The rivals were Becky Johnson and Stacy Willis. No one would have ever imagined the two girls used to be friends. It was long ago back back in middle school when they swore they’d be best friends for life. Becky’s parents were more than satisfied with her choice of friends.
Stacy’s would have rather she hung out with someone else. Someone closer to her own socio-economic status. Stacy wasn’t slumming, girls that age didn’t see money or status that way. However, older girls saw status, and when Stacy started high school, she stopped hanging out with her too tall and too poor friend.
Stacy hung out with girls who wore the right clothes, drove the right cars, and dated the right boys. And even though she didn’t have anything to do with Becky Johnson anymore, deep inside she resented the fact that she’d been friends with that dork for 5 years. She felt that her generosity and good nature had been taken advantage of.
Especially considering that Becky didn’t wear the right clothes. She didn’t drive the right car. As far as boyfriends, well…there was a rumor. A fresh and juicy one. A rumor Stacy Willis was determined to exploit to its full advantage and when she saw her tall thick boned rival walk by, she cut her off in the hall.
“Becky, there is a rumor going around that you gave Jimmy Meers a case of the crabs. Everyone’s seen him scratching down there. How come you aren’t scratching? Are you just used to crabs by now?” Stacy teased. Though she made sure she teased while surrounded by four of her friends.
“Why are you so curious Stacy?” Becky said, with a sly look in her eyes. “Do you want some of my crabs? I heard you had all you can eat crabs the other night. Didn’t get enough? Is that it?”
“God you are a disgusting freak.” Stacy’s wrinkled her perfect pert nose to show her distaste at such crude comments. However, her cheeks were blushing a bright red. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go.
“You don’t like crabs?” Becky asked. “Oh I know what you like. You’re a clam girl, aren’t you? Do you want my hot steamed clam? Do you want to lick it, baby, is that it?”
“No one wants your…nasty…clam.” Stacy said. “Jimmy said…ah..he said your clam had STDs” Stacy resorted to lying. Damn it! This was supposed to be a slam dunk. That was the other thing that Stacy hated about Becky. Despite the fact that Stacy was prettier, richer, and just plain better, Becky Johnson always seemed to win. She won when they used to play tag. She won jump rope competitions. She won races. If Stacy made a 99 on a test, fucking Becky Johnson had to make a 101. Stacy had the car, the money, the friends. What she didn’t have, she wanted desperately. This was finally Stacy’s chance to rub Becky’s nose in it, and Becky was ruining it for her!
It wasn’t fair.
“I can see you blushing,” Becky continued. “You love my clam. That’s what this is all about isn’t it? You are jealous. J.E.A.L.O.U.S. of Jimmy. Don’t worry Stacy, I’ve enough clam for you and Jimmy too.”
“I’m not jealous of anyone.” Stacy said, the blush spreading from her cheeks to her chest.
“You love me Stacy Willis. You always have.”
“I do not. I hate you.”
“You looove me.” Becky said. “We used to play prince and princess at your house.”
“We did not” Stacy lied, stomping her foot in frustration. They had, and it was innocuous pretend games, but Becky made it sound perverse. “You never came to my house.”
“You are imagining I’m naked right now.”
“You’re crazy – like certifiably nuts” Stacy retorted, but now that Becky said that, Stacy couldn’t help but think of her rival’s naked body.
“Then why the sudden interest in my tits?”
Stacy’s blush bloomed into a deep crimson when she realized she was not only looking at Becky’s boobs, but now she was imagining them without a bra. She looked away.
“Now my pussy,” Becky teased, “That just great Stacy Willis. Anything else you want to undress?”
“Let’s go.” Stacy urged her friends, not even daring to look at Becky for fear of being further embarrassed. “She’s too big of a skank to even feel ashamed of transmitting sexually diseases around school.”
Then there was a hush. A silence. Stacy felt her face cupped between two hands, her chin lifted by two thumbs, her mouth being kissed by two lips. Two hungry eager velvety lips. Her mouth being probed by a strong and questing tongue. It took a few seconds to register what had happened.
She’d was being kissed. In the mouth. By Becky Johnson.
Worse. She was still being kissed and by now fingers ran through her hair and another hand palmed her bottom possessively.
And what a kiss. It took Stacy’s breath away. It made her knees weak. It set fire – it set fire to her loins. This was not supposed to happen. Then just as suddenly as the kiss was initiated, it was ended. Leaving Stacy standing stupidly, her lips parted, head tilted back while Becky stood back with a knowing smile.
“There’s more where that came from.” Becky said. “But I’ll tell you like I told Jimmy. You want to roll the dice, you have to pay the price. Jimmy has been scratching his nuts because I made him shave his balls before I’d play with him. The same goes for you Stacy Willis, if you want me to play with you, that pussy of yours better be smooth as silk. ”
With those words, Becky turned and walked away.
“God, what a freak,” Connie Davis was the first to manage to break the silence. She giggled and the other girls chimed in. “I can’t believe she kissed you.”
“You’ll need to gargle with Listerine.” volunteered Morgan.
“With…ah…gasoline..” Stacy somehow managed to force out a giggle, but it wasn’t easy. Her mind was on the kiss and how her body had reacted to it. She couldn’t get the image of a naked Becky Johnson out of her mind, even now as the girl walked away, Stacy saw her naked in her mind.
