinned me to the ground. Before I could stop her, she had already lifted my skirt.

"What the...," stuttered Amber as her hands ran over the metal belt. "Is that a chastity belt? You're wearing a chastity belt?!"

Using Amber's shock to my advantage, I pushed Amber off and pulled myself to my feet. We stood there awkwardly, catching our breath.

"Well, well, well," sang Amber. "Sticks and stones may break my bones... but whips and chains excite me," Amber grinned. "Did your girlfriend put that on you?"

"Yes," I mumbled, embarrassed to have my secret out. "But I want it off."

"But I think I want you to keep it on," purred Amber. "Is that why you pulled away from me at the bar? And why you wanted to go down on me but never mentioned letting me return the favor?" 

This had gone too far. "Look, Amber. I think this was a bad idea. I thought I might be into girls, but I think I made a mistake."

She stepped back in confusion.

"A mistake?" She looked angry now. "A mistake?! You string me along for days, and then call me a mistake?"

"No! It's not like that," I protested as I realized I suddenly needed to use the restroom. Normally, I would have just waited until I got home, but I needed Tamara to unlock this damn belt, and I wasn't sure how long I could hold it.

"You flirt with me, tease me with sexy photos, and then you tell me you want to go down on me. And now you're telling me I'm misreading things?! You can't tell me you didn't feel something from that kiss."

I didn't have the time to analyze what--if I felt anything from our kiss. The only feeling I cared about right now was the uncomfortable feeling beginning to take over my body. I didn't want to find out what would happen if I couldn't find Tamara in time. That's when I realized we were actually closer to her house right now than if I went home first. I could walk there right now from the park.

"I can explain," I said, trying to calm her.

"An explanation is the least of what you owe me. You let me pay for your dinner! You can start by explaining how you're not into girls when you've already told me you have a girlfriend."

"I never said I have a--" I hesitated. She had obviously heard what she had expected to hear, but this was getting out of control and the urgency was increasing. I was sure I could explain the whole ridiculous situation and calm her down if I just had the time.

"Amber, look. I'm sorry. I don't have the time to explain this right now." I backed away.

"You'd better make time," she said sternly.

I continued to walk, picking up speed. Amber followed for a few steps before stopping. I could feel her piercing gaze on me as I hurried away; she was clearly angry. I hated to leave her like this, but I was beginning to feel very uncomfortable for multiple reasons. It wasn't until I reached the other side of the park that I realized I was ditching Krista and Madison too. I hoped Krista would forgive me. I pulled out my phone as I tried to think of an excuse for my sudden absence. To my surprise, I had a message from Krista waiting for me.

"Where did you and Amber go? We're at the car," it read.

That told me Amber either hadn't gotten back to the car yet or wasn't going back. After all, it would be awkward for her to show up without me; she barely knew Madison or Krista. Either way, I had an idea--one I hoped Amber would forgive me for along with everything else.

"We're going to go hang out Amber's house for a while. Sorry to bail," I replied.

"What? No! You can't leave me alone..." She texted back.

"You'll be fine. I'm sorry for ditching you! I don't want to, but--" I paused. What could I tell her? "Amber's girlfriend broke up with her recently, and she's having a hard time with it." It was all made up, but I hoped it would satisfy Krista.

"I'm so sorry to hear that! But... be careful," Krista replied.

"Careful?"

"I know this is a casual thing to you, but it's not for Amber. She really seems to like you. Be careful not to give her the wrong idea." Krista warned.

"Yes, Mother," I responded back sarcastically.

"Hey, I'm just watching out for the both of you. See you later tonight. You owe me!"

"Night!" I responded, turning my phone off and putting it away.

Much sooner than I would have preferred, I found myself outside Tamara's window. I stood there, sick to my stomach knowing what she would demand of me. The thought of her taste on my tongue was enough to make me gag.

