Zoe had successfully managed open Melissa's locker. She had managed to borrow the master key from the office, pretending to have lost her own. No one came to check up on the vicar's daughter, so it was very easy to get a copy of Melissa's keys made...but how were we going to use them? It wasn't easy, but we carried on as though nothing had happened. In truth, any real discomfort only lasted a couple of days. My knickers still had the odd fleck of blood in them for a few more days, but other than the humiliation of it all, I was feeling all right. Zoe took over here, in her effort to find the best time to find their flat empty.
Zoe heard a whisper that that Mel and Jude were planning a weekend away... To find out more forced Zoe into taking drastic action. She spent a friendly morning break catting and fumbling with Judith's buttons. Zoe smilingly agreed to take a late afternoon ' walk ' with Judith. ( This really meant finding a quiet spot somewhere, slipping her own panties off and then undressing Jude and giving her pussy a good seeing to! ) She wasn't looking forward to what the ' walk ' would finally entail...Zoe lacked MY enthusiasm when it came to pussy eating....but pressed ahead bravely. Zoe had outwardly still remained friendly with both our tormenters, and hoped her deception might pay some dividends... It did! Chatting idly on their ' walk, ' Zoe found out more details about their proposed weekend away. Their trip turned out to be a kind of 'gay rally .' Judith invited Zoe along but she managed a convincing ' helping in church ' excuse to avoid going. To avoid suspicion she knew what she'd have to do when a secluded spot was reached. They reached a quiet part of the grounds, beyond the art block. Once there the blanket was thrown roughly down, a quick kiss, cuddle, a few buttons fumbled open, pull Judith's knickers down, and then a long enthusiastic tonguing session between Jude's legs and deep into her smelly ass hole convincingly sealed the deception.
Zoe was now absolutely determined to ' see justice done ' and had done the ' neccessary ' with ' seeming ' enthusiasm. She had been more than willing to do the deed if we were finally going to get our revenge.
If their trip went ahead then we'd have had a whole two days to retrieve all the embarrassing evidence and ease our humiliation...By now however, vengeance was in our hearts...How could make those two suffer without putting ourselves into an even more embarrassing position ? We needed to get hold of the incriminating stuff first. At five o'clock on the Friday evening we were carefully hidden from view round the corner at the end of Mel and Jude's street. Occasional peeps round the corner confirmed they were going, as they loaded two small cases into the B.M.W. As we heard their car set off we pulled tight to the privet hedge and watched them drive by. We waited for a few minutes in case they'd forgotten anything and ' nipped back' for it. After about quarter of an hour we were confident that they wouldn't return so we took out our copied keys and crossed the road, heading down the quiet street toward their flat. There was no one about so we quickly slipped inside.
Once we'd found the light switch, we were in business. Using their phone in the hallway , I phoned home telling my Mum that I was spending the night at Zoe's. She made a similar phone call, and our deception was complete. Curiously a felt a pleasant ' tingling ' in my loins as I spied the bed, still in pride of place in the living room. I felt no shame, fondly remembering the snuggling, sucking and lapping my best friend and I had engaged in on that very same duvet. The flat seemed much bigger than we remembered it, but there was no sign of ANY photograhs. The top desk drawer was unlocked but contained a few notepads, pens and an old phone book, T.V. remote control pad.....but NOTHING else. We looked in every nook and cranny but....nothing.. Zoe ' plopped ' dejectedly onto the bed.., and began slowly sobbing.. ' All the humiliation we've endured...And all the risks we've taken....For What ?' she blubbed. I sank into the soft mattress alongside her, she was right,..all our risks and sacrifices, ( ow! )..for nothing. Suddenly we were BOTH sobbing.
Quite naturally we put our arms around each other in a vain effort to comfort each other. We sank into the mattress as our world seemed to be collapsing around us. I can't honestly say who made the first move, all I really remember is being suddenly in a passionate ' clinch' with Zoe. This wasn't a little peck, this was a gasping, grunting, heaving, urgent statement....from the vicar's daughter. I couldn't believe it as Zoe's trembling fingers clumsily unfastened my shirt. In amongst a myriad passionate dartings from her soft, burning lips and gentle, nimble fingers, I ended up wearing just my bra, pants and socks. The rapidly expanding wet patch on my pants confirmed my state of my arousal. I hadn't managed to undress Zoe...YET...but I had my hand thrust right up her skirt, stumming furiously at her clit, through her cotton panties.
To me it was a fantastic erotic experience as I lay back and allowed myself to be ' taken' by Zoe. Despite the awful nature of some of the things we'd recently endured we had been inexorably drawn to this situation... To me seemed inevitable.... I had known for a while of my sexual attraction to Zoe.