It didn’t get any better throughout the day. Night was worse.
Becky’s words haunted her. “The same goes for you Stacy Willis. If you want me to play with you, that pussy of yours better be smooth as silk.”
Stacy’s hand reached down and ran through her protective down. She wondered what it’d be like to be bare down there. There’s be nothing to hide her slit. There’d be nothing to disguise her wet engorged lips if she were turned on. What exactly did Becky mean when she said “Play with you”? Her finger ran up and down her slit, then back and forth over her clit. Faster and faster.
She tried thinking about her boyfriend, but her usual fantasy was short lived. No, the fantasy that seemed to take root in her mind was much more shameful. Becky Johnson ordered her to take off her clothes while Stacy’s friends stood and watched as Stacy shyly stripped.They pointed at her denuded sex. Her..her wetness. She could hear them titter…The twitters turned to giggles. They pointed. She blushed and the giggles turned to laughter. She …she..
She came, writing in the bed, biting down on her pillow to muffle her gasp. It was glorious, but then after..she was ashamed. God…what a disgusting thing to think about while she was masturbating. What a perverted and awful thing to fantasize about. She vowed never to do it again.
The vow lasted only till she took a shower in the morning and she was shaving her legs. She held the razor perched at her patch of curly hair and …what the fuck was she thinking and why were her nipples hard as pebbles. She was…pissed at Becky more now than ever before. She lathered up her triangle of curls and ran the razor over it, trimming it up, like she would for a bikini, but maybe just a bit more. She ran a finger through her lips and over her clit. lightning danced through her loins.
She shook her head. She wouldn’t do this. How had that demented little beast managed to infect her with this sickness. She was going to get even somehow.
She would get some real dirt. Something juicy that Becky would surely be ashamed of.
“Hi Jimmy..I was ahh..talking to Becky and she said that”
“Not here,” Jimmy said, voice trembling, his eyes darting both directions. He disappeared into the boys restroom then quickly exited and pulled Stacy by her wrist. “In here.”
“I’m not going in there!” Stacy pulled her arm away. No way was she going to be dragged into the boys restroom.
“Check there,” Jimmy motioned at the girls restroom.
Stacy went to check. It was empty.
“Hurry.” Jimmy dashed into the girl’s booth and Stacy followed. What was with all the cloak and dagger? She just wanted him to tell her what sort of sick games Becky liked to play. She was too shocked to move when he latched the door and dropped his pants. At first she worried that he was going to assault her and she almost screamed.
But seeing him, there with his pubes shaved bare, his little dick didn’t look very threatening at all. No, it looked downright silly.
“What are you waiting for?” Jimmy asked, snapping Stacy back to the present.
“What are you talking about?” Stacy asked. At one time, she’d have considered dating Jimmy, may have considered much more. But that was before he consorted with the likes of Becky Johnson. That was before she’s seen how skinny and how unmanly he looked shorn of his pubic hair. “I just want to know what sort of sick games Becky likes to play.”
“I have to..I have to switch …underwear with you,” Jimmy stammered, his cheeks blushing a bright red. “Didn’t Becky tell you? If I don’t… she’ll..she’ll do something bad.”
“It’s just Becky,” Stacy said. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Jimmy was supposed to tell her all sorts of intimate embarrassing details. Instead, he was standing there in the girl’s bathroom, with his pants down. Worse, Stacy was having a difficult time thinking of how she was going get those juicy details with a smooth hard cock pointing at her. Now all she wanted was for Jimmy to be somewhere else so she could tame the lust she felt in her loins. “Just tell her no.”
“Please Stacy…” Jimmy begged, tiny tears welling in his bright blue eyes. “I..I have some money…”
“How much do you have?” Stacy’s loins melted with this new found power over this boy.
JImmy reached down to pull his pants up.
“Leave them there.” Stacy ordered.
Poor Jimmy, dropped them, and bending clumsily, pulled out his wallet and counted $27. By now his cock had risen and bobbed stupidly.
“Give it to me and turn around.”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Stacy said. At least she didn’t have to let Jimmy see her in the all together, as she shimmied her panties out from beneath her skirt. “Okay, turn around.”
Stacy began to wonder how much she really knew about Jimmy once he took her panties from her and slid them up his legs. His little dick wasn’t so little anymore. He struggled to get his manhood into the dainty black polka dotted pink panties. Struggled even more as he slid his jeans up as if he were desperately afraid to have anything make contact with him down there. It wasn’t to be, he accidentally bumped his elbow against the wall and pushed his hand against his tight bump.
Jimmy yelped and closed his eyes. Stacy watched the unmistakable darkening of her panties. The little pervert had cum in her panties.
Stacy wrinkled her nose and did her best to suppress a giggle.
“Oh God..oh God..please Stacy…you can’t tell anyone about this.” Jimmy begged.
Jimmy unfastened his jeans, faced away from Stacy and grabbed a wad of toilet tissue.
“If you don’t want me to tell, you better turn back around.”
And so Stacy Willis was treated to a first row seat as JImmy finished jizzing into a wad of tissue and then blushing furiously cleaned the soiled panties as well and fastened himself back up. “You want tell anyone will you? Promise?”
