This story explores several different fetishes including wetting, panties, light bdsm, submissiveness, a lot of incest, noncon/reluctance, trans girl and of course, lesbian. There is also kind of a ddlg thing with spanking. Be warned, the tgirl part is not a small part. The story overall story focuses on her more than the other four girls, especially towards the end.
Originally, each girl’s story was supposed to be really short (like the first one). But that didn’t happen… I had some pretty good ideas that I had to give time to develop, so each story could actually be a stand-alone. Tell me which was your favorite.
All my girls are 18+ and so are all their characters (including their past selves.)
Shante wore a babydoll, black with violet. Lacy cups squeezed, lifted and displayed most of her large D-cup breasts, the sheer skirt hanging down from underneath to just barely veil her little black thong. All the rest of her smooth, chocolate skin was on display, her short, curvy body complemented by a simply pretty face, big brown eyes and a smile that dimpled the pinchably puffy cheeks under her short black curls.
Kira, with her lengthy legs, her fit, athletic build and brown sugar skin, wore yellow cotton panties and a thin white tank that wasn’t impossible to see through. Her deliciously modest hills featured healthy dark nipples that were already poking through. She was naturally beautiful, with long black hair she wore straight down her back.
Between Kira’s legs sat her skinny little sister, Charity. With much lighter skin, wavy brown hair of a similar length, hazel eyes, a wide, bace-faced smile and a flat chest (with prominent, lickable nipples), she provided a more than subtle contrast to the older girl. Charity wore white cotton panties, knee high white socks and a pink cropped t-shirt she’d cut to show off her sexy, taut tummy.
Danielle, with her milk white skin, copper hair and gray-green eyes, stood out the most among the group. She wore a turquoise teddy with black lace boundaries. The sexy one-piece left a healthy portion of her perfect C-cup breasts out and the thong back narrowed between her perky cheerleader’s ass cheeks.
Hailey had gorgeous, copper skin that seemed to glow, a model-esque frame, tall and slim, dark brown hair, full, feminine lips and curvy little hips that led down to her thin, dainty legs. She was dressed in a black open-cup corset that lifted her apple A-cups but left them exposed, black fishnet stockings on her lenthy legs and garter straps that attached them to the hem of her corset. In the middle she wore tiny black thong panties that comfortably set between her perfect bottom and displayed a noticeable, but modest, little bulge in the front.
The girls had a summer tradition that began after they graduated high school. They had a sleepover hosted by Shante, and what started off as a confession of how each one lost her virginity became something more. Three out of the four girls (Charity wasn’t there) hadn’t lost their virginity yet and so, lied. The stories they told got everybody hot and bothered and each girl snuck off to touch herself.
Eventually they confessed they had lied but no one was even mad, not even Shante, the only girl whose story was true. Figuring hot, imaginative stories were better than confessions of tepid sex, a precedent had been set and a tradition was born. The girls would have sleepovers a few times a year and each time they’d share exciting new fantasies, making each other horny and growing closer as girlfriends.
The girls arranged themselves in an intimate circle in Shante’s bedroom. Shante was the only one seated on a small ottoman and the other girls all spread out on the floor in front of her. They chatted giddily, obviously eager for the main event of the night.
“Alright bitches, it’s storytime! I wanna hear your sexiest, filthiest stories! I want my panties dripping wet tonight, so don’t hold back. I have been looking forward to this all year so bring it. Try to keep your hands out your panties until the very end. I don’t want anybody to cum until it’s time. That goes for you too Kira, keep your hands out your sister’s panties.”
“They’re not in her panties they’re on her panties,” Kira snickered devilishly,
rubbing her sister’s pussy through her white panties. She sniffed her fingers quickly, making the other girls giggle, then wrapped her hands around Charity’s waist. “I’ll play with it when we start, okay,” she whispered in her sister’s ear. Charity nodded and smiled.
“We heard that,” Shante chuckled. “Though I love how you take care of her, you two need to wait at least until we’re a few stories in. There will be plenty of time for that. I promise. ”
“Okay okay,” Kira said, holding her hands up in the air.
“You guys got Hailey excited already,” Danielle said, directing everyone’s attention to the small tent in Hailey’s panties.
Hailey shrugged and smiled unabashedly, leaning back on her hands to flaunt her little penis.
“Modesty, sweetie,” Shante said.
“Yes, Ms. Keebler,” Haily said obediently and immediately crossed her legs to the side and shyly nipped her lip, looking up at her bestfriend and mistress with lustful doe eyes.
“Good girl. Now-”
The other girls began to snicker. “When did that happen!?” Danielle burst out laughing. Shante smiled and shrugged while Hailey dropped her face in shame. Danielle, picking up on her embarrassment reassured her. “No, no, it’s hot. Like sooo hot! I would love to be Shante’s subbie. You’re so lucky and I’m just jealous.” She then rubbed the sensitive girl’s back until the blushing stopped, then kissed her quickly on the lips.
Shante silently watched her friends kiss, noting how they both looked to her for approval after. The way the room stilled, how Charity and Kira tensed, and how Danielle and Hailey seemingly awaited her next instructions, Shante could have ordered the two to make love right then and there. But instead she directed her attention to her original purpose. “Okay hoes, as usual, I’ll go first…
“So, I was barely passing Calculus and the final was coming up. I was pretty sure I was gonna fail because I hadn’t been to class for like, weeks, so I decided to talk to my professor to see what I could do to pass. I head to his office. Now mind you, it’s pretty damn cold outside so I’m dressed in layers; an undershirt, but no bra, a hoodie and a jacket with like some old jogging pants or something. My hair’s in a messy ponytail, and… basically I look like a bum, nothing sexy about me.
“I get to his office and at first we’re talking about my grade, and the final and derivatives and integrals and, y’know math stuff. And then he sees that I’m starting to look uncomfortable because it’s hot as shit in his office. But instead of saying, ‘hey, put your fucking coat on that hook over there,’ or whatever, he comes around the desk and just starts to pull it off me by the sleeve.
“So, I just let him, thinking it a little awkward but shrugging it off as… I don’t know, a weird old guy thing. And as he goes to put my coat on the hook, I could swear he sniffed at it a little, but I wasn’t sure. Like, who the fuck sniffs coats, right? But then he says, ‘you know what would really help your grade?’ and starts to rub my shoulder. So, I already know where this is going, so I stand up and tell him he got the wrong idea, that I’m not trying to fuck my way into an A.
“He stops me before I could get to the door and for some reason, I listen to what he has to say. ‘This is what you came for. Even if you don’t know it. I can see the slut in you, Shana, I’ve seen it since the first week of class-‘ Then I corrected him. ‘It’s Shante, not Shana,’ and he just smiles, knowingly, like I just made some fatal mistake, and I realize I did. I made several telling mistakes. One, instead of getting the hell out, I thought to correct him. Two, I’m so engrossed in what he has to say, I didn’t notice he had unzipped my hoodie and was sliding it off my shoulders as he smirked at my correction. I was shocked.
“But no matter how shocked or disgusted or scared I thought I was, I couldn’t stop him from sliding my hoodie off. I didn’t even try. ‘This is inappropriate,’ I said in the smallest of voices. He just nodded with his smirk and grabbed my breast. I gasped and instinctively pushed his hand away and said, ‘no! I’m not like that.’ But he was actually turning me on, which is what scared me. If he knew I was a slut by looking at me, wouldn’t he know how horny I was when my nipples were poking holes through my little tee?
“I decided I had to get out of there. I picked up my hoodie and grabbed my coat as fast as I could and told him I was leaving, and that I would never tell if he let me go. I grabbed the doorknob and twisted it, but right when I pull it open, he pulls my jogging pants down below my knees. I gasped and quickly shut the door so I wouldn’t get caught with my pants down. I was in awe of his audacity, and his confidence and his boldness! I mean, god, his career and probably freedom on the line and he’s still pushing my buttons. It was turning me on. I started to believe he was right about me, that I was just a little slut hoping to get fucked by the professor.
“But still I tried to resist, even though my body wasn’t cooperating. When his hand went between my legs I could feel how wet my pussy was, just as he did. I didn’t mean to moan, or spread my legs wider, or arch my ass back into him. It was like he had me on a leash. My body was already his and I was just figuring it out. “‘Oh, look how wet your pussy is. Look how bad you want it. Tell me you want it. You want it, don’t you Shana. You little slut girl, tell me how bad you want it.’ He pushed my panties aside and slipped a finger inside me, and taunted me and teased me and made me squirm and quiver.
