It was nearly 5 months after my relationship with Gerry had gone wrong (see my previous story) and in all that time I had turned down every romantic approach by any guy. I just couldn’t take any more hurt. I had put on a bit of puppy fat as I slobbed at home every night and my mum’s best friend had said that I could go to her gym with her to get me out of the house. Obviously no body knew why I had stopped going out or meeting friends recently and I think they just kinda thought i was becoming a moody teen.

Mum’s friend, Sally was just one day younger than my mum and at 35 she looked fantastic and could easily pass for someone 10 years younger. She was an inch taller than me at 5ft 2, was very slim with a tiny bum and her boobs were a little bigger than mine, probably a B cup. Her hair was naturally wavy but she always used straighteners and her shiny black, shoulder length smooth hair always looked awesome. She was, and still is a very sexy looking woman. Her and my Mum had been friends since school and as kids we always called her Auntie Sally but now we were older she said she would beat the crap out of us if we carried on with that name in public. She said it made her feel old. I had always got on well with her and this was probably because she kinda reminded me of myself. She was only an inch taller than me and she was tiny built like me with small boobs and bum and because she was single she had about 6 holidays a year so always had a killer tan. Whenever we were out together or when I started going to the gym with her, I felt more grown up and I never thought of her as sumone over 20 years older than me. We were becoming best mates and after just a few weeks of going to the gym, I was feeling genuinely happy for the first time in months.

We went to the Gym twice a week. Sally was so fit she made me look like a slob and we would vary what stuff we did there. Some days we would play badmington and other times we would work the weights of go swimming or sometimes (if she was being cruel), we played squash. Damn I hate squash! If it doesn’t kill me by tiring me out then I come out bruised cos I aint fast enough to miss the speeding bullets that Sally fired at me! After a few weeks I lost the fat I had built up and I started to get some revenge on Sally. Not a lot, just some!

At the end of our sessions we would go to the showers and they had some private cubicles so I had my privacy and I always took my clothes in with me. Sally would use the bigger group showers and would sumtimes tease me for going into the private ones with comments like, ‘Ooh are we hiding a willy in your knickers Rach? Are you really a boy?’. I would throw a towel at her for being cheeky and we laughed about it. Once or twice I would catch little glimpses of Sally as she dropped her towel with her back to me when she was getting dressed. Most women got dressed in the communal areas and there were some pretty gross sights but Sally had an awesome body from the bits I saw. The first thing I noticed was that she had zero white bits so she obviously sunbathed nude or used tan cabins. The second thing was her bum. It was tiny, tight and perfect. At this point I will say to new readers of my stories, I had thought a little about the idea of being with another woman but only in passing. I had never really put a lot of thought to it. Even looking at Sally’s bum here, it was admiring a sexy bum just as a sexy bum, not with any animal instincts of raping her! However, something happened which begun the change in all that. A simple conversation got my hormone frenzied young mind thinking all sorts of bizarre things.

It started as an innocent question by me. I just asked Sally why she didn’t hav a boy friend. She answered, as cool as a cucumber, ‘Because I’m a lesbian Rach’

My mouth flapped like a fish for a good 10 or 15 seconds and even though I am quite intelligent and a good talker, the only thing that my brain could make my lips say was, ‘Oh!’

Sally laughed out loud. We were sat in the Gym café at the time and I was totally flustered. I don’t know why I should be that way, I spose it was just the surprise of someone I have known for so long having a secret like that. Well, the way she told me so casually, it wasn’t like it was some thing she WANTED to keep as a secret.

Sally asked me in a very concerned voice if I was OK with it and I finally found my voice but still when I look back, I could have been a bit more intelligent with my answer. I said, ‘Yeah, its cool, I just never guessed you were, err, well you know, I never knew u liked to, errrr, I never realized you wanted…. Oh crap, I’m cool with it Sally!’

Sally laughed again and hugged me and kissed my head. Only thing was, this time I got a tingle down my spine as she touched me. I didn’t let it dwell on my mind but when I went to bed that night I started to think about some of the friends that Sally had come to our house with over the years and how they must have been girlfriends and not just friends and when I closed my eyes, I started to think of her with them in bed. My mind played over and over the sight of her smooth tight bum at the gym and before 2 long I found I was rubbing myself at the thought and tasting my own juices from my fingers. I only brought myself back to reality when I moaned as my tongue tasted my pussy juices.

What the hell was I thinking? I hadn’t had these thoughts since I first really tasted myself when I was with Gerry. I dismissed it as just being over horny from missing Gerry still and I went off to sleep.

The next time I went to the gym, I knew my thoughts about Sally had changed. Every time I looked at her I couldn’t help thinking about her with friends over the years and what they had got up to in the bedroom. I even started to watch lesbian porn at home and looked for pictures and movies with small dark haired women that looked like Sally. It got even worse after 2 or 3 weeks when I realized that I had stopped picturing her with her friends. I had started to picture her with me!

Every time she touched me I felt tingles through my body and I felt my heart flutter when ever she walked into the room. At night I stopped kidding myself and I imagined her kissing me and stroking me and as I rubbed myself to orgasm, it was her hands or her tongue making me cum. I knew I was heading for disaster and I knew this would only end in tears. My tears.

It took me weeks of thinking about it, and building up the courage but I had to see her properly naked. The only way I could do this was to stop using the private showers at the gym. Every time I headed towards the communal ones, my bottle went and I stomped sulking to the others, but one day I didn’t have the choice. As I went round the corner to where they were, a sign hung across the passageway. The sign read, ‘Out Of Order’

My heart was beating at a million miles per hour and I truly felt sick with nerves and excitement as I walked into the showers where Sally was already soaping up with her back to me. We had just come from the pool so I was wearing my two piece swim suit. Feeling very shy about stripping, I quickly removed the swim suit and took the shower next to Sally.

Sally was clearly shocked as she saw me next to her and I quickly explained, almost apologizing, that ‘my’ shower was broken. Sally giggled and said, ‘Its OK you’re allowed in here too’

That humour relaxed me and I started to soap myself up. Even now though, as my hands brushed my nipples I imagined Sally washing me and I kept glancing across as she washed her beautiful body. Her boobs looked beautiful, slightly bigger than mine, with small dark nipples. I tried to keep my glances brief and natural and as the soap was washing down her body, it revealed a shaven pussy with very small protruding lips and after seeing all the porn on my computer, I wanted to get on my knees and lick her right there and then.

As I washed my hair, I thought that would be a good time to grab a sneaky peek at her delicious body again, and as I looked through squinted eyes, I got the surprise of my life. Sally obviously thought my eyes were tightly closed because of the soap and she had moved round and was looking at my body, licking her lips and she even moved her head down to take a closer look at my pussy! I felt myself get hot down there in a flash. Did Sally, the object of my dreams for the last month or so, want me? How the hell did I move forward from here? I was confused, lusting and not worldly wise enough to deal with this. But little did I know, someone else was also wondering how we could move forward as well.

As I finished rinsing my hair, Sally had her back to me again and I openly watched the water flowing down her lovely tanned skin. It was driving me mad with lust and I knew I would be wet ‘down there’ even after I had dried myself off after my shower. We both shut off the water and made our way back to the changing rooms.

Every time we had been there before, Sally had always turned her back to me as she got dressed, but this time she made no attempt to hide herself as we chatted. I think this got me into trouble as I couldn’t help myself. I kept looking at her perfect boobs and smooth pussy, but all the time trying to keep myself covered. (Damn my shyness). At one point I am sure Sally saw me staring at her pussy and I saw a little smile on her face and more than ever before, Sally made a point of touching my arm as we spoke and when I turned my back to her as I dropped my towel, her bum ‘accidentally’ rubbed against mine and I swear, just that little touch nearly gave me a climax. My head was spinning with all sorts of thoughts and hopes, I honestly think I was close to fainting because of it all.

When we finally got dressed, I told Sally that I would meet her in the café as I needed to pee and I sped off to the toilets. As I sat on the seat and put my hand to my pussy, I felt it to be soaking wet. My clit was harder than I ever remember it being before and it was almost too sensitive to touch and I moaned loudly as I began to rub. I put my free hand over my mouth as I heard someone else coming into the toilets but I simply couldn’t stop, I so needed to cum. Less than 30 seconds later I felt my whole body begin to shake and I don’t think my hand managed to muffle all of my groans.

After a few minutes, my shaking died down enough for me to clean myself up and I redressed, flushed and walked out of the cubicle, just as the other person in the toilets did the same. I felt myself blush immediately as I saw Sally walking out of the next cubicle. I KNOW she knew exactly what I was doing but she tried to save my blushes by asking very motherly if I was ok. I gave some fluff about being constipated, hence the groaning and she pretended that she believed me. I have never been so shamed. I walked out ahead of her and sat in the café, still blushing.

When Sally arrived, she did her best to change the subject and relaxed me quite a lot talking about all sorts of rubbish. When I felt a bit more relaxed, she got onto the topic of boys and asked if I had my eyes on anyone rite now. I blushed again but I twisted it round and asked if she had her eyes on any girls right now! It was her turn to blush and get flustered so I began to tease her and take the mickey out of her going red!

‘Come on tell me’ I said laughing

‘I can’t’ she squealed back at me

‘Well how can u ask me and expect an answer, but then don’t tell me anything? At least tell me about her’ I begged

Sally put her hands in the air and said, ‘OK OK she is a lovely sweet girl, a bit younger than me but really smart, really pretty, but I don’t think she would be interested in me’

I suddenly felt a bit sad for her, ‘Why do you think that?’

(just for the record, I DID kinda think she was talking about me but I was also scared in case I had read too much into it)

Sally looked a little sad as she replied, ‘Because I don’t think she is gay or bi and I would hate to lose her as a friend’ As she finished her sentence, she was looking deep into my eyes and I was sure I saw a bit of a tear forming there.

I put my hand on her arm and trying to sound as grown up as possible I said, ‘Well wasn’t it you who told me that there are times when you have to go with your heart not your head?’

Not another word was said on it, the subject was changed and as we left the gym I have never been so messed up, or understood less about what the hell had just happened. As Sally dropped me off at home, she pecked me on the cheek as usual and I wandered into my house. Later that night I signed into msn, hoping to catch Julie, my friend from school to take my mind off things. Julie wasn’t online, but no sooner than I had signed in, I message window popped up onto the screen. It was Sally.

Sally: Hey you!

Rachael: Hiya

Sally: Whatcha up 2?

Rachael: Nowt just bored and I guess I’m thinking about what we were talking about before. It’s a little sad that you feel you cant ask that girl out. (I was fishing for clues)

Sally: I didn’t say I can’t, I said I am scared to.

Rachael: Well is she a good friend?

Sally: Yes

Rachael: Does she know you are bi?

Sally: Yes

Rachael: So a good friend should take it as a compliment shouldn’t they?

Sally: Ha ha I wish it was that easy

Rachael: But why is it hard. I would take it as a compliment! (I was really fishing now – and feeling sick after I pressed send)

Sally didn’t respond for what seemed like forever

Sally: Really? Even if you weren’t gay or bi? (If I was right, this was Sally fishing back at me)

Rachael: Well maybe some people keep it a secret better LOL

Sally: Maybe they do LOL. Listen babe I got to run now, I will call you tomorrow. Hugs x x x x x

Rachael: Gnite Sally, hugs back at ya x x x

Sally: And thanks for the advice LOL, my new love life councilor LOL

Rachael: Gnite n yr welcome x x x

I was suddenly gutted that she had gone. Maybe I did get it wrong. If I was wrong, I really wanted to know which lucky cow it was that Sally fancied. Just as I was about to sign off, a message box popped up again. It was Sally

Sally: Just a thought, what you doing tomorrow?

Rachael: Nowt why?

Sally: Well I have those gift vouchers to spend and I wondered if you fancied coming shopping with me

Rachael: You need fashion advice 2?

Sally: Yeah I guess I’m useless LOL

Rachael: Well if you are buying lunch?

Sally: It’s a deal

Rachael: (I decided on one more fishing trip) A deal or a date? LOL

Sally: Both for you gorgeous LOL

Rachael: (I hate LOL on msn cos you cant tell if they are joking or not) Well you know me, I will go anywhere for free food. Do I get to try stuff on 2?

Sally: If you are nice I might even buy you sumthing!

Rachael: See you tomorrow then YAY!!! X x x x

Sally: byeeeeeeeeeeeee x x x x

Well I was either being taken on a date or going to help the gorgeous Sally buy clothes to impress a new girlfriend. I had a very restless night.

In the morning I had half of my wardrobe out trying to find something nice to wear. It was a warm spring day and I eventually went for a new, very short, Prada (posh bitch) denim skirt with a white t-shirt (no bra) and a cropped denim jacket (so mum wouldn’t notice I was not wearing a bra). I did my make up the best I possibly could and my hair was quite short at the time so I spiked it a little with Gel. I looked in the mirror and was happy that I was looking as sexy as I possibly could. My small nipples were clearly excited about the day with Sally and were poking as hard as they could, trying to escape from the T shirt. I prayed that it was me that Sally had the hots for or else I was going to look like a very cheap tart to her.

I was sat outside as Sally arrived in her little sports car and as I bounced over to her, her eyes opened wide and she said, ‘Wow, you look great Rach!’

I smiled and probably blushed a bit as I looked into the car to see her wearing a white summery dress, clearly not wearing a bra either as I could see a slight dark area as her breasts pushed against the thin material.

‘You look pretty hot yourself Sal!’ I replied as I jumped into the passenger seat. I leaned over to kiss her cheek as usual but at the last second, Sally turned her head and my kiss landed on her lips. It was only a quick kiss but her lips felt soft against mine and as I pulled back, we both seemed to have a guilty little smile on our faces. We said nothing and set off to the shopping centre.

