Home from her sleepover at the Vatspalts, Lilly is emboldened to explore self-pleasure and begins the stretching of her special place. Lilly discovers how the Vatspalt sisters play with each other. Louise shares a shocking video with Lilly and Cassy. Held down against her will, Lilly's special place is assaulted. To her delight, Lilly is instructed to torment her best friend's pussy with an unusual device.
An imagined rape takes place in this chapter. If this content makes you uncomfortable, please do not continue reading this installment.
The Swedish words for pussy (fitta, snippa, mus) and cock (kuk) are used in this story. They are not misspellings.
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Lilly took an earnest and rigorous approach to the self-exploration of her body after returning home from church that morning. Her private discussion with Cassy's parents had kindled her curiosity. Watching them have sex and handling Erik's lovely kuk had played like a film in her mind and she couldn't stop thinking about it. Sitting in the pew, pretending to study the scriptures, her special place throbbed and she worried about a wet spot forming on Louise's borrowed dress.
By the time the Vatspalts dropped her at home, Lilly's parents had gone to the mall and she had the house to herself. Locking the door to her bedroom, she'd found an article on the internet that listed different ways in which girls could try masturbating. She stripped naked; absently tracing her finger over the now-hairless swale of her mons, and followed the suggestions provided in the article.
She began by straddling her pillow and thrusting her pelvis against it, which felt like sandpaper. Rubbing her special place on the bedpost did nothing but make her feel vulgar. She next sat Indian-style on her bed, put her phone in selfie mode and leaned it against her crossed ankles. This provided an exceptionally clear view and, recalling Mrs. Vatspalt's tutelage, she used her fingers to splay her lower lips open, exposing the bright pink rosebud of her clit.
Playing with it felt okay, but there was no "Ah, ha!" moment as she'd believed there would be. Touching it didn't elicit the same convulsion she'd experienced under Mrs. Vatspalt's caress. Thinking back to watching Cassy masturbate on the pool raft and trying to copy her movements also didn't generate much excitement.
It wasn't until the end of the article, when the author noted that it was sometimes easiest just to lie back, open your legs and think about something that "turns you on!" And that's what she did.
Placing her phone on the bedside table, she lay across her bed. Spreading her legs so wide she felt vulnerable, Lilly closed her eyes. The sun streaming through the window sliced bright warmth across the flat expanse of her stomach and the wet slash of her sex. Lilly massaged her breasts as she thought about an unwanted intruder doing very nasty things to her. She danced her fingers over the contours of her special place as she imagined their encounter.
She thought about coming home to an empty house. Only the house wasn't empty and she surprised the burglar as she walked into her room. He was handsome; a delicious combination of Mr. Vatspalt, Erik and a couple of other cute guys from school. For no reason, she imgined him nude and was stroking his cock, which looked a lot like Mr. Vatspalt's.
Seeing her, he leapt and she tried to flee, but wasn't fast enough. Pulling her hair, he tossed her on the bed and pounced. "Just who I was looking for," he said. Wedging his knees between hers, she was powerless to keep him from spreading her legs open. She wasn't wearing undies and the short dress she wore rode over her hips, exposing her freshly shorn pussy. Ripping the garment open, he smiled when he saw she also wore no bra.
Ripples of pleasant tension pulsed from her clit as he raped her. She increased the tempo and pressure and the ripples turned to waves. She heard herself moaning. The oscillations from her center made her writhe atop the bed, stomach undulating, breasts hitching, her legs pushing the blankets to the floor as the wonderful pressure built.
He had torn her clothes off completely and tied her limbs to her four-poster bed, spreading her legs enough to part the lips of her special place. She pleaded with him to stop before he went too far. His laugh was wicked while he slapped her tits. "You need to shut the fuck up, you uptight bitch. Here, this should do it," he said before jamming his cock down her throat. She was helpless as he savagely fucked her face.
Using two fingers, she rubbed her clit agressively, then pushed them inside her special place and pumped as she thought about choking on his essence. Thick, salty sperm drooled from her mouth as he withdrew himself. Angered she was unable to swallow it all, he slapped her across the face, his ejaculate spattering her cheeks and bedsheets.
"No chance of getting pregnant now," he said. Her pussy made sloppy wet noises as she beat her clit with an open hand. "I'm going to tear that tight little cunt of yours wide open." He stared earnestly into her eyes as he entered her with one forceful thrust. His cock filled her tightly and her cries were pitiful as he drove into her like a jackhammer.
In her bedroom there was one explosive release, like a shotgun. For an instant her body went rigid and she hiccupped. Her eyes were wide open and all she saw was a blinding white light. Lilly's abdomen convulsed violently and her legs clamped closed. She screamed as a tsunami of pleasure tore through her. Bucking against the mattress, her body curled into a C and then went rigid straight as another bolt shocked her system. This time, her legs spread and her pelvis tilted upward, involuntarily driving three fingers onto her clit before slipping deeply into her special place, resulting in another shotgun blast and round of seizures. She heard a high-pitched squeal followed by a mewing keen, but it didn't sound like anything that had ever escaped her lips. Gulping for air, smaller quakes followed, the pleasure subsiding with each aftershock until her legs went loose and her knees fell open. She stroked her sex, her breath catching with each grazing of her clit.
