I woke up hearing a bunch of giggling and someone hooting out my name, “Cheeky, hey Cheeky. Wake up.”

It was my two best friends Brenda and Sandra. They were on the lawn and headed for school. I was so thankful that this was my last year. I leaned out my window and told them that I had overslept and they could either wait for me, or I’d catch up to them later. They decided that no one would miss them at school, so they came on in and came up to my room. As soon as they plopped down on the bed, I told them I had to take a shower and would be right back. Sandra teased me to do a strip for them since I had to get out of my teddy anyway. I turned for the door and thought, “Oh, what the hell,” and turned back around while I popped my right tit out to give them a quick flash. Standing under the warm water made me wish I hadn’t done that. I was all heated up at their surprised looks and would have loved to take a quick run around my “little man”, but there was no time.

When I got back, I was only wearing a towel and dropped it to the floor while picking out my clothes. I knew I was teasing the hell out of them. Both of them had taken a rather good taste of my honey maker, and ever since, I had caught them taking quite a few glances at me when they thought I wasn’t looking. I grabbed my selection and sat on the chair facing them as I pulled on my socks first. We all exchanged looks of naughtiness at each other, but said nothing. Then I started my panties over my feet and stood to yank them into position.

It was then that both girls had stood up from my bed that Sandra said, “Now!” and they each grabbed an arm. I was quickly spun around and onto my back on the bed. I wasn’t sure what they had in mind, but it was looking very interesting from my position. The next thing I knew, they were each sucking on one of my nipples and smacking their lips as they went. I guess my quick flash had talked then into planning this as I showered. It tickled at first, but within a few seconds I was running my hands over the backs of their heads to show I appreciated their attention. But we really didn’t have time to get into anything serious, so I finally pushed them off my tits and teased them that they could have at me after school. They continued poking fun at me while I finished dressing. On the walk to school Sandra started teasing me about having sour milk. I told her “she wished” and that it would be many years before I’d become a cow for some kid.

Brenda popped up and said how I could be giving milk now with a little effort. I told her she was nuts, but then she went off about how the girl’s coach had told her about induced lactation once when she caught her putting nipple pads in her bra in the locker room. She started to tell us about it and we both called her a liar. After all, we had taken biology, too. But she insisted she was telling the truth, so we called her bluff to prove it.

We didn’t have gym today, but we trucked into the gym after lunch and coach Bremmer was shouting commands to her freshmen minions. After she got them running back and forth, Brenda got her to reiterate what she had told her months earlier to Sandra and I. She said how she had to be prepped herself for a condition she had while pregnant. She told us how she was producing milk since her third month. Then she gave us one of her weird looks that she was well known for in class. It was pretty obvious that young girls turned her on quite a bit. She was always checking us out in class.

We still didn’t believe her, so we asked the Home Ec teacher her thoughts. She backed up the coach and sent us to a very popular book for girls going through their “changes” in life. Brenda was on a mission to prove she was right and grabbed the book from the library to bring home for the night. The girls walked me home as usual and when the topic seemed to be proving itself out, we decided to delve into the book deeper in my room. It was hard to deny something once you saw it in print.

Brenda dropped her top to plop her titties out and said, “Hmmm, milk hunh?”

We laughed and told her that it would be easy for her since she had the biggest tits of the three of us. She said that after reading about the methods that could be used to start the process, she’d be happy to be the guinea pig. But after realizing that her mom would probably catch on too fast, she decided it not such a good idea. But then she turned on me and said I could either prove or disprove the theory.

At first I told her I had no real interest in finding out, one way or the other. Both of the girls started in on how they would love to prime my boobs like the booked referred to, and I began blushing when I started thinking about the “time” needed to be put in according to the book. I sort of suspected that the book knew a lot more about this topic than I did. The references made were supposed to be for the “daddy-to-be” to do the priming in the most unusual of circumstances. But lip are lips, right?

I don’t know how in the hell they did it, but they eventually talked me into being the guinea pig for this great experiment. I think it had something more to do with the fact that both of them had shown a keen interest in getting into my pants recently, and I wasn’t so opposed to that. This might just give them the opening they needed to make such advances on me. I told them that they would have to formulate a plan acceptable to all of us, and swear on their lives to keep it forever secret. They looked like little girls at Christmas over my willingness to allow them to experiment with my titties. But then they saw the time and they flew out the door to run home.

I was left by myself and the book Brenda had left behind. I read every little detail twice and grew extremely wet over the thought of my girls purposely having to “milk” me every day, several times to get me producing. I think the point that really sold me on this whole thing was that it warned that as the milk was coming in, my tits would start looking much fuller, and would naturally enlarge. That seemed very interesting to me.