I had a tool in my room right now that would solve this whole mess. And I without have to beg on my hands and knees for Tamara to take pity on me. If only she didn't have that damn SD card, I might feel braver about defying her. She'd also threatened Krista, and I had no way of knowing if she was bluffing. For all I knew, Krista and I could handle Tamara as long as we faced her together. The problem was, that meant telling Krista what Tamara had done to me. A part of me worried that even if Krista believed me, she'd never forgive me. I couldn't live with that. The best hope I had right now was that Krista would fall for Madison. In the best case, Krista and Tamara would simply drift apart, and I would never see her again. However, if I had to tell Krista, it would hopefully lessen her hurt if she had someone else in her life. Nothing I could think of was foolproof, but at least I felt I was generally heading in the right direction. And once I could convince Michael to help me get the SD card from Tamara, she would have no leverage over me. I would have Michael to protect me from Tamara's wrath, but I still worried Tamara might try to get back at me through Krista. I would cross that bridge when I came to it. However, if there was only one thing I was confident about, it was that no one was going to hurt my little sister.

Unfortunately, I still had a decision to make right now. And not only did I need Tamara to remain complacent for my plan to have a chance, I wasn't sure I could wait until I got home to use the restroom.

"Sara?" I was startled as Tamara's voice interrupted my thoughts. I hadn't even heard the window open.

I sighed in defeat. "I guess you know why I'm here."

"I do. But I want to hear it from you."

I hesitated. "I'm here... to be used."

"You're here to be used, what?"

"I'm here to be used... Goddess."

"Hmmmm... I don't think I like the way that sounds. I don't think I'm in the mood to 'use' anyone." She started to close the window.

"Wait!" I caught the window with my hand. "I'm here to please you, Goddess."

"Better." She bit her lip. "But it sounds like I'm doing you a favor. How do you ask for a favor?"

I grimaced, trying not to show my frustration as I got down on my knees. "Goddess, I need to please you. I need to... taste you." I struggled to get the words out, but she still seemed to want more. "Please let me... fuck you with my tongue," I begged, my face turning scarlet.

She threw the window open wide and disappeared into her room. Although she didn't say a word, she didn't need to; her smile said everything.

*****

Tamara climbed slowly off the bed. She was clearly winded, her knees shaky from intense exertion and prolonged pleasure.

"Fuck, that was amazing," she moaned as she ran her fingers through her hair. "I didn't mean to get so carried away, I just got so ridiculously turned on when you were begging to tongue-fuck me."

It was all I could do to just lay there in silent humiliation trying to catch my own breath. Tamara had a bad habit of getting so caught up in her own pleasure that she would forget about anything else, including my ability to breathe. Without fail, the times I needed oxygen the most would be times she was shoving my face the deepest into her sex. I would have to deal with just trying to get the tiniest gasp of air while her only concern was how amazing her clit felt as she thrust it roughly against my nose. And even the breaths I managed to get were difficult to enjoy with her slick juices making their way into my nose and mouth. Each and every time I submitted semi-willingly to Tamara, I told myself that I knew what to expect--that it wouldn't be so bad this time. And each time, I was reminded that no matter much I mentally prepared myself, there were just some things for which you could never be properly prepared.

As was the norm after Tamara satiated her sexual appetite, my face was disturbingly slick with her cum. However, it was surprisingly easy to forget the details: the stickiness, and the pungent, musky smell that invaded my nostrils.

It was hard to believe there was a time when I only had to fear suffocating under her fat ass. I vaguely even recalled a time that followed when I thought the lengthy ass licking sessions were as bad as it could get. And then I found myself sorely mistaken when Tamara discovered the joys of pleasuring herself on my face. It was so much worse that nothing before even seemed remotely bad by comparison. Perhaps it was just wishful thinking, but I immediately concluded that nothing could be worse than that. However, I was slowly learning that I couldn't underestimate Tamara. Weeks later, I would find myself with my tongue inside of her, covered with her cum. I had avoided licking her like she clearly wanted, but her juices dripping down my tongue into my throat made for a hollow victory.

