DEPENDENCY

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 20 ]

Over the next two of weeks, April led her mom along slowly. When standing at the door with a Pepsi was routine after a couple of days, the command was to be wearing a string bikini and waiting with a Pepsi. Then it was lingerie. After a trip to the store with Frank, April presented her mother with a present. It was a very risqué French maid’s costume. The black dress showed a lot of cleavage and barely covered Angie’s ass.

It was Wednesday morning of the second week when April gave the present to her mom. Angie took one look at the dress, lacy white apron, and cute little cap and said, “Yes, m’lady.”

Angie gave in so easy that April added a twist she had planned on saving. “Wear this, your black garter belt, black stockings, and black high heels.” She paused. “No bra. No panties.”

Angie felt the hot stab of humiliation as her daughter gave her those instructions. But, she’d stopped fighting her lowly role and accepted the order without question.

When she came home from school right on time, April smirked at the way her mother looked. She was dressed just as she had been told, holding a little silver tray, and balancing a glass of ice and Pepsi on the tray. April took the glass from the tray and took a sip. “Oops,” she said as a book “slipped” from her grasp and fell to the floor. “Be a dear and get that for me, Angie,” said April.

When Angie squatted down to pick up the book, April snapped, “Don’t bend your knees. Just bend at the waist.”

Angie blushed as she bent, knowing her daughter was checking out her exposed ass and pussy as the dress flipped into the air. She stood and handed the book to April. “Anything else, m’lady?”

“Yes, just one other thing,” said April. “Tomorrow I want you wearing exactly the same thing, but have two Pepsi’s.” She turned and walked away, leaving her mother to wonder why she should have two drinks. The obvious answer was just too terrible to believe. April was bringing a friend home.

April was being a busy girl. Phoebe came by every afternoon. Since she stopped by her own house to check in and change her clothes, she always came over a few minutes after April got home. That meant that Angie was always able to slink away and get properly dressed before Phoebe arrived. Angie didn’t know what went on in April’s room and since she wanted to be as invisible as possible, she never checked on the two girls.

This afternoon was no exception. April and Phoebe retired to April’s bedroom where they started kissing almost immediately. Phoebe was so enamored with her found sexuality that she couldn’t get enough. April constantly appealed to Phoebe’s vanity and in return, Phoebe would do anything for her friend. Breaking their kiss, April gushed, “Jeez, Phoebe, I just can never believe just how beautiful you are.” She brushed the pretty girl’s long blond hair back and rested her hand on her smooth cheek.

Phoebe beamed at the compliment as she usually did. “You’re pretty, too, April,” she said.

“Not as beautiful as you,” said April as she always did when Phoebe returned the compliment. “Let me see you,” she said as she turned the slender girl around with her hands. At April’s request, Phoebe wore a dress more often now. April slid the zipper down Phoebe’s back and helped her step out of it. April gazed at the slim form clad now only in skimpy black underwear. When Phoebe stopped at home to change clothes, it was to put on the underwear that April had given her. She didn’t dare wear something like this to school.

Phoebe looked over her shoulder at April and grinned. She liked looking sexy for April. “Wow,” said April. “You are so hot.” The black thong framed Phoebe’s tight little ass without hiding it at all. April unhooked the bra and dropped in on the floor.

“April,” complained Phoebe when she saw her bra so casually dropped. “How many times have I told you to…” She bent down to pick up the bra and then looked back at April. “Are you…? You are… You’re staring at my butt!”

“I’m staring at your beautiful ass,” corrected April, which brought a giggle from Phoebe. As the younger girl straightened up, April slid down Phoebe’s panties, exposing her completely. Phoebe twirled for April.

“Perfect,” said April, her voice full of awe. While Phoebe was a pretty girl with lovely skin and a cute little girl figure, April was amazed at how vain the blond was. It was so easy to mold Phoebe to what ever she wanted just with lavish compliments. “Now, you know what I want.”

Phoebe giggled again. “Oh, you,” she said as she flopped down on her back on the bed. “Won’t you ever get tired of this?”

“Get tired of how beautiful you are?” asked April as she picked up a length of rope. She tied one end to the corner of the bed and then the other end around Phoebe’s wrist. “I want my beautiful damsel to be in distress again,” she said. Phoebe giggled again as April tied her other wrist to the other corner of the bed. She lay still as April tied her ankles. In anticipation of the delights to come, Phoebe lay still as April tied her knees apart.

The bondage had taken some cajoling early last week, but now Phoebe looked forward to it. As April brought out the ball gag, Phoebe said, “Do you have to?”

