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 Jennifer's Postal Predicament Part 1 of ?  F-solo, MF/f, mf/F, F/f, M/f,
nc, humil, teen, toys, furniture, farce

   All that legal guff about how you might be an innocent child, or living
under a censorious government, puritanical legal system, your mother
wouldn't approve, you should not be here, you really must stop now, etc. 
Sigh...  What a fucked up world.  Anyway, what follows is an explicit,
graphic, extreme sexual fantasy.  You have been warned.  Leave now if not
already corrupted.

   This story was written by SensoryOverlord, and is Copyright 2001.  You
may copy and read for free.  Reproduction of this work for profit is not
OK.

   Synopsis Teen girlfriend sets up an erotic, inescapable self-bondage
scene at home alone after school, as treat for boyfriend, who she expects
to arrive soon.  Naturally, things go awry.

   The Story

   You open the cover, and begin to read, hoping the hot bits start right
away.  Instead, there is a small weatherboard cottage, set in an enclosing
circle of thick shrubbery and trees, in late afternoon suburban summer
sunshine.  To the right, a winding path leads up via worn sandstone steps
through the bushes to a street higher on the hillside.  It is not far, yet
from up there on the street, at the gate and letter box, the house is
hidden.  There is only the stepped path, leading down, twisting among
bushes.  There are neighbouring houses, but they too are hidden, separated
by depths of trees and overgrown weedy greenery from each other and the
street.

   It is a very old cottage.  Built cheaply once, and rarely maintained, it
has reached a sort of agreement with dilapidation, in which the owners do
just enough to keep it rentable, to tenants of limited means.  For all
that, the peeling paint and broken-wired clothes hoist around the side, it
still seems a happy, cheerful little home.  There are bright curtains in
the windows, and healthy pot plants on the flaking concrete porch.  Music
can be heard from inside; an early Elton John album.  In the year of our
story, this is the sort of music teenagers would be listening to.  There is
a peal of delightful girlish laughter, then only music again.  Otherwise,
the house reveals little, since whoever is inside has chosen to close the
front door (actually, the only door), and draw all the curtains on this
fine, sunny and warm afternoon.  Old it may be, but this little house still
has its secrets.  It sits there, sunshine on its peeling white paint,
providing its occupants with what they desire most - privacy.  An isolated,
intimate solitude, to enjoy each other's company and other pleasures, for
some hours each day.  To be free of all other cares and control. 
Discovering the physical joys, along with the fascination and difficulties
of haltingly adult relationships.

   Reading, you are getting impatient with such abstract stuff, and
wondering whether its maybe time to skip to some other _real_ porn text
file.  The author takes pity on you, and switches the view to inside this
cottage.

   The couple are young teens, boy and girl.  Naked on a rumpled bed, they
are idly chatting, listening to the music, clearly post-intercourse.  She
is lying lengthways on her side, facing out into the room.  He is sitting
cross legged behind her, back against the wall, stroking fingertips along
the intoxicating curves of her thigh, hip and waist.  Half as a pleasure
for her, half in simple awed amazement at her beauty, and his joy in having
this time with her.  They talk of nothing much, and often lapse into the
silence of friends who have spent much time together already.  Merely
enjoying the touching, and the music.  Soon it will be time to get up, and
dress, and tidy away the signs of their lovemaking, before the girl's
mother arrives home.  Two hours, between school end, and parental presence
- that is their oasis, their refuge and playground, those days they can be
together then.

   Her name is Jennifer, and she had turned 16 only this year, only a few
months ago.  Her boyfriend, Greg, is a few months ahead of her into his
17th year.  She is beautiful, tall, with a fully developed woman's figure
and the face of an as yet undiscovered movie heroine.  When she is sure of
herself, it is a strong face, and she has a vein of strength in her
character to match, when circumstances are right.  Yet her 16 years and
family misfortune have made her often hesitant and shy.  Her father was
never the same after the war, and took to drink for his shell-shattered
nerves.  Growing up in a struggling family, the youngest of three, her two
brothers rarely home, her mother trying her best to make ends meet on her
meagre typist's income and father's pension, Jennifer had survived a less
than ideal childhood.  In the last few years, her father's binges had
worsened, till her mother had given up on him.  With the brothers long
since left, she and Jennifer had a few months ago leased this small home on
their own.

   This had made life for Jennifer and Greg much more interesting, since
now they had a secluded oasis, guaranteed to be theirs alone for at least
two hours a day, every weekday.  They had been lovers before, but only in
those random times that can be stolen away from the demands of life, family
and school.  Long evening drives in a parent's borrowed car, or day trips
to secluded bush campsites.  But since the move, they had got down to some
serious exploration of the sexual adventure land.

   Neither was previously experienced - either in sex, or the ways in which
two novice adult minds can interact.  They made many mistakes, and suffered
more than a few foolish inconsequential fallings out, and in again. 
Learning haltingly, too slowly, that the ways we see others act are not
necessarily the ways we should act.  That there are choices unspoken of,
and paths both simple and deep that can be taken, regardless of past
events. That some things said to be important, are not, and other things
commonly dismissed, are worth attention.

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   One thing that has been slowly dawning on him, is that Jennifer seems to
rather like being _made_ to do things.  Sexual things, particularly.  It
seems strange to him at first, a difficult idea to get to grips with, since
he is by nature a rather free-willed individual, and hates being ordered to
do things of any sort, by anyone.  Which doesn't make his school life very
enjoyable.  Till he starts to comprehend this streak in her personality, he
had never seriously considered such an idea: that of making an enjoyable
game out of plays with dominance and submission.  But it grows on him, and
ideas begin to occur to him.  He does tend to have an inventive mind, once
he turns it to a particular problem.  One time she mentions to him that she
loves it when he finds her in a bad mood, disinterested in sex, and then
forces her to submit to a finger fucking, until she is panting with desire,
eager for anything.

   He has always had something of a fascination with the act of inserting
objects in her cunt - mostly with the effect it has on her to work some
improbable but phallic object deep and long in her sex, churning it around
in her till she moans with pleasure, her hands pressing flat on her belly,
her loving the feel of the thing so deep up her, pressing at her fingers
from inside her own body.  With her thighs taut and wide, her mons
thrusting up, urging the intruder deeper, she groans "Ohhhhh yessss... 
stir me up...  stir meeee...  yess......" As well as the visual pleasure
this brings him, and the thrill of kinky erotica, it seems to him that the
very fact that he can always make her submit to this, is perhaps the most
exciting element of all.  She will _always_ let him do as he wishes with
her, all it takes even at the most unlikely times, is a few minutes of
sinking his fingers in her.  And she knows this, and never refuses that
initial act.

   A few times lately, he has begun to experiment with placing objects
fully inside her cunt, and having her leave them in there for varying
intervals.  He has not yet dared to try making her do this during her
school day, or overnight while she is home with her mum, but the idea is
lurking there.  He just isn't yet quite comfortable with this idea that she
really will do most anything he says.

   Just once they have tried having her wrists tied to the bed head, which
made for an interesting session of fucking and vagina stirring with candles
and so on.  They had only just discovered the word 'bondage', and great
variety of interesting things possible with ropes - in a couple of porn
magazines he had found.  So far they hadn't tried any of those things; sort
of at the 'sniffing at the glass and looking thoughtful' stage.  But its
clear to both of them that its she who would be bound, not he, and that
just the idea alone makes her instantly wet.

   There is a more immediate issue to be pursued.  An idea he'd had, and
was exploring.  For the last few days, he has been adding frustration to
their games - refusing to bring her to orgasm, or allow her to achieve it
herself.  Not until she will do as he requests with the bedposts.

   Her bed has phallic corner posts - belly high, round turned wood, large
egg sized and shaped top knob.  He has asked her to tip-toe over one, and
lower her sex onto it, seeing how far she can bear to insert it, and to try
and make herself cum on it.  She is reluctant - it seems so big, and she is
a little afraid of somehow slipping, and injuring herself.  But mostly just
embarrassed to have him stand by, watching her do such a kinky thing. 
There is also a worry at the back of her mind - what if she really likes it
- would she be able to resist the temptation to do it often?  Too often?

   Yesterday, her several-days-denied need for orgasm, and his coaxing, had
overcome her resistance late in the afternoon.  That day he had not
undressed, but had remained fully clothed as he at first cuddled her, then
teased her into another arousal, then undressed her.  They had sat most of
the afternoon, she naked in his lap, talking, as he now and then toyed with
her sex, keeping her wanting more as he returned the conversation at times
to his idea for her on the post.  She had been surprised to find herself
enjoying the situation - it always made her feel a kind of warm
satisfaction, a kind of 'owned' feeling, when she sat naked on his knee,
his fingers possessing her vagina, driving the excitement of her body and
mind with a power she could not control, nor did she wish to.  Somehow,
this new twist, that he was using this power over her to persuade...  no,
to coerce, her to do an act at once frightening and exciting, even
perverted...  somehow that added a sharp tang of kinky excitement to the
experience.  She thought she should be angry with him, for trying to
manipulate her, but somehow....  all she could think of was how his fingers
felt, and how much she wanted more.

   Finally, with not much time remaining to them that day, and excited to
distraction, she had agreed.  She had stood herself on tiptoe over the
post, its tip pressing against her already moist slit.  Hesitating, she had
glanced at him, standing some feet away, his gaze intent and commanding. 
She'd felt the heat in her sex burning, eager for the feel of that firm
pressure deeper inside, and eager to please him.  Yet as she lowered
herself slightly, and the fat hard knob slipped suddenly inside her, only a
little but so forceful and large, stretching her...  In a hot flash she
felt almost overwhelmed by a sense of nasty erotic abandon; a wildness that
made her want to drive herself onto the post violently, even to hurt
herself...  to cum and cum...  and the thoughts made her suddenly afraid,
afraid of losing control, of injuring herself on the solid, unmoving pole.
Yet she burned with desire, for him, for relief from the last week's
frustrations, for his reassurance and touch.  She'd pulled off, abandoning
the attempt and falling wordless into his arms.  Hoping he would lay her
down and fuck her into heaven.

   Instead he'd simply held her in a hug for long moments, him dressed, her
naked, then let her go.  He was annoyed with her; that she made such a
half-hearted attempt, then quit without getting more than an inch of the
bed post inside.  He had been expecting the erotic visual treat of seeing
his beautiful girlfriend standing, deeply transfixed on the post, its thick
wooden girth splaying her sex.  He'd planned to masturbate her there to
orgasm, teasing her immobile clit as he kneeled in front of her, admiring
the sight of her emposted cunt.  He wasn't interested in any other outcome.
Soon after that he'd left, being a little cold to her, in the peevish
incommunicative way of teenagers.  Leaving her heated and unsatisfied, yet
with not enough time to relieve herself before her mother arrived home.

   That evening she'd been plagued with erotic thoughts involving the
bedposts and her pussy.  It had felt so incredibly assertive - that thick,
immovable shaft, so tall she'd been on very tips of her toes to even slide
her sex onto its end.  She can't stop wondering what it must feel like, if
deeply sunk into her guts, her feet flat on the floor...  or even (she
shudders) spread wide apart to force it in as far as she could bear.  She
imagines what she would look like, her hips shuddering and humping on the
immovable post, maybe forcing her to orgasm after orgasm!  Maybe...  though
so far she has never had a vaginal orgasm, no matter how hard Greg tried,
even with a vibrator.  She is definitely a clitoris girl, so far - and Greg
is getting rather good at playing tunes on her body through that little
instrument.

   This recent tactic of his to use that pleasure to coerce her, to have
her do as he wishes, it was surprising her with her own reactions to it. 
She'd grown long accustomed to his skill at bringing her to orgasm, and
come to expect at least one or two every time they made love.  Sometimes,
especially in the last month, he seemed to dedicate their afternoon to
experiments in how many times he could bring her to shuddering climax. 
Then a week ago, that had changed.  As usual, he had teased her to a near
frenzy, but then left her hanging.  She'd assumed it was just a temporary
tease, but as the afternoon wore on, and he repeated the process several
times, she sensed something was different.  He had made no comment, just
smiled when she begged for the final release.  It had gotten closer to the
time of her mother's arrival, and still she was horny.  With only minutes
to go, he'd had her dress, then _still_ caressed her through her jeans and
blouse, right until her mother's key turned in the lock.  With her a little
red-faced and out of breath, he'd chatted to her mum for a few minutes,
then left, saying it was time to be home for tea.  Even then, she'd assumed
it was just a little game he'd chosen to play.  The next day, for sure he'd
make it up.

   But he didn't.  He came round, beating her there in fact.  Then repeated
almost exactly her previous torment.  She'd been very angry with him in the
last few minutes before he left, and her mother had assumed they'd had a
row.  That night she kept waking, her sex swollen and wet, from swollen,
wet dreams.  She cursed her bedroom's lack of privacy from her mother.

   The next day she asked him what he thought he was doing, and would he
please stop it.  He'd smiled, and explained that it was an experiment, and
no, he wouldn't.  Said he was planning to do just the same for while, and
see just how horny she would get.  Maybe see what she would do for sex,
once she really, really needed it.  She'd gotten angry with him again, said
some unkind things.  He'd just calmly grabbed her, stripped off her clothes
despite her quite strong resistance, and held her still, his fingers
working the familiar magic in her cunt, his lips around her nipple.  It
amazed her, how the heat rose up through her from her sex, and evaporated
the anger.  That feeling, of being owned, in his power, it grew so strong
that time, in the realisation that he could _make_ her want it, make her
want him, even against her will.  He had stayed for dinner that night, her
still throbbing with the need, but somehow no longer angry with him for
that.  Perhaps it would be...  interesting, to see how horny she would get.
She still awoke from sweaty dreams that night, but it seemed easier to go
back to sleep, despite the throbbing in her hungry sex.

   The next morning she woke to find, surprised at herself, that her
fingers had found their way under her belly and into her nightie, and must
have been playing at her slit, to judge from its engorged and sopping
state. But there are only light bedclothes over her, and her mother is
bustling about and has already opened the doors to her room.  She has no
choice but to rise and begin her preparations for school.  Even in the
shower she has no privacy - the bathroom door has no lock, and her mother
is in the habit of walking in and out, regardless.  She gets dropped off by
mum at school, still aching in her sex.  Its kind of cool, she thinks, the
way he's making her so horny.  Lucky her teachers don't know about the
state of her knickers.

