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Subject: Us Three, part 3
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Tgff, rom, spank, interracial, intergenerational, mild BDSM, Witchcraft
This story contains sex, full frontal nudity, bondage, SM, transsexuals,
lesbians and a few other things that might not be legal in your locale.
If you do not choose to read about this, or if it is illegal for you to
do so, do not read it. Skip it in its entirety. Avoid it at all costs.
However, if you wish to continue, you may find this isn't your typical
wank story. Each part has something of a plot, or at least a reason
for happening, and the whole story is filled with very much love and
romance, and a moderate amount of sex. Sorry, guys looking for typical
TG stories won't find this one real interesting. Tough. It is, however,
realistic. It's about me ("Jeannette" aka "Jean"), my fiancee Michelle
(aka Chelle), and another friend of mine, Rachel. None of this story
actually happened, and I've never met Rachel in real life, yet I've tried
to show us all realistically, as we might have done the events described.
I wrote most of this a year ago. It is my second-ever attempt at writing
anything serious. Once I finish it, I'll also post the first attempt,
which I call "Rewards." I call this one, "Us Three."
Enjoy.
Blessed Be
Jeannette
mswillow@nomorespam.juno.com
Oh, just because I'm sharing this with y'all doesn't mean that it's not
copyrighted. It is. However, I WILL let y'all make copies of it, ifn
you give me the credit (or assign me the blame) for having written it.
If you're making money off of it, that's great too. Hope you make a
big-assed pile of it, so you can roll around in it and retire forever,
and hire Bill Gates to lick your shoes clean for you. Just please keep
me as the author of this, ok? Thanks. Jeannette
Us Three copyright (c) 1997, 1998 Jeannette Cathy Wilson
Part Three
We both hugged Michelle as she boarded the train.
"Bye, lover! Have fun!" I told her.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do!", she replied impishly.
"Tell your Mom hi from me, ok?"
"Will do. See you in a week!"
With kisses from Rachel and myself, and shocked stares from
the other people at the station, she was off.
As we drove home, Rachel and I talked...
"Her Mom accepts her? Way cool! Wish mine did."
"Well, she accepts it *now*, but it wasn't always that way.
When I outed her, she..."
"Wait, *you* outed *her*? Why?"
"Long story... it seemed the right thing at the time."
"Oh really?"
"Well, yes. I'll need to give you some background first,
cause it's a bit confusing."
So, I told her the story of how Michelle and I became a
couple.
"See, I used to own #lesbian on Undernet. When I ran it, it
was a safe place for *all* women, genetic or not, all ages,
all sexual preferences. I met Michelle there. We had been
friends on IRC for months, flirting occasionally, when it
occurred to me that she was within driving range, *barely*.
When I mentioned that to her, she about busted a gut to get
me out there as soon as possible."
"But why did you out her?"
"Patience, dear one. Let an old fart tell the story, and
we'll get to that in due time."
She grumbled a bit, but quieted down. Teenagers, I thought.
And I signed up for *both* of them! I smiled to myself,
glad they were both eighteen. I doubted that I could handle
the two of them if they were any younger.
"Her Mom *knew* where Michelle had met me, she *knew* I'm a
lesbian, and she *told* Michelle to stay with me at the
motel. I met her soon thereafter, and told her how I really
cared about Michelle. When I got a pair of tickets to see
Melissa Etheridge a.."
"Ooh, you saw her? I wanted to go, but couldn't." Rachel
pouted.
"Hon, next time all *three* of us will go, ok?"
She looked happier.
"Anyway, I got the tickets, and had to get her Mom's
permission to have her come down to see it. I couldn't
think of how to explain why a strange woman would be flying
her daughter, a High School Senior, to another country just
to see a concert... so I let her know that 'Chelle and I
were in love. Naturally, she blew a gasket."
"As bad as my folks?"
"Yes, just as bad. It took many months till she saw that
this is not just a phase, that I am *good* for Michelle, and
now she sort of accepts me, maybe not as enthusiastically as
she could, but she accepts me. I think a large part of that
came when I bullied Michelle into going on to college."
