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The Smell of Sex Ch. 6
       by Couture 
          Couture@literotica.org

(c)2001 by Couture

Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually
explicit stories and situations.

(FF, Fd, humil)


'Well, aside from feeling incredibly naked by not wearing any panties
and losing the natural protection of my hair down *there*, or whatever
it was that Monique did, really has helped keep me from getting horny
- so far today,' Laura thought.

However, as her third class ended, she slipped up, and once again
began to notice other girls' panty lines. Then too, there was the
dreaded thought of having to sit in Dr Adams's office, naked, with her
bare sex spread wide open, drying in front of that damn fan. Further,
she had the thoughts of Dr. Adams probably wearing some frilly beige
panties and matching nylons.

These thoughts started making her feel very randy again. Her hard
nipples began pointing out from her sweater.  She worried, since she
didn't have on any panties, that the wet juices leaking from her sex
would leave a wet spot on the back of her skirt.
 
Thankfully, her class ended without any incident, and reluctantly she
headed to Dr. Adam's class.

Then, in the hall, someone came up behind her and put their arm around
her, placing their hand on her cute bottom.

"Hello, Pink Pumps.  Did'ja miss me?" asked the girl in black.

Laura, began to panic.  'OH NO!  It is black boots and she recognizes
me!'  Laura tried to turn down the next hall in order to lose The
Goth, but she easily kept up with Laura.

"I don't know who you are, but if you don't leave me alone and let me
get to class, I will scream and get you thrown out of school,"
whispered Laura, with much more authority than a poorly covered
Catholic schoolgirl should have been able to muster.

"Now, that's not a very nice thing to say.  The little girl I helped
in the bathroom yesterday was much MUCH nicer to me," the Goth girl
said, as she pouted her black-painted lips.

"Yes, I liked that darling little girl much better, not this snobbish
bitch beside me now." The Goth reached into the back pocket of her
book bag and brought out some photos.

"Princess, I'm afraid if you don't give me my sweet little girl back,
I'm going to have to show all your friends here what kind of a girlie
you really are," Black Boots said, as she waved one of the pictures in
front of Laura's face. The picture showed Laura standing on top of a
toilet, back arched as she faced the wall, her wet sex and rosebud
displayed between spread legs.  'Oh God!  I look like such a whore,'
Laura's face turned bright red and she tried to snatch the photo
before anyone else could see it.  However, The Goth was unwilling to
relinquish it, and Laura had to let it go because their struggle was
beginning to draw unwanted attention.

"Oh, please, give it back.  Please don't show anyone," whined Laura,
as she began to cry at the hopelessness of her situation.

"Don't cry, Princess Panty, just give me a pretty smile and be my
sweet little girl like yesterday, and everything will be just fine. 
Okay?"  The pale girl reached up and wiped the tears from the crying
blonde's eyes.

Laura forced a smile on her face.  "Okay," she replied.

"Okay, GODDESS GOTH, to you," said black boots, as she playfully
spanked Laura's ass.

"Let me see what kind of panties you have on today, Princess Panty,"
said The Goth, casually lifting the hem of Laura's cute schoolgirl
skirt in the crowded hall.

"No, no!  Please, Goddess Goth, not here.  I'm not wearing panties
today."

The blonde squirmed, as she tried to keep her skirt out of The Goth's
hands.

"Please let me go.  I just HAVE to be at my 2:00 class," said Laura,
as she held down her skirt and walked quickly to the restroom to avoid
further embarrassment.
 
"Then you better hurry and do as I say, because you don't have much
time."
 
With that, the smiling Goth girl hustled the reluctant blond into the
far stall and locked the door.
 
"Okay, now let's see if my little schoolgirl was lying about her
panties."
 
Then black boots waited, arms crossed, tapping her black boot
impatiently.  "I can wait all day, if that is what it takes."

'God, I can't be late for class,' thought Laura.  She looked down at
the tiled floor and slowly raised up the hem of her skirt around her
waist, exposing herself to this wicked girl.

The Goth's whistle echoed off the walls of the restroom while she
stood ogling at Laura's denuded sex.  "Mmmmm . . . very nice . . .  my
naughty little girl is all smooth for me today.  I love it!" Black
boots remarked, as she traced a black fingernail along the exposed
lips of Laura's wet sex.  "And her pussy so wet."
 
"Now let me feel those itty bitty, girlish titties I like so much!"
The Goth demanded.
 
"Please don't," Laura begged, but the hard crinkled nipples poking
through her sweater told a different story.  She slowly undid the
buttons of her sweater, exposing her small breasts to her tormentor.
 
The Goth began feeling and then slapped the small orbs with glee, just
to watch them jiggle.  "So small . . . So perky.  You don't even need
to wear a bra for these babies," laughed The Goth as she pinched a
crinkled pink nipple between her forefinger and thumb.
 
"Ow!  Please don't! I'm not into that kind of stuff.  I'm ah . . .
straight," whimpered Laura. "It's just . . . "

"Honey, doing this isn't going to turn you into a lezzie.  All I want
to do is play with you.  Two girls having a little harmless fun
together! Just like yesterday, remember?"

