I Am All Girl – by Sylque

Chapter 2: Sharing Secrets

Her metallic purple grand am pulled into the parking lot at the high school.  As she shifted into park, Lyssa looked in her rear view mirror to check her makeup one final time before opening her door.  Grabbing her backpack, she began to walk up to the front of the school.  Her eyes scanned the crowd of kids also making their way into the school looking for her friend Whitney.

Whitney had already spotted Lyssa and was making her way up behind her newest friend.  She too was wearing the school uniform, though hers seemed to be cut just a little more tightly than was prudent.  Whitney's brunette hair was tied into pig tails that bounced as she walked along.  Coming up behind Lyssa, she placed her hands over Lyssa's eyes and said, “Guess who!”

Lyssa spun around on the balls of her feet with a gasp.  Then, seeing that it was her only friend in the new place, she hugged Whitney and replied, “Whitney, I'm so glad to see you.  I was afraid I was going to have to find my way around this place all on my own.”

“Nah, I wouldn't let you do that.  Besides, I like to be seen entering the school with a beautiful girl by my side.”

Lyssa didn't have time to ponder this statement as the 10 minute bell was just beginning to ring.  Together the two girls made their way into the sea of students rushing into the building for the first classes of the year.  By a happy coincidence, the two friends shared the first class of the day, English 4.  Neither girl particularly cared for the subject, but it was required after all.

Upon entering the classroom, Lyssa began to make her way towards the front of the class, but Whitney grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the back.  “You don't want to be a goody two-shoes and sit up there do ya?  Come sit in the back with me.”

Lyssa thought back to the time she had found out she wasn't really a girl, and how she had made sure she was always in the back of wherever and whatever was going on.  She couldn't quite remember when she had decided to start sitting at the front of the classes again, probably in eighth grade when she had begun to get used to the fact she was different.  However, she didn't think it would hurt to start sitting in the back of class again.  “Ok,” she replied and followed Whitney to the seats in the back of the class.

Class was rather boring, as most of them were for Lyssa.  School just wasn't much of a challenge for her.  She spent most of her time drawing in her notebook.  She enjoyed drawing dragons, fairies, unicorns, and other mythical creatures.  She had numerous notebooks full of them.  Whitney also spent most of the class doodling in her notebook.  However, her pictures were of a much more erotic nature.  At one point, Lyssa looked over and saw what her friend was drawing and gasped a little more loudly than she should have.  This brought a scowl from the teacher, and a sly wink from Whitney.

For the rest of the day, they walked together between classes.  Their schedules weren't identical, but they did have a lot of the same classes, so Whitney was able to help Lyssa find her way around fairly easily.  They even had lunch together.  Lyssa had a wonderful grilled chicken salad with Balsamic Vinaigrette, and Whitney had a Caesar salad.  Finally 7th period rolled around, athletics.

Both girls were going to try out for the volleyball team.  Whitney figured she was a sure-in because she had been playing varsity for the Dragon's since her sophomore year.  Lyssa knew she would have a fairly good chance herself as she too had been playing Varsity for two years.  However, she was new at the school and would have to really show her stuff out there.

The girls went into the locker room to change, along with 20 other girls.  There were only 15 spots on the team.  That meant that 7 of these girls weren't going to make the team.  Lyssa shyly began to strip off her clothes to change into their practice uniforms.  Whitney however wasn't the least bit shy and was already standing there in nothing but a pair of pink thong panties.  Her C breasts were beautiful rounded as only youth could make them.  The nipples on her breasts stood fully erect from the slightly chilly air of the air conditioned locker room.  Lyssa couldn't help but stare at them.  They seemed so wonderful to her.

*****

“Mom, I want to get the implants.  The doctors all say I'm old enough, and the psych doc even says I'm ready for such a big step in my transition.”  Lyssa put on the petulant face of a 12 year old, which she had perfected in the 4 years since she had turned 12.

“You realize that if we do that, it'll mean moving to a new school again, and having to do it over the summer so that it won't be so obvious and you'll have time to recover from the surgery.”  Her mother looked about ready give in and agree.

“I know.  It isn't anything really.  I don't really like this school anyways.  Other than the volleyball team, I don't have any friends here.  I think they know anyways.  I am always having penis jokes made behind my back, and finding other things in my seat or by my lockers.  I think a new place would be a good idea.”  Lyssa switched from her petulant face to a very endearing smile.  “Please Mom?”

Her mother didn't instantly give in yet, so she pressed on.  “Besides, school is out in a week, I am already 18, and the Doctor said he could get me in the first week after school was out.”

“Ok,” replied her mother, “I'll call him and set up the appointment.”  She reached out and stroked Lyssa's cheek.  “I couldn't have asked for a better or more beautiful daughter Lyssa.  One step closer.  My, you are getting to be so very grown up.”

Lyssa burst forward and reached her arms around her mother, smothering her in a giant hug.  “Thanks so very much Mom!”

*****

Lyssa grabbed a fresh pair of underwear, t-shirt, and shorts before she headed out of the room and to her bathroom.  After turning the water on, she stripped herself down and stared at herself in the mirror.  With thoughts of Whitney in her head, she began to run her hands along her body and across her breasts.  Her nipples immediately responded by getting hard as did her penny.

She was apparently moaning more loudly than she thought while pleasuring herself, because after only a couple minutes she heard a knock on the door.  “You ok in there?”

“Yes, fine, why?”  She was mortified.  Whitney was standing outside the bathroom door and had heard her.  Lyssa hadn't realized how into touching herself she had gotten.  Her penny stood at full attention gripped in one hand.  Color suffused her cheeks right then.

“Well you were making some awfully nice noises in there!”

“I was just…wait what?”

“I said it sounded like you were getting yourself off in there!”

Walking to the door, her erection leading the way, Lyssa opened the door a crack and peered out to see Whitney standing outside the door.  She was naked as a jay bird except for a smile that seemed to go from one ear to the other.  “What are you…”

“I thought maybe you'd like someone to wash your back for you!”  Whitney winked at Lyssa and posed herself in a very inviting way.

