Hello again. I wish to thank everyone for the comments concerning my other stories. Revenge, the story of Sheila, whose friend gets even with her on her wedding day for stealing her boyfriend (YW 503), has received the most attention. I had written another revenge plot fantasy just after the story about Sheila. A girl gets even with her father and the woman that broke up her ****** sixteen years earlier. She uses mind control drugs to destroy her stepfamily. Since about half the story dealt with the transgender conversion of her stepbrother, we donated that story to the Nifty Archives. If interested in a truly evil story, try:
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Susie Q By Carol Collins
I closed the door behind me as I entered our home. I scanned the mail, but found nothing addressed to Susie Quiggly. Mom was still at work and would not be home for over an hour. I was thrilled that Friday had finally arrived. I had missed my *** since he and my mother had gotten their divorce. This weekend, I was to stay with him. Of course, Angela was going to be there too. Luckily, I thought she was cool. She was more like a friend than a stepmother.
It was late spring and school was out next week for the entire glorious summer. Plus, I was graduating from high school. Next year, I would be a freshman in college. That was something I was looking forward to. It had been very warm today and I wanted to get out of my hot clothes. I carried my books to my bedroom and set them on my study desk. I peeled my sweater over my head as I walked to the closet to pick out something cool to wear. A thin yellow tank top and a lightweight brown mini skirt caught my eye. I laid my selected outfit on my bed as I sat on the side of the bed and removed my rugged, but stylish, shoes. I peeled my socks off and stood up to unzip my thick blue jeans and slide them down my smooth legs. I paused a moment to look in the full-length mirror before I put on the top and skirt.
The girl in the mirror was about five foot three inches tall, had natural blonde hair curled to give body, big blue eyes, a cute turned up nose, cupid bow lips, a beautiful smile, smooth clear skin and a graceful neck. My figure wasn't too bad either. Today, I had worn a matching pink silk lace brassiere and panty set. My mother had thought that the set was too grown up for a eighteen year old girl, but Angela had bought it for me the last time that I had stayed the weekend with them. The bra cups were too low cut, according to my mother. She was referring to the fact that my pink nipples almost could be seen peeking over the tops of the demi-cups. I liked the way it made my 36 C cup breasts stand out. The boys at school noticed too. The panties weren't quite as tiny as the brassiere, but they were cut very high in the thigh and were almost thong in the back.
I turned sideways to get a profile view. In gym class, I had looked at the other girls' bodies. I was careful not to let them catch me looking; after all, I didn't want anyone to think that I was a lesbian. I had compared my body to everyone else's and was secretly quite happy. People told me that I am a pretty girl. At 36C-21-35, I knew my body was better than most of the other girls in the twelfth grade. My breasts were shaped like cones but capped by large pink nipples. The time I had let my boyfriend, Billy, feel of them, he had a funny look on his face as he had next tried to pull down my jeans. I was barely able to make him stop. The boys at school acted like a bunch of puppy dogs as they followed my girl friends and I around. I also enjoyed the way that grown men would stop what they were doing, as I would walk out on the diving board at the pool when I wore my two piece bathing suit.
I let my hand move across the lace cups of my brassiere. My nipples tingled and sent vibrations that reached all the way down to my toes. Mother had warned me not to play with myself. Sometimes, when I got home early, like today, or when I would lay awake at night and was not be able to sleep, I would secretly play with myself. I could feel my clitoris beginning to swell as I stood in front of the mirror with my hands covering my silk supported breasts. I knew that I had to quit before I lost control again. It took a large amount of will power to pull my hands away from my excited nipples, but I managed to do it. I had to pack some clothing for the weekend and didn't have the time to play around.
I selected several changes of clothes and undies. Mother did not like for me to wear very much make up, but Angela helped me buy what ever I wanted. I packed some of the make up that we had bought the last time I stayed with them. An extra pair of shoes, and the two bags were packed. I had cooled down, so I picked up the mini skirt and stepped into it. I buttoned it around my waist and zipped the zipper. The tank top slid over my head and I pulled it down over my breasts and let it hang over the waistband of my skirt. I slipped a pair of sandals on my feet and was ready.
Mom was supposed to be home in half an hour and I thought that I would surprise her by cleaning the living room. It was mostly my mess anyway. There was no reason for me to leave for the weekend and Mom getting stuck with cleaning up after me. Twenty minutes later, I was finished. I had just put away the vacuum cleaner when mother walked in the front door. I went over to her and gave her a hug as a greeting. She was tired from spending all day at the office. She dropped her briefcase and purse on the table beside the front door, sat on the sofa, kicked off her high heel shoes and propped her nylon covered feet on the coffee table. She looked around the room and asked, "Susie, have you cleaned the living room?" I told her that I had. "It looks good. Thank you. You are such a sweet ********." I returned her smile.
Mother and I talked about what we had planned for next week. She said that since I was staying with my father, she would probably be gone most of the weekend. Mother almost never mentioned Angela's name. Mother and father had been married for sixteen years when, at the age of thirty-eight, according to mother, he went middle aged crazy. He divorced my mom and married a woman thirteen years younger than she was. Mother had never forgiven him or Angela. I think that she is going out this weekend to see her boyfriend while I am gone. She has never introduced me to her secret boyfriend, but I know she has one.
Mom is a pretty woman. She is thirty-eight, but people say she looks as if she is in her late twenties. She has natural blonde hair, which she has curled and arranged to gain attention. Her face is pretty. Her eyes are blue and she has a beautiful smile. Most people say I take my looks from my mother. I wouldn't mind it too much, if when I get to be old like her, I look as good. I certainly hope that my breasts continue to grow so that they get to be as big as mom's are. She wears a 38-D cup brassiere. Her waist is small and her stomach is almost flat. She works out a couple of times a week to keep herself in shape. Some of the boys at school talked about the time she came to swim in the pool in her bikini. I saw that three of the boys had bulges in their wet swim trunks.
It was about time for *** to arrive. When the horn blew in the driveway, I knew who it was. He didn't like meeting mom, so I kissed her cheek, told her I would see her Sunday evening, picked up my bags and left our home. *** was waiting in his new red corvette convertible. Mom called it his phallic symbol. She said it was Freudian or something. I didn't understand. I did know that I liked riding in the sports car. *** had said that he would let me drive it sometime, after I started college. I couldn't wait to show up at school driving a shiny red corvette!
The ride to *** and Angela's apartment took half an hour. We had to play the radio very loud to hear it over the sounds of the traffic. *** carried my bags for me as we entered the apartment complex. Angela hugged me when we entered their apartment. She was about five foot five inches tall, had red hair, a cute face with green eyes and pouting lips, and a voluptuous body. Her breasts were even bigger than mom's were. Her waist was tiny and flared out to wide hips. Her legs were curvy and she just oozed sex appeal. She liked for men to look at her and dressed accordingly. Almost any type of outfit that would draw attention to her figure was in her closet. Today, she wore a blue form fitting mini dress that was low cut to show off her impressive cleavage. Mother called Angela a slut and wasn't happy that I spent time with her. I thought she was just a free spirit.
Angela went with me to the extra bedroom. We talked as I hung my clothes up in the closet. She mentioned that my legs looked tanned. I told her those two trips a week to the tanning beds and at least once a week to the community pool had helped. Angela placed her hand on my leg and caressed my thigh as her hand moved up and down a few times. "You have such beautiful legs. I would have given anything to have a body like yours when I was your age. I was over-weight when I was a teenager." Her hand had moved up under my skirt and was near the top of my thigh when *** called to us to hurry if we were going to eat. Angela slowly withdrew her hand from under my mini skirt and she placed her arm around my waist and we went to the kitchen. Her hand on my leg had caused the same reaction that I felt when I started playing with myself. I hoped that I wasn't a lesbian. I certainly hoped that Angela didn't know how her hand innocently checking my tan had affected me.
*** had ordered pizza and it had arrived while Angela and I had been in my bedroom. *** offered me a glass of wine as he opened a bottle for Angela and himself. I turned it down, but Angela insisted. I agreed as long as they promised to never tell mom. I had been allowed a sip of wine on special occasions, but I had never ***** an entire glass before. *** said that I would like it. I did. The pizza was good, too. While we were eating, Angela did not have a difficult time convincing me to have another glass of the alcoholic grape juice. I became tipsy. After my third glass of wine, Angela told *** that she was going to put me to bed.
*** watched television as Angela helped me walk to my bedroom. She placed an arm around me to steady me as I wove my way toward the sanctity of my bed. I noticed that her hand was cupping the underside of my breast. I was sure that she had her hand there by mistake, so I pretended that I didn't notice. When we reached the side of my bed, she said, "Let's get you out of those things." She lifted my top and pulled it over my head. "Oh, I see you are wearing the pink brassiere that we bought for you the last time you were here. My, it does show off your pretty titties."
I know I must have blushed. Angela must have not noticed because she was busy unzipping the zipper on my skirt and undoing the button. I felt my brown mini skirt caressing my thighs as it fell around my bare legs and puddled at my feet. I now stood in front of my stepmother in my silk lace bra and panties. Angela had reached around and unsnapped my brassiere before I could protest. My hands automatically cupped the undersides of my breasts to keep the bra in place. Angela took my hands in hers and pulled them from my breasts. "You have such beautiful boobies. You should not be embarrassed by them. You should be proud. Most women would sell their soul to the Devil for a pair of succulent tits like yours. Why those puppies absolutely defy gravity." As if to prove her point, Angel's hands cupped my breasts and she gave them a few gentle squeezes. "And they are super firm too. I bet you let your boyfriend play with them all the time." When I told her that he had only touched them one time and that I had to make him quit because he got too excited. She replied, "You don't know what you are missing. Lay down on the bed and let me show you."
I know I shouldn't be doing this, but Angela's hands had been lightly caressing my swollen nipples and breasts for several minutes and the wine had clouded my mind. I lay on the bed as she had asked. I could feel the tingling as it started at my breasts and moved throughout my body as her hands made my nipples become even more excited. When Angela leaned over and took my left nipple in her mouth and began licking it with her warm wet tongue, I gasped as my senses went into a higher plane than I had ever experienced before. It felt marvelous. It seemed as if my very existence centered around the lips that were wrapped around my swollen pink nipple.
Angela shifted her attentions to my right nipple and I lost all touch with reality. I glanced down and saw that my left nipple was over twice the size that it normally was. It was almost red in color and was shining with Angel's saliva. As the saliva cooled, it kept my nipple stiff and swollen. I had lost control of my body and actually thought I felt Angel's hand moving inside the front of my panties. When I felt some of her fingers rubbing my clitoris inside of my moistening slit, my body arched upwards as I experienced my first climax induced by some one other than myself.
In the throes of my orgasm, I felt Angela's soft lips on mine. I was panting too hard to protest. Her tongue took advantage of my parted lips as it slithered inside my mouth and played with my tongue. My nipples were wet and swollen, her lips were locked on mine, her fingers rubbed my erect clitoris and I was too busy cuming to protest. I knew that later on I could blame it on the wine. I put my arms around Angela to hold on to something as my mind went on another orgasmic roller coaster ride. She had at least one finger buried in my vagina and another on my clitty as I bucked and tossed about on the bed.