   That afternoon when Greg again is there before her, she tries again to
angrily confront him, saying its cruel and heartless of him to treat her
this way.  But this time he does not even try to physically overpower her.
He just stands back from her, and calmly tells her that if she wants to
talk about this, she must first strip.  Somehow, she cannot continue the
act of anger, and complies sulkily, thinking that perhaps when she points
out how puffy and red her genitals are, and how embarrassing its been to
walk around all day at school with a soaking wet stripe down the middle of
her panties, perhaps he will relent.

   He notices all right, but he doesn't relent.  Far from it - he seems
greatly pleased to see definite evidence that his little experiment is
bearing fruit.  He has her stand in the middle of the room, legs wide
apart, as he walks around her, closely admiring her straight-from-school
state of arousal.  He hugs her from behind, running his hands over her,
kissing her neck, then kneels in front and fingers her hungry slit
carefully, slowly.  Loosening her will in that familiar way, then using her
need as a goad, he has her describe her feelings and experiences of the
last few days.  He tells her this is working out far better than he hoped,
and he loves her even more, to see her in this state of sexual heat, to
know that she will allow him this power over her.  Somehow, as he moulds
her heat in waves, rising and falling but never breaking, and they talk,
she finds herself agreeing that she likes this, likes knowing she is horny
for him, by his will.  That she will bear the frustration, so they may both
explore the intensities of desire of which her body is capable.

   She finds herself kneeling, him sitting on the bed edge, her mouth
working on his rigid cock, his hands holding her wrists, and her knees wide
apart on the carpet, the fire blazing in her vacant cunt.  He jets into her
throat, groaning and she groans too, of the longing for release in her
belly, but also of the pleasure in being his.  Later, he has her lie back
on the bed, as he licks and fondles her breasts, teasing her nipples to
aching rigidity.  He has her repeat again and again, that she will not
attempt to masturbate.  Gives her hints that there will be 'tasks' he
wishes her to perform, and that this will be part of the experiment.  She
asks what sort of tasks, but he won't say.  He wants her to agree that she
will do whatever he says, and trust his judgement.  She is not so sure, but
he teases her to unsatisfied crest after crest, until she agrees that yes,
she will do whatever he says.

   Later, with her mother home again, and Greg gone, and her body still in
a state of throbbing excitement, she recalls saying that.  Rationally, she
knows that might not have been a wise thing to agree to.  But it does give
her a strange shivery thrill to think of it.  Doesn't help quiet the
twitchy tension in her belly one bit, or soften the aching hard nipples
under the stiff bra she has worn to hide them from her mother.  Bed is
again a series of hot dreams interrupted by waking, aching and wet, forcing
her hands far away from her sex, and falling fitfully back to sleep.

   The next day starts much the same, her horniness unabated by the time
she gets to school.  Except this time, rather than slipping from her mind
in classes, it seems to gnaw at her most of the day.  It is sometimes hard
to avoid fidgeting in class, and she notices that when she gets up from the
hard school chairs there is a patch of dampness on the lacquer.  No one
else notices though, thankfully.  That afternoon, she throws off her dress
as soon as they are inside, and poses, pointing out how very hard her
nipples are, how soaked her panties, how swollen and red her sex, and how
very juicy.  He checks, sliding a pair of fingers in without resistance,
smiles, tells her she is fantastic.  Going into the bedroom, he mentions
that one thing he'd like her to do for him, is to stand with a bedpost of
her bed deep in her cunt.  Says it casually, as if it should be a trifle,
an easy thing to do.  Somewhat stunned, she goes to the bed and stands next
to a post.  It comes nearly up to her belly button!  And its so thick!  He
can't be serious!

   Apparently, he was.  Even offering to end the 'exploration of horniness'
experiment and let her cum if she would do it.

   That day she'd flat out refused to consider it, even as he brought her
to several agonisingly-close-but-not-quite-an-orgasm peaks.  Her dreams
that night had featured huge objects ripping into her tender sex, but had
still had her waking out of breath and aching.  At school, she kept
thinking of those bedposts.  They weren't really that thick, when you
thought about it.  Maybe it would fit.  And she could stay up on her toes.
But the idea was still scary, though she could kind of see why he would
think it would look sexy.  In English class, she had a sudden image of her
young and pretty teacher Miss Hibson standing naked and impaled on such a
post at the front of the class, and could barely control herself from
giggling in the middle of lesson.  Yes, she could definitely understand the
appeal.

   So today she had tried the post trick for him, and chickened out while
barely begun.  He'd left, clearly annoyed with her, and here she was, still
without relief after nearly a week of his skill fully teasing frustration.
The memory of how the post had felt, its thick immovability, is still vivid
in her mind.  She can still almost feel it in herself.  Even pressed only a
little into her body, it was so intense, with such an erotic promise.  She
wishes she had not pulled off it, in fright at the power of it.

   Lying in bed, trying to get to sleep, she goes back over the last week.
She thinks she should be angry with him, but somehow something in her seems
to enjoy this game.  She suspects she will be doing quite a few things that
would never have occurred to her otherwise - he is very inventive. 
Certainly, she has admitted to herself that tomorrow will definitely see
her doing exactly as he wishes with the bedpost.  He won't even have to
ask. With a nasty, wicked shudder, she thinks that if Greg tied her legs
wide apart to something, she wouldn't be able to lift her cunt off the
post! She'd be trapped, pinned like a cum-bug on the wooden bedpost, her
struggles serving only to stir the fucking shaft around in her stuffed
cunt.

   It drives her crazy that now her mother is home, she cannot try it right
away.  Nor in the morning.  She can't even masturbate, since the door
connecting her room and her mother's bedroom (a converted sunroom) is glass
panelled and has no lock.  Lately she has been developing a habit of crying
out as she comes, no matter how hard she tries to keep quiet.  She won't
get another chance till tomorrow afternoon.  She resolves to do it again
then, with lubrication, and put on a show for Greg.  God!  What if he tied
her hands behind her back on there?  With her sex effectively
immobilised... Last time he gave her head, it was with her hands tied, and
it had been unbelievable!  What would head feel like, with her cunt impaled
on her bedpost?  Hmmmmm it makes her very horny thinking about Greg giving
her head - the way he teases her to the edge many times, then draws back,
building her urgency.  Then finally flicking her into a mindless orbit of
ecstasy, taking her around and around, time after glorious time.

   She can't wait - its such a treat!  Maybe she really ought to let him
come in her arse like he keeps wanting too - it can't be too awful.  That
would be a treat for him.  Or ....  hmmm...  She has a thought.  A treat
for Greg: herself, already fully down on the post, and...  and unable to
get off it!  Yes!  She could do that, he'd _love_ it.  He'd walk in (he has
a key) and find her like that...  naked, fuck-crazy already, humping on the
shaft.  She can imagine the look on his face - like 'WOW Jen!  Thats soooo
hot!' And what would he do then?  She doesn't know, but he's tended to be
pretty imaginative at times.  Something equally kinky, perhaps.  Probably
starting with tying her hands behind her again...  yeah, that would
really...  ohhhh it makes her aching hot to think of it.  Perhaps she
should even do that herself...  could she?  Some kind of slip knot?

   In the morning she wakes up horny as a toad, but the same old story- her
privacy is almost non-existent in this small, old rented house, and the
schedule to get ready for her mum to drop her off at school allows for no
lying around in bed anyway.  She does make a quick phone call to Greg,
checking that he'll definitely be around straight after school that day. 
He still seems a little short with her, but says yes, he'll be round as
usual, but perhaps a little later, due to having to do some house chores.
She asks her mum if its OK for Greg to have dinner at their place tonight;
it is.  So that's arranged too, for 7pm.

   School that day is a torment of aching pussy and flitting erotic
thoughts.  If her teachers knew what is occupying her...  She is planning
how to tie herself so she is stuck on her bedpost.  Recently Greg and she
had been reading a few smut magazines, on bondage and stuff, and she can
remember some of the knots.  It won't be easy, but she thinks she can do
it. She makes an inventory in her head.  They have some lengths of soft
cotton rope, and a pair of handcuffs, stashed among the junk under her bed.
An old broom in her closet, that never gets used.  Hand cream.  Some gear
from Greg's rock climbing rack, that he just happened to leave at her place
after their last day away bouldering.  And, yeah, a note.  Maybe, taped to
her....  um breast would look hot.  Saying something like 'Darling Greg, my
sweetie, I'm all yours to play with.  Have fun.  Love, Jennifer.' Which
reminds her...  the other thing he'd wanted to try too, which might be
pretty nice, if the wonderful feelings of a fingertip working into her rear
as he lap-fucked her were anything to judge by.  It might be a good idea to
prepare for that too.

   After school she gets the bus home, sex on fire in anticipation.  Runs
down the steep winding little path to her house, and lets herself in,
slamming the door behind her, and practically tearing her uniform off.  She
is naked in 3 seconds flat, tosses on her dressing gown, and fills an old
shampoo bottle with warm water in the bathroom.  Then a dash out to the
outside toilet around the side of the house, and the novel feeling of
squeezing warm water up into her rear, cleaning that out.  After she is
finished, and back inside the house, she dashes through a crash shower and
pretty-up.  God she looks great!  Her figure is perfect- all the feminine
curves and padding, without an ounce of overweight.  Breasts full and rated
teen-16-perfecto, with large, hard nipple icing on top.  Its hard to resist
the burning heat in her cunt, but she manages.  Maybe the hand cream won't
be needed, if she's as wet inside as she feels.  She gets the materials for
today's little adventure, dumps them on her bed, and starts tying knots.

   First, she firmly fixes one rope segment to the handle end of the
broomstick, winding it around several times and tying it off tight.  The
free ends she wraps around her left ankle several times, firmly but
comfortably, then ties.  Now the broomstick is fastened to her ankle, over
the top of her foot, making it awkward to move around.  But then, she
doesn't have to.  Sitting on the bed edge, she ties another, longer rope
length around her right ankle, leaving one end with about five meters free.
The end of this next gets tied to the connecting chain of the handcuffs, so
that she will be able to pull on it with her hands locked behind her back.
Most of this free rope is left lying loosely on the floor.  Next, the brush
end of the broom gets a short length of rope tied to it, and that ties the
rock climber's belaying cam firmly to the end of the broom.  This is a
palm-sized U-channel of metal, with a sprung toothed cam.  Its purpose is
to let a rope be pulled easily through in one direction, but to lock firmly
against any movement of the rope in the other direction.  The rope can only
be released with a complicated safety interlock action, that requires
several fingers at once to accomplish.  Designed to ensure the rope can
never, ever come out or slip back accidentally.  As a test, she opens the
cam, and slips in the loose ankle rope.  Standing, she pulls up on this
rope, pulling it through the cam.  Sure enough, her right ankle is pulled
outwards towards the broom brush.  She shifts her weight, letting her legs
spread wide apart, ankles splayed right to the opposite ends of the
broomstick.  She tries to bring her legs back together - nope!  The cam
holds the rope solidly; her legs are tied apart, and only releasing the cam
or untying knots will save her pussy from enforced exposure.  In fact, just
this tie gives her a wicked thrill, and as she stretches to release the cam
and pull enough rope back through it to sit, knees together again, she
finds that if she was a little less flexible, just this simple leg stretch
would be hard to get out of.

   Then she ties a second cam to the center of the broomstick.  And another
longish length of rope to the very foot of the bedpost, at a narrowing just
above the bottom end.  The loose end of this rope also gets tied loosely to
the handcuff's connecting chain, while its middle is clipped into the
mid-broomstick cam.  When this rope is pulled tight, it will lock the
middle of the broomstick to the base of the bedpost.

   So there is not much more to do now.  The note - feeling extra daring
now she has gone this far, she writes:

   Darling Greg, my super-stud lover,

   I'm all yours to play with.  Have fun with your naughty,

   masturbating girl-toy.  I do it every day you don't come

   round, but wishing you were inside me, so you should keep

   on coming round every day!  Its so much better having you

   make me cum, over and over.  Even when you tease me,

   cum-starve me, I love it!  It makes me feel so.....  yours!

   Today its been five days without, and I'm _dying_ for it!

   Yes, I will do anything you want - anything.

   Please make me cum?

   She signs it 'Love, your ever-lustin Jenny' and sticks it to her breast
with masking tape.  Then she squeezes a generous goop of hand cream into
her palm, and carefully spreads it over the phallic shape of the bed post.
Another, for a shakingly slow, single wipe down into her crotch, and up the
cleft of her rear.  She dares not linger at this, lest she be sidetracked.

   Till Greg had suggested the idea, she had honestly never considered the
posts in _that_ way.  It was just her bed, that she'd had for most of her
life.  But now, running her cream-slicked fingers over the smooth-turned
features of the post, she thinks that some bed designer had a dirty mind.
The post could not be better designed for sex, if it..  well, if it was
designed for it.  At the top is a pointy topped ball-egg shape.  Rounded,
pointy tip, thickening in an organic curve to a worryingly (to her) fat
2.5" width, about 3" down.  Then a sudden narrowing, definitely reminiscent
of the back end of an erect penis glans.  Following that, a good foot of
the post is turned in a series of smooth ridges, quite close spaced.  She
can only guess what that will feel like, once her sex makes their
acquaintance.  The rest of the post is plain, becoming square sectioned
only as it joins the bed frame.

   Damm, if she doesn't tie her hands soon, she'll probably get permanently
side tracked, she thinks.  Her cunt and clit are screaming for action. 
Besides, Greg will be here any moment, its nearly 4.30, she sees.  Lucky
there's no need to do all that complicated stuff with blocks of ice and
keys, like in the magazines.  So she just grabs the handcuffs, and quickly
locks them on her wrists, behind her back.  She can reach the ropes to the
two cams on the broomstick, and that is all thats needed now.

