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 Punishment

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My daughter Melanie had gone round to a friend’s house for the afternoon, but I wanted to go out and suspected that, as usual, she hadn’t remembered to take a door key with her. She’s nearly 15 but I still worry about her wandering the streets, unable to get into the house. I phoned her friend, Vivienne, but there was no answer. I rang Melanie’s mobile, but (as usual) it was turned off. I sighed. I would have to go round and tell her in person.

 

Vivienne’s house was on my way so I drove across and parked outside the big two-storey building. There was no answer to the front-door bell, and I suspected that they had gone into town. I always insist that Melanie tells me where she is going, but of course she often forgets or ignores me. I suppose it’s time I stopped being such a protective parent, but it’s my nature.

 

I realised I could hear music faintly, so I went round the back and tried the kitchen door. It was open, and I went in. I know Vivienne’s mother reasonably well so I knew she wouldn’t mind. I called my daughter’s name – no answer. But the music was coming from upstairs, so I followed it. On the way I had to step over various items of clothing scattered in the hall, which puzzled me, as their house is normally very tidy.

 

The music was coming from the master bedroom, not Vivienne’s. The door was open so I knocked and walked in, then stood dumbfounded. On the big bed were entangled three girls, all of them stark naked. One of them was Vivienne, her mane of curly blonde hair tied back. The second was Lucy, a striking redhead whom I had known since she was a toddler. The third was Melanie – my own daughter, her olive skin and black hair contrasting with the paler tones of her friends.

 

They stopped what they were doing and looked at me, without much surprise and certainly without any shame. What were they doing, anyway? Their legs and arms seemed to be rather tangled up and I could see some brightly coloured plastic objects being used in intimate regions. Now I’m no prude and I don’t disapprove of sex toys on principle (in fact I have a little vibrator of my own), but the sight of three 14-year-old girls, one of them my daughter, pleasuring each other so blatantly ...

 

‘Hi Mrs Martin,’ Vivienne said brightly. ‘Come to join us?’ The others giggled.

 

I could feel my mouth opening and shutting, but no sound was coming out.

 

‘Yeah, come on,’ said Lucy. ‘We’re having lots of fun.’

 

‘I think you’d better come home with me, my girl,’ I managed to say eventually, looking at Melanie. She looked back at me defiantly. I noticed that her lips looked swollen and red, perhaps from too much kissing, perhaps from something worse ...

 

‘No, I don’t want to,’ she said.

 

Vivienne untangled herself and climbed sinuously off the bed and came across to me. I saw that her nipples were puffy and erect, and her little bush of blonde pubic hair was wet and flattened. She was obviously very sexually aroused.

 

The girl stood close to me, so close that I could smell her warm female scent. I’m not a big woman and she was almost as tall as me. She put her hand up and stroked the side of my face.

 

‘Come on, Mrs Martin, don’t be a spoilsport. Melanie’s having such a good time. We’re playing with my mum’s toys. I’m sure you’d like to play too ...’

 

I felt a little faint. Despite her youth, the girl radiated such powerful sexuality. I caught her hand and pulled it away, and she managed to twist it so that we were in effect holding hands. She pulled me over towards the bed.

 

‘You’re a very attractive woman, Mrs Martin. You look so sexy. I’m sure you need lots of pleasure ...’ By this time Lucy had come to her aid and the two girls had me held firmly between them. Melanie faced me.

 

‘Come on, loosen up, Mum,’ she purred. ‘I bet you don’t get enough sex, not with Dad being away so much.’

 

I was having difficulty speaking, even thinking coherently. The combined sexual aura of the three girls had me in some sort of spell. I saw that they were all flushed with excitement, their nipples hard, their pubes damp. I could sense youthful orgasms quivering just beneath the surface of their smooth bodies.

 

Vivienne began to undo the buttons of my blouse, and I couldn’t resist. Lucy slipped my skirt down to my ankles while Melanie flicked open the catch on my front-fastening bra.

 

‘Lovely breasts,’ Viv murmured. ‘Wish mine were as big and firm as yours.’ She stroked me gently, circling her fingers around my aureoles. Involuntarily, I felt my nipples harden. My daughter reached out and hooked her fingers in the sides of my plain white panties, then slid them slowly over my hips and down my thighs. I clenched my legs together but it only trapped the crotch of the panties and my pubes were revealed anyway.