Stacy couldn’t believe she’d ever wanted Jimmy Meers.Had ever been jealous of Becky dating this boy with gray eyes, dark curly hair, and ivory skin.
“I’d love to promise Jimmy, but first tell me all the juicy details of everything that Becky does with you.”
Stacy listened in wonder as Jimmy told her the deviant behavior Becky engaged in.
A funny thing happened. Stacy was sitting on a fucking gold mine of juicy gossip and instead of using it against her rival in front of as many people as possible, Stacy held it in secret. She thought of the stuff that Jimmy told her. It should have scared her off for good. Instead it made her wet.
“Hi Becky,” Stacy asked after school. “I was wondering if you wanted to go get some coffee and maybe talk about all the things you did to Jimmy. Unless you’d rather everyone in school find out.”
“If you want to talk to me,” Becky said, each word coming slow and almost a whisper, as the larger girl moved closer and closer to Stacy. “That pussy better be smooth. Is it smooth Stacy? I’ll check it with a tissue, if there’s so much as a snag then you’ll be punished. Jimmy told you about punishment, didn’t he?”
“Yes.” Stacy breathed. The girl’s lips were so close she could feel the warmth of her breath…the heat of her body. Her mind was filled with images of being spanked by her former rival.
“Is it smooth…as silk?”
Stacy shook her head no.
“That’s very disappointing.” Becky said as she abruptly turned and walked away.
But wait! Stacy had all the chips. She had blackmail material. She should be in charge, but Becky just left her standing there. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.
Not at all.
Stacy masturbated three times that night. Three times and then she took a shower, lathered up her sex. She couldn’t believe she was even considering what she was about to do. It was perverse.
It was stupid.
Every stroke of the razor left her feeling more and more vulnerable.
That feeling grew more and more pronounced after she toweled off and slid a piece of tissue over her mons. It snagged. It snagged in several places. She lathered up again, this time sitting on the edge of the tub, her long lean legs spread wide and shaved very precisely. It was a different feeling than before. A feeling of being controlled, of being…not exactly a regular person..more of being something to be used for sex.
She didn’t like that such a feeling fanned the flames burning in her loins, but it did nonetheless.
She masturbated again. Her smooth pussy felt peculiar. She regretted shaving it, but it was too late now. She wondered how long it would take for it to grow back in. She wasn’t going to talk to Becky tomorrow.
This had to be the dumbest thing she’d ever done.
The next day, the itching set in. It was maddening. She wanted to scratch, but she didn’t dare. The best she could manage was to squeeze her thighs together. She grew wet..soaked. All she could think about was – down there. She dared not scratch, not after making such a big deal of Jimmy scratching down there. She would never live down the rumors.
“Hi Becky,” Stacy had walked halfway around the school in hopes that Becky would be at her locker. Her heart was pounding.
“What do you want?” Becky asked. “Why do you keep wasting my time?”
“I..I..” It wasn’t supposed to go like this. It wasn’t supposed to go like this at all. Stacy’s cheeks blushed. “I..did it.”
“You did what?” Becky asked. “Decided to bother me non-stop? Accuse me of spreading the bubonic plague?”
“No…I did ..I did what you wanted.” Stacy breathed.
“And what was that?” Becky raised an eyebrow in interest.
“I shaved..down there.”
“Down there has a name Stacy-girl.” Becky said, pulling Stacy’s bangs from over her eyes and sliding them behind her ear.
“Cover my hand with your bookbag.” Becky said.
“What?” Stacy didn’t follow what the bigger girl wanted. By then a daring hand was sliding up her thigh. Oh shit! Right here in front of everyone? Surely Becky didn’t dare. But dare she did, and Stay was helpless to resist lest she draw attention.
No Becky. You can’t do this. Stacy didn’t say it. She thought it, but it wasn’t enough. So she quickly did the only thing she could and covered what was happening behind the protection of her book bag.
Becky felt her nipples harden as she sought out her prize. The prize was even better than she imagined. Not only was Stacy’s mons as smooth as a baby’s bottom, her panties were soaked with arousal.
“This doesn’t feel like a vagina to me,” Becky said. “Julie has a vagina. Morgan has a pretty little peach. This ….this soaking..wet…this is a cunt.”
Stacy didn’t dare argue, it was all she could do to remain standing and no give away what was happening down below.
“Say it,” Becky ordered.
“My cunt.” Stacy shivered. No one had ever treated her like this. She was stunned to find that she loved it.
“That cunt has made a mess of my pretty fingers.” Becky removed her fingers and looked at her soiled digits and wrinkled her nose in disgust. She held them a hairs breath from Stacy’s pretty pink $200 sweater. Stacy could smell the strong scent of her musk. If Becky wiped her fingers clean there…she’d have everyone smelling her arousal for the rest of the day. “Or would you rather use your mouth.”
Stacy looked down with horror. Her classmates were walking down the hall. She’d never live it down if they saw her. She’d never live it down if they smelled her either.
“I’ll do it in the restroom.” Stacy offered.
“You’ll do it here.” Becky said.