   Standing, she faces the open door of her room, kicks the hanging ropes
and dragging broomstick into position, and on tip toes, positions her sex
over the slippery tip of the wooden post.  Ahhhh, even on her toes, it
presses firmly against her...  and this time, letting herself press down on
its well lubed bulk is a very special feeling.  The rounded point slides
thickly in between her pouting labia, spreading her inner flesh onto its
reaming diameter.  Hmmmmmmmm....  nice!  A bit more, and she can feel the
full thickness of the eggish head straining into her cunt entrance.... 
ohhhh thats mmmmmmmmmm....  She finds herself propping up on her toes
again, and letting down, just to savour that wonderful feeling of the thick
object pressing into her opening.  But the time....  any moment now, Greg
might arrive, and she is not yet 'packaged'.  Better just dive in....  so
she grits her teeth, and deliberately grinds herself down hard onto the
post, feeling the fat ovoid pop past her opening, and slickly slide into
her hot depths.  She cannot help a soft 'Unnnghhhhhhh' as she exhales,
feeling for the first time the ridges on the post slipping into her sex,
popping in rapid series past her tightest point, and caressing her
sensitive insides.  Feet flat on the floor now, but legs still together,
she moans "Oh God, that is really fucking big, ohhhhh hhooo hoo oh
wowwww....  Oh this is going to be something fucking else..."

   She rests a moment, accustoming to the new bulk inside her, the way it
is so solid there, moving not the slightest as her hips rock slightly
around on its impalement.  Its soooooo good..  But she can take more... 
and she could still escape from this wooden spear if she wanted to, which
kind of spoils the scene.  So, slowly, carefully, she works her feet
outwards, increasing the gap between them, and thus lowering her sex
gradually onto deeper intrusion by the bedpost.  HHHhhhhhhmmmm..... 
Ohhhhhhhh Hmmmmmmm...  It just seems to get better, so far.  She can feel
it really, really getting deep into her belly.  Ohhhhh wowwwww so deep,
huuuuuuuu weeeeee!  She gives in to the temptation to let her hips gyrate
in a sexual grind, and finds that its actually impossible- the shaft deep
in her sex pins her whole pelvis more or less in one position.  All she
achieves is a sensation of stirring pressure rotating around in her cunt,
but not much actual hip movement.  Ahhhhhh...  a little more....  feet
wider....  now there is a twinge of discomfort; her cunt is being stretched
up inside her further than it likes to be.  And other things inside are
being poked and displaced almost painfully as well.  Is that far enough? 
She tries an experimental up and down fuck-bounce - only a little one, and
the sensations are so intense she squeels in surprise "Oooooeeeeeiiii! 
Ohhhhhh hhuuuu..." 'Oh yeah!  That is just so intense!' she thinks as she
repeats the action several times, but a bit more cautiously.  'Ohhhh
fuuuuck!  this is sooooooo fucking right up there!'

   For a few moments she loses herself in this deep river of intense erotic
sensation, then snaps out of it, thinking of the time again.  She does so
want to impress Greg with her clever rope trick.  Fumbling behind her with
cuffed hands, she grips the ankle rope, and pulls it up.  There is quite a
bit of slack, which she has to work through her fingers, but soon she can
feel the rope from her ankle to the broomstick cam go tight.  The moment of
truth.  Her legs are not split anywhere near as wide as she can go, so her
hip joints are comfortable.  Yet the post is deep, deep inside her, and as
she tries a tentative bend at the waist to see how close she can get her
hands to either ankle or broomstick, she grunts at the jab of discomfort
inside her belly.  No, bending at the waist is out, when there is a solid
oject up though the middle of your waist.  Or it feels like it anyway. 
Experimentally, she tries to lift up on her toes in this spread-legged
position.  She can lift up perhaps 4".  Leaving what feels like another 5"
of the post still rammed rigidly up her twat.

   She then tries shifting her feet sideways, trying to get one leg
vertically under her.  Apart from the broomstick forcing her other foot way
out wide and up in the air, and the balancing act required, it looks like
at this point it would still be possible to escape the pole.  So she
centres her feet again, and pulls on the other rope.  She feels no change,
but looking down she can see that the centre of the broomstick is now
locked tight to the base of the bedpost.  She tries the side-shuffle thing
again, and it is just not possible.  'Yep, this is permanent.  Even if she
changed her mind now, this is how Greg will be finding her.'

   It gives her a sudden heady flush of hot excitement, realising that she
has actually done it - tied herself up in this slutty position, to give her
boyfriend a treat.  She sure must trust him, why, he could do just about
anything he liked to her, fixed like this.  Except fuck her of course,
unless he takes her off this bedpost first.  'Oh God', she thinks, 'imagine
if someone _else_ found me like this!' For a moment more, she idly imagines
some stranger finding her now, then a thought pops up.  'Ah.  Did I lock
the front door?' In fact, now she thinks about how she was in such a rush,
it seems she may not have.  She is facing her open bedroom door, not six
feet from it.  Beyond, the small combined dining and kitchen room of this
little house.  Which the front door opens into.  Someone coming in the
front door need only walk about three paces before they will see her,
framed front-on in her doorway.  She cannot even turn around, since she is
straddling the corner of her bed.  She leans forward a little and looks
down at her crotch.  Yep, there it is - a large wooden post disappearing
into her cunt, her spread legs and sparse blond bush doing nothing to hide
the details of distended, engorged labia parted wetly around that thick
rod. Parted widely enough to reveal her excited clit, poking erectly from
under its hood, just begging to be messed with.  Considering the note,
still dangling from her tit, the picture would seem pretty clear to anyone,
not just Greg, she supposes.  Something like 'freaky slut here, go for it',
most likely.

   For some reason, this train of thought seems to overwhelm her ability to
control her movements, and her hips start a serious pole-fucking rhythm. 
Through the deliriously over the top sensations this produces, she realises
another mistake she has made.  She should not have spread quite so far,
into the boundary of penetration pain - for it leaves her little room to
thrust, to work the shaft in her needy sex.  Without the difficult exertion
of going to tiptoe on her spread feet, she can only manage about an inch of
pistoning fun - and even then she keeps getting jabs of pain at the down
thrust.  What with the inadequate amount of cunt stroking, and the flashes
of pain every time her body's need overcomes her conscious control and goes
down a bit too far, and her poor deserted clit standing forlornly out of
reach of her hands, and not even squeezable between her labia, she realises
that she may have set herself up for some heavy duty frustration, rather
than any possibility of the elusive Vaginal-Orgasm.  Still, hopefully Greg
will fix that.  Lucky he's due any moment!

   At this very thought, the telephone rings.  She can even see it, on a
side table in the dining room, just outside her door.  It has a long cable,
and she often brings it into her room, to lie on her bed and chatter away
to her friends.  But the long cord does her no good now.  Still hunching
her inch of freedom on the pole, she listens to it ring, once, twice, three
times, then the answering machine picks up.  Her own voice cheerfully
announces "Hello, we're busy right now, please just, you know, like leave a
message!......  beeep." Then its Greg's voice, sounding a bit sheepish "Uh,
hi Jennifer, are you there?  Pick up, its me!......  Well, uh, I know I
said I'd be round early, but sorry, my mum wants me to do some chores that,
I uh, didn't get around to last weekend.  So...  sorry.  I'll be over by
seven for dinner though.  Want to go see a movie after?  Love you!  You be
good now!  Bye.  click."

   For several moments, she stands there, half-preoccupied with the
powerful sensations in her sex, as she twists on the pole.  Part of her
mind is also still fantasising about some stranger walking in through the
unlocked front door, and taking advantage of her complete helplessness. 
Only gradually does she refocus on Greg's message.  Her first thought is
'Well, isn't that just like him!  I go to all this trouble, and he doesn't
show up.  Typical!  Men!' Then 'I'll have a thing or two to say to him when
he gets here!  Leaving me stuck here like this!  He's always complaining
about _me_ being late.  Hah!' She spends a few more moments bending forward
a little, looking down at her sex as it hunches up and down on the post. 
Thinking 'Man, what you are missing.  This sure does look hot and kinky, if
I say so myself.  I think I'm going to have to do this more often.  But
with a bit more slack!'

   She is drifting off into thoughts about what she should get ready for
their dinner, when her mind's curtain of denial rips down the middle,
sending her thoughts reeling.  She cries out aloud "Ahhhhh nooooo!  Ohhhhhh
FUCK Oh shit!  I'm STUCK here, and MUM is going to come home at six.  And
thats an hour and a half away!  OHHHH Boy!  Ohhhhh fuck, this is not good.
And the front door is unlocked, but thats the least of my worries.  What is
_Mum_ going to do when she sees _this_?  Oh oh....  Oh Greg you shit... 
Ohhhhhhhhhh...  I'm dead.  I'm like TOTALLY dead.  'Oh hi Mum, how was your
day?  No, nothing special at school, and you know, I'm just standing here,
like, fucking my bed.  What would you like for dinner, mum?  No thats all
right Mum, its nothing, just, if you could spare a moment, unclip that cam
there, yeah, at my ankle there.  No, no, its quite all right, I'd do the
rest, thanks Mum, you're a dear.  Just a minute while I put some clothes
on, Mum.' Oh heep deep doo doo Jen!  You have just _got_ to get out of this
before six, or its the end of life as we know it."

   In a state of horrified panic, she stares down at her ingenious creation
of ropes, desperately looking for a flaw, a mistake, a weakness in her
brilliant plan.  She twists and shakes on the pole, struggling to pull her
feet against their ties to the wooden broomstick handle.  But nothing gives
way, no knots miraculously work loose.  All that happens is that her cunt
gets bruisingly joggled on the firmness of the bedpost, and she
accidentally drops low enough to cause her insides some painfully deep
probing.  And as if this predicament is not enough on its own, for some
perverse reason the situation seems to act like petrol tossed on the fires
in her sex.  She is really burning up now, her clit aching in serious need.

   After some minutes of almost unthinking desperate struggling, she
pauses, panting, her mind still franticly insisting there must be _some_
way to get free, but thinking that perhaps she just needs to try and hold
still and think carefully about the problem.  Except that her sexual heat
keeps getting in the way.  She can barely hold her hips still, the need for
orgasm is so strong.  She tries to bring her cuffed hands far enough round
to her front to reach even one finger down to her clit, but that is not
possible either.  Straining as hard as she can, the cuffs painfully cutting
into her wrists, her finger is still a useless three inches from her goal.
Her clit is as out of reach as escape itself.

   Nor can she reach the incriminating note, still firmly taped to her
breast.  She can read it though, upside down and damming that it is. 
'Ohhhhh her mother is going to read that....  ohhhhhh fuuuuuck! 
Masturbating...  ' This is not going to be good....  She remembers well,
the time a year ago in her old house, her father away permanently drunk at
the pub as usual, when she'd been masturbating after school, lying on her
bed covers, jeans and panties pushed down to mid thigh, and her fingers
buried between her legs, and after a really great cum she'd fallen asleep.
To wake with her mother, just home from work, standing beside her and
staring expressionlessly down at her incriminating pose.  Just then she'd
said only "Girl, don't you dare move a muscle!  I'll be back to deal with
you in a moment." As her mum turned and stalked off to her room, Jennifer
had noticed the camera in her mother's hand.  She'd never found out if her
mother had already taken any pictures then, but she definitely took some
later...  Though she'd never heard of them again.  Still, that evening
became burned in her own memory, even without any pictures to remind her of
the painful events.

   Too afraid to move, she had listened to her mother changing out of her
work clothes, and using the bathroom.  She had begun to seriously wonder if
her mother was all right in there, when she had come back to Jennifer's
room, stern faced and oddly flushed.  If she'd thought things were bad
then, she rapidly came to understand how much worse they could get, as her
mother commanded"Masturbating!  Only fifteen, and masturbating, you
disgusting girl!  Well we'll see about that.  No daughter of mine is going
to fall into such habits.  Stand up!  Take those clothes off!" Her mum had
stood there, looking like a thunderstorm, as Jennifer had hesitantly stood
and stripped bare.  Then grabbing the teen by the wrist, she had marched
her into the kitchen- dining room, hissing "If your no-good father was any
use, I'd have him give you a dammed good strapping for this.  But he isn't,
so I'll just have to do it myself!  I will _not_ have my daughter doing
such disgusting things to herself.  Now, lie face down over the table. 
Yes, like that.  Legs!  Spread your legs!  No, hands on the table, I've
seen all that before.  Good.  Now, listen Jennifer, if you move a muscle,
I'll start the punishment all over again, understand!  You just stay there
till I tell you to move."

   Naked, bent over and spread legged, Jennifer had been terribly conscious
of the sight her sex must be presenting her mother.  She still felt wet and
puffy from her fingering.  There had been the sounds of her mother walking
around the room, things being moved, cupboards closing.  Then a long,
silent pause, then *flash* the tick of a camera.  She had been too timid to
even ask why her mother was taking photos.  Several more flashes from
behind, then some from the side she faced.  Her mother's expression was
strange - a kind of partly masked intensity and anger.  Then her mother had
moved out of sight behind her again, and shortly after, a long finger had
slid slowly but firmly into her still slick sex.  She had started, moving
to rise, but her mother's other hand had pressed forcefully down on the
small of her back.  "No, you stay there.  So!  You are no longer a virgin
either, it seems.  How did that happen, you filthy girl?  Did you let some
boy *fuck* you, or did you break it *mastubating*?" The single finger is
withdrawn, only to be replaced by two, working around inside possessively.
And to Jennifer's further consternation, arousingly.  Struggling to hold
still, she misses her question.  Her mother demands "*WELL!* How does your
hymen come to be gone, before you are even sixteen, for God's sake?

   She had broken it when she was fourteen, with the handle of a hairbrush.
But it takes several minutes, and the threat of severe punishments before
she can bring herself to admit this to her mother.  In the end, it is the
busy fingers in her cunt that that break down her reticence.  Her mother is
_not_ impressed.  The fingers are removed, and there is some rumaging in a
cutlery drawer out of sight.  Then some cold, heavy rod-like object is
pressed deeply into her now burning sex, and left.  Another pause, then
more camera flashes.  Then her mother grips the object, and begins
vigorously thrusting it in and out of her cunt, asking "And did you _cum_,
you dirty girl?  Are you quite familiar with *orgasm*?  Did you cum
_enough_ this afternoon, while your poor mother was still hard at work,
earning the money to keep you in school?  No, don't answer, I expect that
even doing it till you passed out wasn't enough for a little slut like
you!"

   By now the object-fucking is getting her seriously turned on, and her
hips escape her conscious control - beginning to buck back at the thrusts.
The tension of need for orgasm is gathering in her belly, and she moans in
time with the thrusts.  This seems to spur her mother on to even more
vigour.