“I was so scared, but my fear just made me hornier. I told myself to shout for help. I thought that if my body wouldn’t cooperate and fight him off maybe some other man in the building would. But the only thing that came out my mouth was, ‘Shante. My name is Shante.‘ I must’ve sounded like a stupid little girl. I’m in a old professor’s office being violated in the worst way and the only thing I can think of is how much it annoys me that he doesn’t know my name. If he didn’t know he had me before, he knew it then. It was like he was sure I’d melt the entire time but he was witnessing his prophecy come to fruition.
“‘It doesn’t matter who you are, Shante. It only matters what you are. Now what are you Shante? Tell me.’ With my pants down in an old professors office, my pussy so wet that I can feel his fingers gliding freely inside, moaning and rolling my hips against his hand, how could I deny what I truly was?
“‘I’m a slut,’ I say reluctantly, my heart jumping at the filthy words. It was like I shared a secret with him, a secret he had always known. ‘I’m such a slut, I’m a dirty little slut,’ I say with more emphasis, allowing myself to fully enjoy my violation, releasing all reservations.
“‘Mhm, now tell me what this slut wants?’ he says as he slides my panties down to my knees. He reaches around my body and puts his hands underneath my shirt to play with my breasts, squeezing them and twisting my nipples so hard I could cry. He takes full liberty with my boobs as he lifts my top up above them, exposing them to the open air. I’m so scared and so horny and so confused all at the same time, but all I can think is how bad I want this to happen to me. How bad I want this man to take advantage of me and fuck me like the slut we both know I am. It’s like the ultimate compliment, to be taken against your will and used like a thing. So I squirm and resist his molestation like I don’t want him to fuck me, praying to god that he would.
“My refusal makes him a little angry and he gets forceful, pressing his hips forward into my ass, sandwiching me between him and the door. I whimper like I hate it but it was really a disguised moan. I’m super wet and excited that he’s showing no sign of stopping. At this point I’m sure I’m gonna be raped by a strong, confident man, the dream! At least for sluts like me.
“I push his hands down from groping my tits and try to re-cover them with my shirt. Predictably, his hands go down between my legs again as I feel his thick cock pressing hard against my ass. ‘Please, sir, please,’ I plead in my innocent voice, daring not to say ‘no’ or ‘stop’ for worry he actually might. I struggle some, giving the impression I’m trying to fight him off but really I’m just grinding my ass against his cock and giving his rough hands more space to keep fondling my hungry pussy.
“‘Your nipples are hard as diamonds,’ he said as one hand slipped underneath my shirt to ravish my tits again, ‘and your pussy is soaking wet, Shana. Your body wants to be fucked right now. It needs me!’
“I just moan again, squirm against his cock, and
try to push his hands away again, accidentally causing the one between my legs to slide against my clit so deliciously hard as he fights to keep his hands on my sexy body. He can’t resist me and I love it! ‘Oh, god! Please! Please!’ I beg again, more innocent, more sexy this time. I hear him growl in frustration and then before I knew it, he had grabbed my undershirt at the collar and ripped it in half!
“Suddenly I was being whipped away from the door by my ponytail and slung against his desk. I instinctively bent over the desk and offered my ass to him. And in response he slapped it hard. It surprised me so much I cried out in pain, hoping I wasn’t loud enough for someone to hear. He spanked me like a bad girl, calling out ‘slut’ and ‘bitch’ and ‘filthy’ and ‘whore’ with every slap. It felt sooo amazing, to be punished like that, to let my teacher teach me who I was, a young slut in need of a harsh reminder.
“He spanks me until I’m just a quivering puddle on his desk, my pussy a puddle between my legs. I’m literally shivering I’m so horny. And finally, I hear him undoing his belt and I whimper. Unable to feign resistance any more, I quickly kick off my shoes, pants and panties, spread my legs as wide as I can and arch my back as deep as I know how. ‘Oh, yes, that’s it. Good girl. Give in to your true slutty nature,’ he says as he slides his magnificent cock inside my poor little pussy.
“He fucked me like I was his toy, fast and hard. It wasn’t about me at all. I was a small and insignificant means to an end. A hole to fill with cock and disregard after. He uses me, closing my legs together with his feet so that my pussy clasps his cock as he fucks me. It starts to hurt a little. I love it. I cum for him. He reaches from behind me and stuffs my mouth full of fingers when I start to get too loud. His fingers taste like me.
“My eyes tear up as I struggle to breathe, still cumming on the cock crammed inside me. I grab my titties, squeezing them and teasing my nipples as my beautiful climax continues and finally comes to an end. He’s still fucking me like he hadn’t noticed, grunting with each thrust. I weaken, collapsing against his desk as he has his way with me, milking my satiated pussy for all it’s worth.
‘Fuck!’ he finally growls and snatches me back off the desk, spins me around and pushes me to my knees. For the first time I see his cock, thick but not that long, veiny and angry and ugly. And he’s still got all his clothes on, just his cock is out. But I’m completely naked as he starts to stroke his cock in my face. I felt so dirty, so used and so sexy. I start to play with my clit with one hand and my tits with another as my professor splashes me with his cum.
“It’s so thick and its so much! He cums forever as he spurts his seed all over me, on my lips, where my slutty tongue sneaks out for a taste, down on my tits and my hand, and there’s so much some of it makes it between my legs where I can rub it into my clit as I massage it.
“Feeling like an utterly delicious slut, I kneel with my legs spread, toying my clit toward another orgasm. I reach out to kiss professor’s cock but as soon as I could slurp the cum drops off his piss slit, he tucks himself away, tucks his shirt in an buttons up. He grabs my panties and unceremoniously wipes his cum off my face. ‘Get dressed. now!’ he orders as he buckles his belt and I quickly obey, pulling my joggers up over my ass, slipping on my shoes and putting my hoodie over my shoulders and zipping it up. I grabbed my coat and before I could get it on, Professor was shoving me toward the door. He inspected my face, then wiped one last stain of cum off the corner of my lip before shoving me out into the hallway.
“I made the cold walk back to my dorm room, aware that underneath my hoodie I was naked and covered in Professor’s semen. I could feel the fact that I had left my panties in his room. I hoped he would keep them. That he would sniff them and think of me. I hoped I was his favorite. It turned me on to think so.
“I enjoyed my secret walk of shame. I imagined that some of the other students walking around campus knew what I had done. I felt so embarrassed and so naughty. When I finally got home I didn’t shower, instead I stripped and masturbated, my body caked in the Professor’s dried cum.”
When Shante had finished her story, Danielle was massaging her tits, Hailey had let her girl cock out the confines of her panties but tried to hide it from Shante. Charity had her hands behind her back to secretly touch her big sister’s pussy while Kira massaged her little tits from behind. Shante herself was a little flustered, getting aroused by her own recollections.
“You know I see all of you right?” Shante said, causing only Hailey to stop what she was doing, to tuck her penis back inside and look guilty. Danielle was lost in her own world, spreading the top of her lingerie and lifting her breast to her lips to suckle herself. Charity looked up and smiled mischievously, hands still busy between Kira’s legs as her sister played with her sensitive nipples and kissed her neck softly. Shante watched the girls with lust. “Dammit, you bitches look so good right now. Lets take a two minute break to tend to our needs and then we go to the next story, okay?”
Each girl agreed with a weak moan as they took advantage of the small time window. Beautiful, pale skinned Danielle snapped the button between her legs to slip her fingers all around her slit. Little Charity turned to meet her sister’s sweet lips with hers as both their hands fell inside the other’s panties. And Hailey waited for Shante, who slowly slid her panties down to her feet and spread her knees as she sat on her ottoman, glaring right at the gorgeous trans girl.
“Come here, cutie,” Shante said, beckoning her with her finger.
“Yes, Ms. Keebler,” Hailey said and quickly scurried forward on all fours. Shante lifted the skirt of her babydoll and Hailey crawled underneath.
The room was quiet except for soft sighs and the sound made when sisters kiss. Shante lost time but eventually stopped her friends rather than end storytime abruptly by initiating the inevitable girlfriend orgy. “Alright! That’s enough,” she said with a hoarse, panting voice, pushing the girl’s face away from her crotch. “Get my panties.” Hailey took her bestfriend’s discarded thong and slid them up her legs, caressing her curvaceous thighs and plump ass when Shante lifted herself off her seat. They kissed quickly and sat back down across from one another.
“Alright, who’s next?” Shante asked, causing the other three girls to reluctantly stop. Danielle snapped the button between her legs and pushed her tits back in her teddy and took a breath. Kira and Charity ended their tender kiss with a soft smack of their lips and turned toward Shante, the littler girl back in her big sister’s lap. All the girls glared around at each other, then Kira whispered something in Charity’s ear that made her giggle.
