That evening the girls took a bath
together, and discussed the day’s adventures.
“I feel like such a chicken,” said
Lynn. “I didn’t even stick it
out until my panties fell off.”
“I might not have done,” said Julie,
“if you’d arrived in the car to pick me up.
What did your Dad say when you called him?”
“Not much, really.
I think he’s given up trying to tell me what to do.
He used to have big fights with my Mum over the lack of discipline I was
getting, but now I think he’s simply decided that if she’s not going to
discipline me, then he can’t be bothered to either.”
“Lucky for us,” said Julie, and she
gave her friend a kiss. “Shall we
shave each other, then?”
“Ohh, yes,” said Lynn happily.
After their bath they put on t-shirts
and panties and went in search of Martin, who was at work on his computer in the
study. He looked up and smiled as
they entered. “Hi,” he said.
“Hi Dad.”
Julie sat down on a chair next to her father’s desk.
“We were wondering if you had any more good ideas for sexy stuff that
we could do.”
“Hmm.”
Martin thought for a moment. “How
about cleaning the windows tomorrow?” he suggested.
“Dad!”
Julie swatted his arm in annoyance.
“Seriously!” he said.
“You could wear minidresses, as short as you like, and one of you could
climb up a ladder with a big wet sponge, while the other stands below with a
hosepipe and aims … well, wherever she wants to.”
The two girls mulled this over in their
minds. “That’s not a bad
idea,” Lynn grudgingly admitted. “Not
brilliant, but not bad.”
“Of course, you’d have to be careful
not to slip in all the mud that’s gathered outside,” Martin continued.
“I dug up part of the lawn intending to plant shrubs, but with all the
rain we’ve had today, it’s just a quagmire.
You’d have to take care not to fall off the ladder, or trip and fall
into the mud – you’d get terribly messy.”
“Terribly,” echoed Lynn, picturing
the scene in her head. “We’d
get covered in mud from head to toe, wouldn’t we?”
“Yes, we’d get filthy,” agreed
Julie. “We’d have to hose each
other off to try and get the mud out of our clothes.”
“The windows do need washing,” Lynn pointed out.
“You’re right,” Julie decided.
“Window-washing it is. But
for now, I have some dress-shortening to do.”
The next morning Lynn awoke Julie with a
kiss. “Hey, get up sweetie,”
she said. “You have to come and
see what’s outside.”
Julie was naked as she climbed out of
bed, so she put on a minidress and followed Lynn, who was wearing a short
t-shirt and a pair of panties, down the stairs and through the kitchen to the
back door of the house. They
stepped outside, and Julie blinked in the light.
The sky was overcast and the air was cool, and there was dew on the
ground.
There was something else on the ground,
too. “Wow, look at all the
slugs!” said Julie.
“I know.”
Lynn nodded. “That’s
what I wanted to show you.”
Everywhere they looked, there were
slugs. Some were leaving trails
across the flagstones at the edge of the lawn, some were on the lawn itself, and
some were on the plants in the border at the bottom of the garden.
“What’s on your mind, Lynn?” asked
Julie, staring at the slimy creatures.
“Fancy putting some of them in your
panties?” inquired Lynn with a playful grin.
Julie raised an eyebrow.
“I’m not wearing panties at the moment,” she said.
“But even if I were… Well,
I don’t know. What about you?”
“I’d love to,” said Lynn.
“But I wanted to get you up first.
Would you help me collect some of them together?”
“Sure.”
Julie shrugged. “Let me go
and get a jar or something.”
She entered the kitchen and returned a
minute later with two old coffee jars. She
handed one to Lynn. “Okay,” she
said, “let’s go slug-collecting.”
They systematically worked from one side of the garden to the other, gathering
all the slugs they could find. Some
were very small, and were discarded, but some were more than two inches long and
quite fat.
“This will be more fun later in the
year,” remarked Lynn. “They’ll
get a lot bigger than this towards the end of the summer.”
Fifteen minutes later Julie had found
thirty or so, while Lynn had collected more than fifty.
Lynn was thrilled at the sight of the slugs all slithering over each
other inside the jars and leaving slime trails as they climbed up the glass
sides.
Lynn held the front of her panties open.
“Pour some of them in,” she said.
Julie tipped up her jar and shook it so
that some of the slugs fell into Lynn’s panties. Lynn squealed with delight as she felt her panties fill up
with the slimy creatures. When no
more slugs would fit in the front, Lynn held open the back of her panties and
Julie continued to shake more slugs in. The
last few slugs stayed attached to the glass no matter how hard she shook, so she
had to reach in and pull them off with her fingers.
When her own jar was empty, she started on Lynn’s, but before this jar
was even half empty, Lynn’s panties were completely full of slugs, and she let
the elastic go so that the slugs would be completely enclosed, held firmly
against the bare flesh of her pussy and bottom.