She was my best friend and I loved her...but deep down I'd always hoped for more than a ' platonic' friendship. As my soaked pants were roughly cast aside I realised that I'd got my wish....I never thought, in even my wildest dreams however that my beautiful Zoe would be the one making the running. As her tongue and lips smothered my clit and weeping pussy I realised that my feelings for Zoe were not just one - way. As Zoe's tongue buried deeply into me I came, shuddering to the first of God knows how many climaxes. Having drunk me dry Zoe grudgingly came up for air....My turn at last...Despite all my inner acceptance of probably ' being gay ' I was inexperienced as to exactly what I should be doing as my face came to rest on Zoe's fragrant bush. Ridiculously I'd JUST had a masterclass from my baby faced friend in how to do it, so after taking a deep breath I plunged in.. Even now I marvel on every ' visit ' at the taste, texture and fragrance of Zoe's honeypot, it truly must have been a gift from God. In the months that followed I always felt so self conscious during my oral feasts, as between Zoe's legs was so special. I could always detect a strong, pungent, often quite unpleasant aroma whenever changing my own knickers. If I thought that we might get the chance to ' get down to it ' I'd try and ensure I had clean knickers on, so that my 'friend ' didn't have to endure my embarrassing aroma. Zoe NEVER seemed to be troubled in this area with me. I could never get enough of HER...We became lovers... Even at the ' wrong time of the month ' , her soapy, musky, perfumed fragrance never lost their ' addictive 'appeal. If I had to die today,..I know where I'd like to spend my last hours.
It didn't worry me that Zoe may not have felt as strongly as me, at that moment, on that bed, in that awful flat....I was in paradise..We made love urgently until the street lights slowly illuminated the room...about two or so hours. As I was gently nibbling Zoe's nipples, a small red light came to my attention. It seemed to be inside the big mirror on the wall. We both rose naked from the bed and went over to the mirror. In the half light we could see through the mirror,...there was a room beyond it. We could now see the outline of a door in the wallpaper, the mirror being like a little window in the door... Almost certainly all the things we needed to find were in this room,...but how were we going to get in ?
For some reason we dressed before trying to find a way into the secret room. There was no door handle, in fact there was nothing to even tug at. Yet more frustration seemed set to befall us, when someting stirred in the back of my mind. On our last visit we'd pretended to be drugged and put on a show for our hosts. I felt a bit ' fuzzy ' as Zoe gobbled my pussy, but I was more or less ' all there.' I remembered hearing a noise like Dad's burglar alarm being put on at home. At the time I was ' busy ' and unsurprisingly I just dismissed it and went back to eating my delicious Zoe's sopping pussy. About now it BEGAN dawning on me that I didn't need to feign enthusism, ' Eating ' Zoe was surprisingly pleasurable. Zoe also vaguely remembered hearing a similar noise. I rather hoped that my efforts hungrily eating her out were too distracting...but she didn't say. We turned out the desk drawers again, and BINGO! We found a remote control keypad that wasn't the one for the T.V. video or hi-fi. We realised that the little black device must be the one that would unlock that door, the problem was that you needed the code number to get it to work.
' SHIT !' snapped Zoe, ' We STILL can't get in !' and she threw the remote petulantly onto the carpet. Suddenly feeling rather ' adult ' I picked it up. ' Come on Zoe think...It bleeps when you press it...Listen..' Each number made a different musical note..' Can you remember hearing it's little tune ?' Strangely I could partially remember hearing a strange little tune above Zoe's noisy, enthusistic gobbling sounds....' Four Notes !' I beamed, ' There were four notes....' Somewhere in the back of my mind I dredged up the memory.. ' Great ! ' said Zoe sarcastically....' ONLY NINE THOUSAND NINE HUNDRED AND NINETY NINE POSSIBILITES .' Feeling totally dejected we slumped back on the bed..' We might as well go home ' sighed Zoe...' Maybe later..' I whispered, slowly unbuttoning my shirt.
Zoe smiled that knowing smile and began unbuttoning her top. Within moments we were locked in a familiar embrace. The noise of our kisses, caresses and appreciatve gasps must have been audible out in the street, but forcefully we BOTH went hard at it...I don't know how long our session lasted, but suddenly a woke with a start...Zoe was sitting at the desk, the dim light illuminating her serious looking face. She was scribbling something onto a notepad, and then tapping numbers into the keypad.. 'Zoe!..Come back to bed..' I urged, but she beckoned me to join her at the desk. Zoe had dreamed up some possible codes for the keypad. She was convinced that Melissa and Judith's code number MUST be one that we could work out. We found birthdays, both theirs and their families in the small desk book. We put the numbers into every combination we could think of in a desperate attempt to stumble on the magic four digits....but with NO success'
I just wanted to give up. At least if I could talk Zoe back into bed the night would not be total loss. I had to give up on that one, as Zoe relentlessly continued scribbling numbers down before trying them on the pad.