I lay there on the bed as the room swirled around me. It was as if I was almost disconnected from my body as I felt my panties being drawn down and off. Angela had moved lower on my body and I heard her saying, "My, my! What a pretty peach! Oh, and it's juicy, too!" The next thing I felt was her tongue as it licked my vagina from bottom to top. She buried her lips in my moist slit and wrapped her soft lips around my extended clitoris. I began bucking my hips up to her mouth as I experienced another series of earthquake like orgasms. Angela kept licking, sucking and nibbling on my poor clitty as wave after wave of strong shuddering climaxes racked my body. I think I passed out.
I awoke the next morning. My head hurt a little. I pulled the sheet off of me and found that I was nude. I always slept in a nightgown. For a moment, I wondered why I was naked; then, memories came flooding back to me. I sat up very quickly as I remembered that I had ***** some wine and that Angela had come to help me get in bed. Sitting up quickly did not help my headache. Memories of what Angela did to me came flooding back to me. She had done things to me that only lesbians do to each other! What made me feel even worse was the fact that I had enjoyed what she had done. In fact, I had never enjoyed anything as much in my entire life. I lay back down and covered my head with a pillow. I even remembered a dream that I must have had after I had passed out. I had dreamed that my *** was in the room with us and that he was video taping what we had done. I knew that was a silly dream.
I slowly climbed out of bed and slipped on a nightgown before I gathered fresh undies, a pair of shorts and a pull over top and went to the bathroom. I knew that a long hot bath would make me feel better. I sat on the commode and thought about what had happened the night before as I waited for the tub to fill. I watched the bubble bath suds forming as I remembered the sensations that I had felt as my step mother had used her lips and tongue on my body. My nipples became erect. I tried to think of other things, but found my mind returning to last night. I stood up, removed my nighty and stepped into the warm soothing water. I sat down in the tub and closed my eyes as I tried to relax.
I lay in the tub for ten or fifteen minutes as I sorted out my feelings about last night. I felt that what Angela and I had done was wrong, but I could not deny that the sensations of ecstasy were the most wonderful of my whole life. Without realizing what I was doing, my right hand had settled on my right breast and was cupping my titty. My fingers caressed my nipple as it rose up and became stiff. My left hand moved, as if it had a mind of its own, to my vagina. Before I knew what was happening, my right hand was moving from breast to breast, pulling on my erect nipples, while my left hand was massaging my stiffened clitoris. The entire time, I had my eyes closed as I imagined that Angela had her mouth on my nipples and clitoris.
The emotional crescendo built higher and higher as I massaged my clitty faster and harder. I actually found myself wanting Angela to do to me this morning exactly what she had done last night. My orgasm approached and I totally lost control of my body. I made a squealing sound as my body arched up out of the splashing water as I climaxed.
Slowly, ever so slowly, I regained control of my body. My breathing was fast; as if I had just ran a very long foot race. When I recovered enough to open my eyes, I was shocked. Sitting on a small stool beside the tub was Angela. She was wearing a thin emerald green silk dressing gown. Her bright red hair was disheveled and hung down in her face. She had a big smile on her pretty face and her eyes were shining brightly. She softly said, "Good morning, Sweetheart. I see you know how to start the day off right!" I blushed as she reached over and pushed a strand of curly blonde hair out of my eyes.
I turned a bright red, as I felt more embarrassed than I had ever felt before. I was in such a state of shock, I could not move even when Angela leaned over and gently kissed my lips. Her tongue softly licked my lips as I lay in the tub. Her left hand wandered down to my right breast and toyed with my erect nipple for a moment as her tongue probed my parted lips. Perhaps it was being caught masturbating that had so paralyzed me that I did not protest as her other hand moved under the bubbles floating on the water to slid down my belly. Her left hand moved to my other nipple as her right hand danced through the light coating of pubic hair that covered my mound. Her lips kept my mouth busy as her tongue wiggled against my own tongue.
When Angela's fingers moved to my vagina, my legs parted as if they intended on assisting Angela as she seduced me. Her long fingernail lightly scratched my clitoris as she toyed with my vagina. I was beginning to gasp as her assault continued. I was almost ready to cum when she stopped manipulating my clit. I stood up when she told me to and let her dry my body with a large fluffy towel. My nipples were so sensitive, that I almost came when she rubbed the soft towel across them. Angela led me back to my room. I was self-conscious as we walked hand in hand, down the short hallway toward my room. I was completely nude. How would I explain the situation to my *** if he had walked out of the master bedroom and saw me?
I breathed easier when we reached the safety of my bedroom. Angela's green eyes shone brightly as she said, "You are so beautiful. Sit on the bed for a moment." I sat down as she slowly untied the sash of her emerald green silk robe and let it slide off her shoulders to fall to the floor. I had seen her nude body once when we had gone swimming and we were changing out of our wet bathing suits, but this was different. I was sexually excited now and her body added to my excitement. Her breasts were huge as they jutted out in front of her almost flat tummy. Her neatly trimmed pubic hair was fiery red and was not able to hide her swollen vaginal lips. I tried to move my eyes away from the inner lips that protruded from her prominent slit. When I could force my eyes to look up, I found her bright eyes watching my reaction.
"Susie, you are the sexiest little girl that I have ever know. You have always put on an act of being a good girl, but I know that there is a hot little slut just waiting to break out." Angela moved closer to me. Since I was sitting on the side of the bed, her over sized boobs were even with my face. I looked up into her eyes as her breasts moved to each side of my face. I smelt her perfume as her red pubic hair tickled my nipples as she pressed her naked body against mine. Angela moved so that her right nipple was touching my lips. "Kiss it for me, Susie. Show me that you like me. Take my hard nipple in your sweet mouth and kiss it for me. Make me feel as good as I have made you feel. That's it! You are such a good girl!"
My mother had said that she had breast fed me. This was the first time since I was a baby that I had another woman's nipple in my mouth. I put aside the thoughts of whether this was right or wrong as I slowly slid my hands around Angela's waist and sucked her left nipple when she shifted it to my suctioning mouth. "Susie, you really know how to turn a girl on." Angela whispered to me as she pushed me back on the bed and lay on top of me. Our naked bodies were pressed together as her lips sought mine. By this time, I was eagerly sucking on her tongue as it snaked in and out of my mouth.
When Angela began to move down, kissing my breasts and sucking on my erect nipples before moving to my moistened vagina, I automatically parted my legs. Angela settled between my parted thighs and kissed across my smooth tummy as my pulse rate increased. I remembered the excitement and the mind blowing climaxes that I had experienced last night and my body wanted more. I looked down between my up thrust boobs as I watched my redheaded stepmother's tongue as it licked through my blonde pubic hair on its way toward my slit. I was so excited, that when her tongue touched my clitoris, I had an orgasm. My body arched upward and it felt as if the entire room was spinning out of control.
When I became aware of my surroundings, I realized that I was lying on the bed and that Angela was beside me. I did not try to stop her when she kissed me with her moist lips. I knew that I was taking some of my own juices into my mouth as I kissed her, but it only added to the eroticism of the moment. Our lips parted and she looked at me for a moment before she said, "Susie, I've wanted to do this with you every since I first met you. It's wonderful that you have such a sensitive clitty. I love to look up and see your facial expressions as I make you cum. I'm so wet right now, I can't stand it." She gently kissed my lips before continuing. "I wish I had some one here that could go down on me. I am about to go out of my mind." Angela's fingers toyed with my clitoris as she asked, "Susie, I love you and want to ask you a question. You have already sucked my nipples. Would you please suck my clitty for me so that I can cum too?"
My mind was in turmoil. One side said, "NO!" as the other side said, "Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad. After all, hadn't she done it for me?" My right hand moved to play with her hugely swollen nipples as I leaned forward to press my lips against hers. I blocked out the thoughts that screamed at me that this was wrong as I once again moved my mouth to her erect nipples. She was smiling down at me as I moved down on the bed. I kissed the flesh of her tummy as my lips made their way to her wet vagina.
Angela guided my head with her hands as I kissed her smooth skin near her red pubic hair covered mound. When she pulled my mouth down over her wet lips, she whispered directions on how to eat another girl. "That's it! Kiss my wet pussy lips! Oh, that feels great. Now use you tongue to lick my juicy slit. That's good. Now move your tongue from the bottom to the top of my slit. When you get to the top, stop and suck on my clit. That's right! Now start over again. Just keep that up for a few minutes."
I lay on the bed, face down, as I ate another woman for the first time. I ground my own vagina into the mattress as I followed Angela's instructions. After a couple of minutes, she cried out, "Just suck on my clit as you use your fingers to finger fuck me!" She came almost immediately. Only her fingers holding onto the back of my head kept my mouth from loosing contact with her erect clitoris as she bucked up and down on the bed.
Angela pulled me up to lay beside her as she recovered from her climax. She turned toward me, put her leg over me and hugged me tightly. Her tongue licked her juices from my swollen lips as we lay in each other's arms. Her monumentally sized breasts were pushed against mine, our smooth tummies were touching and her wet pubic mound was pressed against my leg and mound as we hugged. My boyfriend had never made me feel this good!
Angela said, "You were marvelous!" Her lips kissed mine tenderly. "As much as I would like to eat your sweet little pussy for the rest of the day, I'm afraid that your father has other plans for today. We had better get up and get dressed." She gave me one more kiss before she got up and put her robe back on and left the room. I slowly got up off the bed and thought about what had just happened. I was embarrassed to admit that I had loved it. I peeked out the door and snuck down the hallway to the bathroom where I had left my undies and clothes.
I slipped on my white satin bikini panties and low cut white satin brassiere and pulled my red satin shorts and red satin tank top on over my head. I looked in the mirror and brushed my hair until it was under control. A quick coating of red lipstick and I was ready to see if Angela needed my help in the kitchen. When I got there, *** was setting the table and pouring the orange juice. He had eventually been up for a while because he had already prepared breakfast. Angela came in and sat down at the table and smiled at me as we ate our meal. *** didn't say anything about what Angela and I had done this morning and I hoped that he didn't even know. *** and I ate in silence as Angela talked about how she and I were going out to do some shopping this morning.
We rode to the mall in Angela's new Acura coupe. *** had bought it for her as a wedding present. Angela had put on a black silk tank top that was cut off just below her massive boobs. A pair of black silk shorts hugged her curved hips. She had chosen to wear a pair of shiny black high heel shoes that has very thin pointed heels. Her body was freckled and she could never get a suntan. Her white skin, bright red hair, voluptuous figure and black clothing made her truly beautiful as we walked from her car to the mall entrance. She gave me a smile and told my father that she really liked her stepdaughter.
