Fashion Tips
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2022 by Mat Twassel
Erotica Sex Story: As a member of the school's fashion club, Blair needs to do a presentation about a fashion tip. Her choice: the butt plug. Inspired by Slut is an Anagram for Lust by Ashley. Illustrated.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Teenagers Consensual Fiction Illustrated .
Beth and Blair were home early for once, not having any after school activities today. Up in Blair’s bedroom they played chess, both girls being members of Chess Club. Not twenty minutes into the game, Beth announced, “Rook captures bishop, mate.”
“Rats,” said Blair.
“You fell for my sacrifice again,” Beth said. “You always do.”
“I’m going to beat you next time,” Blair vowed.
“In your dreams,” Beth said.
“In your nightmares,” Blair answered. She frowned at her fallen pieces.
“So have you figured out what you’re going to demonstrate for your fashion tip?” Beth asked.
In addition to the chess club, both girls belonged to Fashion Club, and each week a different girl was responsible for a fashion tip. This week was Blair’s turn.
“Good question,” Blair said, idly toying with her toppled bishop. “Last week Callie’s ‘What Not to Put in Your Purse’ was so lame.”
“Oh, I thought it was kind of funny.”
“Birth control pills? Condoms? Why would anyone need both?”
“Um, babies? Disease?” Beth said.
“Yeah, like Callie’s ever had sex.”
“Good point,” Beth agreed. “Anyway, what do you think you’ll do?”
Blair looked at the white bishop in her hand, lifted it to her mouth and gave it an exploratory lick. Her eyes brightened. “Butt plugs,” she said.
“You’re kidding,” Beth said. “Using chess pieces?”
“No no. The real thing.” From the bottom drawer of her bedside table Beth removed a small ornate box, carved satyrs and nymphs cavorting on the lid. She opened it. The golden butt plug rested on a bed of crushed velvet.
“Where’d you get that?” Beth asked.
“My sister. A kind of gag gift for my sixteenth birthday.”
“Wow. Have you used it?”
“I’ve been saving it for a special occasion.”
“It’s really, um, something, I guess,” Beth said. “But the Fashion Club ... How are you going to...?”
“Well, first off I’m going to put it in,” Blair said. With that, she shrugged out of her dress.”
“Don’t you need lube or something?”
“Good point,” Blair said. “Would you like to kiss it? Make it all wet with your kiss juice?”
“Um, okay, I guess,” Beth said.
“Or I could stick it in my pussy. Get it slippery with my cunt juice. That might be more appropriate.”
“Yeah, do that,” Beth said.
“I wouldn’t have thought you’d be so squeamish,” Blair said.
While Beth watched, Blair eased her panties to the side and inserted the plug into her sex.”
“How does it feel?” Beth asked.
“Good,” Blair said. “Maybe not as good as...” She withdrew the plug, the surface of which gleamed with moisture.
“Are you really going to...?”
“Uh huh,” Blair said. A moment later she moaned. “Oh God, Beth, it’s in.”
Beth’s mouth opened but she didn’t say anything.
“It feels ... Oh God, Beth, it feels like...”
Blair closed her eyes. “It feels like ... I might have to...”
“Have to what?” Beth asked when Blair didn’t say any more. Her eyes flickered. Her breath came in pants. She shivered. She exhaled long and slow. “Whew!”
The girls looked at each other. “But what are you going to say about it?” Beth asked.
“Good question.” She pulled her panties to the side. In a teacherly voice, she said, “From time to time, the butt plug needs to breathe.”
Then she laughed. The butt plug came out.
“What do you think?” she asked Beth.
“I don’t know what to think. It’s different. Distinctive.”
Both girls laughed.
“Want to try it?”
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