I was determined not to underestimate her again. I knew it wouldn't be long before she would demand more from me. She wouldn't be satisfied until I committed to do without hesitation whatever nasty things were still lurking in her sick mind. Hell, she probably wouldn't be happy unless I was the one begging for it too. I kept reminding myself that I would only have to suffer through her abuse a little while longer.

I was also physically spent because Tamara insisted that we both orgasm together. She was still convinced she could train my body to to enjoy her abuse. It was a ridiculous notion, but it did mean she'd spent her four back-to-back orgasms with her fingers between my legs. It was hard to object to all the pleasure she was causing me, but I couldn't fully enjoy my orgasms with my face buried deeply inside another woman's wet slit. At the same time, there was a strange, taboo appeal to being dominated and forced to cum against my will. However, if I was going to fantasize about such things, my fantasies most certainly would not have included Tamara. And there was something else I'd noticed. Perhaps it was a combination of adrenaline, fear, and oxygen deprivation, but my orgasms had been unusually intense. Whatever the reason, I was just thankful when she finally released me and allowed me to use the restroom.

Tamara had a half bathroom inside her bedroom, which I supposed I should be thankful for. However, when I tried to close the door behind me, Tamara's foot blocked it.

"Not happening," she said firmly. "You haven't earned any right to privacy yet."

"What?!" I asked in shock. "You can't expect me to go to the bathroom with the door open!"

"That's precisely what I expect."

"Tamara, please. Can't you leave me some small shred of dignity?

"Let me think about that," she mused. "Hmmmm--No." She grinned, never tiring of manipulating and playing with my emotions. "But hey, if you don't need to go that urgently, I think I've got the energy for another round or two."

"No! I mean--I'm going. Just, can't you look away or something?"

"I could, but I don't want to," she laughed. She stared intently at me as I sat down on the toilet.

I couldn't hold it any more. I felt so exposed and awkward under Tamara's penetrating stare as my bowels emptied into the toilet. I felt immense relief which lasted only until I remembered I was under Tamara's watchful gaze. I thought emptying my bowels was awkward enough, but I realized cleaning myself was going to be even more awkward. I uncomfortably grabbed the toilet paper and did my best to clean myself without exposing myself any more of myself than necessary. Somehow, being forced to use the restroom in front of Tamara was humiliating in a whole new way. It was like she'd invaded yet another aspect of my life that should have remained private. 

"Good. Now clean off your belt," she demanded, holding the chastity belt out to me.

"Any chance you'd let me skip putting this on it I agree to come over--," I hesitated, "Once a week?"

She laughed, and tossed the belt at me. "Clean it," she said firmly.

I sighed, and began scrubbing the plugs clean with warm water and soap.




Curious Girls Ch. 18-19



"Now, dry it and give it back to me." Confused, I did as requested. "I can hardly expect you to put this on without lubricant, now can I?" she grinned as she began sliding both of the plugs slowly into her still wet, vaginal lips--first one plug and then the other.

"Aren't you going to thank me?" She asked as she handed it back.

I grimaced as I took it from her, noting how her thick juices spread liberally over both of the plugs.

"Thank you, Tama--Goddess." I said through clenched teeth.

"You're welcome. Now put them in."

"I'd never stuck anything inside myself before, and I wasn't sure it made things any easier. Having things forced on you was very different than doing them yourself. The vaginal plug went in easily, but I had more difficulty with the anal plug. I pushed it in slowly, breathing to calm myself as it slid into my body. I hated the way she stood there watching me violate myself. Tamara's 'lubricant' actually did make them easier to insert. That said, if it were up to me I would have inserted them dry before allowing Tamara near them.

"Hey, I just realized you've had my cum in all of your holes now," she laughed. "Mouth, ass, pussy... and even your nose."

