Shirley raised her hem higher and heard a muffled groan from the man, then raised it again and showed him the lower slopes of her lush buttocks, only partially covered by her clinging panties. Showing him the frontal view, she dropped her dress, and unbuttoned her blouse, revealing the well-filled cups of her bra. The man was perspiring as she unhooked her bra. She began to masturbate herself, kneading and pinching her nipples. "Bite my nipples, suck them until I moan with delight," she cooed. His penis was solid hard from her little display and he couldn't contain himself any longer. He reached out and pulled her nipples as far outward as they would go. "My pussy is getting very wet," she murmured. "Would you like to eat my succulent pussy?" she asked. He grabbed her ferociously, plunging three fingers into her love canal.
"No baby, I'm not going to eat you this time, I'm going to stick my big, hard muscle into you. You're going to scream for mercy when I get done with."
CHAPTER I
Shirley tensed a little as she felt his arm come around her from behind; then she told herself it was no time for tension. She wanted the job; knew she lacked the qualifications and if she could get it this way, she would go along with it. After all, she reasoned, she had given up her virginity almost a year before and it had gotten her nothing.
Skilled fingers opened one button of her blouse, then the hand was inside, squeezing the 38-C cup of her plain white bra. His hand worked well, his breath was warm on the back of her neck, and then she forgot she was letting him do it so that she would get the job she wanted. With a low, quavering sigh, she pressed, her ungirdled behind back against him and felt his erection, it felt strong and hard.
"What a beauty you are, Shirley," he whispered into her ear, "It feels so firm. A man could suck on that for hours. Shall we sit on the couch and talk about it?"
"Can I have that secretarial job you promised me?" she asked, huskily.
"Not as my secretary, Shirley, that's out of the question. My god, you're seventeen years old and you flunked secretarial school. I'll give you a job, yes. Well call you a clerical assistant. You'll have a private office with a nice desk and a comfortable couch. Your salary will be that of a good secretary and of course there will be fringe benefits from time to time, generous tips and all that. Is that good enough?"
"Shall we sit down on the couch now?" she asked with a smile.
As they walked to the couch, Shirley trembled with passion. She had been terrifically aroused by this man, who promised to be a skilled lover, and she felt she was on the verge of reaching her goal.
She had been born and brought up in the slums and the goal of her lifetime had been to get away, no matter how. Secretarial school promised her the route she needed to get to where people wore good clothes and dignity, to where well-dressed men and women sipped cocktails in expensive clubs, and didn't swill beer from cans while wearing dirty singlets or slips.
But she flunked her course. She received a certificate, which proclaimed that she was more or less efficient in a few categories. When she went looking for a job, she found that there were many other applicants and that they had a better piece of paper to offer.
Finally, in desperation, she took a job as a messenger in the small advertising agency. Steve Dunn was owner and general manager. The fact that his father had founded and developed the business had helped him achieve that position.
He hired good people to do the work, took their advice and devoted much of his time to pleasure. He wined and dined clients, tried to make every female employee of the agency and scored far more often than he failed.
Steve had spotted Shirley on her second day of employment and his penis stiffened at once. She was bent from the waist, straightening a pile of magazines on a low table in the reception area. Her skirt was a bit shorter than the then style and as she worked, his eyes moved up her shapely legs, over the expanded tops of her nylons and feasted on the smooth, white skin of very firm-looking young thighs.
She turned, quickly, sensing there was someone behind her, and he smiled. Her face was more than just pretty; it was beautiful, with the beauty of girl-woman. When he looked down, he marveled at the way big, firm looking breasts punched bulges into the plain white blouse she wore.
He stopped to chat with her and before long she was telling him of her desire to become a secretary and earn a better income. She told of the ugliness of the area where she lived and how she wanted to get away from it. Before he left her, Steve told her he would think it over and find out what could be done to help her.
Steve put a hand on her upper arm and lightly squeezed firm flesh. When he smiled down into her face, she gave him a return smile which told the experienced seducer that whenever he chose, he could squeeze much more than her and that everything he squeezed would be firm and smooth and very exciting.
But while Steve Buna was a taker where women's bodies were concerned, he was also a giver. He never forced a woman to go to bed with him, never made one feel that her job depended on it. In one way or another, each employee who went to bed with him was rewarded. She was also more than amply rewarded by the fact that he was a skilled and very considerate lover, who felt he had failed in some way if his partner did not experience at least two or three orgasms.
Two days later, Steve sent Shirley out on an errand late in the afternoon. When she returned, the agency was almost deserted. The lock on the door of his private office had been slipped so that when she closed the door behind her, it was securely locked.
In the conversation that followed, she had made it very clear that she would do anything to get a job as his private secretary. There was no way Steve was going to pay such a price to take the girl to bed. His secretary was his right arm. She knew the business better than him and it was largely because of her that he was able to function as efficiently as he did. She was a mature, moderately attractive spinster in her early forties. He knew nothing about her sex life because he valued her too highly as a secretary to risk spoiling things by trying to take her to bed. There were times when he suspected she was a Lesbian, but he didn't allow that to concern him.
"What the hell," he had once said to an account exec who had voiced that thought aloud, "so she swings with chicks, so do I. How could I knock her for doing it?"
But his secretary was forgotten as he sat on the couch and Shirley moved eagerly into his arms.
"You don't seem very afraid of me," he told her. "I like that."
"I'm not a virgin, Mister Dunn," she told him, "but I haven't done much either. Only a few times. If I'm not very good at it, I'll learn. I suspect you can be a very good teacher."
"Baby, you're too good to be true," he told her; then his arms were strong around her as they kissed. "I am a very good teacher and you are the most beautiful student I've ever seen. I can tell you're going to be a brilliant one, too," he told her, when the kiss ended and both, of them were breathing hard.
Her blouse was still open and he could see a bit of the fully packed cup, but his hand went to the hem of her dress instead and caressed a nylon-sheathed thigh. As he did, she sighed her approval.
"Ooh, you're good, Mister Dunn, you don't clutch at a girl and hurt her. Your hands are so gentle. Should I pretend to be shy and coy? It would only be an act."
"Why would you do a silly thing like that? You're a beautiful young woman and I'm a normal, healthy man, and please, at a time like this, call me Steve or darling or anything you like. It would be silly for us to be so formal when we're going to be making love in a little while," he said as his hand moved off the top of her nylon and slid along a firm inner thigh that was smoother than silk.
"Are we going to make love?" she asked in a warm tone.
"Call it making love, call it fucking, call it what you like, but you've made my cock so stiff and hungry for you. I'll love you with my hands and my mouth and then I'll slowly slip my throbbing cock into your tender little slit and make slow, exciting love to you. It's going to be great, for both of us."
"I like the way you say love, Steve. I'll dream that you really mean it."
"I will mean it, darling. When I'm making love to a beautiful woman, I love her as much as any man can. At this moment, I love you, I adore you. Tomorrow it may be somebody else. I may love you madly next Tuesday afternoon. In between, I'll like you and remember you warmly."
"My god, I never heard of a man like you. You sound so honest."
"I am honest, Shirley. I know what life is all about and I don't try to change it. All I do is take as much of the best of it as I can and not cry when I have to hold the dirty end of the stick. Now don't talk for a minute. Feel my hand on your lovely thigh, it's almost to your crotch. In a second, it will press on your panties. I'm sure they'll be very warm where they snuggle against your sweet little cunt. Ready, here it comes."
His hand touched all along her crotch, lightly at first, then it pressed firmly and rubbed slowly. Shirley groaned deeply and her body trembled. It had never been so good with the young men she had gone to bed with. They had been in a hurry to strip her, feel her up for a couple of minutes, then it was wham bam, game over. She'd heard that women had orgasms during intercourse, but to her it was only a rumor. The only climaxes she had ever experienced came when she fingered her clit. From what other girls told her, she knew she wasn't the only one.
"Oh, Steve," she groaned, "you're so good. My god, I think you're going to make me come. I've never come with a man."
"Oh, my god, Shirley," he said, earnestly, as his hand, continued to fondle the crotch of her panties, "I think that's terrible. Yes, dear, I'm going to make you come, many times. Any man who would fuck anything so beautiful and deprive her of a come should have his cock cut off and fed to the pigs. You're going to come so often, darling, that you'll think you've died and gone to heaven. I'm not boasting, baby, I'm just telling you how it's going to be. Get up now and I'll help you out of your blouse and skirt. I want to see how you look in bra and panties. I think it's going to be a sight I'll never forget."
She stood, trembling, as he unbuttoned her blouse, pulling it open. He gasped at the sight of her swelling breasts. They threatened to explode the bra that was barely able to confine them.
"My god, Shirley, what's your bra size?" Steve asked, her with the question.
"Thirty-eight-C. I think I'll have to move up to forty pretty soon. They keep growing."
"Keep them growing, darling. My hands and my mouth will be your bra cups in a little while. I'll take your skirt off now," he told her as he opened it at the side, paused, then slowly pulled it down until it fell at her shapely ankles.
Sheer, white nylon panties caressed her slightly rounded tummy and excitingly rounded buttocks. Through them, he saw her white garter belt. He saw also a bushy, very neat triangle of pubic hair. There was no sign of any other hair except for that small triangle not more than four inches wide at the top, tapering almost to a point as it curved down to her crotch.
"I see it, but I don't believe it," Steve gasped, stepping a little farther back. "No woman can be that beautiful."
He stared at her for a minute, then had her step out of her skirt and turn her back to him. It was flawless, like everything about her. After that, he had her bend from the waist, her behind widening excitingly, further stretching the plain white panties, which were anything but plain the way she filled them.
"All right, darling, sit on the couch now and relax while I slip into something more comfortable."
What he slipped into was nudity and he wore it well. She had seen only four naked males before and none of them could begin to compare with him. Though at thirty-six he was roughly twice as old as they had been, his body was far more magnificent, better fleshed and muscled, sleek and graceful looking.
"You're beautiful," she said with a warm sigh. "I never knew a man could be beautiful."
"You say nice things too, darling," he told her as he helped her to her feet and took her into his arms. "Let's get two beautiful people very close together."
While they kissed and his strong penis throbbed against her belly, his hands fondled her back lovingly. They rubbed from her shoulders to the smooth bottom slopes of her buttocks, where they curved roundly to meet luscious thighs. When the kiss ended, he eased her down onto the armless, backless couch, which he referred to as his work bench.
Many kisses later, Steve took her bra off and gasped aloud at the realization that she didn't need a bra at all. Her breasts, he discovered as he hefted them with a loving touch, were as firm as her magnificent buttocks.
"Ooh, Steve," she sighed, "your hands feel so good on my boobies. Look how you make my nipples come to life. Oh god, you're good ... soooo good. Keep doing it, please."
"I'm going to have to stop doing it soon, baby," he told her. "I'm going to stuff as much of those beautiful tits into my mouth as I can and I'm going to suck them like they've never been sucked before. Do you like having those beautiful big tits sucked?"
"I'm going to enjoy it when you do it," Shirley told him. "Oh my god, how I'm going to enjoy it."
He stopped talking then as he fed one luscious breast into his mouth. Shirley let a little cry escape her as he held her warmly, while his mouth paid silent, erotic tribute to her luscious beauty.
Steve had seen, felt and sucked more breasts than he could count, but never had he seen breasts which could begin to rival the beauty of Shirley's. Alternating from one to the other, he went on sucking greedily until his -jaws ached and her nipples felt raw. When he finally stopped sucking, she rubbed her hands over her breasts as though to confirm that they were still there and that he hadn't sucked her nipples off and swallowed them.
"Oh, Steve, I never knew it could be like that."
"That was just the beginning, darling," Steve told her. "Lie across the couch now, there, that's just right. Now lift those beautiful legs right up and over you ... oh Jesus yes ... that's it ... now open, nice and wide ... there ... oh Jesus ... Jesus how sweet. What a beautiful, beautiful crotch. Do you know what I'm going to do now, Shirley?"
"N-no ... what?" she panted. "I don't care what it is, I'll love it."
"I'm going to suck your luscious cunt, darling," he told her, "But first I'm going to do it through your panties. That nylon is snugged right against your sweet little cunt and that's what I'm going to suck. I'll have a feast of nylon filtered cunt; then I'll take your panties off and suck it again, right from the source with my tongue licking in your tight little slit. How does it sound, darling?"
Shirley tried to answer him, but the only thing she could manage was a series of little broken cries. They were enough though, since Steve understood the language even better than she did.
Holding her thighs firmly, yet gently, he filled his mouth with saliva, then lowered it into her crotch, opened it and allowed the moisture to flow over the crotch of her panties. She groaned as the saliva wet her panty crotch thoroughly; then he held her more tightly, pulling her crotch onto his face like a warm garment, and began sucking.
It was the first time Shirley had ever felt the thrill of a face in her crotch and she thought that the thrill was going to be too great to tolerate, that her heart or perhaps her whole body would explode and she would die the happiest of all deaths.
But she didn't die. Instead, she lived as she had never lived before as the ardent lover sucked her crotch through her sheer nylon panties while she writhed and squirmed, her hands pounding the couch in balled fists.
Her clitoris hardened and elongated until his tongue was able to make contact with it through the clinging nylon and she felt a magnificent tension take control of her body, hold her there for agonizing seconds, then explode in an orgasm that, she was sure, established new Olympic and world records. While she rocked and plunged through it, his arms wrapped tightly around her and his face stayed buried in her hot, wet crotch.
There were no sounds except her cries and groans while the rockets kept exploding in her belly; then he eased her behind gently down onto the couch again as the storm passed and he smiled at her, his face shining with moisture.
"Yes, darling, you are going to come," he told her, grinning, not with pride but with pleasure, the pleasure he always experienced when a woman achieved orgasm and he was able to feel it racing through his body as it raced through hers.
"Oohhhhh, Steve, my darling, my wonderful man," she said, groaning, "that wasn't just a come. I think the whole world exploded in my crotch and my belly. How could you make me do that with my panties still on?"
"Speaking of your panties, darling," he told her, "I'm afraid you've wet them. I'd better take them off for you before you catch a cold in your hot little cunt. There now, lift your beautiful ass, that's it, there, we'll just slip them off like this. Ah yes, you have such a lovely little cunt, my darling. I'm going to suck it again, this time without the filter. Let me feel it a little. Yes, I think it has a little fever, darling, Doctor Steve will suck all that fever out for you."
He tossed her panties away and licked his lips in anticipation of a return visit to her steaming hot crotch.
"What a lovely little cunt you have, my dealing," he said, his voice as gentle as the hand which stroked her vulva with a feather touch. "In spite of all you may have read on the subject, most cunts are not beautiful at all. They are pleasant to suck and to fuck, but they're not beautiful. There are a few exceptions and you are one of them, Shirley. Your cunt should be painted by the world's greatest artists, but since that can't be, not right now at least, I'll paint a portrait of it with my tongue, I'll suck the beauty of it into my mouth and drink the beautiful juice of it into my soul. Get ready for it, Shirley, the first sucking I gave you was just to prepare both of us for the real thing. Here it comes now, my beautiful one, get ready for it, let yourself drift and float on warm, pink clouds, here comes my mouth to eat you and my tongue to fuck you."
Shirley groaned again, then emitted a banshee wail as his mouth came into her crotch again, this time with no panties in the way as he sucked the soft, pink lips into his mouth and chewed them delicately, then sent his tongue up her slit and began lapping in her hot, juicy depths, sending her on another journey into the heights of ecstasy.
Orgasm came once again and it was as delightfully strong as the first. He held her warmly until she stopped shuddering and sighed contentedly.
"Ready for some good old-fashioned fucking now, Shirley?" Steve asked as he stood, his erect penis in his right hand, a smile lighting his face.
"Oh god, yes. After two big comes like that, I'm ready for anything,"
Shirley bent her legs back over her body and parted them wide in invitation to her crotch. As Steve stared, his hand moved back and forth along his organ, as though priming it.
"Put your legs down and relax, dear," he told her, "I want you to be comfortable while we fuck. After all, I'm going to be very comfortable lying on your beautiful young body with my throbbing prick buried in your lovely hot cunt."
Steve lowered himself onto her, gently, probing the wet crotch excitingly with his rampant penis. Then he gave a little groan of satisfaction as he pushed the head in and stretched her tender young slit.
"You are tight, darling," he said as he slipped it in a little farther. "I love the way your tight little cunt stretches for me. Does it feel good for you, too?"
"Oh yes. You give it to me so slowly. It never felt so good before. You make me want to scream for more."
"You won't have to scream, dear. I'm going to give you all I've got and it should be more than enough for such, a tiny little cunt."
Continuing to feed his organ to her a little at a time, he grunted as he rubbed in her crotch, letting her know that she had it all. His penis throbbed inside her like a live thing, live and very thrilling.
"Is that enough for you?" he asked.
"Oh yes," Shirley groaned, "I can feel the head of it right between my boobies."
"That's nice, dear. Now you're going to feel it moving, working slowly in and out of your delicious little cunt."
Before he began stroking, he moved his left leg over her right so that it was embracing her as his arms embraced her.
"Ooh, Steve," she groaned, "that feels so nice, like you're embracing me all over. Can you really fuck me in this position?"
"Let's find out, darling," he whispered; and then his big organ was stroking slowly, as he had promised. She sighed deeply as her body told her she was going to climax again, that for the first time in her young life, she was going to experience an orgasm while a penis was stroking in her vagina.
As the man continued his slow ride, she became more and more confident it would happen, and then she cried out the joyous news that she was on the verge. Steve gave her a few more strokes, heard and felt her erotic explosion, then stopped stroking and held her, his big penis rammed fully into her.
It proved to be the biggest and best of her three orgasms and seemed to last forever. When forever ended, Steve resumed stroking, this time working faster, his strong body pounding in her crotch. Other men had been rough and Shirley had not enjoyed it, but this time it was delightful and she wanted him to pound even harder as he crushed her into the couch.
And then he was grunting and she felt him twitching and jerking in her crotch as he pumped warm semen into her until she thought her belly would explode.
Later, dressed and ready to leave the office, the man stopped her, pulled her skirt above her waist and told her to hold it there. Taking her panties down, he gave her a half dozen brisk spanks which brought a warm, pink flush to her luscious nether cheeks.
He bent, kissed both cheeks, then pulled her panties up.
"What was that for?" she asked. "Did I do something wrong?"
"That was because I enjoy spanking dear. Another time you'll lie across my lap and I'll give you a real spanking that will make your pretty ass-cheeks red and hot, will make them tingle for a long time."
"Won't that hurt?" Shirley asked.
"In time, dear," he told her as he fondled her panty clad bottom, "you'll discover the ecstasy of happy tears. I know many women who understand that. You may not believe it now, but I'm sure that after you've learned, you'll come to me and beg me to take you over my lap and give you a nice, hard spanking on your bare ass."
"It sure sounds crazy to me, Steve," she told him with a little sigh, "but if you say it's so, then I believe it. Hey, now that you mention it, there is a nice little tingle in my ass. I think I'm beginning to understand already."
Steve smiled as she dropped her skirt; then they left the office and he drove her home. She was ashamed that he saw the place where she lived and vowed, that she would not live there much longer.
CHAPTER II
Shirley's private office adjoined Steve's. There was a connecting door and another door which led into the reception area of the executive suite where, his secretary had her desk.
Shirley was prepared to have the woman, Betty, resent her intrusion onto the scene and was more than a little surprised when she was greeted instead with a smile.
Her office contained books and magazines which Steve had selected himself, and he told her that most of her work would consist of reading. It was not the sort of reading material she would have chosen, but she sensed that it was intended to improve her mind and so she read constantly, in time finding the books exciting, telling herself she was learning more from them than she had ever learned in school.
From time to time, Steve would drop in to visit. Sometimes they only talked, discussing something she had read and it pleased her that she could discuss issues with the sophisticated man.
At other times, Steve would spend a few minutes playing with her, fondling her breasts and thighs. When arousal mounted to the point where playing was not enough, they would go to the couch and she would strip for him. If he had time enough, Steve would strip naked too. He always sucked her until she climaxed at least once, and then he would guide his thrillingly big penis into her.
With other men, sexual intercourse hadn't been any great thrill, but with Steve, it was always magnificent and she could never get enough of it. Each time he came into her office, she hoped they would go to the couch, but she never asked for it, sensing it would be the wrong thing to do.
When Steve discovered how desperately she wanted to escape from the slums, he dropped into her office early one morning and gave her two keys, "What are they, for?" she asked.
"Your apartment," he told her, casually.
Impulsively, she threw her arms around him and kissed him passionately on the mouth. She trembled with excitement as she left the office with him to go see her apartment.
It was a new building, less than three blocks from the agency. The building was cylindrical in shape, and as he showed it to her, he explained that each floor consisted of just one apartment so that she would have complete privacy.
"Oh, Steve," she sighed, "what lovely luxury."
"Privacy is more than a luxury, my dear," he told her, "it's really an essential. Suppose I want to let your panties fall sometime and give your lovely bottom a good spanking. We wouldn't want to disturb anyone."
Taking the keys from her, he unlocked the door to the furnished apartment and waved her in. It was more, much more than she had dreamed it would be. There was a thick, wall to wall carpet on the floor, soft enough, she thought, to make love on. Furnishings were all of excellent quality and showed such good taste that even she, with her slum background, could recognize that.
They completed an exciting tour of the two bedroom apartment and went out onto the balcony to enjoy the view from the fourteenth floor.
"Steve," she said impulsively, "this is the most exciting thing that ever happened to me. Let me do something to thank you, to begin to thank you, I should say."
"What would you like to do, dear?" he asked.
"You've mentioned how you enjoy spanking pretty bottoms. Well, I think I have a nice one. If you like, take my panties down, take all my clothes off and spank me. I mean really spank me, as hard as you like, no matter how much it hurts and makes me cry. I want to do something to really please you. After you spank me, I'll suck your cock if you'd like that. I've never done it before, but you could show me how. I understand men love to have their cocks sucked. Do you?"
She saw his eyes go wet; then he took her in his arms and they kissed passionately. During the embrace, his right hand rubbed and squeezed her buttocks, pulling her against the form of his erect penis, making her hope that he would, take her to bed and do anything he wanted.
"You know something, Shirley?" he said as the kiss ended, "I was going to spank you this morning anyway. I'm so glad you offered it. That was a lovely gift."
They went into her bedroom and he stripped naked, his rampant penis twitching with anticipation as he dropped his briefs.
"What do you want me to do, Steve? Shall I strip naked? I love stripping for you."
"Thank you, dear, but not this time. All I want you to do is tell yourself that spanking can, be fun and that you are going to try to enjoy it."
