Lesbian Rape Fantasy

[Guest]

I'm looking for a hot lesbian rape fantasy. I'm a good little girl....come use and abuse me. Make me scream. I'm 19 blonde, green eyes, 5'3, 34 23 33 trimmed pussy, dress conservatively. I am not a slut or a tease....not in this fantasy at least ;-)

Who wants to play with me? start something..........

Sweet1

 

[Maryanne]

"OH, boy, I thought, poor tina, first day on the job and almost tongue-tied with insecurity." Remembering how I had been ten years ago when I started in the law firm, fresh out of college, I decided to help her get started.

"How is it going, Tina? First day on the job isn't too much fun is it?"

"Oh, it's great. I love it! But, of course, ........... yes, it is a bit difficult." she admitted at last.

The black sheath was a bit too tight, perhaps for work, would be nice for later in the day, but .............. all the males will love it, though.

"Well, relax, nobody expects you to know everything the first day. Not until the second day, perhaps!" I tried to reassure with a little humor. "Listen, any questions, any problems, why don't you come see me. I'll be glad to help with any answers I can. You'll find we are a friendly and easy going bunch, so just relax."

"How about lunch later?" I proposed. She had a nicy easy smile and her green eyes were lovely against the deep tan. I decided I liked her already.

"Oh, that would be great, Maryanne, thanks a lot."

At noon, I slipped into the round booth at Caesar's, next door to our building, and a bubbling 19 year old, lithe, tanned and gorgeous slid in across from me attracting the waiter's attention more quickly, I noted, than my being a regular did.

"Hello Arthur, what's good today."

"Oh, you are Maryanne,........... as usual!!" the waiter smiled a typical greeting. I'm a big tipper where Arthur is concerned.

 

[Guest]

I giggle and blush softly at the waiter's reply. Such a nice little place so close to work. And the waiter seems nice, I guess Maryanne comes here a lot.

"It's so nice of you to suggest this Maryanne" smiling at you "I feel more relaxed already. The first day is kinda scary....but having someone nice like you to talk to helps a lot"

I take a sip of my water, my soft eyes looking at you. I'm so lucky to have met someone like her I think to myself. And of course i'm right. You're smart, intelligent, attractive, ambitious, and kind hearted.

"Do you have any suggestions for me? tips or pointers for getting started? I'm eager to learn and would appreciate any help you can give me."

 

[Maryanne]

So that was how it started, this soft dewy-eyed, but somehow sultry young beauty asking for suggestions. I looked across at her -- sipping her water, her lips seemed to toy with the rim of the glass. She was assessing me, probably looking at me as the "Old Woman" at the office. Her eyes looked trustingly into mine as her slender fingers toyed with the edge of neckline of her simple black dress, then touched the pearls and twirled them slightly.

Her tongue slipped out and touched the rim of the glass, attracting my attention as she watched me carefully, expectantly. Her breasts provided a truly beautiful picture pushed as they were in to round, full prominence just visible where her cleavage opened like a warm sunlit valley in the modified sweetheart neckline of the dress.

"Ah, well, -- advice. Advice from the old office hen, is that it?" I looked away a moment to gather my thoughts . I realized that I had been the first to turn my eyes away from the tight bond of our eyes. What is this, I wondered, stared down by the ingénue? I'm regarded as the tough one at the office, the Iron Maiden, the other lawyers call me.

"Well, first of all, you are going to like it here very much, of that I am certain. So, the trick is to see what we can do to get you into the swing of things as quickly as possible. First suggestion? Well, I imagine tomorrow you already have planned to dress down just a bit, have you? This is a delicious dress for first impressions --- which you have certainly made! So, tomorrow, you can relax and wear something a bit less high fashion, but still work-like. I'm sure that has already occurred to you now that you have seen the rest of us?" My hand reached to touch the rich feel of the fabric in spite of myself.

"Oh, sure, I can see that." She looked doubtful. She licked her lips nervously at the criticism.

I pressed on. "It's not a big deal, just more practical." You probably haven't been able to build up much of a workday wardrobe have you? I remember how it was when I started out. Listen, you can come over and borrow from me if it will help out -- though I'm not sure we can squeeze some parts of you into my clothes, now that I look at you, I mean you really have ……. well, I mean, you're bigger on top, aren't you." I laughed nervously at the way she made me tongue-tied.

