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Millicent's Project
Pt. 3
At the sound of the
doorbell Millicent prodded Pansy's ass with her sharp heel and ordered him
away. "Back to your corner until I call you", she said.
Yvonne could see that
her former prize pupil was growing tense. As Tracy snuggled against her breasts
she tried to imagine what life would be like yearning for an unattainable love.
She didn't want to know. She caressed Tracy's cheek and
looked into her eyes.
"I love you baby", she said. She brought her mouth to Tracy's lips
and gave the girl a tongue thrusting kiss that left them both panting for
breath as they heard the door behind them slam closed.
Millicent was beaming
as she introduced her guest of honor, Ashley.
"Ladies, I think
we are all acquainted so let's just think of this as a reunion of friends with,
perhaps, a bit of a twist."
Ashley was astounded.
She and Tracy had been study partners and it was on her recommendation that she
had signed up for every class taught by Professor Delacroix. Suddenly she was
not alone but in the company of what she regarded as the three coolest women in
the world. She noted that Yvonne and Tracy both had giddy smiles and were
cuddled together like newlyweds. Millicent guided her to a seat and placed an
arm around her shoulders.
"Ashley, honey,
today is all about you. We love you and just want to see you happy again."
Ashley began to cry
and said, "Oh, thank you all so much. I never dared dream that I would see
you all together, especially like this, I feel..."
Millicent took charge
and clamped a hand over her friend's mouth. "Calm down, girl, ,you just
need a drink. Stop your babble while I call the maid."
Within a few moments
Pansy pranced in with a chilled bottle of wine and placed it before his
mistress and her companions. He thought he recognized the dark haired girl but,
of course, said nothing and returned to his corner.
Ashley quickly downed
her first glass of wine and poured another. She was thrilled to be sitting next
to Millicent but she could not take her eyes away from Yvonne and Tracy as they
fed each other snacks and sipped wine from the same glass.
"Ashley, honey,
just relax and enjoy your birthday, We all have gifts for you,' said Millicent
as she downed her wine in a very unladylike gulp.
Tracy came forth
first with a small silver box that she presented to her friend.
"Ashley, you
were my first friend at college. Remember how we would get high after study and
talk about our fantasies?. You said you would like to be a Mermaid, so, when I
saw this I knew it was meant for you."
Within the box was a
delicate silver charm bracelet with small figures of Mermaids and dolphins made
of onyx and mother of pearl.
"It's
adjustable, gushed Tracy, it can fit your ankle too."
Yvonne then presented
her with an envelope. "I was disappointed when you dropped out of school,
Ashley, but, based on your prior grades, I have arranged
for you to be
readmitted if you can get yourself on track."
Ashley thanked Tracy
and Yvonne while sobbing into her napkin. She raised her eyes to see that
Yvonne and Tracy were again cuddled together and just smiling at her.
"Er, I'm sorry
to have been so out of touch, she said, but it seems I have missed a
lot." "Are two of my best
friends in love?"
Tracy giggled and
used her teeth to lower the strap on Yvonne's dress. With another tug she had
fully exposed her lovers left breast. "I'm going to make her marry
me," said Tracy as she began to circle her tongue around Yvonne's hard
nipple.
Yvonne momentarily
lost her cool and exclaimed. "Yes, you sassy little tart, I will marry
you. I'll make you my wife and my fuck toy. Now, show your devotion and suck
me."
Tracy grinned, went
to her knees and raised Yvonne's skirt. The mature woman's long legs were
encased in smoky grey stockings held in place in by a garter belt. She wore no
panties and her pussy glistened with her syrupy arousal. Yvonne guided Tracy's
face between her legs and sighed as the girl began to lick her.
Millicent and Ashley
were quite fixated on the scene unfolding before them. They both reached for
the remaining wine at the same time. The bottle felt light and Millicent, now a
little tipsy, called for Pansy. "Get your sissy ass in here with a fresh
bottle of wine right now!" Pansy complied and then returned to his corner.
After having their
glasses refilled the two women settled back to watch Tracy and Yvonne play out
their sexy game.
Tracy was clearly a
tease. She would lick a little, suck a little and occasionally dance her tongue
over Yvonne's clit as a promise of things to come. The Professor appeared to
love the drawn out experience. She contionued to sip at her wine and encourage
her young lover with caresses and naughty words. She even fired another
cigarette and raised her bottom so Tracy could lick her ass. This experience
seemed to have some special meaning for her as she sighed and sipped and
smoked.
