To the casual observer it could have been just a pleasant social visit as Helen Carson entertained the Dunns; Pete, aged forty and a success in the business world, and his twenty-two year old second wife Irma.
The couple were models of good looks and good grooming. Irma qualified as a model in the literal sense of being a stunning, long legged beauty. The only possible flaw in her model qualifications was the fact that her bust measurement, forty-C, was much more spectacular than one expects in a model.
But while the hostess admired Irma's lush figure, she had no reason to be ashamed of her own. Helen stood five-nine, weighed an even one-fifty, and every inch of her was firm flesh encased in flawless skin which curved excitingly in all the right places. To those who like their women slim, she would have been considered too big, but in the course of her thirty-two years of life, Helen had learned that there were a lot of men, and some women, who palpitated at the sight of her lush figure.
Her husband had, years before, when she married him as a seventeen-year-old beauty. He still admired her shape a few years later when he discovered that she had secretly joined a spanking and sex club, further honing the skills in those areas which he had taught her.
Helen got over the shock of her exposure and divorce quickly, spread the word among her friends that she needed a job and found a good one as a skimpily clad waitress in an exclusive club. Her income was more than enough to take care of her needs and those of her daughter, then two years old.
She loved her daughter, Jill, and determined from the outset of her new life as a divorcee that the girl would be brought up knowing all about life and trained to go after and get all the better things from people who were in a position to give them to her.
From the time she was a little girl, Jill's training included bare bottom spankings when they were deserved. And yet, while the spankings hurt the girl and caused her to cry, they contained a thrilling element as well. Before commencing to spank her daughter, Helen would hold her over her lap with skirts up and panties down, and, while she ran her hands over the sensitive, girlish buttocks, would tell her daughter what she had done wrong and why she was being spanked.
She would then proceed with the spanking until the crying girl's little bottom glowed a warm shade of red, then would lie her on her tummy and massage and kiss the tingling buttocks until the girl stopped sobbing.
Before Jill achieved puberty, her mother had told her the story of sex, all the way, with nothing left out. She told of sex spankings, of the various sexual acts, including the oral and the anal, and made everything sound so exciting to the girl that she could hardly wait for her sixteenth birthday, the date her mother had set as the time for her introduction to the swinging life.
At the point where we pick up our story, Jill did not have long to wait for that magic date which was heavily circled in lipstick on the calendar in her bedroom. Her fifteenth birthday was well behind her, and like her mind, and her senses, her body was trembling with anticipation.
Lush curves and nicely developed breasts and buttocks showed more than just the promise of womanhood. Boys and men stared at her, especially when she wore tight pants or micro-minis, and she was excited by what she read in their eyes.
With that background, with her life as a swinger having been already planned by her mother, one may well wonder what the future held in store for Jill.
Let us read on and find out. Let us peer into the life of a child of the swinging set and see what fate it holds for her, what lessons, perhaps, for us and for the younger ones who may be in our care, or with whom we may, under any of a variety of circumstances, come in contact.
CHAPTER ONE
"Christ, Helen," Pete Dunn almost panted the words, sexual hunger strong in his deep voice as he ran the thin leather strap through his hand, "I can't wait to see that lush ass of Jill's bared and watch you color it up with this strap."
"You know, Pete," Helen grinned, "if you weren't my boss I'd say you were a dirty old man. Imagine wanting to see an innocent girl of fifteen having her panties taken down and her bare ass spanked and strapped."
"He's imagining it all right, darling," Pete's wife Irma said with a laugh in her voice. "That's why he has that lump in the front of his pants." As though to clarify her meaning, Irma reached to clutch her husband's strong erection through his pants.
"Careful how you handle that, baby," her husband told her, "or we'll both get wet."
"And spoil the excitement of the spanking," Helen added with a laugh of her own. "What a waste that would be. And besides, if that happened, you two may forget the price you promised to pay for watching me spank her and touch her up with the strap."
"Not when the price involves our going down on you and lapping that delicious cunt of yours, darling," the man told Helen while his wife expressed eager agreement with her eyes.
The price Helen had set for their viewing of the spanking of her daughter was more a game than anything else. Pete Dunn was more than just her boss, he owned the club where she worked and had arranged it so that she was among the highest paid members of the staff.
To him, the fact that she was thirty-two did nothing to diminish the beauty of her body and her willingness to share it in the most exciting ways. They had met years before at a spanking club and a bond of friendship and mutual admiration had been forged so strongly that Helen had not been at all hurt when Pete married Irma, the previous year.
"Shall I call Jill now?" Helen asked, "Or shall we have another round of drinks first?"
"Who needs booze?" Pete commented. "The thought of what we're going to see makes me drunk. The sight of her should finish the job."
Because he had spent most of his time traveling since marrying Irma, it had been almost two years since Pete had watched Jill being spanked. Then she had been a pretty girl and exciting to see and hear while her mother spanked her, but now she was a young woman and the thrill of anticipation he felt was indescribable.
Helen called her daughter in a loud clear voice and the room fell silent, not even the sound of breathing to be heard as they awaited the girl's arrival. When it came, there were suddenly sounds, the sounds of excited gasps.
Jill carried her lush young body with the grace of a trained model. Her face wore a confident expression and just the hint of a smile which broadened into a real smile as she advanced into the room of the penthouse apartment to meet her mother and the guests.
But there was more than that about her. She wore a punishment costume, as she and her mother called it, which consisted of a sheer, cream colored blouse without a bra so that her breasts were teasingly visible, well fingered nipples poking through the clinging fabric.
Below, she wore skin tight, black satin pants which hugged magnificent buttocks, displaying their form with every graceful step. The pants were so tight that Pete was positive she wore no panties under them, sensing he would be able to see the outline of panties if she wore them.
"You remember Pete Dunn, don't you, dear?" her mother asked as Jill walked to the couple. "Give him a nice kiss of welcome."
The man stood and Jill drifted into his arms. It was not merely a kiss of friendly greeting she offered him as she pressed her lush body to his and glued their mouths together wetly. For a moment, the man was stunned, then as he recovered, he rubbed one hand down the girl's back until it was caressing her lush nether cheeks through the clinging satin of her pants. He felt her rub against the hard form of his throbbing prick and wondered how much of that he could take without going off in his pants.
When Jill moved out of his arms and went to meet his wife, she licked her lips and gave Irma the same kind of kiss. While their bodies rubbed, Jill felt hungry hands all over her body, especially on the seat of her pants.
Helen had taken the precaution of telling the girl that Irma was a complete bisexual and, with her mature knowledge, Jill knew just what to do about that.
"Wasn't it nice of Pete and Irma to come just to witness your spanking, dear?" Helen asked brightly as the lesbian kiss ended.
"Yes," Jill said with a wry grin, "they're really all heart. I do hope you'll let me have a drink first though."
"I suppose a small scotch and a large soda would be in order," her mother replied and the man went to the bar to pour it for her.
Jill had a little difficulty sipping her drink, not that there was anything wrong with it, but because Pete and his wife stayed very close to her, examining the sheer blouse with their hands as well as their eyes.
"It's hard to believe," Pete commented as he fondled one of the firm globes, "that a girl of fifteen can have such breasts."
"Darling," his wife corrected him as she fondled the other, "when they're as beautiful as this, they're tits."
Jill had given her nipples the finger and thumb treatment before entering the room, but by the time Pete and his wife finished with them, they were even harder and jutted more boldly through the sheer fabric.
Seeing that her daughter's glass was almost empty, Helen got up and moved toward the padded piano bench which was known in their home as the spanking stool. As she reached it, she put the strap down on the floor beside it, caught the hem of her dress with both hands and drew it up to her waist.
She saw three sets of eyes on her thighs and fully packed panties, and, after posing that way for a second, she sat gracefully, her thighs bared well above the tops of her nylons to provide a beautiful place for her daughter to he, bottom up.
"Come dear," she told the girl, "I'll take your pants down now and give you your spanking."
"Yes, Mother," Jill replied without a change of expression as she put her glass down on the bar and walked to the seated woman, her buttocks doing exciting things to the seat of the tight pants.
Jill stood before her mother, the short, sheer blouse tied around her waist an inch above the top of her pants. She did not flinch as the woman's fingers went to the waist fastener and opened it. As she slid the zipper down slowly the viewers saw the bare skin of hip which confirmed that the girl wore no panties.
Gripping the waistband of the pants with both hands, Helen began tugging them down over the creamy white hills of her daughter's bottom. She lowered them slowly making the task appear more difficult than it really was, adding another dimension of excitement for the couple watching.
Helen pulled on the panties until the waist was well below Jill's lushly rounded nether cheeks, showing smooth, white, firm thighs. She stared warmly at the triangle of coppery red pubic hair, a shade darker than that which framed her lovely face.
"I think, dear," she told the girl, "you should show your bare ass to our guests so that they may compare the before and after color and temperature."
Turning, Jill wore a magnificently poised look as she walked, in short hobbled steps, to the couch where the man and woman sat. Her eyes detected the bulge in the front of Pete's pants and she stared boldly before raising her eyes to meet his and showing a hint of a smile.
"Jesus," Pete panted as she stood in front of him with her back turned, hands on hips, "what a ass. I could eat on that for hours." His hands fondled and squeezed round, firm cheeks, then drew them apart to display the pink hole buried deep in the crack between.
"Christ," he gasped, "how I want to curl my tongue up that little pink ring. Maybe I will after you've had your spanking and your ass is nice and hot," he told her as his index finger touched her arsehole and threatened to push a path into it.
"I can almost see what I'd love to eat," Irma said as she brushed a hand over the curly hairs which formed a red crown for the tender pink lips of the still virginal cunt.
"My but you two are greedy," Helen said, grinning. "It seems to me I'd better bring the little dear back to me to save her from such evil, horny persons. Come to me, dear. Mummy is going to spank your pretty ass-ass now and let it get all nice and red."
As she returned slowly to the seated woman, Jill kept the lovely white globes moving, knowing what they would do to the throbbing lump in the front of Pete's pants. She's seen stiff pricks before by peeking when her mother failed to close doors before opening her legs for friends, and it always thrilled her. She wondered whether she would get a chance to see Pete's in action. She guessed it was so big that it would stretch and fill the cunt of whichever woman he chose to give it to.
Jill's body trembled a little as it always did when she draped it across her mother's smooth thighs, feeling nylon and silken skin against her. She wriggled into position, stretched her legs as far apart as the pants would allow, hoping that the visitors could see into her crotch, then felt her mother's left arm tighten around her waist in a signal that the spanking was about to begin.
The woman's hands patted both cheeks lightly, there was an expectant silence in the room, then the open hand slapped a firm cheek and held for a second as the lovely cheek joggled and Jill gave a little writhing motion but did not utter a sound.
The hand slapped the other cheek and gave it a hard squeeze. Still Jill remained silent, but a low groan of passion broke from her mother's throat. Helen loved the sight, sound and feel of spanking her daughter's behind, and made no secret of it.
She went on doing what she loved as Jill continued squirming over her thighs, her silence broken as her sobs further excited the other three, then her loud cries drove them wild with lust.
On the couch, Irma panted as she fought the zipper of her husbands pants down, took out his stiff cock and held it firmly in her right hand. In return, he pushed a hand between her thighs and rubbed the already hot crotch of her panties.
Although both nether cheeks glowed hotly, Helen knew her daughter well and knew that she had not yet reached the point where her enjoyment of the spanking had ceased. like her mother, the girl had developed a high threshold of pain and could take a quite severe spanking or strapping. Still, since she intended giving her daughter a little strapping to further entertain and arouse her guests, Helen decided to cut the spanking short with a final scolding interspersed with a dozen or so spanks.
"All right, Jill ... SPANK ... I hope you've learned ... SPANK ... your lesson about ... SPANK ... about allowing men ... SPANK ... to look at your ... SPANK ... little cunt ... SPANK ... so freely ... SPANK ... If I catch you ... SPANK ... doing it again ... SPANK ... you'll get more of this ... SPANK ... and this ... and this ... and this..."
The spanking ended and Jill was helped to her feet. Through the sheer blouse, the others saw her lush breasts bobbing as she sobbed and rubbed her tingling behind with both hands. Her pants had fallen to her knees during the spanking and she presented a magnificent sight to the two on the couch.
Only after she had wiped her eyes many times was the girl able to see Pete's stiff, throbbing prick, skin drawn well back so that the big, apple-like head was bared. The sight of it added to the arousal her mother had spanked into her trembling body.
Jill ached with desire to run to the man, straddle him as he sat on the couch and impale her burning cunt on the long, stiff shaft of his cock, but her sixteenth birthday was still a month away and she knew her mother would not relent in her determination that she would be fucked for the first time on that day and not before.
When her mother told her to, Jill walked to the couch to display her tingling ass to the guests. They greeted her eagerly and examined the hot cheeks with their hands as well as their eyes.
As he held her, his face so close to her behind that his lips brushed a hot cheek, Pete slipped a hand into her crotch and felt the hot lips of her virgin cunt. Without asking Helen's permission, Pete told the girl to bend from the waist, then parted her buttocks and pressed his mouth into her crack.
His tongue licked deep in the valley, found the pink ring of her arsehole and began to work on it. He was a keen and adept licker and soon had his tongue curled into it, reaming the girl as she squirmed and panted with lust.
"I think you're ready for a little touching up with the strap now, Jill," Helen told her as she came to the couch, the thin leather strap in her hand.
There was an armchair in front of the couch and Jill was ordered to bend over the back of it and grip the arms with both hands. In doing so, she presented her lovely red butt magnificently and, by spreading her feet as far apart as they would go, showed even more to the couple on the couch. Her big breasts rising and falling with passion, her mother stood beside her, the strap at the ready.
Running the strap through her left hand, trembling as she savored the smooth feel of the leather, the woman raised her right arm, the strap swished, then seemed to curl around the girl's behind, clinging for a moment, then falling away to reveal a line of darker red.
At the bite of the strap, Jill threw her head back and emitted a loud cry. Her feet pounded on the floor in an erotic little dance, her breasts swayed inside the nylon blouse.
SLAP ... SLAP ... SLAP ... the woman continued to lash the writhing buttocks of the crying girl until the leather had visited her behind with its stinging kiss ten times. With a little groan, Helen allowed the strap to fall from her hand, helped the girl into a standing position, then took her in her arms and they kissed passionately.
"All right, darling," she told the girl, "you may go now. You took your punishment very well and Mother is proud of you."
"Thank you, Mother," Jill sobbed, then, after nodding to the man and woman on the couch, taking a final lingering look at his long, throbbing prick, she hobbled painfully out of the room, her ass an erotic beacon which she rolled boldly with each short step.
Before the girl left the room, the three occupants got busy removing their clothes. She had barely passed from sight around the corner when they were finished. Both women wore garter belt and nylons and nothing else. Pete was stark naked, standing with his feet apart so that below his surging prick they saw hairy balls swaying, fully loaded and obviously demanding to be drained of their contents.
"Hurry ... hurry ... I'm going crazy," Helen panted as she threw herself down on the chair, her butt squirming on the edge, legs wide open to offer her quivering cunt to the first taker.
Running to her, Irma dropped to her knees, licked her lips then pressed her mouth into the searing heat of Helen's crotch. She sucked loudly, producing sounds the spanked girl could hear easily as she stood behind the thick drapes of the doorway, a finger in her hot, wet slit, fingering herself and wanting, more than anything in the world to feel the stiff cock of the naked man stretching her cunt and breaking through the barrier of her virginity.
When Helen came, she cried out as though in agony and threw herself back in the chair, her thighs squirming to push Irma's greedy mouth out of her wet crotch as her well tongued clitoris begged for respite.
But the respite was to be a short one as Irma got to her feet and her husband took his place between Helen's warm thighs. He could smell the aroused heat of her cunt and it was a wild aphrodisiac to his already madly aroused body.
Pushing her thighs apart strongly, he buried his face in her crotch and began sucking her off. Standing behind the chair, Irma felt her own arousal reaching new heights as she grabbed the big breasts of the woman with both hands and rubbed them while her husband went on lapping up juice and creating even more which trickled hotly down into the crack of her butt.
As she howled into her second orgasm, Helen thought for a moment that it was more than just orgasm, that she had discovered the ecstasy of being sucked to death. In a few seconds, she returned to life in time to hear Irma telling her husband that, since Helen had given them such a show, she should be rewarded with an infusion of stiff cock.
Her knees were weak as Pete led her to the couch, stretched her out on her back, her legs up and open, then she cried out again as he stuffed cock into her until she thought she could feel the throbbing head of it in her throat.
Pete normally prided himself on being able to give a woman a long, lovely ride, but aroused as he was, there wasn't a chance. Before his tool had pistoned in her hot, wet slit more than a couple of dozen times, he collapsed, groaning, his body twitching in her crotch as he shot his juice deeply into her body, filling her with a new warmth.
Outside the curtain, Jill slammed her thighs together, trapping her hand between them, her finger still in her hot little slit as she came for the second time.
CHAPTER TWO
Listening, Jill was delighted to hear Pete tell her mother that he had to get back to the club to meet a man who was selling a private island on which he wanted to build a secluded retreat for outdoor orgies.
They dressed quickly, and a few minutes later, Jill ducked into the dining room as they came out of the room and left the apartment.
"Well, Mother," Jill greeted Helen as the door closed behind the departing couple, "did he give you a nice fuck?"
"You know it," the woman sighed. "If he'd lasted any longer and made me come again, I think it would have killed me."
"The three of you sure packed a lot of action into a few minutes. Do you want a little rest before I collect my payment for that spanking?"
"Oh yes, darling, please. I think we could both use a drink."
Returning to the tastefully furnished room, they sat at the bar sipping and talking of all that had happened in the course of the evening. Jill had taken her pants off in the hall and left them there. As they chatted, she took off her blouse as well so that she was beautifully naked.
