the Adventures of Mandy Love: Chapter 2: Mandy Transfers to Vixen College. The Finale: Parts 5 thro

the Adventures of Mandy Love: Chapter 2: Mandy Transfers to Vixen College.  The Finale: Parts 5 through 8.

This is the continuation of Chapter 12  as there is a limit to the length of any story in my blog. If you have not yet read Chapter 2 Parts 1 through 4, you are encouraged to do so before reading this finale to Chapter 2.   Kiss, kiss.

Part 5: The Mandy Gang Bang.

I just wiggled my ass in appreciation for the praise, the acknowledgment that Monique wanted me, needed me, to be her fuck toy.

“Good, that’s good,” Monique acknowledged, and then to my resurgent delight, she added, with a harsh and gleeful laugh: “because now it’s time for lesson number two. So, bitch, d’you know what that’s goanna be? Do yak, you goanna be a good girl for me, huh, you beautiful sex pet of mine?”

My eyes filled with apprehension, and I had to admit to having no idea what was coming next.

“It’s simple enough, quite simple enough”, explained Monique, as a huge grin spread across her exquisite features, ‘it’s a lezzie gang-bang, because every girl in our class who wants to fuck you will get her chance tonight!”

The image which this conjured up was almost too much pleasure for me, and I just smiled, one of my sexy smiles.

“Yes, Mistress. I am yours to command. Let me please your friends to please you.”

I was sustained by the other part of me, the new, hitherto unsuspected part of me– which was making my stomach churn with excitement at the prospect of being sexually used, maybe abused, by more girls and forced to do whatever lesbian acts they commanded.

I whimpered and shuddered when Monique slowly withdrew the projecting silicone pillar from my anal star, after which my new Mistress undid the buckles of the strap-on and slowly withdrew the 6 inch extension from her dripping cunt. Monique stared at my gaping anal hole and her eyes sparkled with the knowledge that her friends would now enjoy this beautiful piece of meat. 

Monique ultimately hung the strap on harness off a hook on the side of the armchair, maybe put there for just such a purpose. In a strangely-detached dazed mixture of fright and anticipation, I allowed Monique to untie me, without giving the slightest resistance or making any attempt to escape. The broken submissive  within me then meekly followed the White Rose Girl’s instructions to put back on my white knee-high stockings and a pair of 6 inch stilettos Monique had brought for the occasion to hobble me, make it more difficult to walk away. I looked hot in the stockings and stilettos. I also offered no resistance when Monique turned me around and pushed me down to sit on the chair, face up and leaning back. She then once more, fixed me firmly in place with repeated loops of cord, again, looping around my torso to balloon out my breasts and accentuate her hard nipples. 

My legs were fixed wide apart as my knees and ankles were lashed tightly to the wooden arms of the chair, while  my wrists were tied near to the top of its back, on either side and a little above the level of my head, and with an extra loop of rope, she forced my elbows back so that my breasts were pushed out and up . In this position, my clit and gaping anal star were bared to view and utterly unprotected. In fact, the length of my clit pushed it up and between my breasts, almost to the point that I could suckle on the head myself. I was a helpless beautiful girl,  completely vulnerable to any sexual perversion that might be inflicted upon me. To underline this, Monique reached down and removed from the bag a new item – a bright red ball-gag, which she pushed into my mouth and snapped it behind my head, making sure not to inadvertently capture any strand of my silky brunette hair in the snaps. The ball gag was intended to stifle any squeals of protest that I might make to the gang bang activities. This final touch was for psychological effect rather than any actual need for silence, for it was intended to further break my willpower and render me still more submissive for what was to follow. It had the desired effect, and I whimpered and gazed up pleadingly at Monique,, who responded by reaching down and pinching each of my nipples, making me jerk in my bondage from the resulting sharp stabs of pain.

‘You look quite fuckable like that’, Monique grudgingly admitted; ‘yeah, you’re goanna make a pretty cute little fuck-bitch for all of us, and you’d better get used to it real fast, you slutty little sex toy!’ Another wink in silent code to me to let her know that my obedience was appreciated, and that Monique was really enjoying this.

Muzzled by the ball-gag, I silently nodded my head in acquiescence partly in hope that fate would allow my nipples to receive more attention as I loved nipple play, and partly in luxurious humiliation at Monique’s contemptuously abusive words which only stoked my submissive desires.  I winked back, and would have blown Monique a kiss, if I could have.

Monique was on top of the world, and enjoying every second of her dominance over me. She pulled over a comfortable chair and oriented it right next to me so that she could lounge in it while watching the action. . She slowly fingered her own pussy as she savored the anticipation of the lesbian abuse of my beautiful body that was still to come. She nodded to another guarding the library door and confirmed that it was locked and secure. She then nodded to Julie who must have been anticipating the next task her Mistress would ask of her, and she left the library with a smile on her pretty red lips.

“Marci, your up,” Monique purred “Ashley, your after Marci.”

The two stunningly beautiful girls approached me, admiring  my nearly-nude and beautiful form in bondage. They had never been part of anything like this before and the seen was hot. Seeing me, a gorgeous teenager in this bondage sexual context filled their minds with lustful anticipation of what they could, would do to and with me.

I looked really sexy with the stockings and  stilettos, bound up, legs spread wide and up over the side arms of the plush chair, feet with stilettos dangling off the sides of the chair, leaning back with my ballooning tits and hard nipples just waiting for attention, unable to speak or scream.

Marci had a devilish gleam in her eye as she approached the double headed dildo hanging off the chair on the hook.

Marci took the next turn in the gang-bang. I was trembling, but not sure why.  Maybe it was because I never really got along with Marci in any of our shared classes. Maybe it was because it obvious to all that Marci was my only rival for the absolute best of the best looking girls in the entire Vixen College. Jealousy? Maybe, but her cute face, dynamite body and gleam in her eye was turning me on.

Marci quickly picked up the strap-on, sighing in pleasure as she sleeved it up her cunt, the dual ended dildo still slick with Monique’s cum, lacing the straps into place, and then lining it up with my anal star .

“Ready, Mandy?”

I just nodded my head and was appreciative of her willingness to give me a warning.

Marci shoved it into my anal star, like a battering ram, with no gentleness or tenderness. This was going to be a rape, an the only thing going for me was that I was all lubed up and stretched out so that it was not painful at all as she slid it into me. Marci was nearly as rough as Monique had been, but the moans of pleasure and shrieks  of extasy that came from my lips was an indicator that I was now a fully participating member in this rape.  The only down side was that the ball gag prevented me from  purring for Marci as she fucked me.  I could only manage a droning moan and whimper. Marci reached out and grabbed the heels of my stilettos for leverage and it was quite the sight, this gorgeous girl with a 10 inch strap-on dildo, fucking another gorgeous girl tied up and bound to a plush arm chair. I was imagining the scene like an outer body experience, watching Marci’s muscles ripple with each thrust, watching her ass clinch with each forward drive, paying attention to the sway of her perky, full, perfect breasts with erect nipples, an obvious indication of her arousal.

While her friend was excavating my anal star, Ashley turned her attention to my nipples. I snorted my approval since I could not speak as I just love nipple play.  

Again, my mind wandered to all those sessions with my Guardian Mistress.

I learned to love to mix in my mind the pain and pleasure components of nipple play while being trained and groomed by my guardian Mistress. Ever since my young lady days  when my Guardian Mistress would dress me up  and apply fabulous make up on me to look like a mid-20s beauty pagent winner, or high class hooker depending on your point of view, I loved nipple play. My guardian Mistress had custom made for me bras which contained remote control activated nipple clamps. Ever since one of my very young lady birthdays, I would put on the training bra every Friday night and not take it off until Sunday night. That first time on my birthday, my guardian Mistress showed me how to insert my small nipples into the clamp chamber so that when activated, the mechanism would squeeze, or pinch, or pull,  or twist, or vibrate, or provide all 5 actions to my nipples to deliver the desired level of sensation. Sometime during each weekend, she would engage me in long, sensuous nipple play sessions to groom me, train me to love it. She only needed to show me how to prepare once, and from that day on, I was always prepared by 5 pm on Friday night.  I always knew when a nipple play training session would begin as the nipple clamps would vibrate 5 minutes before they would engage, giving me just enough time to strip out of whatever clothes I was wearing other than the custom made pink lacey training bra, give myself a few deep cleansing enemas, just in case, put my hair up in a high, tight ponytail with a pink ribbon streaming down my back to be used as reins if needed, put on my pink satin Vixen collar with the ring in front so that a leash could be attached, put on my pink corset and lace it up as tight as I could to accentuate my tiny teenage waist, , put on my pink matching fish net stockings and attach the garter straps from the corset to them, making sure that the tops matched perfectly, strap on my petite 4 inch pink training stilettos, put on a mini clit head condom to capture any cum, just in case, pull up my pink thong gaff, making sure that I was perfectly tucked with my developing clit nicely snuggled between my young ass cheeks,  and to make sure that my gaff was on the outside of my garter straps so that it could be removed without removing the stockings and straps. I would end each preparatory 5 minutes by taking a few deep breaths and add some pink frost lipstick as I knew it drove my guardian Mistress wild when I would doll up like a pink princess. I would then hurry to the play room where my guardian Mistress would be waiting. I would kneel before her and assume my training position on the floor, on my knees, hands behind my head, elbows up and back to my shoulder level, back slightly arched, and head slightly bowed in deference to her. She would circle me, use her training crop to coax me up onto my hands and knees, lower my thong gaff and insert a remote controlled anal G Spot vibrator in my tiny anal star, often playfully slapping my cute, firm teenager ass as I wiggled it at her, make sure that I was properly tucked, pull up my pink thong gaff to further trap the anal vibrator, and then engage the clamps. She would monitor my breathing, monitor my arousal, and monitor my pain threshold. She would synchronize the pleasure of the anal G Spot stimulation with the various control features of the clamps, making sure that the combination was so irresistible that I would want to beg for her to push me into orgasmic relief, but I never, never begged, not even when she would try to break me by stimulating my anal G Spot to force me to cum 3, 4, 5 even 6 times in a row (my record until now).

My guardian Mistress taught me that the power in a sexual situation was something tangible, something that could be felt, something that could be gained or lost in a moment, and I understood this from an early age. I could tell when she was ready for me to service her during those nipple training sessions as the pinching pressure on the nipple clamps would get really intense, and my bio-psychological reaction was to start salivating as I knew that she would want me to open my pretty young pink lipped mouth to take her large clit in, to make love to it, to adore it, to let it become part of my life. She would edge me for 30 minutes to 1 hour during each such training session, teaching me how to edge a clit or a cock, how to create a combination pattern of mouth suckling, hand stroking, finger fondling, tongue flicking, and, later on when I was developed enough to take her deep in my throat, how to constrict the muscles in my throat like I was swallowing with her deep so that her pleasure was increased. Most importantly, she taught me in such session how to maintain my concentration while being right on the edge of my own orgasm, riding my dopamine high, using it, becoming stronger with it, realizing that during these mind and body training sessions, I could learn to cum whenever I wished. She would always bring us both to a crescendo together with a combination of anal G Spot stimulation and nipple clamp tension  for me so that I would always associate my pleasure with receiving a load of cum in my mouth from her long, delicious clit in my mouth as I would cum hands free into the mini condom around my tucked clit head. We would share my cum together in a final session ending deep French kiss, and it was glorious. It was in those many training sessions that I learned how to cum hands free, with my clit in any position, tucked or untucked, and my guardian Mistress always marveled at my acceleration through my learning curves of all our sessions, especially those sessions during which she would try to break me with the forced 5 or 6 in quick succession anal G Spot  orgasms. I just innovated beyond what she could have thought possible, all pleasing her immensely.  She would tweak the pain coefficient in my nipples Over the years, she taught me to  embrace the pain, turn it into pleasure, and get her to beg me to please her as I became an expert at building up her sexual arousal, but not allowing her to peak until I got her to beg out loud, even breaking her own rule never to beg, I was just that good at playing the perfect sex kitten. These training sessions went on for years, about 1 every other week, until I finally moved out and into my current luxury condo by Vixen College .  Even to this day, whenever I pinch my nipples, my mouth waters and I slide into a self induced dopamine release, a mini orgasm, if you will.

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I was in a daydream haze with the memory, but was brought back to the moment with Ashley’s attention to my nipples. Ashley sharply tugged and pinched my left nipple, while she lovingly caressed my right with her warm, wet mouth and tongue. Then she switched, and I shivered in delight at the change in sensation as she was now tweaking and pinching my right nipple, but lovingly caressing my left with her mouth. It was heaven. I was squirming and becoming highly arouse, making it harder and harder to distinguish the pleasure of my anal G Spot stimulation with the long dildo and the nipple play stimulation. I was on the take off ramp for another orgasm, and Ashley could sense it, making it further exciting for her.

Ashley looked up at me and then bit down on my left nipple while pinching the right. The effect was immediate. I had a non-ejaculatory orgasm and shuddered within my bonds, moaning in pleasure into the ball gag.

This time, Ashley quickly bent over and put my rock hard clit  head into her wet and warm mouth to coax out any cum, and seemed to be a bit frustrated that I had achieved a non-ejaculatory orgasm, but that did not stop her from trying to suck whatever there might be within my long, rock hard 10 inch clit.  The effect of her suckling on my clit extended the orgasm  and I was blissfully enjoying being fucked and sucked at the same time .

When Ashley had finally milked a little bit of cum from my clit, she held the cum in her mouth, reached around to unsnap the ball gag, and removed the ball gag from my cute, red lips. She then French kissed the cum into my eager and waiting mouth.  The kiss lasted longer than with Julie as Monique was content to just sit back and watch the show now.

I just continued making out with Ashley at least as well as I could using only my head movement, lips and tongue dancing techniques. Our cum coated slippery tongues dancing with each other  for long, deep full contact kissing .

As I continued to be fucked deeply by Marci, I would take a breath in between deep tongue thrusts into Ashley’s mouth to beg her to continue with her nipple play as it was really turning me on. Ashley, too, was beginning to fall for me, especially as I seemed to spark a latent dominatrix persona within her with me, a beautiful bound, sexy as all hell, girl who seemed to fall into her submissive roll so easily, so naturally, and with so much enjoyment of edging the pleasure / pain barrier.

Marci grunted in satisfaction as she was nearing her own orgasm as she watched Ashley and me make out. She was forcefully shafting me, slamming the silicone rod so vigorously in and out of my anal star that her hips were making slapping noises against my upturned ass, my firm ass cheeks compressing just a bit with each slap.

With a long gasp, Marci, who had been working her G Spot with the 6 inch dual dildo, quickly orgasmed as the sight of Ashley playing with my nipples, my own orgasm which squeezed the dildo in my ass, increasing the rubbing action of the 6 inch dildo in her cunt, and Ashley kissing me was just too much. Marci froze in place as she orgasmed in a silent scream of her own, with the dildo completely buried in my used anal star. Then, bracing herself with one hand against the back of the armchair, Marci unbuckled the harness and stepped up and backwards out of the strap-on, smiling widely as she felt the 6 inch dual dildo withdraw from her dripping cunt leaving the impaling dildo fixed where it was, still deeply buried in my cute ass. 

I was in lust filled shocked beyond belief, and utterly aroused. These bitches were using me as if I was nothing, just a sex-object, a receptacle for their lusts, and it turned me on even more!

Ashley broke her kiss with me and with a nervous giggle of appreciation of me and uncertainty concerning her next steps, stepped into the space between my spread legs. It was clear that Ashley had never raped any girl before and was not sure if she liked the idea. She tentatively pulled up her end of the dual ended dildo and nestled the dripping wet 6 inch section at the entrance to her cunt. With some hesitation and encouragement from Monique, , she inserted the dildo with all of Marci’s cum on it into her, giving out a low moan of pleasure as she seated it deeply inside her. She buckled up the straps on her hips, and then, for the first time, looked up at me. She leaned forward, gazed softly into my eyes, as if she was asking for permission to fuck me. I gave her a silent nod and wiggled my hips which caused her to shudder as her end of the dildo made contact with her G Spot.

Marci then came to help and quickly tightened the harness around her friend’s waist and hips, and my pleading eyes bulged with excitement as Ashely, the pretty eighteen-year-old, claimed her turn to make love to me, the former bitch and know-it-all, who was now learning all too vividly how little about the sexual world she actually did know.

Ashley’s technique was different from the two dominant sporty dykes who had preceded her, but her more subtle strokes and twirls had an equally explosive effect upon the nerve-endings in my anal tube.

I whispered for Marci to lean in and kiss me as Ashley got into a fucking rhythm. I was rewarded when Marci kneeled down and leaned in for a make out session with me, with Marci slowly stroking my still gorgeous rock hard clit all the while Ashley deeply, slowly stroked the 10 inch dildo into my lubricated ass.

“Mistress, please play with my nipples,” I whispered into Marci’s ear as Marci was kissing my forehead in prelude to a deep tongue dance session. 

Yeah, you like it when I play with your nipples?? Like this you little fuck toy? Harder? You want it harder?

And with this, Marci used both hands to pinch and simultaneously twist my nipples as she deeply tongue kissed me in what could only be described as one of the most passionate kisses I have ever received, tied up in bondage or otherwise.

My heart-rate and breathing rapidly increased as I approached yet another climax. Marci added another stimulant, and – without impeding Ashley’s deep thrusting movements, Marci broke our kiss, bent forwards and sucked my pointedly-erect right nipple into her mouth, licking it and then nipping it slightly between her teeth. That touch of sharpness was the final trigger, and I shuddered, again , in my moment of ecstasy my back arched as far as the tight lashings of my bondage permitted and I came again, this time with a new, different,  beautiful face and warm mouth around my clit head sucking my fully ejaculatory orgasm, with another load, a new record for me in one session. The new girl sucked hard and milked all my orgasmic love juices out of me.

Marci moved aside so that the nameless, beautiful  face could lean in and feed my cum to me, in what would be a never ending make out session with girl, after girl, after girl. I loved the feeling of being tied up and seemingly forced to endure the sexual rape, but if truth be told, I would just sit there and let them all rape me, again, and again, and again. This is what my guardian Mistress had trained me for, to endure, to enjoy, and above all, to retain my composure  no matter what the sexual situation, to please my sexual partners no matter how rough they might be with me, as all this was being recorded in my mind for use later in whatever way would benefit me the most.  

With the new girl making out with me with deep kissing head movements, Ashley worked the 6 inch dual dildo over her G Spot and in 15 slow, deliberate strokes, came in a soft, elegant orgasm which washed over her like a lapping wave on a lake side beach. Ashley, slowly opened her eyes, and pulled back.

Just as Ashley was sighing with orgasmic bliss at her massive, but subdued climax, she withdrew the strap-on from my ravaged, but resilient  T G Girl pussy-hole. Just then, the door into the library opened.

Julie had returned with a bag in her hand, accompanied by six more girls from the Pink Rose group, two of them still in school uniform, and the others wearing dressing gowns over various stages of undress. When I saw how many there were, and the lustful anticipatory expressions on each of their faces, I sported a huge smile on my face and my eyes narrowed into a lust filled focus. 

Of course, my response was a little surprising  to the new arrivals as all had hoped they would be the one to break me, but I looked so cute, so adorable, so beautiful in my 6 inch stilettos and white thigh high stockings, with tits strapped and ballooning with hard stiff upturned nipples, legs spread wide, and all tied up in the bondage chair,  that no one complained.

My begging moans of pleasure with Ashley just withdrawing the massive 10 inch dildo out of my anal star encouraged them all to conjure up thoughts of further abuse of me even more roughly and contemptuously, to show me that I was the low bitch on the campus now.

For the next thirty minutes, I was mercilessly initiated into my future role as a lesbian sex-toy, as the new arrivals took turns in using and abusing both of my holes along with engaging in novel sex tricks with my long clit. However, the beginning was gentle enough, as the next in line was Julie who dropped the bag next to Monique’s chair and approached me, her secret love interest.