 

‘Oh mum, I do believe you’re a tiny bit damp down there already.’

 

‘Ooh, let’s see.’ The other two knelt and explored my pubes delicately with their long slim fingers, tangling them in my curly hair and sliding them along my slit. Suddenly I realised what was happening and found my voice.

 

‘No! Get off me! You’re disgusting!’ I pushed them away and stepped back towards the door, then realised that I had distanced myself from my clothes, piled on the floor. ‘What would your mother say?’ This to Vivienne.

 

The blonde girl smiled and came towards me. Lucy and Melanie made a pincer movement to cut off my retreat.

 

‘Oh, she doesn’t mind.’

 

They grabbed me, gently but firmly. I realised that despite their youth they were as fit and strong as I was.

 

‘What are you going to do?’ I asked, suddenly nervous.

 

‘Ooh, I don’t know,’ said Lucy, giggling. ‘What shall we do with her, girls?’

 

‘I think she needs to be taught a lesson,’ Vivienne said. ‘Creeping in on us like that, disturbing our privacy. I bet she wouldn’t like it if we burst in on her while she was using her vibrator.’

 

‘You’ve been using it quite a lot recently, haven’t you Mum?’ Melanie said, with a sly smile on her pretty face. ‘You must be feeling horny.’ I found it hard to believe that my own daughter was talking to me like this.

 

‘In that case we have to help her,’ Viv said. ‘My mum’s got loads of toys. Most of them are too big for us little girls. But Mrs Martin looks like she could handle them OK ...’

 

I started to struggle but they manhandled (or girl-handled) me onto the bed and Lucy and Viv sat on my thighs. The touch of their warm flesh on mine was strangely exciting, even in my predicament. Melanie got some furry handcuffs out of a box on the floor and fastened my wrists to the bars of the bedhead. Even while I thrashed around, I had a ludicrous vision of Viv’s mother, a tall no-nonsense woman who was a pillar of the local Methodist chapel, similarly manacled with purple fur.

 

‘Look at the way her tits lift up when she’s restrained like that,’ Viv said, tweaking my hard nipples. I yelped, more with the indignity of it than the pain. ‘I think we ought to muffle her. We don’t want the neighbours to hear.’

 

A hard plastic ball with holes in it was strapped across my mouth, so that I could breathe but not make more than a soft moaning sound. The girls put a pillow under my bottom, raising my hips, and then tied soft ropes to my knees and pulled my legs wide apart and up, almost to the birth position. The ropes seemed to be fastened to brass rings set in the walls of the room, which I had not noticed before. Viv’s parents room was a veritable dungeon!

 

I felt utterly humiliated. My intimate parts were wide open to the gaze of these three debauched kids, one of them my own daughter. I could feel the cool air on my membranes where my pussy lips were gaping. They inspected me closely, pulling my slit even wider with their fingertips. To my shame I felt a drop of moisture ooze out of my tunnel.

 

‘She’s big, isn’t she? Bet she’s had a few big cocks up there.’

 

‘My dad’s not that big,’ Melanie said, critically. ‘But I ‘spect there’s been others.’

 

‘Let’s start her off with the rabbit,’ Lucy said, and fetched something from the floor.

 

I felt a cool hard object between my labia, pushing slowly into my tunnel. It slid in quite easily, and suddenly started to vibrate. I jerked violently as the buzzing spread throughout my loins. The shaft penetrated further, and another vibrating knob slid up my slit and touched my clit. I gasped with the sudden arousal, straining against my bonds. I saw Viv and Lucy’s head bend forward and each take a nipple in their mouth, and realised that my own daughter must be the one invading my pussy with the ‘rabbit’, whatever that was.

 

It was undeniably erotic, but I fought against the growing arousal, hating the thought of these lewd girls making me climax. But the two tongues circling and flicking my ever-hardening nipples, and the vibrator stirring skilfully inside me and massaging my clit, was too powerful to resist. To my shame I felt the orgasm burst hotly inside me and flood through my whole body, throbbing and pumping until I was left drained and quivering.

 

‘Looks like she needed that, Mel,’ Vivienne observed.

 

‘Told you so,’ my daughter said, slipping the rabbit out of me.

 

‘I think we should try the blue dong now,’ Lucy said. ‘She’s nicely loosened up.’

