IN THIS CHAPTER: Lilly is prevented from seeing the Vatspalts and during her time alone, reflects on her sexual awakening. Together again, her second family spends an evening getting reacquainted with their pet. Lilly is shown a video taken in Napa that was secretly filmed. Using flatware, Momma opens Lilly's girl-part so that she may be properly stuffed. Lilly is made into the family's dessert. Lilly returns from winter break and confronts her school bully, only to learn that escaping her daily humiliation will subject her girl-part to a shocking new form of intrusion. Lilly faces off with Shelly in the showers.
The Swedish words for cock (kuk), pussy (snippa, slidan, fitta), asshole (stanga), cork (korka) and completely (igen - pronounced eye-yen) are used occasionally and intentionally. They are not misspellings.
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With school starting on Monday, Lilly's parents did allow her to spend that Saturday night at Cassy's house, although it was hard to convince them. When she returned from Napa, she was all but a prisoner in her own home. "You've spent too much time with Cassy and her family," her real mother said. "Your father and I want you home for a while."
At 19, Lilly could have simply ignored her mother's direction, but it would have led to even more stress on what had turned to a tense relationship with her parents. While she had grown so much under the care of the Vatspalts, she still had to live at home, and making that part of her life bearable was just easier than constantly fighting.
She was prevented from seeing her second family for more than a week and Lilly missed them dearly. She kept in touch with them through text and video messages, but it wasn't the same. Several times a day, Lilly masturbated while thinking about being with the Vatspalts. With her parents at work, she was at least given the opportunity to be comfortable as she strolled naked around the house or lounged on the sofa watching television or her phone. She wasn't permitted to wear clothing when she spent time in the Vatspalt's home and she now preferred to be nude if given the choice.
She would lay in bed until she heard the garage door closing, signaling she had roughly 10 hours by herself. The moment she knew the house was empty, she got out of her pajamas and spent a half hour stretching and following some yoga videos. In the shower, she spent a few minutes massaging her clit with her electric toothbrush. Laying in the tub with her legs splayed, the hot water falling on her body, she was unconcerned of the yipping noises she made as they echoed around the fiberglass enclosure.
With that done, she got out of the shower, brushed her teeth, enjoying her feminine flavor combined with the foaming minty taste of the toothpaste, and dried her hair. Fashioning it into two low-hanging pigtails, she got dressed.
Donning nothing more than a pair of pink fuzzy ankle socks, complete with little pom-poms at the heels, she padded downstairs. The socks kept her piggies warm as she fixed herself a light breakfast and took it, along with the empty wine bottle she kept beneath her bed, outside to the patio. There, she sipped coffee, relished the cool morning air on her bare skin as she caught up on her social channels, read some news and then, finally, brought up her favorite porn website.
She watched various videos, most of them involving innocent-looking young women being gang-banged, or of submissive pets bound to various contraptions that left them helpless as their pussies, buttholes and breasts were attended to in all manner of creative ways. As she watched, she absently fiddled with her special place or twirled her nipples as she became more aroused.
When her flower frothed and her fingers were drenched, she reached for her beloved bottle. Gently pushing it between the soft folds, she closed her eyes and purred. The smooth glass granted stretching of a different nature and her brow furrowed as the narrow neck widened and the girthy strain on her girl-part increased.
In some part of her brain, she knew it was possible a neighbor might see or even film her with a phone if they looked between the wooden slats of the fence. But she found she didn't really care. The backyard was private enough and the thought of someone peeping only heightened her arousal.
Following breakfast, she cleaned up the kitchen, puttered around for a bit in her room and then donned some highlighter-yellow booty shorts and a matching sports bra for a run-walk around her neighborhood.
They were clothes purchased by the Vatspalts and Lilly kept them well-hidden in her room. They were not nearly as revealing as her school's ill-fitting "Cherry Popper" PE uniform or even what she wore on trips outside Palo Alto with her second family, but they were still skin tight and showed off her figure, narrow hips, and all.
Lilly was no longer body-conscious. She had come to grips with what God had given her: long, slender arms and legs, a willowy frame, and what she thought was only an average butt (although others found it quite becoming). Years of gymnastics highlighted her feminine musculature and her tummy was board flat. A tiny belly button yielded to smooth skin that rose noticeably to the swale of her mons and the rounded points of her hips.
She was a brunette and wore her mahogany locks mid-way down her back with side-swept bangs. Her wide-set green eyes were large and they offset the dark hair. A light dusting of freckles fell across the tops of her high-set cheeks and over the bridge of a nose that took an uptick at the tip.
What most people noticed first, however, were her breasts. Her narrow frame only accentuated the buoyant droplets that fit tightly into the confines of a D-cup bra. Her areolas were pink and about the size of a quarter when unaroused. But their circumference diminished to a dime when she was turned on. Crowning each was a strawberry-hued nub that God had placed just above the equator and at an upward trajectory, the right pointing slightly East, the left to the West.
She had hated them for years. They seemed like nothing more than a heavy, uncomfortable curse that everyone ogled. She still recalled the conversation she had with her gymnastics coach. The man had explained, "You're very talented, Lilly. Your proportions, however, don't align this sport." This was followed by a very obvious nod toward her chest.
She knew she was never going to be an Olympian - she wasn't that good - but she'd hoped the sport would carry her through college. Instead, she walked out of the gym and never returned.
It was one of many instances that led to her body issues. She was also teased and bullied. People noticed her tits before making eye contact. She often heard whispers and giggles when she walked past others. Boys her age openly stared, while men more than double her age were more overt. A few had been bold enough to simply tell her they wanted to fuck her tits, or worse. She was often 'accidentally' groped when in crowded areas. All of this fed into her shying away from people to the point of being nearly antisocial.
It had just taken the Vatspalt's love and understanding of her emotions around her physical appearance to slowly change her mind. They had built her confidence slowly, over the last year, and with their support, direction and tutelage, she had finally come to the realization that she wasn't ugly. At a minimum, she at least felt normal, if not pretty.
Thanks to the Vatspalts, she was now sexually unencumbered and dutifully obeyed anything her second family asked of her because, in doing so, she was released from the psychological bonds her real parents and others around her had placed her in during her formative years.
Intensely religious and concerned about the world their daughter was growing up in, Lilly's biological parents had kept her sheltered. Prohibited from wearing the clothing other girls wore and ashamed of her breasts, Lilly covered her body completely. She wore baggy sweaters to hide her chest. She never wore bikinis or even one-piece swimsuits because she was worried about her mother thinking she was whorish for shaving her pubic hair. Left unattended, it grew into an unruly bush that couldn't be contained within the confines of her panties or the slender swath of fabric at a swimsuit's crotch. If forced to go swimming, Lilly wore board shorts and a thick swim shirt.
She attended church multiple times a week, Sunday school, young-adult religious studies classes, helped her real father around the church office when he was pastor. Private schools and the constant reminder that sex was something only married women experienced had cowed Lilly to her core.
The one discussion she had about sex with her mother had been terrifying. On her 18th birthday, her mother sat her down at the computer and showed Lilly a picture from the internet. A frighteningly large cock lay along a woman's thigh like an alien tentacle. It was sheathed in cum and blood and a little trickle of the mixture ran from the woman's gaping pussy to the bloated purple head of the man's dick. "This is what happens when an unmarried tramp opens her legs and lets a man put his...penis...inside you," her mother said.
It was an image that was seared into Lilly's mind and from that moment, the thought of having sex nearly made her physically sick. She later wondered if it was simply taken while the woman was on her period, but that didn't matter at the time.