Stacy swallowed and steeled her nerves for what was to come. She moved her book bag up so that acted as a screen for what she was about to do. She sucked her juices from Becky’s finger as quick as she could. It was done in a fraction of a second. She never had time to ponder that she’d tasted her own juices for the first time. She lowered her book bag and gave a blushing glance to see how much damage had been done.
Not much actually. Two girls had seen, but they didn’t know what she’d done. Most importantly, the girls were nobodies.
“Okay Stacy,” Becky said. “I’ll play with you this afternoon after school. Will your parents be home?”
Stacy shook her head.
“I’ll follow you home.” Becky said. “See you after school.”
Stacy had to go to the restroom to clean up her privates. Becky called it a cunt, but it wasn’t. It was a pussy. A pretty smooth pussy…a privileged pussy..that itched like seven hells. It was all she could thing about, when she wasn’t thinking that she was going to have sex with another girl after school. God, was she ready for this? From then on, she’d be bisexual.
Home didn’t go like Stacy planned. All day, she had imagined Becky kissing her passionately, the girls presumptuous hands all over her body. Pushing Stacy against the wall, roughly pulling down her miniskirt and soaked panties, before licking her to a dozen orgasms.
Instead she’d ended up giving Becky a tour of her house and filled the lulls in conversation with inane chatter of games they used to play when the were girls. Stacy began to wonder if the forward girl had become afraid as the time the two girls would make love grew ever closer. Stacy decided she’d give Becky a kiss if things didn’t improve.
She needed have worried about Becky. The girl gave a heavy sigh. “Am I going to have to do everything myself?” she asked as she stripped off her jeans. “God you are so hopeless.”
“I’m..not…hopeless.” Stacy breathed, cocking her hip and turning her head for a kiss.
“This isn’t junior high anymore Stacy,” Becky said, as she placed her palm on top of Stacy’s head and guided her to her knees. “It’s time to be a grown up.”
This wasn’t how she’d imagined it. They should be back up in her room. She should be against the wall and not on her knees. Then they’d retire to her bed. Well, she’d have to make do. She inhaled her classmate’s scent. It wasn’t bad, it was much like her own.
“Kiss it.” Becky demanded.
Stacy was very nearly terrified, she’d never imagined that she’d be with another girl like this. It was the kind of daring act of perversion that only bad girls would consider and Stacy was anything but a bad girl. Though a part of her was beginning to wonder as she gave it a tentative and experimental kiss.
“Forget it.” Becky said, reaching for her pants and undies. “Call me when you are serious.”
I am serious. I shaved for you. It’s itched and driven me to distraction all day. I’ve never even entertained the idea of doing this with a girl until now. These were all the objections Stacy blurted in her head. But she kept them to herself. She knew if she ever muttered any of those words, Becky would leave her kneeling there on the living room floor.
“Wait.” Stacy said. She was going to do it, but now Becky sat on the couch with her knees closed and seemed in no hurry to open them. Stacy was forced to kiss those scarred knees in hopes that they’d bare their treasure. It didn’t work. With her face blushing a bright red, Stacy did the only thing she could think of. “Please…” she whispered.
“Please what?” Becky smiled, running her fingers through Stacy’s hair and then caressing her full lips.
“Let me…lick you.” Each word caught in Stacy’s throat.
Becky’s thick thighs parted. They were thick too, not long and lean like Stacy’s. Stacy went in between those thighs and tried to pleasure the furry sex lying just out of reach.
“Mmmm….”Becky moaned teasingly. “Lick me where?”
The kneeling girl tried to show with her lips, but Becky was determined for an answer. She propped her hand on Stacy’s forehead, keeping the girl out of reach. “Ah-ah-ah..not until you say it.”
“Your vagina…” Stacy admitted, her face hot with her embarrassment, trying harder to reach Becky’s treasure box.
“My pretty pussy,” Becky said, opening her thighs, allowing Stacy to have a glimpse.
Stacy tried to kiss her way there,but Becky closed her thighs once more.
“Say it.” she demanded.
“I want to lick your pretty pussy.” Stacy manged, each word hanging in her throat, but once she began it was impossible to quit.
Becky opened her thighs once more and allowed Stacy to have her way with her.
And Stacy was having her way. She was ravenous, not so much from need, but to save herself from further embarrassment of talking and saying things she’d rather not admit.
Becky had no such compunctions. “Damn Stacy…you lick like a pussy junkie. Not so fast baby. Get to know it. Suck my lips. Pull up here…just like this. That’s it. Now, gently move your tongue around my clit. No. Not on it yet. Now lower…right there on my piss hole.
Oh God… that really drove it home. Stacy owned a four hundred dollar purse, was a member of the country club, and here she was – debasing herself – licking Becky’s pussy. Her piss hole… and yet her insides were quivering and she was soaking her panties.
“Now my clit.” Becky said.
Stacy obliged, buzzing her tongue over Becky’s nub. Hearing Becky coo in pleasure. Having loving fingers run through her hair felt good. It made her feel wanted. Needed.
“I’m wet..so I…tend to make a mess,” Becky moaned. “Put your mouth on my pussy and suck.”
Becky fluttered her hand over her clit while Stacy put her mouth over her demanding lover’s pussy. The words didn’t quite process through the haze of arousal. Mess? But by then Becky’s thighs trembled and her legs rose as if they were being levitated.