Again I found myself turning away from those haunting green eyes.

 

[Guest]

Blushing slightly I smile at you and look away. Feeling nervous with you now for the first time since starting.

"Well....I...I would appreciate anything you do for me. I'll try and dress more business like tomorrow....maybe you could help me pick something out?."

Looking at you as I speak waiting for your answer, the sun reflecting off you soft face as your head is turned away. You look back to me and I smile.

 

[Maryanne]

"An even better idea. That would be fun to do! You aren't afraid I'll turn you into a matronly look, though, are you?"

We laughed together and she seemed to pick up confidence in my reassurance. I liked her laugh to, it was free and rose and fell with enthusiasm.

"That would be so great -- when can we do it? Soon? I hope so!"

"Sure, I can't do it today, but let's see ..... how about tomorrow? Tomorrow night? Right after work? We can hit the Mall and then a bite to ear, perhaps. How is that for you?"

"Oh, Maryanne, that sounds great to me." She had turned toward me in the round booth, her knee pointed toward me. She took my hand and pulled it toward her, letting it rest on her nylon covered knee. She looked genuinely pleased with the idea.

Somehow it didn't matter that she was overusing "Great", her manner was so infectious, that I tucked it away for some future pointer, but didn't let it intrude at this moment. I 'scritched' her nyloned knee playfully. "OK, then, it's a plan! Now what will you have for lunch? As usual I'm dieting so it's the tuna salad special for me. Ugh!."

 

[Guest]

"Oh you have no reason to diet Maryanne, you look lovely" I smile sweetly "I'll have a ceasar salad and an ice tea please" I say softly to the waiter.

Excited about seeing you tomorrow night and glad to have found such a nice friend.

"You're soooo nice Maryanne....I can't think of how I can possibly repay you."

Smiling you acknowledge the waiter and we begin eating. You glance over at me and smile. I return the smile shyly.

"I can't wait for tomorrow night"

 

[Maryanne]

The next day I looked up to see my new protégé bounce through the door wearing a bright and cheerful, but not very business like handkerchief skirt with a white blouse and, I guessed, no bra. "Oh, boy, what kind of a project have I taken on?" I thought, beginning to rue the day I befriended the attractive blonde. Still I am strangely attracted by Tina's youthful exuberance and strange green eyed exotic looks.

"Hi, Maryanne," she panted breathlessly. "Is this better?" She looked very much like a large lovable golden retriever slipping and sliding on a wet tile floor, and she hung at an angle around the door frame to my office.

That genuine fresh smile was irresistible, so I smiled my reply. "We are definitely on the way there, Tina, we're on the way! The question is where?" I laughed and she went on her way. I didn't see her until quite late in the day, when she once again peered into my office with an expectant look on her face.

"Ready?"

"Yes, just one moment, while I shut down this computer. Then, as they say, we are definitely off!"

Given that her nipples betrayed the fact of her bra-less choice, I suggested we start from the inside out at Victoria's secret. "Now I KNOW that you don't really NEED a bra, ……………… I began, but, we do have all these men around the office and we really need them to do some work. So ……………. I think you might have to bend your personal preferences. OK?"

"Oh, is it obvious?" she smiled ----- I would like to say innocently, but you wouldn't believe that would you, dear reader?

"Hmmmmm yes, I would say you have driven some of them up their respective walls already today."

Tina looked a little crestfallen, so I softened my attack. "Not that you don't look beautiful that way, it's just the business is conservative."

She brightened. "You think so, ………. Really?"

"Yes, really. Now come away from the WonderBra side of the store and over here on sensible street. Still pretty, but not so Poofy! What size do you need Tina.

"Well, I'm not so sure, 34B or C, I think."

"C gets my vote, if not 'D', dear"

Taking four possibles, I lead the way to the dressing booths.

Tina loosed the remaining buttons on her blouse and slipped out of it completely without any sign of shyness. Her breasts were, well, breathtaking came to my mind. Round, full, with tidy, crisp looking dark nipples. I thought, no wonder men get into so much trouble.