   "See, you even like this!  Disgusting.  Well, then, put a hand down
here, and do it yourself.  Yes, under yourself, thats it.  Hold it..  like
this...  Now, push it - fuck yourself, thats right.  Yes, like that.... 
yes, you seem quite practiced at it!  No, don't stop.  All right, time for
your punishment.  If you stop moving that before I say, you'll regret it
dearly."

   By now she is hardly likely to resist - keeping that rod moving in her
sex is exactly what she wants.  It it thicker than anything she has dared
use before, and longer too.  Her heat is building like thunderclouds, but
the position she is in, the way her mother made her cup her hand over the
end of the long cylinder, that she cannot press in deeply enough to bring
her hand in contact with her sex...  Her clit is aching untouched, and she
dares not shift to please it, though she longs to.  Even the flashes of
more photos being taken barely give her pause.  Then there is silence for a
little while, followed by the sensation of her mum's fingers rubbing over
her cunt lips and clit, around the pistoning rod.  For a second, the
sensation is pleasant, till the burning hits.  "Arrghhhhh mum!  What have
you...?  Ooooohhhhhh Owwwwww owwww...!" She writhes in pain - but somehow
it drives her desire higher.  She keeps thrusting the rod, faster.

   "Just some chilli powder.  And I'm now going to give you the spanking of
your life.  You just keep masturbating, you filthy slut, and remember this.
If I ever catch you touching yourself there again, you'll think this was a
picnic!"

   Another pause, another flash, then *SMACK* her arse erupts in fire equal
to that in her sex.  For some reason, it makes her hand spasm, shoving the
rod in painfully deep.  Her belly tenses up, the cum approaching fast on
the burning fire of her spiced genitals.  *SMACK*!  She comes, massively,
her head arched back, groaning her agonising pleasure aloud.  *SMACK*
SMACK* *SMACK* A rapid series of explosions of fire across her buttocks. 
Her cum continues, her hand shoving the rod deep into her sex.  *SMACK*
...*SMACK*....  it all blends into one mash of sensory overload, that seems
to go on for a long time.  Sometimes she is coming, sometimes she is crying
with the flashes of pain on her rear, or the chilli burning of her sex.

   Eventually, she becomes aware that her mother has stopped spanking her.
A few more photographs are taken, perhaps.  She is not sure.  Her wrist
aches from holding the rod in her twat - numb now to the rod, but still
burning strongly from the peppers.  Her mother takes the rod away,
suddenly, leaving her feeling empty and sore all over.  She is sent to bed,
without dinner, but with a repeat of the warning "If I ever catch you..."

   She remembers she had actually managed to avoid masturbating for a whole
month after that.  But at least she had learnt her lesson about falling
asleap afterwards.  Her mother had never caught her again, to this day. 
'Looks like she'll catch me today though.' she thinks, dreading it.  But
why does thinking about that make her hips work harder on the pole?  God,
she needs to cum badly!  Her nipples feel like they are as hard as steel,
and her clit is about to explode.  She wonders if she will still be in this
state by the time her mother comes home.  In...  by the clock, another
hour. Since she never could cum from purely vaginal stimulation, no matter
how intense, she thinks the chances of her being just as visibly cum-crazy
by then are pretty high.  'Just _great_ Jennifer' she thinks.

   And then Greg will arrive, walking into whatever kind of trouble her
mother will make.  Poor Greg.  She supposes her mum will forbid her to see
him again.  That makes her sad.  Damm him!  Why did he have to choose today
to not come round when he said he would?  Normally he is very reliable. 
Not surprising, for a 17 year old going round to sex his horny 16 year old
girlfriend.

   She is thinking of some of the fine times they have had together, and
how she will miss him, and his lovely hard dick, when there is a knock at
the front door.  She was letting herself hunch the pole, grunting softly
with her frustrated heat, when it happens.  She freezes, silent.  'Oh God,
who can _that_ be?  She can't answer, they might....' The knock repeats,
longer.  A pause.  Then another knock, insistent, and two voices, in unison
"Hey!  Jennifer, you there?  Wake up!  We've brought you some vegies!"

   She groans in recognition.  'Oh nooooo!  Its the twins.  Not now,
Jesus....' They are the 14 year old twins of the couple in the next house
along the street.  Alan and Sally Rendal.  Sometimes Mr Rendal gives her
mum some vegetables from his garden.  'Shit, shit, why did they have to
choose today?' The twins are a truckload of mischief.  Nice kids, but
always getting into some trouble or other.  And you'd think Sally would act
more like a girl, and talk her brother out of some of the crazier stunts
they get up to.  But no, it seems like she actually eggs him on, and vies
with him for some 'most likely to get in trouble' award.  She listens,
silent.  There is a semi-whispered conversation on the front porch.  g
"She's not home, then." b "Yes she is!  I saw her get home.  She must be
sleeping." g "Well, we can come back later." b "I'm not carrying this bag
of stuff back up that path, you do it!" g "Just leave it here then." b
"Nah...  animals would eat it." g "What animals?" b "You know.....  ants..
or someone might steal it." g "Yeah right.  Leave it here." b "Look, just
knock louder.  She's home!"

   There is a loud, long knocking on the door, then silence.  g "Pretty
sound sleeper?" b "Maybe she doesn't want to answer?" g "Why not?" b "Oh
_you_ know....  She's sixteen!  Bet she does it a lot." g "So do you." b
"Do not!" g "Yes you do!" b "Not.  But she's fucking that Greg guy." g
"Yeah, I guess.  Unless they just listen to records or something." b "Oh
sure!  So he comes over about every day, and they lock themselves in for
hours, and its 'music' huh?  Anyway, I saw them!" g "What!  When?" b "A
couple of weeks ago.  You were out with mum, and I snuck over.  There was a
gap in the curtains, and I watched them.  She's got great boobs!" g "Wow!
What did they do?  Did you see them fucking?" b "Yeah.  Not very well.  She
sucked his dick too." g "Why didn't you tell me?" b "Oh, uh..." g "You did
it didn't you!  You jerked off watching I bet." b "Um.  Not saying.  But
she really was fucking him." g "Well, he's not here today." b "So, she's
doing it to herself.  Betcha!" g "Why not answer then?" b "Oh...  she's...
.um not finished?" g "Huh!  Yeah, in your dreams.  You'd like to see that,
huh?" b "Well, wouldn't you?  Just cos you're a girl...." A pause.  "Uh,
maybe.  Just a peek." b "Think she can hear us talking?" g "Nah, we're
whispering silly.  Hey, lets go round the back, see if we can see in.  b
"Right.  I'll just leave these here." The soft voices trail off as they
walk around the side of the house.

   Jennifer grinds her teeth, praying they don't think to try the door. 
She twists around as much as she can, and looks at the curtains of her
room's window.  Thankfully, they appear to be fully closed.  At least she
got that right.  She shudders to think what might happen if the twins were
able to see into her room.  They'd probably play some horrible joke on her,
as if she needed more trouble.  Or they'd blab to the whole neighbourhood.
God!  That would be worse than anything!  At least her mum will keep it
private.  'Unnngh!' as she twists back, the motion sets off a spasm in her
sheath, and she barely muffles a groan of desire.  Her hips give a few more
hard involuntary grinds on the pole, and she finds herself gasping at the
wave of heat that washes through her.

   The whispering voices can be heard outside her window.  g "Does she
always have the curtains pulled tight like that?" b "I dunno.  There was a
little gap last time." g "Maybe this time she was more careful." b "I _bet_
she's doing it!" g "Well....  so she'd be waiting till we go then." b
"Yeah. Hey lets go knock some more!" g "giggle Yeah."

   Jennifer thinks at them 'No!  Go away!  Go *away*!' but of course it has
no effect.  A few moments later there is another long knocking at the door,
and a chorus of giggling.  More soft whispering, her straining to hear.  b
"I bet she could use one of these big carrots." g "What...  oh!  Oh thats
nasty!  giggle" More knocking.  b "Yeah, but I bet she uses something,
maybe I'll just take it in...  hey!" There was an ominous sound of a door
handle rattling.  g "Is it open?" b "Yeah!  Its open.  See!  She _must_ be
home." g "Or they went out and forgot to lock it." b "Maybe....  anyway, we
can leave the vegies inside, and lock the door for them.  I'll write a
note." g "OK.  Lets.  I bet she's not really home." The door opens, and
someone steps inside, just out of line of sight from her.  She is frozen in
horror.  b Calling "Jennifer!?  Anyone home?  We brought some vegies
round." More footsteps, and the sound of someone dragging a sack of
vegetables over the doorstep.  At that moment, Sally walks into view and
sees Jennifer.  She too freezes, mouth open in amazement.  Then she points
at Jennifer and squeals g "Eeek!  Alan!  Oh my gosh its Jennifer...  Oh
what?...." Alan steps into view.  b "Oh wooooooowwwww!  Look at her... 
coooool." g "Alan, someone must have done this to...." Alan walks closer,
and has to read the note.  b "Uh no sis, looks like she did it herself. 
Cooooollll!  And she's completely stuck like that.  See this note?  Aren't
you, Jennifer?" Sally walks in, and also reads the note.  She grins,
wickedly, and bends down to look closely at where the bedpost enters
Jennifer's sex.  "Gosh Jen, you really did do this yourself!  You are a
_naughty_ girl!  And she's really turned on too, aren't you Jen?  Look at
this here, Alan.  See how her clit is sticking way out?" "Oohhh maaaan! 
And her nipples, look at her nipples all hard!  He reaches out a finger,
and touches one of her nipples tentatively.  At the touch, she flinches,
and finds her voice.

   "Uh, look, Alan, Sally, you'd better just go.  My boyfriend will be here
any moment, and he'll be really pissed with you if he finds out.  Just go,
this is none of your business." She cannot help letting her eyes flick to
the flashing message light on the answering machine.  g "Yeah, I guess. 
Alan?" But Alan has stepped back to admire her from a few paces away, and
has noticed her attention to the message machine.  He walks over and
presses play.  They listen to the last message, in which Jennifer's fate is
made clear.  The twins look at each other, then at her.  b "Her mother
doesn't get back till 6.  She was expecting Greg to untie her.  g "He's not
coming till later.  So her mum will find her.  Like this." b "I bet your
mum will be surprised, Jennifer." g "Very surprised." b "But till then....
sis, we can play with her.  She can't tell anyone." g "Oooooh!  Thats
nasty, Alan.  Lets do it!" Alan walks back too her, and cups her unlabelled
breast in his hands, kneading it.  "Yeah.  Jennifer, it seems to us like we
can do anything we like to you.  Who are you gonna tell?  Hey sis, we
should get some photos.  Has she got a camera here somewhere?  Mmmmmmm this
is going to be fun!" He is running his hands all over her, down from her
breasts, around her luscious arse, over her wide spread thighs, back up
into the inverted V of her sex- with its wooden third leg.  He clasps her
slit, pressing her erect clit, circling on it.  She shudders.  "I think we
should take her off this to play, then put her back on before her mum gets
here.  What do you think Sally?"

   Sally has been rummaging around the room, but has not yet found a
camera. She comes back to Jennifer, and takes a pinch of nipple between her
thumb and fingers.  "Where is your camera, Jennifer?" She squeezes hard,
briefly.

   Jennifer gasps in pain, too overloaded to argue.  "In the second drawer
of my desk.  Couldn't you please leave me free before mum gets home? 
Please?  I'll do anything, just..."

   As she retrieves the camera and checks its film, Sally considers the
older girl on the bedpost.  "I think you've been a very nasty girl, and
deserve to be found out.  And we'll do anything we want today anyway.  And
tomorrow too, cos you wouldn't want *flash* these pictures *flash* to get
out.  Plus, after your mum sees you like this, with that nice note, you
won't be spending your afternoons fucking him, and being his 'naughty,
masturbating girl-toy.' Here or anywhere." Sally keeps taking more
pictures, from all angles, and close ups of her pole-impaled crotch. 
"Alan, isn't it nasty the way that big fat post spreads her cunt lips out
so wide!  Does it make you cum, Jennifer?  Hmmmmmm....  Hey Alan, I bet it
isn't enough!  See, that thing sticking out there?  Thats her clit - it
gets hard like a dick when a girl is horny.  And its how she cums, too,
mostly.  See!  Her clits so hard, but she can't touch it!  She probably is
dying to cum, but hasn't yet."

   "Gee sis, so you do it too?  Or how'd you know, about all that?  Should
we make her come?  Like this?" He starts to rub her clit between two
fingers, quite roughly, as if it was a little prick.  Jennifer grunts at
the painful mauling, and instinctively tries to draw her hips away.  Which
of course has absolutely no effect - her sex stays exactly where the wooden
pivot of her pelvis pins it.  She starts to really appreciate exactly how
much trouble she may be in, and gasps urgently "Oh!  Ow!  Alan no!  Oh! 
Don't!  You ooohhhh!  *mustn't*!  PLEASE!  Ohhh!  Just go...  you should
ohhh Ow!  go...  Owwwww thats too oh!  no!  NOOOO!  OOOHHH!  EEEEeek Nooo!
Uhhhh eeeeeeeekkk..."

   She shudders and struggles wildly, uselessly, as the 14 year old boy
rudely pinches and squeezes her clit.  He shows no sign of being
discouraged by her complaints, and indeed, seems quite fascinated by her
antics, and the great effect such a small action can have on her.  The
bouncing of her full breasts on her heaving chest seems to particularly
captivate him.

   His sister is also drawn to the sight, curious, feeling mischievous and
a strange rising excitement.  'Golly' she thinks, 'Jennifer, 16!  and we
can do...' She places a palm softly on Jennifer's bum, feeling the sexy
teen alternately tensing and relaxing the muscles under that soft padded
curve.  It is an intoxicating feel.  She puts her other hand to Jennifer's
other arse cheek, gripping them firmly now, and pushing them a little.  She
can feel how the hips are constrained to a very small circle of motion by
the post, against Jennifer's struggles, and her own gentle shoving.  Even
her not so gentle pushing and shoving.  And suddenly she finds herself
gripping the teen firmly by the hips, and rapidly joggling her around, a
dark kind of excitement growing in her as she hears the clear undertones of
sexual excitement in Jennifer's gasps and shrieks at their rough abuse of
her intimate anatomy.  Sally decides Jennifer is a total slut, deserving
everything she gets, and that this next hour will be a lot of fine, nasty
fun.  As Jennifer's gasps and cries grow more clearly aroused, she has a
wicked idea.

