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The Smell of Sex 18


The Smell of Sex Ch.18
(c) 2002 Couture

(FF, panty, humil, Fd etc.)

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


Laura let Patricia walk ahead and wondered why the older
woman didn't want to walk with her. Then as she passed the
front of a clothing store, she saw a young blonde that
looked like a streetwalker walking on the other side of the
aisle. Laura watched the girl's long legs and her exposed
hip flexing in the too high slits of her miniskirt. She
stumbled and almost fell when she realized that it wasn't a
hooker after all; the girl reflected from the mirror was

She blushed in humiliation and then looked around at
everyone's stares. Some of the leering people looked at
her with lust, while others with disgust, but they all
looked at her. She kept her eyes glued to Dr. Adams
walking in front, while she blushed with humiliation, not
daring to look at anyone else, as she followed the older
woman to a beauty salon.

Dr. Adams walked in and told the perky blonde behind the
counter, "My Laura is here for her appointment."

'Appointment?' Laura thought, 'I don't have an
appointment.' But before she had a chance to think about
what was transpiring, Laura was directed back to a chair in
the back and her hair was washed. While Laura was
otherwise occupied, Patricia took the remote that
controlled the small egg in Laura's pussy and began to
tease the young blonde with varying intensities. Laura
fought to control the fire burning in her sex, but it was
useless. She reached down and pulled her skirt up so that
she wouldn't ruin it, thankful that she was covered by the
black smocked draped from her neck. She was vaguely aware
that chemicals had been applied to her hair and she guessed
that maybe Dr. Adams thought she needed a little different

While Laura waited with her hair wrapped in strips of foil,
her hairdresser was whispering to the other women working
at the salon and pointing at Laura. It seems the woman had
never met a real-life nymphomaniac before. And Laura
certainly *had* to be a nympho. What else could explain
the way the girl was dressed or the way she was softly
moaning while her hair was cut and dyed. The hairdresser
was sure she had seen the tell-tell movement of a hand
beneath the black smock. The mewling sounds coming from
Laura's throat and her half-lidded eyes were a dead
giveaway of the state of her sexual excitement.

However, nothing prepared Laura for what happened an hour
later when the hairstylist turned Laura around to face the
mirror again. Laura was no longer a blonde, but a very
curly haired brunette. Laura stared openmouthed at her
reflection, while Dr. Adams put a pair of glasses on Laura.
Laura was just about to argue that she didn't need glasses.
Then Laura's mind drifted back to the picture of the geek
she was supposed to humiliate. Laura looked just like the
girl in the picture. Her lip trembled as she took in the

Dr. Adams comforted Laura by massaging her shoulders. "I
imagine you must have a lot of questions by now, don't you
sweetie?" Then she neatly tucked Laura's now dark hair
behind her ears. "Well, please be patient for just little
longer and I will tell you everything as soon as we get

Laura left a daze. She was so busy thinking about what was
going to happen to her; she didn't even pay any attention
to the leering stares of the mall patrons, as they made
their way back to Dr. Adams's car.

Laura got into the car and turned to Dr. Adams. "Dr.
Adams, what is go-"

Dr. Adams put a finger to Laura's lips. "Call me Mummy -
remember." Then she trailed the finger down between the
former blonde's breasts and snuck it beneath Laura's skirt.

"M-mummy, what <ahhh> is <mmmmmm> going Ohhn!" Patricia's
fingers gave Laura something else to think about and soon
the young girl's doubts were replaced by the mounting
passion coming from her sex. She lost herself to the
sensations of the fingers exploring her pussy and didn't
come around again until they had arrived at Dr. Adams


"Okay sweetie, when we go into my house, there is going to
be a few women there who are going to want to meet you.
I'm warning you in advance that some of these women may be
upset when they see you, but I promise that Mummy won't let
anything happen to you sweetie." Dr. Adams stroked Laura's
newly permed and dyed hair, comforting her while the young
girl dutifully licked the juices from the older woman's
fingers. "Now, I want you to promise me that you will be a
good girl and tell the truth, like we discussed. Do you
promise, sweetie?"

"I promise, mummy. But, when are you going to tell me-"
Laura whined.

"Shush, I'll tell you what you need to know inside. Be sure
to bring the envelope dear." Dr. Adams and Laura got out of
the car and the two walked hand in hand into the house.
Laura carried the envelope which contained a picture of a
girl who looked exactly like she did. She wondered how
much Dr. Adams knew and why she had wanted her to look like
this girl.

