Pammys* Perfect Pink

 

Pammy knew she was privileged and thought that was cool. 

At the age of seven she had her own pony and at sixteen a sleek pink Austin

pimped out to her specifications was her parents gift to her on her birthday.

Always the Princess, she always got what she wanted and loved every moment.

She was accustomed to service and just expected that everyone would want to

please her.

Pammy had always been surrounded by servants eager to grant her every whim.

 

Her blonde hair and perky smile invited adoration. As she grew. she developed a classic *bubble butt* and as she matured boys followed her constantly. They begged to carry her

books or take her shopping. They would eagerly blow all their funds on the chance of her granting the favor of her smile. She loved to tease and generous boys got a peck on the cheek or her hard manicured nails might scratch at  their crotch as she giggled and flounced away.

 

Although she was very smart, she could have easily sailed through highschool on her looks and personality. Geeky boys lined up to do her homework and the jocks washed her car and bought her things that would make her smile. They had all  learned that being *macho* with Pammy got them nowhere. She dated a lot, gave a few handjobs and even let her prom date go down on her.

 

She had accepted Brads* invitation partly because he was a pretty boy and a star on the

football club but it was his fawning shyness around her that made her decide.

They had danced until  the music ended and returned to the car Brad had rented. They began to kiss and Pammy pressed his questing mouth to her bodice. She then raised her

dress and, after very little pressure, soon had Brad on his knees. She parted her legs and

he kissed her ardently.

Her firm thighs and sharp heels kept him in place. He was clumsy in his efforts beneath her satin dress but when he occasionally got it right Pammy knew she wanted more, more and better.

After she pushed Brads* head from beneath her satin dress she told him to drive her home. Brad reached for his handkerchief.

*Don*t clean your face or you wont get a treat* said Pammy.

 

Brad pulled in to the circular drive in front of Pammys house and stopped the car.

Pammy leans in and kisses his ear, *That was nice Brad, but I think you need practice.*

*I bet you liked it though, let me see your prick.*

Pammy slides his zipper down and brings his prick into her view. He is only half hard now

but his prick is wet. *Ewwh,* says Pammy. *it*s all gooey, did I make you do that?*

 

Pammy begins to stroke and Brads* prick is soon at fullness. Her slim hand strokes but

her sharp little nails mix some pain with the pleasure. Soon Brad erupts with all his

teenage lust landing on his clothes. His head falls back and for a moment he seems

asleep.  Pammy breathes in his ear, *Did you like it? Wake up. I have to get inside.*

Brad opens his eyes to see Pammys* smiling face. *Wow, you were really gone there

Brad, but we have a problem.*

*What?* asks Brad. 

*My hand, silly, it has your goo all over it. You need to clean that off if you ever want another date with me.* says Pammy.

After Brad has licked Pammys hand clean she exits the car but pauses.

*I hope that tux isn*t a rental Brad, it*s going to need some serious cleaning.* giggles

Pammy. As she glides toward her door Brad notes the heavy white stains on his black tux.

 

At school, Pammy always greeted Brad with a cheery *Hi Brad, miss me?*

Brad usually kept his head down and ignored her or goofed with his buddies while he

went through each day hoping for a glimpse of Pammy. He loved her intensely but

was afraid of the power she held over him. He was not a stupid lad and knew that

every time  he played her sexy game he would surely lose.

 

Lust won out and soon Brad was waiting at Pammys* locker each morning with a

pastry and latte for his pretty Princess. He carried her books and went through the

cafeteria line twice. First to get whatever Pammy wanted and bring it to her table.

Then, If there was time left, find something for himself. Little was left on his second run.

Brad ate a lot of overcooked hotdogs during this time but enjoyed watching Pammy

munch on her crisp salads and shrimp scampi.

 

He totally worshipped Pammy and  she responded by treating  him like the lovesick

servant he had become.

After a week she would barely notice as he brought her lunch tray.

Chatting with her friends she would dismiss him with a casual wave of her hand

as she and her girlfriends laughed at his tented trousers and puppy eyes.

 

Feeling defeated in his pursuit of love Brad focused on sports.

 

When Pammy was seventeen she was gifted with Yasmine. Yasmine was a beautiful Thai girl  of nineteen whom Pammys mother had hired to give her darling weekly pedicures and manicures.

Pammy was fast becoming a woman and felt many strange stirrings within her young body.

She was developing nicely. Her blossoming breasts were already a 34B. She loved the

feel of her taut nipples and had found a new use for her lifesized Teddy whose hard

little nose she often had between her thighs before driffting off to sleep.

 

On her first visit Yasmine found Pammy lounging by the pool. At first sight of the lovely

girl Yasmine licked her lips and was surprised by the growing moistness between her legs.

Realizing that her fulll lips were parted and her tongue tasting her own lipstick Yasmine

approached, sitting her kit next to Pammys* chaise.

*Miss Pammy, my name is Yasmine, I*m here for your pedicure.*

 

Pammy had been relaxing in her tiniest bikini, a brief white thong and top that barely

covered her pink nipples. Unaware of her own allure Pammy felt a quiver somewhere below her tummy as she looked at Yasmine for the first time.

She was glad for her designer shades that hid how wide her eyes became as she looked up at the lithe beauty standing before her.

 

Yasmine seemed a bit nervous as she swayed from side to side on her black three inch

heels. She wore a short tee that came just below her breasts. Her top and snug shorts

matched her shoes. Her sleek black hair framed her pretty face with dark wide eyes

and the fullest poutiest lips Pammy had ever seen.

 

Pammy knew that Yasmine was there to serve her, to work for her , yet her attraction

to the slightly older beauty made her think of the times she had pounded Teddys* nose

with her special spot. She hoped her suit was still wet enough from the pool to conceal

her personal moisture.

.

*Yasmine!  What a pretty name, said Pammy, but do you mind if I call you Yas?*

*You can call me anything you like Miss Pammy. It will be my pleasure to serve you.*

says Yas.

Even as Pammy could feel tiny trickles of her own arousal on her thighs she could see

the lust in Yasmines eyes.

 

*You can take some towels from the closet Yas,* says Pammy, *you know, to kneel on.*

Yasmine knows and cannot escape her attraction to this spoiled pretty brat, The idea of

kneeling before the sleek young goddess makes her panties very wet with girl cream.

Yasmine returns and places two folded towels on the pooldeck at the foot of Pammy*s

lounge. Yasmine kneels and lifts Pammys* foot. *You have beautiful feet Miss Pammy.

It will be a challenge to make them more pretty.*

Pammy smiles and wiggles her toes.

 

The pedicure goes nicely with Yas carefully shapeing each nail, trimming each cuticle

and laving Pammys feet with fragrant oils.

*Mmm Yas, that feels so nice, what color should my toes be?* *I can*t decide between

red or pink.* says Pammy.

Yasmine rubs the oils into Pammys* foot, just inches from her lips. * Oh Miss, I think

pink is definately your color. Let me show you what I have.*

 

Yasmine paints Pammys* toes several times before they finally agree that the hot pink

with gold gilitters is the perfect one for Pammy.  Yasmine blows her warm breath

on Pammys toes until the polish dries.

 

Flexible, as young women tend to be, Pammy brings her foot high to inspect the

work. *Oh Yas, thank you, I have the prettiest toes in the world.*

Pammy lowers her foot back into Yasmins waiting hands.

 

*Oh Miss Pammy, they*re beautiful and so are you, could I , please?*

* What Yas, what do you want?*

*Miss Pammy, I want... I need to.*

Yas just gives up and goes for it. She licks Pammys sole then takes all her newly

polished toes in her mouth and suckles each toe and licks between trying to take

all of Pammys* pretty foot in her mouth.

 

Pammy loves the look of those full lips and the nice feeling they deliver.

Her other foot goes beneath Yas* tee and her foot feels Yas* yielding breasts and

the hard nubs of her nipples.  Pammy giggles as the hard nipples caress her

sensitive sole and sees that Yas sucks her foot harder each time she pushes

harder on Yas* tits.

Pammy removes both feet, one from Yas* mouth and the other from the hard nubbin

that tickles her sole.

 

*Take it off Yas, I want to see your titties.* says Pammy.

 

Yasmine stripped off her top and Pammy was torn by jealousy and desire.

Yasmines 36Ds stood out proudly with hard half inch nipples atop her aureoles.

Pammy  hoped that one day she would have fuller beautiful tits like Yas but now she had

more immediate desires.

 

Pammy shoves one hand beneath her thong as she brings her feet to Yas* tits.

*You do it too Yas, this is my first time with a girl.*

 

Yasmine knows what that means and she loves the pretty toes with pink and

gold polish that squish and squeeze her titties while her own hand deftly works beneath

her shorts. She relishes the look on Pammys* face as she feels her nipples being

squeezed by Pammys* toes and the pressure of the pretty feet on her tittiesl.

 

Each girl is in her own world, they lock eyes as the moment approaches.

Pammys* toes grip Yasmines nipples. They pleasure themselve as they are

enraptured by this strange pleasure of tits and toes.

With her climax Pammy presses hard on Yas* tits, her toes squeeze the nipples.

Both girls continue to touch themselves in their special way until , with a final gasp,

they relax.

 

There is a moment, or perhaps an hour, of calm as Yas lays her face on Pammys*

thigh. She knows where she wants to go but Pammy is so young, in experience,

she might not understand,

She kisses Pammys* thigh and lays her head near the vee of Pammys*

bikini enjoying the fragrance. 

Yas pulls herself away and stands. It seemed Pammy could stay like that all day.

 

*I Have to go soon Miss Pammy. could I get you anything?*

*I*d really like a cola, Yas, diet with ice and a straw.* says Pammy.

Yas feels a lovely blush as she prances away, in her heels to serve her naughty

little princess.

Yas returns witn an iced cola for Pammy. Pammy is seated at the poolside table

as she takes her drink and takes a sip. Yasmine bends to place a kiss on Pammys*

face. Her lips linger hoping for more but gets no response.