Later on we called each other three-way and it seemed that they had already discussed in great detail how they wanted to go about doing this whole thing. It was amusing hearing them talk about me like I was just a cow on the farm. They didn’t get to find out, but I started fingering myself after a while because all this talk was getting me very horny. When I was close to having to part the conversation to finish myself off, I must have been really horny, because I found myself telling them to come over so they could get to work on me. I stunned them into silence for a very short moment, and then I heard, “Yeah, let’s get to it.”

It was about eight o’clock when my girls showed up and they were all kinds of giddy. My parents sent them to my room and told them to keep it quiet so they could watch their movie in peace. We didn’t have any problem with that! We spent the first half hour going over the plans and setting some rules, all the while they were checking out my chest like they were famished. I started really liking this idea when I saw their extreme interest at getting their hands on me. I had no idea they both had such lezbo lusts for me. We also agreed that if they actually got me started, I was only going to let them experiment a little for one week there after. The last thing we decided was on technique. They each described what they had in mind and then we decided to just wing it.

The big moment was here. Sandra wanted to go first. It was awkward getting down to business and finding a position that didn’t seem totally alien. It started with me sitting up against the headboard of my bed, and Sandra sort of kneeled on the bed in front of me. When she started running her hand up under my top, her fingertips grazed my belly and sent me into complete horniness. I was fighting to keep from seeming too into this, but when she had my left tit exposed and began sucking my nipple, I moaned like a true cow. My hand instinctively went to the back of her head to guide her. When I saw how awkward it had to be for her, I had her lay across my lap instead, and cradled her in my arms. I have to admit, it felt really good holding her lithe, warm body close to me. The twinges she was causing me to feel were overwhelming and Brenda all but disappeared for a moment. I could really get into this.

Brenda cut in and reminded her that she couldn’t play favorites on my nipples, so she pushed back further into my arms to reach my right nipple. Hearing her smack away at me was getting me so fucking wet. I knew it wasn’t going to be long at all before I would have to let her do this same thing to my lower regions again. Brenda started to act all motherly and sat next to us for a better view and to give some third party advice. She reached her fingers around Sandra’s mouth and told her she had to warm up and massage my orbs a little as she sucked.

I couldn’t keep it hidden any longer and said, “Have you two got any idea how fucking horny you’re getting me?”

Sandra smirked around suckling my nipple, paused and said, “I could do something about that I bet.”

Brenda added, “I could go for a little of that.” Then she pushed her hand under Sandra’s back to cop a quick feel of my crotch. My mouth dropped open at all the attention I was being paid. My shyness forced me to tug her hand away from me. But I knew… it wouldn’t be long before they talked me into something.

I felt a little bad for brushing Brenda’s hand away, so to make it up to her I told her it was her turn to try out my tata’s. She started instantly tugging Sandra away from me. The little bitch munched down on my nipple with her lips and tugged it nearly off my chest before she let go. Brenda took her place in my arms and snuggled right in. She had a bit smaller frame to her and felt awesome in my arms. Cradling her seemed strangely satisfying. She wanted to see more of me and lifted my top higher. She also massaged the tit she was working on, and the other one as well.

“Hey, I didn’t say I was going to be a cheap lay here.”

Brenda paused just long enough to remind me of one of the tricks mentioned in the book; getting turned on would actually help to make things work faster. I remembered the book also saying it could take anywhere between a week and several weeks for me to produce milk, if it would work at all. I was beginning to hope for the lengthier period.

The girls had set up a schedule before coming over for them to each take a turn at me every morning before school, after school, and then once each night when we got together to hang out. Since before and after school no one was home at my house, we were assured privacy for our lewd conduct. Night time was going to be a little riskier. I would soon find out that in the dark of night, it would also be the most interesting time. I was also suppose to suckle myself between them not being around. Not only would that not be easy with my little girls, but the book never said anything about that. It just seemed that sucking was sucking.

The next day went as planned, pretty much. Before and after school was enough sucking that my nipples were getting fairly tested. The first hitch in our schedule came that first night. Brenda had to go someplace with her mother and couldn’t make it. So, I went over to Sandra’s house and we went for a walk in the park next to her neighborhood. On the way there things got pretty heated up between us. She confessed that trying to milk me was making her hormones rage for me. And I confessed that the same thing was happening to me.

