Unspoken Pleasure

I quickly went between Karen’s bound legs and began feverishly licking her clit, not touching the toy that was still buzzing away inside her. As soon as my mouth made contact, Karen let out a scream of pleasure and kept moaning as I sucked her clit into my mouth. In only a few short seconds, juice was spraying all over my face as she surged through a wickedly powerful orgasm. As she kept moaning, I kept my mouth on her clit until she got so sensitive she begged me to quit. I then stood up, my face soaked with her cum and kissed her. I broke the kiss and asked playfully, “How does your cum taste on your temp Mistress’ lips, my temp slave?”

“Yummy,” she was barely able to say, still recovering from her orgasm.

Megan untied her and said, “You ladies had better get home, you have school in the morning.”

“Yes, Mistress,” we chorused.

Megan kissed us both and sent us on our way. Before we separated, she for her car and I for my house, Karen, somewhat recovered from the evening’s events said, “See you tomorrow, my sexy little slut.”

“See you tomorrow, Mistress Karen,” I responded.

She kissed me one last time, right out in the open, although it was dark and no one was around. She then instructed me, “Wear the white thigh highs tomorrow.”

“Yes, Mistress Megan,” I said, back in our traditional roles, as Karen turned towards her car. I watched her walk around the corner, then walked the few steps to my home.

Tired past exhaustion, I fell asleep the moment my head hit the pillow.

**********ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

WEDNESDAY FEBRUARY 5th: Almost Caught… Mom is a dyke?

By the third day of my new life, things began to settle into a bit of a routine, if such exciting new experiences can be considered routine. Boys stared at me as I sauntered by, girls gossiped horrible stories about me, and a power shift in Camelot… I mean the cheerleader squad… was clearly occurring. Sabrina continued to treat me like a peasant, but was less harsh in her criticisms of me; interestingly, she and the rest of the cheerleaders were wearing red stockings and heels today, while Karen and I were the only two wearing the white ones. Ashley, on the other hand, was always super nice to me and placed her gentle hand on my nylon-covered leg on a couple of occasions during lunch. She didn’t caress me or anything, but she lingered there the first time for almost a minute, then the second time for probably five minutes. I liked it.

Near the end of lunch Troy came up to our table and asked me, “So Jenny, are you free this weekend to go out for supper and a flick?”

I was immediately petrified: I’d never had a date with a boy, nor did I really want one.

Karen saved me by explaining, “Sorry Troy, she’ll be my date all weekend; we’ll be at the cheerleader retreat.”

“Oh, well I’d love to be a part of that,” he flirted, his eyes locked on mine.

I looked away nervously as thankfully Karen continued carrying the ball, “I bet you would. You probably fantasize one big dyke orgy, don’t ya?”

“Well,” he said, slightly embarrassed.

Karen stood up and walked over to him and vamped, “Don’t worry, we’ll be sure to make your fantasy come true even if you aren’t there to see it.” She briefly rubbed his dick through his pants (as my eyes popped out of my head!) and then ordered me, “Let’s go, Jenny.”

I quickly got to my feet and followed obediently. Karen was laughing as we left the cafeteria, “The funny thing is, this weekend will be a lesbian orgy of sorts, and you’ll be the center of it.”

“I will?” I gasped.

“Oh yes,” Karen said, “You’re sharing a room with Sabrina, Ashley and me and your job title will be initiate pussy pleaser.”

“Oh!” I squeaked, terrified.

The bell rang and I headed to class. Sally and Eleanor were also dressed differently today. Although not dressed as sluttily and as revealingly as I was, both had on long tight skirts and tights. I complimented them on their sexy look and they both blushed. Before class started we chatted as if nothing had changed since last week. We talked about Chuck, which is the best show on TV, complained about classes and discussed other generic nothingness. After class I gave both of them quick pecks on the cheek before leaving, something I’d never done before.

I then headed out to meet with Karen and we quickly made our way to English class. As Megan had instructed, I decided to take it slow. I sat at my desk and simply slid my feet in and out of my heels all class long. If she didn’t look down for a period of time, I made sure to drop my shoe on the floor. Miss Morgan seemed distracted, but only Karen and I knew why. It made my pussy damp, knowing the power I had. As class ended, Miss Morgan handed back our graded poems. She handed me mine last and offered me a slight smile. I took the paper and looked at it. I got an A and the following comment: “A vivid poem that builds to a powerful climax.” An unexpected laugh escaped my mouth as I read the last two words and Miss Morgan looked at me and began to say something but then didn’t. I said, “Thanks! See you tomorrow, Miss Morgan,” and left class.

My third cheerleader practice was another exhausting workout, but again I ended up less tired than I’d been the day before. Karen drove me home again, and again invited herself in. My Mom was in the kitchen making supper and Karen walked over and gave my Mom a kiss on both cheeks before saying, “Mrs. Wyatt, you look amazing today.”

My Mom blushed and said, “Thank you Karen and again, please call me Amy.”