Bad Penny (23 page)

Susan paused and watched with a smile as I lifted my bottom off the bed and took down my pants, rucking my skirt up so that I could touch myself. We thought nothing of masturbating in front of each other and often did it side by side while we discussed our sexual fantasies. Now I wanted to do it slowly and easily while Susan told me about what she had done with Barbara.

‘Carry on,' I said. ‘I just want to play with myself while I listen.'

‘OK,' she said. ‘Well, what with exams and sports events and so on, nothing more happened that term, but I had been invited to visit her in the holidays and so we ended up together in Dorset. We talked about what we'd done in the term, but I don't think anything would have happened if we hadn't found this special place. As it was, we were out walking one day on the cliffs and came across a landslip which had made it possible to climb down to the sea. We meant to go down to the shore, but when we scrambled down we found a sort of bowl fifty feet or so below the cliff top, full of a gooey blue-grey mud and with a single huge rock more or less in the middle. It was the perfect place for a ritual, and we decided to go across. Getting there was obviously going to involve getting pretty muddy, so we stopped to take our shoes and socks off. I was wearing a dress, but Barbara had tight jeans on and so she had to take those off too, but she didn't stop there and I remember my rising feeling of excitement and uncertainty as she stripped.'

Susan paused, watching me masturbate with no attempt at hiding her interest. My pussy was soaking, and I put the damp middle finger into Susan's mouth to show her the effect she was having on me. She sucked and then smiled at me before continuing.

‘Barbara turned to me when she was naked and stretched, really luxuriously so that her boobs stuck out. She then began to tease me about being shy.

‘I knew exactly what she wanted and only hesitated an instant before pulling my dress over my head. I had always felt a bit skinny and immature next to her, without much in the way of boobs, and so had always been a bit behind in stripping, but then it didn't matter a bit and I couldn't get my bra and panties off fast enough. We splashed over to the big rock, getting our legs covered in the clay, which was a lot deeper than we'd imagined. Barbara then told me to lie on the rock.

‘I got up and lay down on my back, feeling a bit nervous because, even though the place was secluded, we were wide open to the sky. Anyway, Barbara started to draw patterns on my flesh, like those Celtic patterns you see sometimes in jewellery and things. She used the clay, which was cold and slimy but felt really nice, and I can remember my nipples poking up through it where she'd smeared it on my boobs. For quite a while she drew and chanted, her fingertips working in circles and arcs across my chest and tummy and legs.

‘What happened then is a bit hazy. I know I was really turned on, and didn't really understand my feelings. I suppose we were using the ritual to cover our desire for each other, giving us an excuse for what we knew was really dirty behaviour. Oh, we were close enough, and used to cuddle and things, but it was only during our rituals that we did anything that I'd think of as sex nowadays. Anyway, Barbara must have climbed up on the rock, because I remember her standing over me and holding her pussy-lips apart. I was a bit shocked; even though I'd kissed her bumhole before, there was something really blatant about the way she was standing there, squatting slightly, her pussy all pink and glistening in the sun, every detail visible.

‘Then she said something like, “I'm going to have to piss all over you”, or maybe, “You need me to piss all over you”, which just seemed so unladylike. Then a golden stream erupted from her pussy, catching me in between my boobs and splashing all over them and on my tummy and face. I closed my eyes tight, but there was an overwhelming urge to open my mouth so that she would pee in it. She was squirming her body from side to side, playing her stream over my tits and stomach in a rough cross shape. I felt the force of the pee begin to slacken and realised that it was now or never, so I lifted my head a bit and opened my mouth, my tongue pushed out a bit in a gesture of acceptance, feeling really dirty but desperate to have my mouth filled with her pee. I felt the stream splash on my neck, then on my chin, and I knew I was really going to do it as I leant forward another inch to catch it in my mouth. Then my mouth was filling with warm, salty pee, running over at the sides and dribbling down my cheeks. She wasn't very accurate, and it splashed all over my face, forcing me to keep my eyes tight shut all the time. I swallowed my mouthful.'

‘Say that bit again,' I interrupted as my orgasm started to hit me.

