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Copyright 2005 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. adults only.
Rachael doesn't like her cousin Sandy very much and the teen plots to abuse the child's trust and friendship, determined to turn the girl into her personal pussy slave.
Story Codes: f/g, pedo, oral, mast, first, WS, reluctant
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Libertine Girls
by Rachael
I’ve already told you: the only way to a woman’s heart is along the path of torment. I know none other as sure.
-Marquis de Sade
Why is it that women like to torture women do you think?
I don't know. It's true though, of that I have no doubt. When I was 14 my cousin Sandy came to visit us, along with the rest of her family, of course. I was a little put out by it, surrendering my bed to my Aunt and Uncle for 3 days over Thanksgiving. I love my bedroom. It's mine, nobody else should even be allowed inside. But they were and my tantrum only got me a beating with my father's belt. You would think 14 is too old for a belt, but I suppose it's too old for tantrums also.
I ended up in the attic, which really isn't an attic. It's clean and orderly; we store some things up there, but it also serves as a nice spot to escape. To read, or write, or water paint. There's an old day bed up there, with a trundle and that's where my cousin and I were bedded down. Sandy was 8 then, still a baby, and I hated her. I tortured her in small ways, playing games with her emotions. She wanted to be friends so bad. She always looked up to me like a big sister she never had.
You're probably thinking I did something really horrible, something deviant and darkly sexual to her body and mind. But I didn't. I just did the usual tricks, like stealing that stupid doll she carried around everywhere, hiding it until the whole house was turned upside down searching for it. Pretending I had no idea how it ended up stuffed behind the sofa in my Dad's study. Things like that, just to see her cry. I wish I'd broken Sandy's hymen back then, now that I think about it. That would have been a good trick too.
The best thing I did during that short visit was pee on her.
We were in that bed that first night and I waited until I was sure Sandy was sleeping. She had her little Winnie the Pooh pajamas on, and that sweet little doll tucked under her arm. Her long blonde hair was spread around her like a golden halo, my family's little angel. I moved slowly, holding my breath as I snuggled up next to her, lifting my leg so it was over her soft little tummy. I moved a little more, getting above her, keeping my weight mostly on my knees and arms as I straddled her. I was so quiet, so gentle when I lowered myself on top of her. I was like a dark blanket covering her beneath the sheets. The little mound of my sex was above hers, tucked safely away in her jammies. My face was close to hers, I could hear her soft breathing and smell her little girl breath.
I reached down with one hand, carefully to pull my panties aside. I spread my lightly furred pussy, my plump little lips. When I let my bladder go, easing the muscles cautiously, it was like I was cumming and I bit my lip to keep quiet. Piss poured out of me, caught in my fingers and spraying lightly out on top of Sandy. It soaked her, seeping through the cotton and between her thighs. I imagined her white cotton panties growing wet with my piss and I shuddered. I watched her carefully, enjoying the little flickers of subconscious sensation showing on her pretty face.
When I was done, when I'd pushed all the urine I could from inside me, I moved slowly and carefully back into my place. I put my arm over my little cousin gently, and one of my legs over hers. I could feel how wet she was, the hot pee cooling and soaking into the sheets and mattress beneath us. I rubbed my hand down her chest and tummy, so lightly, like a feather, until my fingers found her slightly spread legs. I touched her hidden little pussy, feeling it wet and I wondered if maybe Sandy hadn’t urinated too, a subconscious sympathetic release to match my own. I fell asleep like that, smiling.
In the morning I complained loudly, of course, yelling at her for being such a baby and wetting the bed. Everyone said I should leave her alone; little Sandy got all the sympathy. But she was sad too and apologizing to me tearfully. It made me feel good and I accepted it, hiding my loathing of her and pretending it was okay. I was her big sister, sort of, acting the role just so she’d let me play even more cruelty later.
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I didn’t see her again for a year. Thanksgiving was our big get together, every year, and so a year later when I was 15 and little 9 year old Sandy popped back into my life again, I expected it. I’d started masturbating a lot during that time. Rubbing my pussy and getting off almost every night. Sometimes I thought about some of the girls at school and what I’d like to do to them. I’d already figured out I was totally gay. I think I always knew. I had crushes and fell in and out of love a lot, but I never did anything about it. I turned down the boys who asked me out. I didn’t want anything to do with them.
