This story was inspired by two of the web’s best authors on the topic of reluctant lesbians – LCDRJMC and Jenna Tarp, although neither seems to be writing these days much to my dismay. Many of the themes contained within can be found in their works, although probably better written then my attempt here. My hope is you’ll enjoy the story and that either the two authors will love it and be inspired to write more, or hate it and be inspired to write more – either way it’s a win for me. You should definitely check out both these author’s works if reluctant lesbian submission is your thing.

Oh and yes… work of fiction, not true, don’t read if it’s offensive and all the rest

Reluctant Rebecca

Part One of Many – Beginnings

By Xspy4u

       Rebecca was a practice in contradictions. To look at her body and her face, one would assume that this beautiful young woman was the picture of confidence. Surely at 5’6” with her flowing blond hair, sparkling blue eyes, perfect “C” breasts, slim waist and sculptured legs she was used to compliments. Most likely “vain” from the constant attention she received from both men and women. Probably a spoiled bitch who was used to having the finer things in life handed to her. Certainly a woman who was used to having doors held open, dropped items retrieved and given the best seat in any restaurant or on any bus. Definitely a woman both admired and hated by other women.

       Yes that was the outward appearance of Rebecca. But for those, and there were not many, who looked a little more closely at her demeanor and behavior they saw that this woman-child was still full of complete innocence. Unsure of herself and unaware of the sexual desire she sparked in others. In truth Rebecca had no idea she was a goddess. Instead of focusing on the silken softness of her skin, the luxurious curves of her body or her full firm breasts, she was haunted by her belief that her areoles were too small. About the size of a dime, accented by nipples that were the circumference of a pencil eraser and so sensitive they grew to a quarter of an inch even when she just touched them. But what she believed to be the most humiliating aspect of her body, one she was sure was freakish was that she suffered from what the Chinese call “white tiger” syndrome. Other than her head and eye brows and a very soft coverage on her arms, Rebecca’s body was completely absent of any other hair. Her legs, ass and pubic area were like a baby’s. Completely bare and smooth. Her grandmother had often told her, when bathing Rebecca, that it was God’s punishment to prevent her from hiding her sinful body. Humiliated by this thought Rebecca swore to keep her breasts and pubic area a secret from the world.

        Aside from these thoughts, Rebecca still had no luck with people. Men, of course were not her trouble, her naivety frustrated them so they mostly stayed away. It was women that caused the greatest problems for Rebecca. She liked women. Not in that way, for such thoughts and actions were sinful and wrong as her grandmother had taught her. She liked women for their company, she desperately needed a friend, but more so a loving mother figure to replace her own long passed mother. Unfortunately no matter how hard she tried to “be nice” and to make friends it always seemed to go wrong. She always said the wrong thing or acted in the wrong way and ultimately did something to offend her “hopeful” friend. Most times it ended with just disappointment, but more and more the outcome was severe for Rebecca. Although just 20, it seemed like the more time she spent beyond the walls of her aunt’s Iowa farmhouse, the more difficult finding friends became. Rebecca was not sure what she “did” exactly to “piss off” other women, but based on some of the things they did to her – which she must deserve- whatever she did must have been bad. It seemed like she had problems with all women; young, old, white, ethnic, but the ethnic women seemed to be the most difficult to make friends with.

       Rebecca never knew her father and her mother had died when Rebecca was just five. Raised by her grandmother on a small farm in Iowa, Rebecca had been home schooled. Her days were spent studying and working on the small farm. The few male farm hands that assisted her grandmother, steered clear of Rebecca for fear of being fired. The only real contact she had was with her grandmother’s friend, Wanda, who spent most of her days at the farm and their older female friends. Wanda was in her fifties, very heavy with rough hands from years of hard labor.

       Rebecca’s grandmother and Wanda spent much of the time warning her of the evils of the flesh. They insisted that it was Rebecca’s duty to resist such temptations and that physical pleasures where the road to hell. They told her that vanity was the road to temptation and that she mustn’t adorn herself with the clothing of temptation. These lessons were preached to her from the time she was seven. To reinforce the idea, Wanda suggested that Rebecca dress as plain as possible. Her entire wardrobe consisted of very short “house” dresses. She was never given bras or panties because such clothing was said to “inspire” “sinful and sexy” thoughts. While this made no difference to Rebecca before she developed, her fourteenth and fifteenth year became extremely embarrassing. It was during this time that her breasts went from non-existent to full C cups and the curves of her body developed. It was also at this time that she realized she was not growing any hair “down there”. 

       Most of her years until she was eighteen were spent trying to ignore her body and then one night shortly after her eighteenth birthday while she was preparing for her bath, she stood naked in front of the mirror rubbing her hand along the smooth surface of her pubis. The feeling excited her in a way she had never experienced and she felt herself growing moist between her legs. Knowing it was wrong she traced her finger along the lips of her pussy and felt a sudden electric shock when she accidentally found her clit.  The feeling was so good and so surprising that before she could stop herself she moaned out loud. Just then her grandmother burst through the door and screamed.

       “What are you doing?!”

       “Nothing, Grandma” Rebecca whimpered as she stood there naked.

       “I knew it. A damn whore like your mother!. You can’t even be trusted to bathe yourself.”

       “No Grandma, it was an accident, I didn’t mean…”

       “Liar! You can’t be trusted. From now on I will bathe you to ensure that you do not indulge in such sins.” With that she grabbed Rebecca by the arm and dragged her to the tub and forced her into the water.  Her grandmother then began to vigorously wash her from head to toe. She made Rebecca stand up and ran her soapy hands all over her body.; All the while talking about sins and redemption. Rebecca knew she deserved such treatment, but she found it difficult to concentrate on her grandmother’s words as the old hands found her breasts and rubbed and squeezed them. When her grandmother took each nipple between her fingers and began to pull and squeeze, Rebecca thought she would die. Her legs grew weak and she prayed that the manipulation would end. She knew her grandmother was just trying to “clean the sin” from her body, but the sinful sensation was driving her mad. Rebecca closed her eyes tight and tried to listen to her grandmother’s voice instead of thinking about the overwhelming warming between her legs or the sensation radiating from her breasts. Had she opened them she would have seen her grandmother’s evil grin and watchful eyes as she studied Rebecca’s reaction to her knowing manipulations.

       When her grandmother had finished with her breast she moved a hand to Rebecca’s ass and soaped up the wonderful soft globes. Slowly her fingers found their way to Rebecca’s anus. Her grandmother slowly swirled her finger around the rosy flower again watching as Rebecca’s labored breathing gave away her obvious excitement. Her grandmother had given up the pretense of lecture, as Rebecca was already in another world. She moved her finger closer and closer to the center and then softly pushed it into Rebecca’s anus. Rebecca jolted at the sensation and squeezed her eyes tighter.

       “What is wrong with you?” her grandmother said in an angry stern voice.

       “Nothing” Rebecca whimpered.

       “I am cleaning you because you can’t be trusted to do it yourself. Are you having sinful thoughts? Are you a whore?”

       “No-oh grandma”. Rebecca’s grandmother’s wicked smile returned as she drove her finger in and out of Rebecca’s ass, twirling it now and again for added affect. Rebecca meanwhile fought the sensations she was feeling, blaming herself for being so sinful. She was relived when her grandmother finally removed her finger, but it was short lived as she felt her grandma’s hand slide around the front and between her legs. Her Grandma, felt how hot and wet Rebecca had become. She suddenly slapped Rebecca’s ass, shocking the young girl.

       “Bend over so I can wash you properly.” Without a word, Rebecca bent at the waist. She was now completely exposed to her grandmother and completely humiliated. Worst yet, in this position her full breast hung down and her nipples seemed to extend even further. As if reading her mind, her grandma’s soapy hands returned to Rebecca’s breast and once again began their manipulations. One hand disappeared and Rebecca felt it slide down her firm belly, around her outer thigh then to the top of her ass. From there it slowly slid first between her ass cheeks and then to her baby smooth mound. She felt fingers spreading her and then running back and forth between her lips. All the while the one hand on her breast continued to massage and tweak her nipple. The pressure in Rebecca was building in a way she had never felt. She was dizzy from bending over, or so she thought. She had no idea what these feeling were caused by, certain it was her fault and her “sin” she tried to think about something other than what was happening to her body. She was sure it was not the fault of her loving grandmother’s innocent washing.

       The truth was that the lady between her legs was not actually her grandmother. Rebecca didn’t know that this women had taken her mother in when she was pregnant; That she had done so because it presented her with the opportunity for some “free help” and that when her mother had died, “grandma” decided to keep the little girl for her own.  This woman watched Rebecca become a beautiful young woman and had reached a point where it was impossible for her to keep her hands off her anymore. A lifetime lesbian, living in a place where such a thing was “unheard of” this became the perfect opportunity for her and her girlfriend Wanda to have some fun.

       Watching now as Rebecca, bent in torment, tried to hold back what was inevitable, Candice intensified her assault. She found Rebecca’s engorged clitoris, realizing that it was just like the girl’s mothers; prominent and long and so easily manipulated. She squeezed it between her fingers and the girl jumped. Then holding it she began to pull on it. She masturbated the growing clit faster and faster knowing that the girl could not hold out much longer, and that would be all the excuse she needed to ensure she had complete access to the girl – always.

       Rebecca was going insane. The sensation from between her legs radiated to her breasts and anus. She was sweating from the exertion of holding back this building feeling that she knew was wrong. She prayed it would stop. She thought, when the hand left her breast that she could survive this, but her grandmother’s hand ran quickly down her back. The constant manipulation of her clitoris was too much, but when a finger again entered her anus, it was the final straw. Rebecca’s orgasm exploded throughout her. It seemed to last forever, and then each time it seemed to recede another one followed. By the fifth she had all she could take and sank to her knees in exhaustion. She could just make out the sound of her grandma’s voice yelling at her,

       “Oh you dirty whore. What have you done? You can’t even be washed you sinner.” The rest faded out. She did not remember her grandmother taking her out of the tub and drying her. Or being walked to her bed and laid down still naked. And she was unaware of when later, Wanda appeared in her doorway and stared hungrily at her naked and exposed body.

II

       After that night Rebecca was easily manipulated by her “Grandma” and Wanda. She was bathed almost every night by one or the other. Some nights it was just quick, with no repeats of the first night. At those times, Rebecca believed it was because she had kept her thoughts pure. On other nights, she experienced multiple orgasms because of her “sinful weaknesses”. But nighttime baths were not the only times that such weaknesses plagued Rebecca. There were problems in the daytime also.

       One day at lunch she somehow spilled milk on her dress. Technically, Wanda spilled it, but her Grandma told her it was her fault for not watching where she placed her glass. Her dress soaked, her grandma insisted it must be washed or it would be ruined. Also it was wash day and her grandmother did not intend to waste money on a second load for one dress. Since Rebecca’s other three dresses where already dirty, she was made to spend the rest of the day naked.  Much to her embarrassment, her grandmother insisted she continue helping with the corn husking in the barn. Although indoors was better than naked field work, in the barn were three temporary girls they had hired.

       Wanda assured Rebecca that there was nothing to worry about and that she would go out and speak with the girls. When Rebecca had finished washing the lunch dishes she took her first tentative step outside completely bare. The soft wind blew across her body, instantly raising her nipples to hard points. Rebecca wished that she had hair between her legs to provide at least some measure of coverage. Knowing that while a slow walk to the barn would delay her embarrassment, she also realized that it would also increase her exposure to anyone who might show up at the barn. Still indecisive she was suddenly slapped on the ass by her grandmother who told her to “hurry up”. Rebecca walked quickly to the barn feeling her large breasts bouncing with each step. The bouncing only served to increase the sensation in her nipples which made them all the more harder.

       When she reached the barn and entered the three girls all turned and looked at her. The de facto leader of the group, Donna, gave her an evil look and said “whore”. Beverly, the red head giggled and ran up to her, draping her arm around Rebecca’s shoulder.

       “Oh come on now Donna. Like Wanda told us, Becky had a little accident. It’s not her fault. Is it Becky?”

       “Um, no. I’m sorry”

       “See Donna”, the tall red head said, “she’s sorry. Besides it’s just us girls right Nancy?”
       “That’s right” Nancy a brunette with short curly hair said. She also approached the naked blond, only the look in her eye was not playful like Beverly’s nor was it angry like Donna’s. Her look said something else and it kind of scared Rebecca.

       “Well” said Beverly, “a bunch of girls have no reason to worry about being naked in front of each other. I mean we all have the same equipment, right Rebecca?” Rebecca still keeping an eye on Nancy’s slow approach and intent look absently affirmed.

       “I mean it’s a sister hood thing really. And it’s the mind that causes the sin right Rebecca?”

       “Yes” Rebecca said suddenly brought to attention by the phrase, she became all too  aware of her nakedness and her erect nipples.

       “Really” continued the redhead, “there’s nothing sexual about a naked girl or a girl touching a girl unless you’re a pervert or a sinner, right Becky?”

       “Um, right” Rebecca said, wishing the red head would stop running her soft hand up and down her back.

       “A body is a body after all. For example we all have breasts. Its no big deal and I certainly wouldn’t have any bad thoughts if some girl innocently touched mine.”

       Donna who was at first angry and jealous of Rebecca started to smile. She realized where Beverly was going with all this and now Wanda’s little speech made perfect sense. Nancy also understood and stopped her approach just an arm’s length away from the naked blonde.

       The sensation on her back and the heat in the barn was making Rebecca perspire. Soon her body was covered in a fine sheen. Beverly continued to run her hand lightly up and down Rebecca’s back and with each stroke she got closer and closer to her ass. Eventually her hand went so low that her finger tips were moving over the top part of Rebecca’s bum. All the while, Beverly continued to build her case for why it was completely okay for girls to be naked around other girls.

       “So really unless you are a perverted sinner, there just isn’t any reason to be concerned.. Nancy, don’t you agree?”

       “Oh definitely.” Nancy said with a big smile.

       “What about you Rebecca, I mean you’re the one who’s naked in front of us all. You’re not a perverted sinner are you?”

       “No”

       “You’re not some crazy lesbian trying to seduce us are you?”

       “NO! Not at all.”

       “Good I wouldn’t want to think you came out here naked just to try and rape us.”

       “Of course not. I’m not like that!”

       “You’re not?” Suddenly there was a different tone in the Beverly’s voice. It was a little edgy and it scared Rebecca.

       “No, I’m not. I had an accident that’s all.”

       “Well sure, but you could have come out in a towel or something. I mean why are you naked?”
       “I…I... I don’t know, I guess”

       “Hmm, maybe you are a pervert sinner. What do you think Donna?”

       “I was the one who said ‘whore’ remember”

       “Well, that’s true. Rebecca I’m a little concerned, I mean here you are naked and look you even shave your pussy.”

       “I don’t!”

       “Well there is no hair on it”

       “It….it just doesn’t grow” Rebecca said in a small voice.  She started to pull away from the red head, but the girl suddenly wrapped her arm around her waist and held her tight.

       “Okay well, I tell you what Becky, how bout a little test?”

       “What kind of test?”

       “You say you’re not a pervert and I’d like to believe you, so I’ll give you a chance to prove yourself.”

       “Okay” Rebecca said unsure of “how” she would prove it.

       “Girl’s don’t turn you on right. And you didn’t come out here naked to seduce us right?”

       “Right!”

       “Okay then it should be completely okay for us to touch you. I mean that won’t have any effect on you cuz you’re not interested in girls.”

       “Umm, well , I”

       “I told you she was a whore” said Donna as she walked closer.

       “I’m not a whore.”

       “I believe you” said Beverly, her hand was now running up and down across Rebecca’s hip. “Nancy, do you believe Becky?”
       “Maybe, but I want to be sure before I spend the rest of the day with her in this barn. I mean she’s naked, what if she tries to rape me or something.”
       “I won’t. I promise” cried Rebecca

       Nancy came up close and looked into Rebecca’s blue eyes. Her hand casually landed on Rebecca’s flat stomach.

       “Well I don’t know. I really want to make sure your not some sex fiend” Nancy said in a slow and low voice. Her hand was now rubbing Rebecca’s stomach and across her ribs just below her breasts. The side of Nancy’s hand occasionally touched the soft orbs. “I guess we should really make sure women don’t turn you on.” With that her right hand traced its way across Rebecca’s left breast the palm rubbing across the hard nipple. The fine layer of sweat on Rebecca’s body was like a lubricant making the sensation all the more erotic. Nancy’s hand passed over the left and found the right breast and repeated the massage. Behind Rebecca, Beverly removed her hand from the girl’s waist and slowly slid it onto the beautiful blond’s equally beautiful ass. Beverly could not resist using both hands to massage the firm silky orbs. Her fingers casually entered the crease and she gently brushed the blonde’s anus. She couldn’t wait to get her finger in there, but she knew the moment needed to be just right. She was well aware of the brainwashing this little minx had been receiving and her Aunt Wanda was completely clear on how this must go as to not ruin the process.

       Beverly looked up at Donna, who had played her part as the angry girl so well. Although, Beverly was sure that the “Act” was fairly easy since Donna was usually angry and jealous. Catching Donna’s eye she winked and nodded at the heavy set girl. On cue Donna said,

       “So you say you don’t shave, but look at that bare pussy.”

       “I...I do-don’t” With the manipulation of her breast, Rebecca was having a hard time staying focused.

       “Okay. Well if that is true there won’t be any stubble.” Donna knew it wasn’t true but she just wanted an excuse to put her hands on the girl’s smooth cunt.. Before Rebecca could protest, Donna stepped forward and cupped the girl’s pussy. Her middle finger rested softly on the girl’s slit.

       “Umm please don’t” Rebecca whimpered.

       “Come now, Becky, you said you weren’t into girls. All we are doing is checking to be sure. These protests make me wonder what is running through that dirty mind of yours.”

       “Nothing! It’s just that…that…awww” Before she could complete her sentence, Beverly had slid her finger into the girl’s anus. At the same time, Nancy had pulled both of her nipples and Donna was rubbing her hand up and down the girl’s slit. The combination sent such a spark through Rebecca’s body that she shuttered and almost fell.        Seeing her eyes close and head fall back was all the three girls needed. Donna and Beverly slipped to their knees. Donna took a deep breath of the girl’s aroma and could not wait any longer. She quickly drove her tongue into the girl, lapping away at the sweet juices and concentrating on the ever growing clit. Beverly meanwhile spread the young girl’s ass cheeks and feverously licked the girl from anus to vagina. Nancy wrapped her arms around Rebecca and attached her mouth the girl’s beautiful nipples. She teased and bit first one and then the other. The three girls devoured the naked and helpless Rebecca. Rebecca, however, believed it was all just a sinful fantasy and struggled to ignore the sensations. The girl’s administrations were too much and she was racked with orgasm after orgasm. The assault continued for over a half hour, with each to the girl’s trading places. By then Rebecca was so delirious with pleasure that she was no longer even aware of her surroundings.

       When the girl’s were done with her, they carried her over to the table that they had been cleaning the corn at, set her down and let her head lay on the table. They all took their seats and went back about their business as if nothing had happened. They even put some of the finish work into Rebecca’s basket to make it look as if she too had been working.

       When Rebecca awoke, Beverly just looked at her and said, “Nice work, sleeping on the job!”

       “I, uh, what?”

       “You heard her, whore:” Donna piped in,” We do all the work and you take a nap”

       “I’m sorry, I thought that..”

       “You thought what?” Donna accused “You spend an hour sleeping at the table moaning like your having some sex dream while we do all the work.”

       “No. I ah” Rebecca didn’t know what to say. She thought. Oh my God she thought, what was I thinking? Of course it was all a dream, these girl’s aren’t lesbians. I’m the one who’s naked after all.

       “Well you can make up for it by catching up” sneered Nancy

       “Yes, yes, okay.”

       The rest of the afternoon, the girls pretty much ignored Rebecca, or at least pretended too. They would occasionally drop corn ears in her lap and then retrieve them “accidentally” rubbing her breasts and sensitive nipples or running their fingers through her slit. The constant attention kept Rebecca’s mind fuzzy and her body in a constant state of near orgasm. A few times she almost came from all the attention. By the end of the day she was so excited she was like a tight piano wire ready to snap.

III

       When she left the barn, Wanda smiled a wicked smile knowing that the girl had no idea how primed she was for the rest of the evening. Forced to remain naked, her grandma insisting it was foolish to waste a clean dress now, Rebecca was mortified to learn that the sewing club was coming for dinner. While she couldn’t put on any clothes, her grandmother insisted she bathe before the guests arrived. Wanda was assigned to help her bathe. Unlike other nights, however, the two’s goal was not to let the beautiful blond orgasm before the guests arrived. They wanted her on edge and ready to explode. The bath was quick as Wanda sensed that it wouldn’t take much to set the girl off.

       When the guest arrived, Rebecca was seated next to Ms. Palmer, a heavy set black woman with big thick hands. Ms Palmer accidentally touched Rebecca’s breasts several times. On the fourth occasion, she looked at Rebecca and said, “Why don’t you watch those damn things” and then reached out and grabbed Rebecca’s right nipple and pulled on it laughing. The electric shock ran straight to Rebecca’s pussy and only by share will power did she prevent an orgasm right at the table.

       Seeing the affect it had, Ms. Palmer slowly found Rebecca’s thigh with her hand. All the while she talked she kept rubbing the girl’s soft voluptuous flesh. Higher and higher she slid her hand until it finally found the smooth flesh above the girl’s vagina. Rebecca closed her legs tight, but Ms. Palmer simply wrapped a plump leg around the girl’s calf and pulled her right leg over. On the other side of her Rebecca’s grandma looked at her and said, “What’s the matter with you? Quite fidgeting” and with that grabbed Rebecca’s left thigh and pulled it open, pinning her leg between her grandma’s hand and her grandma’s own thigh. Now completely exposed, she was defenseless to stop Ms. Palmer’s fat fingers from exploring at will.

       First the black club like fingers simply rubbed the smoothness of her hairless pubis. Then they slid along her outer lips feeling the moisture that was building there. Rebecca, highly aroused already, slipped into an almost trance like state unaware that her grandma’s hand had left her thigh and was now stroking her extended nipple. The combination of both hands was quickly driving Rebecca to the edge. Ms. Palmer sensing by the sweat and the girl’s rising color that the end was near slid her finger into the girl’s pussy. She expertly curled the finger, locating Rebecca’s sensitive G-spot and applied soft but insistent pressure with a slight rocking motion. Rebecca’s breathing immediately increased to almost a pant. Her eyes were closed and she was unaware that all eyes at the table were hungrily watching her. Across the table the seventy five year old Mrs. Jones slid her shoe off and then slid down in her chair. Using her big toe, she stretch across and found Rebecca’s sensitive and engorged clit. She furiously rubbed it in a circular motion. That was the final breaking point. Rebecca rocked in her chair from the orgasm, her grandma pulling hard on her nipple to increase the intensity. Before a second could consume her the women stopped the administration. Bathed in sweat and shaking, still close to a second orgasm Rebecca came to her senses and looked up at the disapproving faces.

        “What is the matter with you” Wanda asked in a disgusted tone.

       Rebecca was speechless.

       “Alright ladies; Lets got to the living room and work on the quilt. The dinner dishes can wait. Rebecca, since you are naked you can hold the quilt while we stitch in the design”

       “Yes grandma” Rebecca was so confused she barely knew what she was saying yes to.

       In the living room she was made to stand in the middle of the room, arm sheld above her head holding the quilt in front of her. The women all gathered around pretending interest in the quilt while in fact drinking in the beauty of this oh so naked blond.

       “Now whatever you do, Rebecca, do not move the quilt. It must remain steady or we’ll make a mistake”

       “Yes grandma.”

       As the women pretended to prepare there seemed a lot of need to make adjustments to both the quilt and Rebecca. Hands were all over her body, moving her or “accidentally” touching her. The “imagined” caresses were driving her crazy. Rebecca closed her eyes and tried to think of anything else but her body’s sinful betrayal. In the process her arms kept falling from their raised positions. This agitated the group of women to no end. It was Wanda who of course came up with a solution. She ran from the room and then returned with a set of leather cuffs and a long rope. During her absence Rebecca’s mind cleared and the thoughts of women touching her disappeared. When she saw Wanda’s solution she began to protest, but her Grandmother told her to hush.

       “Now Rebecca you just hush, it’s a simple thing and it won’t hurt. Besides it will let you rest you arms while helping us with the quilt.”

       “Okay.” Rebecca said, but she was very uncomfortable with the thought of how her body would react to such a position. Before she could say anymore Wanda secured a leather cuff to each wrist. Each cuff had a silver ring attached to it and through these the tall matronly looking woman named Ms. Jenson passed the rope. The rope was then thrown over one of the wooden ceiling beams and Ms Jenson pulled it until Rebecca’s arms were extended above her head. There was enough slack so as to allow some movement but not enough for Rebecca to lower her arms. The end of the rope was in turn tied to one of the sofa’s legs. Ms. Jones then placed the quilt end in Rebecca’s outstretched hands and someone gave the girl a little push forward. The end result was the naked blond was now trussed arms over head with the quilt hanging about a foot in front of her.

       Once satisfied that the girl was both helpless and in the most exposed position, the women returned to their “quilting”. Almost immediately the imaginary hands and caresses returned to Rebecca’s mind. She was so disgusted with her sinful thoughts she just closed her eyes and tried to think about something else. No matter how she tried though she kept imagining the wicked sensations on her body. She imagined a warm moist suckling of her nipples and soft caresses on her back, buttocks and thighs. Her inner thighs were the most maddening as it felt like occasional light strokes that ended just short of her bare and exposed pussy. Horrified, she suddenly felt the moisture from her heated vagina threatening to spill out. She didn’t notice when Mrs. Jones crawled under the quilt and knelt before Rebecca’s wet honey pot. Mrs. Jones’ just smiled taking in such a beautiful sight.

       The women all played their role. Keeping up the pretenses of normal conversation while they took every opportunity to touch and manipulate the helpless naked girl. Ms. Jenson, seeing the girl struggling to compose herself, eyes closed, couldn’t resist the opportunity to suckle the beautiful erect nipples. The small areoles, so pink against the smooth white flesh were just too much, she needed to lick and suck them. She took the protruding nipple into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it and then alternated with sucking. Soon Wanda joined her on the other side. All the while they watched Rebecca to ensure she didn’t open her eyes.

       Meanwhile Grandma Candice had slipped in behind Rebecca and wetting her finger began to explore the young woman’s anus. She knew this always but Rebecca over the top and sure enough as she twirled her finger in and out, the teen’s hips began to gyrate ever so slowly. The sight was too much, the softness of the girls flesh, the beautiful curve of her hips, Candice spread the girl’s cheeks and used her tongue on the girl’s pink rosebud. The affect was immediate and the gyrations increased, now she could hear Rebecca’s soft moans.

       Ms Palmer took up a position next to Ms. Jones. She knew that Rebecca was beyond the point of complaint so she took her thick index finger and slid it into the girl’s soaking pussy. She began to slowly thrust it in and out and then picked up the pace when Ms. Jones, anxious for her share, grabbed Rebecca’s hips and the thrust her old face into the young girl’s pussy. Ms. Jones frantically licked the girl slit as Rebecca’s clitoris grew even larger. Ms. Jones turned her attack to the girl’s love button sucking and biting.

       The two mouths on her breast sucking and licking, the tongue invading her anus, the finger fucking and the ravaging of her clit was too much. The full assault of these seasoned women drove Rebecca to the edge of sanity. Her orgasm was so powerful she screamed. But this time they did not stop, the attack continued and continued as the women used every technique they had and thoroughly enjoyed the young smooth naked body before them. Rebecca’s orgasms became a chain, each more powerful then the next. Her body shook until she had nothing left. Even after all the orgasms had been forced from her the women continued to caress and rub her body. Later they untied her and carried her to bed. They used a wet wash clothe to eliminate any signs of her enjoyment. Her grandmother covered her up and she was finally left to sleep.

       

Reluctant Rebecca – Chapter 2

Aunt Nora

Thanks for the feedback on the first chapter. Keep the constructive stuff coming, if you’re disappointed (as a few of you were) sorry it’s my first shot at this. For those who enjoyed it I am committed to finishing the tale provided there is enough interest (I’ll finish it anyway, I just won’t post so if you don’t see future chapters here just email me and I’ll send them to you). There are several more chapters outlined on Rebecca’s life, they are: Aunt Nora’s House and the Cousins, The Cousins BBQ,, Community College Days, A Day at the Beach with the Soccer Moms, Culture Problems at Community College, Volunteer Work at the Adult Day Care and the Community Pool Spanish Inquisition. Hope you enjoy! And of course this story contains adult content of a fictional nature and is intended for mature readers over the age of 18.

       A year after the night with the ladies quilting club Rebecca’s grandmother died. Wanda took care of all the details including the cremation. Rebecca spent most of the week in a daze. She was uncertain what to do or what would happen to her now. She assumed that Wanda would either move in with her or her with Wanda. A few days later, however, a car pulled up in front of the house. Rebecca went to the window and saw a large woman exit the vehicle and approached the front door. Wanda, who had been in the living room, went outside to meet her. The two women shook hands and began to talk. Rebecca couldn’t hear what they said, but it appeared that Wanda was doing most of the talking while the large stranger occasionally nodded her head but generally seemed distracted. Rebecca was amazed at the woman’s height. She was at least six feet tall. She was dressed in jeans and a large sweatshirt that did little to conceal the size of her enormous breast. She also had a tangle of short curly black hair and a large but piggish face. Rebecca did not like her look one bit. Something about the woman frightened her, she looked very mean. Rebecca hoped that she would soon leave, but instead the woman and Wanda began walking towards the house. As they climbed the front porch Rebecca could finally make out part of their conversation.

       “It better be as good as you say or the deal is off” the big women said in a deep smoky voice.

       “Trust me, if I didn’t need the money there is no way you’d even be here.” Wanda laughed.

       “Alright, well lets get to it then” the woman said with no amusement.

       Rebecca heard them come through the front door and she retreated from the window and moved towards her bedroom door. Halfway across the room she heard Wanda call to her.

       “Rebecca, get out here, you have company”

       Rebecca grew panicky. She didn’t want to meet the giant. Worse yet Wanda had insisted on washing all of her dresses this morning and they were currently hanging on the line out back drying. All she had on was a skimpy white tee shirt that barely came to the bottom of her butt cheeks. She couldn’t go meet this large woman in such a vulnerable state. Wanda yelled for her again. She knew she couldn’t delay and thought about wrapping herself in a blanket, but thought better of it, knowing how mad that would make Wanda. Wanda had, in the past, scolded her for removing the bed covering. Defeated, Rebecca grabbed the bottom of the tee shirt and tried to pull it lower on her body. The material rubbed tight against her C-cup breast causing her nipples to harden. She quickly released the bottom of the shirt but it was too late, her nipples were now hard and poking through the thin fabric.

       “Rebecca, what are you doing in there?”

       “I’m coming” she replied in a shaky voice.

       Nora saw the beautiful blond walking down the hall in nothing but a tee shirt. The girl’s long hair glowed against her tan skin. Nora couldn’t see her eyes because the girl kept them looking down at the floor. Didn’t matter, she knew they would be as innocent as a lamb’s. What did matter, though, was the look of those full breasts that moved slightly under the thin fabric of the tee shirt. Nora could see the girl’s nipples poking through and had to resist taking the girl right there in the hallway. As Rebecca entered the living room, Nora got her first look at the firm and well shaped thighs. They were toned and smooth with an incredible golden tan. While the girl was still looking down, Nora leaned over to Wanda and whispered “deal”.