*** waited patiently as we went from store to store, trying on different dresses. Angela selected two very nice dresses and made my father buy them for me. They were what she had called cocktail dresses. One was red and the other was black. Both were wrap dresses that had low cut tops with just spaghetti straps to hold them up and hemlines that reached less than half way to my knees. She insisted on *** buying them for me, saying that we might want to go out to a nightclub sometime. "Big chance of that," I thought. "The politicians had just raised the drinking age back up to twenty one in this state. I have five years to go before I can go out to night clubs." Angela picked out a Green Lycra dress that looked as if it had been sprayed on her beautiful body, for herself.
Next stop was a large shoe store. Angela and I each tried on over twenty pairs of high heel shoes. She picked out a green pair for herself and a gold pair, a red pair, and a black pair of three-inch high heels for me. Poor *** got to pay for and carry our boxes as she led me down the mall to a lingerie shop. The multitude of colors and styles of lingerie was staggering to my imagination. *** had set the boxes down and was watching as Angela picked out various pieces of lace, satin and silk and held them up to my body. She would smile, my *** would have a strange look on his face and I would blush.
Angela asked the saleswoman to measure me so that we could buy the correct sizes of lingerie and the woman, who looked to be in her thirties or forties, led me to the changing area. She had long dark brown hair and was still good looking. She wore a blue dress that molded itself to a nicely shaped body. Blue high heel shoes, much like the ones we had just purchased, were on her feet. I could also see that she was wearing dark nylon stockings. She introduced herself as Robin as she helped me remove my tank top and shorts. "My, you are a pretty little thing." She said as she took my measurements. She told me to just wait in the dressing room as they picked out the things for me to try on.
The first things brought to me were a set of black silk undies. I slipped out of my own lingerie. I loved the luxurious feel of the silk as it caressed my body. They were a perfect fit. Robin took them and disappeared back out the door, leaving me standing in the dressing room, completely nude, as Angela brought in another set of lingerie for me to try on. It was a red satin strapless brassiere, a red belt that she hooked around my waist with dangling straps that she called a garter belt, and a pair of tiny bikini panties that I knew would give my mother a heart attack if she ever saw me in them. I was completely naked, except for the garter belt, as Angela opened a package of nylon stockings. They weren't pantyhose but were old-fashioned black silk stockings. I pulled them up my legs like I did when I put on pantyhose, except I hooked the reinforced tops of the stockings to the garter tabs. As I put on the red satin bikini panties and front hook red satin strapless brassiere, Angela went out of the dressing room and brought back my red high heel shoes and red wrap dress. I put the shoes on my feet and buckled the ankle straps.
Angela told me to turn and look in the full-length mirror. I had seen a couple of men's magazines and what I saw in the mirror almost reminded me of the centerfold picture. There were only a couple of inches between the tops of the silk stockings and the tiny red panties. The high heel shoes made my legs look longer. The brassiere was a front hook strapless type that made me look as if I had gained a cup size. I was very pleased with my reflection.
Angela moved to hug me from behind. "You look good enough to eat," she whispered in my ear just before she nibbled on it. Her hands moved around to cup my breasts as I watched them in the mirror. Her fingers pinched my nipples through the satin bra cup. They immediately sent a signal to my clitoris. Her right hand moved to my erecting clitty and rubbed it through the satin panties. I lost sight of our reflection as my eyes closed. Her hand moved up, dipped under the waistband of my panties and moved down to massage my slit. Her left hand continued to play with my nipples as I came closer and closer to another orgasm. It washed over me in waves. I must have moaned too loudly because when I opened my eyes, Robin was standing inside the dressing room, watching Angel's fingers moving under the cover of the red satin panties.
"Well, you two certainly seem to be enjoying yourselves. If I didn't have three customers out front, I'd like to sample some of each of you. Closing time on the weekends in around ten o'clock. Come back later and I'll show each of you how much fun I can be." She was smiling prettily as she went back out to check on her other customers. I must have been blushing for the seventh or eighth time this weekend as I turned and hid my red face against Angela's well developed chest. She put her arms around me, but patted me on the bottom instead of the back.
Angela helped me put on the red party dress. It wrapped around toward the front. She said I sure looked hot. I thought that I looked good too. Angela had me go out of the dressing room to show off the dress and everything to ***. He told me that he would have to beat the guys off of me with a big stick. I thanked him. Angela said, "Susie, just keep every thing on and we'll go to the beauty shop to have our hair done before we go home." Robin put the clothes I had worn into the shop in a bag along with the new clothes that Angela and *** bought for me. Angela had also picked out another matching set of lingerie just like the one I now wore, except it was black. She had also picked out three more packages of stockings. Robin smiled and reminded us to, "Come back anytime," as we left the lingerie shop. Angela told her that we would in the next week or two.
I had been to a hair salon before, but never to a place like this. I was taken to a private room in the back of the salon. There, I was introduced to Jessica. She is about twenty years old and has short black hair, dark eyes, a nose ring in her left nostril, wore a blue zip front dress, and is about five foot ten inches tall and thin. Even in my three-inch heels, she was still taller than I am. She smiled and gave me what I thought was a fruit juice drink. I thanked her and took a sip. It was very good. Jessica's fingers untied the bow holding the front of my red satin wrap dress closed and opened it. I was startled and backed away, but she said, "Relax. We need to take off your beautiful dress so it doesn't get any stains on it. There's nobody back here but us girls."
I looked around to make sure that there wasn't anyone else in the room before I removed my dress and let Jessica put it on a wooden hanger. There was another mirror on the opposite wall. I almost felt like a wanton woman, as I stood in front of a stranger in such provocative lingerie. She gave me a studied look as she smiled. "You must drive the guys crazy. The women, too." Her smile broadened as she saw me blush. I thought that she would offer me a dressing gown but she told me to sit down in a large elaborate leather chair and finish my drink until she returned. My satin covered bottom felt the cool leather of the seat cushion as I sipped the tasty beverage. I thought about how this weekend had changed my life. I had been friends with Angela, but our relationship had changed since last night. I just hoped that my father didn't find out about what we were doing.
I relaxed as I waited for Jessica to return. There was soothing music playing softly and I found myself almost falling asleep. By the time Jessica returned, my glass was empty. She had brought me another. I accepted it and she said, "You look like you are ready for me to start." She pushed a few buttons on the side of the chair and it began to move. It shifted as the legs came up and the back reclined. Jessica said, "Okay, we need to remove your pretty panties for what Angela wants me to do." The drink had confused my thinking as I let her pull my panties down over my hips and down my legs. I knew I should not be letting the stranger do this to me, but I was powerless to resist. The leather was very cool on my bare bottom.
Jessica pushed another button and the elevated leg supports began to spread apart. Within a minute, my legs were forced apart and anyone standing in front of me would have been able to see my vagina, as it was splayed open. The strange fruit juice drink had relaxed me so that I was no longer embarrassed by my exposure. Jessica rolled a chair into the juncture between my legs and opened a jar of cream. "Now just keep sipping your drink as I spread this cream on you." I felt her fingers massaging the cool cream into my pubic area. I enjoyed the sensations that she was stirring up in my body.
I felt as if I was drifting in the clouds as Jessica unhooked the garter tabs from my silk stockings and rolled them down and off my legs. She rubbed the cream into my legs as I lay on the reclined chair. Next, she raised my arms over my head and massaged the cream into my underarm area. I felt so calm and relaxed as she took a moistened towel and began to wipe around my vagina. I felt wonderful as she stroked the towel up and down my legs before she moved to my underarms. Her fingers caressed my nearly naked body for several minutes before I felt a tickling sensation in my vagina. I raised my head to see that Jessica had half of her face buried in my hairless vagina! My vagina had not been hairless since I was eleven years old. Now, not only was I bald down there, but Jessica was evidently nibbling on my clitoris as my hips began to move up and down on the leather seat cushion. I had never had sex with anyone before last night, and here I was, with an almost complete stranger, and a woman at that, sucking on my clit as her tongue reached into my denuded little pussy. I had no control over my hips as they rose up to meet Jessica's tongue and lips. Within minutes, I was cuming for her.
As I lay on the chair, catching my breath, Jessica got up and rolled a cart over to where she sat between my legs. I was enjoying the pleasant after glow of my orgasm as I Jessica began to rub something cold across my clitoris. I was still under the influence of the drugged fruit juice and could not see what Jessica was doing. I let out a short scream as something sharp stuck me. "It's all over with now. Just relax for a few moments more and I'll be finished." I had no idea what she was talking about as she went about her work.
Jessica stood and pushed her cart back out of the way. She returned with a hand mirror. "Sit up, Sweetie, and I'll show you how pretty you look." I was able to rise up to my elbows and look down at the mirror that Jessica held between my open legs. I was amazed! Not only had all the hair been removed from my vagina, but also I had a gold ring in my split. "First, I used the new synthetic hormonal cream to permanently remove your unwanted body hair. Now, you'll never have to shave your underarms, legs or vagina again. Next, I pierced your clitoral hood, just like Angela instructed. The ring is eighteen-carrot gold and is sealed with epoxy. It will never come out so you don't have to worry about loosing it. Isn't it pretty? And, here, let me show you how it feels when it wiggles against you clitty." Her fingers tugged on the one-inch gold ring slightly and jolts of electricity shot through out my entire body. A couple of minutes later, I had another orgasm.
Jessica toyed with the ring as she told me, "You'll love your clit ring. It will stimulate your clitty as you walk. You will have to get used to the idea that you can cum simply from walking around. People will wonder what is wrong as you grab hold of something to keep from falling down as you gasp for breath and your eyes roll back, but you'll learn to love it. When a guy or a girl goes down on you, you'll go practically out of your mind when they flip the ring with their tongue. And, when a guy strokes his cock in and out of your cute little cunt, his pubic bone will rub the ring against your clitty and make you cum more than you have ever cum with a guy before."
Jessica leaned down and pushed the buttons that brought my legs back together and the leather chair back up to an upright position. She assisted me as I pulled the stockings up and clipped them to my garter belt. I could feel the ring moving against my clitoris as I stood up on my shaky legs. Jessica held my panties for me and told me to step into them. They rubbed against the silk stockings as they were pulled up my legs until she made them fit snuggly over my hips and pubic mound. I was aware of the pressure of the ring against my erect clit as the red satin pressed it up into my vagina.
Before Jessica gave me my dress, she pulled me into her arms and kissed my lips. Her tongue was long and reached part way down my throat. When her lips parted from mine, she said, "Next time you come in, we'll do your nipples." I certainly did not want my nipples pierced. When she indicated that I could leave, I wrapped my red satin dress around my body and walked out to the front of the salon. Angela and *** were just coming out of a back room of the salon. We left the mall.
It was evening and we were hungry. *** drove us to a restaurant and we ate dinner. The trunk of the Acura was full of packages and even the back seat was crowded. I ended up sitting almost on the ring that was through my clitoral hood as *** drove the car. Walking and even sitting down was now a stimulating act. It seemed that no matter what I was doing, the clitoris ring managed to irritate my clit just enough to keep it erect. I could tell that the crotch of my panties was moist. I was embarrassed when I had to stop for a moment as we were being shown to our table in the restaurant until I could control the sensations coming from my clitty. Angela was smiling as I finally sat down in the booth where *** and she were sitting side by side on the opposite side.