It was a Saturday and the Trafford Centre was really busy. We wandered around looking in windows for a while and then we found a really nice boutique which sold fancy underwear and Sally dragged me inside. She picked out six pieces to take into the dressing room and like a kid she dragged me inside with her. As soon as she had drawn the curtain, she lifted the sundress over her head and stood in front of me in just a pair of white lacy panties. I was inches away from her beautiful body and I could immediately feel my pussy getting warm.. it was so hard to keep a calm voice as I watched my beautiful older friend trying on clothes when all I wanted to do was reach out and touch her. I even asked her if she was going to wear one of these outfits for her new lady friend. She only giggled and ignored the question so I didn’t push it.

After she had tried them all on, she asked which I thought was the best and I said the sexiest one was the black teddy and the prettiest was a more delicate white one. She said she would buy those two. Then she asked if I had any fancy lingerie and I told her I didn’t. She then dragged me back to the racks and grabbed another half a dozen outfits which I knew were too small for her boob size. We went back to the changing room and as the curtain drew closed, Sally just stood watching me. She obviously saw the questioning look on my face and then told me that these outfits were for me to try. I tried to protest but she insisted so I stripped down to my white panties, praying there wasn’t a damp spot (there wasn’t) and then Sally helped me into the assorted underwear items. I was a bit shocked (and a lot turned on) as a few times, Sally adjusted my small boobs in the bra pieces to make me look the best in the underwear. Eventually, I had on a sexy black one identical to the one she had tried on and as I stood back and Sally just said, ‘You look amazing in that one’ As I looked in the mirror I had to agree and I barely noticed as Sally moved behind me and put her arms around my front onto my belly. I opened my eyes as she pulled me closer to her. We were looking at each other in the mirror and both had a half smile. I turned to face her. I asked her the one question I had wanted to ask all morning.

‘Am I the girl?’

Sally kissed me on the lips. Slightly longer than when I got into her car, but still merely a peck and then, looking deep into my soul she said, ‘Of course it’s you’, then we kissed properly.

As Sally pressed her lips properly against mine, the softness and the tenderness made me melt into her arms. My only other passionate kissing was with Gerry which was unbelievable but in a tough and firm way. Sally’s lips were so soft and then her tiny tongue flickered around my lips and teeth and tongue and I felt instantly high. In addition, her hands were caressing my back through the material of the black teddy and then they moved down to my bottom. Her touch was so light I could feel the goosebumps all over my body as if my skin was all calling to her to be touched in the same way. I became lost in my emotions and completely forgot we were in a High Street shop changing room and it was probably not the best place to be this emotionally charged. Sally brought me to my senses as she whispered that we should probably make our way back home. My breathing was heavy and my head was dizzy and when Sally asked if I was OK and if I needed help to get dressed, I just nodded.

I felt Sally undo the clips holding the teddy in place and I felt the lacy cotton fall away from my body. I then moaned loudly as I felt her hot lips around my nipple and then struggled to stay quiet as i felt her breath moving lower down my belly and then as i felt her pull at the front of my panties I completely lost the ability to make any noise at all. My whole body was shaking as I felt her tongue make one sweep up my pussy and then my panties snapped back. She then quickly helped me dress but I was still in a daze right up to the point that we reached the car. After Sally threw the bags in the boot, she jumped in the car next to me, held my face in her hands and kissed me deeply again. As she pulled away she said, ‘Rachael, my dear sweet Rachael, i have wanted this for so long, you just wouldn’t believe it’. She then fired up the engine and set off for her house. From her first kiss to arriving at her door, I realised I didn’t say a single word. It was only later when I asked her how she knew I was OK with it, she told me that I had a smile on my face which looked like it had been super glued in place!

As we walked into the house and closed the door behind us, I turned to face Sally and looked into her beautiful dark eyes and said, ‘I am so happy it was me! I mean, I have never done anything like this before with a girl but you make me feel so …. I don’t know, just that you make me feel so ….. wanted?’

Sally smiled, ‘I want you more than you can ever imagine, come with me’. With that she led me to her bathroom and delicately undressed me and herself and turned on the water in her large shower. She pulled me under the water and we kissed with the water splattering our faces like warm rain. My hands immediately explored her silky smooth back and I eagerly moved them down to her firm tiny bum. As my hands roamed, Sally cooed her pleasure and I then slowly brought my right hand up her side and slowly round to her perfect breasts. As my and touched her erect nipple for the first time, indeed as I touched the first breast other than my own for the first time, I knew that this was where I was meant to be. I never wanted to let go of this woman and her kisses on my neck were driving me wild. I pulled Sally’s face to my own and I pushed her back against the tiled wall and kissed her passionately as I stroked her boobs and her belly, slowly working my hand to her shaven slit.

I was new to making love to a woman but I had touched my own pussy enough times to be confident of finding all the right buttons. Because of our passionate kissing I decided to attack rather than tickle her pussy and the gasps from Sally said I was doing ok. I kept her pinned to the wall and at no point did she seem to want to push me away, instead I felt her caressing my nipples delicately, teasing them till they were rock hard and super sensitive under her touch. We were both so highly charged, I guessed that it would not take long for my assault on her clit to bring her to orgasm and I was right. I felt her lips begin to tremble as I kissed her and then I felt her legs begin to shake and then she wrapped her arms around me and I felt her whole weight on my shoulders as her legs gave way and her moans became cries of pleasure. I slowed my rubbing to a caress, keeping her orgasm flowing for as long as I could and I held her tightly until she got back the ability to stand up. She looked me deep in the eyes and smiling she asked, ‘Are you sure you haven’t done this before?’

‘Only to myself!’ I replied and continued to kiss my sexy friend.

After only a few more kisses, Sally spun me around so I was now with my back to the tiles, and with an evil grin she told me it was my turn to suffer! I remember thinking that if this was suffering, I was prepared to give it a go for a century or two!

She pinned my arms to the wall as her eager kisses hit my lips, my neck and my shoulders. She then moved lower, switching between nibbles and kisses as she hit my small but excited boobs. She then moved lower and the anticipation of what was coming made me start leaking hot juices from my pussy, but not many of them escaped as I felt Sally plunge deep into my hole with her tongue and then her tongue became like a frenzied snake attacking my insides. Her tongue was soon joined by several probing fingers and then i felt another finger pushing at my bum hole. I had to reach for the shower rail to keep me from falling over and with my other hand I grabbed a handful of Sally’s hair to stop any chance of her escaping from the pleasure she was giving me right now. Gerry had given me some incredible oral sex in our time together, but Sally felt like she was in my mind as well as my wet pussy and I almost felt like me feet were not even on the ground. From her first touch, an orgasm was never going to be very far away and with her fingers deep into both of my holes and her tongue trying to break a world record for flicking my button, an explosive climax soon hit me like a car hits a fly and my grip on the rail failed and we ended up in a pile in the bath. Sally’s tongue and fingers never left my body and my screams of pleasure and my begging to stop as I couldn’t take any more were ignored as my body twisted and flexed in agonising pleasure. When she eventually stopped, I quite simply could not move. Sally merely took the shower Gel and slowly washed and caressed my pleasure soaked body. A full five minutes passed before I sat up, still shaking and twitching from my orgasm.

‘Shall we go to my room?’ Sally asked softly

Again my ability to speak had been removed from me by this raven headed goddess so I merely nodded. She wrapped me up in a big fluffy towel and led me towards one of the most satisfying and rewarding parts of my life.

As I entered Sally’s room I was still floating on a cloud of pleasure. She guided me to the cushion filled bed and then stood behind me and whispered, ’Do you trust me?’

I felt a little nervous at this question, but the fact was that I adored Sally so I just nodded. With that, she grabbed a towel from the bedside table and lay it on the bed. She then told me to lay on the bed with my bum on the towel and to close my eyes. I did as she asked and I heard her pad out of the room and then came back a few minutes later. I started to lift my head and she told me quickly not to look. She then opened a drawer close to my head saying, ‘I guess you are 2 nosey and we will have 2 help you 2 keep your eyes closed!’

With that she lifted my head slightly and put a soft blindfold on me. I started to giggle as this started to feel a little kinky all of a sudden and as I had already discovered, kinky meant fun and new experiences. I was not going to be disappointed this time either. Almost immediately, I felt Sally’s fingers stroking and caressing my soft pubic hair and then slowly rubbing my pussy lips and then I heard a buzzing like my own dildo. Without thinking I opened my legs a little which caused a lot of laughter from Sally who slapped my bum, calling me a ‘little tart’. I soon discovered why. I felt the buzzing against my pubic area and then heard the more distinctive noise of, not a vibrator, but a set of hair clippers! Sally was shaving my pussy!

‘Oh my god, you are shaving me!’ was all I could say and as we both realised I had just stated the obvious we both fell about laughing and Sally had to stop shaving until we had both calmed down a bit. All the time she was ‘buzzing’ me I was giggling as it was tickling me and as she turned off the machine, I discovered the reason for the towel. She pushed my legs apart a little more and then she squirted on some shave foam and gently caressed it into the skin. The giggles stopped quickly then because her touch was magical and she seemed to set every nerve on fire as she massaged the foam into my now stubbly hair.

Even as she drew the razor across my skin, she kept a thumb against my hard clit, stroking and teasing. After each stroke of the razor, I felt a finger follow behind, checking for missed hairs, stroking, loving and teasing. I never wanted this to end as these feelings were all new to me. Ever since i was sexually aware, I had hair down there, so to suddenly feel all smooth was deliciously awesome and from the noises I was making, Sally seemed determined to make sure this was an extra special experience for me. As the shaving was coming to an end, Sally was using moisturising cloths to clean off the last bits of soap (good tip that for guys or girls) and she could obviously hear that she had got me quite close to orgasm already so she turned the clippers back on, resting the buzzing machine against my clit as she buried two fingers deep into my pussy, curling them forward to hit my G spot. My body lifted up automatically as she took me to an almost instant high and I yelped with the incredible mix of tingles and sparks and it was only seconds before I hit the orgasm she had worked so hard on building for me. My giggles returned. They were ones of joy, pleasure and sexual fulfilment and they would be the nature of my giggles for all the time I spent with Sally.

As my orgasm subsided, I felt Sally’s kisses on my chest and neck, slowly working their way up to my lips. I kissed her greedily and threw my arms around her neck. As we kissed, Sally took my hand and placed it on my own pussy and told me to feel for myself. It felt marvellous and snooth and I automatically started to rub my pussy as Sally started to caress my boobs and pinch at my nipples. I started to move my hand away and she told me off and said, ‘keep going, that is so hot!’ so I did. Sally then moved away from my and took my free hand and put it to my own boobs. I got the message and I started to squeeze and pull on my tits as I do when I am alone. My hand on my pussy was getting faster and with the blindfold my mind was creating all sorts of wild fantasy images which make the best masturbating experiences. I felt an orgasm rising and I only half heard noises beside me as I was so into pleasuring myself for Sally’s eyes and my moans were obviously telling her that I was close to coming and she told me to stop. My noises of despair were met with a little laughter but also with kind words telling me that I would be thankful. I was very confused but I felt her climb onto the bed between my legs, my pussy throbbing for attention and then, all of a sudden, I felt a large cock plunge deep inside my hole!

I gasped in shock and fear, who the hell was in with us? The cock had pounded me deep three times before I managed to rip the mask off my eyes. I expected to see a large guy on top of me, but no. It was Sally and as I looked down, she had this very strange looking harness thing on with, what turned out to be, an 8 inch lifelike dick attached to it. My new girlfriend was fucking me like a guy and as the shock disappeared, I realised it was pretty damn good. I pulled her to me, pinching hard on her nipples as she kissed me and her thrusting got faster. After a few minutes of quite violent thrusts, the orgasm I had started on myself, came out in full and my only disappointment was that I wasn’t going to get a pussy full of man cum at the end of it. (I knew it wasn’t a good idea to say that to Sally so I didn’t)

As Sally pulled the big dick from me, I decided to show off a little. I lay her on her back and started to lick my juices off the rubber cock. It was quite amazing as to how real it felt, not at all like the hard plastic of my toys at home. I started to suck on the fake dick and then I opened my throat and forced it right down until my nose touched Sally’s belly. I held it for a second and lifted back off and she clapped me saying she was well impressed. I explained how I had practiced on my toys so I could impress Gerry and I had discovered that I didn’t seem to have a gag reflex (I think that’s the right name for it) and I found it quite easy.

As I recovered from my orgasms, Sally asked me what I thought of my new smooth look and I stood in front of her bedroom mirror and smiled. She asked me again what I thought and I walked back to the bed, kissed her and said, ‘I think it looks great but it’s more important to me that you like it and continue to look after it like you have done so far today!’

Sally hugged me back and said, ‘For as long as you let me Rach! I’ve wanted you for a long long time and I don’t plan on letting you go’

‘Well I aint going anywhere’ I held her tight, knowing I wanted her more than anything, but also realising I had done very little for her yet despite how much I wanted to. I decided it was her turn to be pleasured with my mouth. I had never done this before but I knew my eagerness would make up for my inexperience. I slowly unbuckled the strap on cock and threw it to the floor. All the time, Sally said nothing. I straddled her sexy body and began my kisses from the tip of her nose, across her lips, down her neck, down her perfect tits, and as I was moving down her belly, she gasped, ‘Oh my God, you are about to make every dream I’ve ever had come true’

I just smiled and moved to her perfect, moist slit.

I felt Sally tense up as my kisses moved lower. This was my first time licking a pussy. It was the first time licking the pussy I had been dreaming about at the gym. I was determined to make her pleasure perfect. I wanted to savour every sweet second.