       “Rebecca”, Wanda said, “I’d like you to meet someone special.”

       Rebecca had come to a stop a few feet in front of them and finally looked up. Her girl’s face was incredible, soft and innocent with beautiful bee-sting lips that made Rebecca look as if she was pouting. Nora’s heart felt like it skipped a beat.

       “Rebecca,” Wanda continued “this is your Aunt Nora”

       “Aunt?” Rebecca asked softly.

       “That’s right” thundered Nora “Actually I’m your half aunt, me and your ma were half sisters. But no matter, like I was telling Wanda on the phone when I heard about your grandma’s passing, family is family. Isn’t that right Wanda?”

       “That’s right. And besides Rebecca, with your grandma gone now you can’t stay here by yourself. Not with your problems and all.”

       Nora became a little concerned, “Problems, what problems?”

       “Oh it’s nuthin’ really. Rebecca just has a lot of sinful thoughts in her, like her mother did.”

       “That. Well yes” Nora said, “It was that sin that really was the cause of our fallin’ out. Too bad too, I really seemed to have missed out in watching Rebecca here grow up.”

       “I’m sure you can help her though being family and all.”

       “Oh I’m positive we can” Nora said and smiled for the first time.

       Rebecca did not like her smile one bit. She had big teeth and all the while she smiled her eyes remained cold and distant. It looked more like a grimace than a smile. Rebecca was also very embarrassed that Wanda had shared her issue of sinful thoughts with this woman. She didn’t want to think about Nora helping her take a bath.

       “So, are you going to live here with me?” Rebecca asked, her gaze returning to her bare feet.

       “Here? Heavens no girl. We have to sell this place. Can’t afford it. Besides I have a house just a few hours from here. Plus I have two girls of my own. You’ll love Margo and Trish, they’re about your age so you girl’s will have plenty to talk about. And don’t worry about your little problem we are a good religious family and we’ll keep you in line.” At that Nora laughed a bellowing laugh and turned and winked at Wanda.

       “Now come on” Nora continued “give your aunt a hug and then we’ll get you packed and haul ass out of this dump”. 

       Nora stepped forward and grabbed Rebecca by the shirt and pulled her into her large bosom. She wrapped her big arms around the smaller girl and gave her a long squeeze. Rebecca thought she felt her tee shirt rising in the back but was utterly trapped by her aunt’s embrace. When a big soft hand settled on Rebecca’s bare ass, she jumped. The hand squeezed her butt cheek and then ran up her back, taking the shirt with it. It then slowly slid down her back again and across her ass. Her aunt suddenly released her and stepped back

       “Well girl are you just going to stand there all day or are you going to get your stuff?

       The rough and impatient sound of her aunt’s voice made Rebecca realized that she had imagined the entire thing. Rebecca realized to her dismay that even with a woman this ugly her sinful thoughts knew no end.

       “She doesn’t have much” Wanda said “A girl like her can’t be wearing a lot of clothes as they tend to lead to bad thoughts.”

       “Oh yes” Nora beamed “I completely agree”.

       “She does have three dresses, but they are still a little damp and are hanging out on the line. Would you like to have some coffee while we wait for them to dry?”

       “Nope. Can’t do it, we gotta a little bit of a drive and I need to get back to my girls. Just grab what you got and throw it in a bag.”

       “Okay,” said Rebecca, afraid to cross her aunt. “I don’t mind wearing a dress that’s a little damp.”

       “Not in my car. Not gonna have you ruin my seats. I have something for you to put on. Now hurry up.”

       Rebecca took off to the clothes line to retrieve her dresses hoping at least one of her dresses was dry, she didn’t like the thought of having to wear something her aunt had brought..

       “Hot damn” whooped Nora “You weren’t kidding, she is a beauty”

       “I told you” Wanda said a little sad to be seeing Rebecca go.

       “Well I’ll send you the money at the end of the week. And thanks for closing up this place for me.”

       “Oh no problem. Maybe you could bring Rebecca back for a visit once in a while”

       “Yes, yes of course.” Nora was growing very impatient. She couldn’t wait to get her new toy home. Her daughters were going to love this girl. Then as an after thought, she asked Wanda,

       “So she really thinks all the stuff is in her head.”

       “She really does” now it was Wanda’s turn to smile, “So don’t fuck it up”.

       “Oh I won’t, trust me.”

       It only took Rebecca five minutes to get what few things she had into a bag. Unfortunately her dresses actually seemed wetter than when they had gone on the line to dry. When she returned to the living room still in her old short tee shirt, her aunt grabbed the bag from her hand and rummaged through it.

       “No panties? No bras?’

       Embarrassed, Rebecca looked down and said softly, “No. Grandma said they would make my, uh, problem worse.”

       “Good Lord,” Nora said loudly looking at Wanda. “What kind of a slut is she that she can’t even wear undergarments?”

       “I’m not a slut” Rebecca said louder than she intended.

       Her Aunt spun on her; face beat red and her eyes ablaze. She grabbed Rebecca by the shirt and nearly lifted the blond off her feet.

       “Listen to me girly! You are what I say you are, do you understand?” the big women screamed. Spittle hit Rebecca’s face and she flinched as much from that as from the sound of her Aunt’s thunderous roar.

       “Yes” she whispered.

       “Good because it would do you well to remember I don’t have to be here. I could leave you in this place until the bank comes and takes it and you starve! And remember you’re the one with the problem, yes that’s right Wanda filled me in on all the details. Now as family I have a commitment to help you, but that can’t happen if you are gonna sass me and try and tell me what’s what! Understand?”

       “Yes, Aunt Nora.”

       “That’s better. Just remember you do what me and your cousins tell you and you’ll be fine.”

       “Okay”

       Damn, Nora thought, she really is a submissive thing.

       “Now,” she said releasing Rebecca, “You don’t have any dresses to wear and that tee shirt is a mess”. It wasn’t but even what little there was just wasn’t revealing enough. Nora wanted this girl the most vulnerable she could make her. “So let’s get it off you and you can put on a shirt I brought with me. I wasn’t sure of your size, sorry, Wanda told me you were a small girl; I thought she meant more like a 12 year old. But no matter, this will do.”

       In her hand she held a white silk blouse that buttoned up the front. To Rebecca the thing looked almost transparent. As her aunt raised it up Rebecca saw the problem. It couldn’t have been more than a size small. She would be lucky if she could even button it and she didn’t think the thing would reach her waist. She hesitated taking it and again her Aunt grew impatient.

       “For Christ’s sake! Here I’ll help you.”

       “No!” Rebecca said realizing that her Aunt meant to help her dress. “Please I’ll just go change in my bedroom it won’t take a moment.”

       “Forget it, we don’t have time. Besides if I’m gonna help you bathe you my as well get used to me seeing you naked.”

       With that she spun Rebecca around. “Here Wanda hold this” Nora said as she threw the blouse to her. “Now Rebecca put your arms over your head so I can get this rag off you.”

       Rebecca felt like a small child being changed. As she raised her arms the tee shirt slipped over her buttocks and she felt the heat from her Aunt’s body on her ass.

       Standing behind Rebecca, an evil grin spread across Nora’s face and she winked at Wanda. She couldn’t believe her luck, she thought she would have to wait until they got back home before she got an opportunity to touch this blond goddess.

       “That’s a girl”, she said as she squatted behind Rebecca. “Now don’t fidget or I’ll have to spank you.” Nora squatted lower so her face was almost level with the girl’s beautiful firm buttocks. It was taking all she had not to bury her face in the soft luscious flesh. Instead she placed her hands on each of Rebecca’s thighs. As she slid them up she could not believe how soft and smooth the girl’s skin was. It felt like satin.  She slid her hands higher and reached the curve of the Rebecca’s hips. Slowly she left her hips and found the trim waist. As her hands traced the curve of Rebecca’s body, Nora raised herself up so she could get a better angle. Slowly, she traced the girl’s soft sides. As she did she let her wrists catch the tee shirt and raise it as she went. In this way she didn’t have to take her hands off the soft flesh beneath her hands. When Nora knew her hands were just below the girl’s breast, she slid her hands slightly forward. An inch latter and her fingers were just touching the firm smooth underside of Rebecca’s breasts. When she touched the skin there she heard Rebecca take in a quick breath. She paused only for a moment and then continued her journey upwards, still dragging the tee shirt with her. Nora moved her hands forward as she outline the perfectly shaped C-cups. When she came to Rebecca’s nipples she slowed a little to be sure to give them a good rub with her fingers. Rebecca’s nipples responded immediately. They instantly grew hard under Nora’s touch and the girl’s breathing became quicker. Nora took the opportunity to stop with  her hands fully cupping the full satiny globes. She could feel Rebecca’s nipples straining against her palm.

       “What’s the matter with you honey? You’re not having bad thoughts over a shirt change are you?”

       “No-o” stammered Rebecca. Truth was the warm thick hands on her breast were causing her to flush and she felt a stirring between her legs. The longer the hands stayed there the more certain she was that her clit was starting to protrude from her hairless pussy.

       “Hmm. I don’t know” said Nora, “seems like you’re getting a little excited over nothing. I mean look at these nipples, they’re like two little rocks.” As Nora said this, she took the opportunity to take each one of the now pencil eraser size nipples between her thick thumb and index finger. She gave each a little squeeze and then twisted them lightly. The spark that ran through Rebecca caught her off guard and her knees gave out.

       “Ahh” she said as she started to slip to the floor, her pussy suddenly becoming soaking wet.

       Nora took the opportunity to pull the tee shirt up to Rebecca’s neck, draping the fabric over the girls head, trapping Rebecca’s arms. Rebecca was now kneeling on the floor, completely naked except for the tee shirt that was covering her head and outstretched arms. She tried to struggle out of it, but her aunt’s hands returned to her breasts again cupping each one. Rebecca was certain it must be her over active imagination; her Aunt wouldn’t be standing over her, massaging her breasts. And certainly Wanda would have said something. But even through her struggle with the tee shirt, she couldn’t rid her mind of the sensation of her aunt milking each breast from base to nipple. Worse yet as it continued she felt herself growing wetter and wetter, he clit was now poking from her soft lips.

       “Stop struggling, so I can get this off you” her Aunt said. Rebecca realized the sensation from her breasts was gone and that her Aunt’s hands were on her hips.

       “Come on. You got to stand up and then we can get you out of this tangle.” Rebecca didn’t understand why, if her Aunt wanted her to stand she was now pushing Rebecca forward. Rebecca found herself with her head on the floor, still tangled in the tee shirt and now her ass was sticking up completely exposed. Then she understood when she felt her aunt grab the tee shirt in one hand as her aunt’s right hand slid down Rebecca’s back. Her aunt began to pull back on the tee shirt, while her other hand slid down the crack of Rebecca’s exposed ass. She realized that her Aunt meant to find a place to get some leverage on Rebecca’s lower body. Panic filled her when she realized that if her Aunt’s hand went much lower she would see how wet Rebecca had gotten. She was about to just throw herself forward when her Aunt’s finger ran across her exposed asshole. It felt like for just a moment a finger wiggled inside her and the sensation made her clit and nipples even harder. Rebecca tried to pull forward but her Aunt’s grip on the tee shirt made any forward movement impossible. Suddenly the hand left her ass and in one quick motion she felt fingers sliding through her nether lips. Her lips were moist from her excitement and her Aunt’s fingers slid easily.

       “Ohhh” Rebecca moaned. She tried to stifle it but she was no longer in control of her body.

       “My God, she’s soaking wet” Rebecca horrified heard her Aunt yell.

       “She is a little slut” her Aunt continued, “Can’t even change her shirt without having some sex fantasy, and about her Aunt of all people. Well I can tell you missy, you ain’t getting in my car like this. It will ruin the seats. I need to wipe this up a little bit.”

       With that her Aunt began to rub her fingers back and forth across Rebecca’s slit. She would start at the top of her lips and run her fingers all the way back to Rebecca’s anus and then return in the opposite direction. After a couple of passes, her Aunt’s chubby fingers found Rebecca’s now engorged clit.

       “What the hell is this?” Her Aunt said as she grabbed the nub between her fingers.

       “No! Pleeeeaase” Rebecca moaned. It was too late, her Aunt was squeezing and twisting Rebecca’s clit.

       “Ooohhh, uhhhh, AAAhhhh” Rebecca’s orgasms ripped through her and she shook on the floor as a second and then third rolled through her. Then exhausted she finally fell forward and sunk to the floor.

       “Get up!” she heard her aunt yell. Rebecca opened her eyes and realized that she was naked on her back, looking up at her Aunt Nora and Wanda.

       “Come on I haven’t got all day, we’ve wasted enough time” Her aunt said with apparent disgust.

       “What happened” Rebecca said in a groggy voice.

       “Don’t know” Nora answered. “You were changing your shirt and suddenly had some kind of seizure or something. Now come on, we can take you to my doctor later this week.”

       Rebecca, stood up, suddenly aware that she was completely naked in front of a woman she had only met an hour ago. Her Aunt threw her the silk blouse and she put it on. As she had feared it really was too small for her. It reached only three quarters of the way down her ass so that her butt cheeks were exposed at the bottom. The shirt only had two buttons located in the center, so it left a deep open V and exposed her cleavage almost to her nipples. The second button did very little to keep the shirt closed and Rebecca realized that any movement would let the shirt open up exposing her nude crotch.

       The fabric was silk and it did nothing to quiet her still sensitive nipples. As Rebecca looked down she saw that they were still quite erect and poked through the thin see through material.

       “Hmm, well not a great fit but it will do in the car. It would help if you didn’t have your nipples sticking out” her aunt complained and reached out and tweaked the right one.

“Okay, well let’s go. Say good bye to Wanda.”

       Wanda who had just enjoyed another one of Rebecca’s fantastic orgasms was a little flushed from the show. When she hugged Rebecca good bye she couldn’t resist the opportunity to caress the girl’s buttocks a final time. Exhausted Rebecca was too tired to worry about it.

       

Reluctant Rebecca – Chapter 3

Aunt Nora’s House & the Cousins

By Xspy4u

Hi everyone, since chapter two was a transition chapter I wanted to be sure to get this one out as quick as possible. Hopefully it’s not losing its affect, I’ll judge that by the responses. The upcoming chapters are listed in chapter two, if there is something you’d like to add feel free to email me. And remember this unfortunately is a work of fiction or we’d all live in Iowa. It is intended for mature audiences and is in no way meant to degrade or suggest the degradation of women. Enjoy!

       The ride to Aunt Nora’s house took a couple of hours. Rebecca had two pressing concerns during the trip. The first was that she wanted to be sure that she made a good impression on her Aunt. Her fear was that she would say or do something wrong and that her Aunt would not like her. Rebecca’s second concern was the shirt that she had received from her Aunt. She struggled to keep herself covered. When she tried to close the top the material would naturally gather and expose her smooth, hairless pussy. If she tried to then pull the shirt down to cover her soft mound her breasts would become exposed. All of the pulling back and forth was also loosening the shirt two buttons. The top button’s string had already begun to unravel and Rebecca was horrified that the button might come lose completely exposing her breasts. Several times her Aunt told her to stop “fussing” with the shirt before she ruined it. Rebecca had just pulled the shirt up to cover her breasts when her Aunt suddenly grabbed her hand.

       “I told you to stop fussing young lady. I am not gonna have you ruin a perfectly new shirt.” With that her Aunt pulled her hand up and the shirt’s lower half was pulled up to Rebecca’s rib cage. It settled back down but only to Rebecca’s naval.

       “Now leave the damn thing alone or I will take it from you and you can ride the rest of the trip naked.” Panicked, Rebecca didn’t dare touch the shirt again although now her bottom half was completely exposed.

       Aunt Nora spent the next thirty minutes laying out the “rules” of her home. She made it clear that if Rebecca could not or would not follow them, that Rebecca would be free to find her own place to live.

       “I want to be clear on a few things, first we are not rich people so we don’t believe in waste. You must take care of your things. If you ruin your clothes you will have to make do. Now I will buy you what I can, when I can, just like I do for my own daughters but I don’t expect you to act like a spoiled brat. No complaining over what I buy you or you can just buy your own shit. Understood?”

       “Yes” Rebecca said softly, her eyes cast downward.

       “Good. In addition I expect you to learn from my girls. They both turned out well and a girl like you could learn a few things. If they tell you to do something, you’d be best to obey.” Nora looked at Rebecca when she used the word ‘obey’ to see if the girl had any negative reaction. There was none.

       “Also I expect you to help out around the house. There is plenty to do and plenty to clean. We have a good social standing with the town’s Ladies Club and I don’t want you to embarrass us or ruin our good name; especially with your little problem.” Rebecca flushed at the reminder of her sinful thoughts.

       “That’s right, I saw what happened today. I didn’t want to humiliate you in front of that woman Wanda, but I’m pretty sure I know what that ‘spasm’ really was. I mean really, if that kind of thing happens just by having your clothes changed by another woman, I am afraid to know what runs through that mind of yours.” Rebecca became even redder at the mention of her fantasy orgasm earlier.

       “But you needn’t worry between your family and with help from the Ladies Club we will keep you in line. You just need to do your part. Is that clear?”

       “Yes, Aunt Nora.” Rebecca knew she would do anything to fit in and please this woman. She worried though because her body and mind just weren’t to be trusted.

       “Alright then. And finally, everyone needs to be working on something. You can’t just sit around the house all day. So you should plan on going back to school and doing some volunteer work. It will do you good to get some real world experience.” Rebecca just nodded her head.

       “Good girl.” Her Aunt said reaching over and placing her hand on Rebecca’s naked thigh. It was so incredibly soft and smooth and her Aunt grew wet just touching it. She slowly slid her hand up Rebecca’s thigh and around to the soft curve of the girl’s naked hip.  She knew she needed to stop before she lost control and took the girl right there. That would spoil everything. Wanda had been very clear on how to manipulate the teen and Nora had no intention of ruining this perfect love doll. She removed her hand and returned to her rant of the house rules.

       An hour later they were driving down a long driveway through the woods. The dirt drive opened to a large green lawn that surrounded a big two floor home. As they came to a stop in front of the house Rebecca grew nervous. She was about to meet her cousin’s for the first time. She never seemed to get along with girls her own age and the thought of making a bad impression on these two frightened her. She knew she must try very hard and make no mistakes. What Rebecca didn’t know was that on the ride over, when her Aunt had stopped for gas she had also used the phone in private. Nora had called her daughters and filled them in on their little prize.

       Margo and Trish were so excited over the prospect of Rebecca that the car had not even come to a complete stop before they came out to meet her. They of course played it very cool, pretending only casual interest in the newcomer. Rebecca was immediately intimidated when she saw her cousins. Margo, the older of the two, was almost as tall as Nora at 5’ 10”. She had dark curly hair that reached to her shoulders and big brown eyes. Her body was not fat, but she was big and solid. She had an hour glass figure, a small waist and breasts that were about the size of Rebecca’s. She wore a pair of cut off denim shorts that were cut almost to her crotch. Her white tank top accented her deep tan and showed off her toned arms. Her sister Trish was a little shorter at 5’ 8”; her hair was longer than her sisters but a soft red. Her skin was ivory and her freckles accented her green eyes that had the appearance of a cat’s.  Trish wore a short mini skirt, a pair of cowboy boots and a tube top that did nothing to hide her large protruding nipples. Her b cup breasts bounced in rhythm with each step. Margo did not smile which gave her soft face a mean look. Trish never stopped smiling, but it looked impish.  Seeing these two girls coming towards the car, Rebecca was suddenly aware of how exposed she was, she was about to pull her shirt down when she remembered her Aunt’s warning. She left it and reached for the door handle instead.

       Her Aunt struggled out of the car and stood up stretching her back.

       “There are my two beauties. Did you miss your ma’?” Trish just giggled, her eyes never leaving Rebecca.

       “Sure did, Ma. Is this the new girl… I mean our cousin?”

       “It is, this is Rebecca. Rebecca, damn it what are you doing hiding in there. Get out of the car and meet your cousins.” Rebecca opened the door and spun her legs out trying to stand up quickly so the shirt would fall back into place.  It got bunched up as she stood and stayed at her waist. Trish’s eyes hungrily darted to the girl’s hairless pussy and her smile grew even larger.

       “Damn ma’ she’s naked!” giggled Trish.

       “Yes, she’s not much on clothes, are you Rebecca?’

       “No, I…” Before Rebecca could finish, Margo was on her, starring down on the small blond.

       “Are you talking back to my ma’?”

       “No, I just…it’s just that…” Rebecca’s soft voice trailed off.

       “Better not. You should be thankful we’re even taking you in.”

       “I’m sorry” said Rebecca.

       “Relax Margo” it was Trish, “she said she was sorry”.

       Margo took a step back, but kept a fiery gaze on Rebecca. Trish came up to Rebecca. She boldly reached out and put her hand on the blonde’s naked mound.

       “You should really cover up sweetie. It’s not really proper to walk around all exposed.”

       “Better be careful” Nora called out, “Rebecca has a very active and dirty imagination.”

       “What do you mean?” Trish asked her hand now slightly rubbing Rebecca’s bare pussy.

       “Just like I said, you innocently touch the girl and she starts imagining your doing sex things to her. Before you know it she’s all wet and messy. Saw her have an orgasm today just by changing her shirt.” Now Margo stepped in close and placed her hand on Rebecca’s shoulder.

       “Are you a lesbian?” she asked in an accusing tone.

       “No” Rebecca whispered “I just have bad thoughts that’s all”.  Even now as embarrassed as she was, she was having bad thoughts that the red head was feeling her up. She knew it was ridiculous to think that such a thing could happen, let alone in the driveway, but just the same she could actually feel the girl’s imaginary fingers running along her slit.

       “Well, your nipples look pretty hard, are you having bad thoughts right now?” Margo asked as her hand slid to the exposed skin of Rebecca’s chest.

       “No, ahhh” Rebecca tried to deny what she imagined was happening to her body, but the sudden sensation of a thin finger spreading her lips almost made her cum.

       “You sure sound like you are excited.” Trish said in a soft cooing voice.

       Margo slid her hand inside Rebecca’s shirt and softly cupped the girl’s right breast. She ran her hand over the hard nipple and then circled it with her index finger before using her thumb and finger to lightly pull on it. Rebecca felt an electric jolt all the way down her body and got a soft fluttery feeling in her stomach. Her knees began to weaken and as she slumped towards the ground she imagined she was impaling herself on the red head’s finger. In truth, her downward motion gave Trish the opportunity to push her finger into the tight, slick vagina. She curled it forward for a moment and when she saw Rebecca jump up again knew that she had found the girl’s g-spot.

       “Hmm, that was easy” Trish thought.

       Meanwhile, Margo used her free hand to undo the top most button. Rebecca’s blouse fell open exposing the girl’s firm breast. Margo ran her hand up Rebecca’s flat stomach and over the girl’s firm left breast. All the while she continued to pull and twist the other nipple.

       Trish had removed her finger from the soaking wet blond and was now rhythmically rubbing the girl’s labia being sure to avoid direct contact with her clit. Rebecca was leaning against the door of the car with her head back and her eyes closed.  The second button had come undone and her shirt was wide open, exposing her naked body to the two girls’ manipulations. Margo looked over at Trish and winked who pulled a button off the shirt and dropped it on the ground.

       Trish could feel her own cunt flowing and was determined to bury her tongue in Rebecca’s honey pot. Just as she started to lower herself to the Rebecca’s pussy she heard her mother call out.

       “Come on ladies, let’s get Rebecca settled in her new home.”

       Margo and Trish removed their hands at the same time and walked towards the house, leaving Rebecca still leaning on the car panting in her pre-orgasmic state.

       Rebecca’s body finally calmed down, though not completely as she opened her eyes. She looked around and saw that she was alone in the drive. A sudden warm breeze made her aware that she was standing there with her shirt completely open. She quickly grabbed the ends and pulled the shirt closed.

       “My God,” she thought, “what is wrong with me?” She stood there for a few more minutes until Margo came to the front door and yelled.

       “Hey sleeping beauty, grab your stuff and come inside, we need to get you settled.”

       Rebecca got her bag from the back sheet and reached down to button her shirt.

       “Damn” she said, “I lost that button after all.”  Buttoning the sole button on her shirt, she walked towards the house.

       “I want to fuck her” Trish giggled

       “You just hold off you little whore” her mother said warmly. “You’ll get your chance, but we must go slowly with this one. I don’t want her suddenly realizing that all this shit isn’t in her head. Are we clear?”

       “Yeah Ma. But I can eat her out, right?”

       “Yes, just make sure that she is not aware of it.”

       “Well that’d be a trick, I’m pretty good at it”

       “You know what I mean. I don’t want this screwed up.”

       “Yeah Ma, we get it already.” Margo was watching as Rebecca bent over into the car to retrieve her bag. “That girl’s ass is incredible she thought.”

       “I know you get it” Nora voice went up a notch. “And you might want to cool it a little on the ‘mean cousin act’ before you have the little princess running away.

       “Relax, me and Trish worked it all out. We’re just playing good cop, bad cop. It always works.”

       “You’re right honey, I’m just a little nervous, that’s all. This is a real prize and the Ladies Social Club is going to be so happy they’re sure to make me president. Now here she comes, so lets be sure to keep her nice and warmed up.”

       When Rebecca timidly entered the house the three women were standing in the living room waiting for her. She held her small duffle bag in one hand and with the other she held closed her shirt.

       “Well come in” her aunt bellowed. “It’s your home now, so no need to be shy.”

       Rebecca came further into the living room and looked around at the big leather furniture and deep green carpet.

       “Rebecca, what on earth are you doing to that shirt? Didn’t I tell you to stop fussing with it?”

       “Yes, ma’am.” Rebecca said, her eyes darting between the three women.

       “So why are you still playing with it?”

       “It’s just that… that I lost the, the button.”

       “I told you not to ruin that shirt!” Nora screamed. “Now I have to fix it, before it’s totally ruined.” She quickly approached Rebecca and tore the duffle bag from her hand.

       “Let me see it.” Rebecca dropped her hand and the shirt fell open to her naval.

       “Damn you girl. Give me that shirt so I can fix it.”

       “But…but I’ll be naked.”

       “You should have thought about that before you ruined a new shirt. Now give it to me or I’ll have Margo take it off.” Rebecca slowly reached up and unbuttoned the single button. She started to turn around to remove it, but her aunt grabbed her shoulder.

       “No sense in being shy, we’ve already seen most of you in the driveway. Now take it off!”        

       Rebecca removed the shirt, the cool air in the house hit her nipples and they stiffened. She handed the shirt to her aunt and covered her breasts with her arm. For the moment her aunt let her hide her ample breasts.

       “Great. Now I have to sew on a new button. Trish, take Rebecca’s bag up to your room, I have to get the sewing kit. Margo, take her in the kitchen and get her something to eat.”

       Margo gave Rebecca a cold smirk as she approached. “Lets go, the kitchen is that way,” she said pointing towards a door way. As Rebecca started towards it, Margo took the opportunity to slap the girl’s naked ass. Rebecca jumped but did not stop moving.

       In the kitchen Margo had a change of plans.

       “Before we eat, you need to clean up some dishes. No one gets a free ride around here. Do you know how to wash dishes?”

       “Yes.” Rebecca could not believe this girl was asking her to clean the dishes before she ate. Being so naked and exposed though she didn’t dare say anything.

       “Get to it.” Margo said loudly and slapped the girl’s behind again.

       Rebecca went to the sink and turned on the water. She took the sponge and dish soap and started washing what looked liked two days worth of dishes.

       “Hurry up.” Margo yelled and slapped the girl’s butt for the third time.

       “Please don’t, I’m going as fast as I can.” Rebecca said softly.

       “Don’t talk back to me you dirty slut. Look at you standing here naked, you didn’t even ask for something else to wear. No, a little whore like you probably prefers flaunting your ass all over the place.” Margo slapped her again.

       “Please.” Was all Rebecca could say.

       “I think such a dirty girl needs to be cleaned up a little.”

       Rebecca didn’t know what to say. She wasn’t sure what Margo meant but the change in her voice sent a shiver through Rebecca.  Suddenly Margo was pressed against her and whispered in her ear.

       “You like the thought of that don’t you, you little lesbian.”

       “I’m not a lesbian” Rebecca whispered.

       “I bet. I know you have a dirty mind and I’ll prove it.” With that Margo reached forward and grabbed the green liquid detergent on the counter. Rebecca didn’t know what she meant to do with it until she suddenly felt the cool liquid as it spilled out on her buttocks. She jumped when she felt Margo’s hand on her ass.

       Margo rubbed the soapy liquid across the blonde’s firm round ass. She was amazed that Rebecca gave absolutely no sign of resistance. She circled each globe and started squeezing and needing the flesh. When she reached the top, she slid her middle finger down Rebecca’s crack. As she passed the girl’s anus, she heard Rebecca suck in sharply. Margo returned to the top and again slid her finger down the girl’s crack, but this time more slowly. When she got to Rebecca’s anus she stopped and slowly circled the girl’s little bud.

       Rebecca tried to ignore the feeling, but when Margo touched her anus she involuntarily flexed her hips.

       Margo didn’t miss the effect. She slid her finger into Rebecca’s anus.

       “ahhh” Rebecca reacted to the insertion. Her body began to tingle and her nipples grew rock hard. Water running in front of her, she forgot about the dishes, powerless to do anything but close her eyes and try to ignore the incredible sensation that was coming from her asshole.

       Margo slowly slid her finger in and out of the blonde’s anus. When Rebecca’s head fell back, Margo took the opportunity to use one of her soapy hands on the girl’s breast. Her finger picked up pace, fucking the girl’s ass in a smooth rhythm. Her other hand soaped Rebecca’s breast and played with the nipple. What Margo really wanted to do was to spin the girl around so she could suck her tits. As Rebecca’s gyrations picked up speed, Margo left her breasts and let her hand slide down the girl’s front. She ran her hand across the soft mound enjoying the smooth baby soft skin of Rebecca’s mound. She continued downward and found the girl’s slit. Further down she found Rebecca’s stiff clit. Margo didn’t waste any time manipulating the girl’s love button. She placed her finger on top of Rebecca’s clit and began to apply light pressure while making a quicker and quicker circular motion. The violation had the intended affect on Rebecca.

       Rebecca mind was in torture. She knew this was all in her mind. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t help how her body was reacting to the fantasy. She imaged the large girl in the kitchen with her was violating her naked body. She could actually feel Margo’s finger exploring her anus. She could feel the growing orgasm within her and the imaged her clitoris was being masturbated. Rebecca tried to open her eyes and return to the dishes but her body was burning with desire and she knew that if she didn’t snap out of this dream she would cum right there in the kitchen.

       Standing in the doorway of the kitchen were Nora and Trish. Trish wanted to push past her mother and join the fun, but Nora held her back. “Wait” she whispered.

       Margo felt Rebecca’s juices flowing and mixing with the soap running down her ass. She could tell by Rebecca’s body heat and her gyrating hips that the girl was close to orgasm. When she knew Rebecca was at her peak, she increased the pressure on the girl’s clit and jammed her finger all the way into the blonde’s anus. Rebecca exploded

       “Uhh, Uhh, Ahhh, Ahhhhhhhhhh!”