And masturbation became my refuge, keeping me sane while I hid my true feelings. Like I said, I thought about other girls at school, but mostly I thought about Sandy. I remembered how I’d pissed all over her and that always got me off. I didn’t know why, exactly. I hated the little twerp, but pissing on her…oh that was good! I imagined doing other things to her, mostly involving my pee. Like making her drink it. I really wanted to see that and somehow I was going to make it happen.
She was still beautiful, still an angel. Small and skinny with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Always cheerful, always smiling. Sandy was the darling of the family. I was the black sheep, dark with my caramel skin and black hair. My deep brown eyes and Asian features, courtesy of my mother’s Filipina blood. I’m only half Filipina but as far as anyone outside the immediate family was concerned, I looked like I’d just stepped off a banana boat. Guys love that look though, some girls too…it just took me a while to figure that out. Sandy thought I was the most beautiful girl in the world, which might have been funny if she weren’t so serious. But what does a nine year old know anyway?
She followed me around like a lost puppy for the first two day and it was getting on my nerves. It’s hard enough to get any privacy, especially since I found myself back in the attic with her again. But at least I’d been able to look at her while I rubbed my pussy. When Sandy was sleeping I liked her a lot. But I wanted to do more and I did something that second night. She went to bed about 8:30 every night and I got a glass from the kitchen, went into the bathroom and pissed in it. I filled it almost all the way, light golden piss that warmed the glass in my hand. I carried it upstairs slowly, carefully, not seeing anyone else. They were all downstairs playing UNO or something.
I went into the attic and saw Sandy lying there, reading a Simpson’s comic book. “Hi!” I smiled at her and she smiled too. She was always happy to see me.
“Hi Rachael!” She sat up. “Do you want to read my comic books with me?”
“Sure!” I sounded especially happy even though I couldn’t stand crap like that. “I brought some apple juice, you want some?”
“Okay!” She was so naïve, so trusting. I walked over to the bed and handed her the glass.
“Careful.” I told her.
“It’s warm.” She sort of made a face but she took a big drink anyway and I almost creamed!! She even swallowed most of it before she coughed and spit it out all over herself. She spilled some from the glass too, onto her little nightgown.
“What’s the matter?” I took the glass away and stared at the girl as she stuck out her tongue.
“What is that?” She asked.
“It’s just apple juice, I don’t know.” I gave her sort of a mean look. “You didn’t have to spill it!”
“It tastes weird!”
“It’s fine. Drink some more.” I offered her the glass again but she wouldn’t take it.
“You try it!” She told me, so I did.
“I took a long sip, drinking maybe half of what was left in the glass. It was different, sort of salty and a little tangy, sour like, and it gave me goose bumps, knowing I was drinking my own hot pee.
“It’s just warm, that’s all.” I laughed at her and gave her the glass. “Drink it and then we’ll read your comic book.”
She looked at me doubtfully but took it and even drank it all, swallowing quickly and making a face again. “It’s funny tasting apple juice.”
“It’s good though, huh?” I smiled at her and gave her a little kiss on the forehead for a reward.
“Yeah.” She smiled weakly. “It’s okay I guess.”
“Let’s read and I’ll get some more later.”
“Okay!” She was so happy just to be my friend. We lay there, side by side reading about Bart Simpson and his stupid wacky adventures. I was smiling a lot, nodding and helping sometimes with some of the words, but mostly I was rubbing my pussy, just a little, thinking about how Sandy had drank my piss.
“You want some more apple juice?” I asked her after we’d finished two comic books. Sandy was getting sleepy.
“Okay.” My little nine year old cousin replied.
I smiled and put her under the covers and went downstairs, but not to the kitchen. I just went into the bathroom and peed a little more.
When I came back and gave Sandy the glass she didn’t say anything, just smiled at took it. I stared at her, feeling my tummy doing flip-flops as she drank it, half a big glass of my fresh urine. She licked her lips and I took the glass back.
“Taste good?” I smiled at her.
“Yeah, it was okay. Sorta hot though.” She giggled and I laughed too. I turned off the lights and took the glass downstairs, washed it real good and went back upstairs.
Sandy was almost asleep, but she opened her eyes when I turned on the lamp next to the bed. She watched me as I undressed, stripping completely naked. I looked around; knowing I’d left my sleeping t-shirt down in my bedroom. I didn’t even have any clean panties up there. I frowned and complained about it and then just told Sandy to move over a little.
“You’re gonna sleep naked?” She asked me, a little shocked I think.