“Ahhhhhhh….” Becky moaned. “Fuck…gonna..gonna…ahhhh Gawd..”
Then Stacy felt it in her mouth. What the hell? Filling it up and spraying into the back of her throat. She began to gag and coughed. But the realized she was kneeling on her living room floor. No way could she explain..THIS.
So she gulped. She swallowed. It ran down her chin. She couldn’t believe what she did next, but it seemed the only way to prevent a total disaster. She pulled down on her sweater and let Becky’s gushing discharge cover her bra covered breasts and letting her sweater serve as a dam.
Maybe…maybe I’m not as into Becky as I thought, Stacy thought to herself. No, she didn’t want to do this again. This was uncool. This was…kind of disgusting.
“That’s so kinky,” Becky cooed as she jerked down the cups of Stacy’s bra and rubbed her discharge over Stacy’s pert breasts. “I love the way you smear my cum all over those cute little titties.”
“That was pretty good.” Becky said. “Now it’s your turn”
I don’t know if I want to anymore. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. That’s what Stacy intended to say. She got as far as “I..” but by then Becky had taken charge once more. Plunging her fingers into Stacy’s mouth. Caressing her nipples. Stripping off her bra and sweater.
“Let me see that pussy,” Becky demanded. “It better be smooth or no fun and games.”
I’m not sure I want fun and games anymore, but by now Stacy’s loins did want fun and games. She was wet and growing wetter as Becky took charge and stripped off her of her skirt and panties.
“Hop up,” Becky said, giving Stacy a hand, urging the girl to step up on the coffee table.
Why? Stacy wondered. She’d never made lesbian love before, but perhaps Becky intended to lick her right there on the coffee table. Oh God, the thought sent lightning through her loins.
“Spread.” Becky ordered.
Stacy spread her legs. Becky moved close. Stacy ran her fingers through Becky’s hair, imitating what Becky had done to her earlier. Now it was her turn.
“What are you doing?” Becky asked. “Stop that. How can I see how well you obeyed my instructions with you doing all that?”
Oh God. No. Stacy realized that Becky wasn’t going down on her, she was…she was evaluating how well she’d shaved her mons the night before with increasing scrutiny. Dear God, what has she gotten herself into?
“Nice.” Becky said, running her finger over the smooth surface. Then ran her finger into Stacy’s moist lips. The pulled on the lips. Down and then opening them and closing them a few times. “And nice stretchy lips. I bet you pull on these things every night, don’t you?”
Stacy shook her head.
“You’re not much on tits though are you?” Becky teased, pulling on Stacy’s hard nipples. Hard enough that it was more than a little uncomfortable. “And not much on hips either. Are you a boy? Do you want to be my boyfriend? I can call you Jimmy.”
Stacy shook her head. Her face bloomed a bright crimson. She wanted to say something mean, like how poor Becky was…but her words had fled. No, she wasn’t in a position to say much of anything. Not there on the table being handled like an animal. Tears began to well in her eyes.
“Awww. don’t cry Stacy,” Becky said, sliding a finger deep into Stacy’s recesses. “I was just teasing. I like to tease. I can be the boyfriend. I don’t mind.”
By now Becky’s finger was pumping expertly and she twisted it as she worked it in and out. “Do you want me to be your boyfriend?”
Stacy nodded and suppressed a moan.
“Yes…I want you to be my boyfriend,” Stacy moaned.
“Come here.” Becky pulled the thin girl down from the table.
Yes. Yes this was how it was supposed to go, Stacy thought as she was leaned over the back of the sofa and two fingers were trust into her sex. Yes, oh yes, she thought as her bottom was smacked.
Yes. Yes! Being led into the kitchen by the fingers in her sex. Pushed against the door of the fridge. This was very near her fantasies.
“Keep your hands on top of your head.” Becky ordered.
Oh God yes. This wasn’t just her fantasies, it was the stuff that movies were made of. Kissing a girl and passing an ice cube back in forth. Having the ice cube trailed over her hard nipples. Down her flat stomach. Oh …God….the chills flowing up her spine as it was traced over her folds and then her clit.
The fridge door being opened.
Oh God. Stacy saw what Becky withdrew from the fridge. No. This was too far. She wasn’t ready for this. An icecube and teasing? Yes. This? No.
“I thought you wanted me to be your boyfriend.” Becky said.
Stacy’s hair was grabbed and she was pushed face down over the kitchen counter. Fuck. Oh fuck. She could feel the cold carrot sliding between her nether lips. Back and forth. The hard ridges sending her clit into overdrive. Then it was withdrawn.
“Or I can stop. Which is it? Be your boyfriend or stop? Tell me.”
“…be my boyfrahhhhhhhnd.” Stacy moaned, as the vegetable was pushed home in one slow smooth stroke. This wasn’t her fantasy, it was quite a bit more perverse than she imagined. However, she had to admit, it felt good and made her all tingly inside.
“Good,” Becky said, working the girl with the orange phallus and occasionally spanking her tight pale mounds. “Wait till you feel this.”
The carrot was tossed to the floor. Then Stacy felt it. Oh God. Oh God. It was too much. She wasn’t …there was no way. A cucumber. It..it felt like a monster.