"How often did you finger yourself while you were watching us?" Helen asked her daughter with a grin.
"Only twice," she sighed.
"And you still want to collect for the spanking? How many times can you come anyway?"
"I haven't found that out yet. Still, after I've warmed your nice big ass for you, I'll be more than ready for another one, you can be sure of that."
"Oh, I'm sure of that, all right, just as I'm sure that you'll show me no mercy when I'm over your lap."
"That's right, Mother dear, but you could pay for it in a different way. For instance, you could let me take Pete to bed and sample that nice big tool of his."
"Uh uh. No fucking until your sixteenth birthday and that's that. Besides, I have such a lovely ceremony planned for the plucking of your cherry. I'm sure you wouldn't want to spoil that."
"Will you at least tell me about it?"
"No. I won't even tell you who I've selected for the task."
"Okay, mother, have it your way. For now, let's take that nice big ass of yours to my bedroom and pay for the spanking and strapping I took."
With a shrug, Helen got off the bar stool and looked at the stain she had left on the vinyl seat. Considering all the action her crotch had seen that evening, she was not really surprised.
"My but you're juicy," Jill told her with a grin. "After I've given you your spanking, you're going to make me nice and juicy in my crotch, aren't you?"
"Yes, dear," her mother replied with a deep sigh.
As they walked from the room, Jill fell a half step behind and walked with one hand on her mother's left ass cheek, feeling the firm flesh and anticipating spanking the woman who had spanked her so often, then being sucked off while the thrill was still hot.
They went to Helen's bedroom where the wide bed gave more room to play and as the woman entered,.
Jill gave way to an impulse and surprised her mother with a sharp smack on the behind. When Helen gave a little gasp of surprise, Jill giggled and slapped the other cheek.
"Ooh, what a ass," Jill sighed, squeezing where she had slapped. "My father must have been a fool to let you go."
"I think so too, darling, but I'm awfully glad he did. Life has been so wonderful without him. Still, I'm thankful that he taught me the joys of spanky-spank while we were married."
"So am I," Jill giggled. "I must look him up some day and give him a piece of tail to show my appreciation.
"You're incorrigible, Jill," Helen told her, turning to smack her daughter's still pink behind.
"Watch it with the spanks, Mother dear," Jill told her. "We're here to get your chubby ass spanked, not mine."
"The chair or the bed?" Helen asked, not seeming to care much where the spanking was to take place, aware it would sting just as much when her daughter took revenge.
"The bed I think," Jill answered. "When I'm finished spanking you I can just fall back so you can get at my wet pussy and eat it up."
"Such language," Helen responded in pretended horror. "I don't know what's going to become of this generation of girls."
"I do, they're going to get their twats nicely sucked, aren't they?"
Without waiting for an answer, Jill sat on the bed and patted her firm young thighs in invitation. The woman paused standing beside her and Jill gave a little sigh as she stared at her mother's big breasts. She reached up to squeeze one.
"Those beautiful big tits are really going to sway while I spank you, aren't they, Mother dear? Come turn your pretty butt up for a good, hot spanking and get ready to cry."
With a sigh, Helen slowly draped her nude body over warm thighs and surrendered her plump, firm buttocks to the girl, rubbing hotly over Jill's thighs as she got into position for her spanking.
"That garter belt makes a yummy frame for those gorgeous big cheeks, darling," Jill told her mother as she played with the firm mounds of flesh, marveling at their whiteness and thinking of how she was going to change the color to a warm red. "I think I'll just color everything inside the frame. I know how you love having your thighs spanked, they're not warm enough now, but I can fix that with some nice stinging slaps of my hand."
"Suit yourself, dear," Helen told her. "You'll get it all back before many days and if you spank my thighs now, I can assure you I won't forget it."
Jill had been only teasing, knowing that her mother disliked having her sensitive thighs spanked, but the woman's words told her it would be a mistake to go too far with the spanking and anger her. Although they enjoyed a wonderful relationship, Helen was still very much the boss.
Jill went on patting and squeezing the massive cheeks until her mother began to twitch in anticipation of being spanked, then she raised her right hand and delivered the first ringing smack, feeling the big cheek joggle under her hand.
"Oh, that stings," her mother protested, her body jerking across her bare thighs.
"Yes, Mother, it does, and so will ... uh ... this!" Again the sound of flesh on flesh rang through the room and the woman cried out.
Jill knew that her mother loved being spanked as much as she loved spanking, even though she always began crying and making a fuss right from the first spank. As she went on spanking from cheek to cheek, Jill wondered what it was like to have such big buttocks, whether a spanking was any more or less painful because of their size.
As her hand rose and fell, Jill watched the white of her mother's buttocks as it gave way to warm pink. There was so much ass to spank and coloring the swelling mounds was always such a thrill, especially since after she took the woman off her lap, she would feel her face, wet with tears, between her warm thighs, feel the knowing tongue lick a wet path into her slit and rasp on her hard little clitoris.
While listening to the cries of the naked woman over her lap, Jill felt a sense of pity for the many girls she knew who never even dreamed of having such a relationship with their mothers.
Many of them, she realized, would consider what Jill and her mother enjoyed to be sinful or even perverted and yet, they loved each other while those other girls didn't love their mothers, often even hated them and talked with eagerness about how anxious they were to get away as soon as they were old enough.
"How is it ... SPANK ... going, Mother ... SPANK ... Are you ... SPANK ... enjoying your nice ... SPANK ... little spanking?"
"Oh, Jill ... SLAP ... oh my ass ... SLAP ... SLAP ... oh dear, stop ... SLAP ... you're hurting my poor ass ... SLAP ... SLAP ... SLAP..."
Teasing the woman with words while she spanked fires into her buttocks with her right hand, Jill held her with a strong young arm around her thick waist as she squirmed, her long, beautiful legs kicking, toes pounding the floor, red, hot looking behind bobbing and heaving, coming up to meet each spank despite her cries and words of protest at the continuation of the spanking.
Jill had kept no count of the spanks, but guessed it had been at least fifty when she paused to fondle the big behind which quivered across her lap as though it still felt the slapping hand.
It was not, Jill decided as she tested the warmth of the silken skin, the most severe spanking she had ever given her mother, but it was going to have to do. The gnawing hunger she felt in her crotch told her she had to have something done there to make it feel better by licking away the rough edges of desire which chafed in a way she could no longer stand.
"Oh, darling," her mother sobbed, "no more, please. My poor ass feels on fire."
"I'm not sure you've had enough, Mother," Jill replied. "What will you do for me if I do stop?"
"Ooh, Jill ... sob ... I'll lie you on ... sob ... the bed and go down on you and ... sob ... I'll suck your pretty little hot cunt until ... sob ... sniff ... you can't stand it anymore."
"Are you sure you'll make it a really good one, dear?"
"Oh yes, Jill dear, I promise I'll lap you until you can't take it anymore."
"All right, dear," Jill told her, releasing the grip on her waist, "get up now and come and dive me. Make my crotch run wet with juice."
Falling back onto the bed, her legs high above her, Jill watched in the tilted mirror as the woman dropped to her knees beside the bed, smiled through her tears and, pressing her face down into the warm crotch of the girl, began sucking and lapping noisily.
She kept her word and went on sucking until Jill was bouncing and writhing on the bed, screaming for her to stop.
CHAPTER THREE
While Jill waited impatiently for her defloration the last month dragged on longer than the previous eleven. The wait was made even longer by the fact that the school vacation had begun so that there was nothing to take her mind off the agonizing day when for the first time, she would know the joy of a stiff penis pushing into her tight little slit.
Over and over she tried to imagine how it would feel. There would be a naked man lying on her naked body, crushing her breasts and belly with his weight. He would probe in her crotch gently with his cock as he sought the narrow opening.
She knew it would stretch her and make her feel that he was splitting her in two, but there would be no fear for her, no pain, only the thrill of feeling a hard prick filling her twat, slipping in and out as the man panted and sweated on her, wetting her body, making it slippery.
And then would come the high point of her life when she felt his strong body twitching and jerking in her crotch the way she had seen men do with her mother, and she would feel semen spurting strongly inside her.
And there would be no fear of pregnancy either since she was already on the pill. In a few more days, she would go with her mother to the office of a doctor friend and he would nick her hymen so that there would be little if any pain when the chosen man drove his cock through what was left of it and opened up her cunt for all time.
The days were not bad, because she could sleep late, as her mother did, then they would spend the day together chatting, sipping drinks and, from time to time, hurrying into a bedroom to strip, spank and go down on each other.
It was pleasant too when her mother entertained some man during the afternoon. When that happened, Jill would undress and get into position behind the drape to see how efficiently and excitingly her mother worked with a male.
As much as she loved being screwed, Jill knew, there was always that exciting game she played as the man began working for what he wanted, kissing her, stealing a feel, trying to open the front of her dress or push the hem up.
Helen always resisted a little, stopping his hands, then allowing them to move again until her dress was off and he was panting at the sight of her in bra and panties. When they reached that stage, Helen would either open his pants and take his prick out, or she would urge him to hurry and strip naked.
If she were in one of her wild moods, she would want the man to be rough with her, to slap her and tear off her bra and panties, slapping her big butt as he forced her down on the couch or bed and pretended to rape her while she pleaded for mercy and actually cried until at the onset of orgasm, her long, strong legs would wrap around him, crushing him and causing him to gasp for air.
But the evenings were long and empty. Her mother left for the club around eight and never returned before two in the morning, often not until five or six if she went to a party after work.
It would have been easy for Jill to find a male to fill those long evening hours, but she had given her mother her word that she would keep her cherry until her sixteenth birthday, and Jill could never bring herself to break a promise to the woman she so loved.
Still, she had made no such promises about girls, and there were a couple who attended the same finishing school for girls who liked to play naughty little games like lick the pussy.
They were not always allowed out at night, but there were times when one was permitted to visit her for a few hours and they made time fly.
The girls loved watching the stag movies Helen kept in the apartment. They were first class productions in full color and they covered the full range of possible sexuality and ventured beyond into the realm of what did not seem possible, or at least not very practicable.
But on this particular evening, Jill had no partner. She had considered setting up the projector and running off a few movies just to kill time, but it seemed too much of a chore when it could culminate in nothing better than working herself off with her finger. At fifteen, she had already become jaded with masturbation.
She was still sitting in a blue funk when the phone rang. Holding her breath in anticipation, she hurried to answer it.
"Irma," she gasped. "Mother isn't home, she's at the club."
"I know, dear," the woman replied warmly, "I just saw her there and it struck me that you may be lonely sitting around the apartment. I know I am."
"You mean," Jill paused, her pulses pounding, "that you'd like to come over and visit?"
"That's what I had in mind, dear. We haven't seen nearly enough of each other."
"I hope I know what you mean, Irma," Jill told her, her voice quavering with excitement. "I'd just love to have ... uh ... a nice chat with you. Of course, you could bring those nice big tits of yours too, in case we got tired of chatting and wanted something else to do just to kill time."
As she talked into the phone, she was lying back on the bed, her short dress dropped back over her, knees up. In that position it seemed perfectly natural to open her legs and use her other hand to rub the warm nylon which pressed against her warmer cunt.
"Don't worry, darling," Irma told her, "I never go anywhere without them. I also have a warm little goody in the crotch of my panties which you may like to lick."
"Oh Irma," she panted, "I'll suck it raw for you. I'm so ready that I'm lying here rubbing my crotch like crazy. Do hurry."
Irma not only promised to hurry, but she obviously did so because it seemed like only seconds later when a trembling Jill ran to the door of the apartment to open it and throw herself into the eager arms of the beauty.
While they kissed, Jill clutched at the buttocks of the woman through her thin dress and felt the oversized breasts mashing against hers.
"Look at us," Irma said, her voice hot with passion, "we've been together all this time and still have clothes on. We really are being quite silly."
Laughing, they hurriedly changed that condition and when they embraced again, their naked breasts mashed as the only clothing remaining consisted of garter belts and sheer nylons.
After a few more passionate kisses, they went into Jill's bedroom and got onto the bed for some lustier kisses as their passion heated bodies rubbed hotly, their sweat mingling to perfume them and make their bodies delightfully slippery to the touch.
"God, you're beautiful, Jill," the woman told her in a reverent tone. "When your mother was spanking and strapping you I just wanted to grab you and get my face in your sweet young crotch."
"I hope you'll want to tonight, Irma. I've been crawling up the wall with smoke coming out of my panties."
"I'll be your personal fire department, darling. My mouth knows how to put your fires out and keep your panties from burning up, even though you don't have any on."
While she spoke, Irma held the girl around the waist and slipped a hand into her crotch to rub the hot little cunt she found there.
"Ooohhhh, Irma," Jill cried the words, "please do it to me. Do it now, Irma, I'm dying for it. Feel how hot my poor cunt is."
"Yes, baby, yes. I'll do it a very special way and make it better for both of us. Here, I'll lie on my back like this and you kneel over me and bring your hot crotch right down on my face."
Locking up as she lay on her back, Irma saw the girl tremble as she got onto her knees and raised a leg so she could straddle the lying woman. Her crotch opened wide and the soft pink lips seemed even more beautiful than they had earlier. She couldn't wait to suck them right into her wet mouth and make the girl squirm.
"That's the way, baby," Irma panted, "your crotch looks so exciting right above my face like that. So does that ass of yours. I'm going to play with it while I lap your cunt."
With a little cry from deep within, Jill began to lower her body. She felt the hairs of her snatch tickle the face of the woman, then felt the tongue coming up to meet her hungry cunt.
"Ooh, Christ, Irma," she panted, "you stick your tongue in me like a cock. Fuck me with your tongue, Irma, fuck me."
Jill heard the woman mumble something, but could not understand the words as Irma was talking into the hot moisture of her cunt, her lips moving, tongue lapping deeply inside as her hands came around to hold the lush buttocks which jerked with aroused lust as they felt the strong but gentle fingers clutch at them.
Finding her own hands free, Jill used them to fondle her breasts. Below, seemingly miles below, she felt the knowing tongue of the woman seek out her clitoris and begin to rasp on it. Orgasm, she knew for sure, was going to come fast. Relief was just a couple of swallows away.
As she felt herself approaching the moment of explosion, Jill felt her crotch pressing and rubbing on the face of the woman. It acted as though it operated with an erotic mind of its own and needed no directions from her brain.
"I'm coming ... I'm coming," she panted, her heart a trip hammer pounding her rib cage, "I'm com ... mmminggggg..." she shrieked as her wet crotch ground down on the woman's eager face as strong fingers dug into her ass cheeks and filled her with delicious pain.
"Oh, Irma," she whispered later, when breathing became possible again, "I thought I had come before, but it wasn't anything like that. What kind of a mouth have you got?"
"Thank you, dear, but it's just a mouth. If it was any better than usual this time, it's because when it was in that sweet crotch of yours it thought it was in heaven lapping angel cunt. You have the purest of honey in there."
"After what you just did to me, Irma," she sighed in a tired tone, "I don't think I have anything left in there. I think you sucked my insides right out."
"Don't worry, angel, you have plenty left and I'll be sucking it again before this evening is over."
"Would you like me to bring you off now, Irma?" Jill asked, eagerly.
"Well, I must admit I could use one if you feel that way. I've never been sucked off by anyone so beautifully young. I'm really going to flip if you can trigger me to a nice come."
Wanting to find out what it felt like, Jill decided to try the position the woman had used to lap her. She lay on her back and smiled, then licked her lips and told Irma she was ready to go to work on her.
Smiling hotly, Irma knelt astride her face and slipped a finger into her cunt to get her clitoris a little harder.
"Oh, Irma," she groaned, "it's so exciting to look up at your crotch from this angle. Your ass looks beautiful from here too. It always does, but it's better this way. Have you ever lapped Mother this way?"
"Many times, darling, and she loves it. I don't know why she didn't teach you. See how nice and big my cunt is when I spread it open like this." He fingers spread the soft lips wide to display the glistening wet, red interior above the perspiring face of the girl.
"Oh yes, Irma, it looks like a big, wet sexy mouth."
"That's what it is, baby," Irma told her, excitedly. "I'm going to bring my hot mouth down to yours. Kiss my mouth, baby, kiss it and lick it and suck it."
Her voice rose as her crotch came down and then she was pressing her juicy cunt on the mouth of the girl and moving around so that she gave Jill a wet massage. With a cry that was muffled in the silken crotch of the woman, Jill clutched the big, smooth buttocks with both hands.
"Ooohhh, that's it, darling," Irma panted, her body pressing down in a fleshy demand for more and more. "Oh, Christ what a sweet little face to have between my legs."
As she began sucking greedily, mingled juices warmed Jill's face and made it excitingly wet. One hand slipped over the smooth surface of Irma's deli-ciously rounded ass and went into the deep crack. The woman grunted and gave a wet push onto Jill's face when she felt the finger push up into her butt-hole.
"Oh you sweet little horny devil," she panted as the finger worked in and out, contributing to a lovely double assault on her that threatened to drive her out of her mind. "Oh baby ... baby ... baby ... do you know how. Give it to me, baby, suck ... suck ... suck..."
Irma was still panting for more when she rocketed into orgasm, her wide, wet crotch threatening to smother the girl who didn't care whether she could breathe or not but just wanted the ecstasy to keep going on that way forever.
After the woman came out of orgasm and dismounted, they laughed as each felt the warm, wet crotch of the other and compared notes on how wonderful the evening had been to that point.
"And there's still lots of time, dear," Irma told her. "We could even exchange some nice spankings if you're in the mood. I'd give anything to spank that sweet ass of yours."
"You've already paid the price, Irma," Jill told her, dreamily. "Do what you like to my ass or to any part of me."