I had to keep my legs apart because each time I tried to cross them or rub them together, I almost had an orgasm. I was so distracted by the sensations coming from my excited clitoris, I was barely aware of the food we were having for dinner. *** had ordered wine with our meal and the waiter brought three glasses with no questions asked. Angela had insisted that I drink wine with them. It was as good as the wine that I had last night. Angela and *** made small talk with me while I fought to control the maddening sensations coming from my clit.
Just as we finished eating, *** and Angela smiled as Angela called out, "Dobron! Over here! I turned to see whom she was calling to. A black man about ***'s age was moving toward our table. He wore a nice dark blue silk dress shirt and a pair of dress black light weight wool slacks. He was smiling as he approached our table. For an older black man, I guess he would be considered as very handsome. Angela exclaimed, "Dobron, it is good to see you. You know my husband. This pretty blonde is my stepdaughter, Susie."
I looked up to see his large black hand extended to me. I put my hand in his in his as he smiled and said, "This is my pleasure. You are even more beautiful than Angela described you." I blushed as I tried to move around in the seat until I found a position where the clit ring didn't excite my poor clitty. I had already found that there was no such position. The large black man was smiling, so I returned his friendly smile. Angela asked Dobron to sit down. Since I was on one side of the booth by myself, I had to move over to make room for him.
Dobron turned out to be a very nice man. *** and Angela certainly seemed to like him. I shifted around on the seat a few times as I hunted for a way to decrease the sensations caused by the ring. I realized that Dobron was talking about going to a club to do some dancing and that *** and Angela wanted to go along. Without consulting me, *** and Angela said that we would all go together. *** paid for the meal as Dobron held his hand out and helped me up out of the booth. I had to fight for control of my body as I slid across the bench seat of the booth.
I was so preoccupied with trying not to have an orgasm as we left the crowded restaurant, I did not even realize that Dobron had his arm around my waist as we walked toward our cars. I heard Angela say, "Since the back seat of our car is so full, Susie, why don't you ride with Dobron?" I started to answer but nearly came as I lost my concentration. I was biting my bottom lips so hard, I couldn't protest as the large black man used his arm around my waist to stir me toward a red BMW convertible. He held the door open for me as I sat down in the passenger seat. The act of sitting down, and the ring making contact with the seat cushion, triggered the climax that I had been fighting for the last thirty minutes. I closed my eyes and rolled my head back as I let out a little cry of ecstasy as waves of sensations rippled through my spasming body. I finally opened my eyes to see that the smiling black man was still standing there and holding the car door open. I glanced down to see that my wrap dress had fallen open and that not only was the tops of my stockings on display, but my bare thighs were parted, allowing him a glimpse of the moist crotch of my red satin panties. I quickly pulled my dress together as I turned to face forward in the seat.
I was so embarrassed. And, the crotch of my panties was wet with my juices. "Damn this ring!" I thought to myself as Dobron slid into the driver's seat. My breathing slowed to a more normal level and I shifted in the seat to hook my seatbelt. My movement started another series of tingling sensations in my vagina as I sat back in the seat. Dobron was still smiling at me when I glanced his way. Here I was, in a car with a large black man, a stranger, and I had just had an orgasm in a public parking lot. He started the engine and we pulled out into evening traffic in the red sports car convertible. I looked over my shoulder to see *** and Angela following us in the Acura. The act of turning in my seat started the sensations in my clit all over again.
I tried closing my eyes as I fought to control my runaway nervous system. We went over some rough pavement and I moaned involuntarily as the seat cushion bumped against my excited crotch. I felt something new and opened my eyes to find Dobron's large black hand on my silk covered thigh. I reflexively clamped my thighs together tightly and almost caused another climax. My arm muscles were weak when I tried to push his hand off of my thigh. It ended up that my hand was only resting on his as his hand moved up my thigh and pushed the hem of my dress upward. I felt as if part of my mind was detached from my body as it watched the black hand opening the lower part of my wrap dress to expose my bare thighs and red satin panties. His fingers had a gentle touch as they moved across my smooth bare thigh toward my excited clitoris. When his hand moved from thigh to satin covered hairless mound, I found my thighs involuntarily opening even more.
I glanced at Dobron and saw that he was looking at the road only half the time. I looked up and saw that we were stopped at a traffic light and that a crowded city bus had just pulled along side. I could see the shocked facial expressions of several people as they looked down on us. When I felt Dobron's fingers wiggling my clit ring, the seatbelt fought to keep me in my seat as my body arched up off the seat. I must have squealed as he continued to manipulate the ring, causing my climax to last for the next five or even ten minutes. I don't know how long he rubbed my clitty and ring because I passed out.
When I came to, Angela was holding a cool wet wash cloth to my forehead and sitting next to me as I lay on a sofa in a living room. I didn't recognize the room, so I figured that we were at Dobron's home. My father was sitting in a chair across from the sofa and he was smiling as he pointed a video camcorder at us. I thought that this was a strange time for *** to be making home videos. I felt something moving on my legs and I looked down to find Dobron running the tips of his fingers up and down the calves of my silk covered legs. *** told Angela that she was blocking his shot, so she got up and moved behind the sofa.
I glanced at *** and saw that he was preoccupied with his video camera and must not be aware of the fact that the large black man who was sitting on the other end of the sofa had moved his hands up under the hem of my dress. Dobron was attempting to open my wrap dress when I reached down to stop his hands. As I tried to hold his dark hands in mine, Angela leaned over and untied the sash that held my dress closed. She flipped open my dress, leaving my undies exposed as my father continued to videotape us. I tried to pull my dress back together until Dobron's fingers cupped my satin covered hairless mound and began to massage it. The ring immediately began to send jolts of electric current from my swollen clitoris, to my confused brain.
I looked up into Angela's face as she pulled the low cups of my red satin brassiere below the prominent pink nipples on my breasts. She almost toppled over onto me as she bent over and began to lick and suck on my excited nipples. Dobron grabbed the sides of my panties and pulled them down and off. Before I could stop him, he had placed his mouth over my hairless vagina and was licking the ring that rubbed against my clit. With my stepmother working on my swollen nipples and Dobron's tongue in my slit, I reached another orgasm that caused my entire body to bow upward. I bucked and thrashed about as I came over and over again. They continued the two-prong attack until I had lost consciousness again.
I came to as I felt what I thought was a telephone pole being forced up into my seriously stretched vagina. Dobron had removed all his clothing and was above me as he drove his hips down toward mine. I realized that I was no longer a virgin as he shoved even more of his black cock into my abused tummy. I could see Angela's grinning face as I looked up. Her clothes were off and she was playing with her own nipples as she watched Dobron taking her stepdaughter for the first time. I was to embarrassed to look at my father. I thought that he would hate me for being so brazen and letting an older black man have sex with me.
Just as I thought I would die of shame. Dobron's huge organ pushes the last of my internal organs aside as it bottoms out in my no longer virginal belly. His course pubic hair bumps my clitoris ring and I get a jolt that makes me cry out in excitement. He grinds his pubic bone against mine and I have another orgasm. He begins to slowly pull out until he felt as if he was going to fall out, only to drive his long thick black cock back into my stretched vagina. A few strokes later, I am having my second climax with a penis inside me. It is a black penis, too.
I find that my arms and legs have automatically wrapped themselves around the muscular black male body that has taken my cherry. His lips found mine and I returned his kisses. His tongue was almost as long as Robin's as it reached the back of my throat. Fingers, I don't know who's, were pinching my pink nipples as I lay on the sofa with a black cock working in and out of my tummy. I started to have one long continuous orgasm again as Dobron's hips began a pile driving type of action. I actually felt his cock expand even more as the hot cum spurted out and coated the insides of my reproductive organs. I must have passed out again.
When I awoke, I felt the most delicious sensations in my vagina. I saw that Dobron, although still naked and with a soft but massive coal black penis swinging between his legs, was now operating the camcorder. Angela was still leaning over the back of the sofa as she watched the action. I heard her say, "Make sure you get all of Dobron's cum out of her little twat unless you want your little ******** to get knocked up by a black man." In shock, I looked down to see my own father burying half his face in my hairless vagina. "That's it! Do a good job or else her belly will swell up with a black baby!" I believe ***'s tongue reached every drop of semen that was inside my belly. His nose rubbing against my clit and that damn ring made me cum twice as he cleaned out my freshly screwed pussy. I felt so guilty and was so embarrassed for my father. Even after what I had done with Dobron, my father still loved me enough to do this just so I wouldn't get pregnant with a black man's baby.
When *** had finished, Angela swung herself over the back of the sofa and settled on my upturned face. Her vagina was flooded with her juices as she told me how to pleasure her with my tongue. After what had already happened today, I meekly followed instructions. I heard her squeal before she finally moved off of my face and lay on the carpeted floor with a satisfied smile on her pretty face.
*** had been videotaping Angela and me as she had sat on my face and I licked her wet red haired pussy. I saw that Dobron was hanging up the telephone and moving to where I was lying on the sofa. He looked at *** and my stepmother and said, "I called the gang. They'll be here in about twenty minutes. I think I'd better sample some of her tight pussy before Big Joe and Leroy get hold of little Susie Q. The rest of the guys will be here, too. Your ******** will be a first class slut for black cock by the end of this weekend." His words were very true. A total of seven black men were involved in my training over the next twenty-four hours. They turned me on, they turned me upside down, they turned me inside out, but, most of all, they turned me on! Since I was not on birth control pills and they didn't use condoms, poor daddy tried his best to keep me from becoming pregnant by licking out their black baby making sperm each time there was a pause in the action. Angela must not have been on birth control pills, either, because *** had to do the same for her as the black men took turns on her, too.
Sunday evening, when I arrived back home, mother asked me how my weekend had been. I had to walk slowly as I crossed the living room and gently sat on the sofa. The hugely endowed black men had stretched my cunt almost to the tearing point. Even my previously virginal anus felt as if it had been stretched so much that mother would be able to park her car in my intestines. My nipples and clitoris had been sucked on so much that they were very tender and were nearly double their original size. The clit ring still drove me to orgasm at the most embarrassing times. I was very careful when I sat down. A spontaneous orgasm would have been difficult to explain to mother. I answered, "I had fun."
Mom looked thoughtfully at me for a moment. "Susie, " she said, "I have a confession to make." I looked to see her happy facial expression. "I have had a boyfriend since just about the time your father and I broke up. You are an adult now. I don't want to keep any secrets from you anymore. I want you to meet the man that I married last weekend. He has been out of town this last week, but he just got back an hour ago and I want you to meet him." Mother got up and went to the kitchen door. "Honey, you can come in now and let Susie meet her stepfather." The kitchen door opened and Dobron entered the living room. My mouth must have hung open in shock.