“Sure, why not?” I climbed under the sheets, getting real close to her. “We’re both girls, so what?”
She didn’t say anything and I didn’t either. I just let her go to sleep and then I rubbed my cunt like there was no tomorrow. It took me about 2 minutes before I was cumming and my fingers were wet and oily with my girl goo. As I lay there, breathing heavily and coming down from my little orgasm, I had a wicked idea. I rubbed my fingers over Sandy’s pretty little mouth, spreading my fuck juices over lips and even inside when she opened them just a little. It made me think she wanted it, that her subconscious knew what that musky girl smell meant, what that tangy sweet taste was. She was a little dyke, my own little lesbian lover now. It made my heart rush again, spreading warmth through me and I frigged my pussy again, rubbing my aching clit hard until I gushed with excitement. I spread it around her face too, and not just her lips, but her cheeks and chin, even her nose, until her whole face was shining with my juices. I kissed her gently; tasting myself on her lips, and so fell happily asleep.
I spent the rest of that week in much the same way, feeding the unsuspecting girl my piss every night before bed and then fingering myself to two or three outrageous orgasms and spreading my juices all over her face. A couple times I was cumming so good I woke her up, but if she wondered at what I was doing Sandy never said anything. Not until the last night before she and her family were going back home. I made it a point to frig myself extra hard, jerking my body and moaning until I was sure she was awake.
“What’s wrong, Rachael?” She asked me, sitting up with some small fright.
“Nothing!” I hissed at her, “Lie back down!”
“What are you doing?” She asked next. I hadn’t bothered to stop; I’d only slowed down a little.
“Lie down and I’ll tell you! Be quiet now!” I answered. “It’s a secret!”
“A secret?” She lay down quickly. I knew that would get her attention. “What kind of secret?”
“It’s a secret way of feeling good.” I told her.
“How?” She couldn’t see what my hands were doing, but she knew I was moving around.
“You gotta promise not to tell!” I whispered.
“Okay.”
“No!” I insisted. “You have to say it! You have to promise, Sandy!”
“Okay! I promise!” Her eyes were open wide in thin dim light and looking at me with such a pretty innocence I just wanted to hurt her. I don’t know why.
“Take off your pajamas and your panties.” I whispered to her
“What?” She looked at me.
“Do you wanna do it or not?” I frowned at her. “Probably you’re too little anyway.”
“No I am not.” She stuck her little chin out defiantly. Sandy was so cute like that and she shrugged her little butt out of her pajamas and then her panties, showing them to me as if to prove she wasn’t a little kid like I’d thought.
“Good.” I smiled, being her friend again. “Now…here…like this…” I took her hand and put it on my pussy, pulling her closer and down a little, since she was so much smaller than me.
I felt her hand jerk back as she felt the warmth of my sex, the soft hair growing just above my slit. I was so wet and hot already I knew I was going to make Sandy frig me off. I grabbed her hand again and pulled it hard.
“Do you wanna learn or not? Just put your hand here…” I put her fingers right on my slit, pushing them against me.
“But I don’t want to touch you there!” She was a little loud and I shushed her.
“Be quiet! You’ll ruin it! I’m going to touch you too; you don’t have to be shy! We’re friends right?” I held her hand against me, Sandy’s fingers more or less curled up in a fist so she wouldn’t have to touch my vagina too much.
“Yeah.” Sandy whispered, quieter now. “But my Mommy sai…”
“I told you it’s a secret, this is what big girls do, Sandy.” I sounded exasperated. “This is what best friends do, understand? If you wanna be a little kid, go sleep in your Mommy’s bed then!” I let her hand go, pushing it away and I rolled over, giving the little girl my back.
“Rachael?” I heard her voice a few seconds later and I smiled secretly, but didn’t answer. “Rachael?” She repeated.
“What?” I sounded mad at her and when she spoke again it sounded like she was going to cry.
“I’m sorry. I can do it.”
I shook my head, still looking away from her. “No you can’t Sandy, just go to sleep.”
“Yes I can!” She touched me, just a little on my back. “I’m sorry, I can do it. Please?”
“Alright.” I sighed, turning over again, laying on my back. “One more chance, but if you act like a little kid again I’m not going to be your friend anymore. Okay?”
Sandy swallowed hard and nodded in the dim light.
“Now touch me, where I wanted you to before.” I wasn’t going to hold her hand this time. I wanted her to do it all by herself and she did! I felt her hand reaching out, her arm drifting across my tummy and then I almost creamed when I felt her sweaty palm pressing against my clit, her spread fingers across my swollen labia.
