1. Playing with the Devil


    Date: 8/23/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, First Time, Teen Male / Female, Author: Mystic47, Rating: 92.3, Source: sexstories.com

    We were at the mall killing time on a Saturday afternoon. She and I were hunting for a birthday gift for her mother and not having much luck finding anything. As we looked over the jewelry counter in Dillards one of the make-up girls asked Sandy if she wanted to be made up. At sixteen Sandy was forbidden by our religion and her strict parents to wear make-up. Even though we had known each other since kindergarten we were only friends, bonded by the church and the fact that we didn't have other close friends. Neither of us were allowed to date and dressing up and wearing make-up was strictly taboo. Even talking about boys or girls in a familiar way was an easy way to get smacked. Sandy shook her head sadly and refused the offer. As we moved away from the make up stand I asked her “That might be fun, why don't you?” She looked up at me “I can't do that, mom would crack my head open with her Bible.” I felt the devilment stirring and I wanted to see how she looked made up like a Jezebel. “I bet you can be real pretty, why don't you let her fix you? We have the time.” She protested “You know I can't wear make-up” but her eyes betrayed her, she was intrigued. I grabbed Sandy's arm and pulled her back to the young woman “Can you take off the stuff after you put it on?” She looked at me puzzled “Well, yeah, but why would she want to do that?” Without answering her I turned to Sandy “If you take it off before we leave they won't know” she knew I was talking about her parents. She ...
    hesitated again, looked around furtively for witnesses then back to the woman “Okay, but you have to take it off after you're done.” Sandy sat on the high stool and the make-up artist started on her. First was the eyes; liner, shadow, brows and lashes. I watched as a foundation was rubbed into her cheeks and brow then covered with blush. The last application was a subtle red lip gloss that turned her mouth into the prominent feature of her face complimented by the artistry done to her eyes. I had talked her into being so brazen and she was flaunting our upbringing by getting made up and the forbidden actions were having an effect on me. I felt a closer bond, an intimacy with Sandy that I’d never experienced before. The last thing the girl did before she handed Sandy a mirror was to rub something in her hair then she fluffed and teased it, making it look thicker and fuller. When she was done I was shocked at the transformation. Sandy looked like one of those floozies in school that always had a troop of boys following her. For the first time in my life I felt a rush in my nuts from looking at a girl. I knew Satan's imp was in me but I thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of my balls getting warm, my pecker filling my underwear. Sandy looked at me with a big smile and said “God, I feel decadent! How do I look?” “You look like one of those girls dad is always telling me I shouldn't talk too, he thinks they're all harlots” “I look like a harlot?” A worried frown creased her brow. “No, ...
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