Date: Tue, 07 Nov 2006 23:02:23 +1100
From: katie slutwhore <handjobexpert@hotmail.com>
Subject: Katie's Highschool Formal (lesbian, authoritarian I guess?)

Usual deal - don't read it if you shouldn't be!

My stories are kind of ongoing documenting of, um, stuff that happens to me
(with some of the ordinary, awkward 'is it in yet?' bits edited out), so if
you're reading this for the first time; some of the people you're going to
be reading about have been introduced and explained in previous stories.
Comments and conversation always welcome. Thanks to my msn buddies who offer
encouragement and critique, and as always much love and sloppy head to nifty
for hosting this stuff - Katie (handjobexpert@hotmail.com).

********************* PART ONE: GRATUITOUS SEX AND VIOLENCE

Whatever else I've told you about Jessica, I don't think I've mentioned that
she has one hell of a right hook, especially for such an anorexic looking
white girl. In fact the second one to my stomach had me doubled over at her
feet, fighting back the retches. And trying not to cum. She followed it up
with a booted foot to my stomach and again I heaved, this time spit and
gross stuff flying out of my mouth.

'What the fuck are you doing to my floor you stupid slut?!' she screamed.
Her hand twisted in my hair, which was hanging all loose. Grabbing a fistful
into a ponytail, she pulled me upright. Still drawing heavy, heaving breaths
I stumbled onto all fours, my face hidden by what hair she hadn't gripped,
hanging down. She pulled me over to the small puddle of spit and, giggling,
pushed me face-first into it. Most of it went in my hair. She kept
chuckling, 'I do this to my dogs when they piss inside you know...' she
said. I pushed myself upright. She now had one of her feet resting on the
back of my neck but she didn't stop me. My arms were shuddering under the
strain, my whole body felt like it had turned to jelly, shaking all over the
place with my head floating somewhere above it all. I was in heaven, this
was just exactly what I get off on. Taking a few deep breaths, I managed to
find my voice and my tone was unable to hide the smile on my face as I said
'that's probably because you're such a tremendous fucking bitch!'.

Jess actually laughed out loud at that one, and I couldn't suppress my
giggles either. The act was too much and I had to lower my head and
shoulders back to the floor, the effort of keeping up off the ground was
just too much for my trembling muscles. I felt the boot lift off my neck and
heard the sound of her heels clicking against the polished-board floor as
she walked to the other end of her bedroom. I didn't know what was coming
next and frankly didn't care. Jess knew how to keep the pressure up without
ever tipping me over the edge into 'okay this isn't fun anymore' pain and
degradation, and my tolerance is pretty high anyway. Suddenly the sound of
her feet changed, coming back towards me and faster, she was almost running
the five or six paces across her room to me.In boots too, talented! I knew
what was coming and tensed my stomach muscles against it but it was
basically like trying to stop an out of control freight train with a wet
rag. She swung her foot, I heard the whooshing noise as it sped through the
air, and the pointed leather toe connect with my stomach, just below my
belly piercing. I fell to the ground like a proverbial sack of shit, in the
space of a millisecond feeling my knees (ow) then my pierced tits (OW) then
my jaw connect with the floorboards, slamming my teeth together with an
audible click (OWW!). Everything went black for a second.

'Oh no you don't, you don't fucking give up until I'm done with you whore'
she said. The words registered in my mind but it took me a second to process
them, and a few more to start summoning up the strength to lift myself off
the ground. Not long enough for Jessica obviously. Pointed boot-toes entered
my field of vision from the right hand corner. A hand swept the hair from my
face, quite tenderly, and her warm breath glided over my neck as she
whispered in my ear, 'you okay baby?'. It took me a couple of gulps of air
to get the words out but I managed it; 'yeah, yeah I'm fine'.

No safe word.