Tina kept sneaking a look at me as she slipped the bra around her waist, fastening the clasp then sliding it around to the back and slipping the straps up her arms, finally tucking her breasts into the soft nearly see-through cups. It didn't seem to fit well and I reached to adjust it, but the back of my hand slipped under the bra and along the side of her breasts, making her nipples stand out immediately. We both noticed and tried to pretend it didn't happen. The touch was strangely electric and we both felt it.

 

[Guest]

I smile sweetly, blushing at your touch. My body shivers. Lips parting slightly and I gasp. You try to pretend like nothing happened but we both know better....as the tremble in your fingers tells me.

"There....that's a c how does that feel?" you ask quickly, stepping back away from me.

"Well...it's a little tight, maybe we should try the d?" my eyes flash to you questioningly, strangely unable to forget the feel of that first soft touch.

"I...I think you know what you're doing now" you answer me seeming a little nervous yet strangely eager. "Try the d and see which you like better than we'll see about a suit or sensible skirt for you to wear."

"Okay...." I answer you my voice soft and shy....not sure what i'm feeling or why.

 

[Maryanne]

The effect had surprised me. The touch had sent a definite tingle through me, turning my own nipples as rigid as Tina's looked. I turned to go.

Tina stood with her arms straining to reach the clasp in the back. The movement thrust her breasts out toward me, they swayed in a remarkably lovely arc and I knew it was time to get out of there and find something to cover this girl up.

"Oh, Maryanne, will you unsnap this? They are so tight when they are new." She turned her back and waited. I slipped the clasp loose and the bra slipped down her arms. She turned toward me and I couldn't keep my eyes off the way the lacy cups of the bra clung to her round breasts until she shrugged, letting it fall the rest of the way into her hands.

The tingle had found it's way to my knees now, which were suddenly a little weak. I left muttering to myself, "What on earth is happening to you? Getting nervous over another girl, and one so young as this one? Good Grief."

I stood pretending to read a label, but actually thinking over the strange feelings I was having about my mentoring project. I was in suspended animation until I heard Tina's cheerful voice close by my right ear.

 

[Guest]

"Mmmmmmmm........this is so much fun Maryanne. A good start don't you think?" My soft voice right next to you, my breath on your neck makes you jump. You turn a little shaken still.

"Maryanne? Is something wrong honey?" I ask you, smiling sweetly at you, my soft eyes staring into you. "What should we look at next?? Skirts? Dresses??......I can't wait to continue."

 

[Maryanne]

"Oh! ……………. Sorry, I was daydreaming! Right! A good start. Are you all set? They really are pretty things aren't they? Got the fit right you think?" I was babbling from my very slight disorientation, but I began to recover. "Good god, a mere girl!" I thought to myself.

"All right then," I said, "you are a definite candidate for The Gap, and they are just across there. I'm working up an appetite, too aren't you?"

" OH, yes, I'm famished" don't they say you shouldn't shop when you are hungry?"

Rolling my eyes heavenward, I replied, "Tina, that's the supermarket,………. The supermarket you don't do when you are hungry! Crikey!" I had to laugh though at her naiveté'. She really is a lamb lost in the wood, but so sweet she is hard to resist, I thought.

We had no trouble finding really cute things for her in The Gap. The styles are just perfect for her, slightly sexy, but not to blatant either. My conservative nature could have done without Tina walking out of the changing room in one of the gorgeous panty and bra sets she had just bought and hailing me at the top of her voice: "Maryanne, could you bring me a size larger in this, please?"

Having recovered our collective composure, we were soon taking a back booth at T.G.I. Friday and two Margaritas were on their way.

"A margarita? Sounds good, I've never had one!" Tina bubbled.

 

[Guest]

Two margarita's gone and a third on the way as I start to eat my salad, giggling like a young school girl.

You smile sweetly "You might want to slow down a little there dear, I think those margarita's a going straight to your head.

"I think you're right" giggle, "but they're so good, and i've never had one before, besides it's Friday night time to let loose!" laughing waving my arms a little. Giggling my leg brushes yours without really realizing it.

"Okay Tina, but becareful about how much you drink alright?" you smile.

"Oh I will don't worry" giggling again I lean in close to you, whispering "i'm really not much of a drinker"

YOu laugh "Oh Tina, I never would have guessed.