"Oh", was all that Rachel could say. I knew she really
*should* go on to college, but she'd not said much about it
since she left home.
"So, that's how I outed Michelle. I can't say that I had
any better option, but I also can't say that it was easy on
any of us."
We were quiet the rest of the drive home, each lost in our
own thoughts.
When we got home, Rachel got the mail as I put the car away.
"Hmm... bill, junk, bill, bill, catalog, junk... What's
this?" She held out a large envelope from a nearby
University.
Great! I'd been waiting for this! Her parents and I had
been hammering this out for the past two months. I couldn't
afford to put Rachel through college at the same time as
Michelle, not -assisted, but her parents finally started
to come around about their daughter's sexuality. They still
don't *approve* of it, but they are beginning to accept it,
and that I *am* good for her.
"I dunno, let's get inside and have a lookie-see."
She opened that package while I dealt with the bills and
junk, putting the knife catalog away to show Michelle.
"It looks like an enrollment package, in my name... But I
never sent in an application!"
"No, dearheart, *you* didn't, but *I*'m not going to have
somebody as smart as you, flipping burgers the rest of her
life. It's maybe not the most prestigious University, but
it's decent, nearby and affordable. You can stay here while
attending, and commute by bus. That'll save a lot of the
cost on housing, food and phone calls."
"What did you sign me up for, Jean?"
"Well, I kind of figured you for Computer Science, with
maybe a minor in Music." Michelle was Comp Sci too, Rachel
wanted it also, and we already had Michelle's old books.
Suddenly I found myself bowled over by a VERY happy young
girl.
"Oh, Jean, thanks a billion! You've just made my day!" she
beamed.
There are advantages to cross-generational relationships, I
thought. The rewards are very high, as long as you are
willing to let them grow.
"Well, Rachel, ma cherie, who else is gonna support me when
I'm old and feeble, like, say, five years from now?" My
eyes twinkled at her.
"You, old and feeble? Ha!"
"Why, I'd bet that I can hardly hold a flogger anymore!"
She bounced off to get the flogger and see.
"Thank you, my sweet one. You may undress me. Leave my
panties on", I said, becoming Mistress Jeannette once more,
a role that I have learned to play for my grrls.
"Fold the clothing and pile it neatly on the chair there,
like a good girl."
She did as told, carefully removing first my shoes, then my
clothing, folding it and putting it in a neat pile on the
chair.
"You may now undress yourself as well, but leave your
panties on."
In a flash, she was standing before me, nearly nude, her
nipples erect, from the chill or the excitement I couldn't
tell. Probably both, knowing her.
"Now stand still, feet slightly apart."
She complied, and I began caressing her, kissing her neck,
nibbling at her ears, rubbing my body against her nearly-
nude body. As I caressed, I slowly moved downwards, leaving
a trail of gentle love nibbles down her torso.
By the time I reached her mound, I could smell the hot, humid
muskiness of it. "Ooh, it looks like *somebody* is enjoying
this!" I teased her. She blushed, but said nothing. I
decided to see if I could make her speak.
I began nuzzling her, through her panties. I nibbled gently
at her labia, sucked at her clit through the silk bikinis,
buried my nose in her mound. It worked. She was moaning
softly to herself, and her panties were sopping wet with her
juices and my saliva.
"Now hold still, dear one, and let me finish here."
I began the laborious process of removing her panties, using
only my mouth. First, I pulled the right side down, then,
after another stop in the middle for a quick hello nibble,
the left. Back and forth I went, till they were down over
her hips. I grabbed them at the middle, where they were
wettest, and mumbled to her, "Now move your legs just a
little apart... Good! Good grrl!"
I eased her panties down past her thighs, past her knees,
past her calves, and finally to her ankles. I looked up,
into her eyes, my mouth wrapped tightly around the middle of
her panties, and mumbled, "Now lift up your left leg a
little..."
She lifted her right leg. I didn't move.
"Dear one, you're old enough to know right from left. I
don't ask for much, just obedience. You've just earned
yourself some torment." She shuddered delightfully. After
all, I thought, wasn't that why we were doing this? "Now,
lift your left leg... Better! OK, put it down and lift the
right one... Good! You may lower it."