My kisses moved down the smooth tanned skin beside her small pussy lips. Between each kiss I gave a little twirl of my tongue on her flesh. Each time my tongue moving closer to the most sensitive part of her body, her gasps and her trembling increased until she yelled at me, ‘Lick me, for God’s sake Rachael, please lick me, I cant take this any more’

I chuckled to myself as I flicked my tongue from left to right across her swollen lips. Each contact causing a jump from her body and then suddenly, I plunged my tongue deep into her hole and my open mouth covered the top of her lips and clit. She groaned with pleasure as i licked hard then soft and then added two fingers to her hole to add to the pleasure.

Her taste was amazing, very similar to my own which is almost sweet in flavour. I could drink from her forever and my first pussy licking seemed to be going down well as Sally grabbed handfuls of my hair, holding my head in place on her rock hard clit. I began to nibble it as well and that caused a scream from my victim. At first I thought I had hurt her until she demanded I do that again. I did. Many times!

I could feel my face was wet from Sally’s juices and I was in a pleasure world of my own. I was satisfying this gorgeous woman and she wanted me. I felt like I belonged here, I never wanted this day to end and I must have been daydreaming a little because I nearly fell off the bed as Sally began to buck like a scared horse as quite a violent orgasm ripped through her slim little body and I pushed my face deeper into her, my tongue as deep as I could reach, lapping up the large amount of juices I was causing to flow from her honey pot. I kept licking until she begged me to stop as she couldn’t take any more for now.

Sally lay there panting and I crawled up the bed and kissed her. She had a contented smile across her face and her eyes were closed. I gently stroked the hair out of her face and then slowly traced my fingers over the near perfect skin of her shoulders and then ran them down to her bullet like nipples. Her body was perfect to me and it was hard not to touch.

As I looked to the side of the bed, I saw the discarded strap-on cock and I hopped off the bed and picked it up. I stepped into the leg holes and pulled it up and fastened the belt. As I looked in the mirror it looked kinda freaky. Here was me, a small, young girl with milky white skin, small but nice boobs, nipples hard with the excitement of the day and a fat 7 inch lifelike cock sticking out in front. I just stared at the vision in the mirror and automatically took the dick in my hand and started to stroke it. It felt so natural to do and I jumped as Sally came behind me and kissed my neck. Her hand came around and started to caress my breasts and her other hand had a bottle of lotion which she squirted onto my new penis. Suddenly my stroking became much smoother and really felt like a proper cock. I could feel my own pussy getting wet with excitement and as soon as she had arrived, Sally moved away from me. I turned to see her bent over her dressing table, her eyes fixed on mine in the mirror and a cute little smile on her face. I walked slowly over to her and stroked her tiny, sexy bum, all the time stroking my cock. As I got closer I teased both of her holes with it, finally resting it against her pussy. Sally closed her eyes and I watched intently as her lips stretched to take the width of my tool as I slid it fully into her with one slow movement. She cooed as it reached full depth and immediately I started to pump in and out of her. This felt so odd but so damned sexy. I was fucking a girl. I was a girl, fucking another girl with my big cock.

After the first few thrusts I realised that there a part of this strap on that was stimulating my own clit as I banged into Sally. I was getting wetter with each stroke and knew I was going to hit my climax very quickly and my moans were matching Sally’s as the dressing table shook with each lunge forward. Sally had her hand rubbing furiously on her own clit and we truly came together. I slumped over Sally as we both panted like dogs with our orgasms and I slowly removed my cock from her pussy with a very wet ‘plop’. We helped each other over to the bed, I removed my maleness, and we climbed under the sheets together. We drifted off into a very contented, very relaxed sleep.

When we awoke, we kissed for a while and then went downstairs for some food. We sat on the settee and talked for the next few hours about pretty much everything. I asked her if my mum knew she was gay. Sally said that my mum knew, but also made it very clear that she had never experimented with my mum. Sally also pointed out that she wasn’t completely gay and that every now and again she visited her ‘fuck buddy’ for a great time (more on that later) and since she had her heart broken about 10 years ago, she has been reluctant to have a proper relationship. She obviously saw my face drop when she said that and she pulled my face close to hers, kissed me and said, ‘Rachael, I have wanted you for a long time and I am saying to you now, I want YOU to be my girlfriend. As long as you want me!’

‘I want you so bad Sally, it hurts’ was all I could say before we hugged so hard i couldn’t breathe. We were silent for a long time after that, just holding each other, both knowing that my age was going to cause us all sorts of problems with my Mum in particular. We did discuss that a lot that day, working out how we could make it work and we both truly wanted that to be the case.

We also talked about Sally’s insatiable appetite for sex and her needs for new and exciting times but with the emphasis on loyalty. The ideas that she told me about, and the stories of her past got me so horny, I demanded she lick me out again before we could finish the conversation. She told me of 3, 4 or more girls at once in one bed, lesbian parties, bi sexual orgies and so many other stories. I said I was nervous about doing that kind of stuff but if she was with me I would love to maybe try it one day.

I didn’t realise that ‘one day’ was a lot closer than I had planned, and the ‘other girl’ would be my very best friend from school. Not only my very best friend, but my very straight, very best friend.

The first six weeks of my relationship with Sally were like Heaven and Hell. When I was with her, she made me feel so loved and special but when we were apart, I felt like my heart was breaking and I was always trying to find any excuse to go round to her house. My mum started to get concerned that I might be getting on Sally’s nerves by being around all the time but Sally told her that she loved having me there like a little sister and I was welcome 24/7.

Our love making just got better every time we did it and after about 2 weeks we declared to each other that we were in love. I know I said I had loved Gerry, and I truly did, but this was something even bigger and whenever I looked into Sally’s eyes, my stomach fluttered and I just wanted to grab her and not let go. The odd thing though, was that we had started to talk a lot about orgies and group sex and I didn’t feel any jealousy at the idea. The only thing that was stopping me was nerves and a bit of a lack of self confidence. I know that’s a bit immature but it was hardly surprising.

Another problem we had was whenever we were together at my house. I had to sit on the opposite side of the room and deliberately not look at Sally. There was one time when we were sat next to each other and neither of us noticed we were sat holding hands and when I got up to go to the bathroom, and I leaned in and pecked her on the lips! We checked round the room quickly but everyone was glued to the Harry Potter film on the TV, thank God!

We knew this would be put to the test again when there was a party at our house for Halloween. Me and Sally had got ready at her house and because we are almost identical build, we both came as slutty devil twins. Our make up was pretty awesome and because we were whited up, we did look very much alike. My mum told me and Sally off cos we were showing quite a lot of boob and bum cheeks but eventually she calmed down and said our outfits were good. All the guys at the party seemed to like our outfits too. The idea of the twins meant we could be hanging off each other all night but the downside was Sally whispering rude stuff in my ear all night and I had to keep going to the bathroom to dry myself!

My best friend from school, Julie, also came to the party. Julie knows everything about me and the same the other way round. She knows that Sally is my girlfriend and she knew all about Gerry. She gets a bit snotty when I talk too much about my love making with Sally and I kinda guessed she is just that bit too straight to appreciate how someone can be bisexual. I respect her though and would never do anything to hurt her. Julie came to the party as a dead nurse. Well, a dead and slutty nurse! She has a much nicer figure than mine, standing 5 ft 5, size 10, and a 32B chest. She has dark straight hair similar to Sally and is really pretty. If I had to say who she looks like it would have to be like a small Sandra Bullock cos of her big smile and dark eyes. In short she is a hotty and up to this point, I thought she was super straight!

OK, back to the party. My folks were quite laid back about booze as long as we didn’t over do it and Julie had decided that it would be more fun if the slutty dead nurse were to hang out with the even sluttier devil twins. We were all getting quite tipsy, well very tipsy, and we were teasing all the guys at the party. We weren’t going 2 over the top (or my mum and dad would have killed us for real) but we were definitely the life and soul of the party. At one point, Julie tripped over and her boobs fell out of her top. Nobody but us three saw it and we were crying laughing but Julie still stood there with her lovely tits on show. Sally looked at me and mouthed a ‘wow’ and then Julie mockingly wiggled them at me and said I would have to help her get them back inside her bra. I had seen Julie nude many times before but I had never actually touched her tits before and even though they were gorgeous with small, hard dark nipples, I still felt a little weird as I cupped her boobs, one at a time and lifted her bra back over them to hide her modesty. As I made her decent, I realised that Julie was stroking my back in the same way Sally does when we are making love but it jumped from my mind as Sally whispered into my ear, ‘You should have asked me to help!’ and, ‘Did they feel good?’ I promptly elbowed her in her ribs and told her to shut up!

As the party rolled on, my mind kept going back to touching my friends naked breasts and I then remembered her caressing me. As I was daydreaming of this, I felt Sally come up behind me and put her hand on my exposed bum cheek. I realised nobody was around so I turned round and quickly pecked her on the lips. Only thing was, it wasn’t Sally, it was Julie!

‘Oh, God I’m sorry Julie, I thought you were Sally!’ I stuttered

As Julie replied, I realised she was pretty drunk by now, ‘Hey, it’s OK, Sally wont mind you kissing your best friend would she? I mean, it’s not like we snogged is it? I mean it’s not like we did this’ and then she grabbed me and give me a full on, with tongues kiss!

Thankfully nobody turned up and caught us and I decided to make light of it, saying, ‘Wow Julie, you are one hell of a kisser, but I had no idea you wanted me that bad’ and expecting Julie’s usual humour, I was stunned when I saw her eyes filling with tears and her saying, ‘I guess you didn’t’ and she then turned and ran to the bathroom and locked the door behind her.

I rush to find Sally and tell her what happened. She told me to relax and leave it to her so I went outside in the back garden and talked to a few relatives but all the time my heart was pounding with panic and as each minute went by, I was getting even worse. Being a little drunk didn’t help at all. After nearly half an hour, I saw Sally come outside with a very weapy Julie. Sally plonked her into my arms and told me to give her a few minutes and she disappeared off. Meanwhile, Julie was hugging me and sobbing a little into my shoulder, telling me that she was sorry, she felt like an arsehole and other such stuff and I just hugged her back, telling her it was OK but was completely in the dark as to what Sally was doing.

After 10 minutes, Sally came back with ours and Julie’s jackets and said we were going to her house. She had spoken to my mum and said Julie’s parents would go ape shit if they saw her this drunk (she wasn’t that bad but my mum couldn’t see that) and that Her and me could look after her at Sally’s place, away from more booze. My mum saw this as a wonderful way of keeping her party going so happily agreed. I was still unaware of what Sally had told Julie and Sally knew this, so she kept me in suspense until she had closed the front door and we had all plonked ourselves down in her living room.

‘Rachael’, she said, ‘Julie wants to watch us make love!’

My mouth dropped open and I made some muttered sound of shock. I tried to speak again as I looked at them both to see if they were trying to wind me up. They both just smiled at me. I still couldn’t speak so Sally took over again.

‘Julie loves you very much as a friend but recently she thinks her mind is playing tricks on her and she thinks she may want to make love to you as well. She thinks that by watching you have a girl making love to you might be all she needs to get the silly ideas out of her head, or she may decide she wants you as well, but whatever it is, she needed to be drunk to make a move, so here we are! Any questions?’

Julie was looking a little more sheepish now and I was definitely feeling awkward about the idea of making love to my girlfriend while I had an audience. Sally had manipulated this so far but I didn’t realise just how far she had already planned it, but she continued.

‘I knew Rachael would feel a little awkward with this so Julie has agreed that she will come to our bedroom and she will also be naked with us. She can sit and watch us and if she wants to join in, she can. Is that better?’

I guess the booze was still having a numbing effect on me and I think I agreed, although I’m not sure. Whatever I said, we all made our way up to Sally’s big bed and Sally helped me and Julie to get undressed. I soon realised that Sally had no intention of letting Julie just watch as she told us to get on the bed and finish that damn kiss properly.

We laid in the centre of the bed and I hugged my dear friend close. Immediately I was turned on as i felt our boobs push together and I felt her soft pubes touching my leg. As I then looked into her eyes, it was my turn to lean in and kiss her properly. Our eyes were closed tight and my hand automatically began caressing her soft skin on her back and then my hand explored lower to her sexy bum. Julies hands mirrored mine in their caressing , even as my hand moved round to touch her larger boobs for the second time that night. With our hands busy on our fronts, neither of us noticed as Sally climbed on the bed with us and Julie became a filling in a Rachael/Sally sandwich.

As Sally moved in closer, Julie jumped a little but then we felt her relax fully as four eager, delicate hands caressed her fantastic curves. As we felt her relax fully, we rolled Julie onto her back, leaned in to have a three way French kiss and Sally and eye looked into each other’s eyes, both knowing that we were going to take Julie to a lesbian high she would never forget. Any fears I had of a threesome were gone. I wanted to make my best friend feel amazing and I wanted her to love my girlfriend as much as I did. I guess I knew then that I would never share may girlfriend, but I also knew my best friend well enough that this would be a way for her to be happy for me. Also, as I looked at my best friend lying naked on the bed, she looked so sexy to me, i was overtaken with lust and my tongue was demanding to be allowed to explore. I wanted my tongue to be in her pussy. I wanted it in there right now. I gave way to my tongues desires and as Sally moved in to kiss Julie more passionately, my tongue snaked a fluttering path across Julie’s nipples, down her toned belly and rather than teasing around the neatly trimmed pubes, I plunged it deep into her already wet hole.

Julie jumped and yelped as my tongue invaded her most private place, although the yelp was muffled by Sally’s kisses but the shock was soon replaced with much moaning and purring. I soon applied two fingers to her hole as well to add to her pleasure and this was met with more squeals of delight. As Julie’s excitement grew, Sally broke from the kiss and lifted Julie’s head and told her to watch her best friend licking on her sweet pussy. I looked up into her wide, excited eyes and increased my tongue flicking until she collapsed back to take in the tormenting pleasure. Sally moved close to Julie’s ear and I heard her whisper, ‘So do you want to try everything?’