Her hands came around and rested on the small girl’s inner thighs and caressed her as she spoke softly into her ear. A shy smile spread across her face, her braces sparkling as she giggled and whispered back. The other girls watched the two sisters converse in secrecy, as Kira’s left hand traced its way from her exposed tummy up underneath the tiny, pastel pink shirt she wore. Her thin legs which were wrapped in cotton up to mid-thigh flailed back and forth as her big sister played with her nipples.
“You guys!” Shante snapped.
“No, don’t stop ’em,” Hailey said, watching with lustful eyes. “I love it when they play.”
“Yeah, it is sooo goddamn hot,” Danielle agreed.
Charity giggled shyly, looking at all the gawking eyes on her. Kira whispered again in her ear and pat her panty covered crotch. “She’s gonna go next,” Kira then said to everyone, and then took her hands from under her shirt and off her panties then placed them safely on the small girl’s waist.
“Wow. You’re usually so shy, Charity. You sure you wanna go next?” Shante asked.
Kira whispered again, Charity giggled and blushed again, then nodded, “Mhm.”
“She’s not as shy as you think,” Kira added. “Go on, tell ’em the one you told me.”
Charity took a deep breath. “Okay,” she began shyly. “I was- I was in high school…” She paused and looked around at all the girls listening intently and continued. “I was peeing in the lavatory and I looked over at the little bin where the used tampons go and saw something inside. A pair of panties. The panties were white with floral print, y’know, the ruffled kind, with a little pink bow, cute. Without even thinking, I pinched a corner and pulled them out. Then out of curiosity, I guess, I started to touch and feel them. I felt the soft cotton on my fingers and then I felt that they were wet! Like, really wet. Like, pee wet. And warm.
“So, I immediately threw the dirty panties back in the bin, calling myself stupid for touching them. I wiped myself, pulled up my panties, fixed my skirt, washed my hands and left.
“The rest of that day all I could think about was those pee pee panties. I wondered whose they were. I pictured one of my classmates peeing her cute little panties, and then taking them off and walking around free. I thought how I would love to look up her skirt and find nothing but her kitty. Throughout the rest of the day, my mind drifted to those little panties again and again. That cute little ball of cotton that had been lodged between a girl’s sweaty crotch for half the day – before she peed in them. They probably smell so good, I thought. I got so wet just imagining myself taking a slow whiff.
“After school that day, I went back to that bathroom stall to get the dirty panties. But the janitor had already cleaned and the panties were gone. I was a little sad. I had missed my opportunity. I knew I would never have another chance to taste another girl’s filthy panties.”
When Charity said that, Kira whispered something in her ear that made her giggle. “I know, but you don’t count. You’re not a part of the story,” she responded to her big sister and continued.
“That night, I was so consumed with thoughts of those panties. I lay in bed just obsessing about them. Wondering whose they were, thinking of how they looked, all white and pink and scrunchy and little and cute and soiled, how the girl felt without panties under her skirt…, how I might feel without panties under my skirt, what someone might think if they found my dirty, pee pee panties in a nasty bathroom. Oh god I was so horny.
“I started to think about turning my fantasy into a reality. There was no way I would get another chance to find another girl’s panties, and I definitely wasn’t brave enough to ask any of my friends for theirs. So I decided that tomorrow, I would be like that girl. I would go to school, piss my panties and then discard them. I was so excited!
“I searched my underwear drawer for some panties I wouldn’t miss. I found an old pair I had stopped wearing a year or so ago. They were white with little baby blue checkered squares, and they had ruffled edges just like the ones in the bathroom at school. After my bath, I put on my panties and went to sleep dreaming about being naked in school. But this time it was scary and horny!
“When I got to school in the morning I was nervous. Just thinking of what I was going to do had me excited and scared at the same time. I sat in Ms. Kelly’s class, fidgeting, then in Mr. King’s, daydreaming about how I would do it. I drank a lot of water before Ms. O’Farrill’s and by the time lunch came around my bladder was full. I went into the bathroom, expecting to be alone, but I wasn’t. There were four or five girls in there exchanging gossip.
“The first stall was occupied, the second stall was missing a door. I went to the last stall, locked the door behind me and sat on the toilet, skirt fanned out and panties still on. I listened to the other girls for a little while, hesitant to piss my panties with them in the bathroom. What if they hear me? What if they know what I’m doing somehow? What if someone stood on the toilet in the next stall and watched me!? I’m not sure why but the thought of other girls knowing excited, but really scared me even more.
“I tried to wait for the gossips to leave, but when they did, a couple other girls entered. This continued for about five minutes with me sitting on the toilet, having to pee so bad but so scared to go through with it. I was holding on for dear life, going back and forth about pissing my panties while pressure built in my bladder and girls came and went. I started to wiggle on the toilet as it got hard to hold it. I moaned a little as a little bit of pee spilled out of me, just enough to wet my panties. Nothing hit the water. I could feel the warm pee soaking into the fabric of my panties. Oh, god, it felt so naughty and so nasty!
“I let a little more go, and then some more, and then sighed deep as I let myself go. I completely soaked my little panties with pee! I couldn’t believe I was being so dirty! After I was done, I hovered over the toilet and snagged my panties and pulled them down to my knees. Then, sitting back down, I slid them off my feet, hoping no one was looking under the stall door to see me take off my soaking wet panties.
“I got so turned on as I sat smiling at my dirty panties, letting it soak in what I had done. I giggled at myself for being so brave. I took a tentative sniff at my panties, then a longer one, then a little taste, giggling at myself again. Then I heard some girl say, ‘what is this bitch laughing at?’ She and another girl started laughing. I stiffened up, holding my breath as my heart sped up. Did they know what I was doing? I was so scared. I waited another minute for the girls to stop whispering and laughing at me and to leave. Relieved, I sighed and put my wet panties in the used tampon box just like the mystery girl.
“As I walked around in my skirt, I could feel all the air all around my butt and my pussy. It felt so sweet, like I was free, and like I had a dirty little secret that was itching to get out. I sat in Mrs. Oakley’s class, smiling to myself like a fool when I saw two girls pointing and laughing at me. It was Deanna and Roslin. I blushed and silently hoped they didn’t know my secret. Hopefully they were just laughing because I was smiling to myself stupidly.
“In Mrs. Sorrell’s class, I had a risky idea. Her class is on an incline, so the farther back you go the higher you are. I decided to sit in the upper middle part, instead of the front like I usually did. I hiked up my skirt a little before I sat down so the bottom was way above my knees. At first, I crossed my legs, fidgeting with nervous energy. But as class went on, I slowly uncrossed them, and sporadically opened my legs when Mrs. Sorrell wasn’t looking. I enjoyed the sense of thrill I got, and the pretty feeling of air on my coochie.
“And then, one time, when the teacher was looking right at me, I opened my legs. I saw her notice and almost gasp. I had to look away and cover my face so she wouldn’t see me blushing. And I kept my legs open for a while so she could see. When I closed my legs I looked back at her. She quickly looked away and it made me blush and giggle. She had been staring between my legs the whole time!
“After class, Mrs. Sorrell stopped me before I left, closed the door and said, ‘what was that!?’
“‘What was what?’ I replied like I was clueless.
“She waited for a second and then said, ‘Listen, I can’t tell you how to dress. But maybe try and cross your legs when you’re not wearing any panties.’ I blushed and looked at the floor, feeling embarrassed. Then she tilted my head up by my chin and said, ‘there’s nothing to be ashamed of here, okay. Just, be more discreet in the future.’
“I nodded. ‘Are you going to tell on me?’
“‘No. I don’t think that’s necessary,’ she said.
“I smiled up at her. ‘Did… did youuuu…, like what you saw?’ I don’t know why or how I asked her that! She hesitated, just as shocked as I was by my question.
“She then said, ‘I…, cannot answer that question honestly, so I’ll just say what I’m supposed to say. No Charity, I didn’t like it. It was completely inappropriate and that kind of behavior is unacceptable in my class and in this school.’
“‘You wannaaa…, see it again?’ I asked her, slowly lifting up the front of my skirt. Her eyes darted down to my kitty and she licked her lips. But then the bell rang and other kids were congregating right outside Mrs. Sorell’s classroom. I let my skirt fall and told her she could see my pussy any time.
“‘You’re a little troublemaker, I see. I’m gonna have to keep my eye on you,’ she said with a wink as she opened her door to let me out and her students in.
“My last class was gym. And it was a good thing I was late because everyone else was already changed and I had the locker room to myself so nobody could see I wasn’t wearing any panties. I slipped off my skirt, enjoying the cool air then unbuttoned my white top and slid it off my shoulders. I stood there in just my bra and socks, getting that nervous, excited feeling. Anybody could have just waltzed in and seen my little brown bush!