“I, uh, I'm not so sure that's a good idea.”  Lyssa couldn't help to keep her eyes from taking in every inch of her friends beautiful body.  Her erection plainly told the story of how much she wished Whitney would come in though.

She turned a little bit and started back down towards the bedroom.  “Well, if you don't want a beautiful girl to wash your back then…” she let her voice trail off in a seductive manner.

“It isn't that, I just have, body issues.”

“Why, you're perfect.  I've seen almost all of your body, and I can say, you're gorgeous.  I would love to place my hands all over your body, my lips too!”  She smiled and winked with her last sentence.

Lyssa sputtered a little not sure what to say.  Her friend wanted to get sexual, and Lyssa did too, very much so.  She just didn't know what would happen when Whitney found out about her penny.  “I'd like that.  I'd like very much to have you wash my back.  Your hands look like they are so soft.  Oh how I've thought about them caressing my skin, I just…”

“What, there isn't anything you could say, do, or show me that I would have a problem with.”

“I wouldn't be so sure about that.”

“Well, why don't you just let me in then, and I'm sure I can make whatever it is, feel so good you will never worry about it again!”

So Lyssa opened the door to the bathroom and stood there, naked.  Her erection was pointing up at Whitney's face, and her round breasts had hard nipples pointed at Whitney too.  Whitney gasped, but not in disgust, it was very plainly excitement.  “Oh, My, Gods!  You have a cock!”

She missed the inflection in the tone and assumed that Whitney was offended.  She tried to cover herself, placing one hand across her breasts and the other trying to hide her 9 inch cock, unsuccessfully.  “I'm sorry, I'm sure you won't ever talk to me again, but please don't go…”

Whitney interrupted the sentence by placing her lips onto Lyssa's and wrapping her arms around her friend.  Their bodies pressed tightly against each other.  Lyssa's arms were pinned between the two bodies, but that would soon be remedied.  After she parted their lips, Whitney said, “That's so friggin cool.  I have never had a girlfriend with a built in cock before!”

Lyssa blushed.  She couldn't believe this was happening.  Other than her mother, no one who knew about her penny had ever liked it before.  “You really like it?”

“Oh hells yeah.  Talk about the best of both worlds!”  Whitney leaned in and kissed her friend again.  As she kissed Lyssa, her hands began to run softly up and down her friends back.  Lyssa began to relax and loosen up.  She pulled her body back enough to free her hands and wrapped her arms around Whitney.  Pressing their bodies tightly together.

Whitney parted the kiss and stepped back a little, reaching down, she took Lyssa's cock into her hand.  “So, what do you call it?”

“Well, Mom always called it a penny, so that is what I called it.  I guess she thought penis would be too obvious to me when I got older.  As it was, I didn't really figure it out until I was in 7th grade.”

Slowly she stroked her hand up and down the shaft of the cock as Whitney replied, “Well, I like that, but I hope you don't mind, I am a bit of a dirty girl, and I like the word cock.  For me, I want you to call it a cock from now on.”

“Ok.”

Whitney bent down and kissed the tip of Lyssa's cock as her hand continued stroking the shaft.  Then she began to flick her tongue against the tip of it.  Lyssa moaned and reached a hand out to run through Whitney's hair.  Whitney then took the head of the cock into her mouth and slowly circled her tongue around it.  Sliding more of the cock into her mouth she soon had the whole length in her throat before pulling back off and lightly kissing the tip again.  “How was that?”

“Oh my that felt good, I have never…”

“It's ok honey, I don't mind that you're a virgin.  Because after today, you won't be.”  Whitney smiled as she took the cock into her mouth again and began to slide it into her throat again.  Her head began to bob up and down on the thick cock, occasionally taking it deep throat.

Lyssa's moans got louder and louder and it was all she could do to stay standing upright while her cock was being sucked on.  Her hands drifted through her friends hair.  She wasn't guiding, just enjoying.  Her knees began to feel week as she could feel an orgasm building.  However, that was when Whitney pulled the cock out of her mouth and stood up.  “Um, so nice.  I'd never have thought you had a cock, let alone such a long and thick one.  We don't want you to cum yet though.  I want to feel your cock in my pussy!”

“Really?  Oh wow this is so amazing.”  She felt so stupid after she made that comment, just like someone who hadn't had sex before, which she hadn't.

Seeing her friend blushing again, Whitney said, “Don't worry hon, every one is a bit off their first time.  I'm not worried about it.”  She smiled and leaned in to kiss her friend again.  “But first, I want want you to eat my pussy.”  When she saw the look of hesitation on her Lyssa's face she said, “Don't worry hon, I'll guide you through it.  I promise you'll like it!”  

With that she climbed onto the counter and spread her legs open.  She placed her hands on the insides of her thighs and stroked up and down them.  “This is a pussy.  I don't mean like they teach us in sex ed though.”

 She moved one hand up to point at her pubic hair, “I have my hair trimmed into what is called a landing strip.  Some say it is to guide some one here.” she says moving her finger down to her pussy.  “The labia are so sensual, and sensitive.  When you eat my pussy, start by just running your tongue up and down my labia.”

 Using two fingers she spread the labia open revealing her clitoris.  “Here's my clit.  Very, very sensitive.  Sucking on this'll make a girl cum fast.  However, you want to be gentle and work your way to it slowly.  It is easy to overstimulate the clit and turn the pleasure into pain.”

 Next she slid a finger into her hole, “And here's where your cock'll go.”  She took her finger out and stuck it in her mouth, sucking on it like a lollipop.

Lyssa bent down and slowly took her tongue down the left thigh until it glided across the labia.  Whitney gasped in pleasure and reached up a hand to grasp Lyssa's auburn hair.  Gently she guided Lyssa's head and tongue between her legs so that soft slow gentle strokes of the tongue coated her labia.  Whitney's pussy was getting very wet, both from her friends tongue and her growing excitement.

Each moment the tongue closed in on the clit.  Removing a hand from Lyssa's hair, Whitney spread her labia open, exposing her clit.  “Flick your tongue against it dear.”  Lyssa happily complied.  With each flick on the tongue a moan escaped Whitney's lips.  “Suck it Lyssa.  Suck on my clit.”