In her building pleasure, Julie nodded wildly and Sally needed no further invite and she sat up, threw one leg over Julie and lowered her shaven mound over her mouth. From my position I watched my girlfriend’s delicious body move closer to my friend’s mouth and I saw a nervous tongue slowly extend from her mouth and I smiled as it made contact and Sally gasped as our new toy licked her first pussy.

Sally was soon giving soft instruction to Julie as well as moving her pussy against Julie’s tongue to maximise her pleasure. I recognised Sally’s different squeaks as Julie hit the sweet spot. The excitement of the situation soon started to bring Sally to her climax and my work on Julie had her in the palm of my hand (well, on the tip of my tongue at least) and as I heard my lover approaching her orgasm, I stepped up my tongue work and I brought Julie to an amazing high. The two girls were screaming out together and I physically had to hold Julie down as her convulsions were in danger of throwing all three of us off the bed!

As we cuddled back together in our sandwich position, Sally was in no mood to let things calm down and pulled her strap on toy from under the bed. Julie looked at it wide eye as Sally passed it to her. She looked speechless but Sally soon put her right. Pointing at me she said, ‘Well your best friend has just been licking your pussy, surely she deserves a good fucking?’

Julie looked a little shocked as she examined the life like cock and exactly as I had done, she instinctively caressed and stroked it, as much as she stared.

Sally took control and got me on all fours and began licking furiously at my exposed holes. Her expert tongue dashed between both holes, probing, teasing and making my aching pussy drip with excitement. Unseen to us both, Julie had donned the strap on cock and watched Sally with wide eyes and was rubbing her own pussy as she took in the scene. Sally soon turned to her and started to mouth obscenities to get Julie in the mood. I’m not a big fan of certain words but they seemed to get Julie fired up.

Sally kept up her foul mouthed banter, ‘Wow, your friend’s cunt and arse taste so good, I’m not sure I want to share them with you now’ and then she plunged deeper into me. I squeaked with the joy I was feeling and I saw Sally’s free hand reach for Julie’s pussy and I saw her fire three fingers deep into her and pull her closer to my rear end. Sally had us both where she wanted, with me on the edge of coming from her expert tongue and Julie so horny i think she actually believed she had grown a cock. Sally moved herself away from me and lined up the rubber dick to my wet hole and ordered Julie to ‘Fuck Rachael Good’

I expect Julie to still slide into me gently but no. I felt the cock ram fully into me in a split second. I yelped with the pain and tears came to my eyes but sally was slapping Julie’s backside and telling her to do me harder. Julie took firm hold of my hips, withdrew herself and then rammed back in to the hilt again. The pain was bad but the excitement of it and the swearing from Sally set a whole different scene and I began to scream and pull away like a rape victim and everyone was really getting their pleasure from it. I was getting my good fucking, Julie was talking to me like a whore, calling me her little bitch and her dirty slut. As Sally saw Julie was now in the zone, she moved around and put her delicious smooth pussy right in my face and by grabbing my hair, she pulled me hard into place. I lapped at her wet mound and really started to relish my new role as a perfect slave to these delicious women. Julie was ramming her new cock into my pussy and her hands had moved forward and she was aggressively squeezing my tits and pinching my nipples. Sally had my head pushed hard into her pussy while her free hand had roamed all the way down my back and she was pushing at least one finger into my ass. There was so much going on and so many sensations of pain and pleasure, I was lucky to be still conscious from this feelings overload.

It wasn’t too long before my orgasm came in a flood of juices and shaking from me. Julie didn’t slow down too much as she was loving her new role and the sensations her clit was getting from the ramming had already taken her to multiple climaxes and she had no intentions of stopping. Similarly, Sally would not let me stop until she had reached her own orgasm which was thankfully only seconds away too.

As Sally’s shaking passed, we had to beg Julie to ease off and stop and we all collapsed in a sweating, breathless pile on the bed. As we looked around at each other, we started to laugh as we looked at the complete bombsite we had created. Our make up from our Halloween costumes was smeared all over each other and the bedding and the sheets were also quite damp and sticky from the excessive amounts of cum from three very horny girls. Still chuckling, Sally kissed us both and called us her teenage harlots and suggested we all went to the bathroom to share a shower.

As we stood together in the large shower cubicle, it was obvious that the soap and rubbing was going to spark another sexual event and I could see the eagerness from Julie as she stepped in. I just prayed at that point that the sober Julie in the morning wouldn’t regret tonight’s events. As I stepped into the shower behind her and my hands explored her perfect smooth curves and then around to her deliciously firm boobs with bullets for nipples, I felt pangs of love and guilt for my best friend of 10 years since we started school together when we were just four years old. I was totally in love with Sally but my love for Julie was something different. I knew I didn’t have to explain that to Sally, my girlfriend, and i could see that she was definitely enjoying sharing my best friend. I could also see the look in Sally’s eyes when she looked at Julie’s trimmed pubes in the shower. Sally looked at me, smiled her best evil grin, and said, ‘They HAVE to go!’ and she lifted the razor from the shelf.

Julie gave a mock gasp as Sally started to rub foam into her short hairs and a bigger, genuine gasp as I started to massage her bum hole with the small dildo that Sally had passed to me, heavily soaped. Her well relaxed and drunk state meant there was very little resistance as I pushed and it was soon fully inserted and buzzing away nicely. I caressed one breast with my free hand and nuzzled and nibbled on the other nipple and Sally quickly and efficiently made Julie’s pussy a hair free zone. Julie’s moans told me that Sally had finished the shaving and was tongue testing the area and between us we brought her to a very quick and very satisfying orgasm with her knees buckling under the influence of it.

The space was somewhat limited in there and we decided to help each other wash properly which was a very sensual, loving and unforgettable experience, after which we made our way back to the bedroom.

As we all lay on the bed, we huddled together, kissing and gently stroking each other and Julie soon fell into a deep sleep. Sally and I laid on our sides in a 69 position and gave each other a long and tender pussy licking which gave us both an incredibly satisfying orgasm. It is the type of sex which you can only give to someone you truly love and can only be given by someone who truly knows your body.

As we cuddled up to go to sleep, Sally said to me, ‘You know I have never known a love so sweet and as pure as yours and I want to thank you for sharing your friend with me tonight. It was awesome.’ She then joked, ‘I hope we haven’t damaged her for life!’

We both tried to keep our laughing quiet and then Sally continued, ‘I think I owe you a repayment, by sharing a very special friend of mine. You will love him!’

I smiled, never doubting that if Sally was recommending someone, they would be very special indeed!

As I woke the following morning, Sally was already up, showered and gone. I found myself spooned up behind Julie and with a slightly mucky grin, I started to slowly stroke her sexy little curves. She purred in her sleep and rolled onto her back with her legs slightly parted. I allowed my caressing hand to move lower, feeling Sally’s shaving handiwork and then lower still to explore her already wet hole.

Julie still had her eyes closed as I repositioned myself between her legs, pushing them slightly wider to allow my knees to fit in the space. My hand was concentrating on her clit as my lips moved to her pert breasts, kissing and biting softly, adding to her waking arousal. As I looked up again, Julie’s eyes were open and she watched me intently but was also biting her lip. Without stopping my stroking of her wet hole, I asked if she was OK. She replied with, ‘Well, last night was awesome and what you’re doing now is out of this world, but I don’t think this is really for me Rach. I’m so sorry! I mean I still love you to bits but I don’t think I can carry on with all this ya know?’

I smiled and started to kiss lower, ‘How about just one more time for our memories now we are sober?’

Julie relaxed back saying, ‘Well it would be rude not to!’

I didn’t move to put my pussy over her face, I didn’t want to spoil the moment. Instead I lapped eagerly at her smooth private area, adding 2 fingers in deeply to massage her G spot and occasionally moving my tongue lower to flick and prod at her rosebud. I moved her hands to her own breasts and she eagerly squeezed and stretched her own nipples and all too soon she reached what would be her final orgasm on my tongue. All sorts of thoughts flooded through my head and Julie’s juices flooded into my mouth and despite the pleasure I felt doing this to my very sexy best friend, I was also incredibly sad that this would not be happening again. To stop myself from crying and looking like an idiot I held the thought that maybe, just maybe, my oral sex on her now was so good that one day she would yearn for something as good again.

As Julie came down from her high, I took my last opportunity to kiss my way up her perfect belly and boobs and then finished my kisses on her neck and one last French kiss before I lay next to her and we hugged silently.

Julie whispered a ‘Thank You’ to me and then went to the bathroom to get ready. Not another word was spoken as she left Sally’s house, just a wave and a half embarrassed smile. I knew that the next meeting with my best friend would be a difficult one but I also knew that she left the house fully satisfied, sexually. I have to admit, I spent most of that afternoon crying. I was crying for the loss of what might have been.

Sally was very comforting and understanding and she paid for a huge bunch of flowers and a box of very expensive chocolates to be sent to Julie the next day. I also sent her a very long and loving email telling her how our friendship was going to be even better after this and not to let any doubts come between us. Without going into long details, we had an awkward month or so but after that we DID become closer than ever and for the record, we HAVE had one on one sex quite a few times since but we never told anyone about it. We call it ‘stress relief for special friends’ so Julie doesn’t feel like she is ‘turning’ and frankly I don’t care what we call it if it means I get my hands on her! Anyway, back to this story!

Sally saw I was down and she referred back to her comment of returning the favour. I was very intrigued and for some reason she wouldn’t tell me who the guy was. I eventually gave in because i trusted her and told her to get it set up. I got a text message telling me to get my nice clothes on and to meet her at a very nice Restaurant in the next town to ours. I put a short black, strapless dress on which I wore at Christmas. I had grown a bit since then so as I looked in the mirror, I liked my look and even my small boobs were pushed up well with the fit of the dress despite not wearing a bra. I was really quite happy until I turned my back to the mirror and could see the panty line through the thin material. I quickly put on the only thong I could find but the colour of that (white) showed through really obviously. I decided to try with no panties and it looked good so I thought about looking good for my girlfriend and decided to stick with no knickers!

I arrived at the restaurant early and the Head Waiter shoed me to our table and I ordered a lemonade as i waited for Sally and her friend. As I waited, I was horrified when I spotted Mr Richards, my Gym teacher sat at the bar. As i saw him, he spotted me and came bounding over in his usual excited way. I tried to cover myself a little as he cooed over how grown up I looked and asked a zillion questions over why I was here and was I meeting family etc etc and in my head I was praying for Sally to arrive and save me from ‘Mr Happy’. It got even worse when he just sat down and started excitedly telling me that he was meeting a good friend of his here and I was so desperately trying to end the conversation so he would just go away.

After 10 minutes of his incessant chatting I saw Sally walking through the restaurant door and as she turned the corner to the table, I saw a very confused look on her face and she said, ‘Rachael? Steve? You have already met?’

As I looked at ‘Steve’ and he at me, we were both stunned into silence as we were both instantly aware of what was happening here because we both separately knew what had been planned by Sally. She saw the look on our faces and you saw as the penny dropped and she asked the blatantly obvious question to Steve. ‘I’m kinda guessing that you are not just ANY gym teacher, I’m guessing you are Rachael’s gym teacher?’

Steve said nothing and we both nodded simultaneously. Sally laughed out loud and told us both to relax, and lets all enjoy the meal and she called to the waiter for drinks and menus. Me and Steve looked at each other and both laughed hard at how cool Sally was being. He had come here on a promise of fucking a schoolgirl and i was here on the promise of a sexy man who was Sally’s ‘fuck buddy’. I just couldn’t believe that between them they hadn’t worked out that he was my teacher!

Surprisingly, the dinner went really well and i looked at Steve in a bit of a different light. Obviously I already knew he had a really nice toned body and a few times during the meal I caught him looking at my ‘pushed up’ boobs and as the top rode down a little I decided to let him stare rather than covering up as I had done when i first spotted him.

As the meal came to an end i was beginning to get nervous again about what the hell we were going to do and I took my chance to talk to Sally as Steve went off to pee. I really started to freak out but Sally calmed me down and said, ‘Look, we will go back to my place for a drink, but NOTHING else has to happen. Steve is dead discrete and he wont say a word about the misunderstanding and i promise you he will not say anything to you outside of this meeting. He will definitely not say anything at school. Come on Rach, its been a fun evening, let’s just go home and finish the night and I’m sorry I screwed up!’

I leaned in and kissed her fully on the lips and told her it was ok. She kissed me again as Steve arrived back at the table. He gave a very loud Wow and I looked away and blushed like mad. Sally slapped his arm and told him not to embarrass me.

‘Hey, I’m sorry Rachael’ he said instantly

‘It’s OK Mr Richards’ I said like a scolded child

‘Hey, come on Rachael, it’s Steve while we are with Sally surely? And with you dressed like a beautiful young lady like you are tonight, it’s not as if we are at ……. it’s not like we are in our usual environment is it?’

I thought about it for a while and smiled at him, ‘OK Steve, it’s a deal’ and I leaned into Sally and kissed her again, this time with a few seconds of tongue as well. Steve and I then smiled at each other, this time, more like friends.

As we went to Sally’s place, Steve took his car and I went with Sally. In the car I asked her what she saw in Mr Richar……Steve. She said she didn’t like to say but maybe I would see it at some point. I automatically assumed she meant his personality and I could kinda see that because he was always happy and that is really nice in a person. I left it there. When we got back to her house, Sally put on some music and poured drinks for us all. With the bit of wine in the restaurant, the drinks soon made me feel very mellow and I sat on the chair opposite the settee where Steve and Sally were sat. As the night wore on, I saw Steve moving closer to Sally and I must admit i was starting to feel a bit left out and I made a point of giving Sally a kiss as I went to the bathroom. When I came back I sat in my seat and I noticed both Sally and Steve looking over at me differently and for the first 10 minutes I couldn’t work out why. Then I did. I wasn’t wearing panties and I was giving both of them a view of my bald pussy. I tried not to react but i could see Sally’s hand resting on a definite bulge in Steve’s pants. Being slightly drunk, I didn’t even try to look away and Sally, obviously realising this, slowly unzipped Steve and pulled his dick out from his pants. NOW I saw what she saw in him. His dick was not massively long, maybe just over 7” but it was the thickness of a coke can. I just stared as she stroked on his beast of a cock and I realised I licked my lips as Sally moved to take the head of it in her mouth. I was partly jealous because Steve was holding my girlfriend and partly because I wanted to look closer at his dick. Sally obviously saw my face and beckoned me over.

