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Pammy # 3
Two weeks
later Pammy and Jan still lingered about the showers hoping to rediscover
their
mutual passions. Their coach, however, never expected the team to get this far
and
had laid
down some strict rules. Good nutrition, lots of sleep, good grades and no one
in the
locker room past 6PM were her first edicts. She had began to believe that her
girls
could actually make an impact in the Regional round of play.
Jan and
Pammy were able to steal a few kisses and each knew the special meaning of
their
tweaks, pats and kisses during, and after, play.
Pammy
arrived home and had to unlock the door. Her dad was going out of town again
on
business and even though her mom was her best friend she had rarely seen
her
lately.
Used to
being on her own, Pammy got a glass of wine and settled on
the
leather sofa to watch some TV.
Something
silly was on, as usual, and her thoughts drifted to her experiences of the
last few
months. She remembered how her breath almost stopped as she beheld Yas
for the
first time and how, at the end of the day, Yas had licked her little virgin
pussy
with such
passion and love. She wiggled her toes thinking of how Yas* hard nipples
had felt
on her feet.
She
thought of Jan and how their intimate union had made her pussy gush.
As she
thought of doing poo, and Jans* eager love of it, her manicured nails
went to
her special spot.
She
scratched away on her tight panties enjoying her private thoughts until
she knew
she had to go. She decided to use the upstairs bathroom.
Pammy
thought she was alone but, passing her mothers* bedroom,
she was
sure she heard some sounds. She slowly and silently turned the doorknob.
Opening,
just a crack, she peered inside. Pammy wanted to gasp or sceam or something
as she
saw her mom on her knees, on the bed and rocking back and forth as she
appeared
to be riding on her fathers* face.
Her dad
was lying on his back, with legs spread wide, as her mom moved about,
smacking
his penis that reared behind her.
Her dad
looked pretty big. His penis stood tall as Patricia smacked at it and seemed
to force
her sex onto his active mouth.
Silently
closing the door Pammy made her way to the less elegant bathroom downstairs.
She
lifted her skirt and wiggled her white satin panties to her ankles and took her
seat.
As her
pee flowed she used her cell to call Yas.
After a
couple of rings. Yas picked up. *Hello?*
*Hi Yas,
it*s Pammy, are you busy?*
*I just
finished my last appointment.* said Yas. It*s been a while, you know, I thought
you had
found another pedicurist.*
Pammy
hears her irritation and responds.
*I*m
sorry Yas. I*ve been so busy with school and I joined the Field Hockey team
and we*re
doing really well. Won*t you please come over, Yas? I really don*t want
you for a
pedicure.* *I just want to see you.*
*Ten
minutes* said Yas as she made the first illegal U-turn available.
Pammy
felt butterflies in her tummy and a little rumble as well. Yesterdays Kung Pao
was
demanding
exit. Pammy relaxed and her poo slipped silently into the bowl leaving, a
not
unpleasant, burn in her pink star.
She felt
quite naughty as she flushed but did not wipe. She merely slid her
panties
into place and dropped her skirt. She washed her face and hands then brushed
her teeth
and hair.
Pammy
thought about Brads* invitation and figured it was a good idea.
If she
exerted the slightest effort, she would be surely be Prom Queen
and
whomever she chose to date would be King, by default
As the uncrowned
princess of her class, it was her duty to appear with someone of
importance.
Brad
would do nicely and be easily seduced to her whims.
.
Still,
she knew she would need some advice from her friends and her mom.
Though
she had called Yas, her thoughts were, *Jan would know what to do*, but Jan
didn*t
have a cell.
Pammys
mom came out of her bedroom and descended the stairs.
At the
same time Pammy heard the backdoor slam.
Pammys*
moms* given name was Patricia. She wore a sleek black robe, low cut
and
flowing to her ankles, dancing just above her silver slippers with four inch
heels.
As she
entered the living room she almost collided with her daughter emerging from the
bathroom.
*Hi baby,
said Patricia *I*ve missed you.*
*Mom.*
says Pammy, *did you hear the back door just now?*
*That
would be your father dear,* said Patricia as she cuddled her daughter close.
*We
needed some *private time* so he decided to take a later flight.*
Pammy
suspected much but had no way of knowing that her father had left wearing red
satin panties,
a
chastity device, and a stout little plug in his bottom
.
Just then
the doorbell rang and Patricia breathed her question into her daughters ear.
*Now, who
could that be?*
*I called
Yas, mom, and asked her to come over, I hope you don*t mind.* said Pammy.