She did, and soon, Whitney was moaning loudly as her clit was being suckled.  “Put a finger in my pussy,” she prompted.  Again Lyssa quickly obeyed.  The finger plunged in and out of the pussy as the lips suckled on the clit.  

Whitney cried out as her first orgasm coursed through her body.  A gush of vaginal fluids poured from her pussy coating Lyssa's face.  Lyssa pulled back quickly, not realizing what had happened.  “What was that?”

“That was my orgasm dear.  I'm a squirter.  That one wasn't very powerful, but I'm sure you'll get better at it.”

“A squirter?”

“Yes, some women have such powerful orgasms that they literally squirt with them.  Squirting is the holy grail of female orgasms.  For your first attempt, that wasn't bad.  I wasn't even sure I'd get that much of an orgasm.”

Blushing seemed to be becoming a habit for Lyssa, but she didn't really mind.  Whitney slid off the counter and stood before Lyssa and stroked her cheek.  “Now, I want to feel your cock inside my pussy!”

“Ok”

Whitney turned around and bent over onto the counter.  She was also 5'8″ tall, so everything was just at the right height for Lyssa.  Inexpertly Lyssa came up behind Whitney and placed the tip of her cock against Whitney's pussy and started to push it in.  Whitney's pussy was so wet from the recent orgasm that Lyssa's thick cock slid in quite easily.  Both of the girls moaned as the thick cock slid inside.  “Wow that feels good Whitney,” said Lyssa.

“Glad you like it!  Now, slowly at first, start pulling it out and pushing it back in!”  Lyssa did as she was told, and slowly the cock slid in and out of the dripping wet pussy.  “A little faster now.  That's it, more, faster, harder…” Whitney kept up her verbal coaxing as Lyssa's cock slid in and out of her pussy.  

However, this being her first time, it wasn't meant to last long and Lyssa's orgasm raced through her body.  Hot cum began to pump out of the end of her cock and deep inside of Whitney's pussy.  Lyssa held her throbbing cock inside of the wet pussy while her orgasm continued to rock her body.  Once the wave of ecstasy passed however, she quickly pulled her cock out.  “Oh no!  Oh my god!”

“Don't worry about it hon, I'm on the pill,” said Whitney as she stood up and turned around to face Lyssa.  “You're no longer a virgin either.  Happy Birthday!”

“Happy…Oh, I had totally forgot it was my birthday.”  Both girls giggled as the leaned in to kiss each other.  “Happy Birthday to you too!”

Chapter 4: Championship

The Texas State High School Volleyball Championships were being held at the University of Austin campus this year.  As such, they were playing in the largest gym that most of the girls had ever seen in their life.

It was the final round of the championships, and they only had one game left to play, provided they won tonight.  They had had a perfect season, sweeping all of their opponents in tournaments, and winning against all of their district schools.  The Dragon's were favored to win the State Championship.  They were however, playing game 6 of 7 tonight.  It was 3-2 in the tournament in favor of the Dragon's.  The team had lost only one other game in the championship tournament in the 3rd round.

All of the girls on the team were tired, but the conditioning that Coach Rendano had insisted on was beginning to pay off.  In the finals, they had lost the first two games.  Rallying to win the next three, they were poised to win the whole championship in a few more hours.  They were playing the Wildcats.  The Wildcats were definitely showing signs of fatigue in their play, making some of the simplest mistakes.  All of this had worked in the Dragons' favor.  Tonight the Dragons hoped to capitalize on that fatigue for the schools first ever state championship.

Lyssa and Whitney sat in their hotel room watching video from the Wildcats' season.  They were looking for more weaknesses they might be able to exploit in tonight's game.  They had been at this for over an hour when Lyssa finally stood up and stretched out her aching muscles.  “I can't watch any more of these videos.  We have viewed them all at least 5 times it seems.  If we haven't learned what we need by now, we aren't going to learn anything else.”

“So, what do you suggest we do then?” replied Whitney.

“I don't know, lets go out and walk around the city.”

“Alright.”

Whitney wore a pair of jeans, a baby blue t-shirt, and her Dragon's team jacket as she walked out of the hotel room.  Lyssa was wearing a pair of black jeans and a red blouse.  She seemed to tolerate cooler temperatures much better than most people so she didn't wear a jacket or a sweater as she left.

When they reached the lobby, Coach Rendano was just coming back into the hotel.  “Afternoon ladies.  Where are you two off to?”

“Just going out Coach, trying to shake off the boredom,” said Whitney.

“Going out to look around,” replied Lyssa.

“Don't go too far, and don't get yourselves into trouble.  The bus leaves here at 5, make sure you are here.  Game time is 6.”

They both replied, “Yes Coach.”

*****

VICTORY!  SWEET VICTORY!  The Dragons were this years Texas State High School Volleyball champions.  It was a very auspicious beginning to Coach Rendano's career at this school.  It was also a very welcome achievement for the large amounts of hard work and effort they had all put forth this season.

The hotel owners were a little put out as the girls came back to hotel shouting, screaming, carrying on, and generally celebrating their major accomplishment in a boisterous manner.  The noise level on their floor was such that folks on the floors both above and below theirs were calling the front desk to complain.

Finally, Coach Rendano, her assistants, and the other chaperones on the trip were able to corral the girls and get them all settled down.  It was a little after 10 PM by the time this had been achieved.  In an informal meeting held in the hallway of the hotel, Coach Rendano began to address the girls.  “Wow! What a magnificent season you ladies had this year.”  A hearty cheer greeted these quiet words delivered by the coach.  “However, you ladies need to rest.  Tomorrow is the banquet and awards presentation dinner.  I want you all to get a good night's sleep so that you may all be the beautiful well behaved young ladies that I know you can be.  So, without any further adieu, please retire to your rooms and get some sleep.”  Coach Rendano watched as all the girls retired to their respective rooms.  She retired to her own room for the night as well.

Lyssa stripped down to a black thong that had a silver heart emblazoned on the front, readying herself for bed. 

Whitney had also stripped down to a pair of pink and purple panties trimmed with black lace.  They had black bows on the sides and a pair of hands holding a heart on the butt.  She eyed Lyssa's nearly naked body over and smiled.  “You are so very beautiful my love.”