As soon as we got to the park, it got really dark. Before I knew it, she had grabbed my hand and we were walking hand-in-hand, looking for a quiet and safe spot. The park wasn’t supposed to be used at night, but everyone still did. It was large enough so it was fairly easy to hide from others. We found a picnic table near the edge of the woods that seemed hidden enough.

Sandra had me sit on the table and she kneeled on the bench to be at the right height. It wasn’t going to be too comfortable, but we decided to give it a try. I reached under and unfastened my bra and shucked it onto the table. I had worn a loose top to facilitate things and Sandra’s hands snaked right under it to get started. I held my top up while she massaged my tit and suckled my nipple. After a minute, I saw her looking up at me, and then I felt her hand sliding up my bare leg until her hand cupped my vulva. I grabbed for her hand, but decided not to stop it. When she saw my green light, she started rubbing me softly. I rested my hands behind me on the table top while she continued making me feel like a princess.

When I heard her moaning over her enjoyment of me, I started in on my own moaning, as well. My eyes glazed over from the sensations she was causing in me. When she knew she had me all loosened up, she dropped my nipple from her mouth, and reached up to kiss me. With her hand still rubbing my crotch, I seemed unable to do anything but respond in kind. I’d never even dreamed of such a passionate kiss before. She was so hot at this and since she wanted to keep going, I let her. We kissed for a couple of minutes, all the while she continued to rub me into a totally heated up bitch.

Sandra went to open my shorts for a more intimate feel of me, but we were in such an awkward position that I looked around and decided the ground might just be more acceptable. She took my hand to guide me to a smooth spot under a tree and went at me the way a guy would. It was so romantic going all out at kissing her. And her hand was back on my crotch in seconds. This time I went to open my shorts for her and she smiled at my willingness to put out for her. When she slid her hand in under my panties, I swear I saw stars. I never thought I would ever use the word romantic to describe making out with a girl, but it definitely applied here.

I paused our kissing for a moment and tore off my top. She immediately went back to kissing me. When she needed to taste me again, she kissed down along my neck and over my chest until she could suck all over my breasts and nipples. Even though she had kissed me before and even ate me out once, it wasn’t anything like the intensity we were sharing now. That was kid stuff.

I told her, “I’m so glad Brenda had to go with her mom tonight. This feels so good.”

She stopped everything but running her fingers back and forth through my labia. She bit her lower lip and said, “Sorry Cheeky, but she didn’t really have to do that. You see… we sort of planned this.”

“What? You planned on hitting on me like this?”

“Don’t be mad, we’re best friends remember?”

“I just don’t like being duped. So, what’s the big plan?”

She grew sheepish, and then “You’ve been driving us crazy, so we made a deal. I… got to take a try at you tonight, and she’s… supposed to get a try at you alone tomorrow night.”

She sat still except for the fingers still lightly rubbing through me. She had such pretty eyes that I couldn’t bare to get mad at her. I finally decided to give her my tacit approval, pulled her head back to my tit, and said, “Then you better do a great fucking job of it, or I might just marry Brenda instead. Wow me!”

I didn’t need to say it twice, she went right to work on me. Her fingers finally felt free enough to delve into my slit far enough to make me whimper a small moan. In a few more seconds she worked a couple of fingers deep into me and was stroking away at me. My shorts didn’t give her much room, so I reached down to push them to my knees, and then laid onto my back.

I said, “Come on girl, make me proud of you.”

She floated right over me and kissed my lips so tenderly, and fingered me nicely as she kept bumping my little man with the heel of her hand as she went in and out of me. After getting me really warmed up, I pushed her head off my nipple and down until she was right at my crotch. I felt her pulling the hood of my clit back and began to nibble at me. It sent me instantly into a minor orgasm due mostly to her tenderness. She saw how she had launched me and continued nipping and tugging away at my clit while still fucking me with her fingers.

I began crudely grasping at her tits myself. I’ve always loved the soft feel of tits and was pleased I could take an honest feel of one of my best friends without feeling guilty. It served to turn her even wilder and she was soon trying to drive her tongue lower into my pussy. Leaning over me the way she was made it a little difficult, but I didn’t want to give up her chest just to make it a little more comfortable for her. That’s when I got my own little secret.

I heard a twig snapping about fifteen feet off to my left. I looked over a couple of times, but saw nothing, so I relaxed. I closed my eyes and enjoyed what was being done to me. But when I opened them again I saw a shadowy figure just inside the wooded area. I was about to push Sandra away from my pussy when I saw a finger go to the person’s mouth as if to silence me. I was adventurous if nothing else, so I kept watching for more information before screaming. A few seconds after I was shushed, the figure came out into the moonlight a little and I saw it was a guy about sixteen to eighteen maybe and he had his hand in his crotch, playing with himself. I figured, no harm no foul. I stared at him and let him get a good look, and after a while I decided he was harmless. I pretended not to care about him and went back to focusing on my newly acquired lesbian lover.

