Girls Have the Power

by Holley

Oh what a hold she's got on me!!!!!!!!!!

As I came out of the classroom for morning break I saw Marian, Anne's elder sister. She tried to tell me about an exciting time she'd had with a boy. She knows very well I'm a lesbian and so attempting to tell me the story had me almost at the stage where I wanted to vomit. Fortunately I was able to run off and throw up in the toilet. The very thought of having sex with a boy was a horrifying idea to me.

That feeling of revulsion stayed with me all day and as I started to walk home she caught up with me and tried to continue with the story. Fortunately Anne caught up with us and seeing the look on my face she turned to her sister saying “you fucking idiot, she's a lesbian for fucks sake so she's not one bit interested in your account of last nights activities.” With that Marian took the huff and stormed off on her own and once she was out of hearing I thanked Anne telling her that I'd vomited when she told me about how far down her throat his 'cum' had gone.

Anne stopped me and turned me to face her saying, “my sister is such a fucking idiot. Rodney has her doing such silly things.”

I was under the impression that she's an out and out lesbian like Anne and I but apparently the only real time she does lesbian things is when Anne demands it of her. I can vouch for Anne's authority because she now has me in the palm of her hand and I wondered if she had every female she meets under her spell too.

By the way she said, “your panties are lovely” but like most girls I'd just put on the first pair I'd come to so I had no real idea what they looked like. Sort of unconsciously I lifted my uniform to look and when I did I caught the grin on her face, she'd caught me out and got me to show them to her without her asking. Even I blushed to think that once again this little girl had outsmarted me and seen what she wanted.

We soon separated to go our own ways home but as we parted she said that she and Nathalie would be in the shopping centre later that evening looking for Christmas presents. Funny, Mum and I would be there too. I need a new swimsuit and she had to be with me whilst I tried them on, she's got the credit card. Being under a cloud with her just now there was no chance of her giving me the money to let me buy it for myself. I knew exactly which shop I wanted to go to and I thought Anne might be there too.

After dinner I'd changed out of uniform and we strolled off to the shopping centre primarily for my swimsuit but like all women mum wouldn't be able to walk past a dress shop or any other ladies clothing shop without stopping for a look. It took time for us to make it to my shop and although I was impatient I had to curb my impatience remembering that I wasn't in mum's good books. We did eventually make it though and with plenty of time to spare. No shopkeeper is going to close early at this time of the year; too many sales would be missed. So, in we went and as I examined the racks of swimsuits mum followed along behind saying “no, not that one” and again “no not that one either”. Apparently they were too low cut and would show too much tit or else the pants were too brief and I'd be almost naked down there. Oh, how I'd like to wear either or both of the ones I'd picked out, I could just see Anne's eyes practically boring into me at what she could see. As a second thought I imagined Nathalie looking at me with her big eyes hoping that I'd drop everything to the ground and once I'd let her have a look at me I'd fuck her.

However, at the front of my mind there was this little sexy girl called Anne in my imagination ordering me to take everything off while she tormented me in her usual way.

Mum eventually relented and let me try on a suit with a very low neckline and I tried the bra on first, wow and wow again, my tits were virtually naked and I could feel myself getting excited again. Not because of Anne this time, just because I thought I looked so fucking hot in it. Mum came in to see what was taking so long and almost caught me playing with my breasts but fortunately I'd gone past than that and was pulling the swimsuit pants on over my own panties. Mum said “whoa girl, not sure I'll let you wear that.” I could understand her anxiety, the tits were practically falling out and the panties were just a narrow strip between my legs but oh, it felt so good!!!!!!

I did my usual wheedling act begging and pleading telling her I'll be good etc, you know, all the lies that girls tell their mothers when they want to get their own way. Eventually she relented and I was all over her like a rash thanking her for my gift. Don't know about her but with clinging to her like that I was getting wet but I thought I'd better control myself because she wanted to do some shopping for herself.

I hoped it would be panties and stuff but it wasn't, she just wanted a blouse and despite my protests that the ones she was looking at were for “old grannies” that was what she decided on. I had some revenge when I exchanged the one she wanted with a smaller one that would be tight across her breasts. She promised me a milk shake for being so well behaved whilst we'd been out and strolling into the café as we went to sit down I spotted Anne and Nathalie sat further towards the back of the café. I took mum's hand and led her over introducing her to Nathalie first and then to Anne. There was an instant connection between the two older ladies; their eyes kept travelling from one another's faces to each other's breasts. Neither of these two ladies is short on breast although neither of them could be described as voluptuous, more just pleasantly curvy. Their best attribute in my opinion is that both of them are prepared to wear clothes that are a little naughty consequently showing perhaps too much breast. I really didn't care, I'd seen Nathalie's breasts before and found them lovely to look at and when I'd tasted them their flavour was scrumptious.