We both laugh, chatting and laughing through the meal, ordering wine with our pasta dishes. By the end i'm giggling loudly, sliding over closer to you sipping on another margarita. Resting my head on your shoulder.

"Oh Maryanne, you're such a good friend....I don't think i've ever had a friend like you before"

The effect of the alcohol taking it's toll perhaps on both of us, I hardly notice as you brush your leg against mine...

 

[Amadeus]

The margaritas were a mistake, I thought, a little belatedly. Tina was giggling loudly and waving her arms in exhuberant conversation.

"Tina, this is absolutely our last one. I think you like these things, don' you? I was aware that my own words were coming out a bit oily.

Under the white table cloth, I felt Tina's knee touch mine. Again, it was more than just a touch, it was something which was almost electric. Then it became more than just a casual contact as Tina leaned toward me making a rather loud point of how much she liked me. Well, I liked her too, it was infecious.

"Ooops! Sorry," she muttered, "Is that you I kicked, ..... or the table?" She closed her legs around mine under the table, exploring to find the obstruction.

"Oh, it is you!" she giggled, "not that I can't tell your leg from a table leg!" She went into peals of laughter at this joke, as I kneed her away playfully.

But the accidental contact felt intimate, and I rather enjoyed the prolonged sensation of nyloned leg against nyloned leg. The touch felt hot and a certain breathlessness found voice in my throat. It was surely the liquor causing it, I thought, but I definitely felt a twinge of guilty pleasure in her touch.

"Listen, Tina, you are in no condition to go all the way home. Why don't you stay in town with me tonight. We can have some more girl talk and you certainly have enough clothes for tomorrow now. What do you think?"

Tina thought it would be "Wunnerful!" As the elevator door opened, I found myself steadying her with an arm around her waist and guiding her to my door. She leaned against me as I fumbled with the key.

"You're wunnerful, Maryanne, you know that? Oops, did I say wunnerful? I mean wonDerfullllll!" Her giggling seemed to bounce along the hallway as I finally managed to get the door open and gently pushed my protege inside, a smile on my face.

 

[Guest]

"Woooo" I laugh loudly, giggling and staggering slightly trying to stand on my feet.

Swaying slightly moving towards the couch. You smile watching me, carefully closing and locking the door behind us.

I move slowly to the couch sinking into it quickly. "mmmmm.. Maryanne this is sooo nice of you" I mumble slightly my words slurring a little, still beginning to think a little clearer now. "You're just sooo good to me, such a good friend"

My head rests against the back of the couch, heavy, my eyes drooping. "Whooo....I think I did have a little too much to drink."

Watching me you smile walking slowly towards me.....

 

[Maryanne]

"How do you like my big fluffy couch? Isn't it comfortable?"

"Oh, yesssss, it just swallows me up. It is sooooo soft! Come on, sit down, there's plenty room." Tina had slipped out of her pumps and her long legs were extended down the length of the couch. She pulled her knees up to leave room for me, her skirt slipping down her legs.

There was something vaguely distracting about carrying on the conversation over her up drawn knees -- her skirt in her lap, her bright fuchsia panties gleaming under her pantyhose. I guess it was the difference in our age.

She slipped her toes under my thighs in a very cozy manner. "Oh, do you mind, Maryanne? I love to have someone sit on my toes, it feels like a great massage!"

"No, I don't mind, OK, sure." We talked about the shopping tour, which we both enjoyed, thoughts about growing up, high school boyfriends, and the usual other things. Tina was still a little tipsy but getting more lucid all the time.

Feeling that I should be providing the sensible direction for the rest of the evening I said, "Listen, we had better getting to bed, there's work tomorrow, you know!"

"Oh, I know, but rats …………. I'm so enjoying this. It has been so much fun, Maryanne. But, you're right, it's after 1 AM."

"Well, you can have the shower first if you like. I'll find a gown for you to sleep in. You can have my bed and I'll bunk here on the couch. Sound like a plan?"

"Great whatever you say!"

I lead the way into the bedroom, pointed to the bathroom and shower. And opened a drawer with several nighties. "Here you are, pick something for yourself." I turned on the shower to get it warmed up.

Tina was slipping out of her clothes and stood in panties, pantyhose, reaching to unsnap her bra. I glanced away. "Stay here and talk to me, will you?"