Blushing, Lyssa replied, “Thank you.  You are gorgeous too you know.”

“I know, but I like to hear you say it too.”  She smiled and wiggled a finger at Lyssa, beckoning her to come over.  Lyssa quite willingly obliged.  The only thing that she enjoyed more than volleyball was spending time with Whitney, especially if they were making love.  She found too, that she really enjoyed taking direction from Whitney, and Whitney seemed more than happy to give direction.  “I brought something with me in my bag.  Something we have talked about over the past couple weeks, and I thought that with us having won the championship, we should try it out.”

Lyssa wasn't sure what she was referring to.  It certainly wasn't what she had thought Whitney was going to say.  “Ok, shall I get this item for you?”

“Yes you shall, and you shall bring it to me and put it on me, my pretty little princess.” 

Lyssa loved it when she was called by little pet names.  With an excited little giggle she went over to Whitney's bag and began to dig through it.  “What exactly am I…” her voice trailed off and she stood their with her mouth hanging open.  Before her in the bag was a purple strap-on dildo.  It wasn't huge.  It probably wasn't even as big as her own cock was.  However, the conversation that Whitney had alluded to earlier came flooding back to her.

They had been having dinner at the local Chili's when Lyssa had revealed she wanted to have Whitney fuck her in the ass someday.  They had discussed getting a dildo and having Whitney wear it around all day dressed like a boy.  They would basically go on a date and Whitney would be the guy.  After the date, they would go back to Whitney's house and then use the dildo in Lyssa's ass.  Just thinking about it was causing her cock to get hard.

“Oh my gosh!  I can't believe you actually got one!”

“I know it isn't exactly how we had talked about doing this.  However, I thought that celebrating our victory tonight with it would be a great way to break it in.”

Lyssa pulled the strap-on out of the bag and walked up to Whitney, kneeling before her.  “Oh, I think that it is going to be absolutely wonderful.”  She leaned forward and began to kiss Whitney's stomach.  Laying the strap-on on the ground next to Whitney's feet, she reached up and began to pull those pretty panties off of her lover.

“Leave them,” said Whitney, “for now.”

Lyssa did so, picking the strap-on back up off the floor.  One leg at a time, she fed the toy onto her lovers legs and slid the harness up the body.  Quickly she had the harness cinched down and properly seated around Whitney's pelvis.  “How does that feel,” asked Lyssa.

“Mmmm, very nice.  Now, I want you to give me a blow job!”

Lyssa stayed on her knees and grasped the rubber cock in her hand.  She brought her mouth to the tip of it and began to lightly kiss the tip, much as Whitney had done during their first sexual encounter together.  To enhance the visual aspect of the blow job, because obviously the cock couldn't feel anything,
Lyssa began to run her tongue around the tip of the dildo before she plunged a portion of it into her mouth.  She began to bob her head up and down the rubber cock, looking up into the eyes of her lover.

“Good girl,” cooed Whitney.  As Lyssa was taking the cock into her mouth, she reached a hand out and began to run her fingers through Lyssa's hair.  “Such a pretty mouth you have there.  It looks so good wrapped around my purple cock!  That is right, keep sucking it.  Mm, just like that.”

As she continued to perform oral sex on the dildo, Lyssa wrapped her hands around to the back of Whitney's legs and began to stroke her finger tips up and down the back of her thighs.  As she came up to the buttocks, she began to massage the taught round ass cheeks.

“Oh that feels so very nice Lyssa my pretty!.  I want you to take your panties off now.”

Lyssa complied, stripping the black thong off using one of her hands.  She managed to keep the rubber cock in her mouth the entire time as she went awkwardly from one knee to the other while removing the article of clothing.  She was really getting into sucking the cock now and was beginning to take the whole length into her mouth, making slurping noises each time she drew the shaft out.

“Mm, such a beautiful girl you are Princess.  You can stop now.  I want you to go lay down on the bed there, and spread your legs wide open for me.”

Without taking a moment for thought or hesitation Lyssa went over to the bed in their room.  She laid down on her back and spread her legs open into the splits.  The pucker of her anus sat just below her scrotum hanging from the base of her large cock.  She had one hand on her breasts, stroking and massaging them and the other grasping her cock firmly, squeezing and kneading the thick shaft.

Whitney had returned to her bag and from a side pocket pulled out a large tube of lubrication.  “Wouldn't want your first time getting fucked in the ass to be unpleasant now would we?”  Smiling she brought the lube over to Lyssa.  “Both hands on your breasts please.  I will take care of the gorgeous piece of meat myself.”

Again Lyssa complied, now using both her hands to play with her own breasts.  Whitney squeezed out a large dollop of lubrication into her left hand.  Snapping the top back onto the tube of lube, she tossed it to the edge of the bed.  It remained close enough that she could easily grab it again if needed, but it was far enough away that it shouldn't get in the way.  Lightly she rubbed her hands together to gently warm the lube up before she began to slather it on Lyssa's asshole.  “How does that feel?”

With a gentle pleasure filled moan Lyssa replied, “Mm, so very nice.”

“I am going to start with just a finger,” which Whitney matched with the action of sliding a finger into the waiting anus.  The finger easily slid into the sphincter, eliciting a deeper moan from Lyssa who instinctively clenched the muscles of her ass at the intrusion.  “Relax my dear.”  She stroked the inner thigh of Lyssa's left leg with her free hand.  “There you go, relax and let it glide in and out.”

It was only a couple minutes before the finger was sliding in and out of the ass so easily that Lyssa was moaning quite joyfully.  “Ok, I am going to add a second finger now.”  Again Whitney matched her words with action bringing another pleasured moan from Lyssa, this one almost a gasp.  “Good girl, don't tense up, just stay relaxed.

Another couple of minutes passed and finally Whitney withdrew her fingers from the ass.  “Mm, did you like that Princess?”

“Oh yes my love, very much so!”

“Good,” said Whitney, standing up fully next to the bed.  “Now let's try the strap-on.”  Sidling up to the side of the bed, she took the dildo and gently placed the tip against Lyssa's anal sphincter.  Applying gentle pressure she began to slide the head of the rubber cock on.