       Amazingly as soon as the first orgasm passed a second one exploded from the blonde.

       “Uhhhhhh. Uhh. Uhhh. Uhhh

       Margo was positive she could pull another from the destroyed blond but she felt her mother’s hand on her shoulder. Margo took her hand off the girl’s pussy and roughly removed her finger from the girl’s ass. Rebecca fell forward, her breasts falling in to the dishwater in the sink. Sweat fell from her face and she panted trying to bring her electrified body off the edge of another explosive orgasm.

       Rebecca was still groggy and fuzzy minded when she felt hands grabbed her.

       “Come on girls. She has made a mess of herself the little slut. Let’s get her up stairs to the bath and clean her up.

       The three women practically carried Rebecca to the bath. She felt so lucky to have a family to take care of her. She was too exhausted to feel embarrassed, but she was bothered that even with their loving help, she was still fantasizing that they were caressing her body. It was ridiculous to think that the innocent help was anything but that. Still her body betrayed her and she imagined that they were rubbing her breasts and ass. She even imagined that someone was rubbing her clit while they walked.

       Nora knew that the girl was in a state of ecstasy. All three of them were taking full advantage of the nude beauty. Nora had her from behind and had taken Margo’s place in fucking the young goddess’s ass. Margo and Trish were busy working the girl’s front. They manipulated her all the way up the stairs and into the bathroom, careful not to give Rebecca another orgasm until they had worked her into a complete state of abandon.

       In the bath they soaped her entire body. The three of them had shed their clothes and rubbed their bodies against Rebecca’s while continuing the onslaught on her firm, soft body. When the girl had reached a point where she was literally panting in excitement, Nora crouched down in front of Rebecca. Trish had two fingers up the girl’s ass while Margo was busy sucking on the small areolas flicking her tongue on each nipple. Nora, spread Rebecca’s lips and licked the girl from asshole to clit. She slowly lapped at the Rebecca, driving her into a frenzy. Nora increased the speed and finally settled on Rebecca’s clit, biting and sucking on the engorged clit. Rebecca shuttered as the orgasm washed across her. The women continued bringing Rebecca to another and another orgasm.

       When they were finished they took her from the tub, dried her off and then rubbed her down with body lotion before taking her to her bed.

       That night Rebecca’s dreams were filled with thoughts of sex and the three women. She imagined that a series of tongues explored her pussy and ass while other soft pussies took turns on her face. Rebecca didn’t know anything about pleasuring another woman, but as the fragrant cunts covered her mouth she just did what was being done to her. She imagined she heard screams of ecstasy and dreamed that someone said, “fuck, she’s a natural’. Sometime later the dreams drifted away and Rebecca drifted into a deep sleep.

Next Chapter – the new clothes, the new bikini and the Cousin’s BBQ with the Ladies Club.

       

       

Reluctant Rebecca – Chapter 4

By Xspy4u

       Originally, Chapter 4 was to be the BBQ episode, but I got a little lost in the story. This is, of course, a work of fiction and intended for adults over 18. It is not intended to be a negative social commentary on Lesbians, especially since if I were a woman I would definitely be one!

       

       The transition to Aunt Nora’s house did not go smoothly for Rebecca. Although her relatives appeared committed to helping her with her “sinful thoughts,” Rebecca found that her fantasies actually increased and her attempts at controlling the lustful reactions of her body failed miserably. It seemed that not a day passed that she didn’t have at least one orgasm. The more her relatives tried to help her, the worst it seemed to get.

       Rebecca didn’t want to seem ungrateful, but the clothes they gave seemed to make things worse, as they constantly brought attention to the parts of her body see most wanted to forget. The first few days weren’t really an issue. She had the dresses she had packed and they were familiar to her. It did bother her that she didn’t have any panties. Although she had grown up without any, at her Grandmother’s farm it was mostly just the two of them. Now living with her Aunt and cousins, she felt very exposed with nothing underneath her short thin dresses.  Trish seemed to revel in every opportunity to expose Rebecca’s naked bottom. She was constantly “flipping” Rebecca’s dress up to expose her. 

       On the fourth day, Rebecca was horrified to learn that while she slept, her Aunt had taken all of her clothes to the wash.  That morning she stood in her room for a half hour hoping that someone would bring her something to wear, but when Margo came to her room to announce that breakfast was ready, her cousin’s hands were empty.

       “I don’t have any clothes,” Rebecca said hiding her nudity behind crossed arms.

       “Of course not, they’re in the wash. Anyway who cares, it’s just the three of us, and not like we haven’t given you a bath every night,” Margo countered.

       “I know but…but”

       “But nothing! Get your ass downstairs before Ma’ starts yellin.’”

       After Margo left, Rebecca went into the bathroom and grabbed a towel. She wrapped it around her, covering her nakedness best that she could. It was one thing to be naked in the bathtub, but the thought of sitting at the table completely exposed was too much for the shy girl to bear.

       Thankful for the modest coverage the towel provided Rebecca went down to the kitchen for breakfast.

       “What are you doing?” Aunt Nora demanded.

       “I was going to have breakfast,” Rebecca said with uncertainty. She was not sure what she had done wrong this time, but knew by the tone of her Aunt’s voice that she had done something.

       “Oh you think you are going to ruin one of my good bath towels by wearing it like a dress?” It was more a statement then a question.

       “No…I mean…I don’t have anything else to wear.”

       “And that’s my fault that you come to me with three dresses?”

       “No.” Rebecca cast her eyes down.

       “Well? Take it off.”

       “But…I’ll be naked,” Rebecca whispered. All the while Trish sat starring at her with a hungry smile on her face.

       “Like we haven’t seen your naked pussy before! My God isn’t it enough we have to bathe you every night. Now all of the sudden your modest? Or is it you might cum in front of us again!” The vulgar way in which her Aunt accented the word ‘cum’ made Rebecca turn a deep red.

       “Now drop my damn towel!”

       Rebecca removed the towel and placed in on the counter. Trish patted the spot on the bench seat next to her. Rebecca reluctantly took her usual spot next to Trish. Rebecca knew that her Aunt wanted to help her and that Margo had no interest in being anything but mean to her. Trish however was a problem. The redhead seemed to take every opportunity to make keeping her sinful thoughts in check difficult. Rebecca assumed that Trish was just immature and didn’t understand the seriousness of the problem. Trish seemed so naïve to the affects her casual ‘touching’ had. The girl was just so damn intrigued with Rebecca’s body and she thought nothing of touching her or talking about the smoothness of her skin or hard nipples.  This morning Trish’s focus seemed to be on Rebecca’s breasts.

       “Ma’, why are Rebecca’s boobs so much bigger than mine?” Trish asked as she cupped Rebecca’s breast in her hand.

       “Every woman is different, honey, that’s why.”

       “I guess but it don’t seem fair. I want a pair like this; they are so big and firm.” Trish was milking Rebecca’s left breast from base to nipple.

       “Please…don’t,” Rebecca said softly. The fondling was causing her nipples to harden.

       “And look at her nipples. The dark part seems so small compared to the rest.” Trish held Rebecca’s breast in one hand and used the index finger on the other to trace Rebecca’s areola.  As embarrassed as she was, Rebecca could not prevent the sudden wetness in her vagina.

       “Look at the damn bitch, she’s already getting hot,” Margo said with a sneer.

       “How can you tell?” Trish pretended ignorance.

       “Her nipples are rock hard.”

       “Hmm, I guess you’re right they are.” Trish stopped tracing the areola and took the nipple between her index finger and thumb.

       “I think this one is actually getting harder,” she said as she stroked Rebecca’s nipple. The sensation from the girl’s fingers combined with being touched in front of everyone caused an electric spark to run from Rebecca’s nipple to her clit.

       “Ahhh” she moaned

       “Ma’ do you think Rebecca is a lesbian,” Trish called to her mother.

       “I don’t think so, but you never can tell,” said Nora as she brought a plate of eggs and bacon to the table. “She does have a dirty mind, so maybe.”

       “I’m not a lesbian!” Rebecca, who didn’t really know what exactly the term meant, yelled.

       “Don’t raise you voice to me young lady!”

       “I’m sorry,” Rebecca said looking down at her plate.

       “So is she or isn’t she a lesbian” Trish insisted.

       “Well,” Margo piped in, “only a lesbian can have an orgasm by being touched by another woman.” Margo knew that wasn’t true, she had forced many straight girls to cum before, but she figured Rebecca was clueless.

       “That’s true,” Her mother added.

       “So if she cums when I touch her she’s a lesbian?” Trish asked.

       “Pretty much. Now eat your breakfast before it gets cold. And after we’re done I want you, Margo, to take Rebecca down to the basement. We have that closet filled with some of Trish’s old clothes that I think will fit her.”

       “Great! Why do I have to do it?”

       “Cuz I said so, now eat.”

       Rebecca didn’t really know what a lesbian was, but by the way they talked about it, she knew that it would be disappointing to her Aunt if she turned out to be one. At least she knew that it was important not to cum at the hands of another woman. This though scared her because she seemed to have such little control over the reactions of her body. 

       Trish stopped playing with her nipple but the young girl’s hand slipped down to Rebecca’s hairless mound and was now absently stroking the soft naked flesh.

       “Ma’ how come Rebecca doesn’t’ have any hair on her pussy? I mean I never see her shave when we bathe her.” Rebecca turned bright red.

       “It’s some condition she was born with. Her mother was the same way.” Nora didn’t know a thing about Rebecca’s mother but it seemed like a good guess.

       “It’s so soft, like a baby’s bottom. I love to feel it.” She continued to stroke Rebecca. Rebecca was keeping her legs tight to prevent Trish’s fingers from touching her lips. The attention was heating her up and she felt a fine layer of perspiration break out across her body.

       “Ma’” said Margo loudly, “Look at her, the slut is getting excited!”

       “I’m not,” Rebecca lied.

       “Is she Trish?” Nora asked.

       “I don’t know. Why would she?  I’m just rubbing the soft skin.”

       “Well you better check. Damn girl might be a lesbian after all.”

       “How do I check?” Trish asked feigning ignorance. She was well aware of the affect she was having on Rebecca.

       “See if she’s wet,” snickered Margo. “I bet she is.”

       “Okay.” Trish tried to push her hand between Rebecca’s legs, but they were shut tight.

       “Ma’ she won’t let me.”

       “Good lord. Must everything be so difficult?” Nora slid down in her chair and reached out with her feet to Rebecca’s side of the table. She hooked her big feet inside of Rebecca’s calves and spread the girl’s legs. Trish’s hand immediately slid down between the spread legs and she slid her middle finger down Rebecca’s moist slit. She brushed Rebecca’s clit extracting a soft moan from the naked blonde and then easily slid her finger inside the girl’s pussy. Trish could have judged Rebecca’s wetness without exploring her vagina but she didn’t want to miss the opportunity to bring the girl close to orgasm.

       “Ahhh, ahhhh” Rebecca moaned as Trish slid her finger all the way into the girl. She slid it back out again slowly and then drove it in a second time. When it was buried up to the knuckle, Trish used her thumb to find Rebecca’s hard clit. She rubbed it is a quick circular motion and watched as Rebecca closed her eyes.

       “Well is she wet?”

       “I think so. Feels pretty soaked down here.” The redhead continued her assault.

       “Okay well get out of there before she makes a mess.”

       “Sure Ma.’” Trish reluctantly removed her hand. Rebecca was bathed in sweat and her breathing was short as she strained to get her body back from the edge of orgasm.

       “So does that mean she’s a lesbian?” Trish asked. Rebecca’s eyes were still shut so she missed seeing Trish lick her fingers and smile.

       “Like I said, Rebecca is a special case, what with her sinful imagination so it’s hard to tell. Now finish your breakfast.”

       “Okay, but I’m gonna keep checking her in case she is a lesbian.”

       “That’s fine honey, we do have right to know.”

       And Trish did just that. Rebecca was barely able to eat her breakfast, as her cousin would periodically molest her at the table. She kept Rebecca on the edge of orgasm by changing her technique. She would rub her pussy and then return a few minutes later to slide her finger back and forth across Rebecca’s clit and then return to stick her finger into Rebecca’s exposed cunt. Each manipulation brought Rebecca closer and closer, but each time Trish would stop and give her just enough time to calm down before starting again.  By the time breakfast was over Rebecca was practically hyperventilating and her blonde hair was pasted to her forehead with sweat. Nora, Margo, and Trish meanwhile carried on their conversation as if nothing at all was going on.

       When breakfast was finally over, Margo had to help the defeated girl stand up. Rebecca’s legs were shaky and weak and she was afraid to move because any friction at all on her straining clitoris was certain to result in an explosive orgasm. The women pretended not to notice the fluid that ran down her thighs. Margo placed her arm around Rebecca and cupped one of her breast absently.

       “Come on; let’s go see what clothes we have for you.”

       The walk helped clear Rebecca’s head a little. The basement was musty and cool. Her nipples strained against the air.  The “closet” was actually a small room off the main basement. Margo flipped a switch and a dim yellow bulb came on. The room was separated by rows of hung clothes and stacked boxes so that it looked like there were four aisles.

       “Here we go,” Margo said. “Let’s start with those boxes down the end. I think we can find you a bathing suit to wear so you can go swimming.”

       The girl was being uncharacteristically nice, so Rebecca didn’t want to point out that she needed a dress more than a bathing suit.  When they got to the shelves at the end of the aisle, Margo pointed to the top one and said, “Yep that’s Trish’s old stuff, go ahead and grab that box.” Rebecca didn’t want to mention how far she’d have to stretch for a box Margo could easily reach. She reached up but could only just touch the box with her fingertips. She moved a little closer and her nipples touched the cold steel shelf causing her to shudder.

       “Come on,” Margo said impatiently, ‘Stretch for it.”

       Rebecca tried but she could do little more than touch the box.

       “Here, I’ll help.”

       Rebecca was up on her toes with her hands raised above her head. The smooth line of her back and her flexing buttocks that flowed into her smooth firm thighs was getting Margo wet. She stepped in and placed her hands on the flair of the smaller girl’s curvy hips. The silkiness of Rebecca’s skin always caught her by surprise. She attempted to “lift” the girl but her hands “accidentally” slid up Rebecca’s naked body and came to rest on her firm breasts.

       “Let’s try something else,” Margo whispered into Rebecca’s ear. She slid her hand down Rebecca’s smooth back and then over the girls ass where she lingered for a moment, enjoying the firm, soft skin. Not wanting to give away her intentions, Margo slid her hand quickly between Rebecca’s thighs.  Rebecca was still wet from the early manipulations and Margo’s finger easily slid into the girl’s vagina.

       “Ummph,” slipped from Rebecca’s throat as the finger entered her. She felt impaled on the fingers inside her and was once again excited to the point of exploding. She tried to ignore the feelings because she knew her cousin was just trying to help her.

       “Get it,” whispered Margo and softly licked Rebecca’s ear. She drove deeper into the girl and Rebecca began to shudder. Knowing this wasn’t quite the plan Margo pulled her finger out and said, “Oh forget it, here let me.” 

       She reached over Rebecca and pulled the box down. She quickly opened the top, grabbed a white bikini from it, and stuffed the small item in her pocket.  Rebecca wasn’t aware that all the clothes were strategically placed and that everything she “got” had already been chosen based on maximum exposure and easy access.  She also didn’t know that the reason for getting this box first was to allow Nora and Trish to sneak in behind them.

       “Okay come on; let’s go get a few dresses.” Margo said and pulled the still stunned Rebecca along. She led Rebecca to the last aisle and pointed down the very dark cramped space. On both sides, the clothes were hung creating a dark aisle.

       “Go ahead down the end their and grab some stuff. But check the hangers, only the ones that have a tag with a “T” on them. The rest of the stuff won’t fit so don’t waste your time.”

       “I can’t… can’t really see,” said Rebecca.

       “Well you’ll just have to get real close and stretch a little to see the tags. I think they are mostly on the right side.”

       Rebecca started down the aisle and at her cousin’s insisting went about half way down before she started to check the tags. To see them she had to take the hanger in both hands and stand on her tiptoes to read the tag.  The aisle was tight and the clothes kept rubbing against her already heated flesh. As she moved into the clothes to see the tags, the materials would brush against her hard nipples and cause her to catch her breath. The more she looked the more it felt like hands caressing her body. The sensation was growing and she was starting to lose her concentration.

       The feeling of caress grew stronger and stronger and Rebecca couldn’t control the juices that now flowed from her heated pussy. She fought with her sinful mind, telling herself to ignore the feelings and keep on task.

       When she reached up for one hanger something in the clothes in front of her slid across her naked lips. The sensation brought her so close to orgasm she closed her eyes tight and tried to fight the feeling. Finally, she relaxed, but when she tried to lower her hands, she found that they had somehow gotten stuck in the clothes or the hanger or something. She tugged at it, but her hands would not come free. She was too embarrassed standing there in the dark basement stretched out and almost on her toes to call for help. The angle made her ass stick out and her breasts hung away from her body. She didn’t know what to do, she knew Margo would be angry and in this position she was terrified that her cousin might take the opportunity to spank her naked exposed ass. 

       Suddenly the sensations began again. There was a warm pulling on her nipple and the object near her soaked pussy seemed to move ever so slowly. The clothes around her seemed to be caressing her belly and hips and impossibly her ass. Electric sensations went up and down her body and her pussy grew wetter and wetter. Rebecca could feel her clit growing as it stuck out from her damp lips. Something began to lightly ‘flick’ her clitoris and she involuntarily thrust her hips forward. The clothes seemed to pull her in deeper and then she felt something warm and wet circling her clit. The feeling drove her over the edge and she became lost in the ecstasy.

       All the while, Rebecca had been checking the clothing, the three women took the opportunity to reach through and caress and manipulate the curvy blonde’s luscious flesh. When she had paused with her hands on the hanger, Nora tied the girl’s hands with a scarf. Now totally helpless and exposed the three devoured the young girl. Trish buried her face in Rebecca’s sweet pussy, playing with the girl’s engorged clit. Nora was using a small horsehair brush to stroke Rebecca’s nipples while Margo settled in behind the girl’s outstretched ass.  Trish in the front reached around and spread Rebecca’s cheeks, Margo first swirled her tongue around the pink rose bud, and then she drove it in to the girl. Her other hand once again retuned to the girls vagina and she inserted two fingers in and out of the panting girl.

       Rebecca’s mind could not handle all of the overwhelming sensations. She began to buck and spasm as her orgasm built to its breaking point. When she felt something like teeth bare down on her nipple she exploded.

       “Ahhhhhh, ugg, ugg, Ahhhhhhh”

       All of the sensations continued but at the same time, they were different. Her clit that had felt bathed in a warm soft sensation now felt as if it was being pulled and stretched.  Suddenly there was a hard twisting sensation in her ass and her nipples felt like they were being sucked from her body.
       “No-o, uhh, please, uhhh, uggggh, Ahhhhhhhh” Another orgasm ripped through her and still the assault continued. After she came for the sixth time, Rebecca passed out.

       The three women left her there for the moment and stripped off their own clothes. Lying on the floor in a circle, they each took another’s pussy in their mouth and finished each other off at the same time. The excitement from violating the young innocent girl was too much and they could not wait to have their own orgasms.

       Afterwards they redressed, collected Rebecca, and brought her to the living room where she was laid on the sofa.  They did not bother to cover her and left her sprawled naked. Then they took a few clothes up to Rebecca’s bedroom. Trish meanwhile took the white bikini they had selected for her and brought it to her own room for a few alterations.

       Tomorrow was a big day as it was the Ladies Social Club BBQ and since Rebecca was the key attraction, everything needed to be just right!

       

       

Reluctant Rebecca Chapter 5

The Cousins’ BBQ

And finally we come to the BBQ. Thanks for all the responses, I figure if there are readers coming back for subsequent chapters then we my as well continue to enjoy Rebecca’s dilemmas.. All the usual disclaimers apply – not intended for children, a work of fiction and don’t try this at home unless you invite me to watch.

       Rebecca awoke in her bed feeling a little disorientated. The sunlight that poured through her window told her it was morning…again. Her last real memory seemed to be having breakfast with her family.

       “But, that was yesterday,” she thought. “Or was it just a dream?”

       It seemed like a dream. The things she remembered must have just been the result of her over active imagination. She pulled back the covers and saw that she was, as usual, naked. Her nipples felt tender and her sex puffy. She tentatively reached down and ran her fingers across her sensitive lips. Her body instantly responded.

       “What is wrong with me?” she said aloud. It seemed that with each day she became worse and worse. The most innocent things ignited lustful thoughts and her body was all to ready to betray her.

       Her bedroom door swung open and Trish strode in, dressed in a pair of short, shorts and a tube top. She was followed by Margo, who wore her usual denim cut offs. The girl’s thick, tanned thighs drew Rebecca’s attention, but guilt made her quickly look away.

       “Good Morning sleepy head,” Trish cooed. “Gonna sleep the day away?”

       “No…I just feel a little wore out and groggy.” Rebecca pulled the sheet up to her chin to hide her nakedness.

       “We have just the thing for you,” Trish smiled. “The problem is you’ve been cooped up in the house too long. What you need is a little fresh air and sunshine.”

       “But I thought we were having guests for the BBQ today?” Rebecca couldn’t quite remember which day the Ladies Social Club was coming.

       “Oh, we are, but that’s later. And we need you to be at your best. Can’t have you looking all sickly and tired.” Trish plopped down on the bed beside Rebecca and Margo went to the dresser.

       “So Ma’ thinks it would be a good idea if you went down to the pond and laid out for a while. You know, get some sun, and relax. Besides you’re starting to lose that great tan.” Trish reached out and grabbed the sheet.

       “See.” she said and yanked the sheet off Rebecca. Rebecca covered her ample breasts with her hands. Trish took the opportunity to rest her hand on Rebecca’s silky thigh. She slowly ran her fingers up and down Rebecca’s leg and with each pass got closer to the girl’s sex.

       “Here it is,” Margo said from across the room. She turned around with a small, white bikini in her hand. Rebecca remembered it from yesterday’s trip to the basement. In the light of day, it did not appear big enough to cover anything.

       “Come on, try it on, it’s gonna look great on you.” Trish grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her off the bed.

       “It…it looks a little small,” Rebecca said.

       “Don’t be ridiculous,” Margo countered, “Trish worked on it yesterday while you slept the day way. She let it out so it would fit. So don’t be so ungrateful.” The glare she received from Margo was enough to end any debate.

       Trish stood beside her with an arm draped around her naked waist, her hand absently stroking Rebecca’s soft, curvy hip. The seductive touch caused a stirring in Rebecca and she concentrated on ignoring the sensation.

       “Let’s try the top first,” said Trish, “that’s the most important part.” She pulled her hand away, but made sure to run it across Rebecca’s firm buttocks. Margo threw the top to Trish, who caught it in mid air.

       “Here we go,” said Trish as she reached under Rebecca’s arms to put the top in place.  She let the bikini catch Rebecca below the breasts and tied the bottom string first. When it tight, she called to Margo, “will you hand it up to me?”

       Margo stepped forward and reached for the two hanging strings. She took an end in each hand and pulled them up and over Rebecca’s shoulders. She made sure that the small triangular cups were twisted. When her sister tied the top strings together, Rebecca’s breasts were still exposed.

       “That won’t do,” Margo laughed. “These things always cause so much trouble.” Margo reached out, took Rebecca’s right breast in her cupped hand, and lifted. She let her thumb close over the nipple so that she was now holding Rebecca’s tit by the nipple. It grew hard in her touch and she gave a slight pull and twist as she straightened out the bikini’s cup. When it was straight, Margo repeated the torturous manipulation with the left breast. The feeling was electric and Rebecca instinctually closed her eyes, her head fell back a little. Margo looked past the naïve girl to her sister and gave a little wink.

       When the second triangle of material was straight, she let go of Rebecca’s nipple and then covered both breasts with the small material.

       “There we go,” she said. Rebecca opened her eyes and looked down. The white bikini top had only two small triangle shaped cups. Her “C” breasts were barely covered and most of her hung out on either side. Rebecca had never seen anything so small; the two-inch cups made her look more naked then if she were naked.

       “Trish, do you think it’s too small?” Margo asked with feigned concern.

       “Let me see.” Trish stood behind Rebecca and slid her hands up the girls sides and around to the front. She used each hand to encircle Rebecca’s breasts and didn’t miss the opportunity to give each a squeeze.

       “Nope. I think it’s just right. Everyone’s wearing then this way.”

       “Okay then lets try the bottoms.”

       The material for the bottom didn’t look, to Rebecca, to be much larger than the top. The sisters each knelt down with Margo in the front and Trish in the back. The bikini was the type that tied at the hips so Margo handed one end to her sister, while she held the other. Then she brought the center up to Rebecca’s crotch and held it in place.

       “Trish, go ahead and tie one side and I’ll make sure it doesn’t slip off.” Margo took the opportunity to caress Rebecca’s sex through the material. The contact made Rebecca jump, but Margo continued the move her finger very lightly.

       “Okay, my side is done,” Trish called out.

       Margo let go of the bikini and it fell away from Rebecca’s pussy and hung against her inner thigh.

       “Hold it for me and I’ll get the other side tied.” Trish reached in from behind and made sure that her fingers rubbed Rebecca’s anus and then ran across the girls moist lips.

       “Oops,” she said when she heard a soft moan escape from the half-naked girl.

       She found the bottom and held it in place while Margo tied off the other side. When they finished, they both stood up to inspect their work. Rebecca was correct, the effect of the bikini actually made her look more naked than when she was naked. The top just covered her nipples and it accented her voluptuous tits. On bottom, the naked flare of her hips was completely exposed and the front panel of the bikini was half way down her pubis, just drawing attention to the girl’s hairless cunt. They spun her around to inspect the back.        The small triangle came only three quarters in the way up her ass and exposed most of the top. On each side, there was plenty of firm cheek exposed. In short, the bathing suit drew attention to the sexiest parts of the young blonde-haired woman.

       The three women went down to the kitchen to have breakfast.

       “Where is Aunt Nora?” Rebecca asked when she saw the empty kitchen. She had grown accustom to the large matron being at the stove each morning cooking breakfast.

       “Oh she had to run to the store. She’ll be back, but she insisted that we make sure you go down to the pond for some sun before the BBQ,” responded Margo.

       After they ate the cousins shoed her off and it seemed a little odd to Rebecca that they were so quick to let her go and relax. Usually they made her clean all the dishes while they lounged around the table or living room talking or texting with their friends.

       Trish threw her a small towel and said, “Sorry we need to save the real beach towels for the guests, but this should work. Just let the sun dry you.”

       After Rebecca left for the pond, Trish turned to Margo giggling. “Do you think it will really work?”

       “Oh, I’m positive. I got the sutures from Barbara at the hospital. They are the kind that dissolves. She said when they get wet it will take about thirty minutes and they start to fall apart. You didn’t use too much when you stitched the bikini did you?”

       “No, I’m surprised they didn’t break when we tied the bikini.”

       “Well I want to be sure there is enough pressure to break them when they start to dissolve. We just have to be sure to go and get her soon enough. If the suit falls off while she’s down at the pond she’ll probably hide out in the woods and that will ruin everything.”

       “How long should we wait?” Trish asked.

       “ Well everyone should be here in about fifteen minutes, so I’d say about a half hour. That pond is so damn cold she won’t go in it until after she has built up a sweat lying in the sun.”

       As if on cue, the first car pulled up the driveway followed by two more.

       Rebecca found a spot of soft sand and laid out her small towel. She laid down on it and let the sun bake away her tension. In the distance, she heard car doors slamming, but her mind drifted on the warm summer breeze. Soon she fell into a light sleep.

       She awoke a little while later. Her body felt hot and she sat up. The bright sun hurt her eyes and she was drenched in sweat. The bathing suit’s scant material clung to her and she could clearly see the outline of her protruding nipples. Standing, she walked over to the water and stuck in her toe. It was a little cold, but she was so hot from the sun she waded all the way in. She slowly swam out to the middle of the pond, enjoying the silky feeling of the cold water on her heated flesh. Rebecca swam back and forth a few times, but it didn’t take long for the icy water to cool her down and she felt her nipples stiffen. As she headed back to the small beach she saw Trish appear from the woods and wave to her.

       Rebecca swam until the bottom was close enough to allow her to stand and then she walked back up on the shore.

       “Come on lazy girl,” Trish said cheerfully. “Ma’ wants you to come and meet our guests.”

       Rebecca grabbed her towel and started to dry herself. She was a little concerned at the way her nipples jutted from the material, which she assumed was very obvious by the way Trish’s eyes kept returning to them. Her bathing suit also seemed to have gotten a little looser from the swim and she wanted to tighten it before going back to the house.

       “Stop fussing,” Trish scolded. “We have to get back fast. The women of the Ladies Social Club are very important to Ma’ so don’t make a bad impression.”

       “Okay,” Rebecca said. “Do you think I could put something else on, though, before I meet everyone?”
       “Why? It’s a BBQ and you’re supposed to dress summery.”

       “I know, but this bikini is kind of revealing.”

       “Oh it’s fine. There aren’t any men here after all. Now quit bitchin’ and start walking.”

       Trish grabbed Rebecca by the hand and pulled her along the path towards the house. When they reached the backyard Rebecca’s concern over her attire grew deeper. There were about fifteen women in all, spread out around the backyard; some sitting in chairs while others stood in groups talking. Among them were about eight girls who looked to be around Rebecca’s age. All of them were dressed in shorts and tee shirts and some of the older ones were wearing light slacks and blouses. Rebecca found, as she approached the center of the yard, that she was the only one in a bikini and she was again reminded how revealing it was.

       All eyes turned on her as she followed Trish across the grass. The bikini was so small that from a distance Rebecca looked naked. Trish walked her directly to where Nora stood talking to three other women.

       “Ah, here she is,” said Nora to the group. “My little niece is finally back from her swim.”

       The three women looked at Rebecca, but she found it impossible to meet their eyes. Each seemed to be measuring her with their stare. The oldest of the group had salt and pepper hair that was pulled back in a tight bun. Her face looked harsh with her prominent nose and sharp eyes. She had incredibly long fingernails, painted red and she tapped them lightly on the glass she held. The other two women were nicer looking, but still their eyes seemed to undress Rebecca. She wished that she had time to change into a less revealing outfit.

       “Lovely,” said the harsh one. “You must be Rebecca.”

       “I am,” was all that Rebecca could manage.

       “Rebecca, this is Ms. Pendleton, she is head mistress at Sappho College and current president of the Ladies Social Club.” Rebecca just nodded, distracted by Trish who was playing with the strings on her bikini bottom. Rebecca did not trust the girl not to accidentally untie them.

       Ms Pendleton placed a finger under Rebecca’s chin and raised her head until Rebecca was looking at her.

       “Your Aunt tells me you will be joining us for a few classes this semester.”

       “Yes.”

       “Excellent. A girl needs a good education and I am sure you will find our institution to be very challenging.”

       “Rebecca simply must sign up for my fashion course,” said a middle-aged red head. She had a beautiful face and her body looked like she spent a few hours in the gym every day.

       The third woman in the group was more matronly, about Rebecca’s height with a full figure. “Yes and I also understand that Rebecca will be joining Trish as a volunteer at my adult daycare.”