*Well I guess I*ll go now, says Yasmine, I really hope you had a good day Miss Pammy.*

 

* Oh Yas, it was a really good day,* gushed Pammy, *I just loved how your titties tickled  my feet, and it was my first cum ever with a girl.*

*You did such a good job on my toes, would you like to kiss them again?* says Pammy as she puckers her lips to sip at  her drink.

Yas feels her knees grow weak. *That would be nice* says Yas as she kneels  and crawls beneath the table.

 

Pammy crosses her legs to conceal the girl cream wetting her bikini. It wouldn*t be right to reveal she was hot for her pedicurist.

Yas kisses each foot and suckles at Pammys* newly painted toes kneeling until her knees ache. Pammy sips her cola and holds her thighs together placing as much pressure as she can on her wet puss. She never knew her feet were so sensitive or that having a beautiful

girl lick them could make her want to cum so badly. She can feel herself losing control and

needs to take it back. Pammy uncrosses  her legs and spreads them wide.

Pulling her bikini bottom away from her slender slit Pammy grasps Yasmines* hair and

guides her face between her legs. * Kiss me there Yas, I think you want to and I know I want

you to do it. Lick my pussy Yas.*

 

Yas felt her tummy tighten as she saw Pammys* pussy. The sleek pinkness glistened with

Pammys* girlish  precum.  Yas thought of the dew drenched orchids she had seen in her

homeland but they had never aroused her like this. The dew of this elegant flower was

very special, and on this day. it was for her.

 

Yas licks gently at the pretty flower slowly bringing her tongue deeper into its* essence.

Pammy begins to move her hips and pulls on Yasmines* hair to guide her agile tongue.

Yas* tongue finds Pammys* clit and dances like a hummingbird on the sweetest of buds.

Pammy begins to lunge hard at Yas* face pulling hard on her hair until Yas feels and tastes

Pammys climax.

Yas slurps up all of Pammys* cream then falls to on her side and takes Pammys* toes into

her mouth. Only then does she consider the need of her own clitty and strokes it really hard

while sucking at Pammys* toes. Yas* orgasm is intense as she continues to place loving

kisses on Pammys* feet. She finally relaxes with her pretty lips on Pammys* toes until

Pammy speaks.

 

*Mom will be home soon Yas, you really have to go.*

Yas releases Pammys* foot from her mouth and stands.

*Miss Pammy, I... *stutters Yas.

*Shhh*, interupts Pammy. *This has been a really special day. We have both learned a

lot and I*m sure I*ll need your services again.*

*Don*t come back next week though.  I*ll just have to call you, OK?* *Please don*t be mad.*

Yasmine gives a slight bow, *Of course Miss Pammy, it was a pleasure to serve you*.

 

After Yas leaves Pammy nearly runs back to her room to give Teddys* hard little nose

the pounding of his inanimate life.

A few minutes later Yas parks her car and bounds upstairs to her apartment. She throws

her kit and purse aside as she races to her nightstand. With her vibe in hand Yas falls

back on her bed. She puts it between her labia and advances it to her expectant clit.

As soon as it hits she silently  screams. *Ooooh. Pammy, thank you Patricia, thank you.

Her climax is almost immediate

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                  Pammys* Perfect Pink

                                                                Part 2

 

Patricia was Pammys* mum and at forty was a superb example of elegant femininity.

She was 5"10'' with the same blonde, but curlier, hair as her daughter. Her 38 DD

breasts remained perky. Her trim physique, with a full womanly bottom, attested to

to the fact that she had cared well for herself and been well cared for by others.

 

Her early life had not been privileged at all but her natural gifts of brains and beauty

had changed all that.  She was now the mother of her beautiful daughter and the

worshipped wife of one of the countrys* most successful CEOs.

The *worship* part had actually been in their pre-nup and their vows at marriage.

She was the perfect corporate wife and charmed everyone. Her husbands* fortunes

had soared in the years after their marriage.

 

While she was quite certain that her hubby had always been faithful to her, she freely

indulged all her whims and passions.

She had learned that a beautiful and wealthy woman had many pleasures to choose from.

 

Patricia dearly loved her daughter and wanted her to have the best of everything.

That desire had eventually included the talents of Yasmine.

 

She had asked Pammy about her pedicure and admired her pretty toes.

*They*re beautiful darling, she said, *Yasmine has such talent and is quite a beauty too,

don*t you think?*

This comment made Pammy start to blush.  Her mother noticed and pressed the issue.

*I told her to make it reallly nice for you.*

*Did she darling, did she make it nice for you?*

Patricia could barely contain her glee as Pammys* face grew redder by the second.

Pammy told her mum that Yasmine was great and they got on really well.

 

She said, that with school starting, she would like more time to herself.

In truth, Pammy often thought of Yas as Teddys* nose got drenched with

her special cream.

She had loved Yas* hard tits beneath her feet and the velvet tongue that had

brought her such pleasure, much better than Brad.

She wished she could have enjoyed more from her willing lover but wasn*t sure what that was.

 

Making Brad spunk himself was fun and she still giggled at the memory. She knew now

that she could have done that to many boys but the thought only amused her.

Her prettiest thoughts and sweetest dreams were of Yas and other pretty girls.

Pammy kept to herself for a while as she tried to sort her feelings and await the beginning

of her next year at school.

 

School was cool and Pammy was popular. She was smart in class and very friendly so both teachers and students loved her.

Her fashions were always the latest.

She strutted the halls in tight jeans, minis  and revealing tops that had both boys and girls scampering to be her  friend.

 

After a month Pammy joined the Field Hockey team and met Jan.

Jan had just turned eighteen. She was an excellent athlete and team captain.

Her smile was infectious. She was five foot and seven with a lithe frame and short dark hair. Jan was already a devout  lesbian with a weakness for perky blondes. She had some unusual tastes and loved being submissive to her lovers

She had talked a few into pee games but had never felt really satisfied, not like she really wanted.

 

 

Pammy made her mouth water. When she had seen the taut young woman

bound onto the field for tryouts, with her blonde ponytail and crisp blue eyes,

she was hooked.

She made an effort to instruct Pammy on all aspects of the game.

Jan took special delight in kissing Pammy and palming her perfect ass after a good play.

 

Pammy enjoyed the attention.  Janny was so cool. tall and strong. She had taught

her a lot and was always there with a touch or kiss to praise her.

Pammy and Jan became friends and were the best players on the team. 

They blocked out opponents and fed each other shots for the good of the team.

 

It was after their district victory that Jan made her move.

 

Jan was awarded  MVP and, after the ceremony, she and Pammy were the last

in the locker room when they began to prepare to shower.

They both stripped off their sweaty tops and laughed as they caught each

other looking.

*You have nice titties Jan,* said Pammy, breaking the ice. *Are you a 36 C?*

 

*Well actually 37, if you go by the tape*, said Jan.

*You look like a 34C baby, have you been measured lately?*

 

It had been two months since Pammy had been with Yas and her titties

had indeed grown larger.

 

*No, says Pammy, *you know, you remind me of someone*.

*Someone you like?* asks Jan.

*Yea, said Pammy, turning to remove her sweaty shorts and panties.

*She gave me a pedicure and painted my toes pink. She was really pretty, like you*.

 

Jan is already naked and turning toward the shower as Pammy steps out

of her panties.

*Oh, Pammy!,* says Jan.

 

*What Jan? What is it* asks Pammy.

* Your ass, honey, it*s really beautiful.* says Jan.

*Really?* says Pammy. *I know boys like to walk behind me and look at my ass,

but beautiful? Are you serious Jan?*

*Very seroius Pammy, could I get a closer look?* asks Jan.

*Sure Jan, do you want me to bend over?* quips Pammy.

*Would you please?* says Jan as she moves closer.

Her hands, and then her close cropped bushy, begin to caress Pammys* bottom.

*Mmm, that tickles* said Pammy, and feels really good too.*

 

*Glad you like it sweetie.*  *I*d bet your little bum pucker is as pink as your toes.*

sighs Jan.

 

*You*re bad Jan.*, squeals Pammy, how would I know what my bummy pucker

looks like? It*s not like I*ve ever seen it.*

 

*I could see it*,  said Jan, and I promise I will tell you the truth.*

 

*Well,* says Pammy, *If I straddle the bench and bend over you could get a good

look.*  She had said it, like a joke but knew it wasn*t, and Jan was ready.

*That*s so clever Pammy, I*ll lie on my back and tell you what I see* said Jan.

 

The girls take their positions and Jan caresses Pammys bottom then prys the

pretty cheeks apart.

*Mmm, Pammy, It*s just like I said. very pink and very pretty.*

* I promise honey, it*s beautiful. Could I just kiss it ?*

 

*You*re my friend Jan, you can kiss me anywhere,* says Pammy enjoying the

strokes and squeezes that Jan applies to her bottom.

 

With no further encouragment Jan kisses each cheek then licks at Pammys* rosebud.

Jan gets it really wet with her tongue then probes at Pammys pink pucker

until her tongue is well within her cute friends* bottom.

 

*Oh Jan, that feels really good, could you suck some too?* pleads Pammy.

Jan presses her lips to Pammy*s tight pinkness and sucks but always keeping

her tongue busy in and around Pammys* nether flower.

 

*OOH Janny, thats*s so good. I think I*m going to poo.* sighs Pammy.

Pammy didn*t really want to poo and tried to tighten her bottom but Jannys relentless

tongue was too much. Jan took a moment to lick Pammys* cheeks.

*It*s ok, Pammy, you can poo right now.* mumbles Jan from beneath her friends

bottom. Her forbidden desire is at hand as she licks and sucks at Pammys* pink

little circle.

Pammy sits up sealing her friends* face and mouth beneath her.

Pammys fingers go to her sweet place and with two inside and her thumb on her clit

begins her climax,

As her tummy tightens she feels the urge again.

She tightens her bumcheeks against the inevitable. 

*Oh Janny, I*m cumming, I*m cumming and making pooo.* breathes Pammy.

 

Jans tongue takes a break as she sighs.

*That*s ok baby, I want you to cum and I want you to poo.* says Jan.

