Jennie pressed a finger into her thigh to check the progress of her tanning. She flopped back into the lounge chair, her arms dropping over the side. 'I'm bored, bored, bored,' kept racing through her mind. So this was supposed to be one of the great times of her life, high school behind her, college just ahead. Her mother kept telling her, "Relax, enjoy the free time. I wish I could be in your shoes."
'Enjoy the free time,' yeah, right she thought. 'All my friends are working or vacationing, nowhere to go, and nothing to do. Lots of fun!' Good thing her Mom's big feet wouldn't fit in her shoes.
The sound of a car pulling into her neighbor's driveway interrupted her silent bitching. She opened one eye just in time to see an attractive, older woman walking to the front door carrying a suitcase. 'I wonder who that could be?' Jennie thought. She knew the Walkers were away for the summer. Their daughter, her friend Melissa, was still home, but Jennie didn't think her parents would have a babysitter for a 21-year-old girl. ' No biggie,' she said to herself, her curiosity quickly replaced by her boredom.
That evening, she happened to glance out her bedroom window and noticed the car was still in the driveway. The lights were out in Melissa's house except for the glow of candlelight coming from the living room. 'Hmmmmmm, now what is our little Melissa up to, I wonder?' Jennie whispered to herself. She knew Melissa had gone the girl-girl route. The two of them had even played "let's get to know each other better" a year or so ago. She did love Melissa's body, long and slender with tiny titties and hard nipples. Her ass was just perfect. Not an ounce of fat or flab - very girlish. Jennie, on the other hand, was built more like a woman, full, firm breasts and a shapely ass. The boys always seemed to like her figure and she never tried to hide it from them. But she had to admit that no boy had pleased her quite the way Melissa had. And now she was alone in her house with some strange, older woman... Jennie couldn't resist, she had to check it out.
She tripped over the little juniper bush in the dark and almost fell headfirst into Melissa's living room window. Luckily, she caught the window frame with her hand. Jennie froze, half expecting someone would come to the window, but after a few moments, realized no one had heard her. She peeked through the lace curtain and had to catch her breath. 'Wow! You little slut!' ran through her mind.
Inside, sitting on the couch was an older woman. Jennie guessed she had to be in her forties or fifties. She wore a black mesh bodysuit with cut outs for her large breasts and although Jennie couldn't see because Melissa's head was buried in there, she assumed a cut out in the crouch. The woman wore long, spiked heels and in one hand held a riding crop and in the other a leash tied to a collar around Melissa's neck. As she heard the woman barking commands, Jennie's attention focused on her friend, Melissa. She was kneeling on the floor in front of the woman, completely naked but for the collar. Her hands were bound behind her, her face in the woman's pussy, head bobbing up and down as she lapped at the glistening juices flowing from the smooth, shaven pussy. Jennie could feel her own wetness starting so she reached into her panties and began to rub her clit. Each time the woman struck Melissa's bare ass with the riding crop, Jennie could feel a throb in her own clit. She had never witnessed anything so erotic. She desperately wanted to feel the blows striking Melissa ... wanted to have her face pulled against that musky wetness. But Melissa could be a real bitch! She needed a plan.
In her room, Jennie lit candles and played with her digital camera until she had the setting just right She quickly returned to her spot in front of Melissa's window and peeked in.
'Damn! This is even better!'
The older woman had removed her outfit and was standing in the middle of the room. Melissa was kneeling before her, her head lowered to the woman's feet, licking her toes. An occasional blow from the riding crop fell across Melissa backside. Jennie wanted to just watch, but she had work to do. She focused the camera and clicked off a couple of pictures, checking to make sure they were clear. Soon she heard Melissa pleading with the woman, "Please, Mistress, please fuck me."
"Do you think you deserve to be fucked?" Jennie heard her ask.
"No. I know I am not worthy, Mistress," Melissa replied. "But I beg you."
Jennie watch with excitement as Melissa scurried to the chair and retrieved a strap-on harness with a large, life-like dong attached to it. She snapped off a few more pics of Melissa pulling the device over her Mistress' hips and securing it tightly. She remained kneeling in front of her Mistress and began to lick and suck the rubbery cock. The woman then pulled her up by the leash and escorted her to the couch where she bent her over the arm, her ass sticking up ready to accept her reward. Jennie could see it slowly disappear into Melissa's pussy and hear her moans as the woman yanked her head back with the leash. It was primitive, brutal and Jennie had it all captured with the camera. The fucking lasted a long time. Melissa was bucking her hips back savagely to force the dong deep into her dripping pussy, her Mistress grabbing her hair and pulling her back against her flopping breasts. Jennie came several times rubbing her clit as she witnessed the display. When it was over, Jennie heard the Mistress command Melissa to clean it up. She took the dong deep into her mouth again and again until she had sucked and licked it clean.
Jennie had started to leave to begin loading the pictures into her computer when she heard the Mistress command, "I have to pee now, slut!" She returned to the window to see Melissa between the woman's spread legs, her mouth engulfing her pussy. She saw Melissa's throat in the motion of swallowing and knew she drinking this woman's pee. 'How can she degrade herself like this?' Jennie wondered as she turned to return to her room.
Melissa reached across her bed and was awakened by the emptiness she encountered. The sunlight streaming through the windows hurt her eyes as she looked to see where Jill might be. The next thing she noticed was the smell of coffee and bacon.
"Melissa!" she heard Jill calling. "Breakfast is ready. Wake up!" She smiled. Her mother had given up on trying to get her up for breakfast long ago.
"Be right there!" she answered as she jumped from bed and hurried to the bathroom. She sat on the toilet musing how she never knew pee could be erotic. She dried herself, threw on a robe and bounced down the stairs to the kitchen. Jill had her back to her cooking eggs at the stove. Melissa quietly snuck up behind her and was about to wrap her arms around her Mistress.
"You not very good at sneaking up on people," Jill suddenly said. "But continue with whatever you planned."
Melissa let out her sweet giggle and hugged her lover tightly from behind.
"Don't you dare say anything about how your mother would cook you breakfast," Jill joked. "I may be more than old enough, but after last night, I don't think you can confuse me with your mother."
'No, Mistress," Melissa replied. "I can never do that."
"You may call me Jill during the day, little slut." Jill instructed.
"Thank you, Mistr... ah, Jill"
"You're welcome. Now sit down and let's eat. You must be hungry."
"Let me get the paper. I'll be right back." Melissa answered as she headed to the front door. She was gone for too long and Jill followed her path to the door. She saw Melissa holding the paper in one hand and pictures in the other. She was visibly upset.
"What's wrong, dear?" Jill asked.
Melissa was unable to reply. She handed the photos to Jill. She shuffled through each page, a look of anger appearing on her face. At the end of the pile, she found the note and read it thoroughly.
"OK, who is this Jennie bitch?" she demanded.
"My neighbor. A girl - young, just out of high school." Melissa stammered. "We used to play once in a while."
"What do you mean play? When you were little?" Jill asked.