"Oh yes, Steve, I'll do it. I'll make myself enjoy it. I'll know you're enjoying spanking my ass and making my cheeks all hot and red and everything. It will get me horny just thinking of how much you're enjoying it. It really will, darling."
"Come, dear," he said gently as he took her by the hand and led her to an armless chair on the other side of the room. He could tell by the way she walked that she was nervous, that her knees were weak, yet she was smiling and her eyes were shining with wild, excitement.
Sitting with his knees wide apart, Steve told her to kneel. She did and he opened the top of her dress, pushed it down to her waists then unhooked her bra and took it off.
While he gave his naughty girl a pretend scolding, he fondled her lovely breasts, erecting her nipples as she squirmed with arousal. She responded well as he scolded her, and even managed to sob when he told her to stand and prepare to be spanked.
On command, she caught the hem of her dress and pulled it up to her waist. While she stood, sobbing and trembling, he scolded her some more, reminding her of the offense for which she was to be spanked, while he fondled her panty clad buttocks with both hands.
"I'm going to take your little panties down now, Shirley," he told her in a firm tone. "I want your bottom to be completely bare for the spanking I'm going to give it."
"Yes, Uncle Steve," she sobbed. "I know you like to take my panties down. I'll take my spanking like a good little girl."
Shirley trembled as he peeled the clinging nylon panties down below her buttocks; but he didn't take them right off. His hands went back to her buttocks, turning her around and playing with the firm, silken globes while he lectured her on her conduct and told her of the spanking she was going to get.
"Your asscheeks are so smooth and so white now, dear," he told her as he rubbed them lovingly. "I'm going to spank them hard, though, and slap bright, red roses into them. I'm glad you were naughty, because your Uncle Steve loves to spank your pretty ass hard and make you cry. Are you going to submit your nice smooth bottom and take your spanking like a good girl?"
"Yes, Uncle Steve. I'll do it because I love you and I know how much you enjoy spanking my bottom. I guess it's going to make me cry a lot though. I know it will sting."
"Yes, dear, it's going to sting like fire and make you cry a lot. Come now, turn that beautiful bare ass up over my lap. Try not to rub on my rod too much or I'll go off and shoot cream all over your belly. We wouldn't want to do that, would we, dear?"
"Oh no, Uncle Steve, I'll be careful. I like to see your cock big and hard like it is now."
"That's nice, dear. It will stay hard while I'm spanking your ass. After I've finished, if you've been a good girl and taken, your spanking well, I'll lap your sweet little cunt, then I'll stick my big cock in it and give you a nice fucking."
"Oh yes, Uncle Steve. I just love the way you suck my cunt and fuck me with that lovely big prick. Sometimes I'm naughty on purpose so you'll find out and spank me and suck me and fuck me."
The way she caught onto the game delighted Steve and caused him to tremble as she lay across his thighs, her dress in a roll around her waist. He had positioned the chair so that he could see their reflection in a mirror. He trembled more violently as he looked from her upturned buttocks to the reflection of them and also saw her lush breasts, dangling pendulously.
A black garter belt and suspenders framed her spanking area excitingly and the dark, sheer nylons contrasted with her flawless, white thighs. Lecturing her again, he fondled both buttocks and tested the depth of her smooth crack; then he raised his right hand and gave her the first spank.
It stung and caused a little cry to break from her throat; then he slapped the other cheek and drew another cry from her. After that, he settled down to a steady spanking rhythm, his hand slapping from cheek to luscious cheek, while his victim squirmed over his lap and cried excitingly.
Each slap rang excitingly through the room and it was not long before both cheeks glowed a warm, uniform pink. But still he didn't stop. The feel and color of her nether cheeks were wildly stimulating as was the sound of her crying and the sight of her lovely legs kicking.
"Ah yes, my dear," he said when he went on slapping from cheek to cheek, his hand savoring the feel of heated silk, "your pretty asscheeks are a lovely shade of pink, but I'm going to make them a prettier shade of red. Yes, like this ... and this ... and this ... Yes ... yes ..."
Steve didn't really want to stop spanking her, but forced himself to do so since it was her first and he was determined to train her to enjoy it for future pleasure.
Pausing to admire and fondle her glowing, hot cheeks, Steve kept her on his lap for a little while, then took her to the bed where he played some more on the beautifully rounded buttocks before he turned her over, pressed his face into the warmth of her crotch and brought different cries from her as he began to suck and lick her hot little slit, his hands lovingly rubbing as he held her, while his mouth and tongue drove her wild. When climax struck, Shirley shrieked loudly and her tingling behind jerked up off the bed. Steve held her that way, his face pressed to her smooth tummy, his arms wrapped tightly around her.
He turned her, while her orgasm was still in progress and she lay atop his face, her pubic foliage rubbing his face excitingly, her hips jerking with the motion of a man in sexual intercourse.
As the spasms stopped, Steve had her kneel on the bed on her hands and knees. Again he turned to admire the picture it presented in the mirror; then he told her to look.
She had difficulty seeing through her wet eyes, but when she found focus, she gave a little squeal of delight.
"What are you going to do?" she panted. "Are you going to spank my bottom again?"
"Yes, baby, I am, but in a quite different way, this time. I'm going to give your lovely hot behind a belly spanking. Do you know what that is, Shirley?"
"Oh no," she gasped, "but I know I'm going to like it. I like everything you do to me."
"Even when I spank your bare ass and make you cry?"
"Oh yes, yes. Do it again if you like. My bottom is still tingling, but spank it again, if you want to."
"Thank you, baby, but just a nice little belly spanking will do. This is how we start giving such a spanking," he said, and she felt his penis in her crotch.
Shirley had never engaged in intercourse in that position and it both surprised and delighted her as she felt the big organ stretching her slit. Shirley kept sighing as the man worked the full length of it into her. In that position, she discovered, he seemed to get better penetration, getting farther into her than he had in their previous intercourse.
When he was all the way in, Steve pulled her tingling buttocks tightly against him, his organ throbbing in her as he savored the silken heat of her nether cheeks on his skin and she added to the thrill by squirming a little, her breasts swaying under her.
"Is this a belly spanking?" she asked.
"It isn't yet, but it's very soon going to be," he told her, then drew his penis partially out, pushed it back in, then began stroking in earnest. Shirley found out what a belly spanking was then as he rode her, his hard belly smacking her tingling buttocks each time he rammed into her.
"Oh, Steve," she panted, "it's good ... so good ... yes, lover, give it to me. Oh my god, my ass feels so good, it's still tingling ... now my cunt feels all tingly, too. Yes, Steve, yes, spank my ass with your belly ... give it to me ... fuck me ... spank me ... Oh Jesus, I'm going crazy."
And then she did appear to be going crazy as her orgasm exploded in her loins and belly and spread through her entire being like erotic lava, not with the heat of lava, but with a delicious, all consuming warmth.
Steve stopped stroking while she climaxed, but he returned to action soon after and completed his ride, pulling her hot, tingling buttocks tightly against him when he began pumping semen into her churning depths.
They rested on the bed for a while; then he told her it was time to return to the agency. Getting up, they chatted and dressed; then when they were about to leave, Shirley stopped him with an impulsive gesture.
"You can spare another couple of minutes, can't you, Steve?" she asked.
"Sure, what do you have in mind?"
"My ass. Most of the tingle is gone now. Please take my panties down and freshen it up for me so I'll be able to feel it while we walk back to the office."
"Do you really want that, dear?"
"More than anything, Steve," she said as she held the hem of her dress above her hips. Steve eagerly took her panties down, bent her under his left arm and gave her a brisk spanking, which quickly brought the heat and color back to the lovely buttocks of the girl.
She sighed all the way back to the office, telling him how exciting it was to walk in public with her warm behind tingling from being spanked.
CHAPTER III
Steve had warned Shirley that from time to time, he would introduce her to a special client and invite her to be nice to him.
The first time he mentioned it, she balked and had to fight to hold her tears back. He allowed her a couple of minutes to get herself under control; then he spoke in a gentle tone.
"Face it, Shirley," he told her. "You got this job and all the fringe benefits because of your beauty. You know I can't settle for one woman, I need variety. I guess you are my most special one, the one to whom I always come back, but your essential service around the agency is a sexual one. Think about it and it won't be such a surprise to you."
"I ... I'm sorry, Steve. I guess I let my dreams carry me away. It's okay now. Tell me more about it."
"That's better, dear. I have business friends who are married to tired, boring women. Once in a while, they like a change. They like to date a beautiful young woman, take her to dinner, dance perhaps, always in the best places, then, if they like the girl, it seems a shame to let the evening end there. They go to his hotel room or to her apartment. They enjoy each other's company. Often, the man will want to show his appreciation, so he may leave a little tip under the pillow. He isn't paying her for her body, just giving her a little gift to help her buy that special dress she wants. That sort of thing. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Steve. When it happens, I'll close my eyes and pretend it's you making love to me instead of some stranger poking his cock up my cunt and fucking me."
"Play it any way you like, dear. I'm sure your performance will be beautiful. Keep in mind, also, that each time you date some man I send to you, you're helping me."
Shirley guessed that her first assignment would come soon. Her guess was confirmed two days later. Early in the afternoon, Steve brought a man into her office and introduced him as Clint. He was a middle-aged man, well dressed, personable and had a nice smile.
"Shirley, dear," Steve told her, "I have some things to get organized for Clint. It will take me about half an hour. Please see that he isn't bored while he waits."
With a smile, Shirley assured him she would be careful to ensure that he was not bored; then Steve left them, the door locking behind him to give them complete privacy.
Smiling, Shirley went to the couch and sat, her legs crossing slowly to show him how she expanded the tops of her nylons. His eyes feasted boldly on them; then he came to sit beside her.
"Are you going to let me take you to dinner this evening?" he asked.
"I'd be delighted, if you want to."
"I do want to, dear, very much. You're so young and beautiful, you make me tremble. Do you mind?" he asked as he put a hand on her right leg, a little above the knee, and pressed lightly.
"Steve says you're a special friend, Clint, so of course I don't mind. Besides, you have a nice hand. It feels nice on my thigh."
"Does it still feel nice, dear?" he asked as he moved it higher, caressed the top of her nylon, then pushed up to fondle bare thigh.
"To tell the truth, it feels even nicer there."
"My god, you're so beautiful. I'll want to touch you in many places. Are you going to be upset when I do that?"
"As I told you, Clint. Steve says you're special. That means you're special to me, too. I'm going to find it very easy to like you. I won't have to pretend anything at all."
"Christ, you're great. Are you really only seventeen, Shirley?"
"Yes, I'll be eighteen in a couple of months. I guess I've learned a lot from Steve."
"Tell me, dear, when I come to this city other times, will you date me?"
"I'll be pleased to, if Steve says it's all right."
"I take it you really go for Steve. Anything he says is right for you, is that it?"
"That's it. I respect and admire and I guess I worship him. I can never have him all to myself, but I can have him sometimes and anything I can do to help him, I do without asking questions. If he asked me to walk off the roof of this building, I'd do it with a smile. Steve is more than just a boss or a part-time lover, he's a great man, everything a man should be."
"I have a feeling you're talking from the heart, Shirley. You make him sound like the right man for me to do business with."
"I don't pretend to know anything about business, Clint. Steve doesn't expect me to sell you anything, but he's honest and honorable and I guess you can't do much better than that in business."
The man only smiled in reply, but Shirley sensed that she had done well, that she had helped Steve and that he would appreciate it. She vowed silently that she would please Clint in every way, no matter what he expected of her.
The previous afternoon, she had taken Steve's big penis in her mouth and learned how to suck it. It had been a thrilling experience, especially when his semen was spurting into her mouth and she was drinking it, lining her throat with the rich fluid. If Clint wanted her to do the same for him, she would do it with a smile, she decided.
"I don't know what you're thinking and I won't ask," he said with a little grin, "but what I'm thinking is how beautiful you'd look lying naked on that couch."
"It seems a shame to rash things, but I'll be glad to do it if that's what you want."
"Thanks, dear, but no. Steve will be ready in a few minutes. When I have you naked, I don't want to rush. Suppose you give me a little preview of your charms."
With a smile, she got up and twirled so that her foil skirt swirled high over her thighs. She wore no slip, so he had a brief, dazzling view of her nylon tops and thighs.
Shirley stopped with her back turned to him, caught the hem of her dress with both hands and began to raise it, with teasing slowness. Her thighs were magnificent and tumbling with excitement as she unveiled them a little at a time.
As she paused with the hem of her dress above the expanded tops of her nylons, she thought she could hear his heart pounding, then realized it was her own. What she was doing was because Steve asked her to. Suddenly, she was caught up in wild excitement.
She was only a girl of seventeen, with little education and not that much intelligence, yet her beauty gave her complete control over this man of business.
Shirley raised her hem higher and heard a muffled groan from the man, then raised it again and showed him the lower slopes of her lush buttocks, only partially covered by her clinging panties. She gave him that view for a few seconds, then pulled the hem until there was a band of bare skin visible above her sheer, white nylon panties. She wriggled her bottom a little to give him an additional treat.
After a brief pause, she turned around, showed him the frontal view, then held her dress up with one hand, rubbing the other gently and slowly over her mons veneris.
"Steve says my little pussy is very pretty and very tight. When the time comes, I'll make it as tight for you as I can. I'll make you stretch me."
He was perspiring as he stared at her; then she saw his eyes move upward toward the jutting front of her blouse.
Dropping her dress, she unbuttoned the plain white blouse, then pulled it open to display the well-filled cups of her white bra, which was anything but plain.
Removing the blouse and dropping it onto a chair, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She took off one cup at a time, then stood while he stared at her lush breasts in disbelief.
"Jesus Christ," he groaned. "I see them but I don't believe them. There can't be a pair of breasts like that in the whole world."
Smiling, she moved to him, her breasts bobbing as she walked.
"They say seeing is believing, Clint," she told him as she came to a stop close to him, "but perhaps feeling is better. Go ahead, if you want to."
His hands trembled as they came up to claim her firm, boldly jutting breasts. He held them with, reverence, rubbing gently as though afraid of damaging such precious beauty.
Bending, he kissed both nipples, then took more of a breast into his mouth and sucked, his touch still gentle.
Her phone rang, softly, and he stepped back to allow her to answer it. As she did, Shirley saw him making an adjustment to the front of his pants and trembled as she thought of how hard his penis must be as a result of her beauty and the excitement of her.
Steve asked to speak to Clint and she handed him the phone. He talked into it for a minute, then put it down and turned to bathe her in a dazzling smile.
"I have to go talk damn business now, Shirley. May we change our plan about dinner? If it's all right with Steve, I'll come back here as early in the afternoon as I can and take you away from here."
"That will be wonderful, Clint. I started out doing a job to please Steve. I got myself all worked up now. I can feel fires burning inside the crotch of my little panties. I'll be good, Clint, oh my god, I'll be very, very good."
Moving past him, she opened the connecting door to Steve's private office and ushered him in, her bare breasts swaying, telling Steve she had done her job and done it to the best of her ability. His look of surprise turned into a wide, beaming smile; then she closed the door and picked up her bra.
As she re-dressed, Shirley hoped Clint would come back for her very soon. The fires kept burning in her panties.
CHAPTER IV
Ten minutes later, Steve opened the connecting door, ran to Shirley and took her in his arms, crushing her so tightly that he hurt her.
"Do I take it you're satisfied with the way I entertained Clint?" she asked, delighted.
"Satisfied? Clint's firm represents an account of more or less a million dollars a year in billing. I had hoped to spend an hour or so working on him to let us make a presentation. Two minutes after he left you, he was telling me to make a presentation and that it would be accepted. Do you know what that means in terms of business?"
"No, but a million dollars does have a nice ring to it."
"It means that with that account, and a couple more we may pick up, we are no longer rated as a small agency. We move up to the medium range and in this business, darling, that's the big leagues."
"I'm glad for you, Steve."
"Glad? I'm rapturous. It had to be more than your beautiful body. You told him something. What was it?"
"Oh, I don't know. Something about your being a nice guy or something like that. Anyway, it must have been a lie. If you really were a nice guy, you'd take me on your lap and give me a spanking."
"Do you mean that, Shirley?"
"About the spanking? Yes. Oh Jesus, yes."
Steve pushed the door closed and went to her. As he did, Shirley pulled the hem of her dress above her waist. She writhed so hotly that he had to make three grabs before he was able to catch the waistband of her panties and jerk them down her thighs. She was moaning as he sat and pulled her over his lap, her lush behind squirming.
"Christ, baby, I've never seen you so hot. I'll give you a nice hot ass to match your smoking cunt," he panted; then his right hand rose and fell, slapping hard. He drew a different cry from her as his hand held the spanked cheek, squeezing hard.
"You really ... " SPANK " ... want it, baby ..." SPANK " ... and I'm really going ... " SPANK " ... to give it ... " SPANK " ... to you," he promised as he went on spanking. While she squirmed and cried on his lap, Steve gave her what he estimated to be twenty-five brisk spanks on each cheek, leaving her lovely mounds red as roses and hot to the touch.
She had asked only for a spanking, but as he laid her on the couch and watched her squirming, he knew she needed more. Stripping her panties off her legs, Steve raised, parted and held her legs, then pressed his warm mouth to her warmer vulva and began lapping. He lapped for what he thought was no more than a minute; then she was jerking and bouncing in orgasm.
She recovered with a deep sigh, felt the front of his pants and found his penis hard and throbbing. Her fingers were completely under control as she opened his fly, took the stiff organ out and put the head into her mouth. Shirley sucked as excitingly as she had ever done and it was not long before she was drinking and sighing while he pumped spurt after spurt of semen into her greedily sucking mouth.
When Clint arrived at the office to pick her up, there was still a little heat and a trace of tingle in her buttocks, just enough to have her in the mood for anything and everything the man could possibly desire. Minutes after she arrived, they were on the way to her apartment, both trembling with arousal and anticipation.
"Christ," he whispered as they walked along the uncrowded sidewalk, "I've got such a hard-on already."
"Then I know how you feel," she said, then raised her voice as they approached two rather proper-looking older women. "I'm so horny right now, I'd like to take your big, stiff prick out right here on the street and suck you off."
They heard the startled gasps and he squeezed her hand in shared excitement.
"Hey, you really are a swinger, you hot little beauty. I'll bet those two are still wriggling in their old bloomers," Clint said.
They laughed, and then they entered the apartment building. In the elevator, they kissed and he fondled her buttocks, eagerly, his erection, throbbing strongly as it pressed against her.
As the apartment door closed behind them, Clint began undressing, telling Shirley to take her dress off but to leave her bra and panties on.
"Now that I'm here with you," he went on, "I'm not in any rush any longer. I want to play with you for a while before I take your bra and panties off. You have so much to play with and I love playing with beautiful things."
After taking her dress off, Shirley stood watching the man hurry out of his clothes. When he pushed his shorts down, she saw that his penis was beautifully, strongly erect. The foreskin was pulled well back from the big head and his organ looked youthful and very vigorous.
"You have a beautiful one, Clint," she told him. "I think you're going to take very good care of me."
"I shall, baby, have no fear, but I'll use more than just my prick to do it. You're so beautiful it seems almost a shame to fuck you. You should be fondled and kissed and licked and sucked and I'm going to do all of that, a whole lot of it, before I finally stretch your tight little cunt and fuck you."
"Ooh yes, Clint, yes. Let's go to my bedroom where it's more comfortable. I have a feeling you're really going to make me squirm and my wide bed is just right for squirming."
She walked to the bedroom ahead of him, putting a lot of hip action into her walk, feeling his eyes move over her buttocks and thighs. And then she was standing by the bed and his hands were moving in those same areas, his touch gentle and exciting, stirring her and causing lust to flare strongly.
As they lay on the bed, he got on top of her, his penis pushed between her thighs, and they kissed with a fierce passion, her arms wrapped tightly around him as she welcomed the weight of his body. Through the long hiss, Shirley rubbed her thighs together, massaging an excitingly hard organ until he was forced to take it out of the comfortable nest, afraid he would ejaculate there and spoil his pleasure. He had her sit up, then took his time about unhooking her bra. Her lovely big breasts strained the garment and made it delightfully difficult to unhook, but he was persistent and worked at it until the task was completed.
"I still don't believe it," he gasped as he took her lush breasts in both hands and fondled them. "It really isn't possible for tits to be so big and yet so firm. I wish I could take my teeth out so I could get more of them into my mouth."
Lying on his back, he beckoned her to bring them to him. Smiling, Shirley held one with her left hand, then lowered herself to him, the pink nipple pushing into his wide open mouth. She filled his mouth with as much of the breast as it could take, then sighed as he began sucking, his groans of passion muffled, his erection twitching madly.
Clint sucked and played with her breasts for a very long time before he worked his way down to her clinging, sheer nylon panties and began playing there. She opened her legs wide and her crotch was very warm. Nylon clung tightly against her vulva and he shuddered with excitement as he rubbed gently, causing her to sigh warmly.
When she arched her back in passion, he reached under her with both hands and groaned as he fondled her buttocks through and around the sheer nylon.
"Roll over, darling," he whispered huskily as his hands turned her. "I want to play with your beautiful asscheeks for a while."
She did, and lay sighing as his eyes and hands feasted on the beauty of her behind through the sheer, black nylon, which contrasted so excitingly with her white skin. A little later, he began peeling the body-warmed panties down, baring her lovely bottom slowly, marveling at the excitement of the deep, smooth crack between the perfect rounds.
Clutching a buttock with each hand, he massaged them for a while, then parted them to stare between. With the side of one hand, he tested the depth of an excitingly warm crack, making her squirm some more.
"Do you like having your ass played with, dear?" he asked as he went on playing.
"Yes, and spanked, too, if you want to."
"No, not that. It's much too beautiful to slap and besides, I'm not a spanker. Do you get kicks out of being spanked?"
"Yes. I made Steve give me a hard spanking just after you left the office. I was so horny I just had to have one, I didn't count, but he told me later he gave me twenty-five hard spanks on each cheek. Jesus, it was lovely. My bottom tingled for a long time and it was still a little warm when you came back for me. I don't know what it is, but I enjoy being spanked just as much as I enjoy being sucked or fucked. There are times when I actually enjoy it more."
"Do you need one now, dear?" he asked, his hands gently fondling the silken buttocks.
"No. The one Steve gave me will keep me going a while longer. I only meant you could do it if you liked."
He raised his right hand and gave her one spank on each cheek and she groaned and rubbed her tummy on the bed.
"No, damn it," he told her as both hands rubbed the faint, pink blotches, "I love the feel and sound of smacking your beautiful bottom, but I can't enjoy it, you're too beautiful to hurt, even if you get your kicks out of it. Do you think I'm crazy?"