'Good girl', she said, and kissed my cheek, then took my earlobe in her
mouth, biting gently, before standing up. I heard another whooshing sound,
this time higher-pitched, and felt her leather riding crop strike my ass,
once, twice, three times. The impacts were that familiarly wonderfully dose
of pain and pleasure, a quick sting then numb warmth spreading out from the
point the crop strikes the skin, as the blood rushed to the area. She leaned
down again and screamed in my ear 'THEN GET THE FUCK UP, GET ON MY FUCKING
BED AND LIE ON IT WITH YOUR HEAD OVER THE EDGE YOU DUMB PIECE OF SHIT!!'

With effort I pushed myself upright, then onto my knees. She gripped me
underneath the armpits and helped me to my feet, once sure I was steady, one
gloved hand enclosed around my throat, leaving just enough slack in the
pressure for me to breathe and speak. The other hand grabbed my jaw and
guided my head towards her, letting me gaze into her bright blue eyes. Sweat
dribbled down her face from her scalp, her cheeks were flushed and the
blonde hair hung limp, strands stuck to her damp skin in some places. She
gazed at me for a few seconds, and by now I had my balance and equilibrium
back, but knew enough that this was a game, a test, letting me know who was
in charge and that I should shut up and only speak when invited to. Finally
she said 'what are you?'

'A piece of shit'.

'And what am I?'

'A goddess'

'I am, aren't I?'

'Yes Jessica, you're a fucking dead set, pure-skinned, blue-eyed fucking
goddess and I wish I was made of porcelain so I could be your toilet and eat
your waste, which I bet tastes like delicious candy'.

She struggled to suppress a smile at that, and for that matter so did I. She
might be reminding me that she was in charge but I was reminding her that
she was only in that position because I, and my REAL Mistress, let her. 'Get
on the bed like I told you Katiewhore' she said, releasing her grip and
pushing me in the direction of the huge bed that dominated the room. We had
a couple of towels spread out and I re-arranged these before lying down on
them, my body was really in no state to come into contact with that freshly
laundered bedspread.

As I assumed the position ordered of me I took in another glance at Jess,
currently staring at herself in the mirror as she adjusted her long blonde
hair, gathering it together and tying it back. I've mentioned before how
gorgeous she is in that typical 'australian surfer girl' cliche way. Tall,
thin, blonde, skin pure as the driven snow, and all around total hottie. The
shopping expedition to Lucrezia and DeSade really paid off for her too: She
was wearing thigh high lace up black leather boots and matching gloves,
coming up past the elbows. A grey latex half corset left her tits exposed.
Her nipples, like mine, are recently pierced. She had a red armband on, and
on her head was a black peaked, military style hat. Her outfit had all about
it the vague air of fascism, of some nazi bitch dominatrix like Ilse, the
famed She-wolf of the SS.

Which isn't surprising if you've read 'Katie Vs. Jessica' and learned about
some of her, um, 'beliefs', but I've got to do the girl justice and talk
about the changes that have happened since then. Skip to the next paragraph
for more rooting. See it turns out that some of her family is pretty shitty,
which is where she was getting a lot of her bad attitude and stupid racist
shit from. She ended up moving in with a much cooler part of her family,
including her awesome older step-sister, after a whole lot of drama that
forced her to grow up a lot. She's now living in a place where things like
her natural desires for people with skin different to hers aren't preached
against as a matter of daily life. And to give her her credit she apologised
to a lot of people and did some pretty cool things to make up for almost six
years worth of shitty behaviour.  We've also had a few discussions about the
power relations of race and stuff like that; how we both get off on me
submitting to her when she was pulling all the nazi crap out, and how much
she gets off on submitting to older women who are outside of the
demographics of her experience (she has some HOT stories about her and an
indian immigrant woman, I'll see if I can write some up sometime). We both
agreed that was far too sexy for us to stop doing it but we removed a lot of
the overt stuff from it. She wears a plain red armband now, no swastika, and
makes me talk about how much I worship HER, instead of saying 'heil' or
whatever. Kinda like the Empire in Star Wars movies I guess, the implication
of fascism is there but the actual symbols and their awful historical
context are gone. Another surprising by-product of this is Jess and I are
actually becoming pretty good friends as well as (rough)lovers, but more on
that later. Back to the sex.