Julie, with a sparkle in her eye, waved off the strap on offered by Ashley,  pulled off her panties and skirt, and just straddled my legs, threading her own legs through the arms of the plush bondage chair,  reaching down to my still rock hard clit strapped up with the clit ring,  pulling up my clit and slowly cork screwing her hips down onto the love pole into her very wet and aroused cunt. Julie gave out a well deserved sigh of pleasure as her wet slit accepted the hard rod. Julie savored each inch after inch of the pole working its way into her cunt as she wiggled her hips to make sure it was well lubricated with her love juices as it entered her. With eyes closed, and a deep moan, Julie bottomed out on the 10 inch pole, making small grinding circles with her ass to make sure she was as deep as she could go, rubbing her female clit on my pelvis. With sensuous, solacious hip motions, Julie made love to me, yes, it was a love making session with Julie that first time. She put her hands around my neck and would whisper “Good girl. You are such a good girl.” Julie leaned forward and engaged me in long, French kissing sessions as she rocked back and forth on my magnificent pleasure pole which was now glistening with Julie’s copious internal lubrication. 

Whispering to me between kisses, “You have no idea how excited I was to find that you were a T Girl. This is a fantasy of mine coming true and I assure you that this will not be the last time I have you. Just wait until we can be alone together, yes, that will be amazing.”

“Put your nipple in my mouth and I will make you cum,” I offered Julie, my new lover.

Julie cupped her right breast and offered her hard nipple to me whose movements were restricted by all the bondage. I suckled, nipped and bit Julie’s nipples which were hard nubs of pleasure centers  on nearly perfect, perky, full, round breasts which swayed as she bounced her cunt onto my long, luscious clit. Julie pulled back and lifted her torso to change the angle the pole was entering her to focus it on her G Spot,  but just then, I had her left nipple in my teeth which resulted in Julie’s nipple being stretched and pulled away from her breasts. The combination of pain / pleasure was too much and Julie clinched in a full body orgasm, dropping down and squirming her female clit against my pelvis as she squirted cunt juice all over me and the chair to which I was tied. 

I wished that I could stroke the slender hips and luscious breasts of Julie, my new lover to coax more of an orgasm out of her, but settled with just suckling her right nipple as Julie trembled and shook with wave after wave of orgasmic contractions. I felt Julie’s cunt tighten on my clit and I was so proud of Bing part of the climactic equation leading to her pleasure.

Julie was not done, not by a long shot. Once she had recovered a bit, she resume her rocking motion, pulling up high until just the tip of my clit was within her folds, and then slowly lap dancing her hips down until she could once again grind her female clit into my hairless, smooth  pelvis. The second orgasm only took 25 of these lap dance deep cork screw plunges and another flood of cunt juice bathed me and the chair.

“Oh, fuck. You are amazing, just amazing. Your clit is perfect, just so perfect for my cunt Oh My, just perfect.”

Monique, who had been mildly interested in the fac that Julie chose to be fucked by me, the beauty tied up in the chair, instead of fucking me with the deildo, was now focused on the action. She had not known Julie to be so multi-orgasmic so quickly and was staring intensely at her Pink rose sex slave.

Julie recovered from her second orgasm and then leaned down to kiss me. â€œNow that I got those first two out of the way, the next one will be sweet and sensual baby.”

Our mouths locked in a tender embrace as Julie made small circles with her hips while grinding on my pelvis, stroking my tied up breasts, sucking and nibbling on my hard nipples, and tenderly cupping my face as we were deeply kissing. This was love making, pure and simple . No rape now, just a sensuous love making session and Monique needed to put a stop to it. She was in charge, not Julie.

Monique got up from her chair and stood behind Julie who was oblivious to her movement as her eyes were closed while she was making love to my tongue wiggling in her mouth, my clit wiggling in her cunt.

Monique picked up the strap on dildo and in one fluid, practiced motion, inserted the 6 inch user portion into her moistening pussy, aroused by what she was witnessing. She buckled it in place and move right up behind Julie.

“So you like being fucked by this rich bitch , do ya? Well if you are in the mood to be fucked, I will help you with that.”

Monique positioned the long dildo right at the entrance to Julie’s anal star and when Julie rocked back to further empale herself onto my clit, she also empaled herself onto the dildo which, mercifully, Monique had lubricated with a squirt of coconut oil to ease the entry.

Julie’s eyes flew open with surprise, but there was nothing she could do. Not only was Monique her White Rose Mistress, but Monique had pinned her down with Monique’s firm, strong hands around Julie’s tiny waist, preventing her from raising up. 

“Shhhh, my baby girl, just go with it. I had thought Mandy would be the first to be double fucked tonight, but your ass is so cute, so tight, so delicious, it might as well be you. Enjoy my love pole in your ass and Mandy’s in your cunt. Work it like the slut you know you are.”

Julie just gave out a long exhale as Monique pushed another couple of inches into her star, trying to relax, trying to breathe, and trying to stave off her fourth orgasm in a row.

“So full, so deliciously full, Oh, My god, so full.” The voice trailed off to a whisper. 

When Monique reached up to cup and then pinch Julie’s nipples, Julie came in a thunderous unusually loud vocal orgasm, loosing her footing and dropping down on not only my clit, but also Monique’s dildo which was now about three quarters buried in her tight has .

“Oh fuck, yes, fuck yes, Mistress, fuck me, Oh, My God, this is intense, I, I, never thought it would happen this way, my first double penetration, Oh, My, god, yes, fuck me do me, Oh, Yes, fuck yes, so full, so fucking full, Oh, My god, yes.”

Another eruption. Julie’s earthquake orgasm was another full body exercise event, her cunt and ass squeezing both the long love rods deeply penetrating her love tunnels. Her spasms were nearly out of control and but for Monique holding her by her shoulders, she might have toppled over.  

Julie’s chest was bright red, a tell tale sign of her arousal and the amount of pussy squirting juice all over me was the icing on the double layered cake.

“You wanted to get fucked, well, you get fucked my love.”

Julie was speechless and just collapsed onto me, our nipples coincidently  matched up as she fell over. We just stayed in the Julie sandwich for several minutes while Julie calmed down. Finally, Monique pulled out of Julie’s ass and helped her rock forward to allow my clit to escape the clutches of her tight cunt.

Someone whispered in the back, “that was fucking hot,” and no one needed to say more, but Monique did.

“Now, whose next?”

first in line was a slight and pretty natural blonde named Alice, who apart from Ashley and me was the youngest-looking girl in our class. Ever since her first seduction by an exotic and elegant Malaysian air hostess during a long-haul flight to Singapore when she was only 17, Alice had adored having sex with women, and she had been frustrated by my incomprehension of, and indifference to, the overtures that she had made since I had transferred into Vixen college. Now, however, now, as bound, I would have no choice but to fulfil her desires!

Standing in front of me, Alice shed her slinky knee-length navy blue dressing gown to reveal a vision of pale-skinned girlish flesh, for beneath it she was completely naked apart from a pair of milky-white traditional stockings and the pink suspender belt to which they were clipped. Rather like a rabbit caught in the headlights of an onrushing car, I stared at the beautiful blonde’s body and the parted puffy lips of her clean-shaven Venus mound. After a short pause to savor my stunned mixture of admiration and apprehension, Alice stepped forwards, turned around, lithely swung one leg over each side of the armchair, bent over supporting herself with hands on my thighs, and backed and lowered her moist gash to within a few inches of my face. After a quick glance towards Monique to ensure that she had permission, which was given with an amused nod, Alice reach back, grabbed a fistful of my silky soft brunette hair and made an impromptu high, tight pony tail atop my head.

‘Oh! Alice! I have so wanted you, desired you from afar, you are so cute, so petite, so innocent, I did not know, could not know.”

I only had the chance to get out a few words before my mouth was slapped into the wet warm cunt of the beautiful petite girl, accessing her from behind, my nose tickling her anal star as I would sink my tongue between her folds.  I was a little stunned at how aggressive Alice was in forcing her cunt into my face, as Alice’s gaping labia covered my mouth and reduced my words to muffled incoherence. In the course of trying to complete whatever it was I had been attempting to say, my tongue slid into Alice’s slit, causing the blonde to give a delicious shiver, and to moan:

‘Eat me! Eat my pussy, you sexy vixen! I’ve been wanting you for so long – make me cum, make me cum on your face – eat me, and then drink me!’

This was my second oral encounter with another girl’s pussy that night , but it was my first proper exploration of a vagina’s lush intricate giving moist folds and  warmness, and her first opportunity fully to savor the exotic sweet-and-sour mixture of juices that flow from a lubricated slit from this angle. I found it strangely exciting, even enticing, and my inhibitions and reluctance fell away.

I began to lap at Alice’s pussy, squirming my tongue inwards and swirling it around, I did not really know what technique Alice would like, but I knew them all and used a variety of tongue flicking, teeth nibbling, lip sucking, and full mouth French kissing to please my new Mistress for the moment.  This experience, together with her obvious willingness to eat cunt, quickly sent the already highly-aroused blonde into the sexual stratosphere. Reaching down between her legs, she cupped my full, pert breasts and softly caressed them, and the contrast of this soft feminine gentleness with Monique’s violent assault was the final element in my conversion to – or, more accurately, my admission and acceptance of my fully lesbian sexual orientation. I felt a thrill of triumph when Alice released my breasts and clutched at my thighs for support, pressing her pelvis against my face as she quivered in unmistakable orgasm and cried out sharply in the joy of her moment of release.   I continued sucking her cunt cum juices for as long as they were flowing, even pointing my tongue and making an attempt to lick her beautiful anal star before she was through and it was time for the next girl. Clambering off me, Alice gave her a satisfied smile and then bent forwards and softly kissed my face, nibbling along my pouty lips and sending a shiver down my spine. .

‘Thank you, Mandy – that was nice, in fact pretty damn good for someone who I thought would be a novice at pussy-eating. I’m going to give you lots of opportunities over the next few weeks to practice and get even better’, said Alice, adding with a wink: ‘I think you’d like that, wouldn’t you?’

Blushing with pleasure more than shame or embarrassment, I shyly nodded my agreement as the girls standing around her laughed and clapped their hands in glee.

‘You see!’ observed Monique lounging in her throne chair in triumph, ‘I told you she’d be a pussy-girl, I told you she’s a natural lesbian– I can tell, I don’t exactly know how, but I know when a girl needs to be taken and lezzie-fucked, even when she doesn’t even know it herself – like this stupid little show-off bitch! But she’s learning her place now, oh yeah! And it’s under our cunts, that’s her place from now on, with her tongue out and her legs spread wide! She’ll shut her fucking mouth in the classroom, and she’ll fuck us with her mouth in the showers and the bedrooms, that’s how it is from now on! Ain’t it, Mandy cunt, yeah? Ain’t that how it’s goanna be, bitch?’

Round-eyed and breathless, I gazed up at my conquering rapist, but offered no physical resistance or any longer even a verbal protest – in fact, my silence spoke volumes about the sudden change that had been wrought in my psyche, and gave the clearest evidence yet of how far I had journeyed down the road of sapphic submission. Grinning gleefully at her victim’s unconditional surrender, Monique stood up, straddled the cute girl, gripped my jaw in one hand and brought her own fully-shaven prominent pudenda up to my mouth. She then instructed me in a sharp commanding tone:

‘So – show me your submission, you slut – show me! Worship my cunt and lick my slit, and show that you’re my pussy-girl, show me you’re my lezzie pussy-eating slut!’

I had no further will to faux resist, and, I found in wonderment, my unleashed desire to do whatever her new Mistress desired. With barely any hesitation, I leaned forwards the few inches that the strict bondage allowed me, and placed a series of soft submissive kisses down Monique’s vaginal lips, from top to bottom and then back again. Then I extended my long tongue, delicately slid it between the White rose Girl’s labia, and licked slowly around her hot pink gash. Monique’s nostrils flared and her tits became rigidly hard, but after a moment she pulled back, as she had no intention of allowing me the privilege of making her cum again right then. However, she reassured me by patting me gently on the cheek, and murmuring an approving ‘Good girl, you’re coming on well, you can finish me off soon enough... ha ha, lots of other times!’

Monique then stood aside to enjoy watching the gang-bang that would finally confirm my new place in the order of things, as I, the new bottom lesbian slut, was now available and submissive to anyone who chose to have me. The dominant Head Girl airily waved the others on, and chuckled as she said:

‘Well, this cunt’s all yours now, my sweethearts, I declare her officially open for use – so, go on, fuck her brains out! Yeah, she’s so sure she’s got so many, little Miss Smart-Ass, so let’s see how much she can take! Ride ’er, cowgirls – ride her good and ride her hard!’

I gulped with fear, and yet also with a strange undercurrent of electric excitement, as the two black T Girls in the group stepped forward to double-team me. Misty and Sissy were both the daughters of Jamaican parents, and their common ethnic background and shared secret of being T Girl lesbians had drawn them together into being an inseparable couple – very best friends to those who did not know the truth, and red hot T Girl lesbian lovers to those who did, and who were often rewarded by a threesome or foursome with the insatiable Afro-Caribbean pair. Both of the statuesque dusky babes were endowed with a thrusting ass, wide hips and enticingly large swaying breasts, and now Misty shoved first one of her huge brown tits and then the other into my gasping mouth. After a moment, she resumed an upright position and pushed her meaty throbbing clit into my mouth. Her clit was more average size and I could deep throat her easily, but nonetheless, cherished my new oral toy just the same. Misty ordered, “Eat me, take me deep, , bitch, and make it good!’

At the same time, Sissy knelt between my spread and bound legs, and focused her attention on my large, rock hard clit. Wrapping her large hands around my clit, she inserted two fingers into my ass and slow stroked the marble hard clit pumped up by the clit ring .

Sissy spread my tender anal star fully apart to reveal the dark pink and glistening flesh surrounding the entrance to my back passage, and then Sissy used the two longest fingers of her right hand to trace her fingernails tantalizingly up and down my clit shaft, made all the more sensitive by the clit ring. The effect of this stimulus upon me was pulsating erotic, and it sent waves of arousal coursing through my body. As if this was not enough, Sissy then changed her technique: placing the  tip of my clit into her wet, warm and inviting mouth. Sissy loved to give head and my gorgeous, long clit was something of a fantasy for her. 

Sissy sank another two fingers into my anal tunnel, sliding home almost all four of her fingers to her thumb. Then the busty Afro-Caribbean began to twist her hand, rotating it through 90 degrees on one side and then back to 90 degrees to the other, while on each pass her thumb rasped across my tender and sensitive skin between her anal star and her clit, never stopping her tender licking, flicking and sucking of my clit with her long, wet tongue and mouth.

I began to quiver, although I could hardly believe that my body was capable of more orgasms. Nevertheless, soon I was gasping in the throes of a rapidly-mounting climax, feeling the expert tongue lashing of Sissy swirling and suckling my clit deep into her mouth an throat. Misty, taking a moment to pull back so that I could play with my tongue on the underside of her delicious T Girl clit, I had a moment with nothing in my mouth .

Feeling like she was a crazed surfer riding a tidal wave that was about to crash over into pounding spray, I ceased my energetic licking of Misty’s clit head , and cried out:

“Oh! Yes, make me come! ... ooohh! do me, please, YES! make me COME! ... make me – OWWW!!”

My words were cut off by a shriek, as an impatient Misty slapped me across the face, and snapped at me:

“Shit, bitch! Stop your mouthing off, and mouth ME off! Get that fucking tongue out, prepare to suck me hard. Too bad you are all tied up with limited head angle movement or I would plunge my clit into your pretty throat. I am the focus of your world now you stupid bitch. Got it? Stick that tongue out.”

With that, Misty grabbed the back of my head and ground her smooth, hairless clit and pelvis as deep as my head angle would allow. My cries were now muffled, but the impact upon Misty of her increased pressure against her clit and the renewed attention I was giving to her blow job was immediate. Misty’s rough assertiveness paid off. The consequences of my eager blow job were that only moments later, Misty was overtaken by her most explosive climax in some time, shooting squirt after squirt of her love juice directly into my mouth Misty felt the suckling attention I was giving her and while she had thought of pulling out and marking me, her new bitch, with her cum, the feeling of me licking and milking her love pole was just too good to withdraw entirely from my warm, eager mouth. Misty was shuddering with a prolonged orgasm and they were transmitted directly into my mouth, giving me all the feedback I needed to continue my oral licking and sucking action .

Misty’s orgasm earned me no respite, for at once Misty finally withdrew her softening clit from my mouth, she exchanged places with her sister / lover, and I was presented with Sissy’s dark-skinned clit for oral servicing. Sissy, who still had a mouthful of my cum, line up her mouth directly above her clit which was poised right at the entrance of my open mouth with tongue extended.   While I looked up expectantly at my new dark-skinned lover, Sissy dribbled out my cum onto her hard clit with bomber pilot accuracy. The long strand of cum hit her clit and immediately flowed into my open mouth as it dripped off the tip of Sissy’s clit. Monique was mesmerized . Sissy kept up this cum dribble for 60 seconds and it was so solacious, so erotic, so fucking hot. Finally, sissy pushed her hips forward and let me enclose my full, red lips around Sissy’s love pole which was longer than Misty’s and a bit thicker.

Meanwhile, Misty crouched down and knelt between my tone, tan and bound thighs. Misty began flicking her long fingernails sharply up and down my clit, eliciting moans of pain and pleasure from me, one who had never experienced such sensations before. The impacts inflicted a sharp stinging pain that was also curiously – even disturbingly – arousing in its effects, and I would have given in to a series of rising high-pitched squeals in response, if my mouth and nose had not been almost suffocated with Sissy jamming her clit into my mouth.

As it was, the combination of the jolting stings on my own clit, and the rich musky smell and dark chocolate texture of sissy’s meaty clit sent me into overdrive until my almost frantic oral efforts hit Sissy’s favorite sensitive under head clit area and took her to the crest of climax and beyond, flooding my mouth with another load of yummy, love cream from the African queen.

The two black girls grinned to each other and high-fived in satisfaction as they stepped aside to leave the field clear for others, while I floundered and panted for breath. I had been relatively fortunate so far, in that Alice, Misty, and Sissy were of calm and equable temperament, so that my poisonous classroom conduct had only irritated rather than really infuriated them. This was not true of the next girl in line, for Stephanie had suffered nearly as much as Monique from my put-downs. A tall girl with light-brown hair whose mother was from the Czech Republic, she had grown up speaking both Czech and English in the family home. The consequence was that, although fluently bilingual, she had a noticeable trace of central Europe in her English accent. Me, playing the Little Miss Know-it-all part, and a rich bitch   at that, I had foolishly and with great condescension several times corrected Stephanie’s pronunciation and her grammar in front of the other girls in the class, saying with an insincere smirk that it was ‘just to be helpful’. Now, oh yes, now I regretted my stupidity very much indeed, and I gulped and swallowed as I saw the hard glitter in the Slavic girl’s dark brown eyes and the vindictive expression on her face.

Looking down at the spread legs, hard clit and gaping anal tunnel of the defenseless minx, Stephanie licked her lips in anticipation and thought that the famous saying was quite wrong in this instance: revenge was not a dish best served cold at all – it was best when hot, sexually red hot in lust-fueled anger! She held out a hand towards Monique, who understood at once what was wanted. The dyke White rose Girl picked up her strap-on, and buckled it in place on the lithe brunette. Then, with a fond soft slap on Stephanie ass, she breathed in the Czech girl’s ear: “do her, babe, hard as you like – rip her a new hole!”

“She’s goanna need this – goanna need something to chew on!” declared Stephanie ominously, as she fixed the ball-gag back into my aching mouth and tightened it firmly in place around my head, taking the opportunity to whisper to me, “This is all for show as I, too, really love your body and would never hurt you or your sweet ass. Make like you are in pain, but I will be making love to you now, and just you wait, later on as often as we can. I masturbate to pics I have secretly taken of you in that cute, skin tight custom college uniform and want you to strip tease it off for me later. Promise?”

I, wide eyed and a bit shocked could only nod my agreement. The introduction into this world of lesbian and T Girl community was so much better than I had hoped, and it was getting better with each new girl I met.