“You know you can’t keep quiet,” said April as she pushed the ball between Phoebe’s lips. “You’re lucky I don’t get a bigger one,” said April. What she was really thinking about was a penis shaped gag in Phoebe’s cute little mouth, but she didn’t think Phoebe was ready for that yet.

April surveyed her handiwork for a few seconds, just letting the tension build. Phoebe squirmed just at the thought of what came next. April stripped down to her bra and panties. The bra and panties she’d chosen today were white and just as skimpy as the one’s Phoebe had just been wearing. Then she reached out for Phoebe’s smooth inner thigh and ran her hand gently, tenderly across the soft skin. “So sweet,” she cooed as she caressed Phoebe. She caressed the other thigh, bringing a sigh of satisfaction from the bound girl.

Phoebe had let herself be talked into the bondage and didn’t regret it at all. All she had to do was lay still while April made love to her body with her hands. It was a sensuous experience that she enjoyed without ever thinking of returning the favor. That first day’s fear of losing control had given way to the idea that this was how a girl ought to treat another girl… or at least how April ought to treat her.

April’s hands continued to caress the helpless girl, making sure every inch of her legs got her attention. She suckled on Phoebe’s toes and kissed her way up the slender legs. Then, her hands roamed higher, gently fondling Phoebe’s small tits. With a devilish smile, she ran her fingers lightly across Phoebe’s tummy and then her sides.

Phoebe giggled through her gag as April’s touch turned from caresses to tickling. She squirmed in her bondage, but there was no place to hide from April’s insistent hands as she tickled Phoebe’s sensitive sides and under her arms. Phoebe’s body was wracked with convulsions as she laughed uncontrollably. Only the gag kept her from squealing loud enough to be heard outside the room. The laughing turned to grunts as Phoebe pleaded for April to stop.

April did stop on occasion, but only to let Phoebe get her breath back. As Phoebe rested, April kissed her cheeks, eyelids, and lips. “I can’t believe how hot you look, beautiful,” she said. “Tied up just for me, squirming and begging, and…” she paused and looked down at Phoebe’s pussy, “… getting so wet.” She kissed Phoebe again and said, “But I don’t think you’re ready yet.”

Phoebe’s eyes went wide as April’s hands returned to her sides. She could never tell when April was done with the tortuous tickling and ready to take her to ecstasy. But she had learned that more tickling brought a more intense orgasm. She suffered through another round of helpless laughter and pleading.

This time April moved down Phoebe’s body and kissed at the bare pussy lips, slick with Phoebe’s juices. “How hot is my pretty little pussy?” teased April as she ran her tongue up the slit. “Hmmmm?”

Phoebe grunted a response that April took to mean pretty damn hot, please lick me until I cum. April reached up and took the ball from Phoebe’s mouth and kissed her deeply. “Hot, honey, hot,” whispered Phoebe. “So hot. Do it now before I die.”

April didn’t need to hear Phoebe’s words to know just how high she’d taken her. Using fingers, tongue, lips, and even teeth very gently, she attacked Phoebe’s swollen clit. “Hooo, yeah,” moaned Phoebe at the sudden rush.

Phoebe’s intensity gradually grew as April worked her closer and closer to an orgasm. “Ooo, there it is,” moaned Phoebe. In response, April stopped and grinned up at Phoebe. “Oh, please, please, don’t stop,” wailed Phoebe.

April licked her lips suggestively and then reattacked Phoebe’s pussy and clit. She let the girl get close one more time and quit, again with that same devilish grin and same resulting pleas to continue. The third time, April took Phoebe all the way.

After Phoebe had a few minutes to rest, April took advantage of the girl’s bondage by stripping and settling herself down on Phoebe’s face. She watched as Phoebe’s cute little tongue thrashed at her clit. The sight of the pretty blond working so hard to please her made April so excited that she came quickly.

There was a change of routine then as April got up and dressed. Phoebe lay there with April’s juices all over her face, waiting patiently to be untied. To Phoebe’s surprise, April opened her door and stepped out into the hall. She had Phoebe’s underwear in her hands as she left. April glanced over her shoulder to take in the astonished look on Phoebe’s face. The bound girl didn’t dare make a sound as April left.

April went and found her mom. She showed the black underwear to Angie and said, “Can you believe this is what Phoebe wears for me?” She held it up to her own body. “It’s so tiny it doesn’t cover a thing.”

“M’lady,” said Angie. “What are you doing to that girl?”