I started undressing myself and watched her pert bottom as she walked to the shower door. She turned toward me standing in the door, flicking an imaginary something off her nipple.

"Look, Maryanne, it's a shame to sleep on the couch, this is such a big comfortable bed……………….. Why not just bunk together? It's fine with me, if it's OK with you. C'mon, It'll be like girl scout camp!"

 

[Guest]

I smile inwardly as you look at me, trying to not let it show as you stare at my young body. Dropping my bra with the rest of my clothes I begin to slowly slide out of my pantyhose leaving just my panties.

Out of the corner of my eye I watch you slip quietly out of your clothes, turning away from me as you do, slipping the thin nightgown on over your bra and panties.

I smile, slipping on the sheer see through one knowing you can easily see my breasts, my hard nipples pressing against the fabric.

Sitting softly on the edge of the bed i stare up at you. "So, what do you say Maryanne? It's silly of you to be on the couch when the bed is so big and comfy"

I smile sweetly at you patting the bed gently.

"Well..." you answer after some hesitation. "I guess it couldn't hurt.

"Great" I smile enthusiastically, sliding up on the bed, laying on top of the covers still watching you.

You walk ackwardly around to the other side of the bed and climb in slipping in under the covers. I almost giggle out loud watching your ackwardness, slipping my slim body in under the covers too, our feet brush each other and you smile.

"Good night" you smile as you flick off the light. Closing your eyes trying to relax and feel comfortable.....you feel my leg brushing softly against yours and your eyes open.....

 

[Maryanne]

" Shhhhhh! ………….. I hear water running! Listen! ……………………….. Yikes! I turned on the shower! I forgot." I threw back the covers and streaked for the bathroom. No damage done. I walked through the clouds of stream, reached for the knob.

"TINA. I think I'll take a quick shower while I'm in here!" Things are getting a little out of hand, I thought, I'd better take a moment to think. I hung up the nightgown, stepped out of my panties and loosed my bra. The steam felt good still hanging in the air and I could feel it gather on my skin making me damp all over. I stepped under the stream, feeling the sharp needles of the spray on my breasts. "Ohhhhh it feels so good" I muttered, and began soaping a large soft wash mitt that never fails to soothe my body.

Suddenly the door swung open and I felt a rush of cooler air. "Can we share?" she was wide awake and back to her earlier exuberance. Tina squeezed into my small shower. "Plenty of room for two!" she said, as her body slid against my wetness. "Oh, you feel so good and soapy slick! Woooooooooooooo, yummy!" Tina's laughter echoed around the tiled bathroom. I laughed in spite of my self.

"Here Maryanne, let me wash your back, I love having someone wash my back, don't you?" She had the mitt of my hand and onto hers and turning me around, began soaping my back with nice little circular motions that made me nearly purr with pleasure. Her hand worked the lather down to the curves of my bottom, hesitated a moment and then slipped lower. She knelt and soaped my buns and down my legs and then back up. Hesitating again, her hand slipped the huge mitt between my legs, jiggled twice and slipped out again with a laugh. "There, I got all of your back!" Peels of nervous laughter, including mine, again filled the room. "Now my turn!"

Her breasts bobbed as she stood and handed my the glove. They looked like extra large peaches hanging from a tree after a rainstorm, the water beading on the smooth roundness. She turned and I began soaping her back. I realized that it was really fondling her and it made me a little nervous. I couldn't quite bring myself to duplicate her daring move of slipping the mitt between her legs, though. I turned over in my mind the thought of caressing those pouty pussy lips, but decided that would be past the bounds of good sense.

"Who's game for a 'front rub'" she laughed, holding her hand high in the air and turning those charming breasts toward me once again.

"Oh, OK, Tina. Are you spoiled or what?" I chided her gently. I turned to the task, the big mit making swirls of soap across and around her breasts, moving sleekly over her body. Tina, preened in front of me, thrusting her breasts out for more attention. Her nipples were pink and perky and very hard.

I couldn't help it really. Washing two breasts with one mitt just doesn't seem balanced and I found myself soaping the other breast with my bare hand. Tina's eyes opened wide with the first contact, then closed again with pleasure as I finished washing front, the mit finally slipping easily over her virginal little mound with it's neat tuft of blond hair now matted into invisibility by the soapy water.