Jan continues her sucking and rimming realizing that Pammy might actually let her

poo slip out and into her mouth.

She feels tight little orifice begin to pulse and even loving Pammy so much, Jan has a moment of indicision.

Knowing she was a submissive lesbian was one thing, but could she really

take poo?  

At that moment, Pammy reaches back and slips a finger into Jans* wet pussy.

Jans*  hand had been busy on her own clit and is more than ready as she realizes: this isn*t just any poo, this is Pammys* poo.  Pammys glistening little circle expands, entrancing

Jan. At every spasm of her climax Pammys* poo emerges

*Oh,  thinks Jan, even her poo is cute.

 

Pammys* poo emerged from her pink little star in a dainty bit looking like a

milk chocolate *lady finger* or bite sized *Baby Ruth.

Jan saw Pammys* rosebud bloom and let the results slip between her lips.

 

As Pammys* poo fills her mouth and Pammys* cream bathes her chin,

Jan cums, swallows hard,and breaks contact long enough to say, *Ohh, Pammy, I love you*

 

The young athletes are stunned by the intensity of their orgasms.

Pammy now has three of her fingers in Jans* tight quim. The middle finger of her right hand is in her own pink treasure with her thumb dancing over her *special spot*.

Jan is in an oral frenzy and licks away until Pammys* ivory orbs and pink star glisten.

 

Both girls are quiet for a time as Pammy shifts down to sit on Jans* titties and

Jan gently strums at the lips of her own treasure to settle it down.

 

Pammy gets up and, looking down at her friend says, *Oh Janny, that was the

best cummy ever. That was really special. That*s the nicest thing anyone ever did for me.

I*d kiss you except your mouth smells like poo.*

 

*Yea, smiles Jan, *yummy Princess Pammy poo.*

With a giggle, Pammy kisses Jan on the tip of her nose and runs to the showers.

A little later Jan joins Pammy in the showers.

 

*I brushed and gargled* said Jan. *Could I get just a little kiss?*

*Of course Jan, we*re teammates*, said Pammy drawing her taller friend closer.

Their tongues explore each others mouth in a deep and passionate kiss as the

shower caresses them.

 

Jan*s hands caress and knead Pammys* pert bottom. She squats a little so their

nipples can touch as she presses against her friend. *Let me wash your bottom

Pammy, ok?*

 

*Sure, I*d like that but I gotta pee soon, wanna see?*

Jan hugs Pammy and cups her breasts. Her soapy fingers tweak her

friends nipples as she whispers in her ear. *Mmm, I*d like to see it, real close Pammy,

and can*t wait to taste it.*

Beneath the shower, Jan quickly laves Pammys* cheeks and in between and goes

to her knees.

Pammy places her hands on the shower wall leaning forward with her ass

in Jans* face. *Can we do it like this Jan?* *It*s easier for me to go this way.*

 

Jan sits on the tile and scoots between Pammys legs. leaning against the shower walll.

With long slow licks, Jan laves Pammys pink pussy. She gives Pammy another orgasm as her tongue laps deeply and flickers at her clit on the upstroke. With her climax Pammys* pee begins to flow into Jans* open mouth.

Pammy grips Jans* hair as she thrusts hard onto the questing tongue.

 

Pammys* right foot slips between Jan*s legs, her toes tickle Jans* clit bringing her

friend to orgasm, while letting her pee flow.

Jan is able to gulp twice before Pammys* pee overwhelms her and splashes onto her

face and hair. The shower instantly cleans her and, she too has had a lovely cum,

as Pammys* foot moves in and around her open sex.

 

Jan shudders and falls to the tile.  Pammy helps her to her feet.

They dry one another with the fluffy white gym towels while exchanging kisses.

*I didn*t really mean to poo Janny. What you did felt so good, it just happened,*

said Pammy.

 

*I know baby. It was ok, really.  I had always wondered about it but it took you to

make it happen.* said Jan.

The girls get dressed but their attraction remains.

 

Pammy kisses her friend. *I really liked it Janny.*

*I thought you liked girls, Janny, but never thought we would really do it.*

*I really loved it. You were so good to me. I*ve dated lots of boys but think I like

girls the best

*Tell me you loved it Janny. Didn*t we just have great cummys?

 

* Mmm, Oh Yes Pammy, we did, very hot and very special girl cummys* says Jan.

Jan cuddles Pammy close to her. *It was the best for me, Pammy, I love you.*

*How do you feel?*

*Made me hungry*, says Pammy, *Wanna go for pizza?*

Jan kisses Pammy. * I*m kinda full right now baby but I*ll see you at practice on

Monday, OK?*

*OK*, says Pammy.  She picks up her backpack and Jan watches her delicious ass

prance away.

 

Jan goes into a stall and kneels by the toilet. She has almost her whole hand down

her throat before she goes all bulemic and clears her tummy.

She leans against the stall door and finds her cigarettes in her backback. She

lights up and inhales deeply. *Damn, she thinks,  I*d do anything

for that girl.*

 

Arriving home Pammy found a message on her phone.

*Er, yea, um, Hi Pammy, It*s Brad, you know the 'Fall Fling* is only a month away and

I just wondered, you know, if maybe you would go with me, be my date?*

* I can get a limo and we could do anything you want after the dance. Please call me.*

Pammy was very interested. Brad was a senior now and MVP of last years* football team.

Although he had fawned over her at every chance she had mostly ignored him since

their prom date.

She had caught him leering at her bouncy bottom as she walked about her school and,

while alll the boys did that, Brad would still scamper to fulfill her every whim whenever she

wanted.

Her recent experiences with  Brad,Yas and Jan had taught her some things.

First, she loved to be pampered and catered to as she always had been.

Second,  girls were hot, respectful and eager to please her.  That made her very wet.

Third, she loved to be in control.

Yas and Jan had awakened the Princess within her and she wondered how she would

fit a boy into her private realm.

Still, being Prom Queen was her destiny, something she deserved, and she was determined to have it on her terms.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                   

                                                                      Pammys Perfect Pink

                                                                       pt. 4

 

Jan led Pammy up the stairs.

Pammy noticed the movement of Jans* ass beneath her sheer red thong and felt her nipples become firm.

 

She then took the lead pulling her lover into her bedroom and spun her around saying,

*Kiss me Janny.*

Jan took Pammys* face between her palms and kissed her.

Her tongue danced about Pammys* pink lips then slid inside.

Pammy responded and soon the girls were sucking away at each others mouth.

 

Jan pulled away. *Pammy, I*ll understand if you likeYas better... I mean...*

 

The perky blonde looked into the moistend eyes of her very special friend and replied softly.

 

*No, Janny, mom was right.*

*Yas was my first girl and Brad was just kinda fun and maybe a way to be *prom queen.*

*You heped me on the team, Jan, and gave me such good cummys.*

*You were the best of all and you*re so special to me.

 

*Oh. Sweetie,* said Jan, *I do want you to be *prom  queen* but, even if you*re not,

you will always be my queen.*

She kissed her again with her tongue seeking deep within Pammys* mouth.

They parted and hugged with their young breasts pressed together.

 

The aroused blonde lifted her skirt and tickled the moist vee of her panties with a

sharp little nail.

*I really like your kisses, Jan, especially here.*

 

Her lover smiled, *Thought you would never ask baby.*

*Let*s get those off, ok?*

She knelt and slid Pammys panties to her feet

*Oh. Babe, are you ok? You*ve made a mess.*

 

Pammy giggled.

*I was thinking of you as I pooped and played with my kitty.*

*I just didn*t wipe.*

*It felt so naughty not to.*

 

Jan looked at the tight blonde pussy and then up into the angelic face.

Pammy had a wide grin with a fingernail lightly between her teeth.

Her dancing blue eyes and pink lips made an adorable sight.

 

*That was naughty, said Jan, but I*ll tell you a secret.*

*Special girls, like you, get to do all sorts of naughty things.*

 *Let*s take a shower and clean you up, ok?*

 

Jan tossed Pammys* soiled panties aside and the two girls entered the bathroom.

They showered together with caresses and kisses beneath the water.

Jan had Pammy turn around, took a lathered sponge to her bottom and wiped away all the poop.

They dryed each other with fluffy towels and returned to Pammys* bed.

 

They lay down and began to explore at their leisure.

Pammy really liked her lovers* larger titties and suckled with her pretty lips.

 

With her full nipples, nearly exploding, Jan stroked away at Pammys* bottom. 

After wetting her finger, in her own flowing sex, she slid a finger right into Pammys*

little rosebud anus.

 

*Ooo, Jan, that feels so good.*

*Can you do that and kiss my kitty puss?* asked Pammy.

 

*Sure baby, just relax, Janny is going to make her princess feel good.* said Jan as

her lips went to Pammys* nipples.

The sweet little buds grew beneath each swipe of her tongue until the pretty peaks

were full with arousal.

Jan kissed her way from tits to tummy and then into the sweet valley between Pammys*

thighs.

 

Dispite their earlier tryst this is the first time Jan has had a really good look.

Pammys* pink folds reminded her of a painting she had once seen by Georgia O*Keefe.

Here, however, was no dry painting but a real fragrant flower dripping with dew and honey.

She felt like a butterfly about to feast at a fountain of nectar.

 

She could see the pulse of the clit, still partly hidden, and was determined to bring it forth.

Jan licked along the sides of the glistening lips and kept her finger slowly busy in Pammys* tush.

Jan gradually got deeper with her finger then slid her tongue inside the warm cavern of Pammys* pussy.

Her long agile tongue licked all around the petals and slurped up all the nectar her princess gave her.

Her tongue moved upward and lapped at the receptive clit.

 

Pammy writhed sweetly on her lovers tongue and finger.

It was  so nice to feel Jans* finger in her bummy and the silken tongue that had now reached her *special spot*.

Her legs wrapped around Jan pulling her closer.

 

Pammys* movements inspired Jan further.

Her oral adoration lingered at Pammys bud then burrowed straight inside once again.

 

Jans* athletic tongue gave deep thrusts, languid licks and a targeted suck until Pammy

tightened her thighs.