As I got closer, Steve pulled my arm so I was sat next to them. He put his arm around me and rested his hand on my shoulder. I watched intently as Sally sucked expertly on his meat and i barely noticed as Steve’s fingers had moved under the top of my dress and was softly rubbing my nipple. I gasped a little, and then a little more as Sally plunged 2 fingers deep into my wet hole and began finger fucking me in time with her bobbing head on Steve’s cock. Steve took my relaxed state as a green light to pull down my top and allow my boobs out into the open air. He then pulled and squeezed harder on them and replaced Sally’s hand in my pussy with the one he was holding her head down on his cock.

As he took over me fully, my eyes closed and i didn’t care what Sally was doing with his cock. His strong and firm hands were getting me horny as hell. I didn’t even notice him shifting position until I felt something very different at the entrance to my pussy. I opened my eyes to see the massive head of his cock pushing my lips wide and I went to stop him as the head slipped inside me. I yelped expecting more pain than I actually felt and then watched wide eyed as inch by inch he pumped the whole monster into me. Yes it stung a bit but it felt so damned awesome and it looked obscene but as he started to pump fully out and then all the way in, I was instantly on a high. His hands were still stroking my body and my boobs and his fucking got faster and harder and I was happy there until Sally made us change position. He pulled out and I felt instantly empty and as he sat on the settee I dived on top, kissing him passionately as I impaled myself in one quick movement, sighing as I sat on his massive pole.

I started to bounce on him, slowly at first and I felt Sally pressing something against my bottom. It was her medium sized dildo and each time I came down on Steves cock she forced a little more into my bum. After 2 or 3 minutes she had all 6 inches in me and it was buzzing on full speed. Steve and myself were feeling the buzz and before 2 long my orgasm was starting and Steve had to take over, lefting me effortlessly and bouncing me back down on him. I kissed him hard as a gigantic orgasm ripped thru me and I felt my nails digging into his arms and his back and very soon after he shouted loudly and he shot what felt like a gallon of come deep inside me.

As we gasped for air, Sally slowly pulled the toy from my arse and then gently lifted me off Steve and placed me on the settee and began to lick the combined juices from me as Steve moved behind her. His cock had not lost any hardness at all. (this was another of his superman qualities) Steve did not pause at all with Sally. He rammed hard into her and began a furious fucking of her. Her face was buried inside me and she went deeper into me as he rammed her. She also rubbed her own clit as he pounded her and it felt like only a few minutes before we all began to hit our orgasms and then finally collapsing in a heap in Sally’s living room.

That night did go on a long time. We sampled lots of positions including the use of Sally’s strap on in many places! It was another night to change my life, as were many with my dear Sally. Steve became semi regular in our love making, despite the first time leaving me pretty much unable to walk properly the next day. School was quite strange after that night even though we promised it wouldn’t. The day I gave him a blow job in the gym showers will stay with me for life, but that is for another story.

I hoped you enjoyed this one and as always, your comments are most welcome.

A couple of months after my seventeenth birthday, I discovered three things. The first was that I am a lesbian; the second was that I have an eager appetite for sex – I’ll spread my legs for almost any woman, any time; the third was not just that I am a slut, but a bondage slut – that I get my biggest thrills from being tied up and taken by another woman (better still, by women in the plural). The first was not a great surprise, but the other two were! This is how it all happened.

I lived then in a small country town, a few miles inland from the south coast of England. It is not a tourist resort, but it tends to attract better-off people as a pretty and peaceful base for seeing the countryside and the coast, and there are three or four medium-size and good quality hotels. These, and a few shops and cafes in the town square, were the only places that local teenagers could get part-time jobs on weekends or in the holidays, and there was a lot of competition for them.

Now I need to tell you about Kate, who had been my best friend since we met at the age of eleven, when we both started at secondary school (basically what in the USA is called high school, but it covers the ages from 11 to 18). Kate was quite tall – by the time she was 16, she was five feet ten inches – and had a lovely slim figure: the words lithe and lissom could have been invented for her. Her breasts started growing earlier than mine but quite slowly, so they were nicely pert but not all that large. She had light brown hair with some hints of auburn, and striking greenish eyes; she was full of energy – quite sporty – and nearly always laughing about something. We had a lot of fun together, but for the previous year or more I had found myself thinking about her, and sometimes looking at her, in ways that were rather warmer than even being best friends. When these events happened, my doubts about my sexual orientation had recently been stirred up by an incident with Kate.

Before going into that, I should describe myself at this time. I was shorter than Kate – my height was about five foot six inches – but I had developed a fuller figure. This had happened rather rapidly, and during the previous six to eight months I had really blossomed out. I always had a nice butt, in fact for a long time I thought it was my best feature: there was no excess weight at all, my hips had a shapely flare with buttocks that were taut and well-rounded. Now I began to realise why, as the jut of my ass was balanced by the growth of my chest into two swelling and shapely breasts, giving me a figure more like someone in their early 20s, with quite a cleavage and a profile that was eye-catching but not too overloaded. I have brown eyes with long lashes, and straight dark hair which falls to just below my shoulders.

Kate had become fascinated by the growth of my breasts, especially as she helped me shop each time I needed a larger size of bra. One evening we were alone at my house (I’m an only child, and my parents were out at a party until late) and messing about, when she asked to see them. I took off my t-shirt and bra, and was a bit startled when she then requested to touch them, explaining that she wanted to see if they felt different from her ones. I felt a little shy but also excited, like it was a dare, and said OK – if I can do the same. That surprised her, but she nodded as she could see it was only fair, and so she stripped off above the waist. Then, with a little hesitation and quite a lot of giggles, she took one of my breasts in each hand and started to stroke and squeeze them. It was an extraordinary feeling, and became even more so when – after a minute or so of paralysis – I did the same with hers. Both of us started breathing a bit heavier, and I remember suddenly realising that I was standing in my bedroom with my best friend, both of use nude from the waist up, fondling each other’s breasts. Unfortunately, I then lost my nerve, dropping my hand from her beautiful thrusting tits, and stepping backwards with a laugh. I made some sort of silly joke about it, and we quickly turned our attention to other things, although a few times I noticed her regarding me quizzically when she thought I wasn’t looking.

Not long before this, Kate had landed a Sunday job working at the largest and most exclusive of the hotels. It seemed generously paid and I envied her the extra money which it gave her, and the smart clothes she bought with it. So when, a couple of weeks after the breast-fondling incident, she told me there was another vacancy coming up and she could get me the job if I wanted it, I said ‘oh! yes – please!’, and gave her a big hug. Sure enough, she spoke to the owner, Miss Foster, and two days later I was seated in her office, being interviewed and then – as it seemed I was suitable – being told a bit more about the job. I didn’t quite take it all in, which at the time I put down to excitement at getting the coveted job, but in hindsight I think it was as much excitement about Miss Foster. She was in her late 30s, maybe near to forty, and kept herself trim and exercised. She was almost as tall as Kate, but with the fuller build of a mature woman. Her figure was partly hidden by the severe cut of the trouser and jacket business suit that she was wearing, but enough was visible to suggest there were curves where there should be. Her hair was dyed blonde, with some streaks of brown from the roots; it only came down to her collar, but was layered in a feminine ‘professional executive’ style. Although she was generally quite brisk and business-like (partly due to being efficient and well-organised), she was far from cold in her manner – it was more vigorous and confident, and she had a lot of charisma.

When the interview was finished, Miss Foster showed me round the hotel so that I would know where to go when I began work the following Saturday. The hotel had a long front section, built in the 1930s, with the kitchen, restaurant, bar and lounge on the ground floor, and guest bedrooms on the first and second floors. At one end of this, forming an ‘L’ shape, was a much newer block which Miss Foster had built about twelve years ago, not long after taking over the hotel when her parents retired. The extension had two floors, and there was just one doorway on the ground floor which led through from the older section. The ground floor of the extension had a number of single rooms and then at the far end were Miss Foster’s personal living rooms (her office was in the front main block); the upper floor of the new section was all bedrooms – mostly doubles. All the guest rooms in the hotel were quite large – actually more so in the new block – and comfortably furnished, and had en suite bathrooms. Miss Foster told me that the new section was called the Ladies’ Wing, because only female guests were booked into it. She explained that quite a lot of professional women found it more relaxing to stay in a part of the hotel where there were no men or couples, and that she had found this a profitable attraction – she said there were now quite a few women who came regularly, and recommended it to their friends. This was all true, but (as I was to find out) not quite for the innocent reasons that Miss Foster told me then!

We then walked into the original part of the hotel to the housekeeper’s room – this was Miss Foster’s main assistant, a thin blonde woman in her early 30s whom I was introduced to as Miss Deacon. She seemed a bit harassed and busy, but gave me a pleasant smile as she looked me over and then deftly measured me for my uniform. She produced from her store cupboard a maid’s uniform for me to try on, and I rather shyly took off my jeans and sweater. I felt a little uncomfortable with the eyes of the two women watching me as I stood for a few seconds in just my simple white bra and panties, and so I quickly slipped into the maid’s uniform. Miss Deacon knew her job, as it was a good fit but not restrictive for working in. The main part was a one-piece black dress which opened by a zipper from the collar to the small of the back; it had short sleeves, and the skirt came down to an inch or two above my knees. There was a separate white apron which fastened around the waist and over the shoulders, and a small black-and-white cap. Miss Foster asked me to turn round slowly, and nodded her satisfaction. She told me the uniform would be provided by the hotel and cleaned by them; I would come to and from work in my own clothes, and there was a room between the housekeeper’s and the kitchen where the staff got changed and had lockers for their personal items. I was instructed to wear black sensible flat shoes and black stockings – Miss Foster told me with particular emphasis not to wear tights, saying that the cleaning work made them too sweaty and the guests would notice the smell: her strict rule was either hold-up stockings or (best of all, she said) the traditional suspender belt with clips and old-fashioned stockings. Of course, at that point I didn’t know the real reason for her rule, and took her explanation at face value.

I would be working all day on Saturday, starting with serving breakfasts, then room cleaning, then serving lunches and dinners (the restaurant did quite a lot of business with non-residents); in the afternoon there would be a couple of hours break, but also other cleaning and general chores. I started on the next weekend, a month after my seventeenth birthday, and within a few weeks had got used to it and familiar with the other staff. I didn’t think it odd that they were all female: only Miss Foster and Miss Deacon actually lived at the hotel, and the others came in to work. There were half a dozen other local girls who helped out on the weekends and in the school holidays, which were the busiest times; I knew most of them from my school, apart from two who attended a private school in the next town. The only drawback was that Kate worked on Sunday, and so we only saw each other on Friday nights – by the time I finished on Saturday or she did on Sunday, we were too tired and it was too late to do anything other than go home.

It was on my sixth or seventh Saturday that my world changed for ever. The breakfasts had all been served in the dining room, when Miss Foster called me over and gave me a tray laden with two breakfasts. ‘I nearly forgot! she said; ‘take this to room L16, and then you may as well take a break for forty-five minutes – it’s too early to start on cleaning rooms’. I set off, a little bit intrigued as all the rooms with the letter L were in the Ladies’ Wing, which I had hardly set foot in since being shown round after the interview. L16 was on the upper floor, and in fact was one of the largest of the double bedrooms. I knocked politely on the door, and heard a voice in response telling me to come in. I was concentrating on balancing the tray as I entered the room, so it was not until I had carefully placed it on the table by the window that I took in my surroundings – and stopped abruptly. transfixed by what I saw.

The room had a large double bed – bigger than king size – and the duvet had been removed and was piled on the floor. Lying sprawled across the wide expanse of the pale yellow under-sheet was a beautiful young woman, apparently asleep – and completely naked. She was face-down, and her auburn hair fell in curls to her shoulders. I could see the outline of one breast, full and generous, and the rounded thrust of her buttocks. Most of all, her legs were spread quite wide apart, and from where I was standing at the foot of the bed I was looking almost straight up between them, where I could see the base of her vaginal slit.

Before I could react at all, another woman emerged from the en suite bathroom behind me and leaned against its door frame, looked at me appraisingly, and remarked: ‘she does look delectable, doesn’t she?’ This was the same voice that had called me to come in, and if the woman on the bed was a vision of youthful loveliness, this one over-trumped her with the gloss of experience and authority. She was partly dressed – but, oh!, how she was dressed! Looking at her, my knees nearly gave way, and I felt butterflies in my stomach and an unfamiliar warmth and wetness between my legs. The woman in the doorway was the older – mid 30s at least, whilst her companion looked around twenty-five. She had a well-kept figure with good curves that were more than emphasised by her outfit. This was entirely in black, and consisted of knee-high boots, traditional stockings held up by a garter belt, skimpy thong panties, and above them a laced corset-like basque that went from her hips to frame the undersides of her breasts, leaving the nipples visible.