Her taunting was irritating, but easy enough to ignore while I finished strapping myself back into the belt. The icing on the cake was when she handed me the locks. She actually expected me to lock myself into the belt. Her confidence in her control over my actions was appalling. However, what was more disgusting was the fact that I knew just as well as she did that I was going to do exactly as she asked. I reluctantly attached the locks one by one, feeling the weight of each as they successively stripped away my brief, but glorious moment of freedom.

*****

The next two weeks were truly terrible. Any illusion I had about being able to handle my situation quickly dissipated. You don't realize just how often you need the restroom until you have to go begging each time to your sister's best friend. As I would soon come to discover, I averaged around one bathroom trip daily and occasionally twice in a day. I even had a couple embarrassing occasions where I thought I needed to go, only to discover that it was a false alarm. Those times were even worse because not only did I have to endure multiple hours of abuse at Tamara's hands, but she would mockingly inform me that I didn't need to make up excuses to come visit her.

Throughout the last couple of weeks, I estimated I'd been to see her over a dozen times. And at a minimum of three or four orgasms per visit, that was easily--I felt sick as I did the math in my head. It may have been as many as 100 times that Tamara had orgasmed on my face, chin, mouth, and tongue over the past two weeks. It was truly the lowest point in my life since this whole dreadful ordeal began. I had to be careful about where I went or who I was with for fear of being disrupted by the need to move my bowels. My whole life was disrupted. By the end of the second week, I found myself increasingly falling into deep depression. I got to where I could barely force myself to eat because I didn't want to end up having to see Tamara again.

It was even beginning to interfere with my attempts at building a relationship with Michael. On the list of very small positives, Tamara had been over less often lately and Krista and Madison had been spending a lot more time together; it was about the only thing that kept me going. It meant that at least a portion of my plan was working. For some reason, I was having trouble moving forward with the other part of my plan. Michael had been hard to pin down on specific days or times. The few times we had hung out recently, he'd either had to leave early, or I had to leave abruptly to visit Tamara. Other than my success with Madison and Krista, the only high point was that it was very likely that I had had more orgasms in the last two weeks than over the past two years. However, circumstances made any enjoyment of that fact nearly impossible. Tamara, on the other hand, seemed to greatly enjoy each and every one of her countless orgasms at my expense.

*****

With Krista and Madison spending a lot of their free time together, I was left with a sudden gap in my own life. And rather than be alone where Tamara could find me, I spent as much time as I could with Michael. I really felt like things we're really starting to come together, and as soon as I could get Michael to a point where he would commit to me more fully, I'd be ready to spring my trap on Tamara.

When Krista announced that she and Tamara were having a sleepover Friday night, I knew that I'd likely be relegated back to my own bedroom. I couldn't even remember the last time I'd slept in there. I'd started sleeping with Krista to avoid the risk of being trapped all night in my bedroom with Tamara which was exactly what I was afraid would happen with this sleepover. I assured Krista that I didn't mind sleeping alone for the one night, but the minute they disappeared into Krista's room I grabbed a pre-packed bag and climbed out the window. 

I drove to Michael's apartment, wondering I should have given him warning. Then again, who could possibly be upset about a cute girl showing up outside your door in the middle of the night dressed in her pajamas? I knocked softly on the door. There was no answer, so I texted him. I hoped he wasn't already sleeping.

"Hey, sexy. Come to your door, I've got a surprise for you,"I texted flirtatiously.

"What? You're here now???" Came his reply a moment later.

"It's cold out here. Hurry up and let me in, or I'm going to start ringing your doorbell obnoxiously." I replied.

A moment later, Michael opened the door in his boxers.

"Sara--what are you doing here?"

"I couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd surprise you. See if maybe you wanted to have a little fun." I winked at him, and then as I looked down at his boxers, I was pleasantly surprised to see he was apparently very happy to see me. This would be the perfect opportunity for me to to show him just how much I liked him.

