The following is a work of erotic fiction featuring lesbian submission and domination. It is a short story directly following Suburban Submission Chapter Two, which I recommend reading before this. Chapter Four will be back up to the usual length, but I liked this bit of the story so much I thought it could stand alone...
Jenny arrived at home before anyone else, and ran straight into the shower. Under the hot spray, she scrubbed her hair to get out the mud and grass that had been rubbed in as she was fucked on the ground by Karen and her friends. Once her hair was clean, she took her favourite shower cream, with ylang-ylang and cinnamon, and began to clean herself. Her hands roamed over the body she had spent so many years keeping in shape, cleaning her breasts and between her thighs with extra care.
Slowly, as her head cleared, she became aware of messages from her body - the dull aches in her pussy and her ass; the stretched muscles in her thighs and her jaw; the mild tingling of her shoulders. Looking around, she saw a slight pinkness to her shoulder blades.
Well, at least that was something she could work on, she thought to herself. Shutting the shower off, she wrapped herself in a towelling robe and went through to her bedroom.
Jenny sat on the bed with her best moisturiser for her face, and rich body butter for the rest of her. After delicately stroking the moisturiser over her high cheekbones and smooth forehead, she flipped the robe off to sit nude on the bed.
She took the body butter, and began to thoroughly smooth it into her skin, rubbing the creamy substance into the slightly sensitive skin of her back, where she had caught the sun. Then, she rubbed it over her arms, before moving down to her breasts. She sighed slightly - she had always been proud of her boobs; always jutting upwards, firm and proud. She had taken good care of them, wearing well-designed support underwear, and regularly using body butter or other creams to keep the skin supple.
Jenny had thought that only her husband would see her naked breasts after they were married, and kind of liked the idea that they were special to him. But now, they had been admired and caressed by a group of women - strangers, apart from Karen. She wasn't really sure how she felt about that really - she knew she should have hated it; she should have been angry - insanely angry - but she couldn't deny how good it had felt; how many orgasms she had had as the women played with her body.
Jenny had never had a sexual thought about women before, and wasn't really sure how to handle what she had experienced today. Despite what it looked like she was doing in the video that Karen had dug up from her past, Jenny had really been pretty unaware of what was happening that night. She and her friends had gone out in the city, gotten drunk with a bunch of guys, and ended up smoking dope and kissing each other. And more...
But that had been drunken stupidity, a bit of a laugh at the time, and a huge embarrassment afterwards. Jenny had thrown herself back at Kyle after that night, quickly marrying him, and never really dealt with the experiences which she had had.
She certainly had never looked at another woman sexually before, but these last two days - especially today! As she ran greasy fingers along her smooth legs, Jenny remembered the bodies of the women that afternoon - Karen's dark figure holding Jenny naked on her lap; the mature softness of Mistress Mort; the long legs and small high breasts of Mistress Gray; and particularly the curved pertness of the beautiful young Miss Quick...
Jenny's eyes had closed, and she lay back on the bed, the fingers of one hand gently stroking between her legs...a single nail stimulating the outer lips of her pussy...advancing alongside a second finger into her already wet pussy...
Her breathing quickened as she stimulated herself, fingers pressing in until her knuckles pressed against her clitoris...
The jangling phone shocked Jenny out of her trance, and she jumped up in a panic before realising what the sound was. She took a moment to calm herself before picking up the phone.
"Hello?" she said as calmly as she could.
"Hello, Jenny" came Karen's voice, her husky tones drawling softly. "I looked out of the front window and saw you were still all alone. And I didn't want my close friend to be lonely..."
"Um...thank you Karen. I'm fine" said Jenny, a little too quickly.
"Really? Because you sound a bit out of breath - what were you doing?" came the reply.
"Just, um, showering. My hair was all grassy," said Jenny half-truthfully.
Karen wasn't fooled at all. "Really?" she asked again, wonder in her tone. "Because I think you were doing something else..."
"I was... Moisturising - I'm a bit sunburnt on my shoulders," said Jenny desperately.
"And..."
Jenny didn't answer.
"And where were you 'moisturising' when I called? Where, exactly, were your fingers?" came Karen's relentless probing.
Jenny tried to think of an answer, but she knew Karen had guessed the truth somehow, just from listening to Jenny speak.
"I was... They were... In my... In my pussy, Karen" said Jenny, dejectedly.
"Ah, ah, ah!" came a warning tut.
"I mean Miss Mulder. In my pussy, Miss Mulder."
"I knew it!" came Karen's crowing voice. "Never try and get away with that again, my little slave-slut! I can read you like a book. Are you naked?"
Jenny nodded. "Yes Miss Mulder." she said sheepishly.
"Have you got a speakerphone in your bedroom?" Karen asked.
Jenny had to look to see. "Yes"
"Put me on speakerphone and get on the bed."
Jenny did this, sitting cautiously on the bedside.
"So Jenny, has Kyle seen your pussy since you shaved it?" asked Karen.
"No - he got home late last night, and was tired."