   "Wait a minute, brother, slow down there a minute, she's going to cum,
can't you tell?  Hey!  Cut it out, come away, I've an idea." Alan has been
going at her slit with a will, his fingers a blur, a big grin on his face
as he watches the mix of pain and heat on Jennifer's face.  As Sally walks
back to the kitchen, she tugs at his arm, beckoning him to follow. 
Somewhat perplexed, and still drinking in the sight of the nude teen, he
follows.

   "But I want to see her come.  Why not sis?" "Just wait.  I've an idea."

   Suddenly Jennifer is left alone again.  Relieved that the rough mauling
of her clit has stopped, but far from reassured.  Far from relieved, as
well, with the hot burning desire in her sex fanned into fresh flames by
the crude but functional stimulation.

   Around the corner, Sally is whispering very quietly into Alan's ear. 
"Listen, how about this - we fool around with her, but we don't let her
come!  Maybe you don't know, but girls can get really, really horny too. 
So what about...  we see how horny we can make her?  rIts easy to make her
cum, and we can do that some other time, can't we?  With the photos, she'll
have to do what we say.  But today, in an hour, her mum is going to find
her like that.  How about we make sure she's totally hot and dying for it
when her mum gets here, just for extra effect?"

   Her brother looks a bit disappointed at this idea.  He was just getting
used to the idea of making his 16 year old wet-dream neighbour cum.  He
doesn't know what that will look like, but he knows he wants to.  Still,
he's no fool.  He can see as well as his sister that the future of this new
relationship with their neighbour seems very interesting.

   "Uh..  Yeah, I can picture that.  And I was kinda wondering how we'd get
her _back_on_ that if we let her off it.  So what, we just leave her there,
and tease her for an hour?  Yeah, I suppose.  I wanted to see her cum
though.  But you're right, some other time - when we can have her do
whatever we want.  I wish we could watch when her mum walks in."

   "Maybe we can!  If we pull the curtains back a teeny bit.  Without her
seeing us do it.  Then we hide round back as her mum gets back....  hey, I
know how we can cut it really fine...  she always gets home right around
six.  So at ten to six, you go up and hide where you can see her car
coming. Whistle when you do, and I quit teasing the slut then.  I can judge
it finer than you can.  We meet around back.  OK?"

   "Why...  uh, oh OK.  I guess I'd better not miss the car, hey?  Anyway,
lets go back.  I wanna feel her some more.  Hey, I was thinking of smacking
her on the bottom, but her mum would see the marks.  I guess we'd better
not even make any fingernail marks or anything, huh?"

   His sister shakes her head, as they re-enter the room.  Jennifer is, of
course, just as they left her.  Right down to the flushed complexion, the
panting, and the vividly engorged condition of her glisteningly wet sex. 
They find her straining upwards, on the tips of her toes, making a
strenuous but entirely futile attempt to slip off the post.  She freezes
for a moment, seeing them watching her.  But it is not a pose she can
maintain for more than a few seconds, and as her toes protest the strain
she is obliged to let herself sink back down onto the wooden post.  With a
soft moan as it slides deep into her.  Then another, more strident moan of
frustration, as that penetration sparks her hips into a quick series of
fuck-bounces, seeming beyond her ability to suppress.

   Alan finds the sight very entertaining.  "Yeah, go Jen!  Hey, keep that
up, it looks great!  If you give us a good show, we might let you off
there." He walks behind her, beside the bed, out of her sight, and turns
the bedside clock away so she cannot see the time.  Then comes back and
presses himself against her, cupping her breasts, feeling and kneading them
in his hands, gripping her nipples.  "Come on you horny slut, put on a real
show.  Fuck that post like its your lover.  Let me feel this arse moving!
Ah, damm your tits feel nice.  Come on, move it!  Come on...  Or would you
like me to pinch your nipples...  like this..."

   "Owwwhh!  Oh no...  please...  this is so embarrassing..  don't make
me...  OUCH!  OH!  please..."

   "No really, we insist, don't we sis?" He goes on twisting her nipples.
"Yes Jenny, do it!  Or how about I tickle you, hey?" She starts to tickle
the teen under her armpits.

   "Ooowwww oh hhah ha ha nooooo..  eeeek!  OW!  OH!  eeek!..." Jennifer
finds herself both in pain and tickled, at once.  "Eeeeeek!  Stop!  Ohwww!
Stop, please, I'll..  OW!  OK!  OK!  Anything...  OH!....  "

   Sally desists, and steps back to admire the sight, but Alan merely
softens his groping and squeezing of Jennifer's tits and rock hard nipples.
"Then get going, hot cunt!  And don't stop without permission!"

   In his pants, his fourteen year old's prick is achingly hard, and
straining at the sensation of being massaged against the trapped girl's
firm arse.  He wishes his sister wasn't there, as he's reluctant to undress
while she can see.  But this whole scene is so hot...  if he doesn't do
something soon, he's going to cream in his pants.

   Finally, Jennifer seems to admit to herself that resistance is futile,
and begins to move herself on the shaft deliberately.  At first just a
shallow hunching motion, but another warning pinch from Alan soon gets her
into a serious up and down fucking effort.  With the added friction against
his dick nearly setting him off, he steps back, away from her.

   "Thats better!" says Sally, as she pulls up a chair to sit and watch. 
Alan notices she is holding her legs tightly together, rhythmically
squeezing them.  She glances at him.  "Yeah, and whats that in your pants?
Of course this turns me on.  Actually...  oh hell.  You just watch her,
OK?" She jumps up, steps out of her sneakers, unbuttons her jeans, and with
one quick movement slides them down her legs and off.  She hesitates,
looking at him again.  "So don't let me stop you doing it too.  No point
being shy.  And I've seen you doing it before anyway.  I peeked.  OK?" She
hooks fingers into her panties, and slips them off in another quick slide,
then sits back down, legs wide and her fingers in her crotch.  "I'm going
to enjoy this, alright?  You do whatever you like." She looks back to
Jennifer, and sighs, slumping back in the chair as her fingers get busy.

   Alan looks back and forth between the two.  Both amazing, both things
he'd hardly even dreamed of seeing.  His sister, naked from the waist down,
her nipples poking up her T shirt on the small bumps of her 14 year old
tits, and her fingers sinking in her little slit.  Then the much more
mature teen's hot body in bondage, now hunching on the bedpost, her face
screwed up in concentration and need, panting in time to her exertions,
full breasts bouncing wildly.  His dick is, frankly, so hard its killing
him.  Action is definitely called for here.  But what?  Just beating off,
like sis, doesn't seem like the right thing to do.  He considers the
possibilities.  He's not dumb, and knows that leaving spoof around the
place, or up either of Jenny's holes, on this particular day would be a bad
idea, forensically speaking.  And presumably, his sister is out.  He looks
at Jennifer again, as she stands, panting open mouthed, clearly becoming
absorbed in the pursuit of the big come.  He's heard of guys having girls
'suck them off', which is a concept that seems quite attractive, just now.
Except for the small geometrical problem - her mouth is up in her head, and
she probably can't bend over far, given the post....  He looks around,
thinking.  And notices her desk - a small study desk, easily pushed.

   He smiles, and says "OK Sis, I will.  You can take it as part of the
show." His shoes and pants are off in a flash, leaving his bone hard dick
sticking straight out, and waging as he walks to the desk.  Grinning a
little as he sees his sister finds the sight distracting enough that she
follows it with her eyes.  Stacking the books and stuff off the desk onto
the floor, he slides it back across the room, till it is standing in front
of the post-fucking teen.  Both Jennifer and Sally are watching him now,
with comically contrasting expressions of trepidation and curiosity.  He
jumps up to stand on the table.

   "Ladies and....  huh.  I present to you, The Standing Blowjob!" He steps
to the edge of the table next to Jennifer, and sure enough, his rod is on a
level with her mouth.  Immobile, she stares at it in dawning shock.

   "Did I say you could stop fucking the post, Jen?" He winds his fingers
of one hand into her hair, and prompts her to resume her whole body up and
down bobbing action.  "Now, this.  Open wide..." When she takes him into
her mouth without any resistance, and fastens her lips on him, sucking and
stroking the shaft into her mouth, he seems surprised.  Then extremely
pleased with himself.  He glances around at his sister, and seems about to
make some comment on her suddenly extra vigorous finger action, when the
full sensation seems to strike home.  He gasps, a long intake of breath, as
he turns back to the head bobbing at his waist.  "Uhhhhhhhhh
hohhhhhhhh..... Ahhhhhhhhh hoohhhhhhh....  mmmmmmmm oh wow.."

   With an expression predominantly of great surprise, he stares down at
her, as his hips pick up a counterpoint thrusting rhythm to her bobbing. 
He makes no further comment, except for a low "huuuummmmmmmmmhhhh" on every
breath.  Its the most amazing thing he's ever felt.  And its getting better
with every stroke.  Really good.  Really, really good.....  He can feel
that he's going to spurt soon, but its a feeling way beyond what he's ever
had from his own hand.  That tension, growing...  fleetingly he thinks that
it would be good to go a little slower, but the thought doesn't seem to
translate well into action.  His body and mind seem to be transforming into
some kind of sperm injection machine, and nothings going to stop it.  Not
this time.  Not now that his hard-wired reflexes seem to have locked on
target, for the first time in his life.  Something programmed aeons ago is
saying 'Female:orifice:penetrated:Go:Go:Go!'

   Dimly, he notices a commotion behind him - his sister seems to be having
her own meeting with evolutionary race-survival reflexes, judging by the
stream of gasps, moans and swear words he's never heard from her before. 
He manages to look around, without pausing his own fuck thrusting.  There
is Sally, hips thrust way high in the air, her fingers burried deep in her
cunt and working up over her clit then in deep again, eyes slitted and
mouth 'O'd in climax.  The sight kicks his mind over the edge, and he too
is coming - the explosion forcing his seed, pulsing up through the hardness
of his cock, and into the sucking mouth of this self-bondage teen queen. 
For several long, clenching seconds, he holds himself deep in her mouth,
hands pressing her head tight against his crotch, oblivious to her muffled
choking.

   When he does let go and pull back, she coughs and splutters, drawing in
a long desperate breath.  "Ahhhkkk!  Urrhhh!  You....  you....  mmmmm..."
She struggles to find some way of expressing herself, but as she talks, she
becomes aware of the taste in her mouth, from a trace of his spoof that did
not go straight down the back of her throat.  Her face is an amusing study
in mixed outrage, arousal, and surprise, as she considers the taste.

   Sally, who has finished her come and laid back for some moments
recovering, gets up and helps him move the desk away, so they can stand in
front.  "I think she likes the taste, Alan.  Look at her clit - its harder
than ever.  Hey Jennifer, you look surprised, didn't you ever suck Greg
off?"

   Jennifer, if its possible, goes an even deeper shade of scarlet, and
looks down, silent.  Alan crows "Wow, looks like I took her mouth cherry!
Did I Jennifer?" He pinches her rigid nipples, twisting.  "Did I?  You do
stuff like this, and you never sucked Greg off?" twisting harder.

   "Ohhhh oh!  Oh stop...  I...  uh..  I did do that...  Oh!  suck him...
but never..  ah!  never let him come...  in my uh oh please stop! ...in my
mouth..."

   Sally is now standing beside her again, running her hands all over the
teen's quivering body, working down to the transfixed crotch.  As runs her
fingers over the slick, stretched labia, Sally kneels down in front of the
sight.  She places a finger tip lightly on the rigid little clit, and
softly twirls it.  "So you are too snooty to drink cum, huh?  And what
about Greg?  Does he suck _you_ off, huh?  Does he kiss you here, Jennifer?
......  You'd better tell me, or my brother might just twist your nipples
right off!  Come on, does he lick you here, and make you cum?"

   "Uh!  Owww!  Oh please don't, I'll tell you...  I'll tell...  anything
just don't hurt me, please... .....  yes, he does."

   "There, that was easy.  If you do as we say, you can have this...."
(Sally gives Jennifer's clit a gentle stroking) "instead of the nipple
things.  Isn't this much nicer?  Do you like this?" She keeps stroking,
pressing, as Jennifer looks down at her own defenceless, splayed sex, with
the child's fingers working nimbly at her most sensitive flesh.  Sally
meets the teen's eyes, with an 'I dare you to not answer!' look.

   Jennifer has given in - she knows she is completely at their mercy.  She
stammers, softly - "Y..  yes, that is nicer.  I...  I do like it." With the
admission, her hips begin once again to slowly hump on the post.

   "We could make you cum, very easily.  We'd like to see you cum, wouldn't
we Alan?" He nods, grinning at Jennifer and stroking her breasts.  Sally,
still looking up into the teen's eyes, reaches out her tongue and runs its
tip once, quickly up the length of the spread slit, over Jennifer's aching
clit.  "Would you like to cum, Jennifer?  If you cum _really_ good for us,
we might let you off this before your mum gets home, eh?"

   "Oh yes!  Yes, please...  please, anything...  do me.  Do it...  "

   "But do you really want to _cum_ Jennifer, or do you just want off of
here?  How about if we _don't_ let you off, do you still want to cum
anyway? Are you horny to cum?  We could just leave now.  Maybe we should!"
She gives the clit an extra strong stroking as she mentions leaving.

   Jennifer throws back her head at the surge of stimulation, groaning. 
"Unnnnnnhhhh...  ohhhh please, don't tease me...  I uuhhhhhhhh really need
to cum, please...  just do it to me..  uhhhhhh...  oh yeah...  oohhhhhh
yeah..."

   Alan has been reading the note through again, as he plays with her
breasts.  "Sis, Greg has been round here every afternoon this week, hasn't
he?"

   "Umm...  yes, I think so, why?" She is slowing her stroking of
Jennifer's clit to a delicate, bare touch, as the girl shudders, not far
from cumming.