"Uh--Um--" he stuttered, "I have family visiting tonight." He paused, obviously conflicted. "If you can give me 15-20 minutes, I'm all yours. We can go out somewhere. Maybe a motel room?"

Now it was my turn to hesitate. I hated to pull him away from his family, and a motel room seemed kind of seedy.

"You know what, why don't we re-schedule. It's obviously not a good time."

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Absolutely! No worries at all. You just let me know when I can have you all to myself, and we'll see where things go at that point." I smiled at him, knowing my implication was clear.

As I made my way back to my car, it occurred to me that I could always go stay at a motel myself. I wasn't sure why that hadn't occurred to me when Tamara stayed over before, but it sounded like a great idea at the moment. At least, it did until I realized that in my hurry I had neglected to bring my wallet with me. I swore silently under my breath.

I drove home and parked in the driveway, turning the car off and waiting silently. I'd sit here for a few minutes before sneaking back in to find my wallet. I wanted to make sure they were asleep. If Tamara was going to try sneaking into my room, she'd probably do it right after Krista fell asleep. I figured I'd give her enough time to find me missing, give up, and then fall asleep herself.

I leaned my chair back and waited patiently.

*****

The sun shone brightly into my eyes, waking me. My neck was stiff. I rubbed it as I struggled to make sense of my surroundings. I realized I'd fallen asleep in the car. The clock showed 9:43. It was basically a toss-up whether they'd still be sleeping, but seeing as I had no missed calls, it seemed likely Krista hadn't noticed me missing.

I climbed up to my window and snuck through, tip-toeing quietly through my room and into the hallway. Everything was going smoothly so far. I decided to sneak downstairs and turn on the TV. If Tamara or Krista had tried to find me last night, I would just pretend that I'd fallen asleep in front of the TV. 

Just as I settled comfortably into the couch and started flipping channels, I was started to hear the sound of a toilet flushing nearby. A moment later, the door to the hallway bathroom opened, and out stepped Tamara. I tried to hide under the blanket, but it was too late.

"Well, good morning!" She walked over to me. "I missed you last night."

"Oh--yeah. I fell asleep on the couch, I guess."

She eyed me carefully, not sure whether or not to believe me. I could tell she was trying to remember if she'd noticed me on the couch when she'd gone into the bathroom a few moments ago.

"Hey, Tamara!" I heard Krista yell. "If you'd like, you can put something on the TV while I finish cleaning up the kitchen."

"Will do!" Tamara yelled back, before returning her attention to me.

"Sorry about that. We just finished having breakfast," she said, looking distracted as she sat down on the arm of the couch.

"Oh, yeah?" I asked, making awkward small talk. "What did you have?"

"I know you're probably as disappointed as I am that we didn't get to have any fun last night," Tamara continued, ignoring my question entirely. "I was waiting for Krista to fall asleep so we could have some fun in your bedroom. I didn't realize how sleepy I was though, because I accidentally fell asleep too. But don't worry, I'll make it up to you," she promised, looking down at me.

"Why would you need to visit my room last night, anyway?" I asked, feeling unexpectedly angry. "I've been to see you nearly every day over the past two weeks, why can't that be enough for you?"

"I don't like that tone in your voice," Tamara warned icily. "You know, I was actually thinking of having a little fun with you this morning by waking you up with a surprise, but I guess it would be less of a surprise now that you're awake.

I don't know if I was tired or just frustrated of the way Tamara acted like she owned me.

"Fuck you, Tamara. You've treated me like shit for way too long. You've been getting your rocks off nearly every day for weeks now. Why can't you just give me a fucking break and let me have a night to myself?" I asked, emboldened by the fact that Krista was nearby. However, I quickly realized I'd overstepped.

"It's funny you should phrase it like that," she smiled, mostly ignoring my impassioned speech as she climbed over my head onto the couch. Straddling my body, her knees were already pressing into my upper arms before I knew what was happening.

"Tamara, wait--" I protested, trying to push her off.