Tracy seemed tireless
and Yvonne insatiable. Millicent and Ashley were literally on the edge of their
seats awaiting the outcome. Tracy had the answer. She replaced her tongue in
Yvonne"s ass with a finger and began a feathery flick of her tongue on
Yvonne's clit. The older woman tightened her silky thighs around Tracy's face
and thrust her pussy against the girl's mouth. Tracy responded by thusting her
tongue deeply into Yvonne's pussy and slipped another slim finger into her
anus.
To see their elegant
and respected teacher in the throes of orgasm was quite an eyefull for her
former students. They watched, in awe, as Yvonne fucked her girl's face while
holding her tight between her legs. With a final thrust Yvonne came and,
surprisingly, mewed like a kitten as she spoke to Tracy. "Oh, baby, are
you ok? I never would hurt you. I love you babygirl. You suck me so good I just
get carried away."
Tracy raised her very
wet and red face from between Yvonne's legs and smiled at her mentor and lover.
"So, Ms.
Delacroix, will you take me as your bride and fuck toy right here and right now
in front of your friends?"
The usually staid
Professor gasped like a well fucked ingenue.
"Oh yes, Tracy!
Will you marry me?"
"Of
course", said Tracy, "sooner the better."
Millicent became
aware that Ashley was clenching her hand as they both felt like extraterrestial
voyeurs to have viewed something so intimate and intense. The girl then turned
to her on the verge of tears. "Millicent, I wish it could be like that for
us. I want to... want to..." Again, Millicent shushed her.
"Lighten up
sweetie. Don't forget it's still your birthday. Let's go check on the maid
while these two sort themselves out."
She escorted her
friend into the next room where Pansy was kneeling in his corner. Thus far,
Ashley had only vaguely been aware ot the maid. Tracy,Yvonne and especially
Millicent had absorbed all of her attention. She saw Pansy's striped ass and
turned to her friend. "Millicent, why would you whip a poor maid like
that?" "Is she some kind of immigrant or something?"
"Honey, this is
Pansy and he is still a boy more or less. You may better know him as Peter.
After what happened to you I did some investigation. I became quite sure that
Peter was the boy who drugged and raped you so I set out on a project to
deliver him to you for whatever retribution that will satisfy you and make it possible
for us to be together. It took some feminine wiles, some drugs, hormones and
hypnotic suggestion but I eventually turned your rapist into a compliant slave
to any woman."
What a day! Again,
Ashley was stunned but demanded to see the face of the kneeling sissy. Mother of the Saints! As she looked past the curls and makeup and
into his eyes she knew it was true. Over a year ago Peter had brought her a
drink at a lame frat party.and then she had suddenly felt ill and needed to lie
down. The last thing she really saw were those eyes looking down at her. She
knew he had only been the first as he had invited all his friends to have her
as well. He had probably been BMOC until Millicent had set her sights on him
and brought him to his present state.
The pathetic sissy
kneeling before her certainly did not seem like a threat any longer but she
still felt righteous rage in her belly that demanded revenge. Millicent's words
seemed to come to her as through a long tunnel.
"This is but the
first of my gifts to you this evening, Ashley, What would make you feel better
and get beyond your depression?"
"I want to fuck
him," said Ashley. "I want to fuck him into total despair just like
he did to me."
"Well, this
brings us to your second gift of the evening," said Millicent, as she
presented a slender package to her angry girlfriend.
Ashley lifted the lid
and within was a large pink dildo with straps attached. She looked puzzeled for
a moment and then her eyes grew wide.
"Here, said
Millicent, I'll help you fit it on." She had Ashley unzip her jeans and
helped her to don the strapon in a manner that would give pleasure as she had
her revenge fuck. She fondled the silicon phallus now attached to Ashley's hips
as she winked at Pansy.
I'll leave you lovers
to it then. Do whatever you need, Ashley, I'll be waiting for you." With
that she turned away and closed the door behind her. She left them all
together. Her sweetie and her sissy, the rapist and his victim, the formerly
silly girl and the vapid frat dweeb would just have to work it out.
Yvonne and Tracy were
no longer cuddled together and, in fact, looked quite concerned. Tracy was the
first to speak. "What happens now?", she asked.
Millicent gave a
faint smile as she responded. "I really don't know, honey, but we shall
see."
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