   "Because, this note...  it says she hasn't cum all week...  he's teasing
her while he's here, but what about other times?  Hmmm...  just a sec." He
dashes out into the kitchen, and into the tiny bathroom that adjoins it. 
Then out again, and out the front door.  Back in seconds more, he spends a
moment lugging the sag of vegies back outside, then returns and resumes
fondling her breasts, chuckling.  "Sis, there are no locks on either the
bathroom or outside dunny doors.  And see the other door there, that leads
into her Mum's bedroom, that used to be a verandah?  Thats clear glass, and
it doesn't lock either!  And the living room, between the kitchen and Mum's
room, has no doors at all!  Mum might walk into her bedroom through either
door without warning, if she walked softly.  So Jen here can't do it while
her Mum is home!  Not even in bed, cos her mum can look in though the glass
door.  I bet her Mum is a light sleeper too - I know she gets up really
early, I see the light in the windows.  So Miss Masturbation here can't do
it at night, and can't do it in the morning, and can't do it at school
since they took the locks off the cubicles.  That leaves only after school,
till her Mum gets home!  Two hours!  And her Mum shops daytime, and never
goes out on weekends either.  And Greg's school is closer, so he can get
here before her after school if he wants.....  so.....  wow!  He really has
been starving you Jen, huh?  What do you think, Sis?  I bet she needs it
really bad, we really should give her one, before her Mum gets home.  She'd
not likely to get one after!"

   He has moved around behind Jennifer, cupping her breasts and rolling her
rock-hard nipples between his fingers.  Unseen to her, he winks
theatrically to Sally as he mentions 'giving her one'.

   "Yes...  I guess you're right Alan.  She is so naughty, and her Mum
should see this rope stuff, but its her boyfriend thats made her crazy with
the need.  We should at least give her a cum, so she doesn't have to deal
with her Mum while her brains are all mushy with sex.  Just....  not yet.
This is sooo fun!  Gee, she's even put cream or something on herself, she's
slippery all over down here!"

   "And in here too, feel!" He is running a hand over her rear again, and
has slipped his fingers into the spread-legged-open crack of her arse. 
"Gosh, even..." His fingers have paused at her puckered sphincter, teasing
at the quivering opening, testing the smooth-slicked entrance, pressing
against the thin flesh separating that closed opening from the wood-post
dilated cunt so close to it.  "Wow, thats such a contrast, Sis.  One hole
so stretched, and the other one here so empty....  unless I....  " He slips
the tip of his middle finger into her anus, easily overcoming her slicked
resistance.

   Sally has been carefullyteasing the older girl, learning to gauge her
shudders and sighs, lifting her up onto crests of excitement, yet always
letting her fall short of release.  Doing this is giving her a dark,
powerful thrill she has never dreamt existed - a red blaze in her mind as
well as her belly.  She would stop to finger herself off again, only she
has found it even more exciting to keep both hands on hapless Jennifer, and
she wants to learn to drive the teen absolutely mental with frustration in
the time before her mother gets home.  Now she pauses, looking round the
shuddering hips on the post, to see what Alan is doing.  The sight, of the
wide open arse crack, oiled and shining between the helplessly clenching
globes, with her brother's finger worming and twisting deeper into the tiny
ring, close-backed by the wooden post and the tight stretched cunt lips
pulling up and down it as the girl struggles....  this sight is somehow
even more crudely erotic than the open twat cleft she was driving up front.

   "Oh wow, Alan...  wow...  I think its finally hitting me...  she is
ours! Ours!  With those pictures...  her Mum will make her stop seeing
Greg...  do you see...?  You want to fuck her arse?  I bet we can make her
do _anything_!  For ages and ages....  Mmmm golly that looks kinky!  Yeah,
stick it right up her...  bet you can feel the wood inside her, right?"

   "Yeah, Sis, I can...  I can run my finger around it, inside her...  it
feels like it just goes on up inside her forever, I can't feel the top at
all.  Its all slick inside here too...  nothing else...  which is good. 
Hmm.." He looks around the room, and spots the empty shampoo bottle lying
on the floor.  Pulling his finger out abruptly, he fetches it.  Sniffs its
neck, and notes that it is still wet, with a little clear water in the
bottom.  Coming back, he holds it before the shaken teen's face.

   "Jennifer, you rinsed yourself out, didn't you?" He holds up his shiny
slick, but otherwise clean middle finger.  "See!  Looks like you did a good
job too.  Were you expecting something to go up there, maybe?  Your
boyfriend was going to fuck you up the bum, perhaps?  Oh, wait!  He didn't
know about this little treat you set up.  So, you were going to _ask_ him
to fuck you up there, is that it?  With you still on that, so you couldn't
move?  Then you even greased it up!  Hmmm...  well, I'm sure we will all
enjoy exploring this thing in future.  But right now....  why don't you
have a feel up there Sis, while I make sure Mother dear gets the full
story."

   He takes her desk, and pushes it back to its original position against
the wall.  He puts most of the things back on the desk, but stacked up at
the back, leaving the front bare.  Then places the shampoo bottle upright
in the centre of the empty area, where it stands out like...  an empty,
capless shampoo bottle with some water in it.  He spots the tube of hand
cream on the floor by her bed, and places that next to the bottle.  For a
moment he contemplates the arrangement, then laughs and begins rummaging
through her desk drawers.  In a moment he finds what he sought - the long,
thin metal can of a feminine deodorant spray.  Complete with smooth-curved
snap-on plastic cap.

   Jennifer has been twisting round to watch him, as best she can while
shuddering and jerking with the sensations of Sally simultaneously finger
fucking her arsehole and stroking her clit.  It is an effort, since all her
body wants to do is throw her head back and scream.  Seeing him holding up
the phallic object triumphantly, rubbing his thumb along the surface,
feeling the traces of oil no doubt lingering there from the last time she
used it for more than deodorising, she does groan, closing her eyes and
letting her head fall back.  There seems to be no secret of hers these
children will not uncover.  For their part, the twins grin at each other,
reading her resignation for the admission it is.  Sally takes a fold of
labia between thumb and finger, and pinching it warningly, asks- "You fuck
yourself with that, don't you?"

   Jennifer hangs her head, shamed, barely whispering "yes."

   "I don't think my brother heard you.  Louder!  What do you do with that?
You tell him _exactly_ what you do with that, you hear?  Exactly!  And keep
the details like where you stick it, when, how long for, the first time,
last time, do you come, and so on, flowing until I say to stop.  Or I can
really hurt you here, like this.." She give a painful pinch.

   "OWWoh!  but oh, please...  ow, that hurt...  OW!  no!  OK!  I'll... 
OW!...  I, I fuck myself with it....  yes, I ow!  I SHOVE it up my, my
cunt...  and push it ...ow no...  fuck it in and out..  and around... 
ohhhh yes thats nice, please don't pinch me any more, I'll ow...  OK...  I
fuck it around in my cunt, like its my boyfriend's cock, banging up me..  I
like to put one hand on my belly, and twist it around forwards, so I can
feel the end moving inside me with my fingers on my belly...  but I can't
do that and rub my clit at the same time, so I go back to pushing it up
with one hand around back, and rubbing my clit with the other...  I almost
always use that when I...  masturbate....  I.....  um....  OW!  No, please,
I'll tell you...  oh!  um, and when I do it I...  after school, I do it
after school, when there's no one, when Greg isn't coming over, and I
feel....  you know, sexy Uh!  Please!  OK, when I feel horny, so I take my
clothes of and touch myself on my, my cunny till I'm wet, then I push the
spray can in and just sort of work it around...  I uh, I like to see how
it...  just vanishes up inside, and feels so good...  Its not very thick,
you know?  But long enough that I can't make it all go inside, even
pushing....  I like to do that, to really push it, and feel my insides...
Hmfff!  Oh!  Please!  Can't you just remind me without pinching _so_ hard?
And isn't it getting late?  Are you going to untie me before Mum gets
home?"

   Alan, sitting in a chair with a good view of his sister working the
older teen, can see the turned clock face.  He shakes his head.  "No,
_plenty_ of time yet.  You just keep on with the story.  Its 'cunt' by the
way, not 'insides'.  If you'd keep it interesting, Sally won't have to
pinch you.  So, where do you feel it?" When Jennifer looks away again, he
hand signs to his sister that time is actually getting a bit short.  He
suddenly has a truly inspirational idea, and decides to begin it
immediately.  "Tell you what, Jenny.  If you really try hard to tell us all
the hot details about how you do yourself, a really good, long, sexy story,
then we'll not only untie you in time, but sis will make you come first. 
If you run out of stuff to say, just go through the same stuff again, and
try to make it sound even hotter, OK?  Think of how much you want to cum,
and make it good.  Seems like you need it bad, huh?  Suppose Greg decides
you don't deserve to cum for another week or two?  You want to cum now?"

   His sister looks at him curiously, but (for once) goes along with the
flow.  She gives the teen's swollen and pinched labia a long sensuous
stroking, and then, hesitantly, leans forward and delicately runs the tip
of her tongue up the spread slit, over her aching clit.  Jennifer shudders,
gasping.

   "Ohhhuhhh!  Oooooo thats...  ummmmm...  yes, yes, OK, I'll try...  I'll
do anything, just _please_ untie me before mum gets back...  um. 
alright... where was I?  Oh.....  yeah, um when I'm...  fucking myself with
the can, I like to......  mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmohhhh yesss....  to shove it
really _deep_ up my...  my _cunt_.  Its not as fat as this post, which
feels so _huge_, but I like it when it's so far up there...  up my _twat_
that it hurts a bit....  mmmm feeling my uterus pushed right up deep in my
belly....  and I stir it round and round...  oh, what?....  what are
you...?"

   Alan has been gathering a few more items from her bedroom, and has begun
to apply them to the standing, nude sex queen.  First he has put the
earphones of her walkman over her ears, then begun winding a scarf around
her head as a blindfold.  Which also happens to fix the earphones in place.

   "Nothing important, you just keep talking, OK?  I'm just going to add a
little more spice to the scene here.  For a few more photos.  Just a quick
fool around, nothing that won't come off quickly when its time to tidy up
before your mum gets here.  Just ignore me!" As he speaks, he has completed
her blindfold, so now she cannot see a thing.  Next he takes her small
transistor radio, and tunes to an FM band between stations.  Adjusting the
static hiss to a soft level, he plugs the headphones into it.  Speaking
loudly for her to hear him over the hiss: "A little bit of noise so we can
surprise you.  Don't let it stop your story!"

   His sister has cottoned on by now, and chips in: "Yeah, he he!  I'm
really, really looking forward to watching you cum!  But only if you tell
us everything!  If its not good enough, we'll untie you, but you'll still
be dying for it, and then your mum will get home, and it will be another
day, or more, of frustration.  You'd better start...  Oh, and if I stop
touching you for a while, I'll just be taking some more pics, or...  doing
myself.  Don't worry, I'll be back onto you in a flash.  But whatever you
do, keep up the slutty story, we love it!  Heh!  Looks like my evil brother
has another little surprise for you, too.  Come on now, get going!  Your
time starts *now*!  Ding!" She delivers Jennifer a sharpish palm slap to
the bottom, then returns her fingers to the spread and pilloried vaginal
slit, with its protruding clit.

   "Ah!  Oooooouuhhhhhnnn.....  Hmmmmm.....  oh, yeah....  I like to shove
it inside my cunt, so deep it hurts a little, and feel on my stomach how it
is *so* far up me..  um, it doesn't make me cum, that, but its so much
better when I do cum, if I've got that...  something right up, deep inside,
and if I push it hard just as I cum, so it hurts a but, its soooo strong...
But I don't try to cum right away...  I usually just ....  once I get
started, sort of go on at it for as long as I can - hours, till I have to
quit cos mums coming home soon. ....  hmmmmmmm oh, yes, thats....  One
thing I sometimes do, is put on a pair of panties, over that can sticking
out of my slit....  it would fall out without the panties...  and just sort
of walk around my room like there's nothing special going on...  sort of
trying to pretend I'm not feeling it holding my lips, cunt lips open and
rubbing, moving in my cunt as I walk.  That can feel really nice.  I think
about how it would feel to put on a pair of tight jeans, and go out
somewhere, like the movies.  Or school!  But it really sticks out too far,
it would show.  Anyway, when I'm doing that, I like to sort of sit down on
my chair, like I've forgotten its in my cunt there, and go uhhhh!  as the
chair pushes it hard up me.  If I lean back a bit I can sit right down, and
then have it force in very slowly but really hard by gradually sitting up
straighter.  I wish I could make a dildo chair.  But I can't, my mum would
see it.  Ohhhhhhhh.....  you naughty girl Sally, you really know how to
work my uh...uh clit...  ohhhhHHHHHh!  yes....  oh more....  ahhhhh....  To
make myself cum, I usually lie back on the bed, and just move that can a
little as I rub my clit, ummmmm like that...  umm....

   She continues, sometimes haltingly, sometimes between gasping breaths as
Sally works her higher, but with less and less reticence as her excitement
grows.

   After a few more minutes, with her face flushed rosy and her breathing
indicating she is very aroused indeed, Alan introduces her to the
'surprise' he had been preparing.  He had found a roll of yellow ribbon,
and had tight tied a few turns of it around the base of the hairspray can,
tying it off, leaving a meter of ribbon on one side, and the full roll on
the other.  Then, quickly giving the cylinder a regreasing with hand cream,
he kneels to her side, and presses the rounded end against her anus.  She
gasps, and hesitates in her tale, but then carries on, more breathlessly if
anything, her buttocks and thighs flexing helplessly.  It slips in easily,
going deep.  He twists and pistons it in her a few moments, playing with
causing her to falter in her masturbatory tale, but Sally wags a finger,
signalling that the teen is too close to cumming, and he is risking their
plan.  So he desists, and simply pushes it in deeply, then uses the ribbon
to bind up through her arse cleft and around the pole in her slit, up to
and around her waist.  He ties it off with a fair attempt at a pretty bow
on her stomach.

   Stepping back to admire his work, he picks up the camera and snaps off a
few more mementos for them.  Then winds back the film, and pockets the
roll. He goes to put the camera back in the drawer, but finds a new roll of
film there, and changes plan again - puts the new film into the camera, and
keeps the camera with him.  Turning the clock back so his busy sister can
see the time, he signs- 'time for lookout duty' and leaves, quietly,
leaving the front door open.