Wanting to play the part well, I faux whimpered as a humorless, feral smile spread across the face of the tall Slavic brunette who was standing between my open legs and gazing with hunger at my anal star which had recovered enough to wink in anticipation of what was to come. Even before Stephanie touched me, I began to pant for breath through my flaring nostrils as I was gagged, trying my best to pretend to be in a panic, and then, when I realized the other girl’s intention, I howled into the muzzling gag. For I was going to be the perfect movie starlet, acting like I did not know of Stephanie’s ass-bandit reputation – that she loved most of all dildo-fucking another girl’s anal star. In fact, she had recently nearly got into serious trouble with the College authorities by inducing some eagerly lesbian sixteen year-old local high school girls to take it that way, and it was only the circumstance that the bum-fucked chicks had enjoyed it so much and kept coming back for more, and Stephanie acceptance of an anal gang-rape herself from a group of the female professors as a punishment, that had saved her from expulsion.

Now the Czech brunette grabbed the dildo to make sure it was well seated in her cunt, moaning a little as she could work the 6 inches in her cunt around an onto her G Spot, crouched down and pushed the knob of the dildo into the winking opening of my ass-hole. Stephanie paused for a long moment, savoring the resistance of the tight opening and relishing the sexual terror that she saw on my face, before using her greater height and weight and her position of leverage to force the plastic rod relentlessly into my quaking anal tunnel. With my eyes bulging in faux pain, I faux thrashed and struggled to the very limited amount that the bondage would permit me, giving an acting performance worthy of an Oscar, but I had been lashed into place by an expert and could barely move. Strange yelping noises were audible around and through the ball-gag in my mouth. Stephanie began a steady rhythm of withdrawals which were then each immediately followed by a mercilessly deep ploughing back into my pink, puffy and well lubricated anal star.

In fact, while there was some pain, it was mostly all pleasure as Stephanie knew exactly how to locate my anal G Spot and was exploiting all her knowledge to see if she could give me an anal orgasm without touching my lovely engorged clit. I was amazed at the ease with which my ass had dilated for Stephanie as she  thrust forward with what others thought was anger in her countenance, but was actually a deep lustful emotional response to the moment. 

Stephanie’s excitement was noticed by me, who with increasing excitement tried my best to wiggle my ass so that on each inward thrust, Stephanie’s G Spot would be massaged by the 6 inch dildo within her dripping cunt. Then, to my incredulity, my body began to respond to the sexual stimulus, as I began reflexively thrusting back against Stephanie’s pile-driving inward strokes. Sensing this, Stephanie began slapping my full, round an perky tied up exposed breasts, making sure to evenly redden them with hard sounding slaps, some right on my erect nipples. This harsh treatment only triggered all those training sessions I had learned to crave from my  guardian Mistress, and suddenly my pelvis bucked and rocked in the throes of my second anal only nonejaculatory climax of the evening. Seeing and feeling this, Stephanie felt such a surge of vindicated triumph that – to her own surprise – she orgasmed as well, a dribble of her cum leaking out of her cunt and onto my ass. Stephanie leaned down an whispered, “Did you like that my pet. You are so luscious, so fucking beautiful, you made me cum with you. I have never cum that fast in my life Thanks babe, and your acting was perfect.” A deep French kiss followed and then Stephanie slowly backed away, allowing the full length of the 10 inch dildo to erotically withdraw from the slippery anal tunnel of the cutest girl Stephanie had ever fucked.

The remaining two girls of the group of six were Rebecca, the aristocratic daughter of the Marquis of Donoughclere (which gave her the courtesy title of Lady Rebecca, although neither her fellow pupils or teachers actually used that), and Lena. The latter was a classic round-figured, snub-nosed and freckled Irish redhead, whilst Rebecca had a short mop of almost black and riotously curly hair. Rebecca’s greatest passion was actually riding horses and she was an accomplished show-jumper with cups and medals to prove it, but she was nearly as happy when she was riding a girl instead.

After taking the ball gag out of my mouth and ordering me to “warm me up, bitch!” by presenting me with her smooth, bald and hairless pussy to lick,  Rebecca stepped through the arms of the bondage chair, and like Julie, chose to empale herself onto my beautifully hard and swollen 10 inch clit . Rebecca looked me right in the eyes as she reached down, lifted up my python of a clit, and rubbed the head up and down her slit to lubricate it with her love juices which were freely flowing from her cunt. With a long, deep sigh, Rebecca cork screwed down very, very slowly with tight, small hip circles. Rebecca was going to enjoy this When Rebecca was only half way down my love pole, she cupped her left breast and presented her erect nipple to me to suckle and enjoy. â€œSuckle this like your life depended on it bitch!”

I, an expert at nipple nuzzling, sucking, suckling, nibbling and tongue flicking, took on the challenge. Rebecca’s instant moans of pleasure from the stimulation her cunt was receiving from my ever deeper clit in her cunt, and the attention she was getting from my talented mouth and tongue were pure lust. Rebecca threw her head back several times right when I had her nipple between my teeth, and I realized that Rebecca liked a little pain with her pleasure

When Rebecca had finally bottomed out after a tantalizing 10 minutes of her cork screwing action, she was in heaven. This was like no riding lesson she had ever taken, not even those with the dildo incorporated into her riding saddle. This was amazing and Rebecca was soon pushed over the edge with a mind blowing, full body orgasm, causing her to stiffen and drop her entire weight onto her cunt, empaling herself as deep as was possible with my clit. She just writhed and wiggled for what seemed like 2 full minutes as her spasms and moans continued with her bucking like a girl on a bouncing horse. 

“Fucking amazing, just the best.” Rebecca got out between panting breaths. â€œYou will be in my stable soon bitch. I am going to ride you as often as I can.” A loving kiss followed to which I responded with a lively and luxurious tongue dance back into the royal’s mouth.

Rebecca was not done yet, and was just getting into her stride . Rebecca grabbed two fist full of my silky brunette hair and wound then into make shift braids as if they were reigns on a horse. She rode me as if I was a recalcitrant horse, applying a combination of driving mastery – with her hips swiveling rapidly to nail my clit into herself. As an improvised substitute for spurs, Rebecca would occasionally reach between my tone, fit, and tan thighs to find the softer flesh of my inner thighs, and pinch it sharply, making me howl in anguish, but writhe in extasy as well, channeling my pain and pleasure mix in my mind to push me towards another orgasm.

Despite the orgasmic marathon I was experiencing, I did not come first. Rebecca always tended to be quick to come a second time, and this was no exception, as she grunted in satisfaction and release after dropping onto my love pole no more than a couple of dozen bouncing movements, as if she was on a trotting horse. . After her second orgasm. Having achieved her own peak, Rebecca had no interest in whether I was pleasured as well – in fact, she took some enjoyable pay-back from the fact that her spurring techniques of pinching my inner thighs seemed to distract me from my mounting orgasm . Little did she know  that I was in full control and just chose not to orgasm with her, as a form of secret punishment as all girls delight in making their lovers cum, a treat I was going to deny Rebecca.

The semi-circle of lesbians around me seemed to think that I was in need of another orgasm, and applauded maliciously at my seemingly discomfort and need to cum, refusing to satisfy it and instead letting me subside into a state of seemingly frustrated semi-arousal.  Rebecca dismounted me just like she was getting off a horse and patted my neck like she was complementing a mare she had taken out for a ride in the country. 

“Good girl. Such a good girl.”

Once my breathing had returned to a normal pace, the redheaded Lena stepped forward to enjoy her turn. Removing the deep brown kimono-style wrap which she had been wearing (and which had so tastefully complemented her hair), her first move was to stand immediately in front of me, but with her back towards me. I was initially puzzled as to what this meant – but only for a second, for Lena then bent forwards from the waist, almost as if she was practicing a ‘touch your toes’ limbering-up exercise. She then, like Alice, threaded her legs through the arms of the chair, with her ass towards my face. I thought I would be given another opportunity to demonstrate my cunt licking skills, but this was not the case

Lena thrusted her ass in front of my face and then pressed it backwards upon me. My mouth and nose disappeared into the cleavage between Lena’s shapely ass cheeks which Lena was pulling apart to spread wide. I then knew, even before I had been ordered to do so, I began kissing and licking all around the redhead’s anal star and the broad base of her slit.

As this anal stimulus was proceeding, Lena reached through between her own thighs and thrust first one finger, and then two, into my anal star, twirling them around to widen the opening even more. I gave a slight yelp as she felt a third finger join the other two, and now the thrusts became both deeper and harder. Then I started to wonder as Lena inserted a fourth finger, and then her thumb folded in  as well, alternating between using them in line vertically to splice my gaping star,  and compressing all five of them into a kind of cone. as Lena used the opening made by her 5 fingers to squirm and push her whole hand into my wiggling anal passage.

I shrieked. I had not expected this and it was just a surprise.   Not sure why, but my mind was elsewhere when her knuckles penetrated my anal star ring. Back to training sessions with my Guardian Mistress.

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I was familiar with anal fisting, and in fact, learned to enjoy it with my guardian Mistress who  would often walk up on me as I would be sunning myself along side the elegantly shaped pool at my guardian Mistress’s chateau style manner house. With me on my tummy, and without any bathing suit on to eliminate any tan lines, she would wander up to me in her own spectacular micro mini bikini, barely covering her firm, ful breasts and just large enough to hold her clit in place. She would saunter up, many times with a flute of champagne in her hand, and then ask if I needed any more sun screen lotion.   I would ask, innocently: “sun screen?” She would sometimes respond with “I see that your back side might need some more.”  This was code speak for me and I knew what would come next. 

I would dutifully, and in my best baby voice, preen: “Yes, Mistress. Could you put more lotion on, and in me please?” I would draw out the “in me” part. I would put a ring pillow  with collar bone support under my face  and neck so that I could be face down without turning my head. I would get into the proper position so that I would be able to breathe with a straight spine, put my knees in the padded, custom installed knee holsters on either side of the lounge chair to push up my ass and spread my knees, arch my back just a bit, spread my legs so that my cute, firm, teenager ass was on full display for her, while balancing on my knees and collar bones, allowing my firm, perky teenager budding breasts to dangle beneath me. I would reach back    with my hands, open my ass cheeks as far as I could, and purr: “I am ready for you now Mistress.   I recall that on the first of these sessions on the 4^th of July in one of my first Summers at the Chateau as a very young lady, she started out slow, using her surgically elongated talented tongue to lick my anal star, probe me with it, get me to start moaning for it as she would tease my anal star with her long tongue to start winking for her.  If I had been a good girl, she would treat me with an anal G Spot orgasm, using her long tongue to massage my anal G Spot, and Oh, My, God, I wanted to be a good girl for her as those preparatory moments of my anal fisting sessions were heaven sent. To this day, I have never experienced anyone who could give a better rim job than my guardian Mistress with that tongue . After she got me to start winking my anal star at her, Maybe even achieving a hands free anal orgasm, she would then begin the session. It must have been quite the sight by the pool. Me, a very young lady, cute, small smooth and firm ass up, head down an with a Goddess kneeling behind me with her long tongue out rimming my anal star. While I may have been only a very young lady that first time, I felt like a much older woman as  I had the body, attitude,  closet full of sexy clothes, and sexual experience of a 29 year old super model. ,  Basically, it all added up to diminish the value of 4^th of July celebrations for me, other than to expect some new form of training to begin with my guardian Mistress ..

As my guardian Mistress would finish her rim job, she would remove the rings from her right hand, the bangles from her right wrist, and open up her favorite coconut oil bottle of lube, She liked this particular brand as it had a nozzle opening that was perfect for her to insert directly into my anal star and squeeze, depositing a healthy portion directly and deeply into me. She would then put some on her hand and start with a single finger. I would purr with pleasure and whimper like a girl being punished, but I knew that she loved this role playing. Then two fingers, inserting them, twisting them, pulling them apart when inside my anal star to test my resilience. Then a third and fourth finger. She would just stare at my beautiful ass as I would moan with pleasure at her fingering my anal passage. I would wiggle my ass and start making small circling motions and this would be her signal to kick the training session into the next gear. I would feel it. She would fold her thumb into her palm, put the 5 digits into a cone like configuration, and offer me soothing encouragements like “Just relax baby girl. Push back onto my hand, push out with your anal star like you are going to the bathroom, breathe in deeply. You are such a good girl, such an obedient girl, such a beautiful girl.” I would let out a long, low moan when the knuckles of her right hand reached my anal star opening and would close my eyes in concentration as the full width of her knuckles entered me.  In the beginning of these training sessions on that particular 4^th of July, it hurt initially, but later on in that session and for all subsequent sessions, after repeated anal fisting sessions by the pool, I learned to work my ass tunnel expertly and she adored how I could take not only her fist, but part of her wrist, all the while, working my anal muscles to let her feel how I could massage her hand and wrist with my anal tunnel talent. As she would slowly, gently push all the way in, she would stroke my beautiful ass and tell me what a good girl I was. She would always end each session with her fist on my anal G Spot and I would scream in orgasmic relief when she would continuously twist her fist right on my anal G Spot, making me squirt my cum onto the towel on which I was laying, if she had not instructed me to put on a mini condom cap to capture my cum so I could savor it afterwards.  The padded knee stirrups allowed my clit to swing free beneath me and I just loved coming hands free like that, pulling my ass cheeks as far apart as I could to coax her to go further, deeper.  She would pat me on the ass and gently, ever so gently, withdraw her hand and tell me that someday, I would be in  a position where another might think that this would hurt me, but that with this training, I would never be hurt.

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I found myself thinking of all those poolside anal fisting sessions as Lena continued.  â€œlube her right”  Lena barked at Julie.

Julie, walked over with some anal lube and squirted it onto Lena’s hand, all the while, I was working my hard pointed tongue into Lena’s anal star, and she was squirming at the attention. 

Lena quickly , maybe too quickly for her, realized that I could not only take her fist, both her forearm as well.   Lena thought that I was an innocent little girl, and right then, I decided to give  her a show.

“oh no, please no, too much, I never, no, please no.”

I panted these faux protests but never stopped licking and penetrating Lena’s anal star with my tongue which was making its way farther and farther up her back door passage, while her arm was making its way up mine . I knew, what she must have not, that because of her 69 position with me, she could only get so much of her arm in me in any event, so I just enjoyed the sensation, reliving all those anal G Spot orgasms I achieved by the pool with my guardian Mistress.

Lena had been wanting to fist-fuck  me, the beautiful rich bitch, for weeks, and that I was a T Girl only added to the sadistic pleasure Lena extracted from the moment. Lena knew that to avoid inflicting a serious injury, she would have to let others take their rides first. Now, she relished giving me my first fisting of the evening. I did enjoy the sensation, and I jerked convulsively under the wrenching and shocking impacts of the fist that seemed to be half-way up my colon.

My universe shrank to consist only of Lena’s ass, which I sucked, penetrated, and licked in frenetic fright, trying to get Lena off. The amazing sensations emanating from the fisting of my ass were delightful. The sensation of fullness with a fist in your ass is just something to aspire to, I thought, savoring the moment.

Lena was so excited with my tongue in her ass and her fist in my ass, that she soon was at the point of no return with her anal stimulated climax. I suddenly matched Lena’s climax with one of my own when Lena found my anal G Spot and massaged it like a professional. I spasmed in my tightly-lashed bondage, as I experienced a spontaneous orgasm when Lena found and tweaked my anal G Spot with all five of her fingers. My orgasm was so fully and profoundly powerful that for a moment I fainted.

However, I was only out of circulation for a few moments. As consciousness returned, I began to think that my ordeal might be coming to a close.

At first, it seemed that I might be right, as Monique and Marci swiftly and expertly untied the ropes binding my arms, legs, torso and tits. In fact, I had misjudged the situation, surprisingly since I pride myself on mathematics. I had made a mistake in basic arithmetic logic. The six girls who had arrived at Julie’s summons had all satiated their lusts, but the girls who had been guarding the doors were still there to satisfy.  Now that I was unbound, I was positioned in front of the bondage chair and the 3 girls who had been guarding the door all came around and approached me. They were all a bit naive, young and inexperienced, probably why they had been given door duty. 

“Please them Mandy. Use that beautiful clit, your mouth, your fingers, your entire body, and give them an orgasm they will never forget.” Monique’s words were cool, almost detached as if she, also, had forgotten about them and was annoyed at the delay to the next phase. 

I took Monique’s instructions to heart and quickly made love to each of them in a foursome for all time. I looked around and noticed that the large, ornate, fireplace  on the central support wall in the dorm library was ablaze with a roaring gas fire and that there was a plush, white bear skin rug in front of it. I walked over, got on my hands and knees, ushered one girl to laydown in front of me with her pussy at my head, another to crawl underneath me so that we were my clit to her pussy, and had the third lay face up on top of the first girl so that their pussies were stacked right on top of each other. The girls were so wet, so aroused, that it was nothing for me to enter the girl’s cunt underneath me with a loud moan of extasy from her as I bottomed out. I used my mouth on the top girl in front of me and my fingers on the girl on bottom in front of me.  It was all too much for  the girls in front as they both climaxed within 5 minutes, the girl with my large clit inside her cumming 3 times in the same span of time.  Monique was impressed. She quickly thanked the girls for their guard duty and told them to get back at it. I was a little surprised at the callousness   Monique displayed towards the young girls, but this was her show, so I went with it.

Returning her attention to me and taking a firm grip on my arms, Monique and Marci lifted me up off the white bear skin rug, and held me upright – support which was very necessary, as  the combination of the euphoria induced by repeated climaxes, physical exhaustion and the pain of returning circulation after the long bondage sessions all made me totter and struggle to keep my balance despite my sex training. The 6 inch stilettos  were challenging and this moment was my first real opportunity to stand and walk in them.

“get that bag.” Monique barked to Ashley. 

Ashley quickly brought over the bag that Julie had brought for Monique earlier. She reached in and pulled out her panties and matching bra of the experimental Peaso technology impact reactant fabric sports uniform Coach Givens had given her on her birthday. 

“let’s get her into this. Julie, come help.”

With careful attention to the detail of how the garment was to fit onto a petite girl’s body, Monique, Marci and Julie tugged the panties up my legs, having a very difficult time dealing with my clit which was still hard. After some thoughtful engineering adaptations, they got the XX small crotchless panties up and onto my hips, my still rock hard  clit proudly extending out and up from the crotchless garment. The girls made sure that the cleft of my cute, firm, perky  ass was parted by the deep seem of the panties. The garment was very cute on me, accentuating my svelte, tone and tan thighs, my tiny waist, and my cute, high firm ass. Then the bra. They had to tighten the straps a bit to make sure it was a snug fit, but it turned out that my 32D tits fit perfectly as Monique and I were the exact same size in this category. In the athletic bra, my nipples were positioned just under the hem of the upper part of the cup and they looked so beautiful. Firm, perky, and with just the right amount of cleavage. 

“Wha, what is this?” I finally got out, a bewildered look on my face.

‘You will see, um, I mean feel, in a moment.” Monique was giddy with excitement for her new fuck toy.

“You are going to love this baby.” Monique said with a wink.

I just stood there, bra, crotchless Panties with my large erect clit proudly on full display, white thigh high stockings and 6 inch stilettos. I found a mirror on one wall and caught a glimpse of me in it. I was strikingly beautiful , despite just being raped for over 2 hours. 

Monique lined up all  the girls in a line, stood behind me to steady me, as needed, and instructed each girl to spank, pinch, twist, or otherwise impact my skin covered by the special fabric.

Most had never seen the experimental uniform and were not familiar with its unique properties, so when Marci, first up, told me to turn around and stick out my ass, she was not sure what to expect. Monique did and moved forward to support me by reaching under me, and putting her palms on my full, pert tits in the special bra, holding me up. As Marci started. 

Marci swung hard and slapped my ass with a loud crack. The hand print on the garment was instantly visible, as was my shriek when the electric jolt of pain and heat hit my pert, upturned ass. Good thing Monique was supporting me as I jolted forward and would have fallen off my stilettos but for Monique’s assistance. Monique noticed that my nipples hardened in her palms when the electric jolt interacted with my ass cheek skin to create the expected heat. So many erotic fantasies popped into Monique’s head right at that moment, reliving her experience on her 19^th birthday, she stopped paying attention to Marci.