Lyssa grunted in a pained manner and her face didn't look to pleasured at the moment.  Easily deducing what was wrong, Whitney withdrew the head of the dildo and reached over to grab the bottle of lube again.  “Sorry my dear, must have used it up with my fingering your ass.”

Lyssa giggled as she watched more of the lube getting squirted into Whitney's hand.  She cooed in pleasure as it was applied to her asshole again.  Whitney also applied a generous amount to the shaft of the strap-on to ensure a completely easy glide into the anal orifice this time.

“Let's try this again shall we.”  Again she brought the head of the strap on to the sphincter and began to push it in gently.  A mighty gasp escaped Lyssa's lips as the dildo penetrated into her asshole.  Slowly, the cock slid into the opening, right up to the hilt.  Whitney bent down over her lover, holding the shaft buried deep in Lyssa's ass and kissed her gently on the lips.  “There you go Princess.  I will just leave it there for a moment so you can get used to it being there.”

Nodding with a mixture of profound relief and sexual bliss on her face, Lyssa returned the kiss she had just received.  She took her hands from her own breasts and wrapped her arms around Whitney, drawing her in closer.  A pair of tongues darted past two pair of lips to meet between their mouths.  Softly and gently they played against each other, soft moans escaping from each of the girls.

Taking advantage of the distraction brought on by the kissing, Whitney began to pull the strap-on back out of Lyssa's ass.  A slight tensing of the body was the only indication Lyssa gave that she had felt it pulling back out.  Once it was pulled almost completely out, Whitney began to push the rubber cock back into her lovers ass.

Receiving the rubber dildo in her ass was getting easier with each stroke, and soon she was panting and moaning with each thrust.  Lyssa continued kissing her girlfriend, sliding her tongue against the others lips.  Each thrust was coming a little faster and harder. 

Whitney bent back up to an erect position, grasping Lyssa's thighs and pulling her into the thrusts now.  She released one of the thighs and took a hold of Lyssa's thick meaty cock.  How good the real one felt to her over a rubber one.  Vigorously she began stroking the shaft.  Enough lubrication was still on her hand to make it glide easily up and down.  Her hand was going from the base all the way to the tip of the real cock at almost the same rhythm and pace the strap-on slid in and out of Lyssa's ass.

It didn't take long for Lyssa's moans to become cries of painful ecstasy as her ass was being pounded.  Neither girl gave much thought to the noise they were making together though, since they were both so deeply involved in the sex.  With the dildo sliding in and out of her ass and a lubricated hand gliding up and down her cock, Lyssa began to shoot her cum all over herself and the bed.

As the first jet of cum erupted from the end of the cock, Whitney pulled the strap-on completely out of her lovers ass and bent down quickly to suck on the head of the cock.  She wanted to taste her lovers cum, because it was always so good.  The third and fourth throb of the cock brought forth jets of cum directly into Whitney's mouth.  The first and second had fallen onto Lyssa's stomach and the bed.

Once the orgasm was past, Whitney playfully licked the head of Lyssa's cock a couple times before climbing up onto the bed and laying next to her.  She traced her fingers through the cum on the stomach, “Was it good for you?”

Panting out her reply, Lyssa said, “Absotively!”

“Posilutely,” replied Whitney.

The girls lay there together, cuddling and making pillow talk until they both fell asleep, neither one having cleaned themselves up.

Chapter 5: Graduation

“Hurry up Lyssa dear.  We are going to be late!”

“I'm coming Mom.  Just one more minute ok.”  Lyssa looked in the mirror one final time to ensure her make-up wasn't smudged and her hair was properly in place.  She turned and grabbed the bag that held her graduation gown and cap in it and slung it over her left shoulder.  She was wearing a royal blue taffeta evening gown.  She had only worn it one time before, for the volleyball championship dinner.  The dress was strap less and had rhinestone decoration over the left breast.  The hem of the dress stopped at the level of her knees.  It clung to every curve of her body, accentuating the beauty of her athletic body.  A pair of royal blue strapped sandals with a 3 inch heel and royal blue nail polish finished off her ensemble.

She hurried down the stairs and met her mother at the door.  “Ok, ready!”  Lyssa couldn't have been very much more excited.  Certainly this was as big an occasion as winning the state volleyball championship.  Jitters ran through her entire body, much as they had the first time her and Whitney had fucked each other.

The plan was to pick Whitney up on the way to the graduation.  She couldn't wait to see her best friend and lover.  School had actually been out for a week and the two girls hadn't been able to see each other over that time.  Whitney had been out at North Texas Community College touring the campus and preparing for the following school year.  Lyssa had gone to the Texas A&M campus and looked around.  She too was getting ready for the following school year.

Neither of the girls was happy that they wouldn't be going to the same schools.  However, Lyssa had always wanted to be an Aggie, for as long as she could remember.  When she received a full sports scholarship for volleyball, that dream became a reality for her.  Whitney wanted to get into the IT careers and felt that NTCC would be a good place to get her degree and move on from there.  Of course, they would still have summers together.  That much would make it all more bearable.  That and emails, letters, phone calls, and holidays.  Being apart was going to be hard, but not unbearable.

Lyssa did a little pirouette on one foot as her mother looked her over.  “Oh honey, you look absolutely beautiful.  I am glad you went with the blue.  It really brings out your eyes.  It will also match your cap and gown.  Got it with you?”

“Yes Mom,” she answered holding up the bag she had slung over her shoulder.  “I wouldn't forget it.”

“Good, now let's go get Whitney.”

“Thanks Mom,” said Lyssa as she kissed her mothers cheek on the way out the door.  The drive over to Whitney's house took about 5 minutes and was filled with idle chatter.  They talked a little about the past year, and little about the coming year.  They even talked about ceremony and what they thought would be in it today.

Whitney was waiting in her doorway and walked out to the car as soon as they pulled into the driveway.  She waved at Lyssa's mother then walked around to Lyssa's side of the car.  Her black dress shown with sparkles from the inset silver threads glinting in the sun.  Whitney wore her hair tied into her customary pigtails.  Sheer black stockings came from under the hem of her dress that stopped about mid-thigh and went down to her black high heel pumps.