As hot as Sandra was making me, it was hugely erotic for me to be the object of a voyeur. I had always been the one to flash my tits at the boys when I knew they couldn’t say anything, and getting caught peeping in the woods was far worse to me than a little girl-on-girl action. I felt completely safe, but I knew he was way uncovered from the darkness, so I shooed him back some with my hand. We seemed to have an understanding; he got to watch, and I got to be watched. That was when I wanted to put my girl to some serious work. I lifted her off me and tore her top off her, and then her bra. I groped her tits for a moment and then started positioning her in between my legs for an all out cum session.

I kept looking at my peeper and seeing his eyes all lit up in ecstasy. It was an awesome feeling being the sole focus of someone’s attention, and here I had two of them. I found myself starting to put on a show for my secret boy in the woods and had a blast doing it. While I watched my girl’s head coming in and out of sight, I grew some very nasty thoughts about her. At this very moment she was my bitch and I loved the idea of owning my own bitch that would take care of my needs. I wanted to make her aware of my intentions a little, so I flipped us around and her onto her back. I looked directly at our voyeur while a settled my cunt right over my friends face, and relaxed onto her mouth and tongue. Feeling her warm chest on my ass cheeks felt so wonderful.

Evidently, my boy liked this too, because I could tell by his hand motions that he had taken out his prick and was pulling away at it. The noise from him was getting a little too much and I shushed him with my forefinger to my lips. He smiled at me for taking care of him and probably for not ruining his good time. I doubt if Sandra knew about him if she would continue eating me so satisfactorily. I rocked back and forth to make sure she got every inch of me. She must have been lusting after me for a while, but nothing seemed to slow her down. It’s such a compliment when someone wants to be so deep into your body as she was at the moment.

I couldn’t take much more of her tongue in me and started to feel my approaching orgasm. I grabbed at my own boobs and started a milking motion on them. I even tried stretching one of my nipples to my mouth for our visitor which seemed to cause a slight commotion. I began that familiar quivering when my body took on a life of it’s own. I held onto Sandra’s hair while she chewed on the hood covering my little man and had a humungous orgasm right there on her face. I slid my sopping wet pussy down her chest so I was prone to her, to thank her for such a great and talented rug munching with a deeply passionate kiss. Smelling my own scent and tasting myself on her was wildly erotic as well. She was such an expert kisser.

When we snapped back to the world around us, I thought about how much our little fiend in the woods had probably enjoyed himself. I figured, “what the hell” and decided to give him a little more. I started asking questions of Sandra about what Brenda had in mind for me the next night. She told me she hadn’t gotten into that with her and I told her I thought it would be wonderful if she brought me right back to this same spot for a real comparison of my two best friends and how well they each could please a girl. She told me she’d give her the hint for me. I looked at my guy in the woods and gave him the “okay” sign with my fingers. He couldn’t have thanked me more than the smile he shot my way. It seemed I was going to have two dates tomorrow night. She gave my nipples another quick working over, since that was supposed to be the purpose for being here anyway, and then we got dressed. I pretended to trip a little when I went to give her a kiss before leaving the park, but it was just so I could push her back several feet for the boy to get a much better look when I frenched the hell out of her, and even molested her ass for him to see. I grabbed her hand and we walked like that to just before the exit. I gave her one last deep kiss that would be somewhat private and told her, “I had a wonderful date tonight. Maybe we should get all lezzy again sometime.” We giggled nervously at the thought of that and then I said, “But one thing… you better not get all jealous if I make Brenda my main bitch.” Her grin said it all and she was probably just happy that I was taking all this in such a comical way. Just to give her one last thing to think about, I took one long, slow lick from the shoulder, around her neck, and up the side of her face. I swear, it looked like she had a fucking orgasm right there.

All the way back to my house we talked about how she and Brenda had divvied me up between them and just how long they had wanted to experiment in this way. I told her how flattered I was to be the object of their intentions, not to mention the recipient of her very talented mouth and fingers. We snuck one last kiss at my front door and I made her promise me one last thing; that she would give Brenda all the hints she could so that she could be just as good as she had been in the way she had romanced the hell out of me. I could see she really loved the compliment, and I smacked her ass as she turned to leave.

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