Marci liked this game and immediately started a continuous barrage of spanks onto my cute ass, making sure that every inch of the fabric was glowing bright and my ass was feeling super heated. 

Monique had forgotten to tell the girls that they needed to share the fuck toy with all, so after Marci had given me 30 or 40 hard spanks on my cute ass which was glowing red, she cleared her throat to get Marci’s attention. 

“Girls, there is plenty to go around so please share with all. Our new fuck toy is not going anywhere until you all have had your fun, but space things out. We do not want to wear her out too soon.”

 Ashley got the hint. After Marci moved aside, Ashley stepped up and commanded me to face her. Ashley reached up and cupped my magnificent breasts in her hands, circled my erect nipples showing through the fabric an with her thumb an forefinger, pinched, slightly twisting them as she applied more an more pressure. Ashley’s dominatrix persona surfaced again, to my delight. My face winced in pain but Ashley’s smiled in delight, feeling the heat quickly forming under her fingers. Ashley spent the next full 5 minutes twisting and pulling my nipples until I was panting in pain an pleasure .  Ashely, facing me, leaned in and kissed me, “You are a good girl, such a good girl. I am going to have such fun with you in the future. I just love your new submissive side. ” As she snaked her tongue into my mouth.

Julie was next and in a surprise move, asked that I remain facing her. Julie moved forward until she and I were just inches apart. Grabbing my hands and putting them around her neck and placing her hands on my hips, Julie pushed me down until the head of my still rock hard clit was at the level of Julie’s pussy. Julie spread her legs and locked eyes with me, blowing me a soft kiss. Julie reached down, rubbed the head of my clit up and down her slit to lubricate it, and then, lifting one leg up, and over, lowered herself onto me, and then pulled me up at the same time. I surprised everyone with a tousle of Julie’s hair, “Well if I am to fuck you, I should at least give you that just been fucked look.” Julie smiled widely, and even Monique cracked a small smile at the comment.  

Julie’s facial expression was priceless as I, a bit taller than Julie in my 6 inch heels, almost lifted Julie up when my 10 inches were fully buried inside Julie’s luscious cunt with me standing upright. Face to face, nipples to nipples, Julie could feel the heat in my impact reaction bra, and she marveled at how hard my nipples were through the fabric. We both leaned in for a deep French kiss while Julie reached around an started slapping my hot ass in the impact reaction panties. Twenty spanks on each cheek, but she waited about 20 seconds between each spank so that her love for me could be expressed with her lively tongue in my mouth. I reacted quickly and thrusted up and into Julie like a first time lover as we kissed passionately, lifting Julie up with each upward thrust of my hips.  I so wanted to drop her hands and grab Julie’s fine ass as I fucked her in the standing missionary position, but when I tried to trace her fingers down Julie’s back, Julie immediately pushed my arms back up to her neck. Julie did not want any interference with the swing of her arm to give hard, firm slaps on my pert, cute ass.

Julie’s hand felt the extremely hot fabric on my ass  with each slap, and her nipples felt the heat coming from my bra. With a 10 inch love pole thrusting into her deepest regions of her cunt, Julie came on the 40^th spank of my firm ass, squirming, wiggling, an dribbling her cunt juice down our legs. .

“Sorry Mistress, I just could not help myself,” Julie said to Monique as she continued slowly grinding her hips in a small circle working my deeply buried clit up into her spasming pussy. 

“Bad girl Julie,” Monique said with a wink. Give the others a turn.

One by one, Alice, Stephanie, Misty, Sissy, Rebecca, and Lena took their respective turns pinching and whipping me in the unique uniform. 

Lena, again, demonstrated her special affection for ass when it was her turn. Since the panties gave full access to my anal star,, Lena positioned me to bend over at the waist, stick my ass up in the air with straight legs and arched back. She proceeded to work her entire fist into my ass again, and then with her free hand, she unleashed a barrage of hard spanks on my very hot ass. She held me in place like a hand puppet as she spanked me. Lena did not stop until she had achieved her goal of working my anal G Spot into a fever and causing me to buck with an anal, hands free  orgasm, of course, with the dutiful Julie right there in front and under me to wrap her luscious red lips around my clit head, hands gently stroking my long shaft to coax out the cum into her mouth. 

Monique, a bit annoyed at Julie again, nudged Julie with her foot. â€œI will kick your ass if you do not stop all this nonsense my love!”

Sissy and Misty, again, tag teamed me with Misty positioning herself behind me, slipping her clit into my well used ass, and Sissy facing me lifting up her leg to guide my love pole into her own ass. In a standing Mandy sandwich, both ebony girls slapped, pinched and tweaked my nipples and breasts  through the special fabric while a dual fuck session ensued. I not only  ended up with a load of cum in my ass, but one on my trim tummy as Sissy jacked herself off while being fucked by my love pole.

Part 6: Mandy and Monique Make Love.

The gleam in Monique’s eye was unmistakable as Sissy and Misty untangled themselves from me. I did my best to tussle and straighten my hair, readjust my bra which was still hot to the touch, and try to pull up my skin tight panties  which were even hotter to the touch. The panties were so well designed, they had never moved, a tribute to the uniform manufacturer.  I just felt the deep cleft between my ass cheeks, gave a sexy, sly smile to Monique, and slapped my own ass with a pop. â€œOK girls, who is next?”

I looked quite presentable despite a trickle of Misty’s cum leaking out of my well used cute ass. Misty and sissy both gave me an appreciative kiss as they backed away, both in their post climax stupor barely able to stand.

Monique had not yet had her turn with me after the gang bang, I just stood there, stunningly beautiful in the amber glow of the firelight, the cute uniform gleaming in the glow . 

Monique walked up to me and helped me straighten my bra, tussle my hair an look lovingly into my eyes.

“You ready for me lover?” Monique purred into my ear

I quickly turned around, put my hands on my knees, straightened my legs, arched my back and presented my ass for what I thought was going to be another whipping by my new Mistress.

Monique caught me half way around and pulled me up to face her again.

Monique then leaned in for a soft, sensuous kiss. Wrapping her arms around me, Monique waited for a response. I responded by, at first tentatively, and then more deliberately,  snaking my arms around Monique’s neck and pulling her close in a lover’s embrace.

“yes, baby. I have been ready for you for a while. If it took a gang bang to demonstrate my willingness to be your good girl, then, I hoped you enjoyed the show.”  I was batting my long beautiful eye lashes and staring lovingly into Monique’s eyes.

Monique just stared with lust filled eyes at me, her gorgeous new fuck toy. She unwound from our embrace. She took my hand and led me back to the glowing fireplace embedded into the ornate wall of the library. The warmth from the fire was regenerating  and I was simply radiant in its soft amber glow, the flickering light beyond romantic, dancing across my dazzling supermodel features.

“let’s get you out of those,” Monique purred as she helped me unclasp my bra, toss it to the floor, and shimmy out of my skin tight, hot to the touch panties. Monique just softly stroked my hot skin on my ass cheeks where the fabric had been, marveling at the color. Red, but not too red, and no bruising marks at all.  She also marveled at the rest of my body which had a perfect, all over even tan, only interrupted by the visible signs of the hot bra and panties. As for my nipples, once freed from the confines of the bra and exposed to the air, they blossomed to their full erect size, about a centimeter long with cute, small areolas around each of them. My youthful resilience demonstrated my magical powers and within moments, my breasts were once again, standing proudly high atop my chest, firm, full an defying gravity, with swollen, pink and gold nipples upturned and engorged. Like erasers standing  on end, with a visible red heat line where the bra had been. My firm ass an dips had the same red heat marks on them, contrasting nicely with the white thigh high stockings I was still wearing . My clit was still experiencing the effects of my erection enhancing pills and the clit ring so it was fully engorged, erect, hard an standing up at a 45 degree angle from my svelte, trim hips, moving with each of my breaths.

“Just stunning, baby,” was all Monique could say after her close inspection of me from close range in the firelight. Even after the gang bang, these words brought a tingle to my clit and I bounced it with an involuntary clinch of my clit muscles.

Monique returned to face me after helping me to remove the uniform undergarments. She slowly moved her hand up and down my sides, and then moved to my clit which was between us, preventing her from drawing closer . She just stroked my rock hard clit shaft. I was biting my lip, looking incredibly sexy, Seductively even.

“is this the clit ring, the pills, or me?” Monique was mesmerized at how hard, yet soft my clit was, the head throbbing, veins along the shaft full and visible.

“You,” I said in a soft, demurer kitten like voice

“Well you seemed to enjoy our sessions together, but now I can take away the pretense, the acting. I want to be myself with you, to get to know you, to start over, if that is possible.” Monique was uncharacteristically looking a bit shy and vulnerable, just staring into the flickering fire.

I , never turning my head away from the fire, but interlacing my fingers with Monique’s wrapped around my clit, “You put on quite the convincing show, and the way you would pull my hair to arch my back as you bottomed out in my ass, time and time again with that massive dildo, all the while with me bound up, one might mistake you for someone other than my lover. A FemDom Mistress comes to mind. Don’t get me wrong, it was a fantasy of mine to be taken by you, to be your submissive good girl fuck toy, but, but I felt a deeper connection at times. Those winks, the tender caresses, the secret whispers, it was all so tantrically sexy, both levels of emotions playing out at the same time. Did I misread you?”

”No. You, you are so brilliant, I knew that you would get it, get me, maybe, at least I was hoping, that you would get me, to understand that I have to project that FemDom persona, but that with the right girl, I am just a kitten waiting to be cuddled, caressed, kissed.”

“You were?”

“Sorry baby, I didn’t mean to push things too far, but I must admit that you are just so fine, I just could not help myself and, damn girl, your ass. Yum. You have the best ass on campus.”

“That’s okay, it’s nice to finally experience your soft side. I knew that you might have a layered personality given your status, and I love receiving some attention. For weeks I have been hoping, praying that you would take my protagonist approach as a plea for friendship. I was beginning to feel a bit left out, with you and your, your pussy posse so full of love and willing to engage in discrete, but public displays of affection. And that Julie! It was depressing, until..”

“Until?”

“Until tonight.”

“Was that why you were so wrapped up in Julie this evening? Because you want her?”

“No baby. Its not Julie I want… It’s you. You are the one I’ve always dreamed of. The one I conjure up when masturbating, and I always cum so hard when I think of you and that cute, tight athletic body of yours, it is you. It has always been you.”

“Me?”

I nodded without saying a word, still staring into the warm glow of the fire, but squeezing Monique’s hand.

“I’m sorry baby, I didn’t know.” Monique squared up to me now. “Baby, I think you’re gorgeous, one of the most beautiful girls on campus, if not THE most beautiful.”

“Thanks, you should see me when I am not all bound up, stuffed into some type of punishment fabric! When I can just be myself”  smiling seductively. I was definitely trying to charm Monique, and it was working.

“I can only imagine the wonders you are capable of, when unleashed. Maybe we can do something about it.”

“Good, cause I think I might let you unleash me

I could only softly moan at the thought of being leashed by this beautiful girl, and then allowed to keep my collar on as she unclipped the leash to let me play with her.  The moment sinking in. causing me to smile again.

“Now, what shall we do with this?” Monique asked while she continued to slowly stroke my hard, long, clit shaft.

Monique was not exactly trying to get me to cum with her soft manipulations. It was more like fascination with a new toy.  It was more like an unconscious petting. Her delicate fingers were caressing my clit in a heavenly way, giving me the delicate attention I had craved all evening since Julie had put the clit ring so tightly around my clit.

Monique took a small step towards the fireplace and turned around. Standing with her back towards me, she slowly put her hands on the mantel and spread her legs, arching her back just a little and started a seductive hip circling dance slightly bent over with her beautiful tits dangling in front of her, getting warmed by the fire. The flames of the fire seemingly rising right up into her bald, smooth as silk female cunt. Monique was fully naked, other than her 5 inch stilettos, her dangly earrings, and her pierced belly button. She had a small, delicate tattoo of a white rose right above her ass crack, and it was amazingly sexy, her soft tan skin glowing in the amber light, her body a silhouette to me standing behind her.

I was treated to a view of her naked body and most notably that gorgeous tight, firm athletic  ass. I had not had the opportunity to truly admire Monique until just then. She was breathtakingly beautiful right then, right there. So ripe, so soft, but hard. Her smooth, hairless skin begging to be touched, caressed, worshiped.  Her ass was perfectly smooth and enticingly curved,  full and round and firm. Monique turned her head and gave me a coquettish look over her shoulder. She must have seen the lustful look of hunger in my eyes as I gazed at her fabulous ass.

“I knew you’d like it” Monique giggled while slowly, seductively circling her ass for mandi.   â€œIt can be all yours, baby” that wicked grin again.

“God help me,” I said under my breath, this was going to be difficult to stay in control, as Monique gave me a slow twirl of her body in the firelight, like a stripper on stage, ‘What a vixen’ I thought, and what would it take to keep her, if I could capture her heart.

Monique was standing before me now, her legs slightly spread, her hands up in her hair, tussling it out and allowing it to flow down around her shoulders. She seemed like an angel with a halo her hair back lit by the amber glow of the fire around her gorgeous face. .

As Monique  turned, she had one hand over her breasts and the other between her legs, covering her most private parts, in faux embarrassment of her presentation to me . There was a sexy smile on her lips as she teasingly slowly let her arms fall to her sides and proudly presented her nubile body to her new friend, her equal, her lover.

I was standing face to face with the most beautiful naked girl that I had ever seen, in the most sexiest pose I could imagine.  Years of playing field hockey had hardened Monique’s body into a smoking hot athletic figure. There wasn’t an ounce of misplaced fat anywhere on her body, without giving her a skinny or boyish appearance. Surprisingly, there were no tan lines anywhere on her body, just a lovely all-over golden tan.

As if I were looking at this gorgeous creature for the first time, I took my time to study every part of Monique’s naked body. Among her most notable female charms were her long, shapely muscular legs, her fabulously tight pear shaped ass,  a supple yet well defined abdominal and strikingly narrow waist, and a truly gorgeous set of perky breasts. Her twin beauties were delightfully full and round, their youthfulness emphasized by their apparent defiance of the forces of gravity. They were standing high and firm on her chest, each of them were about the size of a very large grapefruit, and each adorned with an extremely supple upturned nipple in a pinkish shade of gold, just slightly darker than the creamy skin surrounding them. The erect nubs were fat like pencil erasers, about 1 centimeter long and surrounded by small, perfectly circular areolas made of that same pink gold. I noticed that I was licking my lips, My mouth was already watering as I imagined sucking on them. 

Tearing her eyes away from Monique’s juicy breasts, my eyes focused at her flat and athletically toned stomach. While still decidedly feminine, there was a visible definition,  her well sculpted  abdominal muscles. At the center of that sculpted belly was a cute innie navel, decorated by a tiny white gem that jiggled slightly with each beat of her heart. This must be the jewelry worn by White rose girls, I thought, in addition to the white rose tattoo at their lower back.

My heart was pounding in my throat as I further explored my new lover’s perfect body with my eyes. gazing ever lower on my way to that most coveted prize, Monique’s pussy. I took a deep breath and focused my attention on the slit between Monique’s shapely legs.

Monique’s pussy was made to be worshiped. Her well-defined abdomen flowed smoothly into a sexy bulging mound, that was entirely smooth. Because she was standing up, I couldn’t see much of her vulva,  only a small part of her clitoral hood was visible, wedged between her plump outer lips. The rest of her goodies were still out of sight, having retreated after engorging with delight as Monique used the insertable double ended dildo to fuck my T Girl backdoor pussy. .  Hidden between those long legs was Monique’s treasure. Like the rest of her body, her hairless mound and lips had a soft golden tan, only the protruding hood was the slightest bit darker than the skin of her lips.

Completing the picture was a streak of moisture on her lips, giving her slit a sheen of satin gloss, betraying her arousal as she stood, elbows up, hands tussling her hair, tits giggling and hips circling in her best ‘come fuck me” dance.

While I was admiring Monique’s youthful, lithe body and mouth-watering pussy, Monique stepped up to me, took my hand and placed it between Monique’s legs. 

“Can you feel how wet I am for you, mandi?”

She was so wet. My finger slipped easily between her yielding lips and made a quick exploration of her little gem which had returned to its youthful tightness despite her earlier fist fucking by Cindy. . She had a lovely tight little wet pussy, hot and ready for renewed penetration.

Monique picked up on the playfulness of the moment. She gave me a coy smile and added “Please mandi,? Will you make love to, no, with me?” in a baby like voice.

I was speechless.  I just nodded. Monique renewed her grip on my clit and, while she raised herself on her toes, ran the tip up and down between her delicate lips. The soft and slick female folds hugged the bloated head and coated it in a thick layer of her moisture. Finally she aimed it at her entrance and held it there.

“Do it Mandy. Push”

I tilted my pelvis and pushed upwards. The blunt tip of my clit pried apart Monique’s soft lips and entered her pussy. Looking down, I watched in awe how my clit slid in through Monique’s tightly stretched labia. Her cunt was hot, wet, slick, and incredibly tight. Those athletic Cagle muscle exercises were paying off for Monique as no matter who or what was stuffed up into her cunt, she could always tighten up her cunt to make it feel like she was a virgin on command.

Monique wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a beautiful doe-eyed look. 

“Oh Mandy ,” she whimpered. “you’re finally inside me! Oh yes, fuck yes. I have been waiting for this moment all night and it was all I could do not to pull Julie by the hair and get her off your clit that first time.”

Standing face to face, I reached around an cupped Monique’s warm ass, the fire doing its job of keeping things hot.

With my clit buried halfway up Monique’s pussy, I began to clinch my tight ass cheeks and move my hips

Even though it was almost impossible for me to fully thrust into Monique in this somewhat awkward standing missionary position, it was hard to believe how velvety smooth, warm, wet and voluptuous it felt to be fucking Monique, gorgeous Monique. It was like a dream coming true for me.

Knowing there was even more pleasure to be had if I was able to move more freely, I grabbed Monique’s delicate ass cheeks, now hot from being so close to the heat of the fire and sat her down on a Queen’s plush chair right next to the hearth.

I spread Monique’s legs wide and then told her to lean back against the back of the plush chair. Not only did this give me much better access to Monique’s pussy, but it also meant I could look at Monique while we were making love.

I took my glistening clit, slick with Monique’s cunt juices, guided it towards Monique’s moist vagina and, while holding on to her hips for leverage, thrust forward. 

Monique gasped. In this new position I was reaching much deeper inside Monique  with each thrust inside.  The tip of my clit regularly touching Monique’s cervix when I pushed in all the way. Each time this happened, Monique would moan softly and then tighten her hold around my waist. Knowing she could handle it, I repeated the move a few times, evoking another set of lustful moans with each deep thrust before I slowed down into a gentler rhythm. 

“You’re so big…” she whispered, “you’re so deep Don’t stop, Mandy . Don’t ever stop.”

“I won’t, baby. I’ll never stop”

Monique’s sighed contently. 

“I love you, Mandy ” she whispered, and then she leaned forward and kissed me deeply, a lover’s kiss. Her mouth opened and I felt Monique’s tongue extend and come out to play with mine. Following her lead, I also opened my mouth and we kissed passionately while our bodies began to truly move as one. 

Monique clearly had a highly sexual nature. After only a couple of minutes of kissing and fucking, she was already on the brink of orgasm.  My eyes sparkled as I was about to bring this gorgeous creature to a full vaginal climax on her clit. I bit my lip, pumping Monique’s silky pussy as fast as I dared.

Monique was really close now; she was thrusting her hips upwards at me and whimpering desperate pleas to fuck her harder and faster. I complied as well as I could until suddenly Monique’s supple body became almost rigid. A pained expression distorted her delicate face, and she groaned softly between her clenched teeth. Just when I thought she was coming down from her vaginal orgasm, Monique came again. With both her arms and legs wrapped tightly around my waist in a full body clinch with the back to back orgasms. Monique pulled me deep inside and locked me in place while she shook and shivered as strong waves of contractions raced through her entire body. 