She engulfed her lover between her legs, and sceamed.

*Now Janny. Ohh, Yes! Now Janny.*

 

Jan could barely hear from between Pammys* taut thighs but, even with the lust she

felt, almost giggled as she gatherd a few words from Pammys* incoherent rant.

 

*Oh, JANNY, that feels so good in my BUMMY, oh Janny, you give me such GOOD

CUMMYS, you really LOVE me sweetie, you even love my ASS.*

Pammys* climax was intense upon Jans* talented tongue and she just couldn*t help herself.

 

Jan felt the steady flow of Pammys* cream over her tongue and took it all.

It really was YUMMY and she wished she could add that to Pammys* orgasmic alliterations.

 

Her mouth, however, was much too busy.

She felt a spurt and then another, both very creamy, and forcing her to swallow quickly.

The next spurt was different. wetter, saltier, more tangy.

In her reverie of cumming Pammy had released a slight burst of pee.

 

This was not unexpected to Jan and she was eager to accomodate her lover.

Pammys* orgasms, or in her words *cummys,* were so pretty to Jan that she swallowed

the brief flow of pee instantly then gently cleaned the source of their mutual passion.

 

Jan enjoyed Pammys* cummy and found her own release as delicate toes played

with her yearning wetness. 

She drenched the spoiled teens* foot with her climax.

Jan moved up to kiss her young queen all about her breasts and face.

 

Though sweet lips did find their targets, sheer fatigue required that the girls had to finally say goodbye to the day. 

Pammy was quite exhausted and Jan just told her to turn on her tummy.

The devoted girl then gave Pammy a massage and kissed her bottom until they both fell asleep.

 

Both slept like a stone.

Jan awoke with Pammys* bottom as her pillow and, giving it a kiss, trotted off to the bathroom.

She returned to the bedroom and found Pammy, now on her back, snoring like an overdosed springbreak coed.

 

Jan snuggled back into bed, kissed each of Pammys* proud pink nipples and coxed the

sleeping nymph onto her side.

The snoring ceased and Jan cuddled her pretty treasure beneath the satin sheets.

.

The girls awoke again in late morning.

They kissed a little, showered, dressed and went downstairs.

 

Patricia and Yas were nowhere about so the girls made a breakfast of poptarts and coffee.

The caffine and sugar made them both quite giddy and Pammy suggested they go riding.

Pammys* first pony had sparked an interest in the equistrienne arts of both her and Patricia.

The stable was built and grew to contain nine sleek steeds with room for more.

 

Jan fit into some of Patricias* older jeans and boots but Pammys* outfit was the real deal

and she made Jan wait downstairs while she changed.

 

The stylish rider emerged in tight creamy johdpurs with a ruffled black blouse.

She wore riding boots and a jaunty cap.

She held two quirts and handed one to her partner.

*I doubt you will need this but it*s important to show who is in charge.* said Pammy.

 

Jan had to swallow hard and sit back down at the vision before her.

Pammy moved closer and tousled her hair.

*Come on, silly, it will be fun.*

 

Jan was new to riding but caught on quick.

After a gallop, aound the lake, the girls slowed their horses to a walk along the grassy trail.

They talked of their ride, school, and their upcoming games until small talk was exhausted.

 

They rode in silence until Pammy spoke.

*Janny, Did you really mean it?

 

*What, honey?* asked Jan.

 

*You said you wanted to belong to a girl like me. Do you, Janny? Do you really want to

be mine?*

*I know I*ve been pretty selfish when we*re together but you really seem to

like it*.

*Yas said she belonged to my mom and clearly loves her.*

*Could you be like that with me?*

*I love how Yas always calls her *Miss Patricia* and does everything she says.*

 

*I think Yas and Patricia are pretty together,* said Jan, *and I kinda like that you*re selfish,

somehow, it just makes it better for me.*

*Miss Pammy.*

 

Pammy smiled widely at hearing her new title come from Jans* lips.

She stopped her steed and looked directly at Jan.

Those deep brown eyes held no secrets.

Jan did love her and would do anything she asked.

Pammy felt a surge of confidence and power go through her, and something else,

a sense of responsibility for someone who could love her so much.

 

*Me too.* said Pammy. *Watch this.* 

Her quirt smacked her steed and she galloped away toward the stables.

 

Jan tried to keep up but could not pry her eyes from Pammys* bottom as it bounced

away above the saddle.

Her inattention caused her horse to slow and she bit her lower lip, in anticipation, as

he trotted toward his home.

 

 

Yas had awoke early and, after her own light breakfast, made tea and jellied muffins

for Patricia.

She was, again, in her red thong and heels as she returned to the bedroom with a tray

and knelt by the bed.

 

The sight of Miss Patricia, in disarray, was nearly orgasmic for her.

Her Ladys* hair spilled on the pillows and her white satin teddy covered only her tummy,

Her sleepy eyes fluttered open at the smell of tea and muffins.

 

*Oh, that*s perfect Yas. I think I have something for you as well.* said Patricia as she

spread her legs and sat higher in the bed.

 

Yas sat the tray on a bedside table and handed the steaming cup to her lady.

Patricia took a sip then pointed between her thighs.

*Slowly, darling, while I plan our day.*

 

Patricia enjoyed her breakfast and announced that she would like to go shopping.

Yas murmured her agreement as her tongue gently savored Miss Patricias* morning dew.

Sometime later, she heard the clatter of cup and saucer set aside and then a sensual voice.

 

*Deeper, darling. and just a bit more pressure as you lick.*

The girl complied and did her best.

She knew that Miss Patricia took great pleasure in her first climax of the day.

 

When the lovely lady clamped her thighs about her face and lunged at her questing tongue

she felt a great sense of pride.

Miss Patricia was cumming because of her,

Several sweet spurts of elegant nectar shot into her mouth.

Yas felt the electric jolt that began in her tongue, moved onward to her breasts, and then

deep within her.

Untouched, her orgasm became the exclaimation mark to that of her MIstress.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                   Pammys* Perfect Pink part 5

 

Jan enjoyed the slow ride back to the stables.

She loved  the gentle bump of the saddle beneath her as she thought of Pammys* words.

They echoed in her mind.

 

(*Did you really mean it Janny?*) 

(*I know I*ve been selfish but you seem to like it.*)

(*I love how Yas does everything she says,*)

(*Could you be like that with me,  be mine?*)

 

Jan knew she had easily answered *Yes* to everything but felt painfully shy as she finally dismounted and looked unsure of what to do.

 

Pammy had unsaddled her steed already and turned him into the field.

She reclined on the neatly stacked bales of hay.

 

*Just take off the tack and let him run,* said Pammy.

*The grooms will take care of them later.*

*We have lots of help.*

*We*re very wealthy, you know.*

 

Under Pammys* instruction, Jan removed the tack from her pony and smacked his rump as he headed to pasture.

 

The seated blonde watched her friend intently.

 

*You do everything so good Janny.*

*Come here and sit with me.*

*You rode really good for your first time.*

*I bet it felt good too.*

 

Jan took a seat and slouched onto the hay next to Pammy.

She slightly blushed and said, *Yea, it did feel really good.*

*I finally understand the mystique of *girls and horses.*

 

She giggled nervously and shoved her hands into her pockets.

 

*Give me a cigarette*, said Pammy.

 

Jan gave her a shocked and perplexed look.

 

Pammy is clearly vexed as she replys to the wideeyed girl.

*Don*t BS me, I know you go nowhere without them.*

Jan took the box from her pocket and handed it to Pammy.

 

*I want to see what it*s like* was her cool reply.

*Mom smokes and, even though she pissed me off, I still admire her.*

Pammy took one from the box and handed it back to Jan.

*Show me how it*s done.*

 

Jan lit up with a gentle inhalation.

It felt good to her but she wanted to be a good teacher.

*The first time is kind of a rush.* she said.

*It makes you tingle.*

*Just sip at it and see what you think.*

 

Pammy puckered her lips around her cigarette as Jan lit it for her.

Though foreign, at first, it did give her a tingle and made her feel mature.

She reclined further and crossed her legs.

 

*You know, Janny, everyone thinks I am a virgin but I*m not.*

*Even mom doesn*t know.*

 

Very interested, Jan turned toward her.

*How, P.. er Miss Pammy, I had no idea.*

 

Pammy took a little puff of her smoke and gestured toward the stall behind her.

 

*Blaze did it.*

*I always liked sliding around on his saddle but one time we took a few jumps

and I hit the pommel.*

*It hurt a little, at first, but then I felt calm.*

*I knew someting was different as Blaze slowed to a trot and snorted.*

*I think he smelled me and pranced about, almost prideful, as I gathered my senses.* 

*My jodhs were ruined so I just threw them away.*

*I have so many that nobody noticed.*

*Tell me, Jan, how did it happen with you?*

 

Jan took a deep drag of her cigarette while collecting her thoughts.

 

*Nothing so romantic,* she laughed.

*It was just a boy I went with before I knew who I was.*

 

She halted, went almost stiff, and then took a deep breath as she

took Pammys* hand into her own.

Her confession, between sighs and tears, really touched her young mistress.

 

*It hurt and I was just glad when it was over.*

*He was angry that I had bled and called me vile names.*

*I tugged on my clothes and fisted him hard in the mouth.*

*I walked home that night while he tried to stop the bleeding from his face.*

 

*It was nothing compared to the pleasure I later felt with girls.*

It hasn*t been easy but, when I met you, it was all worthwhile.*

*Being with you has been a dream come true.*

*I get such joy from bringing you pleasure.*

*I*m in love with you.*

 

This was almost too much.

Pammy tingled throughout her body as she realized the situation.

Jan was going to propose to her.

It would not be in the traditional sense.

The doe eyed girl would go to her knees and her face would lift hopefully.

The talented athlete, in jeans and boots, would offer herself completely and....

then what?

 

Pammy smoked in contemplation.

What had her mother said?

(Will you love her as well and what about the boy?)

 

It was so clear now.

She did love Jan deeply but she had loved Yas too.