She eventually stilled.
Since that afternoon she'd found time for herself nearly every day. Her fantasies varied and she discovered that some worked better than others. The Vatspalts factored into many of them, but she also thought about Robby and other guys, and even some girls from school. Shelly came into a few, but in those fantasies, Lilly was the tormentor. She was somewhat surprised at how forecful her orgasms where when she thought about pinning Shelly to the changing bench and fucking her with a shampoo bottle.
Thinking back to Mrs. Vatspalt's suggestion, Lilly even managed to smuggle an empty wine bottle into her room. She'd found it on the kitchen counter one Saturday morning. It hadn't been thrown away and her parents were still sleeping so she brought it up to her bathroom, washed it thoroughly, and kept it hidden in the drawer of her bedside table. In the following days, she realized Cassy's parents were correct; penetrating her snippa with it was very enjoyable, but it took practice.
The first time she wasn't aware that the insertion of the bottle would be so uncomfortable. Forcing the hard green glass past her lips, she yelped; it didn't feel good. It was cold and unyeilding and her pussy seemed shrink around its neck, her delicate lower lips skidding across the surface. So she let the bottle lay against her leg and let her mind wander.
Massaging her clit as she fantasized about Mr. Vatspalt's hardened cock slicing into her pussy, Lilly ran her finger over her firth until the hot moisture oozed. Dipping them inside, she coated the neck of the bottle with her feminine effusion and willed herself to relax. Wedging the glass into her special place, her breath caught but she persevered, her brow furrowing as she pushed the bottle deeper. She was afraid of hurting herself and pulled it out after only a few minutes. The next time was more pleasant and the time after that even better.
Masturbating was far easier to do than dedicated stretching time with her bottle. She found she could masturbate while showering in the morning or while sitting in front of her closet mirror as she applied her makeup. While it wasn't preferred, Lilly learned to control herself vocally when she came; only emitting quiet whimpers as her body hitched. She often spent a few minutes rubbing her clit or finger fucking herself before getting up for the day. She knew there wasn't the time needed to reach an orgasm and that was okay. Touching herself was pleasant even if it didn't always involve a gut-wrenching climax.
Stretching sessions were less frequent as she needed privacy for a greater amount of time. This was challenging as her parents didn't leave her home alone very often. It was also more difficult to remain quiet when exploring herself with the bottle.
Stretching always left her bathed in sweat and it was sometimes a little uncomfortable if she pushed too hard or attempted to widen her opening by wiggling the bottle too far. But the experience always made her feel as if she'd accomplished something important and that she was maturing. Lilly figured it was better to go through being uncomfortable now, when there wasn't a boy trying to push his kuk inside her. She wanted that moment to be joyous.
As the months went by, Lilly often spent Saturday nights with the Vatspalts and then attended church with them Sunday mornings. At first, her parents were against this idea. But eventually their protests went quiet. Lilly couldn't blame them; her father's employer had cast him aside in favor of a younger, more dynamic minister. Lilly noticed her parents seemed to be walking away from the presence that had guided them for so many years. She understood their resetment and she came to a realization she knew she'd never admit to them: her father's firing had opened a door for her that seemed filled with opportunity. At home, she commiserated with them; often praying with them for a new beacon to light their way. For Lilly, that light came from the Vatspalts.
Upon arriving at their house, she obdiently followed Cassy to her room and the girls would change into their pajamas for the remainder of the evening. They would enjoy a hearty dinner and engage in thought-provoking debate. Sometimes they watched movies or played board games late into the night, sipping wine and enjoying each others' company.
After her first sleepover, she got over the fact that Erik bathed with his sisters and it became common practice for Lilly to share the oversized shower with the Vatspalt siblings Sunday mornings. She enjoyed the playful antics as the shower session often broke down into a water fight with the handheld wands, all of them laughing hysterically as they targeted each other's bodies.
They all used Sunday morning to groom their special places and following a few more lessons, along with guidance from Cassy and Louise, Lilly was eventually able to handle shaving Erik's lovely kuk on her own. She looked forward to these moments. Playing with him and handling his cock was enjoyable, but there was something else that was more elusive. It took a few weeks but she finally realized that kneeling in front of him felt right, it was feminine and docile. She was pleasing. She was wanted.
While very curious, she wasn't brave enough to prep him by sucking his cock. Instead, she found that gently stroking him while using her other hand to fiddle with his balls was enough. He had offered to shave her, but she always deferred to Cassy or Louise for fear of revealing her arousal at the prospect of spreading her legs so a man could access her snippa.
As her confidence slowly grew, Lilly often strolled the upstairs rooms and hallways nude or partially nude, as the rest of the family did, sometimes stepping into Mr. and Mrs. Vatspalt's room to chat about something or follow up on a discussion from the previous evening.
During this time, Lilly came to realize that nudity was nothing to be ashamed of and the more it occured the more banal it became. Being naked with and around Cassy's family felt natural, not sexual. Given their typical state of undress, they kept their house pleasantly warm which made it even more comfortable.