Me myself I was wearing a little outfit Jess herself had made for me. It had
started life as a white leotard, before scissors had gotten to it and cut
out holes for my ass, cunt and breasts. She'd actually done good work, I was
impressed. My back was covered but a rectangular cut-out let my big booty
hang free. The lycra then ran up between my legs, another triangular cut out
leaving my pussy free. Two holes in the chest for my big boobs and we were
talking. It had a very high collar too, which I find heaps sexy. Anything
around my throat, preferably tight, is sexy. Because the leotard was white
and we never washed it, it now featured stains of various off white and
yellow colours - dried spit, piss, girl cum, boy cum, a little bit of blood.

As Jess stomped over to me and stood straddling my head at the end of the
bed, facing away with her tight little bubble butt about level with my
mouth, I started to think that maybe she was going to follow through on the
threat she was always making about adding some brown to those stains.
Anticipation and nervousness shot through me like a drug as she started
lowering herself towards my face, and her gloved hands spread her butt
cheeks. But alas, no suck luck, she merely turned her asshole toward me and
yelled 'well go on cunt! Lick!'.

Well boy did I! Her ass tasted like stale sweat and ass juice. It was a
relatively warm afternoon and we'd been at it for a while. No mind, I love
the smell of sweat. And the taste of it. I rimmed her eagerly, hungrily,
licking around the puckered hole, stimulating it enough that it opened and I
could start to slip my tongue up in there. 'MMMM' She moaned, then taking a
fake american accent, drawled 'taawwws my salad baaaybe', like some dumbass
in a porno we'd watched the other week. I giggled then resumed my job,
licking that beautiful brown hole in that gorgeous, creamy white ass.

She started to rock back and forth, moaning and panting now. Her cunt was
almost level with my eyes as I lay on my back with my head upside down,
rimming her out. I reached up to grab her butt cheeks to hold her steady and
kept the pressure up on her, and as I did I felt her lean forward, and saw
two fingers go up between those meaty cunt lips, the hand positioned so I
knew a thumb was working her clit. All our pretence and game were lost now,
Jess just wanted to fucking cum. 'MMMM, shit, come on Katie, lick it babe,
get me off, oh yeeahhhhhh'. Wow we say dumb things when we fuck. Her fingers
were actually thudding into her hole, making wet, sucking, slapping noises.
She was beyond talking, and recognising what she needed I was just providing
constant, circular pressure in the one spot just below the actual opening of
her anus. Then the floodgates broke, she arched her back and shrieked, and
came, all over my face, my hair, and the floor. Her hips pistoned back and
forth and she kept rocking as I withdrew my tongue and rolled out the way.
She fell back onto the bed in the space I'd just vacated, her feet still on
the floor, her pelvis rocking, humping the air. Her hands were gripping her
tits, the nails leaving red and white marks where they were digging in, her
eyes were closed and the only noise she was making was a little 'yip, yip'
like an annoying dog. Cum was trickling from her cunt.

I just lay there, head propped up with one arm, staring, watching her
orgasm, knowing that it was only about 10% the stimulation just then, the
other 90% being from the few hours she'd spent this morning beating the shit
out of me and abusing me sexually. Hell I knew how it felt, I had one of
those cums building in me, aching for release too.

Eventually she came back to earth and saw me smiling at her. Languidly she
touched my face with her booted foot, murmured 'stop smiling at me bitch and
get up here' then scooted backwards to rest against her pillows. I joined
her at that end of the bed, cuddling up, an arm across the wonderful feeling
grey latex of her corset, head resting against her chest above her boobs, as
I felt her warm breath in my hair. My crotch, level with her thigh, was on
fire, and without even any conscious thought I found myself grinding against
her there, trying to get pressure in the right spot. Jess just giggled and
put an arm around me, holding me closer, enjoying the moment.

