E.Rotique
01-18-2003, 8:48 PM
All this talk about facesitting beneath skirts has stirred my creative juices so I will post the first part of my story again and then add more. It's a continuing story.....
Michelle and Jasmine
Chapter 1 - Jasmine takes her first slave
It all started one Spring day after school. Jasmine had felt horny all afternoon but didn’t know why. She had these tingling sensations between her legs and they just wouldn’t go away. In class she had even positioned her chair so that she could rub herself against the desk leg. But it was difficult to do this without being noticed. She was itching for release of some sort. Maybe when she got home …….
Jasmine had an admirer it seemed. Other girls in her class had told her that there was a girl in classes a year below her who seemed to have a crush on her. And as Jasmine walked out of school across the park this day she noticed this girl following behind her. Jasmine decided it was about time she got this girl for continuing to be a nuisance. She pretended she hadn’t noticed she was being followed and when she turned a corner she quickly hid amongst the bushes. The younger girl was puzzled and looked around trying to discover where she had gone. This gave Jasmine the opportunity to creep up behind her and grab hold of her.
“What do you think you’re doing, following me?”
“Uh…. I uh, well nothing. I don’t know.”
“What do you mean, you don’t know?”
“I, well…. You’re a prefect and you’re nice. I like you.”
“Like me, you don’t even know me!”
“I’m sorry.”
“Oh you are, are you?”
“Yes.”
“Well I’ll make you sorry. Come over here!” Jasmine pulled the girl into the bushes behind her.
“What are you going to do?”
“Don’t ask questions, just come with me otherwise I’ll report you.” The younger girl followed Jasmine into a small clearing amongst the bushes.
“This will do. Now sit down. I want to talk to you in private.”
The girl anxiously did as she was told. As she sat down Jasmine pushed her onto her back and got astride her, sitting on her chest. Grabbing hold of the girl’s wrists, she held them to the ground behind her head and pinned her arms beneath her knees. Now that she had the girl prisoner she surveyed her more closely. She was quite nice looking actually.
“So you like me do you?”
“Yes.”
“Why, do you think I’m sexy?’
“Yes.”
Jasmine was getting that tingling between her legs again. This was getting her excited.
“Well let’s see if you like being tortured!”
She moved up a little bit more until she trapped the younger girl’s face between her thighs, her chin just inches from her pussy. The girl tried to get up again.
“Oh no you don’t, you’re not going anywhere!” Jasmine slapped the girl’s face a little to show her who was boss.
“Please let me go!” cried her young victim.
“Oh shut up, I don’t want to hear your complaining. And I don’t want to see it either! I’ll just have to cover you up.” Jasmine pulled the hem of her skirt over the girl’s head, which covered her mouth and nose but not her eyes. Jasmine scooted forward until she was almost sitting on the girl’s chin and then pulled the hem over the girl’s forehead..
“Now just keep still and be quiet, or else!”
It felt very sexy to Jasmine, keeping this girl prisoner under her skirt and with her face wedged between her thighs. The feeling of power gave her this warm feeling between her legs and she was getting more turned on now. Jasmine wanted to teach this girl a lesson before letting her go. She inched forward and pressed her crotch tightly against the girl’s face and squeezed her thighs around her head. Meeting little resistance, Jasmine felt she could use this girl, this admirer, to explore her sexuality. Lifting her skirt back over her thighs, she looked down at the prisoner trapped helplessly between her thighs. The girl’s eyes looked pleadingly up at her. In that moment Jasmine felt the urge to stimulate the exciting feeling flowing between her thighs.
See next post!
Michelle and Jasmine
Chapter 1 - Jasmine takes her first slave
It all started one Spring day after school. Jasmine had felt horny all afternoon but didn’t know why. She had these tingling sensations between her legs and they just wouldn’t go away. In class she had even positioned her chair so that she could rub herself against the desk leg. But it was difficult to do this without being noticed. She was itching for release of some sort. Maybe when she got home …….
Jasmine had an admirer it seemed. Other girls in her class had told her that there was a girl in classes a year below her who seemed to have a crush on her. And as Jasmine walked out of school across the park this day she noticed this girl following behind her. Jasmine decided it was about time she got this girl for continuing to be a nuisance. She pretended she hadn’t noticed she was being followed and when she turned a corner she quickly hid amongst the bushes. The younger girl was puzzled and looked around trying to discover where she had gone. This gave Jasmine the opportunity to creep up behind her and grab hold of her.
“What do you think you’re doing, following me?”
“Uh…. I uh, well nothing. I don’t know.”
“What do you mean, you don’t know?”
“I, well…. You’re a prefect and you’re nice. I like you.”
“Like me, you don’t even know me!”
“I’m sorry.”
“Oh you are, are you?”
“Yes.”
“Well I’ll make you sorry. Come over here!” Jasmine pulled the girl into the bushes behind her.
“What are you going to do?”
“Don’t ask questions, just come with me otherwise I’ll report you.” The younger girl followed Jasmine into a small clearing amongst the bushes.
“This will do. Now sit down. I want to talk to you in private.”
The girl anxiously did as she was told. As she sat down Jasmine pushed her onto her back and got astride her, sitting on her chest. Grabbing hold of the girl’s wrists, she held them to the ground behind her head and pinned her arms beneath her knees. Now that she had the girl prisoner she surveyed her more closely. She was quite nice looking actually.
“So you like me do you?”
“Yes.”
“Why, do you think I’m sexy?’
“Yes.”
Jasmine was getting that tingling between her legs again. This was getting her excited.
“Well let’s see if you like being tortured!”
She moved up a little bit more until she trapped the younger girl’s face between her thighs, her chin just inches from her pussy. The girl tried to get up again.
“Oh no you don’t, you’re not going anywhere!” Jasmine slapped the girl’s face a little to show her who was boss.
“Please let me go!” cried her young victim.
“Oh shut up, I don’t want to hear your complaining. And I don’t want to see it either! I’ll just have to cover you up.” Jasmine pulled the hem of her skirt over the girl’s head, which covered her mouth and nose but not her eyes. Jasmine scooted forward until she was almost sitting on the girl’s chin and then pulled the hem over the girl’s forehead..
“Now just keep still and be quiet, or else!”
It felt very sexy to Jasmine, keeping this girl prisoner under her skirt and with her face wedged between her thighs. The feeling of power gave her this warm feeling between her legs and she was getting more turned on now. Jasmine wanted to teach this girl a lesson before letting her go. She inched forward and pressed her crotch tightly against the girl’s face and squeezed her thighs around her head. Meeting little resistance, Jasmine felt she could use this girl, this admirer, to explore her sexuality. Lifting her skirt back over her thighs, she looked down at the prisoner trapped helplessly between her thighs. The girl’s eyes looked pleadingly up at her. In that moment Jasmine felt the urge to stimulate the exciting feeling flowing between her thighs.
See next post!