[All named characters in this story are real, but might, possibly, not agree with every aspect of my fantasy]

Natty emerged from her regular morning jilling session in the shower, imagining that the pencil-thin shower head playing over her hard clitoris was actually being held by her school friend Alfie, while Charlie crouched down behind licking her bottom.

She flopped down on the bed, still warm, wet and very aroused to find a shiny silver gift box and a very naked Moll and her sub, Chloe planning her coming-of-age celebration.

The first stop is a visit to that swish hair studio in Stockbridge, with its cool and subdued lighting. Moll has a whispered conversation with her friend the stylist, and they agree on a short sophisticated look for Natty at a substantial student discount.

“What did you say to her?”

“Oh we’re old friends from school - she’s happily married now, but I expect her husband doesn’t need to know about that weekend when we shared 6 blokes, eating popcorn out of our butts.”

Turning to Chloe,” Talking of which, you nasty sub, get us some snacks.”

Chloe rose from her presenting position at her Domme’s feet to pour glasses of fizz and offer her bare butt for a good slapping.

After a washing, head massage, cutting and tinting, even Natty hardly recognised herself in the mirror, in that side-swept style beloved of lesbians.

Next to Moll’s favourite boutique to try on a black mesh off-the-shoulder crop top, balconette push-up B-cup bra with falsies, tight black shorts and a leather choker to match Chloe’s.

Sitting outside the coffee shop, quaffing frappuccinos, several of Natty’s classmates paused to check her out, but completely failed to recognise this gorgeous new 18+ teenager.

Next to the Copy Shop for a photo ID, this time the lesbian behind the counter was a friend of Chloe, whose wife definitely didn’t need to know that she still had a Daddy fixation with most of their customers.

Moll chose the best photo of Natty, made up with dark lippy, eyeliner and a brushing of shiny powder to disguise the edge of the visible fake breasts. Then she typed an 05/05/05 date of birth into the machine and out popped an awfully convincing shiny new ID card.

Back home, mum and dad Steff and George welcomed their 18+ daughter into the marital bed for a discussion on keeping safe during the adult naked pool party next weekend.

Natty was in her element welcoming each guest at the door with drinks and personalised butt plugs, in return for a long snog and removal of any remaining clothing.

Chloe seemed happiest submitting to Alf and Charlie, so Moll and Sam demonstrated the proper use of the spiked wheel on the tenderest places on Red’s body to inflict pain and then pleasure to a startled Natty eager to learn about BDSM.

That evening Moll escorted her two subs Chloe and Natty to her favourite nightclub in town. She had known the security guard on the door since school, sharing numerous threesomes with boys or girls, depending on the day of the week.

“Hello, gorgeous! Two subs tonight? You are doing well. Come on in.”

Chloe was used to the slap on the bottom, as they pushed through the narrow doorway, but Natty inadvertently paused catching the guard’s hand right between the legs smearing the moisture pooling in her panties.

“Oh Fuck. This must be your first time, baby girl. Let me just check that photo ID. d.o.b 05/05/05 - that’s really cute - can I have your phone number?”

“Absolutely not,” growled Molly, dragging the frightened sub inside, “she’s taken.”

Natty wasn’t easily shocked by nakedness, having always holidayed with the family on nude beaches, but the sheer number of bare pussies being eaten, rubbed or fucked on every chair, table and barstool took her breath away.

Everywhere she looked boys and girls of all ages, coated in a sheen of sweat and glitter, danced to the music with complete abandon, copulating vertically or on hands and knees.

Moll dragged her towards the overcrowded bar, failing miserably to hide the instant bodily reaction between her legs to the sights, sounds and smells of teenage sex.

Natty could barely lift her glass of rum and coke to her lips as Chloe’s pussy ground into one hip and both Moll’s hands roamed inside her new bra.

Next, she found herself drawn to the two male strippers gyrating on a small raised stage, inviting girls to join them for a simulated standing DP sex dance. Once they had removed her shiny micro skirt to sandwich her between their two erections, it was clearly much more than a simulation as the first slippery cock slid effortlessly into her tight butt.