   It is a few minutes to six pm.  With her brother on lookout from the
returning mother, the intention is to tease the post-fixed teen Jennifer to
a frenzy of sexual heat and frustration, leaving her desperately panting
her tale of masturbatory adventures, red faced, swollen-sexed, dripping
with juices and begging for relief, blindfolded and ear-muffled, as a
homecoming surprise for her poor, tired, and hardworking mother.  The twins
are like that.  Of all the pranks they have pulled over the years, they
think this has got to be the coolest, neatest, really sweet little trick of
all.  And so excellent, that they don't even get the blame - 'she did it to
herself, all for her nasty boyfriend, the slut!' Of course, _they_ didn't
know anything about it, _they_ just dropped of the sack of vegetables
outside the locked door, and went home, of _course_!  Stupid of Jennifer to
not check he was actually going to come round that day.  And she must have
worked herself into some kind of sex-frenzy, on the post, and began
fantasising about all sorts of disgusting things....  it wasn't _us_, how
could anyone believe her after she did this...

   All this is going through Sally's mind as she carefully, deliberately
works the 16 year old beauty into a state of near-cumming desperation.  The
sweating teen's story of her solitary sexual inventiveness falters and
stutters, broken by panting cries and moans, pleas for mercy, for more, for
less, to 'do it, do it' and 'oh stop, oh stop', and such, but never ends.
Sally is learning that Jennifer is quite an inventive girl, and is thinking
that some of these ideas could bear trying out, on her own.  But for now
she is watching two clocks - one on her bedside table, counting down to
Mom-moment, and the other formed of the heat and signs of Jennifer's need
and tensions.  With the teen about as high now as Sally dare take her
without risking an escape into orgasm, she takes to interspersing moments
of complete hands-off absence, in order to lessen the chance Jennifer will
notice when Sally does finally exit.  She waits for her brother's signal.

   Jennifer has been relating her experiments with various forms of
vegetables, when Sally hears the soft whistle.  Without hesitation, she
steps away, carefully, silently, not even a draft to betray her movement.
Surveying the room, she curses quietly, and quickly steps over and pulls
back a corner of the curtains.  Then flees, as fast as silence, and closing
of the front door, allows.  She makes it to the bushes behind the house
close moments before the mother appears at the top of the garden path,
bearing a carton of shopping.  Her brother is already there, having raced
down among the bushes from the road the moment he signalled the arrival of
Ms Taylor's old VW beetle.

   It is dusk at this time; dark enough by now to allow for invisible
lurking in bushes, and peering in through curtain gaps.  So they do.  The
view, though only usable by one at a time, is fine.  There is the beauty,
still eagerly juicing her sex on the fat bedpost, in side-on profile to
them.  They can even hear her descriptive monologue, softly but clear
through the glass.  They hear the mother at the front door: the box being
put down, the jangle of keys, the lock turning, the door opening. 
Jennifer, white noise cocooned, clearly hears nothing.  She seems to be
putting on an extra effort to tempt her teasing cum-promiser to resume her
ministrations.  Her words rise louder, as she pantingly describes a time
she inflated a balloon in her cunt, to the maximum capacity she could bear,
then tied it off, and clit-whacked herself to an orgasm that made her pass
out.  There has been silence from the front door front.  No doubt her
mother is wondering what in hell she is hearing.  Normally she announces
herself with a cheery 'Hi honey, I'm home!' but today she seems to have
been distracted.

   Peering through the window, they see her mother appear, silently framed
in the doorway to Jennifer's bedroom.  Standing, thunderstruck, staring at
the sight of her darling daughter, now cast in the unexpected role of
filthy mouthed bondage queen sex-crazed teen slut.  They had not really
thought about what the mother would do.  Only that it would all surely be a
truly fine display of...  something.  Shouting, most definitely.  Some sort
of draconian punishment, likely.  Spanking?  A beating?  Mouth-with-soap
(and maybe vagina-with-soap too, for that matter)?  Perhaps a parental
swooning spell, followed by lengthy and humiliating lecturing?  They really
didn't have any idea.

   Certainly, they were very surprised by what transpired.

   Ms Taylor stands motionless for long, long moments.  Then silently,
wheels about, and apparently brings the shopping carton inside, shutting
the front door.  She returns, now barefoot, to her daughter's room, and
comes carefully close, bending down to read the note dangling from the
shuddering, heaving, hard-nippled breast.  She stands straight again,
frowning, surveying the room, while never glancing away from the naked girl
for more than a moment.  Clearly intent on that image, but reserved in her
reaction to it.  Thinking.  Looking around again, and this time spotting
the blinking answering machine light.  She plays the message, but
significantly, first turns the sound right down.  She comes back, this time
kneeling, peering close to the teen's post-formed sex, observing the eager
movements of that glistening, tight-curved slit, and it's protruding,
crimson-engorged clit, the cum-trigger so obviously eager for action, yet
so clearly, definitely not being pulled.  She peers around behind her
daughter's shapely hips, and examines the makeshift dildo tied in position,
up her round-stretched anus.  She looks at the handcuffs, holding the
girl's wrists behind her back, and the other bonds.  Alan takes this
opportunity to try taking a couple of photos through the curtain gap, with
Jennifer's camera.

   Jennifer has returned to the subject of fruit, and its erogenous
application.  Some of this clearly gives her mother pause, and there are
several parental intakes of breath.  But oddly, still outward no display of
anger.  Something, some strong emotion, is there.  Ms Taylor has taken to
breathing quite deeply, and is becoming quite flushed, but still she
remains quiet, playing at being an empty house.  For one moment, it seems
she is about to break the illusion - reaching out a (shaking) hand, as if
to touch....  the teen's breast!???  The twins are amazed.  What..?  But
she halts her hand just an inch from the out-thrust nipple, then draws it
back.  She turns briskly, as if having made up her mind, and walks through
to her own bedroom, still silent.

   For about a minute, she is out of view.  In this time too, Jennifer
seems to either be running out of things to say, or starting to suspect
something is not going according to the script she was told about.  Surely
it must be getting close to time, that those dammed twins must untie her?'
she seems to be thinking, worriedly.  Her movements take on a air of
desperate urgency, doing all she can to remind the twins (she thinks) that
her clit is still waiting for its promised and much needed reward.  As much
as she can, she tilts her hips to throw her sex into prominence.  It
certainly does look very sexy, wanton.  She falls silent, perhaps to taunt
the twins to some act, anything, just to see if they are still there.  She
cannot believe they could have left, and left her here, like this.... 
Perhaps they are just standing around, watching her, doing themselves
again? How long has it been, anyway?  It seems like a long time?

   Her mother re-enters the room, and the twins barely stifle a revealing
gasp.  She is naked.  Carrying a camera and a small carry bag in one hand,
the other hand's fingers busily delving at her own cunt as she walks.  She
readies the camera (two hands) and proceeds to take a whole series of
photos of the naked teen.  Room shots, close-ups, cunt, arse, face,
breasts, handcuffs, the clever rope arrangements, everything.  Alan records
her at this.  That completed, she stands back again and contemplates the
girl, while again working at her cunt, and this time nipples, this time
very vigorously.  There is no doubt about it, this is turning very odd.  To
the twins, she has always seemed quite an ancient, but now they find that
unclothed, she is still a shapely woman.  Her breasts are hanging lower
than they once must have, but are still large, fully rounded, with
strikingly large projecting nipples in dark areoles.  She has a slim
figure, but with well rounded hips, and only a little bit of paunch above a
very fleshy, prominent and entirely hairless mons.  Within this is not so
much a slit, as a wide open valley, of colourfully engorged and glistening
flesh.  Currently playing host to several fingers of her hand, slipping in
and out deeply, thrusting wide and boldly into the not-so-hidden depths. 
Petite it isn't, but sexy....  well, it impresses the twins very much. 
Fortunately Alan retains sufficient composure to capture the tableau for
posterity.

   Then she begins the next act.  She takes the jar of much-used hand
creme, and smears an ample amount into the recesses of her so very ample
sex.  Next, she really surprises them.  She steps over the other post at
the foot of the bed, and tiptoes her loins up over its tip.  Then lowers
herself with impulsive determination onto it, promptly swallowing a good
length of the wooden intruder with hardly a sigh.  Facing the still
oblivious Jennifer, she spreads her legs to match the daughter's spread. 
Then a bit more.  And another bit.  Even Alan, concentrating on
immortalising the moment on film, is awe-struck at just how much of the
post is now hidden from view.  Doesn't this woman have a stomach?  Lungs?
In reality, its not that far, but it looks like a lot.  Ms Taylor stands
there, moving her hips in small circling motions, seeming to explore the
limits of movement now possible.  She has a 'fuck me, thats colossal'
expression, crossed with a plain 'fuck me, fuck me' rounded open mouthed
silent 'Ahhh!' She sets her hands back to their work at the coal face of
nipples, slit and clit.  Clearly not in a mood to muck around, or take her
time, she goes at them with a will.  And with a good deal of solid humping
and thrusting up and down on the post too, which Jennifer cannot fail to
feel through the shaking bed frame and her cuntal post input socket.  She
is becoming bewildered, on top of the excitement she cannot avoid feeling
as the post shudders and shakes in the long pent-up fires of her belly. 
She can tell its coming though the bed, and its got force behind it.  She
wonders aloud "Greg?  Greg is that you?  Come on Greg, quit it, mum will be
home any moment! ....?...  Greg?  Please Greg, get me off this!  Really,
its not ooooohhhh fuuunny! ......  Greg! .....  Ohhhh please, whoever that
is...  this is making me feel....  ohhhh.....  please, uh, uh.....  " She
gives up on pleading, and just gasps and pants as the bed jolts her core.

   Meanwhile mummy dearest has progressed to frantic fucking down on the
post, hands a-blur in her sex.  Its obvious that she is deliberately
whacking the bed about as much as she can, for its effect on her daughter
post-comrade.  Through screwed up, slitted eyes, she watches the girl;
going *jerk* with her much heavier body on the post, and delighting in the
teen's helpless tossing about and moaning as the impact transmits to her
lighter hips, more sensitive sex.  The bed is actually being moved
gradually across the floor, so rough is her mother's passion.

   Jennifer seems to have been booted back up into the orgasm-denied
desperation, for as her gasping becomes deeper and more sexual, as she
loses conscious awareness of what she is saying, she starts to groan
"ohhhuuh!  Ohhhhh please..  pleuuuueuuuss!  Uuuughhhhhh I need to
coooome....  PLease cummmmm I want to cum ohhhhhHH!  OOOOhhhhh...  God I
need to cum please make me uuuhhhh cum, let me....  cummmmm OH!... 
.cum.... must.....  cum....  "

   Her mother's expression seems to become more ecstatic at this, if
anything.  Then suddenly the older woman is cumming herself.  She throws
back her head in a silent, gritted teeth grimace, and her hips lock down
hard on the post, driving an even more astonishing length of it inside. 
She clutches at her twat, straining, shuddering.  Motionless.  Seconds tick
by, and a camera shutter ticks again outside the window.  Then a slow
massage of her slit and labia, hard pressed.  A long, shuddering intake of
breath.  A straightening up, and a running of hands down over the full
breasts, belly and thighs.  Another sigh, relaxing, and then Ms Taylor
gingerly lifts herself up off the post.  She takes a small handtowel from
her little bag, and wipes down the post she just abused, then wipes her own
crotch.  Picks up her bag and camera, and pads softly back to her own room,
features an odd mix of satiation and eagerness.  She leaves the teen once
more on the unreachable verge of relief, glancing at her devouringly in
passing.  A most unmotherly look.

   Sally whispers to Alan "Wow!  What the fuck was that all about?  Is she
even more kinky than Jenny, or what?"

   "Shit a brick!  What's she going to do *next* I wonder?  What do you
think, will these pictures come out?  If they do...  fucking A!  Did you
see her twat?  Shaved!  And so fucking huge!  Want to stick your arm up it?
Well, maybe these pictures say you can!  Shit, mothers aren't supposed to
do that sort of stuff with their kids, are they?  Damm, my dicks as hard as
a rock again."

   "Yeah, and I had to shove my hankie into my jeans, or dad's going to
wonder about the wet spot.  Better be quiet now, she's only in the next
room."

   They wait in amazement, and have to wait a fair while - at least twenty
minutes.  During which Jennifer becomes subdued again, no longer trying
futilely to fuck herself to orgasm on the post.  This time, when Ms Taylor
returns, she is fully clothed, in her usual, staid style.  She walks over
to the girl, and stands, considering the naked, pornographic sight.  Then
she appears to deliberately don an expression of shocked outrage, and
unknots the girl's blindfold, finally tearing it off roughly, along with
the headphones.  The girl is met with her worst nightmare scenario- her on
the post, confronted with an enraged mother.  Ms Taylor glares at the girl,
silently, arms crossed, back ramrod straight, quivering with, what... 
rage? When the girl says nothing, only drooping her head and keeping her
eyes on the floor, her mother after some minutes reaches out a hand and
flicks the corner of the damming note taped to the girl's breast.

   "So.  No need to try to explain yourself, child.  It is abundantly
clear. I am speechless!  Words fail me.  My daughter....  this...  this...
unspeakable disgusting....  behaviour....  For the moment I cannot think
how I should treat you....  you....  *craven*...  *SLUT*!"

   Another long, fuming pause.

   "And you even did this on your *own* initiative!  *You* though this up!
What sort of sick, depraved imagination.....  I am *appalled*!  Beyond any
words, *appalled*!"

   Pause.

   "I cannot for the life of me imagine how I can continue to share this
house with...  with...  such a.....  filthy....  "

   "Yet, you are still my own daughter, my responsibility, now, it seems,
my deep....  impossible...  shame....  a burden....  I must consider
what...."

   "You shall be punished for this, girl, mark my words!  But for now.... I
think you should simply stay as you are.  You may reflect on your
incredible disgusting stupidity....  And we shall see what part Greg has
really had in this.  Hah!  Oh no, my child, no more 'boyfriend' for you,
not till I feel you can be...  trusted to behave like a...  civilised... 
human...  being."

   She stoops down, glaring at the impaled teen labia.

   "Good GOD!  If you have not *ruined* yourself!  I will have to have you
to a doctor to check you are not seriously injured, yet how am I to explain
to the doctor?  Surely no one would *believe* this....  Hmm, yes, I will
have to....  photographs....  God forgive us all....  And what is this
ribbon for..?" She makes a show of tracing the ribbon back around
Jennifer's hip, and down the crack of her arse, to find....