"My turn," she smiled, taking the mitt from me and soaping it full of creamy suds.

I shivered with pleasure as her hands roamed over my breasts and then lingered in large circles around my tummy.

"Doesn't that feel GOOD Maryanne! I love this big soapy mit. I have to get one!"

I couldn't deny that it did indeed feel good.

I grabbed two of my biggest and fluffiest towels and we toweled off quickly. Tina slipped into my see through night gown and looked beautiful as she strode toward the bed. I let my gown fall down over my body. My mind flirted with the concern that we were now going to be in bed together and neither of us would have panties or bra. Nude, together, our bodies freshly steamed by the shower. I shook my head to try to shake the thoughts out of it, but I couldn't.

My better judgement or my modesty made me turn to my panty drawer and slip into panties which would lend at least a little decomum to the situation. I turned out the lights and followed my young protégé' to bed. "Who is teaching whom?" I thought to myself.

We were quickly asleep. I heard Tina's regular breathing beside me just as sleep overcame me. I found that a strangely comforting feeling and fell asleep with a smile on my lips. What a day.

I dreamt that something was holding me. I struggled, but I couldn't seem to get loose. I struggled and struggled, but my arms were held by something. My legs seemed bound too. I couldn't make out what it was, but I couldn't seem to get loose. Fitfully, I tossed back and forth. As I slowly awoke, there was the glow of candlelight ……. I was still logy with sleep ……………..

 

[Guest]

"Mmmmmm.....awake my pet?" my voice purrs softly. You feel my hand slide over your stomach, fingers scratching through the thin fabric.

You stir, moaning slightly, trying to clear the cobwebs. The room alight with candles, you pull again at the bounds still wondering if you are dreaming. I giggle and you feel one hand rubbing over your stomach and breasths through the gown, as the other slowly slides up your leg pushing the nightie gently up over you.

Leaning in over you, you feel my breath on your face, purring softly. "Time to wake up Maryanne" my voice whispers softly, my lips pressing gently against yours.......

 

[Maryanne]

"Tina? What …………… are you doiiinnng?" My mind was bewildered. The scene was unreal. "Dreaming? Still?" It seemed likely, yet the reality began to creap into my mind. I was in my own bed. Someone was gently caressing my stomach. What? Tina, what are you doing?" I could feel the tension in my stomach muscles and then even more as reality started to set in with the touch of her hand on my breast. I strained against the nylon stocking wrapped around my wrist. I started giggling. "Tina, come on, let me loose, this feels funny. What are you doing?"

"Oh my god!" I thought, she is going to kiss me. I felt her breath kiss my lips first. I turned away for a moment, then returned to stare at this beautiful young girl, her face glowing in the candle light, her hand softly covering my breast. I was responding to her touch in spite of myself. I could feel that my nipple had stiffened and was poking against her palm. I could almost feel it crinkling with excitement. I still fought with the thought that this was another of her adolescent pranks. I relaxed a little bit, though my heart was going like a trip hammer (whatever on earth a trip hammer is - it occurred to me that as often as I had read that, I never looked it up).

"Ohmigod!" I could feel her breath and now I felt myself drinking it in, enjoying the sense of breathing her breath. Then our lips were actually touching. I could feel the slight tackiness of her lipstick against mine. It was a light kiss, feather light, feeling good, tasting good, her head moved from side to side, the roughness of her lips spreading open the soft fleshiness of mine. "Oh, Tina, don't you think we should stop this?" I murmured. "Come on now, untie me." I spoke quietly, but firmly, I thought.

 

[Guest]

My lips press softly to yours, tasting you, my tongue sliding genly over the moist lips. Your breathing slightly laboured. My eyes sparkling with delight as they stare into yours......

"Mmmmm..." I moan softly ignoring your gentle protests. You murmur for me to stop and to untie you and I giggle softly.

Sitting back, rested comfortably between your legs I slide the night gown off over my head and toss it aside. You stare at me watching as I move closer to you. You feel my hands caressing your legs and realize your gown is up around your butt.

"T-tina...." you murmur softly staring at me. My hands slide up your thighs inching towards your panty clad crotch.

"Mmmmmmm.....doesn't that feel good Maryanne??" I giggle as I speak

"L-let me go Tina," you say the words again, clearer with slightly more conviction now.