He put an arm around mom and said, "Hello, Susie Q. Your mother has told me so much about you that I feel that we should already know each other. It is so good to finally meet you." He wrapped his black arms around my blonde mother, gave her a passionate kiss on the lips and hugged her beautiful body to his muscular frame. I wondered why he was pretending that he did not already know me, and what his plans were. Dobron gave me a big smile and winked at me.
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Susie Q By Carol Collins
I closed the door behind me as I entered our home. I scanned the mail, but found nothing addressed to Susie Quiggly. Mom was still at work and would not be home for over an hour. I was thrilled that Friday had finally arrived. I had missed my *** since he and my mother had gotten their divorce. This weekend, I was to stay with him. Of course, Angela was going to be there too. Luckily, I thought she was cool. She was more like a friend than a stepmother.
It was late spring and school was out next week for the entire glorious summer. Plus, I was graduating from high school. Next year, I would be a freshman in college. That was something I was looking forward to. It had been very warm today and I wanted to get out of my hot clothes. I carried my books to my bedroom and set them on my study desk. I peeled my sweater over my head as I walked to the closet to pick out something cool to wear. A thin yellow tank top and a lightweight brown mini skirt caught my eye. I laid my selected outfit on my bed as I sat on the side of the bed and removed my rugged, but stylish, shoes. I peeled my socks off and stood up to unzip my thick blue jeans and slide them down my smooth legs. I paused a moment to look in the full-length mirror before I put on the top and skirt.
The girl in the mirror was about five foot three inches tall, had natural blonde hair curled to give body, big blue eyes, a cute turned up nose, cupid bow lips, a beautiful smile, smooth clear skin and a graceful neck. My figure wasn't too bad either. Today, I had worn a matching pink silk lace brassiere and panty set. My mother had thought that the set was too grown up for a eighteen year old girl, but Angela had bought it for me the last time that I had stayed the weekend with them. The bra cups were too low cut, according to my mother. She was referring to the fact that my pink nipples almost could be seen peeking over the tops of the demi-cups. I liked the way it made my 36 C cup breasts stand out. The boys at school noticed too. The panties weren't quite as tiny as the brassiere, but they were cut very high in the thigh and were almost thong in the back.
I turned sideways to get a profile view. In gym class, I had looked at the other girls' bodies. I was careful not to let them catch me looking; after all, I didn't want anyone to think that I was a lesbian. I had compared my body to everyone else's and was secretly quite happy. People told me that I am a pretty girl. At 36C-21-35, I knew my body was better than most of the other girls in the twelfth grade. My breasts were shaped like cones but capped by large pink nipples. The time I had let my boyfriend, Billy, feel of them, he had a funny look on his face as he had next tried to pull down my jeans. I was barely able to make him stop. The boys at school acted like a bunch of puppy dogs as they followed my girl friends and I around. I also enjoyed the way that grown men would stop what they were doing, as I would walk out on the diving board at the pool when I wore my two piece bathing suit.
I let my hand move across the lace cups of my brassiere. My nipples tingled and sent vibrations that reached all the way down to my toes. Mother had warned me not to play with myself. Sometimes, when I got home early, like today, or when I would lay awake at night and was not be able to sleep, I would secretly play with myself. I could feel my clitoris beginning to swell as I stood in front of the mirror with my hands covering my silk supported breasts. I knew that I had to quit before I lost control again. It took a large amount of will power to pull my hands away from my excited nipples, but I managed to do it. I had to pack some clothing for the weekend and didn't have the time to play around.
I selected several changes of clothes and undies. Mother did not like for me to wear very much make up, but Angela helped me buy what ever I wanted. I packed some of the make up that we had bought the last time I stayed with them. An extra pair of shoes, and the two bags were packed. I had cooled down, so I picked up the mini skirt and stepped into it. I buttoned it around my waist and zipped the zipper. The tank top slid over my head and I pulled it down over my breasts and let it hang over the waistband of my skirt. I slipped a pair of sandals on my feet and was ready.
Mom was supposed to be home in half an hour and I thought that I would surprise her by cleaning the living room. It was mostly my mess anyway. There was no reason for me to leave for the weekend and Mom getting stuck with cleaning up after me. Twenty minutes later, I was finished. I had just put away the vacuum cleaner when mother walked in the front door. I went over to her and gave her a hug as a greeting. She was tired from spending all day at the office. She dropped her briefcase and purse on the table beside the front door, sat on the sofa, kicked off her high heel shoes and propped her nylon covered feet on the coffee table. She looked around the room and asked, "Susie, have you cleaned the living room?" I told her that I had. "It looks good. Thank you. You are such a sweet ********." I returned her smile.
Mother and I talked about what we had planned for next week. She said that since I was staying with my father, she would probably be gone most of the weekend. Mother almost never mentioned Angela's name. Mother and father had been married for sixteen years when, at the age of thirty-eight, according to mother, he went middle aged crazy. He divorced my mom and married a woman thirteen years younger than she was. Mother had never forgiven him or Angela. I think that she is going out this weekend to see her boyfriend while I am gone. She has never introduced me to her secret boyfriend, but I know she has one.
Mom is a pretty woman. She is thirty-eight, but people say she looks as if she is in her late twenties. She has natural blonde hair, which she has curled and arranged to gain attention. Her face is pretty. Her eyes are blue and she has a beautiful smile. Most people say I take my looks from my mother. I wouldn't mind it too much, if when I get to be old like her, I look as good. I certainly hope that my breasts continue to grow so that they get to be as big as mom's are. She wears a 38-D cup brassiere. Her waist is small and her stomach is almost flat. She works out a couple of times a week to keep herself in shape. Some of the boys at school talked about the time she came to swim in the pool in her bikini. I saw that three of the boys had bulges in their wet swim trunks.
It was about time for *** to arrive. When the horn blew in the driveway, I knew who it was. He didn't like meeting mom, so I kissed her cheek, told her I would see her Sunday evening, picked up my bags and left our home. *** was waiting in his new red corvette convertible. Mom called it his phallic symbol. She said it was Freudian or something. I didn't understand. I did know that I liked riding in the sports car. *** had said that he would let me drive it sometime, after I started college. I couldn't wait to show up at school driving a shiny red corvette!
The ride to *** and Angela's apartment took half an hour. We had to play the radio very loud to hear it over the sounds of the traffic. *** carried my bags for me as we entered the apartment complex. Angela hugged me when we entered their apartment. She was about five foot five inches tall, had red hair, a cute face with green eyes and pouting lips, and a voluptuous body. Her breasts were even bigger than mom's were. Her waist was tiny and flared out to wide hips. Her legs were curvy and she just oozed sex appeal. She liked for men to look at her and dressed accordingly. Almost any type of outfit that would draw attention to her figure was in her closet. Today, she wore a blue form fitting mini dress that was low cut to show off her impressive cleavage. Mother called Angela a slut and wasn't happy that I spent time with her. I thought she was just a free spirit.
Angela went with me to the extra bedroom. We talked as I hung my clothes up in the closet. She mentioned that my legs looked tanned. I told her those two trips a week to the tanning beds and at least once a week to the community pool had helped. Angela placed her hand on my leg and caressed my thigh as her hand moved up and down a few times. "You have such beautiful legs. I would have given anything to have a body like yours when I was your age. I was over-weight when I was a teenager." Her hand had moved up under my skirt and was near the top of my thigh when *** called to us to hurry if we were going to eat. Angela slowly withdrew her hand from under my mini skirt and she placed her arm around my waist and we went to the kitchen. Her hand on my leg had caused the same reaction that I felt when I started playing with myself. I hoped that I wasn't a lesbian. I certainly hoped that Angela didn't know how her hand innocently checking my tan had affected me.
*** had ordered pizza and it had arrived while Angela and I had been in my bedroom. *** offered me a glass of wine as he opened a bottle for Angela and himself. I turned it down, but Angela insisted. I agreed as long as they promised to never tell mom. I had been allowed a sip of wine on special occasions, but I had never ***** an entire glass before. *** said that I would like it. I did. The pizza was good, too. While we were eating, Angela did not have a difficult time convincing me to have another glass of the alcoholic grape juice. I became tipsy. After my third glass of wine, Angela told *** that she was going to put me to bed.
*** watched television as Angela helped me walk to my bedroom. She placed an arm around me to steady me as I wove my way toward the sanctity of my bed. I noticed that her hand was cupping the underside of my breast. I was sure that she had her hand there by mistake, so I pretended that I didn't notice. When we reached the side of my bed, she said, "Let's get you out of those things." She lifted my top and pulled it over my head. "Oh, I see you are wearing the pink brassiere that we bought for you the last time you were here. My, it does show off your pretty titties."
I know I must have blushed. Angela must have not noticed because she was busy unzipping the zipper on my skirt and undoing the button. I felt my brown mini skirt caressing my thighs as it fell around my bare legs and puddled at my feet. I now stood in front of my stepmother in my silk lace bra and panties. Angela had reached around and unsnapped my brassiere before I could protest. My hands automatically cupped the undersides of my breasts to keep the bra in place. Angela took my hands in hers and pulled them from my breasts. "You have such beautiful boobies. You should not be embarrassed by them. You should be proud. Most women would sell their soul to the Devil for a pair of succulent tits like yours. Why those puppies absolutely defy gravity." As if to prove her point, Angel's hands cupped my breasts and she gave them a few gentle squeezes. "And they are super firm too. I bet you let your boyfriend play with them all the time." When I told her that he had only touched them one time and that I had to make him quit because he got too excited. She replied, "You don't know what you are missing. Lay down on the bed and let me show you."
I know I shouldn't be doing this, but Angela's hands had been lightly caressing my swollen nipples and breasts for several minutes and the wine had clouded my mind. I lay on the bed as she had asked. I could feel the tingling as it started at my breasts and moved throughout my body as her hands made my nipples become even more excited. When Angela leaned over and took my left nipple in her mouth and began licking it with her warm wet tongue, I gasped as my senses went into a higher plane than I had ever experienced before. It felt marvelous. It seemed as if my very existence centered around the lips that were wrapped around my swollen pink nipple.
Angela shifted her attentions to my right nipple and I lost all touch with reality. I glanced down and saw that my left nipple was over twice the size that it normally was. It was almost red in color and was shining with Angel's saliva. As the saliva cooled, it kept my nipple stiff and swollen. I had lost control of my body and actually thought I felt Angel's hand moving inside the front of my panties. When I felt some of her fingers rubbing my clitoris inside of my moistening slit, my body arched upwards as I experienced my first climax induced by some one other than myself.
In the throes of my orgasm, I felt Angela's soft lips on mine. I was panting too hard to protest. Her tongue took advantage of my parted lips as it slithered inside my mouth and played with my tongue. My nipples were wet and swollen, her lips were locked on mine, her fingers rubbed my erect clitoris and I was too busy cuming to protest. I knew that later on I could blame it on the wine. I put my arms around Angela to hold on to something as my mind went on another orgasmic roller coaster ride. She had at least one finger buried in my vagina and another on my clitty as I bucked and tossed about on the bed.
