Return to Avondale

"Eating pussy must be fun," laughed Donna.

My friend just can't get enough these days.

Avondale really changed her."

"Well,yours doesn't look too bad at all," laughed

How do you know, Pam?"

"'Well, baby," giggled Pamela, "girls' under- pants are nylon you know and one can see right through 'em. Where do you think your legs are?"

' "Whoops, forgot," said Donna. "Oh well, we're both girls and we sure know how a girl is designed!

How's the view up there?"

Pamela had never taken so to a girl. Donna was making things so easy for them both. She felt a definite warmth towards this teenager who was still able to take things in stride. 1t wasn't a sexual thing right now, but just a fast-developing adora- tion. Yet, there was a certain tingling within her and she recognized it. Pamela bent her head and kissed Donna right on the narrow white strip of panty between her legs, leaving a perfect lipstick imprint on the white nylon. It was not intended as sexual Both girls knew that. It was that Pamela felt the need to kiss Donna for her beautiful friend- ship, and Donna's sex was the only place available at the moment! Donna's hands gave a brief squeeze to Pamela's ankles in response, not from sexual emotion, but as a thank you for Pamela's love and affection so apparent in the brief kiss.

"Never kissed a girl on the pussy before," said

Pamela. "Nor anywhere else for that matter."

It was silent for a moment.

"I know, Pam. That's why it meant so much.

Thank you, hon."

The levity was gone now, wiped away by the sud- denly obvious warmth the two girls had for each other.

"Pam?"

"Yes?"

"Would you have kissed me there if… I didn't have panties on?"

Pamela's reply came only after a moment's pause.

"Yes." Donna squeezed her ankles again.

The van seemed to go on and 'on through the rain, and the two girls pitched and swayed in their joint bondage. The bond of sharing had become strong between them and neither would think of complaining to the other.

"Oh, Donna, I'm right side up and you're upside down. Poor baby. Is it uncomfortable?"

"A little. Did Jan put a punishment bra on you,

Pam? She did on me. Makes a girl wish she didn't have tits."

"Yes, hon. I'm wearing one too. I know what you mean. It's a bitch to feel those tacks in your skin."

The journey seemed endless, but of course it wasn't. The van had pulled to a halt before the ad- ministration building, and the doors were opened.

Jan bounced up into the truck.

"Well, look what we have here!" smiled Jan as she saw the red kiss imprint between Donna's legs.

"Just couldn't wait to get at her could you, fluff?"

"No… please… it wasn't like that at all, Jan."

Jan's hand cracked across Pamela's face snapping her head back.

"Mistress Jan, you little bitch!" Jan unshackled both girls, and Donna fell to the floor as the blood rushed from her head now that she was right side up again.

"That lipstick mark is kinda cute," smiled Jan.

"But remember, both of you, I'm your love from now on! In your bed at night I don't care what you fluffs do to each other, but the rest of the time I'm your whole world so you'd better start falling in love with me right now! Now, I think I'd better have one of those lipstick souvenirs, don't you?

From both of you, and they'd better be put on per- fectly, one right next to the other. Here, put some fresh lipstick on. Really kind of a cute idea. Never thought, of it before!",,

Pamela blanched and looked at Donna for help.

Donna nodded softly. Why buy trouble already? her look indicated. In a gesture of affection for

Pamela, Donna went first. She knelt in front of Jan who stood with spread thighs, her skirt held up to her waist. Jan's white panties fit like skin. Donna put her hands behind Jan and held her bottom cheeks softly. The kiss was applied.

Pamela was grateful that Donna had offered t.o go first. The girl was becoming more beautiful to her each passing moment! Pamela followed

Donna's lead. She grasped Jan's bottom and plant- ed her kiss just above Donna's on the white slip- pery panty strip. It was very warm there, and per- fumed, and quite wet from Jan's emotion. Pamela could feel the wet sex lips through the nylon, and she let her kiss linger quite long. Jan squirmed, and her hands twisted within Pamela's long brown hair.

"Very nice, Pamela." Jan looked down at t,he two red imprints before dropping her mini-skirt.

Jan led the girls along the cement walk to the entrance and it came quite natural for Pamela and

Donna to hold hands as they walked towards the ivy building.

"You little minx," whispered Donna while smil- ing. "Why'd you kiss her pussy so long?"

"Figure whatever they give us, or do to us, or make us do, we'll just do it better and longer! We'!! love longer, and scream Louder when they hurt us:

Make 'em see that we are two real girls!"

"That's beautiful, Pam. Really it is. The.most beautiful thing I ever heard. 1'm with you. As long as we have each other we'll show'em!"

The held hands squeezed together with a mes- sage of love and caring.