"No, do you think I am?"
Instead of answering, he bent over her and began kissing her bottom all over. When he had licked a film of moisture over both mounds, he held the cheeks apart and licked wetly, excitingly in her deep, warm crack. He poured more and more saliva into the valley, then used a long finger to play there, teasingly pushing it in and out of her tight, pink anal ring.
"Shirley, please don't be horrified," he said, whispering, "but I'd give anything to have my stiff prick up your tight little asshole. Have you taken cock up there before?"
"No, but I'm willing to try, if that's the way you want to do it."
"How sweet you are, dear. Roll over and I'll suck your sweet cunt before I ass-fuck you. Even though I like ass-fucking, I also love cunt, especially sucking it Do you like having your cunt well sucked?"
"Mmm, yes," she sighed as she rolled over onto her back and opened her legs wide in invitation. "I adore the feeling of a face in my crotch, I love being sucked and licked until I come. Help yourself, Clint, bring your face into my crotch and keep it there as long as you like. Let me feel your face between my thighs and your tongue really lashing my cunt. I love it, lover."
Seconds later, she heard his muffled groans as he held her thighs and began lapping in her crotch. With passion mounting hotly, her behind writhed on the wide bed as he lapped and sucked until she went into orgasm, a strong, delightful one. He allowed her a brief rest, then went down on her and lapped her again, making her climax strongly.
"Would you like another come, dear?" Clint asked as she lay with her thighs pressed tightly together, enjoying the feel of the wetness between them.
"God no. Not right now," she panted, "I don't think I could stand another. Do you want to stick it up my bottom now?"
"Oh yes, dear, wait a second. I'll be right back."
Going into her bathroom, he found a tube of lubricant and returned to the bedroom with it. Putting it down, he stacked two pillows on the bed and had her lie on them, elevating her bottom slightly, making it look even more inviting as his penis throbbed in warm anticipation.
Sitting, he bent over her and she felt him part her buttocks, then lubricate her anal ring, carefully.
"There, dear," he said, his voice low, laden with passion. "Now my cock will slip in easily. It will stretch your pretty little hole, but it won't hurt you. I think you will enjoy getting ass-fucked, dear. I'll certainly enjoy riding so beautiful an ass. I hope it doesn't end too soon. I'm going to hold on as long as I can."
He mounted her, gently, then lay atop her with his organ lying in the valley of her behind. It was the first time she had ever felt a stiff penis there and she found it rather pleasant. She hoped it would be as pleasant when he pushed it into her, and began to wish she had not agreed to take it that way.
"Oh, darling," he sighed, "this is heavenly. It feels so good to have my cock between the cheeks of your lovely ass. I can't wait any longer, Shirley, I have to stick it up there now."
He partially raised from her, panting hard; then she felt his organ pushing between her elevated nether cheeks. The tightness of her anus resisted the big head for a second; then it stretched, and he was in her. His weight rested lightly on her; then he began pushing the long, stiff organ up her behind. He worked it into her with studied slowness until he panted as he told her he was all the way in.
That having been achieved, he lay on her, savoring the thrill of her lovely buttocks under him, so firm and springy as he pressed down on them and sighed a deep sigh.
"There now, dear, that didn't hurt at all, did it? I'm going to begin fucking you now. Concentrate on the feel of my stiff cock slipping in and out of your tight little hole. Oh Jesus, what a lovely ass-fuck this is going to be."
He began stroking then, his strong weapon working in and out of the tightness of her. While it was not painful for Shirley, it was not as pleasant as it would have been had he entered her body through the more conventional route, she decided.
But for Clint, it was obviously a delightful experience. He stroked slowly, obviously wanting to make their union last as long as possible. As he did, he kept panting and whispering in her ear, telling her how wonderful it was.
"You have the tightest little hole and, the most beautiful ass I've ever fucked," he whispered. "You are just heaven to ass-fuck."
But for all he tried to slow down and hold back his discharge, the tightness of her was too great to permit long delay and he was soon panting that he was going to have to let go. He stroked more rapidly and then he was pressing down on her bottom and his semen was shooting up into her bowels.
He rested on her for a little while, then raised his body and slowly withdrew his spent organ. As his penis left her, Shirley felt terribly stretched where he had opened her, as though he had left her too wide and open and she had no control of her bowels.
"Don't worry, dear," he assured her when Shirley told him of the feeling. "It's always like that after you've been ass-fucked. I always feel that way after I've taken an ass shot. Just lie there and relax. In a few minutes, your hole will feel fine again."
The man went to the bathroom and Shirley continued to lie there, trying to decide how the experience had been. There had been a certain pleasure in feeling a stiff penis working in and out of her anus, yet that pleasure had been relatively minor and she did not have the usual glow of post intercourse. She settled the matter by reminding herself that she had done it for Steve and that he would be pleased. That was enough.
Clint stayed in the apartment, playing with her and using his mouth and tongue to bring her many more orgasms. When he achieved another erection, she knelt on all fours and he knelt behind her, but this time he slipped his tool into her well-aroused vagina and gave her a very pleasant ride.
After he had left, Shirley was resting on her bed when she happened to put a hand under the pillow. She felt a piece of paper. Picking it up, she gasped as she saw that it was a one-hundred dollar bill. Steve had told her there would be tips from some of his friends, but she had not counted on tips of that size.
Shirley entertained many of Steve's business friends after that and soon stopped resenting what she had to do, accepting it as a way of life, a far better life than she could have hoped to enjoy in the slum where she had been brought up and from which she had finally managed to escape.
CHAPTER V
It was a late Thursday afternoon and Shirley was bored. There had been no clients to entertain for Steve, and he had been away all week. She felt more than boredom too, there was a gnawing sexual hunger. Her period had just passed and, as usual at that time, the sexual urge was strong.
"Bored, honey, or worse?" Betty, Steve's mature secretary asked as she sat on the comer of Shirley's desk, a shapely, nylon-sheathed leg dangling, a portion of firm-looking thigh exposed.
"I think my trouble is not getting bored, in a different sense of the word."
"Cheer up, dear, he'll be back Monday. How about having dinner with me, then maybe a drink or two. I'm just the gal to cheer you up."
It wasn't female company Shirley craved, yet it did mean someone to talk to and the empty weekend was getting closer, so Shirley accepted with a smile. They closed up the office a bit early, went to a good restaurant and had a cocktail, then a tasty dinner, during which they chatted easily and Shirley felt better than she had in a long time.
"It's strange, Betty," Shirley observed during one of the infrequent lulls in the conversation, "but I was sure you were going to resent me."
"Because of Steve? Not likely. He's a good boss, a nice guy and that's all. His sex life is none of my business and you sure looked like a good bet in that department."
"You're not interested in him in that department?"
"I'm not interested in any man in that department. I've never gone to bed with Steve and never will. Men just aren't my cup of tea."
Shirley knew enough about life to see that Betty was strongly suggesting that she was a Lesbian, yet it surprised her that if it were the case, she was so open about it. Deciding not to probe, she changed the subject and Betty helped. They finished the meal and sipped coffee and liqueur.
"You know," Betty observed, "it's silly to pay this price for booze when I'm sure Steve has your bar so stocked."
"You're right, Betty. Why didn't I think of it?"
Betty paid the check and they left, walking the short distance to Shirley's apartment building. The early evening air was warm, pleasant, just right to make Shirley's sexual hunger begin to grow again.
Betty looked around the apartment appreciatively-with no jealousy or any trace of resentment. She went to the well-stocked bar with Shirley and the two of them poured drinks. Shirley was still a beginner at drinking and poured herself a weak whiskey with a lot of water.
As they sat on the wide couch, Betty curled her legs under her so that the hem of her skirt rode up, a bit above the tops of her nylons. Again, Shirley noted that the woman had good thighs and felt a touch of embarrassment at her interest in them, telling herself that she must be hungrier than she thought when a woman's thighs could look interesting to her.
"Is it the spankings you miss most?" Betty asked, catching her by surprise.
"I ... I guess. Of course, you'd know about that. I guess you hear it when he visits my office."
"Sure, but don't forget, I know Steve and his tastes, I also know all about the spanking game. I like to take a spanking from time to time, but I just adore handing it out, especially if my partner is female and pretty. It drives me right out of my mind to have a young beauty squirming across my thighs while I warm her pretty bottom and listen to her sobbing and crying."
"My god, Betty, I didn't know," Shirley told her as she felt unexpected excitement racing through her. Betty had caught her at the right moment and hit her with just the right lead to arouse her. "I thought I was the only one who liked that sort of thing."
"Far from it, sweetie. The world is filled with people who think spanky-spank is the greatest. Many of them are parents who wouldn't admit in such an interest, but their kids get more spankings than they deserve. I know a woman who just pants when she describes to me how she spanks her kids. She has a girl of fifteen and you should hear her descriptions of how she paddles that chubby ass and how the girl kicks and cries while her ass-cheeks get red. I'm positive she fingers her twat after every spanking."
"You mean she gets horny spanking her own kids?"
"Believe me, she does. I was there one Sunday afternoon. I watched her spanking her twelve-year-old daughter and felt fires in my crotch. When it was over and the girl went out, I asked her to give me a spanking. She smiled as though she knew I was going to ask; then she took off her dress. In a minute, I was lying naked across her thighs. She gave me a real ass warming, then took me to bed. She went down on me and I thought she'd eat my crotch right off. After I'd had two or three comes, she stripped and I spanked her. She had a big, smooth ass. A bit puffy and soft. I gave her a real working over. She was still crying when I went down on her and made her cry a different way with my mouth busy in her hot crotch."
"God, Betty, stop it," Shirley protested. "I'm so hot I'm ready to flip."
"I can see that, dear, and so am I, but why stop? I'd love to see your beautiful bottom lying over my lap. My hand would make those pretty cheeks red and hot and you'd drive me wild, crying and squirming. After the spanking, I'd be as hot and horny as you. I'd take you to bed and eat your hot little cunt until you couldn't stand another orgasm."
"Oh, Betty, I've never done anything with a woman. Do you think I could go through with it?"
"I think you could more than go through with it," the woman told Shirley, as she slipped an arm around her waist. "You like getting spanked, you really need one right now," she went on, her tone lowering, becoming warmer. "And you love having your hot cunt lapped. I can do all of that to you and still offer you a bonus. Later, I can let you see how great it is to spank a smooth, bare ass. Right now, I think you have only seen one side of the spanking coin and you don't know what it's like to do the spanking. Is that true?"
"Yes. I've often wondered what it would be like."
"Lean over me a little, dear," Betty whispered, "and let me feel your bottom. I'll bet it's a real beauty."
Shirley made no protest when the strong woman drew her over her thighs and pushed the hem of her dress up. A strong hand clutched at her buttocks through, her sheer panties, then rubbed hotly over the smooth, firm rounds.
"Jesus, Shirley, I knew it would be beautiful," the woman panted, "but this is too much. I've never seen so beautiful a bottom. It's white and cool, dear, I can make it warm and tingly and red for you. You do want me to spank you now, don't you? Later, I'll go down on you and give you all the comes you can take. You don't have to do anything to me in return, but you can if you want. Corns on, you beautiful angel, I'll take your clothes off and give you a nice spanking."
Without waiting for a reply, the woman stood and took her dress off. Above the half slip, Shirley saw a nicely filled black bra with portions of white mounds showing to add a thrilling contrast. When she pushed the half slip down and stepped out of it, black panties hid very little of her lush, mature figure; and for the first time in her life, as she stared at the plump buttocks and the valley between, Shirley was overcome by the urge to spank. The battle was over, she knew, and she was going to have sex with another woman. She wondered what it would be like.
Betty took her hand and helped her to her feet while she trembled with wild arousal. Her dress was quickly unfastened and then it was gone.
"Oh Jesus, Shirley, what you do to a bra," Betty said, sighing deeply as she fondled the cups. Then she reached around her to unhook the garment. It fell away and Betty gasped aloud at the sight of her naked breasts. As had been the case when men had first seen her breasts, the attitude was one of disbelief.
Betty had intended taking Shirley's panties down in a hurry, but she changed her mind as she fondled the big, firm beauties and elongated the exciting nipples. Later, after the spanking, she promised herself, she was going to spend a lot of time with those breasts, fondling them and sucking them, showing the young beauty that a woman could be a more exciting lover than a man.
"Now, Betty, now," Shirley panted. "Spank me now, I can't wait. Oh, Betty, I'm so hungry for it. Make my bottom hot, as hot as my cunt. Oh Jesus, I'm so horny I'll die. Hurry ... hurry."
Betty hurried. She pushed the tiny scrap of nylon panties down and helped Shirley step out of them. She was naked now except for garter belt and nylons, which so excitingly framed her beautiful, white behind, an effect of which Betty was fully aware as she fondled the silken orbs and thrilled at their firmness and the perfection of the white skin that would soon be a more exciting color and would be hot to the touch.
"Come, baby," Betty whispered, excitedly, "no more waiting now. I'm going to put you across my thighs and give your beautiful bottom a lovely spanking. I'll really make you hot, dear, as hot as Steve does. I'm good and you'll soon see what I mean."
Sitting on the edge of the couch, Betty drew the trembling young nude across firm, smooth thighs, took a firm grip with her left hand; then, after pausing a minute to admire the beauty of the perfectly formed buttocks, she began spanking.
"Oh yes, Betty ... oh yes ... hard ... hard!" Shirley panted and sobbed as the woman's big hand slapped from cheek to cheek, laying the spanks on as well as Steve ever did. Betty drove her wild with passion and the fires grew in her buttocks and spread through her whole body, but mainly centered with hot concentration in her crotch and loins.
And then she was crying, happy tears running down her cheeks, her beautiful legs kicking as the slapping hand of the big woman painted roses on her round nether cheeks.
Trembling with arousal, the big, semi-nude woman, sweat running down her body, continued to slap at the lovely bouncing behind of her eager victim as the sounds of Shirley's crying grew louder and became even more exciting, inspiring her to spank harder and so increase the volume of Shirley's exciting crying.
The twin mounds gleamed a fiery red when at last Betty forced herself to stop spanking. She saw a few little bruises and didn't want to leave marks on such magnificent buttocks, marks which would turn brown and mar the beauty of Shirley's luscious nether cheeks.
For a little while, she played with the hot, red, tingling buttocks of the girl; then she took her onto the couch and massaged them some more as soft crying-wildly exciting to her-changed to sighing and low, broken groans of passion.
"Ready to have your hot little cunt lapped now, angel?" Betty asked as she continued to fondle plump, round buttocks, thrilling to the heat and the silk of them.
"Yes, oh yes, Betty, please do it to me. I'm so hot. It was such a beautiful spanking. I'm hot all over."
"Here, darling, get up and I'll show you a nice position for cunt lapping after a good spanking and while your asscheeks are still all hot and tingly."
Sitting up, Shirley was surprised to see the woman lying on her back.
"Kneel up with your crotch above my face, Shirley, yes, that's it, facing me. There, that's just the way. Christ, it's exciting to look up at you like this. You look so beautiful. I can see your sweet little cunt as well as your red asscheeks. Stay as you are, I'll let you wait for it while I feel your hot bottom. Christ, I'm horny, angel, your ass is like hot silk. Is it tingly?"
"Yes, oh yes, Betty. What a lovely spanking. I'm hot all over. Hurry, darling, my cunt is crying to get kissed and sucked and licked."
"All right, baby, move your knees apart and let it come right down on my mouth. I'll play with your sweet asscheeks while I eat your delicious cunt like no mere man could ever do it."
Reaching for the girl's hips, Betty helped Shirley deliver her crotch to her face. Both groaned as erotic contact was made between soft, warm vulva and face. As Betty's mouth claimed the tender offering, she gripped the girl's hot, tingling buttocks and began rubbing them, lovingly. As she did, Shirley understood why she had chosen that particular position; it allowed her buttocks to be administered to at the same time as her crotch was being hotly sucked and licked.
Climax, came very quickly and it was deliriously strong arid long lasting. Through it, Shirley rubbed her hot, wet crotch over the face of the woman, making her groan in ecstasy of her own.
"Oh my god, Betty," Shirley groaned as she tiredly dismounted the, woman and lay beside her on the couch, "this is a whole new world that I didn't even know about. Thanks for introducing me to it."
"The pleasure was all mine, darling. I've wanted to do that since the first time I saw you. I just had to wait for the right time. You'll never know how many times I've lain awake in the night, dreaming of the day when I'd strip your lovely young body, view your beauty, spank your lovely bottom and then suck your sweet cunt the way I just did. It was damn tough waiting, but I'm not sorry I had to wait. It was more than worth it, dear."
"I'm glad, Betty, I'm so glad you did it to me the way you did. It couldn't have been better. This can't be just a one time thing, though. We will do it again?"
"Yes, dear, but we can't be real lovers. I have a lover, a very jealous young woman. We'll meet as often as we can and it will always be beautiful for us. Now, are you interested in finding out what a thrill it can be to spank a bare bottom nice and hard?"
"Oh yes, Betty. I'm dying to find out. Here, I'll take your bra and panties off. I want to play with you for a while before I spank you. I'm so horny now, but I want to get even more so."
When she removed the woman's bra, Shirley saw that her breasts were big and, for a woman of forty-one, were quite firm. As she played with them, big, pink nipples grew between her fingers, hardening excitingly as Betty began to squirm and sigh with mounting desire.
"I'm going to go down on you later, Betty," she whispered. "I've never sucked a cunt before, but I want to do it to you. I'm going to love it, I can tell. Will you rub your crotch all over my face when you come?"
"Yes, baby, yes. It was wonderful the way you did it to me. No woman has ever given me a better crotch facial. You're a natural, darling, you're perfect."
They were both anxious to commence the spanking then; so Betty got off the couch and stood beside it while Shirley took her panties down and stepped out of them. Like Shirley, Betty wore only garter belt and sheer nylons and she writhed hotly as Shirley used one hand to fondle her smooth, white buttocks while the other played in her wide, warm crotch, further arousing and delighting her, making her anxious for the promised spanking. She hadn't been spanked in months, hadn't felt any desire to be spanked, but suddenly she wanted it more than she had wanted a spanking in years.
She emitted a broken groan as she draped her mature, naked body across the firm thighs of the girl. Her plump buttocks nicely posed for the slapping they were to take, she wriggled and sighed as she waited for the first smack.
Since it was to be the first spank she administered, Shirley waited for it, lightly patting the smooth cheeks, her hand trembling so much she wondered whether she would be able to do it right. And then she couldn't delay that first spank of a naked bottom a moment longer. Her right hand went up, paused, then came down fast and hard on the right buttock of the woman.
Both emitted little grunts of passion; then her hand was rising and falling, slapping from cheek to cheek with the skill of an experienced spanker. Betty began sobbing early in the spanking; then she was crying loudly as bare skin rubbed excitingly across Shirley's thighs; long legs kicked excitingly, her toes pounding the carpet.
So enthralled was Shirley by the sight and the feel of the big red buttocks and the thrilling sounds of slapping and crying, that she had to force herself to stop slapping.
When she did, they fell onto the couch together, writhing as they shared a passionate kiss while their breasts mashed together excitingly and bellies rubbed; mingled perspiration made them slippery and gave off erotic little sounds.
"Let's do it now," Shirley whispered, "while your ass cheeks are red hot. Bring it right down on my face. Oh god, to think of it, I'm going to suck a cunt and play with a hot, red ass. Oh Betty, I can't believe it's really going to happen."
"Lie back, baby, I'll make you believe it," the woman said as she sat up, then knelt. "My cunt is hot and juicy and I'm going to deliver it right to your lovely mouth to be sucked and lapped. When I come, you may feel the whole building shaking, but don't worry about it, I'll just be making a lovely dream come true with your tongue licking in my hot pussy."
As she was talking, she threw a leg across the body of the naked, waiting girl; then her crotch was directly above Shirley and her hands were rubbing on hot, fleshy mounds, tugging at them in an effort to pull the wide crotch down onto her face.
Betty brought it down slowly and Shirley groaned as, for the first time in her life, her mouth made contact with a woman's sexual organ. It was warm and soft and sweetly suffocating and Shirley gripped her partner as though afraid she would try to escape. To more securely anchor her, Shirley sent her tongue up into the hot, wet slit and she felt the woman's body press more warmly on her face.
Shirley lapped greedily and with the skill of one who had performed the act many times before. For just a little while, she was content to suck the soft lips, then allow her tongue to probe the juicy depths of the exciting organ; then she licked around until she found the sensitive passion bud and began licking it.
Her tongue brought Betty to a new plateau of lust as it coursed over her sensitized clitoris and her wet crotch rubbed against Shirley's face, thrillingly. A little later, Betty panted that she was going to come.
Clutching at her more tightly, Shirley stepped up the pace of her lapping and then she felt Betty tense, catch her breath, then let it go in a series of cries, loud, high pitched wails, which told of explosions that caused her body to jerk and tremble violently while an excitingly wet, hot crotch rubbed over Shirley's face, adding to the thrills which filled her whole being and showed her a new brand of ecstasy, one which needed no male presence to make it beautiful and complete.
It was the first of very many exciting visits the woman paid to Shirley's apartment, and the thrills they shared each time, never, diminished for either of them.
In between, there were equally exciting visits to the apartment by Steve's business friends so that life continued full and exciting for Shirley.
CHAPTER VI
But her life became fuller than she had bargained for, and so did her body as Shirley sat across the desk from the doctor who informed her she was pregnant. It came as only a small shock since she had suspected she was and required only confirmation.
Filled with foreboding, she broke the news to her employer and waited for him to angrily tell her she was finished, that she would not only return to the slums herself, but would bring another life into that ugly world.
"You poor angel," he told her, his tone warm with genuine sympathy. "Don't worry, dear, I'll look after you and everything will be all right."
"You mean you're not angry? You're not going to fire me? By the way, you're not the father, I'm sure of that, damn it."
"Thank you for being honest, you didn't have to tell me that. I don't keep records, I wouldn't have known. Look, I know a very good doctor who can relieve you of your burden without any danger at all. He's the best in the business."
"Oh no," Shirley cried in horror, "not that, Steve. I couldn't."
"Shirley, I can understand you're upset and all that, but don't be crazy. You can't bring a child into the world. It wouldn't be fair to you or to him."
"I have to, Steve. I didn't want a baby, I still don't, but it's in there, it's a part of me now. I'll have my baby and get along somehow."
They discussed it for a while; then Steve allowed the argument to drop, certain that once she got over her state of shock, she would see the light. But his guess proved wrong; she remained adamant that she was going to bear her child.
She went well beyond the safe twelve week period when abortion was a simple matter and by then it was obvious, even to Steve, that he was not going to get her to change her mind.