Laura did remember.  Thoughts of her carnal behavior yesterday
humiliated her, yet filled her with lust at the same time.  She
struggled not to flinch when she felt the Goth's hands begin to roam
up her thigh.

"Just me and my own sweet little tiny-tittied girl," Black Boots
calmly explained, as she slowly began to explore Laura's denuded sex
with her right index finger.  Then, when she had saturated her finger
with Laura's juices, she began to spell out letters on the trembling
blonde's smooth belly and breasts.  "C-U-N-T.  That spells cunt and
that is where I want to feel those magic little fingers of yours -
right in my cunt!"
 
'Oh god,' thought the horrified blonde, 'she wants me to masturbate
her!'

"Here, this will go quicker, if you get down on your knees, okay?"
said the Goth.

Laura hesitantly looked down at the gritty tile floor with
apprehension, but didn't move.

"Come on Pink Pumps, get down there, okay? It is your turn to play
with me.  Now!" demanded The Goth, as she grabbed both of Laura's hard
exposed nipples and pulled downwards until the thin girl whined and
dropped to her knees.

"Come on Princess, use your nice soft fingers. Put em up inside me
like I did for you yesterday. You remember, don't you? Come on - it'll
be quicker.  Don't worry, it isn't going to make you gay, anymore than
me making you feel good down there yesterday made me gay." The goth's
eyes glittered when she said that, but Laura failed to notice.  "We're
just two girls being 'nice' to one another.

"Here, I'll even help you," said the Goth girl, as she raised her
stretchy black miniskirt up over her hips exposing her pantiless sex.

"See, I didn't wear panties either.  We *must* be some kinda special
friends."

Knowing she couldn't leave until she brought the wicked girl off,
Laura parted the Goth's black bush with her left hand and inserted the
index finger of her right into the parted labia.

'I can't believe I'm doing this.  I can't believe,' thought Laura,
while her finger began sliding in and out the Goth's wet sex. 'I'm on
the floor of a public restroom, masturbating a practical stranger, and
it - it turns me on!'

"Mmmm . . .  now there's my good girl <ahhh> that feels really good
Princess Panty.  Now play with my clit . . . No . . .  Don't stop . .
.  use your other hand." said The Goth, as she had put her right leg
up onto the rim of the toilet bowl. This spread her black-haired sex
wide open, and with the submissive blonde kneeling on the floor, her
face was mere inches away.
 
Both Laura's hands became a blur as she desperately stroked in and out
of the Goth Goddess's sex and played with the girl's clit.
 
"UUUUhhh, oh god! Panty Princess . . .  um . . .  you do that so
goddamn *good*!"
 
Laura flushed with pride and then horror at the complement. 
 
It seemed as if she had found a new niche for her perfection, one that
she really didn't want.  Her new ability was making this strange kinky
girl cum.  As she became tired she leaned forward and rested her head
on the Goth's thigh, so she could smell the sweet musky aroma
emanating from the girl's hairy sex.
 
"Ohh-ohhh -ohhhh-ah . . .  that's my girl . . .  make me cum . . .
ohhh gawd, keep working inside me with them pussy-fucking fingers of
yours."

All the while, as The Goth's hips continued grinding her thick black
bush against the side of Laura's face, the blonde continued to inhale
the aroma of her sex.
 
"Ugh . . . Ugh. . . . Oh . . . ah ah Ahhhhh!" the Goth moaned as she
climaxed, grabbing the blonde's shoulders to keep herself from falling
down.  She bent over, raising Laura's head upward by her chin.  As she
looked deeply in her eyes, she kissed the thin girl and explored
Laura's accepting mouth with her tongue.

The Goth stood back up holding her skirt around her waist.  She looked
down at her matted sex with disgust.
 
"Oh dear, you naughty girl you, you've made a nasty mess of my pussy
again!" sneered the Goth, as she ran her finger through the sticky
wetness of her sex. "See?" the Goth showed Laura the evidence of her
secretions on her hand, then wiped it clean in her blonde hair.
 
"I guess it's time for you to clean up your mess again. Just like
yesterday."

"But..b b but, I . . . I d don't have any p panties," Laura stuttered,
suddenly extremely distressed she wasn't wearing any panties.

"Well neither do I, so unless you want to use your pretty little
sweater or skirt, I would suggest you put that mean, pouty mouth of
yours to good use."

'Damn! Damn! Damn!  Why do these things keep happening to me?  I can't
go to class smelling of this horrible girl's pussy, but I MUST to go
to Dr. Adams's class. I MUST,' Laura worried.
 
The Goth began running the tip of her black boot against the wet folds
of Laura's denuded sex, teasing her as the poor girl's conflicted mind
tried to come up with some way - any way - out of her situation.
 
She could hear Monique in the back of her mind urging her, 'Come on
girl, in order for you to be cured this has to become ordinary to
you."
 
So finally, she stuck out her tongue and tentatively began licking at
the dew on the black hairs in front of her face.
 