We lay like that for about five minutes before she gently pushed me away and
got up from the bed, leaning over to unlace her boots and start getting out
of that sexy, sexy outfit. 'Shit, I've gotta call the hairdresser' she said,
our fun clearly over in her mind. 'But, but, Katie, still horny, Katie,
pussy, need orgasm' I whimpered, gesturing towards my puffy, inflamed labia
and pouting. Turning to me she smiled and said 'oh you fucking whinger'.
Reaching under the bed she withdrew her vibrator and tossed it to me, then
resumed undressing. 'Finish yourself off, I've got more important things to
worry about than you'.



*********************PART TWO: THERE'S FRESH MEAT IN THE CLUB TONIGHT...

The important things she was talking about were the prettifying rituals we
were all indulging in to some degree or other that week. See it was that
oh-so-important (yawn) time of the highschool year: the formal. Or for you
americans, the prom, basically. Hell I'll admit I like getting girlied up
but usually that's with some hint of trashyness. I'm latina, big breasted,
big-assed and slutty, I just don't do that kind of classy beauty that comes
natural to the Jessicas of the world very well. But well, I did, and it was
sort of fun, I guess. A big thing for a lot of people at my school but by
this point I was just over it, wanting to get all this shit out of the way
and get started on exams so I could fucking finish already.

See I'm working two jobs now, at the restaurant and another one (more about
that in another story, maybe). My Mistress (my beautiful, beautiful goddess
whom I worship) is coming home in less than a month as I write this and I
CAN'T FUCKING WAIT. School to me, now, is just something to get the hell out
of the way.

But a night out is a night out I guess, even if it is a wednesday. And I
guess you could say it started for me and my bestie/lover Holly in my living
room. We were, naturally, doing lines of blow off the coffee table while
waiting for the limo to show up. How we got talked into this idea of
splitting a limo with a bunch of people to just go two suburbs over I've no
idea, but hell I intended to be so high that I could not possibly have a bad
time that night. And Hol and I were making a definite start, playing a game
that was actually inspired by that movie the rules of attraction (you know
when the two girls are taking it in turns to blast rails in the middle of
their conversation?. It's like that except we kiss in between each person's
turn. It's fun).

Especially because Holly, my gorgeous, slightly dykey Hallelujah (yes that's
her real name lolz!) looked fucking stunning tonight. She had on a sheer red
dress with faint gold patterns, it looked vaguely, well 'asian' I guess and
just accentuated her toned body and extremely long legs perfectly. Me, I
looked good too hey but I can't be bothered describing my dress. I wasn't
wearing underwear though!

We were interrupted mid tongue-wrestle by the beeping of the horn. 'Guess
that's them huh?' I said, and we gathered our shit and went out to meet our
friends.

The formal? Well, what can I say about it? If you've been to one you'll know
what it's like I guess. It was amusing to see everyone all prettied up,
including the teachers. It was extremely hot to see one of my music teachers
Ms. H, whom I've had a crush on all year, all hotted up. Open rumour around
school is that she's a lezzo, but has a girlfriend who she's extremely
faithful to. Bummer. Oh well, that's probably not legal lolz!

I don't think getting even higher in the bathroom was all that legal either.
But considering the rush now flooding through Holly, Jess and my systems, we
didn't give a shit. Holly Wordlessly dropped to her knees inside the cubicle
we'd all crammed ourselves into (god bless the disabled), lifted my dress
and began eating me. I sighed and leaned back against Jess, who started
kissing my neck where my done-up hair was lifted out the way, and gently
teasing my boobs through the dress. Suddenly Holly stopped, just as I was
starting to, you know, open up. 'What? Huh? Why for you stop eat me?' I
asked. 'Listen! I love this song!' came Holly's reply from between my legs.
OMG she was right! And we were back out on the dance floor.