That day, at poolside, had awakened her to the pleasure of girls.

 

Surprisingly, she even felt some love for Brad.

She had treated him badly but he always came back.

She smiled in rememberance of his puppy ways as he tried to please her. 

 

Pammy dropped her cigarette and crushed it with her boot.

Standing, she held her hand to Jan.

*Let*s go to my room.*

*Riding makes me feel like having cummys and I have a favor to ask of you.*

 

Jan crushed her own cigarette and was all smiles as she was led toward the house.

 

 

Miss Patricia had dressed in an elegant black pantsuit with a white satin blouse that

flowed loosley over her braless breasts.

She selected a pearl necklace and teardrop pearl earrings as accessories.

Her outfit was completed by strappy black four inch heels.

 

She had sent Yas home to change and told her what to wear for their shopping trip.

Within the hour her doobell rang and her girl stood before her.

Patricia was impressed.

 

Yas wore a short white skirt and brief top that exposed her tummy.

The top was pink with gold letters that spelled, GIRL.

Her pink pumps were accented by white ankle socks decorated with pink flowers.

She pranced shyly in the doorway until her mistress pulled her inside.

 

The well dressed woman kissed the girl so hard that Yas felt her thin panties might melt.

Lipstick had to be replaced but after that they were speeding toward the finest boutiques

in town.

 

Patricia spent lavishly on heels and lingerie for them both.

She also bought cute girly outfits for Yas and expensive silken designs for herself.

The pair enjoyed each others company and caught much attention they as scanned the shops.

 

Their day was completed with a late lunch at one of Patricias* private clubs.

Here, they could dine in seclusion and neither waiter nor waitress would be surprised

by an exposed breast nor of a lady suddenly dining alone while pink heels extended

from beneath the tables* curtain.

 

Arriving home, Yas set about refreshing the bedroom.

She changed the sheets, dealt with the mornings debris and lit scented candles. 

Having finished her work she knelt before her languid lady who had enjoyed a brandy

while her girl was busy upstairs.

 

No words were needed as their eyes agreed.

It was definantly time for bed.

They tickled each other up the stairs exciting themselves further.

 

Patricia stopped outside Pammys* room and placed a finger to her lips quieting Yas.

Both listened through the door.

What they heard made them giggle and they raced into Patricias* bedroom exchanging

kisses. 

 

Back in her room Pammy struggled out of her tight jodhpurs.

Jan had an easier time with her jeans and offered to help

.

*Sit on the bed while I peel these off of you*.

 

Frustrated by her own efforts Pammy sat down and pouted.

*I*m not a bannana, you know.*

 

Jan knelt before her and laughed.

*No, you*re not, but I bet there*s a lucious peach awaiting me once I get these off.*

*Right, Miss Pammy?*

 

Pammy sighed in contentment as she felt her feet slip free and spread her legs.

*Oh, yes Janny, peaches and cream for you all night.*

*Lick my kitty. She really wants to purrr.*

 

She felt strong arms lift her legs and hands that urged her bottom forward.

There were kisses, long languid licks, deep thrusts and targeted sucks until she

could think of nothing but the loving mouth and silken touches that Jan provided.

Her devoted girl used all her talents and the cream of Pammys* peach seemed endless.

 

The sweet pink lips and elusive clit kept Jans* tongue very active until she tasted the result

of her lovers* climax.

She savored every drop.

 

The flavor in her mouth and the tingle between her legs was enough.

Her moment came at the same time as her lovers* peach gushed.

She flooded Pammys* toes and feet and offered to clean up everything.

 

However, her newfound goddess had other plans and urged her adoring worshipper

higher in the bed.

 

*Mmmm, that would feel nice but I want you here.*

*I want to kiss your titties, then you can kiss mine, ok?*

 

Pammy straddled her and kissed each puffy nipple.

She made love to Jans* full breasts and felt her passion grow.

 

*You*re my girl, Jan, you belong to me now.*

 

Beneath her Jan replied

*Oh yes, Miss Pammy,*

*Am I truly yours?*

 

The girl on top swept away her tousled mane of blonde hair.

Her fingers flowed through her golden locks until they fell gently on her back.

She preened astride her submissive lover and gently tweaked her own nipples.

 

*Well, let*s see,* she said.

*Put out your tongue and keep it strong for me.*

 

She edged slowly upwards and settled herself on the face beneath her.

Her much used *teddy* still sat on the corner of her bed and she batted him to the floor.

 

Finding the right fit she leaned forward until she was fully prone.

Her tight bum rose and fell as she urged Jans* tongue deeper within her.

The tongue remained hard and with gentle and then furious undulations Pammy relased

her passion. 

 

Jan loved being used like this and kept her tongue strong.

She stroked the muscular cheeks above her and, as her mouth was flooded,, felt

another orgasm begin.

 

It was a lovely consummation as the pleaser and the pleased had both got what

they wanted.

 

Finally sated, the girls cuddled in for sleep.

Pammy kissed her friend, now her girl, and whispered.

 

*Janny, you*re the best but, about that favor, I want you to get a prom date.*

*I*ll make Brad take me but I want you with me.*

*That means you will need a date.*

 *A boy, but just for the dance.*

 

Jan had signed off on boys long ago but as Pammys* nipple grazed her lips she

surrendered.

*Yes Miss Pammy* said Jan as her lips went to work.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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                                                     Pammys* Perfect Pink

                                                                   pt. 6

 

Jan didn*t usually wear *girly clothes.*

She preferred jeans and boots or shorts and tennies.

 

All the team girls liked and respected her. 

Some, by now, knew of her preference for girls and would have thought

she was a predatory *butch* girl by her dress.

 

Most others kept their distance but a few would flirt with her.

When she did not respond they would sulk away, feeling rebuffed, not knowing that Jan

was in love. 

No one knew of her total adoration of Pammy.

 

One or two of her hopeful suitors had really tempted her but she was determined

to please her spoiled goddess at least one more time.

 

Highschool was coming to an end and college awaited.

After the prom and graduation everyone would go their own way.

She might never see Pammy again and wanted to be there for her even if it meant

dateing a boy.

 

She got advice from Pammy and Patricia on means of seducing a boy but knew her

greatest source of wisdom was her parents.

 

Jans* parents were not as wealthy as Pammys* but they did very well.

Her father was a consumer attorney and her mother a skilled photographer.

They were eclectic and quite bohemian in their lifestyle.

They allowed their daughter full rein and often exchanged smiles and winks

as she talked about the *girlfriend* she spent so much time with.

 

Monica was surprised when her daughter began to pick her brain about how to seduce

a guy into taking her to the prom.

 

*Does this have something to do with your *little girlfriend?* she asked.

 

*Well, she*s my friend and going to be prom queen.* said Jan.

*I need a date so I can be with her.*

 

*Don*t you mean (Be with her)?* asked her mother.

*Darling, I know you like girls and, sometimes, so do I.*

*I*ve seen the blush in your face as you talk about her.*

*You*re clearly in love or, at least, deeply infatuated.*

*Pleasing her is naturally important to you but you must please yourself as well.*

*Choosing the right boy is what will make this a special night for all of you.*

 

Her father had returned from jogging and heard the exchange as he slugged down

Gatorade in the kitchen.

 

Jans* dad was kind and smart and, well, just plain goofy.

He entered and pulled up a song on the CD player.

He put a towel in his shorts so it looked like a skirt and mimed the song.

 

(*I know what boys like, I know what guys want.)

It was an old song from the eighties by *The Waitresses*

 

He danced about until everyone was laughing hysterically.

They all hugged as he fell back on the sofa between his wife and daughter.

 

*I think we need some *girl time* said Monica between her giggles.

Her husband took her hand and kissed it before exiting the room.

 

*Your father loves that song* she said to Jan.

*It was playing when we met.*

*I teased him terribly but he loved it and always came back for more.*

*I liked it.*

* Having him beg and drool for my favors is still quite a turn on.*

*Seducing a boy is easy.*

*It*s just another form of fishing.*

*Decide what you want and then set the bait.*

*You have some nice clothes, you know, you just rarely wear them.*

*Let*s fit you out. You*re prettier than you know.*

 

Throughout the evening Jan tried on several outfits at Monicas* direction.

A chilled bottle of white wine kept the mood light and fun.

Monica dressed in an outfit she had kept for years but could still wear with

aplomb and instructed her daughter in the art of tease and seduction.

 

There was only one boy Jan actually liked and that was her computer lab partner.

Robbie was a little geeky, but really smart, and guided her through the class very well.

He was very polite and she would often catch him looking at her as though he were

gazeing into the sun.

He brought her coffee for their eight o*clock class and she thought he was kind

of cute, for a boy.

With her other interests it had never really dawned on her that he was totally

besotted with her until Pammy asked her to get a date for the prom.

Considering her preferences she decided to do a total feminine bitzkrieg on Robbie.

 

On a lovely Sunday afternoon Jan seated herself on a bench outside the library.

It was all so new to her.

She felt the gentle wind beneath her short pleated skirt and the silken kiss of her blouse on

her nipples as she moved.

Her ivory breasts were half on display as though yearning for attention.

The four inch ankle boots had felt strange, at first, but as she walked in them she sensed

the power in her athletic legs and knew those spikes could do serious damage whenever

she wished.

 

Robbie came out right on cue.

He spent every Sunday at the library and, even with a lingering glance, did not recognize

the seated beauty as he walked past.

His eyes were caught by her swinging boot and expansive legs but, with only a glance,

he continued down the path until he heard a familiar voice.

 

*Robbie, could you help me?*

 

Turning, he looked at the legs again and then into the eyes of the girl who spoke.

*Jan?* *I didn*t know it was you.*

*Wow, you look incr.. fant.. so beaut.. *I*m sorry.*

 

Jan had to giggle at his obvious discomfort.

*Hi Robbie, I*ve dropped my lighter could you find it for me?*

*I think it*s under the bench.*

*I really can*t go crawling around dressed like this.*

She uncrossed her legs and flashed a smile.

 

Robbies* saucer eyes and gaping mouth looked so cute as he went to his knees

and looked beneath the bench. His long blond hair tickled her thigh on his descent.