Lyssa rolled down her window and and leaned out a little as Whitney leaned down.  Their lips met right above the door frame and a hand from each girl reached out to touch the others cheek.  Kissing each other was always a sure fire way to get their blood boiling, and this of course wasn't the time for that.

“Alright you two, that is quite enough of that.  I am sure you will get plenty of whatever the two of you do together tonight at whatever party you are going to.”

Parting their kiss with a giggle, Lyssa replied “Oh Mom.”  She didn't say anything else.  Whitney got into the car right behind Lyssa so that she could play with the long auburn hair.  She didn't disturb the do, but she did run her fingers up under the back of the hair to the nape of Lyssa's neck and gently rubbed her fingers there while they drove down the road.

Luckily they where close to the coliseum where the graduation was being held.  Between the plethora of traffic heading towards the coliseum, and the regular traffic on the road, it took them 20 minutes to get there when normally it wouldn't have taken ten.  It was a good thing that Lyssa's mother had been so insistent about leaving as early as they did.  When they arrived they only had 10 minutes to find their seats and settle in.

“I am so proud of you Lyssa.  You did real good you know.”  Lyssa's mother hugged her before she turned and went up to the stands where the families were sitting.

Smiling and hugging her mother back she answered, “Thanks Mom.”  

Taking Whitney's hand in hers the two girls made their way into the floor of the coliseum.  All the teachers and administrators for the school were ushering students around getting them all settled in and in their proper places.  Whitney's last name was Boxx, so she was near the front of the coliseum.  Lyssa however was a Ryvendale and was towards the rear of the floor seating.  As the teachers directed them away from each other and told them to get their robes on, the girls gave each other a quick but impassioned kiss before heading to their respective places.

When Lyssa reached her place she set her bag on the seat and with much bustling and bumping of the students around her who were also preparing their last touches for the ceremony, she donned the blue graduation gown and cap.  Her gold tassel for graduating with honors hung from the side of her cap, ready to be moved once she had crossed the stage.  Finally she sat down and prepared for the ceremony to begin.

*****

“We're going out with some of the girls Mom,” Lyssa called back up to the house about 8:30 as her and Whitney went out to her car.

“Be careful and have fun honey.  Whitney, don't go getting my daughter into any more trouble tonight won't you?”

“As much trouble as I can find Mrs. Ryvendale.  As much trouble as I can find.”

With a quick kiss the girls parted to either side of the metallic purple Pontiac.  They entered the car, buckled themselves in and headed out to Sandra's house.  They had actually spent a bit of time calling her Sandra so that it would be more natural when they arrived tonight.

Of all the times they had had sex with the coach, they had never actually been to her house.  Sandra had given them the address and directions before they left the graduation.  It took them about 20 minutes to find the house.

Sandra lived in a small ranch style home with brick veneer instead of aluminum siding.  The trim was painted a white with blue being the main color for the remaining exterior woodwork.  Lyssa pulled the grand am into the drive way while Whitney confirmed they were at the right place.  They had indeed found the correct house.  With great excitement for what was in store, they got out of the car and headed up to the house.

Whitney reached the door slightly before Lyssa and reached out to ring the doorbell.  She gazed at Lyssa and remarked how beautiful she was.  Lyssa was wearing a red and white blouse with a pair of black shorts.  The only make up still on her face was eye liner, mascara, and lip gloss.  She wore a more practical pair of sandals with a one inch heal on them.

Lyssa thanked Whitney for the compliment.  Sandra had told them to dress comfortably, they wouldn't be in their clothes very long anyway.  Lyssa reached up and ran a hand through one of Whitney's pig-tails and returned the compliment.  Whitney's attire consisted of a black t-shirt with an oriental dragon wrapped around a sword on the back, a pair of jean shorts, and white tennis shoes with pink trim that she wore without socks.

They hadn't been standing there long when the door opened into Sandra's house.  Both girls took an extra second to take in each others beauty before turning to their hostess for the night.  What they saw took there breath away.  Sandra was standing before there wearing a vinyl outfit.  The top was a red corset with black trim that neatly showed off her cleavage.  It also accentuated the curves in her athletic torso.  Beneath that she wore a black vinyl mini skirt that didn't leave a whole lot to the imagination.

Immediately Lyssa's cock grew hard between her legs.  Whitney felt herself getting wet between her own legs.  Sandra smiled as she addressed the two girls.  “Come in please.  Leave all your clothes here at the door.”

Both girls crossed into the threshold into the house while Sandra closed the door behind them.  Without asking question they both began to strip right there in the foyer, dropping their shorts and shirts in a pile by the door.  Whitney had not worn any underwear, feeling that it would just delay the inevitable of getting naked anyway.  Lyssa wore a maroon thong to hold her cock where it was supposed to stay.

“Leave your shoes too, and follow me.”  The girls kicked off their footwear and padded off after Lyssa who went into the living room and turned down the hallway they assumed led to bedrooms.  Sandra stopped in the hallway outside a closed door.  “The next door is the bathroom, if either of you need it, please ask.  The last door there is my bedroom, were we'll retire after we are done.”

Both girls nodded their understanding.  “In here is my playroom,” Sandra said as she opened the door she was standing outside of.  As the girls looked inside they say a menagerie of sexual implements and apparatus.  A swing hung in one corner of the room.  A pole for exotic dancing was in another with a mirror behind it.  In the middle of the room stood a masseuses table.  A St. Andrew's Cross also stood in the room.  Various and other bits of equipment were spread around the room that complimented the items already listed.  “I've noticed that you two already have a bit of a Domme and sub relationship.  Though you may not yet realize it.  Lyssa, you have naturally been quite subservient to Whitney who was your first teacher in sex.  It also suits your nature off the court to be a follower.”

“Whitney, you have naturally assumed the dominant role in the relationship, being the more sexually and socially experienced partner.  Tonight, I thought that I'd give you a taste of a full BDSM session.  I won't do anything that will hurt you permanently.  Nor will I do anything that either has any objections too.  I do want you to be able to experiment in a safe and controlled manner with an experienced person for your first time.”