“But in spite of the butterflies in my tummy, I slowly walked around the open locker room basically naked. It was such a yummy little thrill! I was getting so turned on. Before anyone could get suspicious though, I donned my gym uniform and walked out into the gym.
“We exercised for the next 30 minutes and then it was back to the locker room with us. In spite of being a secret exhibitionist, as you all know, I’m really shy. So my usual routine was to wait for the other girls to head to the showers, strip when no one was watching, wrap up in a towel, head in while the other girls were on their way back, and shower alone. It was a good thing gym was the last class because I’d be late every day.
“But today of all days someone had to notice me. And of all people it had to be Deanna. Standing there, skin lighter than mine, full figured and absolutely gorgeous, showing off her big double D tits without an ounce of shame, she said, ‘hey, why don’t you ever shower with the rest of us? Scared to show those little boy tits?’ Girls laughed. ‘Or do you have a dick or something?’ Girls laughed louder. I tried to think of a clever retort but I was too embarrassed to even think straight. I just fake laughed it off and hung my head in shame as they all sauntered off to the showers, all naked and shameless.
“I began to strip out of my sweaty clothes, starting with my top, then my bra, and before I pulled my shorts down, Roslin walked up to me and I immediately folded my arms across my chest. ‘Hey, um, about what Deanna said…, that wasn’t cool. She shouldn’t have said that,’ the naked, cinnamon skinned girl said. She also had large breasts, not D’s but maybe C’s and a slim-but-not-skinny frame. And like me, she kept a patch of hair on her mons, except hers was black. I couldn’t help but look!
“I tried to be nonchalant, still seeing Roslin as being on Deanna’s side and therefore the enemy. ‘It’s okay. I do have little boy tits,’ I said, chuckling. But I wanted to cry.
“‘No you don’t,’ she said.
“‘Yes, I do,’ I submitted.
“‘Lemme see?’ she said, smiling that gorgeous smile as she pulled my arms off my chest. I didn’t have to look down to know my nipples were erect. Just looking at the other sexy naked girls always turned me on. ‘See, boys don’t have nipples like that. The nipples are the only thing that matter and yours are perfect’ she said, staring right at my jutting pencil erasers. I blushed at the compliment. ‘Just, don’t listen to Deanna when she’s being an asshole, okay?’ When she said it, she touched my naked shoulder before skipping past me to the showers. Right then I made a new friend, and a new crush who I fantasized about constantly.
“A simple compliment from a beautiful girl gave me more confidence and boldness in my exhibitionist adventures. At home, I looked at my flat chest in the mirror, tweaking my little nips until they proudly poked out. That morning, I decided to go braless. It would mostly be unnoticeable, but under the right light you could see the dark brown of my nipples through my top. Just enough danger to excite me. I hoped Roslin would be the one to notice.
“I wore another pair of old panties. They were powder pink cotton panties with little red hearts and bows and candies all over them. They were a little too small since I had stopped wearing them years ago. They were my favorite pair of panties my first year of high school. I also wore a skirt from freshman year so it was really short and risky!
“I drank water all day and was bursting before lunch. I squirmed in my seat in Ms. O’Farrill’s class to the point where she asked me if I needed to go to the bathroom. I declined and said I’d make it, which I almost did. A few minutes before the bell rang for lunch, I spilled a little in my panties. I couldn’t help it but it made me so horny! I could feel my hard nipples brushing against my top.
“Once in the bathroom, I peed my panties freely, even though the gossiping girls were in there. I gushed and giggled silently, blushing to myself as I saturated my pink panties with liquid. Instead of taking them off, I walked around in them for a while, feeling so filthy and cute. Mostly everyone was in the cafeteria so the rest of the building was pretty deserted.
“I found an empty stairwell near the back of the school and nervously slid my drenched panties off. I played with them, sniffed the piss soaked cotton, wrung them out and set them on the railing. Then, feeling extra adventurous, I slid my skirt down just above my knees and sat bare ass on the edge of the stairs.
I unbuttoned my blouse and sat mostky naked on the empty stairs, completely vulnerable! If someone would have seen me I would have just died! My heart was thumping in my chest, my nipples were diamonds and my pussy was hot and wet. I couldn’t help but to slide a finger along my virgin slit. Oh it felt so yummy!
“I was close to cumming when the bell rang to end lunch. I quickly pulled up my skirt and buttoned my blouse, leaving my dirty panties behind on the stairwell where anybody could find them. In Ms. Oakley’s class, I imagined some perverted teacher finding my panties, keeping them and playing with herself as she sniffed them. Maybe it would be Mrs. Sorrell. Or maybe a male teacher.
“Again, I flashed my naughty kitty to Mrs. Sorell and after class she pulled me aside again. She wanted to take pictures of my pussy so she and her husband could enjoy me later. I didn’t hesitate to say yes, but only requested that my face couldn’t be in them.
“The last class was uneventful at first. I got there late again, changed, sweat my life away in the warm gym, came back to the locker room. Deanna made fun of me again. Beautiful naked girls with actual breasts laughed at me. I felt embarrassed. Roslin tried to get me to shower with the rest of the group, saying it was the only way to get them to stop making fun of me, to make me one of them. I declined, unsure if she was sincere or if it was another way for her to bully me. But then she said, ‘why don’t you shower with just me?’
“My heart jumped! I wanted to scream ‘yes’! But I was so shy, she basically dragged me back to the showers after the other girls left. I was shaking I was so scared. We stood under adjacent showers, her eyes never leaving me, a permanent smile painted on her pretty, full lips every time I glanced up at her from the floor. I wanted her so bad, but didn’t know how to tell her. But I knew from the way she kept looking at me she wanted me too.
“I slowly built up the courage to look at her. Her perfect brown skin, nice big boobs, perky round booty, her wispy pubic hairs, all dripping wet – it was enough to make me melt! I was so damn horny, my desire overrode my fear and I started to touch myself. I soaped up my little tits first, just to play with my nipples, making myself so hot it didn’t take long for me to slide a hand south and play with my clit, looking Roslin in the eye, my expression changing from innocence and shyness to lust and desire.
“‘What are you doing?’ she giggled. I stopped. She gasped, ‘are you a lesbian!? Is that why you’re so shy around naked girls?’ I was shocked. This wasn’t going how it should have. The popular girl is supposed to seduce the shy girl and they have sex in the girls’ locker room. ‘Oh, my god. I’m so sorry if I led you on,’ she said, now covering her beautiful tits and her perfect pussy from my view. ‘I just wanted to make you feel comfortable in your own skin, y’know, like, be body positive and all that.’
“My face flushed with utter embarrassment and I, too, covered myself and watched the floor. The rest of the shower was quiet, awkward and quick. After we had dressed I finally spoke to her. ‘Hey, please don’t tell anybody.’
“‘I won’t,’ she said.
“‘Not even Deanna?’ I asked.
“She gave a chuckle. ‘Especially not Deanna. She’s my best friend but she’s not very sensitive about these kinds of things. I’m trying to make her more…, human.’ That made me smile and feel a lot better, though the embarrassment of my foolishness lingered. After that day, my crush on Roslin got pretty intense. I was obsessed.
“In the following weeks, I kept pissing my panties and discarding them. Sometimes I’d just do it in the restroom and leave them in the box. Other times, I’d piss myself in the restroom and discard my panties elsewhere – the auditorium, the library, an empty classroom, by the pool, outside. One time I even pissed my panties as I walked down the hallway during class. Pee flooded my little purple panties and streamed down my skinny legs to soak my socks. I looked all around until it was clear and snagged my panties from under my skirt, left them in the middle of the hallway and went back to class. A crowd had congregated around my dirty panties after class but no one suspected me.
“Mrs. Sorell took pictures of my pussy every day. And then I started taking them with my skirt up or down and my blouse open or off. She and her husband really got off on the schoolgirl thing, and even asked me to wear pigtails and bought me a pair of pink panties to wear. I obliged, coming to trust her so much to let her show my face in the pics. That was the only day I didn’t pee myself, but I did still discard my cute little panties, in Mrs. Sorell’s hand.
“My crush on Roslin kept getting stronger. I’d stare at her in classes we had together and just fantasize. She saw me looking and usually just smiled, blushed and kept doing whatever she was doing. Deanna called me a weirdo and a stalker and Roslin would always tell her to shut up. I thought I was in love. But not knowing anything about lesbian love, or how to seduce girls, I just indulged in my fantasies about her. I imagined that the pair of panties I found that first day were hers. And that gave me an idea!
“After gym class, we were all in the locker room. As usual I waited for the other girls to strip and head back to the showers. That’s when I snuck over to Roslin’s locker, looked through her bag and found the dirty panties she had just taken off! A leopard print thong, still warm and damp with her gym sweat. Lucky me! I quickly sniffed the yumminess of Roslin’s cute panties, then hid them in my own bag.