I don't have much patience, but thankfully Zoe had more than enough for both of us. Again I woke with a start...this time to Zoe's whoops of triumph.....the door was OPEN. ' It was OBVIOUS ' she boomed...' 69 4 2 ' She squealed. To this day I'll never know where the vicar's daughter dredged that one up from, but the open door was testament to her success. With a feeling of triumph we strolled naked into the secret room.
There was no disapointment this time. ALL we were looking for was here...and more. The mirror was a cheap sort of ' one way ' glass. Videos were shot, unobserved, through this little ' window.' All down one wall of the secret room, hundreds of sets of photographs were neatly assembled onm the book rack, all labelled and easy to find. The ones marked ' Vicar's Daughter ' and ' Vic's Daughter and Friend ' were exactly what we were after.
We couldn't resist a look at some of the other photos. They were much the same as ours...some girls looked very young, but we didn't recognise anyone until we found a set of photos with our old school as the title. Inside were numerous pictures of girls from the present Year 10 and 11 at our old school. We recognised most of the girls...some of whom took a really good photo. Zoe wondered how these girls had got involved, but that only came to light later.
We gathered every ' incriminating' photograph we could find. Shamefully I sneaked a few pictures into my bag..( when we dressed ) but we were feeling pretty good about things until Zoe called me over to the other bookcase. There, racked up like the photos were a whole host of videos. On the long table next to them were six V.C.R's. I think this is where the video tapes could have been copied. There were odd bits of equipment lurking close by. Zoe had seen enough photographers equipment lying around the church when videos were being shot to realise that this was the place were videos were edited as well as probably copied. Zoe remarked that editing was quite a skilled operation....Someone else must have been involved. Judging by all the photos, videos and equipment there was quite a small business in operation here.
We spent nearly a whole day going through the photos, to make sure we removed any incriminating ones. We both got a nasty shock when one set of photos was opened. My ' up the ass ' ordeal in the sick bay was covered by sixteen photographs. In the same pack Zoe's toilet initiation was covered. They must have had access to one of those tiny ' pen cams ' as neither of us were aware of being photographed as we were being butt fucked. Zoe's anal penetration was obviously far more interesting than mine as there were twenty three photos of that torn bottom although I knew they had been disturbed.. The negatives were not in the wallet, which was a bit worrying, but we took the pictures for good measure. We actually recognised a couple of the girls on other photos. Miss Davies had been an art student teacher at our comprehensive school. There were over sixty photographs of her, mainly ' open leg ' shots like we had done, but a few really good ones of her spreading her ass cheeks...You could see right in ! ! We wondered how she got involved here. Her eyes were bright and clear, she didn't appear to have been drugged. Most of the other models had a familiar ' glazed ' look about them. Like us, they probably hadn't been aware of the photographs they'd ' posed' for. Personally though I got very wet as I did my duty, carefully checking out the hundreds, no, thousands of photos. We worked all night at this onerous task, but by morning we were sure that we'd vetted them all, and placed them all in the right order back on the shelves. There were so many of them on the shelf that we hoped that ours wouldn't be missed. Then the phone rang.........
Only at that moment did it register that there were two phones on the desk. We obviously were not going to anwer the phone....And then the answering machine cut in. A faraway voice spoke, possibly Judith... ' M & J Film and video services..There's no one here in the office at the moment...Leave a message or make your order after the tone, and we'll process it as soon as possible Please indicate if you want a copy of our new full colour catalogue... Priced at £40.00 Deductable from your first order.................BEEP ! ' Sure enough the caller started to make an order. A European sounding voice confirmed ' Hi Girls ! Karl here...Like to order fim sets LB 7, 9 15, 26. 48, 75 and five sets of number 67... Also five each of the following videos, Anal ad, ft, jy, jl, mj, pt and sg. Payment as usual...Usual address....See you !!' ..and with that he cheerily signed off.
Over the next three hours the answering machine took six orders Such busy girls ! We suddenly ' needed , to see the new catalogue. Zoe had ensured every key on Mel's bunch had been copied so we had every key. We had no trouble opening the huge filing cabinet in the corner. It clicked open first time. The top three drawers were empty, but the bottom drawer was full of cling wrapped books. We carefully slit one pack open and slid a couple of the books out. Wcarefully sealed the wrapper back up again, hopefully to disguise our theft. They were indeed catalogues of all the videos and photographs the girls had to offer. The header on the cover boasted ' World's best young f/f anal available.' I wondered about the Trades Description Act, but sort of realised that didn't apply to this type of merchandise.There were a lot of explicit picures in the catalogue, most involving two women team fucking a pretty young ass - hole with a familiar looking fleshy dildo. Kaitlyn Dyson was on the front cover. She had been the school heart throb, two years ahead of us. The cover showed the lovely Kaitlyn crouching in front of an open fire, legs wide apart spreading her pussy for the camera. The cover titled the picture ' Kathy's first anal experiece with her friends..' ...' New video now available..' The catalogue confirmed the ' Lesbian ' nature of its' content. The picture quality seemed very good....and then we saw the price list.