 

Another cool hard smooth object pushed its way between my labia. This one didn’t vibrate, but it was a good deal fatter than the rabbit. It didn’t hurt, though, and slid deep into me easily, as my orgasm had left me well lubricated. I could feel something – maybe the dong had balls on it – pressing against my buttocks. They pumped the long shaft slowly in and out of me, watching carefully.

 

‘Melanie can manage this one,’ Viv said. ‘I can’t, yet, and neither can Lucy. But we’re working hard on it.’ They giggled. ‘Doesn’t seem to be a problem for your mum, does it?’

 

They pumped faster, but I knew I wouldn’t have another climax; I need clitoral stimulation for that. I was only worried about getting sore, but the shaft was very smooth and I was very juicy. Part of me was almost enjoying this forced sex, but most of me was alternately raging with fury and cowering with shame.

 

After some whispered discussion the blue dong was withdrawn and replaced by another object which felt like it had ridges all the way down. I had to consciously relax my internal muscles in order to let that one in without any pain. The girls cooed in admiration as the long ridged shaft was forced inexorably into me. I closed my eyes to concentrate better on converting the strong sensations into pleasure, or at least neutral, rather than discomfort. Then I felt a buzzing on my clit, and similar tingles on my nipples. They were holding vibrators against my three most sensitive spots! And then the big ridged dildo started to pump in and out of me, the protrusions rasping along the tight walls of my tunnel.

 

I heard myself moaning. The feelings were too much to cope with. I thrashed around and the dildo kept up its remorseless thrusting. Once again a powerful orgasm exploded inside me ...

 

‘Wow, she’s really hot,’ Lucy breathed. ‘Let’s try the finger.’

 

Through the shuddering embers of my climax, I wondered what the ‘finger’ was. I soon found out. It wasn’t as fat as the last dildo, but it was bent and it rotated inside me, vibrating powerfully. It massaged the walls of my vagina, stirring me deeply. On every rotation it rubbed against my G-spot, which I had found after much effort with my own vibrator. Waves of bliss swept over me. I felt tears running down my cheeks.

 

Melanie was leaning over me, wiping the hair out of my eyes – I was sweating profusely.

 

‘Do you like that, mum?’ she said lovingly. ‘Does that feel good? It’s my favourite too. I come loads of times with that one.’ She kissed me softly on the cheek. Just then the vibrator pressed hard against my G-spot, and I climaxed, feeling the juice flood from my pussy.

 

‘Ooh, she’s so wet!’ cooed Vivienne. ‘Mum’ll have to change the sheets.’

 

They removed the ‘finger’ and sat and stroked me for a while, setting off little aftershocks of orgasm. Normally I have trouble coming more than once in a session, but I had already had three mighty ones and could tell that they had lots more in store for me.

 

‘How much do you reckon she can manage?’ Viv said, holding my pussy wide open with her fingers. ‘Do you know, Mel?’

 

‘Dunno,’ said my daughter. ‘I’ve only ever seen her with a vibe.’ My god, had the little minx spied on me?

 

‘Only one way to find out! Where’s the Rambo?’

 

I quailed inside. What was the Rambo? Obviously something that Viv’s mother used, but she was a much taller and bigger woman than me. Was that correlated to size of vagina, I wondered? I was about to find out.

 

‘This is Rambo,’ my daughter said, holding up a long pink plastic erection, slightly bendy, but surely many sizes larger than the largest male. It was as long and as thick as my arm, with lifelike veins and flared head. Melanie must have seen the fear in my eyes.

 

‘It’s OK, mum. I’m sure you can do it.’

 

I wasn’t going to get the choice, obviously. A hand rubbed my pussy, smearing my juice all over, and then the cool massive head of the thing was placed against my lips. I felt girlish fingertips ease my labia around the huge girth of the dildo. Then the pushing began. I writhed and humped and fought and at the same time desperately tried to relax my vaginal muscles. Suddenly the head of the thing slipped in and there was a great hot stretching feeling inside me.

 

Melanie disappeared from view and by craning my head I could see the three girls looking in fascination at my crotch. ‘I knew you could do it, mum.’

