Free Forbidden Firsts: Colette's Blackmailing [PI Lesbian BDSM Threesome Strap-on Voyeur Erotica] by Lula Lisbon Page B

scared that I might ruin her for her wedding night. I’d seen lots of fingering and fisting in porn videos at home in dad’s secret stash, but there was no way she’d ever let me do that to her. So I kind of got bored with her after that, and started checking out other girls. I ended up fucking quite a few of them, and we almost got caught a few times by the nuns. My nickname was B-doc, actually.”
    “B-doc?”
    “Big dyke on campus.” Colette giggled at the memory. “I think it was supposed to be derogatory, but frankly, I didn’t really care. I had a lot of fun this past year. One time, I even snuck out to go to an amateur night at a strip club! I’m pretty proud to say that I won second place, $250!”
    Judy raised an eyebrow. “That must have been some performance. Does your mother know about any of this?”
    Colette looked horrified. “God, no! I think she’d disown me! You know how she feels about that kind of stuff!” Judy only smiled in response.
    “I think I speak for both Judy and myself in that I’m very curious to see the sort of routine you did to win that money, my dear,” Moira said deviously, eyes slitted. Colette’s heart pounded, and her stomach dropped. She knew she was dripping wet, confessing all this, but stripping for her aunt and her aunt’s friend? That was going too far!
    “I— I couldn’t possibly!” She stammered, flustered. Moira’s amused smile grew cold.
    “I think you can, and will, if you don’t want your mother to find out what a little whore you’ve been! And right under all the nuns’ noses, no less.” Colette’s face flushed deeper, then grew pale at the thought. Her palms felt clammy, but her clit was throbbing with need. She’d always taken initiative with the young women she’d been with, and was accustomed to making all the first moves. But now she was the younger, inexperienced one. Not even counting the sudden blackmail, the two older women now had the upper hand by the very nature of their seniority.
    “Okay,” Colette whispered, giving in without further protest. “But… maybe could I have some music to dance to?”
    Judy got up to dim the lights, light a few candles, and put a CD on the stereo. Colette felt too warm suddenly, and knew she was blushing furiously. Soft music played, sensuous and slow, but even as her aunt and Moira got comfortable, she couldn’t make herself move.
    “Colette, don’t keep us waiting!” Judy said, a sharp edge in her voice.
    “Aunt Judy… I don’t… I can’t do it with you watching!”
    “You’d prefer I leave the room, and you give my girlfriend a private show?” Colette didn’t in fact prefer that scenario, but, eyes darting back and forth between the two women, knew she had no choice. She nodded.
    “Fine, but you’d better do a stellar job for Moira. She’ll definitely let me know if you don’t!” Judy said over her shoulder as she left the living room. Colette felt frozen as Moira stared at her, an appraising smile on her face.
    “I won’t bite,” the older woman appeased, though Colette felt it was a bit like the spider cajoling the fly. “Come a little closer. Close your eyes, and just move to the music; show me how it makes you feel.” Obeying, and taking a deep breath to calm herself, Colette closed her eyes. She swayed her hips to the beat, her fingers grazing her body, feeling how her nipples were poking through the thin fabric of her tee shirt and bra. She stroked the flat expanse of her belly, caressed the hard points of her pelvis. Through her eyelashes, she peeked at Moira; Judy’s girlfriend was enjoying the view of Colette’s young body, desire clear on her angular face. Colette felt her pussy soaking her panties; and though she’d never considered it before, she wondered what it would be like to be the submissive one — to let an older, seasoned dyke take control of her for once.
    Colette pulled up her shirt, exposing the smooth plain of her belly, and cupped her breasts in