“After all the girls left and I had showered, I practically ran to the bathroom, giddy to worship those panties I’d stolen. Feeling hornier and dirtier than usual, I chose the middle stall, the one with the missing door! It was after school and no one was in the building but staff, who would use staff bathrooms, and athletes who would use the bathrooms in or near the gym.
“I sat on the toilet in the doorless stall, giddily pulled Roslin’s panties out of my bag and took a long, deep whiff of her fragrant pussy. So sexy, so yummy, mmm! I inhaled deeply, ‘mmmm, Roslin,’ I moaned. ‘Take off my clothes,’ I panted as I unbuttoned my own blouse, fantasizing it was her. I rubbed her warm, wet panties all over my body, especially my nipples that she complimented me on. ‘Oh, yes baby, play with my nipples,’ I sighed, pinching and twisting my hard nubs with Roslin’s panties.
“I opened her panties up and looked at the gusset. It was stained a little from her pussy and wet with her dew. I inhaled the part that was lodged between her perfectly rounded ass cheeks. I could tell she had worn them all day and during gym, they were saturated with her tangy smelling sweat. So sweet. I licked her gusset, imagining I was tasting her yummy twat, which I was!
“I put her dirty panties back up to my nose, inhaling them deeply as I slid my skirt to the floor, kicking it far from me. All I wanted to do was make myself cum while naked in the girls’ bathroom at school and fantasizing about my sexy secret crush, Roslin. I sniffed and sniffed, the scent of her pussy so clean and earthy, her sweat, musky and tangy, and her ass, balmy and sweaty and tasty.
“I was in heaven. I rolled my fingers all around my clit, fingers wet with my juices. I was aware of where I was and that added a sexy thrill. But a titillating thrill descended into utter dismay as I heard the door to the bathroom open. I froze and stilled my breath, which was difficult since I was just breathlessly masturbating my pussy. There was nowhere to hide. My skirt was halfway outside the stall, my blouse might as well have had a hundred thousand buttons and it would only take seconds for whomever walked in to walk past and see me. All I could do was close my top over my flat chest and close my legs.
“For the longest five seconds of my life I clutched Roslin’s panties in my hands and squeezed my legs together, hoping it was her who walked in – she would understand – or even better, Mrs. Sorrell. But it was neither. I had the worst luck. My heart dropped into the toilet as Deanna peaked her confused looking face around the stall wall. I hung my head. I knew I would just die.
“‘Oh shit,’ she said, looking at me with wide eyes. ‘Are you playing with yourself in here!?’ she said, sounding amused. When I didn’t answer she went on. ‘You are playing with yourself… Wait, are those Roslin’s panties!? Leopard print thong, size medium? She was just looking for these in the locker room. You are a little fucking lezzie pervert, huh. Damn!’
“Deanna was clearly shocked, as was I. But as speechless as I was, she had tons to say. ‘Innocent little Charity, playing with that little hairy pussy, sniffing panties like a little freak.’ And I didn’t know why she was getting closer to me. ‘And no bra either!? I knew I saw your little nipples under there a few times. And where’s your panties!? I know these are Roslin’s, but where are yours?’ she said, taking the panties out of my hand. Deanna was gorgeous, thick, sexy, feminine and absolutely intimidating.
“‘Please, Deanna. Please don’t tell anybody,’ I said, almost whispering. She just went on, looking me up and down, studying my state.
“‘Wait! Are you the pissy panties girl!? The girl who keeps leaving her pissy panties all around the school!? Oh my god, it is you!’ She was now standing very close to me, smiling deviously. For once she stopped talking, but she just stared at me with a certain look, holding her friend’s panties in her hands. She looked toward the door, then back to me. ‘Y’know, I actually think this is kind of sexy.’
“Those words were a surprise. I wasn’t sure I heard them right. ‘What?’ I said, looking up to her. Like always, she ignored my question.
“‘So you like girls, huh?’ When I hesitated, she said, ‘answer the question, Charity. Tell me you like girls.’
“I took a deep breath. ‘Yes, I like girls.’ Admitting it to a gorgeous girl I hated was the most humiliating thing ever. But she smiled sweetly, if not devilishly.
“‘What about me? Do you think I’m sexy?’ I didn’t want to answer.
“‘I…, I don’t…, I-‘
“‘You clearly think Roslin is sexy. You like her dirty panties,’ she said and took a whiff herself. ‘Mmm, does it turn you on to see me smelling my best friend’s panties?’ It did, but I shook my head, unconsciously nibbling my lip. ‘Yes it does. You don’t have to lie. Say it. Say I’m sexy.’
“I saw no choice but to tell the truth. ‘I think… I think you’re sexy.’
“‘I think you’re sexy too, Charity,’ she smiled. ‘I wanna see you play with yourself.’
“I tentatively and very nervously let my blouse fall open again. ‘Oh my god, those nipples,’ Deanna gasped once she saw them. ‘They’re adorable!’ I blushed hard, but I felt a little more comfortable.
“I started toying with my nips and Deanna tended to the buttons on her blouse, never taking her eyes off me as she revealed her huge, bra clad breasts. She slid her skirt off and tossed it aside, keeping her friend’s panties tight in her hand. Her own panties were pretty too, clean white cotton with pink trim and little pink and purple butterflies all over. So cute.
“Deanna snaps off her bra and drops it to the floor. Her breasts are magnificent, heavy and still perky, with light areolas and pinkish nipples, her legs long and fleshy, her body, full and curvy and sexy as hell. She forces my legs apart to step in between and I can just feel how wet I am.
“She takes her friend’s panties and puts them in front of my nose. I inhale the sweet fragrance of Roslin’s sex, leaning in to Deanna’s hand for more of it. The redbone just smiles down at me and tells me to touch my pussy. I obey and slide my hand down between my wide spread little legs. I’ve lost all control and I don’t want it back. Deanna, with fire and amusement in her beautiful eyes, sticks her thumb in my horny little mouth. I suck it as I devour the scent of the other girl’s undies.
“To think, twenty minutes before, I hated this girl. Now all I want is for her to take me and make love to me until she cums. She lifts my head up with her thumb that’s still in my mouth and I look her in her eyes. She takes her finger out of my mouth and holds my chin, then places her full lips on mine. She kisses me softly on my pouty lips as I play with my kitty. Our teenaged tongues naturally meet, warm and wet and slippery between our lips. As our tongues get familiar, my hand goes to her large breasts and she fondles my hard nipples.
“We kiss lustily as I sit there on the toilet, the sound of two raunchy girls humming and moaning echoing in an empty high school bathroom. Then we brake the kiss and I’m sitting there breathless when she stands straight and says, ‘do you wanna smell my panties?’ I nod vigorously with a look of desperate longing to sniff the gorgeous girl’s panties while she’s still in them!
“‘Your panties are so pretty,’ I say breathlessly before I bury my nose and mouth in her crotch and inhale her. ‘Mmmm,’ I hum in delight. ‘Mmm – mmm, so good’ I take deep whiff after deep whiff of her clean, earthy smell, sliding my little fingers all around my teenaged sex. She smelled lightly of soap, a little of sweat and also of feminine sex. I made her wet and was smelling the evidence.
“‘You really are a little freak!’, she moans.
“‘Mmhhmm,’ I agree, nodding and rubbing my nose against her clit through her pretty panties. She then twisted around, and I promptly put my face right between her ass cheeks and sniff her there. She smells so good! I can’t get enough! I press myself in to her ass until her cotton panties sank between her round cheeks. I sniff deep inside her cleft and diddle myself until I cum and start to lick her bountiful ass through the cotton as I shake in pleasure.
“Deanna sighs as she slides fingers into her panties to play with herself. After I milk my heavenly orgasm, I help her pull her pretty panties down in the back, just past her plump cheeks. I take a long snuffle of her naked ass, then introduce my tongue, indulging in the deliciously fresh taste of her asshole. I lick her pussy too, and her fingers that keep playing around it. She then focuses on her clit and leaves me to lick her pink wet slit. And I can’t help but to slide up her cleft and lick her tasty butt hole too. Pure ecstasy!
“‘Oh god, I have to pee!’ Deanna cries out. And without hesitation, I say, ‘pee on me!’
“‘Are you sure?’ she hesitates, craning her neck to look back at me. I pull her back into me and spread her legs beside my toilet so that her ass, pussy and panties are still in my face while I lean back, but now they’re hovering above my lap. I simply continue to eat her asshole as she whines and squirms and masturbates. And then finally, after a while, a trickle. A spritz of pee squirts out from her pussy and her pretty panties drink it in just below. She giggles and moans. I lick her pussy, tasting her hot pee.