“Like that?” She asked softly.
“Yeah, good. Now I’m gonna touch you and show you the secret okay?” I smiled at her, speaking nice and gently again. “Whatever you feel me doing to you, I want you to try and do to me, okay Sandy?”
“Okay.” My little cousin licked her lips and nodded.
I reached out slowly, turning my body just a little so I could use my right hand. I found her tiny flat tummy and moved lower, feeling under the covers for her innocent pre-teen sex. I felt the warmth of her, the softness. I found the fatty little swell of her sex, immature and virginal and I pressed my fingers there lightly. Sandy stiffened noticeably, barely breathing and I smiled at her.
“It’s okay…We’re best friends now, right? We don’t have any secrets we’re just gonna feel good, okay?” She didn’t say anything. “Okay Sandy?” I insisted and then she did nod, letting out a breath.
I pushed her thighs open a little more, sliding my hand between them sideways and then turning it, so she had to give me room. I rubbed slowly up and down her cleft, feeling it so small and tight. It was as if she had no labia at all, no clitoris, just a slit. I remembered mine, how it had looked and felt, although I’d never masturbated when I was nine! I resisted the urge to laugh. Sandy was definitely going to learn a lot faster than I ever had!
I rubbed my middle finger up and down slowly, feeling the silky softness of her little pussy yielding only slightly, giving me just enough room for my fingertip to tease along the short crack of her sex. I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked them, getting them nice and wet before bringing them back to Sandy’s prepubescent cunt. I started rubbing again, this time it was better as my saliva lubricated her just enough so I could slide the length of my finger back and forth over her slit, not inside it, just over it, between the folds.
“How does that feel?” I whispered to her.
Sandy was making a funny little face, not quite pleasure, or pain, or anything like that. I think it was just fear, nervousness more than anything else. She was concentrating on it, I thought and that was good.
“I-I don’t know…It feels funny, Rachael.” She whispered and her breathing was slow and shallow.
"It’s supposed to.” I giggled softly. “You gotta rub me too, just do it like I’m doing it, okay?”
As soon as I said that, Sandy seemed to remember that she was touching me too and her hand pulled away just a fraction, but she quickly brought it back, pressing her small hand against my dripping hot pussy and she started to rub me slowly, moving a finger back and forth over my slit.
“Go ahead, feel it all over, Sandy. See what I feel like down there.” I was urging her, feeling my own breath catching inside because I couldn’t believe I had that stupid little cousin of mine fingering my pussy. “We’re both girls, yours is gonna be like mine someday.”
“Oh.” Sandy gave a little surprised sound as if that hadn’t occurred to her before. “You feel hot down there.” She finally said, and I could tell Sandy was relaxing just a little. I kept rubbing her and she actually started smiling a little. “And it’s wet!” She stared at me. “Did you pee?”
I laughed and shook my head. “Don’t be dumb!” I shifted a little, rubbing my finger around her tiny hole gently, feeling just the barest hint of something that might grow into a clit. I pressed it with my thumb. “Big girls get wet down there when they have fun. It’s special girl juice.”
Sandy giggled. “Girl juice?” She was moving her butt a little. “Why?”
“So it doesn’t hurt when your girlfriend puts her fingers in there!” I whispered back, making it sound like everybody in the world knew that.
“Inside?” Sandy’s eyes got a little bigger. We’d just been rubbing around the outside for the last 10 minutes or so, sort of exploring.
“Yeah. Like this…” I decided this was as good a time as ever and I turned over fully so I was on my side and I worked my left arm under Sandy’s neck, cradling her too me.
“What are you doing?” Sandy still had her hand between my legs, more or less trapped there now as I had my thighs pressed together.
“I’m going to show you.” I pulled my fingers back up to my mouth, getting them as wet as I could. “I’m gonna break your cherry.”
“Huh?” Sandy had no idea what I was talking about.
I shushed her and put my mouth on hers, kissing her finally, like I’d been wanting to do for so long. She went stiff again and I thought she’d pull her mouth away, or at least try to, but she didn’t. I covered her little lips with mine and pushed my hand back between her legs, finding Sandy’s little hole and I slipped the tip of my middle finger inside. Just that much, barely half an inch, felt so warm and tight. I knew this was gonna be good!