Once he was down Jan opened her legs and held them quite wide.

Robbie found the lighter and rose to find himself now between her legs and staring

at her satin covered pussy.

 

Jan leaned forward with her cigarette poised at her lips.

She reclined a bit further on the bench keeping her legs wide as she spoke.

*Light it for me. I*m dying for a smoke.*

.

Robbie flicked the lighter as his eyes lifted from her satin crotch to her full lips.

He was awed as she puckered, gently inhaled and captured him with her soulfull

glance.

*Thank you, Robbie, would you like to sit next to me or has someting caught your eye?*

 

While the kneeling youth was visually entranced there was also an intriguing fragrance

from beneath Jans* skirt that kept him on his knees while she crossed her legs.

 

Jan noted the bulge in his trousers and knew it was his prick.

The very thing that had assaulted her so long ago was now at her feet.

She couldn*t resist and prodded it with the sharp toe of her boot.

Robbie gasped and a small stain appeared on the leg of his new trousers.

Rather than pulling away he thrust again at her booted foot.

 

This was a revelation to Jan.

Pricks were not only an instrument of insult but could be toys as well.

She enjoyed her position in this relationship

She relished the moment as she calmly smoked and considered her choices.

 

*Sit by me Robbie, you*re starting to look really silly down there.*

 

Robbie gained his feet with some effort as his full erection refused to bend and

gingerly sat down. There was further conversation but the die had been cast and Jan

knew her *prom date* was secure. Pammy would be proud.

*Walk me home*, said Jan.

 

For Pammy planning was not so important. She dressed in her usual manner, hot.

Her short tight skirt and lacey peasant top that exposed her tummy would do nicely.

Her three inch sandles would ensure that she was at least as tall as Brad.

She waited outside his final class of the day until he emerged.

Casually walking beside him she took his hand.

 

*Brad,I need to talk with you.* 

*Come with me, I promise you will like it.*

 

She led him out the back door of the school and pressed him against the wall.

Instantly her deft fingers had his zipper down and his half hard prick exposed.

Her lacquered nails trailed over his growing erection until he was at a full stand.

Pammy leaned in for a deep kiss while keeping a firm grip on Brads* erection.

Breaking the kiss she smiled then frowned as she noted the flow of precum

at the tip of Brads* prick.

 

*Brad, I wanted you to be my date for the prom, but if you can*t control yourself

then I*ll find someone else.*

 

I*m sorry. Pammy, I didn*t expect to see you.* said Brad.

 

*You know the rules* she said.

She ficked a finger over the tip of Brads* prick and held it to his lips.

*Kiss, kiss* she said.

*Good boys don*t make a mess now do they?*

*At least not if they want be my prom date*

Brad llicked the tip of Pammys* finger and became even harder in her hand.

 

With a gentle stroke, she said, *Brad, I want you to wear a pink tux for our date.*

*It will match my dress and make us look like a real couple.*

*Would you do that for me*?

 

Her silkey hand continued to entrance the boy until he surrendered.

*Please, Pammy.*

*Anything you want, but I*m bursting for you!*

 

*That*s nice, Brad, but I don*t want my skirt soiled.*

*Do it on your knees, please, with your hand and be carefull of my shoes, they*re

very expensive.*

*I have a surprise for you Brad, no panties.*

 

With a final flick of her nail on the tip of his penis Brad went to his knees and

Pammy lifted her skirt.

 

The neatly trimmed golden purse and the sweet pink treasures within overwhealmed

the boy.

As soon as he saw it he began to kiss her thighs and with a single kiss of her pouting

sex his hand moved faster. He was ready to explode and did.

He sprayed the cruel concrete as his tongue sought Pammys* moisture.

Only a single drop of his lust landed on the vamp of Pammys* heel just above her

painted toes.

 

She regarded it for a moment and decided it was quite fashionable.  A single pearl

just above her toes would look great.  She engaged the questing tongue until a

pretty glow of satisfaction crossed her face.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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                                                                        Pammy  #  7

 

Pammy called Jan later that night and told her how she had dealt with Brad.

"It went perfect, Jan," she said.

"He licked my peach so nice and spunked right there in the parking lot."

"Can you believe it?"

She also explained how Brads' 'accident' had given her great ideas for her prom outfit.

"How did it go with Robbie?"

 

"Mmm ok,* said Jan in a languid voice, "but he still has work to do."

"We both need to relax for now, Pammy, quarter finals are this week you know.*

"Goodnight sweetie, I'm hanging up now."

 

Pammy was stunned that anyone would hang up on her especially Jan.

She wandered toward her bedroom and paused at her parents bedroom door.

 

She heard her mother speak. "I love you Jason, we have had a good life together."

"Not *normal* but good for both of us."

"We have a beautiful daughter and more wealth than we can ever spend."

"She will leave us soon and we will be totally free to persue our desires."

 

"You have your Mistress in Vancouver and I think I am in love with Yas."

"I can*t be as harsh as you want and you can never be my devoted girl."

 

There was silence and then she heard her fathers' voice.

"I hope I have enhanced your life, Patrica."

"I urged you to control me and you did so to our advantage."

"I am so proud of you and Pammy."

"I couldn*t deny you anything."

 

"Fifty//fifty is fine", said Patricia, "but your desire for 24/7 slavery is beyond my interests."

"I*m going to unlock your chastity now but, once I relock you, I will post the key to your

new Mistress,*

"Now, on our last night together, we can do whatever you want."

 

There was silence and as the curious girl  listened at the door she could not know that her mother

had made a seductive display of removing the chastity key from her bodice.

 

With her lacy covered breasts thrust forward Patricia dangled the key in the face of

her soon to be ex-husband.

"Well?" she asked, "What is your wish'?

 

"Just like the first time", said Jason, "but, this time, with the boots and quirt I brought you

from Spain."

 

"You're a  loveable pervert."  

"I just hope she doesn*t hurt you too badly", laughed Patricia.

"Now, on your knees and fetch the toys,"

 

Pammy understood that her parents would 'play' most of the night.

She padded to her bedroom and artfully rolled a tight little cigarette of her best herb.

*The L Word* was on tv so she giggled at the antics of those pseudo lexbians while

she tickled her peach until ready for sleep.

 

Robbie had walked and sometimes followed Jan back to her house.

Her long strides were difficult to match.

Once inside Jan found a note that her mom and dad were at the casino.

This always meant she would not see them until tomorow evening.

 

She poured some wine and led Robbie to the den.

Seating herself on the plush sofa she continued to tease her devoted friend.

 

"You were so cute today, Robbie, crawling to look for my lighter and then looking

right up my skirt."

"Did you like that?"

 

Robbie nearly choked on his wine and set his glass aside with a gasping "Yes,

I*ve always thought you were so pretty but..."

With that he lost his voice and stared at the floor but the direction of his gaze

convinced Jan that he was also looking at her feet.

 

"Don*t be shy, Robbie, I have my lighter now but you can still look under my skrt if

you want."  "Take another good long drink then look as long as you like."

 

Jan fired a cigarette and reclined into the corner of the sofa. She lifted one leg onto

the seat leaving the other on the floor.  Her short skirt was no match for her long legs

and her mesmerized school buddy sank to his knees.

 

By the time Pammy called Robbie had kissed and licked his way along Jans' legs from ankle

to thigh and was gently lapping at her moist panties.

The call had distracted her from this new pleasure and she was anxious to feel more.

She had cut the call short.

She knew Pammy would not be happy but, 'what the hell', this felt good.

She pulled aside her panty and allowed his thirsty tongue to savor her nectar.

Robbies tongue went deeper.  He adored Jan and this was his chance to prove it.

 

Jan thrust her pelvis forward until she could feel herself gushing and Robbies' persistent

sucking  urged her on until she felt her body quiver.

She grabbed the boys' head and held his mouth tight to her as she released her creamy passion.

Her climax was intense and as she relaxed she felt a gentle trickle of pee follow her

sex nectar into his active mouth.

Jan tweaked her nipples and swooned for a moment in sweet afterglow.

 

She opened her eyes to see Robbies' glazed face and slack tongue as he panted

between her legs. She noted that her thighs were completely dry.

Robbie had consumed all of her orgasmic effluence and apparently enjoyed it.

The bulge in his khakies and the large wet spot around the zipper was proof of that.

 

'"Let me see it", she said.

"Show me your prick, Robbie."

 

As he unzipped and displayed his aroused and moist penis Jan used her free leg

to sweep a low footstool to the center of the sofa.

"Put it there, she said, I want a really good look."

Although a shy nerd on the surface Robbie was able to lay an anxious seven inch

cock at Jans' feet.

 

She rested her boot on the stool and tapped her toe on his extended member

watching it jump and leak at her touch.  She pressed harder causing the boy to

moan and look deeply into her eyes.

 

"Do you want me to stop?," she asked.

"No please don't",  he said.

 

"Does it hurt?"

 

"A little, but it*s nice too, you look so beautiful up there."

"Did I make you feel good, Jan?"

 

Jan did feel good. She did love girls and it had never bothered her that Pammy

had never went down on her while she had serviced her pretty lover without reserve.

Robbies' ardent tongue, however, had awakened her to other options.

 

She poised her petite boot above Robbies' swollen prick as her mind raced.

There was an aspect of revenge for the painful loss of her virginity and yet an appreciation

for the lust she could inspire and for Robbies' loving tongue as she began to massage his penis

with her booted foot.

 

Roughly then softly and roughly again she coaxed the kneeling boy to cum and, once he had spent,

invited him to llie beside her.

She coyly opened her blouse and allowed him to kiss and suckle her breasts deep into

the night.

 

Pammy awoke earlier than usual and went downstairs.  Her parents were seated at the

breakfast bar.

"Good morning darling," said her father. "Would you like some breakfast?"

 

"Just coffee," said his daughter.

 

Patricia fussed with her napkin then reached for Pammys* hand.

"Honey, we need to talk."

"Things are going to change."

"After today your father and I wont be living together."