 

My daughter grasped the dildo in both hands and began to push it deeper into me. I had a strange filling sensation as it invaded my insides. My tautly stretched labia ached as they accommodated the little ridges and veins along its length. It felt as though the head was somewhere up inside my chest. Then it began to thrust, in and out, only an inch or two at first, but eventually so that most of the length was withdrawn on each stroke and the fatter head was just inside my poor abused tunnel. Then swiftly back into me, thumping against my cervix.

 

As the rhythm increased I felt a buzzing against my clit. Oh no! If I climaxed with this thing in me, the contractions would rip my vagina apart! I fought it for ages as the Rambo pistoned in and out of me and my poor clit was vibrated harder and harder. It was no use. With a great heave I convulsed in a mighty orgasm and felt my internal muscles clamp down painfully on the huge shaft. If it had not been for the gag-ball I would have screamed the house down.

 

Even when my climax had run its lengthy and overpowering course, the evil young girls left the huge cock in me while they debated what to do next. My vagina ached and my clit was tender and swollen. I was dog-tired and my limbs were sore from climaxing in such an awkward position.

 

‘Why don’t we put her on the Sybian?’ I heard Vivienne say. Oh God, what new torture was this?

 

‘Great idea! Then we can turn her over and get working in her asshole!’ I heard Melanie giggle at this suggestion.

 

They pulled the Rambo out of me, the wider head meeting with some resistance in my tunnel, and inspected me. ‘Coo, it’s like a cave!’

 

The girls untied the ropes and unlocked my handcuffs. Now was my chance to make a break for freedom, but I was so limp and exhausted that I was just putty in their hands. They carried me over to a corner of the big bedroom where squatted a thing like half an oildrum on its side, covered in black leather with a small pink cock sticking up. I hadn’t a clue what it was. They sat me on it, taking care to position the cock in my pussy – although I was so loose and gaping that I hardly felt it. Then they handcuffed my wrists to the front of the seat, and lifted my feet up so that all my weight was on the saddle itself.

 

Then they went and sat on the bed in a row. Lucy had a sort of control box on a wire. She turned a knob and a buzzing started under my crotch, and the cock started to pump up and down in me. It made quite a noise, like a hoover. I tried to wriggle so that my clit wasn’t resting directly on the vibrating hump, but I couldn’t avoid it. I knew that another orgasm was inevitable, and that it would be an aching, draining one.

 

The girls watched, occasionally turning the intensity of the vibration down when I looked like I was on the verge of coming, then back up again when I had calmed down. Eventually they got bored and started to kiss and fondle each other, then flopped back onto the bed and writhed and stroked and fingered in a slowly moving heap of naked flesh – leaving the control set on high!

 

I fought it for as long as I could, but that just made the orgasm, when it finally exploded, even stronger. My body sagged and jerked and I lost all control of my limbs. My arms crumpled but that only put even more weight on my clit, pressing it hard against the buzzing protrusion. Great spasms of ecstasy rolled through my body, again and again – and it didn’t stop! The machine was merciless and my clit was trapped. My orgasm just went on and on, drowning me in aching, burning pleasure ...

 

Even when the machine was suddenly switched off after what seemed like eternity, leaving a throbbing silence, I continued to shudder and quake. A hand touched my shoulder.

 

‘Gina – are you all right?’ It was Viv’s mother, come to my rescue. I was so glad to see her that I forgot to feel embarrassed, even when I realised that loads of juice or something had flooded out of me and soaked the machine and the carpet.

 

She took the gag ball out of my mouth and undid the handcuffs, massaging my wrists. Through hazy eyes I saw the three girls motionless on the bed, still entangled. Viv was holding the Rabbit in Melanie’s pussy and seemed to have a black thing sticking out of her bottom.

 

‘Have they been using you? They do that to me sometimes. Oh dear.’

 

I was still too limp to speak. Viv’s mother laid into the girls. ‘I’m ashamed of you, you can’t be trusted, ...’ etc., but I got the distinct impression that she was trying not to laugh at the same time.

 

‘Gina ... what can I say? How can I make it up to you? They’ll have to be punished, and punished severely.’

 

I looked at the girls, and they all had the courage to meet my eyes. Melanie even looked defiant – did she realise what she had done to me?

 

‘I know what,’ Viv’s mother said, with more than a hint of evil glee. ‘Gina will decide on the punishment. I’ll help her. I’m sure she’ll think of something very appropriate ...’

 

 

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