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Iolanthe Summerisle lay on her bed and thought about her
day. It had been lovely; she and her wonderful older brother had had their
semi regular riding session. Io always enjoyed those she liked the tightness
of her jodhpurs but perhaps even more she liked Tam’s tight britches. She
also liked the feeling of the saddle against her as she rode her stallion
hard.
And then tonight, like many
nights, she’d get in to bed and wait, and then she’d hear the door to her
room open and… but tonight was different.
After the ride, she’d made a new friend, a
girl her own age. Io was the virtue of her parentage, the leader of a large
group of teenage girls in the village. However meeting a new friend was
always exciting
The new friend, Tara Sweetman was currently sitting on the
coach in the corner of Io’s vast bedroom, looking through a book of 18th
century art. Tara was discovering the art was
quite bawdy. Alongside satirical cartoons, which lampooned politicians Tara had never heard of, were images of incredibly rude
occurrences.
Tara had been surprised to find that the Summerisles allowed
their children to drink wine at dinner and had, out of politeness, drunk a
couple of glasses. She was feeling quite lightheaded. She found herself going
back to a picture featuring a woman sitting on the lap of a
man in the street. The woman had hiked up her skirts, and there were a
lot of them, and was straddling the man’s huge penis.
Tara
couldn’t
seam to drag her eyes away from the site. Her tipsy
concentration was disturbed by Io saying “Time for bed I think”. Tara then came to an embarrassing realization.
“I don’t have anything to wear in bed Io!” she explained,
embarrassed.
Iolanthe looked confused “Wear? we’re
going to bed, don’t you sleep naked?”
Tara blushed, “um no Io,
I usually wear a night dress”
“Oh but that must be so uncomfortable” Io declared,
already unbuttoning her shirt. “Look,” She said, if you like you can sleep in
that dress but please don’t worry about not having anything to wear, I never
do”
Tara watched as her new
friend discarded her shirt and slid the tight britches down her long brown
legs. Beneath the riding clothes, Iolanthe was wearing a small pink thong and
no bra. Tara remembered that she had also
forgone a bra today. The drink was making her feel bolder. She stood up, a
little unsteadily, and walked to the bed.
Io had removed the thong and now stood completely naked. Tara noticed that her friend had no hair at all between
her legs. Io felt Tara’s stare, “Oh I’ve been shaving there since I was about
13” she explained, I like how it looks and feels that way.”
Tara slowly, due to her inebriated state,
pulled the dress over her head, she heard Io gasp. “God Tara, your titties
are beautiful!”
Tara smiled at the compliment
“really?” She asked.
“Uh huh, you’re beautiful”
Tara blushed even more
but did not resist when Io took her hand and lead her to the huge mirror that
dominated the wall opposite Io’s bed. Io gently urged Tara
to stand in front to the mirror and then stood behind her. Tara
could see the taller girl smiling in the mirror bovver her shoulder. Tara also saw Iolanthe’s hands slowly rise up to cup
her breasts. She felt a strange but pleasant feeling as her friend played
with her nipples. Tara could also feel Io’s
own nipples stiffening against her back.
Tara was quite
disappointed when Io stopped playing with her tits. A mix of bewilderment and
excitement soon replaced her disappointment as Io tugged at her panties and
pulled them down to the floor. Tara did not
look down as she stepped out of the yellow panties but instead studied her
reflection in the mirror. Io had left her nipples incredibly stiff. Tara could feel the tingle between her legs again and
her boobs began to feel heavy.
Io stood up again. She moved to the side and the vision of
the two naked girls filled the mirror. Io’s breasts were smaller than
Tara
’s
but her nipples were just as stiff. Between Miss Summerisles legs, a
glistening fluid had begun to appear.
Io moved closer to Tara and encircled her waist. She turned her friend
around until they were face to face. Io removed Tara’s
glasses and placed them on the dresser. Tara’s
vision was blurred but she felt Io’s hands on her ass, pulling her hips
closer. Tara’s nipples poked against Io’s,
she felt the heat emanating from between Io’s legs against her thighs, and at
that moment Io kissed her.
It was a shocking moment for Tara
since she’d not really done anything like this
before. Now here she was completely naked being kissed
by a girl. Io managed to hold the kiss until Tara’s
mouth opened a little. Tara’s eyes widened
as she felt her friends tongue enter her mouth. Io was still in control and
maneuvered her friend so that Tara now had
her back to the mirror. She felt Io easing her ass cheeks apart. Tara instinctively knew that her hairy pussy was being reflected through her legs.
Io broke the kiss. Wordlessly she guided Tara
to the bed. Tara fell back and Io lay on top
of her. The slim girl again kissed Tara who didn’t
resist and actually kissed back with increasing passion. Io broke the kiss
again; this caused Tara to give a little
moan of disappointment “ooowww!” Io smiled at her
friend and placed a finger on Tara’s lip to
silence her.
Io kissed Tara’s neck
from there she moved slowly, traveling by little kisses, down Miss Sweetman’s
body. Io kissed Tara’s tits all over before
gently sucking on the already rigid nipples. Tara
sighed at the attention and felt her legs, which were hanging over the bed,
open wider.
Io had reached Tara’s belly button and here she licked the
deep little hole causing Tara to give a
little giggle. Io reached under her friend and gave Tara’s
ass a squeeze. Io continued to move downward until she on the ground between Tara’s legs.
Tara felt her legs being urged further apart and the warm breath of her
friend on her pussy as Io placed tiny fleeting kisses on the hairy lips. When
Io’s tongue connected with Tara’s clit, the 15-year-old
let out a mew of pleasure. Iolanthe began to lap at Tara’s
cunt.
Tara’s mind, already misty with alcohol, fled and her body
responded automatically, small cries escaped her throat “uh uhhhhh
aaaaaah” These cries were interrupted by a small
moment of surprise as Io slid the tip on her little finger into Tara’s ass.
The invasive presence only seemed to intensify the feeling
of pleasure pulsing from between Tara’s legs
and soon the only thing Miss Sweetman felt was an almost primal wave of
pleasure. Just before all thought and outside sensation faded, Tara had the impression that she heard, though she
could place from where, someone applauding.
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