"Oh but the fun is just starting Maryanne.......and I do so like to have fun" you feel my fingers pulling slowly at your panties, inching them down.........

 

[Maryanne]

"TINA! Stop! What are you doing to me?" But Tina is bothered neither by my protests of by my struggling. "My god, I think she is serious!!" I think to myself.

She tugs at my panties and I press my bottom into the bed as hard as I can to keep this little semblance of defense in place. I feel her mouth against the crotch of my panties, her hands still tugging at the waist band. Her hands change to fondling my hips as she plants kisses against the crotch of my panties. I feel her blowing through the fabric, warming the lips of my pussy, as if they weren't already hot enough. It felt delicious, I have to admit, but strange to have a girl doing this. It seemed surreal to me, as if I had been dropped into a movie set some place. I felt her lips circling against my pussy lips and heard her soft muling sounds


"MMmmmmmnnnnnnhhhhh! MMMMMMMaaarrrrryyyyyaaaaannnnnneeeeee., mmmmmmmmmmmmm , sweet Maryanne. …………… mmmm" Lisa murmured against me, teasing my already wet pussy with the vibration the words made tripping off her lips.

I realized that my panties would not come off because my legs were spread wide and tied to the posts of the bed. I relaxed again and turned to trying to reason with her. I could see her smiling eyes above the dark tangled curly triangle of my mound. Her nose was just buried there on top of the peak. She looked cute and playful, but her green eyes burned with a secret passion. Her finger had slipped past the leg of my panties and slipped along the ridge of the crease made by my pussy lips. I could tell by the way her finger slipped along that my traitor or a pussy had revealed my excitement to her with it's copious juices.!

"Maryanne, yooooou are sooooooooooo nnnnnice and juicy. Wow. ………. Do you mind me saying that? Do you mind me knowing? Hmmmm?"

"Tina, you really have to stop you know. You are sweet, and fun, but you are going a little bet far, don't you think?"

To my surprise, she got up immediately. I wasn't sure if I was happy about the Victory or not, I had to confess. She disappeared for a minute into the bathroom and then returned. I noticed how beautiful she way once again. Her trim, plump mound, split by the tight slit between her legs, the curve of her waist, her lovely breasts.

"Where was she going?" I wondered. That was soon cleared up when she sorted through my lingerie drawers and found a bright red scarf and came back with another object hidden behind her back. She knelt by my head. I caught the scent of my favorite perfume 'Poeme'; she had apparently borrowed a dab of it and placed it to mingle with her own sweet virginal scent, now so pungent in my nostrils. She spread her knees more and the mingled scents made my head reel just a little. Her next move shocked me.

"NO!" I screamed. "no ………"

She pulled the scarf into place as a gag, knotting it tightly, silencing my protests.

My eyes rolled in silent protest, my forehead wrinkled with disbelief. Tina smiled down at me, kissed me first on the forehead and now on the mouth, searching for my tongue around the gag. She smiled again and moved back between my wide spread legs with the object still hidden behind her back.

Now it was revealed to my mumbled protest and great fear, she produced a tiny pair of scissors. "What is she going to do?" My mind raced ahead.

Tina pulled my panty crotch away from my body.

"Oh Maryanne, ………….. your panties are so wet it makes it hard to cut them off of you!" She smiled up at me as her hands sawed away at the soggy fabric of my best Victoria's Secret Body Magic panties.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmgh!" I said, as eloquently as I could.

 

[Amadeus]

The candlelight flickered, casting a huge shadow of Tina against the wall. I thrashed about as the sound of her snipping scissors and the cold steel of the blade threatened the tender flesh of my pussy. Suddenly my wetness was chilled slightly by the cool air now free to roam across my shivering nether lips. "Mmmmfffffggggg!" I objected through my gag, my eyes nearly ready to tear up.

Tina, sat back on her haunches between my wide spread legs and examined her handiwork, my panties now converted to 'crotchless' style they were never intended to be. She stared for a moment, then looked up into my eyes as if she were helpless to stop. She didn't smile, she just looked sadly serious. Her hand reached toward me, her eyes again fascinated by what she had done.

Her touch was gentle, so gentle. Her eyes returned to look deep into mine.