Lynn got down on to her hands and knees,
then kept still, her eyes closed, as the slugs began to stir and move around
against her skin. One or two of
them began to emerge from their prison, sliding over the skin of Lynn’s bottom
and upper thighs as they sought to escape.
Lynn smiled happily. Julie
could only guess at the sensations her friend was experiencing.
“My turn,” she said, and she lay
flat on her back on the dewy grass, spreading her legs apart. “Put the rest of the slugs on and around my pussy.”
Lynn got up off her hands and began to
pull handfuls of slugs from her jar. As
she started to arrange them around Julie’s pussy, Julie’s fascinated gaze
was fixed on the slugs now slithering around on Lynn’s thighs and belly, and
also on the outside of her panties. The
panties themselves were bulging, and the bulge was moving and squirming, as if a
living entity in its own right.
The slugs on Julie’s pussy, curled up
into a protective ball upon being manhandled, began to uncurl as they were left
to their own devices. They fastened
themselves to the skin of Julie’s pussy and started to slide along her flesh,
all going in different directions. Julie
opened her legs still farther, parting her labia, and one or two of the slugs
began to slide over her clitoris and make the journey down her groove towards
her cunt. She sighed with pleasure,
feeling her clit caressed by a succession of slimy fingers, then gasped as the
first one found her vaginal opening.
Unfortunately, it did not seem willing
to enter. Lynn, however, was not
about to let it alter its course. With
one finger she prodded it forward, then pushed it right in, deep inside
Julie’s cunt. Julie moaned.
Lynn took another slug and pushed it, too, inside her lover’s vagina.
Then another, and another. Then
she fished a handful of slugs out of the back of her own panties and, one by
one, pushed them all inside Julie.
“Mmm, I feel full,” said Julie.
“This is intense…” Her cunt was crammed full of the slimy molluscs.
She closed her legs and began to squirm, feeling the creatures move
around inside her body. Then, all too soon, she felt one of them beginning to emerge.
She opened her legs as it slowly trailed out of her cunt and made for her
left thigh.
“Wow, what a sight!” exclaimed Lynn
in awe. “To see slugs coming out
of your cunt… This should be
caught on camera.”
“Why don’t you fetch my Dad’s
digital one?” Julie half-joked.
Lynn did not need to be told twice.
She hurried indoors, taking care not to lose any of the slugs out of her
panties, and fetched Martin’s camera. When
she returned she spent several minutes taking pictures of Julie’s pussy, which
by now had slugs and slime trails covering every square inch.
More and more slugs continued to emerge from her cunt, too, which made
for some excellent photos.
“Right,” said Lynn with a wicked
grin, “let’s post these on the world wide web.”
Julie gasped. “You wouldn’t!” she exclaimed.
“Why not?
Your face isn’t in most of them. And
we can always blur it if it shows up too well.
But why bother? Do you think anyone who knows you is going to find them?”
“We’ll see,” said Julie.
Lynn reached into her own panties and
began to push slugs deep inside her cunt. “Ooh
my,” she said, “isn’t this heavenly?”
“I wonder if we can dig up some
earthworms too,” said Julie.
“Oh yes!
We need a spade though – where’s the key to your shed?”
“Hanging up in the kitchen by the
door.”
Lynn fetched the key, opened the shed,
and retrieved a small trowel. “This
will do fine, I think,” she said, and she walked to the edge of the border
where she crouched down and began to dig in the soil.
Almost immediately she began to unearth some worms, and she placed these
in the jar beside her. Soon she had
quite a collection, and she returned to Julie with her eyes shining.
“Shall I put them inside you?” she
asked.
“Be my guest,” replied Julie.
Lynn took each worm in turn and pushed
it into Julie’s vaginal opening. When
nine were inside, Julie clamped her hand over her cunt. “Ohh,” she said, “I can feel them wriggling inside me.
My goodness, they move a lot more than slugs do.”
Her legs wide apart, she writhed on the
ground in sheer pleasure, then she lifted her hand away from her pussy so that
the worms could find their way out. Lynn,
delighted to see the slender front end of one of them appearing at Julie’s
opening, took a few more pictures to preserve the moment.
“This is brilliant,” she enthused.
“Shall we fill our cunts with slugs and worms tomorrow morning, and
then tape our pussies so that we can keep them inside at school?”
Julie shook her head.
“They’d die,” she said, “and I don’t want them to die just for
our fun. That would be cruel.”
Lynn nodded. “Good point,” she agreed.
“Shame though. Are there
any other animals that could live quite happily inside our cunts?”
Julie pondered this for a moment.
“I don’t know,” she said.
“How about maggots?” said Lynn
suddenly. “We could fill our
cunts with maggots. They eat shit,
don’t they? Well, we’ll put
some shit up there for them to feed on while we’re at school.”
Julie shuddered. “Crumbs Lynn,” she said.