I gasped, and unconsciously licked my lips; I must have looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights. As she stepped past me and placed a twenty-pound note next to the breakfast tray, her younger companion lazily rolled over onto her back, with her legs spread even wider apart, and looked at me languorously. She had not been asleep at all – in fact the whole scenario had been staged for my arrival; I later discovered that Miss Foster had arranged with them to send over her ‘new girl’ at that time. The older woman said: ‘I’m Caroline, and this is Vicky – we’d like you to stay, and play with us for a while’. She came closer to me – I swallowed, but otherwise did not move or speak – and then her breasts were almost touching me as she reached for my chin, and gently but firmly kissed me on the lips. My mouth was already partly open, and I gave no resistance at all – in fact I opened wider, and my tongue sought hers. It was all the encouragement that she needed, and her hands dropped to my skirt and tugged it up above my hips. Then her fingers found the front of my panties, giving me a tingle as sharp as an electric shock. As she gently stroked me, I was embarrassed to realise that the gusset of my panties was sopping wet, excitement and arousal drenching it with a mixture of sweat and vaginal juices. ‘Mmm,’ said Caroline in appreciation, ‘I think she’s ripe and ready’. She slipped her hand inside my panties, and ran her fingers up and down my slit. I gave a broken moan, but offered no resistance at all, lost in the waves of hot flushes that radiated out from my crotch.

Vicky roused herself and stepped off the bed, coming to stand behind me. She untied the strings of my white apron and tossed it aside, and unzipped my maid’s black dress from the collar to the base of my spine. She then took the hem of the skirt from her older lover and lifted the whole thing over my shoulders and head. Now I was wearing only my white bra and panties, and a pair of black hold-up stockings as per Miss Foster’s requirements. With a swift motion, Vicky unclasped and removed my bra, letting my breasts swing free. As soon as they were bared, Caroline reached for them, cupping one in each hand and giving them sensuous but firm caresses which produced from me another inarticulate moan of pleasure. This was nothing compared to what followed, as Caroline bent forwards to take each nipple in turn into her mouth, licking it, nibbling it and sucking it. Never had they felt so aroused, so hard and yet so sensitive. Then her mouth traced down across my firm flat stomach, and she knelt on the floor in front of me. Hooking her fingers at each side, a swift tug pulled my drenched panties down below my knees, and then to my ankles and I stepped out of them, unconsciously spreading my legs wider apart as I did so. Caroline seemed first to inhale the smell of my cunt as if it was a vintage wine, before with amazing delicacy she leaned forward to taste me. I gave a gasp of pleasure as she ran her tongue first up and then down my slit, repeating the action and pushing the tip in a little further each time. Whilst she did this, Vicky moved so close that I could feel her firm nipples pressing into my shoulder-blades. She reached round under my arms to take a firm grip of each breast, starting to squeeze and knead them.

Caroline sat back on her heels, and asked if I was a virgin. ‘Technically, no’, I replied, which I then had to explain. I had begun masturbating a year before, using my fingers and then a slim plastic shampoo bottle which was just the right diameter and length. However, one night, about three months before, I had got carried away and pushed the bottle in too hard – breaking my hymen. It was a shock and it felt a bit sore, but I soon found I could get greater pleasure from pushing the bottle in further, and I now regularly got four inches of it up me. However, no person – boy or girl – had been in my pussy, so I was still a virgin in everything other than the strict medical sense. ‘That’s good’, replied Caroline, ‘we want to fuck you, but we don’t want to hurt you’. By now I had lost all restraint, and I gasped in response: ‘Yes – yes! Have me, take me, fuck me, please!’

Now Caroline began eating me out properly, pushing her tongue deeply between my labia, hunting for the nub of the clitoris with all the experience of more than fifteen years of lesbian fucking. The sensations were amazing, and when she found her target I was convulsed. I was shuddering and moaning, my hips bucking spasmodically, and I thrust my pelvis forward whilst spreading my legs open to give this wonderful woman total access to my body. Vicky held my upper body in a vice-like grip, her hands encasing and squeezing my breasts, as I came with an orgasm that burst from my clitoris and ran through my whole body like a tidal wave. I think I would have collapsed if Vicky had not been holding me up, and I realise now that her firm restraint of my upper body had heightened the intensity of my sexual pleasure.

Vicky eased me down onto the bed and lay beside me, leaning across to give oral attention to my tits – both women found it irresistible that a girl my age had such shapely and well-rounded breasts. I arched my back in response, spreading my legs wide apart, and Vicky needed no more invitation – her right hand snaked across my inner thigh, and began probing into my vagina. As if this was not enough, Caroline knelt on the bed on my other side. She had removed her thong panties, revealing clean-shaven pubes and labial lips which were puffy and erect around her moist pink hole. I couldn’t take my eyes off it, and she smiled and took my hand. ‘Touch me there’, she breathed, guiding my fingers to her opening and helping to insert my forefinger and then also the one next to it, sliding into her up to the knuckle. Caroline gave a ragged gasp and gripped my wrist, encouraging me to piston my fingers in and out, faster and deeper – in fact, she was almost wanking herself on me. After a few sweaty heaving moments, she achieved orgasm with a mixture of a shudder and a shriek. She removed my fingers and raised them to her lips, licking them and then bestowing a kiss. She stood up and looked down at my youthful body; ‘Now I want you’, she said, and I nodded in mute agreement.

As Vicky continued to lick my tits and frot her fingers up and down my slit, Caroline walked over to her suitcase and removed something which I had never seen before – but I knew at once, with a ripple of excited anticipation, exactly what it was: a strap-on dildo. She buckled the harness around her hips and fastened the strap between her legs; it had a black leather front plate from which extruded a ribbed black plastic dildo which looked huge to my innocent eyes. My moment of doubt must have shown, as Caroline hastened to reassure me: ‘I’ll be gentle and it won’t hurt, babe, but if you don’t like it just say stop. I just want to be your first-ever fuck, and make it good for you.’ I was so turned on by this that my doubts vanished, and I begged her: ‘Take me – take me hard!’ Vicky changed position, moving around behind me to cradle my head and shoulders between her thighs, though she continued to fondle my breasts and tweak my sensitive nipples. Caroline slid a flat pillow underneath my bottom, lifting my crotch a few inches into the air, and then she spread my knees as far apart as possible. She slipped her hands beneath me, each gripping one of my buttocks, and then carefully positioned the tip of the dildo in line with the centre of my cunt. I was so well-lubricated that when she leant forwards, gently using her weight to press in, the plastic cock slid in smoothly and painlessly. I felt wonderfully filled and stretched, but no discomfort – just the satisfying feeling of being totally penetrated by a gorgeously sexual woman. Caroline worked the dildo in and out, carefully at first but then with increasing vigour as she found little resistance and I was making no complaint – what I was making was mewling gasps of encouragement and entreaty, begging her to give it to me more and harder! All too soon I was reaching crescendo again, and this time I achieved an even more seismic orgasm, like nothing I had managed on my own. I may have fainted for a minute – I certainly felt dazed and a bit dizzy.

Seeing that I was exhausted, the two women eased off, and for a few moments we just lay on the bed and cuddled – it was delicious being in the middle. Then Vicky rolled onto her back, spread her thighs apart, stroked her hand up and down her labia, and looked at me with a sultry and lustful expression. ‘Would you like to taste me?’ she asked. I was swept along on the tide of my sexual liberation, and mutely I nodded yes – I was really going to have to get more articulate. Vicky moved up to rest her shoulders and head on the pillows, and then opened her legs even wider. I knelt down between them, sticking my butt in the air, and brought my lips up to her pussy – it was ripe and partly open, with a surrounding of ginger curls that were neatly trimmed. Hesitantly at first, I licked and tasted her, relishing her musky smell and the mixture of sweet and spice in her juices. Getting bolder, I pushed my tongue in further and moved it around, and then clamped my lips over her labia and started sucking like a vacuum cleaner. Mostly by luck, I found her clitoris as I lapped up and down, and she started to twitch and gasp for breath. At last, she seized the back of my head and pressed me further into her, but before I could worry about how I was going to breathe, her hips bucked and she orgasmed quite suddenly. During this, Caroline had moved off the bed, partly to give us more room and partly to get a better view. She sat in a nearby chair with her legs apart, stroking her nipples with one hand and masturbating her cunt with the other, and avidly watching the spectacle of her sexy lover – 10 years younger than her – being eaten out by a young girl who was 20 years her junior. Almost as soon as Vicky came, Caroline followed suit, leaning back in the chair and arching her back, as her pistoning fingers brought her to climax.

With a start I looked at the clock and realised the time – nearly thirty of Miss Foster’s forty-five minutes were up, and I was in no state to go back to work. Caroline and Vicky appreciated the problem, and ushered me into their bathroom for a quick shower, after which they both dried me with the hotel’s soft towels – I’m not sure if that saved any time, but it felt wonderful. I looked with doubt at my sticky panties, but Caroline reached for them and said that she wanted to keep them, as something to remember this by. Instead, she went to her suitcase and presented me with pair of beautiful, lace-trimmed, silky white panties – clearly an exotic and expensive make, tailored in a skimpy V-shape from my hips to my crotch. I then quickly restored the rest of my uniform, and with regret turned to leave. Caroline put another twenty-pound note down next to the first one, ‘because it was your first time’. I said I didn’t want to take any money, and they replied that they understood that but that I must as ‘it was the rules’. I didn’t really grasp what they meant, but took the cash and thanked them. They were checking out that morning, but said that in three weeks’ time they were booked to stay for the whole weekend, and perhaps I could join them during my off-duty time on Saturday afternoon? ‘Oh, yes, please!’, I said, and they replied that it was a date. Just as I was about to exit their room, Vicky jumped off the bed and ran over to her suitcase, with her full breasts deliciously swinging free. To my amazement, she presented me with a large vibrator, black and ridged with a curved top end; it looked like part of the same set as Caroline’s strap-on. Vicky gave me a happy smile and said she wanted me to have this as a memento, and because ‘it’ll be a lot more fun than your shampoo bottle!’

I left the Ladies’ Wing in a euphoric daze, first going to put the vibrator away in my locker – I would have to think about where to keep it at home so that my mother wouldn’t find it! For the rest of the morning, I cleaned bedrooms and changed bed linen on automatic pilot, my head in a whirl. I had enjoyed the experience so profoundly, and knew that I felt no real interest in the attentions of boys, so it was almost with relief that I accepted that I was definitely a lesbian – and that nothing was going to stop me from enjoying it. That settled me, and by the time we had finished serving lunches in the restaurant, I had put the morning’s adventure aside to think about later, and was back in the working routine. As we cleared the last tables, I saw Miss Foster talking with Miss Deacon, and I thought she looked my way several times – I had probably made some silly mistakes earlier, cleaning the rooms whilst half in a dream. The hotel owner left, and a few minutes later the housekeeper called me over. I was given two rooms in the front part of the hotel that still needed attention before my afternoon break, and then Miss Deacon turned back almost as an afterthought. ‘Oh, yes – after you’ve done those, and before taking your break, please go and see Yoshiko in L5 – there’s something she needs help with, but it’s not urgent.’ I must have looked puzzled, so Miss Deacon explained that Ms Yoshiko Mitseui was a regular visitor to the hotel, and that she worked for one of the big Japanese banks in London so her English was faultless. ‘You’ll have no trouble understanding what she needs’, said Miss Deacon with a hint of a smile.

It was an hour later that I finished the last bedroom, and walked through the door again into the Ladies’ Wing. L5 was a ground floor, single room – though all of these were quite spacious and had broad queen-sized beds, the reason for which I didn’t yet realise. I knocked on the door of the room, and a soft attractive voice asked ‘Who is it?’. ‘Room service’, I replied, and was bidden to enter. Coming into the room, I saw a stunningly pretty young Japanese woman sitting at the small table by the window, taking a sip from a cup of green tea. As she rose and walked towards me, I estimated her age as mid to late 20s, but her complexion was so smooth it was hard to be sure. She was about my height, but slighter in build, and had lustrous straight black hair which fell nearly halfway down her back. She was wearing a very pretty wrap-around kimono dressing gown made of thin blue silk; it was quite short, going only just below her hips. As she came nearer, her dark almond-shaped eyes fixed on mine, she let go of the kimono’s belt and it swung open, revealing that she was completely naked underneath it. I could see her small high breasts, flat stomach, boyish slim hips, and the trimmed triangle of jet black hair on her Venus mound, with a hint of pink showing in its midst. I did my wide-eyed, open-mouth, rooted-to-the-spot thing again – really, I was going to have to come up with a more engaging response if this sort of thing was going to keep happening (oh, yes, please yes, let it do so!). Yoshiko stood in front of me, and with a practiced shrug of her shoulders the kimono crumpled to the ground. My blood was pounding in my ears, so I scarcely heard her say: ‘Nancy was right – you are a very beautiful girl’. I had no idea who she was referring to, but found out later that Nancy was Miss Deacon, who had spent the night in Yoshiko’s bed, giving her pleasure in the manner which satisfied them both.

Yoshiko touched my cheek and smiled hesitantly at me, and I cast off my shock and smiled back. ‘How can I help you?’ I said, feeling rather foolish. She leant closer and breathed tantalisingly into my ear: ‘I’ll show you’. Then her hand slipped down to caress my breasts through my uniform, and my nipples were so sensitive from the morning’s attentions that I immediately felt aroused. I let her take off my uniform – I found later that nearly all of the women particularly enjoyed that part – and stood before her in bra, panties and stockings. She looked admiringly at my new pair of sexy panties and said how nice they were, and I blushed and mumbled something about them being a present. She removed my underwear and took me over to the bed, and positioned me on my back. For a few moments she ran her hands over my body, constantly returning to my breasts and vagina. Then she produced a strap-on dildo from the drawer in the bedside table, and my cunt went moist in anticipation. But my assumption was wrong, for instead of stepping into it she handed it to me, and said ‘I want you to fuck me’. She showed me how to put it on, and adjusted the straps so it was secure and rode in a comfortable position. Then Yoshiko knelt on the bed on all fours, pushing her ass towards me and presenting her open vulva. I needed no more invitation, and scrambled on behind her. I steadied my balance by gripping her waist above the hips, and found that this had lined up the plastic cock in almost exactly the right spot. I was too excited to wait for confirmation or instruction, and instead pushed firmly into her. She had not quite expected me to take such initiative, and it caught her by surprise in a deeply erotic way. Within moments I was bucking my hips, reaming the dildo in and out, as she beat on the mattress with her forearms and shouted at me to give it to her harder. So I did my best, and she later told me that for a first effort it had been amazingly forceful and confident, with no hesitancy. I shifted my grip to her shoulders, curving her spine and pushing still deeper with the inward thrusts. After a minute or so of really hard pounding, she gave low moan, shuddered for a few seconds, and then collapsed forward on the bed.