Seeing that the two ladies were engrossed in each other's appearance and taking no notice of neither Anne nor I we asked for permission to go for a stroll around the centre. No sooner had we moved out of their hearing than Anne asked me if I'd liked Marian talking about “sucking pricks.” I had to be honest and told her that once I'd arrived home I'd gone to the bathroom and thrown up again. She was curious though about how I felt about 'eating' her pussy? I thought she'd have been a little less 'straight out' about 'eating' her pussy but what could I say, I absolutely adored 'eating' her and let's be honest here, if she told me to kiss it right now I think I probably would have done such is the power she seems to have over me.

The little bitch was being very provocative touching my hand, letting her body bump against mine and making kissing shapes with her mouth that almost made me want to reach out and kiss her but each time she drew away from me teasing the hell out of me. Yes, she knows very well what I want, she knows not so much what I want but that I want to do whatever it is she wants. Does that sound confused? It should, I'm confused myself. I love fucking older women and leading them where I want them sexually so how is it that Anne has such a powerful effect on me?

We were stood in front of a shop window, one that had the inside of the shop obscured from outside view. The result was that we could see the reflection of ourselves but couldn't be seen from inside. Her hand had reached across and lifted my skirt and found it's way to my panties, it was pressing against my pussy and as I moved my hips to get her where I wanted her she said in such a low whisper that I could barely hear her, “wiggle your fucking hips so I can get my finger in your pussy.” I did as I was told and within a few minutes, or was it seconds, I gushed all over her finger. Without a trace of embarrassment she took her finger out of me and almost as though she was going to scratch her nose she lifted her finger to her face before smiling at me and plunging it in her mouth sucking softly. She removed it saying, “I love your honey.” What could I say? I loved being the bee to her beekeeper. She wasn't stealing honey from me. I think if I hadn't had someone to raid my 'hive' it would have died from an over abundance of honey. It, and I, would have choked to death.

She had that same naughty smile on her face that continually reminds me that I'm hers to do whatever she wants with me or whatever she wants me to do to her. We strolled, or rather I more or less hobbled because my panties were so wet, back to where our mothers were only to find that the ladies were sitting much closer together than when we left. Whilst no one inside the café could see what was going on we could see quite plainly that there was some hand holding going on under the table. I smiled at Anne and I know she was thinking that perhaps the ladies had done more than just hold hands. Mind you, whatever activities these two senior ladies get up to when they're in a private situation is something to be recounted on a separate site from this one and we wouldn't know anyway.

Perhaps at some later time when we were in a more private setting Anne could let her talents loose on my mother and I could continue with my seduction of Nathalie. Wouldn't that make a nice picture, two young girls lay back on a nice comfortable bed with these two older women moaning in passion as they suck and lick our pussies until such time as we drowned them both in our respective 'honey'. They'd really be excited sucking the others daughter's pussy dry.

The idea that older women like to seduce young girls is really a lot of nonsense. It might be what older ladies think they're the seducer but it's younger girls that really have the power. In fact, girls like Anne have the most beguiling smiles that have a magnetic effect on older women who just can't resist them. I know from Anne's pretty little smile that it almost says, “I'm going to get you to lick my pussy and the nice part is, you'll think it's your own idea.” It really is a scenario that most women can't resist. I suspect that when the foursome occurs, and take my word for it there is no doubt in my mind that it will occur, Anne will direct the ladies on how to satisfy the desires of their juvenile teachers. They'll feel the power that younger women have over them as they willingly, but under instruction, spread their kisses all over our bodies and nibble our nipples and eat our throbbing pussies. Perhaps the final example of their subjugation will be when we order them to kiss and lick our arseholes. If they do submit to an order of that kind then I think Anne and I can safely say they're ours to play with as we wish. However, on second thoughts if we have it over the older ladies and Anne has it over me then she's really the top dog.

