The thought of sitting on my girlfriend’s face while talking to my boyfriend got me near.
“Open wide.”
“Yes, Mistress Diana.”
I soon unleashed multiples into Susan’s eager mouth. Susan stayed with me right through, lapping my juices as I trembled. She kissed my vagina as I calmed.
As I had informed my boyfriend, now I was satisfied. I dismounted.
“That was so sexy. Sitting on me while you talked to your boyfriend. And finishing in my mouth after you were with your boyfriend. It just doesn’t get any sexier!”
“It was very sexy,” I agreed.
“I want to do that again. Especially when your boyfriend is on the phone with you.”
“We will,” I promised.
And we did.
Weeks passed. At my behest, we frequented the Italian restaurant where we had first met Anthony. We often saw him there with his friend. I suspect he had become a regular in hopes of seeing Susan there again. Ignoring Susan’s protests, I invited him and his friend to dine with us. They were great dinner mates and Susan had warmed to Anthony.
I soon ordered Susan to date Anthony. She did and after some time she became intimate with him. She shared the details of their intimacy with me.
“I don’t have a lot of experience with guys. I’m not sure if I satisfy him,” she confided one night.
“Does he finish?”
“Always.”
“Then why the uncertainty about his satisfaction?”
“It just seems it should be more exciting. It pales in comparison to what we share.”
“Then spice it up.”
“How?”
“Different positions. Be creative. Make sure he sees the act. Put on a show.”
“A show?”
“Yes. Take charge. Get on top. Cowgirl. He’ll see your perfect boobs bounce. Guys like that. Then reverse cowgirl. Push your pussy back into his face while you take him in your mouth deep. Then reinsert him and repeat.”
“I don’t know if I can do all that. I don’t know how.”
“Then I’ll show you how. Invite him here on Saturday afternoon. We’ll have a tutoring session.
“You can watch us first and then do what we do. You want to snare Anthony. Use feminine guile and sex to get him. Even if the relationship doesn’t last, he’ll never forget your name.”
Susan smiled.
“Just don’t let on to our relationship. No calling me Mistress. We’re just two horny girls.”
~~~
We invited Anthony for lunch on Saturday afternoon. I flirted with him openly and after eating we lured him to the bedroom. We freed his erect penis and shared equitably. I undressed Susan and had her undress me. We teased Anthony for a while before I pulled him on top of me. He entered easily. Susan sat watching.
“Come join us, Susan,” I said as I took her hand. I pulled her in and kissed her. I whispered in her ear, “Lick me.”
Susan put her cute face in our lovemaking. She gave me some tender kisses and licks while her boyfriend filled me with his young cock. He alternated a few times, withdrawing from me and pushing into Susan’s mouth. Then he would plunge back into me again. Susan remained on site, affectionately loving my clitoris.
I decided we would change positions. I lay Susan down on her back and then straddled her in the sixty-nine position. I had Anthony enter me from behind. I tickled her clitoris and brought her to a quick orgasm. Again Anthony alternated between my pussy and Susan’s mouth. Suddenly he pulled me by my hips tightly and kept himself pressed firmly inside me. His young penis throbbed robustly, filling me with his semen.
He pulled out still erect. I wasn’t about to let him get away with just one orgasm. I put him on his back and rode cowgirl, leaning on his pecs with my feet hooked on his thighs. I then reversed. I leaned on his ankles and held his head between my feet. This time we finished together. I pressed my pelvis into his orgasm, enveloping every millimeter of his throbbing erection. When he finally calmed I dismounted. Susan cleaned us up with a tongue bath.
Anthony recovered in surprisingly little time. It was now Susan’s turn. She proved to be a good student. She mostly mimicked what I had done. On the reverse cowgirl she heeded what I had said and pushed her pussy into his mouth while she took him orally. She held his balls as she did. She surprised me with her ability to take him to the hilt and hold him there. She reinserted him into her vagina and elicited one more orgasm from him. He was spent. We cuddled in the afterglow.