“Putting a smile on her face,” said April. “Wanna go see?”

“No,” said Angie sharply. She didn’t want to interfere in her daughter’s business and didn’t want to get lured into a situation that she knew would turn bad. Then she wondered… “Why? What’s going on in there?”

“Count two minutes and then knock on my door. Don’t wait for an answer. Just open the door and ask if everything is alright.”

“M’lady,” said Angie, about to protest. This just sounded like trouble. But then she said, “Yes, m’lady.”

April went back into her room. “Where’d you go?” asked Phoebe. “Jeez, don’t leave me here like this all alone.”

“Oh, beautiful, you’re worried about nothing,” said April. “Just my mom home.” She went over and started untying Phoebe’s knee from the bed frame. She took her time with the knot and tossed the rope back into the corner. Then she walked around the bed so there was nothing between Phoebe and the door. She started fumbling with the knot on Phoebe’s other knee.

Right on time, there was a knock at the door. It opened slightly and Angie stuck her head in. “Is everything…?” she froze at the sight of Phoebe.

Phoebe squealed in surprise and fright at the intrusion. She was still completely exposed, just as April had planned it. Yet, there was no point in struggling against the tight ropes. Aside from the brief squeal, she just lay there passively as if she didn’t mind the exposure. Her mind raced for something to say, but she was too shocked to do anything.

Before Angie could pull her head back, April said, “Come on in, Angie.”

Angie entered with a sinking feeling. She didn’t have the will to disobey, but this was uncharted territory. What was April up to now? “Yes, m’lady,” she mumbled, hoping that Phoebe wouldn’t hear how she was forced to address her own daughter.

On the bed, Phoebe was still hoping this was some kind of bad dream. She lay frozen and speechless as the woman entered the room. She could feel April’s mom’s eyes on her. What did Mrs. Stillwell think of her? She suddenly saw herself as such a floozy for letting herself get in such a predicament. Mrs. Stillwell would tell her mom and then… it was just too terrible to imagine. Thoroughly mortified, Phoebe could only hope that she’d wake up from this nightmare.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” asked April, nodding toward Phoebe as she walked back around the bed.

Angie took a moment to appraise the helpless girl before answering, “Yes, she is very beautiful.” She sounded every bit as sincere as April did whenever she complimented Phoebe. Not only was that what she knew her m’lady wanted to hear, but it was true.

One of Phoebe’s knees was still tied to the side of the bed and April began to secure the other one back to its spread position. Phoebe tried feebly to resist, but in a moment her knees were both tied and her legs spread wide and inviting again.

“Touch her, Angie,” said April. “On her thighs… she loves that.”

Phoebe watched in horror as Angie reached for her smooth thighs. “Please… don’t,” she finally said, finding her voice for the first time.

“Oh, don’t mind her,” said April. “She loves it. You’ll make her so hot.”

“Ooooohhhhh,” Phoebe let out a loud gasp as Angie’s hands touched her hot skin for that first time. She watched the hands slide up her inner thigh to frame her pussy and then slide back down nearly to her knees. It felt just as good as when April did it, but this wasn’t April. She looked with confusion at the woman who was caressing her so tenderly. Moms ought not to be touching young girls like this, she was thinking. Her surprise of getting caught and her fear of her parents finding out both faded as she realized that Mrs. Stillwell was being naughty with her.

April settled herself on the bed near Phoebe’s head and both girls watched Angie’s hands as they followed April’s commands. The blond thought that Angie was willingly taking advantage of her. “Isn’t that nice, beautiful,” whispered April as Angie’s hands made the girl tingle. “She can’t resist you either.” Angie’s hands went up and down the slender thighs again. “Such lovely skin. Such a pretty pussy. Such a beautiful body.” April spoke as if hypnotizing her friend. The hands and the gentle voice had a soothing effect, lulling Phoebe into accepting the woman’s hands just as she had April’s so many times before.

April continued to talking in that soothing voice to Phoebe while giving intermittent instructions to her mother. Angie repeated the routine that April had performed not long ago, caressing every inch of those lovely legs, kissing and sucking her toes, and then kissing her way back up the trembling body. For now it was obvious that Phoebe was becoming aroused again. She was astonished that a grown woman would want her so badly. She was thrilled that a pretty woman like Mrs. Stillwell would show her such attention. She was excited that it felt so good.

“Suck her tits,” said April. Angie moved over the girl and sucked on each nipple in turn. One hand cupped the small left breast while she sucked on the right. “Show her yours,” added April.