 

*I know, said Pammy, it*s not a great surprise." " I have heard and seen a lot."

"Yas adores mom and mom loves her."

"She's a sweet girl, and talented too, right mom?", she asked with a wicked grin.

"Dad, once you*re settled I would like to meet your naughty lady as well."

Having brought both her parents to the verge of blushing the skillful girl pressed

her advantage.

"I love you both but I bet neither of you knew I was already accepted at Princeton."

"I*m ready to be on my own now."

"With your financial support of course."

 

"That*s wonderful baby, said her dad, don*t worry, you*ll get everything you need."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                         Pammys* Perfect Pink

                                                                      Part  8

 

Pammy kissed her father goodbye as he left on his mysterious journey of submission to some unknown

woman in Canada.

Her mother kissed him too and caressed his cheek but as soon as he was out the door

she called Yas.

 

"Yas? Say goodbye to that apartment, darliing, and pack your things."

"Starting today, you will live here with me."

*Early tomorrow?"  *That sounds lovely and, darling, keep your lips moist.*

Hanging up she took Pammys* hand and addressed her daughter.

 

"I still love him you know and I love Yas too but most of all I love you."

Her mothers* words echoed her own thoughts perfectly.

 

Mother and daughter hugged tightly then went their separate ways.

 

Pammy drove to school and delighted in the party atmosphere.

Only a few students were still sweating finals.

Most already had their scholarships and acceptance to college and were dancing in the

halls.

Pammy shook her booty as she walked in time with the music to cheers and applause.

The only challenges that awaited was her appearance at the prom and the teams'

chance to advance to the championship game.

Dispite her elation the next week was strange.

She rarely caught a glimpse of Jan except at paractice.

As team leader Jan was all business pushing the girls to do their best.

She berated them for missing shots or being too slow and would always leave

the field before everyone else while coach drilled the team on basics.

 

Pammy shrughed it off as athletic focus and Jan not wanting to clutter her mind.

She kept Brad in tow by inviting him to her car for a quick handjob or longer sessions

of peach licking between classes.

 

The team had to bus to Springfield for their next game but both Pammy and Jan

seemed more into their I-pods than talking with each other or to the team.

The game was a debacle and they lost seven to two.

 

As rhe sweaty girls sat about the locker room their coach was direct.

"We really had a chance girls but our two best players let us down."

"Jan, I*ve seen how you can command a field but today you should just as

well stayed home."

"Pam, I have never seen a more sluggish performance."

"Are you on drugs?"

"I don*t know what's up with you two but I want you to sit together in the back and

resolve your issues. It*s too late for the team but it might not be too late for your

friendship and your lives."

 

Reluctantly they sat together in the back of the bus.

They were well into the trip home and all the girls upfront were sleeping before Pammy finally spoke.

"I"m sorry, Jan, I was just lazy I guess."

 

The dark haired girl removed her earpiece and responded. "I*m sorry too."

"I couldn*t concentrate."

"You have been all I thought about for so long but things have changed."

 

*Is it about Robbie"?

 

"Well, partly, said Jan, but I have an athletic schorlarship to Northwest and you*re

going to Princeton."

"It can*t continue between us but I don*t regret anything."

 

"I*ve been such a bitch," said Pammy.

"Please, let me make it up to you."

She kissed Jans* ear then worked across her face to her mouth.

She kissed  her friend  deeply and Pammys* nimble fingers soon had her lovers'

blouse undone.

She fillled her mouth with breast flesh and hard nipples but was far from finished.

She slid her hand beneath Jans' skirt and felt a very moist panty.

"I*ve always loved your titties, Jan, but I owe you more than that."

She went to her knees and tugged at the sodden panty of her very best friend.

 

"Lift your ass bitch," she said.

 

Jan did and retorted. "Let*s see what you got slut."

 

What Pammy had was a very soft and loving tongue that did what had felt so good

to her.  She laved Jans* labia and tickled the clit with the tip of her tongue until she felt

those strong thighs squeeze her face into an open mouthed pucker. She lapped away

as Jannys' cream filled her mouth followed by a tarty appertif but she didn*t give up until

the thighs relaxed.. She pulled away only to feel her face sprayed with another burst of

Jans' pee.

 

As she gasped and struggled to regain her feet she felt strong hands help her up

into the seat.

*Hey, 'pissy face,' are you ok?* laughed Jan.

 

Pammy wiped her eyes and coughed. "Yea, I*m just fine but don't forget who had

the "pissy face" first".

Jan didn*t hesitate. She held Pammys' face with her palms and kissed her hard.

"I loved you, and I guess I still do, so please let's not disrespect that."

"I never will,.said Pammy, I love you too."

 

They looked into each others eyes for a long time until neither could restrain their giggles.and tears.

As if on cue each raised a hand and reached for her friend.

Their fingers entwined and their palms touched.

 

"BFF?"', asked Jan,

"Best friends forever", said Pammy.

 

They cuddled together in the darkened space for the long ride home.

Jan settled into the corner and Pammy reclined into her arms.

Jan told Pam all about Robbie as she stroked her friends' moist panties from behind.

The formerly haughty little blonde wiggled shamelessly on her friends strong fingers

and thrust her hips in ecstasy as moist kisses covered her neck.

 

They shared their ideas for the prom and conspired to escape their 'boy toys'

and slip away for some fun and a final tryst after the dance.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

                                                               Pammys' Perfect Pink # 9  

 

Patricia stood upon the upper balcony of her lovely home and enjoyed the expanse

of greenery that lay before her.

She could see the morning sun glint off the lake, her lake. between the trees.

The wild growth in the meadow began to move in languid waves.

 

Her profitable but unsatisfying relationship with Jason was over and she felt fully free.

Patricia believed in fate.or, as she called it, 'kismet'.

On the very day her husband had left her daughter was on a bus to Springfield and, her sweet girl,

Yas. was moving in.

 

Clouds built in the west and she opened her robe to feel the wind.

There was lightening in the distance and rain would come soon but still she stood.

She let her robe fly off her back holding it only with her arms.

Her long hair whipped about her face until she simply shook her head letting her blonde tresses flow behind along with her gown.

She spread her arms and embraced the moment as she felt the first few drops of cold rain hit her.

Wind driven slivers of water pelted her nude form hardening her breasts and tightening her tummy.

She felt like a newborn goddess as the tumult of nature flailed about her.

It was a beautiful metaphor and she savored the feeling.

 

Eventually the harsh reality of the storm caused her to gather her robe and return to the warmth of her home.

She dried, changed into a sleek black pyjama, and slid her feet into comfortable mules.

She was halfway down the stairs before she heard the persistant ringing ot the bell.

 

There, outside her sliding glass doors, stood Yas.

The vision was precious.

The poor girl was drenched.

Her hair was soaked to her face and she held a small canvas bag.

A larger one sat beside her as she had needed a free hand to ring the bell.

Her eyes looked expectantly into the reflective glass.

 

Patricia knew the girl couldn't see her but the keen minx had surely heard the click of her heels on marble tile.

She caressed herself for a moment as she looked through the glass.

She licked her lips and slowly flared her top leaving her cleavage

on display with the hint that a nipple might appear at any moment.

Opening the door she held out a hand and ushered Yas inside.

 

"Sweet girl, you're nearly drowned. Have you been waiting long?"

Between her sniffles, Yas replied.

"I arrived just as the storm began and have waited since then."

"The lightening scared me but I knew you would come."

"You promised."

The girl was still dripping and as much as she wanted to hug her Patricia refrained.

Instead, she took her hands and delivered a kiss of welcome.

"You*re safe now, darling. let's get you sorted out."

 

Together they tugged the larger bag inside and left it by the door.

Patricia brought tissues and wiped Yas' face then held some to her nose.

"Blow", she said. "Let's clear away those sniffles."

 

Embarassed, yet obedient, Yas filled the tissue and went to her knees.

She hugged Patricia at her ankles and began to kiss her feet.

The lady in sleek black PJs felt the ardent kisses and almost succumed to the

worship of her wet little waif but understood this was not the time.

Drawing on her new freedom and her inner goddess her voice became quite firm.

 

"Enough of your indulgence my naughty girl."

"Strip off those clothes and put them in the trash."

"You will not be needing them here."

"Once you are naked I expect you upstairs for a proper bath,"

With that the haughty woman turned and walked away leaving the shivering girl

kneeling behind her.

 

Patricia filled the large tub with warm water and added fragrant oils of lavender,

apple blossoms, menthol and, of course, jasmine.

The sumptuous bath was large and contained a cherry armoire as well as a sleek vanity.

Patricia moved the velvet coushioned chair, placed it near the bath, and took her seat.

When the naked girl entered she gave her specific instructions. The girl was to

bathe for twenty minutes and breathe deeply to clear away the unseemly sniffles.

A soft hiss could be heard as the elegant woman crossed her satin covered legs.

Her strategically undone top allowed a seductive peek-a-boo of her ivory breasts and taut pink nipples that were already on the rise.

These seemingly innocent events were actually quite contrived and had their desired

effect. Yas' ears perked up and her eyes darted to and fro seeking a fuller view of

the devine ladys' breasts.

Patricia noticed and tried to subdue a triumphant smile as she ordered her sweet

nymph into the tub. She opened a small container and displayed the contents. She

explained how they were to be used in a frank and graphic manner. She wanted her

lovely pet to be clean and fragrant inside as well as out.

 

As Yas settled into the tub she immediatly felt better and noted that each item had

a lable at its base. They were labled A and C.  Patricia struck a pose and fully opened her top allowing her full breasts into view.

She raised an eyebrow and  asked, "Any questions?: 

The answer was soft but audible. "No Mistress, I have no questions."

"Well, said Patricia, you should have." "What do expect to wear after your bath?"

The svelte lady stood and made a show of wriggling out of her PJ bottom and then,

clad only in her stockings and heels, spoke again.

"You will find a new outfit in the armoire but I'm afraid you've earned a spanking

for your impulsive actions and lack of foresight."  "Any questions?"

