A few days later it was Susan's turn to invite John to her rooms. As fifth-years and Senior Student Representatives at the College they each had private rooms. As John arrived Susan gleefully informed him that "Goldilocks" was due to come to see her shortly. She knew that John would be pleased. Ever since she'd told him about her playmate, whom they'd nicknamed Goldilocks, John had wanted to meet this petite first-year with the curly blonde hair.
As Susan had never delivered the final three strokes of the cane which were due to her, Goldilocks was now her servant girl. John was aware that, as well as running errands, Susan had been using Goldilocks for sexual gratification and that Goldilocks enjoyed this submissive role.
"You remember, I told you about Goldilocks?" asked Susan.
"Yes I remember you told me that when she arrived here at college she was very naïve. She'd been picked up and passed around a group of three second year girls who then dumped her just before she came to you to receive the cane?"
"Yes, that's right. She was quite innocent when she got to college. Her parents were very strict with her, always telling her what to do, telling her that all sex was dirty and wrong. But she grew up in a rural farming community so sex was all around her in the farmyard. As soon as she hit puberty, her hormones went wild and even though she felt guilty touching herself, she couldn't stop masturbating. She's got a really high sex drive but the only actual experience of sex she's had was when an older boy took her virginity. She's never kissed another boy and when she got here she'd never even heard about girls playing with each other."
"She sounds like an interesting character," said John.
"She is," said Susan. "She'll probably appear quite shy at first but once she relaxes she wears her heart on her sleeve and when she gets horny, she's not afraid to say what she wants. And remember I told you, if we get that far, she orgasms really quickly, in about a minute, it's amazing, I don't know how she does it."
When Goldilocks entered the room a few minutes later, she smiled at Susan but was shocked to notice John in the room as well.
"Good afternoon 'Goldilocks', this is my friend John I've told you about." said Susan. "I invited you here this afternoon because I think you and he, in fact all three of us will get on very well together."
Goldilocks said hello and offered John her hand with a slight curtsy, looking shyly up at him under her golden hair. Susan had been correct, with her petite frame at under 5 feet, and her innocent expression, the girl looked several years younger than she was. She was obviously taken aback at meeting John and kept looking to Susan for assurance.
Susan invited John and Goldilocks to sit down together on the sofa as she made a pot of tea. As Goldilocks relaxed slightly Susan continued to Goldilocks, "yes I think we three could get on very well together and have some fun. In fact, 'Goldilocks', I remember you told me that ever since your experience in the fields that summer many years ago, you've wondered what it would be like to be with a boy again?" Goldilocks looked at her slightly puzzled. Susan continued, "well John is a careful lover, and I think he would be very willing to give you that experience." Goldilocks's eyes widened, realisation spreading over her face as she glanced sideways at John, her face going a deep red.
"I'm not sure I could Miss," said Goldilocks. "It's all new to me."
"Don't worry," said Susan, "we will guide you through it. Just trust me and do as I tell you." Goldilocks looked down at the floor, knowing that she was obliged to do everything that Susan told her or risk receiving the final strokes of the cane, an alternative she couldn't countenance.
There was silence except for the sound of Susan making the tea and assembling cups and saucers. Goldilocks broke the silence, "Please Miss, may I be allowed to go to the toilet?"
Susan looked at her sternly, "you know very well that I have to accompany you to the toilet. So, yes you may visit the bathroom. John and I will both accompany you."
Goldilocks panicked, glancing at John and going red again, "no, no it's okay I'll wait,"
"You know very well that now you've asked, you have to go," said Susan. "Do as you're told and go to the bathroom. John and I will watch closely to make sure you wipe up properly." Goldilocks realised she was trapped and her face remained a deep red at the thought of John watching her piss.
John, for his part, was amused by Susan's game playing with her little slave girl and understandably excited at the manner in which he would be introduced to her pussy. He had never seen a girl urinate before.
Dutifully Goldilocks stood up and walked apprehensively to the bathroom followed by John and Susan.
As they switched on the bathroom light, Goldilocks hesitated for a moment. But Susan instructed her again, "go on, you know what you must do." It appeared to John that this routine had been acted out between the two of them before.
He watched with excitement as Goldilocks reached under her skirt, pulled her panties down to her ankles and sat on the toilet seat, holding her skirt over her thighs. "Lift your skirt and part your legs," said Susan. Still looking up at them both with dismal eyes under her golden hair, she slowly lifted her skirt to her waist and parted her knees.