And that's basically how the first part of the night went. The second part
was the part I'm sure you all wanted to read about much more; the after
party.

Taxi back to my place, back into our party clothes. The after party was
costume themed (Jess' doing). I was in my slutty police woman gear. Jess was
in a slutty nurse costume. Holly was just a slut (thank you, thank you, try
the fish!) lolz. Actually no she was playing on the long-going rumour about
her being a dyke and had her hair pulled up and tight athletic clothes on,
somewhere between Sporty Spice and that creepy PE teacher.

The after party was about the same I guess, except different venue, no
teachers and no parents. We pounded a bottle of vodka between us in the taxi
on the way over. My friend Kat was DJing so the music was much better and I
got down and extremely dirty on the floor with all my girls to The Rapture,
Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Feist and Q and Not U. The stuff we did while changing at
my place was REALLY kicking in at this point. Quite simply I was wasted,
horny and having the time of my life, and judging by the sweat, the leers,
the boners, the slightly glassy stares and the bumpin and grinding, so was
everyone else.

At some point, taking a break, sitting on the stairs with Jess, slyly
perving on Greg not so subtly fingering Cailey in the lobby while they made
out, passing another bottle back and forth, my head on her shoulder, I
realised I hadn't seen Holly in a while. The party by now was well and truly
raging. And of course it wasn't just our year 12 class, there being slightly
older guys and girls and people from other schools showing up as well. We
decided to head outside for a smoke and see if we could find her and find
out what her deal was. Right about now I was feeling the need to bail. Kat
had finished her DJing and was offering me a lift back and I wanted to find
Holly and anyone else who wanted to come back to my place and get our own
little party happening.

Walking around the back of the hall I heard moaning and grunting. Jess
looked at me and I could see her grin in the dark as she whispered
'psssssssssttt, you hear that?'. She, like me, was kinda wasted by now and
we stumbled a little as we followed the sound to it's source. There, lit by
street lamps and hidden behind the dumpsters was Holly, on her knees. A dick
in her mouth, one in her left hand, another in her right, and a couple of
others in the hands of two more guys watching on. I recognised them vaguely
from one of the other schools in our area, two of the guys were in a pop
punk band who I'd seen before and frankly they're shit, but they're nice
boys. The others though? No idea. You have to understand though that my
Hallelujah is like, 70, 80 per cent lesbo. Seeing her doing in a circle of
five guys, doing the Ava Devine Routine, with guys she barely knew, was
unexpected.

But not un-hot! Jess and I watched her switch around for a few minutes
before one of the guys noticed and was like (typically) 'wanna join in?'. A
couple of others turned and one panicked, trying to stuff his cock back in
his pants. Holly looked up and saw us both there, grinning, and laughed back
at us, wiping stray saliva trails off her face.

'You okay here honey? We're going to head back to mine, are you right for a
ride?' I asked.

'Oh yeah, I think me and some of these boys are going to find another place
to go' she replied, giving a dark-haired, particular cutie in a shitty
pirate costume (YYAAAWWWWWNN) a hooded-eyed, slutty look. I just laughed,
said 'okay, be safe and see you tomorrow' and grabbing Jess, who hadn't said
anything at all and had been staring slackjawed at all the cock on display,
dragged her back around to find our ride.

The thing is Holly and I have a code phrase. 'Are you right for a ride?'
can, depending on the situation, mean 'are you looking for an excuse to
escape this guy who's hitting on you?' to 'do you have enough condoms and do
you want me to call and check in with you at some point?'. Holly was
obviously sorted out and planned to get herself gang banged, and frankly
there was no other person on this earth that I'd trust to look after herself
more in that kind of a situation.

