It was Thursday evening, and the Maitland family had just finished eating dinner. They sat at the kitchen table.
There were four of them: Jeff Maitland, husband and father; Glynis Maitland, mother and wife; and their children, Lori and Stevie.
Lori was sixteen. She was short and busty. She was five feet four, and had a classic hourglass figure. She was a child, but she had the body of a desirable woman.
She wore a fluffy pink sweater and blue jeans. Her feet were bare. She had brown hair, a heart-shaped face, hazel eyes, a small, upturned nose, and wide lips. Her hair tumbled in a mass of curls to her shoulders.
Her breasts were plump and heavy. They were soft masses of flesh which strained against the front of her sweater.
Designer jeans hugged her body. They were skin-tight. The denim fabric was molded to the folds of her crotch, and the splendid rounded swellings of her buttocks.
She had barely touched her food. She was glum and worried. She leaned her elbow on the table, and rested her head on her hand. She picked at her mashed potatoes with a fork.
Glynis, her mother, began clearing the table. She was in her early forties. She was big-boned and buxom.
Glynis had an oval face, framed by short, neatly coiffed brown hair. Her eyebrows, arched and dark, were knitted into a frown that made a straight line across her forehead.
She was five feet seven. She had wide shoulders, voluptuous breasts, a thick middle, and broad, matronly hips.
She wore a short-sleeved white blouse and a gray skirt which came below her knees. She had strong legs with surprisingly thin ankles.
The blouse was semi-transparent, and the lacy white bra she wore beneath it could be seen. The skirt was tight across her bottom, and her buttocks stretched the fabric taut.
An apron with a ruffled flounce along the hem was tied around her waist. She moved around the table, clearing the plates.
She hovered over Lori. "Is that all you're going to eat?"
"Not hungry," Lori mumbled.
"Hmmmph! I shouldn't wonder!" She picked up Lori's plate, and added it to the top of the pile.
She made angry, rattling sounds as she scraped the food scraps off the plates and into the garbage. She loaded the dirty dishes into the washer.
Lori said, "Can I be excused, Mom?"
Jeff, her father said, "No, you may not be excused, Lori. Stay here and help your mother do the dishes."
"I'll do them myself, thank you very much," Glynis said. "Let the girl go to her room, so she can think about what's coming to her. Stevie can help me with the dishes."
"Aw, Mom!" Stevie groaned. "Why do I have to do 'em?!"
"Because I say so, that's why," Glynis snapped.
"Do I have to, Mom? There's a sports show I want to see, and--"
Glynis said, "Unless you want to get the same thing as your sister, you'd better button your lip, little man."
Jeff said, "Mind your mother, and do as she says, Stevie."
"Heck!"
Lori said, "Can I go to my room, Mom?"
"Yes, you may go," Glynis said. "But there's to be no watching television, no playing your radio, and no talking on the phone. You're being punished, young lady, and don't you forget that."
"How could I?" Lori asked.
"And mind your sass, or I'll take down your pants and take you over my knee and give you what's coming to you right now!"
"What am I supposed to do, then?"
"You could try doing your homework, for a change."
"Don't have any."
"Then pick up one of your schoolbooks, and study a subject that you're not doing well in," Glynis said.
"Like all of them," Stevie said. He was two years younger than his sister. Unlike Lori and Glynis, who were wide and full-bodied, he was tall and thin and somewhat gawky.
Glynis said, "That's quite enough out of you, young man!"
Lori pushed back her chair, and exited the kitchen. She climbed the stairs to second floor, then went down the hall to her room.
She could hear her parents talking in the kitchen. She closed her door. It didn't have a lock.
Her room was large and airy and very cozy, but she felt uncomfortable and ill at ease. She threw herself on her bed, knocking some oversized stuffed animals to the floor.
She rolled on her back and put her hands behind her head. Her plump breasts rose and fell as she breathed slowly.
She wished she could take a nap, but she wasn't sleepy. She rolled and tossed and turned, and finally sat up.
There was nothing for her to do but wait. After about a half-hour, she heard her parents coming up the stairs.
There was a hollow feeling in her stomach, and she bit her lip.
Her parents entered her room without knocking. Jeff, her father, was roughly the same age as Glynis. He was a middle-management executive for a big corporation.
He was big and meaty. His shoulders were broad. His face was wide, with bushy eyebrows. His hair was gray at the sides and thinning on top, showing a lot of his rounded, shining forehead. He had a comfortable paunch which swelled out the front of his trousers.
He and Glynis came in Lori's room. Lori sat up straight on her bed, and put her feet on the floor. The carpet tickled her bare soles.
Glynis shut the door. She had left her apron downstairs. She folded her arms across her heavy breasts.
Jeff frowned, then cleared his throat. "I'll get right to the point, Lori. Your mother tells me that while she was cleaning out your room today-"
"Snooping, you mean," Lori said.
"That's enough of that kind of nonsense, Lori," Jeff said. "Don't make things worse for yourself."
"I'm sorry, Daddy."
"You owe your mother an apology, not me."
Lori didn't say anything.
Glynis tapped her foot on the floor. "Well? I'm waiting, Lori."
"Sorry, Mom," Lori muttered.
"That didn't sound very sincere."
Jeff said, "Your mother tells me that you had some of my pills hidden in your drawer."
Jeff had a lot of tension on his job, and couldn't sleep at night sometimes. So his doctor had prescribed a mild sedative.
Lori found that if she took three or four of the little yellow pills at once, they made her feel good-all lazy and dreamy and floating. So she had "borrowed" some of the pills from the big bottle hidden in her father's closet.
Jeff said, "I take this very seriously, Lori. You've done a number of things that are just downright wrong."
"First of all, those pills are medicine. They're not supposed to be taken for fun, for 'kicks'. They're a strong drug, and not to be abused."
"Even worse than that is the fact that you stole them. That was a sneaking and underhanded act. You should be thoroughly ashamed of yourself."
Lori said, "I am, Daddy. Really. I know it was wrong, what I did, and I won't do it again, I promise."
"That's all very well and good for the future. But you still have to be punished for what you did."
"What are you going to do, Daddy?"
Jeff said, "You're grounded for this weekend, of course."
"Grounded!" Lori groaned. "Oh, no!"
"And maybe next weekend, too," Glynis added, "if your attitude doesn't change, and you don't start shaping up. Also, for the rest of the week and the weekend, there won't be any talking on the phone to Sue and Chris, there won't be any television, and there won't be any playing of your stereo."
Lori made a sour face, but kept her comments for herself.
Jeff said, "You know how I feel about kids and drugs, Lori."
"Yes, Daddy."
"I said that if I ever caught any of my kids fooling around with the stuff, I'd take a strap to them!"
"But, Daddy, it's not like they were real drugs!"
"They are real drugs, young lady. They can only be gotten through a doctor's prescription."
"But I mean, they're legal! Not like pot or stuff like that!"
Jeff said, "As far as I'm concerned, they're all the same-poison."
"Besides," Glynis said, "going into Daddy's closet and stealing them is something that you must be punished for."
Jeff said, "You're going to get a strapping, Lori."
"Daddy, no!"
"I don't generally hold with corporal punishment, but this is so serious that I'm afraid it's the only thing that will teach you a lesson."
Lori stood up. Her face was red. "Daddy, I'm being grounded and everything! That's enough, isn't it?! Don't strap me, too!"
Glynis said, "You're not going to talk us out of this, Lori. Your father and I are in complete agreement."
"Mom, I'm too old to be spanked!"
"Your childish behavior demonstrates that a spanking is just what you need!"
Lori balled her hands into fists, and stamped her foot. "This isn't fair!"
"Throwing a temper tantrum won't help you, young lady," Glynis said. "Your protests are only making it worse for you."
Lori fell silent. She was fuming.
Glynis said, "Will you get your belt, Jeff?"
"Surely. I'll be right back, dear."
Jeff returned in a moment. He carried a thick black leather belt.
Lori said, "You're not going to use that on me, are you?! Can't you just spank me by hand, or with a brush?!"
"Not this time, young lady," Glynis said. "You won't be getting off that easy."
Glynis sat down on Lori's bed. Her feet were on the floor. The soft mattress sank under the weight of her body.
She said, "Try and take your punishment like a big girl, Lori. Show some maturity."
Lori said sullenly, "You're just going to do what you want to do anyway, so go ahead and do it."
"That attitude of yours is one of the reasons you're being punished this way, Lori," Glynis said.
Glynis told the girl to come to her. Lori went to her, and stood a few feet away, facing her. Lori's head was bowed, and she looked at her feet.
Glynis said, "It's been a long time since you've had a whipping, Lori. Maybe that's part of your problem. You got too big for your britches. Well, I'm sure you remember how it's done. Take down your pants, and get over my lap."
"My pants!" Lori gasped. "Oh, no!"
"Oh, yes," Glynis said. "Come now, get a move on. Stalling won't save you from a strapping, so you might as well get it over with."
"But you're not going to spank me on my-my-my bare ass!"
"Yes, I am, and a lot harder than I planned to, unless you do what I say!"
Lori turned to her father. Her eyes were wide and moist. Her lower lip and chin trembled. "Daddy, do I have to do it this way?!"
"Do what your mother says, Lori."
"But, taking down my pants-I can't do that! I'm not a kid anymore! I'm all grown up!"
"Hah! That's what you think," Glynis said.
"I can't do it while Daddy is in the room," Lori mumbled.
"Yes, you can. You don't have anything that he hasn't seen before, child!"
"Mom, I can't!" Lori was close to tears. "Please, don't make me!"
"Lori, if you don't take down your pants, your father and I will take them down for you."
"I can't do it in front of Daddy!"
"Why not?"
"Because he's a man!"
"I'm your father, Lori," Jeff said.
"I'd be too embarrassed!"
"Good," Glynis smirked. "If it makes you uncomfortable, then perhaps you'll behave in the future so this won't happen again!"
Tears spilled from Lori's eyes, and rolled down her cheeks. She looked with silent appeal from her mother to her father, but neither of them showed the slightest sign of softening to her plea.
Lori's back was turned to her father. She fumbled with her belt buckle. Her fingers felt thick and clumsy. Her hands shook.
"Here, I'll do it," Glynis said.
She unbuckled the belt. Lori stifled a sob.
Glynis unsnapped the top of Lori's jeans, and pulled down the zipper.
She took hold of the jeans, and pulled them down off the teenager's waist. They slipped down her legs, and fell in a heap at her ankles.
Lori had a rounded bottom, and short but strong legs. Her thighs were wide, and her calves shapely. Her legs quivered.
She wore a pair of flowered, bikini-style panties. The soft cotton fabric was stretched taut over her curved buttocks.
The panties were very thin and scanty, and they left most of her bottom exposed. She had a dimpled, heart-shaped bottom, with twin globes of soft flesh split by a deep crack.
Glynis said, "We'll keep your panties on for now, to preserve your modesty. Now, get over my lap, where you belong."
She caught Lori by the wrist, and pulled her down over her lap. Glynis' lap was broad and warm. Her hips were wide.
She moved Lori into position. Lori hung face down over her knees. She still wore her pink sweater. Her breasts rested against Glynis' thigh. Lori's hair tumbled across her red face. It threw a veil over her eyes. She felt like she was ten years old again.
Glynis gripped the elastic waistband of Lori's panties. Lori squirmed and cried, "Mom, please, no!"
"Stop that!" Glynis cracked her open hand against Lori's bottom. Lori stopped struggling and lay still.
Glynis pulled down her daughter's panties, baring her behind. The buttocks were soft and smooth and rounded.
The room was dim. The only light came from a small lamp on the bedside night table. It cast a rich amber glow. Lori's bare flesh seemed to shine in it.
"Here you are, dear." Jeff Maitland handed the belt to his wife.
Glynis held it in her right hand. She doubled it over, for better, more solid impact.
She hooked her left arm around her daughter's waist, pulling the girl tightly against her.
She said, "I'm sorry to have to do this, Lori. I'm sorry, but you made me do it, with your misbehavior, your lying and sneaking and stealing!"
"Now, get ready," she said, "because I'm going to start your punishment."
Glynis raised the strap, and brought it down on Lori's buttocks. There was a loud, meaty sound as leather struck soft flesh.
Lori groaned and squirmed. There was a bright red rectangular patch across her buttocks, where the strap had struck.
Glynis proceeded to give her the strapping of her young life.
She was a big woman, with a heavy hand. Her breasts bounced and strained against her bra cups as she lifted the strap and brought it down again and again.
Lori tried to be brave. For the first five or six strokes, she clenched her teeth and screwed up her face and grunted every time the leather struck her.
The strap continued to beat red into her white buttocks. Lori squirmed and thrashed. Her breath came in shallow, frightened gasps:
Glynis halted at the tenth stroke. Lori hoped against hope that her punishment had ended. It hadn't. Glynis was just resting her arm. She was giving Lori a chance to recover from the effects of the strapping, but mercy wasn't her motive. She knew that the whipping would hurt more if she had a chance to recover every now and then.
Lori's resistance melted away when Glynis resumed the strapping. On the thirteenth stroke, she made a loud, wailing outcry.
Glynis and her husband exchanged glances. The strapping was getting through to Lori. Maybe now she would learn her lesson.
By the fifteenth stroke, Lori was kicking and struggling. Glynis warned her against it. Lori stopped for a moment, but as soon as the next stroke landed on her backside, she started trying to break free.
She was strong and healthy, but Glynis was much stronger, and had weight and experience on her side.
Still, she had her hands full. She said, "Hold her legs, Jeff!"
Lori was kicking. Jeff grabbed her slender ankles. The panties were rolled at the tops of her thighs, and he caught a glimpse of his daughter's hairy pussy.
He held her feet. Glynis told him to hold them on the floor. When he did so, she hooked her leg over Lori's ankles, and was able to pin the teenager's legs.
Glynis skirt had ridden high up on her thighs. Her thighs were strong and plump. She wore pantyhose. Lori could feel the heat of her mother's flesh through them.
Glynis was angry. She took out her resentments on Lori's behind. The strap was a blur of motion as it came down again and again.
Lori was hysterical. She begged her mother to stop. She shuddered whenever the strap lashed against her abused bottom.
Finally, after the twenty-fifth stroke, Glynis put aside the strap.
Lori wept. Her shoulders heaved with sobbing. Tears splashed down her face and spattered on the carpet.
Her bottom was bright red from the small of her back to the tops of her thighs. In some places, the smooth flesh was marked by blisters and welts. There were spots where the flesh was so red it was almost purple.
Glynis hugged her daughter. Lori gasped and flinched, thinking her mother was going to strap her some more.
Instead, the buxom matron smoothed her daughter's hair, and patted her back. "There, there, dear. It's all over. Don't be ashamed to cry. Cry as much as you want. That will make you feel better."
She held the girl for a moment, quieting her sobs. Lori sniffled and sobbed brokenly.
Glynis said, "Have you learned your lesson, Lori? Will you be a good girl from now on?"
"Yes, Mommy!"
"I hope so," Glynis sighed. "Now, get up, dear."
Lori climbed off her mother's knees. Her sweater had ridden upward, and her panties had rolled downward.
For an instant, Jeff could see Lori's pussy. For a young girl, she was thickly bushed. Her pubic hair was a black triangle of softly tangled curls in the center of her wide, lush hips. Her pussy lips were soft and fleshy.
Jeff stared at her. He licked his lips quickly, running the pink tongue tip across them. He caught a shred of flesh on his lower lip between his teeth, and worried it off.
His member quivered. He felt hot and cold at the same time. A chill ran up his spine, making him shiver.
His cock was hot. It jerked in the crotch of his trousers, quivered, stiffened, and grew. In seconds, it was a bulging erection which pushed out the front of his pants.
Lori wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. Glynis glanced at her husband, and saw what he was looking at.
"Cover yourself up, dear," Glynis said. She pulled up the front of Lori's panties, covering her pubic mound and patch of hair.
The panties were thin and skimpy. The hairs at the top of her bush could be seen.
Jeff's member throbbed. He blushed. His face became almost as red as his daughter's whipped bottom.
When he stood in profile, his erection made a glaring bulge. He turned and faced his wife and Lori, hoping his aroused condition would be less conspicuous.
Glynis' skirt had crept up to the tops of her thighs during the strapping. Her thighs were plump and meaty. Beneath her flesh-colored pantyhose, her wide hips were wrapped by a white girdle with stretch panels and lacy embroidery for decoration.
She primly pulled her skirt down to her knees, and stood up. A flash of motion caught her eye.
When Jeff returned with his belt, he had closed Lori's bedroom door behind him, shutting it tight.
Now, it was open a few inches, and Glynis had seen something, or rather, someone, behind it.
There was only one person it could be-her son, Stevie. He must be spying on his older sister's punishment.
Glynis decided that she would settle accounts with him later. For now, the best course was to pretend that she didn't see him.
She said, "Lori, go stand in the corner, with your face to the wall."
Lori shuffled across the room, dragging her feet, her head bowed. Fresh tears came to her eyes.
Glynis followed her. When Lori was in position, Glynis pulled down the panties, baring the whipped bottom once more.
Glynis said, "You can reflect on the error of your ways until bedtime. I'll be dropping in to check on you from time to time, so don't you dare move."
"I won't, Mom." Lori sniffled. She wiped her nose on the back of her hand.
Jeff picked up his belt. Glynis went toward the door. "Let's go, dear."
She reached the door ahead of her husband. She heard soft, frantic footsteps as Stevie dashed into his room.
Glynis smiled to herself. So her little boy thought that he was putting one over on her, hmmmm?
He would learn to his discomfort that that was not the case. Glynis promised herself that.
Still, she waited, pausing with her hand on the door knob until she was sure Stevie was in his room.
She opened the door. The hall was empty. She and Jeff exited Lori's room, shutting the door behind them.
Lori stood in the corner. Her tears were hot on her face. Her behind was even hotter. It hurt so much!
While Lori stood in the corner with her bottom bared, her best friend, Sue Stanton, was having her bottom bared, under much more pleasurable circumstances.
Sue was out with her boyfriend, Johnny. They were in his car, which was parked on a quiet, tree-lined side street.
It was a rainy fall night. The rain was soft and fine. The windows and windshield were fogged up. It was hot in the car, and getting hotter.
Sue was sixteen. She and Lori were in the same grade, and shared many classes together. They had been best friends for years.
Sue was tall and slender. She wore a pale blue sweatshirt, jeans, and a light jacket. The sweatshirt had an attached hood, and it was pulled up on Sue's head.
She had long, honey-blonde hair which brushed her shoulders. Her face was exquisitely shaped. Her forehead was smooth. She had pale blue eyes, a thin straight nose, and soft pink lips.
Her breasts were small but perfectly formed. They were high and firm. She didn't need to wear a bra, and she wasn't wearing one now.
Johnny was a senior at the high school. He and Sue were going steady. He was a star half-back on the football team.
He was muscular and athletic, with wide shoulders and well defined biceps. His hair was black and curly.
He wore a varsity jacket, a shirt, pants, and boots. The car engine was turned off, and he was parked under some trees at the far end of the street, where there weren't any houses nearby.
He and Sue had been necking for about a half an hour. That was why the windows were so steamy. They would get a lot steamier.
Johnny and Sue were in the back seat. His car, which his father had given him for his seventeenth birthday, had bucket seats. In the back seat, he and Sue could be together, without a stick shift getting in their way.
Sue sat on Johnny's lap. He leaned with his back in the right corner of the car. Sue's buttocks pressed against his groin.
Only the thin denim of their jeans separated their tenderest, most intimate parts. Johnny had an erection which was so hard that it hurt him.
Sue's arms were around his neck. They were kissing. Their mouths were open, and their lips were pressed together.
Johnny's tongue tasted her mouth. It was hot and sweet. Her tongue wrapped around his like a pair of snakes mating in a hot, dark cave.
He fondled her breasts. They were soft and yielding. He was tired of rubbing them through the sweatshirt she wore.
He raised the sweatshirt up her body, rolling it until it was over the tops of her breasts.
Sue made a murmured protest, but he kissed her harder.
He groped for her breasts as he kissed her. The breasts were warm and smoother than satin-softer than melted butter.
He squeezed and kneaded them. Her nipples, pert and pink, puckered and hardened.