“I can’t.” Stacy panted.
“Shhhh…” Becky cooed, as she reached around and teased Stacy’s clit. “A slut like you? We both know better.”
Stacy felt the stretch. It was cold and unforgiving. “I can’t,” she panted. “It hurts.”
“Okay,” Becky said. “Disappointing. Well, I have another idea. Come with me.”
Stacy followed her classmate upstairs. She had little choice. Becky had a handful of her blond hair and was pulling Stacy along behind her. Forcing her former rival to crawl. Crawling past the door to her room.
“Wait.” Stacy said. “That’s..”
“Shhh…” Becky said.
“That’s my parents room,” Stacy ejected. Her knees burning. Still being pulled wherever the larger girl wished.
“So?” Becky just kept going, letting go of Stacy’s hair and walking into the room.
Now, Stacy had to go in to keep her out of trouble. Which her classmate was determined to get into, picking the one place she wasn’t allowed to go snooping – her mom’s nightstand.
“You can’t go in there.” Stacy said. “I’m not allowed.”
By now, Becky had what she was looking for. “You tell me,” she said. displaying a flashlight box. “Why would a grown woman hide a flashlight in the back of her nightstand?”
Then she pulled it out. Dear God, Stacy couldn’t believe it. Her mom…her mom had a …what looked to be a pink fleshy looking phallus with some kind of weird attachment…and then there were what appeared to be pearls at the base.
“Why Stacy,” Becky giggled. “This is the weirdest looking flashlight I’ve ever seen. Like mother like daughter, hmmmm?”
Oh God. It looked…like some kind of weird Frankenstein device, buzzing, and twisting around. Almost like it was alive.
“Okay, funny. Now can we go?” Stacy said. It was time to clear out.Being in here made her nervous. She still had an hour before he parents got home, but she didn’t want to play with fire.
“Go?” Becky said. With a demented smile, she captured Stacy by the wrist and pulled her in tight for a kiss. “We are just getting started.”
“Not in here.”
“You love me don’t you?” Becky teased, running the buzzing dildo over Stacy’s breasts and then down to her sex.
“I can’t.” Stacy panted, mentally willing her thighs together, but failing utterly. “Not here. Not like this.”
“Sure you can,” Becky cooed. “You love me, don’t you? You want me to be your boyfriend, didn’t you? You know what boys like to do, don’t you? Oh a girl like you, I bet you know.”
“I..I don’t know..” Stacy stammered.
“Oh I think you do.” Becky teased. By now she had worked the phallus between her former rival’s lean thighs, gliding the dildo back and forth along her slit.
“Please…” Stacy was reduced to begging, even as she was led over to the dresser and turned around so she was facing the mirror. “Please..let’s go back..down..Ohh God..”
The head was in.
“What was that Stacy?” Becky teased, expertly working the tip of the vibrator in and out. “I didn’t hear you? Did you say stop?”
Deeper and deeper, until Stacy leaned forward and spread her lean thighs.
“Answer me,” Becky ordered. “Did you say stop?”
“No.” Stacy panted as the vibrating phallus pressed deeper, sliding in easily to her hungry sex. “Oh God, please…just hurry. My parents could come home.”
“Oh Stacy Stacy…” Becky worked the phallus home slowly. In and out. Deeper and deeper each time. “Haven’t you learned by now that you don’t give the orders. Just for that, I think we’ll take a little break.”
“Wait..no…I’m sorry…” Stacy moaned in dismay.
“That’s a better attitude,” Becky said, turning on the vibrator and then pushing it home. “But there’s still consequences. Stay there just like that. And keep it in your cunt. If it falls out. That’s that. No cummy cum for Stacy poo. Close your eyes, concentrate – and don’t you fucking let it slip out. If you need help – call me.”
Stacy closed her eyes. She concentrated. She tightened muscles she didn’t even know she possessed. But the phallus was heavy and with all the squirming and wiggling, it was determined to slid free.
“I can’t…help me..” Stacy begged.
“Okay..but there’s a price.” Becky said. “Keep those eyes closed.”
The vibrator was pushed home deeply. Stacy’s legs were kicked apart. Next, her ankles were tied to the legs of the dresser. Finally her wrists.
“If you peek, I’ll leave you just like this.” Becky said as she took out her phone and began to video her helpless lover.
Stacy screwed her eyes together. She’d never felt so helpless.
Or turned on.
By now the vibrator was slipping again.
“It’s slipping..” Stacy panted. She was getting close and the extra lubrication was making it impossible to get a grip on the phallus.
“Sweet little Stacy,” Becky teased. “I thought you were a good girl. But it turns out you are rather loose. Let’s see what we can do to tighten things up in there.”
And then. Oh God. Something was pushed into Stacy’s bottom. It may have been small but it felt huge.
“I hope your mom doesn’t take a whiff of her lipstick the next time she uses it.”
“No…” Stacy said. This was pushing things too far.
“Yes.” Becky teased. She zoomed her camera phone onto Stacy’s asshole. Her stuffed cunt. Of her face in the mirror.
Poor Stacy oblivious, eyes obediently closed. Begging whenever the vibrator in her pussy or the tube of lipstick in her ass threatened to fall.
