I heard the doorbell buzz.

There was an abrupt silence in the room; even though my mind was screaming at me, was I ready for this?

With a sudden air of panic, I looked at Brenda and then Paula.

Buzz… Buzz…

“My dear, aren’t you going to answer the door?” Brenda was staring at me; the quietness between the three of us was suddenly broken.

“Do I look all right?” I asked, still unsure.

“You look fucking beautiful, my dear. Now go and answer the fucking door!” Brenda had a way of dropping a swear word or two into any conversation.

I glanced at Paula; she agreed with my older lesbian girlfriend, my top.

The buzzer rang again, and this time I jumped from my seat. I hoped that my femme girlfriend would like what she saw. Karen had asked me to dress in a man’s military uniform, complete with medal ribbons and a peaked officer’s cap. She had even told me that I should cut my hair short and shave it at the sides. But that happily turned out to be only a ruse. With my long hair still intact, I wore a professional skullcap, which had short hair on top of it.

Karen had a deep attraction to women in uniform; that was why I was dressed like this. As I quickly marched towards the apartment's front door, I was well aware of the black fake cock strapped to my right leg. It was my piece, hidden within my khaki trousers. Today I was going to use it for the first time and take my femme girlfriend’s virginity.

I took a deep breath, then opened the door and stepped back to let Karen in. I wanted her to see me in the brighter light of the room, as I was hoping to take her breath away. However, as soon as she saw me, she giggled. She was looking at my short hair and the skullcap.

“I see you didn’t cut your hair then,” she chuckled.

However, I didn’t answer as my eyes were still digesting my girlfriend. My breath had been taken away. It was a reaction that I had only experienced once before, when I first saw one particular, yet currently unavailable girl.

Karen looked stunning, dressed in a short, pink, summery dress. It had puffy sleeves and made her look younger than her eighteen years. Her legs were bare, her white shoes were high, and her ginger hair was now long and enticing. It was tied back with a pink ribbon.

“Happy Birthday,” I mumbled with a smile, not wanting the moment to pass. “You look gorgeous,” I then quickly added in a clearer voice.

Karen kissed me, her face bright and beautiful. She was happy to see me.

“What do you think?” I asked as I did a little twirl and then saluted my femme girlfriend. I was hoping for a positive reaction.

“You look perfect,” Karen whispered as her hand moved between my legs and squeezed my fake plastic cock. “You feel perfect too,” she giggled as she gave it a second squeeze.

We kissed once again, this time a little more passionately.

As we broke apart, I took Karen’s hand, and we ambled back to the kitchen area and the waiting Brenda and Paula. As we walked, I remembered Brenda’s words of advice: “Remember, you are in charge of Karen's body. When you fuck her, you need to make sure she enjoys it and, above all, that she cum’s. Give her the big O.”

Normally, I was very happy being Brenda’s femme, or her bottom, as she often put it. But wearing this uniform, and especially the fake cock, made me feel different. It was a feeling that I had before, but this time, it surged within me. Maybe it was all in my head, but Brenda was right; this sensation of being sexually dominant—a top—was part of me.

As Brenda and Paula wished Karen a happy eighteenth birthday, I looked at my older girlfriend. She was observing us both, and yet she was smiling at me as I grinned back at her.

I got it!

This is why I was special. I knew my bull-dyke girlfriend wanted me to date and fuck other women. But I now realise that none of the seventeen official girlfriends before me, not even Paula, had been both curious and slutty enough to want to do that as both a top and a bottom.

And there was something else. My older girlfriend never discovered her true sexuality until her mid-twenties. I now had the feeling she was trying to relive her missed lesbian youth through me. While I didn’t know if that was true or not, I wanted this too—to experiment with other lesbian women whenever the opportunity arose. 

After chatting for several minutes, Brenda brought out an eighteenth birthday cake that she had baked. The cake had Karen’s name on it and was iced to show three high-heeled shoes, one red, one white, and one blue. They represented the three shoes I purchased from Karen on the day I met her in the shoe shop where she worked.

However, Brenda had wanted to ice the cake very differently!

She had suggested that it should be my open legs and my then very hairy pussy, as that is what I had used on that day to entice Karen into giving me her telephone number. My younger girlfriend laughed and agreed with my older one that I should not have vetoed that idea.