Being stuck in this embrace meant that I was no longer able to thrust into Monique, but it also meant I couldn’t pull out either.  I started grinding my pelvis bone into Monique and made sure to hit her female clit with each circular hip motion. Monique came again and this time a flood of cunt juices trickled out of her tightly stuffed cunt. 

“Oh, My, God, oh my, yes, yes, I have never triple orgasmed before, you fucking bitch, what are you doing to me, that clit, that magnificent clit, that huge clit, what are you doing…”

Monique’s body was hit with another full body orgasm as she climaxed for the fourth time in a row. 

I managed to stay deeply embedded inside Monique while she was convulsing like crazy around my clit throughout her multiple orgasmic convulsions. When the waves of contractions finally ebbed away, and Monique relaxed her grip around my waist, I quickly leaned in and whispered, “Good girl, you are such a good girl.”

“Let me lay you down on this bear skin rug baby” I said  in a sexy voice as Monique rocked back. 

Taking Monique in her arms With my clit still deeply buried in Monique’s cunt, I lifted Monique up, walked over to the rug, and laid Monique down on the soft, white, furry rug warmed by the fire.

I rocked back, resting my ass cheeks on my  heels and just admired this beauty, glowing with orgasmic energy on the white bear skin rung in front of me.

Monique looked so beautiful lying naked on the rug,  her creamy, sun-kissed skin and dark blonde hair contrasted beautifully with the delicate gloss of the bear skin fur , giving the sight almost a dreamlike appearance.

Even while lying on her back, Monique’s perky young breasts were still proudly pointing up, openly mocking the laws of gravity. I leaned over and cupped the perfect tits with both my hands and then kissed the pink nipples, like I had promised myself earlier. The protruding tips were incredibly sensitive and Monique was gasping and groaning as I kissed and played with her breasts and nipples. I enjoyed it as much as Monique, and I was content on playing with my new treasures longer, but I was in lust and needed more.

I let go of Monique’s breasts and kissed her way down to that special place between Monique’s tone legs. While I had already eaten out this beauty tonight, a couple of times, this was different. It was consensual, loving, tender, and I could take my time.

I parted Monique’s thighs a little wider and got on my knees between them. In front of me was this gorgeous pussy, the pussy that I had just fucked into 5 back to back orgasms. I could at last see all of her, and in great detail. It was by far the sexiest and most mouth-watering little pussy I had ever laid eyes on. Her enticingly padded mound was perfectly smooth and had obviously been waxed recently. Not a single hair obscured my view of her pink vulva, nor was there even the slightest trace of unsightly stubble disgracing her mounds or lips. 

Her outer labia were flushed with arousal and had parted slightly. Between them I could see the small hood covering her clit and a pair of slightly darker inner lips that just barely protruded from the protecting outer lips. While I was admiring her sexy pussy, Monique spread her legs even wider and suddenly her sex opened up like a flower, right before my eyes. Her dainty inner labia were coated in a glistening film of moisture that made them stick against the outer lips, allowing me to see all of the glossy pink interior of her moist vulva, from the tiny tip of her clit, partly covered by its hood, to her equally small piss-hole and the mouth of her vagina; a deep, dark pink opening, soaking wet and eager to receive her loving T Girl’s throbbing clit.

I moved in even more closely and kissed Monique’s inner thighs, just next to her pussy. Monique’s intense feminine fragrance was truly inebriating,  clean and fresh from a recent shower, and heavy with her lust for me. In a minute I was going to attend to my own aroused clit, but for now, I enjoyed teasing Monique to wind her back up to a tantric frenzy. From her thighs I kissed her way up to Monique’s lower belly and then placed her lips on her soft mound. I kissed every inch of the soft flesh, , each time purposely skipping over her pussy as I moved from side to side. The effect of my teasing on her lover was noticeable. Monique rolled and twisted her hips impatiently as I gave her wet lip kisses, some little tongue flick kisses , with Monique trying to get my mouth to land where Monique wanted them.

After another visit to her inner thighs and an excursion to her feet and toes, I knew I had teased Monique enough. When Monique almost thought it would never happen, I finally placed my red, full, lips on Monique’s pussy lips, in a lover’s kiss. 

By then, Monique’s pussy was literally dripping with arousal, and I got a mouthful of her juices as I licked the delicious nectar off her delicate inner folds and started a deep French kiss of her lover’s cunt.

I probed Monique’s vaginal opening and then I tickled her hard little clit. It wasn’t long before Monique’s hands were grabbing my head, trying to get me to press my mouth firmly against her cunt . I knew that there was no need for Monique to worry. I was going no where and before Monique knew it, she had lost control, was begging me for more.  

I phased back to those early days of Lesbian training sessions orchestrated by my guardian Mistress.

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I was very keen on pussy licking. I had spent many, many nights with my guardian Mistress’s female friends learning from lesbian masters the true art of dining on a beautiful woman’s pussy.  Maybe once a month, , my guardian Mistress would allow me to get all dolled up in my sexiest outfits, allow me to indulge my pension for makeup artistry,  and take me out to a lesbian club. I always looked like I was a 29 year old, notwithstanding that I was just a very young lady, and , in any event, everyone knew my guardian Mistress so there was never an issue with any club, not even the ones with the long lines in front.  We would just walk right in the front door, My guardian Mistress kissing, fondling, or slipping something in the palm of the bouncer as we did. She would order two bottles of Crystal champagne, go to the booth she usually had reserved for us, and let my looks and attitude act as bait to attract the best looking women to our table.  She would let all the girls there fawn and ogle over me, and then let me pick one to take home. She only let me take one home at a time as she taught me the power of allowing my lover to feel special, to make them feel like they were my first lesbian lover and the focus of all my sexual energy.   I perfected the shy, demure , naive  girl who did not know anything and would need to be shown what to do and how to do it. They all fell for it and what a learning curve I experienced.

I quickly understood that woman can have a seemingly unlimited number of orgasms, constrained only by their physical endurance abilities. I found this out when my guardian Mistress and I went to the Pink Taco, a lesbian bar on the edge of town, but a really upscale venue for lesbian hookups.   There was the cutest girl there who could not keep her hands off of me and little did I know, Kelsi was a world class triathlete, headed for the Olympics.  That particular night, I convinced Kelsi to let me try something new, a light bondage session. I think she thought I was the one to be tied up but Before she knew it, I had her tied up on my bed in ropes that she could never untie, but truth be told, she was in such ecstasy all night long with the realization of her lifelong fantasy of being in bondage with a Mistress, she never wanted to be untied. I had to learn to use more than just my talented tongue to get her off as 20 orgasms  later using only my  tongue  and fingers with her tied up, she wanted more, much more.  I used what I had learned during my nipple play and deep throat sessions with my guardian Mistress  in terms of harnessing the power of edging, and slowed things down with the athlete. I combined a tantric finger stroking, tongue flicking, soft hair brushing, and deep kissing technique to build her up to such a massive orgasm  after her quick 20 climaxes, that for the first time in her life, Kelsi passed out from a full body contraction orgasm. She awoke to me practicing my tongue positions to get a girl off, her achieving another orgasm only seconds after she regained consciousness. I edged her up to another mind blowing orgasm and the athletic beauty passed out again. The power was addictive and that edging an orgasm was the name of the game.  Then I climbed on top of Kelsi and began the real lesson. How to elevate a sex session into a spiritual experience. She just marveled at how large my clit was, back then only 8 inches long, but more than enough for Kelsi who was only 5 feet tall and 105 pounds.  She looked at me with doe eyes, never objecting, not really sure what was going on, and when she later found out that I was only a fraction of her age, she nearly passed out from shock as technically, even though she was tied up, she was guilty of contributing to the delinquency. No matter, and in fact, I am expecting her to fly in for my next birthday during the Summer.  That athletic beauty  with the world class ass came 40 or so times for me that night and I never forgot the lesson. Later, I learned that my guardian Mistress had recorded the entire session in 4K ultra high definition video with dolby surround sound audio. She told me it was her favorite video to which to masturbate, and I believed her because it was hot, especially the final scenes with me on top of the bound princess, slowly bottoming out my clit into her tight, small pussy passage, her moaning with pleasure with each stroke, an cuming over and over again as I focused the tip of my clit on her pussy G Spot.

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I was brought back to the moment by the sound of the flickering fire. So romantic, just perfect . With Monique splayed out before me, legs wide, head back, hips thrusting upwards, pussy searching for my mouth, I knew what I wanted to do with and to her.  With a special blend of tongue flicks, suckling action, teeth nibbling, and finger insertion, I brought Monique up, right up to the edge of orgasm again and again, cunt juices flowing freely from Monique’s cunt, splashing my delicate facial features as the heavenly torture continued. After the 7^th visit to the edge of bliss for Monique, I gave in an clamped my lips fully around Monique’s clit, bit her clit with my teeth and flicked it with my tongue, while simultaneously corkscrewing two fingers into her cunt and massaging her G Spot with figure 8 movements. The fireworks were immediate. Monique squirted a face full of cum into my mouth and she was bucking like a green bronco with all the force of an Olympic athlete. I quickly released my bite grip on Monique’s clit, so as not to harm her, and just contented myself with repositioning my mouth to her vaginal opening to suck the girl’s cum as quickly as it shot out of her. The sucking transitioned into a French kiss, with me   embracing her clit and pussy lips again for the next 10 minutes  with a full contact make out session. Monique’s pussy was so sensitive that it was all I could do to maintain contact with my lips on her cunt as she bucked, humped, and wiggled.

I quickly brought Monique’s sensations back up to another mind blowing orgasm and at the height of Monique’s next orgasm, while uncontrollable contractions made her body heave and reel around on the rug, I closed my lips around Monique’s engorged clit again. My cheeks concaved as I sucked hard on the nub and then I slid my index and middle finger deep into Monique’s anal star, quickly finding and massaging her anal g-spot at the same time. Within seconds Monique was screaming and she cascaded into another, even more powerful orgasm, , gushing her hot juices over my pretty face and fingers, passing out for a second or two based on how limp her body became. 

Knowing that I had struck gold, I continued my two-pronged attack on Monique’s clit and anal star G Spot and she quickly awoke with a loud guttural moan. She, again, started to beg me to back off. I always love it when they beg.

“Please… please… can’t breathe… no more, need air, please”

It was the sign I was waiting for. I crawled on top of Monique’s quivering body and lay down between her raised legs. My hard clit came to rest against Monique’s inflamed pussy lips, but I just inserted the tip into Monique’s cunt, leaving it resting against her spongy top g Spot area. I paused to lean forward and take Monique into my arms. I extended my tongue and tickled Monique’s facial lips with my wet, talented tongue. Though still only semi-conscious, Monique immediately opened her mouth and her tongue touched mine. A lovers kiss of kisses, wet, a bit sloppy, but passionate and hungry for more, with Monique licking my face to clean some of the errand cunt spray which I was not able to suck into my mouth.

Monique’s body was damp with sweat  and I could feel her heart pound as I held her and kissed her while she recovered . For a long time Monique would pant and every now and then experience a minor orgasmic spasm  with my clit just barely inside her pussy, resting on her G Spot as we kissed.

I used a finger to brush back a strand of Monique’s hair from her face and finally Monique opened her eyes. She just smiled at me. 

“Hmmm that was beyond, Mandy . I never… ever… came like that before.”

“It was my pleasure baby, I loved it just as much as you did”

Monique kissed me again.

“You’re still hard, That clit ring must be uncomfortable. Would you like me to take it off??”

I shook my head. I had plans for my hard clit. While I had cum more times in one evening than I had ever thought possible, I had another cum  or two in me and now was the time to build up to it.

Monique grabbed my shaft and aimed it at her pussy. Monique looked at me with those bright blue eyes and then uttered those three beautiful words: “Fuck me, Mandy ”

I gladly obeyed her command and as I thrust forward, I felt Monique’s pussy open up again to accept my thick, engorged, throbbing clit.

“Oh yes,” Monique gasped as I filled her once again. 

Being on top of her on the soft bear rug , I was finally able to show Monique that my talents were not limited to just my tongue and fingers  She wrapped her legs around me and reached down to cup my ass to pull me into her. It must have been quite the sight, us on the white bear skin rug, all aglow with amber light from the fire, writhing in each other’s arms, me on top, Monique on her back, my large 10 inch clit glistening and sliding in and out of her bulging Pussy lips, again, and again, and again.

After a long, open-mouthed kiss with tongues dancing, I began to move in a good, strong rhythm. My probing clit had no problem finding the right spots deep inside Monique and then I reached between us with my thumb to rubbed little circles over Monique’s clit. Monique threw her arms around my neck and covered my cheeks and neck with hundreds of little kisses whenever she wasn’t too busy moaning.

I began fucking the writhing athletic girl beneath her with renewed vigor. Long before I was ready to shoot another load of cum, I was seeing the white of Monique’s eyes again when she experienced another full body orgasm from the deep, penetrating strokes of my clit in her pussy. I just kept up my drilling as Monique squirmed and wiggled beneath me , screaming out, “I’m Cumming, I’m Cumming, again, I ‘m Cumming, oh my god, ‘m Cumming again.”

Monique’s tight body began to tremble underneath  mine, and I counted 3 more back to back orgasms, smaller in scale, but orgasms nonetheless,  as I deeply pounded Monique’s cunt and fingered her clit.

When Monique finally stopped convulsing, I slowed down my thrusting and gave us both a moment to breathe. When Monique was ready to go again, I pushed my hands underneath Monique and rolled us over so that I was on my back. I pulled Monique with me. Still a little weak from her lengthy climax, Monique lay in my arms, suckling my nipples absentmindedly as she just sat there, slumped forward onto my breasts,  fully impaled on my clit.

Finally, Monique sat up in my lap and began to move her ass, my long clit still deeply buried in her cunt.

Monique’s perky breast were moving beautifully as she began to bounce up and down. I could have watched her tits bounce and dance for hours. I cupped the firm mounds, squeezed them softly and tweaked Monique’s firm nipples. They felt as fabulous as they looked. 

The delightful sight and feel of her magnificent breasts in my hands was only surpassed by the view I had of her deliciously slick pussy sliding down on my stiff love pole as she was riding it. It was nothing short of unreal. I just stared at my clit disappearing into the tight bald cunt, again and again. Monique’s athletes endurance kicking in.  She got up on her heels, knees up holding my hands for balance. Now, all her weight was on her pussy and she bottomed out deeply each and every time she bounced on my clit, uttering a deep, low moan each time. She just stared into my beautiful eyes each time she bounced and looked as if she was wondering if this was a dream as it was simply that good.   the extra weight

Monique’s pussy, which had already been well lubricated from all of her orgasms on her back, was now soaking wet and gravity doing its thing, she was leaking cunt juices all over my tone tummy, pelvis, hip and thighs. My clit was gleaming with Monique’s slick moisture, and every time Monique dropped her ass down in my lap with all her weight, her pussy was making soft squishy noises. As she kept moving, her slick juices were leaving more and more milky streaks on my shaft that not only trickled down and sprayed my jewels and ass crack, but began a trail of cunt juice up my tummy  towards my tits.

Monique dropped down and just wiggled back and forth, rubbing her female clit on my pelvis an soon, was shaking again with another orgasm. I grabbed Monique’s hips and lifted her ass off the bear rug to penetrate Monique further and to push her back and forth to further stimulate her female clit with my soft, bald pelvis. The combination pushed Monique into a series of rolling back to back orgasms which seemed to continue for 10 minutes nonstop as my clit found the perfect angle to rub her pussy G Spot over, an dover, and over again.

Finally, Monique hunched forward onto my breasts and begged to roll over again.

I rolled Monique back onto her back and looked into her blue eyes, winked and blew her a soft kiss before resuming my fucking thrusts .

After a minute, I grabbed Monique’s long, shapely legs and lifted them up. I gently placed them on my shoulders, her stilettos just inches from my ears. I resumed thrusting deeply with her pussy now squeezing my clit in this legs almost closed position. This angle allows for the deepest penetration and I knew that with a clit my size, I should never use this position until my lover is completely relaxed, pussy drenched, vaginal fuck hole well opened up and gaping. 

This way I reached much deeper inside Monique than ever before. I could feel the tip of my clit hit into the body cavity which was her pussy, the bottom of Monique’s pussy  was something of a flexible obstruction and I noticed that my jewels began regularly slapping her ass cheeks with her ass in the upturned position, my clit head pushing farther and farther inside her inner tissues. I could watch my clit head poke up from inside Monique’s tummy and it was a massive turn on. Even Monique was amazed that she could put her hands on her tummy and feel the clit head pump into her hands from the inside.

Monique groaned with pain and pleasure as my clit forcefully stretched her delicate inner tissues. Her eyes opened wide and flashed with pure lust. Monique was Cumming again with me hitting her cervix with every thrust, but with me holding her legs, she could do nothing more than moan, scream and convulse in orgasmic bliss.

Monique’s firm young breasts were jiggling beautifully as were mine with each deep, powerful fuck thrust

It wasn’t long before I could feel the rise in pressure in my T Girl loins, and that oh, so, familiar feeling of an impending orgasm. This one, however, would be the most special of the evening as we would cum together, I would make sure of that.

Monique was also close to climaxing again and it was intoxicating for me. The squishy noises, and even the sounds of my body slapping against Monique’s were drowned out by Monique’s continuous moaning. I was brought back to that night with Kelsi and how I fucked her over and over again with her tied up to experiment with how much she, a world class athlete, could take. I had given her a safe word and Kelsi never used it, not even close despite, at the end, me untying her, getting her to lay face down, putting a pelvis pillow under her hips and introducing her to the joys of anal play, first with my tongue and then with my then, 8 inch clit. My memories were now mixing between Kelsi and Monique as the situations were blending in my mind, except Monique was never bound .

I wanted to feel Monique cum once more before I did , and feel her pussy spasm on my clit while I shot off inside her. Monique already had that anxious look of concentration on her face, and with another few thrusts she lost the ability to speak as well. Nearly incapacitated by pure lust, Monique was using her eyes to plead with me to cum deep inside her, to fuck her harder, deeper, faster. I sped up one last time and frantically fucked my new lover as hard as I could until Monique climaxed. 

Monique was clinging to my body, her athletic body once more wracked by powerful convulsions, her fingernails clawing at my back and ass, her teeth pierced the skin on my shoulder when she bit down on my shoulder, but I hardly noticed it, as I was feeling that wonderful sensation of love juice rushing up my clit shaft. My eyes rolled back in my head as my clit began to spit thick jets of potent cum into Monique’s tight, wet pussy which, itself, was spasming with its own climactic convulsions . I kept Cumming for ages, pumping what felt like more cum than could possibly be generated in the time since my last orgasm. 

At some point during our joint climax, our lips met and we kissed lustfully while our bodies continued to share the smoothest, deepest, most meaningful joint orgasm of their young lives.

I just continued rocking back and forth, slowly pumping my clit into Monique. At one point, Monique reached down and unclipped the clit ring around my clit so it could unwind and release my clit from its tight bindings. I gave a grateful sigh of relief when my clit was finally free to deflate.

At last my clit stopped spitting  deep inside Monique and then it began to wilt  without the artificial pressure created by the clit ring. My softening clit finally slip from Monique’s sucking pussy. Monique was still out of it, her eyes closed and her nubile body limp except for the erratic contractions that made her jerk every now and then. We stayed in each other’s arms for a long time, kissing and sharing the post-coital high. Finally, Monique opened her eyes and gave me a beautiful, satisfied smile.

“I love you, Mandy” she whispered as she nuzzled my neck. “That was truly amazing. You were even better than in my dreams”

I kissed her and told her that I loved her too. We stayed there, snuggling on the warm bear rug in front of the large fire for what seemed like 30 more minutes, just kissing, stroking, cuddling.

Finally, Monique got up.  She stood there in the glow of the fireplace. I looked at the beautiful image of her new, well fucked, lover standing naked by the bear rug. Her hair was tousled, her skin was sweaty, and a trickle of cum was dripping down the inside of her thigh.  A perfect definition of the JBF look. Monique leaned down and gave me a lingering, wet, an luscious kiss, patting my firm ass still warmed by the whipping sessions earlier  as their lips parted.