Jill felt herself being turned over on the bed and cooperated eagerly. Seconds later, her pretty young ass was being not spanked, but fondled gently. Her sighs grew louder as the woman brought her lips down to join her hands in paying tribute to the lovely, silken hills.
"Are you sure you wouldn't mind if I spanked you?" Irma asked.
"No dear. In fact, I think I'd enjoy lying over your thighs to be spanked."
"Then come, darling. Ever since I saw your mother spanking you I've wanted to do it. I've never seen so beautiful a ass."
Her eyes shining, Jill got off the bed and waited until, big breasts swaying, Irma sat on the edge of it and patted her thighs in erotic invitation. With a low sigh, Jill draped her body across them. Instantly, the woman gripped her around the waist, raised her right hand and began spanking.
She spanked lightly, almost teasingly, each slap of her hand ending in a caress of a firm nether cheek while Jill sighed and kept rubbing her naked body across warm, smooth thighs, her buttocks jerking upward as though she wanted the spanks to sting a little more.
But Irma didn't accept the challenge. This was not one of the times when she wanted to spank hard enough to make her victim cry. Instead, she was more than pleased to spank lightly, producing only a faint pink blush over the smooth hillocks as Jill went on squirming across her thighs, telling her that her own arousal was being met.
And then Jill's ass was nicely pinked and Irma drew her off her thighs and back onto the bed where her mouth resumed kissing the now warmer skin.
Jill came close to crying then as she felt her buttocks being parted so the tongue of the woman would lick deep into the valley. In a little while it found the pink ring of her anus. With a loud cry, Jill jerked her ass upward so that it rubbed back against Irma's warm face.
Irma tongued until Jill's sensitive ring felt rough and raw and she begged the woman to stop, telling her it was all she could stand.
"I could really use a spanking if you're not tired, darling," Irma told her as she sat up licking her lips.
"I'd love to, dear," Jill replied, "I love spanking, especially nice big, mature bums. "Please He over my lap and I'll play with it a little first, then spank it. It's such a beauty."
Irma hurriedly lay across the waiting thighs and the girl kept her word by fondling the plump, firm cheeks for a long time, then began spanking them. She did not spank as lightly as Irma had done, and before long, the woman was shedding happy tears as the smooth young hand slapped exciting fires into the big cheeks as Irma heaved and bucked across her lap, crying loudly between gasps for more and more.
After the spanking, they fell back on the bed, each with her face in the crotch of the other where they stayed until both climaxed.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jill was often spanked by her mother, and often returned the spankings as they spent lazy afternoons at play in the spacious penthouse apartment for which Helen's employer paid the rent.
Usually the spankings were a playful prelude to other sexual acts, but from time to time, the woman asserted her authority by spanking her daughter for some act of commission or of omission. When such a spanking was administered, Helen never failed to explain to her daughter how punishment had been earned, and each time, Jill admitted her mother was right and submitted to it without protest.
After such spankings, the woman would hold Jill and comfort her as she assured her daughter of her love, but they were never followed up with sexual acts. As a result, when the girl received a punishment spanking, she accepted it as that and rarely found pleasure in it. If she felt a sense of sexual arousal at the beginning, Helen quickly slapped it out of her, especially when she followed up the hand spanking with a liberal dose of the strap which Jill never learned to enjoy.
The house rules were clearly established and understood, so that when Jill earned a spanking, it was because she had taken some calculated risk, such as inviting a girl friend in while Helen was out, and watching the stag movies, then indulging in such naughty games as cunnilingus.
There was nothing moral about the woman's attitude in this department, but rather, she feared that her daughter could become involved in scandal. Still, from time to time, Jill ran the risk, deciding that a spanking and strapping would be only a reasonable price to pay for an evening of fun and games with a pretty girl.
As her sixteenth birthday grew closer, Jill was not able to spend a minute without feeling the hungry urge in both her mind and her crotch. The thought that she was only days away from feeling the strong penis of an aroused male stretching her virginal slit and opening a permanent path into her body, grew stronger and more urgent with each passing day.
And then the countdown to the magic day reached five and desire burned hotly in Jill's beautiful young body. It was a bad day for her. Helen had gone to an all night party after her regular shift the previous night, and she spent much of the day in bed trying to recuperate.
Had it been a sunny day, Jill could have spent time lying on the sun deck, soaking up sun and warmth, but it had rained since early morning and the rain showed no sign of abating.
If her mother had been up and active, it would have been so much easier to take, even if they only played gin rummy as they often did, but on that day, Jill was convinced, everything was going against her.
When the intercom from the front door buzzed, it came as a welcome relief from the oppressive silence and she hurried to answer it. The caller identified himself as the younger brother of one of her girl friends who was returning some records his sister had borrowed before going away for the summer.
As she pressed the button to unlock the door, Jill realized that she was hardly dressed to entertain, especially since the visitor was a boy of thirteen or fourteen.
Having learned all the secrets of dress from her mother, she was relaxing in black bra and panties, garter belt and dark, sheer nylons which were covered but not hidden by the sheer, white negligee she wore.
She started toward her room to change into something more appropriate, then suddenly stopped as she realized what a treat her appearance would be to an inexperienced young boy. Walking cautiously to the doorway of her mother's room, she confirmed that the woman was still sleeping it off.
Wearing a little secret smile, she hurried to the door of the apartment and opened it so that the boy would not have to knock. The elevator door opened, but his eyes seemed to open even wider as the boy saw her standing in the doorway, the light of the room behind her melting away the nylon to show him bra, panties and thighs in a way he had never seen.
"Hi Ron," she greeted him warmly, "come in and let me give you a Coke or something."
Gulping as he tried to turn his eyes away from the girl, the suddenly perspiring boy followed her into the apartment and she closed the door behind them. Inviting him to sit, she went into the kitchen and poured a drink for herself and a Coke for the boy. As she returned with the glasses, Jill saw that he was still perspiring and trying to keep from staring at her.
"You needn't look so uncomfortable," she told him, a smile lighting her face and her words. "After all, I do have my bra and panties on and I guess you've often seen your sister that way."
In a tone of awe, he told her he never had. Intent on getting him worked up, Jill kept chatting as she took a seat opposite him on the couch, making sure that there was constantly something thrilling for him to see as she tried to engage him in conversation.
When the indirect approach seemed to be getting her nowhere, she made it more direct and asked whether or not he had ever seen a big girl in bra and panties or naked. He blushed as he told her he hadn't.
Keeping her tone low, she told him it was a pity he didn't live with them since both she and her mother enjoyed running around the apartment in the nude.
"If you think I look good, you should see mother naked. She really has everything." She gestured with her hands at her breasts to indicate the bigness of her mother's and she saw the boy wince and tremble at the words and the thoughts they provoked.
When Jill decided the boy was ready for more, she told him to come and sit beside her so that he could see better. He came nervously toward her and she thought he would cry as he did so. When he sat, she curled her legs partially under her so that he had an excellent view of her thighs and sheer black panties as well as her well filled bra and the creamy, curved slopes of upper breasts.
"Don't you think girls and women look nice in just the little things we wear under our dresses?" she asked with an exciting smile.
When he nervously agreed that they did, she spoke of how nice nylon felt against the skin and how older boys and men like to feel women dressed that way. He didn't seem to know what he should do when she told him he could kiss her if he wanted to, so she smiled and gathered him into her arms, bringing her mouth down wetly and warmly on his as his body quivered in her arms.
Younger boys had never interested her before, but Jill discovered instantly that seducing one in that way was more thrilling than anything she had ever experienced and made her feel more a mature woman as she exerted her erotic power over him and kept him sweating while she drove him wild with the near naked beauty of her lush young body.
After the kiss, she took both his hands and placed them on the cups of her bra. After a little hesitation, he began to squeeze and rub as she reached behind her back and opened her bra. Jill heard a croaking sound deep in his throat and saw tears welling up in his eyes as she slipped the bra off.
"Yes, Ron," she whispered excitedly, "that's what boobs are like. Go ahead and feel my tits all you like. Rub them and play with them for me and if you do it well, I may allow you to take them in your mouth and suck them. You'll really love sucking my tits, all men do. It will make your cock so hard you'll want to pull yourself off."
She guided his mouth to one pink nipple and rubbed wet, tangled hair as he began sucking instinctively. Jill felt a new height of passion as she felt and listened to the boy as he sucked first one nipple then the other as she crammed the glove of pure white flesh into his wet, warm mouth and urged him to suck harder.
Wanting more then, she jumped off the couch and stood a few inches away, facing him as she bent from the waist and pushed her panties down to bare more of what the boy had never before seen.
Having already thrown her negligee off, she stood before him, raising her legs high to step out of her panties, naked except for garter belt and nylons as she saw the pounding of his heart and noticed that his whole body was twitching and jerking violently.
Parting her legs widely, she used the fingers of her right hand to open the pink lips of her cunt so that the boy could have an even more exciting look at it. As she did, she told him all about cunt lapping and what a real joy it was for both the male and the female.
Jill was just guiding his face into position to go down on her when she heard her mother's voice behind her.
"This will never do," the woman said, firmly, but without real anger. "I'm afraid you've just earned yourself a spanking and a dose of strap oil, Jill."
Telling the boy to sit and watch, Helen took her naked daughter over her lap and spanked her. As she did so, her big breasts swayed and danced inside the sheer negligee she wore so that the boy was able to see the big breasts Jill had told him about.
After the girl had been thoroughly spanked and was crying loudly, Helen helped her to her feet, had her bend over the arm of a big chair and began lacing her red, arched behind with the leather strap as the girl danced and howled, begging for mercy.
Ron's eyes became very busy as they tried to watch mother and daughter at the same time. Helen was completely nude under the sheer negligee and gave him plenty to see as she stood strapping her daughter's writhing buttocks.
But Jill too was providing quite a show, her firm young breasts bouncing and her legs kicking, opening wide enough to give him many thrilling views of her crotch.
Dropping the strap, the woman came to Ron and before he knew what was happening, his fly was open and she had his stiff cock in her hand.
"I thought so, you naughty boy," she said as her hand began moving the foreskin back and forth. "Give me your panties, Jill," she called. "We can't let this boy go home in this state and I don't want him to shoot all over the carpet."
As Jill bent painfully to pick up her panties, Helen saw that there wasn't going to be time. The boy's panting and the tension of his body told her he was going to shoot before she could get the panties.
Dropping to her knees, she pulled the front of her negligee farther open and stuck the head of his prick into the warm nest between her big tits. Just as it arrived, it began spurting. Pushing it more deeply into the nest, Helen held it there until the boy was finished shooting.
Taking her negligee off, she sent Jill for a towel. As she wiped off the boy's spent tool and her own sticky breasts, Helen warned the boy that he was not to mention a word of what had happened in the apartment to a soul or she would claim she had caught him attacking her helpless daughter and turn him over to the police.
Sending her daughter to her room, Helen, still naked, led the boy toward the door. As she was about to reach for the knob, she changed her mind and told him to kneel down.
With very little direction, the boy was able to get his tongue onto her clitoris and lick it until she gave his face a rough rubbing as she went off, holding the back of his head tightly against her hairy crotch and panting in ecstasy.
CHAPTER FIVE
And then the day for which Jill had waited for so long, finally arrived, the day when she became sixteen years old. She woke early and excited as she realized at once what day it was and what it meant.
"Before I go to bed tonight," she told herself aloud as one hand rubbed her warm little pussy, "I'll feel the stiff cock of a man inside my cunt. At last, I'm going to be fucked like a real woman."
She tried telling herself that it would make the day a long one if she got up so early, yet she knew it would be worse than futile to attempt to go back to sleep.
Compromising, she lay on her back with her eyes closed, her knees bent up and her crotch wide open. While she told herself of all that was going to happen to her that day, an exciting finger rubbed her hard little clitoris and she had a very satisfying come.
It was such a pleasure that after she rested a little, she put a hand back in her crotch and did it all over again, enjoying a second delicious orgasm. Telling herself it was a bad idea to wear her clitoris out before the day began, a smiling, happy, excited Jill jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom to shower.
Equally aware of what was to happen that day, and also wildly excited at the prospects of what was to come, Helen got up early and joined her daughter in the bathroom. The two talked eagerly, Jill trying to find out all about what her mother referred to as the ceremony, but Helen kept her secret, smiling and laughing at the girl's efforts but not telling her a thing.
As they prepared a light breakfast, both nude, mother and daughter chatted eagerly as Jill gave up trying to get her mother to tell her anything about what was to happen.
After breakfast they went out shopping and enjoyed an excellent lunch at a nice restaurant. Taking their time, it was mid afternoon before they returned to the penthouse, a great portion of the day already killed.
Her earlier hungry anticipation of the big event calmed to the point where Jill was not only able to enjoy playing gin rummy with her mother, but took her for fifteen dollars and change at a half-cent a point.
Later, although neither were hungry, they agreed that it would be wise to eat at least a light dinner to sustain them through the evening.
"A girl should never lose her cherry on an empty stomach," her mother quipped.
"If you've picked the right man," Jill quipped, "he'll have a big enough cock to fill my stomach."
"That's your twat, dear," Helen laughed. "There's a difference."
"When do I find out who he is and what's going to happen during this ceremony you have planned?" Jill asked, turning serious again.
"What's going to happen is that you get your cherry plucked. As for the rest, it will be more fun to let you find out as it happens. Trust me, dear, Mother knows best."
Together then, they went to bathe and dress for the evening. As they undressed in Helen's bedroom, the woman told her daughter that the principals and guests would be there at eight and that things would get underway without delay.
While they showered, Jill told her mother that there were new waves of excitement sweeping over her.
"Relax and let them grow," the woman told her. "The first fuck in a girl's life can be a wonderful thing when it's done right, something she never wants to forget."
"With you arranging it," Jill told her with a smile, "I have a feeling it's going to be done just right."
"It will be, darling," Helen told her as they walked back into the bedroom to prepare for the big event, their shared excitement growing hotter with each passing second.
"What are you going to wear?" Jill asked her mother.
"Watch and see," Helen replied with a glowing smile.
Bending over a drawer of the dresser, she took out a glistening black kid leather garter belt which Jill hadn't seen before. After fastening it into place, Helen slipped on a pair of black, sheer nylons and a pair of high heeled patent leather pumps.
"There now, I'm dressed," she said calmly. "I'll fix my make-up later."
"You're what?" Jill gaped, staring at the all but naked woman.
"I'm completely dressed for the ceremony, dear. I did tell you it was going to be something very special didn't I?"
"In that case, what am I going to wear?"
"Oh you're completely dressed as you are, darling. I'll just brush your pussy hair for you and you're set."
"Wow, what a party this is going to be," she said with a sigh as her mother picked up a brush and began brushing the coppery red bush of her nicely rounded mons veneris.
They heard the sound of the apartment door opening and people coming in. With a smile, Helen told her daughter it was the guests and that they knew what to do. She also told the girl that it would be only a matter of minutes before all would be ready and the ceremony would begin.
Picking up a lipstick she used it to color her lips first, then darkened her nipples with it. After that, she stood with her legs wide apart while Jill crouched before her and used the lipstick on the sensitive lips of her cunt until they too were a brilliant red to match her mouth.
"That looks horny enough to kiss," Jill commented as she got to her feet.
"Thanks dear, but not right now, you'll smear my lipstick."
"Are you going to do mine?" Jill wanted to know.
"No, dear, you're going to be completely natural. That's part of the reason for your being completely nude. You are to be the vestal virgin sacrificing her cherry on the altar of Eros. You must be pure in every respect for the ceremony.
"We're all ready out here," a voice called from the living room. Recognizing it as Pete's, Jill's heart gave a leap as she told herself that it would be his big cock that would pluck her cherry. Her mother saw the look on Jill's face and read her thoughts, but said nothing.
Taking Jill's hand in hers, the woman drew a deep breath which caused her big breasts to jut more boldly, held her head proudly, and the two left the bedroom to join the others for the ceremony of Jill's defloration. In that moment, Jill was sure she knew how a bride had to feel as she walked into the cathedral for a wedding ceremony.
But there was nothing cathedral-like about the sight that met Jill's eyes as they walked into the living room. Pete and Irma stood side by side, stark naked except that Irma wore a flaming red garter belt, red, sheer nylons in an exciting caress of her legs and thighs, and red pumps.
Even more striking was the fact that her mons veneris had been shaved and the lips of her cunt were lip stick painted. It was the first time Jill had seen one shaved and it was exciting, she decided, though no more exciting than Pete's stiff prick which stood proudly, the foreskin drawn well back to display the big head.
There were two other persons in the room, one a man, the other, something of a confusion to Jill.
The man was tall, middle aged and partially bald A Roman collar was around his neck and he wort a long, purple robe which extended to his bare feet. Jill was aware that she had seen him before, but could not recall where or when.
The other looked, at first glance, like a very pretty woman with blonde hair perfectly set, the face well made-up, and wearing a black satin robe which ended above the expanded tops of dark, sheer nylons. The black high heeled shoes gave the legs a beautiful look.
And yet, despite it all, Jill sensed that the person was not female at all. It was only a hunch though, since she saw nothing about the person to justify her instinctive guess.
Only then did Jill notice that behind the man in the clerical garb, an armless couch or bed had been set up to represent, she guessed, the altar of which her mother had spoken earlier. She trembled at the sight of it, sensing that she would soon lie on it with a naked man lying atop her, his hard prick pushing strongly up her cunt for what would be the first fuck of her life, the first of many to follow, she promised herself.
Despite the fact that she knew Pete and his wife and tried to smile at them, Jill was caught up in the majesty of the scene, the solemnity which permeated the room, and found a smile impossible to achieve.