"Oh . . . you're good. You are such a good little pussy-licker,
Princess.  Mmmmmm . . .  and your tongue feels . . . so silky.  Lick
inside the lips, Princess, they need some attention too."

 Laura realized that this had gone much further than cleaning up the
mess she had made.  She was on her knees in a public restroom,
performing oral sex on a stranger.  She gave up pretending otherwise
and began to lick the Goth in earnest.  Her only wish was that Goddess
Goth wasn't quite so vocal in her affections.  'What if someone comes
in?' her distressed mind worried.

"Yes! Oh so good . . . Now do that clit . . .  mmmmm.  Oh! Keep doing
that clit baby girl.  Ahhhh . . . that's my sweet pussy licker."
moaned the Goth.  "And you said you weren't a lezzie!"
 
Laura hated the thought of what she was doing, but she was lost in the
smell, taste, and feel of the overbearing girl's sex against her face.
What she hated more was the fact that the depravity of her actions
brought such a sexual rush to her pussy.  She began grinding her own
pussy onto the black-leather boot of the Goth girl towering over her,
in order to sooth the yearning in her cunt.
 
The steel chain on The Goth's boot kept 'clinking' as Laura humped her
own overheated sex lips against them.
 
<Ching . . .>  <Slurp . . .>  <Gasp . . .>   <Ching . . .>   <Slurp .
. .>   <Gasp . . .>   <Ching . . .>   <Slurp . . .>   <Gasp . . .>   
<Ching . . .>   <Slurp . . .>   <Gasp . . .>

"Oh yes!  Suck it. Suck that pussy.  Mmmm . . . I love that!"

"Fuck . . . ugh . . . fuck.  OH! I feel you down there, don't try to
hide it, slut. You are fucking my black boot, aren't you, Princess
Pussy?  Oh yeah.  Work that boot with your cunt, you nasty girl! 
Mmmmm . . . ugh . . . you gonna make me cum again . . . you
little-tittied lezzie bitch! Now come on!"

Laura hadn't even realized that she was humping the boot or that she
was licking pussy with so much apparent enjoyment.  'I better get
control of my body, before Black Boot's gets the wrong idea about me,'
Laura thought.

"Don't go all shy on me now . . . that's right . . . Suck that clit .
. . ohhhh . . . Yeah, like that . . . suck it . . . suck it harder!
HARDER! Oh god . . . HARDER!"
 
As the Goth girl came, Laura, couldn't help herself. She began to hump
with abandon against the hard metal chains and then the shiny black
leather of the boot.
 
She felt her hair being grabbed and then her head was tilted back.
"No!  I'm so close.  Please, oh, please, let me finish!" Laura moaned.
 
Flash! The Goth girl took a surprise picture of the slim girl hugging
her leg tightly and humping her black boot.

Laura was to far gone to care: the humiliation of the picture sent her
over the edge as she began to climax on the boot beneath her.
 
"Oh . . . Ohhh . . . Ahhh . . . Goddesss . . . fuck my cunt with your
boot . . . ahhhhh," Laura orgasmed loudly.

Then she buried her face in The Goths black, dark sex, before falling
down in a heap at The Goth's feet.  She lay staring her wet juices
shining on the right hand, black leather boot before her face.
 
"Mmmmm . . . That's my sweet pussy-licking girl.  Now be a good girl
and clean up that nasty mess you made on my nice shiny boots," ordered
the Goth girl towering over her.

Seeing no alternative, an exhausted Laura began licking the boot in
front of her. As she did, she noted the subtle difference in the
flavor of her own secretions.  She even worked her tongue around the
metal chain to get all the stray drops of moisture that had
accumulated there.
 
"I hate to interrupt the spit shine you are putting on my boots, since
you are clearly enjoying yourself, but didn't you say you had a class
at two?" asked the amused Goth.
 
"Oh shit! It's 2:05, I'm going to be late," said Laura as she jumped
up eager to get ready for her class.
 
"Stop!" commanded the Goth.

"Give me a kiss first and thank me for the pleasure. Then hold still
and I will dress you myself, my little Barbie doll," said the Goth
girl.
 
"Thank you for the pleasure Goddess Goth!" Laura said, as she leaned
her head up to kiss the taller girl.
 
"My name is Beth and my phone number is 555-4532. Here, I'll write it
on your tit so you won't lose it."
 
Then the Goth girl took out a pen and wrote her number on the blonde's
small left breast.

"Hee Hee, your tiny titty is almost too small for my phone number to
fit," she laughed, while Laura blushed with embarrassment.

The Goth girl frenched the submissive blonde deeply, savouring the
rich taste of pussy cream in the blonde's mouth.  Then she buttoned up
Laura's sweater, playfully tweaking her nipples until they stood out
like two pencil erasers.

"Perfect!" she said, as she opened the door and smacked the rushing
girl on the ass as Laura hurried to her class.
 
'I probably should have told her to wash off her face and hands, but I
do so enjoy marking my territory,' Beth thought, smiling, before
strutting saucily from the restroom herself.

The End

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