When they entered the house Laura looked around at the
nicely furnished house. Laura noticed about seven women in
the living room of the house. There were several gasps
when Laura entered and all of them had angry stares. Laura
was certain that they didn't like her; she assumed it was
because she was dressed like a prostitute. However, she
couldn't have been further from the truth.

A short auburn haired woman cried out in rage and jumped up
and ran toward Laura. Laura cringed in fear, expecting to
be pummeled by the maniac. Luckily, two of the other women
grabbed her before she could reach Laura.

"Bitch! Whore! I hate you! You ruined me! You ruined my
goddamn life!" the woman raged, struggling against the arms
that held her. She spat in Laura's face - twice. Poor
Laura trembled, holding Dr. Adams's hand tightly for
security; even giving it an extra squeeze to remind her of
her promise to protect her.

Patricia's free hand shot out and slapped the crazed woman
in the face. "Cindy! Get a hold of your self!" she
demanded, which seemed to calm the woman down, but her
chest still heaved and her eyes danced crazily.

Dr. Adams let go of Laura's hand and reached up to stroke
her hair. "Ladies, let me remind everyone here, not to
confuse Laura with the girls who caused you so much pain."
Dr. Adams's hand moved down and undid the bottom tie of
Laura's shirt then her fingers trailed to the top tie.
"Here, let Laura prove that she isn't like those sorority
sluts at all."

Laura prayed Dr. Adams knew what she was doing, because
these women looked positively hostile toward her. "Hands
behind your neck sweetie," Dr. Adams said. As Laura
clasped her hands behind her neck as ordered, she felt the
other tie undone and her top fell to the floor. Laura
blushed being exposed this way and the feeling of
helplessness was magnified ten-fold by the angry
belligerent stares of her audience.

Patricia's hands moved to Laura's hips and the former
blonde knew what was next. The miniskirt was pulled down
her hips and she stepped out of it. She could feel the
stares as all the women looked at her shaven aroused sex.
She could hear some of them whisper. "pst-would you look
at that . . . it's so big . . . she's dripping . . ."

"Kneel down now Laura and spread your legs. Now, Look up
lat momma now and open your mouth. C'mon dear, like a
little birdy," Dr. Adams cooed.

Laura had never felt so exposed and helpless before, but
she did as she was commanded. She knew the only thing
standing between her and these crazy women was Dr. Adams.
To her horror, she saw a ball of spit form between
Patricia's lips and string down toward her open mouth. The
young girl knew that this was some sort of test and she was
determined to pass it. She kept her mouth open even after
the saliva dripped into it.

"See, Cindy, Laura is a good girl. She's one of us now."

Cindy looked a little unsure then her eyes gleamed and she
spit in Laura's open mouth. Laura felt revulsion, but she
didn't let it show. Patricia tilted her head back up and
Laura swallowed the disgusting fluids down.

"Now thank Miss Cindy for her gift," Dr. Adams said.

Laura looked down at Cindy's Birkenstocks and said, "Thank
you Miss Cindy."

After Laura expressed her gratitude, she could feel the
tension leave the room. She looked up and was pleased to
see that most of the women seemed to be happy . . . even

Dr. Adams reached in her purse and pulled out some
photographs. "Laura, be dear and pass these along. A
picture tells a thousand words you know." she said, as she
handed them to Laura one at a time.

Laura couldn't believe it. She blushed and trembled in
total mortification as she looked at each picture. There
was a picture of her masturbating while sniffing Monique's
panties. Another showed her getting fucked by Latanya and
Tamara. There were others that contained almost every
humiliating act she had committed. Worse, it looked as if
Laura enjoyed every moment. Laura's distraught mind
threatened to cave under the stress, as she wondered how
many people were in on this bizarre plot to humiliate her.

"See Laura, you don't know this, but all the women in this
room including myself, were a victim of your sorority's
hazing. Poor Cindy was dyed purple and dropped off on
campus with 'Victim of Excessive Masturbation' written on
her body. No one here ever asked for this; it was just
some sick stunt for a little rich bitch to get her wings so
to speak.

"I was the first person to figure out the Lamda girls did
this every year, but after what they did to me, I couldn't
very well go to the police. I decided the only way to get
back at them, was from the inside. Then, I had a brilliant
idea: We take the former president of your sorority's
daughter, and have her room with a girl that would be . . .
how should I say it . . . likely to put her in her place if
she acted like a rich little bitch. Ha-ha, I have to hand
it to Monique, the girl went far beyond all our
expectations. I dare say you have endured far more than
all the women in this room, with the exception of me."