‘Wow!’ I said to her prone back, ‘that was mind-blowing!’. She rolled over onto her back, showing me again her stunning Oriental body, and giving me a smile like the cat that has had the cream: ‘yes, it was’. I had more than an hour of break time left, and happily agreed when Yoshiko asked me to spend it with her. During that time we made love gently, and she showed me the pleasures of position 69. I dozed for the last twenty minutes or so, lying in her arms, and that gave my body a much-needed chance to recover. Like the women in the morning, Yoshiko insisted on my accepting a twenty-pound note, which puzzled me and I took it reluctantly. I went back to work in the dining room, where we had a busy evening – it was early summer, and it looked like the tourist season was under way. Just before I left, Miss Foster asked me if I might be able to work Sunday (the next day) as well, as she was short-handed. Even though I had acquired an unexpected £60, I wasn’t sure what to do with that, and so I readily agreed to do the extra hours.

I didn’t see my friend Kate that evening: I was too tired, and we just chatted on the phone for a while about unimportant things – there was no way I was going to recount my adventures of the day over the phone, and when – or, rather, if – I told her about them I wanted to be able to see her face and gauge her reaction. In the privacy of my bedroom, with the door locked, I slipped out of all my clothes except the sexy new panties and took the vibrator which Vicky had given me out of my bag. Easing aside the crotch of the panties, I worked it in – finding I could accommodate at least five inches now without discomfort; a good deal more than before. My pussy did feel a little raw from its exercise during the day, but also deliciously sensitive. I lay back and closed my eyes, thinking of the day’s marvels: being taken by the dominant Caroline’s dildo, tasting Vicky’s pussy as she moaned in ecstasy, and ramming the strap-on in and out of the squealing Yoshiko’s cunt. The new vibrator was ten times more arousing than my faithful old bottle, and my memories were a hundred times more arousing, so it didn’t take long before I brought myself off, twice in a row.

On Sunday I walked up the hill to the hotel, and changed into my maid’s uniform in the locker room. Kate was there, but the hotel was full and there was no time to talk to her – anyway, I was still not sure what, if anything, I would say. Whilst serving breakfasts in the dining room, I thought that a number of glances were being particularly directed my way by three or four single women who were sitting at tables on their own (and who I realised probably had rooms in the Ladies’ Wing). However, I couldn’t be sure and put it down to an over-active imagination – because I was starting to surmise what the purpose of the Ladies’ Wing might be. As we were tidying the tables and setting the places for lunch, Miss Foster called me over to her and instructed me to begin cleaning a number of the rooms on the ground floor of the Ladies’ Wing. I was pleased and excited, because apart from yesterday’s two errands I had hardly set foot in it, and I was curious; I also felt (correctly, as it turned out) that I had passed some sort of threshold or test.

I walked along the ground floor corridor, and found that the rooms which I had been assigned to clean were at the further end, next to Miss Foster’s own private rooms. I had not seen into any of these on my introductory tour of the hotel, and so when I saw a door standing ajar I could not resist the temptation even though it was marked ‘Strictly Private’. On that previous occasion Miss Foster had indicated this door and called it her ‘exercise room’; as I stepped into it, I gave gasp – it was for exercises, but it was not a normal gymnasium. I knew enough to recognise from its fittings that this was a bondage room. There were manacles and rope fastenings on one of the walls, an upright X-frame, a padded leather table shaped in a horizontal X with arms and legs that could be swung wider apart, something that looked like old-fashioned stocks, and a triangular frame with a padded section like a saddle at the top. In racks or shelves on the wall were leather cuffs, chain shackles, handcuffs, ropes, gags, strap-ons, vibrators and other exotic things I could not identify – also, rather ominously, some canes and whips. The room was large, at least the size of two spacious double-bedrooms, and much of the floor at one end was taken up by two large mattresses which were covered in satiny black sheets. The windows were of frosted glass, and in any case looked directly onto the steep earth bank of the hill behind the hotel, so there was enough light but no one could possibly see in. I strolled around, fascinated by the furnishings and equipment, picking up some things and stroking others. I took down from the wall a pair of leather manacles which were joined by a short silver chain, and strapped one of them around my right wrist. My back was to the door, and I jumped in shock when suddenly I heard it click shut.

I spun round, and there was Miss Foster looking at me with a steely glint in her eye. She was standing with her back to the closed door, and her right hand held a short riding-crop which she was rhythmically slapping into her left palm ‘You know you are not supposed to come in here’, she said sharply, and I stammered excuses about the open door and just being curious. Miss Foster’s face relaxed into a hint of a smile, and she asked if I had found it interesting and exciting. ‘Oh, yes!’, I gushed, with an enthusiasm which surprised me. Miss Foster let the riding crop fall to her side, and walked across the wide room towards me. Only then did I properly take in her appearance, which had subtly changed since breakfast. She still had her trademark black boots and stockings, but her stylish black skirt had been replaced by one much shorter and tighter, almost slutty, and so brief that I was sure I could see the clips of the suspenders at the top of her stockings. She had also discarded the tasteful grey blouse she had been wearing, and as she moved her unbuttoned suit jacket swung open and I realised that all she was wearing underneath it was a sexy underwired black bra, with her cleavage clearly visible. She was a stunning vision of sexual maturity, experience and confidence; I couldn’t take my eyes off her, and she knew it.

‘Time for you to learn the ropes, my pretty’, she said, as she stopped directly in front of me. I bit my lower lip in a mixture of anticipation and apprehension, but made no other move. She slipped her jacket from her shoulders and placed it over the nearby stocks, put the riding crop next to it, and stood commandingly in front of me. I had not appreciated before the swell of her full breasts, now superbly encased and uplifted in the black lace-trimmed bra. Her assured poise and authoritative gaze simply pinned me to the spot, and her hands began to caress and squeeze my tits through my bra and the thin nylon material of the maid’s uniform. My lips parted as the pressure of her hands became firmer, my breathing quickened and I gave a kind of soft moan. Miss Foster released my orbs, took a step backwards and picked up the riding crop, and with a gesture ordered me to take off my uniform. I hastily obeyed, and in a moment was standing before my employer in just my shoes, black hold-up stockings, plain white bra and the pretty white panties which Caroline had given me (I had washed and dried them before going to bed last night, as I couldn’t resist wearing them again). Miss Foster looked disapprovingly when the stockings were revealed and told me that I would look much nicer in proper suspenders, but a smile returned as she gazed on the sexy skimpy panties. ‘Very nice’, she murmured, and then she sent a shiver through my body by running her finger down the front panel of the scanty underwear and then back up again. She admired my breasts, and ran the end of her riding crop slowly from left to right under the material of the bra cups, as my nipples became erect. She unhooked and removed my bra, and stroked my naked breasts with her fingernails until I trembled with desire. Then her hand dropped, slipping inside the V-shaped front of my panties to cup my mound. I gave a broken whimper as her hand explored my labia, parting them and running a knuckle between them. She felt my soaking wetness, and smiled again: ‘You’re ready, my dear, aren’t you?’ she asked. ‘Oh yes! Miss Foster, yes!’ I managed in reply, but her expression turned stern and she cupped my chin in one hand, making me look her in the eye. ‘In this room, you will call me Mistress’, she ordered, and I pleased her by at once replying appropriately.

Miss Foster pulled my panties down, and without needing to be told I stepped out of them, naked now apart from the shoes and stockings. She looked at the leather cuff still dangling from my right arm, and said musingly to herself: ‘No, not that one …’ She unfastened it and put it back in its place, and selected instead two matching pairs of similar restraints which had much shorter linking chains. She swung my arms behind my back and then fastened them quite tightly together, using the pair of cuffs which had almost no chain on my wrists and the other pair, which had just a few inches, to pull my elbows close together. The effect was nicely calculated to make me stand erect with my shoulders pulled backwards, so that my breasts were thrust out into the air. She cupped them again, and then rubbed the riding crop across my throbbing nipples. Next she fastened a studded leather collar around my neck, and led me by its leash to the wall, where I was fixed to a series of cuffs and chains which went around my pinioned arms and waist, and to ankle straps which pulled my legs wide apart. Miss Foster tapped the inside of my thighs quite sharply with the end of the riding crop, but when I began to look fearful she paused and assured me that I would not be hurt against my will: everything in the room was intended for pleasure, not pain. I nodded acceptance, and was rewarded by the riding crop rising between my legs to press and then grind on my crotch, separating my labia and sliding inside. The effect was amazing, and I had my first orgasm almost at once. Realising that I had come, Miss Foster knelt down and applied her mouth to my pussy, licking inside me to savour the taste of my juices. I was in seventh heaven, with this stunning, masterful woman taking possession of my body, and I orgasmed again as her tongue rasped across my clitoris.

As Miss Foster rose and wiped her lips, I saw over her shoulder the other door into the room begin to open – this was at its furthest end, and I realised it must connect directly into Miss Foster’s personal suite. Into the exercise room walked Miss Deacon – but as I had never seen her before. She was wearing slutty red shoes with three-inch heels and winding straps, red stockings held up by a red suspender belt, and a thin red quarter-cup bra that lifted her breasts and exposed her nipples – and absolutely nothing else, so that her cunt was openly on view. At once I understood that she was Miss Foster’s lover, and this was why the two of them were the only ones who lived permanently in the hotel building. Miss Deacon stalked towards us with sinuous grace, gazing avidly at my exposed young body and my tits in particular. ‘Well, Sally,’ she said to her partner, ‘It looks like your instinct was right again.’ ‘Indeed,’ replied Miss Foster, slipping two fingers in and out of my cervix and making me jerk in arousal; ‘As we thought, she’s as pretty as a peach and ripe for the plucking – and the fucking.’ I thought Miss Deacon looked stunning, and admired her back as she ran first her eyes and then her hands all over me. She was several years younger than her boss, with a slender figure and smaller, pointy breasts which the tiny bra elevated to jut even more provocatively. She turned to Miss Foster, and then dropped to her knees in front of her and asked: ‘What is your pleasure, my mistress?’ She was ordered to unzip and take down Miss Foster’s skirt, which revealed that the older woman was wearing no panties, and I gazed admiringly at the smooth swell of her shaven pubes as Miss Deacon leant forward and kissed her on the vagina.

Next, Miss Foster ordered her to go over to the X-shaped table and lie on it, face downwards. Miss Deacon’s wrists and ankles were strapped in to its four extremities, which were then pushed apart to their maximum spread. The whole table also turned on a central pivot, and Miss Foster rotated it so that Miss Deacon was looking straight at me, her face level with my pussy but about five feet away. There was a support for Miss Deacon’s chin, and I could now see that the shape of the table was cleverly designed so that woman’s breasts would hang free and could be reached from underneath. Miss Foster ran the riding crop down Miss Deacon’s backbone, snagging the bra strap and unclipping it, and then moving over her buttocks and down the inside of her right leg. The older woman looked appraisingly at her bound lover, and then selected what seemed to my young eyes an enormous strap-on from the collection on the shelf. She buckled it on, spread some lubricant along its length, and then came to stand between Miss Deacon’s opened legs. She looked over her back and directly at me as she asked the captive woman: ‘What’s it to be – cunt or ass?’ ‘Ass-fuck me, you bitch!’ moaned Miss Deacon, ‘you know I love that’. I gasped – I had never even thought of such a thing, and was both shocked and intrigued. Miss Foster slapped her partner’s rump with the riding crop, took a firm grip on her hips, and then slowly ground the dildo into the gasping woman’s anus. She began to pump in and out, and during the whole time both women gazed steadily at me, savouring my reaction to the raw sexual display in front of me. Miss Deacon began to bleat and moan, rearing up as much as her bonds would allow and sometimes shaking her head, but all of the time her eyes were locked on my face. Both women could see that I was being turned on by the sight of two experienced lesbians making out, and in turn that excited them even more. Miss Deacon gasped her way to a huge climax, coming with a combination of yelp and shriek, and Miss Foster withdrew the anal battering-ram and unstrapped her lover.

Both women now turned their attention to me. My bonds were adjusted, releasing my arms from behind me and fastening them instead to each side, and further ropes were would tightly round my chest, encasing and constricting my breasts like a bondage bra – with similar effect, lifting my tits and thrusting them out and forwards. Ropes around my knees and thighs ensured that my legs would remain fixed wide open, and another around my waist gave me almost no lateral movement. They spent a little time fondling my tits, which they both licked and sucked, and probing into my pussy, licking their fingers afterwards in appreciation. I was already highly sensitised and feeling that all my bones had turned to jelly, when Miss Foster selected another item which at first glance I took to be another strap-on. However, she explained to me that this was their invention, which they called the ‘Un-chastity belt’ or the ‘Strap-in’. It had a large vibrator, which Miss Deacon switched on and Miss Foster then pushed inside me, easing it up until all of its six-inch length had penetrated. As it throbbed inside me, already pushing me towards another climax, the rest of the device was put in place. It was very much like the reverse of a strap-on: there was a broad triangular section across my crotch which removed any chance of the vibrator coming out (and, of course, of my being able to switch it off), and there were straps around my waist and across my buttocks which held this firmly in place. They stood back to watch its effects on me, as the vibrator’s pulsing frictions deep inside me and on my vagina and clitoris swept me into a mind-blowing orgasm.