We all went home together, Mum dropping Nathalie and Anne at their house but we went in for a few minutes. Whilst the ladies were chatting and sipping their tea in a lady like fashion Anne led me up the stairs to her bedroom. That, let me tell you, was all the time that Anne needed as she pushed me to my knees at the side of the bed lifting her dress to show me her bare pussy. It was glistening in the lamp light but she held me away for a minute or two until she saw me licking my lips and then it wasn't an order and it wasn't a request, it was somewhere in between but the result was I was on my knees licking her delicious ten or eleven year old pussy. I was horny, so very horny that I had my orgasm before she did but my moaning as I had it brought a compliment from her lips as she congratulated me on beating her to it.

When I left, which was very shortly after, I left my panties there for her to wear to bed. She promised me she'd return them on the way school in the morning. That sounded very interesting especially when she told me not to wear any others, she'd bring mine and help me put them on as we approached the school. I must be going damned near crazy because this conversation made me 'cum' again and I knew that I'd masturbate when I got home and once I'd got into bed.

As I went up the stairs to bed Anne rang to make sure that I wouldn't be wearing panties in bed telling me to keep my hands to myself as she'd make sure my own panties were suitably full of her 'cum' when she gave them back to me in the morning. How can I refuse to obey such a wonderful order? If there is such a person as the 'King of the Castle' it's surely Anne, she's got us all dancing to her tune.

It proved extremely difficult to keep my hands away from my pussy for several reasons. One, I could hear Geraldine muttering to herself together with some noises from the bed as she rolled around presumably thinking about Nathalie. Secondly, the noise she made as she achieved her orgasm was distinctly louder than usual and thirdly I was so anxious to do as Anne had ordered me. However, notwithstanding her orders I did cum. Whilst I had no part in the arrival of the orgasm I certainly didn't attempt to stop it happening and sighed contentedly when it did happen imagining Anne's pretty lips sucking me to a climax.

As she'd promised Anne met me on the way to school but not by chance, she'd phoned me and given me my instructions on where to meet her. We had to pass a little row of shops on the way to school and as I went to pass by she popped out of one of the doorways and called me to her. Fuck, she looked lovely and when she pulled me to her to kiss me I almost orgasmed on the spot. I could taste something very pleasant on her tongue, it was her own 'cum', she'd put her finger in her still wet pussy as she saw me approaching and then licked her finger clean. I got the delicious result of that poking and licking directly on the tip of my tongue. As she held me to her so she could feel my tits against her she was whispering in my ear about how many times she'd masturbated in my panties during the night.

“Anne, please don't,” I asked her but in her now familiar way she moved her mouth away from my ear asking me why she shouldn't tease me. Honestly, I had no answer to her question but what had made it worse was that she led me round the back of the shops, lifted her uniform skirt and showed me her naked wet pussy. I was practically overcome both the her delicious aroma and the appearance of her slick pussy lips still wet from when she'd put her finger in it when she saw me approaching. “Wanna suck me sweetheart?” she'd asked me when she saw from the look in my eyes that I obviously wanted her. “Wait until morning tea time” but there was no hope of me waiting that long, if she didn't let me do it to her now I'd have to go to the toilet block and masturbate anyway. With her usual tormenting attitude she was smiling at me knowing full well that I wouldn't be able to make it to school and as she saw that I was undecided on what to do her smile widened as did her legs giving me an even better look than before.

I didn't know nor do I know even now whether it was true but she teased me by telling me that she'd let Nathalie play with her pussy during the night but they'd sent Marian away telling her that if she still had thoughts about sex with a boy then she wasn't the right girl to mix with them. I hadn't realised it, although I should, but I'd been playing with myself all the time she'd been teasing me and I only just got my skirt down in time as one of the workers who worked in the shops smiled a cynical smile as, perhaps, he'd smelled my aroma as he passed. I couldn't wait any longer, despite the fact that soon there would be more people around, I had to masturbate but Anne relented at last and taking my hand out of the way she proceeded to finger fuck me.

It was so nice but now I have the awful problem of spending the whole day in school with panties soaked with both of our juices, surely the other girls would be able to smell me from a mile away. Remember she'd filled my panties last night and again this morning before she'd put them back on me so now there was the result of several orgasms in them. Add to that the fact that I would be sat in lovely wet panties all day and I wondered how I'd survive. Anne hadn't made it any easier by telling me that she liked getting me in a “state” as she called it and telling me to wait for her on the way home and we'd see what she could do to help relieve my misery.

What a bitch but such a delicious bitch!