Dr. Adams knelt down on the floor behind Laura and
whispered in her ear. "You can put your arms down now
sweetie." Laura did and felt Patricia's strong arms
encircle her lean body.

"Laura, I meant what I said about you being the daughter I
never had. I love you and I hate what has happened to you,
me, and all these women. It is all the fault of those rich
bitches at your sorority. Will you help us put things
right so this doesn't happen again?"

At first, Laura was torn and conflicted after she heard the
truth. She had been used and humiliated, worse, she had
enjoyed it. Yet, all these other women had endured
humiliation before as well and Laura felt a sort of bond
with them that she felt lacking at her sorority sister's
today. Then, Laura heard Dr. Adams sniffling and could
feel the cold wet tears as they fell upon her bare
shoulder. Suddenly, Laura knew she had to help . . . had
to betray her sorority and her mother . . . had to stop her
other mummy from crying.

"I-I-I want to help," she said, as she turned around and
wrapped her arms around Dr. Adams and hugged her tightly.

"Thank you Laura," Dr. Adams said, kissing her passionately
as her eyes turned from sorrow to cold steel. "Come on
girls; let's train her for what she needs to do."

After the practicing for an hour with Patricia's friends,
Laura called Terry and asked her to meet her with another
of the sisters at the honors dorm at 9:00. They were given
instructions to go to room 233, the dormroom of the girl
who had been chosen for Laura to humiliate.

The girls arrived a little after nine and they hurried up
to room 233, careful to not be seen. Terry was a little
nervous to be walking into enemy territory, but it came
with the job. When they entered the dorm Terry immediately
noticed a note taped below the TV, with an arrow pointing
at the VCR below that said, "Turn me on!"

Terry had to hand it to Laura, whatever her scheme was, it
was certainly original, and she couldn't wait to see what
was in store. She turned on the VCR and the tape began to
play what Laura recorded earlier that day in the bathroom.

"Come out of there slut! Let us get a good look at you!"

Terry was surprised when closet door slowly opened and
Laura stepped out. With her glasses and hair dyed and
curled neither of the sorority girls recognized her as
Laura, but as the geek she was chosen to humiliate. Terry
was amazed that Laura could transform the geek from the
picture into such a slut in just one day.

From the neck up Laura looked like a typical honor student,
yet that's where the resemblance ended. With her extremely
high platform sandals, her micro mini with slits up the
sides showing off her ass and thighs and a too large
backless shirt that exposed her breasts; it was clear this
was a slut.

"Strip you dirty little whore!" The tape ordered. Laura
couldn't help but see the irony that she was humiliating
herself. She hesitantly stripped off her clothes before
the smiling sorority girls, all the while praying they
wouldn't recognize her. However, the girls' attentions
were on the words written in bright red lipstick on her
small breasts and stomach that read, "SLAVE 4 A NIGHT".

"Crawl over here. Crawl over here and kiss her feet!"
continued the tape.

"Unbelievable," Terry said in wonder as the obedient geek
crawled over to her and began to lick and suck on the
leather of her heels. "I think this might be the best
stunt ever."

Though Laura's image had frozen on the tape, her voice
continued. "Suzy here will do whatever you tell her to
tonight. I've already had my fun with her. Spank her,
write on her, take pictures, in short have a ball. She'll
do everything you say for the next hour. If she doesn't
just call 555-4088 and a computer will automatically send
off some picture she can't afford for anyone to see."

"She did make me promise that I wouldn't make her do any
lezzie stuff though. She said she would do anything but

'Anything but that huh?' Terry thought, as she stripped off
her clothes, before the wide-eyed stares of her sorority
sister and little geek Suzy. She picked up the phone and
looked down at the horrified face looking up at her. "Eat
me you little geek."

After seeing the little geek's hesitation and horror, Terry
turned to dawn and said, "What was that number Laura
mentioned, Dawn. Hmmm, I believe it was 5-5-5," she said,
pushing the digits on the phone.

"Please, Laura promised," Suzy begged.

"But I didn't promise anything," said Terry. "4-0-8 -
mmmmmm, I thought you would see it my way." Terry put the
phone down and enjoyed the feel of the mouth that was
pressed against her pubes.

In reality, Laura wanted nothing more than to bury her
tongue in Terry's lovely quim, but the ladies had been very
explicit on what she should do. She was supposed to be
reluctant and not proficient at what she was doing. As a
result, Laura was only allowed to smell the pungent musky
aroma emitting from the sex in front of her face.

"Come on Suzy Q, I want to feel your tongue." Terry
demanded. Then, she felt a tongue rolling clumsily through
her sex. She got off on the power she exerted over this
girl, but unless the little slut became more proficient,
she was only going to grow increasingly frustrated.