And with that, she stood before me, nude, sweet and *very*
turned on. I stood, panties still clenched in my jaw.
Holding her tightly, I kissed her through her panties,
tongues sparring through the soggy (and oh so tasty!) silk.
As I broke the kiss, I held her mouth shut, so that she now
had her own panties in her mouth.
"You may put those with the rest of the clothing, my sweet
Rachel, and then join me in the bedroom. I seem to recall
that *somebody* didn't do as she was told..."
I was waiting for her in the bedroom, with the ankle and
wrist restraints and blindfold all set. She saw them, and
quivered slightly. I just smiled...
"You do remember The Word?"
"Yes, it's aardvark, isn't it?"
"You got it!" We always use that as a safeword. It's easy
to remember, and very unlikely to be part of any
conversation.
First I blindfolded her, then I had her lie face-down on the
bed while I attached the wrist and ankle restraints. "Is
this too tight, love?" She wriggled, testing them. "No,
they're fine."
"What's that again?"
"They're fine."
I gently swatted her backside with a flogger. "Make that,
'they're fine, Mistress.'"
"They are fine, Mistress. Bitch."
"Thank you, my sweet sub." *swat!*
After a dozen or so swats, she was beginning to get hot.
Now for the fun...
"Rachel, hon, you disobeyed me earlier. You do realize that
I must now bring out the serious flogger."
"Not the little one?", her voice with a delightful quaver in
it.
"Yes, the little one." See, the little one is smaller, but
man oh man does it *sting* when it hits. It also makes a
really kewl *whishing* sound, and therein lay my plan...
I went to the dresser to get out my tools... the little
flogger, yes, but also a soft silk scarf as well. As I
returned, I was swishing the flogger around. I hit the bed
by her a few times, for effect. It *did* have an effect...
:) I could see the wet spot Rachel was leaving on the bed.
Thankfully, it was on my side, so she'd not have to sleep in
it. (It's the little details like that that keep both of my
grrls with me. They are free to leave, any time, for any
reason, but they stay here because I do show them that I
love them, and this gameplaying is a part of that.)
"Now, Rachel, you *did* hear me say 'left', didn't you?"
"Yes, Mistress."
A gentle thwap of the flogger on her behind...
"And you still raised your right leg, didn't you?"
"Yes, Mistress."
*thwap*, gently.
"And you do know to do as you are told, right?"
"Yes, Mistress."
*thwap*, still gently...
We both knew why she had done that. She likes this, it
excites her to no end. We could both smell it by now.
"So you must be punished. Five strokes of the little
flogger. Count them off for me, Rachel."
I raised both the flogger *and* the scarf, in different
hands, and brought them down simultaneously, hitting the bed
beside her ass with the flogger, *HARD*, as I thwapped her
behind with the scarf. With her being blindfolded, she
couldn't see what I was doing,. She heard the whistle, felt
something hit her, and she yelped in pain.
"One, Mistress."
I did it again, and again. By number four, there were
actually tears soaking her blindfold.
"Last one, Rachel."
*THWAP!* went the bed, and the silk scarf nailed her cute
little behind for the fifth time.
"Now, will you be a good girl, love?"
"Yes, Mistress, I will."
"OK, I shall untie you now. Behave, in the future." I
deliberately left both the flogger and the scarf out where
she'd see them, and untied her.
"Hey, that's not fair! You cheated!"
"Of course, Rachel. I don't enjoy hurting you, only making
you feel good."
She grabbed the flogger, as I had hoped she would.
"Now *I*'m the Mistress! How do you like that?!?"
"If it is as the Mistress wants, that is fine with me,
Mistress."
"Hmm, you need to be properly punished for your cheating."
"As you desire, Mistress. What shall I do?"
"Hmm, I notice that I am wet, slave." Yeah, I think the
Great Flood was only *slightly* wetter!
"You must lick me dry."
And, though I spent the next five hours trying, I never
quite did it. She forgot to spank me when it was done. I
don't think she could move any more.
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