He took a nipple in his fingers and rolled it.
He felt it throbbing.
He stopped kissing her. In the dimness of the darkened car, her breasts were white and pale.
He rubbed his face against them. Sue pulled his head against her chest, and ran her fingers through his hair.
His mouth was open, and hungry. He kissed a breast, then took the nipple in his mouth.
He rubbed her flat tummy. His hand brushed across the top of her jeans. He reached for the button and opened it.
He tugged at her zipper. It was stuck. Sue said softly, "Johnny, no!"
The zipper came loose. He pulled it down, then parted the flaps of her pants.
At first, he thought that she wasn't wearing panties. That made his cock throb and grow even stiffer.
Then he realized that she was wearing panties. They were cut so low that he hadn't seen or touched them when he first put his hand in her pants.
The panties were satin. They crackled and rustled softly when he rubbed his fingertips against them.
He moved Sue around on his lap. He parted her legs, so he could work down her pants and panties.
Sue said, "Johnny, don't. Please."
He put his hand inside her panties. His fingers touched the soft curls of her pubic bush.
Sue stiffened in his arms. "Johnny, please!"
"Come on, Sue!"
"You promised that you weren't going to do it again!"
"It will be better this time," he said.
"But I'm not ready!" Sue's older sister was married, and had bought a diaphragm for Sue and taught her how to use it. But Sue didn't have it in her tonight.
Johnny said, "I'll only do it for a little while, Sue."
She shook her head. "Uh-uh!"
"I'll pull out in time, I swear!"
"That's what you said the last time," she reminded him. "And then you came inside me anyway!"
"That was an accident, Sue, for Christ's sake!"
"I was so scared that I was going to get pregnant-"
"Yeah, but you didn't, so why make such a big deal out of it?" He stroked her pubic bush. "Please, Sue, I need it so much. Just let me touch it, that's all I ask."
"Oh, sure, sure."
"Honest. I'll only do it with my finger, that's all."
Sue peered at him in the dimness. "You promise?"
"I promise."
Sue parted her legs, and lifted her bottom off his lap. Johnny pulled her pants and panties down to her knees.
Sue's sweatshirt dropped back down to her navel. She was clothed, except for a bare section from her waist to her knees.
Johnny reached between her legs. Sue winced and cried, "Ow! Not so rough!"
"Sorry," he muttered.
Sue opened her thighs. He touched her pussy. The lips were soft and yielding. He rubbed them with his fingers.
Her buttocks were warm and white. They pressed against his taut, denim-covered thighs.
He slipped the first joint of his finger into her pussy. She was very tight. He wiggled it around. After a moment, her pussy walls moistened with juices.
That made it easier for his finger to penetrate her. He pushed it between her lips. Sue moaned, and clung tightly to his shoulders.
Sue gasped as he buried his finger in her up to the knuckle. Her muscular thighs flexed and quivered.
Johnny thrust his finger in and out of her. He did it very hard and fast. Sue moaned, more from pain than pleasure.
Johnny took his finger out of her. It glistened with her juices. He eased her off his lap, and on to the car seat.
Sue's naked buttocks pressed against the slick vinyl upholstery. "What are you doing?"
"I need you, honey." Johnny unbuckled his pants and opened them and pulled them down.
He wore white cotton undershorts. His erection bulged against the fabric, pushing it out of shape.
He pulled down his shorts. His penis was erect and quivering. It bobbed and jerked as it jutted upward from his hips.
He took her hand, and put it in his lap. "Sue-"
"Johnny, no! You promised that you weren't going to do it! You promised!"
"Just let me put it in you for a minute. Sue, please!"
"No!"
"Aw, fuck you, then!"
"Johnny!" Sue was shocked.
"This is getting to be a real pain in the ass, Sqe. You know what you are? You're just a fucking tease, that's all!"
He laughed bitterly. "No, let me change that. You're a tease, but there sure as hell ain't no fucking involved-not on your part! Well, the hell with it! I don't need to get the runaround from you! There's plenty of other girls in school that aren't as hard to get as you are!"
Sue touched his cheek. "Don't be mad, Johnny."
"I'm just not in the mood for anymore games, that's all."
Sue put her hand in his lap. Johnny was surprised. She groped for his cock, wrapped her fingers around it, and squeezed.
"Please don't be mad at me, Johnny," she said.
"I'm not mad, Sue. But I'm only human, and there's a limit as to how much I can take!"
Sue stroked his shaft. The fingers of her free hand, the one that wasn't gripping his cock, delicately fondled his swollen balls.
Sue rubbed and fondled him. After a moment, Johnny said, "Jesus, Sue, what are you doing to me?!"
His voice was breathless, and broke in the last half of the sentence.
Sue put her lips close to his ear. Her breath was hot and tickled him. She said, "You can't do it to me because I'm not prepared, Johnny. Besides, it wouldn't be very good, not in this cramped car."
"It would be good," he said weakly. She continued her sensual massage. He groaned, "Oh, Sue, Sue ... "
She said, "No, honey, it wouldn't be good. But there's other things we can do where there is no risk-things I can do to you, baby."
"Like what?"
Sue stuck out her tongue, and licked the inside of his ear.
Johnny felt like a live wire had been inserted in his ear. He squirmed and shivered and did everything but crawl out of his skin.
Sue put her hands on his shoulders. They were pale and elegant, with long fingers. They weren't strong, but Johnny didn't resist as she pushed him back into the seat cushions.
She put her hands on his thighs, and pushed them open. His cock stood up straight, and the swollen head brushed against his shirt.
It was tight and cramped in the back seat. Sue had to do some fancy contortions to get down on her knees on the floor of the car.
Johnny looked down at her. He couldn't believe his luck.
Sue rubbed and stroked his penis. She lifted his balls in the sac and put her hand under them so that they rested on her cool palm.
Her hood fell back. Her face was framed by straight blonde hair, thin and fine and parted in the middle.
Sue licked her lips, wetting them. She climbed up on the seat and lowered her head to his groin.
Her hair was like silk, and smelled sweeter than perfume. He gasped as it brushed across his swollen cock.
Sue gripped his member by the base and held it upright. She opened her mouth, and took the cock head between her lips.
Johnny was breathless with excitement. He had always dreamed of Sue doing this to him, but he had never even dared to ask her.
His eyes widened as she took his cock head into her mouth. She pressed kiss after wet kiss on his member.
She kissed the head, then stuck out her tongue and licked along the shaft. His balls became even harder and tighter in the sac.
She took him deep into her mouth. The cock head rubbed against the soft, sleek roof of her mouth.
Her tongue was live and moving under his cock. The broad flat part of the tongue rubbed against the sensitive underside of his shaft.
Johnny dug his fingernails into his palms to keep from crying out with pleasure. "Oh God, Sue-"
She bobbed her head up and down. Her lips were puckered and wet and slippery on the inside. They glided along on his shaft.
Sue sucked him wetly and sloppily. She was a novice at oral sex, but she more than made up for her inexperience by enthusiasm.
She moved her head faster and faster. Johnny groaned.
He wailed, "I'm going to come, Sue! I-"
Sue felt the cock quivering and jerking in her mouth. Johnny lifted his buttocks from the car seat, raising his hips, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth.
His cock head bumped against the back of her throat, choking her. The member filled her mouth.
Sue was afraid. She pulled her head back. His knobbed cock popped free from her wet lips.
She grabbed the shaft to stuff it back into her mouth. That final squeeze was all that Johnny needed to trigger his orgasm.
Semen gushed out of his cock. Sue was terrified that some of it would get on her clothes, and be a dead giveaway to her mother.
She made a little cry of dismay. She let go of the member. It spurted milky-white semen as it jerked and bobbed.
Johnny shuddered. He groaned as he came. His muscles tightened, then relaxed. He slumped back, his eyes all glazed and washed out, his mouth loose and slack.
Sue looked at her hands. She hoped she hadn't gotten any come on them. It didn't feel like she did. She wiped them against the car seat just to be sure.
Johnny sat up. His cock was oiled with semen. His pubic bush was matted with the stuff, and some of it had spilled on his jeans.
He said, "Christ, Sue, of all the times to pull away-"
"I'm so-Try, Johnny! But I didn't want to get any of your, your, you know. I didn't want to get any of that in my mouth."
"That's the way it's done, or hadn't you heard?"
"Well, you don't need to be sarcastic," she said.
"You're supposed to keep my thing in your mouth for the whole time, Sue."
"I did! Until I thought you were going to come, anyway."
"You should have left it in your mouth."
"What? You don't expect me to swallow that stuff?!"
"Exactly," Johnny said.
Sue gave a little shriek. "That's gross!"
Sue rose to pull up her panties. She had to stand. The car roof was so low that she had to bend at the waist and lean forward. Even then, her back scraped against the padded roof of the car.
She pulled up her jeans. Her panties got tangled up in them when she pulled the denims up to her waist.
Her panties were a thin, rolled wisp of fabric running across her crotch. They didn't cover her pussy or anything.
Sue couldn't be bothered with taking her jeans down so she could straighten out the panties. She was too mad.
She pulled up the zipper. Some of her pubic curls got caught in it. She gasped, lowered the zipper, held the jeans away from her hips, and pulled the zipper back up again. She buttoned the jeans closed, and sat down.
She was careful where she sat. She didn't want to sit down in a puddle of semen, and have it stain her jeans where she couldn't see it.
She felt around with her hands before resting her bottom on the car seat.
Johnny looked down at himself. He couldn't see much, not in the dark.
"Christ," he moaned, "what a fucking mess."
"Don't make a federal case out of it."
"Sure, it's easy for you to say!"
"You're such a big baby, really." Sue leaned over, and took her pocketbook from the front seat.
She opened it and took out a pack of tissues and handed it to Johnny. "Here."
"Thanks a heap."
Johnny flipped on the dome light. His cock was semi-erect and quivering. It lay across his thigh.
His cock was wet with semen. He cursed when he found a milky-white patch of the fluid on the front of his shirt.
He took handfuls of tissue, and blotted the semen off his cock. He wiped his belly clean, and blotted the semen stain off his shirt.
Sue had to fight to keep from laughing. But Johnny was really mad, and she knew that he would explode if she so much as giggled.
She said, "Come on, hurry up before somebody sees us!"
"Let 'em! Who gives a flying fuck, anyway?"
"I do."
"Hah! If there's one thing you don't give, it's a fuck, flying or otherwise!"
Sue frowned. She crossed her arms over her chest, and stared straight ahead. "You don't have to be insulting."
Johnny rolled down the window. The night air was cool and damp. It was refreshing to Sue after the overheated closeness of the auto interior.
He took the soiled tissues and threw them out the window. Sue shook her head disgustedly. "You are a slob!"
"What am I supposed to do?" he snapped. "Save 'em and paste 'em in my scrapbook?"
"You don't have to litter!"
"Aw, shut up!"
"Don't tell me to shut up!"
"Shut up."
"You better take me home, Johnny, and I mean right now!"
"Fuck you."
"That's one thing you won't be doing, I can promise you that!"
"That suits me fine!" He was shouting.
He pulled up his pants and buttoned them and got into the front seat. He said, "Come on."
"I prefer to sit back here, thank you very much."
"You're such a fucking asshole, Sue! I must have been an idiot to put up with your bullshit for so long!"
"Take me home. After that, you won't have to put up with me anymore."
"Great! That's the best thing I've heard all fucking night!"
He started the engine. It roared to life. His foot was heavy on the gas. He couldn't drive, though, because the windshield was so fogged up that he couldn't see out of it.
He sat there fuming while the defogger cleared off the glass. When the fog had been cleared off enough for him to see through the windshield, he stomped the gas pedal and burned rubber as he blasted out of that quiet street.
Ten minutes later, he braked to a screeching halt in front of Sue's house.
"Thanks," Sue said. "Why don't you wake up the whole neighborhood, while you're at it?"
"Why don't you stick your head up your ass? Come on, get out of the car. Maybe there's still time to save this night from being a total failure."
Sue climbed out of the back seat, and stepped down into the street.
Johnny said, "Good riddance! And don't hold your breath waiting for me to call you again, either!"
Sue held the door open. She leaned her head into the car. "Johnny."
"What?"
"The reason that I didn't want you to do it to me-the real reason, I mean-is that you just can't do it worth a damn! I need a real man, not a little boy like you!"
Sue slammed the door. Johnny burned rubber and took off at sixty miles per hour. The car fishtailed on the wet streets.
Sue went up the walk to her front door. Lights were going on all over the house.
Great, just great. Now she would have to undergo an inquisition by her mom and dad about all the commotion in front of the house.
Sure enough, she did. She had to waste a half-hour pacifying her parents.
Finally, she managed to escape to her room. She locked the door and rushed to the phone to call Lori and tell her everything that happened.
She was sure that Lori would be amazed that she had broken up with Johnny. Sue eagerly dialed Lori's number.
The phone rang, and rang, and rang, but no one picked it up at Lori's end. That was funny, because Sue was sure that Lori was home tonight, and it was much, much too early for her to be sleeping.
Back at Lori's house, in her room, the teenager was still standing in the corner with her face to the wall.
Her bottom ached her. She had tried rubbing it to make it feel better, but it didn't do much good. The hurt was beaten down deep into her flesh.
She kept looking over her shoulder. Her behind was bright red. There were blisters and welts on the plump globes of flesh.
She rubbed her fingertips lightly on the blisters. They were raised up from the surface. It hurt to touch them.
Lori was worried. It was taking a long time for the redness to fade. In fact, it didn't seem to have gotten any less red during the hours she had been standing here.
The phone rang, startling her. She didn't know that it was Sue, but of course it had to be one of her friends, since the call was coming in on her private phone, and not on the house phone.
It kept ringing. Lori was dying to answer it. She was just about to turn around and answer it, when the door opened.
She didn't know who it was. Thinking it might be her father or her brother, she covered her bottom with her hands as best she could, to preserve her modesty.
It was her mother. Glynis said, "Just let it ring, Lori. You can't come to the phone."
"Okay, Mom," she sighed.
Finally the phone stopped ringing. Glynis said, "You've stood in the corner long enough for tonight. Get cleaned up, and go to bed."
"Yes, Mom."
When her mother left the room, Lori stripped and put oh her night dress. The dress was soft and cuddly, but her bottom hurt so much that even having the softest fabric touching the beaten buttocks made them throb and ache.
She went to the bathroom and washed and went to bed. She turned out the lights and lay on her stomach.
Her bottom hurt so much that she couldn't fall asleep. She stayed up for the next two hours. She heard her brother and then her parents go off to bed.
Lori lay on her stomach in the dark. She had stripped off her gown, and lay naked between cool sheets.
She felt voluptuous lying stretched out on the bed. She wished that she was with a boy right now, a real handsome boy who would kiss the hurt out of her bottom and make her feel heavenly.
A boy, or, even better, a man. A man who would treat her like a real woman.
CHAPTER TWO
The next day was Friday, a school day.
Lori woke up very early, before dawn. Her bottom still ached. She rolled on her side and tried to go back to sleep.
She couldn't. She pulled the blankets up over her head, and snuggled into them. It was warm and cozy.
The rest of the family was sleeping. Even the birds hadn't begun to peep and chirp yet.
Lori touched her nipple. It puckered and hardened. She took it between her thumb and forefinger and rolled it around, until it got stiffly erect.
She squeezed it. That felt nice. It sent warm tingling currents running through her breasts and body.
She played with her nipples some more. It made her pussy feel all warm and wet. She closed her eyes.
She imagined what it would be like to be with a boy in bed. She was no virgin, but she hadn't had much in the way of real, solid experience.
She thought about some of the handsomest boys in school, and how she would like to be in bed with one of them-or all of them, come to think of it.
That made her giggle. Imagine being with a group of boys! That would be wild!
Then she started really thinking seriously about it. As her mind filled up with images of lust, her hand drifted down between her legs, as though it had a will of its own.
She knew one girl, Lydia Conklin, who had been with a bunch of boys. Of course, Lydia was a slut, and everybody knew it.
But she had spent one wild Friday night with the stars of the football team. They had gotten her drunk, not that they had to.
Lydia took them all on, and was begging for more when they were tired out. At least, that was the way that Lori heard the rumors.
But that was gross, really. Most of the jocks were like big, overgrown kids. Lori knew that for a fact, because she had been out on dates with a good many of them.
They were grabby and demanding. Their hands were all over her, just like an octopus. Lori was a good girl, not easy like Lydia, and she told the boys that.
Boys were dull. So unsophisticated. What Lori needed was a real, grown-up, loving man.
She thought about a man that she had a super crush on. He was Frank Lavery, the boys' gym teacher, and coach of the varsity football squad.
Now there was a man! He was a walking dream. He had a perfect muscular body and a ruggedly handsome head.
Lori felt wet in her pussy just from thinking about Coach Lavery. He was young, too, in his early thirties, not old and dried up like so many of her teachers.
She was lying on her side. She curled her legs, and slowly stroked her pussy lips with her fingers.
She wished that it was Mr. Lavery who was stroking her. Of course, he had a steady girlfriend-Miss Raynor, the girls' gym teacher
.at the high school.
Lori was jealous, but she had to admit that they made a perfect couple. They were both in top condition, and healthy as thoroughbred race horses.
Lori wondered if the two of them did it. She was certain that they did, but Mr. Lavery and Miss Raynor were very professional, and didn't let their romantic involvement interfere with their duties at the school.
Lori envied Miss Raynor. It must be wonderful to have a man like that, with all those good hard muscles, and broad shoulders, and hairy arms and chest....
She slipped her finger inside her pussy. She was quite wet now. Her finger easily penetrated her.
She wished that she had an older man for a lover-someone who would know what he was doing in bed, who could be both gentle and forceful.
If she ever met a man like that, she would know how to treat him. She would do anything he wanted, anything.
Her finger traveled up her slit, and rubbed her clitoris. It was a throbbing marble of flesh. It felt so good and so intense when she touched it, that Lori gasped.
It was hot under the blankets. There was sweat on her forehead, and her thighs were sweaty, too.
Lori moved her hips back and forth, like she was being fucked. She wished that she was being fucked.
The more she rubbed her clitoris, the less her bottom hurt her. It still throbbed, but now the throbbing soreness seemed to add to her pleasure.
Her finger speeded up its rubbing motion. She was very close to her climax now. She caressed her clitoris with quick, darting strokes of her finger.
Lori came. It made her shiver. She took an edge of the sheet in her mouth and bit down on it to keep from crying out.
She squeezed her eyes shut. She felt the outlines of her pussy blur in a hazy, floating ball of pure pleasure which pulsed between her legs.
She closed her thighs on her hand, pressing them against it. Her nipples were hard and pointed.
She orgasmed. It was sweet and fierce and fine.
When the last throes of the orgasm died away, and she had stopped trembling and gasping, Lori pulled the blankets down.
She sucked in a lungful of cool air. Sweat ran into her eyes, stinging them. She wiped them with the sheet.
She rolled on her back. She gasped as her bottom ached and throbbed again. She quickly rolled on her side.
Her breasts rose and fell as she breathed. When she inhaled, her plump breasts swelled against the blanket.
She looked at the alarm clock. She still had an hour-and-a-half before she had to get up and go to school.
She lay on her side with her eyes closed. She kept her wet hand between her legs.
She drifted off. As she fell asleep, she thought she heard some murmured noises coming from behind the closed door of her parents' room, at the opposite end of the hall.
It didn't matter. She fell asleep. But the action was just beginning in her mother and father's bedroom.
Jeff Maitland was dreaming. In his dream, Lori had done something very naughty, and had to be punished. He wasn't sure what she had done, but he knew that it was something very bad.
He was going to give her a spanking. But, in the dream, Lori was going to have to take her spanking without any clothes at all.
She came to him, shy but eager, his little girl. His hands trembled as he pulled her down on his lap.
Suddenly he was naked, too, and she was squirming and rubbing her bush against his groin.
Jeff woke up.
It was only a dream, he told himself, only a dream. He was lying in his double bed. Glynis' warm bulk was curled up next to him, and wrapped in blankets.
He was lying on his back. He opened his eyes. There was enough light to see by.
What a dream, he said to himself. Christ, I must be cracking up! What kind of dream is that for a father to have about his own daughter?