       “She will indeed,” Nora beamed. “It will do her some good to spend time with some older women. Maybe then she’ll learn that life is too short to waste it thinking dirty thoughts.”

       The two women laughed and Rebecca blushed. Ms. Pendleton just frowned at Rebecca.

       “Well I certainly hope she can control herself while at school. We have an image to maintain.”

       “I’m sure you can be of great assistance to her, isn’t that right Rebecca?” Nora asked.

       “Yes ma’am.”

       “You see Ms. Pendleton, Rebecca is always willing to please and I’m sure you won’t have any difficulty getting her to follow your, ah, instructions.”

       “Aunt Nora, would it be okay if I went and changed out of my suit?”

       “Hardly anything to change out of,” Ms. Pendleton said disapprovingly.

       “Oh relax Betty, you know how kids are today, not modest at all,” said the pretty, red head.

       “Yes, Sara I suppose you are correct. Young girls today think nothing of prancing around naked. I bet it wouldn’t bother Rebecca at all if she was out here completely nude.” There was a cruel sparkle in Ms. Pendleton’s eyes that made Rebecca nervous.

       “Well no matter,” Nora interjected, “Rebecca there isn’t time, I need you to go up to the house and help Margo bring out the food and drink.”

       “But,” Rebecca started until her Aunt held up a hand.

       “Yes ma’am.”
       “And Trish you go with her to make sure she doesn’t dawdle.”

       Trish led Rebecca towards the house while the four women looked on appreciatively at Rebecca’s nearly naked figure. When Rebecca was out of earshot they began to laugh and wring their hands, others who had been close by quickly ran over to join the group.

       In the house, Margo was putting an array of picnic items in a large box. When it was full, she handed it to Rebecca.

       “Here, carry this out to the table.”

       Rebecca picked up the box, which was almost as large as she was. She strained to lift it and found the only way she could manage was if she bent slightly backwards and let the box rest on her chest, belly, and thighs. The problem was as gravity pulled the box down it caused both her top and bottom to slide with it. Her bikini bottom slid half way down her ass as she reached the door.

       “Wait a minute,” Margo called, “you are ruining a brand new bikini.” She reached Rebecca and gave the bottoms a strong tug upwards. The materiel pulled tight against Rebecca’s pussy and in the back most of it slipped between her cheeks.

       “That ought to hold it,” Margo laughed.

       Unable to use her hands, Rebecca had no choice but to get the box outside as quickly as possible. As she walked though the material moved against her privates and tickled her.

       In the kitchen, Margo turned to Trish who was watching Rebecca’s shapely bottom.

       “I thought those stitches you used were supposed to dissolve in water?”

       “They do,” Trish said absently as she continued to watch Rebecca.

       “They look like they’re holding pretty well.”

       “You said,” Trish impatiently reminded her sister, “that it takes about thirty minutes. Trust me in about 10 minutes that girl is going to be standing out there stark naked.”

       “I can’t wait, and the girls are dying to see how easy it is to make her cum.”

       “We better hurry up and get out there and get the game started.”

       

       Rebecca put the large box on the picnic table and adjusted her suit. As she finished, the group of young girls she had seen when returning from the pond approached her. They were of various shapes and size, but the one thing they all had in common was they were wearing jean shorts and tee shirts. As they surround Rebecca in a semi-circle, she was again aware of how little clothing she was wearing.

       Margo and Trish appeared at her side and introduced her to the group.

       ‘This is our cousin Rebecca everyone.” The girls nodded, some smiled, while others looked her up and down. They took turns introducing themselves, but it went so fast that Rebecca only caught a few of the names.

       “Hey, I have an idea,” said a short brunette girl with small breasts and a lot of makeup. “Why don’t we break the ice for Rebecca by playing a few rounds of Lawn Twister?”

       “I should really change first,” Rebecca said as she tried to ease away from the group.

       “Don’t be crazy, you don’t need to change,” said a blond girl.

       “Yeah, come on it will be fun.”

       Two of the girls grabbed her hands and pulled her out to the center of the lawn. Set up on the ground was a large blanket that someone had quilted with color circles.

       “You know how to play?”

       “No, not really,” said Rebecca.

       “It’s easy. We’ll do two teams of four and two people can spin and judge if we are on the right spots.” The directions did not make any sense to Rebecca, but she didn’t want to insult the girl by telling her she didn’t understand.

       The two teams stood facing each other on opposite sides of the blanket. As a dial was spun, the needle came to rest on a color. Each team then had to place a foot or hand on the chosen color. At first, it seemed easy to Rebecca, but as the game continued, she was instructed to reach for colors that put her in very compromising positions. In addition, her teammates and those on the opposing team often got tangled up reaching for a color circle that she was in the way of.

       Rebecca also found it a little distracting when the girls would brush against her boobs or have a leg pressed against her crotch. It also seemed like occasionally some unseen girl was stroking her thighs or buttocks. Then the worse happened.

       About ten minutes into the game, Rebecca became certain that all the stretching and reaching had loosened her bikini. When she bent over to reach for a green circle, she looked down and saw that her breast was hanging out of the skimpy material. Standing up quickly to fix her exposed breast, she was called ‘out’ by one of the judges.

       “Rebecca moved, blue team losses a point.”

       “Rebecca,” one of the girls yelled, “you’re gonna make us lose.”

       “I’m sorry I have to fix my top.”

       “Well retie it and let’s go,” another teammate called.

       Rebecca realized that she had little practice in such things and could not figure out how she was supposed to retie her top when the knots were behind her. Impatient one of the girls stood up.

       “Oh hell, I’ll do it,” she said.

       The girl quickly undid the top string but when she pulled it tight in an attempt to refasten it the water-soluble stitches, Trish had fastened it, with broke free. The girl came away with the two top strings in her hands as the top fell off Rebecca’s ample breasts.

       “Oops,” the girl giggled.

       Rebecca immediately covered her breasts by crossing her arms.

       “Darn it, Rebecca, you ruined my bathing suit,” Trish yelled.

       “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I should go put something else on.”

       “Oh no you don’t,” one of the other team’s girls said. “You aren’t quitting now that were winning.”

       A second girl from the other team joined her. “Yeah, just tie it with the other string and let’s continue.”

       The girl, who had broke the top strings, untied the bottom, and tried to retie it, but again when she pulled the strings came off in her hand. The material floated to the ground leaving Rebecca naked from the waist up.

       “Shit, now it’s really wrecked,” Trish complained.

       Rebecca was beat red standing in the middle of the group with her arms crossed over her naked breasts. A tall skinny brunette walked over to Rebecca.

       “Well we better make sure the bottom is nice and tight or she’ll be playing naked.” The girl reached out to Rebecca’s hips, grabbed both strings, and pulled. They broke free in her hands and the small bottom fell to the ground. Rebecca instinctually placed a hand over her hairless mound while all the girls laughed.

       Rebecca started to walk away certain that everyone would agree she needed to get dressed, but the skinny girl grabbed her arm.

       “Hey, the game isn’t over, where do you think you’re going?”

       “But I’m naked,” Rebecca whimpered, “I can’t play like this.”
       “Sure you can,” said another girl. “Hell you’ve strutted it all day long in that next to nuthin’ bikini anyway. What do you think we are a bunch of lesbians?”
       “Yeah, come on Rebecca, you’re pissin off the guests. Now let’s play,” Margo yelled.

       Rebecca, afraid to make the group angry had no choice but to continue.

       At first, she tried to keep herself partially covered with at least one hand. It proved impossible though and soon she abandoned the idea. It was humiliating to be in the various exposed positions, knowing that everyone was seeing her most intimate parts. She found herself stretch naked over some of the girls, their clothing brushing against her naked flesh. Several times the other girls accidentally brushed her ass and tits and as the game progressed it became more and more frequent.

       The constant touching and rubbing was starting to have an affect on Rebecca. The more she tried to put it out of her mind the more aware she became. At one point, she was stretched over another girl, her ass, and pussy in the air. The girl under Rebecca prevented her from seeing what was going on behind her. When the girl with the spinner called yellow, Rebecca felt something press against her sex. At first, there was just soft pressure, but then she began to imagine that something warm and wet was lapping at her nether lips. The feeling was driving her crazy and she feared that someone would notice her scent, as she grew more and more excited.

       A few minutes later, she was relieved when she had the opportunity to move. Unfortunately, to help her teammates she was forced to do a ‘bridge’ to reach a red circle. Humiliated, Rebecca found herself both naked and spread out with her flat stomach pointing up and her breasts pushed out. Her legs and arms spread out underneath her, she was completely exposed. A second color was called and the soft wet feeling returned on her sex.

       The girls could not believe how naïve this blond goddess was. Here she was outside, completely naked and exposed being touched and fondled and she had no clue. The older women had stopped their conversations and were completely captivated by the Twister game in front of them. Many of them absently rubbed their own pussies imagining the velvety firm skin of the young blonde-haired woman.

       The skinny redhead was between Rebecca’s spread thighs lightly licking the girl’s exposed vagina. Rebecca was reaching a breaking point and had lost any sense of where she was. In her mind, it was all her imagination. Unaware a soft moan slipped from her. The redhead took it as a good sign and began to lick her in earnest.  She placed both her hands under the firm tan thighs and used her expert tongue on Rebecca’s pussy. First, she licked up and down, stopping to explore as deep in the girl’s hole as her tongue could reach. Then she returned to Rebecca’s clit. She slowly circled it until finally she made contact with the hard nub of Rebecca’s button. The girl alternated between lightly stroking the clit with the end of her tongue and then giving it a slow deep lick.

       The others watched for a few moments until their own excitement took over. Two girls kneeled at Rebecca’s sides and lightly stroked her breasts. They massaged the firm tits and then explored Rebecca’s hard nipples; pulling and twisting them softly. After a few moments, neither could resist taking the nipples into their mouths.

       A fourth girl slid under Rebecca’s arched back and began to kiss and massage Rebecca’s ass. When she saw pussy juice running down Rebecca’s crack she licked her way to Rebecca’s asshole and began to lick and tease it with her tongue. Above Rebecca, the rest of the girls took whatever soft smooth flesh they could find. One girl licked her neck and ears while another experimentally kissed Rebecca. She slid her tongue across Rebecca’s pouty lips and when she got no resistance, she softly worked her tongue into Rebecca’s hot mouth. Rebecca, in a state of near orgasm, did not resist, and their tongues softly swirled and danced in Rebecca’s opened mouth.

       The manipulations were too much for the blonde and she quickly reached orgasm, her moans absorbed by the girl kissing her. Rebecca’s entire body went stiff and the girls sped up their assault, biting and sucking her most sensitive areas. As the first orgasm receded the girl eating her out, drove two fingers into Rebecca’s dripping cunt. She searched until she found the g-spot and applied pressure while she made small circles with her fingers. The girl below saw what was happening so she replaced her tongue with a finger. She fucked Rebecca’s ass with fast short strokes. Again, Rebecca exploded in orgasm. Her legs and arms finally gave out and she fell to the blanket. The girls continued to rub and stroke her body. Slowly they brought her to her peak again. Two girls were working their fingers in and out of her cunt while another furiously licked her clit. No part of her body was ignored, from her ears, to her neck, her belly, thighs and even her toes were licked, stroked, and sucked. After three more orgasms, the girls rolled her onto the grass and folded up the blanket. Rebecca, exhausted and drenched in sweat fell asleep on the soft grass.

       Rebecca was only half-awake as she lay listening the women around her talk. Then there were hands on her arms and waist, lifting her into a standing position.

       “Wake up sleeping beauty. You can’t sleep all day.” It was the fashion teacher whispering in her ear. Rebecca opened her eyes and saw that the teacher and the daycare owner were holding her. In front of her were an angry looking Ms. Pendleton and an equally unhappy Aunt Nora.

       “She a mess,” Aunt Nora said to the group.

       ‘Well,” said Ms. Pendleton, “I guess we have a responsibility to clean her up since all her friends have left us to it.”

       “Do you have a hose and some soap Nora?” It was the Daycare women, Nancy.

       “Yep, right over there.”

       “Well take her over ladies and we’ll make short work of it,” Ms. Pendleton said without enthusiasm. Secretly she could not wait to soap the beautiful young girl.

       The two women at each side walked Rebecca towards the hose. Sara steadied her by placing one hand on her buttocks. Rebecca, now awake, looked down and saw that she was covered with grass from her nap. She wasn’t sure how she had wound up sleeping on the lawn. Her last thought before the dreams took over, was of playing Lawn Twister.

       When they reached the hose, Rebecca saw that there were four bars of soap lying in a bowl next to it.

        “Strange,” she thought, “Why would I need four bars of soap?”

       When she realized that these older women meant to wash her she began to protest.

       “It’s okay,” she said softly, “I can do this myself.”

       “But what about your problem?” Ms. Pendleton asked sarcastically.

       “I, umm, I…” Rebecca was speechless.

       “Nothing to be ashamed of,” said Nancy, “We’re all women here.”

       Sara turned on the hose and placed her hand under the stream.

       “It’s warm,” she marveled.

       “Yes,” Nora said, “I had it connected to a special heating tank so we could rinse off after swimming in the pond.

       Sara turned the stream on Rebecca who jumped when the warm water touched her sun warmed skin. Sara wet Rebecca’s entire body down and then turned off the water. Each of the women picked up a bar of soap and the four of them set about lathering up Rebecca’s naked body. Ms. Pendleton took her back and soaped her from neck to buttocks while Nora and Nancy worked on her arms, shoulders, and breasts. Sara meanwhile soaped Rebecca’s flat stomach and slowly worked her way to Rebecca’s soft naked mound.

       Rebecca’s embarrassment over being touched and washed quickly melted away as the hands massaged her breasts, ass, and pussy. When she shut her eyes and started to sway lightly, Ms. Pendleton came in close and slid two fingers up Rebecca’s tight behind.

       “Ahh” Rebecca moaned.

       Sara finished soaping Rebecca’s firm legs and brought her attention back to the girl’s mound. She was close enough to see Rebecca’s clit protruding though her lips. Gently Sara ran a finger across it and the girl thrust her hips forward, another moan escaping her lips.

       Nora and Nancy were now milking the teen’s large breasts. They squeezed each breast from the base, slippery hands moving across the flesh until they tweaked the rock hard nipples. Rebecca’s head fell back onto the shoulder of the awaiting Ms. Pendleton, who took the opportunity to lick Rebecca’s ear. She swirled her tongue along the outside and then explored deeper. Rebecca moaned at the sensation; her body unable to fight the feelings.

       Nora took the girls nipple in her mouth and let her soapy hand run down the length of the girl’s firm body. Sara meanwhile took up the hose the used the streaming water on the girls pussy. She spread Rebecca’s lips and let the warm stream pour over the sensitive clit. When Rebecca began to move her hips in a slow rhythm, Sara replaced the water stream with her tongue. She nipped and bit at Rebecca’s growing clit and slid a finger into the girl’s vagina.

       Rebecca’s mouth opened as she moaned again. Nancy left her breast and explored the girl’s mouth with her tongue. She swirled her tongue across Rebecca’s, filling Rebecca’s mouth. She occasionally pulled back in order to lick and bite Rebecca’s lips.

       Nora alternated between the two breasts and nipples. As she grew more excited, she bit harder and harder at the nipples. The pain and ecstasy was too much for Rebecca as the older experienced women devoured her. Their hands explored every inch of her until finally an orgasm shook her entire body.

       They laid her down onto the wet grass; Sara continued to eat her pussy and now licked her from asshole to clit. The others undressed quickly. Ms. Pendleton squatted over the beautiful girls face and then lowered her cunt onto Rebecca’s soft mouth. Rebecca started to lick and explore the older woman’s pussy. Nora and Sara switched places while Nancy returned to Rebecca’s breasts. In turn, each licked Rebecca’s soaking pussy until the girl screamed. Moreover, each got a chance to feel the young girls’s tongue in their own cunt.

       Much later Rebecca awoke briefly in her own bed. Certain she had dreamed it all she went back to sleep. Below her in the living room the four women sat and drank coffee. They discussed plans for Rebecca’s enrollment at Sappho College and her work at the Adult Daycare. Ms. Pendleton especially concerned with Rebecca’s first experience with a dildo.        

       Next Chapter – Rebecca goes to community college in a sexy little dress

       

Reluctant Rebecca Chapter 6

First Day at Community College

Well this story seems to have a mind of its own. So much for my planned chapters. This first day at college is going to last a little longer than I thought so I’ll finish it in chapter seven. I have borrowed from the Naked in School theme a bit here. In addition, I have received a few requests to dress Rebecca up before I strip her back down so I’m going to give it a shot in this chapter and some of the future ones. In addition, there’s a little redirection of plot at the end so that I can expand the content of scenes-have no fear, Rebecca won’t lose her reluctance yet... Again standard disclaimer on the over 18, a work of fiction and of course my thanks to those of you who send your encouragement!

       “What’s the matter, the dress isn’t good enough for you?” Margo’s angry voice and large presence frightened Rebecca.

       “No…it’s not that, it’s just that…”

       “Come now,” her Aunt said in a stern voice, “the girls worked hard at the alterations because they want you to look great on your first day of classes.”

       “I’m sorry; I just have never worn anything like this before.”

       “It’s okay,” cooed Trish, “you look very hot, trust me.”

       That’s what bothered Rebecca. The young woman reflected in the mirror was like a beautiful stranger. Her cousins had done her make-up and hair and the look made her seem more ready for a nightclub than the first day of school. The dress they had given her was pink and strapless. It had an elastic top that held it just above her breasts and her blond hair flowed over her tanned, naked shoulders. The material was soft and stretchy so it clung to her, accenting her beautiful figure. The material wasn’t exactly see through but one could still see the outline of her breasts and nipples. Although the dress clung firmly to her hips, it ended about three inches past her crotch. She wore no panties and was concerned that when she sat down the dress would slide up to her waist.  She was also given a pair of stockings to wear. The white, sheer material covered her legs but it ended a few inches from the bottom of her dress. The exposed strip of her tanned thighs highlighted the contrast of the white stockings and pink dress. Her Aunt had given her a pair of pink pumps with a two-inch heel. Rebecca had never worn anything with a heel before and she wasn’t sure she could negotiate it. The angle it set her feet at also seemed to tighten her calves and buttocks accentuating her firm body.

       “Now Rebecca,” Nora said firmly, “this is a big step for you. I was not certain that with your, uh, problem, it was such a good idea to send you out in public; especially since I would not want you to do anything to embarrass this family or Ms. Pendleton.”

       “Yes Aunt Nora.” Rebecca blushed over the mention of her ‘problem’ and her skin matched the color of her dress.

       “However, Ms. Pendleton has convinced me that an education is important so I am going to give it a try.”

       “Thank you, Aunt Nora.”

       “Yes, well it does come with one safe guard. This.” Aunt Nora held up three small, beige egg shaped objects. They were plastic and about the size of Robin’s eggs. Rebecca had no idea how these small eggs were a safe guard to her problem, but she was eager to please and hopeful that whatever they did, it would work.

       “Trish if you’ll be so kind as to lend a hand,” Aunt Nora said.

       Trish grabbed the bottom of Rebecca’s pink dress and lifted it to the girl’s waist. The sight of the smooth exposed flesh and the way it was offset by the pink and white materials excited the three women.

       Nora stepped over to Rebecca and lightly ran her chubby finger across the girl’s exposed pussy. Rebecca flinched at the unexpected violation but did not pull away. Nora slid her finger deeper into the folds of the soft lips and lightly rubbed Rebecca’s stiffening clit. Rebecca’s body had grown so sensitive to the manipulations that she immediately felt herself getting wet. Nora explored lower until she found the girl’s moist hole. She inserted her finger and collected the moisture. Rebecca softly moaned at the intrusion. When Nora had her finger completely wet, she pulled it out and used the liquid to lubricate one of the eggs.

       “Margo, take care of this one.”
       Margo took the lubricated plastic egg and knelt down behind Rebecca. Trish, eager to help, spread the embarrassed Rebecca’s cheeks. When they were open, Margo slid her finger into Rebecca’s pussy and collected more juice, she used it to lubricate Rebecca’s anus. All of the ministrations were heating up the teen and she became frightened that she would cum right there in front of the three women.

       When her ass was sufficiently lubricated, Margo inserted the ‘egg’ into Rebecca’s anus. The sudden sensation caused Rebecca to jump and she felt a new flow of moisture in her pussy. Margo pushed the egg all the way in and then let her finger linger for a moment.

       Nora, meanwhile, had knelt in front of the teen and inserted an egg into the girl’s soaked pussy. She used two fingers to keep Rebecca’s lip spread and rested a third on the girl’s rock hard clit. She was tempted to bring the girl ‘off’ right there, but knew once they started; the chances of Rebecca making it to school were very slim. Instead, she quickly inserted the second egg into Rebecca’s tight vagina.

       “Now,” she said, “if you happen to get excited while at school these devices will start to vibrate to counteract your dirty thoughts.” This of course was false. The fact was these mini vibrating eggs were designed to keep Rebecca in a state of near orgasm. They all worked together off the single remote control Margo had in her purse. Margo would be sure to keep Rebecca in a pre-orgasmic state throughout the day.

       “Remember, Rebecca,” Nora cautioned, “It’s important these stay in place, especially when you get excited. So if they start to slip out either keep your legs closed tight or get someone to help you keep them in.”

       Rebecca nodded, humiliated at the thought of someone helping her keep them in place. She lowered her dress and followed Margo out to the car. Nora and Trish watched her from the doorstep.

       “I wish I could go.” Trish complained.

       “Me too, but not to worry, you get to take her to the Adult day care next week.”

       “Umm,” Trish smiled. “Wait until she gets it from those old horny hens.”

       On the ride to Sappho College Margo instructed Rebecca on getting home.

       “I have a full day so there’s no sense in you hanging around after lunch. Take bus 69 from the front of the school and it will drop you off at the end of the driveway. Mabel the bus driver knows Ma’ and it’s all been arranged.”

       “Okay.”

       Twenty minutes later, they pulled into the parking lot of Sappho Community College. After she shut off the car, Margo put her keys in her purse, using it as an excuse to try out the remote. She slid the small switch forward and saw Rebecca flinch.

       “What’s the matter?” she asked.

       “Nothing,” Rebecca said in her soft submissive voice.

       Margo pushed the slide a little further and watched its affect on the teen.

       Rebecca didn’t think she had been having any bad thoughts, but the vibrations in her ass and pussy said otherwise. The soft hum tickled her anus and vagina. She closed her eyes tight and tried to will away any sinful thoughts. Margo watched her carefully and then shut off the vibrators. “Let her think she can control it,” she smiled to herself.

       “Let’s go, we don’t want to be late.”

       Rebecca opened her door and carefully stepped out of the car. As she had feared, sitting drove the dress dangerously high on her thighs. She didn’t want to flash anyone when getting out of the car. She followed Margo into the school and then into the main office. Margo spoke briefly with an old woman behind the desk. The women smiled, nodded, and then directed Margo to a door marked “Head Mistress.”

       “I’ll be right back,” Margo called to Rebecca.

       The old woman smiled at Rebecca and said, “That’s a lovely dress, what kind of material is it made of?”

       “I don’t know really.”

       The old croon came around the counter towards Rebecca. She was no more than five feet tall with grey hair and a long pointy nose. Her eyes though had a youthful sparkle and her smile seemed genuine.

       “I bet it’s really soft,” she said as she came directly in front of Rebecca.

       “Umm, yes it is.” Rebecca stammered, the old woman’s closeness suddenly making her uncomfortable.

       “May I?” the woman asked, but without waiting permission she reached out and placed her hand on Rebecca’s flat belly.

       “Oh yes, very soft.” The old woman ran her hand in circles on Rebecca’s stomach. The circles grew larger and larger until the woman was actually rubbing Rebecca’s breasts. Her nipples responded and strained against the thin material. The old woman concentrated her attention on rubbing Rebecca’s breast.

       Rebecca tried to think about something other than the feeling on her nipples but the vibrating eggs suddenly came on. The combined sensation of the erotic vibrations and the old woman’s manipulations made Rebecca’s mind grow fuzzy. The vibrations in her ass and pussy grew stronger and she softly moaned.

       Agnes was thoroughly enjoying touching the young philly.. She had eavesdropped enough to know that this naïve teen would be blaming herself for her body’s reaction. When the young girl moaned and closed her eyes, Agnes grabbed both of the girl’s protruding nipples and lightly twisted them between her fingers. The teen moaned again but did not open her eyes. Agnes slid one hand down the front of Rebecca’s dress, when she reached the bottom her old hand explored underneath. She was thrilled to find the girl wore no panties and even more excited when she felt the soft hairless pussy. Watching for a reaction, Agnes explored Rebecca’s pussy. She softly rubbed the girl’s lips and clit.

       Rebecca was finding it hard to breathe. The more she attempted to control her thoughts and reactions, the worse it seemed to get. She was horrified to consider what this poor old woman must think of her. After all, how could an innocent thing like touching her dress cause such a reaction? The vibrating eggs were not helping much and she feared that she would go over the edge any moment.

       Agnes watched, as the teen’s breathing became a pant. She continued to manipulate the girl’s clit and with the other hand lowered one side of Rebecca’s dress, exposing a lovely breast. Agnes took a quick look around and then took the nipple in her mouth. She swirled her tongue across it and lightly nipped it. She slid her finger lower and inserted it into Rebecca’s cunt. As she inched deeper into the girl, she suddenly felt the vibrating egg.

       “A-ha” she thought, “that’s why this is so easy.”

       From behind her, Agnes heard someone clear her throat. “Damn,” she thought, but removed her finger from the girl and looked up. Ms. Pendleton and Margo were standing watching her. Margo an evil grin on her face, Ms. Pendleton just rolled her eyes and shook her head.

       Agnes stepped away from the girl and pulled the dress back over her now wet boob. She wiped her mouth, smiled at the two women, and then returned to her desk.

       “Rebecca,” Ms. Pendleton called, “are you ready for class?”

       The vibrations had slowed to a low hum and Rebecca snapped back when she heard the voice of the Head Mistress.

       “Ye-es Maam.”

       “Good. I have you scheduled for two classes today. The first is ‘Creative Arts’ with Ms. Barns and then Fashion Design and Modeling with Ms Sara, who you met at the picnic. Margo is in your creative arts class so she’ll show you where to go.”

       “Thank you, Ms. Pendleton.”

       “And Rebecca, be very careful with that lovely dress in creative arts, your Aunt will be very upset if you ruin on your first day of school.”

       “I will, Ms. Pendleton, I promise.”

       Margo moved to the door and opened it for Rebecca to step through. She turned back to Ms. Pendleton and winked. As they left Ms. Pendleton turned to Agnes.

       “Really Agnes, at your age can’t you show even a little self control.”

       Agnes just smiled and shrugged her shoulders.

       “Well, I have Jennifer coming to the office. Apparently, she forgot another assignment today. Would you care to help me administer the spanking?”

       “Is she the short one with kind of chubby ass, one who cums when you tweak her nipples?”

       “That’s the one.”

       “Can I make her get completely naked for the spanking?”

       “Sure.”

       Agnes smiled, “then I’d love to help.”

       The classroom was full by the time Rebecca and Margo entered. The desks were arranged in a circle around a small raised platform. On the platform was a long table. Ms. Barns stood on the platform addressing the room full of girls. When they entered, everyone turned and looked at Rebecca.

       She felt very over dressed in her pink tube dress and stockings. Everyone else was wearing sweat pants and jeans. There shirts looked like they had been used for several art projects as they were stained with paint and clay. Rebecca remembered Ms. Pendleton’s warning and was suddenly nervous.

       Ms. Barns didn’t look much older than her students. Her light brown hair was done in dreadlocks and she had a cute face with a splash of freckles across her nose and cheeks. She didn’t wear any makeup and had the youthful appearance of a college spring-breaker. Her jeans were slightly baggy and she wore a green “Lilith Fair” concert tee shirt and  Birkenstock sandals.

       “My, my aren’t we pretty,” Ms. Barns said as her blue eyes scanned Rebecca from head to toe. Rebecca blushed and looked down at the floor. The vibrations from the eggs increased slightly and Rebecca turned a deeper shade of pink.

       “Girls,” Ms. Barns continued, “this is Rebecca the latest addition to our class.”

       The class mumbled a few ‘hello’s’ and Rebecca nodded to them.

       “Rebecca, please have a seat in one of the empty chairs and then we’ll get started.”

       Margo had already left her side and had sat down next to a thin red head that Rebecca recognized from the picnic. Margo and the girl exchanged a few whispers and then started laughing. Rebecca slowly made her way to an empty chair. She had to walk slowly in order not to trip and it made her hips swing in a slow seductive ark. Several of the students, including Ms. Barns watched Rebecca with hungry eyes. When she reached her seat, she was uncertain how to sit without having her dress ride up her hips. The problem was that the chair and desk were connected so she could not pull out the chair but would instead have to “slide” in between.  Ms. Barns continued her lecture while Rebecca stood contemplating how to get seated. She decided it would be best if she turned away from the chair, quickly sat and then swung her legs in and under the desk.

       As she slowly turned on the high heels, she heard the black-haired “Goth” girl in the seat next to hers say, “For Christ sakes, sit down already, shows over!” Rebecca felt a hand on the hem of her dress and suddenly she was being pulled backwards. Off balance already because of the pink pumps, she fell back hoping she wouldn’t miss the chair. She landed dead center and was relieved until she felt the cold seat pressed directly against her naked ass. Looking down she saw that when the girl had pulled her, the dress had snapped up to her waist and she was now sitting in the chair naked and exposed below her belly button.

       Rebecca quickly grabbed the dress and yanked it down, but in the sitting position, all she could do was bring it to her waist. She didn’t dare stand up and she was afraid to draw attention to her predicament by squirming to pull the dress any further down. She swung her legs under the desk and hoped no one would notice her naked skin. She glanced over at the Goth girl. She was staring at Rebecca though her dark mascara as she tapped her long black fingernails on the desk. The girl turned her dark eyes downward towards Rebecca’s naked bottom.

       “Aren’t we a dirty girl,” she grinned through her purple lipstick. “Forget your panties?” she whispered. Her hand shot out and stroked Rebecca’s thigh.

       “I’m Kiley, want to be friends?” The sarcastic smile frightened Rebecca. She felt Kiley’s hand stroking her thigh, and then she felt the girl’s long black nails slowly trace their way towards Rebecca’s pussy. The vibrations from the eggs suddenly increased again and Rebecca unwittingly opened her legs a bit. Kiley took it as an invitation, her nails sliding inside Rebecca’s opened thighs and directly to her bare pussy. The girl cupped Rebecca’s mound and squeezed.

       “Yummy, no panties, and no hair, how nice.”

       “Please…stop,” Rebecca whispered.

       “Sure, no problem princess.” Kiley removed her hand but dragged a long nail across Rebecca’s hard clit causing Rebecca to shudder.

       Margo watched the entire exchange from her chair. She kept alternating the speed of the vibrating eggs watching as Rebecca became more and more turned on. She had brought the unsuspecting Rebecca to orgasm so many times over the past few weeks she knew exactly when the naïve teen was ready to cum. She could tell by the soft layer of perspiration and the way Rebecca’s eyes were half closed that the girl was close. She didn’t want her to have an orgasm here, that would have to wait for a more humiliating set of circumstances; like in a hallway full of student on-lookers. She gave the eggs one last burst and then turned the vibrations back down to a low hum.