“I don’t think I could bear to have maggots inside me.
Slugs and worms are all right – they’re harmless and, well, friendly.
But maggots … there’s something sinister about them – they give me
the creeps.”
Lynn laughed. “Well that’s a phobia we’ll have to cure you of,” she
said. “Maggots are harmless
enough. Well, most kinds anyway.
They just eat dead stuff.”
Julie shook her head.
“I just don’t think I could. Don’t
you have any phobias? Don’t you
get freaked out by any creepy-crawlies?”
Lynn hesitated. “Well,” she said, “I suppose I have to admit to a
certain arachnophobia. I can’t
abide spiders – they totally terrify me.
I know it’s silly, but I just can’t help it.”
Julie chuckled. “Now there’s a
phobia we’ll have to cure you of,”
she said.
Lynn gazed deeply into Julie’s eyes.
“And how will you do that, my darling?” she asked.
“Hmm, well I think we’d have to
strip you, tie you down, and let a few spiders roam around on your naked
body,” decided Julie.
Lynn shivered in fear, but she bit her
lip and managed to say, “Do as you want with me, Julie. My body is yours to do with as you see fit.”
“Excellent,” said Julie, and she
went to fetch the tent pegs.
A short while later, Lynn was naked and
lying spread-eagled on her back in the middle of the lawn.
Her wrists and ankles were each securely tied to little clusters of tent
pegs that Julie had driven deep into the ground.
She could not move an inch – Julie had done a thorough job.
She waited in breathless anticipation while Julie fetched the next
surprise item – a large sheet of clear polythene shrinkwrap that Martin had
‘borrowed’ from a packaging company some years before.
Julie threw the shinkwrap over the top
of Lynn’s body, then folded it underneath her on both sides.
She tucked it tightly around Lynn’s neck and then cut it with scissors
so that she could secure it around each leg.
By the time she was finished, Lynn was wrapped in a cocoon of plastic
which would not only hold the spiders in, but would also allow Julie to see
exactly what was going on.
“Now stay there,” said Julie with a
grin, and she went to fetch the key to the garage.
Martin’s garage was never used for
parking his car. In fact he hardly
ever went in there – it was full of surplus pieces of furniture, all wrapped
up to protect against the damp, and boxes of household sundries that he had
either not got around to throwing away, or could not fit in the house.
The place practically seethed with spiders.
Julie took both jars with her, and began
to collect the arachnids. This
proved not as easy as she had hoped, mainly because they moved so quickly and
could hide in little cracks and crevices that she could not access.
She persisted, however, and enticed several out by tapping lightly on
their webs. Some of those she found
were barely half an inch in width, but many, she was thrilled to see, were
monsters (by English standards) at over two inches from leg tips to leg tips.
Her technique improved over the next
half hour, and she began to become adept at entrapping the creatures.
Eventually, however, the resource began to dry up, and besides she was
worried about having left Lynn so alone and vulnerable for so long.
She left the garage, locked it, and went round to the back garden again.
“Hi!” said Lynn. “I was wondering where you had got to. Oh my goodness!
How
many?” She stared in horror at the two jars, which were heaving with
frantic spiders.
Julie grinned, then pulled open a flap
she had cut in the shrinkwrap just over Lynn’s navel. Removing the lid of one of the jars, she poured its contents
on to Lynn’s belly, as Lynn shrieked in terror and writhed ineffectually
against her bonds.
The spiders dashed hither and thither,
running up and down Lynn’s body, looking for a way back to their territories.
They crawled everywhere – over Lynn’s stomach, over her breasts, over
the lower part of her neck until they hit the shrinkwrap, then back down
Lynn’s torso to her pussy, where they variously scattered over her thighs and
down the middle to her cunt and anus. As
they tickled Lynn’s clitoris she gasped, her arousal warring with her fear and
revulsion for control over her mind.
“Okay,” said Julie, “I’m just
going to leave you there for a while.”
“Don’t leave me!” begged Lynn.
“You’ll be fine,” Julie assured
her with a grin. “They won’t
hurt you.” She turned and went
indoors, then watched in silence from the kitchen window, where Lynn could not
see her. She began to masturbate,
seeing Lynn’s body contort in a feeble attempt to dislodge the spiders from
wherever they were roaming.
Twenty minutes later Julie picked up the
digital camera, then went out to take a few pictures. Then, having decided that her friend had suffered enough, she
removed the shrinkwrap and allowed the spiders to go their separate ways.
Then she untied Lynn, who fell into her arms, exhausted.
“There, there,” Julie comforted her.
“Phobia cured now?”
“Not even slightly,” whispered Lynn.
“That was horrible. But it
was kind of cool to be so powerless to do anything about it.”
Julie nodded. “Okay,” she said. “Take
a few minutes to recover, then get a dress on and we’ll wash some windows.”
Lynn smiled. “Yes, my love,” she said.
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