His first urge was to wash his hands of her and let her pay the price of her stubborn determination to destroy her life by having a baby, but he was not able to do that. There was something special about Shirley and he knew that he was hooked on that special something, whatever it was.
He suspended her from active duty, on full salary, and ensured that she had the best possible prenatal care. When she protested that it was costing him too much money for which he was getting nothing in return, he brushed her protests aside.
"When a fireman gets injured on the job," he told her, "the city takes care of him. It's like a soldier in war. Your pregnancy was just that, an on the job accident, so I'm taking care of you."
He did that and in time, Shirley gave birth to a healthy girl whom she named Sheryl. Although she had little difficulty with the delivery, Steve insisted she take another three months off work. Following her doctor's instructions, she dieted and exercised carefully so that when she was ready to return, she could pass for just another strikingly beautiful girl in her teens. Her vaginal muscles were strong and they returned to their original state, her little orifice still tight, her overall beauty completely unmarred.
Steve told himself he was crazy, but he gave her the floor above as her private apartment where she would live with her baby, while she continued to do business in her old apartment. He drew the line at paying for someone to look after Sheryl, leaving that to Shirley, a small way of scolding her for having given birth to the child.
Expenses were high for Shirley since she insisted on a thoroughly competent, but high priced woman to care for her daughter. Only the tips clients gave her permitted, her to break even and there was no longer money left over for savings.
But that didn't bother her. She loved her daughter and vowed that Sheryl would never know the poverty of slum life that had been hers. She went about her work with the same good spirits she had always shown; more than just delighting Steve with her body and with the way she took care of his special business friends. She delighted them at least equally and kept tips coming in.
Sheryl grew to be a healthy, beautiful, intelligent girl and a constant source of pride to her mother. The two enjoyed each other's company and Shirley spent as much time as she could with the girl.
When Sheryl reached the age of fifteen, it became obvious that she was going to be at least as beautiful as her mother. She was fast developing the same lush, well-rounded figure that had been Shirley's means of escape from the slums, and her face was as beautiful, if not more so, Shirley decided.
It was then that Sheryl first heard the whispered suggestion that her mother was a call girl. The word shocked her at first; then she told herself that even if the story turned out to be true, it didn't matter. Shirley was more than her mother, she was her best friend. Anything she did, no matter what, was right. She felt confident that she could go to her mother with the story and that they would discuss it and she would understand and approve.
When her mother returned to the apartment late that afternoon, Sheryl was waiting for her. Something on the girl's face told Shirley that there was trouble, so she asked her about it. They had gotten rid of the expensive housekeeper then as Sheryl and her mother were able to look after the apartment without difficulty.
Shirley said nothing when her daughter told her of the rumor she had heard. It was a moment she had known would have to come and she had always told herself she would be able to cope with it when the time came. Now that the time had come, it was up to her to cope.
"Let's go for a walk, Sheryl," Shirley told her. "There are things I want to show you first, then we'll talk about a lot of things."
They walked a couple of blocks, caught a bus, transferred to another, and when they got off, they were back where Shirley's life had begun. They spent a long time walking the filthy streets, looking at the shabby houses, absorbing the sights and sounds and smells of life in the slums. By the time Shirley flagged a passing cab for the quick drive back to their apartment, they both felt as shabby as the district they had toured.
"All right, Mother," Sheryl said as they sat in the comfortable living room of their apartment, "that was quite a tour. Now do I find out what it was all about?"
"Sure. That's where I was born and where I lived until I was seventeen years old. Not many people escape that place, but I did."
Pausing to pour herself a drink, Shirley went on to tell the story of her life, the whole story with nothing left out.
"Weren't you scared when he started feeling you up like that?" her daughter asked.
"The only thing I was scared of was that he'd feel me up, maybe bang me, then laugh and tell me to get out. As it turned out, Steve proved to be one of the world's really good men. He's always been good and kind and generous to me and I'll be loyal to him until the day I die."
"Oh, Mother," Sheryl sighed, "I knew when you told me the story that everything would be all right. I'm so proud of you. It really took guts to get away from that dirty hell without education or friends or anything. From a start like that, you've given us both such a good life, I'm so proud of you, Mother," Sheryl threw her arms around the woman and hugged her tightly.
Having already told her daughter so much, Shirley saw no reason to stint on details when the girl asked about the various acts she performed with the men who came to the apartment below.
"And you really enjoy being spanked? Even after it hurts and makes you cry?"
"Yes, dear. I know that sounds weird," Shirley told her daughter, "but it seems there are a lot of people who feel that way about spankings."
"Mother," Sheryl said eagerly, "show me what it's like. Give me a spanking."
"I'm sorry, dear, I can't do that. You see, when I spank a woman's bare bottom. I get terribly excited. You already have the body of a beautiful woman and I'd get much too excited spanking you. You are my daughter and I wouldn't want to do anything of which I'd feel so ashamed later. Please understand, dear, and don't ask."
"All right, Mother, I'll be good for now. When I reach sixteen, and that's less than a month away, I'll want to have another serious talk with you. It's legal for a girl to have sex at sixteen in our state, isn't it?"
"Yes, dear. That will give us both time to do some thinking. I'm afraid I'm not a very conventional mother."
"I guess that's because you're not a very conventional woman," Sheryl said, "and thank god for that. I'm sure no girl ever had as wonderful a mother as you. Tell me what it's like when you're alone in the apartment with a woman and you spank her or she spanks you. Tell me what two women do after the spankings when they're all aroused."
"All right, dear, I'll tell you, but first I want to stress that it's fine for a woman to have fun with another woman, but it would be terrible for her to be strictly a woman lover, a Lesbian. In sex, as in all things, there should be variety if a woman is to live a full, rich life."
She went on then to describe to the girl a scene in which she and another woman exchanged spankings to heat and arouse them, then went on into sexual play with no holds barred until each satisfied the other orally.
"Oh, Mother," Sheryl groaned, "I'm so worked up."
"I understand, dear. You know how to do it with your finger, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Then you go to your room and do it. I'll go to mine and do the same. We'll both be more relaxed and able to chat comfortably after we've looked after the gnawing heat in our panties. Right, dear?"
"Right," her daughter agreed with a bright smile. "You're so wonderful, Mother, so understanding. What you said about not being conventional sure was right, and I'm so glad."
Sheryl walked to the doorway, then, impulsively, she stopped and turned to face her mother. She stood and pulled her dress up to her waist and Shirley gave a little gasp at the beauty of the girl, the bulge of her mons veneris and form of pubic patch showing clearly, excitingly through sheer, white nylon panties.
"I'm going to do naughties to my pussy with my finger," she said, sighing, her eyes flashing as a hand moved down to rub the clinging crotch of her panties, "and my Mummy isn't going to be angry."
"Your Mother isn't going to be angry because she's going to do the same damn thing," Shirley said, smiling. "Now get the hell out of here and don't wear anything out."
Giggling, Sheryl ran to her room and didn't bother closing the door behind her. Shirley continued to sit, her thighs pressed tightly together, as she fought for enough composure to permit her to get up and walk into her bedroom where she could masturbate and get rid of the rough edges, even if it wouldn't bring complete relief.
Shirley had slipped her shoes off during the long conversation. When she got up, a few minutes later, she didn't bother putting them on as she walked from the room.
As she reached the open door of Sheryl's room, she glanced into it and her feet stopped moving. The girl lay naked, a finger rubbing furiously in her wide open crotch. Sounds were breaking from her throat and her back arched in passion. Her eyes were tightly closed and she was just going into orgasm, obviously a very strong one.
Forcing herself away from the doorway, Shirley ran to her own bedroom and closed the door behind her. She didn't bother undressing, but just jerked her panties off and threw herself onto the bed, the hem of her dress hiked above her waist.
Her right hand went to her crotch and rubbed her warm, soft vulva a few times; then a finger found her clitoris and she began stroking it. Seemingly only seconds later, she achieved orgasm. It didn't even begin to release the tension in her, so she fingered herself to a second one.
That one helped, but another one, she thought would help even more. Sighing, she rubbed her moist vulva for a little while, found her clitoris with a long finger and began to rub it very slowly. It felt so much better this time. It would take her longer to climax, she knew, and the results would be so much better. She proved herself right on both scores, and, after the hot orgasm passed, she lay resting for a long time.
But while her body rested and relaxed, her mind was busy. Something was going to have to be done about Sheryl. She saw the terrible danger of falling into the trap of Lesbian sex with her own daughter and vowed that she would do anything to avoid it, anything including finding lovers for die girl, male and female.
CHAPTER VII
Shirley had discussed the problem of Sheryl briefly with Steve in the office; then they went to her working apartment that afternoon for a more thorough discussion.
She held nothing back as she told him of the long discussion they'd had and of how her daughter knew and approved of what she did for a living. Shirley even told of her own feelings of sexual desire toward her daughter and how she feared she would kill herself if she ever allowed herself to give way to temptation in that area.
"The idea doesn't horrify me as much as it does you," Steve told her, "but I can see your point. It goes without saying that I wouldn't want you to kill yourself. You're the only woman who has ever become a part of my life, even though I choose to share you with others."
"Thanks, Steve, for saying that. I doubt there are many people who would understand our very strange relationship, but you do and I do and that's enough. Come to think of it, Sheryl does too, but after all, she's a most unusual girl. I'm very proud of her and I only hope I can steer her in the right direction."
"She's unusual because she's your daughter," Steve replied. "She's also unusually fortunate to have been born your daughter. You'll steer her right, I don't have any doubts on that score."
"Thanks, Steve, but damn it all, I see myself steering her toward the same kind of life I've had and that can't be good. Wait, that came out wrong. I've had a wonderful life, but society wouldn't go along with it."
"That sounded better," Steve told her with an easy grin. "Now we can take it from there. Let's go back to the beginning, your beginning. The way society views things, you were born in the slum, a slum girl. You should have stayed there, learned to live on welfare, married some slum man and had too many kids who would perpetuate the situation. Slums really are self-generating, self-perpetuating, you know. They have traditionally provided society with a pool of cheap labor and soldiers in time of war. Are you with me so far?"
"Yes, I broke the rules, I got out of it by simply peddling my ass."
"Put it that way if you wish, but it was a beautiful ass and it was your only real asset, you should pardon the pun. Now let's take a closer look at this aspect, this peddling your ass to get where you wanted. There is a whole world full of women who prostitute themselves, yet are totally respected by society. They're called wives."
"But they're married, Steve, that makes them respectable."
"In the eyes of society, perhaps, but not in my opinion."
"You'll have to explain that, Steve. You've lost me this time."
"Easy. Start with the whole middle-class section. A woman marries, it's love and kisses for a while, then the gloss wears off. She stays married to him for the sake of the children or, more likely, for financial security. When she wants something, an expensive dress or a car of her own, she's seductive as hell and becomes a really good lay, for a while. Once she gets what she wants, she goes back to being such a lousy lay that her husband would enjoy jerking off more than screwing some bored broad who's complaining of a headache while he's humping her."
"You make marriage sound like a bad deal, Steve."
"That's the way I see it and you'll notice that I never got involved in it. Tell me, Shirley, how many good marriages do you know of? I mean really great."
"I'm afraid you've led me into a trap. It's my guess that all the married people I know would enjoy not being married, at least not to that partner."
"Right. This is what I've been leading up to," he said, "in my own sneaky way. Now that we are at that agreement, are you going to tell me that you should steer your daughter toward love and marriage?"
"You are sneaky, Steve. What should I do then, train her to be a whore?"
"Stop using labels, Shirley. Think about every woman you know, especially the married ones. If you could change places with any of them, which would you choose?"
"You know the answer to that. I've got the best life of anyone I know and I have had right from the time I went to work for you."
"All right, now let's take it the final step. You love Sheryl, you want the best for her. She's shown a definite interest in sex, she's already an extremely beautiful young woman. Either she'll go out on her own and experiment with sex, or she'll be led there by people who care about her, people like you and me."
"I guess the decision is about made, wouldn't you say?" Shirley asked with a grin. "Christ, this has to be one for the books. Fond mother and friend discuss, with appropriate philosophy, how to lead daughter dear into a life of peddling her pretty little ass. I have a hunch Arm Landers wouldn't agree with us."
"Oh well, there's no pleasing everyone. I'm sure Doctor Klow wouldn't condemn us. That was bloody hard work. Let's have a drink."
While Shirley got up to pour drinks for them, she saw him begin to undress and felt her body respond instantly, desire flaring. It was seventeen years since he had stripped her the first time and taken her to bed to show her what sex could be like, she thought, and the thrill of him was just as great as it had been then, her anticipation as intense.
Her hand trembled a little as she poured the drinks, then trembled more when she thought of how he would soon be taking her daughter to bed for the same purpose.
"You look nice and horny," Steve, naked then, told her as he took the glass she offered him, "but you also appear to be deep in thought. Care to discuss it?"
"You're right on both counts. Yes, I'm horny, I felt heat flare when I saw you undressing. The rest of my thinking, all of it, I guess, was about Sheryl and how it's going to be for her when you take her to bed for the first time."
"I didn't think it had been established that I'd be the one to break her in."
"I didn't think it needed to be. Who else in the world could show her the beauty of it as well as you?"
"You're very generous, madame, but I can think of a number of wealthy, horny old gentlemen who would pay a thousand dollars or so to deflower that young beauty. Can you afford to deprive her of that fee?"
"Of course. I can't afford not to. The wrong man could destroy her, could make her think of sex as something painful and dirty. Sure, it will have to hurt when her hymen goes, but with you, she'll have other things besides pain to think about. What the hell, Steve, don't you want her?"
"You have to be kidding. I want her so bad I can taste it. It will be like starting all over again with you. I just had to show you the alternative. When does the big day arrive?"
"She's almost sixteen, a month or so to go. Suppose I put her on the pill right now and we celebrate her sixteenth birthday?"
"Great, as long as you don't plan on lighting sixteen candles on my dork. That hot wax burns like hell, you know."
"We won't," Shirley laughed, "but between Sheryl and I, we may do a pretty good job of melting it for you even without hot wax."
Sheryl was overjoyed when Shirley broke the news to her that she was to be introduced to sex on her sixteenth birthday. She had looked forward to previous birthdays with excitement and anticipation, but they all paled away to nothing as she thought of going to bed with the man who had been her mother's lover for so many years.
She wanted to know what his penis looked like and how it felt, but Shirley was at a loss for answers and admitted it.
"Do you think he'll want to spank me, Mother?" the girl asked.
"Probably. He loves to spank and you do have a sweet little ass on you."
"Then Mother, I should have some practice first. Now be fair Mother. Unless I know what spankings are like, I'm going to be nervous and afraid when he does it to me. If I could get some practice before then, I'd know what it was all about and I'd be able to take it."
"God damnit, this seems to be my day for getting trapped," Shirley grumbled.
She tried to talk her way out of it, but Sheryl was determined to find out what spankings were like. It was not long before she drew a shrug of resignation from her mother, and trembled with excitement at the thought of getting her first spanking. Other girls had told of spankings they had received at home and made them sound terrible, yet it was obvious that her mother and her friends enjoyed spankings and she made up her mind that she was going to find out why it was that way for them.
"Shall I strip naked?" the girl asked, eagerly.
"You will not. This is going to be a spanking, nothing more. We'll both keep our clothes on and I'm going to stay in strict control of the show. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Mother. You sound so exciting when you use that tone. Do you do it that way with your friends when you spank them?"
"Yes, usually. Most spankers make a little game of it. When Steve spanks me, sometimes he makes me act the part of a naughty little girl. Other times, he pretends to find fault with my work and I just play myself. When he scolds me, I stand with my head bowed and plead to be spared, but of course he knows what I really want and I'm never spared. I always get it in the end."
"You mean on the end, don't you?" Sheryl asked with a little giggle.
"Go ahead, be a smart ass," Shirley told her, grinning in spite of herself. "We'll see how smart you are when your ass is smarting."
"Are you going to spank me hard, Mother?" the girl asked, seriously.
"Not hard, dear, but you may think it is since it will be your first one. What I propose to do is start you easily and bring you along slowly so that when you go across Steve's strong thighs to take one from him, you will be experienced enough to take a good one and enjoy it. At least, that's the way I hops it will work out. I guess there are some people who just never learn to enjoy taking a spanking."
"Gee, from what you've told me, I pity them. It must be fun to play the game your way and to enjoy it. Help me to learn it your way, Mother. I'll try real hard, honest. I guess it will sting, but I'll try to find the fun of it. If I don't, maybe you can punish me by spanking me harder, you know, like punishment."
"I don't think you have much to learn, dear. I think you're going to be a natural, just the way I was. Come to think of it, why shouldn't you be? After all, you are my daughter."
"Oh yes, shall we take all our clothes off for it?" Sheryl asked, excitedly.
"No, there are still dangers involved here, Sheryl, I'm confident I can keep things under control, but I'm not going to run silly risks. I'll take my dress off, but I'm keeping my bra and panties on. You'll remove your dress and I'll take your bra and panties off and I think that should set things up nicely for you. It is important that this should be exciting for you, but I don't want it to get too exciting."
"All right, Mother, anything you say. You're so good to me in everything, I know that whatever you do will be more than just right, it will be great for me. Shall I take my dress off now? I'm really so anxious to get started."
"Yes, dear, take yours off and I'll take mine off. After that, I'll take over and show you what spanking is all about. I'm going to make you cry, dear, but I have a very strong hunch you're going to enjoy it all the way."
They got up and both removed their dresses. The air seemed to crackle with erotic tension as both the woman and girl looked at each other and trembled with wild arousal, one knowing what it was going to be like, the other only able to guess and to hope that she would find in what was to follow all the excitement she felt.
Fighting back the urge to grab the beautiful girl, to strip her and make Lesbian love to her, Shirley went to an armless chair, sat on it, patted her thighs, gave Sheryl a warm smile and told her to come to her to take her first spanking.
"Oh, Mummy, I want this so much and still I'm afraid," the girl said as she walked to her mother, her knees in a state of liquid weakness. "Am I just a silly kid who doesn't know what she wants?"
"No, dear, you're not. A lot of years ago, the same kind of feeling confused me. I had one advantage. When that moment came, I'd been screwed a few times and had a rough idea of what sex was all about. Still, when beautiful, naked man sat there and told me to lie naked over his lap to have my bottom spanked, I wanted it and it scared the hell out of me at the same time. Go ahead and tremble, I'm trembling, too, just the way I did that day. I know the feeling."
Her knees so weak that she wasn't sure she was able to use them, Sheryl walked to her mother, then dropped to her knees, her arms resting on Shirley's warm, firm thighs.
"You've been very naughty, Sheryl," the woman scolded gently as she reached to unhook her bra. "I'm going to take you across my thighs and spank your bottom as punishment. I saw you lying on your bed fingering your little pussy. Don't try to deny it, Sheryl, you must tell me all about it, what made you do it, what naughty thoughts you had at the time, everything."
The bra was open and Shirley slipped it off. While Sheryl, her voice breaking with passion, said all the things her mother wanted to hear, Shirley's hands fondled the beautiful young breasts, her warms exciting touch making the girl squirm with passion.
"All right, dear," Shirley said, giving passion-stimulated nipples a final exciting touch, "get-up. It's time for me to take your panties down for your spanking."
Lovely breasts swaying, the girl got to her feet and Shirley's hands were terribly exciting as they went to her and pulled her panties down, well below her lush buttocks trembling with wild arousal.
Sheryl draped her beautiful body across the waiting thighs, Shirley fondled her buttocks for a little while; then she began the spanking. She spanked easily at the outset, then more smartly, producing exciting sounds as the lusciously rounded nether cheeks took on a warm, pink flush and the girl began to sob.
Sheryl took another dozen spanks before she began to cry; then Shirley gave her another five on each cheek and made her cry more loudly before she stopped.
"Oh, Mummy," she squealed as she scrambled off the woman's lap and rubbed her tingling buttocks with both hands while she did an exciting little dance, "I loved it. My bottom feels so hot and tingly. Ooohhh, it did such things to me. Ooohhhhh, Mummy, I'm so horny."
"Go to your room, dear. You know what to do."
Alone in the room, Shirley trembled with arousal as she thought she had made the right decision. Her daughter was a sexy carbon copy of herself and would find all the erotic joys which had made her life so happy. She slipped her panties down and sighed as she began doing the same thing Sheryl was doing in her bedroom.
CHAPTER VIII
It was the eve of Sheryl's birthday and Steve came to visit. As the girl looked at him, she kept trying to undress him mentally, to see him naked, as he would be the following evening when he returned to give her an incredible birthday present. She thought it was just a friendly visit, not being aware of the plan Shirley and Steve had worked out earlier.
For a while, there was general conversation with all of them chatting; then Steve drew Shirley into an exciting embrace and they kissed passionately. There was a gasp from Sheryl as she saw one of his hands push slowly, excitingly up Shirley's thigh, pushing her dress up with it until the girl saw the strong hand rubbing smooth white skin above the expanded top of the sheer I nylon while Shirley squirmed and sighed into his open mouth.
"Did you like that, dear?" Shirley asked, eyes flashing, after the kiss ended and his hand stayed on her thigh.
"Oh god, that was the most exciting thing I ever saw."
"I'm glad to hear that, dear, since it was just the beginning," Shirley told her. "You may stay and watch, if you wish. If you'd rather watch television though, we won't be offended."
"Wow! You have to be kidding. Christ, are you going to go all the way?"
"I never did believe in half measures, dear," the woman told her with a sigh. "Besides, you may as well learn a bit about sex before you make your debut tomorrow evening."
The couple kissed again with the same wild ardor. This time, while their mouths remained glued together, tongues playing their own wet games, Steve rolled his woman partially over him so that he was able to push her dress higher and fondle her lush behind, which was only partially covered by sheer, black bikini panties. While his hand rubbed and squeezed, his woman sighed and writhed with arousal.
Sitting on the chair opposite, Sheryl pressed her thighs together and rubbed hotly, squirming almost as violently as her mother.
As the couple squirmed on the couch, Sheryl saw the front of her mother's dress being opened, saw the strong hands of the man close gently around the bulging bra cups to rub hotly. Later, as Shirley's thighs parted wide, a hand went between them to rub her panties where they clung to her vulva. Sheryl knew how hot her mother's crotch must be and tried to imagine the thrill of having a man rubbing her there as Steve was doing.
Ignoring the girl completely, although both were very much aware of her presence and wildly stimulated by it, Steve and Shirley went on with their erotic play. From time to time, Sheryl was able to see the strong bulge in the front of the man's pants, and she panted with desire to see the organ that caused it. She trembled as she hoped that before the game ended, she would see that stiff tool pushing into her mother's slit, working in and out as she lay under him with her legs wide open, both their bodies naked and sweating.