He realized that he was sweating. His hands trembled as he wiped the sweat off with them.
He wanted a cigarette to calm his nerves. Or a drink. Christ, yes, he needed a drink!
If there was any way possible to slip out of bed without waking Glynis, he would go down to the liquor cabinet in the living room and pour himself a good stiff shot of whiskey.
But that would be all he would need, to have Glynis catch him taking a drink at five thirty in the morning.
She was always nagging him that he was drinking too much, anyway. If she caught him doing that, he would never hear the end of it.
But he sure could use a drink.
He looked down the blanket. It bulged at his crotch. He realized that his cock was erect.
He put his hands under the blanket.
His penis was stiff. He felt it through his pajamas. It felt like a rigid rod of flesh. He squeezed it.
That felt good. He touched himself some more. He fumbled his member out of the hole for the fly in his pajamas.
His cock was thick and swollen. It was wide and quite large in diameter. It felt good to hold it and rub his palm against the sensitive node of flesh on the underside of his cock.
Glynis whispered, "Jeff? What are you doing?"
He froze, his hand still gripping his cock. His heart beat wildly. He hadn't known she was awake. She hadn't stirred or moved an inch.
He felt panicky and trapped. Suddenly he realized how ridiculous that was. After all, Glynis was no mind reader. She couldn't possibly know what he had dreamed about Lori-thank God.
Glynis rolled on her side, so that she faced him. Her eyes were still closed. "What are you doing, Jeff?"
"Nothing, honey."
"It didn't feel like nothing."
"I was just scratching myself."
"Oh?" She reached under the blanket, groping for his groin. Her eyes were still closed.
She put her hand on his hand, which was wrapped around his penis. Her fingers rubbed his swollen cock head.
Her eyes opened wide. She didn't seem the least bit sleepy. She smiled knowingly. "What kind of itch were you thinking of scratching, dear?"
Jeff's face reddened. "I woke up like this, honey."
"Hmmmm-must have been some dream."
"Yeah," he said, weakly. Inspiration struck him. "I was dreaming about you."
"You can do more than dream, dear."
She wore a sheer, lacy night dress. It had thin shoulder straps and a plunging neckline. The garment's hem came down to her ankles.
Her body was large and soft and fleshy. Her flesh seemed to radiate heat. Her breasts were like pillows, soft, infinitely smooth pillows, softer than satin.
Glynis pressed next to him, molding her body along his. She fondled his balls, and stroked his erection.
He said breathlessly, "Gee, honey, do you think we should? I mean, what if the kids wake up, or-"
"The door's closed and locked. They won't wake up, anyway. Besides, this it too nice to waste." She squeezed his cock to demonstrate what she meant.
Glynis pulled down the blankets. Jeff wore striped pajama bottoms, and a baggy top to match. His erect penis rose out of the hole in the crotch.
Glynis playfully slapped his hand away from his cock. "Don't touch. That's my property. That belongs to me."
Jeff took his hand away, and let it rest at his side. His quivering cock jerked and throbbed.
Glynis said slyly, "Tell me the truth, honey-were you playing with yourself?"
"Of course not!" he squawked.
"Shhh." She put her finger across his lips. "Now who's going to wake the children, hmmmm?"
In a lower voice, he said, "Where'd you get a crazy idea like that, Glynis? Can't a person touch himself without being accused of masturbating?"
She patted his forehead. "There, there, baby, don't get excited. I don't mind. I think it's kind of cute."
"Glynis, for God's sake, I wasn't--"
She silenced him with a kiss. Her lips were soft and full, but they were hard and demanding as they crushed against his.
Her hair tumbled down around his face. Her tongue was thick and fat and strong. It thrust into his mouth.
After a moment, she broke off the kiss. Jeff's cock was harder than ever.
Glynis said, "You just lie back there, and let me do everything."
Her plump hands slipped the straps off her shoulders. She pulled the lacy garment to her waist, freeing her breasts from the cups of the gown.
Her breasts were full and plump, a size 42-DD. Jeff swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.
He could never resist his wife's buxom breasts. They made him weak in the knees, and strong between the legs. And she knew it, too.
He lay on his back. She put her hands on either side of his head. She leaned forward. Her fat nipples grazed his face.
She lowered herself until her breasts pressed against his head. He put his face between the soft, ivory-white mounds.
She moved her upper body from side to side, rubbing the breasts against his face. They were heavy, and they slapped against his cheeks. He loved it, God, how he loved it.
He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. He raised his head and licked her right breast. His tongue left a glistening track of saliva on it.
Glynis laughed softly. She sat back, taking her breasts out of reach of his hot, hungry mouth.
He reached for her, to pull her down to him. She brushed his hands away, put her palms on his chest, and pushed down until he lay on his back.
"What a naughty boy you are," she chuckled. "Didn't I say that I would take care of you? Now, just lie back and enjoy yourself."
She knelt on the mattress. She pulled down his pajama bottoms. He raised his plump buttocks from the bed so she could work the pajamas down past them.
She unbuttoned his pajama top, and opened it, baring his chest. It was furred with black hair. His stomach was large and swelling.
She caressed his chest, running her nipples across it. She took a tiny pink nipple between her fingers and pinched it erect.
Glynis gathered up the hem of her night dress. The gown was semi-transparent, and her buxom body could be seen outlined against it.
She pulled the hem up, bunching it around her waist. Her thighs were plump and smooth. Her hips were wide and womanly.
She had a thick black bush. Her pussy lips were fleshy and rose-colored. Her skin was smooth and white as marble, but it was hot to the touch.
She straddled her husband's hips. She gripped his cock by the base, and held it upright. She guided it between her pussy lips, and sat on it.
Jeff gasped as she took him inside her. His cock was so stiff and aching, and her pussy was so wet, and hot as a furnace.
She took it deep inside her. She had given birth to two children, but her pussy was still tight, and clutched his penis against her slippery membranes.
She leaned forward, until his head was enveloped by her breasts. She cupped her right breast, and fed the stiff nipple into his mouth.
He sucked it greedily. She rocked her hips back and forth, creating a sensual friction as his cock rubbed in and out of her.
Her lush masses of flesh rippled and jiggled as she moved. The bedsprings creaked, and the mattress vibrated on its frame.
She moved slowly and sensually. She took him deep into her, so that his cock head bumped the mouth of her womb.
Then she would move back, and his cock would slowly glide out of her pussy, until only the knobbed head of it remained inside her.
Just when he thought he could stand it no more, she would once more move forward, taking his throbbing tool back into the wet oven of her pussy.
Jeff sucked her breast. His mouth and chin were wet. His lips made little squeaking and slurping sounds as they worked on her nipple. Her nipple was bigger than the first joint of his finger.
She moved back and forth, riding him expertly. Jeff closed his eyes, and moved in response to her thrusts and withdrawals.
His mind was in a different place. It was filled with images of Lori.
Lori, naked. Stark naked, stripped of her clothes by him. Her young body would be firm and taut, without an inch of sag or slack.
He would be stern but loving with her. He would show her how it felt to be a real woman. He would initiate his little girl, his darling daughter, into the splendid glories of sex.
But she might be a bad girl-disobedient. It might be necessary for him to take her over his knee, and spank her.
He wouldn't use a strap, not like Glynis had. That was too cruel. She needed correction, not brutality.
He would use his hand. He would spank red into her bottom. When he was done, she would be thoroughly chastised.
He would gather her in his arms. Her face would be wet from crying. He would hug her and sooth her and kiss the tears away.
And then, when Lori had stopped her trembling and her tears, he would gently ease her off his lap, and open his pants, and take out his erect cock, and he came.
Jeff couldn't hold back any longer. The combination of his erotic dream, his wife's skilled lovemaking, and the fantasies that percolated in his brain while was being fucked, caused him to lose control.
Semen erupted from his cock. Glynis sat on his shaft. She sat up straight, and cupped her breasts, pinching the nipples.
She had a strong vaginal grip. Her pussy membranes pressed against his spurting penis, milking every last drop of semen out of it.
Jeff's face screwed up with excitement. He almost made the biggest mistake of his life. His fantasy was so. real to him that he was just about to moan, "Lori, Lori!"
He caught himself in time, and practically bit down on his lip for fear of saying anything at all that might betray him.
Glynis sat on him. She pressed her thighs against his. Her eyes were closed. Her naked breasts trembled with her heavy breathing.
Finally, she opened her eyes and rolled off him.
They lay side by side for a quarter-hour, whispering endearments, fondling and caressing. Jeff got out of bed. He put on his robe, exited the bedroom, and went down the hall to the bathroom, to take a shower.
Glynis listened. When she heard the hiss and spatter of the shower spray, she rolled on her back and put her hand between her legs.
Making it with Jeff was nice, but she hadn't orgasmed. She didn't even come close to coming. Just when she was warmed up, and ready to go, Jeff was finished.
She finished the job with her fingers. His come oozed inside her, and made her fingers slippery as they slipped between her thick, soft labia and rubbed the clitoris.
She was a full-bodied woman with hot blood and raging desires, and her husband just couldn't satisfy them.
What she really needed was a young man, a very young man. Someone she could mold to her desires, and teach how to please a woman.
Her fingers raced over her pussy. The idea of initiating a young man, a boy, was throbbingly exciting to her.
And she didn't have to look far for such a youth. She didn't have to look any further than her son's room, down the hall.
That detonated her orgasm. It was hot and dynamic. She buried her face in the pillow to stifle her groan of ecstasy.
By eight o'clock that morning, Glynis could finally relax. She had gotten her children off to school, and her husband off to work.
She sat alone at the kitchen table, surrounded by dirty dishes. They could wait. She drank a cup of coffee and smoked a cigarette.
Lori was sullen, but very polite that morning. Instead of wearing jeans or tight pants, she had worn a skirt and blouse.
Glynis chuckled. It didn't take a detective to figure out why Lori preferred a loose-fitting skirt to stretched denim jeans which would hug her bottom.
She was sure that Lori's backside was so sore, she would be wearing skirts for the next week.
That pleased Glynis. She liked to see girls in skirts, rather than pants. It was more lady-like and refined.
She watched the trailing loops of smoke from her cigarette spiral up to the ceiling. Her mind was working at high gear as she hatched out the erotic plans she had been dreaming of for a long time.
It was a deadly dull school day for Lori. She couldn't even cheer herself up with the thought that it was Friday, since she would be grounded and stuck at home for the weekend.
She wore a red blouse and a blue plaid skirt and red knee socks. She wasn't that wild about the skirt, but when she tried to pull her jeans over her bottom this morning, she ached so much that she knew she'd have to wear a skirt.
She wore a tight bra, which pushed up her breasts, and made them look really sexy, so that they thrust against the front of the red blouse.
The only really dramatic news was that Sue had broken up with her boyfriend. Lori wasn't all that surprised. Johnny was cute, but he was kind of creepy, when all was said and done.
Sue sought her out on the front lawn of the school, where the kids met and hung around until the school opened up.
Sue couldn't wait to tell her everything, just everything. She took Lori's arm and hurried her off to the side.
Lori's bottom ached even more when she moved, so she couldn't walk very fast. Sue was bursting with impatience to tell her about the breakup, and she all but dragged Lori down the sidewalk.
Sue said, "Is something wrong, Lori? You're walking kind of funny."
Sue was her best friend, but Lori would have died rather than tell her the truth, that her mom had beaten her ass with a strap. So she lied and said that she bumped her hip when she got up in the middle of the night to get a drink of water.
Sue immediately launched into her story of what had happened the night before. Her voice was an urgent whisper, hoarse and excited, as she told Lori everything-everything.
Lori was an ideal audience. Her pains were forgotten for the moment as Sue told her story. Soon Lori was gasping, and saying things like, "You're kidding!" or, "I can't believe he wanted you to do that!" or even, "God! That's so gross!"
Sue only had time to give Lori the big picture about her last night time rendezvous with her ex-boyfriend.
The front doors opened, and the throng of students milled into the building. Sue promised to tell Lori all the juicy details later.
Lori was amazed. She couldn't stop thinking about it all morning. That Johnny, what a pig! She never thought he was like that!
When she was in the halls, passing from her third period to her fourth period class, she saw Johnny talking to some of his buddies.
She turned up her nose and gave him the dirtiest look she had. Then she went into the classroom.
Lori spent every classroom period on the edge of her seat. Her teachers thought that the girl was excited about the subjects they were trying to drill into the brains of their knuckle-headed students.
Actually, Lori sat on the very edge of her chair because it was the least uncomfortable way to sit. Her buttocks hurt so much that she tried to put as little weight as possible on them.
Noon came. Sue and Lori shared the same lunch period. They spent it huddled together in close conversation, while Sue elaborated on what happened to her last night.
After lunch, as Lori was heading for her next class, she saw that dreamy gym teacher, Frank Lavery.
She slowed down, and hugged her books to her chest. Frank was talking to some of the guys on the football team.
He looked great. He wore slacks and a tight T-shirt that was molded to his muscular torso like a second skin. His flesh still retained a golden glow from a deep summer tan. It contrasted with the blinding whiteness of the shirt.
He had a silver whistle hanging on a chain around his neck. His pants were tight in the right places, too. Lori felt a tingling in her pussy.
She flashed him her brightest smile. "Hi, Coach."
"Hi, Lori." Frank grinned, drawing back his sensuous lips over a mouthful of even, dazzlingly white teeth.
Lori sighed. She put a little extra sway in her bottom as she went down the hall. It hurt, but it was worth it.
The afternoon passed quickly. Lori dreaded her last period class. That was gym class, with Miss Raynor.
Finally, it came. Lori went into the girls room. She locked herself in a stall and sat on the toilet seat with her clothes on.
She waited five minutes, then went down to her gym class.
CHAPTER THREE
Lori's timing was good. The girls' locker room was almost empty. The majority of the girls had already dressed and gone up to the gym.
A few late stragglers were hastily lacing up their sneakers and hurrying up the stairs to the gym.
There was no one in the aisle where Lori's gym locker was. She opened the combination lock, put her gym suit and sneakers on the floor, and began undressing.
She took off her shoes and red knee socks. She unbuttoned her blouse and hung it up. She was in her bra and panties.
She looked over her shoulder at her bottom. It was still bright red. It was painful, of course, but Lori had hoped that some of the tell-tale signs of her strapping would have faded by now.
"Why are you late, Lori?"
Diane Raynor had spoken. She stood at the end of the aisle. She was the girls' gym teacher. She wore a whistle around her neck, and carried a clipboard with the student roster tacked to it.
Diane was thirty. She was five foot seven, and in the peak of physical condition. She had been a star tennis player in her high school and college days, and she still kept herself in top shape.
Her long black hair was tied back in a ponytail which gave her a youthful appearance. But she had the body of a voluptuous woman.
Her eyebrows were dark. Her eyes were wide and deep brown. Her lips were full and wide and sensual. Her smooth flesh was golden and tawny.
She wore a blue sweatshirt and a pair of red gym pants with the high school emblem on them.
Her breasts were full and firm. Her wide shoulders helped to support the twin mounds of flesh which bobbed and thrust against her sweatshirt.
The gym pants were tight against her rump, which was firm and high and rounded. Her long legs were muscled like the legs of a dancer.
Lori told her that she had misplaced a book earlier in the day, and that she had gone to the third floor to retrieve it between classes, and that was why she was late for class.
Lori stood so that she faced the gym teacher. But she turned to the side for an instant, and Diane caught a glimpse of her reddened bottom cheeks.
"Lori, what on earth happened to you?!"
Lori blushed. . "Uh, it's nothing, Miss Raynor, really."
"Nothing? It doesn't look like nothing."
"No, it is, really." Lori reached for her gym pants.
Miss Raynor came to her. "Turn around, Lori."
Swallowing hard, Lori turned and presented her back to the gym teacher. Diane stifled a gasp.
She said, "Get dressed and go into my office, Lori."
Miss Raynor turned and went upstairs. Lori pulled on her gym pants, wincing as she did so. She put on her shirt and sneakers and joined the class.
Miss Raynor had called the roll, and now the class was divided into groups. A volleyball game was going on in one corner of the gym, and the vast room echoed to girlish shouts, shrieks, and laughter.
Diane said, "Come into my office, Lori."
Her office was off on the far side of the gym. It was divided into two sections, the office itself and an equipment storage area behind that.
Lori went into the office. There was a gray metal desk and a chair and a filing cabinet. The walls were lined with pennants and trophies.
Diane closed and locked the door. She put her hand on the girl's shoulder. "Lori, what on earth happened to you?"
Lori mumbled, "I wish that you wouldn't worry about it. It's nothing serious, honest."
"It seems very serious to me, Lori. Are you having any trouble at home, dear?"
"A little."
"You're not being, well, abused, are you?"
Lori smiled weakly. "No, it's nothing like that. Listen, Miss Raynor. I'll tell you what happened, but you have to promise me that you won't tell it to anyone else."
"Have you ever known me to betray a confidence, Lori?"
"Never, Miss Raynor."
"Tell me what happened."
Lori's face burned with hot embarrassment. "Well, I got in some trouble at home, and my mom took a strap to me. But it was really my fault, and I guess that I deserve it."
Miss Raynor thoughtfully rubbed her chin.. "I try not to come between my students and their home life. I suppose that your mother knows best. Does it hurt very much? I would think that it does."
Lori nodded. "It sure does."
"Can you touch your toes?"
Lori bent forward from the waist. She hadn't leaned forward very far when the pain of her taut buttocks forced her to straighten up.
Miss Raynor said, "Sometimes things like this can become even more serious than they appear to be at the start. I'm talking about when wounds become infected."
"I don't think that will happen, Miss Raynor."
"May I look? I've had some first aid experience. Maybe I can do something to ease the pain, and prevent infection. Don't worry, I'll be gentle."
"Well ... all right."
She told Lori to turn around. Lori did so. She reached for the girl's gym shorts, and grabbed them by the elastic waistband.
Lori winced and gasped. Diane said, "Even that hurts you, Lori?"
"Yes, it does."
Diane patted her on the shoulder. Very slowly, inch by inch, she took down the girl's shorts. Lori's brief bikini panties were taut and stretched across her buttocks.
Diane looked at the bottom cheeks. They were purple-red, and there were welts and blisters raised up from the smooth flesh.
Diane said, "Your mother really tanned your hide, didn't she?"
"You're not kidding!"
Diane pressed her palm against Lori's left buttock. "It's warm to the touch."
Lori shivered. She felt strange, having this lovely older woman handling her bottom so familiarly. But it didn't feel bad, not at all.
Diane went and got her first aid kit. "I'm going to clean this up, Lori. It will prevent it from getting infected, and help it to heal faster."
She poured some alcohol on a cotton pad. She brushed the pad against Lori's buttocks, coating them with the fluid.
"That doesn't hurt, does it?" she asked.
"No, not at all,' Lori said. "It feels cool and nice."
Diane knelt down and brushed Lori's bottom until both cheeks had been coated with the cool alcohol, which evaporated almost immediately.
She threw away the cotton pad, and unscrewed the cap on a tube of ointment. She squeezed some of the stuff in her palms.
She pressed her palms against Lori's bottom. Lori gasped. Diane swirled her palms around, smearing the soothing ointment on the red buttocks.
Her hands were soft and gentle as they rubbed the ointment into the flesh. She massaged it in deep.
When she was done, she wiped her hands on a paper towel. "You can put your pants on now, Lori."
Lori gingerly pulled her shorts up over her behind. "Thanks a million, Miss Raynor. That really helped. It feels better already."
"It was my pleasure, Lori. You know that I'm always glad to help out my students in any way I can."
Diane unlocked the office door. "You can just sit on the sidelines for today. I don't want you running and jumping until you feel better."
"Thanks. I don't really feel like running around a lot."
Diane said, "And don't come late to class again, Lori, or I might have to spank you myself!"
Lori exited the office. Diane looked at her hands. They were shaking. There was a hollow feeling of excitement in the pit of her stomach.
The fifty minute period went by quickly. Once again, Lori hung around the gym and waited for the other girls to dress and leave before she changed into her street clothes.
The girls were in a big hurry. Now that the last period on Friday was over, the weekend was about to begin.
Lori didn't share their excitement. She was grounded, and wasn't going to have much of a weekend at all.