The smiles on their faces was all the encouragement Sandra needed to continue.  “Whitney, you'll be sub to me tonight, but still over Lyssa.  You'll be like my assistant.  Lyssa, you're going to be bottom.  We will give you instructions and directions.  You'll be rewarded for obedience, and punished for defiance.  Are there any questions yet?”

Neither of the girls asked anything.  “Our safe word tonight is Armageddon.  You're to use that word whenever you want something to stop completely.  Otherwise, all things done and said tonight will be considered to be part of the scene and not affect what we may be doing.  Is that clear to you two?”

Again both girls asked no questions, and they nodded their understanding.  Sandra pointed to the closet on the far side of the room, “I have a large selection of fetish clothing in that closet.  Whitney, I want you to take Lyssa in there, pick an outfit out for her.  Put the outfit on her, then find one for yourself and put it on.  When you are both dressed come back out here.  Oh, and Whitney, Lyssa doesn't get a say so in her choice of outfit.”  Sandra smiled so seductively at the girls with her last statement.

Whitney guided Lyssa across the room to the closet.  Her erect cock leading the way 9 inches in front.  They had of course discussed doing something like this with each other.  However, they really didn't have a way to implement it in their lives.  They hadn't ever even considered that Sandra might be into it as well.  As they entered the closet a plethora of colors, styles, and fabrics assaulted their eyes.

“Oh my,” exclaimed Lyssa!  “I can't believe this is happening.  This is so frigging cool!”

“Yes it is.  Now, I want something in purple for you.”  Whitney busied herself searching through the outfits.  Lyssa stood in the doorway of the closet idly stroking the shaft of her cock.  “Here we go!”

Whitney pulled a floor length gown from one of the racks.  It was a deep royal purple, halter top.  The tag inside said it was leather with a satin lining and  size 6.  It would fit Lyssa perfectly.  Hanging over the hanger with the dress was a matching purple thong.  Whitney took the thong from the hanger and handed it to Lyssa.  “There, put that on.”

From the room Sandra's voice called out, “I told you to dress her.  Not just to hand it to her.”

Whitney quickly took the thong back and hung the dress back on the rack.  She bent down in front of Lyssa holding the thong between her hands.  Lyssa placed one foot into the panties, then the other.  Next she pulled the thong up Lyssa's legs.  “Hmm, are we going to be able to put your cock away with such a mighty erection going on?”

“I can handle that part without hurting myself.”  Lyssa reached down and deftly tucked things back between her legs.  Whitney finished pulling the thong into place then stood up and smiled.

“Maybe I should leave you just like that.”  She giggled a bit then reached for the dress.  Unzipping the back she assisted Lyssa in stepping into the dress.  Guiding her arms through the halters she settled the dress into place and zipped up the back again.  She smiled and said, “Turn for me.”

The skirt of the dress while floor length allowed for very little movement of the legs.  It was a hobble skirt designed for such limited movement.  Lyssa did her best to turn, only loosing balance once as she did so.  She definitely wasn't used to having so little movement in her legs.  “Beautiful!”

Turning back to the racks Whitney searched for an outfit for herself.  She found something she liked in a beautiful scarlet trimmed in black.  It was an Asian style dress made of silk.  After she had donned the dress, it barely went low enough to cover her ass.  However, it hugged her curves tightly, accentuating her breasts nicely.  She did up the frogs over the left breast and turned back to Lyssa.  “Shall we present ourselves to her now.”

Nodding assent, Lyssa led the way out of the closet and back into the room.  Lyssa was only able to move her feet about 8 inches with each step, but it didn't take long to get out into the room.

Sandra whistled as the girls exited the closet.  Unwittingly they had actually chosen two of her favorite outfits.  She stood up and motioned for Lyssa to head over to the St. Andrews cross.  “Stand up next to that.  Face the cross with your back to the room.”

Lyssa willingly complied.  Whitney helped her up the small step onto the cross.  “Whitney, please bind Lyssa's wrists in the shackles up there.”  As Whitney followed the instructions, Sandra reached into one of the toy chests and pulled out a rubber flogger.  She walked up behind Lyssa and showed the flogger to Whitney.

“I can use this to get many sensations, from a small stingy feeling to a deep thud as well.  I find it to be very versatile.  Lyssa, I am going to begin lightly.  I want you to say Armageddon when it gets too much for you.  Whitney, please stand here next to me.”  With that she began to swing the flogger against Lyssa's skin.  She began softly with gently swishes.  Each swing got a little quicker.  Soon she was whipping the many tails of the rubber whip quite rapidly.  Each stroke caused 1000 stinging sensations to Lyssa's back.

A few minutes into the whipping Lyssa was moaning quite loudly with each strike, but she still hadn't reached a threshold where it had become an unpleasant sensation.  Sandra stopped swinging the flogger and handed it to Whitney.  “Very good my dear.  Very good indeed.  I'm quite impressed.”  She stepped up and began to lightly rub Lyssa's back where the flogger had been so expertly used.  “Whitney, please place that back in that toy box there and get out the small spiked wheel.”

Whitney did as she was instructed and brought the object to Sandra.  It resembled a spur, but the points on it were exceedingly sharp.  “I want you to lightly run that up and down her arms and across her shoulders as I continue to rub her back.  Apply just enough pressure to get sensation, but don't cause blood.”

The spikes on the wheel rolled quite easily along the skin eliciting a slight “ooh” from Lyssa.  She sighed as Sandra massaged her back, relieving some of the sting from the flogging she had just received.

A few minutes later, Sandra stopped rubbing Lyssa back.  She bent down and grabbed the skirt of the leather dress and lifted it above Lyssa's knees.  “Lift your left foot.”  Lyssa brought the foot up into the air as she was told.  Sandra took a hold of the foot.  “Whitney, run that along the bottom of her foot.”

Lyssa was extremely ticklish on her feet.  Even though the spikes were sharp, the feeling they caused was like a prickly tickling sensation.  “Oh please no!  I can't stand that.”

Sandra turned and smacked the leather covered ass before her face.  “You don't get a say in this.  I want to do it, so it will be done.”