I lay there on the bed as the room swirled around me. It was as if I was almost disconnected from my body as I felt my panties being drawn down and off. Angela had moved lower on my body and I heard her saying, "My, my! What a pretty peach! Oh, and it's juicy, too!" The next thing I felt was her tongue as it licked my vagina from bottom to top. She buried her lips in my moist slit and wrapped her soft lips around my extended clitoris. I began bucking my hips up to her mouth as I experienced another series of earthquake like orgasms. Angela kept licking, sucking and nibbling on my poor clitty as wave after wave of strong shuddering climaxes racked my body. I think I passed out.
I awoke the next morning. My head hurt a little. I pulled the sheet off of me and found that I was nude. I always slept in a nightgown. For a moment, I wondered why I was naked; then, memories came flooding back to me. I sat up very quickly as I remembered that I had ***** some wine and that Angela had come to help me get in bed. Sitting up quickly did not help my headache. Memories of what Angela did to me came flooding back to me. She had done things to me that only lesbians do to each other! What made me feel even worse was the fact that I had enjoyed what she had done. In fact, I had never enjoyed anything as much in my entire life. I lay back down and covered my head with a pillow. I even remembered a dream that I must have had after I had passed out. I had dreamed that my *** was in the room with us and that he was video taping what we had done. I knew that was a silly dream.
I slowly climbed out of bed and slipped on a nightgown before I gathered fresh undies, a pair of shorts and a pull over top and went to the bathroom. I knew that a long hot bath would make me feel better. I sat on the commode and thought about what had happened the night before as I waited for the tub to fill. I watched the bubble bath suds forming as I remembered the sensations that I had felt as my step mother had used her lips and tongue on my body. My nipples became erect. I tried to think of other things, but found my mind returning to last night. I stood up, removed my nighty and stepped into the warm soothing water. I sat down in the tub and closed my eyes as I tried to relax.
I lay in the tub for ten or fifteen minutes as I sorted out my feelings about last night. I felt that what Angela and I had done was wrong, but I could not deny that the sensations of ecstasy were the most wonderful of my whole life. Without realizing what I was doing, my right hand had settled on my right breast and was cupping my titty. My fingers caressed my nipple as it rose up and became stiff. My left hand moved, as if it had a mind of its own, to my vagina. Before I knew what was happening, my right hand was moving from breast to breast, pulling on my erect nipples, while my left hand was massaging my stiffened clitoris. The entire time, I had my eyes closed as I imagined that Angela had her mouth on my nipples and clitoris.
The emotional crescendo built higher and higher as I massaged my clitty faster and harder. I actually found myself wanting Angela to do to me this morning exactly what she had done last night. My orgasm approached and I totally lost control of my body. I made a squealing sound as my body arched up out of the splashing water as I climaxed.
Slowly, ever so slowly, I regained control of my body. My breathing was fast; as if I had just ran a very long foot race. When I recovered enough to open my eyes, I was shocked. Sitting on a small stool beside the tub was Angela. She was wearing a thin emerald green silk dressing gown. Her bright red hair was disheveled and hung down in her face. She had a big smile on her pretty face and her eyes were shining brightly. She softly said, "Good morning, Sweetheart. I see you know how to start the day off right!" I blushed as she reached over and pushed a strand of curly blonde hair out of my eyes.
I turned a bright red, as I felt more embarrassed than I had ever felt before. I was in such a state of shock, I could not move even when Angela leaned over and gently kissed my lips. Her tongue softly licked my lips as I lay in the tub. Her left hand wandered down to my right breast and toyed with my erect nipple for a moment as her tongue probed my parted lips. Perhaps it was being caught masturbating that had so paralyzed me that I did not protest as her other hand moved under the bubbles floating on the water to slid down my belly. Her left hand moved to my other nipple as her right hand danced through the light coating of pubic hair that covered my mound. Her lips kept my mouth busy as her tongue wiggled against my own tongue.
When Angela's fingers moved to my vagina, my legs parted as if they intended on assisting Angela as she seduced me. Her long fingernail lightly scratched my clitoris as she toyed with my vagina. I was beginning to gasp as her assault continued. I was almost ready to cum when she stopped manipulating my clit. I stood up when she told me to and let her dry my body with a large fluffy towel. My nipples were so sensitive, that I almost came when she rubbed the soft towel across them. Angela led me back to my room. I was self-conscious as we walked hand in hand, down the short hallway toward my room. I was completely nude. How would I explain the situation to my *** if he had walked out of the master bedroom and saw me?
I breathed easier when we reached the safety of my bedroom. Angela's green eyes shone brightly as she said, "You are so beautiful. Sit on the bed for a moment." I sat down as she slowly untied the sash of her emerald green silk robe and let it slide off her shoulders to fall to the floor. I had seen her nude body once when we had gone swimming and we were changing out of our wet bathing suits, but this was different. I was sexually excited now and her body added to my excitement. Her breasts were huge as they jutted out in front of her almost flat tummy. Her neatly trimmed pubic hair was fiery red and was not able to hide her swollen vaginal lips. I tried to move my eyes away from the inner lips that protruded from her prominent slit. When I could force my eyes to look up, I found her bright eyes watching my reaction.
"Susie, you are the sexiest little girl that I have ever know. You have always put on an act of being a good girl, but I know that there is a hot little slut just waiting to break out." Angela moved closer to me. Since I was sitting on the side of the bed, her over sized boobs were even with my face. I looked up into her eyes as her breasts moved to each side of my face. I smelt her perfume as her red pubic hair tickled my nipples as she pressed her naked body against mine. Angela moved so that her right nipple was touching my lips. "Kiss it for me, Susie. Show me that you like me. Take my hard nipple in your sweet mouth and kiss it for me. Make me feel as good as I have made you feel. That's it! You are such a good girl!"
My mother had said that she had breast fed me. This was the first time since I was a baby that I had another woman's nipple in my mouth. I put aside the thoughts of whether this was right or wrong as I slowly slid my hands around Angela's waist and sucked her left nipple when she shifted it to my suctioning mouth. "Susie, you really know how to turn a girl on." Angela whispered to me as she pushed me back on the bed and lay on top of me. Our naked bodies were pressed together as her lips sought mine. By this time, I was eagerly sucking on her tongue as it snaked in and out of my mouth.
When Angela began to move down, kissing my breasts and sucking on my erect nipples before moving to my moistened vagina, I automatically parted my legs. Angela settled between my parted thighs and kissed across my smooth tummy as my pulse rate increased. I remembered the excitement and the mind blowing climaxes that I had experienced last night and my body wanted more. I looked down between my up thrust boobs as I watched my redheaded stepmother's tongue as it licked through my blonde pubic hair on its way toward my slit. I was so excited, that when her tongue touched my clitoris, I had an orgasm. My body arched upward and it felt as if the entire room was spinning out of control.
When I became aware of my surroundings, I realized that I was lying on the bed and that Angela was beside me. I did not try to stop her when she kissed me with her moist lips. I knew that I was taking some of my own juices into my mouth as I kissed her, but it only added to the eroticism of the moment. Our lips parted and she looked at me for a moment before she said, "Susie, I've wanted to do this with you every since I first met you. It's wonderful that you have such a sensitive clitty. I love to look up and see your facial expressions as I make you cum. I'm so wet right now, I can't stand it." She gently kissed my lips before continuing. "I wish I had some one here that could go down on me. I am about to go out of my mind." Angela's fingers toyed with my clitoris as she asked, "Susie, I love you and want to ask you a question. You have already sucked my nipples. Would you please suck my clitty for me so that I can cum too?"
My mind was in turmoil. One side said, "NO!" as the other side said, "Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad. After all, hadn't she done it for me?" My right hand moved to play with her hugely swollen nipples as I leaned forward to press my lips against hers. I blocked out the thoughts that screamed at me that this was wrong as I once again moved my mouth to her erect nipples. She was smiling down at me as I moved down on the bed. I kissed the flesh of her tummy as my lips made their way to her wet vagina.
Angela guided my head with her hands as I kissed her smooth skin near her red pubic hair covered mound. When she pulled my mouth down over her wet lips, she whispered directions on how to eat another girl. "That's it! Kiss my wet pussy lips! Oh, that feels great. Now use you tongue to lick my juicy slit. That's good. Now move your tongue from the bottom to the top of my slit. When you get to the top, stop and suck on my clit. That's right! Now start over again. Just keep that up for a few minutes."
I lay on the bed, face down, as I ate another woman for the first time. I ground my own vagina into the mattress as I followed Angela's instructions. After a couple of minutes, she cried out, "Just suck on my clit as you use your fingers to finger fuck me!" She came almost immediately. Only her fingers holding onto the back of my head kept my mouth from loosing contact with her erect clitoris as she bucked up and down on the bed.
Angela pulled me up to lay beside her as she recovered from her climax. She turned toward me, put her leg over me and hugged me tightly. Her tongue licked her juices from my swollen lips as we lay in each other's arms. Her monumentally sized breasts were pushed against mine, our smooth tummies were touching and her wet pubic mound was pressed against my leg and mound as we hugged. My boyfriend had never made me feel this good!
Angela said, "You were marvelous!" Her lips kissed mine tenderly. "As much as I would like to eat your sweet little pussy for the rest of the day, I'm afraid that your father has other plans for today. We had better get up and get dressed." She gave me one more kiss before she got up and put her robe back on and left the room. I slowly got up off the bed and thought about what had just happened. I was embarrassed to admit that I had loved it. I peeked out the door and snuck down the hallway to the bathroom where I had left my undies and clothes.
I slipped on my white satin bikini panties and low cut white satin brassiere and pulled my red satin shorts and red satin tank top on over my head. I looked in the mirror and brushed my hair until it was under control. A quick coating of red lipstick and I was ready to see if Angela needed my help in the kitchen. When I got there, *** was setting the table and pouring the orange juice. He had eventually been up for a while because he had already prepared breakfast. Angela came in and sat down at the table and smiled at me as we ate our meal. *** didn't say anything about what Angela and I had done this morning and I hoped that he didn't even know. *** and I ate in silence as Angela talked about how she and I were going out to do some shopping this morning.
We rode to the mall in Angela's new Acura coupe. *** had bought it for her as a wedding present. Angela had put on a black silk tank top that was cut off just below her massive boobs. A pair of black silk shorts hugged her curved hips. She had chosen to wear a pair of shiny black high heel shoes that has very thin pointed heels. Her body was freckled and she could never get a suntan. Her white skin, bright red hair, voluptuous figure and black clothing made her truly beautiful as we walked from her car to the mall entrance. She gave me a smile and told my father that she really liked her stepdaughter.
*** waited patiently as we went from store to store, trying on different dresses. Angela selected two very nice dresses and made my father buy them for me. They were what she had called cocktail dresses. One was red and the other was black. Both were wrap dresses that had low cut tops with just spaghetti straps to hold them up and hemlines that reached less than half way to my knees. She insisted on *** buying them for me, saying that we might want to go out to a nightclub sometime. "Big chance of that," I thought. "The politicians had just raised the drinking age back up to twenty one in this state. I have five years to go before I can go out to night clubs." Angela picked out a Green Lycra dress that looked as if it had been sprayed on her beautiful body, for herself.