 

Yas stared wideeyed at her benefactor, her lover, her mistress and placed the 'C' item

beneath the water and began to insert it. "I think I understand, she said, I want to be a good girl for you."

 

Patricia turned her back and spread her bottom cheeks. Looking over her shoulder she asked, "can you be a very good girl and yet accept discipline if it makes me happy?"

 

Yas tried to speak but, before she could, Patricia was out the door leaving her alone.

The woman excited her so much. She washed slowly and thoroughly as she thought

of the wonderful lady that had taken her in and had left her with such a sweet vision of promises of what could be.

She was not sure about what was meant by 'discipline', but if brought her closer to Patricia it must be a good thing.

She inserted her cleansing douche and dreamed but did not succumb to the fantasy.

She then washed her hair and regarded the second item. It was slimmer than the first and its' intent was clear so she sank low into the water and lifted her legs.

This too was more arousing than she would have imagined as the sight of Patricias'

bare breasts and blatant bottom would not leave her mind.

She finished her cleansing and did feel very fresh.

Having dried both her body and hair she opened the armoire to find her new outfit.

 

Patricia reclined on her bed in a white satin teddy with a button crotch.  The top part

was lacey and barely held her full breasts from view. She was otherwise naked except for her white platform heels and, with ankles crossed, she admired how the shiney vamp reflected the light as her mind drifted to the image of her hand swatting Yas' perky bottom.

The idea had always enticed her but now it could be real.

She simply must find an excuse to spank her obedient girl.

She was sipping wine and enjoying one of her imported cigarettes as Yas finally

opened the bathroom door. Glancing at her watch she noted that the girl had taken

thirty-two minutes to prepare herself.

 

Yas nervously paranced in the doorway atop the prettiest heels she had ever worn.

They were of a delicate peach color and at least four inches high. She wore whispy

tap panties of the same color with loose legs but short enough to leave half of her

bottom cheeks exposed. Her top was a delicate item that was so sheer it might have

been made of cotton candy yet matched her shoes and panties perfectly.

Patricias' eyes narrowed as she took in the sight before her.  She extinguished her

cigarette and arose from the bed. With her stylish platforms she stood much taller

than Yas. 

Before speaking, she led the girl before a full mirror and asked her what she saw.

"I see us Miss", said Yas.

Patricia hugged her close and slipped a hand into the back of her panties.

"Of course it's us silly but don't you see what we really are?"

"You in your peachy little outfit and me in my creamy ensemble?"

"Does it not remind you of something?"

*A delicious dessert perhaps?"

 

Yas looked up at her beloved mistress and hoped her answer was correct.

"Miss, could it be... I mean are we like peaches and cream?"

Patricia was delighted and exclaimed. "Yes, my brilliant girl. That's exactly what

we are and do you know how such a lovely dessert is prepared?"

Now, into the spirit of the game, Yas nuzzled her way into Patricias' cleavage and

spoke directly to her heart. "Oh! Yes Miss, the cream covers the peaches and makes them sweet and of a flavor that would be pleasing to a lady, to a beautiful lady, like you."

 

Patricia grew moist and drew the girl to her. She kissed her hard and wondered if she could ever be sated of possesing the feline charms and agile mind of this delightful girl.

A promise is a promise and a threat is a threat but neither is worth anything unless

carried out. She led Yas to her bed and sat down but this time she kept her legs together and ordered her little peach over her creamy thighs.

With a slight pout Yas went to her knees then positioned herself over her Ladys' lap.

Her scant panties only enhanced the allure of her upturned bottom and Patricia slowly stroked it before reaching for her oak hairbrush. She delivered the first swat but the bouncy cheek sprang back in defiance so she landed another and several more after that.

She did not require a count of strokes as she found the concept quite cliche and

totally irrelevant to her desires. Instead, she delighted in the way the peachy pumps kicked away, not in effort to escape but, as though swimming through a sea of desire. 

 

Patricia swatted the lovley tan globes until they held the hue of a sunset and her slim

finger had felt the moistness in her supplicants panties.

Yes! This peach was very ripe and ready for her cream.

She had Yas lay on the bed and sat astride her. 'You were too long in the bath and you kissed my feet without permission.' 

"Those were reasons enough to spank you but there is another."

"Do you know what that is?"

Yas wriggled beneath her more from arousal than discomfort.

She raised her head and her sharp teeth snatched away the satin panel of her Ladys' teddy.

Her eyes blazed with a lust as great those of the woman astride her.

'Because it pleases you,' she said.

'You love to smack my naughty bottom and I can make it naughty whenever you

like." "I love being the peach as long as you are the cream."

With that, Patricia advanced and teased her little peach with her neatly trimmed pubic curls until her thighs held Yas' face tight to her very moist sex.

Her darlings' tongue was instantly there and with such a delicate touch all around  that she nearly swooned but then it was insistant and went deep inside and Patricias' hips began to move. The agile mouth kept pace with her every thrust. The lovely sucking, the gentle bites, the deep lapping and targeted flicks at her clit were impossible to resist.

The days"events and the skill of the girl beneath her had her at the edge.

She gripped the headboard and rocked her hips harder until she exploded in her beautiful moment.

The ladys' pent up passions were released in a steady flow of milky pussy cream that covered her little peach

Exhausted, she slid into the bed to catch her breath.

Vaguely, she felt Yas beside her and wondered if she had hurt the girl. She opened her eyes and was greeted by a moist and smiling face that began to cover her own with kisses.

 

"You were so beautiful", whispered Yas.

 

"Darling, I was afraid I'd hurt you, are you ok?"

 

"I'm fine Miss."  'I came, too, almost at the same time as you,"

She slipped Patricias' top from her breasts and began to lick them.

She slid lower in the bed and began to suckle gently at the glorious mounds.

Patricia fell asleep but would occasionally awake as she felt Yas' lips on her body.

Sleepily she would murmur, "Oh, my sweet girl."

The response was always the same. More kisses would rain on her followed by a lick

and suck and a very satisfied "Mmmm."

Neither slept that well but, still, it was a lovely night and tomorrow was another day.

 

Patricia awoke around noon, from a very sexy dream, and felt soft lips humming

away at her hard nipples. She had hardly opened her eyes before gentle kisses began

to cover her face. Regaining her senses. she saw Yas' full lips seeking out her own.

"Oh, baby, don't you ever stop?, she sighed.

Again, their tongues entwined.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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                                                                  Pammys' Perfect Pink

                                                                              Epilogue

 

Just  two days before the prom Pammy withdrew her name as a prom queen contestant..

It just didn*t seem so important anymore.

When the big night came she and Jan met to compare outfits and await the arrival of their dates.

 

Pammy had chosen a sleek dress of white satin that ended four inches above her knees.

There were gentle ruffles at the hem trimmed in pink.

She wore a tiara with faceted stones that reflected the light with a pink hue and suggested that everyone knew who really was "the queen".

Her heels were of a platform style with a clear plexy base and a vibrant pink vamp.

Her pompous shoes were adorned with delicate pearls all around and three on each shoe were shaped like casual drips that flowed toward her pretty toes,

They too were pink as was her purse and, her final accessory, her date.

Brad had felt so gay in his pink tux until he saw Pammy and felt his penis rise at the sight.

 

Jan was dressed in a black pencil style skirt that went to her calves. She wore a new pair of wicked little ankle boots with a black silken blouse that was open enough at the top to reveal the inner swell of her ivory breasts. A  pendant of blood red stone  lay between them.

Her crimson lips and nails offered another dramatic contrast to her pale skin.

At Jans' instruction Robbie was dressed all in white except for a single black rose in his lapel.

 

To say that the entrance of these two couples was striking would be an understatement. The crowd had parted in silence as they advanced to the front of the stage and began to dance. Throughout the night Jan and Pammy were surrounded by both boys and girls that  wanted to hit on them. admire their outfits or just be near them.

 

They left early, however, and settled into the limo. There was champagne on board which wasn't really legal but, when your parents have money, it's ok. They enjoyed their drinks and chatted about the prom.

 

After their second flute Pammy kicked things off by reaching for Brads' zipper and freeid his tumescent prick. Her sharp little nails soon had him at a full stand. She raised her dress and, guess what, there were no panties. She sat across his lap, guided him inside her, and began to moved up and down as she took her very first cock.  Her dress was well above her arse and Jan was loving the sight of Pammy fucking.

 

Jan already knew that Robbie was bigger than Brad but was sure she could handle it.

She placed her hand on the bulge in Robbies trousers as they viewed the erotic scene.

'Mmmm, That looks like fun Robbie."  "Are you hard for me yet?"

 

Robbie had been hard for Jan since he first saw her and eagerly displayed his tribute to her. Jan had to stand to slither her tight skirt above her hips. She turned her back to Robbie so she could still watch Pammy and, at her own pace,  lowered herself onto Robbies' cock.  Unlike her first time Jan did the fucking and actually enjoyed  it very much.  Both girls bounced until they felt  hot boy juice spurt within them.  Eventually, they dismounted from the now soft cocks and embraced.

They shared a deep kiss and touched each other shamlessly as the boys looked on in  awe.

Pammy surprised everyone with a final bottle sparkling wine.

 

They all managed to put themselves together and toasted with another glass of champagne.

Eventually the limo dropped the boys off at their homes and the girls spent the night in Jan' bed.

 

It was a short summer as both girls left early to attend their respective colleges.

Field hockey wasn''t such a big deal at Northwestern so Jan became a golfer and qualified for the LPGA in her third year.

Pammy studied business and journalism becoming the youngest editor ever for a trendy New York  womens' magazine.

Jan and Pammy swore they would meet again and both kept in touch with Yas and Patricia.

 

The lady and her eagerly submissive girl were inseperable and explored every naughty notion that came to their attention.

 

Jason would call his daughter from time to time but would often excuse himself saying that he had 'duties' to attend to.  Pammy would giggle as she imagined what those duties might be.

 

Authors note: Thanks to all who have read and/or responded. This was my first effort and I know there are many flaws. This story has been places I never planned so I thank you for your tolerance and wish you all success in your efforts to express your ideas. This is a great site to do so,