We lit the candles and embarrassingly sang the traditional Happy Birthday song before cutting the cake and drinking a cup of tea. It was just like any normal birthday lunch. But here I was, dressed as a man in a military uniform, waiting to have sex with a strapped-on fake cock with my now eighteen-year-old girlfriend and take her virginity.

“Let’s take a few photos of you two,” Brenda said as we finished our tea.

I looked at Karen, again unsure. But she was enthusiastic and pointed out that she had never had professional photos taken of her before. So, I trooped back to Brenda’s private studio and once again reminded my older girlfriend that these photos were not for David’s eyes. There was no way I wanted him to see me dressed like a man.

After some alterations to Karen’s makeup, I found myself in front of the camera once again, Brenda clicking away. However, this time I was not relaxed, just horny, and I was hoping to get this out of the way so I could have some private time with my younger femme girlfriend.

The first batch of photos was quite traditional, even formal. We could have shown them to our parents if I had been dressed appropriately. It felt surreal standing there holding hands, then arms around one another, smiling as we looked into Brenda’s camera.

With each pose came a giggle from Karen. She seemed high on the excitement of the day and thought that she was doing something sexually naughty. I just went with the flow, caught up in the infectious wake of my younger girlfriend's giggle.

Though technically Karen was still a virgin, I knew she was certainly no prude when it came to sex. That was something I had already found out since we started seeing each other nine weeks ago. Her hymen was long gone as she frequently masturbated including using various objects as replacement dildos. Though a lesbian, she told me that she liked to feel full when she came.  

On a normal photoshoot, Brenda would soon correct any giggles, with a snap of a few choice swear words to make the model act more professional.

But not today. If anything, she was encouraging my younger sub-girlfriend to enjoy herself while at the same time keeping me in my place.

Before long, the bed had been produced, and Karen and I were lying on it—nothing sexual. We were still fully clothed. This was as far as I wanted the shoot to go; I wanted to protect my younger girlfriend, but my pussy was screaming at me. I had waited nine whole weeks; it was time to fuck Karen, take her virginity, and give her an eighteenth birthday present she would never forget.

It had been all planned, and now we were doing this! 

“That’s it, Karen. Lift that leg a touch higher.”

Flash, Flash, Flash... 

“Clare, hold her closer and look into her eyes. That’s it.”

Flash, Flash, Flash... 

“Remember, you’re the dom, so fucking act like one!” Brenda suddenly barked at me. I knew she wanted me to take the lead and fuck Karen on camera.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I whispered to Karen while my other girlfriend was in the midst of changing cameras; she had eight waiting. "She wants us to fuck on film; I just know it," I quietly added.

"Is that what you want?”

Karen’s blue eyes looked into mine, and I melted. She did want this, though my instincts were telling me this was wrong… That, it was Brenda who desired this the most!

Karen’s hand slid down towards my fake cock. There were no words, just the flashes of the lights as she began to unzip my trouser's fly.

We kissed.

Flash, Flash, Flash... 

Then, with an adept touch, Karen took out my plastic cock and locked it in place. We smiled at each other, my seven-and-a-half inches now wafting in the air between us.

Flash, Flash, Flash... 

As we continued to kiss, I took Karen’s hand and showed her how to masturbate me, just like Brenda had done to me earlier. I stifled a groan, my pussy now alive and responding to Karen’s gentle touch. Her hand was now moving naturally backwards and forwards along my black column, its bulbous body lodged deep inside my vagina.

Flash, Flash, Flash... 

“Touch me,” my young girlfriend whispered.

I ran my hand under her short dress and into her pink G-string panties. They were soaked.

“Does that answer your earlier question? I want this!” Karen gasped as my fingers touched her.

I had wanted this to be private and certainly not filmed. Yet, I felt compelled to follow Karen’s wishes, and without thinking, I ran my fingers through her ginger pubic hair and into her drenched folds. There, my digits lingered. I caressed her in slow, circular motions as her pussy dripped its girly nectar into her pink undies.

Flash, Flash, Flash...