*Oh, I
love Yasmine! In fact, I was expecting her sometime today.* said Patricia as
she took
Pammys* hand. *Lets go greet her.*
Yasmine
stood just outside the sliding glass doors with a pink package in hand.
Sliding
open the door Patricia invited Yas inside.
Yas comes
in and places the tight pink package on the table.
Pammy
notes the package is tied with a white satin ribbon over two short stemmed
roses.
One was a tight bud and the other a full flower with delicate petals.
*What*s
that?* asked Pammy.
There is
silence until Patricia says, *Tell her Yasmine.*
*They*re
panties* says * Yas, *I was going to bring it later , but then , you called.*
*They*re
your mothers* panties, once a week she allows me to clean them for her,*
*Clean them? Yas!* screamed Pammy,* Why are
you cleaning my mothers* panties?*
*Because
I want to* said Yas as she dropped her gaze to Patricias* silver slippers.
*First ,I
lick them and then I hand wash them and dry them on the gentle cycle, I fold
them and
return them to Miss Patricia * says Yas. The roses express my love for her.
Pammy was
dumbstruck as she realised that her mom had set her up with Yas.
She
thought that was her secret and that Yas was her girl.
She also
wondered about Jan. To have another girl take her poo and then use her
athletic
tongue on her special spot had been the
most intense sexual experience of her privileged young life.
Was that
a setup too.?
*You
lying slut,* said Pammy, as she launched herself at Yas, her pink little talons
seeking
blood. *I thought you loved me!*
Patricia
grabs Pammys* hair and pulls her back and folds her arms around her daughter.
Yas is
near in tears. *I do love you Pammy but I really belong to Miss Patricia.*
*Girls,
let*s not fight* said Patricia * there is much more pleasure if we don*t;*
Patricia
took a seat on the right side of her leather sofa. Lighting a cigarette. she
crossed
her legs. Her sleek robe fell on either
sides of her long legs revealing
her flat
tummy and the top of her black satin panties. Patting the seat she says,*Sit
here
Pammy. It*s time we talked.*
*Yasmine,
honey, use that excellent tongue on my feet while I talk to my daughter. Ok?*
*Yes,
Miss Patricia,* said Yasmine as she went to her knees and removed the silver
slipper
from her ladys* foot.
Miss
Patricia drew languidly on her cigarette. Pammy saw Yas* tongue extend and
caress
her moms* toes. Yas had started a gentle sucking of them when Miss Patricia
said,
*Yas, honey, I think some wine would be nice, fetch it for us please.
Chardonney
will be
fine.*
*Yes Miss
Patricia,* says Yas. giving a final kiss to the proffered foot of her lady, Yas
scurries
to the kitchen.
*Mom,
what is going on?* *I called Yas, I love
her and now she is yours?*, hissed
Pammy as
she gets right in her mothers* face. *I saw what you did to dad, you know.*
Grace
slowly strokes her daughters* cheek. *Of course I know darling, I wanted you
to.*
Yas
returns with two glasses of wine on a silver tray and kneels before the
bickering
mom and
daughter.
*Miss
Patricia takes a glass and hands the other to Pammy. Taking a sip she looks
at Pammy
and gives a wave of her hand to Yas who rises with the tray and returns to
the
kitchen. Patricia addresses her daughter, *Drink up, darling, you*re old enough now.*
*Now,
Pammy, you say you love Yas, but where does that leave Jan.? *Do you love
her, and
regarding this silly boy, you want to attend the dance with, will you love him
as well?
**Mom!,
screams Pammy, do I have no privacy, how do you know everything I do?*
*Calm
youself Pammy, it is unbecoming of a lady.* *Yas has been my girl for over a
year.
While you were at school she would come to give me pedicures. I soon noticed
that she
had a penchant for elegant ladies, like myself.* Her quick breaths, her moist
garments,
her adoring gaze and unsteady gait were all indications that I could have her.*
*One day
I wore a short red robe, with these silver heels, and otherwise quite naked.*
* As Yas
began to service my toes, I lit a cigarette and parted my legs. I slipped the
belt of
my robe and sat before her in expectation.*
*Yas
dropped her file as she knelt wideeyed before my blatant nudity. Her parted
lips
were so seductive that I just pulled her mouth
into me. She serviced me very well that day
and does
so still.*
*She
dearly loves to use her tongue to please ladies and that is why I thought
you
should
meet.* *I know you liked it baby, don*t be coy with your mother.*
*But Jan,
mom. How could you know about Jan? asks Pammy.