“Anthony, we must insist you keep our fun in confidence,” I said, while I caressed his testicles.
“Don’t tell anyone,” Susan added. “No bragging to your friends. If I get any inkling that you’re boasting and dishonoring Diana and me, we’re through. No more Saturday afternoons.”
“I won’t tell,” Anthony cried.
“Good. Don’t,” Susan ordered.
~~~
Susan returned on Sunday.
“How did I do yesterday?”
“You did great. You learn quickly.”
“I have a great teacher.”
“Thank you, but there’s still more to learn.”
“So it’s a date next Saturday?”
“It’s a date every Saturday.”
We continued our trysts. I trained Susan by example to make Anthony finish in her mouth and then audibly swallow.
“Your deep throat technique is perfect. Make him finish when you want him to by tickling his balls. A guy loves having his woman take charge of his orgasms,” I instructed.
“You have perfect boobs, Susan,” I continued. “Use them. Have Anthony titty fuck you and have him squirt on your face. Guys love doing that. It appeals to their inner Neanderthal by giving them a sense of conquest.”
“I don’t want a guy squirting on my face,” she protested.
“Do it anyway. Sex is an effective tool to win a guy. Allow a guy free reign until you’ve snared him. Let him squirt.”
“I won’t.”
I angered at her insolence.
“I am your Mistress, Susan,” I reminded her sharply. “You will not defy me.”
“I’m sorry, Mistress Diana.”
I glared at her and continued. “When Anthony is in the missionary position you will have him withdraw and place his erection between your tits. You will squeeze your tits together. You’ll titty fuck Anthony until he squirts on your face. Make sure some gets in your beautiful hair. Rub his semen on your cheekbones, smiling and thanking him as you do. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Everything I advise is for your benefit. Don’t refuse my advice.”
“I’m sorry, Mistress. It won’t happen again.” We embraced and kissed.
Susan heeded everything I taught and soon had Anthony wrapped around her finger.
~~~
We continued our sessions with Anthony. Our three-ways served to further my role as Susan’s Mistress. Susan enjoyed watching Anthony and me make love and I enjoyed having her service us as we did.
~~~
One day Susan brought news that she had a female admirer.
“Remember the girl I told you about? The one who showed me the video of the two girls scissoring?”
“Yes.”
“I think she’s curious.”
“About what?”
“About girls.” Susan hesitated. “About me.”
“Why do you think that?”
“She wants to kiss me. I told her I already have a girlfriend.”
“Who is this girl?”
“Her name is Elizabeth. She’s really nice and very pretty, but shy. I mean really shy. And she likes girls.”
“And she has a crush on you?”
“She does.”
“Invite her over on Friday. We won’t engage in our usual activities. We’ll just hang out. A girls’ night.” I wanted to meet this Elizabeth to determine how serious her crush was on my girl.
“That’s a good idea. I’ll bring her on Friday.”
~~~
Susan brought Elizabeth for dinner. Susan and I greeted each other with an embrace and a kiss on the lips. Elizabeth took note.
Susan made the introductions and we shook hands. “Welcome Elizabeth. I’m so glad to finally meet you. Susan has told me about you,” I said cryptically, holding her hand.
“I’m pleased to meet you too, Diana. Thank you for inviting me.”
“Don’t mention it. A friend of Susan is a friend of mine.”
Elizabeth was a cute girl. She stood an inch or two shorter than Susan. She wore her long blonde hair loose and it framed her pleasant face. I couldn’t fully determine her shape, but I could see that she wasn’t as well-endowed as Susan. But all things considered, a nice package. Actually, a very nice package.
During dinner, I felt Elizabeth discreetly eyeing my physical features as the three of us chatted; she was taking stock of the girlfriend of her crush. I enjoyed her peeks and gave some back. Susan was right; Elizabeth was a shy girl. She wouldn’t meet my glances and make eye contact. She was comfortable with Susan, though, which led me to believe that once Elizabeth got to know you, she loosened up.