And then there was a change of pace as Steve sat up and gave Shirley a stern look.
"Did you forget something today, Shirley?" he asked, his tone as stern as his facial expression.
"I don't think so, Steve. What do you mean?"
"As I recall, you had instructions to come to my office at two this afternoon to suck my cock. Did you?"
"Oh. My god, I forgot. I'm sorry, Steve."
"That isn't enough, Shirley. I'm going to make you sorrier. Perhaps your mind is in your pretty ass. That being the case, I'm going to give it a good spanking and see if I can wake it up."
"Oh no, not that," she pleaded. "Please don't spank my poor little bottom. You spank so hard and it always makes me cry."
"That's nice. When a naughty girl has her bare ass spanked, it should sting and she should cry a lot," Steve told her as he stood and looked down at her. "Spanking is very warm, work," he went on, "so I'll get comfortable for it."
Still ignoring Sheryl, he began undressing. He did it quickly and smoothly, and then the girl was looking at his naked back. His thighs looked strong and were quite hairy, but his white buttocks were smooth and looked so firm that Sheryl wanted to reach out and feel them, but she didn't, sensing that the rules of the game called for her to do nothing other than watch.
But the desire to see his penis was too strong to be resisted, so, getting up, she walked around the couch and was barely able to stifle a gasp as she saw the long, stiffly erect organ. The foreskin was drawn well back so that the big, velvety looking head stood out like an erotic beacon.
Below, her gaze fastened on the heavy sac, which looked so full. She trembled as she realized what it contained and where he was going to pump the contents in just a little while.
"Now then, Shirley," he told her, "if you'll get to your feet, we'll prepare you for your punishment. Let's get on with the slapping of your pretty ass, shall we?"
Sobbing, Shirley got to her feet, begging him not to spank her, trembling violently with arousal, hungry for the promised spanking, aware of what the sight of it and the sounds of it would do to her trembling daughter.
Steve helped her out of her dress while she went on begging to be spared the spanking; then he removed her bra and played with her breasts, elongating long, pink nipples and making her panty-clad behind squirm.
"And now for your panties, you naughty girl," the man told her and, bending, he gripped the waistband of the tiny garment and slowly pulled them down. Sheryl, her body already wet with perspiration, stared at the lush body of her mother; then the man turned her around and Sheryl allowed a little gasp to escape as she saw a bottom that was strikingly youthful for a woman in her mid-thirties.
"Ah yes, my dear," Steve said as he stood, beside her and fondled the cheeks lovingly, "you do have so lovely a bottom. I just love it when you're naughty and I have to spank those lovely cheeks. How firm they are, how silken smooth. They will look even more beautiful when I'm spanking them and they're bouncing on my lap while you cry and plead with me to stop slapping them. Of course, I won't stop for a long time, not until you are crying loudly and kicking your pretty legs enough to satisfy me."
He held her whole she stepped out of her panties, then she pleaded with him again not to spank her, but he only smiled, sat on the edge of the couch and told her to lie across his lap.
His rampant organ stood out strongly and Sheryl, her body trembling violently, wished it were she, not her mother, who was going to cover it with her naked body, wished it were her buttocks rather than those of her mother that were going to be spanked by him.
And then Shirley was tying across his thighs, her lush behind twitching in anticipation, excitingly framed by black garter belt and suspenders which made the white cheeks look even whiter.
Unhurriedly, Steve fondled the cheeks while Shirley sobbed and pleaded for mercy; then his right hand raised high, paused for a moment, then came down with the first hard spank. As it landed, the hand caressed the Sheryl heard her mother's exciting cry, then heard another sound, a little groan, and realized it had come from her. Again and again the hand rose and fell, each time producing an exciting sound as it slapped a buttock and added to the color and heat there. It also added to the volume of his victim's crying and to the violence of her kicking and squirming.
Shirley was crying loudly when he finally stopped the spanking, played with her hot buttocks for a while, then helped her to her feet and watched as she did her usual erotic dance, rubbing her tingling buttocks as her firm breasts bobbed and did a dance of their own. In her dance, she kept turning so that the audience saw both frontal and rear views, both wildly exciting to man and girl.
"Come, dear," Steve told her gently as he stood and took her by the arm, "you took your spanking tike a good little girl and now I'll kiss you better."
Kneeling behind her, he held her by the hips as his mouth visited her behind and covered it with kisses and exciting wet licks until it glowed with a film of saliva. Bending her from the waist then, he carefully examined her buttocks, standing beside her so that Sheryl had a clear view. Before the examination ended, he drew her buttocks well apart so that the girl could see the little pink hole deep in the valley between the red rounds.
"Now, dear," he told her, "lie across the couch and I'll give you some different kisses to make you feel even better."
Sighing with passion, Shirley hurried to the 'side couch and sprawled across it with her tingling buttocks partly over the edge; then her legs came up over her body and parted wide, displaying her crotch excitingly. Steve knelt close to her, ticked his lips, then pressed down with his mouth on her vulva.
He wasn't kissing at all, Sheryl observed, and she shuddered with arousal as she heard the wet sucking sounds coming from her mother's crotch as the man's hands rubbed gently.
As Sheryl moved closer to watch the lapping, the sounds changed and she saw that he was licking Shirley's clitoris, licking very slowly. Sheryl knew the thrill of fingering her own clit, but the thought of having a tongue doing it made her weak with passion, so weak that she feared she was going to faint.
But she didn't and her passion rose another notch as she saw and heard her mother going wild in orgasm as the man raised his face from her crotch and smiled, licking his tips, savoring the flavor of her crotch.
After the wild gyrations of her sweating body had stopped, Shirley turned and lay along the couch, again opening her legs wide.
"Now, darting, now," she panted. "Give me that big beautiful cock. My cunt is so ready, lover, fuck me ... fuck me good."
As she panted the words, her behind jerked up and down on the bed, desire shimmering over her writhing, jerking body like summer heat over pavement As Sheryl watched intently, Steve unhurriedly lowered himself onto her, his penis at the ready in his right hand.
Moving closer to the couch, Sheryl crouched for a close view. She saw him part the wet lips of the slit in her mother's crotch, then watched the gash stretch into a wide circle as the head of his organ pushed in.
The man paused there for a moment, then fed the full length of his tool into her while she groaned and wrapped her arms tightly around him, pulling him down on her so that his weight was excitingly crushing.
Remaining crouched, Sheryl stared in rapt fascination as his strong organ worked in and out of the wet slit. It shone with moisture and so delighted and excited the girl that she wanted to masturbate then and there. When she told herself that it-would be doing the same in her body within twenty-four hours, she groaned aloud and rubbed a hand on the crotch of her panties.
Sheryl was still staring when the man's body began jerking and twitching in Shirley's crotch; then he ground down on her and began pumping his semen into her.
"He's shooting ... he's shooting," Shirley cried out as she wrapped her long legs around him, "and my cunt is sucking him off. I'm going to suck him dry."
It had been a thrilling performance, Sheryl thought, and wondered how well she would perform the following evening, when her turn would come ... at last.
CHAPTER IX
Steve arrived at the apartment promptly at seven o'clock. As Sheryl rushed to meet him, he wished her a happy birthday, then took her in his arms and kissed her with fierce passion. While their mouths mashed hotly together, she felt a hand rubbing slowly down her back until it reached her buttocks, which he fondled lovingly, pulling her more tightly against him and making her feel the stiffness of his organ.
When he had withdrawn it from her mother's crotch the previous evening, Sheryl thought it would take days before it could become strong again, but it was obvious to her that her guess had been very wrong indeed.
When their kiss ended, Shirley advanced to kiss the man; then they went to the apartment below where all was in readiness for the girl's birthday party.
The bedroom had been decorated with erotic pictures that showed males and females in various groupings, partaking of a wide variety of sexual acts. But the central attraction was a big birthday cake. It wore the traditional sixteen candles, but in the center was mounted a life size reproduction of an erect penis with a generous-sized scrotum.
"The cock and balls are made of marzipan," Shirley told the girl, "so you can either suck it all away, or, if you prefer, you can keep it as a very workable, old maid's delight."
"How wonderful," Sheryl said after shrieking at the sight of it, "I'd rather suck Steve's real cock and save this one forever."
"Hear the language of that innocent child, dear," Shirley said with pretended seriousness. "What she needs is the firm, guiding hand of a strong man."
"I agree, dear," Steve replied, "as long as the strong hand is guided to her lovely little ass. This is her birthday though, so we can postpone that if she would prefer."
"Thank you, Steve," Sheryl answered, "but isn't it traditional that the birthday girl gets a spank for each of her years and a few more for good luck?"
"She's right, Steve," Shirley said as she sat on an armless chair and called her daughter to her.
Sheryl hurried to her mother and pulled the hem of her dress high, displaying her mature charms in clinging, sheer, white nylon bikini panties and a white garter belt, the suspenders of which held sheer white nylons in a thrilling caress of her legs and thighs.
"How beautifully virginal," Steve commented in a tone of awe.
"Isn't it? I've brought her a change of underthings for later, when white will no longer be appropriate," Shirley said.
"Now then, dear," she told her daughter, "Mummy is going to give you your birthday spanks as soon as we take your little panties down."
Shirley lowered the garment slowly as Steve stared hotly from behind the girl. He thrilled at the unveiling of her magnificent behind, the cheeks flawlessly white, silken smooth and beautifully rounded, the way he recalled Shirley's had been when he first saw them and, he reminded himself, still were, more than seventeen years later.
Her panties stretched across her lush thighs, the girl draped her lovely form across the woman's thighs, which were bare since Shirley had pulled the hem of her own dress high. The woman held her there as she feasted her eyes on the lush nether cheeks with the deep crack between; then she patted and rubbed the smooth cheeks as she told the girl she was going to give her one spank for each year, and three more on each cheek for good luck.
She raised her right hand and began applying the spanks, counting aloud as she measured them out, each slap of her open hand brisk, but not brutally severe. When she had applied the full sixteen, she paused and counted out the additional three on each pink cheek.
She fondled the warm buttocks for a little while; then Sheryl got up and her mother pulled her panties up into place, patted her bottom and sent her to the man so that he could do as she had done.
He did so, taking his time about baring her warm, pink behind, then taking her on his lap and fondling it for a. little while before giving her the same number of spanks her mother had. Since her buttocks had been prewarmed, Sheryl began sobbing early in the course of the second spanking and was crying quite loudly before it finished, her shapely legs kicking, her toes pounding the carpeted floor.
After massaging her tingling buttocks for a while, Steve had her stand, then told her to open her legs as wide as her stretched panties would permit. As she did so, he reached into his jacket pocket and took something from it.
He worked on it behind her back for a few seconds, then he was inserting something into her vagina. She felt that it was paper and guessed it was money. When he was satisfied that his gift had been properly placed, the man gently drew her panties back up and told her to allow her dress to fall into place.
"You may see your birthday gift in a little while, dear," he told her, "but first, we're going to toast your birthday with champagne."
Picking up a bottle from the ice bucket, Steve worked the wires away from the cork, then told the women to stand with their backs to him and their dresses held above their waists; then he told them to bend over.
Smiling a secret smile, he crouched, worked the cork loose with experienced finger and thumb, took careful aim, then there was a loud pop and a yelp from Shirley as the zooming cork hit her on the right thigh just at the base of the buttock.
"Slightly off target," Steve complained as he stood and poured the bubbly into three glasses.
Laughing, mother and daughter went to pick up their drinks and the toast was completed. Their glasses were refilled; then Steve began undressing, not stopping until he was naked, his rampant penis throbbing, more than ready for the erotic fray to come.
Shirley took her dress off; then they agreed that the girl should remove hers as well. Steve looked from one to the other as the two beauties posed provocatively, one in white lingerie, the other in black, both stunningly beautiful and wildly exciting.
"Please, Steve," Sheryl said, her voice quavering, "don't make me wait too long. I'm anxious."
"All right, darling," Steve replied, gently, "I really didn't mean to torture you. Take your birthday present out of your pussy now; then we'll go to bed and do a lot of wonderful things."
While the couple watched, Sheryl pushed her panties down, reached into her vagina and withdrew the offering he had placed there. As she unfolded the bill, Sheryl blinked, then her eyes went wide with shock.
"My god, Steve, a thousand dollars," she gasped, then put the bill down on a table beside her, making it clear that the other thing she wanted was worth a lot more than that.
"Pull your little panties up, darling," Shirley told her. "Steve will take them off for you when the time is right."
Her eyes out of focus with desire and excitement, Sheryl pulled her panties around her lush body, let a sigh escape her, then rubbed a hand in her warm crotch.
Approaching her, Steve took the trembling girl in his arms and they kissed with exciting passion. He rubbed her back and fondled her buttocks, causing her to rub and squirm against his throbbing erection until Steve ended the embrace in fear that his semen would squirt over her tummy rather than inside it where she wanted it so desperately.
Leading her to the bed, he had her lie on her back and open her legs wide. As he stared down at her, his right hand wrapped around his penis and moved slowly back and forth.
"Look at it, little angel," he told her. "Your virginal beauty has made it strong and very hard for me. I'll prepare your body a little more and then I am going to give it to you, I'll push it slowly into your tender, virginal little cunt. I'll fill your belly with my stiff cock and. fuck you slowly while your cunt and belly churn with, excitement. Later, after we've rested and I'm hard again, I'll put it in your beautiful mouth and let you suck me off."
"Yes ... yes, Steve, anything ... anything, there is nothing in the world, or out of it, I wouldn't do for you and with you."
Getting onto the bed with her, Steve took her in his arms again and they rolled together on the wide bed, their mouths mashing hotly and wetly, tongues lashing and licking, mingled juices running down their chins.
Sheryl groaned more loudly as she felt him unhooking her bra. She sat up and he slipped the garment off, an exciting growl of passion breaking from his throat.
"Only once in my life have I seen breasts as beautiful as these, dear. Your mother owned them and she was just a year older than you are now. I'll show you what I did to them."
Lying her down, he reached for the lush breasts and, after fondling them for a long time, he hungrily fed one into his mouth and began sucking.
Until then, Shirley had been sitting, watching, but his words and his actions triggered thoughts of those early days with him. Trembling, she got up and took her bra off. As an afterthought, she removed her panties as well; then she played with her own breasts, thinking of how it had been that first day in his office, when he had stripped her and drove her wild with desire before finally lying atop her and making lovely love to her.
Her nipples elongated quickly and became very hard and sensitive as she went on fondling her breasts and remembering the nervous seventeen-year-old with the severe case of hot pants.
As she stared at the couple on the bed, Shirley went on fondling her breasts as she watched her daughter writhe in passion and desire while the man sucked and fondled her big, firm breasts. As she stared at the erotic tableau, she thought that she had been right in giving the girl to Steve to seduce and in steering Sheryl in the same direction she had chosen, one that had been so right for her.
Shirley heard a low groan break from her daughter's throat as she saw the skilled lover move down on the writhing body; then his face was between her thighs and he held her tightly as he sucked the crotch of her nylon panties, making them wet and, she guessed, even hotter.
"Oh, Mummy, Mummy!" Sheryl groaned, her eyes wide and out of focus, "look, he's sucking my crotch through my panties. Oh Mummy, it feels so good. Tell him to take my panties off and suck my cunt. I want to feel his mouth right on my cunt."
"Relax, darling," Shirley told her, "he will. He knows everything a woman wants and needs. Relax and just enjoy it. You're lucky, not many women get sucked that way. Feel the wetness of your little panties, I'm sure he can taste your sweet cunt right through them."
Steve sucked that way for a while longer; then he was stripping them off her body as her back arched high to make it easier for him. He drew the wet garment down her legs, then took it off and tossed it away. Shirley reached out and caught the virginal white panties and felt the wetness and warmth of them. Finding the crotch, she rubbed it over her face, then sucked the wet nylon into her mouth. The flavor was so subtle she could not be sure she wasn't imagining it, but it did nothing to diminish her pleasure as she sucked greedily while she imagined that her mouth was sucking that flavor from the source, the erotic, virginal organ of the girl who was trembling on the brink of a dramatic change of status.
Looking toward the bed, Shirley saw that Steve was holding the girl's beautiful legs up and open while he stared into her crotch as her behind squirmed on the white sheet.
"Are you ready to have your pretty little cunt lapped again, without panties this time?" he asked.
"Ohh, yes ... yes," she sighed, almost groaning.
"That's nice, dear, because that's what I'm on the verge of doing. I'm not going to hurry it though, I'm going to tease both of us a little. It's better that way."
Lowering his face, he began fondling and kissing her silken thighs. He had left her garter belt and nylons on, but they didn't appear to be in his way.
Shirley watched as he licked his way slowly up Sheryl's inner thighs. She knew the game well, had often cried for him to hurry as he teased her that way. She knew he would lick until his tongue was within an inch of her vulva, would let her think that the next lick of his tongue would be right on it; then he would lick a little farther from the target and make her cry for it. It was torture, but very delicious torture to be teased that way.
Moving closer to watch, Shirley saw that Steve's tongue was licking around Sheryl's crotch, yet carefully avoiding the soft pink lips which must have been hungering for the promised visit of his mouth and tongue; then, without warning, his mouth pressed down on her vulva, drawing a broken cry from her, causing her whole body to jerk strongly.
She saw his mouth open and knew so well the wild thrill of the sucking Sheryl was getting. The girl's hands went to her breasts to rub them as she groaned, her head rolling from side to side in a tempest of raw lust.
On an impulse, Shirley got onto the bed and, moving Sheryl's hands off her breasts, put her own there and fondled lovingly while Steve continued to suck in the hot crotch below.
"Soon now, baby, soon," Shirley told her daughter in a husky whisper. "That tongue of his is magic when it begins licking a clit like it's doing now. It will be great, baby, great," she finished as her hands went on rubbing and squeezing the firm breasts.
Seconds later, Sheryl gave a strangled cry, her body tensed, then exploded in wild orgasm, her cries of ecstasy filling and electrifying the room. When she saw that her daughter was experiencing more than enough joy, Shirley took her hands off the firm young breasts and sat back to watch the girl's journey among the stars. Steve, she saw, had taken his face out of her crotch and was holding her with his arms tightly wrapped around her lips. He had held her that way often and Shirley knew the erotic comfort it gave during and after orgasm.
"Oh, Mother," Sheryl sighed as she opened her eyes, "that was heaven. Is it always as thrilling as that?"
"It always is with Steve, dear. He's special in that and many departments."
"I'm glad you liked it, little girl," Steve told her, smiling, his tongue licking over his lips. "You have a sweet, delicious little cunt and I'll suck you often. It will be a real delight to line up mother and daughter and eat two beautiful cunts."
The three chatted for a little while, excitement burning fiercely in all of them, then Steve told the girl it was time for her to part with her virginity. "Oh yes, Steve, yes. I know it's going to hurt, but I want it. I want you to open up my little cunt. After that, it will never hurt again."
"Spoken like a real woman, darling," he told her as he rubbed her tummy and felt her begin to respond. "Still, you may be surprised. With some women, there isn't much hurt at all. You may be one of the lucky ones."
"Steve," she said, impulsively. "I've got an idea. Suppose just when you're ready to fuck me, you turn me over and put plenty of sting on my bottom. That way, maybe I won't notice the other pain as much. Does that make sense?"
"I think it does. At any rate, it will be a pleasure to spank that lovely ass. I'll get you ready now, dear," he said, and he took her in his arms, his erect penis throbbing strongly, demanding a place to bury its swollen head.
He kissed her mouth, worked his way down to her breasts, which he sucked and licked, then slipped a hand into her crotch and played there. Sheryl's sighing and, panting told him he was bringing her along fast.
"Oh, Steve," she panted, "I'm getting close. I'm going to have another come."
"Yes, baby, yes," he told her in an urgent whisper, but at the same time, he took his hand out of her crotch, leaving her hanging high and horny as he rolled her over, held her with his left hand in the small of her back, and began spanking.
He slapped hard and fast, bringing hot color to firm, silken buttocks and making her cry. After her crying was about a minute old, he turned her over onto her back, her legs opening wide for him, then he hurriedly mounted her.
Steve guided the head of his penis to the moist pink slit, pushed the lips apart and heard her groan as his stiff, throbbing organ stretched the narrow passage.
"Oh, yes," Sheryl groaned, "I can feel it inside me. It's so big, Steve, it's stretching me wide open. Keep going, darling, give it all to me ... make a woman of me ... stretch my cunt wide with your beautiful big prick ... fuck me, darling, fuck me good."
Steve felt the barrier when the head of his penis touched it, but he said nothing to the girl. Instead, he drew back a little, lunged, then broke through it with an ease which told that her membrane had been very thin and that, despite her high-pitched cry, there would not be much pain for her. At least, he hoped there would not be.
He worked, panting, until the full length of his hard tool was buried in the girl; then he paused so that they could both savor the thrill of her tight vagina clutching, almost strangling his throbbing organ.
"It hurt when you broke it," she told him, her voice low and unsteady, "but it hardly hurts at all now. There is just a little burning, I can barely feel it and I want the rest now. Let me feel it working in and out of my little cunt."
"You'll feel it, darling. I'll make it slow and easy, a nice LP fuck. Here we go now, baby, lie back and take your fucking like a woman."
Although he took some of his weight off her, he let her have enough of it on her belly and breasts to let her know what was happening. He gave it to her with long, slow strokes, almost teasingly slow, and her naked behind kept jerking as she tried to bring her body up to meet his slow stroking.
"Don't work, darling, not this time. Just lie back and take it. Concentrate on the feel of my hard cock as it works in and out of your juicy little cunt. Jesus, I love fucking you, baby, your delicious little cunt is so tight and hot and juicy."
"Oh, Steve," she said with a little groan, "I think I'm going to come. I'm tensing all over. Make me come again. I want to come with your big cock in my pussy."
"Just relax and let it happen, baby, don't try to force it. There's lots of time, baby, I'll keep it nice and slow for you."
He went on with the same delightfully slow stroking, then felt her tense and heard her catch her breath. Her eyes opened wide; then he began riding hard and fast.
"Yes ... yes ... yes I ... " she panted, "I'm close ... drive it to me ... I'm ... ah ... uh ... uuuhhhhhhh ... aaahhhhhhhhhh ... " Her groan rose to a banshee wail as she trembled and jerked in a shatteringly strong orgasm, her legs wrapping around his strong body, crushing him and making him gasp for breath as they tightened the way her mother's had the previous night.
While she climaxed, Steve left his organ buried in the hot moisture of her vagina, delighted in the way her tight vaginal walls clung and strangled him. Only after the wild storm was over for the girl did he resume stroking.