Jill had stopped walking at the sight of the unusual assemblage in the room, but when she felt her mother give her a slight push, she resumed walking and went to stand, her mother still holding her hand, beside the white altar.
"Dearly beloved," the man in the purple robe intoned as he read from a book which looked to Jill like a bible, "we are gathered together in the sight of all to lead the daughter of our dear friend Helen into the joys of fleshy pleasure and the virtue of absolute vice."
Putting the book down, he walked to Jill and placed one hand under each of her firm breasts, squeezing only slightly as he continued his eerie incantation.
"Oh all you powers of hell and earth, observe the naked beauty of this child of Sappho and Satan. Smile upon her on this great day and bring up your blessings from the steaming abyss of hell to consecrate her breasts which I hold in my hands. Be generous with her, we implore, so that there will always be many eager mouths to suck them as I now do suck."
With that, the man bent and took one of her firm, smooth breasts in his mouth and sucked it until the nipple was hard and nicely elongated, darker in color than its mate which he then took into his mouth and sucked until it matched the other.
Her mother whispered and Jill turned her back on the man and the others as well. Standing beside Jill, the robed man cupped her buttocks with both hands and went into another incantation, giving praise of the butt as a source of pleasure to men and women alike, and asking all the gods of vice to bless her butt with many bites of spanking palm, strap, cane, birch and whip so that it would long remain firm, beautiful and holy as a fleshy altar of love.
At the pressure of his hands on her, Jill bent from the waist, her behind arched toward the audience. Again the man chanted, this time parting the cheeks of her ass and, after a brief pause, inserting a long finger up her arsehole.
The man launched into another incantation in which he begged all the demons of hell and all the saints of Lesbos to bless her magnificent pink arsehole and ensure that the beauty of it would be suitably ministered to by many cocks and tongues through the course of her life on earth and in her later life in the heaven of Lesbos.
And then she was straightened up again and made to spread her feet wide apart. Crouching, the man whispered something which none of those present could hear, then parting the soft pink lips, he pressed his mouth to the moist, red interior, kissing and licking for a few seconds before he stood again, this time with one hand, palm up, in her crotch, pressing gently on her warm vulva.
"The greatest of all blessings," he chanted, his voice rising, "on this sweet, pure, virginal cunt. May it be well and truly opened so that the path of pleasure will lead deep into her beautiful body. May the path be traveled often by the ardent fingers, tongues and cocks of many, and may great stores of pleasure accompany each erotic invasion. Let this precious cunt be shared only with those who are worthy of it, and let no others enter."
At a signal from the man in the robe, Helen assisted as Jill dropped to her knees on the thick carpet before the man.
"Is it your wish to be blessed by the holy fluid of the magic rod?" he asked in a solemn tone, his voice deep.
"It is," Jill replied, sensing it was the thing to say.
"Prepare then to drink the fluid of life which is your admission to the select circle of those who value pleasure, vice and happiness above all other things."
He made a quick adjustment to the robe and a flap fell open at the front so that his stiff cock and hairy balls came into view. At that, Jill gave a little gasp of surprise and was pleased that hers was not the only one she heard.
"Hold the holy rod in your left hand and suck until life pours into your body from it. Do not dare to spill one drop or you will face condemnation to heaven where there awaits a life of boredom for all eternity, a life without cocks, with no cunts and no tits, with only the company of the bored and the miserable in an atmosphere where pleasure does not exist and cannot exist. Suck, virgin, suck strongly and drink all that the rod can produce for you."
Although his prick was the longest Jill had ever seen, the head was not large so that she was able to stuff it into her mouth easily. She had observed her mother sucking cocks often enough to know how it should be done, her hand sliding back and forth slowly, urging the strong shaft to pour thick cream into her mouth, promising herself that she would drink every drop as the man had commanded.
Although her mind tried to tell her that for all of the imagine trappings and the ceremonial atmosphere, it was just a blow job, she was completely under the spell which had been established for her and the act became much more than that. She sucked voraciously, her hand urging the shaft to fire a strong stream of semen into her mouth.
And then she felt the tension which told her it was on the verge of shooting, Closing her mouth around the shaft, she took more of the cock into her mouth, then felt it fire the first warm spurt into her mouth. Swallowing fast, Jill continued to suck the softening bone greedily until it gave no more and the man took the wreckage of his erection away.
He adjusted his robe again and it fell away to leave him naked.
"Come to the altar, my innocent child and have your cunt opened to the pleasures of life."
Helen released her daughter and the man took her to the white covered couch where he helped her to lie on her back, then brought her legs high up over her and held them there.
"Come, Helen," he spoke in the same sonorous tone, "and prepare your daughter's cunt for the ultimate rite, the fuck of entrance into the world of pleasure."
Kneeling at the end of the couch, Helen licked her lips then bent, placed her face in the crotch of her daughter and began sucking her cunt. At first, Jill was able to keep the solemn mood which the ceremony had inspired, but before long, she could be aware only that she was having her cunt lapped.
While Helen mouthed her cunt deliciously, Jill's joy was increased by the naked cleric who stood against her head, both his hands massaging her breasts.
After that, it seemed like mere moments before Jill felt herself coming. She couldn't keep her legs from kicking in ecstasy as her mother's mouth and tongue brought her off strongly.
The man held her breasts while breath returned, then he began a different incantation, the words of which she could not understand. When she opened her eyes, she saw Pete walking to her, his beautiful big, stiff prick held in his right hand. At last, after all the waiting, Jill told herself, she was about to discover the joy of prick in her cunt, to know the delight of being fucked. For a moment, she feared that she would spoil it by fainting.
But she didn't faint and she watched, holding her breath as Pete knelt on the end of the couch, his cock looking bigger and more majestic by the moment.
The older man released her breasts and moved back to make room for the man who was to take her cherry as Pete, for the first time that evening, gave her a warm smile. like her, Jill sensed, he had gotten over the mystic spell which had been woven and was preparing for the pleasure of having his prick buried in the hot depths of her hungry cunt.
He lowered himself slowly onto her and she felt his big, hard cock probing the warmth of her crotch. When the velvet head brushed against her sensitive pink lips, her whole body jerked. She heard a little grunt, then felt it pushing into her slit.
His strong mouth closed down over hers in a kiss of searing passion, then she felt the stiff arm of muscle stretching her slit as it pushed inside. While the kiss continued, his cock pushed more deeply into her and Jill waited for the moment when it would meet the partially severed barrier of her hymen.
When it did, she was barely aware of it. There was one barely discernable flash of pain, then Pete drove it hard ahead and buried it to the hilt in her juicy cunt.
The cry Jill emitted then could have sounded like one of agony, but she, and all who heard it, knew it to be pure ecstasy. To Helen, particularly, it was the crowning moment of her life, the initiation of her beautiful daughter into the joys of life for which she lived and for which her daughter would live all her life.
Pete paused for a moment, then his strong, naked body began rocking and pounding at the sighing, moaning girl who dug her fingernails into his strong back and urged him on, begging for more and more until her words turned into cries, her legs flew high and she went into orgasm.
As though he had miracles at his disposal, Pete began firing his hot semen into her just at the moment when Jill began to emerge from her orgasm so that one delight followed on the heels of the other without a moment's pause. The two lay locked together for a little while, then Pete got up and helped the girl to her feet.
It was the signal for an evening of revelry in which no member of the group slowed down until forced to by fatigue.
Not long after her defloration, Jill went with her mother to be introduced to the pretty, cuddly blonde who, much to her surprise, remained dressed when all others were naked. Helen introduced her to Francis (or Frances) she could not be sure which, then the voice told her that the person had to be female, without even a faint suggestion of masculinity.
And yet, a few minutes later, Frances turned her back to Jill, reached under her dress and did something, then as she turned to face the girl, she pulled up the hem of her short dress and caused Jill to gasp at what she saw.
Frances was very definitely Francis. Jill had been convinced that the cleric had the longest tool in the world, but the one Francis showed her was much longer. Later, she was to learn that the effeminate man out-measured the cleric by three inches on length, with eleven thick inches of stiff cock between his legs.
At first, Jill refused to believe it was real and asked if she could feel it. One touch of the throbbing pole was enough to convince her that it was not a dildo, that what she held in her hand was a very real and very big cock, much bigger than she had ever imagined could exist.
Initially, the size of the organ had made it a novelty, but as Jill continued to hold it in her hand and feel how hard it was, she realized what it was and what it could do to her. As she did, she felt a twitching in her crotch, a desire to be filled with it, to feel it pistoning deep in her cunt.
But then she heard the conversation going on around her and realized that she was going to have to wait.
"Yes," she heard the cleric agree with Pete, "their bums do look so pale, the poor dears. Perhaps they have been sick. See how terribly white they are."
"I do think it's up to us," Pete went on, "to color and warm them a little. I'm sure the darlings would feel so much better for it."
As Pete spoke he took Helen by the arm and led her to the nearest chair. At the same time, the cleric and Irma went to another chair. Seeing what was happening, Francis smiled at Jill and reached around her to fondle her buttocks with both hands.
"I'm really going to enjoy this, Jill," he said as he led her to the couch on which Pete had laid her. "I love spanking pretty bums and you have the sweetest one I've ever seen. Do you enjoy being spanked?"
"Usually. I'll really enjoy this one if I know that when it's over I'm going to feel that mile-long pecker up my tight little cunt."
"Be sure of it, baby," he told her with intensity as he sat on the edge of the couch with his skirt pulled up. "I've never screwed anyone who was so close to being a virgin. I'm going to love it. I'll feed it to you very slowly until you can feel it in your throat."
His voice was so feminine that it was difficult for Jill to believe that he really owned that splendid prick and that he could really use it on a woman. As she bent and draped herself over his lap, his nylon sheathed legs were as beautifully feminine as his voice and Jill wondered if he would spank like a woman or a man. She was already experienced enough to appreciate the difference.
Even before he began spanking her, the touch of his soft hand on her buttocks told her that it was going to be a woman spanking and she sighed with delight. Women, she felt, were much nicer spankers than men. There was a more subtle and gentle touch to being spanked by a woman, even when she spanked hard as her mother did.
From both sides of her she heard the ringing sound of open palm slapping smooth ass cheeks and heard Irma crying even though her spanking had barely begun. Just then, the spanking began for Jill too, a delightful spanking in which the feman's hand held after each slap, cupping and squeezing the cheek, seeming to hold the sting in and make it even more delightful.
After a little while, Jill began to cry and kick her legs, but the tears she shed were very happy tears and as her legs kicked and rubbed together the warmth he slapped into her bottom transmitted itself into her crotch as she felt a beautiful, gnawing hunger for the big prick he had promised to stick into her.
Francis proved to be quite adept at the art of spanking in that he took advantage of the roundness of her ass cheeks by finding the sensitive bottom slopes of the rounds and slapping them until they were as red and hot as the rest of her tingling behind.
All three spankings stopped at about the same time, but Jill knew that hers was to be different in that when the feman rolled her onto the couch, she knew he was doing so to feed his long, hard prick up her more than ready cunt.
As she threw her legs wide open and waited for the feel of cock in her crotch, Francis surprised her by going down on her instead and lapping her twat with the delicacy of a woman, his hands holding and fondling her thighs, hips and tingling ass cheeks, his tongue working artfully on her hard little clitoris until she felt herself coming and heard her loud cry of joy.
He took his mouth away from her at once and, while she was still coming, Jill felt his weight on her and felt what she so wanted, his stiff prick probing her crotch. With an ecstatic groan, she felt the head push into her wet slit to stretch it even more than the cleric had done when he broke what was left of her hymen.
In a sense, there was as much newness to the screwing he gave her as there had been in her first one, in that he pushed cock so far up into her body that she felt the head pushing into the mouth of her womb and stretching it as he stretched the passage to it, causing her to squirm and cry out for more and more.
"You've got it all now, baby," he whispered, his high pitched, feminine voice belying the big prick in her belly and the real masculinity of the man. "Feel it throb, then I'll start riding you."
She felt it and he did begin to ride her, using long, slow strokes, drawing it back each time until only the big head remained in her twat, then pushing the full length in again.
Jill gave a little cry of despair as she felt the cock pull right out of her just as she began to approach orgasm.
"Don't worry, Jill," he pantingly assured her, "there really is more to come. I just want to do it differently. Get up on your hands and knees and I'll give it to you dog-style. I want to feel your nice hot ass against my belly while I'm fucking you."
Jill rolled over quickly and got up on all fours for the continuation of her ride. His tool and her crotch were both wet and slippery and Francis rammed the full length of his prick into her and pulled her hot behind back against his belly, holding it there to savor the silken warmth as his pecker soaked in the depths of her while she squirmed with delight.
When he began riding her butt, he did so with vigor, surprising her with his strength, spanking her hot cheeks with his belly and producing an exciting sound to go with the delightful sensation of his cock stroking hotly in and out of her slippery slit.
Jill came strongly and the man held her against him, her hot behind writhing as she panted and groaned through the continuing explosion while his prick seemed to throb inside her cunt, picking up the rhythm of her jerking body.
Francis waited until she had completed her orgasm, then began stroking his penis in and out of her cunt again. Jill heard his panting warning that he was about to come, then he held her butt tightly against him again and jerked strongly against her as he pumped streams of hot fluid into the warm depths of her. She felt it shooting straight into her womb, flooding it with juice and flooding her with joy, the sheer joy of being fucked with a long, very stiff and agile prick.
Seeing how tired Jill was, the man lowered her onto the couch, but there was to be no rest for her as Irma appeared, her eyes shining with lust and pushed Francis aside.
"Did he fill your hot little cunt full of cream?" Irma asked as she smiled down at Jill.
"Not just my cunt," she sighed, "I'm sure I can feel a flood of it right up in my tits."
"That's nice, darling. I love the taste of fresh cream. I'm going to find out how much I can suck and lick out of you."
Jill was too tired to do anything about it, so she allowed the woman to raise and part her legs again and felt a new surge of strength as the woman fitted her mouth to her brimming cunt and began sucking.
Before long, Jill felt warm juice trickling from her cunt and running down between the cheeks of her butt. Getting one hand under her, Irma rubbed her fingers in the wet, slippery crack and smeared the juice all over Jill's tingling behind.
It wasn't long before Jill forgot she had ever been tired as she felt herself getting ready to come again. Her wet, warm butt jerked up off the couch and Irma held her up with both hands as she sucked even more greedily and licked well into the depths of the girl's churning cunt until Jill felt it was raw.
"Stop ... stop ... st ... op," Jill groaned as Irma refused to stop sucking her cunt even though she feared she was going to stop sucking and licking while Jill tried to rescue her raw cunt from the greedy mouth of the woman.
Before long, Jill recovered and went on to be the star of the party which lasted all night. When the party ended, just before sunrise, Jill reported tiredly to her mother who lay in bed beside her, that in all, she had been fucked five times by the three men and had lost count of the many orgasms she had enjoyed with both men and women.
"Well you can start counting now, darling," Helen said as she moved them into the sixty-nine position and they got very busy sucking each other off again before falling into a very deep sleep.
CHAPTER SIX
By seventeen, Jill was even more beautiful, her lush body having achieved full maturity. Although she was tall and slender, she wore a bra just one size smaller than her mother. Naked, her breasts seemed to balloon above her narrow waist so that both men and women gaped at the sight of them. Her nipples were appropriately big and sensitive to fingering or sucking which caused them to grow to long, hard points.
She was working at the club then, displaying her lush figure in the skimpiest possible uniforms and being rewarded for her beauty with tips, the size of which made some of the other girls jealous.
From time to time, she would leave the club with a man at the end of her shift and always ensured that her services were well rewarded. She would have been horrified at being called a whore, but when she left the club with a man or, the odd time, with a lesbian, she made it very clear that her time was valuable and that she expected to be rewarded generously for sharing it.
She came home from shopping one afternoon and was surprised to hear the sound of spanking coming from her mother's bedroom. Since Helen hadn't mentioned having a date for that afternoon, Jill wondered what had happened to change her plans.
The door was open so she went to it and looked inside. There was a naked man sitting on a chair while her mother lay across his lap being spanked. A pair of old fashioned bloomers stretched between her knees and in addition to that, she wore only black stockings held around her firm thighs with red elastic garters.
As surprising as her mother's strange dress was that the man was definitely old. It wasn't the first time an old man had visited the apartment, but she knew that her mother preferred her men young and virile.
Since she had not been invited into the room, Jill turned away and went to the bar to pour herself a drink. After a little while, the spanking stopped and then she heard sounds which told her that old or not, the man in the bedroom was ramming tool into her mother's twat and Helen was enjoying it.
A little later, the couple emerged from the bedroom and joined Jill at the bar.
"I hope all that noise didn't disturb you," the man said with a grin as he sat on a stool beside the young woman.
"Not at all," she assured him. "In fact, I like that kind of noise. I was brought up on it. She does have a nice ass for spanking, doesn't she?"
"She sure does, honey," he replied with a strong trace of a drawl. "I'm looking forward to spanking that nice big ass very often from now on."
"Oh yes, dear," Helen told her, holding out her left hand to display a diamond that must have cost as much as a small yacht, "Mark and I are going to be married."
"Well hello, daddy," Jill replied, not being very successful at hiding her surprise at the statement.
"Pardon me if I looked a little shocked. Mother just isn't the marrying kind, or at least, so I thought."
"You thought right, darling, but this is a slightly different kind of marriage. In addition to being a very nice guy and a good spanker, Mark happens to be very rich. He is also looking for a wife and will leave half his estate to her."
"What makes me particularly charming," the man added, "is that the doctors have warned me to take it easy or my heart will give out. I'm not the kind to take it easy, so I don't think your mother will have to wait too long to cash in on her investment."
Jill blinked at the frank statements and wondered if he would be much of a lover, considering both his age and his physical condition.