“Getting close aren’t you,” Becky said, pinching Stacy’s hard nubs, and then pushing the vibrator in deep. “You little slut.”
Stacy nodded, biting her lip, her insides bearing down on the vibe, discovering muscles she didn’t know she had. Yes she was close. So very close. She dared not open her eyes for fear that Becky would catch her and leave her there on the brink for her parents to find. The thought terrified and thrilled her at the same time.
Becky placed her phone on the dresser so that it pointed up at Stacy. She smiled wickedly as she slid the vibe from Stacy’s sex.
“Please…I’m so close.” Stacy begged.
“I know,” Becky said, moving behind her pretty friend. Bodies pressed together. One hand sliding up and down Stacy’s wet lips. The other guiding the phallus to her mouth, between her lips.
Stacy jerked her head back when she realized what the intruder was. No, she wasn’t going to do that.That was…that was nasty.
“Open.” Beck said, her teasing fingers slowing – egging the tied girl on.
Stacy shook her head.
“You want to come don’t you?” Becky teased. Her fingers sped, then slowed, and sped again. “Besides, girls do this for their boyfriends all the time. And you did say that I was your boyfriend, remember?”
As Becky’s finger’s danced expertly, poor Stacy soon forgot what she’d been making a big deal about. She’d just open her mouth a tiny bit, then Becky would be happy.
“Good girl,” Becky slid the head of the vibe in. Just the tip and slowly moved it in and out, keeping pace with her fingers as she stroked Stacy’s clit below.
Stacy took more of the phallus into her mouth. She sucked it. She could taste her tang mixed with latex. She could feel the heat rise up in her loins.
“Taste it. Savor it.” Becky whispered, her fingers in a blur on Stacy’s clit. “I wonder if you mom cleaned it? Hmmmm? A slut like your mom? I bet not.”
Oh God no. There was a part of her deep down that was appalled. Another part that was set on fire. The rest of her was cumming. A glorious roaring inferno raged in her loins and flooded out into her body. It was memorable. The best of her life.
It was only after, when she pulled her mouth free of the phallus. When she realized what she’d done, that it began to sink in. God. She’d been depraved. She’d done sick disgusting things. The vibe was her mom’s for God’s sake. But, she had more pressing things to worry about.
“What time is it?” Stacy asked worriedly. Glancing over her shoulder at the clock on the nightstand. “You need to untie me, my parents are going to be home soon.”
“First rule: You don’t give the orders around here.” Becky picked up a hairbrush from the dresser and stroked the coarse bristles over Stacy’s alabaster rump. “Now, when exactly are your parents going to get home?”
Becky slapped the bristles against Stacy’s perfect bottom.
“Ouch!” Stacy’s body tensed from the blow.
Becky spanked the blond again. This time on the other cheek. “I asked a question.”
“It’s only 5:30.” Becky spanked again.
“They could be early.” Stacy gasped. “There’s…ouch! There’s clothes down stairs. The …ouch! There’s a mess in the kitchen.”
“I’d love to see you explain the cucumber and carrot.” Becky teased, spanking Stacy again and again. Enjoying the power she had over her former friend and now lover. “To explain all this…to explain me and you. Your red bottom. Oh baby, the sick things you did with your mother’s vibrator.”
“Please…” Stacy begged. “I’m asking. I’m..begging.”
“I’ll untie you, but there’s a price to pay. Deal?”
“What’s the price?” Stacy panted.
“To be my slave.”
“What do you mean?” Stacy asked worriedly, her bottom stinging.
“You know, slave stuff.” Becky answered with more spanks. “Like this.”
Stacy danced as the blows continued. However, it was hard lesson the impact of the blows because Becky mixed them up. Left and right. Bottom and top. Sometimes missing all together. Stacy pulled and experimented with her bonds. She could easily pull her hands free at the very least, but doing so would bring the mirror down from the dresser. So all she could do was just bear it.
“Are you my slave?” Becky asked.
The spanking had stopped, but Stacy could still feel the sting and heat on her bottom cheeks. She could feel something else as well. The bristles of the brush between her thighs. Against her tender sex.
“Yes…Yes..” Stacy exclaimed as she stood up on her tippy toes and attempted to rise above the stiff brush. “Yes..I’m your slave. I’ll..I’ll do anything you want.”
“That’s my girl.” Becky said, removing the brush, then untying Stacy from the dresser. “I guess you better straighten up before you parents come home.”
Stacy grabbed her nightgown to put something on before she went downstairs to cleanup.However, Becky grabbed it.
“Slaves don’t wear nightgowns.” Becky said.
With blushing cheeks, the young high school senior left the room. She though of arguing, but the longer she delayed, the more the odds in her parents coming home. So she cleaned naked, and the more she cleaned the more she regretted her actions. Cleaned off the dildo, put it back in it’s flashlight box. Wondering how it had been placed in the drawer and would he mother notice. Would her Dad notice that his ties were wrinkled. Washing the hairbrush and lipstick. Then downstairs to take care of the cucumber and carrot. She wanted to take them outside,but no way …not being naked and freshly spanked. So she put them in a an old grocery bag and hid them in the bottom of the can.