He began slowly, then stepped up the pace as he sensed the end of his long ride approaching. Steve didn't try to hold back, to prolong his ecstasy, instead he stroked with joy until his charge demanded release; then, he pushed well into the tight, hot confines of her vagina and his entire body trembled and jerked as he pumped his semen into her.
Instinct showed the girl how to employ her vaginal muscles to suck on his spending organ and she sucked him dry as he lay twitching in her crotch, grunting weakly. Her vaginal walls went on sucking even after he had nothing left to give her. Patting her daughter on the shoulder, Shirley told her to stop and allow Steve to rest.
"Don't kill him, darling," she told her, "We may want to use him again."
Giggling and sighing alternately, Sheryl lay under the weight of the strong man and thought that it was all true, that it hadn't been a dream. For her sixteenth birthday, her mother really had given her the gift of a man, a beautiful, strong, skilled, lover man. One who had driven her delightfully out of her senses with his hands and his mouth and his thrilling organ.
They drank more champagne after that and then the woman announced that unless someone did something for her, she was going to have to finger herself.
Always the gentleman, Steve led her to the couch. Shirley sighed as she lay across it and opened her legs wide to invite his face into her crotch. It went there without any teasing and began sucking and lapping where tremendous heat had built up in the course of the party.
Recalling what her mother had done to her earlier, Sheryl put her glass down and went to the couch. There was the sound of a low groan of passion from Shirley as gentle hands found and massaged her breasts, while Steve ate ravenously in her crotch, producing so much juice that she felt it trickling warmly between her buttocks.
Shirley got the climax she had to have; then they were able to sip drinks as they engaged in conversation of a highly erotic nature.
Later, mother and daughter exchanged spankings and brought Steve to the state of erection all three had been striving for.
Trembling, Sheryl knelt before the standing nude, licked her lips, then guided the head of his hard tool into her mouth, stretching her jaws wide to take it in.
Her mother crouched beside them, whispering words of advice and encouragement to the girl as she sucked, assuring her that she was doing beautifully.
Steve didn't have to tell her so in words, as his sighs and groans and the twitching of his hips made it clear to her how beautifully she was blowing his joint. Sheryl loved the sensation of her wide open mouth moving up and down on the long, strong shaft, thrilling in the sense of maturity and power it gave her as her sucking mouth kept the man trembling and groaning until she felt a hand rubbing in her hair and he panted that he was going to blast off.
While her mother whispered instructions in a hot tone, Sheryl sucked more voraciously; then she felt his rich juice spurting into her mouth. She sucked and swallowed, not losing one precious drop until she felt his organ softening in her mouth. He took it away from her, his knees sagging weakly, his eyes shining brightly.
"Jesus, it's too good to be true," he said, sighing as he sat tiredly on the couch and asked for a drink. "She's a perfect match for you, Shirley. I can't believe it. My god, I want to be around to fuck your granddaughter one day."
"Not if I can help it, you won't," Sheryl told him. "Lucky for me Mother had an accident, but I'm going to be more careful. After all, we have pills now. Think of what a fuck you'd have missed, Steve, if Mother had been able to take the pill back then."
"I'm thinking, you horny little angel," Steve told her, and they all laughed. "I'm also aware of the fucking you'd have missed. Of course, you would have missed a lot more than fucking, wouldn't you?"
"Oh, Steve, don't even say that. It makes me shudder to think that perhaps I never would have happened except for one lucky accident, one fuck with some relative stranger. Gee, I hope it was a good fuck for you, Mother."
"I'm sure it was, darling," Shirley told her, smiling. "Only a very good fuck could have produced such a beautiful, loving daughter. I agree, though, you should be very careful. I'm so glad now that I bore you, but your life will be a lot easier if you don't have a child."
Steve decided the conversation was getting too serious, so he poured a fresh round of drinks and they resumed the party spirit.
CHAPTER X
"Face it, Steve," Shirley said as she sat with him on the couch in her private office, "you've been great to me for a long time and I appreciate it, but my god, I'm in my late thirties now."
"Poor old lady. Should I buy you a wheelchair?"
"Be serious, damn it."
"How can I be serious when the sweetest piece of ass in the country is calling herself an old woman?"
"I'm a lot older than Sheryl," Shirley persisted.
"Isn't that lucky, seeing as how you're her mother? Any other arrangement would be a bit tricky."
"What I'm trying to say," she went on, refusing to laugh, "is that your business friends would much rather have a tender young beauty in this office and in the apartment when they visit. I'll admit I'm not an old hag yet, but you've spent a lot of money on us and it strikes me that we could repay it better if I turned the job over to Sheryl."
"I'm tempted to keep on teasing, Shirley, but I see how serious you are about this, so I'll settle down and discuss it with you. So you're in your thirties, but every man who has ever gone to bed with you wants to do it again. Men who haven't take one look at you and get hard. There's something special about you. With every passing year it gets more and more so."
"You say awfully nice things to a girl, Steve."
"I mean what I say, Shirley. You've known me a long time. Have you ever seen me interested in any woman after I've had her a few times? You're damn right you haven't. No, we'll continue to bring Sheryl along, train her in every department, even though she needs damn little training. From time to time, I'll call on her to look after someone for me, but other than that her time will be her own. You continue to be my special assistant."
"Thanks, Steve, sincerely. Now the question is what do we do with her. She doesn't want to continue in school, doesn't even want to learn to be a secretary, I've got to find something for her to do and I suspect you can help me with ideas."
"I have one very obvious one, Shirley. I could give her phone number to a dozen or so trusted business friends here in the city. They would be careful to whom they gave the number. At the rates she could get, with her body and all that talent, she could make a nice living off just two dates a week. Naturally, she could take as many as she wanted to. She'd have to operate out of the upper apartment though."
"What the hell kind of a mother am I, Steve? I find the whole idea very exciting."
"As far as I'm concerned, and Sheryl too, you're the perfect mother. Your daughter's happiness is more important to you than all the social conventions."
"Thanks, Steve. I guess she's ready right now, wouldn't you say?"
"She sure as hell is, except for one little area. You'll recall I've sent women to visit you in the apartment from time to time and they were always more than delighted with you. Do you think Sheryl is ready for that?"
"I know she's ready, but she hasn't tried it yet. I've had to fight myself to keep my hands off her."
"Do you want to keep it that way?"
"As far as I'm concerned, yes. Who would you suggest we get to initiate her?"
"Well, if you don't mind my doing a little bit of business, I'd say Tanya. Didn't you find her to be a pretty good partner each time she visited you?"
"Christ, yes. She always wants me to agree to let her give it to me with a whip or a riding crop, but at least she takes no for an answer. Jesus, that woman burns like a forest-fire. She's pure, sexual animal and amazingly beautiful for a woman over forty. She should be the perfect teacher for Sheryl."
Smiling, excitement mounting, Steve picked up the phone and called the vice-president of the cosmetic accounts.
"You must be Sheryl," the sophisticated-looking woman said as she stood in the doorway and looked at the beautiful girl who held it open. "I'm Tanya. I believe your mother mentioned me?"
"Oh yes, Tanya, do come in. Mother and Steve both told me you were beautiful, but they didn't say nearly enough."
The woman showed only a suggestion of a smile as Sheryl feasted her eyes on her. She was dressed in conservatively tailored black, from her hat down to her glistening black pumps. The one exception was a little white scarf tied loosely around her long, graceful neck.
"I like the way you look at me, dear. Do you think I'm that beautiful? You're very beautiful, too,"
"You're more than just beautiful, Tanya. You're so sophisticated and ... and ... oh damn, I can't think of the words."
"That's more than good enough, darling. Come now, I want to take you in my arms and kiss you. I've been told you're a very hot little number. I must find out if that's true."
Her eyes shining, her body beginning to tremble, Sheryl licked a film of moisture and went to the woman. Their mouths came together and the woman's arms were strong as they embraced, their bodies rubbing warmly against each other.
"Ooohhhh, that was exciting," Sheryl gasped, her face flushed, after the kiss ended. "That was every bit as good as with a man."
"Better by far, darling. It's true then that you have never gone to bed with a woman?"
"Yes, but I want to. I especially want to now. I wanted to do it with mother, but she wouldn't let me. I'm glad you're going to be my first. Tell me what you want me to do."
"We'll sit and talk for a little while. Do be an angel and pour me a tall gin and tonic."
Sheryl did so, then poured a glass of sherry for herself. They sat comfortably on a couch and talked easily. The woman asked many questions and Sheryl answered them all, asking a few of her own as well.
"Oh yes, darling," Tanya replied to one, "I'm always delighted when I have a smooth, lovely bare bottom to beat. As much as I love spanking, though, I like to go farther. I've always wanted to give it to your mother with a riding crop or a whip. Damn it, she'd never allow me to do it. Do you think I have a chance with you?"
"Not the whip. My body is too important. It may be that after I get to know you better, when I get more accustomed to sex with a woman, I'll want to try the riding crop. Will it break the skin?"
"No, darling. It stings like fire and leaves lovely marks, but there is no blood, no damage."
"Do you sometimes beat men as well?"
"Yes. I have a few admirers who grovel at my feet and beg to be whipped. When I beat a man, I like to have him tied with his arms above his head so that he is helpless. I taunt him for a while; then when his cock is hard and twitching, I jerk him off and make his semen fire off in the air. After that, I whip him and make him scream in pain and beg for mercy."
"That sounds frightening to me. Why do you jerk him off first? Wouldn't you rather suck him off?"
"Perish the thought. I never permit a cock to touch even my cunt, let alone my mouth. The only reason I pull him off is to reduce the pleasure he experiences when I whip him. I want him to suffer, not enjoy it."
"Please, Tanya," the girl said, shuddering just a little, "let's talk about something else. I'm sorry."
"I understand, darling," the woman replied, smiling, "and I'm sorry I upset you. Let us talk about beauty and about your stunning beauty, in particular. You're so like your mother. I wish I had known her when she was your age. Steve tells me she was as beautiful as you."
As she talked, the woman slipped an arm around Sheryl's waist, then moved the hand up and cupped a firm breast through her thin dress. "I'm going to suck your lovely tits until your nipples feel raw. I won't hurt you, though, I can be very gentle, especially with a girl. I love women, but I have a special passion for young girls."
"Have you had many young girls?" Sheryl asked.
"Many. Sometime I'll tell you the story of how I lured, a twelve-year-old into my bed. She had just a trace of golden down on her tender little cunt. She cried when I pressed my mouth to her slit and began to suck and lick it. Later, she stopped crying; then she had the first come of her life with my tongue lapping in her slit."
"Ooh, Tanya, you make me so hot and horny," Sheryl sighed as the hand squeezed her breast.
"I don't want to look yet, darling," Tanya said as she put a hand on the girl's right thigh, "but I want to feel how hot you are between your lovely thighs. There, that's it, move them nice and far apart. Oh god, you've got such silken smooth skin. I'll go mad when I have my face in your crotch and feel those thighs rubbing me and pressing on me. Ah, there we are," she whispered in an excitingly husky tone as her hand rubbed the crotch of Sheryl's clinging panties, her touch light and most exciting. "You are hot, my angel. Do you get juicy as I expect?"
"Yes. At least it feels that way and Steve tells me I'm very juicy."
"I'm sure you are, angel. We're going to have such a lovely evening. If I'm too tired to go home, may I sleep here?"
"Of course. You may have your choice of sleeping here with me or in the other apartment."
"You must be teasing, darling. With you around, there's only one place I'll sleep. I've just decided I'm going to be much too tired to go home. Now, just one moment while I slip my dress off and get nice and comfortable."
While Sheryl stared, her breasts rising and falling strongly with her labored breathing, the woman opened her severe-looking dress and removed it, folding it carefully over the back of a chair.
In bra, panties, garter belt, nylons and high heels, she was a study in feminine beauty. Her breasts, Sheryl noted, were not big at all, yet they looked very lovely, snuggled in the cups of her black lace bra. Her waist was slim and looked very firm; then her body flared in wide, well-fleshed hips and firm-looking buttocks, the outline of which showed clearly through her sheer, black nylon panties. Black nylons caressed firm thighs and made no indentation in her flesh where the expanded tops contrasted with her white thighs.
"You're beautiful, Tanya," Sheryl said with feeling. "You can't really be forty. It isn't possible. You've got the body and thighs of a teenager."
"Thank you, dear. I'm not forty, I'm forty-three, I take very good care of my body as your mother does and as I'm sure you will. Now then, I'll take your dress off and see how well preserved you are at sixteen. It doesn't look as though old age has caught up with you yet."
Grinning, Sheryl got to her feet and surrendered to the woman to have her dress taken off. Strong hands moved smoothly; then they were helping the girl out of her dress.
"Darling," the older woman gasped, "I've seen a lot of beauty in my time, but you're it, a class all by yourself."
Her hands assisted her eyes in taking inventory of the girl's body, and she kept sighing loudly and whispering words of praise in a tone of awe as she fondled warmly all the way from Sheryl's face to her ankles, with a lot of attention devoted to breasts, buttocks, thighs and warm crotch.
"I have an intense desire to tear your bra and panties off and rape you with my tongue," Tanya told her, "but I'm going to make myself wait. I like to tease myself that way."
"You'll be teasing me, too," Sheryl told her. "I feel so hot and hungry right now. You will let me go down on you and suck your cunt, won't you? I've truly never done it before, but I'm sure I'll know how."
"I'll more than let you do it, angel. I'll force you to do it. If you even hesitate, I'll spank such a hot fire into your pretty little ass that you'll beg me to let you do it."
And then Tanya decided it was time to take Sheryl's bra off, a decision which delighted the girl, who eagerly turned to allow the woman to slip the hooks and push it off. Tanya's gasp of astonishment and appreciation when she stared down at Sheryl's firm, jutting breasts gave the girl further delight. They had the firmness and fullness of balloons filled to the maximum, looking as though another infusion of even a little air would cause them to burst.
"Oh, Sheryl." The woman breathed the words gently as her hands rose to touch the twin, spectaculars. "They're too much. I have to fondle them and suck them. I just may keep these beauties in my hands forever. Come live with me, darling, I'll never allow you out of my sight."
"Live with me for now, Tanya," the girl told her. "Take my tits and rub them, make my nipples come to life for you and suck them until your jaws ache and my nipples are red and raw. Suck my tits until I come. I know that isn't possible, but I feel it could happen this time."
When Sheryl saw the woman licking her lips, she caught her left breast from below and fed it gently to the mouth that opened wide to receive the precious offering. As Tanya sucked the silken gourd, Sheryl decided she did it as well as Steve did and knew she would want to experience woman love again and again.
Tanya sucked and fondled her breasts for a long time and when she finally finished, they felt as raw as Sheryl had told her to make them. The heat of the woman's mouth had communicated itself well beyond her breasts to burn hotly in her crotch where she wanted more sucking.
"Please, Tanya, let me take your bra off and suck yours. I've never sucked a woman's tits and I want to."
When the woman smiled in response, Sheryl reached around her, unhooked her light bra and bared her small but firm breasts. Sheryl trembled as she fondled them with both, hands; then she was sucking one as she fondled the other, tremors of hot arousal racing through her body.
Tanya's breasts were so small that she thought she could suck an entire one into her mouth, but for all her efforts, she was forced to admit the impossibility of it and had to content herself with the thrill of having her mouth filled with breast as the mature woman held the back of her head and pressed the breast to her, moaning in lust as she sucked voraciously.
When Tanya groaned roughly and took the breast out of her mouth, Sheryl made a crying sound and the woman fed the other breast into her wide open mouth, forcing it in hard; grunting as she whispered for the girl to suck it hard and make her feel it between her legs.
And then the time came when the second breast was taken from her mouth and the woman groaned with passion as she held Sheryl's face between her hands and rubbed it warmly.
"Sheryl, darling, beautiful Sheryl," Tanya whispered hotly, "I want to spank your lovely bottom. Please let me."
"Yes, Tanya, I want it, too. I want to lie over your thighs and cry while you slap fire into my tender ass. I can take it, Tanya, give it to me. Do you want to take my panties down?"
"No, darling, you stand with your back to me and bend a little, then push them down very slowly and bare those lovely cheeks. I want to watch you doing it. That's the way I like it best."
Getting off the couch, her lush breasts swaying, the girl turned her back to Tanya, rubbed both hands over her nylon clad bottom, then slipped her thumbs into' the waist of her panties and very slowly pushed, them down, swaying her behind as she did and watching the erotic motion of her breasts.
"Oh my god, Sheryl," the woman groaned, "must all of you be so beautiful, so absolutely perfect? I must cover those cheeks with kisses before I spank them. Your sweet asscheeks deserve to be kissed forever. Are you sure you want me to spank them?"
"Oh yes, Tanya, I'm very sure. Kiss them and fondle them, then take me on your lap and spank me. Make me cry, slap exciting fires into my ass, Christ, how I want that."
Reaching for her with both hands, Tanya held her by the hips and began kissing and licking the silken cheeks. It was exciting for Sheryl right from the start; then it became more so as the woman licked her tongue slowly up and down her crack.
"More of that later, darling," Tanya told her, panting. "For now, kick your panties off and lie over my lap. I'm just dying to spank your lovely ass and make it nice and red for you."
Hurriedly, Sheryl pushed her panties down and stepped, out of them; then she was lying, squirming across warm, firm thighs, her lush buttocks, excitingly framed by a garter belt and suspenders, twitching in anticipation.
Tanya fondled the upturned nether cheeks for a few seconds, then she was spanking them. She spanked well, Sheryl observed, each slap of her open hand crisp, each spank followed by a quick squeeze before the hand rose for the next stinging visit.
And she spanked thoroughly, continuing to slap the buttocks long after they glowed a uniform red and the owner of them was crying loudly, squirming and lacking her long legs.
"There, darling," the woman panted as she stopped spanking and massaged the glowing cheeks, "that should keep your beautiful asscheeks warm for a while. That was an even hundred spanks. All of them good ones. You cry so excitingly, darling. Did you enjoy it?"
"Oh ... " Sob " ... yes, Tanya. You ... " Sniff. " ... know how to spank. Oh god, my ass feels like it's on fire."
"Come now, my angel," Tanya told her in a tone that was warm and gentle, "kneel on the couch. Put your head down and keep your red bottom up high. What I'm going to do now will feel very good while fires tingle in your lovely asscheeks. Yes, that's nice, just like that get ready to enjoy it."
Sheryl felt hands holding her hips, felt moist breath in her crack, then the woman was kissing and licking her buttocks again.
"Do you like being rimmed?" Tanya asked as she paused with her face close to the arched behind, her breath warm and terribly exciting in the opened crack of the girl.
"I ... I don't understand what that means."
"You will, darling, you will," Tanya told her.
Sheryl felt the face of the woman between warm, tingling buttocks; then her tongue came into action. It licked up and down her crack for a while, making it excitingly wet, then it was tickling and teasing her anus, something she had never felt before.
"Oh, Tanya," she panted, "I can feel your rough tongue right on my little asshole. It tickles and feels so nice, especially with my bottom cheeks tingling."
But it was to feel even nicer as the woman paused, curled her tongue, then pressed down hard between naked buttocks and pushed her tongue into the tight anal ring.
"Oh Christ," Sheryl shrieked excitedly, "it's right up my hole. Oh Jesus, Tanya, you're ass-fucking me with your tongue. Oh Jesus, Tanya, your juice is running down into my cunt. Do it ... do it! ... Oh Jesus, do It some more!"
Tanya did it a lot more and added to the thrill by getting a finger into the girl's wet slit and rubbing it excitingly on her aroused clitoris. It was not long before the inevitable happened and the woman pulled her tongue out of Sheryl's anus as she went into orgasm, her lovely red behind jerking madly as spasms rocked her hot, naked body.
"There, Sheryl, darling," the woman panted, as she looked down at the sighing nude, "that was a nice start. Now lie on your back for some serious cunt lapping. I'm going to eat that sweet little cunt until my jaws are aching."
Sighing, Sheryl lay across the couch, raised and parted her legs wide and gave her crotch to the woman with exciting eagerness. Licking her lips, Tanya got down on her and ate in her crotch for a long time. Only after Sheryl had climaxed for the third time did, Tanya finally take her face out of her crotch and, licking her lips, get to her feet, smiling.
Sheryl sat up slowly and smiled as she saw the woman pushing her panties down and stepping out of them, a hand rubbing hotly in her crotch.
"I think we've warmed up enough, darling," she told Sheryl. "Let's find a bed now and really get going."
They did.
CHAPTER XI
Steve's business friends were most impressed by the prospect of a beautiful sixteen-year-old with the body of a woman, who would play for pay and who would do just about anything. As a result, her phone rang often.
With a maturity that was surprising for one her age, she refused to be greedy. If she made an appointment for mid-afternoon, she did not take another until evening.
When a man was prepared to pay her high fee, she reasoned, then he was entitled to a long, relaxed session without her having one eye on her watch. Clients who were accustomed to the time limits imposed by casual prostitutes and cathouses, were impressed, many of them adding a generous tip to the already high fee, none ever complaining about the price, especially after their first visit to her apartment.
Some of the men were what Steve called, dock workers, although she didn't know why and suspected it was a slur on a group of honest citizens. They merely stripped, had her do the same, then, with a minimum of foreplay, got on her and did their business. After ejaculating, they dressed and left.
"Can you imagine," she asked Shirley after one such session, "a man paying that kind of money just to fuck?"
"I'm afraid I can, dear," her mother told her with a little laugh. "To men like that, a cunt is just a hand and a fuck is just a form of masturbation. The real man knows better. To him, even masturbation is more exciting than that because he sustains a strong, sexy fantasy with it. Still, dear, I'm sure you'll get plenty of the other kind, the types who really appreciate a beautiful young body."
"Oh yes," Sheryl said with a. little sigh, "men like dear old Albert."
Shirley excused herself to answer the telephone and Sheryl drifted into thoughts of her first meeting with dear old. Albert.
He said he was-seventy-six, and joked that he had been sixty years old when Sheryl was born. He didn't look that old, had a twinkle in his eye and a sprightly step.
"I'm afraid I can't always get a charge off," the old man told her that first afternoon, "but I can sure as hell enjoy trying. Besides, looking at and touching a beautiful woman can be thrill enough. Please take off your dress, dear. I want to admire you in bra and panties for a while."
As she slipped her dress off, Sheryl told him there was no time limit and that the whole afternoon was his if he wanted it. He rewarded her with a bright smile, then sighed deeply as her dress dropped to her ankles. He gaped at the beauty of her.