We kissed. My mouth was suddenly dry. I wanted to go down and taste my girlfriend’s sex, but I had a duty to do – for both my girlfriends.

Karen lifted her bottom, and her pink, soaked knickers fell to the floor.

Flash, Flash, Flash...

With no resistance, I pushed a finger into her sopping cunt and fucked her with a single digit as the camera looked on. Karen moaned, and her hand came away from my black waving piece. My demanding pussy was once again left wet and wanting; Karen didn’t know how my fake cock worked.

It was time for me to take control and get some relief for my own pussy.

I glanced at Brenda, who was unusually silent and busy clicking away. I carefully parted Karen’s pubic hair curtain, showing pink to the camera. If my sub and dom girlfriends wanted this all on film, I was going to make sure that was exactly what they both got.

Flash, Flash, Flash...

With me still dressed fully in my khaki military uniform, I dropped down between my girlfriend’s stretched legs. Her pussy spread before me, my tongue ready to lick her juicy folds. I let Brenda take some photos before I flicked off my officer's cap, and my tongue found my girlfriend's sweetness.

“That’s it, girls. Hold that pose.”

We did as instructed.

Flash, Flash, Flash... 

Then, with new aplomb, I licked away. Karen’s moans added to the noise of the clicking camera. I pushed her legs back and rimmed her tangy asshole. My tongue's touch caused my girlfriend's legs to straighten and shake. A primaeval groan escaped from Karen’s mouth as she came. Her hands were gripping the bed, and my face was now awash with her girly juice.

I pulled back and let Brenda’s camera come close as I held Karen’s cunt open. Her pink hole, framed by its ginger pubic hair, was still gurgling its tasty nectar. My girlfriend’s only sound was one of panting as she came down from her sexual high.

Flash, Flash, Flash... 

Brenda captured Karen in all her glory as she lay there, and I pulled back and removed my skullcap.

“Too hot,” I remarked as I shook my hair out, which brought a giggle from the recovering Karen.

“Before you say anything, I am never going to cut my hair short or wear this thing again. This morning, I realised just how much it means to me.”

“Good, I am not cutting mine either,” Karen giggled and then started laughing. I sensed she was thinking back to how she enticed me to agree to cut mine.

I looked at Brenda. She was changing films, something she normally only did in her laboratory. But today was different. Brenda had been unusually quiet during the photoshoot, only occasionally giving us some direction or reminding me to be more dominant with Karen.

As we waited on Brenda, I stripped off my jacket and then my blouse, freeing my tits, and then I stepped out of my trousers. I was left just in my harness. Simultaneously, Karen sat up and removed her dress; like me, she hadn’t bothered wearing a bra.

“My dear, I am going to take a few photos of Karen on her own before you join her,” Brenda announced, breaking her reserve.

I stood back, my pussy still reminding me that it hadn’t cum. As I watched on, it surprised me how comfortable my younger girlfriend was in front of the camera. I knew that nudity was never a big deal for her or her family, but nude modelling was a whole step up from that!

With grace and efficacy, Karen moved her naked body into every position asked for by Brenda. Her fiery bush matched her long ginger hair, something she had only started to grow longer at my request.

As she lay there, I took in Karen’s inherent beauty. Her body had a few freckles, which seemed to pool on her cheeks, but other than that, her skin was off-white. Karen’s eyes were a bright blue, not as stunning as Sarah’s, but still startling, and they contrasted nicely with her ginger hair.

My girlfriend was five feet six high and slim, her breasts a small B-cup and topped off with pink sensitive nipples. Between her legs, she had a bush of ginger hair, and her labia was shaped like a little heart.

I smiled to myself. Soon she would be waiting for me, legs spread—I was going to be her first.

With Brenda giving me a knowing look, I rejoined Karen on the bed.

My sub-girlfriend smiled at me, her blue eyes darting to my plastic cock, desiring what I had to offer. We both giggled as we realised our big moment had arrived.

Flash, Flash, Flash... 

And it was all going to be captured on Brenda’s camera.

It was with that thought that Brenda’s words returned to me: “Remember, you’re the dom—so fucking act like one!”

Flash, Flash, Flash... 

I suddenly declared, “Bitch, suck my cock!”

To be continued…

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