Mandy and Kim (a lesbian love story)

I'm Mandy Smith. 16 years old but extremely clever and mature for my age and this is my story...

Monday was my first day at my new high school Lowton High School and I have to admit, I was feeling super nervous about it. What shall I wear? How shall I do my hair? Will everyone hate me? Will I ever fit in here? All these thoughts were rushing through my brain but it was too late. I was there, pushing open the front doors, no way to turn back.

I walked towards the main office feeling as if everybody was staring at me. I could feel my cheeks blushing a deep red but I attempted to hide my embarrassment behind my silky, golden wave of hair. I was almost there, I could see the receptionist, I reached out my arm to swing the door open then..WHAM! As soon as I opened my eyes I saw a swarm of people surrounding me. When I looked around I realised I was on the floor, my books sprawled everywhere, everybody staring at me... What a great way to start my new school by walking into a senior I thought to myself but I quickly stood up and brushed myself off, beginning to collect up my books. Feeling my cheeks burning I pushed angrily through the crowd, the tears building in my eyes then I pushed open the door to the girls bathroom and burst into tears. Quickly I wiped my eyes and glance into the mirror jumping slightly as I saw the reflection of a woman standing a few feet behind me.

She had scruffy brunette hair, she was around 45 years old, she had a fat waist and beautiful eyes. "Hello" she had said to me as I finally spun around to face her, wiping away my smudged mascara. "Um...hi" I had murmured back sheepishly, wondering why she was speaking to a social reject like me. She soon began a conversation by asking me why I had been crying and what was wrong so I answered her questions as best I could, stunned that she was even talking to me. She took my hand, gently stoking my fingers which made be slightly suspicious but, I liked it. She then started to speak again in that soothing voice of hers.

"You need a friend then I'm here". I listened and smiled at her thankfully, wondering what she was doing there but I thought that may sound ungrateful so I kept quiet. I just replied with a quick "thank you" and walked towards a cubicle. I was just about to close the cubicle door when the woman stuck out her foot to stop the door from closing. "My name's Kim, what's yours?" she asked, at that point I was feeling extremely anxious. "I'm Mandy" I quietly replied still holding onto the door.

The woman named Kim began telling me that I was beautiful and asked if I had a boyfriend, then as I tried to step away she joined me in the cubicle and locked the door behind her. I reluctantly answered her questions, admitting that I had no boyfriend and had only kissed a boy once and that's when it happened. She moved her face close to me and pressed her lips gently against mine. I stepped back in shock and wiped my mouth becoming angry and terrified at the same time. "What are you doing?" I cried then she shushed me and started to speak in hushed and un-nerving tones. "You do as I say or things will happen, bad things". That's when I got scared, really scared, "now kiss me" she snarled pulling my hair back, tightly gripping it.

She pressed her lips against mine again, this time harder then she forced my mouth open and tightened her grip on my hair. I felt her wet tongue exploring my mouth and she pulled my hair back, forcing me to do the same. I felt disgusting for those few minutes then suddenly she let go of my hair and pushed me to the floor. I wiped a tear from my eye as she forced me back onto the closed lid of the toilet seat. My back was pressed against the toilet seat and I felt her body press down hard against mine, hurting me. Her tongue was slithering down my throat again, slightly choking me and I felt the tears sliding down my cheeks. That's when I felt her hands, her cold, bony hands.

Then wrapped tightly round my neck then made their way towards my heaving chest. She began pulling down the straps of my top then she finally released her mouth from mine. She violently pulled my vest top off so I was laying on the bathroom floor in my skirt, shoes and bra. She kicked open the cubicle door and instead locked the door of the entire bathroom smiling evily at me. I choked up some saliva and lay on the floor coughing then I felt her pulling off my heel's slowly stroking my feet. I lay cold on the floor for about a minute, my eyes closed hoping it was just a dream, a terrible dream but when I opened them I spotted Kat in the corner of the room. She grinned scarily and approached me wearing only a g-string and a tight bra.

I wept as she pulled me across the floor by my leg and lay me flat on my stomach. She lay on top of me, her huge boozom resting on the back of my head. My left cheek was pressed against the cold floor and she then lifted my t!ts up and let them drop down again into her cupped hands. I began to cry and she hissed into my ear angrily "shut up, shut up". I closed my eyes and felt her pull of my bra, breaking it then her hand cupped my t!ts again. First she squeezed them hard and rubbed them in her hands, rubbing her fat stomach against my back. That wasn't the worst of it though, no where near the worst.

Her thumbs and forefingers massaged my ni|>|>Ies gently then it became harder and faster and I couldn't help but let out a small squeal. "That's it" she snarled, she held my arms down with her large knees and spanked me hard. I felt my arsh sting and imagined the red mark it would leave. She continued spanking me harder and harder then I felt her lick my arsh then she spat on it, ripped off her own bra and rubber her wet nipples against me. She then stripped me, and herself completely naked and rolled me onto my back. She shoved her whole breast into my mouth, forcing me to suck on it whilst sticking her bony fingers up my c||nt. I yelped as her fingers explored deeper inside me but almost choked on her huge breast. She cupped her hand into the shape of a duck's beak and before I knew it her whole hand was inside of me, as I tried to cry out she tugged at my nipples to hush me and formed her hand into a fist. I felt her hand moving around inside of me and tears were streaming down my face at this point.

After a while she pulled her hand roughly out of my soaking wet c||nt and pushed my hand into her's. It was traumatising as she moaned and groaned in pain and pleasure then she finally released my hand. Then she sucked my juice from her fingers and rubbed the excess juice onto her ni|>|>les. It sickened me so I closed my eyes tightly but I could still hear her slurping and sucking. Soon she was forcing me to do the same process but with her juices and I vomited slightly but managed to swallow the rest. I was laying on the floor weeping, praying that the torture would end but when I opened my eyes saw her leaning above me, with one of my breasts between her fingers...

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