She dressed and went upstairs. She saw Diane chatting with Frank. Lori had a super crush on Frank, but she couldn't be jealous of Diane. They seemed to be perfectly matched-a perfect couple.
Lori smiled and waved to both of them. Frank grinned, and Diane wished her a good weekend.
Lori went to her locker. She got her coat and her books and went to the front of the school.
The bus had already left without her. There would be another bus in an hour. She would just have to wait until it arrived.
Back in the gym, Diane and Frank were talking in lowered voices.
She said, "I won't be able to see you until much later tonight, Frank."
"How come'?" he asked.
Diane smiled secretly. "Little Sue Stanton is coming over to my house tonight."
Frank's eyes were veiled and heavy-lidded. "Congratulations. I knew that your long cultivation of her would pay off someday."
"Well, nothing's happened yet. But Sue broke up with her boyfriend, and I know that she wants to talk to me about it. She probably wants to cry on my shoulder."
Frank said, "I'm sure that you'll know how to comfort her."
"Oh, yes."
They both laughed. Diane said, "She's coming over this afternoon, and staying for dinner."
"Maybe that won't be all that she'll be eating," Frank leered.
"You've got a dirty mind."
"Yeah. Hey, I think that I'm a little jealous. That Sue is a great looking little girl."
"I thought you'd notice," Diane said. "If things work out, I'll share her with you."
"Like with all the others?"
"Yes," she said.
Frank said, "Actually, Sue's friend, Lori, is more to my taste. I like 'em big and built like you."
"I have something interesting to tell you about Lori," Diane said. And she proceeded to tell him about Lori being whipped by her mother, and how she, Diane, aided and comforted the girl.
Frank licked his lips after she told him the story. "Pretty kinky."
"Just the way you like it, hmmm?"
"Just the way we both like it!"
On the far side of the gym, the doors opened, and Sue entered. She waved to Diane and started across the floor.
Frank said, "Well, I better go. See you later-and good luck."
"I'll let you know if anything happens, Frank." She squeezed his arm.
Frank left the gym. He said a cheery hello to Sue as she passed by, and Sue flashed him one of her most winning smiles.
Lori leaned against the front of the school building. It was getting cold. The wind whipped at her skirt, tossing it so that she had to hold the hem down to keep from having the skirt blown up around her thighs.
She still had the better part of an hour to wait, so she decided to go to the local candy store and have a soda.
Clutching her books under her arm, she walked down the street from the school. She stopped at the corner and waited for the light to change.
A car pulled up next to her. The driver leaned across the seat and rolled down the window and stuck his head out.
It was Frank. "Hey, Lori!"
She turned, and recognized him. "Hi, Coach!"
"What happened? Did you miss the bus?"
"Yes!"
"Hop in! I'll give you a ride home!" He opened the door on the passenger side.
Lori didn't need to be told twice. She got into the car and slammed the door shut. She bounced down on the seat, an unthinking act which brought her a great deal of pain.
Frank looked concerned. "Are you all right?"
"Sure, Coach," she said through gritted teeth. "I've just got a little Charley horse in my leg."
"Ouch! That can be pretty painful. I know, I've had plenty of them myself."
Frank drove off. Lori leaned back against the seat. Her books were in her lap. Her bottom burned, and her pussy tingled.
Frank asked her address. Lori told him. He said, "Sure, I know where that is. It's up by Cedar Drive, near the new development they're building up there."
"Uh-huh."
"Gee, that takes me back. When I was in high school, that was all woods and empty lots. Used to be a great place to go with your girl if you wanted some privacy."
Lori stared worshipfully at him. Frank said, "You know, I'm taking a big risk, having you in my car."
"A risk? What do you mean?"
"Well, if some people saw me with a pretty young student like you, they just might assume that we had something going on, you know?"
"I wish we did," Lori blurted out. Her face flushed with embarrassment.
Frank steered with one hand. With his other, he patted her on her bare knee. "That's very sweet, Lori. But you must have lots of boyfriends. I always see you talking with Alex, and Bill, and George-"
"Oh, them!" Lori said. "They're friends, sure, but none of them are my boyfriend. They're just kids. They're too immature for me."
Frank left his hand on her knee. "You'll break their hearts, Lori. I guess you're waiting for your dream man to arrive, huh?"
"Maybe he has."
"Oh?"
"Last night I dreamed about you," she said shyly.
"Did you really?" Frank said lightly. "I hope it was a nice dream, and not a nightmare."
"It was nice, all right." She licked her pink lips. "It was kind of, you know, sexy."
Frank said, in a neutral, easygoing voice, "Why don't I just take you home the long way, and you can tell me all about the dream?"
Lori said, "I'd be kind of embarrassed to tell it to you. But I'd love to go home the long way. I mean that I'd really love to."
Frank turned off the main drive, and nosed his car onto a winding street that went through scenic suburban countryside. His hand still rested on Lori's knee.
Frank said, "You can't keep me in suspense any longer. Now, about that dream ... "
Lori smiled self-consciously. "Well, in the dream, you were like, my boyfriend."
"Sounds great so far."
"Are you teasing me?" she demanded.
"Not at all. You're a beautiful girl, Lori. Any man would be proud to have you for his girl."
"Do you mean that?"
"Of course."
She said, "Actually, you weren't my boyfriend. You were my ... lover."
"That sounds like the kind of dream I'd have," Frank said.
"I wish that it wasn't a dream."
"Sometimes dreams can come true." Frank moved his hand off her knee. He caressed her thigh, and placed his palm in the middle of it.
Lori put her hand on his, and lifted it off her leg. She opened her thighs, placed his hand between them, and pressed her thighs closed on it.
The car climbed a wooded rise. The car's acceleration made Lori feel all tight in her tummy, like being on a high-speed elevator that quickly descends.
At the summit of the hill was a construction project, where a number of tract homes were in the process of being built.
The workmen had packed it in for the day and gone home. Frank pulled the car over to the side of the road.
"Lori...." He wrapped his arm around her, and pulled her to him. Lori tilted her head and opened her mouth to be kissed.
He kissed her. She felt like she was melting inside. She pressed her thighs harder against his hand.
His tongue was in her mouth. It glided over her teeth, and tasted the sweetness of her saliva. Lori kissed him back, hard.
When he broke off the kiss a moment later, Lori was breathless and trembling.
He said, "Sweet sixteen, and never been kissed. But you've been kissed before, haven't you, Lori." It was not a question.
"I've been more than kissed," she said. "A lot more."
"You're a beautiful girl, Lori."
"I may look like a girl, but I'm a woman."
"Of course. I'm in a difficult position, you know. You must know that I've got a steady girlfriend."
"Miss Raynor. I know. I don't care, either."
"I can't resist you, Lori." He unsnapped the buttons of her jacket, and put his hand on her breast. "You're beautiful. I want you, you know that."
"I love you," she said. "I think that you're just the greatest. I'd do anything for you, anything."
"Would you, Lori?"
"Try me and find out." She put her hand in his lap. She felt the bulge of his groin, and explored it with her fingers.
His member stiffened. It grew until it was long and hard and throbbing.
"We'd better slow down until we come to an understanding, Lori. You're young, but I'm no kid."
"I'm not a kid, either!"
"What I'm saying is, that I'm used to real, adult women who know how to take care of a man's needs and desires. If you're just teasing me, leading me on to see how far I'll go, you'd better stop. Because with a girl as lovely as you, I'm liable to get carried away."
Lori said, "I'm ready to go all the way." She squeezed his member. It felt so good and hard in her hand.
Frank said, "I'm very demanding and set in my ways, Lori. If we're going to have something together, it will be on my terms, or not at all."
"You're the boss. I'll do whatever you say."
"That sounds good." He opened the top buttons of her red shirt, and opened the shirt to the middle of her bosom.
Her breasts were full and firm and trembling softly in the lace cups of the bra, Frank rubbed the tops of them.
He reached in her shirt and kneaded her breasts. Lori's nipples puckered and hardened, and jutted against the cups.
She rubbed and caressed his genitals. She opened her thighs, reached under her skirt, and pulled her panties down to her knees.
The upholstery was rough against the bare, hot flesh of her bottom. Lori was trying hard to hide the overwhelming excitement racing through her.
Frank stroked her pubic bush with the backs of his fingers. He whispered, "You're beautiful, Lori, just beautiful."
She shivered as he stroked her pussy lips. He slipped the first joint of his finger into her pussy.
"And you're very, very wet inside," he murmured.
He pushed his finger into her. It was surrounded by hot, moist membranes which tightly gripped it.
She fondled and kneaded his cock through the crotch of his trousers. "You want me, I can tell."
He kissed her cheek. "Of course I want you. What man in his right mind wouldn't want a girl like you?"
"Then take me. Here. Now."
Just then, a car drove down the street. Lori and Frank froze. His finger was still in her pussy. She gasped. He told her to calm down and relax.
The car drove past them, and then away.
Lori said, "Jesus, I was scared!"
"It made you look even prettier. But this is a bad place for us to be."
He took his finger out of her pussy. It glistened with her juices. He stuck the finger in his mouth and sucked it clean.
"You taste good," he said. "Like a pretty girl should. But I won't taste you anymore, not here. It's too dangerous."
"Where, then?"
"My place is nice and private. We'll be able to do it right."
Lori said, "Oh no, I can't!"
"Why not?"
Lori told him about how she had been strapped, and how her punishment would continue by having her grounded for the weekend.
Frank already knew about the spanking, because Diane had told him. But he pretended that he didn't know, and murmured sympathetically as she told her story.
Lori turned on her side and lifted her skirt, displaying her beaten bottom to him. He patted her lightly on the buttocks.
She said, "When you do that to me, it feels good!"
Frank made the arrangements. He pointed out that he couldn't call her at home, since if her parents heard a grown man asking for their daughter, they would surely be suspicious. Lori told him she had a private phone. He got a pencil and paper out of the glove compartment.
He wrote down her number, then wrote his number on another slip of paper, and gave it to her.
Lori said, "Maybe my mom will ease up, and let me go out on Sunday."
"If she does, we'll get together. If not, we'll be together the first chance we get."
Lori said, "Oh, this is awful! I wish we could go away right now! I hate living home!"
Frank warned her that they would have to be ultra-cautious, as they both had a lot to lose if their newfound relationship was discovered.
He said that he better get her home right now, before her mother missed her. Lori hated to leave, but her common sense told her that it was the only way.
She pulled her panties back up, and lowered her skirt. She buttoned her blouse, and checked carefully to see that nothing was out of place.
They drove away. Lori kept her hand in his lap for the whole trip. Frank stopped the car a few blocks away from the street where she lived.
He kissed her goodbye. He told her to call him anytime, at any hour she could.
Lori stepped out of the car and on the sidewalk. Frank hooted the horn as he drove away.
She stood and watched until she couldn't see his car. She hugged her books to her breasts, and raced home. Her excitement and passion made her feel like she was flying.
When she got home, her mother had a surprise for her.
Her head was filled with dreams of Frank. All she could think about was their getting together.
CHAPTER FOUR
Glynis said, "I've been thinking about last night, Lori."
"Yes, Mom?"
"I've decided that you were punished enough by being strapped. So, I'm going to lift your grounding, and let you go out for the weekend."
"Wow, Mom, thanks a lot!" Lori hugged her mother. The teenager's face glowed. "That's great!"
Glynis patted her cheek fondly. "Now, make sure that you mind your manners and behave. Stay out of trouble, or as sure as the sun rises, I'll have you over my knees and getting a strapping!"
Lori ran upstairs, and dashed into her room. Instead of closing her door, which might have made her mother suspicious and curious, she left her door wide open, as though she had nothing to hide.
She dialed Frank's number. The phone rang. He answered it on his end and said, "Hello?"
Talking in a low, urgent voice, Lori made plans to meet Frank later. When the planning was over, she kissed him goodbye over the phone and hung up.
This was going to be the best Friday night ever!
Lori felt so good, that she went back downstairs and asked her mom if there was anything she could do to help out in the kitchen.
As usual, Glynis found some household chores for her daughter to do. Lori sliced lettuce and other greens and made a salad.
Glynis said, "We'll be eating lightly tonight. Your father won't be home for dinner."
"He won't?"
"No. He called this afternoon. There's a backlog of work on his desk, and he wants to get it cleared up before Monday. So he's staying late tonight, instead of going in on Saturday."
Stevie came home, entering through the back door. He threw his school books on the counter, opened the refrigerator, grabbed an apple, and munched it as he went into the living room and turned on the television.
Glynis wiped her hands on her apron and went in to see him. "Stevie."
"Hi, Mom. What's up?"
"First of all, get your feet off the chair."
"Oh. Sorry, Mom." He put his feet on the floor and munched another bite of the apple.
Glynis said, "You're not going out tonight."
His jaw dropped. He stared at her with amazement. "What?! Are you kidding?!"
"No, I am not."
"Why do I have to stay home for?!"
"Lower your voice, young man."
"But what did I do?!" Stevie was indignant.
Glynis looked over her shoulder and into the kitchen, to see if her daughter was listening in. Lori's back was turned to her. Lori was cutting some meat, and pretending that she wasn't the least bit interested. Her ears strained to hear what was happening.
Glynis bent forward. Her face was inches from Stevie's. She hissed in a near-whisper, "I don't want your sister to hear this for your sake. I know that you were spying on her last night. Maybe you thought you were clever, but I saw you peeping through the door. And don't try to deny it, or I'll give you what you deserve, and let Lori watch. I might even let her spank you."
"Aw, no, Mom, don't do that!" Stevie's eyes were staring, and his face was pale.
Glynis straightened up. "And that's why you won't be going out tonight, little man!"
She went back into the kitchen.
Dinner was served early, at a little after five. Lori ate so fast that her mother had to tell her to stop wolfing down her food.
Lori finished before Glynis and Stevie, and had to wait for them. Stevie kept his eyes downcast and picked listlessly at his food, not eating much of it.
Lori cleared the table. As she took her brother's plate, she said, "Looks like you didn't have much of an appetite!"
"I'm not hungry," he said glumly.
Glynis said, "You're going out tonight, aren't you, Lori?"
"Yes, Mom."
"You don't have to wash the dishes tonight. Your brother will wash them. You go and get ready for your date."
Lori didn't have to be told twice. She thanked her mother and went upstairs.
She went into the bathroom and took off her clothes and took a bath. She shampooed her hair and rinsed it clean. She scrubbed herself all over.
She took the bar of slippery white soap and lathered up her pussy. It felt so good to rub it against her pussy lips. She massaged it into her pubic bush so that the patch of hair was white and frothy.
She washed all over. She even took a corner of the washcloth and washed in the crack of her ass, so every part of her would be clean.
She was wet and pink and shining when she got out of the tub. She toweled her body dry. She had to pat her bottom dry, rather than rub it vigorously, because she was still sore.
Downstairs, in the kitchen, the sink was filled with dirty dishes and soapy water. Stevie stood over it, pouting.
He whined, "Gee, Mom, how come I can't use the washer? Why do I have to wash all these dishes in the sink?"
"Because I say so, that's why. It's part of your punishment. Only part, I assure you."
She untied her apron and took it off. "Here, put this on."
Stevie turned and stared at her. His hands were wet, and they dripped soapy water on the floor. "An apron?! I can't wear that!"
"Oh yes, you can. Now, hold still."
Glynis fitted the apron around his waist. She was inches taller than her boy, and looked down on him. She was bigger and stronger and weighed more.
She stood close to him. Her massive bosom jiggled inches from his face. He stared at them-couldn't take his eyes off them.
Glynis reached around his back to tie the apron strings. She knotted them into a nice bow.
She stepped back. "There, that's better! And don't you look cute! Now, get back to work, and clean those dishes. When they're washed and dried, you know where to put them away."
She smiled. "When you're all done with that, just tell me. I'll have some more chores for you to do."
She patted his bottom. "We're going to spend quite an evening together, you and I!"
Upstairs, Lori dressed with care. She wanted to look as good as possible, but caution told her not to dress to kill.
If she looked really dressed up, like she was doing something special, her mother would ply her with questions.
But if she dressed casually, and acted like it was any other Friday night, her mother would take it for granted, and not be suspicious.
She wished she could go without a bra, but her mother would notice that in a second, and give her hell for it.
Lori put on a black bra. She had a pair of black panties, so she wore them too, since they matched.
She felt real sexy in' her black bra and panties. Her nipples were outlined against the bra's satin cups. The black undergarments looked wicked against her soft skin and firm body.
The only thing that spoiled it were her red bottom cheeks coming out of the top of the panties.
She wore a pair of purple velvet pants. They fit her tightly, but they were softer and more sensual than denims.
She wore a black turtleneck sweater, a pullover. She had some ankle-length boots with pointed toes and three-inch heels. They were beige and zipped up the side. She put them on.
She used the blow-dryer to do her hair. It looked soft and fluffy and wavy, more curly than ever. She mussed it up with her fingers to make her look more reckless and sexy.
She didn't have to worry about precautions. Lori took another kind of pill, a different one than the kind her father had.
They were birth control pills. She had gotten them from a clinic. She had a prescription for them, and everything.
The pills were hidden in the most secret place in the room. Not even a snoop like her mother could find them. That was good for Lori, because if Glynis ever came across a container of birth control pills, she would hit the ceiling.
Lori called Frank Lavery again. Her voice throbbed with excitement. He told her where and at what time he would pick her up.
Lori went downstairs. She went to the closet and took out her quilted down vest. It was red and insulated from the cold and sleeveless. She put it on.
She went into the kitchen to say goodnight to her mother, and to thank her again. She saw Stevie in his apron. He was standing on tiptoes so he could stack some cups on the top drawer of the cabinet.
She teased, "Hey, Stevie, you look really sweet in that apron!"
"Go to hell, Lori!" he cried bitterly.
"Watch your mouth, Stevie," Glynis snapped. "I won't have you speaking to your sister that way! Apologize to her immediately!"
Stevie sullenly mumbled an insincere apology. Lori could hardly keep from giggling at his discomfort. He fumed.
Glynis said, "What time will you be home, dear?"
Lori said, "Oh, about the usual time, at eleven: thirty."
"I'll tell you what. You've been such a good girl, that I'm going to let you stay out an extra hour tonight. You won't have to be home until twelve .thirty."
"Wow, Mom, that's great! Thank you so much!"
Stevie said, "That's not fair! She gets to stay out an hour later than usual, and I can't go out at all!"
Glynis said, "You know why you're staying home tonight, little man."
Stevie blushed and shut up.
Lori kissed her mother goodnight and went out of the house. It was cool, but her sweater and down-stuffed vest kept her toasty warm.
She walked two blocks away from her house. Her mother was being so nice to her. She didn't even bother to ask Lori where she was going, or who she was meeting.
Lori had a nice set of plausible lies to tell her, but it was great not to have to use them.
She had it all set with Sue Stanton. She and Sue would ordinarily have gone out tonight, and gone to a party or something.
But, when Lori thought she was grounded and couldn't go out, she told Sue to make other plans. Sue was good friends with Diane Raynor. They were both involved in school activities, like the candy-selling drive coming up, and Homecoming, and other things like that.
Sue told Lori that she was going to be eating dinner at Diane's. Lori told Sue that she had a very hot date, and might need Sue to help cover her with an alibi if Glynis checked up on her.
Sue agreed readily. She was incredibly curious, and just dying to know who Lori was going out with. Lori told her it was a secret, which only made her friend that much more curious.
Lori promised to tell her everything later. Sue made her swear to it. She told Lori that she would be at Diane's, and to call her there if anything went wrong with her mother.
Lori waited out on the corner. A few cars went by. After she had been waiting for five minutes, a car slowed and pulled up to the curb.
It was Frank Lavery. He looked handsomer than ever. Lori melted when she saw him. She was wet inside her pussy.
She climbed across the car seat and hugged him and kissed him wetly. He fondled her breasts through her sweater.
He drove off. She sat next to him, so that her thigh touched his. He grinned, flashing white teeth, and squeezed her thigh.
Lori's heart was beating wildly.
Over at Diane's house, Diane and Sue had finished dinner, and were sitting in the small and comfortable living room.
Diane lived in a small and intimate house. She had no roommates, and the house was in a quiet residential section.