“‘Fuuuck! You nasty little girllll!’ She moans and whines as she starts to gush. Her piss soaks her panties immediately and drains through, creating two rivers leaking down her inner thighs and a waterfall in between that makes a pissy pond on my lap. Her piss drips down my chin, to my neck and between my tits as I devour her pussy and ass, unable to decide which of her delectable holes tastes better.
“Deanna really did have to pee really bad. Her stream seems never ending. She must’ve had to pee so desperately, unable to wait until she got home. Now she’s relieving herself all over me while she massages her clit and I eat her from behind. My face, neck, chest and tummy are soaked. Deanna’s panties are ruined for the day and her legs are dripping. My lap is completely flooded, overflowing onto the floor. And she’s still not finished pissing on me.
“Deanna turns around and sits on my lap, still wetting herself. She kisses me, tasting herself and moaning. She still has Roslin’s panties in her hand as it sinks between my legs. I return the favor, sliding my hand inside the front of her soggy panties. She’s almost done peeing as I slip my finger up her pussy. She gasps and kisses me deeper while stroking my pussy with Rosin’s panties.
“We make each other cum – her for the first time, me the second. Angelic sighs echo in the now filthy girl’s bathroom, as two filthy girls make love to each other. When we’re finished we kiss serenely, our sticky bodies stuck to one another’s, my nipples poking hard into her ample breasts. Soon enough, we get up off our throne and clean ourselves as best we can, using wet paper towel to wash and fresh paper towel to dry. The floor is covered in pee. Our clothes are beyond saving, showing wet spots on the white uniform blouses. We sneak out of the pissy bathroom, taking Roslin’s panties but leaving Deanna’s. The end.”
When Charity finished, the girls were all staring at her in shocked silence. Danielle spoke first. “That was… that was different. I mean, I never thought I’d be turned on by the thought of a girl peeing herself. But shit that was hot!”
Charity sighed in relief that she and her sister weren’t the only girls who enjoyed her story. “Thank you,” she shyly whispered, blushing.
Shante giggled. “Don’t play shy now. We all know how much of a slut you are now.” That made Charity smile.
“Yeah, I told you guys. My little sister is at least as big a freak as I am,” Kira said and then licked her sister’s cheek to make her laugh and giggle between her legs.
The other three girls watched as Kira licked Charity’s face and moved to her ear, sucking on her lobe and letting her hands roam freely over her body. Hailey spoke as they engaged in foreplay. “So…, do you like…, really like to pee your panties?”
Charity was lost in her sister’s lips and arms so Kira answered for her. “She absolutely loves it, don’t you baby?”
Charity looked up at the others to read the room. “We think it’s so hot if you do,” said Danielle, sensing the small girl’s nervousness, even though she was safe in her sister’s embrace. The other girls echoed Danielle’s sentiment and made Charity feel more accepted.
The cute, skinny girl smiled wide, showing her shiny silver braces and admitted her fetish. “Yeah, I love it! It feels so good and so freeing and like…, natural, I guess. It makes me so horny when I pee myself, especially when Kira watches me.”
“God that is so sexy!” Shante said. “I wish I could see you…, wait…, do you mind if we all watch you pee your panties?”
Charity smiled and shook her head, giggling. It was another fantasy of hers to have other girls all watch her do it. Shante directed her to sit in a corner of the room, the only place that wasn’t covered with her large, fluffy rug. Charity sat on the hardwood floor, her back in the corner, knees up and legs spread. With her slim, lithe body, little pink top, white cotton panties and knee socks up to her warm sugar cookie thighs, she looked completely adorable.
In a few seconds, a small darkened circle appeared at Charity’s crotch, then spread out rapidly. On her face was a bright metallic smile as her friends and her loving sister watched her wet her panties with utter lust in their eyes. A puddle formed under her ass and expanded across the floor. Charity began to grin at the other girls and touch herself over her soaked undies, making pleasant noises.
“Your sister is such a lovely little angel,” Hailey sighed to Kira. She let the tip of her penis peek up from the waistband of her panties and started to rub softly. Her precum began to leak from her stick to her tummy as she watched Charity piss herself.
Kira’s fingers found their way between her legs and Danielle snapped the button on the vertex of her one-piece. Shante was mesmerized. “Charity, you are such a cute little bitch. Dirty girl!” The thick, darker skinned girl couldn’t help but give in to the lust that permeated the room as the small girl peed and pleasured herself for their entertainment. “Okay, two more minutes and we go to the next story,” she said and pushed her panties to her ankles, separated her thighs and started to rub herself. “Mmm, but try not to cum yet.”
The room filled with soft and sensuous moans as the girls all teased themselves. Nipples were tickled and twisted, lips were nibbled, curse words were sighed and pussies got wetter – especially Charity’s. When Shante called order, the four girls reluctantly stopped, all panting softly. She had Charity pull off her panties and leave them on the hardwood part of the floor. “Grab a towel from the hamper over there and dry yourself off,” Shante said.
Charity did so, but not without finding a pair of Shante’s dirty panties. A plain black thong she wore under her yoga pants when she went to the gym. After drying herself and the floor as best she could, Charity resumed her position on the rug between her big sister’s legs. Naked from tummy to mid thigh, she sat rather modestly, crossing her legs so that only the bushel of fine brown hair could be seen at her vertex. She sat just examining Shante’s panties, giving them the occasional sniff as Kira held her and caressed her hips and thin waist.
“I’m so proud of you, baby girl,” Kira whispered to her usually too shy little sister. She responded by nuzzling her cheek against her big sis, still sniffing Shante’s underwear.
“You can keep those if I can have yours,” Shante said excitedly. Charity agreed and nodded with a big smile. Kira was about to object but her little sister reminded her she could have her pissy panties any time she wanted. In the meantime, Charity shared Shante’s fragrant panties with her big sister.
Since Charity sat without panties, the other girls didn’t feel the need to fully dress either. Danielle’s teddy remained unbuttoned at the bottom and Shante’s panties were discarded. Hailey kept her panties on but the pink tip of her stiff peins stayed visible over the brim. Kira was the only one to keep her yellow cotton panties on.
“So, which one of you sluts wanna go next? You got a hard act to follow,” Shante announced.
“I’ll go next,” Danielle said. “It might not be as hot as Charity’s but I think you’ll love it. It’s about two firsts, my first time with a girl and…, well, I’ll just start. I had just graduated from high school with no idea what I wanted to do with my life. I was gorgeous, of course, so naturally I thought, ‘model.’ But what I quickly found out was that the industry is saturated with beautiful girls like me and I would need some experience or connections to go along with my looks to make a career.
“Luckily for me though, my older brother was a model and photographer for an agency so I asked him to help me get my foot in the door. He didn’t wanna help me at first, saying his company really isn’t that good, or that it doesn’t pay well, or that I was too smart for a career in modeling and should consider college, just making every excuse. When I kept pestering him about it he finally told me that he didn’t think I would want to work for his agency because the stuff they did was erotic. He told me it wasn’t always full nudity and it wasn’t always pornographic, though still erotic. He then showed me pictures of Jurie, his coworker and close friend, on a website that some other photographer had shot.
“The pics progressed from fully clothed, to undressing and showing her in lingerie to nude. She struck sensual poses, flirting with her eyes and teasing with her body. One of the latter photos featured her sitting in a chair with her long legs spread apart, but her pussy was covered by a green apple. Her long brown hair mostly covered her nipples, though you could see through if you tried. A couple photos from a different shoot allowed her to be freely topless. Another shoot showed her with a guy, half naked, then fully naked and all over each other, sensual but still classy. From what I could tell, it could be described as erotica, not smut. ‘These don’t seem all that bad to me, Lincoln. I think I would love to do something like this, I mean, at least until I get my foot in the door and do some real modeling,’ I said.
“‘Really?’ he said, sounding surprised. ‘You don’t think it’s…, weird, or…, perverted?’
“‘No, of course not. I think it’s really cool. Do you and Jurie like it?’
“He smiled at me and gave a chuckle. ‘We love it. I’ll take some shots of you and see what my manager thinks.
“He took pics. I posed. He edited and sent them to his agency and we waited to hear from them.
“A week later I was on an airplane headed to some Hawaiian island resort to do a photo shoot. The agency had paid for everything and I was going to meet Link and Jurie there. I was so excited, and a little nervous. It seems they had invested a lot in me for my first time modeling. What if I sucked?
