Summary:
Pussy 3: High school bullies' daughter and the bully.
Note:
This is dedicated to
Stephen
, who requested this series.
Note 2:
Thanks to
Tex Beethoven
for editing yet another wicked series.
Note 3:
This is chapter three of an ongoing series.
In Chapter One, Meredith is at home alone with her 8-month-old baby while her husband is constantly away working and neglecting her sexual needs. She spies through her bedroom window her 18-year-old female next door neighbour (a gorgeous girl from Italy) being sexually pleasured by another woman, and then another one, and then even more. This sparks a flame inside Meredith, awakening her curiosity to explore her own same sex desires. She discovers there's a neighborhood secret Pillow Princess Service Club, where older women sign up to frequently be summoned by younger women to pleasure them sexually. She signs up out of lust and curiosity, and she's immediately summoned by that same beautiful next door neighbour Bianca, whereupon she goes next door and eats her pussy. Which begins Meredith's journey into submissive lesbianism.
In Chapter two, Meredith is hailed during her walk of shame home from Bianca's back yard, and she's convinced into going across the street to the wife of a congressman Miranda Bellencourt's house to service her stocking-clad feet, eat her pussy, and get her own pussy fucked (with a strap-on) for the first time in a year and a half.
And now continuing immediately after the end of part 2....
Pillow Princess Club Ch. 03
I walked into my house and closed the door.
"Mrs. Bellencourt caught you?" Barbara asked, coming to meet me at the door and checking out my almost nonexistent attire.
"Yeah," I nodded, a little embarrassed to be seen in such a slutty maid's outfit by my daughter's best friend... regardless of whether she knew why I was wearing it, or she knew what I'd just done... and obviously she knew both.
"Don't get too comfortable," she said, admiring my skanky outfit. "You have three stops to make ASAP."
"I do?" I said, playing a little dumb... ironic I know, considering what I was wearing.
"Yeah, your phone's been buzzing like crazy," she said. "I've switched you to booked mode, so you won't be expected to do any more than three, unless you want to."
"There's a booked mode?" I asked, and she showed me my phone.
"Yeah, the app has a feature which shows all the members who is currently booked and in which order, and when you reach a backlog of three, you can press 'booked', so the pillow princesses know you're unavailable," she said.
"Oh, I see."
"There's an actual 'unavailable' button as well," she said. "But that's to be used very sparingly."
"Like when?" I asked.
"If your in-laws are over, for instance," she said. "Or in your case if Hannah is awake or sick. You have to specify a reason, and if you use it frivolously, they come down on you."
"I see," I said, thinking that was very helpful, since I hadn't put much thought into such an obvious issue... I had an 8-month-old baby to take care of... duh!.
"You should get going," Barbara said. "most of the Pillow Princesses aren't known for their patience."
"I need to change into some heels."
"Yeah, for that outfit, you really do," she said, as I slipped out of my flats.
"You think so?" I asked.
"Yeah, they'll accentuate your sexy legs better," she said, admiring my nylon-clad legs.
"You think so?" I asked.
"Yeah, you look really sexy in them," she said.
"You're so sweet," I said.
"Oh, just wait until you taste me, and
then
you'll see just how sweet I am," Barbara said wickedly, and she came over and kissed me.
"Mmmmm," I moaned, as her hands went to my mostly bare ass (without panties).
"Dammit," she said after only a few sensual seconds.
"What?" I asked, wanting the touch of her soft lips back.
"You need to get going," she said, looking at her watch... a rare young person who wore a watch in the era of mobile phones. "Your first stop is someone who doesn't have much patience at all!"
"Who is it?" I asked, wondering if I knew her.
"Jade Kwong," she said.
"Jade," I repeated, fear instantly coursing through me... I certainly
did
know her.
"You know her?" Barbara asked.
"I know her mother," I said, recalling the bullying I'd suffered at the hands of Jade's mother Mei back when I was a kid. We'd been civil to each other since she'd moved into the community a couple years ago, but there was still a lot of resentment between us... at least from me. She'd frequently humiliated me during my middle and high school years. She'd been rich, I came from a poor family... sometimes wearing clothes given to me by the church, that were Mei's own clothes her family had donated, and she had no problem telling everyone I was wearing her hand-me-downs.
"You know Mrs. Kwong?" Barbara asked.
"Yeah," I said.
"She can be a bit much," Barbara said.
"According to my experience, that's an understatement," I sighed, going upstairs to get my heels... as I processed this new revelation.
I returned, wondering if this was a sign that I should quit the Club before things spun way out of hand.
"When you get back, I want to be your number four," she said, reaching her hand under my micro-minidress and rubbing my wet pussy.
"You'll actually be number six," I moaned.
"Okay, I can deal with that," she said. "Although my favourite number is 69."
"That may be my new favourite number too," I said, as she slid a finger into me.
"God, I want to eat your pussy so bad," she said as she kissed me again.
"And I want you to. Do we have enough time right now?" I asked, eager to go down on her right here and now in my living room.
"Fuck," she sighed. "No, you really have to go. But when you get back, we can practice my favourite number."
"Deal," I agreed, loving the idea of exploring a 69 with this 19-year-old I'd known since she was a little girl. I once did a 69 with a guy in college... it was okay while it lasted, but he came in only a couple minutes, and I was left to finish myself off in the bathroom.
She handed me my phone while pulling her finger out of me. "Here. I've tagged your three stops. I wouldn't read all the messages yet; there are quite a few of them."
"Okay," I said, although I was quite curious to read all those messages, presumably all of them from girls and women in this neighborhood who wanted to get naked with me.
"Go," she said, as she placed her finger, glistening with my pussy juice, into her mouth.
"You're still okay with watching Hannah?" I asked... briefly having forgotten I was in effect a single mother... except I was no longer poor, thank goodness.
"Of course I am," Barbara said, and then on cue, Hannah began to cry in the next room.
"You sure?" I asked, my motherly nature returning.