"I had actually decided to give you a break this morning, but since you seem to think I treat you 'like shit,' perhaps I should give you your surprise after all.

Tamara hiked up her skirt to reveal her bare ass; she wasn't wearing any panties.

"Tamara, wait!" I exclaimed in a mild panic. "Krista is in the other room."

"Precisely," she grinned as she pressed the volume up button on the TV remote.

I managed to pull an arm free, and I pushed against her in at attempt to keep her ass away from me. I was too weak to dislodge her from her superior position and succeeded mostly only in groping her ass. As her cheeks moved closer, eager to swallow my face, I lashed out--angry at my inability to stop her and fearful of the realization that I was moments away from from having the full weight of her body forcing my face into her shapely buttocks. I don't know what I was trying to accomplish, but something snapped inside me. I slapped her ass--hard. I suddenly wanted to hurt her. I think somewhere inside my mind, it seemed like a reasonable response at the time. Her ass stopped moving toward my face, and I slapped her a second time--and then a third time.

"Oooh," she squealed. "I didn't know you were into spanking. I kind of like that." She caught my wrist on the fourth swing. "But, I think I'd rather be the one doing the spanking."

She pulled my wrist back under her leg. "We'll have to wait until later to explore that further. But trust me, I'm very much looking forward to exploring that with you," she smiled. Without another word, she pressed her soft cheeks into my face. The couch arm behind my head allowed her to push her ass firmly against my head. The next few minutes were a confusing and disorienting flurry of ass. She wiggled her hips side to side in an unusually aggressive manner, throwing my head rapidly back and forth. The entire time, my nose was being rubbed roughly against her asshole. 

I was starting to feel dizzy, and my head was beginning to hurt. I was thankful when she abruptly stopped until she began grinding her ass up and down on my face, pressing her full weight into my head as she did. My nose slid painfully up and down the length of her ass crack. With each upward motion, my nose was forced upward with enough pressure to be very uncomfortable, bordering on painful. And perhaps even worse was the fact that each time my nose slid over the length of her ass crack, I could feel my nose slipping ever so slightly into her anus. And particularly on the backward motions, I could feel my nose getting caught momentarily before slipping out. The whole experience was a short-lived, but unusually intense. The assault ended as abruptly as it began when the kitchen door opened. Tamara immediately pulled her skirt down and slid onto the floor before Krista stepped around to where she could see the both of us.

"Sara, I didn't know you were awake!"

"Uh--" I was still dazed by the intensity and brazenness of which Tamara had just assaulted my face. "Yeah, I fell asleep down here. I just woke up a few minutes ago."

"You know what?" Tamara interjected as she stood up, "I just realized I have an appointment I need to get to, so we'll have to hang out again soon!"

"Definitely," Krista smiled, hugging her at the doorway.

"Sara," Krista turned to me, "Come say goodbye to Tamara."

I reluctantly stood, and Tamara gave me a big hug. Before I could pull away, she pulled me close and whispered in my ear.

"By the way, the surprise I mentioned earlier is that when I used the bathroom a few minutes ago, I didn't wipe."

I was stunned, feeling a mixture of shock and confusion.

"You didn't w--?" I whispered, feeling dizzy as I processed what she had just said. Had I heard her right? Krista had gotten distracted by her cell phone and wasn't paying attention to our exchange.

"Ta ta!" She waved to us both, ignoring my confusion entirely.

As Krista closed the door, I began to panic. What if Tamara was telling the truth? The thought was revolting, but was it possible? If so, did I need to worry about Krista noticing anything on my face? I turned away, petrified by the worst fears of my imagination. Fuck. What was wrong with Tamara? I darted up the stairs in a panic, while avoiding letting Krista look at my face directly.

"I'm taking a shower now," I yelled as casually as I could.