She’d be lucky if she wasn’t caught. Yes, if she wasn’t caught, she vowed that she’d never ever do any more perverted sex acts again. No, if she wasn’t caught, she’d never have sex again until she graduated college.
While Stacy cleaned, Becky amused herself in Stacy’s room. She wanted to know more about her slave, so she started going through her drawers and closet. She found Stacy’s diary and thumbed through it. She stashed it in her purse for later reading. Then she went through her closet and found some suitable sorts of clothes that a slave should wear, a baby doll skirt with a halter top made of a nice linen. Yes, it was brisk fall weather and this would be a nice way to let Stacy know who was boss.
Actually, Becky could think of one more good way to let Stacy know who was boss, so she went downstairs and using her phone, snapped a picture of the girl naked.
“Arch your back and push your ass out more so I can get a better pic,” Becky ordered.
Stacy jumped and gave a squeak from being startled. Panting, a warm glow spreading over her chest and she covered her private bits with her discarded clothes.
“Slave, that’s an order.” Becky said. “Besides, I just took a picture of your bare ass and pussy. Since you don’t trust me, I guess I should just send it to my friend list.”
“I …I trust you.” Stacy panted. But she didn’t. Her mind was a jumble. She didn’t want any pictures taken of her naked. It would ruin her and her parents if they ever got out. But Becky already had one. Could she physically take the phone away and delete the picture? No. There was no way. There only seemed one way out. She did as she was bid, arched her back, and stuck out her bottom, careful to face the other direction so no one would know it was her if the picture ever got out.
“Nice.” Becky said, taking another picture. “But cross your legs, one over the other. Like that…perfect. That really plumps up that juicy cunt. Now reach back and put your hands on your ass.”
“Please…I can’t.” Stacy whimpered.
“I guess I’ll be nice and just forward your picture to Hannah, instead of my entire friends list since you were nice enough to take one picture.”
“Wait.” Poor Stacy’s face burned from utter humiliation. She’d never had her vagina describe thus. With trembling hands she reached back..at least part of her would be less visible.
“Now spread your cheeks.”
Oh Dear God. Well at least…her face was hidden. So at least she had a bit of anonymity.
“Perfect. So sexy.” Becky took another picture and another, making certain to frame in the mirror, so that anyone seeing the picture would know it was truly Stacy Morris. For good measure she moved in close.
Poor Stacy. From such utter mortification, she’d long since given up and closed her eyes, while she heard the electronic click of the camera. But even with her eyes closed, she could feel the heat from her former rival as she moved in close to her ass. She was still wet. She was still hot.She was still brimming with excitement. She wondered if Becky was going to lick her…down there. Then she heard the electronic shutter click again and again.
“Such a cute little asshole. It’s very photogenic.” Becky said. “But next time you shower I expect it to be hair free, just like your pussy. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes.” Stacy breathed.
“Yes ma’am.” Becky corrected, punctuating it with a spank.
“I own you Stacy Willis. I’ve got video of everything. Not just this. I’ve got you with your mom’s dildo. I’ve got everything. I own your naked ass and pussy. ” Becky said, making sure the pretty blond knew it was a fact by fingering her pussy and then her ass.
Stacy began to feel afraid. Very afraid. She’d been stupid.
“I’ve got some things for you to wear tomorrow.” Becky said. “I left them on your bed.”
The next day Stacy’s hands trembled as she tried to make the usual small talk with her usual friends at their usual hangout by the trophy case. She was sweating bullets. She had no idea what was in store. She was wearing clothes that were suitable for summer at a club or something. Her shoulders were bare as where her legs. She’d shivered all morning. She was Becky’s slave. An email had confirmed that her rival had all the embarrassing proof she ever needed. Now, Stacy did her best to make small talk with her friends and keep the conversation from how cold she must be in her outfit.
Until she saw Becky Johnson walking that way with the usual superior smile plastered on her face.
Becky shouldered her way between the tight circle of blonds. Took Stacy by the chin and tilted her head up and kissed her ….deeply. A hush fell over the usual gossiping girls, as Stacy was kissed her ass fondled through the too short skirt.
“Baby you are a whole lot more fun to play with than Jimmy Meers.” Becky said. “I had fun last night. You were smooth as silk and Jimmy was always stubbly.”
“Thanks.” Stacy breathed, as she blushed furiously from utter mortification. She was dripping wet and that made her feel even worse to know that her body was responding to her shameful admission.
“I don’t want to interrupt you from talking to your friends,” Becky said, as she edged around Stacy and out of the circle of girls. But before she was out, she gave Stacy a spank on her bottom. “See you after school baby.”
“Okay,” Stacy breathed.
“I know some more fun games we can play.”
“Okay.” Stacy’s cheeks were so hot they felt like they were on fire. Now she was left to repair what was left of her reputation.
“She was just teasing.” Stacy said, praying her lies would be believed. “She says things just to be shocking.”
“Don’t lie.” Connie said. “You did it, didn’t you? You really shaved and you did stuff with her.”
“You are being stupid.” Stacy replied.
“Then let us see it?” Connie said with a smile. “Show it to us.”
“I won’t.” But Stacy’s blush was an admission of the truth.
“Come on girls.” Connie said as the group left Stacy standing there blushing – and very very wet.