She loved it!
Lynn loved it!
Both young girls were writhing and moaning, gasping for breath, bobbing and thrusting against each other, Cindy's sweet face buried deeply between Lynn's sweet thighs.
Lynn felt the tension rise, the warmth flood her veins, and knew she was very close to the edge, very close now, very, very close…
"My God!" she cried, and the girl cum flooded out of her! Flooded out of her and into Cindy's sucking mouth. Cindy gulped and sucked and licked.
She nuzzled and pressed her face as tightly as she could against her friend's flowing juices, lapped them up as fast as they squirted and gushed out!
"Oh! Oh!"
Lynn gave one last final heave of her hips, then fell back to the bed. As Cindy continued her sucking and probing, Lynn twitched a few more times. Finally, she was still.
Cindy lifted her face from between those lovely narrow thighs, wet with her saliva and Lynn's come, and smiled.
Lynn glanced down at Cindy, then closed her eyes, let her head fall back, and nodded very slowly.
Chapter 2
Lynn sat down on the edge of her bed. She unzipped her Jeans, lifted her hips to push them down to her knees. I hate being photographed, she thought. She cleared her throat. Don‘t I? Then why do I let him do it?
She bent over and shoved the jeans down to her ankles. She sat bent way over like this for a moment, trying to think the thing out. If I hate being photographed so much, why do I let that crazy old man take pictures of me in those odd positions, in those awkward, awful poses?
She straightened back up on the bed.
Somehow she knew, in her fluttering young heart, that her uncle, a man as old as her own father, was going to ask her to let him tie her wrists and ankles together. And she knew she'd let him do it, too.
She stood up and stepped out of the jeans. Then she bent down and picked them up off the floor, feeling the heavy weight of her breasts.
She tossed the pants onto the chair beside her bed as she sat back down. Slowly, she slid her hands beneath her boobies and raised them slightly. The full weight of her big tits rested in her palms. She rubbed the underside of her breasts through the soft fluffy material of her sweater and brassiere.
She shifted her shoulders.
Today she felt exceptionally proud of her large boobs. A wickedly virgin smile curved her full moist lips as she dropped her hands to the bottom of the sweater and began twisting out of the bulky, figure-concealing mass of material. The sweater landed on top of the jeans.
Lynn combed her thick hair away from her face with her fingers. Her nipples hardened as she thought about the prospect of teasing her uncle with a really stunning outfit. She remembered the outfits Cindy had worn when the two of them had wandered around the college campus, taunting the big boys. What a trip!
Yes! That would be fun!
Something sexy and blatant and extremely revealing!
Lynn was beginning to get really excited now. Her heart throbbed wildly in her tight chest. Yes, she was going to let old Wes take some real pictures of her!
Ha-ha!
She started humming. She pushed her panties down to her knees. Oh! She loved wearing her panties down around her knees. Nightly, Lynn would strip completely, except for her panties. And these she pushed down to her knees. She loved the restriction of movement it provided. Forced to move slowly, to take small steps, made her feel somehow warm and sexy, submissive and strangely secure. And very, very excited. Suppose her parents came into her room while she was standing there like that? She'd just die of embarrassment, that's all.
And to add to her excitement, she sometimes opened her bedroom door and crossed the hallway to the bathroom, moving slowly and awkwardly in the restricting garment.
Her panties had become a sort of minor center around which her fantasy life revolved. Panties. Even the word held some excitement for her, the hint of naughtiness and secrecy. She bought her panties two sizes too small for her narrow, tight little ass, and kept them pulled up very, very tightly against her cunt lips all day long.
And then there was her most secret vice. Something she had never confessed to anyone, not even to Cindy. She would insert some uncomfortable object down into the crotch of her tight panties before she drew them up firmly against the soft puffy lips of her virgin hole!
It had begun several months ago, when she'd come across the neighbor boy's wooden blocks in the sandbox. The idea had hit her at once, and the thrill of it had hardened her nipples instantly.
She reached down and picked up the block, and didn't even brush off the sandy grit. She just casually carried it into the bathroom off the kitchen, pulled up the front of her skirt, hooked her thumb in the waistband of her panties, pulled it away from her taut firm tummy, and dropped the wooden block down inside. A few shifts of the cube of scratchy old wood and one corner rested solidly against the nubbin of her clitoris!
Oh, how nice! She smiled into the mirror as she dropped the front of her skirt. She went out into the kitchen and sat down on the chair at the table, wincing at the real pain it caused her, but loving the sensation of secret perversion it gave her.
And since then, she'd worn her special outfit almost daily to school. She had to be very careful when she sat down to prevent any real damage to herself, but the discomfort was lovely, excruciating, wonderful, and let her climax in her panties at least once a day, and usually more often.
She wore it at night, too, snug in her bed. But in her room, she alternated the tight panties and the wooden block with wearing the panties at half-mast.
It was a quite satisfying arrangement, she thought.
Then it had come to her to put something inside her bra cups! Something that would press her nipples back into her huge jugs, or maybe irritate the excessively sensitive nipple flesh until she just couldn't stand it any longer, but had to! I-lad to, because she was sitting on a hard block of wood in the middle of a classroom full of kids, and there was still a half hour to go!
Oh, how she loved it!
And wadded up, large-grained sandpaper had been the answer! It was easy to obtain, and wadded up into a large enough ball, the stiff paper had a lot of nice sharp edges and corners that poked and pressed deeply into her tender young nipples!
She kept a whole package of sandpaper in her underwear drawer!
God! She was excited!
Lynn pushed her panties down to her ankles, stepped out of them, caught the open leg hole with her toe and lifted them toward the chair.
Bet old Wes would love to have a picture of me like this, the youngster thought with a quick snort.
She reached high up behind her and unhooked the wide band of her brassiere. When the hook came loose, the silken material of the cups sagged away from her full, firm, gigantic boobies. Her nipples were swollen as large as thumbs!
She threw the flaccid bra onto the chair and stepped totally naked to her closet. There, she rummaged around deep inside, looking for just the right clothing. She pulled out a white blouse, almost transparent, that was obviously much too small for her now. She slipped her long arms into the shear sleeves, buttoned the cuffs around her thin wrists. A little tight! She could feel the circulation struggling through her wrists. And she could hardly button the thing closed over her breasts.
She took a slow, deep breath, testing the breaking point of the buttons. They held, but only barely. The blouse threatened almost vocally to burst wide open.
Lynn grinned broadly.
If that dirty old man wants to take pictures of me, she thought, I'll damn well give him something worth photographing!
She had deliberately left her bra off. She grabbed up the hand mirror on her dresser, and checked her handiwork.