I ran to my room and grabbed the bolt cutters from behind my bed, carrying them into the bathroom with me. I'd had enough of Tamara's abuse and her control of my life. The last two weeks were absolutely horrible. I already wasn't sure how much longer I could endure. But to have her rub her filthy ass on my face after using the restroom? It was just too much for a person to endure.

I locked the door and immediately stripped down before I analyzed the bolt cutter; it looked straightforward enough. Basically, they it seemed like they were effectively a big pair of scissors. I lifted them to one of the locks, took a deep breath, and squeezed the handles. At first, I wasn't sure I was going to be strong enough to cut through the metal. But once I thought about what Tamara had just done to me, I pushed through and was rewarded by the the sound of metal snapping. It was quite possibly the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.

I worked my way through each lock until they were all on the counter in pieces. I pulled the belt off, triumphantly. It felt amazing to be free of my proverbial shackles, especially in clear defiance of Tamara's wishes. I wondered briefly if I was making a huge mistake, but I wasn't going to worry about it tonight. I was going to enjoy a hot, steamy shower impediment free and finally have a few moments to relax in peace.

I turned the water on and stepped in. The warmth on my skin felt divine, and my fingers rubbed my pussy. I never thought it would feel strange just to be able to freely touch myself. I refused to ever wear that belt again. I had no idea how I would explain this to Tamara. But I should have a day or two to think it over before Tamara became suspicious. With the exception of last night, she had been content to wait for me to come to her. I could even go to Michael before she realized what had happened and tell him everything. I realized with apprehension I'd essentially committed myself to having sex with him over the next day or two. I wanted us to have a real, physical relationship before I told him. He would have my back. How could he not? We were basically a couple now. I was afraid to even let myself believe my torment was finally almost over. But I had Michael help me get the SD card from Tamara, that would be the last piece of my freedom.

I heard a noise behind me. Startled, I spun around and was shocked to see a fully naked Tamara standing in the shower behind me.

"Tamara?! What the hell?" I instinctively tried to cover myself awkwardly with my hands and arms.

"What the fuck have you done?" Tamara eyed me angrily.

Crap. I had barely been out of the belt for ten minutes, and Tamara was already on my back about it. I just could not seem to catch a break.

"Tamara, wait. It's not what you think." I said quickly, trying to back away as she approached. The water washed over her body as she stepped forward.

"I told you I wouldn't make you lick me so long as you didn't remove your belt, and I was content to honor that as long as you kept making progress."

"We're still making progress!" I exclaimed urgently, trying to think of a way out of this.

"The only way we'd be making progress is if you took off your belt because..." She paused as if something was registering with her for the first time. "Because you want to take things to the next level."

"W-What?" I looked to the side, wondering if I could make it to the bathroom door, and what would happen if I tried. What if Krista was in the hallway?

She continued. "The only way we'd still be making progress is if you took off your belt because you want what's been happening between us to happen a lot more often. After all, if I tell you things between us will escalate if you remove the belt... and then you remove the belt, how could your intentions be any clearer?"

"Tamara, wait! I overreacted because of what happened downstairs. I see that now."

"Downstairs? Oh," she laughed, "I lied about what I told you. I was just getting horny since I'd expected to have some fun last night, and I knew that saying that would get you into the bathroom where we could be alone."

I felt Tamara's hand grip my hair and pull downward. I stumbled, slipping on the porcelain and landing on my back, my head hitting the porcelain. Everything spun. I felt Tamara's over me. I tried to defend myself, but between between being disoriented and blinded by water, my flailing was useless. She easily forced my arms above my head, and I felt the weight of her knees on my upper arms as her weight settled onto my chest. This felt surprisingly familiar; only the setting had changed.

Before I could regain my bearings, my breath was cut off, a significant portion of Tamara's weight confidently taking control of my face. As her soft cheeks enveloped my face, I realized how stupid and near-sighted I'd been. I'd gotten so used to Tamara mostly leaving me alone that I'd forgotten much worse things could be for me. She sat up slightly, getting more comfortable, as I tried to beg for mercy.