Eventually we said our drunken goodbyes and Jess, Kat and I piled into Kat's
hatchback and made it back to my bungalow. I was sobering up a little bit
but frankly all the party drugs and alcohol had just built a raging urge for
an orgasm in me. The only thing keeping my hands off Jess was the distance
from the front passenger seat to the back in Kat's car, and it certainly
didn't stop me molesting Kat while she tried to drive. We all made our way
inside my place in various states of sobriety, and Jessica headed off to the
bathroom to pee. We'd known since before we left what was going to happen,
none of us needed to talk about it. Kat and I were making out on my bed
within five seconds, her shirt was off in ten and my boobs were out and
pressed against hers as she lay on top of me within 11. We rolled around,
kissing, licking, biting, and at some point while I was on top I felt a
mouth biting and nipping at my butt, and realised that Jessica had joined us
from the bathroom.

If you've had lezzie sex before you know what this kind of stuff is like.
Rolling around, kissing, hugging, laughing, touching, stroking, licking,
stopping to laugh some more. We kept that up for nearly an hour between the
three of us before hornyness really started to assert itself. During one
giggle break Kat got up and, swigging from yet another Vodka bottle, rooted
around under my bed and started throwing toys on the bed. A strapon. A
second strapon. Spreader bar and manacles for my legs. Handcuffs. A collar
and chain.

To describe what will happen next would take far too much time and there's
something I want to watch on TV soon. Let met put it this way: I was on my
back/half upright. My hands were cuffed above my head to the bedhead rail.
My throat was held in place via the collar and the chain. My legs were
spread as far as they could go. Kat and Jess spent time teasing me, licking
my boobs, licking each other, taking it in turns with one riding my face and
the other teasing my pussy. Kat licked my toes while Jess alternated between
teasing me with my cat (the whip, NOT my tabby, Meatwad) and flogging my
breasts. At some point Holly stumbled in, cum stains down the front of her
singlet top. She crashed out in a beanbag in the corner and just watched the
show through lidded eyes, hand idly working in her pants. It ended with Kat,
wearing one of the strapons, kneeling in front of me and lifting my body
forward, placing my still bound legs on her shoulders, and taking me up the
ass. Jess somehow mounted me and managed to get in the triangular gap formed
by my legs, getting her strapon into my cunt. We lost it at that point, all
fucking with wild abandon, Jess and Kat setting up a one in/the other out
pistoning motion into my body, Jess's hands balancing her position resting
on my tits, Kats hands groping Jess from behind, even Holly in her corner
was masturbating furiously. It was like I was leaving my body, watching it
from the doorway, as we all built up to one monstrous, simultaneous,
collective multiple-orgasm. It was as if as soon as one faded another
started, and we all ended up lying in various positions on the bed, a
quivering massive of flesh and twitching vaginas, reeking of the nights
exertions, squirted girl cum and sex.

The girls de-bondaged me and we all helped each other into the bathroom.
They sat me down in the bath and all three took it in turns to pee on me. I
swallowed what I could, but mostly concentrated on loving the warm feeling
of it running down my body, like a hot shower. Then we all washed each other
down with the flexible shower head, four girls crammed standing into the
tub, rubbing and massaging and kissing. If we all weren't so exhausted it
could've started all over again. But we were and following the drying off we
all stumbled, naked, back into my bedroom. The sun was poking out from under
the blind as we piled into my gigantic bed. All four of us snuggled up
together under the blankets and drifted off. I was in the middle of a hot
girl sandwich, Holly nestled in under my arm on my left, Jess with an arm
across me, one hand on a boob, on my right, Kat with her arms around Jess,
spooning her from behind. I was tired and coming down, could taste nothing
but piss, pussy and silicone in my mouth, the twittering of the awakening
birds outside was annoying me, and my room stank of lesbian sex. And I
didn't care. If you don't like sleeping a wet patch afterwards, you're
stupid, and besides, after a night like this? Damn right I went to sleep
with a smile on my face!