After dinner, we retired to the sofa. I engaged Elizabeth in conversation, asking where she was from, about her family, what she was studying, and the like. I took a liking to her. Elizabeth was a pleasant and courteous girl, pretty enough to have any guy she wanted, but apparently, she preferred girls.
“How are the guys treating you, Elizabeth?”
My question took her by surprise. “I’m not dating anyone,” she spluttered.
“That’s alright. Focus on your studies. They’re more important than guys right now.” She agreed.
A short while later Elizabeth excused herself to use the bathroom, leaving Susan and me alone.
“Let’s have her watch you shave me,” Susan whispered.
I liked the idea of showing Elizabeth that Susan was my girl, not hers, but felt that demonstrating so intimate an act on her first visit was improper.
“That’s too much for her. She’s awfully shy. I don’t want to scare her away,” I whispered back.
“I know her; she’ll love it. When she comes out I’ll get your Venus and ask you to shave me.”
“I don’t know…”
“If she becomes embarrassed, we’ll stop,” Susan persisted. I reluctantly agreed.
When Elizabeth rejoined us Susan got up and fetched my shaving equipment. “I need a shave,” she announced. Elizabeth looked puzzled.
Susan explained. “Diana is going to shave me.” She spread the plush bath towel on the kitchen island and began to undress.
Elizabeth was shocked. “I’m going to leave now,” she said, her face reddening.
“No you’re not,” Susan said, grabbing her hand. “You’re going to stay right here and watch.”
Susan kept hold of Elizabeth’s hand as she stripped. Once naked, she situated herself on the island, her vagina over the sink and her long legs arching to the other side. Elizabeth’s face turned crimson red, but she couldn’t peel her eyes away from Susan’s pussy.
“Susan finds this very relaxing,” I explained. “Don’t be embarrassed.”
I beckoned to Elizabeth to stand beside me as I went through my routine of soaping, rinsing, applying shaving cream, shaving, and rinsing Susan’s vagina. I explained what I was doing and why as I shaved Susan smooth. When I was done I reached for Elizabeth’s hand.
“Here, touch it.”
Elizabeth was frozen. Her hand felt as if rigor mortis had set in.
“Relax your hand, Elizabeth.” She did and I lightly rubbed it on Susan’s smoothie.
“It’s nice, isn’t it?”
She pondered a moment, then admitted, “It is.”
“Here. Feel the labia.” I manipulated Elizabeth’s index finger and thumb and placed them on Susan’s left labium.
Elizabeth’s hand was limp.
“Don’t be shy, Elizabeth. Pull it to the left.” I had my hand on Elizabeth’s wrist as she did.
I pulled my hand away. “Try the right one.” Elizabeth looked at me for assurance, then hesitantly pulled Susan’s other labium.
“It looks more feminine this way. And the clitoris is more visible,” I added. “See?” I pulled up on Susan’s hood and her swollen clit emerged. Elizabeth was still holding Susan’s labium.
“Ladies, at least buy me drinks and dinner first,” Susan demanded. Elizabeth laughed, showing her cute dimples. She released Susan.
“Quiet, you!” I ordered, lightly slapping her mound.
I turned back to Elizabeth. “Then a kiss for good behavior,” I said, and bent and gave Susan’s vagina a kiss.
“That kiss will cost you drinks, dinner, and a show,” Susan informed me as she rose.
“I think we already gave a show tonight.”
I turned to Elizabeth. “Would you like me to shave you, Elizabeth?”
Her eyes widened and she rapidly shook her head ‘no’.
“Maybe next week,” I offered.
The girls stayed a while longer and then Susan walked Elizabeth home.
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Susan returned alone before midnight. “So did you two girls kiss goodnight?”
“No, but Elizabeth was mesmerized by what she witnessed tonight.”
“I’m sure she wants more now.”