Biting her lip, Lyssa braced herself for what was about to come.  Whitney brought the little spur to Lyssa's foot and began to run it over the bottom of the foot.  Lyssa couldn't help herself and began to try to pull the foot away.  All the while she was trying to stifle a laugh.

“No laughing,” commanded Sandra as she firmly held the foot up for Whitney to torture with the insidious device.  The torture of the foot continued for a few more minutes before Sandra called a stop.  “Hmm, she sure did laugh a lot didn't she Whitney.  I believe she needs to be punished.  Please release her hands.”

Whitney turned and began to unshackle Lyssa's wrists.  Sandra let the foot back down to the floor and pulled the hobble back into its proper place.  After Lyssa was freed Sandra grabbed the flogger again and led the two girls out to the middle of the room.  “Bend over and touch your toes Lyssa.”

Lyssa did as she was told.  “Don't move.  If you do this well you'll have earned a reward.”  Sandra handed the flogger to Whitney.  “I want you to give her ten lashes across the ass.  Make sure to hit only the ass.  Make them count.”  The last she said as a whisper in Whitney's ears.

With a full draw on her arm, Whitney swung the flog forward.  The rubber ends of the flog collided with the leather over Lyssa's ass transferring their energy to the flesh beneath.  Lyssa jumped slightly, but otherwise didn't move.  She managed to stifle a moan.  Nine more times Whitney slapped the flogger against Lyssa's ass.  Each one bringing a louder moan.  On the last three, Lyssa cried out.  She took each swat without moving more than a small jump though.

“You may stand up straight now.”  Lyssa stood up stiffly.  Sandra came around to her front and placed her lips against Lyssa's.  Her hand snaked around and began to massage the ass through the leather.  After a minute their lips parted and the rubbing on the ass stopped.  “You did very well my dear.  I believe you have earned a reward.”

Sandra lay down on the massage table, hiking her mini skirt up and revealing her pussy.  She hadn't been wearing any panties beneath the skirt.  “I want you to lick my cunt.  Pay special attention to my clit while you are down there.”

Lyssa brought her face to Sandra's pussy and began to slide her tongue along the folds of the labia.  Running up and down.  Each time her tongue ran along the top it brushed the clitoral hood eliciting a small moan of pleasure from Sandra.

As Lyssa paid attention to her pussy, Sandra beckoned Whitney to her.  “Why don't you climb up here and sit on my face.  I want to eat your pussy while she is eating mine!”

Whitney was more than willing to comply, and she quickly clambered her way up onto the table.  She straddled Sandra's shoulders then squat down, bringing her own wet lips directly above Sandra's face.  Not having put any panties on herself, it was ready and waiting, no wrapping to remove.

Two tongues danced over very wet pussies.  Each one working in a different method, both of them giving the same pleasure though.  Soon, Sandra was moaning as she suckled Whitney's clit.  This extra vibration was enough to drive Whitney over the edge.  Her orgasm began to squirt all over Sandra's face, instantly drenching her.  Sandra, for her part, tried to drink it all in.

Sandra smiled, always loving when Whitney squirt so hard.  Her own orgasm was quite near.  Moaning rather loudly she let herself relax into the orgasm, clenching Lyssa's head between her thighs as she came.

All three women waited patiently.  Two were recovering from orgasms, and the third stood waiting for her next instructions.  It had been a good reward, in her opinion, and she hoped to earn more rewards soon.  Whitney had slid of to the side of massage table and was using it to keep herself upright.  Sandra laid there waiting till she had the strength to stand up again.

Finally, everyone was recovered enough to continue.  Sandra rolled up off the table and looked at Lyssa.  “I assume she's wearing the thong that goes with that dress,” she asked addressing Whitney.”

“Yes she is.”

“You should always include Mistress when you are addressing me in here.  That goes for both of you.”

“Yes Mistress,” they said in unison.

“Whitney, take her dress off, but leave the panties in place.”  Once Lyssa was standing before them wearing nothing but the leather thong, Sandra led them all over to the swing.  “Sit in the swing Lyssa.”

“Yes Mistress,” she answered as she complied.  It was a little tricky getting into the swing, but once she was, she hung before the two women, awaiting their pleasures.  “In that box over there, you'll find a couple of strap-ons Whitney.  Please put one on, and bring another to me.”

Whitney was quick to get into the indicated box and pull out a long thin realistic looking strap-on.  It took her a matter of seconds to have it secured in place.  As she was getting the strap-on ready, Sandra had gotten into her drawer of lube and brought over a nice large tube of KY jelly.

Holding the one she had picked out for Sandra before her, Whitney padded up beside Sandra and offered the strap-on to her.  Sandra looked at the long thick red rubber cock before her.  “Ooh, a nice choice.  I want you to put this on me.”  Whitney bent down and pulled the strap-on up Sandra's legs.

Fixing it in place, the two woman turned towards Lyssa hanging in the swing.  The two rubber cocks where poking out from under the hem of their outfits, both being rather short.  Together they walked up to Lyssa.  From a hook on the nearby wall Sandra pulled down a riding crop and began to run the tip of it over Lyssa's breasts.  She laid it flat over one of the nipples then gave a small quick flip of her wrist smacking the nipple.  Lyssa moaned out with the strike.

“Suck Whitney's cock for me Lyssa.  I want to see your pretty lips wrapped around that.”  Whitney moved to the head of the swing and Lyssa, now quite experienced at giving blow jobs to rubber cocks, took it in her mouth and began to work her lips and tongue over the shaft.  Taking the length into her mouth and sucking it hard.

As she watched the spectacle of this beautiful young girl sucking the cock, she began to rub the end of the riding crop over and around her breasts, stomach, and legs.  Occasionally she would flick her wrist striking Lyssa causing her to moan as her mouth worked the cock.  Her own cock was so hard it was stretching against the fabric of the thong, trying to find release.

Sandra could see the girls natural cock straining to be free.  She used the end of the riding crop to push the leather thong to the side allowing the cock to spring out.  The full 9 inches stood proudly straight into the air begging for attention.  Sandra ran the tip of the crop along the shaft of the cock then went back to running it over Lyssa's body, again with the occasional smacks to keep the girl honest.