       Ms. Barns watched secretly while she talked to the class about the difference between watercolors and oil based paints. She was pretty much on autopilot and knew that the girls’ attention was more on Rebecca than her instruction. She really couldn’t blame though, the blond was incredible looking. Soft and sweet and a face and body that made you want to strip her naked and devour every inch of her. She looked at the clock and realized that it was time to set things in motion.

       “Okay ladies, art is about doing so why don’t we grab our supplies and get started.” The students anxiously jumped from their seats and headed for the table of paint supplies.

       “Rebecca, have you every painted before?” Rebecca, still floating on the sweet sensations of the vibrating eggs, looked up with sleepy eyes.

       “Well, have you?” Ms. Barns asked.

       Rebecca cleared her head, concerned over the disappointment she heard in Ms. Barns’ voice. She didn’t want her new teacher to dislike her.

       “No Ms. Barns I haven’t.”

       “Okay, well now is a good time to learn, grab some paper, a brush, and a few colors, and give it a try.”

       Rebecca didn’t move. She wasn’t sure how to get out of her seat without showing everyone that she was naked from the waist down. Ms. Barns, seeing the odd look on Rebecca’s face, made her way over and knelt next to Rebecca.

       “What’s the problem?” she asked in a soft voice.

       “Umm, nothing.”

       Ms. Barns reached under the desk and took hold of Rebecca’s knees. She pulled Rebecca’s legs until the girl was seated facing her, legs tightly closed to hide her pussy. Ms. Barns placed her hands on the white stockings and slowly rubbed back and forth against the silky material. She ran her hands up until they touched the smooth flesh of Rebecca’s thighs.

       “Come on, nothing to worry about. You’ll do fine.” She pretended to ignore the real reason Rebecca didn’t want to stand. She grabbed Rebecca’s hands and said, “Up we go.” Rebecca was pulled into a standing position, her pussy and ass now completely exposed to the helpful Ms. Barns.

       Ms. Barns whispered, “Oops” and then slid her hands across Rebecca’s hips. She reached around, found the girl’s soft ass, and cupped both cheeks before tracing her way up to Rebecca’s dress. Ms. Barns took the hem of the dress and pulled it down over Rebecca’s shapely rump. She then traced her way back across the still exposed flesh of Rebecca’s thighs. When she reached the front, she slowly explored Rebecca’s inner thighs with her fingertips, finally running them over the girl’s velvety mound. Ms. Barns found the front of the dress and then reluctantly pulled it down.

       “There you go, sweetie. Now go get some supplies.”

       Rebecca, speechless over the kindness of her new teacher, made her way to the group of girls by the paint supplies.  Kiley, who had watched the entire thing from her seat, wiggled her eyebrows at Ms. Barns and held up a cup of green paint mouthing, “accidents happen.” Ms. Barns smiled and nodded her head in agreement.

       Rebecca was concentrating hard on her picture. After the kindness shown by her teacher, she wanted to do the best she could on the assignment. She was about halfway done when she saw Kiley out of the corner of her eye standing up. Kiley yelled “shit” and a second later Rebecca felt cold paint running down the front of her new dress. She looked down and saw a large green track of paint from her chest to her crotch. She jumped out her chair unsure what to do.

       “Oh my God!” yelled Kiley. “Rebecca, I am so sorry.” Rebecca looked at the girl and found no sign that Kiley was being insincere.

       “It’s alright,” she said knowing, in fact, that it was anything but alright Her Aunt would kill her, but at least Margo witnessed that it wasn’t Rebecca’s fault. Ms. Barns rushed over to her.

       “Oh this is terrible; your beautiful dress is ruined.”

       Margo rushed over. “Damn Ms. Barns we need to do something, my Ma’ will be so pissed if that stains. I don’t want my cousin getting in trouble.” She smiled at Rebecca.

       “Okay,” Ms. Barns said pretending to consider the options. “It’s only water colors so maybe if we are quick we can get it out.”

       “That’s a great idea.” Kiley added. “I don’t want Rebecca getting in trouble.”

       “Come on, Rebecca lets get the dress off you so we can soak it in the sink.”

       Rebecca wanted to protest, she couldn’t believe they expected her to be naked in a classroom. Before she could disagree, though, hands reached out and started tugging at the bottom of her dress.

       “No, no girls, not from the bottom, you’ll get paint in her hair. Pull it down.”

       “But Ms. Barns, if we do that we’ll ruin her stockings too.” A small pixy-like girl said.

       “True, Mary, so what do you suggest?”

       “Well, if we get our hands under the dress and sort of stretch it out and away from her body, then we can lift it over her head without it touching her hair.”

       “Yes, I think that will work. Okay, Rebecca raise your arms over your head. I need three volunteers to lift the dress. Mary it was your idea so you can help. Kiley you made the mess so you’re in and Margo she’s your cousin so you’ll be third.”

       The three girls encircled Rebecca, Margo took the rear because she loved Rebecca’s bottom. She had handed the remote to her red headed friend Darcy with instructions to ramp it up as they started to undress Rebecca. “Not too much though, I don’t want her to cum” she had whispered.

       On cue, the three girls got their hands under Rebecca’s dress and pulled it away from her body.

       “Be sure to not let it touch her skin on the way up,” Ms. Barns reminded them.

       ‘How though?” asked Kiley.

       “Lead with your hands and then roll the dress over your forearms as you go.”

       “Like this?” Mary asked as she slid her hands along Rebecca’s thighs getting up to her forearms under the dress. Her hands were softly resting on Rebecca’s naked sex. Darcy saw what Mary was up to so she increased the vibrators’ speed. Rebecca shuddered.

       “Yes, now lift your arms away from her body, but keep your hands in place,” Ms. Barns instructed. When Mary did, the springy material rolled down her forearms coming to rest at her wrists.

       “It works,” cried one of the students.

       Using this technique, the three girls slowly slid their hands across Rebecca’s smooth flesh. Mary and Kiley, in the front, timed it perfect so that when they reached her chest their hands remained shortly on Rebecca’s firm breasts. Kiley lightly rubbed Rebecca’s stiffened nipple with the palm of her hand, causing a soft moan from the almost naked girl.

       Once past her breasts, they had little interest in continuing the charade so they quickly pulled the dress over her head and then the three stepped back. The class was awestruck at the sight Rebecca standing naked, her white stockings and pink shoes made her look even more exposed. Across her white breasts, tanned belly, and the tops of her thighs were streaks of green paint.

       “Okay Kiley, you go rinse out the dress the rest of you girls grab some wet towels and clean the paint off Rebecca,” Ms Barns instructed.

       The students rushed over to Rebecca and began using their towels and hands to remove the paint from her soft skin. Darcy turned up the vibrator a notch to add to the experience. Being naked and exposed in front of all these girls, their hands all over her breasts and the vibrations in her pussy and ass was putting Rebecca’s mind and body in turmoil. She tried to control her response to their helpful gestures, but she found herself growing wetter and wetter. Embarrassed, she was certain she could feel her clit protruding from her wet lips. She only hoped no one else noticed. Rebecca closed her eyes and prayed her classmates would finish before she lost all control.

       The hands seemed to be everywhere. She had only seen a little paint down her front, but it must have been worse than she thought. She could feel their fingers on her nipples; hands ran across her stomach and back. Someone was washing her under her breasts and they seemed to lift and squeeze each breast. Hands traced the small of her back and she suddenly imagined she felt fingers exploring her ass. The vibrations grew stronger so she knew it was all her imagination. A hand brushed against her sex and she heard a girl ask, “Ms. Barns what is this?”

       “Let me see,” said Ms. Barns. “Oh that?” she said and Rebecca almost came when she felt the teachers finger touch her exposed clitoris.

       “That must be Rebecca’s love button. Hmm, it looks pretty big; maybe we should stop washing her?”

       “Mine doesn’t stick out like that,” Rebecca heard another voice say. “I want to touch it.”

       “Me too,” came another voice.

       “I don’t know girls. That’s Rebecca’s private parts, I’m not sure that we should.”

       “Oh come on Ms. Barns, it can’t hurt. We’ll be gentle.”

       “Alright, but be quick about it, class is almost over.”

       Rebecca was beyond caring. A part of her needed release, but she fought it, humiliated by the thought of cumming from the touch of her classmates. These thoughts were soon lost as one by one, her classmates touched her exposed clitoris. Some rubbed it gently; others gave it a soft pinch. The final fingers grabbed her engorged clit and started to gently pull it. Rebecca entire body tingled as she felt a warm wave rushing over her, her hips began to thrust back and forth and she couldn’t control the soft moans that escaped her.

       The class was mesmerized by the sight of their young teacher crouched in front of the naked Rebecca. Ms. Barns had Rebecca’s clit between her thumb and forefinger and was slowly masturbating it. She slid her other hand onto Rebecca’s breast, tweaked, and pulled at the girl’s nipple. The sight of the fully dressed teacher so openly molesting the beautiful blond, naked except for her pink pumps and white had most of the girls reaching into their own pants.

       Ms. Barns so wanted to finish the young girl off, but her directions from Ms Pendleton were clear. As Rebecca came closer and closer, Ms. Barns stopped her manipulation and stood up. She quietly stepped away from the swaying girl and went back to the center of the room. Her students regrettably turned away as Margo walked over to Rebecca.

       “Hey, Rebecca, snap out of it.”

       Rebecca realized the lovely sensations were gone. She had control again. She opened her eyes and saw Margo giving her an odd look.

       “Listen, your dress is going to need some time to dry.”

       Concerned Rebecca asked, “What am I supposed to do?”

       “You have Fashion Design next, if we hurry we can sneak over there before classes change and Ms. Sara can give you something to wear. Then later you can come back here and get your dress.”

       Rebecca was unsure. It was bad enough being in class naked, but in the hallway of a school? That seemed too much.

       “I don’t know,” she said.

       “Better do it,” Ms. Barns called out. “Otherwise you’ll be naked in here when the next class arrives.”

       “Okay,” she said and followed Margo to the door.  Margo looked out the doorway and scanned the hallway up and down, pretending to make sure the coast was clear. She knew that classes were about to let out and that her naked little toy was about to find herself in a hallway of women.

       “Coast is clear, let’s go.” Margo grabbed Rebecca’s hand and pulled her out into the hall. Rebecca tried to cover herself, but it was nearly impossible to do that and keep her balance in the shoes she was wearing. As they slowly made their way down the corridor, Margo again turned up the vibrators. She brought the speed up to half and Rebecca suddenly froze in her tracks. She wasn’t sure what had brought it on, but her body again began to tingle with the feeling of an impending orgasm.

       “Why are you stopping?” Margo asked.

       “I – I- ah- just n-need to rest a moment.” Rebecca whimpered a fluttery feeling in her stomach and the tingling in her nipples made it hard to speak.

       “Rest? Out here? Are you having nasty thoughts again Rebecca?”

       “Umm, ahh, I’m trying not too.”

       Margo turned the vibrators up another notch and Rebecca had to steady herself by placing a hand on the wall. Her head hung down and her blond hair covered her sweating face.

       Just then, doors along the hallway began to open and students spilled out into the hallway. The ones closest noticed the naked girl in high heels and white thigh high stockings standing in the hallway. A group of girls from the soccer team whistled and then made a circle around the struggling Rebecca.

       A stocky brunette, the team captain, asked, “What have we got here?”

       “Just my cousin Rebecca,” Margo smiled.

       “Why is she naked?” The girl asked admiring the shapely figure.

       “She had a little accident in Art class and we had to soak her dress.”

       “She looks a little under the weather, is she sick?”

       “No, well sort of, she can’t control these nasty little sex fantasies that run through her mind. I guess being naked and all kind of set her off.”

       “Really?” the girl stepped closer to Rebecca and rubbed Rebecca’s naked back. “Is that true little princess? Are you having sex thoughts right here in the hallway?”
       Rebecca tried to gain some composure, but the vibrators seemed even stronger and the constant buzzing in her pussy and ass was proving too much.

       “I, ahh, I don’t know.”
       “Hear that team? She doesn’t know. Well, we should probably have a look and see. We can’t have you cumming in the middle of school.” A few of the girls moved in on Rebecca, the others stood back to enjoy the show. Other students and a few teachers also stopped to watch, curious as to what would happen next.

       “Okay team, lets give her a good inspection.”

       The soccer girls encircled Rebecca, their hands fondling and exploring her flesh. One of the girls milked her breasts while another felt her firm buttocks. The team captain, placed a hand on Rebecca’s back and slowly pushed her over into a bending position.

       “Now we can have a proper look.”

       Bent over, Rebecca’s breasts hung down. A soccer player on each side worked her breasts, pulling and squeezing them. Her hard nipples were pinched and tweaked making them grow even further. Behind her, the stocky brunette slid a finger across Rebecca’s wet lips.

       “Shit, she’s soaking wet,” the girl laughed. Rebecca could not believe these girls were inspecting her in the middle of the hallway. She wanted to resist but she just could seem to do anything but let it happen.

       The finger in her pussy found her clit.

       “Oh yeah, this thing is hard as a rock. Carol, feel it.”

       “No-o,” Rebecca begged, “Please d-don’t touch me there.”

       Another hand reached between her legs and she felt the fingers working between her lips.

       “You’re right it’s so long. Look you can jerk it like a cock.” The girl squeezed Rebecca’s love button and started pulling on it.

       “Uh..ugh, uh, pleeeese pl-please d-don’t” Rebecca pleaded.

       The girls ignored her and continued their manipulation.

       “Damn, Margo,” the soccer captain said, “she is ready to burst.” With that, she drove a finger up Rebecca’s ass extracting a moan from the helpless blonde. The girl playing with her clit said, “Fuck, I got to see her cum right here in the hallway.”

       “Please” Rebecca managed, “Don’t make me cu-cum.”
       The girl just laughed and said, “Sorry my little slut.” She leaned in and took Rebecca’s sex in her mouth. She drove her tongue across Rebecca’s clit and furiously licked at it. The girls on her breasts pulled and tweaked her nipples and the team captain drove her tongue into Rebecca’s exposed anus. Margo cranked the vibrators up to full and that was it for Rebecca.

       Unable to control herself the orgasm crashed through her.

       “Ah,ahh, no, noooo, ahhhhhh” The orgasm shook her entire body. The soccer girls stopped and watched as the blonde continued to twitch and spasm.

       “Damn what a slut,” one of them said and everyone laughed.

       Suddenly they saw the three eggs fall from Rebecca’s cunt and ass. The captain reached in a scooped them up and gave Margo a questioned look.

       Margo just shrugged and took them from the girl, dropping the eggs into her purse she said, “Good luck at the game tonight.”

       Rebecca was still bent over, her body quivering. Other students walked over to her, eager to touch the helpless blonde. There were at least twenty pairs of hands stroking the poor girl’s flesh. Ms. Barns parted the crowd and knelt behind the bent over Rebecca. She found Rebecca’s engorged clit and resumed her earlier manipulation, stroking it like a small penis between her thumb and forefinger. Rebecca’s body shuddered uncontrollably as another orgasm built. Ms Barnes increased the speed and pressure on the girl’s clit. Hands and fingers explored her naked body relentlessly. When a black girl named Sandra walked up and said, “Yeah git it” and jammed two fingers into Rebecca’s anus it was too much. The orgasm exploded in her and she shook wildly as Ms Barns continued to pull her clit and Sandra fucked her ass with quick, hard strokes. Another orgasm quickly followed the first and finally the women around her slowed and then ended their assault.

       Rebecca sank to the floor exhausted by the delightful pleasures that flowed through her body. After a few moments, Margo grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to her feet.
       “Are you okay?” Margo asked. “You looked like you passed out for a minute there.”

       “Y-yes.” Rebecca said. “I must have.”

       “Well come on we need to get you to class before you’re late.”
       “Margo, why did those girls touch me like they did?”

       Margo considered the evolution of this little game. It was apparent that Rebecca realized that her recent experience was not a fantasy. The question was how to make it seem like Rebecca’s reaction was also Rebecca’s fault.

       “Rebecca,” Margo said in a consoling tone as she placed her arm around the naked girl’s shoulder, “it’s perfectly normal for a woman to touch another woman. I mean, don’t you see woman hugging each other all the time?”

       “Well, yes but,” Rebecca stammered.

       “It’s just that, well, to put it bluntly, you’re kind of a sex fiend. The most innocent touch sets you off. You really should try to control you’re reactions instead of blaming everyone else.”

       “Oh.” Rebecca feared that her reactions were not normal and her cousin’s words seemed to confirm her fear.

       “I mean,” her cousin continued, “if it was a boy touching you, then I could understand your reaction, but these are women. You really should try to control your body a little more. You don’t want people to think you are weird do you?

       “No.”

       “You won’t really fit in if every time someone tries to help you, you have an orgasm. And if women think you’re a lesbian, they’ll really avoid you.”

       “I’ll try,” Rebecca said softly. It dawned on her that she had been pretending these experiences were fantasies, but in truth, she had just been avoiding the fact that the most innocent touch seemed to excite her body. Rebecca wasn’t sure how she would control her response, but she knew it was important to try.

       Margo was proud of her little deceit. She believed that making the beautiful blonde cum would be a lot more enjoyable if Rebecca was completely aware and especially if Rebecca also believed the reaction was entirely her own fault. Another evil idea occurred to her.

       “You know Rebecca; maybe we can help you out a bit.”

       “How?” Rebecca was eager for a solution.

       “Well there are certain things we could do that might help you control yourself.”

       “Like what?” Rebecca asked cautiously.

       “Um, like spankings. Nothing really hard, but just enough to help your body learn to control itself. And we could do, like interventions, to you know, check and make sure your body issn’t reacting when it shouldn’t be.”

       “Interventions?” Rebecca didn’t want to appear ungrateful, but she wasn’t completely sure if she should trust Margo.

       “Yeah, interventions, like if It looks like you’re getting…um…excited, we could have people check you out and then help you stop.” Margo smiled as if her idea made perfect sense.

       “Okay,” Rebecca reluctantly agreed.

       “And it doesn’t seem like the eggs really worked so we should probably try something a little bigger.”

       The word bigger caused a shiver to run through Rebecca.

       “But Rebecca, if were really going to be a help, you have to be committed to being agreeable. This means when someone tries to help, you have to listen to them…no matter what.”

       “Well…i..uh,” Rebecca was used to listening to others, but the look in Margo’s eyes when she said, ‘no matter what’ caused concern. For some reason, though, it also gave Rebecca a hot and out of breath feeling.

       “Perfect, it’s decided then. I’ll just talk to Ma’ and Ms. Pendleton about it, and I’ll get some of my dearest friends to volunteer to help out.”

       Their conversation had taken them to the Fashion Design class.

       “Now don’t you worry about a thing, Cuz, we’ll fix this problem. In fact Ms. Sara and some of the girls in this class could probably help right away.”

       Suddenly very frightened, Rebecca regretted agreeing to any help.

       “No…I mean, maybe we should wait,” Rebecca pleaded.

       “Nonsense, no time like the present.”  Before Rebecca could respond, Margo swung open the door and entered the class.

       

       

       

Reluctant Rebecca Chapter 7

The Saga at Community College Continues

This is a work of fiction and intended for mature audiences.

       Margo led Rebecca, naked except for her white thigh high stocking and pink pumps, into Ms. Sara’s Fashion Design class. When they entered the room, Rebecca was shocked to discover that the class was already full. She immediately covered her naked body with her hands and arms, embarrassed over her exposure to the room full of young college students.

       “Rebecca,” Ms. Sara called out, “what on earth happened to your clothes?”

       “I, uh, I…” Rebecca stammered, humiliated that she had to explain her nudity.

       “Oh Rebecca had an accident in art class Ms. Sara,” Margo said cheerfully. “We had to wash her dress, but were hoping you’d have something she could wear.”

       “Well it is fashion design, so I guess we could dress her in one of our projects.”
       “Okay, whatever you can do. But…um…there’s one more thing, if I could speak to you privately?” Margo motioned to the hallway.

       “Certainly Margo, Rebecca come in and introduce yourself to the class.”

       Ms. Sara stepped into the hallway with Margo. Rebecca stood motionless, unsure what to do in her current state of nudity.

       “Don’t be shy,” a beautiful olive skinned girl in a long dress said as she approached Rebecca. The girl’s dress was black with long lacy sleeves. Her long black hair a stark contrast to Rebecca’s blond. The girl placed her hand on the small of Rebecca’s back and guided her to the center of the room.

       “You’re very pretty,” another girl said as she too approached Rebecca. She held out her hand as she introduced herself. “My name is Allison.”

       Rebecca just stared at the girl’s hand, she wanted to be polite, but didn’t want to expose herself further by taking her hands away from her breasts and pussy. Allison stood with her arm extended, insistent on the greeting. The girl who had guided her into the room leaned over and said. “Don’t be rude Rebecca, shake Allison’s hand.”

       Having no other choice, Rebecca removed the hand covering her breasts and took Allison’s in hers. Allison held it firmly and said, “It’s nice to meet you.” She did not let go of Rebecca’s hand, but instead turned to the other girls and said, “Come on everyone, come meet Rebecca.”

       Several other students got up from their chairs and approached the naked Rebecca.

       “Hi, I’m Cindy,” said a pretty, shorthaired blond. She extended her left hand to Rebecca. Rebecca tried to remove her hand from Allison’s grip, but the girl would not let go. Cindy stood waiting for the exchange. Helpless to do anything else, Rebecca extended her left hand leaving herself completely exposed to the girls. The dark haired girl behind her slid her hand down Rebecca’s back and softly cupped Rebecca’s ass. She leaned closer and whispered, “By the way, I’m Victoria.”

       Victoria’s hand slid around the soft curve of Rebecca’s hip. Her fingers slowly traced their way to Rebecca’s hairless mound and then she cupped Rebecca’s sex, her fingers lightly resting on Rebecca’s lips.

       “Very soft, how do you keep it so smooth?” Victoria cooed.

       “It doesn’t grow.” Rebecca said softly.

       “What doesn’t grow?” Victoria lightly ran her tongue along Rebecca’s ear.

       “My h-hair, it does-doesn’t gr-row.”

       “Interesting,” Victoria continued, “And do you like to be naked in public?” She softly blew on Rebecca’s ear.

       “No-o” Rebecca shivered as she felt Victoria’s finger gently part the folds of her lips.

       “But sweetie, you feel a little wet. Gwen, come here and tell me if you think our little naked princess is wet.” Gwen, a cherub faced girl with thick chestnut brown hair stepped up to Rebecca. Gwen had a thick, curvy figure. She was not overweight, just solid with large breast. Victoria removed her hand from Rebecca’s mound, slowly tracing her way to just below Rebecca’s breast.

       Gwen smiled at Rebecca, a twinkle in her eye. Her fleshy hand cupped Rebecca’s sex and she slowly rubbed the soft, smooth skin. Her middle finger slid between Rebecca’s lips and then found the moist hole. Gwen slid her finger all the way in and Rebecca gasped.

       “Oh yes, she is very wet,” the girl said as she slowly moved her finger in and out.

       “Please stop,” Rebecca softly pleaded.        

       “Why?” Victoria asked. “Are you going to cum on Gwen’s finger?”

       “I think she is,” Gwen giggled.

       “Please, don’t make me cum.” Gwen moved her finger faster and Rebecca overwhelmed with pleasure closed her eyes.

       “Don’t you like to cum?” Victoria whispered as she cupped Rebecca’s firm breast.

       “It-It’s not right, not with a girl.”

       “You’re right, Rebecca, so you better not cum.” Victoria found Rebecca’s nipple and lightly pulled on it. “Allison, is Rebecca’s other nipple as hard as this one?”

       Allison leaned over and took Rebecca’s nipple in her mouth. She flicked her tongue across it and then swirled around the edge. Rebecca’s knees grew weak as she tried to hold back her approaching orgasm. Allison gave the nipple a light nip with her teeth and then released it.

       “Yes,” she said, “it is very hard.” She returned her mouth to Rebecca’s breast and cupped it in her hand while she gently sucked and licked the girl’s nipple.

       Gwen rhythmically fucked Rebecca with her finger in long, slow thrusts.

       “Cindy, is her clit as hard as her nipples?” Victoria asked in a soft voice.

       Cindy, still holding Rebecca’s outstretched hand, used her other to find Rebecca’s love button. She found the hard nub easily and took it between her thumb and forefinger.

       “Oh yes, Victoria, it is very hard.” Cindy stroked the clit gently and Rebecca moaned.

       “Ladies,” Ms. Sara called from the front of the room. She had been watching most of the assault on the beautiful, naked blond.

       The girls all turned at the sound of her voice. Gwen stopped her assault but did not remove her finger; she really wanted to make Rebecca cum.

       “Okay ladies; let’s give Rebecca a little rest so we can get some work done.”

       The girls reluctantly returned to their desks. Rebecca, on the verge of orgasm continued to stand in the middle of the room. Ms. Sara approached her and encircled the girl’s waist with her arm. Having spoken to Margo, Ms. Sara was delighted at the delicious turn the game had taken.

       “Rebecca, are you okay?”

       The sound of her name, brought her back a little, but she still felt warm and dreamy.

       “Yes, Ms. Sara, it’s just that-that…” she trailed off, ashamed to admit that she almost came.

       “Rebecca, were you getting turned on by your classmates?”

       “No, I mean, umm.”

       “Class, Rebecca has a little problem that she would like our help with.”

       “No, please don’t say anything.” Rebecca said in a pleading whisper.

       “Its fine Rebecca, just relax, were all women here. As I was saying, Rebecca has a little problem. Besides seeming to always find an excuse to take off her clothes, she tends to excite very easily.”

       “Is she a lesbian?” Victoria asked with mock disdain. She herself was taken almost daily by the girl’s basketball team. Not that she had any complaints, as she seemed to always ‘accidentally’ enter the lavatory at the same time as them. They loved to strip her naked and do the most wicked things to her young soft body.

       “We’re not sure, but we need to help her avoid such reactions to the innocent touch of a female.”

       “Maybe it would help, Ms. Sara, if she put some clothes on,” Cindy called out.

       “Yes, I think that would be a good start, but what do we have that will fit her?”

       “I’m done with my silk body stocking,” a pretty, auburn hair girl said.

       “Excellent, do we have anything else?”

       “I just finished that plaid mini-skirt, but I’m not sure of the length, it was for my little sister.”

       “Well we can certainly try it,” Ms. Sara said cheerfully. “Come on girls, let’s get her dressed.

       The class quickly left their seats, chattering and laughing as they circled Rebecca.

       “First let’s remove her stockings.” Several hands groped Rebecca’s thighs as the tights were slipped down her legs.

       “Ms. Sara, it will be easier to put on her if she lies down on the fabric table.”

       “Great idea, Gwen, everyone give her a hand.”

       The eager hands guided Rebecca to a large table in the back of the room. Rebecca was lost in the confusion and the sensation of so many hands touching her. They turned her around and then helped her up onto the table. The hands gently pushed her down and she found herself laying, surround by her helpful classmates.

       “Ms. Sara, I don’t mind Rebecca wearing my body stocking, but it is made out of silk and I don’t want it to get dirty. She looks a little messy from running around naked.”

       “Very true, Madison, ladies get some wet towels and wash Rebecca down.”

       Rebecca was startled at the suggestion; she did not trust her body when it came to baths, as she tended to lose control. “Really, I don’t want anyone to go to any trouble, I could do it myself,” she said.

       “Nonsense, honey, it’s no trouble at all” Before she could protest further, several girls had returned with wet towels. They quickly began scrubbing her naked body. Gwen was one of the washers and she went right to work on Rebecca’s pussy.

       “Wait,” someone called, “we should do her back first.” The girls spun Rebecca over and went to work washing her back, ass, and legs. She felt her cheeks being spread and then the washcloth worked its way in between. An even softer one soon replaced the soft cloth. On her stomach, Rebecca could not see that as two classmates held her cheeks apart, Ms. Sara had leaned over and was softly licking her. The sensation was maddening and Rebecca involuntarily lifted her hips off the table. Ms. Sara gave a final swirl and then said, “Okay girls, lets finish the front.”

       They made quick work of it, but none of the washers missed an opportunity to feel the naked girl’s breasts or pussy. When they had finished, a new group of women dried Rebecca.

       “Alright, now for the stocking,” Ms. Sara announced.

       They started at her feet and slowly worked the white, sheer material up each thigh. The silk was exotic against her flesh and did nothing to calm Rebecca’s aroused body. Once the stocking had reached the top of her thighs, the students helped Rebecca off the table so they could finish dressing her. The silk, sheer material was pulled over her hips and breasts. It ended in an elastic closure just above Rebecca’s breasts, leaving her arms and shoulders bare.  The sheer material did nothing to hide Rebecca’s body from view. In fact, the clinging material accented her delicious curves and her protruding nipples.

       “Excellent Madison,” Ms. Sara announced, “you did lovely work on this project. Now let’s make sure that it is smooth and in place before we put on the skirt.”

       The students ran their hands all over Rebecca’s body pretending to straighten the material. They took special care to smooth the area covering her nipples.

       “Oh-uh,” Victoria called out. “It looks like some of the stitching has come undone in the crotch.”

       “Oh what a shame, let me have a look,” said Ms. Sara. She used her fingers to search Rebecca’s crotch and found the opening that was supposed to be there. Everyone except Rebecca knew that it was there for a very special purpose.

       “What should we do?” Madison asked

       “Not to worry Madison, we’ll just use my sealer to close this opening. If one of you ladies will be so kind as to retrieve it from my top desk drawer.”

       “Should we have Rebecca lay back down Ms. Sara?”

       “No, I think it will be better if she remains standing.” Gwen handed Ms. Sara her “sealer” and Victoria plugged the cord into the outlet. The sealer was really a ‘magic wand.’ It was a large white wand with a rubber pad on the top.

       “Now Rebecca, I need you to spread your legs so I can get this in place.”

       “Will this hurt?” Rebecca asked

       “No, not at all, it just works on vibration. My only concern is that you tend to, uh, well, over react. Not that you should find anything stimulating about such a common device.”

       “I won’t Ms. Sara, I promise,” Rebecca said hopefully.

       “Well we’ll have to see, but the girls will hold you just in case.”

       “Okay.”

       “Ladies, it’s important that you let me know if Rebecca reacts sexually to this device.”

       “How will we know?” one of the girls asked. Victories playfully nudged the questioner with her elbow.

       “Two of you can make sure her nipples don’t get hard and I’ll need a volunteer to check the moistness of her pussy.” Several of the students clamored to be chosen. Rebecca was humiliated that there was so much attention on her state of arousal.

       “Okay since it’s your project Madison, I guess you have the most to lose if it gets soaked so you’ll do the honors.”

       Madison knelt down in front of Rebecca and then with a puzzled expression on her face asked, “But I don’t think there will be enough room for me to check and you to seal.”

       “Damn, your right Madison. Okay girls, change of plan, let’s get Rebecca back on the table but this time on her hands and knees. Everyone should have access that way.”

       Rebecca was helped back on the table. On her hands and knees with her legs pushed apart, she felt very exposed. The silk material was clingy but not supportive and her C breasts hung freely below her.

       “Madison, I’m going to seal the top most part first, that should give you access to check her for wetness. Gwen and Allison you check her nipples for hardness. The most important part of this is the wetness though. Madison if you notice it, we need to get the silk stocking off her immediately. Victoria you stay next to me to help if we need it.”