“When I got to the resort it was already dark and Lincoln told me we’d start in the morning. He was hesitant to tell me anything about the shoot but he had to eventually. ‘They uh…, they want you and Jurie to do a shoot together. And not just like, side by side fully clothed. You’ll be kind of all over each other…, and kind of naked.’ When I hesitated, he went on. ‘I think it’ll be fun for you guys but if you’re uncomfortable with it I understand, but seeing as they already paid for everything…’
“From that it seemed as though we didn’t have a choice and I didn’t want to make him feel like I was being forced to do anything. ‘No, of course I’ll do it. Are you cool with me taking sexy pics with your girlfriend?’
“‘Not my girlfriend. And it’s our job. We’re professionals.’
“I was way more nervous than I let on. I was straight and so was Jurie, at least to the best of my knowledge. Now I was expected to portray making love to her like she did with that other model, all while my brother took pictures. And I would be naked in front of Link. I was so scared, and also a little excited for some unexplained reason, but more scared than anything. According to my brother, the two were complete professionals and would likely not be bothered in the least bit by the shoot.
“The 4th floor suite we were given was absolutely beautiful. It was spacious, complete with a king bed in the large bedroom, a full kitchen, dining area and living room. It was basically one floor of a really nice house off the beach. It had a large jet tub in the bathroom as well as a shower, and a balcony off the bedroom. The only thing it didn’t have was a second bed. I decided to let them have the large bed and I’d sleep on the couch, at least for the first night. When I arrived, Jurie was already asleep and Link soon followed. We had an early day ahead.
“I stripped down to my panties and lay on the couch in the living room area, but didn’t sleep yet. I felt I needed to wrap my head around having lesbian desires. I mean, I’d have to make it believable to make the shoot successful. The skillful eye could always tell when one or both people weren’t really into it. I would need to learn how to fake it or actually find this girl sexy enough to want her. So I went on the website my brother showed me and searched pics of Jurie to see if it would spark something in me.
“I found a bunch of photo sets, Jurie with a guy, Jurie with a girl, Jurie with two guys, Jurie with a guy and a girl. Then I finally found what I was looking for, Jurie alone. I wanted to know if I could feel it, y’know. The authenticity of desire, just enough to make the shoot as hot as possible.
“I stopped on a picture of Jurie where she looked particularly sexy. The lighting seemed low and intimate. She glared down at the camera with eyes that said ‘I want you’. Her thick tresses cascaded down over her shoulders in lazy curls, a dark and silky brown. She had discarded her bra earlier in the shoot and was only wearing a black and white gingham blouse, unbuttoned and open. Her all natural breasts were two perfect grapefruits of taut, sun-kissed coral skin. Her waist was slender but not tiny, curving out lusciously to her feminine hips. Her legs were long, lean and butter smooth.
“Her entire body radiated femininity, sensuality and desire – her angelic face, with its subtle Asian features, echoed the same. Her immaculate skin seemed to glow in the low light of the set, a warm and creamy canvas displayed for my enjoyment. I found my eyes falling below her navel to where one thumb was hooked in the waistband of her blue gingham panties. She was pulling them down, teasing the viewer, especially with her heart-warming deep brown eyes.
“I bit my lip and found my fingers in the familiar place between my legs. I caressed myself over my panties as I studied Jurie. I couldn’t believe how easy it was to get wet from looking at a girl. Maybe I was always bisexual, or maybe it was the simple forbiddenness of masturbating to my brother’s friend while she and my brother slept in the other room. I don’t know why exactly, but whatever the reason, it made me cum in no time. I moaned low in my throat, still caressing myself through my undies until my orgasm subsided. I could have easily gone for a second round, but I knew I had to be awake early. I decided to call it a night and fell asleep with my panties completely soused.
“I was awoken by a gentle squeeze of my arm. I groggily opened my eyes to see Link standing over me. ‘C’mon, we’re about to start,’ he whispered. Once I got my wits and sat up, I covered my breasts with both arms, hiding them from my brother’s view. His wry smile said it all. He’d be seeing much more of me that day so my modesty was in vain. But still, I was nervous and kept covered as I walked to the bathroom. Even him seeing my butt in panties gave my nerves a steady electrical current.
“I turned on the shower, but then heard a knock on the door a few seconds later. ‘You don’t need to shower yet. Just wash your face and come out. And I have your wardrobe ready so you can leave your panties in there.’ Lincoln sounded professional and almost nonchalant about telling his sister to strip. I figured it was just him falling into his photographer role.
And I was just another girl he worked with, not his sister. How do girls work with him without being turned on by such boldness? Was I turned on by him? Of course not! I cut the thought before it had a chance to grow, but the roots were still intact.
“Denying what was under the surface, I appeared outside the bathroom as naked as I was born. I figured I’d be professional and just as coolly indifferent as he was. Didn’t stop me from blushing pink though. He smiled a warm smile that gave me comfort and pointed to a pile of clothes folded on the bed. ‘That’s you.’
Jurie had already been dressed, if you could call it being dressed. Her white cotton thong panties were so small and thin I could tell she was clean shaven and her little white cropped top was loose and flowing. My mouth got dry and I suddenly felt the need to cover up again.
I guess I’m attracted to girls now, I thought as I turned away from the beautiful girl and donned my own outfit. A one-size-too-tight, blush colored romper. It squeezed me, making my boobs look more luscious as I tried to button up the front. The top button was right beneath my bustline and I barely could contain my breasts or keep my nipples from showing. And I was sure half my ass was bulging out the back.
“As I struggled with the buttons, Link explained the shoot to me. ‘You two are a lesbian couple on vacation. You’re high school sweethearts and you’re deeply in love. Danielle, you’re sorta shy and Jurie is really flirty. In fact, Danielle, you were straight until your best friend here turned you out. You guys are here to simply enjoy yourselves. This shoot is kind of a sexy, vacation, day-in-the-life sorta thing. For the first scene, you two are just waking up.’
“My brother came over to me and inspected my pajamas, tugging it this way and that way to give the maximum effect. His hands on my body were a little alarming but I held my breath and let him do his job. He unbuttoned the top button, and then a second one, causing my breasts to fall out. Then, to my surprise, my brother slid his hand inside my pajamas and pushed my breasts apart and back inside the snug confines to hide my embarrassingly hard nipples but revealing a healthy expanse of cleavage. I didn’t stop him. I would have, but I stopped myself, indulging in the ambiguously inappropriate touch. I blushed and felt like a little pervert for enjoying it.
“We got in the oversized king bed and pretended to sleep on separate sides, on top of the covers of course. I was already turned on by my brother’s touch, and now I was in bed with a sexy girl while he took pics. We were like two exhibitionists and he was a sexy peeping Tom. Or was that only my fantasy.
“‘Now Jurie you open your eyes and kiss Danielle to wake her,’ my brother commanded, snapping pictures the whole time. I felt her lips gently tickle my cheek. I fell into character and smiled. It didn’t require much acting because it felt really nice. I even welcomed her lips on mine when they connected. A little too eagerly, I kissed her back, but Link reminded me of my shy role.
“‘No, Dani… Wait. Shy away for a bit. Let her seduce you, just like in high school, like your first kiss. There…, good, good. Now try it out, just a little…, that’s good, now blush and giggle and resist a bit. Now Jurie, don’t settle…, make her want you. You know she’ll melt for you. She always does.’
“Hearing my brother tell this sexy girl how to seduce me made me so horny I almost started touching myself. But I played my role, even though I was weeping between my legs. Link gave more instructions with a sensuous ardor in his voice, instructing her on how to make me hers. And I was. I fell on my back as Jurie’s hands swept softly over my body. My cheek to my neck and shoulders, then caressing softly the exposed skin between the buttons my brother loosened.
“Before long all my buttons were unfastened down beneath my navel, my breasts finally free, my chest panting and nipples jutting as Jurie teased them. My brother captured my seduction as he directed it. We kissed deeply as Lincoln sent Jurie’s silky fingers around my waist, down my hips and over my legs, finally finding their way in between. I was sure she could feel the wetness even through the cotton of my soft pink pajamas.
“‘Oh, god yes! You two are so damn sexy.’ my brother said. ‘Now Jurie, take your hand and place it on Danielle’s tummy… Now very slowly let it sink down inside her clothes.’ Her fingers tickled the sparse patch of hair on my mound and found their way right below my drooling pussy, between my thighs. I moaned in anticipation of her sliding a finger or two into my slit, but it never happened.
“‘Touch me!’ I whined softly but desperately. It just slipped out.
“‘That’s right, beg for it. She’s feeding your kitty with her fingers. She’s rubbing your clit so softly but so deliciously. It feels soooo good to you. That’s right, arch your back into it. So sexy. So fucking sweet.’ My brother kept encouraging us, but Jurie’s fingers never found my clit, nor my hungry hole. It was all a show for the camera. A show that still made me wildly horny.