"Mind you," Mark went on as though reading Jill's thoughts, "I know your mother will want more tail than I'm able to supply, so we've agreed that once in a while I'll bring home a man for her. She will be free to do what she-likes with him as long as I'm there to watch. I really love to see a couple in action and it will be especially thrilling to watch a man screwing my own wife. My previous wives didn't go for it, but Helen doesn't mind."
"I don't blame her," Jill told him. "It sounds like a swinging marriage. Do you happen to have a friend with the same tastes and a lot of money?"
"I'm afraid not," he laughed, "but I'll be a generous daddy. Perhaps we could talk about you coming to live with us or at any rate spending a lot of time visiting us."
"I'm not too sure about that," Helen said, frowning. "That daughter of mine can be pretty grabby and she has all the right equipment to grab men with. I want to make sure I keep you until I carry a bushel basket to the lawyer's office for the reading of the will."
They went on kidding along that line, but before long Jill became aware that her mother's words were not completely in fun. After a little while, Mark took Helen out to eat and Jill declined an invitation to join them. Sitting alone with a fresh drink, Jill found herself thinking about the whole situation.
More and more her thoughts returned to what her mother had said about her trying to grab Mark from her. Before long, she was able to think of nothing but that.
If what the man said about his heart was really true, she thought, then marrying him would be like having a key to Fort Knox. Never would Jill have even thought of taking a man away from her mother, but gradually, Mark became more than just a man. He represented a life of luxury among a group of swinging people and in swinging places.
If he chose to marry her instead of her mother, then it would all be hers, both while he lived and after. She reasoned that since he enjoyed watching his wife being screwed, she could still have all the sex she wanted.
The more she thought of it, the stronger Jill felt that she was going to take Mark away from her mother. She tried telling herself it was wrong and a mean thing to do to the woman she loved, but she couldn't get the message across, couldn't get beyond thinking of the wonderful life of being Mark's wife and, eventually, the even more enjoyable prospect of being his widow.
That night, Mark slept with Helen and as she lay alone in her room, listening to the playful sounds they produced, she hoped fervently that her mother would take it easy with the man and not put too great a strain on his tired heart.
The next morning, Jill went shopping and purchased a pair of bloomers like the ones her mother had worn for her spanking the previous day. She also purchased black stockings of pure silk, and after a lot of difficulty, found the red elastic garters Mark obviously liked.
She had another thought then and found a middy blouse and a short, navy blue skirt. Together, they would give the appearance of a shy schoolgirl, but when they were wrapped around her well developed body, she would look like a very sexy schoolgirl, like the best of the belles of St. Trinians.
That evening, her mother was on duty at the club and she was off. Since her mind was made up to steal the man and she had all her equipment ready, she decided to waste no time in going after him. Before her mother returned from the club, she promised herself, she would have seduced Mark and would know whether or not he would drop her mother and marry her instead. She felt confident that it was going to be very easy and that not even the knowledge of having hurt her mother would spoil her life of joy.
Fearing that her mother would spot something in her appearance to warn her, Jill stayed in town and phoned her mother to tell her that she had run into some interesting friends and would be spending the rest of the day and most of the evening in town.
When she returned to the apartment, Jill was delighted to find that Helen had gone to the club and Mark was alone. Pouring a drink, she chatted easily with him for a little while, then excused herself saying that she wanted to get into something more comfortable. She liked the look Mark turned on at her words and guessed he was expecting to see her return wearing a filmy negligee.
Jill bathed quickly but carefully, used no powder or perfume, then got dressed in the items she had purchased that day.
Her stockings and garters on, she stood in the mirror and watched her reflection as she paused with the bloomers half way up her thighs. She liked what she saw and felt a surge of confidence that he would like it too, better than he liked what he saw in her mother.
Snugging the bloomers around her body and running her hands lightly over the seat and into the crotch, she added the rest of her costume and made a final check in the mirror to satisfy herself that she looked just right.
The skirt was so short that the slightest movement caused her red garters and a little bare thigh to show. Before leaving the room, she opened another button at the top of the blouse and was satisfied with the contrast between the prim looking blouse and skirt and the nice display of breast cleavage and thighs. She allowed herself a little smile of excitement as she wondered how long it would take for the man to get a hard-on after he saw her.
"Wow," he gasped as she walked demurely into the room to rejoin him. "You really do beat everything these old eyes ever saw, honey."
"Don't you think I make a pretty, shy little schoolgirl."
"I don't know about that, honey," he drawled, his eyes shining, "but you sure make me want to make that little girl, shy or not."
"Oh you naughty big man," she said, her right index finger toying with her bottom lip. "What does that mean?"
"I figger you know what that means, honey."
"Does it mean that you'd like to take my bloomers off and stick that big man cock right up in my teeny weeny little cunt?"
"That's just about what it means."
"I don't know anything about that. Why don't I sit on your lap while you tell me all about it?"
Agreeing that it was a fine idea, Mark sat on the couch and Jill, flipping up her skirt to give him a nice view of her thighs and bloomers, sat on his lap, wriggling and feeling the hardness of his prick through her bloomers.
"Oh, you big strong man," she gasped, "what is that big, hard thing I feel in your pants?"
"That's my little ol' prick, little girl. You gone and made it all hard for me."
"Is that a naughty thing for a little girl to do?"
"I reckon so. Little girls in school shouldn't cause big men to get hard cocks."
"You mean it's naughty like a sin?"
"I reckon it is."
"Then I guess I deserve to have my little bloomers pulled down and get a spanking right on my little bare ass-ass. Is that what you're going to do to me, daddy?"
"I guess so, honey. Somebody has to spank your round little ass and I guess your daddy is going to have to look after that. You understand it will make you cry and fuss."
"I guess so, daddy. I always cry and kick my legs and wriggle my ass a lot when I get spanked. Do you like to hear little girls cry when you spank then-bare bums?"
"I sure do, honey. I like that a lot. Let's pull your dress up and have a look at your bloomers."
Jill helped him pull her skirt up and he fondled her lush thighs while he admired the bloomers, then felt them with both hands while she squirmed on his lap, adding to his arousal.
"Are you going to make me take my blouse and bra off before you spank me?" she asked with a little pout which added to the little girl effect.
"Oh yes, I'll have to make you all naked except for your bloomers and stockings before I spank you. I like bare naked little girls."
"And are you going to take all your clothes off too?"
"Sure thing. If I didn't, I'd get all warm and sweaty spanking your ass."
"But if you do that, I'll see your cock and your balls and everything. Are little girls suppose to see all that?"
"Well now, I guess they're not supposed to, but little girls really like it when a big man takes all his clothes off and shows them his big, hard prick and hairy balls."
"It does sound naughty but nice. I never saw a cock and balls, what do they look like?"
"Well now honey, you just get up and daddy will take all his clothes off and let you see for yourself. If you are a very good little girl, daddy will let you feel his cock and balls. I'll bet you'd really like that a lot."
"Oh yes, daddy, then I won't even be mad at you when you take my bloomers down and spank my bare ass. I guess when you do that, you'll peek at my little cunty as well. Mummy told me I shouldn't let men see my little cunty. I don't understand why."
"Well, I guess your mummy is a bit old fashioned. A lot of mummies say that to their little girls," he replied as Jill got off his lap and he began undressing hurriedly.
To keep his interest and his cock up, Jill unbuttoned her blouse so that he could see the bulging white bra and deep cleavage of her breasts.
"Oh daddy," she gasped as he dropped his shorts, "how big and strong looking your prick is. Do you really stick all that up mummy's cunt?"
"I sure do, honey and she loves to feel it up there."
"She must have a very big cunt if she can take that."
"Well, I guess it's big enough, quite a bit bigger in size than your pretty little one."
As he talked, Mark advanced to the girl and took her blouse off. As he dropped it, he held the cups of her bra and squeezed. When she sighed, he placed his face in the plunging valley and licked. His hot breath excited her, more than Jill had been to that point.
"You're not going to make me take my bra off, are you?"
"No, honey, I'm not. I'm going to take it off for you," he told her as he reached around her to slip the hooks open.
When the last hook had been slipped, Jill held her arms down and allowed him to push the bra down and off so that it fell to the floor between them.
"Jesus H. Christ," he panted as he stared at her lovely big breasts. "I thought I'd seen some tits in my day, but I was wrong. A man could spend a week working on those beauts without stopping to eat."
"If a man got hungry doing it," Jill told him, dropping the little girl role, "I have a nice warm place to eat right between my thighs. The specialty of the house is hair pie."
"I'll eat it all right," he replied eagerly as his hands worked on her jutting breasts and she heard him pant for air.
"You're not going to take my skirt off, are you, daddy?" she asked, resuming the little girl role.
"Yes, dear, daddy's going to take your skirt off now so he can see your bloomers." His hands went to her waist then the skirt fell around her feet and she stepped out of it.
"Oh what a pretty little girl you are," he told Jill as his hands rubbed the seat of her bloomers as well as the crotch which she opened for him. She felt passion flare wildly as he squeezed her ass cheeks through the fabric, and wanted desperately for him to spank her.
"Oh Daddy ... Daddy," she sighed, "take my bloomers down and spank my little ass-ass. Spank it hard and make me cry, Daddy."
Mark too was on the verge of breaking and her words triggered him into action. His hands moved quickly, trembling, and her bloomers came down as she stood swaying between his legs. The coppery red triangle of pubic hair stood out in erotic contrast to the smooth white of her skin.
Gripping her bared behind with both hands, he pulled the girl to him and, burying his face into her, feeling the hairs tickle his face, he inhaled deeply, his hands rubbing the firm, silken globes of her behind.
"Lie over Daddy's lap now, Jill and get your pretty ass spanked."
Her bloomers stretched between her thighs just above the tops of her silk stockings, Jill draped her lush form across the bare thighs of the man. When he saw the perfect rounds of her bottom, he emitted a little groan and she felt his strong trembling.
"My little girl has the most beautiful ass in the world," he told her as his right hand followed the silken curves, "and Daddy is going to spank it. He's going to slap those pretty cheeks like this ... and like this ... and like this..."
The first few spanks caused pink flowers to blossom on the white cheeks and his left arm tightened around her waist as she began to wriggle and sob in his strong grip. Even as she protested and begged her daddy to stop spanking her ass, Mark knew she loved being spanked and wanted a lot more from him before being released.
And he gave her a lot more as his right hand continued to rise and fall, producing exciting sounds in the otherwise silent room. Her crying provided erotic background music to the slapping sounds of his hand, while the kicking of her silk sheathed legs added another dimension of excitement.
Mark sensed when Jill's crying ceased to be pretended and became the real thing, yet he continued spanking those luscious cheeks which heaved and plunged over his lap with every stinging spank. He had spanked many women over the years, and knew when a woman really enjoyed crying as her behind was spanked or strapped.
Both lovely cheeks glowed a fiery red before the man stopped spanking them. When he did, he pushed a hand under her ass and into the warmth of her crotch. Her cunt, when he found it, was more than warm, it was hot and there was moisture there to tell him how aroused she had become in the course of the spanking.
Jill sobbed wetly as he helped her from his lap and led her to the wide couch where she lay on her tummy so that he could minister to her ass cheeks with his lips and tongue as well as his hands which became very gentle in contrast to their hardness during her spanking.
He licked a warm, comforting film of moisture all over her buttocks and in the crack between them before he turned her over. She turned eagerly and her legs opened wide, but Mark chose to ignore their fleshy invitation as his hands moved to her breasts.
After he had fondled them enough to erect her pink nipples, he brought his mouth into action again and sucked them until she was groaning that the nipples were raw.
"Then I'll find something else to suck, Jill," he told her, "something nice and hot and juicy."
Panting, his erect prick swaying strongly, the man moved down on the couch until he was staring into the almost visible heat of her smooth crotch. As his face neared it, he inhaled a subtle aroma of woman crotch and it caused him to tremble more violently.
Jill gave a long, low moan as his mouth pressed into the soft moisture of her churning young cunt. The lips were soft and moist as he sucked them into his mouth, and her hips jerked upward, attacking his face with erotic intensity.
As he sucked voraciously, seemingly threatening to devour her steaming hot cunt, Mark turned her so that he could get his hands on her ass where he found that all the heat generated by the thorough spanking had been retained in the plump, firm globes.
When the tenor of the girl's groans and cries of lust changed, Mark knew that she was preparing to go into orgasm. His hands tightened their grip, his fingers digging into the fleshy mounds and raising her right off the couch.
Jill climaxed wildly, her long legs scissoring, her body jerking as though in the throes of electrocution as Mark went on holding her, his tongue licking up spilled juices from her hot crotch.
The orgasm was only finishing as he lowered her tingling buttocks to the couch, hurried into position between her legs and she felt his strong prick probing the moist sensitivity of her crotch.
It found her slit easily and began pushing inside to find that the deeper it penetrated, the hotter Jill became, until the full length of his shaft was buried in her body and Mark rested on the warm silk of her body for a few seconds before he began stroking, surprising and thrilling her by refusing to engage in the hurried stroking his body demanded, giving her a very slow enchanting fucking which caused her to moan in renewed passion as her legs went up to wrap around him.
To her delight, Jill felt the promise of another blast-off. Had she been a religious person, she would have begun to pray that the man would last long enough to bring her all the way to her erotic goal. As it turned out, there was not any need for prayer as she shrieked into her second orgasm.
He had begun to stroke faster and, as she neared the hot pitch of the orgasm, she felt his body twitch and jerk between her legs, then he was pumping streams of hot semen into her with a force which surprised and delighted Jill.
After they had rested, Mark asked Jill to dress up in her schoolgirl outfit again while he poured drinks for the two of them. Having enjoyed her woman body so thoroughly, it thrilled him to see her resume the little girl role she played so well.
While they chatted and sipped drinks, his hand played under her short skirt, feeling the wetness of the bloomers and adding to it. The man doubted that he could get erect again, but that did not stop him from driving himself wild with lust and bringing Jill along with him.
As he willed his prick to stiffen for another trip to the depths of her hot little cunt, Mark pushed Jill down on her back and watched her beautiful legs go high above her. They parted widely and he buried his face in the wet crotch of her bloomers.
He sucked noisily, wetly, savoring her cunt through an erotic filter of silk bloomers as the girl writhed madly in a passion which matched his own. At last he heard her gasp sharply, then beg him to make her come again.
Jill raised her hips from the couch and the man quickly stripped her wet bloomers off. She gave a groan of ecstasy, threw her legs high into the air again and Mark went down on her, his mouth devouring her cunt, his tongue rasping on her clitoris until she climaxed for the third time, an orgasm no less strong or thrilling than the earlier ones had been.
Later, Jill went to her room and changed into something less spectacular, not wanting her mother to return and catch her in the costume that would have been a dead giveaway. He had another drink waiting for her when she returned and they began to chat.
Within minutes, they were planning their wedding. Mark told her that she would leave first on a pretended vacation, register into a good hotel in a distant city, and he would meet her there. They would be married at once and break the news to Helen later.
As they talked, he pulled the hem of Jill's dress high so that he could fondle her lush thighs and warm, sheer nylon panties.
"Damn, Jill," he gasped, his eyes wide with wonder, "you work miracles on me. I'm almost hard enough again."
"I know just what to do about that, darling," she told him with a smile as she unzipped his fly, reached inside and gently took his cock out.
It was semi-hard, and the ministrations of her gentle hands quickly improved its state. Smiling, Jill told Mark to he back and relax. He gave a little groan of excitement as he watched her lick her lips and knew just what she was going to do for him.
Holding the shaft of his penis in her right hand, she licked the head first, then teased him by licking the dark vein along the lower side of his cock for a long time before she stuffed the swollen head into her mouth and sucked him off, swallowing all he could produce for her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jill felt only a little sympathy for her mother as she stood looking out the hotel window, waiting for the call from Mark that would tell her when he would arrive to marry her.
She had slept well the night before and woke fully rested. If anything bothered her, it was the fact that she had spent the previous night alone in bed. Her body craved attention and as she stared at the traffic far below, she wondered whether to simply use a finger to bring relief, or to call room service and seduce the bellboy when he came to the room with her order.
A knock on her door interrupted her and she hurried to answer it. On the way, she picked up a negligee and threw it on, fastening it loosely. While the garment did cover her body, it did not begin to hide it and served to emphasize her nudity and stunning beauty.
"Yes?" she asked as she looked at the man who stood in the doorway, his eyes moving over her body boldly.
"I'm a special employee of Mark Derringer," he told her. "I'm to take you to a special meeting with him."
"Are you playing spy or something?" she asked. "What's all this about a special meeting?"
"I'm only an employee, Miss," he replied, his eyes still busy moving up and down her body. "I don't know anything except what I'm told. It seems you're in some kind of danger and my boss wants me to take you to a safer place."
The words stunned her. For a moment, his message struck her as being a complete fraud, then she thought of her mother. If Helen had found out about her plan to marry Mark, could it be, she wondered, that she would be so angry that she planned a form of revenge which would put the life of her daughter in danger?
"Come in," she told the man, not liking his looks, yet in confidence since the man was from Mark, had to be since there was no one else who knew she was at the hotel. "I'll have to get dressed."
Hurriedly, Jill gathered up clothes to dress for the trip to meet Mark and find out what was happening.
"Am I supposed to turn my back or something?" the visitor asked with a grin that was without warmth.
"Suit yourself," Jill replied with confidence as she opened the negligee and slipped it off to stand naked before him. "It won't shock me to have a man see me in the nude, and I expect you've seen a few naked women in your time. If you can't take it, you may turn your back."
Pretending to ignore him, Jill began dressing, beginning with her garter belt and nylons. When she looked into the mirror, she saw the reflection of the man as he pushed at the front of his pants, changing the position of his hard penis.