The videos were £225 each, the photographs were £65 a set. Someone was making a lot of money....particularly considering none of the ' models ' were probably paid. We worked out that about £2000 's worth of orders had been placed on the answerphone that very morning. Suddenly Mel and Jude's expensive clothes, car and lavish flat came into perspective. We now knew how they could afford them....WE had literally worked our backsides off for them! We gathered up all the stuff implicating us and we phoned the vicarage, telling Zoe's Mum we were coming home early. We left the flat early on Sunday morning, laden with evidence to nail M and J, but what were we going to do with it.? We didn't bank on a bit of ' divine ' help..
We arrived back at Zoe's, only to come face to face with my Mum. Both sets of parents had discovered that we weren't at each other's houses.. Faced by two irate parents, my Mum and Zoe's Dad, the vicar, we could only ' come clean .' We didn't mention our own sexual ' liason ' though, we thought it best to keep quiet about that and kept the incriminating material to ourselves. Zoe's Dad was clear about what needed to be done. He took the videos and photos to the police station and furnished the C.I.D. with all the details...a police raid followed three days later. Apparently the police needed two vans to carry all the evidence away. Melissa's brother turned out to be the cameraman as well as the ' brains' behind the enterprise. He was arrested at work..All in all, things were working out perfectly. We made our excuses to our respective parents and we went to Zoe's room to unpack.
Realistically, lust had driven us upstairs. No words were exchanged as Zoe gently closed her bedroom door, but we were immediately stripping furiously. We plunged onto her little divan bed and locked ourselves between each other's legs in that very instant. Zoe had never seemed totally keen as regards the ' 69 ' in the past, but on this evening she was insatiable. Zoe had always seemed so reserved in the oral department....but not tonight. She gobbled, nibbled and sucked me noisily down there with a frantic urgency and enthusiasm that defied description....Without a trace of inhibitions Zoe brought me off....I simply GUSHED !! Relentlessly she tenderly savaged my most intimate places, crowning her virtuoso performance when she turned me over and deeply lapped my quivering butt hole...WOW !
I tried my utmost, but I could not match her relentless tenderness. I hoped desperately hoped that my efforts were appreciated. I was reassured as I felt her body shuddering when my tongue lapped deeply into her sopping hole. The top sheet of the bed was damp with the sticky, sweet, delidcoius fruits of our labours. Zoe would have to sort that little roblem before her Mum changed the bedding. We must have been at it for ages because the sound of the church choir wafted gently into the room. The evening service had begun. It was strange, sort of surreal, to be eating out the vicar's daughter's most intimate ' crevices ' with the tuneful throng of her Dad's choir echoing gently round my head...
Melissa's Dad was a solicitor and he caved in under the weight of all the evidence the police had, and ' persuaded ' both the girls to plead guilty. Melissa's brother had carefully edited his sister, and her friend, out f the finished videos, but the ones that were not yet edited gave the police MORE evidence than they needed to get a conviction. They did take advice and plead guilty, and their brother took most of the heat..( 3 years in jail ) Both girls got a suspended sentence coupled with a big fine. Their parents could easily afford the fine, but couldn't face the adverse publicity. The result was that both girls left the college immediately. Mel's Dad sold their car as well as their flat, and they went to live in Birmingham. We never saw them again...although we once were pretty sure that a naked photo in an illegal sex mag ( Not mine! ) was Judith. This time SHE was getting ass fucked, but this time it was with the real thing. Twelve graphic photographs told their story.. Two fat, middle aged blokes, one with a massive weapon. were busy causing painful damage to Jude's fatter ass hole. Her backside seemed to be no longer the trim, streamlined article it had once been. We guessed that they were probably short of cash, and raised some by ' spreading ' themselves for the camera. Apparently ' double penetration ' photo shoots paid well compared to basic anal portfolio work. Strange how things turn round.. Sort of poetic justice !..but the fattest guys bloodied cock certainly made me feel better, cruelly I hoped it hurt like Hell !" We secretly kept hold of a load of the erotic videos and photos that Zoe's Dad or the police never got to see. They were the ones where we had the starring roles. We used them to help us through the lonely nights ! There weren't many of them ! Zoe and I finally became fully fledged, committed, full time lovers, waiting for the right moment to broach the subject with our respective families.