“‘Now suck her breast, Jurie. Keep your hands down there. Yes. Yes, good. Dani, you’re so close to cumming…, so so close! Surrender your body. Yes, just like that. Let her have you. Oh, god, she’s making you cum! Cum hard on your lover’s fingers!’
“I mimicked an orgasm, partly hoping it would trigger the real thing. I was so horny! I arched and squirmed beneath Jurie while her tongue tickled my sensitive nipple and her hands moved inside the fabric between my thighs, only incidentally grazing my pussy because of my own writhing. It only proved to increase my thirst, not quench it.
“My brother directed me to taste myself off Jurie’s fingers when I finished ‘cumming’. I licked and slurped the dry fingers until they dripped. Link then instructed me to take control, turning Jurie over onto her back and settling beside her. My brother had me slide the girl’s white little panties off slowly. I couldn’t help but note the slick spot on the gusset when I touched it. She was wet. She was just as horny for me as I was for her.
“Jurie reached for the ceiling with her long, smooth legs. I pulled her panties past her gracefully pointed toes and set them down beside us. I admired the cute, puffy pussylips that I had uncovered, but my brother purposely kept her little treat out of the frame. Link told me to separate my lover’s legs and satisfy her orally. I set to task, nervously. I made a show of kissing her from knees to inner thighs, giddy and trembling as I made my way to her secret spot.
“My brother complimented my slow approach. When I finally made it, I kissed her puffy pussylip, right beside her slit, then slid my tongue up through her hot, wet folds. She gasped and spread her legs further, knees high, and gently buried her fingers in my hair. I thought she was pulling my deeper into her moist sex, but she turned my head so that my lips and tongue were only inside the junction of her hip and thigh.
“I felt so embarrassed. I was so eager to lick Jurie’s pussy I hadn’t even thought about the fact this was pretend sex. She hadn’t actually fingered me to orgasm, so why did I think it was okay to lick her pussy? I was so horny I couldn’t read the room. I felt like such a filthy pervert, which somehow made me much hornier. Forbidden things are just so delicious. I savored the taste of Jurie’s pussy as I half heartedly kissed her upper inner thighs.
“I finished fake eating Jurie’s pussy, my embarrassment subsiding slowly. At my brother’s direction, I was left on the bed while Jurie walked through the balcony door beside the bed. He got a couple shots of Jurie’s naked butt above my luscious mounds. Then, I joined her on the balcony and we cuddled, her bottom half naked and my top half exposed. Link took a ton of shots of us holding hands, embracing and kissing on the balcony with the beautiful blue ocean and white sand beach in the background.
“Next, Link directed us through a pretty mundane morning routine. He captured us searching for clothes, brushing our teeth and even using the bathroom, with a kiss and a cuddle in between all of it. We showered together, washing each other’s bodies as my brother’s camera flashed and flashed over our soapy, naked bodies. ‘Your bodies are so heavenly together, mmm,’ Lincoln breathed heatedly, making me flush all over. When he finally finished snapping pics he left the bathroom to look over his work. My body was glowing hot with lust.
“‘I’m so sorry about earlier,’ I apologized, breaking the moment of awkward naked shower silence.
“‘What do you mean?’
“‘Y’know, when I…, umm, licked your pussy?’
“‘Oh, that,’ she giggled, ‘it was my fault. I should have shown you the ropes. It’s just that when your brother told me you were straight I thought you’d be reluctant to lick pussy anyway. But I wouldn’t feel too bad about it. No biggie. I kind of wish I didn’t stop you but y’know, professionalism and all that.’
“I was speechless. Jurie wished I would lick her pussy. I contemplated touching her or myself under the hot water, but it seemed to me that she prioritized professionalism above getting her rocks off. That didn’t keep me from at least admiring her delectable body as we rinsed off.
“We got dressed under the watchful eye of my brother’s lense. My wardrobe was a little white shift dress, light, simple and almost too short. Lincoln had me go braless, saying he wanted to see my nipples through the fabric whenever Jurie touched me. And the panties he had me wear were Jurie’s white little thong, still damp in the middle. I never imagined wearing another girl’s undies after her, so I never knew how much it could turn me on. I didn’t look down but I was sure my brother had already captured the points of my nipples through the thin dress.
“Jurie wore a pair of tight blue short shorts and a small white tank. No bra. No panties. Her ass looked so good in the tight denim and her tits looked even better, her fine nipples jutting out from her ripe grapefruits into the tight white cotton.
“We headed out for the day on a nature trail. Lincoln had us do coupley things like hold hands, kiss, cuddle the whole way. After only a few minutes he didn’t have to tell us to. It felt pretty much like a real couple on a real date, growing more comfortable with time. We waked through beautiful green wooded areas, on small, wooden bridges over clear streams, and into a small cave near the ocean. We walked through the narrow, twisting corridor of rock and arrived in an open torch-lit cavern with a natural pool of clean water in the middle.
“My brother had us undress each other and leave our clothes near the dry part of the grotto as Jurie and I walked into the waist-deep water, hand in hand. Again, I was naked with this goddess as my own brother encouraged us.
“‘That looks so amazing,’ my brother gushed. ‘Dip down in the water and get yourselves wet. Your bodies look so good wet. Now kiss. Get closer. Closer. All the way. Yeah Dani, let your body caress Jurie’s. That’s it, there, that’s it. Now reach down between like you’re playing with each other. Aww, yeah, just like that. So sexy. You’re doing so good, Danielle.’
“Jurie and I had our hands between each other’s thighs as we feigned ecstacy. Her breasts slid wet against mine, her dark nipples poking my skin, her fingers dangerously close to my pussy. Link’s words made me feel so sexy and so did Jurie’s moans. I was whimpering, my body begging to be satisfied, aching for this not to just be make believe but for Jurie to earnestly make love to me while my big brother watched over us, affirming our passion. I ground myself against the other girl, shamelessly trying to get her hand to just graze my pussy.
“‘That’s it baby girl, you’re so desperate for her now. You’re in love with her body. You’ll do anything to please her. I love how you make love to her. Just perfect.’ Lincoln continued to sweeten the moment with his words as I ground myself against Jurie. She giggled knowingly between her moans but didn’t give in to me until Lincoln told me to orgasm. ‘Now cum for me Dani. That’s it, Dani, cum.’ Surprising me pleasantly, she slid two fingers slightly inside me while teasing my clit. The relief was so sweet, so delightfully naughty, fingered by woman while my brother encourages me to cum for him.
“I trembled, my body erupting in fireworks as I cried out in the open cavern. My own fingers found Jurie’s pussy lips and slid in between to massage her there. I twitched and groaned and threw my head back and squeezed my tits and came and came and came as Jurie sang softly in my ear, ‘That’s it, cum for your big brother. Be an obedient little sis an cum for him. You love it when he makes you cum, don’t you.’
“‘Yes, mmmmn, yes,’ is all I could say as she pleasured me with her skillful fingers and teased me with her wicked words.
“That portion of the shoot ended too soon and before I knew it Link was pulling me up out of the pool, complimenting me on how real my orgasm seemed. His hand lingered on my hip as he spoke. Link touching my naked body anywhere just sent a rush through me. I had just had a delicious cum but his hand on me rekindled an ember between my legs. Jurie climbed up out of the pool in her immaculate glory, a cheeky smile painted on her peach lips, adding heat to the warm glow between my thighs.
“‘Your sister’s awesome. Why didn’t you tell me she was so sexy, Lincoln?’ Jurie nuzzled into my side.
“Link smiled. ‘Of course she’s sexy. We’re related. She has no choice.’
“My brother handed me my panties and Jurie her little shorts, then me my dress and Jurie her tank top and we dressed. Jurie’s hair was wet and made her top wet too, so for the next hour, her nipples could be seen by every passer by. She didn’t seem to mind. Jurie was a pretty carefree soul, which was demonstrated by her flirting as we headed back to our resort. Passing back through the scenery we had passed earlier, Link was done taking pictures. But he started snapping again when Jurie asked him to photograph her flashing.
“She’d lift up her top, or pull it down in front so that her boobs came spilling out the opening squished together. My brother snapped pics. At one point she pulled her shorts down to her feet, baring her clean shaven pussy and giggling at some stranger who had just passed. My brother snapped more pics. ‘What about you Dani?’ my brother asked. Before I could agree, Jurie, giggling like a child, pulled the strap of my dress down my shoulder, exposing one my brests. My brother snapped pics.
“I gave a shy giggle and tried to cover myself and Jurie wrestled me for my clothes, both of us chortling playfully. She quickly switched and pulled up the skirt of my dress, exposing my panties. My brother took pics, laughing. It was clear that this wasn’t part of the shoot, just the three of us fooling around. One of us just so happened to be in a position to capture the silly moment in Hawaii.