Diane and Sue were sipping tea. Music played softly in the background. It was instrumental folk guitar music.
With some embarrassment, Sue had told Diane all the circumstances which led to her break-up with Johnny.
Sue had hardly been able to talk about it at first, but the gym teacher was so sympathetic and understanding, that Sue was soon talking freely.
Diane was easy to talk to. Sue could never in a million years have discussed something like this with her mother. Never.
Of course, she could and did discuss it with Lori, since the two of them had no secrets-except for Lori's new, mysterious boyfriend, Sue reminded herself.
She wondered who it was. Well, she knew that Lori would tell her everything, sooner or later, and in graphic detail.
But Lori had as little real experience with men as Sue had, and Sue couldn't go to her for advice. But she did go to Diane.
Sue asked, "Did you ever do that, Diane? I mean, with your mouth, and all?"
Diane nodded. She drew back her ripe red lips over her teeth as she smiled. "Of course I've done it, Sue."
"Really?" Sue's eyes widened. She leaned forward. "Can I ask you-I mean, this is really embarrassing for me, and all, and if you don't want to say anything about it, I wouldn't blame you-but could you tell me what it was like? How you did it, and everything?"
Diane teased, "Why do you want to know, Sue? So you can do it to Johnny?"
"Ugh! Never!" Sue made a face. "I don't know what I ever saw in that creep. No, I thought that it would be a good thing for me to know, if I'm ever with a guy that I really, really love."
"Well, you should know about it, Sue. Oral sex is great for both partners. The man or boy loves it, and it's something a girl can do without running the risk of getting pregnant."
Diane winked. "Not to mention that it's fun for the girl to do, too."
"But what is it you do?" Sue. asked. "Do you really swallow it?"
"The semen?"
"Yes."
"That's the best way of doing it, yes," Diane said. She was frank and unembarrassed.
"What does it taste like?"
"It doesn't taste bad. If you gulp it down, you hardly taste it at all," the older woman said.
Sue shook her head doubtfully. "I don't know if I'm ready to go that far, yet!"
"You'll know when you're ready, Sue. But it's just like anything else. After you've done it a few times, the fear of the unknown goes away, and you get used to it."
Diane picked up her cup and saucer, crossed the room, and sat down on the sofa next to Sue.
Diane wore a simple one-piece dress. It had a floral pattern, and the hem touched her knees. She wore a thin blue belt around the middle, to pull it in at her waist.
She wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts bounced and rubbed against the soft cloth. Her nipples were outlined.
She wore low black slippers. She crossed her legs. Her dress rode up, exposing her thighs. She didn't bother to pull the dress down.
Sue said, "Thank you so much for talking to me about this, Diane. You're the only person in the world that I could ever talk about that with, except maybe for Lori."
Diane said, "Thank you, dear Susan. I've always seen my duties as a physical education instructor in the broadest sense. After all, lovemaking in all its varieties is a legitimate subject for physical education."
Sue nodded thoughtfully. "Gee, I never thought of it like that, but I guess you're right."
"The Board of Education doesn't share my views, so I keep them to myself, of course," Diane laughed. "I certainly wouldn't last very long at my job if I actually taught the students in my classes the best way to please their boyfriends in bed-although, when you think about it, someone should teach them! Learning how to make love would be a lot more useful to them than learning some geography or geometry that they'll never use once they leave high school!"
Diane slipped her arm around Sue's shoulders. Sue did not flinch or move away.
Diane said, "I can't teach it in my classes, no. But when a student-and a good friend-asks me in private about such things, I must be honest with her."
She moved so that her leg touched Sue's. Sue wore skin-tight black jeans and a long-sleeved white blouse. The blouse was semi-transparent, and her bra could be seen under it.
Diane set down her cup and saucer on the coffee table. "To be a really good lover, you have to be totally free and unashamed in bed."
"That doesn't sound easy," Sue said.
"It's not. But it can be done." Diane took a lock of Sue's hair and twisted it into a spiral. Then she released it and watched it uncurl.
She brushed back Sue's hair. The back of her hand caressed Sue's cheek.
Sue took Diane's hand and kissed it. She pressed the hand against her cheek and held it there.
Diane said, "There's so much that I could teach you, Susan."
Sue said, "I'd love to learn anything you have to teach me."
"You have such a pretty mouth, Susan." Diane leaned forward and pressed her lips against Sue's.
Sue breathed deeply. Her breasts rose and fell. She closed her eyes, and parted her lips.
Diane ran her tongue tip along Sue's teeth. Sue opened her jaws. Diane's lips pressed harder against hers as she thrust her tongue in the teenager's mouth.
She kissed Sue gently. Her hands touched Sue's breasts, brushing them lightly. She slowly stroked the undersides and rubbed the nipples while she kissed the girl.
Diane pulled back. Sue opened her eyes. They were heavy-lidded. She put her arms around Diane's neck and held on to her.
She gasped, "Oh, Diane, oh!" She kissed Diane back, hard.
Diane stood up. She took Sue's hand. "Let's go to the bedroom, Susan."
Sue stood up. There were shiny red spots of color in her cheeks. Diane squeezed her hand. Sue's palms were sweating.
Diane slipped her arm against the girl's slender waist. Sue dreamily leaned her head on Diane's shoulder.
They went into the bedroom. Diane turned on a small lamp which threw a subdued, mellow light around the head of the bed.
Diane stood face to face with Sue. She unbuttoned the girl's blouse, and pulled the tails out of her jeans.
She took off the blouse, and laid it on top of her dresser. She went behind Sue and unhooked her bra and slipped the straps off her shoulders.
Sue's breasts came free of the bra cups. Her breasts were small and high and firm. They were pear-shaped, and trembled slightly. The nipples were small and pink.
Diane reached in front of Sue, and cupped her breasts. She lifted them, weighing them in her hands.
She rubbed the nipples. They stiffened at her touch. They felt like warm pebbles at the tips of the teenager's breasts.
Diane brushed Sue's hair off the girl's soft, smooth shoulders. She pressed her lips on the skin and kissed it.
Sue turned around. Diane reached for the girl's belt buckle. Sue said, "I have to take off my shoes first. Otherwise, my pants won't come down over them."
"Sit down on my bed, then, and I'll take them off."
Sue sat on the edge of the mattress. Diane knelt at her feet and untied her shoes and took them off. She took off Sue's socks, and dropped them on the rug.
She rose. Sue held out her hands. Diane took them, pulling upward. Sue stood up. Diane unbuckled her belt and opened her pants and pulled down the zipper.
The jeans fit Sue tightly. She had to wriggle to work them free from her hips and bottom. They rustled as they slid down her long legs.
Sue stepped out of them. Diane pulled the teenager's panties off. She licked her lips when she saw Sue's perfect body in all its glorious nudity.
"I always knew you were beautiful, Susan. I love to watch you taking a shower. But I never had a chance to see you this closely. You're more beautiful than ever."
She pulled down the sheets and blankets.
She put her hands on Sue's shoulders and gently pressed down until Sue's knees bent and she sat down on the mattress.
Diane pushed her on her back. Sue laid her head on a fluffy pillow. "Aren't you going to take off your clothes, too?"
"Of course, dear." Diane kicked off her slippers, and opened her belt. She reached behind her and pulled down the zipper of the dress.
"I'll do it." Sue sat up, and reached for Diane.
"No, I'll do it," Diane said. "I want you to watch me, look at me."
She pulled off the dress. Her breasts were large and soft and white, with stiff pink nipples at the tips.
Her large bosom was supported by wide shoulders and a strong ribcage. She had a small waist and a flat tummy.
She wasn't wearing panties. Her bush was thick and dark and black. Her pussy lips peeped out lewdly from beneath the hairy covering.
Her bottom was high and voluptuously rounded. Diane was so abundantly endowed with soft flesh, that she had to constantly exercise to keep it firm and trim and well toned. She did, and it was.
Her breasts jiggled as she went to the bed.
She took off the band holding her hair in a ponytail.
She ran her fingers through her hair. Thick, shimmering masses of hair tumbled down her back and over her breasts.
She got into bed. Sue was lying on her side, holding her head up with her hand, waiting.
Diane pushed her on her back. She climbed on Sue. Their flesh was like two pieces of satin rubbing together.
Sue was long and lean and delicately boned. She had small breasts and elegant, cleanly sculptured natural beauty.
Diane was big-boned and strong. She oozed sex appeal. Her large breasts and rounded bottom and strong thighs would have excited any man, and many women.
Sue was excited. Her breath came in quick, panting gasps. Diane's breasts pressed against hers, the nipples touching.
Sue moaned and rubbed her thighs together, pressing them against the lips of her pussy. Her skin felt hot and tingling, and she was wet inside her pussy.
Diane fondled her breasts. Sue lay back and enjoyed it. It felt so good and sensual. Unlike the boys she went out with, Diane was gentle and relaxed, and interested in Sue's pleasure as well as her own.
Sue had never been touched so caressingly.
Diane's fingers seemed to sense just what parts of her to touch that would excite Sue the most.
Diane said, "Now your education really begins!"
Sue just lay there knowing that she wanted to learn all that she could.
CHAPTER FIVE
Diane kissed Sue's breasts. She took each tiny, hard nipple in her mouth and licked it and sucked it and nibbled it gently with her teeth.
She kissed the space between Sue's breasts. She extended her tongue and licked a glistening line down the center of Sue's tummy.
Sue's flat belly went hollow with desire.
Diane licked a circle around the navel. She dipped the tip of her tongue into it.
She held her head over Sue's pussy. She parted the girl's thighs, and opened her legs.
Diane's hot breath ruffled the soft, tangled curls of Sue's pubic bush. Sue sighed. The muscles flexed in her thighs.
Diane said, "There's other things you can do with your mouth besides pleasing men. You can use it to give ecstasy to a woman-or a girl."
Diane kissed Sue's pussy lips. Sue gasped. Her nipples were so stiff and throbbing that they hurt her.
She cupped her own breasts. They were soft and smooth and yielding. She held her nipples. That made some of that aching throb go away.
Diane licked her pussy lips. Her tongue glided over the soft flesh. Sue's pussy smelled musky and fragrant.
Sue sobbed with wordless excitement when Diane slipped her tongue between the pussy lips and licked the membranes.
Sue's pussy was wet. Diane's tongue glided along the pulsing walls, licking the secretions, tasting them on the tongue and lapping them up.
Sue tried to tell Diane how good this made her feel. She had trouble getting the words out, because she was so breathless and excited.
Diane quieted her with a kiss. Sue wondered if she could taste herself on Diane's lips and tongue. She thought that maybe she could, but it was hard to tell.
Diane kissed her for a little while. She slipped her finger between Sue's soft labia, and touched her fingertip to Sue's clitoris.
The clitoris was a pulsing pearl of flesh. Diane massaged it gently. It was like rolling a warm marble in oil.
Sweat beaded up on Sue's forehead. Her stomach was a knot of tension. She fondled Diane's hair and shoulders.
Diane returned her attention to Sue's pussy. The clitoris was nicely stimulated, and ready for the next phase.
Each moment found Sue on a new plateau of pleasure. When Diane massaged her clitoris with her finger, Sue thought that it was the best thing she had ever felt.
Now, Diane massaged Sue's clitoris with her tongue. And Sue felt like she was in seventh heaven.
The wonderful, exhilarating pleasure she felt was just what she had always dreamed love would be like.
Of course, she hadn't expected to be receiving this pleasure from a woman instead of a man. But Sue felt so good, that her initial reluctance to go to bed with a woman had melted away. She had never been with a boy who thrilled her the way that Diane was doing. No boy she ever went out with went down on her, and she never would have had the nerve to ask for it.
Diane's wet face was pressed against Sue's wet pussy. She moved her tongue tip back and forth over the throbbing clitoris.
Heat mounted in Sue's pussy. It spread through her body. She felt like her flesh was on fire.
Diane's tongue was simultaneously kindling and satisfying that fire.
Diane caressed the teenager's hips and tummy. She reached across Sue and took hold of her breasts.
Sue opened her legs as wide as she could. She moved her hips back and forth, in response to the rhythms of Diane's thrusting tongue.
Sue breathed heavily. Whenever she exhaled, there was a wailing moan at the end of the breath. The more that Diane tongued her, the louder and more prolonged the wailing became. Sue's breasts were beaded up with tiny jeweled drops of sweat. The sweat oiled her, and made Diane's hands slide and slip on her breasts.
Sue moaned, "Diane, Diane, what are you doing to me?!"
Diane didn't say anything. She had other, better uses for her mouth. Sue bucked and wiggled her hips. Diane pinned them to the sweat-soaked mattress.
Sue's long legs thrashed. Diane lay across them, holding them down with her own body. Sue's tiny toes convulsively curled and uncurled.
Sue balled her hands into fists, and drummed them on the bed. She came.
She wiggled like an eel under Diane. Diane held her down. Sue lifted her upper body. Her mouth was wide and open and crying out.
The clitoris throbbed and quivered against her lips. Diane stopped applying her tongue, knowing that any more of it now would drive the girl half-crazy with excitement. It would be too intense, and she didn't want to burn Sue out. They had a nice, long night ahead of them.
Sue shuddered. She fell back into the mattress and pillows, crying out once more.
Diane's wet lips drew back into a small, secret smile of satisfaction.
She lifted her face from Sue's pussy, and crawled next to the girl.
Sue lay motionlessly on her back. She looked like she had fainted. Her eyes were closed. Her breasts trembled.
Diane embraced her. Sue pressed her thighs together, and shivered. She was laughing and crying at the same time as she pulled Diane on her and planted kiss after kiss on the older woman's face and breasts.
At the same time, at Frank Lavery's apartment across town, Lori was getting all the action she could handle.
Frank lived downtown, in a large and old apartment building. The place was big enough for privacy, and Frank was just one more stranger to his neighbors.
That was good. If he lived someplace where everybody knew him, and knew that he was a high school gym teacher, Lori wouldn't have been able to visit him at his home, for fear of revealing their relationship.
The apartment was cute, Lori thought. There was a living room and a bedroom and a small kitchen.
Lori was kneeling on the living room floor. She was nude from the waist up. Frank stood over her, looking down at her and grinning.
Things had developed fast and furiously. As they drove across town to his apartment, Lori and Frank couldn't keep their hands off each other.
Lori would have done it in the car, and in fact told him to pull over on a quiet street. But Frank said it would be better if they did it in his apartment.
They hurried arm-in-arm across the lobby of his apartment building. They rode up alone in the elevator car.
Lori giggled and fondled his crotch. He wore dark slacks and brown shoes and a beige sweater.
He pressed her breasts and patted her bottom lightly. Lori winced when he fondled her a bit too vigorously.
"Still sore?" he asked.
"Uh-huh!"
"I'll kiss it and make it better."
"Ummmm, can't wait!"
The elevator stopped at his floor. They went down the hall to his apartment. Frank unlocked the door and let them in.
They started kissing as soon as they were inside and the door was safely locked. Lori didn't even wait until Frank hung up their coats.
She pressed her body against his. He was a head taller than she. She laid the side of her face against his muscular chest.
He caressed her back and hips. They kissed, their tongues fencing. Lori clamped her mouth on his and kissed him hungrily and urgently.
He took off her vest and then her sweater. He pulled it off her. She held her arms over her head so he could remove the sweater.
He rubbed her breasts, fondling them through the satin cups. Lori reached behind her and unhooked her bra and took it off.
There were tiny grooves in her soft flesh, the imprint of where the bra's shoulder straps and cups had pressed against her.
Frank put his palms under her breasts and lifted them. He lowered his head and kissed each nipple until they both were hard.
He said, "You're big for your age."
"You feel pretty big, too!" She was rubbing his crotch, and feeling out the contours of his erect cock.
"What a little vixen you are," he chuckled.
Lori got down on her knees. Frank said, "What are you doing, honey?"
"I'm not little, but I am a vixen!" Lori licked her lips. "I want to do something for you."
She reached for his belt and fumbled it open. She opened his pants, and pulled down the zipper. She pulled the slacks down off his slender hips.
Frank wore a pair of tight, sexy shorts. His stiff cock stretched them out of shape. His cock head pushed out against the fabric.
Lori pressed her cheek against his cock. She could feel its warmth even through his shorts. It throbbed against her face.
She hooked her fingers into the elastic waistband of his shorts, and peeled them off his hips.
She loved to touch his body. His shoulders were broad. His chest was hard and muscled. His belly was flat, and covered with rippling washboard abdominals.
His torso tapered to a V-shape. He was very hairy. His chest was matted with a curly black patch of hair.
His belly and his legs were furred with the dark hair. Lori loved the feel of it against her flesh.
His shorts came down, and his cock popped up. It was long and thick and throbbing. She took it in her hands.
It was hot to the touch. It was rigid, yet smooth and silky at the same time. A blue vein winding around the red shaft pulsed against her sweating palms.
Lori's head was on a level with his groin, and his genitals dangled in her face. His balls were swollen and heavy in the sac.
Lori held his cock. Frank smoothed her hair, fondling and caressing it. His fingertips brushed her breasts, and rubbed the nipples.
Lori licked her lips. She opened her mouth wide, and took his cock into it.
She was putting on a big front, but she had actually done this only once. That was when she had been going out with the boy for a long time, and she really liked him, and she had been getting her period then, so that was the only way she could do it with him.
The cock was hot on her tongue. She pressed her soft and pliant lips on the shaft. The underside of the member laid on her tongue.
Frank groaned with pleasure when his cock was surrounded by her hot, wet mouth. That made Lori feel happy. Amateur or not, she knew that she was pleasing him.
He held her head, and moved forward. Lori panicked a little as the cock went deeper into her mouth.
She told herself to stop being such a foolish little girl. She bet that Diane Raynor knew what to do when she was on her knees for Frank!
She relaxed her throat. The stiff penis went in even deeper than she thought she could take it.
"This is great, Lori," Frank murmured. "Sensational."
He rocked back and forth, pumping his cock in and out of her mouth. Lori opened her eyes, and watched the red shaft sink into her mouth, then withdraw from it until only its knobbed head was between her puckered lips.
Frank did it slowly, not rushing her. Lori moved her tongue against his cock. She made liquid, slurping sounds.
The corners of her mouth were stretched. Her breasts bobbed and trembled as she moved her head in response to his thrusting member.
Her nipples were stiff. She was wet inside her pussy. Her bottom rested on the heels of her folded legs.
Her bottom still hurt, but the pain was nothing to her now. It only served to increase her excitement.
Frank moved faster. He was more urgent and demanding. He was fucking Lori's mouth like it was a pussy.
He patted and smoothed her hair. He was breathing hard and fast. His words were breathless and gasping as he fondled her and told her what a good girl, what a talented girl she was.
His cock quivered on her tongue. He stopped moving. Most of his cock was in her mouth, and the head pressed against the back of her throat.
He came in her mouth.
Lori knew it was going to happen. She was holding on to his thighs, and suddenly they got all tight and corded as Frank tensed them.
The cock throbbed. Semen gushed in spurts from the swollen cock head. Lori had a moment of blind panic for an instant.
She fought it, and won. Her throat and jaw muscles worked as she swallowed his semen. She gulped hard and fast.
Her cheeks hollowed inward as she sucked the milky-white fluid from the member. Frank held her head tightly in place.
So this is what it's like, Lori thought. It's no big deal. I don't know why I was afraid of doing it.
Seeing how much Frank enjoyed it, Lori told herself that she would be doing an awful lot more of this in the future.
Frank patted her head, and caressed her cheeks. He kept his penis in her mouth until it stopped quivering.
He pulled back. His cock glided over the smooth insides of her lips. The head popped free from her pink lips.
A streamer of semen dribbled down the corner of her mouth. Lori was going to wipe it off, but she changed her mind. She stuck out her tongue and licked it off instead.
Frank said, "That was sensational, Lori. Beautiful, just beautiful."
She looked up at him, her face shining. "You're beautiful. You're just the most gorgeous guy I've ever been with."
"That was too heavy. I've got to sit down."
Frank took off his pants and pulled off his sweater. He staggered across the floor, and slumped down on the couch.
Lori said, "Frank, look at me. I'm going to get naked, too."