“Love you mandi.” 

“Never thought I would be able to say this, but I love you too Monique.”

Part 7: Mandy Becomes a Pink rose Girl.

As Monique put back on her college uniforms, there came a soft knock on the library door. Monique walked across and opened it, and gave a wide smile to whoever was outside – from where I was lying, I could not see who it was. Then Monique  opened the door and locked it after two more entered.

Coach Givens and Cindy, the Librarian, ambled into the room; the latter exchanging a quick kiss with Monique, while the former slapped her athletic apprentice on the bare ass as they passed, both to speed her on her way and in appreciation for what she had accomplished – and the delightful gift she was leaving for her lesbian mentors.

“I will call you babe.”  Monique softly said to me as she left the library.

“Off to bed with you now, Monique !” whispered the sports coach, “on your own or with Julie, I don’t mind, as long as you keep the noise down – we’ll take over from here!”

I didn’t have the energy or the will-power to move, and remained where I was, lying mostly naked, save for the stockings and 6 inch stilettos,  on the white bear rug, the flickering firelight dancing on my nubile, young flawless skin, my pert breasts still defying gravity as I laid on my back, nipples still hard, clit only semi hard and resting on her taught tummy, a drop of cum still at the tip,  one knee up clad only in heels and stockings, and glossy lips with the taste of Monique still on them.  

The two teachers came to stand, and then kneel  over me. I was sill gorgeous in the firelight, my tits firm and perky, my nipples hard and my clit now at half mast.

far from the teachers coming to my aid and punishing her attackers, they approved of what had happened and seemed to have sexual intentions of their own, with something of a Pink Rose ceremony in mind.

My submissiveness  was in full manifestation now and I was open for any extension of my experience, especially if it involved the gorgeous faculty members kneeling over me now. 

The rape, followed by gang bang followed by tender love making sensations from which I was still  recovering had shattered my outward barrier of confident and superiority. As I laid on my back in the amber glow of the fireplace, I rotated to meet her new lovers. I was glowing with new anticipation and was a little devil with the fire backlighting her gorgeous body in silhouette. 

It was the ease with which I had slipped into submissiveness in actual sexual encounters that had shocked me to my core this night. From the first terrifying orgasms that Monique had induced from me, I had begun to enjoy  the experience. My guardian Mistress would be so proud, I thought, how I had handled things so far. I hope that she would be proud of what I was about to do as well.

I accelerated through 10 years of sexual learning curve in just one night, loving the feeling of being bound up, a first, coming so many times, a record, and being able to lap my tongue around so many female clits with hardly having to be told. At the end, released from the ropes (oh! the ropes – so frightening at first, under Monique’s iron will, but then to be so vulnerable, so helplessly available to everyone,

it had been ... yes, it had been incredible, with sensations like nothing that I had ever dreamed of before), I had fallen with almost unabashed eagerness across Monique’s alluring body  as we made, tender, passionate love in front of the fire. I had eagerly licked, suckled and caressed her pussy, fucked her with my long, thick clit, , making Monique cum over what, 20?, 30?, Maybe 40 times? in our post rape and gang bang session.

Finally, I mustered up the energy to greet my new Mistresses properly. I crawled over to where they were kneeling, and kneeled before my Mistresses, spread my knees, arched my back, put my hands on the back of my head, pushed out my beautiful breasts and looked up.  â€œhow may I serve you, my Mistresses?” 

Sandra, the tone, athletic coach was wearing an elegant little black backless dress with a loop around her neck, a tight midsection highlighting her tiny waist, emphasizing her muscular torso. The dress dipped low  on her back but not so low that one could see her tattoo of a white rose just above the crack of her ass, a short hem line that stopped mid way down her firm thighs, black thigh high fishnet stockings and 4 inch heels. She was wearing a strapless bra which highlighted her firm 38DD breasts and what I would later realize was a black leather gaff which would make me envious later. She was made up to look like a hooker and must have just come from a wight Rose training session as she was a bit flush with excitement.  She was a vision of beauty to I whose eyes lingered on her body as she kneeled beside me in my slave posture.

“Monique has taught you well, my pet!”  Sandra, clearly the higher level White Rose woman offered in a soft, almost whisper tone.

Cindy was in a similar cocktail dress outfit, but hers was strapless, red, very tight around her entire torso, with matching red thigh stockings and red heels. Cindy was not wearing a bra and her perky tits were defying gravity as they proudly stood out from her chest, nipples visible through the sheer fabric of the tube like tight red cocktail dress. Cindy was also flush with excitement and I thought I could see a redness on Cindy’s inner thighs near her pussy as if she had been lashed there with a leather whip. It made my clit tingle with excitement.

Cindy was wearing a choker style collar with a letter S dangling from it, an obvious indicator that her status was submissive to Sandra. I wondered if I would ever be allowed to wear such an elegant symbol of her sexual nature out in public. My clit engorged a bit while I feasted on Cindy’s youthful body in the sexy red outfit.

The two experienced adult lesbians recognized the signs at once, as my body responded to my subconscious lust and training that they had no idea I possessed. Monique had not taught me anything of the sex slave world I did not already know, and as for my knowledge of the sex slave opening position, well, let’s just say that my guardian Mistress owned me, body and soul, and I was coaxed into learning this opening sex slave position from a very early age, when I was a very young lady, on the marble floor of the elegant Chateau style manner home.

I squirmed slightly, my thighs moved wider apart to not only demonstrate my submission, but also to show that my clit was becoming engorged with excitement. My nipples, never too far behind my clit, puffed up with anticipation as well, upturned on my firm beautiful breasts.

“Well,  mandi, Sandra said quietly, ‘we’re here to give you a little exam – to see what you’ve learned tonight. Don’t worry,’ the gorgeous coach added with a smile, ‘it isn’t a theory test – it’s entirely a practical!”

With that, Sandra nodded to Cindy who reached up and unzipped her tube style dress with a hidden zipper. The blonde woman tugged loose the dress, and the dress fell open to reveal that she was naked beneath it – no bra encased her swaying globular D-cup breasts, and no panties concealed the jutting prow of her Venus mound and the gaping pink gash in her closely-shaven cunt. Her only garment was a red garter belt above her hips, which was holding up the sheer fine-fishnet stockings which encased her well-toned and lightly tanned legs.

It was almost too much for me, after all the astonishing sexual stimuli to which I had already been subjected. The sight of the beautiful librarian, her amazingly sexy fucking-hot lesbian bitch of a faculty member  so wantonly undressed and sexually available, almost made me light headed from the combination of shock and the incredible wave of arousal and excitement that surged through my small slim frame. I gave a low moan of approval at the sight of the lower level White Rose girl, now naked and kneeling before me .  I turned to my new Mistress on my knees and involuntarily arched my back, throwing my elbows back, pushing out my tits, and thrusting my hardening clit up in the air towards Cindy like some sacrificial offering. So, in truth, it was, but one now proffered willingly, oh! so willingly and so eagerly!

Cindy looked over at her Mistress who nodded with approval. Cindy licked her lips and crawled on all fours to push me back until I was on my back. She then hovered above me with my clit growing longer on my tummy by the second. Cindy had not realized that I was a T Girl, and her lust meter was now in the red, eyes sparkling, licking her lips, , with two of the most beautiful T Girls on campus with her right there.  Cindy let a dribble of her spit drop from her full lips as she lowered them onto the head of my clit. First contact delicious, with Cindy swirling her tongue all around the flaring head of my now fully engorged clit

“Just beautiful, and so big,” Cindy whispered to no one as she reached down to support the base of my clit with her right hand, her mouth now fully engulfing my clit head into her inviting mouth .

“Good girl Cindy, good girl,” Sandra never took her eyes off of me as we stared with passion and purpose. â€œTake it all down that velvety throat of yours, show this bitch that you are my good girl.”

With blonde hair flowing down around her head and shoulders, Cindy started to move her neck and jaw to open up. She crab crawled so that she was in a 69 position, of sorts, with me , creating the perfect angle for deep throating the 10 inch long python of a T Girl clit coming out of my pelvis. With a hum in her throat, Cindy lowered down and forward, extending her neck and sliding my clit expertly down her throat without even the hint of a gag reflex. 

I was in heaven, Cindy with her tits dangling, hard nipples tracing random patterns on my flat tummy, was mesmerizing for Sandra to watch. Full, firm, and with hard nipples that bounced off my tummy with each deep throat thrust when Cindy’s chin hit my pelvis, the entire 10 inches deeply buried down her throat.

Sandra moved over to stroke Cindy’s ass and pushed her legs apart just a bit so that her cute ass could respond to Sandra’s suggestion that she drop her female pussy onto my face. With the fire crackling in the back round, my moans were just audible as Cindy was  now rhythmically plunging her mouth onto my clit with deep, purposeful, face fucking motions, thick throat saliva sticking to her lips each time she came up for air, allowing the tip of my clit to glisten in the firelight and rest on her lower lip.

Cindy started to moan with my eager and exploring tongue working her puffy labia which, as I had thought, were red with small whip marks on them.  No doubt, Cindy had pleased Sandra by fully submitting to a pussy whipping training session before arriving at the dorm library room.  Cindy’s juices started slowly, but soon were freely flowing into my mouth and I made soft, sucking noises as I slurped up the love nectar. 

“God! yes, take me! Please, please Cindy, , anything you want, yes, I am yours, your good girl, your fuck toy, use me, fuck me let me please you. Yes, oh God yes.”

“that is enough. Now turn around and drop that cunt onto our lovely Young new Pink Rose girl.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

With practiced efficiency, Cindy crab crawled 180 degrees and lined up her wet, puffy pussy lips with my love pole. I wiped some errand pussy juice from my lips with the back of my hand and stared up at the gorgeous blonde woman who was about to empale herself on my long clit. With an exhale of pleasure, Cindy dropped down onto my clit with one, slow, continuous cork screw circling motion as she rock backward, not stopping until she was pelvis to pelvis with me, . Our lips just millimeters apart and glistening with anticipation of the command to kiss each other.

Sandra had removed her dress, bra and gaff, but left on her heels an stockings. All three were in just stockings and heels now, with Sandra crawling behind Cindy. In the amber glow of the firelight, Sandra knee walked between my leg, with Cindy’s legs straddling mine, and put her hands on Cindy’s hips . Sandra guided Cindy into deep, long hip thrusts to make sure that my clit was buried deep into Cindy’s cunt with each rock backward motion.

“Kiss.” 

A simple command and one that Cindy  and I had been eagerly waiting. With a passionate hunger, we started making out, tentatively at first, but soon with deep, interlaced tongue dancing movements. Cindy could not see that Sandra had pulled some lube from her clutch purse and was applying it to the length of her T Girl love pole which, also, was about 10 inches long. The scene was hot, and made hotter when Sandra took her clean hand, grabbed a double headed nipple clip and reached between me and Cindy.

“Up,” was the only command and Sandra proceeded to slip first Cindy’s left and then my right nipples together in a tortuous embrace. Sandra handed the other double ended nipple clip to Cindy who did not need any instruction on what to do next. Soon, Cindy and I were connected by their nipples as Cindy leaned down to once again begin another make out session, this time, moaning with pleasure and pain as Sandra would pull back on her hips, stretching her nipples now connected to mine.

Sandra, with a freshly lubricated love pole lined up her clit head with Cindy’s anal star and on the next backward rocking movement to plunge down on my clit, allowed Cindy to push back right onto Sandra’s clit head.

Cindy’s anal star was very practiced at taking Sandra’s clit and opened up easily to accommodate the girth of Sandra’s T Girl clit. With another , deeper, moan, Cindy pushed back as Sandra pushed forward, the effect of which was to allow my and Sandra’s clits to double penetrate her at the same time. With nipples stretching, Cindy had a spontaneous orgasm right then, shuddering and spasming on both clits deeply buried in her ass and pussy, white hot pain and pleasure coursing through her nipples.  

“Fuck yes, Oh, My, Fucking, Food, yes, so full, so fucking full, yes fuck me Mistress, fuck me, oh my, I am Cumming again, oh yes, again.”

I reached up and grabbed the quivering woman’s hips, making sure that she continued her small circling movements to allow my clit to play with Sandra’s through the thin wall of skin between Cindy’s cunt and anal tunnel.

“Oh, fuck, Cumming again, yes, again.”

Cindy was in a continuous orgasm loop with two 10 inch love poles buried in her cunt and ass, just shuddering and wiggling to make sure that the two poles were as deep as they could go.

Cindy’s moaning was getting to Sandra who started withdrawing her hips an pushing Cindy away to start the double deep stroking session. With nipples connected, I felt each tug on Cindy and moaned myself as my nipples stretched with Cindy’s, feeling my clit become harder even without the effect of a clit ring.

“Take it like a good girl, Cindy, you are such a good girl.”

Sandra now had a fistful of Cindy’s blonde hair and would tug on it to pull her back onto her clit, each time eliciting a whimper from Cindy from the dual pain effect of a thousand pin points of pain on her scalp and the two pin points of pain on her clipped nipples.  Cindy would arch her back and lift up when Sandra would pull on her hair and I watched in amazement at the sheer pleasure wash across Cindy’s beautiful face as she was used like a rag doll between us.

“Oh, fuck, Cumming again, God damn it, Cumming again. Mistress what are you doing to me, oh fuck yes, deeper, please deeper.”

Cindy was pushing back hard despite the pain in her nipples to make sure her tiny waist was flesh to flesh with me and Sandra. Each time they bottomed out inside her holes, Cindy moaned with another mini orgasm.  Cindy was essentially in a continuous orgasm plateau, shuddering, quivering and shaking with each double thrust of the long, luscious clits deep inside her.

With another shudder, Cindy came again for the ninth or tenth time in a row and it was too much for Sandra who tensed up, grabbed Cindy by the hips and buried her clit deep inside as she dropped a huge cum load deep inside Cindy’s ass.

“Yes, Mistress, fill up my ass, cum inside me, fuck me, use me, oh yes, fuck, Cumming again, coming again,” was all Cindy could say before Sandra lifted her entire torso up by her hair, nipples straining, forcing Cindy’s mouth into a silent scream. Sandra had pulled out of Cindy’s ass and with one hand guided her clit into Cindy’s pussy along side my clit. Cindy was being double fucked in her pussy and with her scalp plus nipples on fire, it was all just too much. Cindy passed out and fell onto my chest like a rag Dall as she came for the 13^th or 14^th time in a row.

I, not sure what to do just kept up my small hip circling movements, feeling Sandra’s slippery clit against my own hard clit in the very tight confined space of Cindy’s stretched cunt, made even more slippery with Sandra’s cum still leaking out of her clit and into Cindy’s cunt.  

Sandra just fell onto the pile and pushed Cindy’s soft, silky hair away so that she could reach my lips to kiss me, her new, young T Girl lesbian apprentice.  Sandra and I were able to lock our lips and share a tender kiss between lovers as Cindy regained consciousness, the warm glow of the fire bathing their svelte, statuesque naked bodies.

Sandra shook Cindy awake and unclipped my and Cindy’s nipples from the double headed clip. Then Sandra pushed Cindy up onto her knees. With a playful slap to Cindy’s ass, Sandra told Cindy to rotate around again and fee to me her cum from Cindy’s ass. I had never experience an anal cream pie and sucked cum out of someone’s ass before. My mouth watered in anticipation.

I licked my lips as I put my fingers deep in Cindy’s firm ass cleavage, pulled apart and watched, for the first time, the cum oozing out of Cindy’s winking anal star. Cindy still had not regained  full control of her outer sphincter, so it was still gaping a bit as she snuggled down, aiming her cute anal star at my mouth, my tongue already extended and flat, like a landing pad for the droplets.

Cindy opened up her anal star and allowed a dribble of cum to leak out of her gaping star right onto my wiggling tongue. I Hummed in delight at the taste and pushed forward for more. I pried Cindy’s ass cheeks apart further so that I could push my beautiful face farther and farther until I was in full mouth to star contact with Cindy’s rear love tunnel. I began a French kiss and sucking session  . Sandra, meanwhile, had pulled Cindy’s hair up to open her mouth so she could feed the beautiful librarian her still hard clit fresh with ass and cunt juice from deep within Cindy’s cute anal tunnel. Cindy did not hesitate for a second. She opened up her mouth and extended her tongue to lick, suck and suckle her Mistress’s clit, just the head at first while she milked more cum out of the love pole. Then deeper and finally, deeper still until her nose was pressed firmly into Sandra’s pelvis, her tongue teasing and tickling Sandra’s jewels.

They continued in this three way session with me finally closing my wet, eager lips entirely around Cindy’s anal star to deeply French kiss the thin, firm assed blonde’s anal tunnel. Sandra just enjoyed guiding Cindy’s mouth up and down her softening clit, an din the middle of the session, Cindy, overcome with the pleasure of my tonguing her ass, came a final time, Sandra’s love pole deep in her throat while she shuddered and spasmed in her orgasmic bliss.

They all untangled and just  laid in each others arms, basking in the glow of the firelight. Sandra was propped up against the plush chair next to the white bear skin rug, I was in her arms facing away from her and towards the fire using her breasts as a pillow for my head, and Cindy was between my legs leaning back using my breasts as pillows for her weary head. Each of us was using delicate finger tips to trace loving caresses on the woman or girl in their arms, with Cindy just playing with the tops of my thigh highs, tracing a finger along the smooth, soft skin.

Sandra finally stirred, and pushed us away. She sat back on her heels and pulled Cindy up to all fours  on the white bear skin rug and motioned for me to crawl underneath her. Not knowing which direction, I positioned myself underneath Cindy, face to face , stroking Cindy’s hindquarters and lower back, generating a crop of goose bumps while doing so. Sandra whispered something to Cindy who smiled, and crawled on all fours above me and rotated, finally sitting back on her heels above me , facing Sandra, her knees touching my hair.

“You have a beautiful clit, quite long and very unique. Not many can do what I am going to ask of you and if you are a good girl, I will anoint you with official pink Rose Girl status. Are you ready?”

I just nodded as I tucked a strand of my silky brunette hair behind my right ear.

Sandra scooted up  on her knees until her thighs were touching my ass cheeks . I had to spread my legs a bit to give her all the access she desired. Sandra then grabbed me by the hips, pulling me towards her and up. Sandra cradled my ass and pushed me up farther until my knees were over my head, my weight resting on my shoulders and on Sandra’s thighs and chest. . Cindy leaned over me, grabbed the backs of my knees and pulled them towards my head so that I was bending in half, my knees up by my head, my ass up in the air, my back resting on Sandra’s knees and chest. My clit was a little deflated with the uncertainty of what was going on so Sandra motioned to Cindy to fluff up my clit, since it was basically pointing right at her face. Cindy, eager to gain favor with the athletic coach and Superior White Rose Girl, eagerly took on the task of getting me hard again. The position was perfect for Cindy to angle her head back, extend her neck and deep throat my clit which began to glisten with Cindy’s saliva. Deeper and deeper Cindy pushed until she had all 10 inches of my clit in her mouth and throat, humming all the time to give me some additional sensation.

I , bent in half like a pretzel began to respond with Cindy’s expert tongue talents, and after 5 minutes, I was softly moaning and purring for more. .

Sandra had risen to her feet, all the while supporting me with her feet up by my head. My legs were spread wide and my beautiful ass was up in the air and winking with excitement. Sandra pointed her hard clit down and towards my winking star and with a gentle squat down, penetrated my star easily. I still had plenty of residual coconut oil lube in my ass, to say nothing about the cum from the Jamaican girl, and it was coming in good use now. 

“Let’s see if she can suck her own clit now,” was Sandra’s command to Cindy. 

As Cindy pulled back, exposing my clit from deep within her throat, she gave it one final kiss and then allowed it to point down, right to my lips. I had never even contemplated this position, and was intrigued. In fact, I was able to insert 2 inches of my clit into my wet mouth and with Cindy supporting my legs and stroking my cute face, I began to give myself a blow job as Sandra pushed deeper and deeper into my anal love tunnel.