“And I’m sure she’s entertaining herself right now. Speaking of entertainment, where’s my collar and leash?”
“Right here,” I responded as I placed her collar around her neck. “Let’s get you naked first, then you’ll get your leash.”
“Yes, Mistress,” she enthused. “It almost killed me having to wait this long .”
I put Susan on her leash and led her to the bedroom. “Undress me,” I ordered.
“Yes, Mistress.” Susan delicately stripped me.
“Now lie on your back. I’m going to sit on your face.”
“Yay!”
I mounted Susan and got comfortable. “Put that tongue in me.”
“Yes, Mistress Diana.”
I tickled myself with one hand and rubbed Susan’s smooth pussy with the other.
“Your little girlfriend likes this pussy.”
“She does, Mistress Diana.”
“Have you been a bad girl behind my back?” I asked, giving her a few spanks.
“No, Mistress Diana. I’ve been a good girl.”
I pinched Susan’s nipples and pulled. “Have these perfect tits been in your girlfriend’s hands?”
“No, Mistress. You own my tits.”
“Good girl,” I said and rewarded her with a few more spanks on her smooth pussy. “You’re going to teach that shy little girlfriend of yours how to please me.”
”I’d love to teach Elizabeth how to please you, Mistress.”
“Then I’ll make your little girlfriend my toy.”
“I’d like that, Mistress Diana.”
With all this talk and these plans, plus the spanking I was administering to Susan’s vagina, we both came simultaneously. When Susan finished cleaning me up with her tongue, I backed up and, laying atop her, we kissed deeply. We soon fell asleep.
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The next Friday Susan brought Elizabeth again. I could tell she was anxious for our show to begin, but I made no reference to shaving, making her wait a few hours, letting the anticipation warm her up. Finally, I gave Susan the signal to fetch the shaving equipment. She did and stripped, taking her place on the kitchen island.
Elizabeth didn’t need to be restrained or invited to watch; she came and stood next to me.
“Did you enjoy watching me shave Susan, Elizabeth?”
“I did. It’s so sexy to see a feminine hand and feminine fingers in another girl’s vagina. Guys hands are rough. Only a girl’s hands are suitable for touching a pussy.” I half agreed.
I rubbed Susan’s stubble. “This is the growth from last week. Susan is not allowed to shave herself.”
“She’s not allowed?”
“Only I shave Susan’s vagina.” So don’t get any ideas.
I went through the routine of shaving Susan smooth and inviting Elizabeth to touch my work. Her hand wasn’t stiff now; she delicately manipulated Susan’s labia.
“Uncover Susan’s clitoris, Elizabeth.”
She looked at me and gave a nervous giggle.
“Go ahead,” I reassured her.
Elizabeth pulled up on Susan’s hood and her clit emerged like the sun. I let her explore Susan’s pussy for a minute and then I gave Susan my finishing kiss.
Susan rose, all smiles and smooth. “Now you, Elizabeth,” she said.
Elizabeth wasn’t quite ready for that, but Susan kept insisting. As she did, she began to undress Elizabeth. She tried to fight Susan off but was unable to muster much resistance to her girl crush. Susan had Elizabeth topless in no time and had her naked soon after that. She helped Elizabeth onto the island.
Elizabeth was a good-looking girl with a cute face that was now as red as a beet. Her breasts were generous and nicely shaped; different than Susan’s, but nice. A thin tummy and curvy hips led to shapely legs. Susan helped lay her down, holding her hair as she reclined.
“Put your head on this pillow. Relax. You’ll enjoy this,” she advised. So would I.
Elizabeth had a cute little vagina framed by her blond hair. It was almost a shame to shave such nice hair, but I wanted her totally smooth. I soaped her up, rinsed her, and then lathered her up. I delicately shaved her while Susan caressed her shoulders.
“How’s that?” I asked, manipulating her labia as I shaved. She was dripping wet.
“It’s soothing.”