"I hope I'm not making it too hard for you," she said, turning to smile at him.
"No," he replied, boldly rubbing the front of his pants, "just hard enough."
Jill dressed quickly and they left the room. The man was vague about where they were going, but that didn't bother Jill since she did not know the city anyway.
During the long drive, the man frequently glimpsed at her legs and Jill didn't bother pulling the hem of her dress down. She read a hardness and cruelty in the man, yet if it had not been that she was going to Mark, she knew she would want this man to tear her clothes off and be rough in taking her in any way he chose. She sensed he would give her a going over that she would not quickly forget.
Jill noticed that the houses had thinned out and the man was driving her into the country.
"Just where are we going?" she demanded, fighting to get her tone calm, not wanting the man to see that she was upset. "This seems like a strange place to be meeting Mark."
"Lady, Mark is the boss and I think you know it. If the boss wants to meet you in a certain place, I guess that's how we play it. Right?"
"I suppose so," Jill conceded.
A few minutes later, the driver turned the car into a rough, narrow private road, they drove through a hundred yards of dense brush country, then pulled up in a clearing beside an old stone farmhouse. Once again Jill experienced a sensation of danger, but she reminded herself that only Mark could have known she was at that particular hotel and therefore she need not be afraid, that it suited him to play cloak and dagger and that she should go along with it. Besides, she realized as she looked at the powerful looking man who was getting out of the car, there really wasn't anything she could do about it.
The man surprised her by hurrying around the car to open the door for her. She rewarded him with a smile and a nice display of thigh as she swung out of the seat. They went to a side door which was unlocked and he led her inside in a way that told her he knew the house well..
They heard the sound of a chair being pushed back in another room and the man called, "Did the boss get here yet?"
"No. She..." the voice cut off sharply. "No, not yet," it resumed.
"Did he say she?" Jill asked, her suspicions fully aroused and the chill of fear sinking in as she realized she should have not left the hotel with the man.
"No," he replied firmly in a tone which didn't invite argument. "This way."
He opened the door of a room and motioned for Jill to step inside. She did so and the door closed behind her. Her heart fell as she heard the sound of a metal bolt being shut outside the door.
The room was a spacious one which contained only a bed and a few kitchen chairs. She wondered what there was about the room which made it so ominous. When she saw the barred window, she had the answer to her question. Turning, Jill began to reach for the knob of the door, then her hand stopped and fell to her side.
There was no point in making any fuss, she told herself, since it would only entertain the man who had brought her there and would avail her nothing. She had only her pride left to sustain her and decided to hold onto that as long as she could.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jill had waited more than an hour in the room, and in that time, her clothing had become soaked with perspiration which was cold and clammy. Often, she heard footsteps come close to the door, pause, then go away again.
She guessed they were playing a cruel game with her, torturing her without touching her, breaking her down with psychological torture so that she would be weak and helpless for ... for what, she wondered, and for whom.
Recalling that the man had used the word she in referring to the boss, Jill wondered again whether her mother could be involved. She rejected the thought. Her mother dealt with many shady persons, but not, she told herself, hoodlums and kidnappers.
Still, the more she tried to work things out in her tired mind, the more confused she became until she forced herself to stop thinking and to concentrate on fighting them in their efforts to make her break down without being touched.
When the footsteps approached the door again, Jill managed a smile as she told herself that they were still playing the game and that since she understood the rules of it, they were not going to frighten her again. Her heart seemed to stop beating as the bolt was slipped back and the man who had driven her there walked into the room wearing a cold smile.
"You're not a very good host," she greeted him, a light smile playing around her lips, her head held proudly.
"I have to get warmed up before I become charming," he told her, his voice edged in flint. "In a little while you'll find out that I'm quite an interesting host."
From his jacket pocket he produced a pair of handcuffs and signalled for her to hold her hands out for them. Jill started to resist, then forced a smile as she gave him her wrists and he quickly manacled them. The metal was cold on her wrists and the sight of the locked cuffs filled her with terror.
In a little while, she knew, she was going to break down, but until that happened, she promised herself, she was going to play it cool, going to show them that they could not hurt her or debase her, at least not until. ... She cut the thought off at that point as the man reached into his other pocket and produced a white cloth.
"This light is hard on your pretty eyes," he told her as he fastened the blindfold over her eyes and tied it very tightly behind her head. "There now, that should make you feel a lot more comfortable."
"Thank you," she told him, calmly. "Aren't you going to gag me as well? Isn't that what they do to the heroine in all the cheap horror movies?"
"Could be, but this isn't a movie. This is going to be the real thing. The boss-likes sounds and you're going to make a lot of them. If you were gagged it would spoil the music."
Jill felt his hands gripping her face, then his mouth came down on hers, mashing hungrily. Despite the torment in her mind, she felt her body respond to the kiss with an intensity that made her wonder what was wrong with her.
"Baby," he whispered, his mouth close to hers, "you're hot. You really liked that, didn't you?"
"Don't women usually like it when you kiss them?" Jill asked.
"They don't complain," he replied, "but they don't usually catch fire on the first kiss like that." As he spoke, his hands reached to fondle her big breasts through her dress. "I'm really going to enjoy my work, baby. You may not enjoy it, but I will."
Jill opened her mouth to ask what was going to happen to her, then changed her mind and closed it again. When a hand moved between her knees, she parted her legs wide and allowed him to feel his way up to the crotch of her sheer, nylon panties. Her body went on responding as he rubbed a big, strong hand on the warm nylon until both felt a moist warmth under his hand.
At the sound of other footsteps approaching, the hand moved out of her crotch and the man moved away from her to greet, she sensed, the one referred to as the boss.
"Are you the boss?" Jill asked as the footsteps stopped close to the chair on which she was seated.
"That's right," came the reply, but it was spoken by the man who had brought her to the house.
"Can't your boss talk?" she asked, a note of derision in her tone.
The reply was a jolting slap across the face. Caught by surprise, her whole body rocked and she would have fallen to the floor had not strong hands caught her and held her on the chair.
"The boss doesn't like lippy people," the man informed her as Jill began to cry softly. Her cheek felt puffy and there was the taste of blood in her mouth.
Jill didn't try to stop crying, there was no use. It had helped her when she played calm and defiant, but that stage had passed and now, she knew, she was going to face cruel torture. There was no longer any point in being brave or even trying to pretend to be.
Over the sound of her gentle crying, Jill heard sounds of breathing seeming to come from all around her. After a little while, she was aware of whispering, then felt hands on her, picking her up and making her stand.
The hands became rough and her dress was torn off. A pair of hands clutched at her bra and tore it off. Moments later, she guessed it was the same hands which tore her panties off leaving her naked except for garter belt and nylons.
There were more whispers, then she was carried to the bed and found herself lying bottom up over the lap of a man. Before the first spank was delivered, she knew she was going to be spanked and was surprised that it was to be just a spanking and not a whipping.
"You got a real nice ass there, baby," a panting male voice told her, "and I'm going to make it look better with my hard hand, like this."
His hand was hard and very big, so big that it almost covered the entire surface of the cheek he slapped. After that, he went on spanking without further comment. It was unlikely that Jill would have heard anything he could have said anyway because he spanked harder than she had ever been spanked and the sound of her crying filled the room.
And then the spanking stopped, leaving her buttocks feeling like a mass of fire. She was pushed to her feet, wondering what would happen to her next, then other hands grabbed her and she was pulled across a lap again.
"Oh no," she managed to gasp, then she was being spanked again and crying more loudly than before. The man spanked as hard as the other had and Jill was soon screaming for mercy, knowing that there would be none.
After a while, her pain reached a plateau where she knew it could get no worse and so, while she continued to cry, she stopped screaming and resigned herself to the continued burning in her buttocks which remained constant even as the spanking hand continued to rise and fall.
"Okay boss," the spanker said as he stopped slapping her outraged behind, "I think she should be about ready for you to go to work on her now. What do you think?"
As she was held over the lap of the man, Jill was aware of hands feeling her behind. They could have been feminine hands, but her buttocks were so sensitive that she couldn't be sure.
After a little while, the hands went away and Jill felt herself being dragged across the floor. Hands toyed with her breasts and in her crotch, but she didn't care, drained of pride and passion alike, she didn't care what they touched, what they did, if only they wouldn't hurt her anymore.
But it was a vain hope and she knew it. Confirmation of that came when she felt herself being bent from the waist and tied to something. Her middle rested on something hard, like the back of a chair or a wooden bar. Her flaming butt was positioned high, her head was low, close to the floor, she guessed.
Cords tied her feet wide apart so that her body would be terribly vulnerable to what lay in store for her, no matter what it was.
"Please, no more," Jill begged as the man finished tying her left ankle and ran a hand up her thigh to fondle her hot, aching buttocks. "Why me? What have I done?"
"We'll tell you all about that in a little while, baby," the man told her. "For now, my boss wants to introduce a new friend to you. The friend's name is Marty Martinet. Do you know him."
"Oh noooooooooo," Jill wailed. She knew what a martinet was, had once watched a woman scream her throat raw under the sting of the five-thonged terror. In that case, it had been a sex whipping that she has asked for. For Jill, there would be nothing sexual about it, only a merciless lashing of her already raw buttocks and perhaps even more.
The man stepped back, Jill heard the sound of a quick intake of breath, then thought she heard a swish but stopped thinking altogether as the thongs of the martinet curled around her aching behind, setting new fires. Her scream echoed through the room.
There was a pause during which she felt a man kneel at her head and reach under her to play with her breasts. She uttered another piercing scream as the martinet burned once more, still using her blistered buttocks as a target.
On the third slash of the martinet, the tips of the thongs curled under her buttocks and cut the tender skin of her crotch. Again and again the martinet hissed then lashed her buttocks, leaving new stripes of fire.
Jill was vaguely aware of voices during a pause in the beating, then the martinet visited her again, this time low on her back just above her behind. As the beating went on, Jill was to learn that the instrument was working its way up slowly and was not to stop until both her shoulders had been thoroughly lashed by it.
Pain was no longer localized, her entire body was one fantastic pain, including the pain in her throat, rough and dry from her screaming.
But still she was not finished. When she next screamed, it was because the instrument was being applied to her thighs, the biting sting worse, if possible, than it had been on her behind.
As the thin little lashes worked their way down the back of her thighs, it began biting at her through her nylons which did nothing to cushion the sting and kept the young woman screaming, though more hoarsely than before
And then there was another pause and Jill begged fate to make it the end of her torture. She burned from her shoulders to the soles of her feet which had not escaped the stinging martinet. Surely, she told herself, there was nothing else they could do to her.
Still, she heard the labored breathing close to her, a frightening reminder, a hint that there could be more to come, some new form of torture.
It came suddenly and without warning as the leather covered handle of the martinet came down with brutal force in the crack of her abused butt, striking and abusing that little pink ring, making the full length of her crack feel like one big bruise. Down came the hard handle again with the same brutal force in her crack again.
"Now," came the excited voice, laden with passion, "ram the bitch right up the butt. Make her scream. Split her arsehole with that big cock of yours."
Even over the sound of her cries, Jill recognized her mother's voice.
"Mummy ... mummy ... stop ... stop ... don't hurt me anymore. I can't stand it," she shrieked.
Hurriedly, she felt herself being gripped, then there came a strong pushing and ramming at her badly bruised ass. She felt a big prick press hard against the ring of her hole, then there was a groan of triumph as it stretched the ring a little, then rammed in. Jill screamed again.
Holding her hips with both hands, the man kept ramming at her until she felt his belly slapping her and knew he was all the way in. The pain kept her screaming while the brutal man went on riding her until he pulled her back hard against him and fired his streams of semen into her bowels.
When he withdrew his spent tool, Jill's hole felt so stretched that she was sure something else would come out right behind his cock. She fought to control her muscles, yet she was surprised when her fears did not materialize.
After a little while, Jill felt herself being untied and dared to hope that her ordeal was over. As the strong man helped her to her feet and supported her with one arm, he untied the blindfold.
Her hands, freed at last, were weak as Jill tried to rub tears from her eyes, wanting to look to see if Helen was still in the room with them. She saw her lying nude on the bed as a man knelt with his face in her crotch, sucking noisily while her legs kicked.
The rotten bitch, Jill thought, she got such a kick out of working me over like that. It was more than just revenge, the filthy, sadistic animal loved it so much that she has to have her cunt lapped to blow off her pressure.
Jill knew that if she'd had a gun in her hand at that moment, she would empty it into the writhing body of the woman on the bed, her mother who was going wild in orgasm, her big thighs rubbing the man's face.
For a while, hate sustained the girl, but when the men came to take her to the bed again, she broke down, crying and begging her mother to let her go, swearing that she would never tell a soul what had happened to her or who had done it.
"I'm not quite finished with you yet, Jill dear,"
Helen told her with a smile. "When you leave here, I want to be very sure that you'll never even mention Mark's name again, let alone try to see him."
"I'll promise that now, I swear it. Please don't let them do anything else to me. I can't stand anymore pain."
"You'd promise anything right now, darling," the woman said, without feeling, "but I want to be sure that when you make promises, you keep them. I want to be sure that if you even hear the name Mark, you'll shiver with terror. I'm going to take him back just as you were going to take him from me and I want to be sure you don't try again to steal him."
Jill was securely tied to the bed then, her legs wide apart, her whole body aching.
"Wash her face for her," Helen commanded and a man came to the bed and smiled down at Jill as he held his stiff cock in his hand, the skin drawn back.
Grinning like an idiot, he knelt astride her and went on smiling as he began to pull himself. He stopped once and took his hand off his tool, obviously wanting to prolong the pleasure of jerking off, then he went back into action, his hand moving slowly back and forth.
He gave a grunt, then fell forward. At the same moment, his prick began spurting. His aim was good and he covered Jill's face with his sperm. When he stopped spurting, the man squeezed the last drops from his spent cock, then bent over Jill and, using both hands, rubbed his semen all over her face, making sure that some of it got into her nose and mouth and even her ears.
Before he had time to finish the strange facial, Jill felt the fluid drying and getting sticky, forming a foul mask over her face. When she sniffed, she drew some of his fluid up her nostrils and feared she would be sick.
"After all that work," Jill heard her mother say, "you boys must need a pee." Both agreed that they did.
"Well just hold your water a minute and I'll show you a nice urinal you can use."
Getting onto the bed, she stood astride her daughter, squatted, then, smiling as the men stared at her, she let go with a stream of urine which caught the girl on the left breast and kept moving around until the final trickles dribbled onto her already wet face.
"There now," Helen said with satisfaction as she got up and left the bed, "I think you have the idea. Of course, being male you can aim better than I could. Let's see you give her a nice bath, one at a time."
While Helen stood back, rubbing a hand in her crotch, the men approached Jill one after the other and bathed her with their hot streams, both obviously enjoying their work immensely and leaving both her and the bed a wet, smelling, foul mess.
As Helen left the room with her friends, leaving Jill bound to the bed, the girl was certain that death would be preferable to her situation then, especially if she had to remain in that house any longer, in the care of the beasts who had so abused and debased her.
Later, still naked, her inner thighs wet from having received more attention from the men, Helen came back for a chat with her daughter.
"You will stay here for a day or two," she told Jill, "until my friends decide you're in shape to leave. You'll be dropped in the city then with enough money to get away and get started on your own. If you ever try to talk to, see or write to Mark again, I'll visit you with my friends and then it will be too late for warnings. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Mother dear, it's clear and thank you very much. I'm really touched by your maternal love. I promise I'll never forget you."
The woman opened her mouth to give what was obviously going to be an angry retort, then a strange expression came over her face and turning, she hurried out of the room.
A little while later, one of the men, the one who had taken her from the hotel, came into the room and untied Jill. He led her to a bathroom and watched while she bathed, taking a long time and still not feeling clean when she got out of the tub.
He confirmed that she would have to stay with them for a couple of days, but that there would be no more beatings, if she proved friendly.
Sensing the futility of angering him and his friend, Jill assured him she would give him no trouble at all. Still naked, she followed him into another room where the other man sat and sipped a drink. Jill accepted a strong drink and downed it fast before pouring a second one which she sipped. After a little while, one of the men stood and showed her his strong erection. Smiling, she went to the couch with him and threw herself into sexual enjoyment as he fondled and kissed her a lot before slipping his stiff cock into her and giving her a long, slow fucking which brought her to climax and helped to make her forget all that had happened.
She stayed with them for two days, and during that time, neither man kept a hard-on for long as she was always at the ready to look after such basic needs for the two of them and they were more than delighted with the way she met the need.
The party over, the three of them got into a car, drove into the city again, and Jill was let out in front of the hotel from which she had been taken.
CHAPTER NINE
Despite her promise to her mother, Jill had no intention in the world of giving Mark up. If anything, the ordeal her mother had put her through only strengthened her resolve to gain ultimate revenge by finding and marrying the man. Fear that her mother would get her hands on her again and carry out her threat, didn't enter the picture.
With all the money the man had, she reasoned he could afford to hire men to make sure that she did not again fall into Helen's ungentle hands.
From a pay phone in the lobby Jill confirmed that she was still registered in the room so she went to it at once and discarded the old trench coat she had been given, and the patched dress. Before dressing, she called the desk for messages and was given a number where she could reach Mark.
Fearing that it could be a trap, she dialed the number and, when a woman's voice answered, hung up. Her phone rang less than a minute later and it was Mark. She read desperation in his voice and heard it in his words.
Assuring him that their deal was very much still on, Jill asked him to come to her room and she would tell him the whole story. She also suggested that he keep an eye open to see if he was being followed to the hotel. Without asking further questions, he hung up with a promise to hurry to her. When he arrived, minutes later, Jill met him, wearing a negligee over her nudity. Taking her into his arms, Mark kissed her, passionately, and she responded in full measure. Only then did she really feel she had escaped from captivity.
