The following is a complete work of fiction, involving female-female domination. None of the people in this story are based on any real person or real situation. This story may not be copied for any use other than intended by the author. Civil and kind comments may be sent to the author at kc453645@hotmail.com
No underwear 6
Time passed as I lived with Sarah and her mother Maria. My schedule had started to form into a nice little routine: Go to school, stay after for soccer practice or games, then come home for play with Maria's various friends, do my homework and hit the sack with Sarah.
Occasionally there were episodes at school where my not wearing underwear came up. One time I was in my guidance counselor's office and she took a phone call while speaking with me. She was playing with a pencil and it fell out of her hand onto the floor. She motioned for me to please pick it up, and I did. When I bent over, my short skirt flipped up and she could see my naked butt and the back of my bare pussy staring at her.
Suddenly she told the person on the other end of the phone that she had to go, and after hanging up the telephone she placed her hands on my bare bottom and told me to stay there while she locked the door.
The next thing I felt was my counselor's tongue dancing on my butt and pussy lips, which started getting wet from all the attention. I came really hard for her, enough that cum started dripping out of my pussy and onto the tile floor. Without hesitation she continued licking my pussy, tasting my cum, and then cleaned the floor with her tongue. She gave me a pass card to get out of class the next period so she could continue playing with me, this time taking out a strap-on with a six-inch dick that she kept in her locked file cabinet.
Later in the year our art teacher, Miss Henley, told us she was taking the class on a field trip to the city's museum of fine arts for the day. We had no warning as she wanted to make this a surprise trip. We all climbed aboard a bus, with Sarah and me finding seats in the back. As the bus drove off, we hatched a plan to stick our bare butts in the back window and flash the driver's behind us. This went on a couple of times before the driver told us to quit it or she would deal with us later.
We knew we had to do it once more, because driving right behind us was a dirty old man truck driver with pictures of shadow girls painted on the hood of his truck.
"Katie, we have to flash this man. It will make him go crazy," Sarah said to me.
"OK. Let's do it together on the count of three."
"One, two, three," we counted, before flipping up our skirts and pressing our butts against the glass window. Just then the truck swerved off the road as if the driver lost control of his rig. He managed to gain control of the truck and was now following us at a great speed, trying to catch up. At one point he almost rammed our bus, honking his loud truck fog horn all the time. The bus driver had seen what we had done, but waited to speak with us until we arrived at the museum.
After everyone was let out except us, she closed the door.
"You two girls nearly caused an accident on the highway over here," she said. "You ought to be punished for such an act, and the only punishment I know is spanking."
My pussy instantly got wet as I knew I was about to get spanked. I so enjoyed it when Sarah's mom hit me on my ass with her paddle. It sent sensations of pleasure all throughout my body.
"Strip off your clothes and bend over," she said to both of us. We did as she said, then the driver told us to hold our ankles. Then she pulled out the biggest paddle I had ever seen. It must have been four-feet long with holes drilled in it.
The driver swatted us together, and with the first hit both of us squealed in delight. She smacked us 14 more times and said we had better get back with our class. Both of our pussies were now drippy wet, and we begged the bus driver to allow us to dress in the bus, but she ordered us to grab our clothes and get out as she had to go meet a friend for lunch.
Sarah and I got out of the bus and walked a few feet before we saw a girl from our class standing near a bush. She motioned for us to come towards her, and not knowing if she was one of Maria's monitors, we obeyed.
"What are you two girls doing," said Amber, who with light blonde hair and a shapely figure was always someone who I secretly dreamed of being with someday.
"We were punished by the bus driver for flashing our bare asses at truck drivers," I said.
"It looks like you enjoyed your punishment," Amber said, noticing our cum dribbling down our thighs and sweat forming around our boobs.
"Yes, Amber, I enjoyed it very much," I said. "Amber, I liked it, too," Sarah said.
"You two had better clean up before you go into the museum. Come behind this bush with me and lick each other dry."
"A-Amb-A-Amber, please don't make us do this," I said, as my mind was racing with nervous thoughts.
"Katie, don't make me tell the teacher what you two have been up to. How do you think she would react to know two of her students were lollygagging on the bus and enjoyed getting spanked by the bus driver? Now, come here and clean each other with your tongues."
Sarah and I walked behind the bush, laid on the grass and got into a 69 position. Although I did not like doing this in public, I secretly was so turned on because I loved tasting Sarah's pussy. It was sweet like sugar and her pussy dripped honey.
Amber saw that instead of cleaning each other, we actually were causing a bigger mess and both Sarah and I were cuming again. Amber came down with us, having stripped off her clothes, and began sucking on one of my nipples and manipulating the other with her right hand. This brought me to another orgasm. Amber pushed Sarah away and told her to start sucking on her pussy while she went down on me.
The three of us had several orgasms before Amber said it was enough. She ordered us to trade clothes with each other so the teacher would no something was up. I gave Sarah my tank top and she gave me hers. Sarah was a little smaller than me, and her shirt was spread tight against my chest.
We also traded skirts, and once again Sarah's skirt was so tight on me, it only came up to just below the crack of my ass. Sarah, on the other hand, was having trouble keeping her skirt on, as it was a little too big and kept sliding down her slight frame.
We walked into the museum and caught up to our class as they were seeing the Impressionists. Everyone looked at us with adoring eyes, noticing how we were now wearing different clothes and were having trouble with them.
"What's a matter Sarah, having trouble keeping your skirt up," said Krissy, a bratty girl in our class who we both hated. "And Katie, it looks like you have outgrown your clothes."
Miss Henley looked at us and motioned for me and Sarah to separate from the class and stand against the wall. She went up to the tour guide, whispered something into her ear, and then walked toward us, with the guide taking the class elsewhere in the museum.
"What has gotten into you girls," Miss Henley said. "It looks like you two switched clothes. Is this some type of a prank?"
Not knowing what was what anymore, not knowing if Miss Henley was Maria's spy, or if she really wanted to know what was up with us, I did not know how to answer her. "Look at me Katie and tell me what is going on," Miss Henley said in a stern voice.
"Miss Henley, neither Sarah nor me is trying to play any prank on anyone, and we did not want to change clothes. We were told to do so and we had to follow the order," I said, with my eyes filling with tears about to fall against my face.
Miss Henley put her hand up to my chin, grabbed it lightly and said, "Little child, you need to learn a good lesson about whom to obey, and so do you Sarah," she said, now grabbing Sarah by her arm. Miss Henley grabbed my arm and took us into a dark hallway of the museum. She told us to strip out of our clothes and turn around.
"Grab your ankles girls, I am going to teach you a lesson you will soon not forget."
Miss Henley went to her purse and took out what looked like a little hand mirror. Instead it was a little paddle, which she extended to a length of two feet.
"Grab your ankles. I want to see your creamy pussies," Miss Henley said.
After grabbing our ankles, Miss Henley took turns in smacking our behinds. I lost count after 17, but know it went on longer than that. I was trying to stop myself from cuming, which was very hard as Miss Henley knew was she was doing. I had never experienced so many orgasms in one day and was amazed with the amount of cum I produced, enough to slightly dribble out of my pussy lips. Looking over at Sarah, she too came, but it spilled onto the floor it was so much.
"Get dressed and go back to the rest of the class," Miss Henley said. "The guide has something to tell you."