Susan was massaging Elizabeth, teasing her hair, caressing her face. “I told you you’d enjoy it,” Susan offered. “Diana is an expert at this.”
I soon had this little beauty smooth. I checked my work by rubbing my cheek on her smoothness and then gave it a kiss. I couldn’t resist the siren call of her delicate vagina and I licked up her full length. Elizabeth had a mild, feminine taste.
Susan helped Elizabeth to her feet. I had two naked, shaved girls in front of me.
“Elizabeth, Susan wants to show you something,” I said.
Susan took the cue, grasped our hands, and led us to my bed. She undressed me and had me sit on the bed. Susan pushed me back and headed straight home.
“Now watch,” she ordered Elizabeth. “You don’t dive into a woman’s vagina. You proceed slowly. You make her feel as though she’s the most special woman in the world. Observe how it’s done.” Susan proceeded to plant dozens of gentle kisses on me.
“Come closer to see this,” she directed Elizabeth.
Susan pulled me open, pushed her tongue in deeply, and held. She then slowly and sexily slid her tongue up my full length.
“You go slowly and gently. It’s a pussy, not an ice cream cone. You don’t lick a woman’s vagina, you worship a woman’s vagina.”
Susan continued. “Don’t go near her clitoris until you’ve worshiped her adequately. Then, and only then, do you approach her clit.” I had taught her well.
Susan pulled back on my hood and exposed my clitoris. Like the expert she was, she brushed her lips on my clit.
“Tease a lady. Make her want you.” She planted some delicate kisses.
“Once I have Diana at this point she usually takes over. I like Mistr…uh, Diana rubbing herself in my face. By carefully watching what she does I learn what she likes. Then I know how to please her.”
Susan took my hand and placed my fingers on my clit.
“Rub your clit, Diana.” Yes, ma’am.
Susan turned back to Elizabeth. “At this point, I push my tongue inside Diana. Like this.” Susan stuck out her tongue and inserted it. Elizabeth watched intently.
With my two shaved beauties’ faces between my legs, it didn’t take long. I had a comfortable orgasm with Susan’s tongue buried deep within. Susan waited until I calmed to withdraw, then dragged her tongue up my slit and finished with a kiss.
“Diana likes my tongue inside her when she finishes,” Susan explained to Elizabeth, sexily wiping her lips with her index finger. “I stay in place until she’s completely finished. Oh, and you never, never touch her clit just after she orgasms; it’s too sensitive post-orgasm. Be patient; keep your tongue inside her, enjoying her juices. Give her time to desensitize, then give it a gentle kiss.”
I sat up. “Did you get all that, Elizabeth? Susan gave you a lot to remember,” I said with a laugh.
“I didn’t know it was so involved. I thought you just lick.”
“There’s a lot more to it than that. I’m going to teach you. Then you’ll take a test,” Susan informed her.
It had gotten late.
“Elizabeth, you can sleep here tonight or we’ll walk you home.”
Elizabeth chose to leave and the three of us walked arm in arm through the warm night air.
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The next week Elizabeth was back. She was going to do more than watch. She was going to please me. And I was going to make her cute little pussy mine.
I shaved Susan first and then had Elizabeth take her position. Once I had my two girls shaved, I took them to my bedroom. I had Susan undress me.
“Susan gave you quite a tutorial last week,” I said to Elizabeth as Susan pulled off my panties.“
“She was thorough.”
“Isn’t she great?”
I embraced Elizabeth and we kissed in our nakedness. I knew she’d prefer to hold Susan, but I would have her first. I pressed my mound into hers and then took Susan into our hug for a three-way kiss. I lay back on the bed.
“Susan will continue coaching you,” I informed Elizabeth.
I had instructed Susan during the week that she was to have Elizabeth kiss my vagina. There was to be no quitting; she would continue until I finished. And I would finish in her mouth, by force, if necessary. Susan liked the idea.
My girls situated themselves between my legs.
“We start with gentle kisses,” Susan recapped, and planted a few on me. “Now you.”