*Darling,
I am very good friends with, Ms. Constance, the Pricipal of your school.*
I endow
the school quite generously and, sharing common interests, we placed
very
discrete cameras all about the place. Especially the locker and shower rooms.*
*What you
and Jan did was very very naughty and I am quite proud of you.*
*I was
well into college before my lover slipped his tongue into my bum.* *When I
relased
some air into his mouth. his already hard prick seemed as if it might burst.*
*That
lover was your father. I took advantage and pleasured myself several times.*
*I rode
him throughout the night and enhanced his performance each time I turned
to allow
him a taste of my rosebud. He loved the fragrance so much, and I loved the
effect it
had on hm so much, that at sometime during that night, you were concieved*
*Mom, are
you saying I was inspired by a fart?* asks Pammy.
Patricia
laughs.
*Of
course not, darling, you were inspired and conceived by lust. The kind of lust
you have
had with Yas,Jan and even Brad. Lust is a good thing, Pammy, and successful
women use
it to their advantage.*
*Now, sip
your wine and be reserved, I*m sure Yas and Jan can clear all this up
for you
if you behave.*
*Come on
in girls* says Patricia.
Yas and
Jan enter the room. The young ladies are dressed in tight lacy thongs
and
matching red heels, both are topless. The two dark haired beauties
are about
the same height and both fill their highcut panties very well. Their heels
accent
their long legs and a posture that thrusts their bare breasts forward.
Pammys*
little orchid begins to develope some dew. She takes a healthy sip of
her wine
savoring the lovely image before her.
*Jan, Yas, you*re so beautiful but
why? How
are you here together?
Jan spoke
first. *I love you Pammy, I have always
wanted to belong to a girl like you.
When you
let me taste you, I mean all of you, it was what I had always wanted.*
*I would
do anything to make you happy. I knew about Yas and your mum and when
Yas told
me Miss Patricia wanted us both here, I had to say Yes.
Yas,
speaks next.
*Pammy, I
know how she feels, being with you made me really hot, but I dearly love
elegant
ladies, like Miss Patricia. Someday, Pammy, you will be a grand
lady, but
I really belong to Miss Patricia. I love how she...*
*Thats
enough Yas,* said Patricia, *my toes are getting cold.* Yas goes to her knees,
removes
the pretty shoe and begins to suckle at Patricias* toes
.
*Pammy,
why don*t you and Jan play upstairs? Yas and I will be busy for a while.*
Jan
extends her hand to Pammy. *I*d really like to see your room, Pammy, is that
ok?*
Pammy
watches for a moment as Yas licks at Patricias* feet. She knows that tongue
very
well.and slightly envies her mothers* pleasure.
Patricia
lifts her glass, takes a sip of her wine and says *Have fun girls, I know I
will.*
The girls
exit and Patricia turns her attention to Yas. *Yas, honey, you have the sweetst
mouth.
The girls are gone. You can go all the way now. Do what you love darling,
pleasure
your Mistress.*
Yas
kisses the sleek legs as Patricia extinguishes her cigarette and takes another
sip of wine.l
Yas*
kisses move upward. Feet, calves and thighs are all covered with loving kisses.
Patricia
knows her girl is eager but loves to tease. *Yas, my panties seem to have
become
quite
moist. Wont you be a good girl and lick my wet panties?*
Yas*
expressive eyes lift for a moment. *Of course, Miss, I love the taste of your
panties.*
Her
tongue is delicate on the expensive fabric and then her mouth slurps deeply at
the
gatherd moisture.
This
experience is lovely to Patricia and Yas as well. Patricia spreads her legs a
bit
further
and lights another cigarette. * That feels nice, Yas, but my moistness is
unabated.
*Perhaps
you should go to the source now.*
*May I
Miss? asks Yas.
*Remove
my panties, Yas*, says Patricia, *Show that you love me.*
Yas
slides the elegant garment from Patricias* bottom, down her legs and off her
feet.
*Replace
my shoe, Yas*, said Patricia. *My sharp heels always keep you right on target.*
*Don*t
they darling?*
*Very
much Miss,* says Yas. She rplaces the silver slipper and then feels the weight
of
Patricias* long legs on her shoulders. Though she needs no coaxing the sharp
heels
are there
to instruct her as she begins her arduous attention to her Ladys* pleasure.
For
Patricia, this has been a lovley afternoon. Her chastised *husband* is off to
acquire
more funds for her lavish lifestyle, her pretty daughter has a girl of her own
and
Yas is
kneeling between her legs. Life was good.
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