Next stop was a large shoe store. Angela and I each tried on over twenty pairs of high heel shoes. She picked out a green pair for herself and a gold pair, a red pair, and a black pair of three-inch high heels for me. Poor *** got to pay for and carry our boxes as she led me down the mall to a lingerie shop. The multitude of colors and styles of lingerie was staggering to my imagination. *** had set the boxes down and was watching as Angela picked out various pieces of lace, satin and silk and held them up to my body. She would smile, my *** would have a strange look on his face and I would blush.
Angela asked the saleswoman to measure me so that we could buy the correct sizes of lingerie and the woman, who looked to be in her thirties or forties, led me to the changing area. She had long dark brown hair and was still good looking. She wore a blue dress that molded itself to a nicely shaped body. Blue high heel shoes, much like the ones we had just purchased, were on her feet. I could also see that she was wearing dark nylon stockings. She introduced herself as Robin as she helped me remove my tank top and shorts. "My, you are a pretty little thing." She said as she took my measurements. She told me to just wait in the dressing room as they picked out the things for me to try on.
The first things brought to me were a set of black silk undies. I slipped out of my own lingerie. I loved the luxurious feel of the silk as it caressed my body. They were a perfect fit. Robin took them and disappeared back out the door, leaving me standing in the dressing room, completely nude, as Angela brought in another set of lingerie for me to try on. It was a red satin strapless brassiere, a red belt that she hooked around my waist with dangling straps that she called a garter belt, and a pair of tiny bikini panties that I knew would give my mother a heart attack if she ever saw me in them. I was completely naked, except for the garter belt, as Angela opened a package of nylon stockings. They weren't pantyhose but were old-fashioned black silk stockings. I pulled them up my legs like I did when I put on pantyhose, except I hooked the reinforced tops of the stockings to the garter tabs. As I put on the red satin bikini panties and front hook red satin strapless brassiere, Angela went out of the dressing room and brought back my red high heel shoes and red wrap dress. I put the shoes on my feet and buckled the ankle straps.
Angela told me to turn and look in the full-length mirror. I had seen a couple of men's magazines and what I saw in the mirror almost reminded me of the centerfold picture. There were only a couple of inches between the tops of the silk stockings and the tiny red panties. The high heel shoes made my legs look longer. The brassiere was a front hook strapless type that made me look as if I had gained a cup size. I was very pleased with my reflection.
Angela moved to hug me from behind. "You look good enough to eat," she whispered in my ear just before she nibbled on it. Her hands moved around to cup my breasts as I watched them in the mirror. Her fingers pinched my nipples through the satin bra cup. They immediately sent a signal to my clitoris. Her right hand moved to my erecting clitty and rubbed it through the satin panties. I lost sight of our reflection as my eyes closed. Her hand moved up, dipped under the waistband of my panties and moved down to massage my slit. Her left hand continued to play with my nipples as I came closer and closer to another orgasm. It washed over me in waves. I must have moaned too loudly because when I opened my eyes, Robin was standing inside the dressing room, watching Angel's fingers moving under the cover of the red satin panties.
"Well, you two certainly seem to be enjoying yourselves. If I didn't have three customers out front, I'd like to sample some of each of you. Closing time on the weekends in around ten o'clock. Come back later and I'll show each of you how much fun I can be." She was smiling prettily as she went back out to check on her other customers. I must have been blushing for the seventh or eighth time this weekend as I turned and hid my red face against Angela's well developed chest. She put her arms around me, but patted me on the bottom instead of the back.
Angela helped me put on the red party dress. It wrapped around toward the front. She said I sure looked hot. I thought that I looked good too. Angela had me go out of the dressing room to show off the dress and everything to ***. He told me that he would have to beat the guys off of me with a big stick. I thanked him. Angela said, "Susie, just keep every thing on and we'll go to the beauty shop to have our hair done before we go home." Robin put the clothes I had worn into the shop in a bag along with the new clothes that Angela and *** bought for me. Angela had also picked out another matching set of lingerie just like the one I now wore, except it was black. She had also picked out three more packages of stockings. Robin smiled and reminded us to, "Come back anytime," as we left the lingerie shop. Angela told her that we would in the next week or two.
I had been to a hair salon before, but never to a place like this. I was taken to a private room in the back of the salon. There, I was introduced to Jessica. She is about twenty years old and has short black hair, dark eyes, a nose ring in her left nostril, wore a blue zip front dress, and is about five foot ten inches tall and thin. Even in my three-inch heels, she was still taller than I am. She smiled and gave me what I thought was a fruit juice drink. I thanked her and took a sip. It was very good. Jessica's fingers untied the bow holding the front of my red satin wrap dress closed and opened it. I was startled and backed away, but she said, "Relax. We need to take off your beautiful dress so it doesn't get any stains on it. There's nobody back here but us girls."
I looked around to make sure that there wasn't anyone else in the room before I removed my dress and let Jessica put it on a wooden hanger. There was another mirror on the opposite wall. I almost felt like a wanton woman, as I stood in front of a stranger in such provocative lingerie. She gave me a studied look as she smiled. "You must drive the guys crazy. The women, too." Her smile broadened as she saw me blush. I thought that she would offer me a dressing gown but she told me to sit down in a large elaborate leather chair and finish my drink until she returned. My satin covered bottom felt the cool leather of the seat cushion as I sipped the tasty beverage. I thought about how this weekend had changed my life. I had been friends with Angela, but our relationship had changed since last night. I just hoped that my father didn't find out about what we were doing.
I relaxed as I waited for Jessica to return. There was soothing music playing softly and I found myself almost falling asleep. By the time Jessica returned, my glass was empty. She had brought me another. I accepted it and she said, "You look like you are ready for me to start." She pushed a few buttons on the side of the chair and it began to move. It shifted as the legs came up and the back reclined. Jessica said, "Okay, we need to remove your pretty panties for what Angela wants me to do." The drink had confused my thinking as I let her pull my panties down over my hips and down my legs. I knew I should not be letting the stranger do this to me, but I was powerless to resist. The leather was very cool on my bare bottom.
Jessica pushed another button and the elevated leg supports began to spread apart. Within a minute, my legs were forced apart and anyone standing in front of me would have been able to see my vagina, as it was splayed open. The strange fruit juice drink had relaxed me so that I was no longer embarrassed by my exposure. Jessica rolled a chair into the juncture between my legs and opened a jar of cream. "Now just keep sipping your drink as I spread this cream on you." I felt her fingers massaging the cool cream into my pubic area. I enjoyed the sensations that she was stirring up in my body.
I felt as if I was drifting in the clouds as Jessica unhooked the garter tabs from my silk stockings and rolled them down and off my legs. She rubbed the cream into my legs as I lay on the reclined chair. Next, she raised my arms over my head and massaged the cream into my underarm area. I felt so calm and relaxed as she took a moistened towel and began to wipe around my vagina. I felt wonderful as she stroked the towel up and down my legs before she moved to my underarms. Her fingers caressed my nearly naked body for several minutes before I felt a tickling sensation in my vagina. I raised my head to see that Jessica had half of her face buried in my hairless vagina! My vagina had not been hairless since I was eleven years old. Now, not only was I bald down there, but Jessica was evidently nibbling on my clitoris as my hips began to move up and down on the leather seat cushion. I had never had sex with anyone before last night, and here I was, with an almost complete stranger, and a woman at that, sucking on my clit as her tongue reached into my denuded little pussy. I had no control over my hips as they rose up to meet Jessica's tongue and lips. Within minutes, I was cuming for her.
As I lay on the chair, catching my breath, Jessica got up and rolled a cart over to where she sat between my legs. I was enjoying the pleasant after glow of my orgasm as I Jessica began to rub something cold across my clitoris. I was still under the influence of the drugged fruit juice and could not see what Jessica was doing. I let out a short scream as something sharp stuck me. "It's all over with now. Just relax for a few moments more and I'll be finished." I had no idea what she was talking about as she went about her work.
Jessica stood and pushed her cart back out of the way. She returned with a hand mirror. "Sit up, Sweetie, and I'll show you how pretty you look." I was able to rise up to my elbows and look down at the mirror that Jessica held between my open legs. I was amazed! Not only had all the hair been removed from my vagina, but also I had a gold ring in my split. "First, I used the new synthetic hormonal cream to permanently remove your unwanted body hair. Now, you'll never have to shave your underarms, legs or vagina again. Next, I pierced your clitoral hood, just like Angela instructed. The ring is eighteen-carrot gold and is sealed with epoxy. It will never come out so you don't have to worry about loosing it. Isn't it pretty? And, here, let me show you how it feels when it wiggles against you clitty." Her fingers tugged on the one-inch gold ring slightly and jolts of electricity shot through out my entire body. A couple of minutes later, I had another orgasm.
Jessica toyed with the ring as she told me, "You'll love your clit ring. It will stimulate your clitty as you walk. You will have to get used to the idea that you can cum simply from walking around. People will wonder what is wrong as you grab hold of something to keep from falling down as you gasp for breath and your eyes roll back, but you'll learn to love it. When a guy or a girl goes down on you, you'll go practically out of your mind when they flip the ring with their tongue. And, when a guy strokes his cock in and out of your cute little cunt, his pubic bone will rub the ring against your clitty and make you cum more than you have ever cum with a guy before."
Jessica leaned down and pushed the buttons that brought my legs back together and the leather chair back up to an upright position. She assisted me as I pulled the stockings up and clipped them to my garter belt. I could feel the ring moving against my clitoris as I stood up on my shaky legs. Jessica held my panties for me and told me to step into them. They rubbed against the silk stockings as they were pulled up my legs until she made them fit snuggly over my hips and pubic mound. I was aware of the pressure of the ring against my erect clit as the red satin pressed it up into my vagina.
Before Jessica gave me my dress, she pulled me into her arms and kissed my lips. Her tongue was long and reached part way down my throat. When her lips parted from mine, she said, "Next time you come in, we'll do your nipples." I certainly did not want my nipples pierced. When she indicated that I could leave, I wrapped my red satin dress around my body and walked out to the front of the salon. Angela and *** were just coming out of a back room of the salon. We left the mall.
It was evening and we were hungry. *** drove us to a restaurant and we ate dinner. The trunk of the Acura was full of packages and even the back seat was crowded. I ended up sitting almost on the ring that was through my clitoral hood as *** drove the car. Walking and even sitting down was now a stimulating act. It seemed that no matter what I was doing, the clitoris ring managed to irritate my clit just enough to keep it erect. I could tell that the crotch of my panties was moist. I was embarrassed when I had to stop for a moment as we were being shown to our table in the restaurant until I could control the sensations coming from my clitty. Angela was smiling as I finally sat down in the booth where *** and she were sitting side by side on the opposite side.