He used a comment that had become familiar to her when he said, "I don't believe it." Both men and women fended to say that at the sight of her, especially when she removed her bra.
Albert accepted her offer of a drink and stared as she went to the bar to prepare it. When she bent to get glasses from below the bar, her little panties stretched taut and her hips widened excitingly.
"May I feel you a little?" he asked as he went to stand beside her.
"Of course, dear," she told him with a smile. "As I see it, we're here to have fun. Help yourself."
His hands went directly to her panty clad buttocks and he played with them while she mixed the two drinks. Just before he took the drink from her, he pushed a hand gently between her thighs and she moved her feet wide apart to open her crotch for him.
"That feels so nice," he told her. "I don't know why most men are in such a hurry to take the woman's panties off."
"Neither do I, dear," Sheryl agreed, "nor can I understand why some men just want to strip a woman in a hurry, get on her and get it over with."
"You're young, but you're smart, as well as very beautiful, Sheryl. Fucking is a lovely way to end a long session of sex play. To make it anything else is a perversion, like fucking sheep."
Sheryl laughed heartily; then they went to sit on the couch, where they sipped and chatted while he fondled her thighs and the cups of her bra, staring down into the valley of her breasts and telling her how anxious he was to see her with her bra off, but how he enjoyed teasing himself by waiting for that.
When he asked her to, Sheryl smiled, put her glass down and, getting to her feet, walked around the room. From time to time, she stopped and bent her back turned to him, stood with one foot on a chair, reached high above her head, parted her legs and slowly rubbed the crotch of her panties, or did anything she could think of to further arouse the man.
"Bless you, my dear," he told her when she returned to the couch. "I've got such a hard-on I could hang my boots on it and walk a mile."
Laughing, Sheryl asked if he wanted to use it while it was ready.
"No thank you, dear, I'm having too much fun to end it all by fucking you so soon. What say you take your bra off now and let me see your lovely breasts. They look so big and must be very firm. Stand up and torn your back to me while you do it."
Excited by his excitement, Sheryl did so and heard him stand, too. She unhooked the bra slowly and removed it with the same exciting slowness.
"Shall I play with my tits and-make the nipples stand out?" she asked.
"Oh yes, dear," he told her. "You sure do know how to play the sex game. I can't believe it in one so young."
"Mmmmm, this feels so nice," she sighed as both her hands fondled her breasts and tweaked nipples which responded almost instantly by jutting boldly. "I often play with my tits. Maybe that's why they've grown so big and firm. My nipples are really sticking out now, they're nice and hard. Just right for sucking."
"Turn around now, dear, and show them to me," the man told her. She smiled at his loud gasp when she did so.
"Oh my god, in all my years I must have seen a thousand tits or more, but I've never seen anything like this. Oh good Jesus, I've got to feel them, I can't wait."
Sheryl moved to him and he reached for her big breasts with both trembling hands. A strangled cry broke from his throat as he felt the firmness and silkiness of them.
"When you're ready, I'll feed one into your mouth if you like," she told him as he panted. She almost feared he would have a heart attack.
"Now, Sheryl, now," he panted, "Feed one of those beautiful tits into, my mouth. Make it nice and slow," he went on, "let me see it coming with that beautiful, big nipple leading the way. If I die with it in my mouth, I'll die a happy man."
Sheryl smiled, licked her lips, then caught her right breast from below. She paused as she squeezed it a little; then, putting a hand on the back of his head, she brought it very slowly to his mouth. When she saw that he kept his mouth closed, she guessed what he wanted her to do and rubbed his lips with the nipple.
With a groan, he opened his mouth wide and she gave him as much of her breast as his mouth could hold, a very small portion of it. He sucked it well and she heard his constant, muffled groaning and trembled as his excitement was communicated to her while he sucked one breast, then had her feed the other into his mouth. He sucked it for an equally long time while she rubbed the back of his head gently, as though she were nursing an infant.
"I'll take my clothes off now, I'm sweating," Albert told her, and began undressing, she helping him.
"How nice, dear," Sheryl exclaimed as he pushed his shorts down, "your cock is big and hard. You've kept it that way for a long time."
"You're the one who got it hard and kept it that ways my dear," the old man told her. "Let me take your little panties off now. I love taking a woman's panties off and it's been years since I've done it to a girl."
"Anything you want, darling," she told him with a ring of sincerity in her words. In that moment, she felt she loved him and communicated that to him in a most exciting way. He bent and reached for the waistband of her tightly clinging panties and began to peel them down very slowly, unveiling the last of her secrets a little at a time, trembling with arousal.
"Oh no, Sheryl," he groaned as he bared perfectly rounded nether cheeks, "nothing can be so beautiful."
He fondled the silken orbs, then kissed them and made her wriggle and groan, her smooth buttocks rubbing over his face. After a little while, he turned her and, while his hands continued to play with her buttocks, he feasted his eyes on her slightly rounded tummy, thickly bushed mons veneris and the juncture of white body and thighs.
Reverently, he pressed his face into that juncture and inhaled the subtle fragrance of her, while his hands tightened their grip on her buttocks. In her arousal, Sheryl sighed deeply and rubbed against his face.
"Do you enjoy having your pretty little cunt kissed and licked?" he asked as he looked up into her face.
"I love it, darling. I'd love to have you do it to me, if you want to, that is."
"I want to very much, Sheryl, my dear. Lie on your back on the couch. Better still, may we go to your bed. I want to admire your sweet little cunt, then feel it, then suck it and make you come. It's always been such pleasure for me to make a woman come with my tongue. I'm sure your little cunt will taste better than, honey."
They went to the bedroom together, the man keeping a hand on one of her buttocks as they walked slowly. Then, at his request, she sat on the edge of the bed and fell back across it. Sighing, she saw his eyes shining as he dropped to his knees close to the bed. Slowly, she raised and parted her legs until her crotch was wide open and she heard his groan of arousal.
For what seemed an endless time, the old man merely stared into her crotch; then he brought one hand to it with a delicate touch and stroked the soft, pink lips. His fingers remained delicate and gentle as they moved the warm lips apart and he peered into her slit, where she was moist, the color darker, wildly exciting; then he probed gently, excitingly with a finger.
He probed for a long time before his finger went to her clitoris, which he found hard and elongated and very sensitive. Her body jerked at the first touch, then went on trembling while he stroked the hard bud.
"Do you truly enjoy having your lovely little cunt sucked, Sheryl? I won't do it unless you enjoy it."
"I do love it, darling, and I'm dying to feel you do it. I have a feeling you're going to be very good at it."
"You're going to inspire me to be better than I ever was, darling. Ready now, I'll just lick my lips and then begin my banquet in your lovely, warm crotch. Oh, this is going to be food for the gods."
There was a look of reverence on his face as he brought it slowly, gently into her crotch. His lips were gentle as they kissed the lips he found there; then he kissed around her crotch for a little while, licked slowly over her slit, then groaned as his mouth pressed down and he began sucking her, gentle hands rubbing her hips and belly while she squirmed and sighed, telling him how beautifully he sucked.
"Oh, darling," she urged in a dreamy tone, "you suck my cunt like an angel. Take it darling, suck, lick, kiss, it's your cunt, my darling lover man."
Albert had bought sex all over the world, and until then would have sworn that only a Japanese could so convince a client that she loved him and thrilled to what he did to her. But not even the best Japanese whore had so thrilled him, had made him feel so loved and wanted.
She made him feel young, a bridegroom taking his beautiful bride to bed for the first time. A series of tremors rocked his body and he held her more tightly, sucked more greedily, then seat his tongue lapping into the hot juicy depths of her.
He licked around for a long time before his tongue went to her clitoris and began rasping it with delicious slowness, which caused cries to break from her body as she writhed and her buttocks bounced on the bed. She climaxed very quickly and with shattering intensity as the man held her hips and gazed lovingly into her beautiful, passion-contorted face. Often in the past he had seen a prostitute pretend orgasm, but this was no pretense. In that moment, they were young lovers, she was his bride and his tongue had brought her to orgasm with lust and with love.
Albert got onto the bed with her and they lay there holding each other for a little while. After that, when she rolled, onto her back and opened her legs wide, there was youthful vigor in the old man as he mounted her, his penis stiff in his hand, and gently inserted it in a hot, moist, very receptive vagina while she groaned with lust.
"Ooh, you're tight, darling, as tight as a virgin," he panted as he fed stiff organ into her, gently, giving it to her slowly and lovingly until she had all he could give her and he lay resting on her warm, naked body with his organ twitching and. throbbing in her tight, hot slit.
"Oh, Albert, darling, I love you," she whispered and her arms wrapped tightly around his equally naked body.
"And I love you, my beautiful bride," he replied in a voice that quavered with passion; then he drew his stiff organ back slowly and began giving her a gentle riding, his tool stretching her tight passage as he worked it in and out with delicious slowness and exciting strength.
"Oh, my darling lover," she groaned, "how you fuck me. Nobody can fuck like you, darling, ride, darling, ride my body and keep that lovely, great prick stretching my tiny little cunt like it is."
He gave her the ride she asked for, and gave a quavering groan of delight and pride when, with a series of gasps and cries, she climaxed again.
It had been a long time since he had brought a woman to orgasm while having intercourse; and it made him feel so young and strong and virile that in that moment, he refused to believe he was then in his mid-seventies.
Just as the tremors were fading, he began to ride again, faster this time, his penis strong as it pistoned in her moist tightness until he found the pent-up charge in his loins impossible to hold back. Grinding down in her crotch and panting, he let it go and amazed Sheryl with the strength with which he pumped his semen into her.
Later, they talked of how good it had been and there was truth shining in Sheryl's eyes as she told him what a magnificent lover he was and how she would not tarnish the magic of their meeting by accepting money for it.
While she went to the bathroom, the old man busied himself and later, after he had gone and she was making the bed, still glowing with a feeling of well being, she found an envelope. In it was two hundred dollars and a note thanking her for having restored his youth.
It was the beginning of a pattern which he always followed. After each meeting, she found the envelope, always with a romantic note and two hundred dollars. She scolded him for being so generous, but he only smiled each time.
CHAPTER XII
Many of the clients who visited Sheryl at the apartment became regulars; some came back weekly, a few even more frequently.
One of the regulars was Tanya. From time to time, Tanya visited Shirley in the company apartment as Steve's guest, but more often she was eager to pay the price of an afternoon or evening with Sheryl in the apartment above.
On her second visit, she carried a long leather bag. Both women removed their dresses, they kissed and fondled each other for a little while; then Tanya opened the bag and began showing the contents to the girl.
The first item she showed was a pair of black, elbow-length, kid gloves which she pulled on lovingly.
"Are you going to wear those to spank me?" Sheryl asked, eagerly.
"Yes, darling, and to do more than just spank you, I hope. We'll see about that later. For now, take a look at this," she added as she reached into the case and showed Sheryl a riding crop with a doubled leather tip, which looked to be about four inches long.
"Ooh, that looks exciting," Sheryl said, her eyes shining as she took it from the woman's gloved hand, "but I'll bet it stings like mad on the bare ass."
"Yes, darling, it does. As you know, your mother won't allow me to use it on her. I'll ask you to take one stroke with it. After that, I'll abide by your decision. There are others, men and women who like me to whip them. I'll let you watch a session some day, if you want to. Now let's look at the rest of my little goodies."
She produced a five-thonged whip, each short, rubber thong attached to a T-bar.
"This is a martinet," Tanya told her. "It's a lovely instrument to use on a woman's sensitive buttocks. It paints lovely red lines, but doesn't break the skin. I have seen the martinet used on naked girls in a very exclusive school in France."
"I'll bet it made them howl," Sheryl commented.
"It did that, my dear. The woman who ran the school was a friend and lover of mine. I hid behind a screen and watched some thrilling performances. The first was a girl of sixteen with big tits and asscheeks and well-fleshed thighs and hips. She stripped naked, crying and pleading for mercy; then her wrists were bound and her arms raised high above her head. A loop in the cord was placed into a hook from the beam above and she was totally helpless. To ease her discomfort, she had to stand on her toes. I've never seen such a lovely sight.
"My friend picked up her martinet and toyed with the girl while she lectured her on her behavior. It was about ten minutes before she began the beating and, oh my god, I almost died from excitement as those thongs caressed that plump ass, those hips, thighs and back until her whole body was striped with red. She cried and screamed and danced like mad. When it was over and. the girl left the room, crying, her clothes under her arm, her striped asscheeks bouncing as she walked, my lover and I stripped naked and went wild. We damn near lapped each other to death."
"Sheryl found herself trembling as the woman ended her story and put the wicked-looking instrument down on the table to reach into her case for something else. It was a long, pliant, whippy-looking cane of rattan.
As she swished it, Tanya told of how, in her childhood, the cane had been applied to her naked behind many times by her nanny, usually with her father watching, approvingly, as she squirmed and kicked.
"I could see how much he loved watching me getting it, and I guess that was when I picked up my interest in pain combined with pleasure. I vowed that one day I would be in a position where I would have people to beat. It did not make me angry that he enjoyed watching me getting it on the naked ass with the cane. In fact, once I was in my teens and my body was nicely developed, I really gave him a performance. When my nana told me to strip naked, I'd do it as provocatively as I could. When I stepped out of my panties, I'd lift my legs high so he could see my cunt.
"While she applied the cane to my bottom, I'd squirm a lot, make my tits bounce and keep my ass high and my legs wide open so he could see my little pink pussy.
"Once, after a good beating, I followed them and they went to my nana's room. I peeked through, the keyhole and watched them in action, they stripped naked, played for a while; then for the first time in my life I watched a man and woman fucking. I watched them often after that."
"How long did it go on like that?" Sheryl asked.
"My father died when I was eighteen. My governess was put in charge of the estate and I was subject to her until the age of twenty-one. She often caned me and she let me know that she enjoyed it. One day she took me to her room to be caned. When I was naked and ready, she gave me two cuts with the cane, then stripped naked, and sat on the edge of her bed with her knees wide apart.
"She told me I was going to get twelve more strokes, but that she would cancel them if I did something to make her feel as good as when she caned me. She had me kneel between her legs, then showed me how to lap her cunt."
"Were you afraid, that first time?" Sheryl asked.
"I think so, but anything was better than twelve more with the cane. Before long, I came to enjoy cunt lapping, especially after she lapped mine and, made me come. She didn't cane me often after that, but we did a lot of cunt lapping."
"How did it end?"
"On my twenty-first birthday, I reminded her that I was boss and that she could continue to work for me only if she accepted a beating with the cane whenever I chose to give her one. Right then we went to her bedroom and I made her strip naked and bend over the foot of the bed. I took my time and gave her twelve good strokes; then I put the cane down and fingered myself until I came while I admired her big, red-striped ass, After that, I made her go down on me.
"I gave her a lot of beatings and after two months, she couldn't take it any more. She went to live with her sister in some little farming town in Brittany."
There was one more item in the case and when Tanya took it out, Sheryl gave a gasp. It looked like a very big black man had removed his penis and balls for her, had removed them when he was very erect.
"Yes, dear, I love to fuck, but only when I'm the man. It's eight inches long and nice and thick. This big head should really stretch that tight cunt of yours, don't you think?"
"Oh yummy, Tanya. I've never been fucked by a woman and I'm dying to try it."
"You will, baby, but not until your sweet ass is red hot and your cunt has been well sucked and juicy so my big cock can slip in and out easily. Ooh, what a fucking I'm going to give you, darling. You may not like men any more after I'm finished and you're limp from coming."
"I doubt that very much, Tanya, but I'm anxious to find out what it's like."
"You won't have long to wait, baby. Take your bra and panties off now. Are you going to let me give you a taste of my riding crop?"
"Yes," Sheryl said, her voice quavering as she unhooked her bra. "How about one on each cheek? I guess that should be enough to show me how it feels."
"Sure thing, baby. It's really going to sting, but you may like it. I know I'm going to love it."
Her bra off, Sheryl made her lush breasts sway as she bent from the waist and pushed her panties down, then stepped out of them and kicked them high into the air, an indication that she was really hot to trot and that it was going to be another great session.
Tanya removed her own bra and panties, then there was a riding crop in her right hand and her light, firm breasts rose and, fell with her labored breathing.
"Put your hands on your hips, Sheryl and bend just a little. Yes, that's just right, your lovely ass juts beautifully," Tanya said as she ran a hand over a firm, silken round. "You'll like it better if you leave your cheeks relaxed."
Taking up her position, Tanya patted Sheryl's bare bottom lightly a few times, then drew the crop back and flicked her wrist. There was a faint hissing sound and then a tongue of fire licked across Sheryl's right buttock and she emitted a yelp of pain, then straightened up and did a little dance, her right hand rubbing the hot spot.
"Lovely, Sheryl," the woman whispered huskily, "now take your hand away and let me see the stripe. Oh Jesus, what beauty, what excitement. Does it sting, darling?"
"Ooh, yes, like fire. Are you going to give me 'the second one now?"
"Yes, dear, get down on all fours, like a nice little horsey. I'm going to beat my little horsey on the ass and make her cry for me."
Sheryl hurried into position and the older woman crouched to admire the sight of her breasts, which dangled pendulously; then she stood and straddled the kneeling nude.
Teasingly, she tapped her left buttock with the tip of the crop, then drew it slowly up the crack of her behind. She paused, then her quick intake of breath told Sheryl to get ready for the fierce bite her behind was going to feel.
It came, and she cried out again, her behind swaying madly, her breasts doing the same, as the woman hurried to crouch beside her and admire her handiwork with a look of satisfaction.
"Stay as you are, darling," she panted, "I want to show you something else I can do with my crop."
Sheryl felt the handle of the instrument being worked into her vagina, probing in the moist, hot depths for a little while, then it was withdrawn.
"Relax now, darling, this will feel good," Tanya told her as she brought the lubricated handle between her buttocks, pressed it to her anus, then slowly pushed it in. For a little while, she worked the instrument in and out, then withdrew it and smiled as Sheryl got up and rubbed a hand over the spot where she had been invaded so unexpectedly.
"I sometimes do that to a man after I've striped his ass with my crop," Tanya told her, "but usually I strap on my dildo and give it to him that way."
Tanya sat then and Sheryl eagerly lay across her thighs, her lovely bottom nicely presented to be well spanked. The woman's gloved hand began slapping from cheek to cheek, stinging and delighting the girl, red supplanting the white of her buttocks. Sheryl cried and squirmed, but the spanking went on for a long time and she was crying loudly when the woman finally stopped and helped her to her feet.
They went to the bed together and Sheryl stared through wet eyes as the woman strapped her dildo on and stood proudly waving it when it was in place.
"Open up your crotch, baby, so I can make it nice and slippery for my big cock," Tanya told her, and she obeyed, instantly.
The woman went down on her and lapped her until a series of cries announced her orgasm; then Tanya knelt, an excited smile on her face.
"Here it comes, baby," she panted. "Eight inches of stiff black cock."
She lowered herself onto the girl, found her slit with the head of the artificial organ, then pushed in with a series of short jabs until it was all the way home and Sheryl was groaning as it stretched her vagina as nothing before ever had.
Tanya was all man as she rode her partner, the big phallus pistoning at a rapid fire pace until orgasm hit and Sheryl writhed and groaned through it. Then the big organ went to work again and didn't stop until a loud, quavering groan announced her second orgasm.
CHAPTER XIII
"So you really like the riding crop do you?" Shirley asked her daughter as they sat chatting in the apartment while they waited for Sheryl's client to arrive.
"Yes, but it will never replace spanking, as far as I'm concerned, I like a few stingers with it, just to sort of set me up; then I want to get over the lap for an old-fashioned spanking. That kid glove sure felt nice while she was smacking."
"Mmm, yes, I like it that way, too. By the way, what sort of client do you have coming this time?"
"Quite straight, I think. He's only been once and that time he did a lot of playing. He went down on me, but other than that, he was straight."
"You really do keep records, don't you?"
"Why not? It's a business and you have to keep records. Before I welcome a client, I've checked his file and I know everything he likes and doesn't like. He doesn't know about my records and it flatters him to think I remembered all the little details of our previous meeting."
"Sometimes I find it impossible to believe you're only I sixteen, darling," Shirley told her daughter. "I have a feeling that by the time you're my age, you'll have somehow reshaped the world."
"If I do, Mother dear, I'll reshape it into the form of a big cock entering a cunt, or perhaps I'll carve a deep valley into the globe to-make it look like s, lovely big ass to be spanked."
They laughed, then poured drinks as Sheryl noted that her client was more than five minutes late.
"This is very bad for the ego," Sheryl said with a pretended frown. "I like to have the client arriving early and panting, a big bulge in the front of his pants."
"I'll bet this guy has some very good reason for being late," her mother assured her. "No normal man, or woman for that matter, would want to be late for a date with you."
The doorbell buzzed and Sheryl went to admit her client. Picking up her glass, Shirley tried to finish the drink in one gulp, but couldn't quite make it. As she finished the second gulp, she turned to see Sheryl and her date inside the door.
"Mother, this is Ron," Sheryl said casually, then barely concealed a laugh at the expression of shock on his face. "Surprised, Ron?" she asked, grinning. "It seems only logical to me that call girls should have mothers as well as anybody else."
Ron was a dignified-looking man in his late forties, Shirley guessed, and he didn't look like the type who was caught off guard often.
"She's really a terrible tease, Ron," Shirley said, smiling. "I suggest that before you get around to the main event, you take her panties down and spank her on that delightful bottom of hers. Perhaps that will teach her a lesson."
"My god," the man said with a bit of a groan, "what the hell goes on here. I know this is some kind of game, but you do look enough alike to be mother and daughter, no," he amended, "sisters."
"We are what Sheryl said, Ron," Shirley told the man. "I really am her mother. I'll admit we're a bit on the unconventional side, but we really are mother and daughter. Well, that's enough family, I'll get out now and let you two do your thing. Have a nice time, and remember what I said about giving her a good spanking to improve her manners."
"Wait," he said impulsively,' "don't leave. This is insane, but I find it very exciting. Have you ever been in the room while your daughter entertained a client?"
"No. I was with her the first time she fucked, but that was different, he was a mutual friend."
"My god, woman, you make everything sound so natural, so ordinary."
"Everything is," Shirley told him with a smile, which knocked things farther off balance for the man, "but I'm interrupting what you came for. I'll leave."
"No. Look, since you're so unconventional, how about staying? I'll pay the extra fee."
From behind the man, Sheryl caught her mother's eye and smilingly nodded in an affirmative gesture.
"All right," Shirley said, "but I don't know what we're doing with all these clothes on. A good hostess should at least take her dress off when a gentleman comes to call."