“This is so fucking hot,” Cindy purred as she marveled at the sight of me sucking myself off as Sandra’s 10 inch clit was disappearing into my cute anal star, glistening with lubrication as she would pull up, the firelight dancing on the wet, hard love pole each time she withdrew. For 15 minutes, Sandra slowly stroked deeply, oh, so, deeply into me as she had complete and full access to my depths in the unique position. 

I reached up and started stroking my clit shaft as I sucked my own clit head and it was not long before the tell tale signs of my impending orgasm were evident on my gorgeous face.

“Fuck yes, go deeper, deeper, jewels deep. Yes, you are hitting my G Spot with each push, yes,, oh yes, you are going to make me cum again, yes, fuck yes.”

Sandra, with her hands now fondling and pinching her own nipples was close to her own orgasm now and my dirty talk pushed her over the edge. She sank down deep into me, her jewels resting on my ass, but she did not dare push too hard as I was in a very vulnerable position with my back bent in half . I suddenly, and for the first time in my life, erupted with my own orgasm right into my own mouth. For 60 seconds, Sandra and I were moaning with pleasure as we rode out our simultaneous climaxes.

Cindy bend down and licked my clit shaft, trying to work her tongue into my mouth  at the same time as I was suckling my own clit, trying to suck up some of the love juice spilling into my mouth. Finally, my clit deflated to the point where I could no longer reach and suck it with my mouth and Cindy took over, milking the shaft and sucking the last drops of cum from it with hard, deep thrusts of her mouth on the love pole.

“You want some more cum baby? Crawl over her and suck it out of her ass.”

Sandra gently let my hips fall back to the white bear rug, and twisted my legs so that I was face down. She then coaxed me up to my hands and knees, pulling her hips back and then pressing down on my upper back so that my full, firm breasts were just touching the white fur of the bear rug, my head nestled in my overlapping hands, back arched and ass pushed up. 

Cindy needed no further invitation and crawled on all fours behind me , sat back on her heels, caressed my taught ass cheeks, pried them apart with her delicate fingers and leaned in. my star was leaking Sandra’s cum and winking with anticipation of Cindy’s tongue which was extended from Cindy’s mouth, wet, wiggling and eager. Cindy slowly penetrated my puckered anal star and finally, after making full lip contact, pressed firmly between my ass cheeks to begin the French kiss of my ass. 

I started moaning immediately as Cindy’s long tongue probed into my star, sucking all the time. Sandra had deposited a large load inside my cute ass and Cindy was not going to let any go to waste. Cindy knee walked up a bit to get closer to me and I spread my knees to give Cindy greater access. 

“Yes baby kiss my star, let me feel you wiggle it, push it deeper, suck all the love juice out of me,” I was slowly circling my hips to sensuously lure Cindy to plunge her tongue deeper and deeper.

Cindy’s cheeks were concaved as she sucked hard and took all I could push out of my beautiful upturned ass. When Cindy had finally sucked all the anal cream pie cum out of me, she sat back on her heels, licking her lips an looking to Sandra for her next command . She just nodded at my fine upturned ass and Sandra responded with a ‘Yes, I know, can you believe what a beautiful ass that is,’ look.

the sports teacher Sat back on her heels, feeling the warmth of the fire on her back and just paused to enjoy the moment. I was looking with desire at the trim, feminine T Girl  coach, just a convulsive flush of hot desire lounging on my side on the white rug. I marveled at the head White Rose woman. Sandra was a magnificent picture of lesbian sexual maturity. As befitted an accomplished sportswoman and the coach of the college’s varsity woman’s teams, Sandra was a tall woman, fit and well-muscled, her body taut and trim from regular workouts and jogging, but still feminine in the tight, tiny waist, the swell of her hips and the high proud thrust of her full-sized breasts. These were on full view, naked but supported by her tone pectoral muscles which allowed for no sag, and pushed up and out her tits in a way that any 18 year old would be envious.  

What really captured my attention was Sandra’s clit. Still semi hard and even in this state, it was half way down her thighs, just waiting for more. The thought made my mouth water and I unconsciously licked my lips.

Sandra’s clit was just at the tops of her thigh high lace stockings, and I could see Sandra’s heart beat reflected in the movements of the beautiful love pole resting on Sandra’s thigh.

From the top of her neatly-styled short blonde hair to the sheen of her stilettos, Coach Givens was the epitome of a sexually dominant woman, in full command of her sexuality and beholden to no one – she was, indeed, magnificent, worthy of the top White Rose Woman position she held.

The resplendent coach shifted her posture, spreading her knees further apart and her hands placed confidently on her hips. Looking up from her position on the floor, I found the perspective almost mind-blowing in its eroticism, and a dissolving wave of sensuality rippled through me,  akin to an orgasm, less explosive but almost more profound. Coach Givens ran a hand gently up and down her own clit shaft to coax it back into full bloom, teasing her clit head as she reached the top of her stroke.  

Sandra exchanged a smile with the obviously willing to do anything blonde librarian who was her regular night-time companion and lover.

‘Well, Cindy, I think the next move is yours. What would you like to do with this cute vixen before we perform the Pink Rose Ceremony on her?

With a chuckle, Cindy moved first, standing up an moving over me. Cindy’s long, shapely legs were now astride me. I propped myself up on my elbows, face up and eyes glistening, maybe even sparkling in delight. I gazed up wordlessly between the woman’s long tone, tan legs, my eyes drawn like magnetism to the hot slit where they met. Gracefully, Cindy squatted down onto her haunches and then her knees, placing them on either side of my shoulders. The teacher’s naked cunt was now only a few inches above my open mouth, as I still gazed at it in rapt fascination.

After just a few seconds pause to be sure that the girl was making no protest or sign of reluctance, Cindy dropped her pussy down to rest squarely on my lips, with a terse instruction to me to demonstrate what I had learned  this evening – and to make it good. At once, I began to lap and lick, and within seconds my tongue was delving deep into the librarian’s well-lubricated and well-stretched cunt which just moments ago had been double fucked with two massive T Girl clits. .

‘Good, yeah! ... that’s good, Mandy, yeah – I think you’ve got it ... yeah, like that, go on ... harder, come on, get deeper, you slutty little bitch! ... mmm ... yep, ah! ... yes, go on, more now ... aah! ... mmm, ooooh! YES, MORE!! YES, FUCKIT BITCH, YES! AAAAHHHH, MAKE ME CUM, MAKE ME CUM, YOU LITTLE SLUT!! OOOOOHHHH!!!! FUCKIT, I’M CUMMING, SHIT, YEAH!! AAAEEEEOOOOOHH!!!’

I was voraciously nibbling, suckling, tongue flicking, and clit biting Cindy into a long, drawn out orgasm. By the end of this, Cindy was pulling on her own nipples, as she, too, must be a lover to nipple play, while her hips bucked up and down on my face, building her orgasm to the moment of climactic release – when a flood of pussy-fluid squirted onto my face. Almost automatically, I lapped it up, and found that I was thrilled by the taste and flavor of the cute librarian’s cum-juice.

As soon as Cindy climaxed, Sandra tapped her on the shoulder and the blonde woman rolled off my face, to sit on the bear rug in the amber glow of the firelight. Cindy continued to squeeze her large and now sweat-streaked breasts, and to rub furiously on her clitoris which, seemed to be insatiable.

I gulped as I looked up at the athletic’ coach’s towering figure, but I, laying face up, chest heaving and nipples erect,  did not need to be told what to do – instead, I stretched my legs wide apart, and slipped my hands under my knees to pull my legs back, exposing my anal love tunnel in order to push her opening upwards in mute offering and surrender. The dominating sports coach nodded approval, and then wasted no time in kneeling between my thighs and thrusting into my already-slippery anal star love tunnel with one firm plunge of her hard 10 inch T Girl clit

I began to move in time to the thumping impact of Sandra’s’ penetrations of my T Girl pussy – in truth, I probably had no option, but my response was one of participation and not of resistance. I began to moan and babble, a sound which entranced the sports coach. My state of mega-arousal was evident and rising. Soon I was begging to be fucked, to be taken and ridden into the ground.

It was not long until I was hard and erect again, on the edge of another anal G Spot orgasm. I had lost count of my orgasms that evening.

I groaned from the effects of the perfect angle of Sandra’s surging thrusts of her magnificent clit which the sports coach was delivering, driving harder and deeper into me than even Monique with her silicone dildo. This was the final battering ram that collapsed my will, my remaining independence, my last defenses, and I gave myself up to utter submission. I flung my arms wide on the floor and pulled my heels towards my head, bending in half to give Sandra even more access to my ass now up in the air, surrendering completely to the dominant T Girl dyke who was slamming into my T Girl pussy with her almost savage penetrative thrusts.

The sexy athletic Coach knew the signs well – she had initiated and given the first full-on T Girl clit shafting to nearly thirty ripe young teens during her fourteen years on the coaching staff, and she was a past master at fucking their brains out in such a way that all they would ever want again was not just lesbian sex, but submission to the fiercest lusts of the strongest lesbian dominatrix that they could find, crawling on their knees and stomachs to kiss the Amazon Valkyrie’s feet and beseeching her to rape them in every hole with her long, thick clit. Any missionary would have been envious of her conversion rate, for she had a 100 per cent record of success, due to her combination of shrewd selection, artful grooming, careful choice of opportunity – and then, taking the girl with an overwhelming sexual experience, a no-holds-barred pounding pulverizing anal or pussy-splitting -reaming fuckathon. Tonight, the first stages had not been necessary, thanks to Monique – but Sandra made sure that I still got the full treatment in the end.

At last, my whole body vibrated with an earth-shattering orgasm, and I screamed shrilly at the top of my voice, my small hands snaking around Sandra’s hips to pull her close to me, butt as she delivered the final thrust, holding her T Girl clit as deep inside my back door passage as possible, while  I writhed and squirmed and bucked against her, as a lava flow of orgasms ripped through me . It was an impressive sapphic sight, even for such experienced dykes as the two college instructors, and they savored it in appreciation. Yes, they thought, there’s no going back for this bitch now – she’ll be a pussy-loving T Girl Clit adoring submissive lesbian for the rest of her life!

Cindy, anticipating my climax, had positioned her mouth over my T Girl clit and when she saw the tell tale signs of my orgasm, she clamped her full lips around my clit head to savor and suck all the love juice I could deliver after so many orgasms that evening.

Still, there remained one final step – no longer of examination, for I had clearly passed any conceivable test of sapphic surrender, but rather of confirmation, indeed of graduation into my new Pink rose girl status– one in which I would walk humbly, giving myself to mistress after mistress, and finding pleasure in their abuse of my body.

Sandra raised her hips and arched her back, in the process easing her hard clit out of my anal love tunnel, which was now so stretched and wide, that the massive T girl clit actually flopped around in it. Even so, the delicate abrasion of my anal walls as the rod was slid out of me was enough to send a small surge of rippling secondary orgasms vibrating through my exhausted frame. The two White Rose women were not without sympathy, and for a moment they let me rest on my back, sprawled and floundering, gasping for air like a stranded fish.

Sandra crawled over me and grabbed a fist full of my hair to pull up my head, aimed her clit right at my full, red lips, and hovered with the head just inches from my mouth. I opened my eyes, saw the prize, licked my lips and opened my lips to take my prize into my mouth which was watering with anticipation. Sandra lost no time thrusting her hips forward an down to allow me to extend my tongue and start her clit love making session. 

I had so much practice during my upbringing with my guardian mistress’s clit, to say nothing about the gang bang for the past several hours, that I eagerly devoured Sandra’s clit and in moments, had the sexy athletic coach moaning with pleasure. Watching her clit slide deep into my pretty mouth. This was too much for Sandra and within minutes, she was squirting her cum into my inviting mouth, marveling at how strong my suction capabilities were. Finally, after a show of appreciation at my clit sucking skills, Sandra rolled off me and just laid back on her back, her chest heaving, breasts firm, nipples erect, and just a Goddess in the amber glow of the firelight.

Cindy then knelt down next to my prone form, and cupped my chin in her hands, compelling me to focus upon her. With a slightly stern expression, Cindy spoke:

“Well, Mandy ... you’ve certainly had an education here tonight ... so, the big question is: have you learnt your lesson yet? Will you abide by the Pink Rose Girl code?”

I was not quite sure what was meant by this, but without doubt I had experienced something that night of profound importance, so that nothing would ever be the same for me again. I looked up at the Librarian – and my newly-minted pure lesbianism could not fail to draw my eyes to Cindy’s pendulously swaying pear-shaped breasts, which were dangling just inches above my face. For a miracle, I had learned a little wisdom, and instead of speaking to answer I raised myself up on my elbows, guided the teacher’s right nipple into my mouth, sucked on it, lapped my tongue around the aureole in a tight rasping circle, and then reverently kissed the rock-hard tit. Only then did I meet Cindy’s gaze squarely, and demurely nodded my head.

“Yes, Mistress, I think that I have ... no, I’m sure I have. I will be the best Pink Rose girl you have ever had!” I said quietly.

“Good girl’, replied the sexy Librarian with a smile, “I thought you had. Well, there is one more thing: it’s not a test, consider it instead as your final initiation into the secret order of the Rose Girl Society– for you must never speak of any of this to anyone outside our circle, especially not your parents. Are you ready for that, do you know that this is what you want?”

I swallowed, understanding that there was no turning back after this point, and that I was leaving my old self and attitudes far behind ... but those orgasms, those unbelievably sexual and satisfying orgasms, they drew me magnetically onwards, for I could not bear the idea of not being able to repeat that, especially the feeling of being dominated, controlled, treated as a cum slut for Red Rose and White Rose girls,  over and over, and I would willingly humble myself to any woman or girl who could make her feel that way again. Slightly trembling, but more in anticipation than in fear, I nodded my assent, and almost at once, felt a sense of security and release.

Cindy looked across at Sandra, who had watched this exchange like a hawk, and they exchanged a satisfied look and a nod. The older sports teacher then told me that they would train me to be the perfect lesbian submissive, and would pass me around their circle of experienced dykes, so that I could practice the arts of pleasuring mature women and T Girls.

“You belong to us now”, Cindy informed me as I was lying in the glow of the fire on the white bear skin rug, but then she added: “although, of course, you will always belong first and foremost to Monique, for she was the one to break you in – and whenever she requires it, you will spread your ass cheeks and open that pretty mouth to service her every desire!”

Only a few hours before, such a statement would have revolted me , the old me who had felt so superior to all the other girls , especially since it was so easy to manipulate them to do my bidding. Where had that feeling gone. The answer – it had been punctured the very moment that Monique had punctured my anal star with a finger, and the last shreds had been blown away with the massive clit-shafting of my T Girl pussy by Sandra, among all the others in the gang bang session. Now, I felt far below Monique, her conqueror  In her new Pink Rose girl role, I would have to deal with my new feelings, my new sense of inexperience, raw and naive, I could only imploringly hope that Monique would take pity and deign to ravage me again ... and again ... and again.

“Now, it’s time for your final initiation”, said Cindy, and she removed a curious object from her bag. At first I thought that it was another strap-on, albeit one with a huge and ribbed black plastic dildo. However, this projected from a quite small and square front plate, which was fixed at each corner by a large round brass stud. Even stranger, the strap-on seemed to have only one short but quite wide belt, and no leg-straps at all. Then, as Cindy turned the phallic device in her hand, I suddenly realized how it worked – it was a face-clit, for wearing over the head, not around the hips!

Cindy beckoned me to rise to a kneeling position, and then with practiced agility she fastened the face-dildo into place, tightening the wide strap behind my head. I found a surprise: the dildo’s black cylinder hid a wide fat inner tube which projected through to the inside of the faceplate, ending in a balloon-like valve of tough rubber which fitted inside my mouth. Blowing into this and then compressing the air with my teeth would make the knob of the dildo expand and contract, with a pulsing vibration not unlike that of a real male penis,  but without that object’s many disadvantages, including a tendency to go limp before the woman got to her orgasm. Before strapping it onto my face, Cindy had rubbed the inner bladder up and down her cunt to smear it with her pussy juices; I was both shocked and thrilled at the resulting taste of the rubber valve as it was pushed into my mouth, coated with the unmistakable sharp tang of Cindy’s cunt fluids. The younger sexy Librarian then sat in the armchair in which I had previously been bound, spread her thighs apart, and pointed to her pussy:

“Show me your submission, Mandy – crawl here, and use the dildo to make me cum – no hands, nothing else, just use your new toy!”

I got down on my hands and knees, and abjectly crawled the few feet to the chair, my tight little butt waggling behind me in a way that both the professional college staff members enjoyed. When I arrived between Cindy’s legs, I placed my hands on Cindy’s inner thighs to gage the distance, and to push her thighs wider apart for better access. I then inserted the end of the face-clit into Cindy’s well used pussy, and it slid inward for half its length before encountering any resistance. I paused and gazed up at my admired superior, the expression on my face an appealing mixture of sexual exhaustion and complete lesbian submission. Delighted and turned on by this, the cute Librarian gave an approving nod, and then leaned back in the chair to enjoy the sensations as I, the obedient submissive sex kitten vigorously bobbed my head backwards and forwards, pushing the silicone clit deep into the mature lesbian’s capacious cunt.

Suddenly, I gave a muffled yelp – muffled, because my mouth was filled with the rubber bladder, into which I had been energetically alternating between blowing and squeezing. The cause was a surprising – but by no means unwelcome – sensation. With my eyes focused upon Cindy’s cunt in front of me, I had not seen that Sandra had again become hard watching the action and had approached my invitingly up-thrust ass. Gripping my firm, tone hips,  the sexy athletic coach positioned her hard clit at the entrance to my anal star. Sandra slowly pushed forward and began reaming  her hard clit in and out of my T Girl anal pussy, which was no longer a tight little star but a gaping, gushing opening, which had been winking at Sandra while I was on all fours fucking Cindy with the face mounted dildo.

My eyes widened, and the amazing sensation of being simultaneously both fucked and fucking nearly blew my mind – it was an overload to every one of my senses. Sandra sped up and her fast and firm penetrations drove me on to even more frantic insertions of the face-dildo into the younger Librarian, who was soon squeezing and mashing her breasts together as she neared her climax. Even a highly-experienced lesbian gets a thrill from the first full-on fucking by a cute teenager with a face mounted dildo, and it did not take long until Cindy gasped and shuddered in her next orgasm, amongst the string of orgasms she had experienced with me.

The final act in the initiation ceremony was obvious, and I was not surprised when Sandra’s firm hands on my shoulders sent the message to withdraw the face-mounted dildo from Cindy’s cunt. 

to use it on Sandra as Cindy got off the chair to service Sandra’s rock hard clit with her wet, watering mouth.

Sandra got on all fours in front of the glowing fireplace and waited. Cindy knew exactly what to do and crawled under Sandra in a 69 position to begin servicing the clit which had, just moments before, been deeply penetrating my ass. 

Obedient and meek, I crawled away from the chair and made my way behind Sandra’s upturned, firm ass. Sandra had spread her knees on the white bear skin rug and her anal star was puckered but winking for some action.  I finally knelt back on my heels, my knees between Sandra’s legs, and used my fingers to pry apart Sandra’s firm ass cheeks. With the face mounted dildo still lubricated with Cindy’s cunt cum, I lined up the head to just kiss Sandra’s anal star. Sandra’s ass wiggling told me all I needed to know about her state of readiness. With Cindy deep throating Sandra’s clit from underneath, I pushed forward and eased the silicone face mounted dildo into Sandra’s ass.  In the months to come, I would have many an opportunity to perfect this style

Of ass reaming -duty with Sandra benefiting each time from my learning curve.

I found, to my surprise, that Sandra actually had a tighter T Girl anal pussy than the younger Cindy’s cunt. In a wave of admiration, I realized that the athletic coach had such iron control of her muscles in her anal walls that at will she could both release them and clamp them together with almost vice-like pressure. I was able to work her anal star and when I pulled her ass cheeks as far apart as I could, I found my prize-her anal G Spot. Her moans were immediate and I focused my face plunging movements to massage her anal G Spot in hopes of eliciting an orgasm from my head Mistress.