She took off her purple pants. She caressingly slid her black bikini down her legs and stepped out of them.
She went to him. He sat in the right corner of the couch. She stretched out on the. cushions on her tummy, and rested her head on his lap.
The cushion was covered with green felt. It caressed her body. Her breasts flattened as she lay down across the cushions.
She had to bend her legs at the knees, and hold the bottom halves of them straight up in order to fit on the couch.
But it was worth it. Her face was right by his groin. His cock was semi-erect. It dangled on his taut, hairy thigh. It jerked spasmodically from time to time.
The cock was covered with semen. It was bright red. Lori squeezed it, loving the rubbery feeling of it in her hand.
Her hair spilled over his thighs. She lay with her cheek against the tops of his thighs, facing his cock.
Holding it upright, she stuck out her tongue and licked upward from the base of the shaft.
She did it slowly and teasingly, like she was licking a lollipop, one that was so sweet and tasty that she wanted it to last for a long time.
After a minute of this kind of treatment. Frank's member was once more stiff and hard. It jutted vertically upward.
Frank said, "You've tasted me. Now I'm going to taste all of you."
He eased out from under her. He knelt down by the side of the couch, and turned Lori on her back and spread her legs.
She winced with pain. He asked her what was wrong. She told him that her behind still hurt so much from the strapping, that it pained her to put any weight on it.
She said that it didn't matter, and that it would go away as soon as they started making love.
Frank said, "We'll just have to find a way around that little problem."
He told Lori to stand up. She did so. He caressed her trembling thighs, and fondled her breasts.
"Wow," Lori said, "that feels so great!"
"This will feel even better," Frank said.
He put his hand between her legs. Lori spread her feet wider apart on the floor, opening herself to him.
He fondled her pussy. He had a light, gentle touch that thrilled her. She grasped his shoulders for support.
They rippled with muscle. They were smooth as marble, but hot with the warmth of living, breathing flesh. Lori closed her eyes.
He toyed with her pussy lips. His caresses were seemingly aimless at first, but there was a pattern behind them.
Slowly but surely, he stroked fire into her pussy. His fingers artfully manipulated her labia, and massaged her clitoris.
She was dripping wet between her legs. Frank got down on his knees, and replaced his hand with his mouth.
That really drove Lori wild. She had never had a mouth on her pussy, never. Now she knew that she had to have as much of it as she could get.
She spread her feet wider apart for better balance. She felt unsteady, like she was going to faint from pleasure.
She was lightheaded and exhilarated. She ran her fingers through his curly hair, and pulled his head closer to her.
His tongue traveled up her slit, and licked her clitoris. Lori gasped and shivered. Frank put his hands on her hips and held them.
She gyrated her hips back and forth in response to his tonguing. She had never felt anything as delicious as this!
He brought her to orgasm with his lips and tongue. She cried out. She shivered and bit her lip. Her heavy breasts rippled and shook as her body spasmed with the fury of release.
A wave of dizziness crashed over her. She tightly gripped his shoulders and held on until it passed.
She couldn't feel the outlines of her pussy anymore. All she knew was that there was a vague, hazy, floating globe of electric pleasure hovering between her legs.
Frank rose up. Lori clung to him. She was so happy and eager and thrilled by what he had done to her. She all but babbled her gratitude and eagerness to please him.
Frank chuckled. "I'm not done with you yet, honey! In fact, I'm only starting!"
He put his arms around her, and led her to the couch. Lori felt like she was floating.
He turned her so that her back was to him. He positioned her so that she faced the back of the couch.
He said, "Lean forward, Lori. Put your hands on the back of the sofa, so you'll have some support."
"What are we going to do?"
"I'm going to make love to you in a way that won't irritate and chafe your poor bottom."
He put his hand on her buttock and cupped it lightly. The flesh was warm against his palm.
He looked at her behind. There was a large red splotch that covered her buttocks from the small of her back to the tops of her thighs.
Frank shook his head. "Man, your mother doesn't fool around! She sure did a job on you!"
He placed his open hand on her back, and gently but firmly pushed her forward from the waist. "Lean forward, Lori, all the way. That's good."
Lori sighed when he touched her thighs and had her spread her legs apart for him. She let her head hang down, so her hair fell across her face.
Her breasts were heavy and dangling, and the tips of them were stiff. Frank moved behind her, his fingertips brushing her thighs.
He said, "Your poor bottom! I told you I was going to kiss it and make it better!"
He got down on his knees behind her. His head was on a level with her rounded bottom, which thrust out more than ever because she was leaning forward from the waist.
The skin of her behind was ultra-sensitive. It tingled when his hot breath touched it.
Frank pressed his lips against the curve of her right buttock and kissed it. Lori shivered, and goose bumps rose on her flesh.
Frank kissed her left buttock. Then he stuck out his tongue, and pressed the pointed tip of it to her red bottom flesh.
Lori gasped when he licked a broad stroke along her behind with his tongue.
He asked, "Does that hurt?"
"It hurts a little, but it feels so good, so intense! Please, please don't stop!"
"I won't," he chuckled. He returned to what he was doing.
Slowly and surely, he applied his tongue to every square inch of Lori's bottom. He didn't stop until her buttocks were coated with a shining covering of saliva.
Lori was moaning softly. She moaned more loudly when he put his hands on her bottom and parted her buttocks.
He held them apart, exposing the dark crack and her tiny, puckered anus. She felt his breath on the sensitive flesh between her bottom cheeks.
Somewhat nervously, she asked, "What-what are you going to do, Frank?"
"You were spanked so hard that the hurt goes down deep. So I'm going down deep to lick it out."
"Please be careful."
"Trust me."
He put his face between her buttocks. She moaned from the friction of his head rubbing against her sore skin.
She was shocked when he pressed his lips against her anus and kissed it. Shocked, and excited beyond belief.
Her tiny brown anus quivered and contracted, shrinking in on itself.
Frank pressed his tongue tip against the brown ring. He -rimmed her anus, licking a circle around it.
His tongue pressed her anus, then slipped inside it. Frank pushed it past her tight sphincter ring.
Lori wiggled her bottom in excitement. Her pain was washed away by pleasure. His tongue felt like a hot, wet snake slithering inside her.
He thrust his tongue in and out of her anus, working it like it was a miniature penis that he was using to fuck her bottom with.
His other hand reached between her legs, and fondled her pussy. Lori was wetter than ever, and her juices got on his hand.
She dug her fingernails into the back of the sofa. Her plump thighs were taut and tense. She stood on tiptoes, pushing her backside against his face.
He took his tongue out of her. He kissed her anus, then pulled his head back. Her buttocks closed, pressing tightly together.
Frank stood behind her. He gripped his hard cock. He touched the swollen head against her behind, producing a train of cold chills which climbed up her spine.
Something rubbed her pussy lips. It was his cock. It felt so good and hard.
Lori wiggled her bottom. "Do it to me now!
Please! Please stick it in!"
"Easy does it, Lori."
He guided the bullet-shaped cock head between her labia. He fed the first few inches into her. His cock was hard and felt like a length of hot cable.
Lori had a tight pussy, but she was lubricated to the saturation point from the various tonguings and fondling she had received.
The cock was securely lodged in her. Frank caressed her trembling thighs. He leaned into her. Her pussy lips folded backward on themselves as his cock penetrated her.
He was very big and hard. His cock filled her pussy, and stretched the membranes. But she was able to take all of him in her.
CHAPTER SIX
Frank moved his hips back and forth. His cock slid in and out of her pussy.
When he thrust into her, he went deep. Her pussy lips pressed against the base of his shaft. His hips rubbed against her sore bottom.
It hurt when Frank rubbed her aching behind. But Lori was beyond pain. Pain merely added to her pleasure.
Her blood was like fire in her veins. Sweat beaded up on her forehead and upper lip. She closed her eyes and held on tight to the couch.
She moved her hips in response to his thrusts. Her dangling breasts shook and jiggled and rubbed against each other.
Frank reached under her. He fondled her breasts. He held the soft flesh and rubbed his fingers against the pointed nipples.
He pumped his cock in and out. Lori moaned softly every time he thrust into her. He filled her so tightly that she was afraid she wouldn't be able to take all of him in her, but she did.
Frank started slowly. He made long, deep thrusts. He began to speed up, moving faster and faster.
"Frank, Frank, Frank!" Lori gasped. "I love what you're doing to me!" Her breathless sentence ended with a high-pitched wail of pleasure.
Frank reached around her hips, and fondled her pussy. Lori was so sensitive in her tender parts that his touch was almost too intense for her to stand.
He rubbed her pussy lips. Lori moved her hips back and forth. Frank slipped his finger between her lips and found her clitoris.
It was like pressing a panic button. When he touched the throbbing marble of flesh, Lori's eyes opened and she cried out.
Frank lightened his touch. Lori shivered with excitement. Her pussy felt like a mass of liquid pleasure between her trembling legs.
Frank caressed her thighs and hips. He brushed his fingers across her bottom, sending hot and cold rushes through her body.
His chest heaved as he sucked in great gasping breaths. His face and upper body were covered with sweat. Tiny globules of sweat beaded up on his matted chest hair.
His mouth was open. He breathed through it, sounding like a bellows. Lori's buttocks rippled as his hips rocked into them again and again as he drove his cock into her.
As he fucked her, he massaged her clitoris. She was so excited, that he could apply only the lightest pressure to her throbbing pleasure button.
Frank felt his orgasm coming. He gripped Lori's plump hips and held them in place and fucked her as hard and fast as he could.
Lori tilted her head back, cording her neck muscles. Her hair was plastered to her sweat-soaked face.
She cried out. It was a wordless, ecstatic cry. Her knuckles whitened as she dug her fingers into the couch and held on tight to keep from collapsing.
Frank thrust into her. His cock head bumped the mouth of her womb. He kept his cock in her, buried deep, and didn't withdraw it.
He clutched her left breast, and squeezed the hard nipple. His other hand was. pressed against her pussy.
He rubbed her clitoris. Her hips wiggled and twisted. He pressed against the writhing teenager, keeping his cock lodged in her.
He came. He squeezed her breast. The soft flesh oozed through his fingers. He continued rubbing her clitoris.
Semen spurted from his cock. It gushed into her. It soaked into the slippery walls of her overheated membranes, soothing them.
As he came in her, he manipulated her clitoris until she orgasmed.
Lori shrieked. The cry was forced from deep in the pit of her stomach. She cried out so loudly, that Frank was afraid his next-door neighbors would complain to the landlord.
"Shhhhh!" He stroked her hips and quivering thighs, trying to calm her.
There was a fireball in Lori's pussy. It expanded, radiating heat into her thighs and her belly. She felt like she was melting.
She went weak in the knees. Her legs sagged. Frank hooked his forearm under her tummy, and held her up.
His cock erupted inside her. His face screwed up into a mask of ecstasy. He went, "Oh, oh, oh God!"
His eyelids fluttered, then closed. His head bowed forward, dropping until his chin rested on his chest.
They stood like that for a moment, as though they were statues, frozen into position.
Lori's arms were crossed on the top of the couch. Her head was buried in them. She was laughing and crying at the same time.
Frank stood with his hips pressing her buttocks, and his cock quivering in her pussy. The last drops of semen were squeezed out of his swollen balls, and spurted into Lori.
They stood like that for a while. Frank's heavy breathing slowed. His heart still beat wildly in his chest.
Lori slumped off the couch. It was as if her bones had turned to jelly. Very slowly she sank to the carpeted floor.
Still clutching her hips, Frank followed her down. His cock was still inside her. She lurched forward, away from him.
Only his cock head was inside her. She was on her hands and knees. He knelt behind her. He crawled forward on his knees, thrusting into her.
It felt so good and hot and tight to be in her. He didn't want to take his cock out of that delicious, honeyed sweetness, and expose it the cold, cruel, outside world.
Lori leaned forward. She pressed her forearms against the carpet, and rested her head in them.
She slid forward. Frank clutched her hips and followed her down, keeping his cock safely inside her.
Lori lay flat on her tummy on the carpet. The fabric was rough, and scraped against her erect nipples.
It sent little shooting pains through her breasts. She could feel them all the way into her pussy.
There was a point where her pleasure and pain mingled, where it was hard for her to tell one from the other.
Her bottom ached, and Frank lying on her with his hips pressing against her behind only made it hurt worse. But it was a sweet, thrilling hurt.
It reminded Lori of when she was very young, and had a loose tooth. She would push her tongue against that tooth all day long, moving it around, feeling the sweet and painful pressure.
Frank hooked his forearm under her. His cock was still hard inside her. "Raise your hips, Lori."
"I can't."
"Of course you can."
Lori got up on her knees. She kept her head and arms and upper body pressed against the carpet. Her bottom and crotch were the highest parts of her body.
Frank was on his knees. He clutched her hips so tightly that his fingers left red imprints on the white flesh.
He pulled his hips back. His cock emerged from inside her pussy lips. The shaft was semen-oiled and shimmering.
He took it out until only the head remained inside her. Then he thrust forward, burying the full length of the cock in her.
Lori gasped, "You're not going to do it to me again, are you?"
"You're so sweet, that I've got to have another helping of what you've got," Frank said.
He fucked her a second time. Now that he had had his first orgasm, the urgent edge was taken off his excitement.
He fucked her slow and well, taking his time. Lori just lay there, in a trance of pleasure and excitement.
She liked the feeling of being fucked from behind, like a dog. She kept her face buried in her arms, and drifted off into a dream of pleasure.
Frank was familiar with her body now, and handled it like he owned it. He knew exactly what places to touch to excite Lori the most.
Lori tried to relax and just let herself get fucked. But Frank got to her, and before she knew what she was doing, she started moving her hips in response to him.
He fucked her for a long time. His knees got sore from rubbing against the rough carpet, but that was just a minor annoyance.
Semen oozed out of Lori's pussy. It wet her pussy lips, and matted her pubic hairs. It kept her pussy nice and lubricated for Frank's cock.
Frank thrust into her. Lori wiggled her hips. He held them, and came inside her for the second time.
He didn't shoot as large a quantity of semen as he had the first time. Only a small amount trickled out of his cock into her.
But the pleasure and excitement of his second orgasm was even greater than the first.
He balled his hands into fists. His face screwed up, and he twisted his head from side to side, moaning as he did so.
This time Lori's legs did give way, and she slowly sank down on her stomach.
Frank pulled his cock out of her. Lori made a disappointed, "Oh!"
She lay on her tummy on the carpet. Her bottom was sore from all the rubbing it had gotten. Her pussy was a pulsing mass of hot electricity. Semen trickled down on her smooth thighs.
She rolled on her side. "Frank ... "
Frank lay down on the floor beside her. He reached for her, embracing her. He pulled her to him.
Her breasts pressed flat against his hard chest. Her nipples rubbed and scraped against his chest hair. They pressed the fronts of their bodies together.
Lori was frantic. She ran her hands over his smooth shoulders, his well muscled arms, his broad upper back.
She covered his face with wet kisses. He stroked her breasts and belly and thighs. They kissed.
Their mouths were glued together as they rolled around on the floor. Frank's tongue was strong and demanding in her mouth.
Finally, they came to rest. They were breathless. Frank kissed Lori on the tip of her nose. "You're the sweetest little girl of them all, Lori."
She said, "I thought I knew about sex, but I was just fooling myself! It took a man like you to show me what it was all about!"
He grinned. "Well, I am a teacher, after all."
"I never had a subject that I enjoyed learning so much!"
"This is only the beginning, Lori. We've only just started."
She shook her head in amazement. "I can't believe it could get any better than that!"
"It is hard to believe, but true."
Frank stood up. He took Lori's hand, and helped her to her feet. She looked slightly dazed. She was drained, exhausted, and satisfied.
Frank put his arms around her. Suddenly he scooped her up and lifted her off her feet.
Lori shrieked and giggled. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and held on tightly.
Frank carried her into the bedroom. The door was closed, so he kicked it open. He took her inside and tossed her down on the bed.
They climbed under the blankets. They lay there, fondling and caressing, whispering, waiting for their strength to return so they could make love again.
Lori considered herself pretty hip and with-it, not a square. But she would have been shocked beyond belief if she could have seen what was going on at her house at the very moment that she lay in bed with Frank.
Stevie was sulking in his room. He was mad that he had to stay home, and worried about what his mother might do.
Glynis had been in her bedroom for a long time. The door was closed. He didn't know what she was doing in there.
He was trying to read a comic book, but he was so anxious, that he couldn't concentrate.
He couldn't follow the story that the brightly colored pictures were trying to tell. His hands trembled, shaking the book.
"Stevie? Stevie!" Glynis called him from down the hall.
"Yes, Mom?"
"Come in here right now, Stevie!"
"How come?"
"Don't ask questions, just do what I tell you to do!"
Stevie tossed aside the comic book and got up. His legs felt rubbery, and his knees knocked together.
He left his room and went down the hall like a prisoner walking the last mile to the electric chair.
He dragged his feet, shuffling them. There was a hollow pit of tension in his belly. He had to go to the bathroom very badly.
The bedroom door was still closed. He said, "Mom?"
"Get in here," she said from the other side of the door.
It wasn't locked. He turned the knob and opened the door and stepped into the room.
He blinked. He couldn't believe his eyes. Glynis sat on the bed, waiting for him. He had never seen her look the way that she looked now.
Her fleshy body was covered by a black satin robe. The robe was tight and shimmering and clung to her lush curves.
A belted sash at the waist held the robe together. It was open at the neck in a plunging V. Stevie could see lots of her creamy white flesh, which contrasted starkly against the black satin.
Her legs were crossed. The hem of the robe had ridden up, exposing a good deal of her plump thighs and shapely calves.
She wore a pair of high-heeled, black patent leather shoes. They were open at the toes and had a vamp running across the tops of her feet.
Her toes were small and curled, and the nails of them, like her fingernails, were painted a bright scarlet color.
Her hair was neat and short. She wore make-up. Her arched eyebrows were darkened into fierce lines. Eyeliner and shadow widened her stern eyes. Her full lips were coated with red, glossy lipstick.
A pair of silver ear rings hung from her pierced lobes. They dangled and shook as she moved. Her heavy breasts pushed out the front of the robe.
Lying on the bed beside her was the leather belt which she had used to strap her daughter's bottom with.
Glynis said, "You've been a very bad boy, Stevie."
She got up. He saw that she was wearing a sexy black bra. He could see the cups and the link that held the two cups together in the space between her breasts.
The flesh was white and swelling, and oozed out of the black lace bra cups. Stevie couldn't help staring at them. He swallowed hard.
Glynis went to the door. The high heels she wore accented the contours of her thighs and calves. Her breasts bobbed as she strutted across the room.
She closed the door and locked it. She stood in front of him, and put her hands on his shoulders.
She said, "What you did was terrible-spying on your sister like that."
"I know, Mom." His voice was weak and cracked. "I'm sorry. I won't do it again, I swear. Honest."
"I'm sure that you won't do it again." She chuckled. "After tonight, you'll have learned your lesson. Since you were so curious about Lori's punishment, I'm going to give you the chance to see-and feel-exactly what it was like."
"Oh no, Mom, please don't!"
"Be quiet. You deserve a whipping. Don't try to talk me out of it. You won't change my mind, and you'll only make it worse for yourself."
She put her hands on her hips, and spread her feet apart. In her high heels she stood some inches taller than her son. She stared down at him.
She said, "Take off your clothes, little man."
"Mom, no! Not like that!" She slapped his face.
Stevie was stunned. His cheek was numb where she struck him. There was a bright red imprint of her hand on his hairless cheek.
His eyes moistened. Tears threatened to spill at any moment. His lower lip and chin trembled from the effort of holding back his sobs.
Glynis said, "I'm not fooling around, child. Your sister was spanked on the bare, and she's two years older than you. And she was spanked with her father watching-and you watching, although she didn't know that."
Glynis continued, "Now, if you don't do exactly what I tell you to do, I'll give you your punishment with the rest of the family watching. And maybe helping me out, too."
"Please don't do that!" Stevie gasped.
"Get those clothes off, then."
Stevie pulled off his shirt. He was lean and thin. His ribs could be seen. His flesh was smooth and hairless and white as fine china.
His shaking hands hesitated at his belt buckle.
Glynis said, "I'll do that."