       Rebecca was not sure what to expect, but she prepped herself to ignore any feeling and concentrate on not becoming aroused. The naïve girl had no idea as to how impossible that would prove. On her left and right, Gwen and Allison each took hold of a breast. They absently stroked their way to her already hardening nipples.

       “Ahh,” Rebecca gasped when a finger unexpectedly entered her still wet vagina.

       “I’m ready Ms. Sara,” Madison called out.

       Rebecca heard a vibrating noise from behind her and assumed it was the sealer. It was a low hum and she relaxed as she realized that it at least did not sound painful. When it made contact with her upper mound, she gasped again.

       “Just relax Rebecca,” Ms. Sara called. A hand came to rest on Rebecca’s ass and it made slow circles.

       The vibration from the wand ran through Rebecca’s entire body. The girls at her breast began pulling on her nipples. Worst of all, the vibration gave her the sensation that Madison’s finger was moving in and out. Rebecca tried to think about something else but the sensations were maddening and she feared she would not be able to control her body.

       Behind Rebecca, Ms. Sara signaled Victoria to assist her in opening the silk slit further. The body suit was designed to open from clit to ass to allow easy access to a lover without the need to remove the luxurious material. Victoria slowly rolled the material open and the unsuspecting Rebecca most intimate areas were now exposed for easy access.

       “Rebecca?” Ms. Sara called. “Are you okay?”

       “Ye-es, Ms. Sara”

       “Ladies, how are her nipples?”

       Gwen whispered in Rebecca’s ear, “We won’t tell her how hard they are, don’t want you to be embarrassed.”

       “Thank you,” Rebecca moaned as Gwen softly squeezed her breast.

       “Their okay,” Gwen lied as she winked at Ms. Sara.

       Ms Sara positioned the magic wand directly over Rebecca’s clit and as she gently applied pressure, she turned the speed up a notch. Rebecca flinched away but Ms. Sara kept the machine firmly attached to the struggling girl. Madison slowly fucked the girl’s pussy with her first one finger, and then she added a second. Victoria could not resist the sight of the firm globes of Rebecca’s ass any longer. She rimmed the girl in slow swirls.

       Ms Sara increased the speed again. This time Rebecca’s body reacted by pushing harder against the vibrator. Madison increased the speed of her fucking and everyone heard Rebecca moan.

       “Rebecca,” Ms. Sara said in a firm tone, “are you getting excited?”

       “Nu – nu – noo, M-ms S-Sara.”

       Rebecca hips started to rock in rhythm with the Madison’s thrusts. Ms. Sara now rubbed the wand in circles over Rebecca’s hard clit.

       “Ms. Sara, bad news, Rebecca’s getting wet.”

       “Quick girls get the stocking off of her,” Ms. Sara yelled.

       Gwen and Allison stopped their manipulations of Rebecca’s breasts long enough to pull the stocking down to her waist. Ms. Sara moved the wand and Madison withdrew her fingers as Victoria stripped the stocking down to Rebecca’s knees. Rebecca was too close to orgasm to do little more than remain where she was, panting for breath. Gwen and Allison saw it as an opportunity and each bent underneath her and took her breasts in their mouths.

       “Ahh, please no, I c-c-can’t s-s-stop myself,” Rebecca breathlessly pleaded. The girls at her breast increased their furious sucking of her nipples.

       Ms. Sara handed the wand to Cindy and leaned over to Rebecca’s ear.

       “Oh Rebecca, I am so disappointed in you. Getting excited over a common appliance, it’s just wrong.”

       “I-I’m so-o-ory Ms. Sara.”

       “Well I will have to report this to Ms. Pendleton.”

       “Please don’t.”

       “I have no choice, but I think it will go a long way to easing your punishment if we turn this into a leaning lesson for the other girls.”

       “O-okay. Ho-ow?” The manipulation of her breasts was keeping Rebecca on the edge of orgasm.

       “Ladies, I want each of you to see how excited Rebecca is over this appliance. Cindy if you will place the sealer on her clit and the rest of you can take turns inspecting Rebecca’s reaction. Come on don’t be shy.”

       Cindy returned the vibrator to Rebecca’s clit and found the speed control. She dialed it up another notch and Rebecca’s body started to quiver at the feeling. One by one, the other students took turns fucking Rebecca’s soaked pussy. Some used long slow strokes while other used quick thrusts. The unspoken goal was to see which girl would be the one to make her cum.

       “I know, let’s do it in teams,” Victoria whispered. “One here and one here,” she said pointing to Rebecca’s cunt and ass. The girls paired up and Victoria whispered, “ten seconds each.”

       “What do the winners get?” Madison asked.

       “To taste her,” Ms Sara whispered with a smile.

       The first team was Madison and Victoria. Victoria inserted two fingers into Rebecca’s pussy, while Madison lubed up one and thrust it into Rebecca’s anus. Rebecca arched her back and moaned. For a moment, everyone thought she would cum immediately, but the naked blond was struggling to resist her orgasm. After ten seconds, the girls switched and the next two took over, fucking both Rebecca’s holes. To their amazement after two rotations Rebecca, obviously distressed still had not cum.

       “Hey,” Cindy said, still working the magic wand. “Angela didn’t have a turn.”

       The girls turned and looked at Angela who was standing off to the side watching. She was a very heavy girl with a pretty face and long, black straight hair. Even though she was large and fully six feet tall, people tended to not notice her.

       “Angela,” Victoria said, “Come take you turn please.” Victoria knew the girl had a crush on her and would do what ever she said. Angela lumbered over to Rebecca and placed a hand on the girl’s ass. She slid a large finger into Rebecca’s anus, but instead of thrusting it, she twisted it back and forth. With her other hand she inserted her big thumb into Rebecca’s pussy. Again, she did not thrust. She used the pad of her thumb to put pressure on Rebecca’s g-spot. Then she made light circle motions.

       Rebecca began grunting and it was clear that she was not going to be able to hold up to this assault. Somebody whispered ‘five’ and Angela began rapidly fucking Rebecca’s asshole with her finger. It only took three thrusts and Rebecca screamed in orgasm, her body shaking violently as Angela continued her expressionless assault.

       Victoria, amazed at what she had just witnessed was soaked as she considered how she would get Angela to repeat the performance on her. “Wow,” she said, “you win. Go ahead and eat her Angela.”

       Like a robot, the large girl removed her fingers from Rebecca as Cindy pulled away the wand. Angela, placed her hands on Rebecca’s ass and then put her mouth on the girl’s naked pussy. She began devouring Rebecca’s sex as if it were her last meal. The students watched in awe as Rebecca had two more, explosive orgasms.

       Gwen and Allison left Rebecca’s breast and approached Victoria. They stripped her of her black dress and found her naked underneath. Her breasts were slightly smaller than Rebecca’s, but had large areolas and small nipples. Gwen took one in her hand and one in her mouth while Allison knelt in front and began to eat Victoria’s shaved pussy. Ms Sara had already stripped Madison and was working on her, while another student ate Ms. Sara. Other students also took off their clothes and were busy pleasuring each other.  Since no one had indicated to Angela that she should stop she continued to lap at Rebecca’s cunt and ass, driving the defenseless girl to orgasm after orgasm.

       Finally, after thirty minutes, Ms. Sara stopped the girls and everyone got dressed. They pulled Angela from Rebecca who, overloaded by pleasure had passed out, her body still twitching with over excitement. They washed her off and then dressed her again in the body stocking. This time they added the blue, plaid mini-skirt. It barely covered her pussy. They put on her shoes and then Ms. Sara woke her up.

       “Rebecca, wake up.”

       Groggy, the young blond was uncertain where she was.

       “Rebecca, come on, class is almost over, and you need to go see Ms. Pendleton for your punishment.”
       “Punishment?” Rebecca asked sleepy but alarmed.

       “Yes, remember you’re little outburst over the sealer. You asked for help from Margo and this is after all, part of the process. Now get on up and head to her office.”
       Rebecca struggled off the table and was surprised to find herself dressed. Ms. Sara helped her to the door. “It’s right down the hall there,” Ms. Sara said pointing. “Now hurry along and we’ll see you next week in class.”

       “Thank you Ms. Sara.” Rebecca said as she headed for Ms. Pendleton’s office.

* * *

       Rebecca was beyond nervous, sitting in a chair facing Ms. Pendleton. One of the few movies Rebecca had seen was the Wizard of Oz and Ms. Pendleton reminded her of the schoolteacher from the opening scene. The stern look made sterner by the sharp chin and the way Ms. Pendleton wore her hair in a tight bun. The little mini skirt did nothing to hide Rebecca’s body and she was keenly aware of how exposed her breasts were under the sheer material of her silk body stocking. Hanging on the coat stand behind Ms. Pendleton was Rebecca’s pink dress and although it was almost as revealing, see longed to have even that much modest coverage under the penetrating stare of this educator.

       “Well missy, it doesn’t look like you’re off to a very good start.”

       “I’m sorry, Ms. Pendleton, I –“

       “Do not interrupt me with your sorry excuses, young lady. The fact is you almost ruined your new dress and according to Ms. Sara you had some perverted reaction to one of her fashion class tools.”

       Rebecca bowed her head in shame. There was nothing she could say in her own defense.

       “Now, I understand you have at least asked for some help, is that correct?”
       “Yes ma’am.”

       “Very well then I shall administer it.” Ms. Pendleton picked up the phone and tapped the intercom button. “Agnes, will you come to my office please. What? Who? Oh, yes of course, just bring her in with you.” Ms Pendleton returned the phone to its receiver as the office door opened. Agnes, the old secretary, walked in followed by a beautiful middle-aged woman with thick brown hair. She wore a flowered sundress, sandals and had a pair of large sunglasses pushed up on her head. Rebecca hoped that when she reached thirty-five her body had the same well placed curves.

       “Ms. Jones, what a pleasure to see you.” Ms. Pendleton smiled for the first time.

       “Oh you too, honey, am I interrupting?”

       “Were just in the middle of a little school discipline, but it can wait. What brings you to Sappho?”

       “Well as you know I am hosting the Mexican Soccer Mom Club.”
       “Yes, how is that going? Has their English improved?”

       “Not really, but it is exhausting, they have insatiable appetites if you know what I mean.”        

       “Yes, I have heard but you seemed like the best to keep up with them.”

       “Umm, I thought, but it’s all of them at once, can’t catch your breath.”

       “So, how can I help?”

       “Well, I was thinking that maybe you have a young, energetic student who could help me out tomorrow.”

       “I might. What did you have in mind.”
       “Well, they want to go to that little private beach. And I just don’t feel able to go it alone in such a secluded place.”

       Ms. Pendleton turned her gaze to Rebecca. Rebecca wasn’t really following the conversation, but she was surprised that Ms. Pendleton remembered she was in the room.”

       “I could go,” piped in Agnes.

       “Why thank you for the offer, Agnes,” Ms. Jones said, “but these ladies for some reason are doers more than receivers so their interest runs a little, lets say, younger.”

       “No need to be rude Monica.”

       “I’m sorry Agnes, I’m just in a bit of a spot here, and a girl can only take so much.”

       “I tell you what,” Ms. Pendleton interjected. “Take Rebecca with you.”

       “Really,” Monica Jones was surprised by the offer. The young blond was stunning. She hesitated, “are you sure? It gets pretty aggressive.”

       “Oh, yes, Rebecca would be happy to help, wouldn’t you Rebecca?”

       “Yes, Ms. Pendleton.”

       “It’s decided then, you can pick her up at Nora’s house in the morning.”

       “Perfect,” Monica said enthusiastically. She could not wait to watch the Mexican Moms take the young innocent looking girl. “Well I’ll take off now, and thank you so much.”

       “Think nothing of it dear, I’m sure you can make up for it in some way.” Monica nodded and left.

       “Now, where were we? Oh yes, Agnes, if you’ll please close the door.”
       Agnes shut the office door and approached Rebecca.

       “Now young lady, before you go home there is a matter of your punishment. And before I forget, Ms. Sara needs her student’s project back.”

       “Okay,” said Rebecca standing. “I’ll go change back into my dress.”

       Ms. Pendleton laughed, “Honey, I doubt we can trust you to do that on your own. Take off your clothes right here.”

       Rebecca had been seen naked by most of the school, but the thought of undressing in front of these two women made her nervous.

       “Please, Ms. Pendleton, let me do it in private.” Rebecca pleaded.

       “Agnes, please help our little girl out of her clothes.”

       “Yes ma’am,” Agnes said, a big smile spreading across her face. Rebecca meant to protest but the little old woman quickly undid the miniskirt and it fell to the floor. The woman’s old, wrinkled hands grabbed the back of the stocking and in one quick motion, she pulled it down to Rebecca’s knees. Agnes used her foot to catch the material and she pushed it the rest of the way to the floor. Rebecca immediately tried to cover her sex with her hands, but Ms. Pendleton came around from her desk and grabbed her by the wrist.

       “Please” was all Rebecca could say, but Ms. Pendleton ignored her, sat down on the chair, and in one quick motion pulled Rebecca across her lap.  Rebecca was red with humiliation. Lying naked on Ms. Pendleton’s lap, she feared what would happen next.

       “Now,” the woman said, “I find that a little spanking helps young ladies remember to take care of their things.” As she finished the last sentence, her hand came down on Rebecca’s ass. It startled the girl more than it hurt, but the second slap proved to sting a little more. Ms. Pendleton continued to administer the spanking increasing the force with each slap. Soon tears were running down Rebecca’s face and she watched as they formed a puddle on the floor. Ms. Pendleton stopped on the tenth slap. She and Agnes admired the red glow of Rebecca’s firm, round ass.

       “I understand you also have a little problem controlling your excitement.”

       Rebecca didn’t answer, so Ms. Pendleton slapped her again.

       “Yes, yes, I do, I’m sorry.”

       “Are you wet now?”

       “No”

       “I don’t believe you, spread your legs.” Rebecca obediently parted her thighs. “Let’s have a look.” Ms. Pendleton ran a skinny finger down the crack of Rebecca’s ass, she explored deeper until she came to the velvety folds of the girl’s sex. Wanting to make Rebecca wet she passed the girl’s vagina and continued on to her clit. She rubbed it with her finger and then dragged her fingernail across it.

       “This seems a little hard,” she said. Rebecca’s body had been so accustomed to being manipulated that she instantly became aroused. Ms. Pendleton played with the hardening nub for a few more seconds and then returned to Rebecca’s vagina. She delved between the folds of Rebecca’s lips and found the hot, wet hole. She drove her finger in and watched as Rebecca arched her back.

       “You are wet. Even a spanking turns you on.”

       “Ah, ahhh” was all Rebecca could manage as the older woman finger fucked her.

       “Ple-ease stop, pleeease,” Rebecca begged.

       “Are you going to cum on me?” the woman demanded.

       “Ah, ah, ah”

       “Are you? Tell the truth.”
       “Ye-es yes, pl-please stop.”

       Ms. Pendleton stopped the thrusting but she left her finger in the girl. Rebecca was on the verge of orgasm so she didn’t dare move.

       “Agnes, take that lotion from my desk and apply it to Rebecca’s bottom to sooth the burn.”

       Agnes already had the bottle and quickly squeezed a large amount into the palm of her hand. The cold lotion made Rebecca jump but she settled down again as Agnes spread the cool substance on her ass cheeks. The old hands expertly worked her buns in a sensuous massage. Soon one old skinny finger made its way between the cheeks. Rebecca gasped when it impaled her anus. Now both women had fingers inside of the helpless girl.

       “Why is Agnes’s finger in your ass making you wet?” Ms. Pendleton demanded. Agnes continued to ram her finger in and out of Rebecca’s ass.

       “I-I don’t know,” Rebecca whispered.

       “Are your nipples hard too?” Agnes inquired. She used her free hand to reach under Rebecca. When she found an erect nipple, she pulled and twisted it. Rebecca cried out, but quickly quieted down when Ms. Pendleton thrust her own finger in and out.

       “Oh Rebecca, this just won’t do. I mean look at you,” she said as her free hand found Rebecca’s hard clit. “You’re absolutely soaking wet.” Agnes continued the assault on Rebecca’s nipple while she finger fucked the girl’s ass. Ms. Pendleton increased her own fingering of Rebecca’s naked pussy while she pulled and stroked the girl’s engorged clit.

       “Rebecca, the way your hips are moving I am positive you are going to cum right here in front of us. What do you think Agnes?”

       “Oh yes, ma’am I agree.”

       The attack on her body was too much. An orgasm exploded through her and she bucked on the woman’s lap. The two experienced women continued their assault and quickly brought her to a second more powerful orgasm.

       “Come on Agnes, help me get her up on the desk.”  Rebecca with some help was able to stand. She kept repeating that she was sorry as the two women laid her across the desk, her knees were left up, and they again parted her legs.

       “What are you going to do?” Rebecca asked, now that her orgasms had passed she was humiliated at cuming .

       “Agnes used to be a nurse; she has a probe that may be able to help you.”

       “Oh, okay.” Rebecca was too defeated to argue, she closed her eyes and waited for her exam.

       “I better use the small one on this girl, she looks pretty tight.” Agnes said.

       “I would suggest probing both holes.” Agnes smiled and went to the file cabinet. She removed two small dildos and returned to the outstretched beauty.  Ms. Pendleton walked around the desk, leaned over and whispered in Rebecca’s ear.

       “Just try to relax and control yourself.” Rebecca nodded her head but shut her eyes. She let out a small gasp when Agnes slowly inserted one of the dildos into her ass. The second dildo was slightly larger and Agnes pushed gently into the girl’s cunt. Rebecca knew this was for her benefit, but the fullness made her stomach quiver and she was uncertain that this would help her.

       “How’s she doing Agnes?” Ms. Pendleton asked as she leaned forward sliding her hands downs Rebecca’s body.

       “Will see,” Agnes responded. She slowly pulled the dildo from Rebecca’s pussy and then as she re-inserted it she removed the one from Rebecca’s ass. In a few strokes, the old woman found her rhythm. She would thrust one in while removing the other and then switch. As she picked up the speed, she began to piston the dildo’s in and out of Rebecca. Ms. Pendleton moved into perfect position to massage Rebecca’s breasts. As Agnes picked up the pace, Ms Pendleton took the opportunity to suckle Rebecca’s left nipple. She could tell by Rebecca’s breathing that the girl was well on her way to another orgasm.

       Once Agnes had the girl panting from the dildos she leaned forward and began to lick Rebecca’s clit. First, she went slowly and softly, but as Rebecca’s hips moved up to meet each thrust, Agnes began to lick in earnest. In minutes, they had Rebecca out of her mind with pleasure. Realizing what was happening she began to beg them to stop.

       “Please, Agnes, don’t, I can-can’t control myself.”

       Agnes lifted her head, “You’ve got to try harder dear.” Then she returned her administration of Rebecca’s clit. She loved the taste of the girl, so young and fresh.

       “Maybe it will help if I try distracting you a bit.” Ms. Pendleton said. She took Rebecca’s nipple between her teeth, nipped, and suck at it. Obviously, she wanted the opposite affect and she was not disappointed. Rebecca began to orgasm uncontrollably. The dildos were a new experience and they brought her off quickly.

       After the third orgasm, Agnes and Ms. Pendleton switch positions. Ms. Pendleton removed the dildos and while Agnes sucked Rebecca’s tits, Ms. Pendleton licked the girl furiously from asshole to clit. Rebecca came even harder the fourth time, her body covered in perspiration, quivered in pleasure and exhaustion. 

       The women satisfied with the response stopped. Rebecca passed out and laid still on the desk.

       “What should we do with her now?” Agnes asked.

       “Let her sleep for about half an hour then we’ll get her dressed and send her home.”
       “Maybe we should send her through the gym,” Agnes snickered. “The basketball team is practicing today.”

       “Oh I think she’s had enough, besides tomorrow’s trip to the beach is going to be rough so she’ll need her energy.”

       “They could give her a shower before she dresses,” Agnes would not give up. “I really would love to watch those sexy black girls work her over.”

       “I tell you what Agnes, why don’t you talk to Victoria and set something up for Rebecca’s next day at school.”

       “Lovely,” the old woman smiled and rubbed her hands together. “I’ll do just that.”

Chapter 8

A Day at the Beach

By Xspy4u

The following is a work of fiction and is intended for mature audiences.

       Rebecca’s skin still glistened with water droplets left over from her morning shower.  Her Aunt Nora allowed her only a small white towel for bathing. It served to dry her, but was not big enough to provide even a small measure of cover. She could cover her ass, or she could cover her breasts or she could cover her pussy, but not all three at once.

       Standing in the hall outside her locked bedroom door, Rebecca held the towel to her breasts, subconsciously telegraphing that they were her most sensitive feature, both physically and mentally. The naïve blond goddess absently shook her wet hair away from her face and contemplated the locked door. Surprised that it was locked, unaware until that moment that it could be locked, her blue eyes blind to the note pinned to the door. She tried the knob a second time, hopeful that it was just sticky, but still it held firm.

       Her life with Aunt Nora and the cousins had been a series of humiliating events. Their recent decision, or more so, determination to “help” her cure her overactive sexuality had only served to increase both the frequency and intensity of those events. The locked bedroom door seemed to signal the beginning of another and Rebecca sighed in resignation. Once she grasped the intent of the “mysterious locked door,” clarity of mind allowed her to notice the note. It was from her Aunt and read:

       R-

       Ms. Jones will pick you up a 10 am- do not keep her waiting. She has been kind enough to drop off a new swimsuit since you ruined the last one. Please put it and the cover up on, and nothing else. Remember to make a good impression and do what you are told. – Aunt Nora.

       At the foot of the door were the items mentioned in the note. The bathing suit looked like little more than a pink string. Rebecca bent over, conscious of how exposed she was standing naked in the hallway. The realization, although frightening, elicited a warm response between her legs and Rebecca felt her nipples harden. In her mind, she imagined Ms. Jones coming up the stairs and finding her in this state of undress. Rebecca pushed the thought away and focused on the bathing suit.

       Her first impression had been a “string” and holding it in front of her that impression turned out to be more true than false. She had no idea how it worked. It was a series of strings and no part looked larger than another did, so she could not decide which the top was and which the bottom was.  The cover up offered no clues. It was a sheer white material, see through, and soft like silk. She was certain it would fit, but it was like a small coat with no buttons. The length of it would only reach her waist.

       Turning the bathing suit around in an attempt to discover literally, which end was up, the blast of a car’s horn startled Rebecca.  Certain it was Ms. Jones, Rebecca remembered her Aunt’s warning, “Do not keep her waiting.” Uncertain, but determined to not disappoint, or be caught naked in the hallway, Rebecca dropped her towel and took a guess at the suit designer’s intention. Her first attempt was wrong, but it gave her a clear understanding of how to wear the bathing suit. She reversed the material and stepped in to the small web of hot pink strings. The bottom consisted of a small V that ran between her butt cheeks, where it became slightly wider, about a quarter of an inch, as it covers her nether lips. At her pubic bone, the string divided into two strings and each veered off towards a breast as it crossed her belly. For the first time Rebecca was grateful for her small areoles as the material barely covered her nipples. The strings came together as one behind her neck and continued down to her ass once more.

       The suit fit snuggly, but the string rubbed against her ass and pussy and the warm feeling returned. The horn blasted again. Rebecca retrieved the sheer cover up and slid into the silky material. She looked down at herself and blushed. How could she go out in public in such a thing? She was practically nude. A third blast of the horn left her no time to consider her options. She moved quickly to the stairs and jogged down them as fast as the suit would allow. Her breast, firm, but unrestrained bounced freely and she had to hold the suit in place over her nipples. When she reached the front door, she got a look at herself in the big mirror in the hallway. From the side her lower half looked naked. She turned and observed how her breasts showed on either side of the thin material. Her pussy lips, were clearly outlined by the tight material and the cover up did more to accent her curves than conceal them. Taking a deep breath, she opened the front door and stepped outside.

       Parked in the driveway was a silver Lincoln Towncar. The hot asphalt reminded her that she had forgotten her shoes. Rebecca looked back at the house and contemplated returning for her sandals, but then the sound of Ms. Jones’s voice ended that option.

       “Come on slow poke, we don’t want to be here all day.”

       As Rebecca approached the big car, she saw an older woman starring at her from the passenger seat. The woman had a dark chubby face and a big flat nose with thick short black hair. Beyond this smiling stranger, Rebecca saw Ms. Jones in the driver’s seat.  She too was smiling but she looked flustered, her brown luxurious hair slightly askew.

       The back door of the Lincoln swung open and a striking woman in her mid thirties stepped out. Her hair, cropped short, was thicker than it was long. The blond highlights tangled with the dark roots and made Rebecca think of a calico cat. The effect went well with her dark oval eyes, lithe body, and long thin legs. The woman wore deep red lipstick and her thin smile looked cruel. If she was a cat, Rebecca thought, she would be the kind that would scratch you for no apparent reason. Rebecca’s eyes were drawn to the woman’s nipples. Under a slick, black one-piece suit Rebecca could see the large nipples that topped otherwise small breast.

       The woman stepped aside and allowed Rebecca to slide across the leather seat before she got in and closed the door. Next to Rebecca was another woman; Younger than the other two, and seemingly less frightening. The woman looked no more than twenty-five. She had a pretty, open face and warm green eyes. Her olive toned face surrounded by a forest of long, dark curls. She wore a white bikini top over her medium sized breasts and a short white skirt like a tennis player. Her legs and hips were thick, but shapely although Rebecca imagined that when standing, the girl would appear a bit bottom heavy.

       Rebecca was uncomfortably aware that the three women were openly evaluating her own body. They smiled, but their attention was focused on her near nude form. The younger woman stroked her hair, while the one on her right absently toyed with the sheer cover up, pulling it aside to have a better look.  The older woman in the front just smiled and nodded her head, all the while speaking in a foreign tongue Rebecca assumed was Spanish.

       Hi Rebecca,” Ms Jones said from the front seat. She turned to look at Rebecca and her eyes immediately fell to Rebecca’s breast.

       “Hi Ms. Jones, thank you for inviting me,” Rebecca said shyly. The rate at which the women were chattering, Rebecca was not sure if Ms. Jones could hear her.

       “Oh think nothing of it. I am glad to have you along. Let’s start with introductions, although I’ll warn you Rebecca that our friends here don’t seem to understand much English.” The women continued their conversation in Spanish, all the while stroking Rebecca’s blond hair and running their hands across the silky material of her cover up.

       “This is Juanita,” Ms. Jones said indicating the woman in the front seat.

       “Sitting on your right is Lourdes and on your left is Marguerite.”  Rebecca nodded to each woman who nodded eagerly in return, smiling as if very pleased to meet Rebecca.

       “So do you like the suit I brought you?” Ms. Jones asked.

       “Yes Ms. Jones.”

       “Oh please Rebecca, call me Monica, I’m not Ms. Pendleton’s age.”

       “Okay Ms – um, Monica.”

       “So shall we embark on our beach trip ladies?” Monica called out as she fixed her hair in the rear view mirror. The women just looked at her and she sighed and pulled down the driveway.

       Rebecca had no idea where the beach was located, but it seemed they turned from one remote country road to the next. During the drive, Juanita had turned sideways in her seat and intently focused on Monica. Rebecca could not see what was going on because the seat back blocked her view, but whatever it was, it appeared that Monica was gently pushing Juanita’s hands away from her. Juanita just giggled as she slid closer.         Monica finally gave up and just sat driving while Juanita did something to the white shirt Monica was wearing. A few moments later Juanita pulled the blouse first off one of Monica’s shoulders and then the other. Monica had to switch hands on the wheel as the older woman insistently removed the shirt. Juanita looked back at Rebecca and laughed in a deep smoky sound. Marguerite and Lourdes said something to each other in Spanish and then laughed themselves. Lourdes spoke again, this time to Juanita. The older woman nodded and then adjusted the car’s rearview mirror. On instructions from Lourdes, she tilted the mirror until from the back seat; Monica’s breasts and crotch were in view.

       Rebecca was surprised to see that Monica was wearing the same bathing suit as she. Monica’s suit was black instead of pink. Rebecca admired Ms. Jones full breasts, which unlike hers, had large pink areoles that were exposed on each side of the thin material. Below her breasts was a flat, tan stomach. The only hints to her age were the curve of her smooth, bare hips.

       In the mirror, Rebecca watched in awe as Juanita’s chubby hand boldly cupped Monica’s breasts. The older woman gently lifted and squeezed the soft flesh and Monica softly gasped. Juanita slipped one side of the suit off Monica’s breast, exposing an erect nipple as thick as a pencil’s eraser. The old woman’s fingers gently flicked it before taking and pulling on it. A soft moan escaped Monica and her head tilted back slightly. Juanita pulled and twisted the nipple as she intently watched Monica’s face. Satisfied with the effect she slid her hand down Monica’s flat belly until it arrived at the crotch. Monica squeezed her legs together, but Juanita pinched her inner thigh hard enough to make her sharply draw in her breath. Monica relented and relaxed her thighs, but that was not enough for Juanita. She pushed the thigh to the side until Monica’s legs were spread as wide as the small space would allow. The resistance must have annoyed the Mexican woman, because she roughly and unceremoniously yanked aside the material covering Monica’s pussy. Lourdes whispered something to Marguerite and then they both giggled quietly.

       The scene in the mirror mesmerized Rebecca. The hand disappeared for a moment as Juanita brought her fingers to Monica’s mouth. Without hesitation, Monica licked three of the woman’s fingers, applying a layer of saliva. Juanita, satisfied, returned her hand to Monica’s pussy. She slid her fingers across the exposed lips and then roughly dug her way in between. Monica shudddered as the woman pushed all three fingers into her pussy. The chubby Mexican woman spoke softly to her as her fingers thrust in and out of Monica’s dripping pussy. The car slowed as Monica’s foot slipped off the gas pedal.

       “Keep pressing,” Juanita said harshly in broken English.

       Monica found the pedal and accelerated. The old woman used her free hand to hold the steering wheel, but never stopped her relentless fingering.

       Marguerite said something excitedly in Spanish and Lourdes nodded her approval. Sliding forward, Marguerite reached over the front seat with both hands. In the mirror, Rebecca could see that the young woman had pulled aside the remaining top of Monica’s suit. Her young, tan hands squeezed the woman’s breast and then she found the erect nipples, pulled, and twisted them. Sweat glistened on Monica’s beautiful soft skin.

       Marguerite turned and looked at Rebecca and said, “I like to make her cum.”

       As if on cue, Monica bucked in her seat, gasping as her orgasm approached. Juanita thrust even faster, while Marguerite pulled so hard on Monica’s nipples that she lifted the breasts.

       “Oooooh, aaaah, aaaaah, aaaaah,” Monica cried out as a powerful orgasm washed through her body. Rebecca was flushed from watching the beautiful, middle-aged woman cum. She was completely engrossed in the scene until she felt a hand on her own crotch.

       “You like,” Lourdes said softly in her ear.

       “I, umm, I…” Rebecca did not know what to say.

       “You like, yes, you all wet,” Lourdes whispered as she slid a finger under the thin material and across Rebecca’s swollen and moist lips. Rebecca jerked from the electric spark and Lourdes laughed as she removed her finger.

       “Little blanco, slut.”

       In the front seat, Monica had recovered and the Mexican women resumed their seats. She fixed her hair and returned the mirror to the correct position, but she did not make eye contact with Rebecca.