Angie leaned back, kneeling between Phoebe’s legs and skinned off her T-shirt. She scarcely knew how wrong this was. She’d done just the same thing with her daughter before, so Phoebe’s age was no issue for her. It wasn’t wrong… no, what would be wrong would be to disobey. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting her full tits fall free. For a moment there was a trace of reason that flashed through her mind. It was spurred by the flicker of surprise went through Phoebe’s eyes as she gazed upon a live, grown woman’s tits for the first time. They were lovely, full, round, and inviting. She wanted to touch them, but she couldn’t.

“Take off everything,” said April. In response, Angie stood between Phoebe’s legs and slid down her pants and panties. With those gone, Phoebe licked her lips at the sight of the fully nude woman.

April didn’t miss it as Phoebe’s hands flexed, begging to hold what she could only see or the quick flash of Phoebe’s tongue, perhaps begging for a taste. She leaned close to Phoebe and whispered. “She’ll do anything for you, beautiful. Your face, your hair, your body, you have such power… the power to control. Let me use her to please you.”

On command, Angie offered her nipples to Phoebe’s eager mouth. She was amazed at how the little girl sucked furiously on them. April let Phoebe enjoy the feel of the nipples in her mouth for a moment and then said, “Touch her sides, Angie. Lightly, ever so lightly.”

Phoebe squirmed and giggled as Angie’s hands tickled her sides. Angie jumped in surprise, not expecting that reaction. She looked at April who nodded for her to continue. Again Angie tickled the bound girl and stopped. “More, more,” encouraged April. For the first time the room rang with Phoebe’s ungagged laughter.

“Please, stop, please, no more,” begged Phoebe through gasps and peals of laughter. But April urged more, so Angie didn’t stop.

Angie was surprised that she found herself getting aroused at the sight of the young girl squirming, laughing, and begging. Now rather than needing April’s urging, she only stopped when April announced it was time for a breather. April kept a close eye on Phoebe, letting her get breathless with excitement and laughter before calling a pause. Even in the moments between tickling, Phoebe would giggle in anticipation as she calmed down. Then Angie would be given permission to resume.

April was enjoying herself so much that she didn’t notice as Phoebe’s arousal reached its usual level. Phoebe’s babbling became incoherent as she begged for Angie to stop and begged for attention to her nether regions. As April ordered another paused, Phoebe blurted out, “Fucking lick my cunt somebody!”

Suddenly aware that Phoebe was long gone, April said, “Do it.” Angie put her face to the slick cunt and started licking. She, too, could tell that this was no time to tease.

“Eeeeeaaaaaa,” squealed Phoebe as Angie’s tongue found her throbbing clit. “Oh, God, yes, oh, God, oh, God, oh, God,” she moaned as she came long and hard. Her body arched up off the bed and only her feet and head were touching. Angie cupped the taut ass in her hands as she feasted on Phoebe’s soaking pussy.

Phoebe kept moaning and thrashing about as much as her bondage would let her for nearly a minute. Slowly the noise died down and her body began to relax. Then she flopped down on the bed, exhausted.

When April motioned for her to leave, Angie did so only reluctantly. If she left now, she wouldn’t get to cum. Resigned to that fate, she gathered her clothes and left.

April started untying Phoebe and got all the ropes untied this time without interruption. She crawled onto the bed with Phoebe and hugged her. Phoebe responded with a tight hug and planted kisses all over April’s face. “Wow,” she said, looking into April’s eyes. “That was so hot.”

“No,” said April. “You are so hot.”

Phoebe giggled. “Where’d your mom go?”

“Guess she thought you were wiped out. She left us alone, beautiful.” She let it hang for a moment as she watched Phoebe’s face. Her face barely masked her desire, but at the same time Phoebe couldn’t bring herself to ask to touch Angie’s body. “Come back tomorrow. We’ll take it a little slower and maybe we’ll tie her to the bed and let you have your way with her.”

“Yeah,” said Phoebe dreamily. Then she said, “Oh, come on, she won’t let us do that.”

“Wanna bet?” asked April.

“Will she?” asked Phoebe.

“Let’s bet underwear,” said April. “If I win you can’t wear underwear at school for a week. If you win, I can’t wear it for a week.”

“OK,” agreed Phoebe. She couldn’t lose. Either she got to touch Mrs. Stillwell all she wanted or else she would make her best friend wear no underwear for a week.

Phoebe left that day feeling a sense of power like she’d never felt before. She practically owned April and her mom. They wanted her body so much that they would do anything she wanted. She didn’t realize that she was doing everything that April wanted.