It was at this point that I discovered my love of bondage. It was precisely because I was so tightly restrained that I could let myself go completely, for anything that happened was no longer my responsibility. The bonds removed the need to consider anything other than my own physical cravings, and so they were truly liberating psychologically because they held me so securely physically. I lunged and thrashed in my ropes, my young body jerking from side to side in uncontrolled spasms, as the vibrator took me from the crest of one orgasm to the next. I was moaning, gasping, yelping and screaming, until I was further confined by Miss Foster shoving a ball-gag into my mouth and strapping it tightly behind my head. I yelled even louder into it, orgasming again, deliberately struggling in my ropes and throwing myself around as far as they permitted. My sweat-coated buttocks slapped repeatedly against the wall behind me, and my heels drummed against the skirting-board. My pelvis was shuddering, my hips spreading even further open as I stretch my pussy to encompass the pitiless fucking of the electric vibrator. The two women gazed on my uninhibited abandonment with lustful enjoyment. ‘She’s a natural’, breathed Miss Foster; ‘hot stuff,’ agreed Miss Deacon with a nod. Eventually I could take no more, having lost count of my rippling series of orgasms, and my legs glistened with sweat and the juices that had seeped from my quim. Concerned to make sure I did not pass out, they removed the wonderful fuck-machine and the ball-gag, and wiped the sweat and saliva from my face, breasts and cunt with a soft towel. Miss Foster slipped back into her mini-skirt and buttoned up her jacket, and without explanation left by the door to the main corridor. Miss Deacon gently brushed my hair with a comb and gave me a much-needed drink of water, but made no sign of releasing me from bondage.

I had nearly recovered my breath when about five minutes later Miss Foster returned. She was not alone, but led into the room more than a dozen women aged from their early 20s to early 40s. Most of them I recognized as hotel guests, and I realised they must be residents in the Ladies’ Wing; several were single, but there were some couples – and one of these had obviously been in the middle of making out, as they strolled in holding hands and completely nude apart from their high-heeled shoes. All the rest of the woman were fully dressed, with two exceptions. One was one of the youngest present, a slim and pretty redhead who was wearing black stockings which were clipped to a black basque-corset with red trimmings, so that her cunt below and breasts above were fully exposed. Her hands were tied behind her back, and the leash to the collar around her neck was held by a tall, busty black woman of around 40, who was wearing a smart executive-style power skirt-and-suit with shoulder pads. The other was towards the end of the procession, as Yoshiko came in wearing only her light kimono. She smiled at me and blew me a kiss, and I was amazed and delighted to see that she was holding the hand of Alice, the off-duty chef who would be in charge of the hotel kitchen for today’s evening meal; Alice looked a little rumpled, and I surmised that Yoshiko had recently had another good doggy-style fucking. Some of the last women to enter were also hotel staff, but by now all my shyness had gone and I regarded them with as much open interest as they directed at me. There was Lorna, the other chef, who was in her early 30s compared to Alice’s mid-20s; she was a focused and briskly efficient martinet when running the kitchen, and my only contact with her hitherto had been to follow her brusque orders as quickly as possible, but now she gave me a lazy smile which transformed her looks, and ran her tongue along her lips. She was arm-in-arm with the hotel’s main receptionist, a buxom blonde who was almost a caricature of the traditional barmaid image – I had found her to be sweet and helpful, and the idea that she might be open to my sucking on her wonderful breasts (definitely the largest on view) was mind-blowing.

Each of the women approached my bound figure in turn, singly or in couples. They ran their hands over my ripe young breasts with interest and admiration, squeezed my firm and shapely ass, and slid one or two fingers in and out of my cunt like a dipstick checking an engine for oil, inspecting and then licking their fingers afterwards. Several tweaked or flicked my nipples, and each finished by giving me a deep kiss. It was immensely arousing, especially when the captive redhead knelt beneath my crotch and slowly licked me whilst her black mistress cradled my beasts and gave me a long French kiss. I thought to myself that a three-way with those two would be a top priority, and then wondered belatedly how I had become such a slut so quickly. The serial attention was getting me worked up again, and to stifle my moans Miss Foster reinserted the ball-gag, to my considerable pleasure. After all the women had finished, Miss Foster, who had again discarded her skirt and jacket, came over to me and said that I had passed the tests of initiation into the ‘Sapphos Club’. She explained this group included many of the staff and a wide circle of visitors, and that only members of the Club could stay or work in the Ladies’ Wing – but there they had the privacy to enjoy whatever sexual activity was their pleasure, with the one rule that there was no coercion. The other rules were that the staff should accommodate whatever the guests desired, unless they had good reason to object, and that in return the guests would give a gift to anyone they propositioned – which explained my twenty-pound notes, which was the customary rate. There was no need for a gift, however, if the member of staff made the overture. Finally, the Club was secret, and neither it nor what went on in the Ladies’ Wing must ever be divulged to any non-member, and she briefly made it clear that they had ways of discrediting anyone who broke confidentiality. Then she put one hand under my chin, looking into my eyes, whilst with her other she slipped three fingers into my gaping pussy and took hold of my clitoris – as I later discovered, this was a ritual followed for every initiation. She asked if I wanted to become a member of the Sapphos Club, and would swear to abide by its rules and her decisions as its leader. I was still gagged, but my vigorous nod of agreement was clear enough, and so to confirm my oath she vigorously frigged my cunt until I jerked and shuddered in orgasm. The seal was set by every woman present taking a turn to lick and taste my come; they all congratulated me, and said what beautiful young girl I was and that I would be a real asset – my pulse raced when the statuesque black woman whispered in my ear: ‘You’ll be well-used, my pretty pussy – and I’m going to be at the head of the queue’, whilst her young bondage-mate gave me a salacious wink.

There was a final surprise still to come. Leaving me firmly roped. gagged and thoroughly aroused, the women drew back and Miss Foster nodded to the woman nearest to the door, saying ‘Bring the girls in to meet our newest member.’ The door was opened, and into the room came four of my fellow part-time hotel maids, all in their pretty uniforms. Two were girls who went to my school and I knew moderately well – one was in the year ahead of me, and one in my own class. But the real shock was the last of the four, as into the bondage room walked my stunning best-friend, Kate. I jerked in my ropes as I saw her, but almost at once I realised that she was looking at me with lust in her eyes. ‘Oh, babe,’ she gasped, ‘I’ve dreamed for so long of seeing you like this – of having you.’ I couldn’t believe my luck as she quickly stripped off her uniform, cast aside her bra and panties, and walked towards me dressed only in stockings and a suspender belt, with her sweet pretty pussy alluringly framed between its straps. She knelt in front of me, ran her fingers along my swollen and distended labial lips, and then proceeded to eat me out like an expert – but, as she explained later, she had started work at the hotel three months before me, and had been initiated into the Sapphos Club on her second weekend. I was transported into bliss – my lovely, wonderful Kate was a lesbian too, and was taking me to the heights of ecstasy. It was the start of a wonderful year, as Kate and I worked (much of the time on our backs or roped up in the bondage room) in the Ladies’ Wing at the weekends, and made love to each other whenever we got the chance during the week.

All of this happened a little over twenty years ago. A year later, Kate and I went away to university, and after graduating we both got jobs in London. We are still together and very much in love, although we have never been monogamous and have had – separately and together – sexual encounters with many other women. We both work successfully in the travel industry (a great way to meet hot babes from all over the world – I still remember the Swedish tour guide who lived with us for a couple of months in 1996), and have made quite a bit of money. In fact, we have recently been talking about maybe starting a hotel of our own … a special kind of hotel … for ladies only …

I smacked the alarm clock hard, I didn’t remember if I set it or not. God, another early morning and cold as hell. I didn’t want to get out of my nice cozy bed. I cracked open one eye and tried to see what time it actually was before I woke up completely. I am one of those types that think that the extra fifteen minutes of sleep would actually do me some good. It was almost seven am and definitely time to get up. I slowly got out of bed, dreading the fact I had to leave my warm cocoon. I stood up and stretched, my t-shirt rose up letting the cool air touch my skin. I wandered into the kitchen and found Nina waiting for the coffee pot to finish brewing. “Morning roomie.” She said not so bright eyed. “Morning babe, sleep well?” She nodded. She was always up this early, even on the weekends. She made me sick.

I leaned up against the counter, my bare ass touching the cool cabinets below, as I sipped on my orange juice. I looked over at Nina. She was in a tank top and I could see her nipples pushing hard against the thin fabric. “Girl, aren’t you cold in just that?” “No, why do you ask?” I stuck out my chest and wiggled my tits at her. She looked down at her own and noticed her erect nipples. The light shade of pink that touched her cheeks was cute. “Oh.” She said a bit more embarrassed than I had expected. “I’m not cold though, they are hard for another reason.” She giggled as she poured her cup of coffee. “What do you mean? You got someone in your room?” I asked with a smirk. “Nope, just thinking of someone I want in my room.” Again she blushed. I couldn’t understand why she was so embarrassed. We were both women, we’d always talked about whom we were hot for and now all this coyness. Read more

I had just finished a week long merger. I was as stressed as I could be. My entire body ached, so when, Richard, my partner at the firm had mentioned going to the masseuse, I asked if I could tag along. I didn’t have any plans that evening and I really needed to relax. He told me to be open minded about the whole thing, since they usually got ‘really’ friendly with you. I laughed. He was joking, right? I made a mental note to make sure I was going to be ‘paired’ with another female. I preferred the feminine touch. Richard popped into my office about ten after five and said he’d meet me in the parking lot and we’d take his car. Traffic is horrible and since I didn’t know where this place was, we both agreed one car would be best. I packed up everything I’d need. Being a lawyer, I’ve learned to keep an extra pair of everything in the office, many long nights and rumpled suits later have taught me that.

I found Richard in no time and we were off. He explained to me what he meant about the ‘open minded’ bit. There wasn’t any extra payment, or anything required of me save to relax and enjoy myself. And this place wasn’t just for anyone. We get there, at the front desk Richard is required to show proof of membership, and I had to show proof of identity. Tight ship they run there. We were escorted to a small locker room, couldn’t have been big enough to fit 2 more people in it. Richard said they have about 20 of these small rooms, it’s to make you feel comfortable and not like you’re in a gymnasium after a game. I was a bit shy at first about undressing in front of Richard, but he and I had been friends for four years now and he knew I was a lesbian. I watched as he started to disrobe and I followed suit. Soon we were both in our little white spa robes and headed off to our massage tables, in separate rooms. Read more

I’d been waiting to hit the beach ever since I moved to Florida, but one thing or another would come up and I’d have to put it off again. Finally I got my chance. I packed my suntan lotion, towel, umbrella and a steamy book into my sand proof bag and set it by the door. I rummaged through my drawers and found my bikini. I loved the way it looked on my body. My curves were left to tempt anyone who dared look at me. I felt so incredibly sexy in it. I twirled a few times in front of the mirror to make sure I looked all right. Once I was satisfied I threw on a tank top and a pair of my jogging shorts. I slipped on my sandals, picked up my bag and was out the door. I purposely left my cell phone tucked safely away in my desk drawer. Nothing was going to stop the day I had planned for myself.

I found the perfect spot on the sand and laid out my towel. I watched the families play in the ocean and couples rub lotion on each other as I stripped down to my purple bikini. I rubbed the cocoa nut scented oil onto my body and noticed there was a lifeguard center not too far from where I sat. “Oh good, at least I won’t die of sun stroke.” I laughed to myself as I lay down on my tummy. I cracked open my book; I had left off at the ‘good part’ earlier cause I wanted to have complete focus for it. As I read on I found myself getting excited, turned on. It had happened before, but never in public. I laid there for a bit trying to decide if I needed to stop or just keep going and head for the water after the juicy part was done. I decided on the latter and kept going. Read more

My morning had been crazy, four new cases and I was the only one available to take them. I was beginning to think that the day was never going to end. I listened to an endless amount of griping and bickering, and that was from my colleagues. Some how I thought pro bono work would be more gratifying. I love my work on most levels, but the people I have to deal with, namely the other lawyers, are enough to make you reconsider your career path. I guess the reason why that morning felt like it was dragging was because I had scheduled my afternoon off. My best friend from high school was going to be in town and we were going to get together for lunch. She and I had talked on the phone for the past six years, but never actually got to see each other since graduation. We were both afraid we wouldn’t click like back in the day. She and I were inseparable back then. Our other friends would pick on us; Siamese twins or lesbians take your pick. We didn’t really mind, as long as we were together. We sit up late at night talking about what it would be like to make out with each other, but neither of us had the balls to actually do it. That thought made me laugh and brought me back to the boring meeting I was in just in time to see everyone looking at me. I had to get out of there! I sank down into my chair and waited for them to carry on. The meeting, which of course was just an excuse to get everyone away from his or her offices to chitchat had lasted a small eternity. Nothing was said of any importance, just a way to waste time.

I got back to my office to find a note on my desk, “Meet Jessica at the Blue Moon Café.” My heart jumped. I knew we were going to get together, but now it was for real, it was on paper! I got to the café early and got a table facing the door. I wanted to make sure I saw her when she walked in. I didn’t have to wait long. It might have been six years, but she still looked the same, tall, long legged and blonde. She spotted me immediately and walked over. We hugged tightly as we giggled and laughed. It was a bit weird seeing her. We quickly fell into our old routine and gossiped about everything in our lives, leaving no detail out. After we’d both eaten I asked her where she wanted to go for the afternoon. “I wanna see where you work Tracey.” As much as I didn’t want to go back there, I nodded and smiled. “Sure thing hon.” I walked in and asked Monica, the firm’s secretary, to act as if I’m still out. She smiled and answered yet another phone call. I opened the door to my small office and let Jessica in. “Whoa hon, you’ve moved up in the world haven’t you?” She had to be joking. My office was large enough to fit my desk, 2 chairs opposite the desk, three five drawer filing cabinets and a dark brown couch, which was only in my office because there was nowhere else to put it. Read more