Elizabeth hesitated. Having had her hand in Susan’s vagina twice already, she assumed she was going to kiss Susan tonight, not me.
Susan allowed no quarter. She gathered Elizabeth’s blonde mane in her hands and gently eased her face to my pussy. “Just a kiss at first,” she said.
Elizabeth still wasn’t willing. Susan gave her no mercy. She continued the gentle pressure until Elizabeth’s lips met mine.
“Gentle kiss. Show me how sexy you are.”
Elizabeth obeyed her girl crush and kissed me.
“Now more.” Elizabeth gave a few awkward kisses and Susan pulled her back.
“Like this.” Susan demonstrated with a few kisses, then put Elizabeth back in place. Her kisses improved. Susan demonstrated a few more times, my girls alternating in kissing my vulva.
“Now as sexily as you can, ride your tongue up Diana’s slit.”
Elizabeth was getting the hang of this; she penetrated me as deeply as her tongue would allow, then slowly dragged it up to my clitoris.
“Very good, Elizabeth!” Susan and I said in unison. Elizabeth flashed her cute smile and repeated this a few more times.
Knowing me as well as she did, Susan knew how far along I was. “Keep your tongue buried now,” she ordered Elizabeth. I began rubbing myself and soon had a robust orgasm. Susan held Elizabeth’s face tight to my vagina.
It took a while for me to calm and when I did, I took Elizabeth’s sticky face in my hands and kissed her deeply.
“That was beautiful, Elizabeth. I’m going to return the favor.”
I put her on her back and went straight to her smooth pussy. Elizabeth’s young vagina was as cute as a button. I spent some time toying with her supple lips, stretching them, pulling her open, playing hide and seek with her clitoris, and teasing her. I finally attacked but didn’t employ the finesse that Susan had coached; I went right to licking her perfect slit. I soon had two fingers inside her, which I then pushed into her mouth. I repeated this several times, wiping her wetness on her cheekbones and nipples, generally treating her like a whore.
It didn’t take long; she soon exploded. Susan held her breasts while I zeroed in on her clit, keeping her on the crest of the wave. I kept her vagina enveloped in my mouth as she writhed. I finally let her come down, sucking her dry as she calmed.
I straddled her and kissed her deeply. “Your pussy is delicious,” I informed her, holding her breasts.
Elizabeth proffered a bashful smile.
“Now for Susan,” I said, dismounting.
I put Susan on her back and headed straight to her vagina. Susan was always easy to bring to orgasm and I soon had her in her throes. I lovingly kissed her vagina as she calmed and then straddled Susan and continued moving up until I was sitting on her face. Elizabeth sat next to us.
“Susan loves when I do this.”
“I do,” came Susan’s muffled agreement, her tongue already indulging.
I squeezed Elizabeth’s tits while Susan entertained me, and bent to kiss her.
“Good girl,” I whispered to Elizabeth. She flashed her winning smile.
I pinched her nipple and lifted, bringing her to her knees. I kissed her deeply.
“I’m going to shave your pussy and lick it. I’m going to own your pussy,” I informed her, looking in her eyes.
“That’s so sexy,” she whispered.
“You’re a sexy girl,” I informed her, still holding her by her nipples. “Rub my clit,” I whispered. “Rub me like you rub yourself. Make me orgasm in Susan’s face.”
Elizabeth did as I instructed. I held her tits tighter as she brought me near.
“Open wide,” I ordered Susan.
Susan obeyed. I held Elizabeth’s head to my breasts, her eyes facing my vagina, as she rubbed me to a fine finish. Having her watch me finish in Susan’s mouth would make her more obliging when I finished in hers.
I rolled off Susan and she sat up, wiping her lips.
“You gave Diana a queen-sized finish, Elizabeth. You’re so sexy,” Susan praised, then kissed her.
We collapsed in a heap, me between my two girls, kissing one, then the other. My girls spent the night with me.