"Is the Q for queer Suzy? If it is, you're not a very good
queer. Your tongue has no rhythm, you clumsy slut," Terry

Laura got a little pissed at Terry's comments and gave her
a taste of real pleasure as she held the girl's little
button between her lips and flicked her tongue back and
forth across it. She was pleased when Terry moaned and
dropped to her knees. 'Stupid bitch, who's clumsy now,'
she thought.

Laura kissed her way up Terry's stomach and then lightly
bit her teeth into the girl's hardened nipples. She
frenched the young snob, letting her taste her own flavor
and buried a finger in her sex to make sure she didn't pull

'Okay, now for the hard part,' thought Laura was she
reached her hand over to the right and snuck it up Dawn's
skirt and felt her panties to see if they were wet. The
petite blonde didn't resist, not even when Laura pulled the
girl between she and Terry, then pulled her skirt and
panties down to her ankles.

"I believe Suzy queer is getting into this," said Terry as
she helped undress her friend.

Laura kissed her way along the cleft of the Dawn's sex,
tickling her labia with her tongue. She opened the gate
with her free hand and drank greedily from the mouth of her
sex. With her other hand she grabbed Terry's hand. 'Can't
have you masturbating, bitch,' she thought, placing Terry's
hand on Dawn's hip. She withdrew her mouth from Dawn's sex
and kissed Terry, giving her a sample of her friend's

'Time to put your mouth to work Terry,' Laura moved her
head up so that in order to maintain the kiss, Terry's face
was buried in the Dawn's bottom. Laura pulled her mouth
away slightly and their tongues danced together outside of
their lips. Then Laura reached her tongue up and lightly
tickled Dawn's little brownie drawing a moan out of the
quivering girl.

'Your turn now Princess,' Laura thought, as she danced her
tongue with Terry's again and then led it back up to join
hers as it pleasured Dawn's ass. Dawn stood trembling in
the air, suspended between the both girl's mouths, until
she too collapsed and fell.

Laura guided Dawn down to the floor on her back, with Terry
straddling her face. Laura moved down and began to lick
Dawn's pussy, giving the girl a few pointers on how to do
the job properly. Judging from Terry moans and
convulsions, it appeared the girl was a quick study.

Next, Laura placed her hand behind Terry's head and pushed
the moaning girl into Dawn's pussy. Terry instinctively
explored her sorority sister's engorged sex. Laura sat
staring at the two gorgeous blondes engaged in a sixty-
nine, as they discovered the pleasure of lesbian sex for
the first time.

Part of Laura wanted nothing more than to join in with the
two pretty girls. However, another part reminded her she
had a job finis. Besides, Laura knew whose sweet mouth she
wanted to feel making love to her sex, and it didn't belong
to either of the self-centered bitches on the floor.

Laura felt herself becoming angry at these girls as she
remembered what Dr. Adams and all those other women had
suffered at the hands of the sorority. She forgot the plan
Dr. Adams had laid out for a moment and she took out her
anger on the ivory cheeks of Terry's shapely bottom.


"Eat her pussy you little sorority slut!"


"Come on faster! Faster! Ride her face you college


In the back of Terry's mind, she knew she had somehow lost
control of the situation and that the tables had been
turned. Part of her screamed that this was not right, that
this was what she should be doing to the little geek.
However, she was experiencing far too much pleasure from
Dawn's silky tongue to salvage her pride. Besides, she
found that the spanking she was receiving turned her on
even more.

When she noticed that the spanking had stopped, instead of
relief, she longed for more. She looked up and saw Suzy at
the door with an armful of clothes and then it clicked in
her head. Suzie sounded just like Laura when she talked!

Laura smiled and waved at Terry, who felt her orgasm
welling up at the worst possible time.

"Surprise Sorority Sluts, you're on Lez TV!" Laura said, as
she pointed to the television.

Sweating and bucking her hips, Terry turned to look at the
TV in horror. "Ugh! No! No! Stop-Ugh-Dawn-Ugh-please-
stop-fuck-not-now-" she screamed, but it was too late; the
orgasm blossomed deep in her cunt and she trembled in the
throes of her climax. She watched in horror as her every
tremor was caught on the television. At the bottom of the
screen the initial of her sorority was displayed, but the T
had a red Z marked over it, displaying LEZ T.V. She was
not in a state to care about such things right now, but if
she knew that by now, everyone that lived on campus was
watching this channel, she would have died of

To be continued. . .

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