As I repeated my submissive head-bobbing routine, blowing as hard into the dildo’s inner tube as my exhausted body could manage, I felt  with my delicate fingers Sandra’s jewels begin to tense. I kept up my fondling of her jewels as I plunged the face mounted dildo in and out of her star, focusing on her anal G Spot. I could occasionally feel Cindy’s mouth touch my fondling fingers as Cindy deep throated Sandra’s clit all the way to the base. On such occasions, I gave a gentle caress to Cindy’s face as I knew that she was holding her breath with the clit deep down her throat. 

Cindy was giving Sandra an expert blow job, using her mouth, lips, tongue, hands and throat to make sure her superior White Rose Mistress came again.

Cindy would occasionally reach through Sandra’s legs an tweak, pinch and fondle my full, round breasts and tweak on my hyper-sensitive nipples, eliciting moans from me which were translated into vibrations into the face mounted dildo, which in turn, elicited moans from Sandra.

“Oh fuck, yes, play with my nipples, pinch them, harder, harder, please Mistress, harder,” I screamed into the face-dildo, as I almost came in a hands free nipple play induced orgasm.  The whole sensual eroticism of my position, almost climaxing without either myself or anyone else touching my clit which had regained its fully erect status.

“Ohh-God-fuck-ahh-coming, coming, fuck it-coming!” grunted Sandra, as her orgasm burst just microseconds later, and she seized the back of my head and held the ribbed silicone face-dildo deep inside her anal love tunnel, while at the same time gripping Cindy’s hair an forcing her clit deep into Cindy’s trained throat to accept her cum load shot.   Sandra’s scream of extasy was loud, so loud that I was sure that others in the dorm were sure to hear it.

Sandra then pushed me away, rolled off of Cindy who was licking her lips reaching for Sandra’s clit like a baby searching for a bottle of formula which had been pulled from her mouth, and sat back. A satisfied look on her face, she just leaned back on her elbows and gave out a sigh: “Holy fuck, that was good.”

Finally, the two White Rose women urged me back into my clothes, well, not my designer Laperla panties or bra, which Cindy slipped into her shoulder-bag, but at least to put on my form fitted silk shirt, and my custom made, silk tartan uniform skirt to complement my stockings and 6 inch heels which I had on during the last part of the sexual adventure.  I was not used to walking in such high heels, but soon got the rhythm of the gate and walked around the dorm library, picking up my study materials which was why I had been there in the first place.

It was almost a relief for me when Cindy said: “you’re coming with us tonight, my girl, your new routine starts here and now. You will sleep with us tonight so that you can service us in the morning like a good Pink Rose girl should.”

I was relieved because I was not sure that I could face my own bed alone. The two women walked me back to the staff wing, supporting me between them, and sometimes almost carrying me as I stumbled a couple of times in the 6 inch stripper heels. Once inside, we ascended quietly to Cindy’s top floor corner room, chosen by her for its relative solitude. I had never been there before, and my eyes widened as I saw that Cindy had furnished it with a large king-size bed, which had the coolest and smoothest high-quality black silk sheets.

Cindy quickly removed her wrap dress, garter belt and stockings, and once naked she slipped under the covers first, holding out her hands in invitation for me to join her. I needed no more encouragement and tottered towards the bed, so exhausted that I could hardly stay awake even to climb into it, in fact, Sandra helped me out of my clothes and into the middle of the bed, before she too removed her clothes and climbed in on my other side. For a while, as I fell asleep, I luxuriated in the soft warmth of naked female flesh around me , feeling the points of the sexy athletic Coach’s nipples and semi hard clit against my back and soft firmness of Cindy’s more ample bust pillowing on my own full, round breasts. The two women gently and soothingly caressed me , and I fell into the deepest, most relaxing and most refreshing sleep that I could remember.

Part 8. Epilog.  

In the morning, when I first awoke, the events of the previous night seemed as distant as some wild and impossible dream ... but then I registered where I was, as my first movements of my hand brushed across Cindy’s naked, smooth and bald cunt. The cute Librarian was already awake, lying beside me and enjoying watching my dawning realization. She took my hand in her own firm grasp, and before I could think of protesting, the cute librarian spread her legs and thrust my hand in between them.

“Finger-fuck me”, ordered the young, beautiful lesbian Librarian, and then added: “and you can suck my nipples  while you do it.”

I astonished myself by instantly obeying, and it was the sensation of my soft lips closing on one of Cindy’s jutting nipples which convinced me that everything which I recollected really had happened. The sexy Librarian had just stifled the moan elicited by her orgasm when the bedroom door opened, but before I could react, Sandra entered the room. She had risen at dawn, done her usual workout exercises and her three-mile run, and had returned feeling in the mood for some oral attention to her clit. I slipped my fingers out of Cindy’s cunt, having pleasured her to order, and licked them contemplatively while Sandra stripped off her running outfit and sat down in the nearby chair. Spreading her thighs and pointing imperiously at her clit, quickly becoming engorged and erect, the sexy coach commanded me to “suck me, now!” Once again, I complied without a second’s hesitation, and used my mouth, throat, tongue and my fingers to bring the athletic woman to a climax, locking my lips around Sandra’s clit to make sure that I did not spill a drop of her delicious cum.

“Good, good girl – yes, very good”, murmured Sandra appreciatively afterwards. Cindy glanced at the bedroom clock, and told me that I would have to leave in a minute, as they wanted her out of the building before the other professors started to emerge from their private rooms.

As I dressed, I looked shyly at the college staff members, in a newly-demure manner that was quite unlike my previous aloof arrogance.

“Mistresses, did I do well, please?” she asked.

“Hmm? Oh, yes – quite well, especially for the first time. Yes, I think we would grade you as an “A”, dear”, answered Cindy

For a moment, there was one last glimpse of the old me, as I preened with satisfaction at this compliment – but I was soon taken down a peg, in what was perhaps my final lesson. Sandra had seen my prideful reaction, and gave a harsh barking laugh.

“Oh, no, Mandy – you’ve got it quite wrong! This grading system is completely different from your schoolwork one: in this, an “A” is the lowest grade, and a “D” is the highest.”

I looked comically crestfallen at this information, but also quite confused, and so, choking back laughter, the sports coach enlightened her:

“An “A” stands for “ass” – just a piece of ass, and that’s what you are now, and that’s all you are! But if you train up well, and give your Red Rose and White Rose Girls pleasure wherever and whenever they demand it, then you might get up to a Pink rose “B” grade which stands for “Beauty” as you have the looks for it, but it is just a level above a piece of ass. Then, if you continue your training, eventually

 You should achieve a Pink Rose girl level“C” which means “cunt”, it means you’re a practiced lesbian lover, and know how to give satisfaction. Most girls, and indeed women, are “C” grade – like Marci, Ashley and Julie for example, after they moved along their learning curves they just adore being fucked and eating any cunt  or T Girl clit they are told to – but they’ll always be the ones told, not the ones giving the orders!”

“So ...’ I asked hesitantly, ‘so.. what and who is a “D” then, if that’s the top grade?”

Sandra smiled with proprietorial pride, and gave the answer:

“At the moment, there are only two Pink rose girls who have achieved the “D” grade status among all of the students. A   â€œD” grade is  for “Dyke” the equivalent of a White Rose girl in training, and that’s Monique of course, first and foremost, but I think Marci is about ready to elevate to that level. I must say, however, you show the most promise of them all, even more than Monique. Your T Girl status is very rare in our Rose Community and I am the only one at the highest level. You have the potential to rise to my level, and your looks, that ass, and your attitude, all will serve you well in rising through the grades.” 

Sandra looked squarely at me , and said firmly:

“What have you learned from all of this, girl? Say it clearly, don’t hedge or quibble!’

I swallowed and looked at the floor. It wasn’t that I had any hesitation or doubt about the rightness and truth of the answer, it was just that the new me, the meek Mandy, was strangely shy about saying it. Then I looked up, finding comfort in Cindy’s warmly appreciative gaze upon my naked super model  body, and in my admired instructor’s evident further desire for me. Still, my answer was a whisper:

“I’m a T Girl lesbian ... that I know now, for sure, I just want sex with girls, with women  and T Girls... and ... I guess I want to be had, to be taken ... I want to be told what to do by someone, and I want to be fucked over and over like you all took me last night – that was amazing! But…”

“But?”

“But, I, too, believe that I have the ability and skills to rise to the highest levels of the Rose Community and look forward to demonstrating my skills for you and others, where ever, whenever, and for as long as you wish.”

‘Well’, Cindy laughed, “Mandy ! you have made a great discovery indeed! I, for one look forward to your amazing skills demonstration.”

Sandra delivered the final instructions to me,the blushing sapphic novice. I was informed that as an “A” grade Pink Rose girl, I was to make myself available unquestioningly to any “B”, “C”, and of course “D” grade pink rose girls, all Red Rose  girls, and all White rose girls who wanted me, whenever, wherever and however they did so. In the course of this, I learned  a bit mor about “B” grade girls. â€œB” grade was for “Beauty Pink rose Girls” – a designation for the prettiest and most feminine of the submissive girls, those who were more experienced than I, , but still in need of further grooming and instruction before they could be regarded as fully-fledged “C” grade Red Rose “cunts”.

“How will I know them, and their grade?” I asked with some puzzlement.  â€œand how will they know me?”

“Oh! – that’s easy”, replied Cindy with a smile. “You’ll know them because they will either make an obvious pass at you, discretely groping your tits or putting a hand down your back side, and into your panties. Believe me, you won’t mistake their meaning or intentions!”

‘And’, added Sandra , ‘they will know you because there is a strict rule for “A” Pink rose rated girls: you must get a tattoo of a rose outline right at the top of the crack of that beautiful ass of yours, to be shown to anyone who asks, and believe me, only higher level Pink Rose Girls and above will ask to see your tattoo. Maybe, if you progress to become a White Rose girl, you will have your rose outline filled in with white color to permanently cement your status in the Rose community.”

“Oh!’ I said in surprise, as the system seemed so simple. I remembered that when my physical education class was in the locker room, changing for exercises, I had noticed that there were several girls who had small rose tattoos right at the top of the crack of their asses, covered only by the small triangle of their thong panties.

“Oooohhh!” I gasped suddenly, as her memory made a connection. One of the girls who seemed to have an outline of a rose tattoo above the crack of her ass was none other than the only Asian girl in the Freshman class. Jasmine was of Chinese (well, South Korean) parentage, and she was perhaps the most beautiful and elegant girl in the whole college, right up there with Monique, Marci  and me. Tall, slim and slender, with an alabaster smoothness to her perfect skin, her face had high clear cheekbones and deep dark almond-shaped eyes; the exotic ensemble was completed by the cascade of shining fine jet-black hair that swept straight down her back. She was a quiet and shy girl with a classic and ethereal beauty, and I suddenly realized that I had been attracted to her for quite some time. Not in the same way I was attracted to Monique or Julie, but equally as passionate.

Hesitantly, I posed a question which had suddenly become very important: ‘Mistress, can we “A” grade Pink Rose girls, you know, can we play around with each other? – I mean, if no one in a higher grade wants us to go with them, that is!”

The Librarian nodded her head in confirmation: “Yes, of course – we like you novice girls to get as much pussy and T Girl clit training as you can! The only rule is, you can’t demand that a girl who is in the same grade must do what you say, you can only ask her, or show her that you are up for it and hope that she reciprocates. ... Mmm, has someone struck your fancy then?” laughed Cindy , and she gave Yoshiko a playful pinch on her ass. ‘I know!’ she continued, ‘it’s Jasmine, isn’t it?”

I blushed and quietly nodded. Monique had been her lust filled fantasy fuck partner and no doubt, Monique  and I would fuck regularly, but I also needed someone to confide in, to share tender moments, to share submissive fantasies with and experiment with, all of it outside the Mistress / sex slave relationship I would have with Monique from here on out.

As I walked across campus that morning back to my condo, I pondered the options available for the next time I would have alone with Jasmine, the lovely Korean babe, of her long slim legs and incredibly sexy ass, and I felt myself getting harder and hotter in my clit. I recalled how Jasmine would often get changed quite near me, and that my eyes had always been drawn to the Asian girl’s smooth shiny jutting Venus mound – but, ironically, I had been afraid that Jasmine would think that I was one of those dirty lezzies if I saw her looking at me, and any time Jasmine’s head turned my way I had hastily jerked my gaze away to something, anything, else. Whether it was this guilty feeling, or recognition of Jasmine’s extraordinary serene beauty, she was the one girl to whom the old superior Mandy had never given put-downs or shown up in class. Now, I was greatly relieved at this, for I thought that Jasmine possibly might like me(or at least not actually dislike me), and ... might like me in another way too, as another “Pink Rose ”A”  grade piece of lesbian ass.

Later, As I walked across the grass lawn on campus to my first class of the day, my thoughts were in a whirl, most of the time pre-occupied with memories of Jasmine tantalizingly undressing next to me in the locker room, and fantasies that the Asian girl would reach out and seize my clit , claiming it for her own.

In my classes that day, all of my classmates marveled at the new, transformed Mandy, I was just as intelligent, even more so, but in a meek, diffident, self-effacing way,   in fact, the model of a quiet deferential finishing school debutant girl. That was, apart from the fact that when Monique ordered me during the lunch hour to follow her into a cubicle in the girls’ bathroom , I went willingly, even eagerly, falling to my knees before my young beautiful mistress even before I was told to, kissing Monique’s feet and then worshipping at the commanding Head Girl’s capacious dripping cunt. â€œYou know I love you babe, but in public I need to treat you like a lowly “A” grade Pink rose.”

“Yes, Mistress,.” Was all I got out between licks of Monique’s wet cunt which was soon to erupt into a squirting orgasm directly into my mouth which was clamped in full contact with her cunt as I French kissed her pussy through her climax.

That evening, after a quick visit to the tattoo parlor and feeling quite nervous, I hesitated outside the door of Jasmine’s room (at this expensive school all of the girls had individual bedrooms in the dormitories, ), before I even summoned up my courage to knock on the door, It happened. A soft voice bid me to enter the unlocked door, and I quietly slipped inside, carefully closing the door again behind me . It seemed that Jasmine had been in the process of brushing her beautiful long black hair and had heard me approach her door when I stepped on a squeaky floor board just outside her room. 

She was standing in front of her wardrobe mirror with a comb in one hand. She turned with a slight expression of surprise when she saw who it was, for she and I were not particularly close and I had never before visited her room. Jasmine was not involved in my gang-bang initiation on the previous night (that had been strictly for “C” and “D” Pink and Red Rose girls only), and so she didn’t know of my newly-discovered lesbianism

Jasmine raised an interrogative eyebrow and was about to ask what I wanted – but then the tall Korean girl’s eyes widened in shock as this became apparent. Without saying a word, I turned around, pushed down the back of her custom made, silk red tartan school-uniform mini-skirt pulled down her thong gaff, and exposed her outline of a Rose tattoo, right at the top of the crack of her firm, cute ass.

Jasmine gave a little gasp, and put the comb down on her desk, almost as if to steady herself. She looked at me expressionlessly for several heartbeats, and I began to fear that I had made a mistake. Then Jasmine’s mouth curved slightly in a smile, and she matched my gesture, slowly turning around, dropping down the back of her own uniform skirt, pealing down her thong panty, and revealing  her own outline of a Rose Tattoo right at the top of her perfect pair shaped firm ass.

I felt almost dizzy as a wave of relief and excitement swept through me. My supposition had been right after all: it was no accident that Jasmine wore thong panties to cover up her tattoo on physical fitness class days.  because she was, like me, a lesbian “A” Pink rose level girl. Jasmine and I turned around to face each other and closed the distance between us, as both of us continued to hold our hands behind our backs, keeping our skirts lowered. Not sure who should make the next move, I just froze in place, knowing that with my hands behind my back, I could easily submit to this beautiful girl.  Apparently, my reputation had spread and Jasmine again turned away and pulled down her skirt and panties all the way to the floor, kicking them off and then unbuttoning her blouse. She then tied up the bottom of her blouse so that it looked like a tie top, accentuating her cleavage, pushing up and out her perky breasts. Jasmine just wiggled her naked ass at me and Oh, My, what and ass.

“I will not need anything on bottom,” she said with her cute accent. 

Jasmine spoke faultless grammatical English, but always with a lilting sing-song accent that made her seem more exotic and exciting:

“So, I think I like you better like this, Mandy .”

As Jasmine spoke, she turned around, reached forwards and with an economy of effort that spoke of experience, she speared her index finger into my mouth, right up to the knuckle. Finding that there was no protest from me. My lips closed around her finger and my tongue danced, flicked and sucked her finger like a mini clit.  I was willing to wet Jasmine’s finger for whatever play Jasmin had in mine. I soon realized, that jasmine   had been lusting after my ass for a while and the finger would soon be in my ass.

Jasmine’s pussy-lips were parted and slick with wet arousal, Jasmine swirled her finger around for a moment inside my Mouth , and then stroked a fingertip along  my lips.

“May I?” a soft whisper from Jasmine as she curled a finger of her other hand under my thong gaff to pull it down.  My hands were still behind my back, fingers on my skirt. I just pushed down and my skirt and gaff were soon down to the middle of my thighs, with Jasmine using her fingers to pull it all the way down my legs. Jasmine was kneeling on the floor before me to get my garments off and when she looked up, she was staring at my engorging clit  which was pointed right at her face.

I froze in fear of what jasmine might think of my T Girl status, but I did not need to worry. Jasmine had heard through the gossip mill that I had a beautiful T Girl clit and was eager to play with it. In one quick motion, Jasmine had my skirt and gaff off an spun me around so my gorgeous ass was in full display, back arched, legs straight and hands pushing against the dresser. Jasmine took her wet, lubricated finger and positioned it at my anal star.

“Tell me, tell me what you want, what you desire.”

I closed my eyes and whispered, “yes, penetrate me, take me, use me. I will be your good girl, your submissive equal, your….” I was cut off as Jasmine leaned over me and with jasmine’s mouth next to my left ear, whispered, “Yes, you will be my good girl,” an plunged her wet, lubricated finger deep inside my velvety back door passage.

I moaned an appreciative moan, but I wanted, needed, much more than a single finger.

Jasmine withdrew her finger and kneeled down behind me. She spread my firm ass cheeks, coaxed my feet farther apart,  an leaned in, extending her tongue . She licked from bottom to top  of my ass crack and ended with a flicking fluttering of her tongue on my puckered star.

I was delighted at Jasmine’s response: the gorgeous Korean girl had accepted her sexual overture, and was more than responding to the invitation! I gave a soft sigh, and my body quivered at the sensations induced by Jasmine’s deftly expert tongue flicking on my sensitive anal star. Jasmine saw my expression in the dresser mirror, and her smile widened, revealing her perfect white teeth. The slim and elegant Korean made me gasp with arousal as her finger slid back down my crack, probing and parting my star with one, then two, then three fingers, and she spoke in a soft husky whisper:

“You come with me, yes?.”

Then Jasmine laughed, shook her back her rippling mane of shiny black hair, and repeated her words, but now with an unmistakable emphasis upon the second word that was redolent with the promise of passion:

“You cum with me!”

Jasmine then expertly worked her three fingers all around my anal G Spot which somehow triggered an immediate, involuntary orgasm, with Jasmine barely able to twist me around in time to capture my clit head in her mouth to enjoy my cum shot from my erect and hard T Girl clit. 

After the quick climax, jasmine took me by the hand, led me across to her bed, laid back, pulled her knees up to her head exposing her dripping pussy, and uttered those favorite words of mine: “Fuck me Mandy.” This would be the first of many, many nights of lust and lesbian to T Girl love-making, sometimes just fucking, almost always with jasmine on bottom, wrapping her long, luscious legs around my tiny waist to pull my big clit into jasmine’s tight pussy as we would kiss deeply in a lover’s erotic embrace as we made love for hours at a time.

These were formative years for me and I never forgot them, or Monique and jasmine with whom I still keep in contact to this day, lovers forever.  

Little did I know that I would cross paths with the passionate Julie again next year when rushing the Beta Delta Gamma sorority at Vixen College. Please Read Chapter 3 for this spicy erotic adventure story. Kiss, kiss.