"No, Mom, I can do it-"
She slapped away his hands. She opened his belt and his pants, and pulled down his zipper. She pulled his pants off his slender hips.
He wore a pair of simple cotton undershorts. His genitals made a bulge in them. The shorts were very tight, and his penis and balls were clearly outlined.
Stevie stepped out of his pants. They lay in a heap on the floor. Instinctively he covered his groin with his hands.
"Don't think that you're stopping now," Glynis said. "Those panties are coming off, too."
She slipped her hand between his underpants and his body. She pulled the underpants down his smooth thighs.
He had a sparse, sand-colored pubic bush. The hair was soft and curly. But he had been sexually mature, physically, for at least a year, and he had a long, thick penis and a hefty pair of dangling balls.
He tried to cover himself with his hands. Glynis scornfully told him to stop playing with himself, or she would punish him for that, too.
He tearfully denied that he was doing anything like that. Glynis laughed. She said, "Don't think that I don't know what you do in the bathroom when you lock yourself in there for a half-hour, and don't take a bath. I know what you're doing, you nasty little boy."
She sat down on the bed. She opened the sash of her robe, and let the twin halves of the robe fall open.
She wore a black bra, and black panties. The panties were lace, and were semi-transparent. The soft fabric was molded to the folds and swellings of her pubic mound. The thick, tufted hair of her bush could be seen through the delicate embroidery.
Glynis said, "Get over my lap, you bad boy!"
She pulled him across her knees, stretching him face down across them.
His penis pressed against her smooth thighs. She pulled him into position, arranging his buttocks in the best place for a spanking.
Her strong, plump hands manipulated him. She touched him quite a bit. His member rubbed and glided over her thighs.
Glynis picked up the strap. She doubled it in her hand, to give it added weight and striking power.
She wrapped her free arm around his upper body, pulling him close to her. Her thighs were smooth and warm. Stevie's face was red, and he was gasping.
Glynis brought the strap down on his behind. He had a rounded, boyish bottom. The heavy strap set the cheeks to jiggling, and left a bright red mark on them.
Glynis whipped him twenty-five times. She did it very slowly, pausing between each stroke.
She made him take his strapping with his buttocks relaxed, rather than tensed up. Whenever he clenched them, she waited for them to relax before she brought the strap down.
Soon, he writhed and moaned on her lap, his legs thrashing. He pleaded tearfully for her to stop, but she just laughed and brought down the strap again.
His penis got hard. Stevie was shocked by his own reaction. He tried to wish the erection away, but it remained throbbingly stiff.
Glynis smiled to herself. She felt her son's hard member rubbing against her warm lap and smooth thighs. Everything was working out just the way she wanted it.
She strapped him some more. Stevie pressed his hips into her lap, nestling down into it. He was weeping loudly now.
Finally, Glynis delivered the twenty-fifth stroke. Stevie bawled and kicked and thrashed.
She tossed the strap aside. It had done its work well. The rest was up to her.
She eased Stevie off her lap, and ordered him to stand in front of her.
Tears flooded his eyes and spilled down his red cheeks. When he tried to cover his groin, Glynis caught his slender wrists and held his hands at his sides.
His erect cock jutted out horizontally from his smooth, slender, hairless hips. It jerked and quivered.
Glynis sneered, "Well, well, what have we here?!"
"Oh, Mommy, I'm so ashamed!"
Glynis took hold of his penis. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft, and pressed her cool palm against it.
Stevie gasped, "Oh, Mommy!"
Glynis licked her lips. "You're not going to be a bad boy anymore, are you, Stevie?'
"No, Mommy!"
"And you're going to mind your mother, and do everything she says?"
"Yes, Mommy, I will! Honest!"
"Look at me, Stevie. Look at Mommy." She let go of his penis. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra.
She took it off. Stevie's eyes were popping, and his mouth opened in a gaping, astounded O.
Glynis' heavy breasts tumbled free from the confines of her bra. Her breasts were full and white and huge.
They hung down, sagging slightly, but still lush and desirable. The nipples were fat. They puckered and stiffened.
She said, "Come to Mommy."
She pulled him down on her lap. His whipped bottom pressed against her warm, plump thighs.
She pulled his head to her bosom. Each of her breasts was almost as big as his face. She pulled his head between her breasts.
The smooth mounds of perfumed flesh enveloped Stevie. His face was hot against them. His tears wet her skin.
She reached into his lap, and took hold of his cock. She held it upright, and began massaging it, rubbing her fingers against the sensitive underside, fondling his balls.
Stevie raised his head, and looked up at her. "Oh, Mommy, what are you doing?!"
"I'm going to do something for you that will make you feel better than you've ever felt before. But this has to be our little secret, yours and mine. You must never, never tell your father or your sister."
"I won't," he sniffled.
"Promise me."
"I swear that I'll never tell anybody, Mommy."
"That's my sweet child. You're Mommy's little man, yes you are."
Glynis cupped her heavy breast and lifted it. Stevie's mouth was open. She fed her hard nipple into it.
His lips closed over it. He licked and sucked her breast. She continued to stroke and fondle his member.
He trembled with excitement. Glynis took her nipple out of his mouth, and eased him to his feet. She stood up.
"Lie down on the bed, Stevie. On your back, honey."
Stevie sat down on the edge of the mattress. He reached out shyly and touched her hip.
Glynis said, "Have you ever seen a real, grown-up woman without her clothes on?"
"Only in pictures." He blushed. "I didn't see much of Lori when you spanked her, cause she was on her tummy."
Glynis said, "I'm going to show you what a woman is like-and I'm going to do a lot MORE than that, too!".
CHAPTER SEVEN
Glynis pulled down her panties. The wispy lace garment rustled down her legs and fluttered to the floor.
She spread her legs. Her plump thighs jiggled. Stevie leaned forward, staring wide-eyed at his mother's most secret parts-secret no longer.
Glynis took his hand, and guided it to her pussy. "Go ahead, honey, touch it. Don't be afraid."
"I'm not afraid," he whispered.
"Come on, baby. Feel me and see how a woman is made."
Stevie fingered her pubic patch. He ran his fingertips over the tangled thicket of coal-black curls.
"It feels so soft," he murmured.
Glynis guided his hand to her labia. "Touch Mommy here, honey."
Her fleshy pussy lips jiggled and softly rippled as he traced their contours with his fingers. His face showed hypnotic fascination.
She guided two fingers of his inside her pussy.
Stevie said, "It's all wet and warm in there."
"That shows when a woman wants to go to bed and make love, child. Like we're going to do."
"We are?!"
"Don't you want to?"
"Gosh, yes! But-but what if somebody finds out?"
"I'm not going to tell. Will you?"
"Heck, no!"
"Then it will be our little secret, just the two of us." Her eyes were hot and hungry. "I'm going to make a man out of you, Stevie. You'll be Mommy's little man."
She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him so that he lay on his back. He complained that it hurt his bottom.
She warned him that if he kept on complaining, she would really give him a whipping. But she stroked his cock, and said the words lightly, so he knew that she was only teasing. It wasn't spanking that Glynis had on her mind now.
Stevie crawled backward on the sheets. Glynis climbed into bed. The mattress sagged under her weight.
Her warm masses of flesh jiggled and rippled as she climbed on top of her boy. Stevie looked at her with disbelieving wonder.
Her hands were on his slender thighs. She parted his leg. She leaned forward, her heavy breasts dangling.
She lowered her head to his crotch. She gripped his penis and held it upright and took it into her mouth.
The cock was long and hot. She slurped and sucked it wetly. Stevie's mouth was open, and he was moaning and whimpering.
She ran her hands over his young, firm, smooth body. She brushed the tips of her scarlet fingernails across his balls, fondling them delicately.
Some of her glossy red lipstick smeared on his cock. Glynis took the cock out of her mouth, and squeezed it.
It was wet with saliva. There was a small bit of semen oozing out of the head.
She straddled his hips, covering the middle of his body. She held his cock and rubbed the head against her pussy lips.
She guided it between her lips, and settled herself down on him. Her pussy was dripping wet, and hot. Stevie cried out with pleasure.
Glynis' pussy was wide and stretched, and her son's penis, while large for his age, couldn't really fill her the way that she wanted to be filled.
But his cock was hard, and he was tremblingly eager for her, and willing to please. Besides, the sheer, heart-stopping excitement of this forbidden thrill aroused her beyond belief.
Stevie's cock stood straight up. It quivered inside her wet pussy.
She leaned forward. Her breasts slapped his red face. He opened his mouth and tried to fasten it on one of her nipples.
Glynis smiled to herself. To think that she had been in this same position just this morning, with her husband!
But this was much, much better. Stevie was a beautiful boy, and she loved having him naked in her marriage bed for her pleasure.
He would be even better once she had trained him to please her in just the way that she wanted.
She would use the carrot-and-stick method of training him. When he did what she wanted, she would reward him-in bed.
And, when he displeased her, she would punish him with a spanking or a strapping. When she had punished him enough, she would dry his tears and kiss them away and console him-in bed.
It was going to be wonderful, just wonderful. He would be at her beck and call, her pleasure toy, living right in the same house, only a few doors away from her.
As his mother, she would be able to arrange an infinite amount of reasons for the two of them to be alone together. And no one would ever suspect what they were doing.
She rocked back and forth on him, creating a thrilling sensual friction. Her massive hips and soft, yielding belly slapped against him.
Stevie was young and incredibly excited and couldn't hold back for long. Glynis was only fucking him for five minutes when he came.
She wasn't surprised. She expected that. After all, he was a young boy. What fun she would have teaching him how to hold back, so he could pleasure his mother better!
And if he was a slow learner-there was always the strap to reinforce her teachings.
He shivered and shuddered under her warm, fleshy body like he was having a fit.
Glynis held him and comforted him and caressed him. She embraced him, smothering his head with her heavy breasts.
Finally, he had recovered enough to tell her how much he loved her, and what she had done for him. He practically babbled his breathless words of gratitude.
She smoothed his curly hair from his sweating face. She raised her hips. His still-erect penis tumbled free from her pussy lips.
She sat on the bed with her back leaning up against the headboard. She spread her plump legs wide open.
She said, "Mommy wants you to do something for her, Stevie. She wants you to kiss her between the legs, like a good boy!"
Stevie was attracted but afraid. Glynis silenced his feeble protests by threatening to take the strap to him again.
She forced him to kneel between her open legs. He held his face close to her pussy. He brushed his lips against the tangled curls of her pubic bush.
Glynis took hold of a handful of his hair, and pulled his face into her pussy. Stevie gasped and squirmed.
She said, "Now, get in there and lick and chew it! It's not poison, so don't be afraid to get your face wet!"
Semen and pussy juices smeared on his face. Her pussy was hot and wet and pink on the inside.
Glynis told him exactly how and where she wanted him to tongue her. She raised his head and parted her pussy lips and held them open so she could show him her fleshy clitoris.
She made him kiss and lick it. His face was against her pussy, and his spanked bottom was raised in the air.
Glynis loved the way he was doing her. Her heavy thighs flexed and rippled. She cupped and fondled her breasts.
Stevie tongued her to orgasm. She pressed her thighs against his head and squeezed it tightly when she came.
They rested. Glynis teased and caressed and tantalized him, until his penis was stiff and hard and standing straight up.
She lay on her back with a pillow under her hips. She spread her legs wide open. Stevie eagerly crawled on top of her.
She reached under him and guided his penis inside her. She put her hands on his bottom. He moaned. She pulled him into her, so his cock penetrated her.
Stevie rocked his hips forward and backward. His small, red-spanked buttocks were tightly curved. His head rested on her breasts.
She cupped his buttocks. The flesh was warm against her palms. She started spanking him lightly as he thrust in and out of her.
Stevie whimpered, and moved faster and harder. Her stinging swats landed on his tender bottom.
He lasted longer this time. Glynis climaxed. Her strong arms wrapped around him in a crushing hug.
She held him like that while they labored to catch their breath. His cock quivered and throbbed in her pussy.
Glynis congratulated herself on her wisdom. Now, she had what every middle-aged woman dreams of, a cute, submissive lover boy who would do anything for her pleasure.
At the same time, Jeff Maitland was being pleasured himself.
Before he assumed the management position in his company's home office, Jeff used to be in charge of entertaining the buyers who came to town.
When the buyers came to the big city, they were looking for action, and that meant female companionship.
As a result, Jeff had to have the numbers of some ladies of the evening, who could supply what his customers wanted.
Now, it was Jeff who had a need that must be satisfied. That afternoon, he made a call from a pay phone outside the building where he worked.
He called a madam, and arranged a session for himself that evening.
He called his wife, and told her that he would be working late, and wouldn't be home for dinner.
Glynis usually gave him a hard time about things like that. But today he was pleasantly surprised. She didn't mind a bit that he was staying late, and didn't make any fuss.
Jeff didn't know, couldn't know that his wife was eager to be alone in the house with her son, so she could strip him, strap him, and fuck him.
That night, he went to a suite of rooms in a building on the East Side. The madam was a buxom fifty year old with red hair.
He told her what he wanted. She knew him, knew he wasn't working for the law. She was surprised, since he almost never had a girl himself, and only brought the out-of-town buyers to her without participating himself.
When he did have a woman, he always had straight sex. Getting a blow job was about the wildest he ever got.
That was why the madam was surprised by his request, and the specifications for the session that he demanded.
Working in her time-honored profession, the madam was nothing if not adaptable. Not even the slightest change of expression on her face indicated her surprise.
She just listened to what Jeff wanted, patted his hand warmly, and took his money. She accepted charge cards, but he wanted to pay in cash.
One of her girls took him to his room. It was a small room that was decorated to look like the bedroom of a young girl.
Jeff took off his jacket and hung it up. He loosened his tie. He sat down on the bed.
A few minutes later, the girl came in.
She was very young. Jeff knew that the madam only employed girls who were over the legal age of consent. Still, he found it hard to believe that this girl wasn't four years younger than that.
She was short and petite. Her dyed blonde hair was tied into a pair of ponytails at the sides of her head.
She had a thin, hard face. Her complexion was flawless, but she was very pale. She had blue eyes, a snub nose, thin lips, and a pointed chin.
She was in her nightie. She wore a short pink babydoll top and a pair of pink satin panties trimmed with white lace flounces.
She had small, pert breasts. The pink top was semi-transparent, and Jeff could see her tiny nipples and her budding breasts.
The hem of the top came down to the tops of her thighs. It was trimmed with soft white fur.
She had slim hips and a wickedly curved bottom. She was short and slight, and couldn't have weighed over one hundred pounds.
She wore fluffy pink slippers with fat white pom-poms. She clutched a floppy rag doll to her cheek.
She said, "My name's Annie, and I've been a naughty girl."
Jeff tugged at his tie. His palms were sweating. He stood up.
Annie said, "They say that I'm to be punished, for being such a bad girl. They say that I deserve it. They're right, I do deserve it. I'm such a naughty girl."
She came closer to him. "Do you know what I do when I'm alone at night? I think about dirty things. And I touch myself. I touch myself right between the legs. It feels soooooo good!"
"You are bad, Annie." Jeff's voice was hoarse and rasping. "I'm here to punish you!"
She gasped. A look of fear came on her face. She whimpered and begged him not to hurt her too much.
He caught her by the wrist. She cried out. He dragged her over to the bed. He sat down on the edge of it.
Annie stood in front of him. She had dropped the doll. Jeff pulled down her pink satin panties, rolling them to the middle of her slender thighs.
Her pussy was narrow and the lips were thin, but soft. She shaved her pussy, and it was a hairless slit.
Jeff put his hand between her legs. She cried out. His thick fingers were trembling as he explored her.
He pulled her face down across his lap. She was an armful of warm, squirming, squealing girl.
Her small breasts rubbed against his thigh. She wiggled on his lap. He moved her into position.
His cock was hard. It felt like it would split the seams of the crotch of his trousers.
He kneaded and squeezed her cupcake buttocks. Annie wept. He rubbed his palms against the smooth white globes.
Then he spanked her. He used his hand. No belt or brush for him this time, no sir. Just his hand, beating red into soft white buttocks.
He was sweating. He slammed his palm into her cheeks again and again. She writhed on his lap, rubbing her pussy and belly and thighs against his crotch.
He stopped when his hand stung too much to continue. The girl's bottom was bright red. She sobbed hysterically.
He parted her legs and reached for her pussy. He stroked the quivering lips.
Still crying, tears streaming down her face, Annie turned around and hugged him and kissed him.
She sobbed brokenly that she was sorry she was such a bad girl, and she didn't want her daddy to be mad at her anymore, and she just wanted to love him.
She got on the bed. She got on her hands and knees, and wiggled her bottom at him.
He stood on the floor by the bedside. His hands moved under her nightie, feeling and fondling her breasts.
He took down his pants. His cock was hard. He pulled her to him. He rubbed his cock against her spanked buttocks and made her moan.
He parted her buttocks. Her anus was tiny, brown, and puckered. He prodded the rosebud of flesh with his cock head.
Annie whimpered, "Please daddy, don't stick it in there! Put it in my pussy, not in there!"
But Jeff wanted to fuck her in the ass. When Annie saw that he was determined to do it, she dropped the little-girl masquerade and became a hardened professional.
She told him that this wasn't part of the arrangement, and that if he wanted to fuck her in her ass, he would have to pay extra.
Jeff said he would pay. Annie smiled and slipped back into her little-girl pose.
In a simpering voice, she told him where he could find a tube of lubricant. It was in the drawer of the bedside night table.
Jeff opened the drawer. Inside it was a pair of handcuffs, a dildo, a rectal stimulator, a pussy whip, a cock ring, and the tube of lubricant.
Jeff took the tube and went back to the girl. He unscrewed the cap and squeezed some of the lubricant into his hand.
He parted her buttocks and smeared the lubricant in the crack of her ass. He stuffed plenty of it in her anus.
He smeared more lubricant on his cock, so that it glistened with a gleaming coating of the stuff.
Annie told him to stick his fingers in her first, to stretch her out.
He held two of his fingers together and speared them into her anus. They entered slowly, stretching the ring of the tiny opening.
He stretched the ring with his fingers. When he stretched her enough, he took out his fingers and replaced them with his cock.
He prodded her anus with his cock head. The head was blunt and triangular. He held the tip against her brown rosebud, and pushed.
His penis entered her. Annie whimpered and moaned. She begged him to do it slowly.
He didn't know if it really hurt her, or if she was just putting on an act. He liked to think that it was really hurting her.
He stuffed his cock head past her sphincter. Annie grunted as she was penetrated.
Holding her wriggling hips, he pushed into her. His shaft entered her rectum. It was the hottest, tightest, creamiest fuck he had ever had.
He moved back and forth, fucking her in the ass. He was so excited, that it didn't take him long to come.
He penetrated her deeply. Semen erupted and gushed into her vitals. Annie bit down on her lip and moaned through her teeth.
Jeff's eyes were wide and staring. His belly trembled. His cock shot semen into the girl, while his fingers pinched and twisted her nipples.
He said, "That'll teach you, Lori! That'll teach you to be a good girl! I showed you!"
He wheezed for breath. His breasts were wrinkled and sagging. As the tight spring of internal tension was released by his orgasm, he exhaled air like a leaking balloon.
Her rectum quivered around his throbbing shaft. He kept his cock in her for a few minutes before taking it out.
Annie's face was tight and harder than ever. "Wow, man, you really used me hard. I feel like I was split down the middle."
"Sorry," Jeff mumbled. "Guess I got a little carried away."
She shrugged. "You paid for it."
She got out of bed. Her movements were slow and stiff, and she walked hunched forward slightly. She picked up her slippers and panties and doll.
"Christ," she said, "I can feel your come oozing out of my ass. Well, see you around, mister. The next time you're here, just ask for Annie."
"Right."
Annie halted at the door. She turned and looked at him. Her hand rested on the knob of the open door.
"Hey," she said, "who's Lori?"
Jeff blinked his watery eyes, then stared at her. "Huh?"
"Lori. You called me Lori while you were coming." Annie smiled cynically. "Your daughter, right?"
Jeff was too surprised to deny it. "How did you know that?!"
"I know people, mister. How old is she?"
"Sixteen." His voice cracked.