“Open your mouth.” I breathed softly. “I want to give you a best friend’s kiss.” Sandy did as I asked, but mostly because she was trying to talk I think. I didn’t give her the chance, I locked my lips on hers, pushing into her sweet little mouth with my tongue, licking and wriggling it around while she did start to push and jerk a little then.
I started pushing too, with my hand, wriggling my middle finger and working it inside her tight little pussy. She felt like she was on fire inside, so soft, almost buttery. I was finger fucking the nine year old slowly, feeling her body tense and her head turning this way and that, but I was too big, too strong and I was so desperate to own her finally and completely. I kissed her relentlessly, almost fucking Sandy’s soft wet mouth with my tongue, when the tip of my finger grazed what had to be her hymen.
My finger wasn’t really long, but it was long enough. Sandy kept trying to close her legs and I had my hand curled between them, all except my middle finger. I eased out of her a little, feeling Sandy relax slightly and I pulled my mouth away from hers, both of us breathing hard.
“It hurts, Rachael.” Sandy whispered and I noticed for the first time that she had tears in her eyes, barely discernable in the dim light of the attic.
“I know, Sandy. But after this you won’t be a little kid ever again.” I promised her, trying to keep my voice steady. I was on the verge of my best orgasm ever.
“I don’t wanna do it anymore.” She was saying, trying to slip from my grip, but I ignored her protests.
“Quiet now.” I took a deep breath, feeling her little cunt so hot and tight around the tip of my finger. “Spread your legs more and I’ll stop.”
Amazingly, Sandy did just that, accepting what I said as the truth, the way she always did. I didn’t wait for my preteen cousin to change her mind either, I put my mouth back on hers, covering it completely with my lips. I held her body tightly and rammed my hand upward, between her thin soft thighs as hard as I could. It was like punching the child in her cunt and it made me cum immediately as my middle finger, stiff and sharp and long, speared into Sandy’s cherry. I felt her body tense uncontrollably, her legs closing like a vice around my hand and wrist, her mouth struggling to loose her scream of betrayal and pain. And inside the child, deep between her little girl folds, I felt her hymen ripped open, her soft flesh torn and wet with her blood. I held my hand there, wriggling my finger as best I could, savoring the heat of her as my own pussy convulsed and ran with a sudden torrent of juices.
It was a long, beautiful moment and I drank her pain and fear. Sandy finally just seemed to collapse in my arms, her whole body going slack and I pulled my mouth away slowly. She’d been sobbing silently, her little body shaking, but now she’d stopped. I worked my finger in and out between her slack legs, knowing that the wetness I felt there was her virginal blood.
“It hurts.” She was saying weakly and right then Sandy’s quaking voice was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard. “It hurts a lot, Rachael.”
“I know, Sandy.” I almost felt some sympathy, perhaps, but maybe it was only my imagination. I hadn’t really hurt her at all. Everyone loses their cherry sometime. I’d probably done the girl a favor. “I’ll kiss it for you.”
If Sandy heard me, if she understood what I meant, she gave me no sign of it. Not until I’d crawled down between her legs and pushed my mouth against her tiny cunt. I’d never done that, licked another girl, but I had always wanted to. I’d fantasized a thousand times about it, and now I was there, between Sandy’s thighs. And it was better too, because I could taste her blood. I kissed and licked at her tiny hole, widened by my finger, loosened slightly, but already closed so tightly I could barely work the tip of my tongue inside.
“What are you doing?” Sandy suddenly came to life, as if waking from a dream and her voice was loud.
“Shhhh…” I reached up awkwardly, putting my hand over her mouth. “I’m making you feel better. Doesn’t it feel better?”
“Mmmmpph…” She sort of made an agreeing sound and nodded her head, but I could see her eyes were wide as she looked down her body at me. I took my hand away. “It still hurts though.”
I giggled at my little cousin and sucked gently at her pussy for a few more minutes, thinking I could spend hours licking her tender blood stained cunt. But I wanted more than just that, so reluctantly I moved back up her body. “Did it feel good?” I asked her. She’d stopped crying some time before, and now she even smiled at me.
“Yeah. Sorta.” She was so beautiful. “It hurts in my tummy though.”
“That’ll go away.” I promised her. “You’re my girlfriend now, Sandy. Did ya know that?” She shook her little blonde head. “Well, you are and that’s better than just best friends.”
“It is?” She looked pleased at that, like I knew she would be and I rubbed her tummy lightly.