‘OK,' Susan giggled. ‘I swallowed my mouthful of pee and leant up for more. My eyes were shut, but I felt her hand take me around the back of my head and pull my face forward, then the wet, hairy flesh of her pussy was pushed against my mouth and I was given another mouthful. It went all over me, in my mouth, down my throat, over my face and in my hair until I was lying there in a pee-soaked mess and licking Barbara's pussy for all I was worth. I was playing with myself, too, and I remember swallowing a mouthful of Barbara's pee when I was actually orgasming.'

I sighed my appreciation of her story, my fingers still deep in my pussy after my orgasm. I had come while she was describing Barbara peeing in her mouth, a deliciously dirty act that appealed to me immensely.

‘The next thing I remember is lying there thinking what a display I'd made of myself,' Susan was saying, ‘but then Barbara was cuddling me and whispering things to me and it all seemed OK, too dirty to ever tell anyone, until now, but OK.'

‘That was great,' I sighed. ‘What happened after that?'

‘Well, I suppose it worked, really,' she said. ‘We did a few more rituals the next term, before it got too cold to play naked in the woods. She started going out with the boy she fancied, and if it wasn't the magic generated by the rituals that did it, I imagine that without them she'd never have gained the confidence in her sex appeal to flirt with him. Unfortunately, it got her expelled. She was giving him a blow-job in the swimming pool toilets when they were caught, the dirty little slut. Still, she's done pretty well for a girl thrown out of school in disgrace without finishing her exams.'

‘That's true,' I agreed. ‘Don't you want to come now?'

My tone was hopeful because, although I'd come, she had put me in a dirty mood. I was more than keen to play with her and her story had also reminded me of something else.

‘Do you remember Kate's wedding?' I asked.

‘Which one?' she replied.

‘The first, to Toby,' I said. ‘When you and I were bridesmaids.'

‘Sure; my mum had to spank you,' Susan giggled.

‘Do you know why?' I asked.

‘No,' she admitted, ‘but we could hear the smacks and you squealing in the garden. I thought it was really funny.'

‘Bitch,' I joked, but couldn't help the flush that had risen to my cheeks. I knew it had been audible in the garden and that a good two hundred and fifty people had known that I was getting a spanking. They didn't know why, though, nor that I'd been so turned on that I'd gone upstairs, locked myself in and brought myself to my first ever orgasm.

‘Go on, tell me, then,' Susan teased.

‘Toby was going to fuck me,' I told her, getting a wide-eyed look of surprise in return. ‘Your mum caught me with come all over my face because he wanted a suck first and came in my mouth. He'd pushed my face in the toilet bowl, too, and he was going to flush my head while he fucked me.'

‘The bastard!' Susan exclaimed in awe. ‘But no wonder Mummy spanked you.'

‘I'm afraid I enjoyed that too,' I admitted, ‘but look, do you want to come in the bathroom. We could do something really rude and I promise you a great orgasm.'

‘Do you want me to do that to you, to flush you?' she asked, bright-eyed and expectant.

‘Yes, please,' I answered.

‘Good,' she replied, ‘but I'm going to go one better and pee in the bowl first.'

She jumped up and ran into the bathroom, giggling. I followed, blushing scarlet but with a big smile on my face. In the bathroom Susan was already on the loo, with her T-shirt held up above her tummy and her knees wide apart.

‘Watch,' she said and, with all of the naughty, mischievous immodesty which I like so much, began to pee in the bowl.

I watched the stream of pale gold erupt from her pussy with mounting feelings of anticipation and of submissive pleasure. I got to my knees as her stream died to a trickle. She gave a little wiggle and then stood up, grinning maliciously down at me. I sighed and shut my eyes as she took me by the scruff of my neck and pulled me forward. My face was pushed down into the toilet bowl, right down until the tip of my nose was touching the water. I could smell her pee and the rich scent of pussy.

‘Drink some!' she ordered.

I lapped obediently, tasting her in the water, only to have my face pushed right into it.

‘A good mouthful, and swallow!' she demanded.