       “Almost here,” Monica called out, but her voice sounded groggy. She turned the big Lincoln onto another dirt road and drove down the wooded lane.  A few hundred yards later and the woods gave way to sandy secluded beach. A blue lake surrounded by trees sparkled in the sun.

       Ms. Jones stopped the car “Okay everyone out,” she said cheerfully. She turned and looked at Rebecca. “Ready for a little fun and sun?” she did not wait for an answer as she exited the car.

       After they had laid out a big blanket and arranged all of their things the four women sat in a circle on the blanket. Rebecca thought it was odd, as most people would have sat side by side. Instead, Juanita motioned for Rebecca to sit in the middle.

       “Come, Rebecca, sit down,” Ms. Jones said. “You seem to have lost some of your tan and the women want to be sure you don’t get a sun burn.”

       “Oh that’s okay,” Rebecca, said nervously, “I don’t burn.”

       Lourdes said something angrily in Spanish to Monica.

       “Yes, yes, she will sit don’t worry.” To Rebecca she said, “Rebecca, these women know a lot about sun damage, now don’t upset them. Please sit down.”

       Reluctantly Rebecca took a seat in the middle of the circle. She put her back to Lourdes because the woman scared her and she did not want to have to face her directly. Juanita removed two terra-cota jars from a bag and handed one to Lourdes.

       “For the sun,” Juanita said. Rebecca, not understanding looked at Monica for clarification.

       “It’s a special suntan lotion from Mexico,” Monica said. “It does wonders for the skin, trust me.”

       Behind her, Rebecca suddenly felt Lourdes’ strong hands massage the oil into her back. The lotion felt thick and oily and smelled like tropical fruit.

       “The suit,” Juanita said looking at Monica, “be ruined, yes.”

       “Oh dear, that’s right, it will.” Turning to Rebecca she said, “The lotion is great, but whatever is in it will permanently stain my new bathing suit.”

       “That’s okay, Ms. Jones, like I said, I don’t burn.” Rebecca was secretly relieved not to have these strangers rubbing her body.

       “Nonsense, we can’t insult these nice ladies wonderful gesture and the sharing of their culture. Take it off.”

       “Oh, Ms. Jones, no, I can’t do that.”

       “Now Rebecca, don’t be obtuse. There is nothing to be ashamed of, you have a great body, and there is no one around for miles.”

       “Please, I really don’t want to,” Rebecca pleaded. Suddenly her head was yanked back as Lourdes pulled sharply on her long blond hair. The Mexican woman looked down at her and said, “Off! Ahora!”

       Rebecca was so stunned by the angry outburst she did not know what to do. Juanita yelled at Lourdes and the girl released Rebecca’s hair. Juanita crawled over to the shocked blond and gently rubbed her arm while she softly spoke encouraging words in her native tongue. She then gently took Rebecca’s hand and standing helped the blond to her feet.

       “Now, off,” the woman, said pointing to Rebecca’s suit.

       Rebecca slowly slid the suit off her body as the four women leered at her. As scared and humiliated as she was, another part of her was secretly excited. She knew it was wrong, but her body was already heating up in anticipation of being touched by these strangers. When the suit was halfway off, Juanita grew impatient and pulled it the rest of the way down her body. Rebecca stepped out of it, but was too busy keeping her balance to notice Lourdes stuff the suit into her bag.

       “Now sit,” Juanita instructed.

       Rebecca did as she was told.

       The women all scooped lotion into their hands and began applying it to Rebecca’s naked body. The hands massaged the thick oil into her skin. Lourdes and Marguerite concentrated on her back, while Juanita and Monica worked it into her legs and arms. The women were experts at the slow, soft massage and there seemed a silent agreement not to progress too quickly.

       Rebecca relaxed as the fear of sexual manipulation was replaced with a warm, sleepy sensation. Her skin and muscles warmed under the expert touch and she felt herself drifting towards a soft slumber. Lourdes and Marguerite gently laid her down on the blanket. Now all four women began to work the front of Rebecca’s body. They took special care to stay away from her breasts and pussy. Each came close to these sensitive areas. Monica spread lotion on Rebecca’s inner thighs, her hands coming close but not quite touching the swollen lips. Juanita worked the sticky substance into her belly, spreading it up towards Rebecca’s breasts and as low as her pubic bone. The two younger women worked the oil around her breasts and ribs but never made contact with Rebecca’s stiffening nipples. The manipulations began to charge Rebecca. The warm, sleepy sensation became electric and she felt a need building within her.

       Rebecca knew that the women were doing nothing sexual to her. Still her body reacted and then yearned for more. Her body twitched at each touch and involuntarily moved towards the soft hands. The women would not relent, but would not satisfy either.  Rebecca should have been happy to avoid the embarrassment of open molestation, and yet a part of her desired it.

       Monica felt sorry for the young girl. She knew that the massage was driving the beauty crazy. She could see the muscle become tense, the physical yearning for release. Lourdes and Juanita wore evil smirks as they too saw the effect on the young blond. Their expertise at this game was all too familiar to Monica, as she had experienced it herself a few weeks ago.  They would drive Rebecca to the edge over and over until the poor girl literally begged for them to fuck her. Moreover, once she did, they owned her, much as they now owned Monica. It would be permission to do whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted. What they wanted was more than most women could take. Still she too was enjoying the teasing and she was happy not to be the target of these three insatiable vixens.

       Juanita motioned her to switch places, a cue that the real torture was about to begin. Monica did so without hesitation. Juanita, now between Rebecca’s spread legs, resumed the thigh massage. She nodded to the three women and then gently passed a finger across Rebecca’s anus. The spread eagle girl jumped at the touch, her eyes closed tight, unaware of the four women smiling at her response. Juanita returned to the inner thighs allowing the sensation to build in the beautiful blond.

       Lourdes and Marguerite spread the oil across Rebecca’s firm breast, but they avoided contact with the erect nipples. Softly they kneaded the flesh, milking them from base to tip, but always stopping short of the nipples. Monica followed suit as she worked the oil into the girl’s skin, she slid her had gently across Rebecca’s pubic mound and allowed one finger to gently trace the moist lips. Rebecca’s hips thrust slightly upward, but Monica broke off contact.

       Juanita continued her occasional assault on the girls pink anus; At times barely making contact. Rebecca’s body glistened from the oil and the sweat of her growing need. She softly moaned at the touches. Her desire and frustration building in a way she had not experienced since her adolescence.

       Again, Juanita made eye contact with the women. She nodded again and Lourdes and Marguerite gently outlined Rebecca’s stiff nipples. They each took a nipple between their fingers and gently stroked them. The sensation was maddening and Rebecca yearned for them to squeeze and pull, but they did not. Monica teased her lips, softly outlining them but leaving the growing clit alone. Juanita saw the girl’s love button sticking out. She leaned forward and gently blew on it. A shudder ran through Rebecca’s body and again her hips thrust slightly upward. Rebecca, ashamed at her intense need, nonetheless waited for release.

       “Okay, all done, finito” said Juanita

       The women stopped their massage and sat up.  They resumed their positions on the blanket and began to talk to each other. Rebecca was stunned. She could not believe that they were going to leave her so excited. Her life had become such a series of orgasms she had come to expect them. Sitting up, dazed she looked around realizing that the women were not even paying attention to her. Lourdes had repositioned herself behind Monica and was applying lotion to the woman’s back. Juanita and Marguerite chatted happily and pointed at the lake. Rebecca felt disappointed, almost cheated by this turn of events.

       Juanita turned to her and smiled. “Let go swim, yes?” she asked.

       Before she could answer, Marguerite grabbed her by the hand and pulled her up.

       “Yes, yes, you like swim, be fun.”

       Rebecca let the girl drag her along to the edge of the lake. The water was a little cold so she hesitated. Lourdes had come up behind her and roughly pushed her deeper into the water.  Before long, Lourdes and Marguerite had pulled her out to neck deep, each holding onto one of her arms.

       Rebecca turned her head back towards the beach to see if Monica and Juanita were joining them. On the blanket, Monica was now naked and Juanita was working suntan lotion into the woman’s soft breasts.

       A hand suddenly slid between her legs. Rebecca turned her attention back to her two swim partners.

       “You horny,” Lourdes said with a sinister smile

       “No-o” said Rebecca.

       Marguerite cupped one of her breasts and gently squeezed, while Lourdes slowly stroked her exposed clit.

       “You want us to make you cum?” Marguerite asked.

       “No, don’t, please.”

       “Okay.” Both girls returned their hands to less sensitive areas. Rebecca again was alarmed by her disappointment. The women continued to stroke her body under the water, but they did not touch her nipples or pussy. The talked constantly, but never let Rebecca go. At one point, Lourdes reached Rebecca’s ass and quickly drove her finger into the girl’s anus.

       “Uh –uh” Rebecca gasped.

       “You sure you no want us to make you cum.”

       “P-p-please” Rebecca begged.

       “Please yes or please no?” Lourdes asked. She twisted her finger around and then gave another thrust.

       Rebecca was speechless, she wanted to cum, but could not bare the thought of asking.

       “Okay,” Lourdes said, “we stop.”

       The women laughed and then swam away towards the shore, leaving Rebecca in the water, shaking with her desire. When she caught her breath, she slowly turned and made her way back to the beach.

       On the beach, the combination of the warm breeze on her cooled body made her need to pee. 

       “Ms, I mean Monica, is there a restroom around here?”

       “Sure honey,” she said reaching into a bag. She pulled out a roll of toilet paper and threw it to Rebecca. “Anywhere in the woods you want.”

       Rebecca, a country girl, was no stranger to “going” outside so she went off to find a private spot. She found a good place a short distance from the group. The sand dropped off to a low point that was separated from the beach by bushes on one side and the deep forest on the other. It offered privacy without the need to trudge off into the wood. Rebecca squatted with her back to the beach and relieved herself. Her mind and body still burned with the pent up need for release. She had not touched herself, “there” since years ago at her Grandma’s house. However, squatting naked on the sand, the warm breeze tickling her heated body, her skin soft and smooth from the lotion, she found she could not resist. Her hand found her pussy and she slowly masturbated. Her other hand cupped her breast and squeezed her still erect nipple. As she moistened, she increased the speed of her self-manipulation. She felt the orgasm approaching and her body began to shake.

       “Rebecca,” Monica yelled from right behind her. “What on earth are you doing?”

       Rebecca jumped up, her hand still holding her breast, and saw the four women glaring at her.

       “I was – I just, um.”

       “That is disgusting,” Monica spat. “What in wrong with you, fingering yourself on a public beach, you should be ashamed.”

       “I’m sorry Ms. Jones, really I wasn’t’.”

       Juanita said something to Monica, which Rebecca could not understand.

       “Absolutely, I think that would be perfectly appropriate. Come out of there right now, young lady.”

       Rebecca, head down in shame, made her way out of the small hole. Monica grabbed her roughly by the arm and they all started back towards the blanket. A naked Rebecca, blushed with embarrassment, was led back to their spot on the beach.  The voices she heard, she assumed were those of the soccer mom’s. When she looked up, she realized that there were three more blankets laid down around theirs. In the Lake, six young girls were laughing and splashing one another. They were all dark haired and dark skinned. They saw the women approaching and waved. Seeing the nude blond, they left the water and approached.

       “Rebecca, I cannot believe you; What if those young ladies had seen you playing with yourself?”
       “I’m s-sorry Ms. Jones.” Rebecca pleaded.

       “These young ladies and their chaperones came here to play soccer, not see your sex show.” As the girls approached Rebecca saw that they were all Mexican and beautiful. Their athletic bodies accented by the skimpy bikinis they wore. One of them looked like a younger version of Marguerite.

       “What’s going on?” the girl in front asked in perfect English. Lourdes said something in Spanish and all the girls laughed.

       “Are you some kind of sex fiend?” the girl asked Rebecca.

       “N-no” Rebecca whispered.

       “Well why the hell are you naked?”

       “I-I was, I…” Rebecca did not know what to say, no one had insisted she stay naked after her swim.

       Juanita again whispered to Monica. Monica nodded in agreement.

       “Great idea,” the young girl said. “Can we watch?”

       “Yes, Marisol” said Marguerite.

       Rebecca was not sure what they had in mind, but fear crept along her belly.  Monica led her towards the blanket.

       “Wait. I have idea,” Lourdes said.  She pulled over a large ice cooler and then rolled up a blanket and placed it on top. “Make her lay here,” she said pointing to the cooler.

       Monica and Juanita helped her lie across the cooler and blanket. She was arched over it resting on her stomach. Her hands could just reach the ground on one side, her feet on the other. In this position, her breast hung freely and her ass was in the air.

       “Rebecca, for playing with yourself in public we are going to punish you with a public spanking.”

       “Please don’t, Ms. Jones. Not in front of everyone.”

       “I’m sorry, but your offense was public so, so must be your punishment.”

       “Okay, who would like to go first?” Monica asked the group. Everyone clamored to be first and it was decided that Lourdes would go.

       

       Lourdes did not restrain her cruelty. The first spank was hard and a handprint formed on Rebecca’s upraised ass. The second had as much ferocity as the first and Rebecca screamed in pain. Instinct drove her up off the cooler, but the young girls grabbed her arms and legs and forced her back into position. Lourdes continued the assault and Rebecca’s bum glowed pink. Monica knew from experience that Lourdes was a sexual sadist and she secretly wished she could interject and stop the attack.

       Juanita did not like the direction the game had taken either. She spoke sharply to Lourdes who stopped in mid stroke to argue. Juanita shook her head and Lourdes dropped her hand and stepped aside. Junaita knew the plan was ruined, to continue spanking the innocent young girl would be cruel and not help them with their ultimate goal. Marguerite took out the container of suntan lotion and gently rubbed it on Rebecca’s sore bottom.

       The pain from the spanking hurt, but Rebecca was shocked to realize that it also excited her. One of the girls holding her arm noticed Rebecca’s erect nipples and gently began to tweak and pull at it. Rebecca tried unsuccessfully to stifle the soft moan that escaped her. Marisol, heard it and it gave her an idea.

       “Well since we obviously cannot spank her anymore, I think we need a different punishment.”

       “I agree,” said Monica and everyone shook their heads in agreement.

       “Pero que?” asked Juanita

       Marisol turned to one of her teammates. “Anna, what do you think?”

       “Definitely Ecstasy Denial”

       “That doesn’t sound like much of a punishment,” Monica said

       “Oh, trust us, it is,” responded Marisol with a grin. “Anna, you and the girls get the stuff out of the car and we will meet you over there under those trees,” she said pointing towards the woods.

       The girls took off for the car. Marisol leaned down next to the still quiet Rebecca.

       “While the girls get everything ready, I’ll explain the game to you my beautiful little slut.” She absently fondled Rebecca’s breast. “We will see if you are really a sex fiend. In this game, everyone will touch you, but you will not cum… unless you beg for it. It should not be any big deal if you are not a whore who jerks off in the woods. However, if you do beg for release, then we do not stop until you have had fifteen orgasms. In addition, we will do anything we want to make you have them. Understood?”

       Rebecca just nodded her head. It did not sound too bad. Provided she did not ask for an orgasm, she would be okay. She would not think about what would happen if she begged for release, as she did not like the sound of “anything we want” and the thought of fifteen orgasms both scared and excited her.

       From the woods, one of the girls yelled that they were ready. Marisol and Marguerite helped Rebecca up. Monica loved the idea of this game and wished she could volunteer for the punishment herself. Juanita, sensing the desire, looked at her and said, “When we get to casa, it be your turn.” Lourdes, angry over everyone’s reaction to the spanking had sulked ahead to join the other girls.

       Rebecca did not know what to make of the contraption that hung from a tree branch. It looked like a nest of black straps and she could not understand how it was a part of the punishment. Marisol and Anna led her over to the device and helped her into it. The straps held her off the ground by her spread thighs. The position was comfortable, but it left her completely exposed with legs and butt spread open. Suspended off the ground as she was, the straps did not allow her to close her legs. The girls took her wrists and secured each to one of the straps so that her arms stretched above her head. This left her breasts exposed as well.

       “Okay ladies, now that she is trussed lets begin,” Marisol said as she distributed large bottles of thick gold oil.  “Remember, no cumming unless she begs for it.”

       A tall slim girl with large breasts spoke up, “But we can do anything we want to tease her right?”

       “Yes, the more the merrier.” Marisol laughed.

       “Who’s the time keeper?” Anna asked.

       “Oh that’s right we need a timekeeper,” Marisol said. “Let’s use the other American slut,” she said indicating Monica. “Strip her and fuck her ass and pussy with the dildos. If she cums fifteen times before this other one begs for release then the game is over and Rebecca wins.”

       “Me, no not me,” Monica cried stepping back from three approaching women. Lourdes grabbed her and Juanita and another girl stripped her suit off. They roughly pushed her to the ground and then covered her with oil. Juanita went to work on Monica’s ass, thrusting first one finger then a second and third into her. Lourdes played with Monica’s now oily breasts while the young girl who had joined them worked her clit. Monica gave up the fight and moaned. The women grabbed two large dildos and inserted one in her pussy and the second up her ass. In tandem, they slowly drove the dildos in and out of Monica. It only took a few thrust for her to reach her first body shaking orgasm. The group cheered and even Rebecca was mesmerized watching the shapely woman shudder in ecstasy.

       “Hey,” Marisol called. “Don’t bring her off too quickly; we need time for the little kitten here.”

       The assault on Monica slowed as they worked to prolong the time between orgasms.

       “Okay girls, let’s work on this one.” Marisol said in her soft accent.

       The girls poured oil all over Rebecca. They slowly worked it into her skin. There were so many hands rubbing her, she quickly grew wet. Fingers pulled and twisted her nipples, and hands milked her breasts. She felt fingers sliding into her anus and someone softly rubbed her enlarging clit. Another set of fingers entered her pussy and gently applied pressure to her G-spot. Her thighs, back, buttocks, and belly were all caressed. The sensation was overwhelming and her breath grew short. She would get close to Cumming, it would build in her to almost the boiling point, then the girls would slow their manipulations, and again it would fade to a warm distant feeling. Repeatedly they brought her near the brink, but always stopped. Marguerite squatted between Rebecca’s spread thighs. She brought her tongue to Rebecca’s pussy and gently licked the girl’s clitoris. It was a slow; almost whisper of a feeling and Rebecca began to shake as her body screamed for release. Her nipples were rock hard, they felt like they would explode, but still release was denied.

       On the ground in front of Rebecca, Monica’s assault continued. The women had found the perfect rhythm. They did not deny Monica orgasms, but the determined administration built each orgasm to a more powerful explosion than the previous. Monica was approaching her sixth, exhausted but unable to prevent the rolling shudder that approached. This time as she started to cum, the girl working her pussy, drove the dildo all the way in and furiously attacked Monica’s engorged clit, nipping and sucking it as Monica thrashed beneath her. Monica nearly screamed, as the orgasm seemed to stretch on forever. The moment it ended the women, again, began to drive her towards the next.

       Rebecca knew that she had failed. Her body was on fire. She desperately needed release. She did not know how far along Monica was, but it no longer mattered. She needed to cum or she thought she might die. As Marguerite continued to destroy Rebecca’s will with the soft strokes of her tongue, Rebecca finally broke.

       “Please,” she whimpered

       “Please what?” Marisol asked.

       “Please s-s-stop, I-I c-c-can’t t-take anymore.”

       “Sorry kitten, but Monica is only on orgasm number eight, I’m afraid you have a ways to go.”

       “I-I- ooooh, p-please.” The tongue effect was working well.

       “Do you want to cum?” a girl who was torturing Rebecca’s nipples asked.

       “Yes.” Rebecca whimpered

       “Then simply beg us to make you cum.” The girl whispered in her ear.

       “P-p-please make me cum,” Rebecca said softly.

       “Louder,” said Marisol

       “Please make me cum.”

       “We still can’t hear you.”
       “Oh God Please Make Me Cum” Rebecca yelled.

       “Girls, let her have it.” Marisol commanded.

       The girls worked Rebecca in earnest. Sucking and biting her nipples, fingers thrust in and out of her anus and Marguerite devoured Rebecca’s dripping sex. The orgasm exploded in her and Rebecca shock and moaned in the straps.

       Monica, hearing Rebecca cry out was relieved that her assault was over. The women did not stop, instead, Lourdes stripped off her own suit and positioned her pussy over Monica’s face. She lowered herself onto Monica’s mouth and Monica began to service the woman. The assault on her pussy and ass continued and she felt another orgasm approaching.

       After her first orgasm, Rebecca’s head cleared and she realized what she had done. Not only had she came in front of these strangers, but also she had asked for it.
       “Okay Rebecca, one down and fourteen to go.” Marisol chimed.

       The girls brought out various sized and shaped dildos. Marisol took one in a harness and strapped in on. She approached from Rebecca’s backside and slowly slid the device into Rebecca’s anus. She whispered, “You are going to love this you little whore,” and began fucking Rebecca. She fucked Rebecca’s ass in long, slow strokes. Another girl replaced Marguerite between Rebecca’s legs. She took Rebecca’s engorged clit between her fingers and stroked it hard and fast. Someone inserted a finger into Rebecca’s pussy and found her g-spot. The finger lightly applied pressure and made a small circular motion. Rebecca came hard for the second time.

       The girls took turns using dildos, their fingers, and their tongues to bring off Rebecca. On her tenth orgasm she was wrung out, but her body would not stop responding. She begged them to stop, but they just laughed, finding new ways to excite her tired body. When she reached number twelve she screamed, but the assault continued. She had never felt so sore and tired and yet so very full.

       For her thirteenth orgasm, everyone collected branches with leaves. They used these to rub Rebecca’s body. The combination of the soft leaves and the occasional hard branches worked her into a frenzy. A branch from a pine tree was used between her legs. Its soft but spiky needles rubbed her clit until she exploded again. For her fourteenth orgasm, a string was tied around her protruding clit. The girls tied objects to the string and stretched Rebecca’s sensitive button. Then while dildos were thrust in her pussy and ass, they swung the objects on the string, the sensation so new, that Rebecca again had a shuddering orgasm.

       The women carried Monica over for the final orgasm. They tied her legs to the sling where Rebecca’s hands were bound. Then they tied Monica’s arms to the girl’s legs. In this suspended 69, the two women told to eat the other’s pussy.

       “The first one to make the other cum, is out of the game. The one who cums gets five more orgasms,” Marisol said.

       The thought of more frightened both Rebecca and Monica. They began to lick each other furiously, determined not to be the loser. To help, the other women got their hands between their bodies and played with their tits. Others finger fucked the exposed asses.

       Rebecca’s determination was no match for Monica’s experience. Monica expertly licked the girl and suckled her clit. Rebecca tried to resist but she succumbed and came in Monica’s mouth. Equally, excited Monica had her own orgasm.

       The women had no intention of continuing the assault on their exhausted victims. They released Rebecca and Monica and carried them over to the beach blanket. They covered them with towels and let the two drift into sleep. While Monica and Rebecca dozed, the girls removed their suits and paired off in twos and threes for their own satisfaction.

       Hours later, Rebecca and Monica woke as the sun set over the lake. Everyone was gone and they were alone on the beach. Without a word, they gathered their things and went to Monica’s car. Neither found their swimsuit so they wrapped towels around their naked bodies and began the drive back to Aunt Nora’s house in silence.

       The End

As fun as this story was to write, we have reached the end for the time. There may be further adventures for Rebecca, but for now, there isn’t anymore to say. Thanks everyone for the feedback and for taking your time to read my tale. I do have two other story ideas to work on although how and when they turn out is still unclear. I will definitely be visiting some of Victoria’s adventures at Sappho College. A second idea is for a story called “hair trigger,” a somewhat “reluctant tale” but far less naivety. Based on the nature and high school setting of the tale it will appear only at BDSM Library or other sites that do not restrict content of that nature.  We’ll see how it goes.

       

       

       

Reluctant Rebecca Chapter 9 – Selected Seductions

By Xspy4u

There were many untold tales of the naïve Rebecca. The reason for my return is the fans that have been diligent in sending emails asking for more. In truth, I was not happy with the sort of rushed ending of Chapter 8. I rather enjoyed her uncertainty, her naivety and of course her denial. So I thought I would share another tale. The time-line is somewhere between chapters 7 and 8. If you have not read the series, have no fear, this is a standalone piece. If you are a fan, I hope you find the story was worth waiting for – please email me either way. This tale is of course a work of fiction, please do not repost without the author’s permission etc, etc, etc.

In every town, there seems a section more dangerous than the rest. We can blame economics, politics, or society but perhaps there is another truth. Consider that these places may just attract the predators much as a waterhole attracts the lions. While the predators may from time to time attack one another, their real goal is to await the prey. For although the prey may sense the danger, some other force also drives them to these killing fields.

In this town, there is such a killing field. Although it is not as bad as in other cities, still this place is not without its danger of a kind. A place where the predators gather and much like the lion pride, this entire town is absent of all but a few males. Here the female of the species reigns supreme. Here the female lusts for the innocent flesh of the prey.

And today in the warm summer’s breeze the cats seem without any purpose other than to enjoy the fresh air. They are gathered in groups and in pairs and some just absently sit in their own counsel. The conversations and their social niceties do not change the watchfulness of their eyes. One by one, those very eyes register surprise as their prey exits a car at the end of this gray dull street. The car pulls away and this soft Doe pleasantly makes her way deeper into the killing field.

A keen weariness of suspicion replaces the surprise. The woman-child’s soft white skin is a stark contrast to these dark cats. Her innocent blue eyes are alone among the field of hard, dark one’s that stare. He long silken blond hair is exotic amongst their dark, course curls.

Suspicion fades and is replaced with a growing current of excitement. A lifetime honing their skills tells the on-lookers that this is not a trap. The woman on their street is not a guile hunter. Her innocent eyes are not watchful, and her open face is not one prepared for battle. No, this is not a police officer. No cop would dress in such a manner, so unprepared to do battle.

The girl’s dress is slight. It barely reaches her upper thighs and most of her shapely tanned legs are exposed. The material is white but worn. The buttons that run up the front from bottom to top seem strained at her breasts. As she draws closer they can see just how worn the material has become as it cannot hide the outline of the girl’s small areoles that sit upon the perfectly shaped C size breasts.  The girl is aware of her exposure and does her best to hide herself, but the heavy laundry bag she carries preoccupies most of her effort and the breeze catches the dress and pulls at it.

The girl looks around, but not at the predators. Her interest seems to be on the store fronts on her side of the street. A look of relief passes across her face as she finds her destination. The girl grabs the door handle and enters the laundry mat. The predators slowly move from their corners and their stoops and follow the prey. The hunt will be slow, the hunt will be determined and the hunt will be delicious.

Rebecca entered the laundry mat and the cool air conditioner caused an immediate reaction from her nipples. As they hardened under her thin dress, she looked around and hoped that none of the women inside noticed. Rebecca suspected that the washing machine at home was not broken. She knew however, that it was not wise to argue with her Aunt Nora and cousin Margot.

Although it was mystery to her as to why they had chosen this section of town, when there was a laundry mat, much closer to their own house. Worse had been their insistence that she wash all of her things except for the old housedress and the pair of panties she now wore. All her other clothes were in the laundry bag she carried. Rebecca felt very exposed in the short worn dress. It was one thing to wear such back on her grandmother’s farm when she was alone. Here in the busy center of town, it was humiliating.

Yet in contrast to the past few months, the last couple of weeks had been mundane. The constant humiliating situations and exposures she had suffered at the hands of her family and their friends had all but ceased. Finally, Rebecca’s overactive sexual imagination seemed to have abated. Her cousin Margot had even insisted the Rebecca wear a bikini on their daily trips to the lake. The results of which provided a dramatic contrast between her tanned skin and the porcelain white of her breast, buttocks and smooth pubic area. At night in the darkness of her bedroom, her white breast almost glowed. If not for her enduring naivety, Rebecca may have sensed that her cousin did nothing without motive and that her tanning sessions were little more than a preparation that ensured the ultimate contrast between Rebecca and the women in the laundry mat.

Rebecca looked around for an empty machine. The sooner she could get the wash done, the sooner she could go home. Margot had dropped her off at the end of the block and said she would be back in two hours and that if Rebecca was not done, then she would have to walk home. 

The laundry mat was a dingy place. On either side, large industrial dryers lined the walls. Two rows of washing machines stood back to back dividing the room. On the back wall were vending machines filled with soaps, candy, and soda. Along the front was a large glass window that looked upon the sidewalk. The window was gray with dust and dirt and the sunlight appeared weak and hazy. There were two older women sitting in chairs along the front window. They gave Rebecca only a quick glance before they returned to their magazines. Rebecca made her way to the back of the room, hoping to find an empty washer as far from the door as possible. She sensed her difference in this place and wanted to keep as low a profile. Unfortunately, all of the machines along the back were in use or had signs that read “Out of Order.” Rebecca returned to the front and found two machines that were both operational and empty.

Rebecca opened the laundry bag and separated her clothes into light and dark colors. As she filled each machine, an older, heavyset black woman shuffled over to the machine next to Rebecca.

“Hello honey,” the woman said with a kindly smile.

“Hi” Rebecca said.

“Are you new in this part of town?”

“No, well I guess, I don’t actually live here.”

“Not good enough for you.” The woman’s kindly smile faded and her eyes glared at Rebecca.

“Oh, no not at all,” Rebecca said with a nervous quiver in her voice. “My cousin had some errands in this part of town and asked me to do the laundry.”

The smile returned to the woman’s face. “Oh well that’s okay, although these machines don’t work so well. I don’t see any fabric softener in your things; I would suggest it or your clothes will feel very stiff.”

“Thank you, do they sell it here?”

“Yes, right in those vending machines back there.” The woman pointed. “Well have a nice day,” she finished and shuffled off to the plastic chairs at the window.

As Rebecca finished loading her clothes into the washers, three black women entered the laundry mat. None of them carried any laundry. The girls were in their early twenties and dressed in cut off jeans and t-shirts. The leader was Rebecca’s height but much curvier. The other two were taller than the first and thinner with muscular legs. The last in line looked familiar, but Rebecca averted her eyes for fear of a confrontation. She sensed trouble in these three.

Rebecca removed the small coin purse that was at the bottom of the laundry bag. It contained enough coins to complete two loads of wash and two in the dryer plus a few extra she could use to purchase the fabric softener. She removed four of the coins and placed the purse on one of the machines. She then went to the vending machines for her purchase.

“Look at that bitch,” said Vanessa the leader of the small band that had followed Rebecca into the store. “Who the fuck does she think she is, sauntering her white ass in my Laundromat? I’m gonna wipe the floor with that blond hoe.”

“Shit, I know who that is,” Sandra the third girl said. “That’s Rebecca, she goes to my school.”

“I don’t care where she goes, I say we fuck her up,” said Tiffany.

“No, no you two listen up; remember the horny bitch at school I was tellin’ ya ‘bout? Well that’s her.”

“That’s her,” Vanessa asked. “Damn, I would love to get a piece of that.”

“Me too,” said Tiffany.

“Oh we can and we will,” Sandra assured her friends. “But we got to do this right. I heard alot of stories; you kind of have to work her into it. She wants it but she needs to be tricked into it. I got the perfect plan. See Ms. Harriet over there?”