As their embrace ended, she told him to watch while she removed the negligee. She saw a look of puzzlement on his face, then watched his reflection in the mirror as she turned to show him her back. His jaw fell and an angry look came over his face.
There were more than enough bruises and fading marks left by the martinet to show what she had suffered
"Who did it?" he asked.
"My dear, loving mother and a couple of hired goons."
"Helen."
"That's right."
She went on to tell him the story then. For a while, he was puzzled, then he guessed that Helen had suspected something and had bugged her phone with a tape recorder. Only in that way, he reasoned, could she have known just where her daughter was.
"What are you going to do about it?" he asked. "If you want her killed, I can arrange that without trouble."
"Thanks, Mark. I haven't made up my mind yet what I want to do in the way of revenge, but I won't go that far. I'll let you know when I work it out. How soon can we be married?"
"Tomorrow, if you like. I have the license and in this state we don't even need a blood test."
"That's a break, I'm not sure I have any left," she said with a wry grin.
Taking her into his arms again, Mark asked in a whisper if she would like to make love.
"Of course, darling, I'm always in the mood. I would like to have a long bath first though."
She poured drinks and they took them to the bathroom where she ran a hot tub and got into it to soak. Mark's presence and the feel of the warm water soaking away her tensions combined to make Jill feel better than she had in a long time.
Not wanting to talk about Jill's ordeal, they talked instead of the future and the pleasure they would enjoy together, alone and with other interesting people in interesting places they would visit on his yacht.
"I brought my little girl suit," she told him as she sat with her lush breasts bobbing on top of the water like sexy inflated toys. "Would you like me to put it on after I get out of the tub?"
"I'd really love that, dear," he assured her, "But no spanking this time, just a lot of other things."
"You do like spanking me, don't you, Mark?"
"Of course I do and you know it. This time though, I don't think it would be right. You understand, I'm sure."
"I understand what you mean, darling, and I appreciate it, but we're picking up our life right where we left off."
"You mean you want me to spank you?" Mark asked.
"Let's put it this way, dear," she smiled warmly. "If I'm going to keep on being a naughty little girl, you just have to take my bloomers down and spank my naughty ass and make your little girl cry and promise to be good."
"Well now, when you put it that way, dear, I guess it makes sense. After all, daddy owes it to his pretty little girl to discipline her so that she will be good."
Jill got out of the tub and sighed while the man used a big towel to dry her glistening body. The bath had left her feeling wonderful and she was anxious then to play the naughty little girl, have her ass spanked, then feel Mark, his face working in her crotch, his tongue licking inside, his strong hands holding her while she went into orgasm. It would be up to him, later, whether his reward came with his stiff prick pushed into her eager cunt or her mouth.
Mark stayed in the bathroom with his drink while Jill went into the bedroom to get into her costume. She wasted no time getting dressed, then her voice was that of a girl as she called her daddy and told him she was ready to take her punishment.
"Hello, Daddy," she greeted him, holding her skirt up so that he could see the tops of her black stockings and a narrow band of white thigh above. "I'm late because I had to stay in after school."
"Oh, and why did you have to stay after school?" Mark asked, turning on a frown as he picked up his cue from her.
"Oh, it was so silly. Stella and I were in the John, playing a little game of stinky finger and a teacher found us doing it."
"Just what is stinky finger, dear?" he asked.
"Oh you know, we had our panties down and each of us were fingering the other's little pussy."
"But that's a very naughty thing to do, Jill. Girls shouldn't play games like that."
"But Daddy," she protested, "you play with my cunny. You let me play with your dickie too and suck it all the way until you come in my mouth."
"But that's different, dear, I'm your daddy and that makes it all right."
"Gee," she sighed, sweetly, "it's so hard being just a little girl. I can never remember what's right and not right."
"That's why your daddy takes your bloomers down when you're naughty and spanks your bare ass-ass. It helps to remind you to be good."
"But you're not going to spank me just for playing a game with Stella, are you?"
"Yes dear, I have to so that the next time you go to the bathroom with her you will remember not to play games like that."
"But I will remember, Daddy," she said with a little pout. "I won't play stinky finger with her anymore. Honest I won't."
"That isn't good enough, darling, Daddy has to spank you so you won't forget. Hold your skirt up nice and high now and I'll take your little bloomers down."
Sobbing and pleading with her daddy not to spank her, the girl pulled the hem of her skirt slowly up her thighs and held it at her waist. She sobbed a little more loudly when the man began lowering her white silk bloomers. Then he stopped, they stretched between her legs, below the tops of her stockings.
Telling her to stand as she was and not to let her skirt fall to cover her, he got up and began undressing. Once, she did let her skirt fall to tease him. Speaking sternly, Mark reminded her of what she had done, then bending her under his arm and flipping the tail of her skirt up to bare her behind, he gave her a brisk shower of spanks which produced a bright pink tint on both delightfully curved cheeks.
Releasing her, he went on undressing and stripped naked before sitting on the bed, his stiff cock pointing up at her and twitching with desire. When the order came, Jill draped herself over his lap, felt her skirt being pushed higher and his left arm wrap around her bare waist.
She began to cry when he delivered the first spank, her beautiful legs kicking, her body rubbing across his thighs.
"Oh my ass," she cried, "oh daddy ... you're hurting me."
"Yes dear ... SPANK ... I know I'm hurting ... SPANK ... your pretty little ass ... SPANK ... But daddy has to ... SPANK ... make your ass hurt ... SPANK ... like this ... SPANK ... to make you act like a ... SPANK ... good little girl all the time ... SPANK ... You understand that ... SPANK ... don't you, dear? ... SPANK
"Yes ... sob ... Daddy," Jill told him as he went on with the spanking.
Since Jill had asked for the spanking, Mark guessed that she wanted a real one and he did not stop slapping the bouncing, red cheeks until she had received exactly that.
He left her over his lap for a little while, rubbing her hot ass cheeks while she cried, then he rolled her onto the bed and took her bloomers off.
Jill threw her legs up and wide open and Mark hurriedly got his face between them, his mouth finding her cunt hot and moist, waiting to increase both conditions. He sucked it for a little while as she sobbed and sniffled wetly, then put his tongue into the hot slit and found her clitoris.
She began jerking on the bed as his tongue did its work, then she felt herself blasting into orgasm. His hands rubbed as they held her hips and Jill enjoyed a long, strong orgasm.
"Where do you want to stick it, Daddy?" Jill sobbed, her right hand brushing away the last of her tears. "In my cunny or in my mouth?"
"Take it in your mouth and make it nice and wet first so it will slip into your pretty little cunt easily," he told her.
Jill quickly removed her blouse and as she bent over him, licking her lips at the sight of his erect pecker, he unhooked her bra, pushed it out of the way and played with the big, lush globes which dangled and swayed as her mouth began to work on his throbbing cock.
Panting, Mark told her she was sucking him so beautifully that he wanted her to go all the way. She did, and he rewarded her with a rich load of semen which she swallowed delightedly.
CHAPTER TEN
With a wedding ring on her finger and a copy of Mark's will in her safety deposit box at the bank, Jill was sitting on top of the world. She was so delighted with her lot that she even found herself ready to forgive her mother, but only after she had repaid her for the beating and humiliation she had endured at Helen's hands.
Since they had plans made which included a lot of travel, they decided to look after Helen, then get started on their way. They flew to the city where Helen lived and went up to the penthouse apartment unannounced.
Unlocking the door, Jill walked into the familiar apartment followed by Mark and the man he had hired to help her punish Helen for her acts of brutality to her daughter.
As Jill walked into the bedroom, Helen sat up in bed, a startled expression on her face.
"Jill ... Mark ... you wouldn't. I'm sorry about what I did to you, Jill, honest I am."
"I understand, Mother, and after I've punished you," Jill told her in a tone devoid of anger, "I'm prepared to forgive and forget. There's no reason why we can't still be friends, is there?"
"I'm not going to be as cruel as you were to me, but I am going to punish you. Get up now and we'll get all this over with."
"Please, Jill. At least make the others leave the room," the woman pleaded, holding the sheet up to cover her breasts.
"Get her out of that bed," Jill told the man they had engaged to assist them. "Feel free to feel her up all you like while you're doing it."
His eyes gleaming with excitement, the strong looking man jerked the sheet off the bed and stared at the nervous woman who huddled, trembling in fear of what was to follow.
"Man, what tits on this doll," he enthused as he took them in both hands and began rubbing them after pushing her arms out of the way easily.
"You're hurting me," she complained, fighting vainly to get out of his grasp.
"Do you want me to take it easy on her?" he asked Jill.
"Anything but. Just go ahead and have fun in any way you like. There's just one reservation, don't fuck her, she enjoys that too much."
"I don't dig you two at all if this broad is really your mother, but I'm going to have me some real fun with this bunch of meat."
After fondling her breasts for a while, the man bent and began sucking them. Helen didn't enjoy it for long, as he began nipping her breasts with his teeth, causing her to cry out and attempt to fight back. When she did, Helen received one mighty slap across her plump ass and that took the fight out of her as he resumed sucking and nibbling her massive breasts while the others watched.
Enjoying the scene on the bed and feeling arousal grow, Jill began undressing. At a signal from her, Mark followed her lead and both stripped naked, Jill leaving only garter belt and nylons on.
On the bed, the man had deserted Helen's breasts and was working on her behind and crotch with both hands busy.
"Jeez, what an ass," he panted as his hands worked feverishly, squeezing, rubbing and patting as the woman began to squirm with passion.
"She's beginning to enjoy it," Jill told the man as she moved toward the bed. "I'll start spanking her butt while you strip off. When you're ready you may take her over your lap and give her a real spanking. I think you are going to enjoy spanking that big, chubby ass."
"I know I am. I'd rather spank than fuck and she's got a real butt for spanking."
Sobbing, but making no protest, Helen draped her nude body over her daughter's thighs and began crying as Jill commenced the spanking. There was nothing playful about the way the girl spanked, and Helen was soon crying very loudly and pleading for mercy.
Jill enjoyed herself immensely, recalling that when she had been a prisoner of her mother and her helpers in the deserted house, her position had been even worse, and yet it had taken a lot more than that to break her spirit and get her to beg for mercy. Between spanks, she reminded her mother of that fact.
When she saw that the man was naked and had a good look at his big, stiff cock, Jill stopped spanking and invited him to take over with the task of warming her mother's big butt.
With obvious delight, the man sat on the edge of the bed, pulled the naked, crying woman across his strong, hairy thighs and began spanking her.
"He really knows how to spank," Jill observed as she and Mark watched the action.
"You better believe it," Mark replied as he watched the big hand slam down and cause a plump cheek to joggle as long legs kicked and the woman kept crying loudly and squirming under the painful assault. "Look at the size of those hands of his, they damn near cover one of her big cheeks."
"And there's a lot of muscle in those arms too," Jill commented. "If you don't mind, I may have him give me a few spanks later just to see what it feels like."
"Not at all," her husband assured her. "I think I'd get a kick out of watching him spank you. Needless to say, I'll want to grab you when he's finished and give you a cunt full of stiff cock."
"I hope so, lover," Jill told him in a dreamy tone, her hand slipping into her crotch to rub her warming twat as she thrilled to the sights and sounds coming from the bed where the man went on spanking as though he would never stop.
Jill went to the overnight bag she had brought with her and opened it. It contained only a whippy little cane, a wide leather strap, a martinet and the biggest dildo she had been able to find. With help from her husband, Jill fastened the dildo into place and smiled as the man on the bed stared at it, blinking.
"For Chrissake," he commented without breaking the rhythm of the spanking he was administering, "it's even bigger than mine."
"It really is," Jill agreed, "and that's really something. You're very well hung."
Picking up the strap, she told him to take a rest while she took over. Pleading for mercy, Helen lay on her tummy on the bed when Jill told her to, but with the first cut of the strap across her already burning butt, she threw herself over on her back.
"Suit yourself," Jill said as she brought the leather down across the front of the woman's thighs. "I can strap your thighs instead if that's the way you want it."
With a scream, Helen turned over again and took another slash of leather across her buttocks.
"Why don't I hold her for you?" the paid assistant asked Jill. "That way you could really lay the leather across her fat butt."
Jill agreed to the suggestion and the man was soon standing beside the bed. He had pulled the crying woman to her feet and held her bent under his arm. He held her so easily with the one arm that it left the other free to play with her while Jill went into action with the strap, her big breasts bouncing and dancing with the exertion.
Helen's throat had already become raw from screaming when Jill decided that even though the apartment was sound proof, she had better reduce the volume of sound.
Dropping the strap, she picked up the panties she had discarded and rummaged through the clothes hamper and came up with a pair of Helen's as well.
"You must have gotten well laid last night, mother dear," she commented as she examined the crotch of the nylon panties. "That should make your gag a bit tastier."
She returned with the panties and one of Helen's nylons, balled the panties and stuffed them into the woman's mouth. The man took over and tied the nylon around her head so that the gag would remain in place.
"Gonna give her some more of the strap?" he asked, eagerly.
"No, I think I'll let her dance for the cane now," she told him as she picked it up and swished it as she approached them. "Mother always wanted to be a dancer, this will be her chance to demonstrate her ability."
The cane swished and caught the woman high on the right thigh, drawing a vivid red line and causing her to emit a high pitched scream which was only partially muffled by the nylon gag. It was only the first of many lines Jill was to paint across her mothers thighs and buttocks. While the man easily held the struggling woman in any position he chose, Jill kept busy flicking the switch before putting it down and reaching for the martinet.
"See, Mother," she taunted, "I've brought along a nice friend of yours. "You remember introducing me to him don't you? I believe his name is Mister Martinet. He really has a warming quality about him, doesn't he, Mother dear?"
With a flick of the wrist, Jill laid the five thongs of the lash briskly across the red, swollen buttocks of the woman whose body jerked at the bite of the stinging little fingers of fire.
Recalling what her mother had done to her with the handle of the whip, she had the man hold her bent with her head well down. Jill gazed at the stretched butt of the woman, saw her open crack and brought the handle down with a punishing, bruising blow.
Helen's feet pounded the floor, telling Jill how well the blow had been paid on. The handle pounded down into the woman's crack three more times before Jill gripped it in the more conventional fashion and resumed whipping her mother while the exertion combined with her sexual arousal to send trickles of sweat coursing down her lovely body, causing the curves to glisten excitingly, so excitingly for Mark that he stood with a hand wrapped around the shaft of his stiff cock, forcing himself to resist the strong urge to jerk himself off.
Dropping the martinet then, Jill stood in front of her mother, her right hand wrapped suggestively around the long, thick dildo.
"Remember how one of your pals gave it to me up the ass, Mother dear?" she asked, taunting.
"Please, Jill," the woman sobbed, "Haven't you done enough?"
"No, Mother dear, I haven't. I'm not going to shame and degrade you as you did me, but I am going to ride your butt with my dildo up your hole. It will hurt you and at the same time deprive you of the feel of a real cock. It should be a lot of fun, for me that is."
"Are you going to give it to her now, darling?" Mark asked eagerly and she assured him she was.
"Get down on your hands and knees Mother," she told the woman, "and let us see those big tits hanging.
Her eyes made a final, silent plea, then Helen went down on hands and knees, her arched behind glowing like a fleshy beacon, her big breasts swaying under her. At the sight of them, Jill's assistant knelt beside Helen to see and play with them.
"You don't mind, do you?" he asked Jill as she moved into a kneeling position behind her mother, so close that the dildo brushed the crack of her hot, tingling butt.
"Not at all," she assured him as she parted warm, smooth cheeks and guided the head of the dildo to her mother's arsehole. "You may have to hold her. She's really going to squirm when I force this up her butt. It should be lubricated, but I want to hurt her so I'm going to give it to her dry and really give her pain, the kind she'll remember for a long time."
As she spoke, Jill grabbed her mother by her big hips and rammed hard ahead with the dildo, driving it up her hole and causing her to throw her head back in pain.
"Look at me," Jill called to her husband as Mark came closer to watch, "I'm a real mother fucker after all."
"A mother ass fucker," he laughed. "Drive it all the way baby and make her big red butt squirm," he urged.
Renewing her grip on the woman's hips, Jill went to work in earnest and did not relax until she had it all the way up her mother's hole so that her belly rubbed the hot cheeks of Helen's arched behind.
"How does it feel, Mother darling?" she taunted. "I'll bet you'd rather have this up your cunt, wouldn't you?"
Holding the big hips firmly, Jill began riding hard, the big dildo reaming the woman's arsehole as her belly spanked Helen's ass much more gently than it had been spanked earlier, yet causing more than enough of a different kind of pain for the woman.
And then, without warning, Jill whipped the dildo out of the woman's butt, hurried to the bed and threw herself down on her back, writhing with lust as she called Mark to come and help her.
Understanding and sharing her lust, he dropped to his knees by the bed, buried his face in her crotch and lapped her until she climaxed with wild groaning and kicking, her hands hurting her breasts as she rubbed them.
When she came out of her orgasm, she smiled and moved farther onto the bed. Mark mounted her, his tool ready in his right hand, then stuffed it into her slippery slit for a first class fucking which they both needed just then.
Sitting on the floor, the other man watched them fuck while he fondled Helen's big butt with one hand and played in her crotch with the other. Helen was still crying, but began to respond to the touch of the man's hands and hoped, as she stared at his throbbing prick, that she would later feel it ramming into her cunt to make her forget all about the pain her daughter had inflicted on her, pain which she admitted to herself was fully deserved.
"Hey," the man called to Jill as she and Mark rested, both having come strongly, "do you mind if I stick this in her? I'd sure love to cheer her up with a good screwing."