"Or calls to come," Sheryl said with a little giggle, and, following the example of her mother, took her dress off. Neither wore slips and both looked stunning in bra, panties and nylons as the man turned from one to the other, his eyes wide and shining with excitement and desire.
"Christ," he panted, a bulge showing in the front of his pants, "I'd been told this would be a visit to remember, but I never dreamed of anything like this."
"I think we could all use a drink," Sheryl commented, then turned to walk to the bar. The others followed and soon the three were sipping drinks. Sheryl, as usual, drank sherry while the others opted for whisky.
"You don't have to be shy, dear," Shirley told the man as she took his left hand and guided it to the seat of Sheryl's panties. A small sound escaped him as his hand squeezed an excitingly firm cheek.
After he had fondled it for a few seconds, he put his drink down on the bar and put his other hand on an equally firm buttock encased in Shirley's sheer panties.
"On Jesus," he panted, "this is too good to be true. Are you sure you're not her twin sister, Shirley?"
"I'm very sure, but thanks for the compliment, I'm pleased to hear that I don't show my advanced age."
"You two look so great in bra and panties. I want to see how you look without them."
"Then let's finish these silly drinks," Sheryl said, "and go to the playroom. I'm getting much too warm with all these clothes on, especially between my thighs," she added and slowly rubbed a hand along the crotch of her panties. "Feel how warm I am, dear," she invited the man; and he hurried to accept the offer, his hand going to her crotch arid rubbing the body-warmed nylon there.
"You are hot, baby," he told her, then, as Shirley moved closer, her legs apart, he put his other hand in her crotch and found a matching heat.
"Do you think your friends at the club will believe you when you tell them about this?" Shirley asked as his hands rubbed both crotches.
"I doubt it, but I don't give a damn either," he replied. "In fact, I can just barely believe it myself and I'm right here."
Putting their glasses down on the bar, they went to the bedroom with Sheryl leading the way, the man's eyes on her panties as she walked with plenty of erotic action.
In the bedroom, she calmly removed her bra and tamed to show him her breasts. He grunted aloud and reached for them as she came to him. The man groaned again as the big beauties slipped easily under his rubbing hands and beads of perspiration stood, out on his forehead.
"I wish my breasts were as firm as hers," Shirley told him. "I'm afraid old age has softened them," she lied as she turned her back to him and unhooked her bra.
When she turned to face him, smiling, her firm breasts jutted as boldly as her daughter's and drew another gasp from the man.
He played with her breasts for a little while; then she smiled and took his hands off them. There was a brief period of silence as Shirley went to her daughter and they whispered while the man waited expectantly; then woman and girl stood side by side, their backs to him, and slowly pushed their panties down.
As the four magnificent cheeks and two deep, smooth cracks were bared, Ron felt his penis throbbing and felt the danger that he would go off in his pants and ruin an exciting opportunity. They both kicked their panties off and returned to him.
"We'll help you undress," Sheryl told him. Their hands moved over his clothes with exciting smoothness until there were no clothes left and the hands were on his body. One hand held his stiff organ while the other three roamed gently from shoulders to thighs as the pair of nudes whispered erotic promises of what was to follow.
"Look, before we get into bed," he said, his voice rough with desire, "how about you two putting on a show for me. Christ, I'd love to see the two of you squirming together, naked like that."
"Please, Roy," Shirley said in a scolding tone, "we are mother and daughter, after all. We do swing with other women, but it wouldn't be proper for us to do that sort of thing to each other."
"That's right," Sheryl agreed. "Mother never touches me, except when she decides I've been naughty and gives me a spanking."
"Come on, you have to be kidding," he protested.
"Not at all," Shirley assured him. "In fact, speaking of her being naughty, look what she's done to you."
"Sheryl," she said in a stern, scolding tone, "you shouldn't play with the gentleman's hard cock like that. Just look, you've made him spill some of his cream. You know his cream should be saved for your cunt or mouth, not for your hand."
"I'm sorry, Mummy. I didn't mean to make him leak."
"Sorry isn't good enough, my girl. I'm going to take you over my lap and teach your bottom a little lesson. Come on. Come to me this moment," she concluded as she sat on the armless chair and patted her thighs.
Protesting and pleading, her tone girlish, Sheryl went to her mother and, seconds later, was lying over her firm, warm thighs, her lush bottom beautifully presented to be spanked.
"Isn't this a darling ass to spank?" Shirley asked the man, as her right hand toyed with it, patting and rubbing. "It's no wonder I spank her so often. Have you ever watched a young lady having her bare behind spanked by her mother?"
"I've never seen a young lady having her behind spanked by anyone," he told her. "I have a feeling it's going to be very exciting. Are you really going to spank her?"
"Just watch and decide for yourself whether or not I'm really spanking this luscious ass," she told him, then raised her right hand and began spanking.
The first loud slap of her hand on a firm buttock told the man that it was very real spanking indeed. Her hand continued to slap and warm color spread over both the twitching buttocks of the sobbing girl. When pink began to turn to red, Sheryl's sobbing became crying, her lovely legs kicked furiously and she rubbed over her mother's thighs, her breasts swaying madly as the man panted and his erection throbbed and twitched with wild arousal.
"There," Shirley sighed as she rested her right hand on a hot, smooth nether cheek, "I think that should do it Care to feel how hot her asscheeks are?"
"Jesus, you really gave it to her," the man commented as he hurried to feel Sheryl's bottom with both hands. "I damn near went off in the air watching. Won't she be mad? I mean that was a hell of a spanking."
"Are you kidding?" Sheryl asked, her wet eyes shining as she squirmed off the woman's thighs and stood rubbing at her tingling buttocks with both hands. "Christ, what a yummy spanking that was. I'm so horny now I could rape little altar boys by the dozen."
As though to prove her point, she wrapped her arms around the man and rubbed her belly against him as she urged him to take her to bed.
"Do you like to be sucked?" he whispered.
"Oh Jesus, yes," she panted, "especially right after a spanking like that. As hot as my asscheeks are, she made my cunt even hotter. It may bum your tongue when you go down on me."
They hurried to the bed together, he took her in his arms and they kissed passionately; then he was kissing other, softer lips as she lay with her crotch wide open and he filled it with his face, his greedy mouth sucking as she squirmed and groaned in ecstasy.
Orgasm came quickly and was delightfully strong and long lasting. While the last little tremors were still causing her to jerk the man moved up on her and pushed his strong erection hurriedly into her wet slit.
"Oooh, yes, feed it to me, lover," she groaned, and her behind jerked upward. "Stuff me full of that great big cock and fuck me out of my mind."
And then he was pumping in her crotch, riding hard, delighting her as he delighted himself. But arousal had been too much and too long so that, long before he wanted to, the man felt his explosion building and then he was panting and gasping for air as his body jerked in her hot crotch and he pumped his strong charge into her as she crushed him with strong arms and legs.
The man was in no hurry, so they poured drinks and chatted, the subject strictly sex and pleasure. All were agreed that it would be interesting if he could get another erection and enjoy a second round.
"Are the spanking roles ever reversed?" Ron asked. "Does beautiful daughter ever spank naughty Mummy?"
"It has been known to happen," Shirley replied, "but it's a dangerous game. Spanking is exciting and we could forget that we are mother and daughter. I'd be very angry with myself if that ever happened."
"Fair enough," he agreed, "but if there happened to be a man on the scene and if he happened to have a stiff, throbbing cock at the ready, then that danger wouldn't really exist, would it?"
"Now that you mention it," Sheryl broke in, "it sounds like a great idea. Your poor bottom is so white and cool-looking, Mother. Wouldn't you like me to spank some nice, tingly roses into your cheeks?"
As she talked, Sheryl reached for the man's organ and felt signs of recovery there. The sight of her spanking her mother should complete its recovery, she knew.
"All right," Shirley agreed, "but there will be a price."
"Name it," Ron told her.
"Well, if I took a spanking, it would sting plenty and make me cry. I'd want something to cheer me up. Something like watching our reflection in a mirror while you lie on your back with your cock stiff and straight up. In that same reflection, I see Sheryl sitting on you with her juicy little cunt riding down your pole, and I see me sitting farther up on you so that you can play with my red hot asscheeks and suck my cunt. How does that grab you?"
"Right by the balls, Shirley, and it feels lovely. I think I'm going to be a whole new man after this evening is over. Do you realize that until I lapped Sheryl, just a while ago, it had teen, about fifteen or twenty years since I ate a cunt? I'd forgotten how great it was. Christ, imagine lapping a young beauty and her beautiful mother in the same night, fucking one and sucking the other at the same time. Speaking of stiff pricks, take a look at this," he told her as he made his stiffly erect organ twitch for them.
"Come to me, naughty Mummy," Sheryl said as she sat on the chair her mother had used and patted her thighs in invitation.
Shirley went to her and they played their exciting little game in which she took a scolding and pleaded to be spared a spanking; then she was sobbing and wriggling her lovely bottom as she lay across the waiting thighs of her daughter.
While she continued scolding, Sheryl played with the plump, firm buttocks of the woman, rubbing them teasingly, making her and Ron, anxious for the actual spanking to get started.
And then it did and Sheryl and her mother turned, in another magnificent performance. She spanked as hard as Shirley had done and her efforts were rewarded as smooth firm nether cheeks turned from white to pink to exciting red while the woman squirmed and cried, her legs kicking more than they really needed to, but adding to the thrill for the audience of one.
And then the spanking was finished and Ron joined Sheryl in admiring and fondling Shirley's lovely red bottom.
"You know," he mused aloud as he parted the hot cheeks and stared into her crack, "I've never wanted to ass-fuck anyone, but right now I'd love to get my cock up her asshole and work it in and out until it went off there. Jesus, what a beautiful, exciting sight."
"Come on," Sheryl said as she eased her mother off her lap, "let's get to the bed before that cock of yours explodes and splatters cream all over the ceiling."
As Shirley got to her feet, she wiped her wet eyes with the backs of her hands, then rubbed her hotly tingling buttocks with both hands, sighing as she did, the heat in her crotch fully matching that which she felt under her rubbing hands.
Ron quickly got onto the bed and lay with his legs close together, his penis jutting like an erotic beacon. Without wasting any time, Sheryl mounted him and lowered her body to him, impaling herself on his strong organ as they both groaned and she let herself slide slowly down, thrilling to the feel of his erection pushing into her.
Smiling hotly, Shirley knelt astride the man's face and smiled down at him.
"Like the view from down there?" she asked.
"I love it. Bring it closer anytime you're ready," he invited her.
"I'll bring it closer, lover," she told him. "I'll deliver my hot cunt right to your mouth. When I do that, take a firm grip on my hot asscheeks and show me how to eat cunt and massage ass at the same time. Jesus, this looks great," she added as she turned to her right where she saw the whole scene reflected in the big mirror that stood above the wide vanity and had been tilted downward.
With a sigh, Shirley lowered her body until she felt her vulva touch his lips. At the same time, his hands gripped her tingling nether cheeks and his tongue went up into her slit and he began lapping.
Sheryl saw and heard what was happening at the other end of the man and she began slowly posting him with the grace of a skilled equestrienne, her lovely body riding slowly up and down, lovely breasts bobbing and swaying.
Too polite to attempt to talk with his mouth full, Roy went on lapping the squirming woman and fondling her delightfully hot, silken buttocks. She sighed and kept rubbing very gently as lust took complete control of her and she anticipated an orgasm which she guessed would be sensational, to say the least.
When it swept over her, it was all of that and more and her hot, wet crotch gave the man a delightful massage as his hands gripped her more tightly and he encouraged her to keep on rubbing even when climax passed and she would have stopped.
After a little while, Shirley dismounted and saw that Sheryl was just resting on the man with his hard tool still buried in her body.
"Too tired to work, dear?" Shirley asked with, a grin.
"Not at all, dear. I've just been thinking that I've already had one fuck and you haven't. Care to take over? He's still beautifully hard."
"Love to," Shirley replied, eagerly, as she Sheryl raised slowly and produced squishing sound as she pulled off his throbbing, organ. Her crotch and inner thighs were wet and warm as she put a hand there to feel; then, when she found how nice it felt, she knelt beside the man and kept her hand there, a finger finding her clitoris and stroking it excitingly.
She watched her mother squat over the man and let herself down slowly, her vulva going right to the target as she squirmed until his erection went up her slit, untouched by human hand.
"He's hard as a rock, darling," Shirley told her daughter. "That little cunt of yours works such magic. It feels at least a foot long."
"Why not let me do that for you, Sheryl," the man suggested as he watched her masturbating finger.
"Hell, why not?" she said as she moved closer, took her finger out of her slit and felt his replace it. The man had a nice touch and he fingered her excitingly while she watched her mother ride the slippery pole until, with a broken groan, the man told her he was getting close.
Shirley rode more slowly then, but still it was not long before the man was panting and gasping as she pushed all the way down on him and her warm behind squirmed as he pumped his semen into her churning depths.
As she rested, she watched her daughter climaxing as the stroking finger triggered her; then she decided it was such a good idea that she did it herself as she squatted on the man, his spent tool still soaking in the warmth of her vagina.
CHAPTER XIV
Kevin had broached the subject tentatively during his first visit to Sheryl's apartment and she had been most encouraging in drawing him out. Gradually, the whole story came out.
He was a rather plump, smooth-skinned man in his late twenties. His wife, a big woman, was in her mid-forties and wealthy. She had married him as a toy, a plaything to amuse her.
"She likes to dress me in girls clothes and beat me and make me cry," he told Sheryl as confidence grew and he saw that she was definitely interested and not at all revolted.
"She beats me, then makes me do all lands of things to show that I'm submissive, things like licking her cunt and between the cheeks of her ass and sucking her toes with her nylons and things like that."
"It sounds like fun, Kevin, but where do I come in? I get the impression that she can look after you pretty well without any help from me."
"Sure, but that isn't the problem. She wants to try playing the other role, the submissive one, but she wants some outsider to do it, not me. She has me so trained, I agree with her that it could spoil things if she let me be boss even once. Besides, she thinks it would be fun if you, of someone else, worked us over together. When I told her all I had heard about this beautiful girl of just sixteen who was a sex expert, she got excited. It got her more worked up than I ever saw her. You'll let us come here, or come to our house and do it for us?"
"Of course. I'd prefer that it be here, it's very private and we can do anything we want. Now, shall I give you a little spanking before you leave so you'll have a red bottom to show her?"
"Oh yes," he said, eagerly, "and then, after you make me cry enough, would ... would you jerk me off?"
Smiling, she went to her dresser, picked up a wooden-backed hair brush and watched him tremble as he walked to her, naked, his penis throbbing. Taking him over her lap, she began spanking him and did not stop until his behind was fiery red and. he cried loudly.
She had him stand then and stood behind him. Taking his penis in her right hand, she jerked his bone smoothly and it was not long before he was gasping and groaning as she caught his spurting semen in her left hand. When she had taken all he had to give, she had him turn and rubbed the fluid all over his hot buttocks, then had him get his clothes on and leave, the date and time set for his visit with his wife.
When the time came and she opened the door to admit them, Sheryl had to fight to keep from trembling visibly. She read excitement on their faces and knew it was going to be wildly exciting.
The woman, Ruth, stood about five-ten and was built appropriately, big without being fat. They chatted over a round of drinks, established the ground rules, then it was time for action.
Standing, Sheryl removed her dress and wore a stem expression as their eyes moved appreciatively over her.
"I want you both to understand right from the start," she told them firmly, "that I am to be obeyed in my every command. You're already in trouble and will be punished severely, but god help you if you forget to obey me. Is that very clear?"
"Yes," they mumbled together; then Sheryl ordered them to follow her to her bedroom where she sat on an armless chair and called the man to come to her.
"Take down your pants and let me see if you remembered to dress as you were told," she snapped and he obeyed at once.
When his pants were lowered almost to his knees, she saw that he wore pale blue nylon panties, a garter belt and sheer nylons. Her hand closed around the form of his very hard penis.
"I did not give you permission to get a hard-on," she told him in the same stern tone. "How dare you."
"I'm sorry," he stammered, "I couldn't help it."
"You're going to be much sorrier," she told him. "Take off all your male clothing and stand to my left."
And then the woman was commanded to stand before Sheryl and hold her dress up to her waist She had big, smooth, firm-looking thighs and her tummy stretched the sheer nylon panties, though not as much, as her buttocks did.
"I said to your waist," Sheryl snapped, and slapped her hard on the left buttock, drawing a little gasp of surprise from the woman who jerked her dress up until her breasts stopped it.
"That's better," Sheryl told her as she fondled the seat and crotch of the woman's panties, then took them down and went back to explore her crotch and buttocks with both hands. It caused the woman to tremble and squirm and sent passion flaring more hotly 'through Sheryl's body.
"You like having your cunt played with, do you? Well tell me how you like this," she said as she gave the woman a stinging spank. "Well, answer me, how did you like it?"
"Oh, it stung. You spank so hard."
"Do I really? My, what a surprise. Kevin, come here and take your wife's dress off."
As the man hurried to do so, Sheryl saw him trembling with excitement, noted how his erection strained, the front of his sheer panties and that there was a spot of moisture on the nylon where he had oozed a little semen in his arousal.
He removed his wife's dress, then, on command, took her bra off as well. Her breasts were big, but lacked the firmness Sheryl would have liked to see.
"I'm going to warm her big ass for her, Kevin," Sheryl told him, "But first, I want you to give her tits a good sucking. Make those nipples stand out. Make her squirm."
Closing his mouth around one big breast, Kevin began sucking it, but he sucked without the lust he had displayed previously when sucking Sheryl's.
"Stop it," she snapped. "Do you call that tit sucking. Watch me, I'll show you how to suck tits, you lazy cocksucker."
Taking one of the woman's breasts in two hands, Sheryl fed it into her mouth and sucked so hard she made the woman groan. When she released it, Sheryl was pleased with the way a hard-looking nipple stood out.
"That's the way a tit should be sucked," she told the trembling man. "Before I give you another chance," she went on, "I'm going to punish you for lazy sucking. Come and turn your ass up over my lap."
Picking up her hair brush from the vanity, Sheryl sat on the chair and he went to her. When she told him to, he pushed his panties down, looking very feminine as he did it, despite his surging penis which swayed strongly.
Taking him on her lap, she adjusted his position, took a long look at his puffy, feminine-looking behind, then she began spanking. She smacked hard with the back of the brush until his behind glowed hotly and he was crying loudly, legs kicking, stiff penis rubbing against her.
"This won't make as much noise," she told him as she turned the brush in her hand, "but I think I'll like it."
Sheryl brought the brush down in a quiet spank, hard bristles biting into a tender buttock, but while the spank was quiet, his girlish cry was anything but.
"My, look at all the little red dots that made. Just lie there while I do the same to your other cheek. There," she said with a grunt as she delivered another spank, "that does look so exciting. Now go suck your wife's tits and it had better be good."
Crying softly, the man got off her lap and, without pulling his panties up, went to his wife, whose eyes were shining with excitement. As he reached for a breast, he was stopped by a word from Sheryl.
"In learning anything," she told him, "one should start at the bottom and work up. Ruth, bend over and, put your hands on the bed. That's it. There, your big ass is really well presented. Now, Kevin, get your face between those big cheeks and suck her hole. If I'm not satisfied with the way you do it, your ass will pay the price. Have you ever sucked her ass before?"
"N ... no," he stammered.
"Well you're going to now. Get going and make It very good or else."
Dropping into position behind the arched behind of the woman, Kevin gripped her hips tightly, took a deep breath, then pressed his face between the massive cheeks and began sucking. The sounds that came from Ruth told Sheryl that he was sucking well and she was enjoying it.
"Use your tongue now," Sheryl told him. "Lick that little pink ring and curl your tongue right into it. Do it well or turn up your ass for another spanking."
Ruth shuddered and kept groaning, assuring Sheryl he was doing a good job.
"All right, that's enough. Ruth enjoyed that too much. I'm going to punish her for enjoying having her ass sucked and tongued. Come here, Ruth and tell your big, white asscheeks to get ready to burn."
Her heavy breasts bouncing, the woman came and lay-across Sheryl's thighs, her body rubbing in anticipation, even though she was already sobbing as she waited for the stinging kiss of the wooden-backed brush. When it came, she gave a loud cry and went on crying as the brush went on rising and falling, producing an excitingly loud sound each time it visited a plump buttock.
"There, that should do for now," Sheryl said with satisfaction as she put the brush down and rubbed a hand over the red hills, delighting in the way the woman kept crying softly and rubbing over her thighs.
"Now that you've both had your first lesson," Sheryl said as the woman stood rubbing her tingling buttocks, "I am going to put you both to the test. Kevin, you take my bra and panties off, then go down on me and suck my cunt. Lap me until I come and you'd, better not take too long at it or I'll play a hot tune on your ass with my brush."
Eagerly, he removed her bra and Sheryl saw his wife staring at her lush breasts. Her panties went next, then she was lying across her bed while the man knelt on the floor and lapped her. He did it well and it was not long before she was writhing in orgasm.
"Now, Ruth," she said as she sat up, sighing, "I want another cunt lapping. This time, you'll do it."
"Oh my god. I've never done anything like that. I'm afraid. I've never touched a woman."
"Suit yourself, Ruth. Either get your face into my hot juicy crotch or bring me my hairbrush. I think you know what I'm going to do with it."
The woman hesitated, gave a little cry, then went to the bed. With a little sigh, Sheryl fell back, opened her crotch wide; then, after yet another pause, the woman cried a soft, trembling cry, and went down on her ... After a few seconds, her tension passed and she obviously enjoyed what she was doing. After sucking for a little while, she sent her tongue to Sheryl's clitoris and, lapped it well. There were mingled cries and groans as Sheryl achieved orgasm.
Later, when Sheryl decided to beat the couple again, she had them stand facing each other, then had Kevin put his hard penis between his wife's thighs and told her to press her thighs together to keep it there. Picking up the man's belt, she informed them that she was going to strap them until he ejaculated.
"I'd suggest you do some rubbing to get that cream shooting between your thighs," Sheryl said as she laid the belt stingingly across the woman's buttocks, then did the same to him.
She delighted in watching them squirm as she went on strapping the two behinds, until, with a series of grunts, Kevin went off.
"Oohhh, my thighs are all wet and sticky," the woman said-later, "but it was such fun."
The whole evening had been so much fun for the couple that they became regular clients and Sheryl constantly devised new and interesting methods of punishing and humiliating them.
As her fame spread, Sheryl's income rose to astounding figures. Most of it, she invested quietly in Mexico without the annoying detail of income tax, and when she was still in her early twenties, she was wealthy enough to retire.
She didn't though, for the simple, reason that she was in love with her work just as her mother was with hers.