John got his first view of her pussy. It was much as Susan had described it. Lightly covered in short blonde hair, she had a pronounced mound and a clearly visible little slit. He watched in curiosity and excitement as the first trickle of urine dripped out and then became stronger in a steady stream. "Open your legs wide," ordered Susan. She did so and John saw her fanny lips part as the silver stream continued into the toilet bowl.
As she urinated she looked up at John under her golden curls, half in embarrassment but also hoping he liked what he saw. She saw that his eyes were staring between her legs as her piss streamed into the bowl and she decided she enjoyed being the focus of his attention so she parted her legs even wider for him. She hadn't actually seen a boy at all for several weeks and here she was being introduced to this good-looking boy with her skirt hoisted up, letting him watch her piss. But she'd been told what to do all her life and she liked being Susan's little slave.
Once she overcame her embarrassment, her naturally submissive nature got a thrill being made to expose herself. After all, she wasn't to blame for letting a boy look at her fanny, she was doing as she was told. She clutched onto her skirt to give him a good view and kept pissing as long as she could. She was almost sad when she ran out of urine but even then she stayed in the same position with her legs wide, letting him stare until Susan told her to clean up. Then she took two sheets of toilet paper and mopped her little mound.
She hopped down off the toilet seat and was about to pull her panties up when Susan stopped her and held out her hand. "You know the rules, no panties," said Susan. Obediently Goldilocks handed them to Susan.
"How about you, John, do you need the toilet?" asked Susan with pretend innocence.
John knew this was an invitation not a demand, but the idea excited him, so he stepped up to the bowl and lifted the seat. With Goldilocks standing beside him, he unzipped his trousers, reached inside and pulled out his cock. It was already slightly swollen from having watched her piss but, luckily, not fully hard or he could not have complied.
He pointed his penis down towards the bowl and allowed his own stream of urine to flow. Goldilocks was mesmerised and John noticed that Susan herself was watching with more than usual interest, biting her bottom lip as she often did when she was watching something that was making her horny. Goldilocks was definitely looking a little flushed as she watched with open mouth.
When he'd finished he gave his cock a squeeze and a shake and slid it back inside his trousers. "There," said Susan with a smile, "now you've been introduced to each other."
As they turned to go back to the living room, Susan picked up a little silver case. "I have a good idea," she said to John with a smile.
Goldilocks and John sat back down on the sofa as Susan placed the teapot and cups and milk on the nearby table. She also laid down the silver case. "What's in there?" asked John.
"Something I think the three of us can have fun with this afternoon," said Susan. She opened it up and inside was a Gillette two-sided razor, a shaving brush and some shaving foam. "I think our little guest should be first," she said with a smile. John knew instantly what she was getting at but Goldilocks looked confused. "Don't worry it will be fun and you will get to do it to us as well," said Susan.
Goldilocks still looked a little confused as Susan fetched some towels and a bowl of hot water. She got Goldilocks to sit on a towel on the edge of the sofa. She pushed her back against some cushions, lifted her skirt right up and spread her legs. Goldilocks looked at John, surprised to be so exposed again without warning. Surely she must be a dirty girl to let a boy look at her fanny. She tried to push her skirt back down to cover herself, but Susan pushed it firmly back up above her waist. Goldilocks had no choice but to be exposed so she let him look and began to relax.
Kneeling on the floor between Goldilocks's legs, Susan mixed some foam with the brush and applied it gently all around her fanny. "That tickles," laughed Goldilocks.
Kneeling beside Susan on the floor, John watched intently. "It always makes me laugh looking at her little mound," said Susan. "You know there's an old Victorian erotic book called Fanny Hill, and here is a little fanny on a little hill."
Very carefully, Susan leant forward and applied the razor to the foamed area, starting at her belly. With gentle strokes, she began to remove the blonde hair, rinsing the razor in hot water with each stroke. She took her time, watching carefully. Soon she had laid the entire area above and around the mound completely bare. All that remained was the mound itself and her pussy lips.
"I've done this to myself a few times," said Susan, "so don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Very carefully she carried on with deft strokes, removing a small amount at a time and rinsing the razor after each stroke. Goldilocks lay very still looking down at what was being done. She appeared unperturbed and in fact interested to see the results.