Annie said, "It's good that I know that. I can make it a lot more real, a lot more credible, the next time. And you can do everything to me that you could never do to Lori."
Annie fondled her pussy. "You can tie me and whip me and rape me in my mouth and my ass and my pussy. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Yes."
"Of course you would. When will you come and see me again? Next week?"
"Maybe sooner," Jeff said. "Maybe in the middle of next week."
"You better," Annie said. "You need it bad. In the meantime, I'll be doing all kinds of bad things, so you'll have lots to punish me for."
She stepped into the hall. She looked at him over her shoulder. . "See you soon-daddy dear."
She closed the door and went away.
Jeff sat on the bed for a while. There was an adjoining bathroom. He pulled up his pants and went in there to clean himself up.
He washed and toweled himself dry. He stared at himself in the mirror as he combed his thinning hair into place.
He straightened out his tie and got his coat and left the room. The madam was waiting for him in the hall.
Jeff paid her the money for the extra service he had required. The madam smiled.
Jeff made an appointment for a session on Wednesday.
He didn't know it, but there were other sessions, going on right in his own home town at that very minute.
In the bedroom of his house, his wife, Glynis, was sitting on the face of his son, Stevie.
She straddled his head and faced his feet. From the neck up, his head was hidden by her plump thighs and fleshy pussy.
His mouth was hot against her wet pussy. The slippery membranes pressed against his young face.
His cock was stiff and straight. That was another thing that Glynis loved about this young boy. Perhaps he ejaculated too quickly, but his cock readily hardened, and he could have three or four orgasms.
She clutched his stiff penis, and rubbed her hand up and down on it. Semen jetted from the red, swollen head and oozed on her hand.
She would make him lick it off, later.
Jeff didn't know it, but his daughter was having a session of her own, too.
She was lying naked on her back on Frank's bed. The blankets were pulled off, and the sheets were rumpled and wet with sweat and semen.
She lay so that her buttocks rested on the foot of the bed, and her legs hung over the edge of it.
Frank stood on the floor in the center of the V made by her open legs. He held the legs so that her thighs pressed against his hips.
He held her so her hips were lifted clear of the bed. His cock was buried in her dripping pussy. Her pussy lips were sore and irritated from getting so much vigorous fucking in one night.
Lori's back was sweaty. The sheets clung to her wet flesh. She lay with her arms raised back along her head, and lying flat on the mattress.
Frank's buttocks were tight and clenched. His body still retained a bit of his faded summer tan, but his hips and bottom were pale white, since he had worn a bathing suit while tanning.
Lori sighed every time he thrust deep into her, and she moaned every time he pulled his cock back on a withdrawal stroke.
Her plump breasts rose up from her torso like mountains rising up from a flat plain. The soft mounds of flesh trembled as she was fucked.
His cock filled her. Her clitoris was throbbing. She moaned and whimpered and flexed her thighs.
Frank came in her. Lori rolled her eyes up in her head so that only the whites of them showed. She shuddered as she climaxed.
Jeff Maitland couldn't know it, but his daughter's best friend, Sue, whom he had admired paternally and from afar, was also having a session of her own.
This was the best night of Sue's young life. And she didn't have to worry about it ending, either.
She had arranged with her folks to let her spend the night at Diane's. Her parents asked to speak to Diane on the phone, so they would be sure that was really where she would be sleeping, and not with some boy.
After they talked to the teacher, they happily gave their permission. After all, what could happen to Susan while she was under the supervision of her gym teacher and faculty advisor?
Plenty.
Sue was tied naked to Diane's bed. Diane had talked her into it, and Sue was glad that she did.
Diane said that they would play a game. She would be a fierce Amazon queen, and Sue would be her helpless captive.
Sue loved to pretend-she was very active with the student dramatic society, and had been in some of their plays.
She readily fell into the spirit of this game. But it was more than just a game, because she was really tied to the bed, and Diane was really raping Sue's pussy with her lips and tongue.
Diane crouched over Sue in the classic position. She sat on the girl's upturned face, and her mouth was pressed to Sue's pussy.
Sue moaned and clutched the ropes as Diane brought her to orgasm.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Saturday morning.
Sue and Diane were in the girls' gym at the high school. They were the only ones in the building, as far as they knew.
The school had a custodian, but he would be away until Sunday afternoon. Diane had keys to the school. She was the faculty supervisor for many extra-curricular student activities, which often required her to come into the building on weekends and after school.
Diane told Sue that she just had to do some updating of her records, and wouldn't be at the school for more than an hour.
Sue was floating on air. Last night was the most exciting night of her life. She blushed from thinking about some of the things she and Diane had done. She couldn't wait to do more of them.
It gave Sue a feeling of superiority to be allowed in the empty school on Saturday. She felt like she was a real insider.
Since she was in the gym anyway, she decided to put the time to good use, and take a workout.
She took off her street clothes, and put on her gym suit and sneakers. She used the exercise equipment in the girls' gym.
Diane was in her office. She made a phone call. She talked very quietly, so Sue wouldn't hear.
When she completed the call and hung up, she was pleased. Things were going perfectly.
She pretended to be working. She wore a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt with the high school emblem displayed on the front of it.
After about twenty minutes, she heard a car drive up and stop in the parking lot.
She called Sue to her. Sue ran across the polished wooden floor. The sound of her sneakers slapping on the wood echoed hollowly through the gym.
She wasn't wearing a bra, and her breasts bounced and jiggled inside her T-shirt. Her face was shining, and there were damp patches of sweat under her arms.
Diane embraced her. "You were exercising so hard that I was sweating just from watching you!"
She smoothed back Sue's hair and kissed her. "Don't you look pretty today! Just like you do every day."
"Thank you." Sue blushed.
She blushed even more as Diane began fondling her breasts through the shirt.
Sue said, "It really feels strange, doing this in here."
"Gymnasium is a Greek word. The Greeks believed that a gym was a temple for the body. And what better thing to do in a temple than worship?"
Diane pulled the shirt up, rolling it over the top of Sue's breasts. The tiny pink nipples were stiff.
Diane traced the contours of the smooth, swelling breasts. She planted kiss after kiss on them.
Sue parted her lips, and moaned softly. Diane had her lift up her hands, so she could pull off her shirt. In a moment, Sue was nude from the waist up.
Diane took off her sweatshirt. She was wearing a bra, which she removed. She embraced Sue.
Their hips rubbed together. Diane's large breasts pushed against Sue's smaller ones. The nipples grazed and brushed and touched. Diane's nipples were fat and pinkish-brown; Sue's were small and pink and pointed.
Diane kissed her some more. Sue ardently returned the kisses. As Diane had discovered to her pleasure last night, Sue loved to use her mouth.
While she fondled and kissed Sue, Diane was alertly listening. She heard the muffled sounds of activity.
If she hadn't been listening for them, she might not have heard them. And if she didn't know what they were, she might have thought that they were the ordinary sounds of a building shifting and settling on its foundations.
But she knew better. She should. She had eagerly arranged what was going to happen.
Sue was too excited to notice anything but what Diane's hands and mouth were doing to her.
Diane pulled down Sue's gym pants. They fell to the girl's ankles. Sue's panties were damp with sweat, particularly where they rubbed against the crack of her ass.
Diane removed the panties, too. Sue was naked, except for the socks and sneakers she wore.
Diane took off her jeans. She let Sue take off her panties. Sue's slender, soft hands caressed the older woman's pussy and thighs as she took down the panties.
Diane pressed against her. The hairs of their pubic bushes met and mingled. Their pussy lips rubbed together, rustling softly.
Diane lovingly stroked Sue's bottom. She got down on her knees at Sue's feet, and held on to the girl's hips.
Sue leaned against the wall. The wall was tiled, and the tiles were cool against her soft buttocks.
Diane kissed her pussy lips, and licked them. Her tongue glided into the teenager's wet slit.
Suddenly, the door opened.
Frank Lavery said breezily, "I'd like to talk to you about the schedule for next week's game, Miss Raynor-GOD DAMN!"
Frank did a double take, and froze in the doorframe. It was a pretty good job of acting, since he knew in advance that Diane would be in here with Sue.
Frank and Diane were lovers, and had been for years. They both were highly sexed and insatiable.
They had a fine working arrangement. Whenever one of them made a new erotic conquest, they shared her with the other.
They had both had their eyes on Lori and Sue for a long time. Diane had carefully cultivated Sue, and Frank did the same with Lori.
Frank and Diane set the whole thing up. Diane arranged it so that Frank would "catch" her with Sue, seemingly by accident.
Diane and Sue froze in place, like statues. Diane's face was pressed to Sue's pussy. She turned her head to look at Frank.
Her mouth and chin were wet. She put a stricken expression on her face. She whispered, "Oh, God!"
Sue looked terrified and guilty. She was so stunned that she couldn't even move.
Frank said, "Well, what do you know! So that's how it is between you two, huh? Gee, this must be my lucky day! I just came in for a few minutes to check my schedule, and I saw your car and decided to talk to you, Diane."
"Next time, try knocking first," she said.
"Don't worry, I won't give away your secret," he grinned. "But you'll have to do something for me in return."
"What?"
He fondled and squeezed his cock through his pants. "What do you think?"
He told them to go out of the office. Diane said, "We better do what he says, Susan."
Susan was afraid and trembling. Diane put her arms around her and hugged her close, trying to calm her.
There was a thick mat on the floor. The gymnastics team used it to practice tumbling on. Frank told Diane to lie down on it, on her back.
"What are you going to do?" she asked, as she got into position.
"I just want to watch you girls doing what comes naturally. Now, Susan, I want you to sit on Diane's face."
Sue was afraid. Diane urged softly, "Do it, Susan. This won't be so bad. It just might be fun!"
"I'll surely do my best," Frank said.
Diane sat up and had Sue come to her. She stroked the girl's legs and soft inner thighs. "Sue's just afraid. Let me warm her up."
Sue asked Frank, "You're not going to tell anybody about me and Diane, are you? Oh, please don't!"
"If you cooperate with me, I'll cooperate with you," Frank said. "And you can start cooperating by doing what I told you, and getting on Diane's face!"
"Come on, Sue, Come to me, honey. Don't be afraid," Diane soothed. "After all, it's not as if we haven't done this before!"
Diane pulled Sue downward. Sue put her feet on either side of Diane's head.
If she did it that way, she would have been facing Diane's feet ( and pussy) when she straddled the gym teacher's face. Frank told her to turn around so that her back would be turned to Diane's feet.
Sue turned around. Diane pulled her to her. Sue's knees flexed, and her legs bent. She lowered herself down.
She looked down between her legs. Diane smiled up at her as Sue's pussy came down to her face.
Sue pressed her pussy against Diane's mouth. She was stiff and rigid when Diane began to apply her lips and tongue to her slit.
Frank stood by, arms folded across his chest, watching and grinning. There was a fat bulge in the crotch of his slacks from the massive erection he had.
Diane's tongue got to Sue. The tension fled from her body as Diane licked pleasure into it. Soon Sue's pussy was hot and dripping with secretions.
Her pussy quivered.
Frank came over to her. He grinned down at her. He opened his slacks and pulled them and his shorts down to his knees.
His erect cock jutted inches away from her mouth. He smoothed her hair and fondled her breasts.
He said, "Sweet Sue, one of the two prettiest students in the school."
Sue said, "Please, not that ... "
He shoved his cock into her open mouth.
Sue squirmed and panicked for an instant. But Diane's mouth still worked on her pussy, and Diane's hands were soothing and calming.
Sue relaxed. She rocked her hips on Diane's face. Diane stuck her tongue straight up, and pressed the tip of it against Sue's clitoris.
Sue sucked Frank's cock. She remembered what an idiot she had made of herself with Johnny, not that he didn't deserve it, the creep.
She was resolved not to repeat the same mistakes. Remembering how Diane had coached her in the fine art of giving pleasure with her mouth, Sue worked her tongue and lips on Frank's member.
She reached out and shyly stroked his muscular thighs. They were hard and hairy, so different from hers and Diane's.
She stroked his balls. Frank murmured how much he loved that, but that she should do it very gently, since he was so sensitive there.
His cock filled her mouth. Her pouting pink lips pressed against his stiff penis. The corners of her mouth stretched when he thrust into it.
He held her head in position while he fucked her mouth. His palms pressed against the sides of her face.
He stopped rocking his hips. He groaned. His cock trembled and vibrated on her tongue.
She curled the tongue, and whipped it along the underside of his shaft.
He came in her mouth.
Sue knew what to do this time. Her jaw and throat muscles worked as she gulped down the come.
Diane had been right, Sue was happy to discover. It didn't taste bad at all. And she hardly had any semen in her mouth, since most of it went down her throat.
After the last few drops of semen trickled out of his cock head, Frank kept his member in her mouth, and savored the delights of having his penis surrounded by hot, slippery wetness.
Sue was savoring a few sensations herself. Diane's probing tongue brought her to a wrenching climax.
Sue moaned. The vibrations travelled along Frank's cock, giving him a thrill. Sue clutched her breasts and squeezed them. She closed her eyes.
Frank took his cock out of her mouth. Sue gasped. Heat blossomed in her clitoris, and radiated through the inside of her pussy.
When Sue finally recovered from her shuddering orgasm, the afterglow between her legs left her breathless and dizzy.
Frank pulled up his pants. He took Sue's hand, and pulled upward. "Stand up, Sue. You too, Diane."
Sue staggered. She was lightheaded and unsure of her balance. Frank slipped his arm around her slender waist and steadied her.
Diane stood up, her heavy breasts bobbing. The nipples were hard. Her face was wet with saliva and Sue's secretions.
Frank said, "Let's all go into the boys' gym. You gave me a surprise,, and now I have one for you. And don't bother to bring your clothes. You won't be needing them."
Diane got on the other side of Sue. She put her arm around the girl, too. The trio went to the boys' gym.
While they walked, Sue's bare thighs brushed against Diane and Frank. Frank fondled her breasts as he walked, while Diane stroked and rubbed the girl's bottom.
When they entered the boys' gym, Sue stopped walking, and gasped with shock.
Frank leered, "How do you like my little surprise?"
Sue put her hand to her open mouth. "Lori!"
Lori was naked and bound to the parallel bars. She was in suspension, and padded ropes from Frank's private collection of bondage equipment.
Lori had told him how much she loved him, and how she would do anything for him, anything. So Frank had told her that he was going to put her affection to a real test.
When Diane called to tell him she was at the school with Sue, Frank had called Lori on her private line, and arranged to pick her up.
When they were in the boys' gym, Frank told her to take her clothes off. He had put her in bondage the night before, so she wasn't surprised by his command. And she had been so delighted by being fucked by him while she was tied up, that she eagerly obeyed.
Frank bound her wrists and ankles to the parallel bars. Lori hung in suspension, with her back turned to the floor. Since the ropes were padded, they didn't cut into her flesh.
She was also gagged. Frank stuffed one of his dirty socks in her mouth, and taped it closed with adhesive tape.
Lori didn't know anything about Sue or Diane. She made muffled noises from behind her gag.
Frank took Sue over to Lori. "Since you and Lori are such close friends, it's time you made love!"
"No, please, I couldn't do that!" Sue said.
"You'll do it, or you'll get a whipping!"
Diane said, "Do it, Sue. You know you want to. Look at her. Her legs are tied open and her pussy is naked and waiting for you. You know how to please her and make her feel good, so do it!"
"The sooner you do, the sooner I'll take her down from there," Frank said.
Sue knelt on the gym mat under the parallel bars. Lori dangled and swayed slightly from side to side.
Sue kissed Lori's pussy. Lori sighed from behind the gag. Sue licked her quivering pussy lips.
Lori moved her body, pressing her pussy closer to Sue's mouth. That was all that Sue needed to overcome her reluctance.
Sue clamped her lips to Lori's pussy lips, and thrust her tongue inside them. Lori's pussy membranes were slippery and wet. Sue licked up the slit, and found the throbbing clitoris. She played her tongue over it. Lori writhed with pleasure.
Diane knelt by Lori's head. She pulled off the tape from her mouth, and pulled out the saliva-saturated sock.
Lori cried, "Sue, you're doing it so good to me! Don't stop!"
Diane silenced Lori with a passionate kiss.
But Sue didn't have time to be jealous. Frank pulled down his pants and knelt behind her.
Sue's pussy was wet. Frank guided his cock between the lips. Sue raised her bottom so she could take him inside her.
He was long and hot and hard. His cock filled her pussy. It glided along the hot velvet of her membranes.
She licked Lori harder. Frank fondled her breasts and her clitoris as he thrust in and out of her.
Lori was off in another world. Diane was kissing her breasts and fondling and sucking them. Sue was eating her pussy and driving her wild.
This was the best workout that Lori had ever taken in the gym!
And they had all day ahead of them. One man, one woman, and two beautiful teenagers.
Lori shivered with delight as she thought of the pleasures yet to come.
She moaned. Her mouth and tongue were dry from the gag. But she hadn't minded it; somehow it seemed appropriate for her to be gagged with Frank's dirty sock.
She could endure that, and a whole lot more besides, if it pleased him.
Her mouth and jaw were sore and throbbing from being stretched. She licked her lips.
Sue pressed the wet, slippery insides of her lips against Lori's clitoris. She applied a gentle suction, and took the clitoris up between her lips.
It was a trick that Diane had taught her last night. Holding the clitoris between her lips, she flicked her tongue across the fleshy button.
Lori's mouth opened into a wide, moaning O. She closed her eyes and shivered.
Diane took her hot, wet mouth off Lori's nipple, and looked up. She crawled to her on her knees.
The gym teacher put her hand under Lori's head, lifting it. She pressed her wet mouth against the teenager's.
Diane thrust her tongue into Lori's mouth. She explored it, tasting the sweetness and spices, rubbing the girl's tongue with her own.
She fondled Lori's breasts as she kissed her. Diane was big-bosomed herself, and Lori reminded her of how she had been at sixteen.
Diane loved to fondle and rub those breasts, so lush and full, and so like her own. She rolled the nipples in her fingers.
Lori's thigh muscles flexed and rippled. Sue's mouth and lips worked on her clitoris, her head bobbing slightly.
Sue had to fight to keep concentrating on what she was doing. Frank's hard, surging cock was setting her pussy on fire.
His hands were on Sue's breasts, feeling out their contours, cupping them, lifting them, toying with the nipples.
Sue lifted and tilted her hips, positioning her pussy at the best possible angle for the gym teacher's hard-driving thrusts.
Sue was confused. She wasn't sure which she liked better in her pussy, Frank's hard cock, or Diane's educated lips and tongue.
She decided that they were both wonderful, and she intended to get as much of both as possible.
Lori's pussy was fresh and juicy. The secretions from her pink membranes were smeared on Sue's face.
Sue loved the taste of Lori. She felt like a fool, thinking of how many years she and Lori had been best friends, when they could have been lovers.
Well, they were lovers now. She wondered what it would be like, to have Lori kneeling between her legs, her mouth working on Sue's pussy.
Sue couldn't wait to Find out!
Frank's bony knees bumped and scraped on the mat as he leaned into Sue. Sue's cupcake buttocks quivered and shook as his hips slammed into them.
His strokes were long and deeply penetrating. Sue's pussy gripped his member tightly, holding it in a grip of hot, wet velvet.
Frank kissed and licked Sue's back. He reached between her legs, and touched her pussy.
Sue gasped, then shivered. He slipped his finger between her pussy lips, and placed the tip of it against her clitoris.
He massaged her clitoris while his hard cock thrust in and out of her labia. The pussy lips were wet and ruddy.
Lori's face screwed up. She squeezed her eyes shut. Her suspended body went rigid as Sue's tonguing and Diane's fondling brought her to her climax.
She squeezed her sweating thighs against Sue's wet head. Her small toes curled and uncurled.
Lori whipped her head from side to side, sending her hair flying. "God god god god god GOD!!!"
She writhed convulsively as her orgasm hit her.
She clutched the padded ropes binding her wrists to the parallel bars. She gripped them so hard that her knuckles went white.
Sue gasped. Frank shoved deep into her, his cock head bumping the mouth of her womb.
She dropped her head from between Lori's thighs. Sue put her palms on the floor and wiggled her bottom as Frank came inside her.