“Oh yeah, way better, Sandy.” I knew what I wanted and I licked my lips. “Do you want me to be your girlfriend too?”
“Yeah.” She nodded quickly. She wasn’t sure what a girlfriend was, I knew, but if I told her it was good, she believed me.
“Then you gotta kiss me too.” I smiled at her. “Like I kissed you.”
The realization of what I was saying came slowly into her eyes and they widened noticeably. “You mean down…there?” She whispered and I nodded. “But that’s where your pee comes from!”
“So? I’m not gonna pee!” I laughed. “You didn’t pee on me did you?”
“No.”
“And it felt good, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Then you gotta do it if you want me to be your girlfriend.” I told her matter of factly. I was already moving, I’d decided I wanted to make her eat me, really suck my pussy good, and so I needed to be completely in control. I needed to be on top of her.
“But I don’t wanna kiss you there, Rachael.” She was saying. “Can’t we just kiss our lips?”
“No.” I was sliding up, rising above her as she lay there on her back. “That’s just a best friend kiss, not a girlfriend kiss.”
I knew she was a little frightened, but that just made it better for me when I knelt above her, my legs spread on either side of her head and shoulders. I lowered my bare sex down to her face, resisting the urge I had to grind my cunt to her mouth immediately. I just held myself above her, my humid vagina barely an inch above her lips. I held Sandy’s head in my hands tightly, my fingers curled in her silky blonde hair.
“Kiss me now, Sandy.” I was urging her, pulling her mouth up to my pussy. She resisted only slightly and that first touch of her tightly shut mouth against my pussy was electric. It sent little shocks of pleasure through my body and I nearly lost it completely.
The nine year old pushed out her tiny tongue slightly, giving me just a tentative lick and I sighed with pleasure. Sandy didn’t know it, but this was just the start. She was going to be my little cunt lapper for the rest of her life, I promised myself. As she grew used to the smell of my arousal, the taste of my juices, Sandy’s reluctance seemed to slowly disappear. I wasn’t hurting her by any means, if anything I was trying to be as nice and gentle as possible. I needed her love and most especially her trust, if I was going to own the girl, and that was what I wanted more than anything else.
I’d taken Sandy’s virginity and she’d never forget that. I was her first love and now she was accepting it, tonguing my pussy with ever increasing enthusiasm until I barely had to guide her. Her hands were no longer pushing me away, but holding me tight as she licked and sucked my labia. She wasn’t terribly good at it, although at the time I’d had no experience at all and it seemed wonderful. It wasn’t long before my little cousin had me ready to cum all over her pretty face.
I didn’t tell her how close I was when I pushed myself down, mashing my cunt against her face. She made muffled sounds of protest, doubtless confused by it and maybe even afraid as my vagina threatened to suffocate her. Sandy’s little hands pushed and pulled at my thighs and hips, but I ignored her. I was grinding now, rocking my hips and working my ass, forcing my slick juicing cunt all over the child’s face. I was cumming so good, rockets and butterflies shooting off in my belly. My boobs ached and my nipples burned, threatening to leap from my breasts it seemed. I rubbed myself, pinching and twisting my tits as my girl goo ran out of my hole and into Sandy’s gasping mouth. All she could do was fight for air and swallow my orgasm as it flooded out of me.
Later, when we were done, when I’d cum 3 or 4 times and felt gloriously exhausted, I told her what she had to know.
“We’re girlfriends now, Sandy. You’re my cunt licker girlfriend.” I grinned at her reaction, obviously knowing that cunt licker had to be a very dirty word, even if she wasn’t sure what it meant. “Next time you come here you’re going to lick my cunt every day. You understand me?”
Sandy nodded and swallowed hard.
“You have to suck my pussy whenever I want for as long as I want, cause we’re girlfriends.” I hugged her like I loved her or something.
“Okay.” She said in her small sweet voice.
“I’m gonna call you every week too and ask you if you miss sucking my cunt.” I was almost giggling as weird thoughts kept filling my head. “And if you ever say no, I’m gonna find a new girlfriend.”
“What?” She looked at me and hugged me a little tighter.
“You heard me. And if you ever tell anyone about us being girlfriends, I’m never gonna like you ever again. I swear!”
“I won’t tell.” Sandy promised, and I believed her. She wouldn’t tell because she’d licked my pussy for half an hour, maybe longer, and that had to be a secret! But also, and most especially, Sandy would never tell because she loved me.
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