"All right. She doesn't really deserve any pleasure," Jill told him, "but you've done your job well and you should receive some reward."
After he removed Helen's gag, the woman looked at him, and fell onto her back on the rug. Her legs opened wide as he came down on her and his hand on her cunt felt a warmth which surprised and delighted him.
When he pushed his tool into the sighing woman, he felt that she was even hotter inside. He came too quickly to do her any good, but told her in a whisper that he had nothing else to do that day and could stick around if she wanted to have some fun and get a better screwing out of it.
After Jill and her husband had dressed, Jill surprised all in the room by going to her mother and kissing her lips.
"I've completely forgiven you for what you did to me," she told the surprised woman, "and I hope you can forgive me for stealing Mark. I'd like us to be friends."
Her eyes wet, Helen embraced her daughter and told of how much she wanted Jill to continue being her friend. As Jill and Mark left the room, Helen and the man went to bed and waved good bye, wishing them happiness in their new life.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Along with three other couples, Jill and her husband launched their honeymoon cruise, sailing east and south through the Gulf of Mexico. Ahead were islands they had visited before, friends who enjoyed their kind of fun and had all the right contacts to find sexual adventures for them.
The crew of Mark's yacht were well trained so that while they looked at the naked revels of the passengers as the craft sailed through warm, sparkling waters, they kept their distance and approached only when called to do so. Such calls came often though as the men were hardly strong enough to keep their women satisfied.
That aspect made it a pleasant cruise for the crew as well as the passengers. They knew that they would reverse the traditional pattern of sailors storming into port cities to get screwed after a long voyage. Instead, they would welcome the rest and the whores wouldn't make a nickle off them.
To Jill's delight, Mark had meant what he said about enjoying watching her make love with other women. It was even more delightful to her when he told her how much fun it was for him to watch a pair of women making love.
On their first evening out of port, the three couples went to the master cabin, all fully dressed and expectant. Jill and Adele, a sophisticated beauty in her mid-thirties, had promised to put on a real show for the others, and all were in the mood for it.
The two women had worked out a script for then-show, and over drinks in the well furnished, spacious cabin, the others were given a hint of what to expect. The plan they had devised was that Jill was to be the innocent girl who, knowing nothing about sex, was to fall under the influence of Adele, a clever lesbian seductress with a penchant for, and great skill at, seducing teenage girls.
Each with a glass in her hand, they sat on a bed and began adlibbing their act. Adele introduced herself to the girl and they drifted into convincing conversation. Adele asked personal questions and Jill answered innocently, telling that she was still a virgin and enjoyed necking with boys but was afraid of getting pregnant and so she never allowed them to take her panties off.
Adele was equally convincing in her role, arousing the girl further with tales of her own sexual exploits, explaining how women were better lovers than men since, generally, they were more gentle and tender than males.
"Besides, dear," Adele said in a low, husky voice, "no matter what you do with a woman, you can't get blown up in the belly."
"But isn't that wrong?" Jill asked, seriously.
Adele assured her there was nothing wrong with the idea of two women making love and that it was, rather, a wonderful thing. As she talked on, her voice lowering a little and becoming even warmer and more seductive, the older woman began stealing little touches of Jill's breasts and thighs through her girlish blouse and skirt.
Under the girlish outfit, Jill wore her most seductive bra, garter belt and panties, instead of the bloomers which she usually wore for Mark. Under the circumstances, she was sure he wouldn't mind the switch.
Working slowly and smoothly, Adele ignored the almost tearful protests of the frightened girl and kept advancing until she was stroking a smooth thigh above the top of one nylon and telling the girl how beautiful and exciting her body and thighs were.
Jill never stopped protesting, yet made no move to get away from the woman, even after Adele pulled the top of her own dress down to show Jill how she looked in her bra. The girl actually blushed as she allowed Adele to guide one of her hands, reluctantly, to one of the cups of her jutting bra.
As the slow, deliberate seduction continued, Adele unbuttoned Jill's blouse and fondled her breasts while talking of their beauty. They continued the act, the older woman undressing both herself and the girl until Adele wore only garter belt and nylons, while Jill retained her sheer blue nylon panties.
"There, there, now darling," Adele said when Jill began to cry as the woman's hands moved to her panties and began to pull them down, "there's nothing to be afraid of, Jill. Just relax and see how enjoyable it can be when I make love to you with my hands and my mouth."
Over the continued protests of the girl, Adele stripped her panties off and tossed them toward the audience where a man caught them and raised them to his nose to inhale deeply of them.
After Adele had given Jill's lush breasts a good sucking and fondling, she induced the girl to return the favor. At first, she had to use a little force to feed one of her breasts into Jill's mouth, but then the trembling girl got fully into the spell and sucked greedily on one while her hand fondled the other.
Jill still protested when the woman forced her thighs open and touched her cunt, but after a little while, she allowed Adele to guide her hand into the woman's crotch.
"Isn't it thrilling to feel a nice warm cunt under your hand?" Adele asked, hotly, and Jill admitted, her voice quavering, that it was and that she enjoyed it.
Gradually, Adele shifted their positions on the bed until they were properly positioned to get into the sixty-nine position.
Just before Jill fitted her face into Adele's warm, wide crotch, she felt the mouth on her burning cunt and managed to continue acting long enough to cry, "No ... no ... nooooooo," then she pressed her face into the waiting crotch and as the four others watched, they sucked each other off with both women coming strongly. When they sat up, smiling, then-faces wet, eyes shining with content, the audience applauded and assured them that it had been a brilliant, sexually thrilling performance.
"Man, I don't know about the rest of you, but those two really set me up to screw the ass of somebody. What the hell are we doing with all these clothes on?"
There was a burst of approval, then Mark called the group to silence by suggesting that his little girl Jill had been very naughty in allowing a lesbian to teach her such a naughty thing.
Jill's eyes went wide with excitement at the thought of sharing their spanking game with the others. Excusing herself, she left the cabin, taking her blouse and skirt, but leaving her bra and panties behind.
While she was away, getting ready for her second big performance of the evening, the others stripped naked and poured drinks for themselves, their bodies trembling with excitement as they waited for Jill to return to provide a second feature with her husband who, like the others, had stripped naked and boasted a strong looking erection.
When Jill walked smiling into the cabin, there was a moment of silence, then a buzz of wild excitement. She wore the black stockings and red garters this time, and, Mark was sure, her white silk bloomers.
"Come here, Jill," he said sternly, silencing the group, "I want to talk to you."
"Yes, Daddy," she said meekly as she walked to the bed, the fingers of her right hand raising the hem of her skirt a little as she scratched her right thigh a little above black silk stocking top.
"What were you doing in the bedroom with that woman who just left?" he demanded firmly. "Don't you know that she is a lesbian who-likes to seduce innocent young girls?"
"I didn't know that when I went there with her, Daddy," Jill answered, impressively, "but I found out later, when it was too late, I guess," she finished lamely.
"What do you mean, Jill?" he pressed on, his expression stern but showing no anger.
Haltingly, Jill went on to tell him how the woman had a certain impressive way about her and had gradually led her a little at a time to the point where, as she put it, "We just had to suck each other's cunts. Was I a bad girl, daddy?" she asked, innocently.
His voice firm, Mark explained to his little girl that, even though the woman had taken advantage of her innocence, she had been guilty of a sin and would have to tell the priest about it when she went to confession. He also informed her that he was going to spank her for having been a bad little girl. They played their usual game in which Jill sobbed and begged her daddy not to spank her, but of course Jill had no chance of escaping her punishment, at least no more than she wanted.
"Pull up your skirt to have your little bloomers pulled down, Jill," he told her and she obeyed, her hands trembling as she pulled the hem of her skirt up to her waist and held it there as Mark reached around her quivering body to pull her bloomers down.
The room was silent as Jill, her bloomers stretched between her legs, bent into position over the man's bare thighs and submitted her lovely bottom for a spanking. Mark spanked efficiently, slapping bright color and warmth into the bouncing cheeks, while Jill gave her usual brilliant performance.
She did it so well that only Mark was able to tell when pretended crying became the real thing. In the course of the spanking, her bloomers tumbled down her kicking legs so that when the spanking was finished and Mark helped her to her feet, she stepped out of them as she stood rubbing her tingling bottom with both hands.
While she did so, Mark unbuttoned her blouse and unfastened the waist of her skirt which fell to her feet. Slipping her blouse off, he quickly removed her bra so that except for the black stockings and red garters, Jill was naked as he laid her on the bed and went down on her, his greedy sucking producing wet sounds. While she was having her cunt lapped, Jill saw one of the other men approach her to fondle and suck her breasts. She greeted him with an eager smile and sighed at the touch of his hands and mouth.
"Oh yes," she told him, "I just adore having my tits and cunt sucked at the same time."
When Jill went off, her cries served as a signal which triggered the audience into action. Mark was pulled away from her crotch by one of the women, while the man who had been working on her breasts lay down beside her, his strong cock pushing between her legs as they kissed, their bodies rubbing hotly with anticipation.
Seeing that the other men were lapping their women first, Jill's man rolled her over and used his mouth and tongue on her hot ass cheeks, then centered his attention on the pink ring deep in the valley between. He soon had Jill squirming just as violently as if she were having her cunt sucked while his tongue reamed her tight arsehole and his fingers played in her crotch.
He persisted with his tongue licking her hole and his finger rubbing her clitoris until she came. Jill was more than pleased with that development since she sensed he was in no mood for a slow, relaxed fuck and would not last long once he got his cock into the hot moisture of her cunt.
A few minutes, the cabin became filled with erotic sounds as the three couples began screwing at almost the same moment. As Jill had predicted, her man gave her a beautiful rough ride, but a short one, then his body was jerking and twitching in her crotch as he pumped his juice deep into her churning belly and collapsed on her, their mingled sweat the only thing between them.
Instead of ending the evening, their glorious gang bang marked the beginning of a party that went on through the night.
At one point, Jill awoke to find the others sleeping. Putting on a coat, she went to the bridge where she knew there would be a man. There was one and he was delighted to see her, especially when she opened her coat to give him a look at what she was offering.
Locking the wheel, he turned and took her in his arms. After a little playing, he pushed his pants and shorts down and had Jill bend from the waist and grip the lower rail so that he could get at her.
"Ooohhh, yes lover," she panted as she wriggled her lush ass, "I just love it dog style. Get on my ass and give me a lovely ride."
He slipped his erection easily into her more than well lubricated slit, then his hands divided their attention between her arched, warm behind and her wildly swaying breasts. The man managed to hold back long enough so that Jill came just before he went off inside her, pulling back on her so that her silken buttocks warmed his jerking belly until he was drained and his limp tool slipped out, a soggy wreck but a happy one. Kissing him on the mouth, Jill went back to the cabin and slept until she woke to find her breasts being sucked and fondled by Adele.
Jill gave the woman a sleepy smile and a kiss, then they moved into action, not at all bothered by the fact that this time they had no audience to appreciate their smooth lesbian style. Each woman was audience enough for the other.
Their day and night revelry went on, both afloat and ashore for more than three weeks and Jill began to wonder about her husband's supposedly weak heart. He operated with the gusto of a satyr and seemed determined to show up the other males with his outstanding performances in both sex and drinking.
During one of their quieter times, they were all on deck sipping drinks and chatting, all naked. They would be docking in a few hours and there was an orgy planned, a spectacular one, even by their standards, with no less than thirty persons on hand, and possibly as many as forty.
While the others sat on the deck or leaned on the rail, Mark held court, sitting atop a locker in which life jackets were stored. A pained expression came over his face as his chest felt hot pain and he found breathing difficult.
Without saying a word, he got to his feet just as the real pain hit. With a groan, he bent and clutched at his chest.
"His heart," Jill gasped as she struggled to her feet.
Before she or anyone else could reach him, Mark was gone, over the side and plunging into the bright blue water which flashed past the yacht.
She screamed and so did others. Within a minute, a crewman was over the side in search of the man, a boat was being lowered as the cry of man overboard alerted the crew to action.
They were a model of efficiency as each man did his appointed task and did it well. Before long, the power launch returned to the yacht with Mark aboard. Before they could break the news to her, Jill knew that Mark was dead.
It meant that her investment had paid off sooner than she had dreamed it would, and yet, she didn't want it, not then. Life with Mark had been good, he was all the things a woman could want in a man and she wanted him alive.
Her crying was so sincere that the others, aware of her pact with Mark, saw at once that it was not an act, that the death of her husband had hit her and hit hard.
The yacht quivered a little as the engines were forced full speed in a race to shore. Jill couldn't understand what the rush was all about since Mark was very dead. For him, the cruise, like life, was over.
The shoreline was already in sight when someone tapped Jill on the shoulder and put a drink in her hand. She looked up to see the others around her, trying to find some way to share her grief.
As she sipped the strong drink, Jill blinked, then stared wide eyed as her mind began working. After a little while she began to talk.
"You all knew Mark, perhaps even better than I," she said. "What do you suppose he would want us to do this evening, if he could tell us."
"I don't suppose, I know," one of the men replied. "He would want us to go to the party as planned and have a hell of a time. Do you think you can do it?"
"Yes," Jill replied softly. "In fact, I know I can."
There were tears in her eyes and she couldn't manage the smile she tried to force, but she knew she would keep her word and go to the party with the others.
She did, and in the welter of naked bodies in the big room, life returned to her so that, while she was very much aware of Mark and wished he could be there with them, Jill threw herself into the spirit of the orgy and had a wonderful time.
Word had spread about what had happened on the yacht just before docking, and there was admiration for the young woman. None were shocked or felt that she was heartless in doing what she did, and all made a point of turning on their brightest smiles when she was around.
She would have received plenty of attention under any circumstances, thanks to the beauty of her body and the wonderful ways in which she enjoyed using and sharing it, but in view of what had happened to her and what she was going through, the others were especially attentive, with the result that before the party ended, around sunrise the next morning, Jill was heard to remark that her cunt was absolutely worn out and would never work again.
Many of the guests stayed on after the party, and it wasn't long before Jill made the discovery that her cunt was working as well as ever.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Mark's lawyer was less than pleasant, even to the extent of observing aloud that Jill hadn't had to wait long to cash in on her investment, but she could put up with it. Under the circumstances, she could put up with a lot.
Helen introduced her to a friend of hers, an operator in the investment field, and he took on the job of finding out just what she owned and deciding what should be done with it.
The preliminary estimate of her estate, after taxes, was in the area of six million dollars, but it closed well above that by the time the full count was in.
Jill and her mother had renewed their old friendship and Jill slipped easily into the old routine, the fact of her wealth not having changed a thing, as she saw it.
There were parties both in the penthouse and elsewhere, and Jill had as many playmates, male and female, as she could handle.
For weeks, Helen and Carter, the man who was handling Jill's financial affairs for her, had been talking about the very special party they were arranging with Jill as guest of honor.
Despite her best efforts though, they would not tell her anything in the way of detail except that it was to be a real spectacular indoor-outdoor orgy at a secret hideaway deep in the woods.
When the day arrived, they packed enough clothes, at Helen's suggestion, for a stay of a couple of weeks. That sounded like an LP party to Jill, but she went along with it.
They flew for more than two hours before the private plane came down on a quiet lake deep in the forest where there was no sign of habitation for miles around.
Jill saw the house near the edge of the lake and wondered how such a magnificent place could have been built in such a remote area.
The staff, two men and two women, came out to meet them and to carry things from the plane. When Jill asked where the guests were, Helen told her that the party wasn't to start until the following day and that they had flown in early to make sure everything was ready.
For a moment, Jill's heart stopped. Once before, she had been tricked and lured to a secluded house for terrible punishment and humiliation. Could she have stepped into the same sort of trap again? she wondered.
If Helen read any of her daughter's thoughts, she gave no indication of it as she chatted merrily about the lodge and the party.
Jill's fears might have been allayed, but she was sure she saw nervousness about Carter and it was enough to tell her that something was wrong, that she should get back on the plane and get back to the safety of the city.
As she opened her mouth to tell her mother she was not feeling well and was going back with the plane to see a doctor, she heard the sound of the engines revving up and ran to the window to see the plane pulling away from the dock.
"There isn't going to be any party, is there?" Jill asked her mother.
"That's right, dear. All those millions of yours were meant to be mine. You're going to live here and Carter and I will take good care of your estate. You will sign the necessary papers to give me control of the estate and we'll all live happily ever after."
"I'd be a fool to sign anything like that."
"No, dear," Helen said as she pressed a button on the wall next to the light switch, "in fact, you'd be a fool not to."
The door opened and one of the male servants walked in carrying a selection of switches. Without a word, he put them down on the table beside Helen.
"Are you going to sign, dear?" the woman asked.
"No."
"I'm glad to hear that, Jill. Strip naked. I'll stop beating you when you sign."
When Jill refused, the servant caught Helen's nod and advanced on the trembling young woman. He handled her like a toy, despite her attempts at fending him off, and soon had her stripped stark naked, her torn clothes scattered around her feet. The servant held her by one wrist while Carter gripped the other, keeping her arms stretched straight out as Helen advanced with a switch.
While Jill screamed in pain and danced as much as she was able, Helen covered her lush body with ugly red stripes until the screaming girl capitulated and promised to sign.
Later, Helen explained to her daughter that she would be able to enjoy a good life at the lodge as long as she chose to be obedient and not try to escape. Each such attempt, the woman told her, would result in severe punishment.
Sensing that it was her only way out, Jill shrugged and told her mother she was prepared to make the best of a bad situation and that she would keep the servants busy in bed to pass the time away.
But even as she said the words, her cunning mind was working on a plan to get one of the servants to defect and get her away from her mother. When that happened, she vowed silently, there would be no more forgiving her mother, and ultimate vengeance would be hers.