I had to keep my legs apart because each time I tried to cross them or rub them together, I almost had an orgasm. I was so distracted by the sensations coming from my excited clitoris, I was barely aware of the food we were having for dinner. *** had ordered wine with our meal and the waiter brought three glasses with no questions asked. Angela had insisted that I drink wine with them. It was as good as the wine that I had last night. Angela and *** made small talk with me while I fought to control the maddening sensations coming from my clit.
Just as we finished eating, *** and Angela smiled as Angela called out, "Dobron! Over here! I turned to see whom she was calling to. A black man about ***'s age was moving toward our table. He wore a nice dark blue silk dress shirt and a pair of dress black light weight wool slacks. He was smiling as he approached our table. For an older black man, I guess he would be considered as very handsome. Angela exclaimed, "Dobron, it is good to see you. You know my husband. This pretty blonde is my stepdaughter, Susie."
I looked up to see his large black hand extended to me. I put my hand in his in his as he smiled and said, "This is my pleasure. You are even more beautiful than Angela described you." I blushed as I tried to move around in the seat until I found a position where the clit ring didn't excite my poor clitty. I had already found that there was no such position. The large black man was smiling, so I returned his friendly smile. Angela asked Dobron to sit down. Since I was on one side of the booth by myself, I had to move over to make room for him.
Dobron turned out to be a very nice man. *** and Angela certainly seemed to like him. I shifted around on the seat a few times as I hunted for a way to decrease the sensations caused by the ring. I realized that Dobron was talking about going to a club to do some dancing and that *** and Angela wanted to go along. Without consulting me, *** and Angela said that we would all go together. *** paid for the meal as Dobron held his hand out and helped me up out of the booth. I had to fight for control of my body as I slid across the bench seat of the booth.
I was so preoccupied with trying not to have an orgasm as we left the crowded restaurant, I did not even realize that Dobron had his arm around my waist as we walked toward our cars. I heard Angela say, "Since the back seat of our car is so full, Susie, why don't you ride with Dobron?" I started to answer but nearly came as I lost my concentration. I was biting my bottom lips so hard, I couldn't protest as the large black man used his arm around my waist to stir me toward a red BMW convertible. He held the door open for me as I sat down in the passenger seat. The act of sitting down, and the ring making contact with the seat cushion, triggered the climax that I had been fighting for the last thirty minutes. I closed my eyes and rolled my head back as I let out a little cry of ecstasy as waves of sensations rippled through my spasming body. I finally opened my eyes to see that the smiling black man was still standing there and holding the car door open. I glanced down to see that my wrap dress had fallen open and that not only was the tops of my stockings on display, but my bare thighs were parted, allowing him a glimpse of the moist crotch of my red satin panties. I quickly pulled my dress together as I turned to face forward in the seat.
I was so embarrassed. And, the crotch of my panties was wet with my juices. "Damn this ring!" I thought to myself as Dobron slid into the driver's seat. My breathing slowed to a more normal level and I shifted in the seat to hook my seatbelt. My movement started another series of tingling sensations in my vagina as I sat back in the seat. Dobron was still smiling at me when I glanced his way. Here I was, in a car with a large black man, a stranger, and I had just had an orgasm in a public parking lot. He started the engine and we pulled out into evening traffic in the red sports car convertible. I looked over my shoulder to see *** and Angela following us in the Acura. The act of turning in my seat started the sensations in my clit all over again.
I tried closing my eyes as I fought to control my runaway nervous system. We went over some rough pavement and I moaned involuntarily as the seat cushion bumped against my excited crotch. I felt something new and opened my eyes to find Dobron's large black hand on my silk covered thigh. I reflexively clamped my thighs together tightly and almost caused another climax. My arm muscles were weak when I tried to push his hand off of my thigh. It ended up that my hand was only resting on his as his hand moved up my thigh and pushed the hem of my dress upward. I felt as if part of my mind was detached from my body as it watched the black hand opening the lower part of my wrap dress to expose my bare thighs and red satin panties. His fingers had a gentle touch as they moved across my smooth bare thigh toward my excited clitoris. When his hand moved from thigh to satin covered hairless mound, I found my thighs involuntarily opening even more.
I glanced at Dobron and saw that he was looking at the road only half the time. I looked up and saw that we were stopped at a traffic light and that a crowded city bus had just pulled along side. I could see the shocked facial expressions of several people as they looked down on us. When I felt Dobron's fingers wiggling my clit ring, the seatbelt fought to keep me in my seat as my body arched up off the seat. I must have squealed as he continued to manipulate the ring, causing my climax to last for the next five or even ten minutes. I don't know how long he rubbed my clitty and ring because I passed out.
When I came to, Angela was holding a cool wet wash cloth to my forehead and sitting next to me as I lay on a sofa in a living room. I didn't recognize the room, so I figured that we were at Dobron's home. My father was sitting in a chair across from the sofa and he was smiling as he pointed a video camcorder at us. I thought that this was a strange time for *** to be making home videos. I felt something moving on my legs and I looked down to find Dobron running the tips of his fingers up and down the calves of my silk covered legs. *** told Angela that she was blocking his shot, so she got up and moved behind the sofa.
I glanced at *** and saw that he was preoccupied with his video camera and must not be aware of the fact that the large black man who was sitting on the other end of the sofa had moved his hands up under the hem of my dress. Dobron was attempting to open my wrap dress when I reached down to stop his hands. As I tried to hold his dark hands in mine, Angela leaned over and untied the sash that held my dress closed. She flipped open my dress, leaving my undies exposed as my father continued to videotape us. I tried to pull my dress back together until Dobron's fingers cupped my satin covered hairless mound and began to massage it. The ring immediately began to send jolts of electric current from my swollen clitoris, to my confused brain.
I looked up into Angela's face as she pulled the low cups of my red satin brassiere below the prominent pink nipples on my breasts. She almost toppled over onto me as she bent over and began to lick and suck on my excited nipples. Dobron grabbed the sides of my panties and pulled them down and off. Before I could stop him, he had placed his mouth over my hairless vagina and was licking the ring that rubbed against my clit. With my stepmother working on my swollen nipples and Dobron's tongue in my slit, I reached another orgasm that caused my entire body to bow upward. I bucked and thrashed about as I came over and over again. They continued the two-prong attack until I had lost consciousness again.
I came to as I felt what I thought was a telephone pole being forced up into my seriously stretched vagina. Dobron had removed all his clothing and was above me as he drove his hips down toward mine. I realized that I was no longer a virgin as he shoved even more of his black cock into my abused tummy. I could see Angela's grinning face as I looked up. Her clothes were off and she was playing with her own nipples as she watched Dobron taking her stepdaughter for the first time. I was to embarrassed to look at my father. I thought that he would hate me for being so brazen and letting an older black man have sex with me.
Just as I thought I would die of shame. Dobron's huge organ pushes the last of my internal organs aside as it bottoms out in my no longer virginal belly. His course pubic hair bumps my clitoris ring and I get a jolt that makes me cry out in excitement. He grinds his pubic bone against mine and I have another orgasm. He begins to slowly pull out until he felt as if he was going to fall out, only to drive his long thick black cock back into my stretched vagina. A few strokes later, I am having my second climax with a penis inside me. It is a black penis, too.
I find that my arms and legs have automatically wrapped themselves around the muscular black male body that has taken my cherry. His lips found mine and I returned his kisses. His tongue was almost as long as Robin's as it reached the back of my throat. Fingers, I don't know who's, were pinching my pink nipples as I lay on the sofa with a black cock working in and out of my tummy. I started to have one long continuous orgasm again as Dobron's hips began a pile driving type of action. I actually felt his cock expand even more as the hot cum spurted out and coated the insides of my reproductive organs. I must have passed out again.
When I awoke, I felt the most delicious sensations in my vagina. I saw that Dobron, although still naked and with a soft but massive coal black penis swinging between his legs, was now operating the camcorder. Angela was still leaning over the back of the sofa as she watched the action. I heard her say, "Make sure you get all of Dobron's cum out of her little twat unless you want your little ******** to get knocked up by a black man." In shock, I looked down to see my own father burying half his face in my hairless vagina. "That's it! Do a good job or else her belly will swell up with a black baby!" I believe ***'s tongue reached every drop of semen that was inside my belly. His nose rubbing against my clit and that damn ring made me cum twice as he cleaned out my freshly screwed pussy. I felt so guilty and was so embarrassed for my father. Even after what I had done with Dobron, my father still loved me enough to do this just so I wouldn't get pregnant with a black man's baby.
When *** had finished, Angela swung herself over the back of the sofa and settled on my upturned face. Her vagina was flooded with her juices as she told me how to pleasure her with my tongue. After what had already happened today, I meekly followed instructions. I heard her squeal before she finally moved off of my face and lay on the carpeted floor with a satisfied smile on her pretty face.
*** had been videotaping Angela and me as she had sat on my face and I licked her wet red haired pussy. I saw that Dobron was hanging up the telephone and moving to where I was lying on the sofa. He looked at *** and my stepmother and said, "I called the gang. They'll be here in about twenty minutes. I think I'd better sample some of her tight pussy before Big Joe and Leroy get hold of little Susie Q. The rest of the guys will be here, too. Your ******** will be a first class slut for black cock by the end of this weekend." His words were very true. A total of seven black men were involved in my training over the next twenty-four hours. They turned me on, they turned me upside down, they turned me inside out, but, most of all, they turned me on! Since I was not on birth control pills and they didn't use condoms, poor daddy tried his best to keep me from becoming pregnant by licking out their black baby making sperm each time there was a pause in the action. Angela must not have been on birth control pills, either, because *** had to do the same for her as the black men took turns on her, too.
Sunday evening, when I arrived back home, mother asked me how my weekend had been. I had to walk slowly as I crossed the living room and gently sat on the sofa. The hugely endowed black men had stretched my cunt almost to the tearing point. Even my previously virginal anus felt as if it had been stretched so much that mother would be able to park her car in my intestines. My nipples and clitoris had been sucked on so much that they were very tender and were nearly double their original size. The clit ring still drove me to orgasm at the most embarrassing times. I was very careful when I sat down. A spontaneous orgasm would have been difficult to explain to mother. I answered, "I had fun."
Mom looked thoughtfully at me for a moment. "Susie, " she said, "I have a confession to make." I looked to see her happy facial expression. "I have had a boyfriend since just about the time your father and I broke up. You are an adult now. I don't want to keep any secrets from you anymore. I want you to meet the man that I married last weekend. He has been out of town this last week, but he just got back an hour ago and I want you to meet him." Mother got up and went to the kitchen door. "Honey, you can come in now and let Susie meet her stepfather." The kitchen door opened and Dobron entered the living room. My mouth must have hung open in shock.
He put an arm around mom and said, "Hello, Susie Q. Your mother has told me so much about you that I feel that we should already know each other. It is so good to finally meet you." He wrapped his black arms around my blonde mother, gave her a passionate kiss on the lips and hugged her beautiful body to his muscular frame. I wondered why he was pretending that he did not already know me, and what his plans were. Dobron gave me a big smile and winked at me.