I obeyed, sucking up the dirty water until my mouth was full and then swallowing. Susan laughed and made noises of disgust and delight as I did it, then pulled my head back so that it was again just above the surface.

‘Now I'm going to do it, Penny!' she crowed and then I heard the chain rasp.

I heard the rush of water and then it spurted out from around the sides of the bowl, soaking my hair and face. Susan was laughing as the mixture of water and pee bubbled up around my face, in a state of absolute glee at my utter degradation. She held my face well down, ensuring that I got properly flushed and couldn't pull back. It was in my mouth and up my nose, my hair was soaked and the collar of my blouse was wet through. When it stopped, I was whimpering and snivelling in a state of submissive bliss. Susan let go but I kept my head down in the toilet bowl.

‘Beat me now,' I begged, raising my bottom for punishment.

‘Slut!' she exclaimed joyfully and, a moment later, brought the bath-brush down hard across my bottom.

She gave me three firm smacks and then stopped to pull my dress up and take down my panties. The sharp sting of the bath-brush on my bare flesh made me squeal, but she took no notice, laughing at me as my bottom bounced and jiggled under her slaps.

I was beaten well, ending up with a red, throbbing bottom and in a state of full-blown submissive ecstasy. I knelt back and began to strip, peeling my clothes off hurriedly until I was naked on the bathroom floor, red-bottomed and still with the taste of pee in my mouth.

We tumbled into the bath together, with Susan on top of me. Our mouths met and we shared a long kiss as my hands went around her back. I rolled my legs up and opened my thighs, so that her belly was against my pussy, firm and soft and girlish. She moved up, rubbing herself on me, spreading her pussy on to mine. I sighed as we came together, feeling her lips rub on my clit.

‘Piss on me, Penny,' she breathed as our mouths broke apart.

I obliged, squeezing my bladder until my pee sprayed out over her pussy. She gave a moan of contentment as I felt the warm liquid trickle down between the cheeks of my bottom. I was lying in a pool of it as Susan began to rub more urgently, wriggling her slim hips from side to side. My mouth opened under hers once more as she started to come, squirming her body against mine for all she was worth. I held her tight as she climaxed, only stopping when her body began to go limp in my arms.

I slid my arms down between our wet bodies and once more began to masturbate, Susan sitting up to make it easier for me. I felt completely soiled, lying in a bath of my own pee with the taste of hers in my mouth. She'd flushed my head in the lavatory and then beaten me, giving me one of my very best submissive highs. Now she was watching me masturbate with her face set in a mischievous, impish grin. I locked eyes with hers as I felt my second orgasm approaching, watching her lick her lips. Then she knelt up, opening her pussy in front of me.

‘I'm going to piss on your cunt when you come, Penny,' she said quietly.

‘Yes, please,' I begged and, even as I said it, my climax hit me.

Her mouth opened as she squeezed, and a jet of pale golden pee erupted from her pussy to splash on mine. It was running down my finger, warm and wet, filling my vagina and trickling down to my anus. I screamed with the pleasure of it, calling out her name even as she leant forward to embrace me.

We lay together for quite a while, neither of us speaking but bonded by the delicious intimacy of having done something really dirty together. Only when it started to get cold did I reach back and turn the taps on to bathe our soiled bodies in warm water.

14

Like a Red Rag

I'd lost. I dropped my cards on the table and slumped back into my chair in horrified disbelief mixed with a rapidly mounting thrill of anticipation. I looked at the ring of faces, now suddenly above my level: Vicky holding her winning hand and grinning smugly at my discomfort; Anderson, feigning concern but unable to conceal his delight; Amber, wearing an openly sadistic smirk.

I shrugged and reached for my glass, my lip trembling as the cool wine touched it. None of them said a word. I noticed the little bumps of Amber's nipples pushing out the material of her blouse. They hadn't been like that a moment before.

‘Well?' I finally demanded.

Vicky rose and beckoned the others. They left the room, Amber treating me to a wicked smile, Anderson giving me a final knowing glance over his shoulder as he pulled the door shut. I took another sip of wine. ‘To be used any way they choose by whoever they choose,' I'd said, out of money but confident in winning, much too confident.