Summerisle By Gypsie Sweetnickers
Chapter 9 ff, sug Voy

Iolanthe Summerilse 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. It was quite bawdy art Tara was 
discovering. 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? you're coming 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 didn't 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 not unpleasant 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. But that 
disappointment was soon replaced with a mix of bewilderment and excitement as Io 
tugged at her panties and pulled them down to the floor. Tara didn't 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 
nipple's poked against Io's and 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.


Summerisle By Gypsie Sweetnickers
Chapter 9 ff, sug Voy

Iolanthe Summerilse 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. It was quite bawdy art Tara was 
discovering. 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? you're coming 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 didn't 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 not unpleasant 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. But that 
disappointment was soon replaced with a mix of bewilderment and excitement as Io 
tugged at her panties and pulled them down to the floor. Tara didn't 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 
nipple's poked against Io's and 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.