“Yeah, I know her,” Vanessa said with a scowl. “Bitch caught me skipping school a couple of times, threatened to tell my mom if I didn’t take my clothes off.”

“No kidding?” asked Tiffany

“Can’t complain though,” Vanessa continued, “best cum I ever had, that woman knows how to work a girl’s pussy.”

“Don’t I know it,” Sandra smiled, “but listened we got to work quickly. Now here’s the plan.”

When Sandra finished the girls all giggled and Vanessa went over to Ms. Harriet and told her the plan. When Ms. Harriet agreed, Vanessa looked back at the others and smiled. The girls quickly left the Laundromat while Rebecca fought with the vending machine.

The lever on the machine was stuck. Rebecca pulled hard but she could not get it to fully extend and release her fabric softener.

“It’s a tricky one,” came a creaky voice from behind her.

Rebecca turned and saw a woman of about forty watching her. The woman was very skinny and her jeans barely stayed on her boney hips.

“Sometime, ya got to feed that damn machine twice.”

“Oh, well I don’t have enough money.”

“No worry here ya go,” the woman inserted four more coins and pulled the extended handle. The fabric softener fell to the metal basin at the bottom of the machine.

“Thank you so much.”

“No problem, I’m sure you’ll pay me back.”

“Of course,” Rebecca promised and went back to her wash.

She had covered the clothes in both machines with laundry soap and fabric softener before she realized her change purse was missing. She looked in the laundry bag, on the side of the machines and traced her steps back to the vending machines. The purse was gone. Rebecca panicked. Margot would be mad and her clothes were not only unwashed, but also covered with detergent. She stared at the machines in complete indecision.

“What’s the matter honey?” It was the elderly chubby woman with the kindly face.

“I seem to have misplaced my money and now my clothes are covered with soap.”

“Oh don’t worry sweetie, Ms. Harriet will lend what you need.” The woman placed coins in each machine and started the cycles.

Rebecca thanked her profusely as the three young black women reentered the laundry, this time carrying a bag. Rebecca gave them a quick glance as they approached.

“I can’t thank you enough,” Rebecca said. “I promise I will come back tomorrow and pay you.”

“Tomorrow?” Ms. Harriet frowned. “My mama didn’t raise any fools, you ain’t gonna come back tomorrow and pay me.” The pleasant voice gained an angry edge.

“I will, I promise.” Rebecca said

“Hmm,” the woman considered Rebecca. “I think I can trust you but I’m gonna need a little insurance.”

“I don’t understand what kind of insurance?”

“That dress you’re wearing will do.”

“Oh,” Rebecca was a little confused, her old dress did not seem like much, but she would be happy to give it to the woman. “Okay, when my laundry is done I will just change and…”

“No, no I don’t think so. I wait till your laundry is done and you won’t need to make the deal. I want my insurance right now.”

“B-but I can’t, I’ll be naked.”

“You got your bra and panties, no different than one of them bikinis.”

“You don’t understand I’m not…” Rebecca hesitated and then whispered, “I’m not wearing a bra.”
“Well that is your problem for runnin’ round like some whore. Now give me the dress or you can figure out how to dry all them clothes without money.”

Rebecca felt a pit in her stomach. It had not occurred to her that she also did not have any money for the driers. Without the old woman’s help, she would have even a bigger mess on her hands.

Just then, the three girls approached and the short one asked, “Ms. Harriet what’s the problem here?”

“Little miss thing borrowed money for the wash and now don’t want to give me my insurance.”

“Is that so,” Vanessa glared at Rebecca. “What are you asking for, she don’t seem to have much.”

“I want to hold onto her dress until I get paid.”

“Seems fair enough,” Vanessa said. “What’s your issue blondie?”
Rebecca felt trapped. She wanted to run but was too afraid.
“I-I can’t be here naked.”

“Why we’re all women. Are you one of those lesbians?”
“N-no I…I just…” she was too humiliated to complete the thought.

“She ain’t going to be completely naked, she has panties on,” Ms. Harriet interjected.

“I tell you what,” Sandra spoke up, “why don’t we lock the door and close the shades and this way no one else will come in and you’ll have some privacy.”

“Flea,” Vanessa yelled to the skinny women who had helped Rebecca with the vending machine. “Flea put out the closed sign and lock the door and then pull down the shade, so missy here can get naked.”

“There now there are no excuses.” Ms. Harriet said matter-of-factly, but the hungry glint in her eyes did not match the casual tone.

Rebecca looked down at her feet but did not argue further.

“I don’t think she is gonna do it, Ms. Harriet, maybe you should go take what you want.” Vanessa suggested.

Ms. Harriet approached Rebecca who made no effort to move or defend herself.

“There, there,” the woman said in her pleasant voice. “No need to fret, I’ll be gentle with it.”

Rebecca closed her eyes as Ms. Harriet slowly unbuttoned each button from the top down. As she did, the tight dress parted and the onlookers were treated to a view of Rebecca’s ample cleavage.

When the last button was undone, Rebecca’s short white dress fell open a few inches exposing her flat stomach and white panties. Ms. Harriet stepped behind Rebecca and slowly slid the garment off the girl’s shoulders. The other women gasped softly when the dress fell to the floor and they saw Rebecca’s creamy firm breasts. 

Rebecca’s breasts were perfectly outlined by her tanned skin. Ms. Harriet softly ran her hands around Rebecca’s waist, the smooth flesh was heavenly, and the older black woman gave out a small moan of satisfaction. She traced her hands lightly upward and cupped the young white girl’s firm tits. Ms. Harriet’s fingers traced the small pink areolas and then lightly pinched Rebecca’s nipples.

Rebecca was too embarrassed to open her eyes and face the women. She was humiliated that her imagination had once again turned to the exotic as she imagined hands softly touching her exposed breasts. She knew that it was impossible. They were after all standing in a public place and these were tough inner city women. They were not the type who could so gently touch someone, especially another woman. Rebecca moaned softly as the woman behind her manipulated her nipples to full hardness. Rebecca tried to maintain her composure and to will away the phantom sensations, but the two weeks of celibacy had left her body even more sensitive to touch. She tried to fight the electric feeling that ran from her nipples to her clit, but she felt herself grow moist.

Ms. Harriet gave Rebecca’s tits one more squeeze and then removed her hands. She bent over, retrieved the dress, and walked back to her chair. She stuffed the dress in her large leather handbag and then turned back to the group.

Rebecca covered her breasts with her arms and turned away from the other women. She planned to wait out the wash cycle in the back of the room.

“Hey Flea,” Ms. Harriet called out to the skinny woman. “Didn’t you lend that girl some money for the fabric softener?”

“Yes, I did, that’s right, I need my insurance too.”

“Well then,” Vanessa spoke, “you should hold on to those panties.”

“No please,” Rebecca pleaded as she turned to face the women. “Please, don’t take them.”

“Come on over here girly and give them up,” Sandra called

Rebecca slowly walked over to the woman.

“Go ahead Flea, strip her down,” Vanessa laughed.

“Yeah Flea, strip her naked so we can see her pussy,” Tiffany yelled.

Flea approached the blond girl cautiously as if she feared the girl might strike her. When Rebecca flinched, Flea became more brazen. She knelt down in front of Rebecca and grabbed the girls white panties at the waist. Slowly she pulled them down Rebecca’s tanned thighs.

“Shit look at that, not only white as snow but look at the smooth hairless mound.” Flea called back to the group.

Flea dropped the panties once they were past Rebecca’s knees, and they fell to her ankles.

“Hey slut,” Vanessa called, “why do you shave your pussy?”

“I-I d-don’t,” Rebecca, said softly, “hair doesn’t grow down there.”

“Wow that looks soft,” said Flea. “I got to feel it.”

The woman’s boney fingers rubbed Rebecca’s soft pubis. “Girls,” she called, “you have got to feel this.”

Vanessa, Sandra, and Tiffany gathered around Rebecca. The dark hands quickly found her soft flesh.

“Damn smooth like a baby,” Sandra cooed. Her hand rubbed Rebecca’s soft ass.

Vanessa’s hand went immediately to Rebecca’s pussy and she wondered at the soft hairless mound Tiffany massaged Rebecca’s breasts and stomach.

Vanessa’s finger found Rebecca’s slit and she worked it between the girl’s soft folds.

“Shit someone is getting all wet. Do you like that, you little whore?”

“Please, don’t,” Rebecca whispered, but she had already lost control of her body and felt flushed and tingly.

“I think she likes girls,” said Tiffany as her fingers softly pulled at Rebecca’s nipples.

“No, I don’t,” cried Rebecca.

Vanessa looked at her two friends and winked, she could not believe how naïve the beautiful, white girl was.

“I bet you are a lesbian,” she said. “Go ahead and admit it.”

“I-I’m not.”

“Well then how about a little test? If you’re straight then a couple of other women shouldn’t be able to make you cum, right?”

Rebecca was silent. She realized Vanessa’s test was a trap. If she refused then they would say she was a lesbian, but on the other hand, her body was so sensitive she did not think she could withstand the assault.

“What do you think Ms. Harriet? Does it sound like a fair test?” Vanessa asked.

From her chair Ms Harriet said, “I think it’s fair, but that girl better not cum. I am not going to be locked in here worried about being attacked by a lesbian. Just the same better test her so we know if we’re safe.”

“No, please I’ll be good. Just let me go sit in the back until my clothes are done, please,” Rebecca begged.

Throughout the conversation, the four women softly stroked her naked body. The sensation made Rebecca feel fuzzy and her stomach quivered each time Tiffany lightly ran her fingers over it. She knew it was wrong to have such feelings, that the women only wanted to be sure she was straight, but in her mind she kept seeing the dark hands against her white skin, and fought off the improper images that came to her.

Ms. Harriet stood up and came closer to the group. “Okay girls, if you’re going to test her, let’s get on with it.”

“What do you suggest?” Sandra asked, her hand rubbed and squeezed Rebecca’s buttocks.

“I could do it?” said the skinny woman, Flea. She still knelt down in front of Rebecca and her hands stroked the girl’s soft firm thighs. The silky smooth skin fascinated Flea.

“No, not yet,” Ms. Harriet said, “Vanessa I think you should just give her a little rub down there and see if she cums.”

“Please, don’t do this. I promise I’m not a lesbian.” Rebecca tried to step back but Tiffany and Sandra took hold of her.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be nice,” Vanessa said and laughed.

Vanessa’s fingers rubbed Rebecca’s soft mound. Her middle finger slipped between the soft folds and she slid her finger all the way down. The contact made Rebecca grunt softly and she closed her eyes tight.

“Oh I don’t think she is going to do so well,” Sandra giggled.

Tiffany took the opportunity to fully explore Rebecca’s breasts and nipples. She cupped the right breast and lifted, enjoying the firm ripeness of it. Then she softly twisted and pulled at the nipple.

“Tiffany,” Ms. Harriet called, “go ahead and give that nipple a good swabbing with your tongue.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Tiffany smiled and lowered her head to Rebecca’s breast. She sucked the nipple into her mouth and alternately licked, sucked and bit the pink nib.

Rebecca knew it was all a test and that she had to remain calm. The sensation at her breast was driving her crazy, but she knew this was all just clinical for these women. She did not enjoy being naked in front of everyone, but she also did not blame them for their safety concerns. She tried to think of the situation as no more than the monthly doctor’s exam her Aunt insisted she attend.

Flea was still focused on Rebecca’s thighs, but the other four women exchanged glances. Not only had they gotten this beautiful curvy blond completely naked in a laundry mat, but she was actually letting them touch her. Sandra looked at Vanessa and lipped, “I told you so.”

Vanessa felt Rebecca getting wet. The girl’s clit was now a hard little rock. Vanessa lightly teased it with her finger and she saw Rebecca sway slightly. Vanessa applied more pressure and made quick circles with her finger. The manipulation had the desired effect, and Rebecca softly moaned. Vanessa increased her speed and brought Rebecca close to the edge. Just as the girl was about to cum, Vanessa slid her finger away and let Rebecca calm down again. She repeated it over and over, bringing the poor girl to the point of breathless excitement.

“I think she is going to cum, Ms. Harriet,” Vanessa said.

“Well there’s only one way to be sure. Flea you can taste an orgasm can’t you?”

“I sure can,” Flea responded.

“Get in there and see if the girl is going to cum. Vanessa you get on that other tit.”

Vanessa lifted Rebecca’s left breast and squeezed, then took the hard pink nipple in her mouth. Rebecca moaned.

Flea covered Rebecca’s sex with her mouth. The skinny woman’s tongue expertly licked and flicked Rebecca’s clit and then drove deep into her vagina.

“Ahhhh, p-p-please, I-I c-can’t take m-more,” Rebecca cried. Her fortitude was being worn down and she was close to cumming.

Her outburst inspired the women to lick and suck furiously at her most sensitive areas. Sandra had waited for this moment.

She leaned close to Rebecca’s ear and whispered, “Don’t you remember me from school?”

“Ug, ug, ug” was all Rebecca could manage.

“Maybe this will help.” Sandra slid her hand past Rebecca’s ass and between the girl’s soft thighs. Her fingers found Rebecca’s pussy and she lubricated them with the flowing juice. She slid her slick black fingers between Rebecca’s white cheeks and gently circled the girl’s anus.

“Still don’t remember me?
Rebecca was too close to orgasm to respond. Flea lapped at her clit in long slow strokes and Vanessa and Tiffany sucked and bit her nipples.

“I think this will help,” Sandra whispered, “Get it girl,” she said and drove her finger into Rebecca’s anus. Sandra twisted her finger twice, pulled it almost all the way out and then drove it back in.

Almost immediately, Rebecca exploded. The women increased their licking and sucking to a dizzying speed and Sandra continued to fuck her ass.

“Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh,” Rebecca moaned as Flea’s long strokes became short quick laps at her clit.

Rebecca’s orgasm stretched on into several smaller ones and she shuddered and quivered.

“That’s enough ladies,” Ms. Harriet commanded.

The women stopped and Rebecca slumped back against Sandra.

“I guess she failed the test.”

“So what do we do now?” Vanessa asked.

“Well we can’t kick her out of here naked, we’ll all get arrested,” Ms Harriet said with a tone of consideration. “But it isn’t safe for us to have a naked lesbian running around in here.”

Rebecca, humiliated had gained some of her composure and stood on her own. “I’m sorry, please I’ll just go in the back, and I won’t bother you.”

“I wish I could believe that, but in case you aren’t up on current events you’re standing in a public place naked and you just came in front of all of us, you sex maniac.”

Rebecca knew it was true so she bowed her head and stayed silent.

“We could tie her up so she can’t get at us,” said Sandra with a smile. Of course, it had been planned that way from the start. The bondage was a gift for Ms. Harriet who loved to dominate women.

“Good idea,” said Ms. Harriet. “Do we have anything to tie her with?”

“We do,” the women said in unison and then laughed.

Sandra went to the large bag she had returned to the laundry mat with. She opened it and pulled out two wooden poles. Each pole had a short chain attached and at the end of each chain a leather cuff. Sandra placed the two poles together and twisted. The poles were made to screw together and when she was done, she held up one long pole.

She approached Rebecca and walked behind the naked girl. She placed the pole across Rebecca’s shoulders, Vanessa, and Tiffany each secured one of Rebecca’s wrists to the pole with the leather cuff.

With Rebecca’s arms held out her breast looked even more exposed and Vanessa could not resist running her hands over the firm mounds.

“Perfect,” said Ms. Harriet. “Now I think we need to teach this little lesbian a lesson.”

“What did you have in mind Ms. Harriet?” Tiffany asked.

“I think a good spanking on her ass and pussy.”

“I bet if we fuck her ass she will cum,” Sandra added. “It seems every time I put my finger in her ass she cums.”

“Maybe,” Vanessa added, “but that clit seemed awful sensitive, I bet we could use an electric toothbrush on it and get her off several times.”

Rebecca shook her head. “Please don’t do any of those things to me.”

Ms. Harriet walked up to Rebecca. She cupped the girl’s breast and absently tweaked Rebecca’s nipple.

“We’ll give you the spanking you deserve. As long as you don’t cum again we’ll stop. If you do though we will keep trying new things until you don’t cum anymore. Agreed?”
Rebecca assumed there would be nothing in a spanking to make her cum so she agreed. She had no idea what she was in for.

The End.

Reluctant Rebecca

Chapter 10

By Xspy4u

This is a work of fiction intended for mature audiences. Please do not repost without the author’s permission.

Dear Reader: - Thank you to those of you who have continued to follow Rebecca’s escapades. I appreciate all the comments and feedback. When you write for a website the only reward is the feedback and votes from your readers, so like it or hate it, finish it or not, please go to the end and place your vote. Since this has been such a long series, I can only use the votes, as a guide as whether or not to continue with Rebecca’s other adventures.

Rebecca’s body still hummed from orgasm. It made it difficult to think straight, difficult to make sense of what had happened to her. Years of sexual manipulation made it impossible for Rebecca to see the situation as anything but her own fault. In her mind, the black women that surrounded her had only wanted to ensure their own safety. Rebecca had no frame of reference to understand that in truth these women wanted to ravage her naked body. She had no resource to explain that anyone in her situation would have the same physical response. Instead, Rebecca felt humiliated by her supposed lack of sexual control. In her view, their actions were innocent, while her responses were unnatural. On a deeper level, she struggled with the fact that the humiliation and the manipulations felt wonderful and that she enjoyed the sensation of her orgasms.

Consequently, it did not seem strange that she was naked in a public laundry, surrounded by a group of black women. Her wrists were fastened to a wooden pole by two leather cuffs. The girl Vanessa stroked and squeezed Rebecca’s breasts and each time the dark hands passed over Rebecca’s nipples she felt a light quiver in her belly.

“Ms Harriet,” Tiffany asked, “how do you want her for the spanking?”

The older black woman contemplated the question as her eyes scanned the laundry mat for possible options. When she spotted one, she smiled.

“Let’s get her up on one of those Folding tables,” she instructed the group.

The Folding tables were placed at stations around the room. In the aisle where the group stood, one divided the washing machines halfway down the row. Vanessa and Tiffany pushed Rebecca towards it. The table stood at about mid drift and Rebecca silently groaned when she realized that when she was on the table her privates would be at chest height for the women.

“Go ahead and get up there girl,” Ms Harriet said.

Rebecca had no idea how she could manage the climb with her arms tied out at shoulder height.

“I -I can’t,” she said.

“Sure ya can,” Vanessa said and slapped Rebecca’s ass. “Just lie on the table and shimmy on up.”

The women all laughed.

Rebecca considered the table for a moment and then bent as far over it as possible. She tried to reach the far edge with her secured hands to gain some leverage. She stood on her toes to get a few more inches but it was no use.

“Come on, Bambi; lift your leg up on that table.”

Rebecca brought her right leg up and her knee found the table.

“Shit look at the whore, all spread out giving us an eyeful of that pretty pussy.”

Embarrassed, Rebecca struggled to pull herself onto the table. Without the use of her hands, it proved impossible. Each time she tried, her knee slipped off and she fell face first onto the table.

“Well,” Ms. Harriet said, “we can start here and see if she can control herself.”

Rebecca was relieved, as all she had accomplished from her efforts was to break out in a light perspiration. Now that she had stopped exerting herself, the air condition blew across her body and she felt goose bumps rise.

“No, no, put that leg back up on the table Bambi,” Vanessa yelled.

Rebecca did as she was told even though it left her pussy exposed to the cool air.

“Tiffany,” Ms. Harriet said, “You hold that leg of hers in place.”

Tiffany sat up on the table and took hold of Rebecca’s leg so that it could not slip off when the spanking started.

“Now remember, you get a spanking and if you don’t cum we will let you go in back and wait on your laundry. But if you do cum, then we move onto the next test.”

Rebecca nodded. She tried to remain as upright as possible but the angle tired her lower back.

“Sandra hold her up.”

Sandra got on the table and sat with her legs crossed in front of Rebecca. Rebecca was forced to lean forward with her head on the girl’s shoulder. She could smell Sandra’s cinnamon perfume and was uncomfortably aware of her naked breasts touching the girl’s tee shirt. Sandra placed her soft hands on Rebecca’s waist and slowly slid them up and down Rebecca’s sides.

“Okay, I think we are all set,” Ms Harriet said. She winked as Vanessa slid under the table beneath Rebecca. Rebecca’s pussy was at eye level and Vanessa had plans for it when the spanking started. She thought a warm up would not hurt so she lightly blew on Rebecca’s naked mound.

A soft breeze tickled Rebecca’s pussy but she tried to ignore it. It was difficult as she imagined that it started high on her mound and then moved downward across her clit and lips. She knew it was just the room’s air moving between her open legs, but it felt so ‘directed.’ Sandra, who had been rather mean, seemed to want to comfort her. The soft hands stoked slowly up her sides and Rebecca imagined a feathery touch on the sides of her breasts. The hands traveled back down to her waist and then across her hips. Rebecca fought the growing warmth she felt and tried to focus on the row of dryers on the far wall.

“Tiffany, you hold onto that leg good and tight.”

“Yes Ms. Harriet.”

Ms. Harriet stood to the side and swung her arm as if she was playing a game of tennis. Her hand made contact with the soft flesh and it quivered softly. She was an expert and she knew the loud slap sounded worse than it felt. She did not intend to hurt the girl; she only planned to warm her up while Vanessa took care of the real mission.

The sudden impact stung only a little but the shock made Rebecca jump.

A second slap came on the other cheek. Ms. Harriet alternated between the two cheeks, but never hit the same exact spot twice. She observed the rosy pinkness rise on Rebecca’s perfect ass.

The skinny woman they called Flea was in charge of the bag that the girls had brought.  Vanessa gave her the signal and Flea handed her the feather duster.  At the end of the wooden handle, the duster was comprised of soft feathery bristles. They completely circled the wooden shaft creating a foot of oblong softness especially designed for dusting in tight spaces. Vanessa smiled as she spun the handle and thought how it was about to dust a very tight space.

While Ms. Harriet expertly timed each slap, Vanessa lightly stroked Rebecca’s inner thigh with the soft duster. She made certain to make contact only when Ms. Harriet did. With each stroke, she inched a little closer to her target. Finally, Vanessa gently pulled the duster across Rebecca’s bare mound. She marveled at the effect on the girl’s clit. Slowly it grew from its protective hood. Vanessa was careful to ensure that she made only the lightest of contact with Rebecca’s clit. Slowly and gently, she timed each stroke with Ms. Harriet’s slap.

At first, Rebecca was relieved. Although the spanking stung, the pain distracted her from the naughty images she had of Sandra touching her breasts. She knew it was only in her mind, but still it felt so real that her nipples had become hard and sensitive. After a few slaps however, she imagined a soft tickle on her bare pussy. The tickle soon became an erotic sensations and Rebecca fought to keep her hips from trusting backwards for firmer contact. She felt a fluttery feeling in her belly. The soft whisper at her love button became an itch and a soft moan escaped before she could stop it.

“Did you hear that?” Sandra asked.

Ms. Harriet paused for a moment.

“Did she just moan?”

“She did, I can’t believe it.”
“Rebecca,” Sandra whispered in her ear, “are you getting excited?”

“N-no,” Rebecca said, but without any real conviction.

Vanessa could not resist and she lightly spun the duster so that the soft bristles gently whipped Rebecca’s now rock hard clit.

“Ahh,” Rebecca moaned.

“Sandra, I’m going to continue the spanking, check her nipples, and see if she is excited.”

“Is my little Bambi getting hot and bothered?” Sandra cooed in Rebecca’s ear. “Let me have a feel.”

Sandra ran the back of her hands up Rebecca’s belly. As she reached the girl’s breasts, she turned her hands over and cupped them. She spread her fingers out around each breast and then drew them down and squeezed softly. Her fingers came together at Rebecca’s hard nipples and she gently twisted and pulled.

“Ohhh, ahhh,” Rebecca moaned.

“Oh yes my little Bambi you are excited.”

Ms. Harriet returned to her methodical spanking. She changed tactics and each time she slapped Rebecca’s cheeks she paused and then gently slid her fingers across the girls exposed anus. The contact sent a shiver up Rebecca’s spine.

Vanessa below applied a little more pressure to her strokes and was reward with a slight sway of the girl’s hips.

Sandra continued her slow torture of Rebecca’s breasts and nipples and she could tell by the girl’s breathing that it would not be much longer.

Tiffany needed both hands to hold the Rebecca’s thigh on the table, but could not resist helping her along. She leaned over and lightly drew her tongue up Rebecca’s neck. Her tongue worked its way up to the girl’s ear and she slowly licked it.

The women were now working Rebecca is perfect unison. Rebecca had lost control of her body and the imagined sensations had her on a soft ocean of pleasure. The heat in her groin was building to release, but she was powerless to stop it.

The women watched as the naked blond began to rock slowly, her ass tried to push back on the duster and the fingers of Ms. Harriet.  As her orgasm approached, they increased the speed and pressure of the manipulations.

On cue, Flea said, “Oh my god, she is gonna cum!”

Rebecca knew it was true.

“Uh, uh, ah, ahh,”

“Oh you dirty whore, don’t you cum again!” Ms. Harriet yelled as she nodded to signal the final part of the plan.

Ms. Harriet rapidly slapped Rebecca’s pussy. Vanessa reached up, grabbed the girl’s extended clit, and pulled on it.

It was too much for Rebecca and she came. Her entire body rocked and Sandra had to grab her to prevent her from sliding off the table.

“Oh, oh, ahhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhhh”

The orgasm was so strong it felt like it would not end. Not wanting to exhaust her yet, the women stopped their assault.

“I cannot believe you came from a spanking, you are a sex addict.”

Rebecca was too drained to respond.

“Well,” said Ms. Harriet, “looks like we move onto the next test.”

“P-p-please, no, I-I’m sorry don’t make me cum again, please,” Rebecca pleaded.

“Don’t blame us Bambi, we aren’t making you do nothing,” Vanessa countered as she crawled from beneath the table.

“I-I know, but please don’t make me take any more tests.”

“Sorry, missy a deal is a deal and you agreed,” said Ms. Harriet.

Rebecca became silent. She found solace in the thought that after two powerful orgasms she should be able to maintain herself.

“Girls release her hands and get her up on the table.”

Sandra and Tiffany removed the leather straps and Rebecca was relieved to put her arms down. They helped her crawl up on the table.

“Face that way,” Ms. Harriet told Rebecca.

Rebecca, on all fours, turned in the direction of the laundry mat’s back wall. She was comforted that at least her privates were not directly facing the women, but she was also acutely aware of her breasts hanging below her. Her nipples were still hard and sensitive.

“Flea, secure that pole to her ankles so she stays nice and spread for us,” Ms. Harriet instructed.

Flea forced Rebecca’s legs wider apart and then secured the leather cuffs.

“Okay, my little white whore, we are going to give you the toothbrush test.”

Rebecca had no idea what that meant, but she nodded her head in agreement.

“Flea how many do we have?”

Flea opened the bag and pulled out four battery-operated toothbrushes.

“Hmm, seems we are one short. Sandra is there something you can do to keep yourself occupied.”

Sandra smiled. She knew that Rebecca was one of those women who could achieve sexual stimulation through an anal assault.

“Oh I have something in mind. Rebecca it won’t bother you if I do this will it?” She gently circled Rebecca’s rosebud anus.

“Ah,” Rebecca called out as the girl teased her sensitive anus.

“Vanessa and Tiffany you take the top, Flea you can work her clit and I’ll see if I can find the girl’s g-spot.”

The women took up positions as instructed. Vanessa and Tiffany turned on their brushes and brought the vibrating soft bristles to Rebecca’s breasts. They each started on the underside and moved the brushes along the soft flesh. Each light stroke drew closer to Rebecca’s hard nipples.

Flea did not waste any time finding her target. Rebecca was still physically stimulated and her clit was hard and ready. When the brush touched it, Rebecca flinched away and the movement awarded Sandra the opportunity to impale the girl on her finger.

“Ahhhhh,” Rebecca cried out from the unexpected intrusion.

“Oh don’t pretend Bambi, you love my finger in your ass,” Sandra taunted. She drove her finger deeper and then withdrew. Slowly she twisted it back into to Rebecca’s ass.

Ms. Harriet gently spread Rebecca’s wet lips and the girl moaned. This was her special tool and the brush had been replaced with soft rubber fingers. She gently inserted it into Rebecca’s wet vagina. When she turned it on, Rebecca jumped at the vibration. Ms. Harriet placed the vibrating rubber bristles against the top wall of Rebecca’s tunnel and began a slow and meticulous search for the girl’s G-spot.

The two women at her breasts continued their strokes. In unison, they reached Rebecca’s sensitive nipples and gently applied the brushes to the sides and top of each nipple.

Rebecca began to quiver and shake. The sensation was overwhelming. The brush at her clit was driving her quickly to orgasm and the fullness in her ass made her involuntarily push against Sandra’s finger. She wanted to stop herself, but the sensations were so erotic and so strong that she could not control her body’s response.

Ms. Harriet found her G-spot. It was a sensation Rebecca had never felt before. It made her feel out of breath and she began to shake harder as her muscles tightened in orgasmic anticipation.

Flea changed her tactics; she used two fingers to spread Rebecca’s lips wide and ran the brush in a circle around Rebecca’s clit so that only a few of the vibrating bristles touched the end.

Seeing Rebecca’s back begin to arch in orgasm, Sandra fucked the girl’s ass with quick strokes.

“Uh, uh, uh, uh,” Rebecca panted and moaned in total abandon.

Ms. Harriet put the final touch on Rebecca’s pleasure when she turned the brush over and applied pressure with the soft vibrating rubber pad on the brushes other side. A few slow circular strokes and Rebecca peaked.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh,” she cried out.

Rebecca’s back arched high and she shook from head to toe as the orgasm tightened and released all of her muscles in quick succession. 

“Uh, uh, uh, noooo, nooo, god, no, ahhhhhhh, uh.”

Her arms gave out and she rested her head on the table, her face covered by her long blond hair.

Ms. Harriet saw that the girl had little left in her, but she wanted her own opportunity to taste the young goddess. The women flipped Rebecca onto her back and the pole kept the Rebecca’s legs spread wide.

Ms. Harriet lowered her mouth the soft wet mound and licked slowly at the delicious nectar.  Tiffany and Sandra returned to the girl’s beautiful breasts and sucked the hard nipples. Rebecca exhausted laid back in a dream state. Ms. Harriet brought Rebecca to another long orgasm, but all the girl had was enough energy to softly moan.

Each woman in turn, got between Rebecca’s legs and used their own technique to pull from her another orgasm. When they had their fill, they released the leather cuffs and covered Rebecca with a blanket. They finished drying her clothes and then dressed the passed out beauty.

Rebecca awoke an hour later fully dressed and laying on the Folding table. She looked up, saw that her laundry was complete, and folded on one of the washing machines. Ms. Harriet was sitting on a chair in the front of the store.

She looked up at Rebecca and smiled.

“Can I help you dear?”

“N-no, but thank you for doing my laundry.”

The woman gave her an odd, questioning look. “I’m sorry missy; I don’t know what you mean.”

“My laundry, didn’t you fold it for me?”

“Oh no, when I came in it was like that and you were there asleep on the table.”

“Oh,” was all Rebecca could say. ‘Had it all been just a dream?’ she wondered.

She looked at the clock and realized if she did not hurry, she would miss her ride home. She hastily placed the folded piles into the laundry bag and headed for the exit.