   "Good God in Heaven!  I...  perversions without end....  you have
sodomised yourself with an innocent deodorant spray!  How can that even
fit...?  Is that really the length I think it is?"

   She grips the base of the can, and roughly twists it, as if to test if
it is really one of those over sized, '50% extra, free!' cans, and not a
stubby economy size one.  Eventually, after some considerable amount of
experimental movement, she seems to be satisfied that it _is_ the extra
sized can.  She returns to glaring the girl in the face.  A girl who is
once again breathing deeply in arousal, from the manipulations of her arse
and cunt.

   "Aroused!  I am to find no limits to your depravity, it seems.  Your own
mother investigates the harm you have done yourself, and you find it
*sexually* *exciting* do you?!  Apparently!  Unless these promiscuous
organs you so crudely employ in your foul game are also lying.  Look at
you! You pant like a bitch in heat!  Your genitals - swollen, running with
ugh!  lust, spread open for all to see, and even that most secret part, the
centre of woman's intimate delicate pleasure, displayed....  _displayed_!
in disgusting engorged prominence by your lewd splay-legged animal pose. 
Why, if you wish to flaunt it to all the world, perhaps it should also
share in your punishment!  Yes, _well_ you should cast your eyes down, and
gaze at which I speak.  This!  This...  this 'clitoris' I believe is the
rude medical term..."

   (Here Ms Taylor grips the offending bud between thumb and forefinger.)

   "Never have I imagined that any decent woman could so shamelessly expose
not only her womanly charms, but her womanly shames!  The weakness by which
she may be reduced to animalistic lusts and desires!  That which should be
held private, even from a husband, lest he turn you to a bestial toy for
his base instincts.  By which he may take away your mind, and replace it
with unthinking primitive instinct.  Hah!  I see disbelief in your eyes! 
Well I shall show you, young girl, I shall show you the truth of my words.
It seems you may already be familiar with those ungovernable lusts, but we
shall see.  Girl, who is the master of your body?  Who?  Is it you?  Do you
direct your corporeal form, or does some other?  Answer me."

   The girl looks up, confused.  As if the fingers still lightly gripping
her clit were not enough to addle her mind, now her mother is asking her,
what?  Philosophy questions?  She takes a punt.

   "Uh, its me?  I control my body?"

   "Only so long as no one else controls *this*" says Ms Taylor, giving the
hard little clit a squeeze.  "Give this away, and you give away your body.
Don't believe me?  Then I shall demonstrate.  Within a few minutes whoever
can touch this, can have you agreeing to anything at all.  For instance, I
will now proceed to have you agree to any form of punishment I chose for
you.  Observe."

   Here Ms Taylor kneels down in front of Jennifer, and applies her
fingertips softly to the girl's swollen and post filled sex.  With face
only inches from the immovably pegged cunt, and its glistening lips bulging
around the thick wooden post, the woman begins a skilful manipulation of
the sensitive flesh.  She concentrates on Jennifer's stiff clit, stroking
and rubbing it in short sharp bursts, but with diversions to the
surrounding blood-filled folds.  She mostly gazes intently up at Jennifer's
face, which is inclined forward to watch the teasing of her so defenceless
twat, her mouth a round 'O' of shocked sensory overload.

   It takes Jennifer several moments of simply dealing with the sudden
blast of intense sensation from her frustrated sex, before it really sinks
in - her mother is masturbating her!  Her mother...  her so-strict mother
is playing her clit like a skilled lover, and she can't even pull away, not
even an inch!  Ohhh godddd...  If it...  oh....  does her mother know how
close...  she ummmm is to cumming?  Oh please no, don't let her cum, not to
her mother's finger, this is tooooo....  ohhhhh.....  She desperately
protests"Ugh oh mum!  Oh please, no...  oh mum, I'm _sorry_!  But please...
I'm...  your going to...  oh please don't...  I'm afraid I..  UUUhhhhh!  Oh
pleeeease!  Mum!  I'm too....  close..  don't....  uhhh please don't make
me...  Oh!  I will be good, I promise, but don't...  Ohhhhhh I was
already...  I couldn't help it, Muuum!  Nooooo oohhhh!  uh, uhhhh.... 
going to...  mum, noo OHHH!..  uhhh...

   Ms Taylor, carefully watching the teen's shuddering and pleading, smiles
a tight, predatory smile.  "I expect you are trying to warn me that you may
soon disgrace yourself in a most unladylike display of animalist orgasm? 
What, despite your outrageously wicked behaviour in setting up this carnal
exhibit, and my impression you were previously doing your best to reach
that climax, _now_ you don't want it?  Is that right, you want me to stop?"

   She makes no sign of slacking off her ministrations though.  If
anything, her fingers move more maddeningly in their slippery nest, as she
watches the girl's distressed and reddened face, and Jennifer struggles to
reply.

   "I...  uuuuuuhhhhh really, I'm really uh hhh sorry...  sorry..  yes,
please stop...  just let me off...  I'lll be good, I uooohhh oh uhhhhHHHH
promise.."

   "No" The word is softly said, but final.  "There is no point pleading, I
have decided you shall be punished, and this is merely a first step, a
demonstration if you will.  Save your breath.  When it is time for you to
plead, I will let you know.  For now, you will simply contemplate what
comes of giving away control of your body."

   She continues to tease and rub the super-sensitive bud and flower of the
teen's quivering, wet sex.  The girl gasps and sighs on, shuddering and
twisting her body futilely on the post, for long moments more.  Then, as
her mother builds her stroking intensity up in concert with a wave of the
girl's moaning gasps, Jennifer cries out "Ohhhh Muuum!  Ohhhh I'mm...  oh
no!  Ohhhhh yes..  Oh thats, I'm going to...  uhhh, oh don't stop...  " and
throws her head back, her body stretching tightly.

   At this point, her mother suddenly withdraws her hands completely from
the girl, and sits back on her heels.  The teen's rising cries suddenly
turn from anticipation to dismay.  "Oonnnngh!  nnnnngh!  Nnnnnoooohhhh!  Oh
Muuummm!" She flings her head back down to see the worst - she is left
stranded, close to relief but far away, her blood red clit standing rigidly
free in thin air, her cunt twisting and bouncing as far as she can on the
pole inside her, but it isn't enough.  Same as before, it is not enough. 
All she needed was a few seconds more touch on her clit, and the joy would
have been hers; instead she is stuck in high desperation, impaled on a
stick, like a sex-popsicle.  Burning hot, yet unable to melt.  She glares
at her mother, too stunned and confused to speak.  Wasn't her Mum going to
make her cum?

   "You probably thought I intended to make you orgasm, didn't you?  I
don't know why, after all I _did_ say this was the start of your
punishment. Do you consider orgasm to be a punishment?  But no, if you
recall, I have a point to make.  And its this- in just a few minutes, you
will be begging me to beat you, to humiliate you, do anything I chose to
you, _anything_, if only I will allow you to achieve your precious,
_disgusting_ orgasm.  Now, I shall continue.  All you have to remember, is
that I will not allow you to orgasm before you beg me to punish you however
I see fit, to treat you as you deserve, to have you do anything I consider
appropriate to your behaviour.  Huh!  I should parade you naked down the
street for all to see!  Like the common whore you are.  Certainly you can
expect a very different life at home from now on.  But you must _plead_ to
be humiliated, to be punished, before I will let you release your present
lust.  And so..."

   Softly, carefully, Ms Taylor resumes her tormenting of the juicy, aching
cunt.  Watching every tremor, catching every indrawn gasp and sigh, she
again inches the girl close to the line dividing desperate need from
delirious pleasure.  And again, halts her just short.  Lets her subside a
little, then inches her up again.

   By the forth cycle, Jennifer is in a very distraught state.  She is
frantic, gasping in great gulps of air, moaning and crying, her body
wracked with involuntary shudders, so strong as to cause pain as her
impaled cunt is battered against the solid pole within.  She has taken to a
repeated chant, "Pleeeese..  please...  uhh pleeeese....  " perhaps too far
into sexual stupor to even know what she is saying.

   Once more squatting back, admiring her work, the mother prompts her "Say
'please do anything and all you will to me', and I shall end this.  Or we
can just keep on, if you like." She gives the now grossly red-swollen labia
another quick flicking of fingertips.

   Jennifer has finally lost all resistance.  She just has to cum, and now.
That is the only thought that can fit in her desperate mind.  Her mother's
words sink in slowly, aided by the start of another cunt-buildup stroking.
She stammers and shudders through the phrase, barely articulate"Ohhhhh
plllesse....  pleaase do..  any...  anything ngggg!  All..  you will ohhh
ughhhhh to, to to mee eeeeeh!  Ohhhmmomyyyy...  oh please let...."

   Hearing this, her mother stands up, and grips the girl by the jaw,
bringing her face close to the teen's sweating, absent-eyed face.  "So now
you see.  In only a few minutes you have agreed to anything, merely because
someone rubs your swollen clit a little.  It would serve you right had your
nasty minded boyfriend chosen to gain this power over you.  And I wouldn't
blame him either.  Expect it, in fact, if he has any gumption, given the
way you chose to gift yourself to him.  Hmmmm.....  perhaps you should be
given a taste of what men will do, given an opportunity?  Particularly
adolescent males, with their ever-urgent need to drain the outpourings of
their overactive glands.  That if let run wild, would rape a woman over and
over, many times a day....  simply pounding their hard member into her for
their own relief, without a care for the woman's desires, filling her with
their seed till it runs down her legs....  yes, perhaps you should be
taught this side of man.  Or rather, this length, and thickness, and
readiness to exploit any available orifice in search of relief.  Or perhaps
you are already familiar with such activities, to judge by this object
lodged in your rear passage.  Yes, I believe this would be most
appropriate.....  I shall allow him to use you as you seem to desire, and
with my encouragement and supervision!"

   As she speaks, Ms Taylor has been running her hands over the squirming
teen's sweat-streaked body, till now she is gripping the anal spraycan in
one hand, and a breast tightly in the other.  She is twisting the can in
Jennifer's arse, as she kneads the breast.  She continues, shifting one
hand back to the tied teen's cunt"As for your precious cum.....  do you
still want that?  Would mummy's baby like mummy to rub her clit till she
explodes?  Like this, hmmm, only just a _little_ bit more, hmmmm?  Just a
liiitle bit.....  my, you're so close aren't you?  Even just a couple of
good hard rubs, that would do it, huh?  Well, no.  I didn't say I _would_
make you come.  Just that I would _not_ until you begged to be treated as
the slutty little girl you are.  Frankly, I don't think you deserve any
such pleasure, and so you shall not have it.  Now, I'm going to put dinner
on.  I'll leave you to contemplate your new situation, and what you look
like to your boyfriend and anyone else that walks in this door."

   So saying, she walks into her own bedroom, and wheels back a full length
mirror, leaving it where Jennifer cannot avoid seeing herself whole -
naked, hair tangled, sweaty, spread-legged, bound, and impaled on her own
bedpost.  And clearly frantic to cum, yet as clearly unable to move.  The
note is even still stuck to her boob, or at least until her mother peels
off the tape and pockets the note, before leaving the room.  She hadn't
realised how much her breasts bounced and swung with every move of her
torso like this, with her arms locked behind her back.  Nor how totally
obscene the bedpost looks, so clearly shafting up into her spread wide sex.
She gazes in resigned frustration at her clit, so visibly protruding in
rigid, colourful need from her open slit.  Five days without a cum, and now
this...  at least Greg will surely prove her mother wrong, and make her
cum.....

   There are cooking sounds coming from out of sight in the kitchen, and
then her mother closes the door to Jennifer's bedroom, leaving her alone
with her need.  She can hear her mother walking back and forth, from
kitchen to her own bedroom, via the lounge room, but has no idea why.  Time
passes, and the burning of her desire fades, a little.  If only she could
stop herself from looking in the mirror - the sight stirs the fires anew
when she does.  What a sex object she has made of herself!  And for her
life, she cannot help grinding her pelvis around on the post, watching the
wooden shaft slide and press into her needy vagina, then pull the hot flesh
out as she rises again.  The sight turns her on nearly as much as actually
having her clit rubbed!

   She hears a knock at the front door, and her mother answering it. 
Greg's voice, soft-spoken as usual, and her mother's louder.  But she
cannot make out the words.  She expects them to burst into her room at any
moment, but instead there is a scraping of chairs, and they seem to sit
down at the table, and...  talk.  Softly.  This strikes her as odd - she
would have expected her mum to be really mad at Greg.  She begins to think
she is really, badly failing to understand what is going on, and somehow,
this just reignites the fires in her sex.  She feels so helpless, so... 
about to be fucked, or used.  Like some sort of pornographic entertainment
- as she certainly is, she thinks, staring at her mirrored porn-show again.

   -------------------------

   Greg has bicycled over, in the early dark, and leaves his bike leaning
against a tree half way down the path from the street.  He is remembering
yesterday's pique with Jennifer, for her obstinate refusal to give him a
show of her fucking the bedpost.  Like she thought it would hurt her or
something.  Even though it was obviously slim enough to slip right in, if
she just tried.  Still, he shouldn't have got annoyed, there's always
another day to try it.  Pity he had to be late over today, he'd been hoping
to make her do it this afternoon.  Boy, the thought of how it would look
makes him hard just thinking about it, even now as he walks down to the
house.  Last night he'd had a lot of trouble going to sleep, with the image
of Jennifer standing on tiptoe over the post, its tip just pressing into
her sexy cunt.  It had been a real test of willpower to not jack off with
the thought, and his iron hard cock had been a great handicap in the sleep
department.  But he'd wanted to save it for after the movie tonight.  This
idea of his to keep her horny by denying her orgasms for a few days seemed
to be really working well.  She just kept acting hotter and hotter, and he
thinks its definitely worth seeing how she acts after a few more days of
the same.  He has to adjust his dick before he knocks on the door - he knew
this would happen, and so wore baggy trousers and a neat T-shirt hanging
low outside the trousers.  Its about the only way to hide his thick 8" cock
when it is held tight up against his belly by the elastic of his jocks. 
Its fat tip actually presses up under the trousers belt, and can peek out
if the belt slips a bit low.

   He knocks on the door, and after a moment Ms Taylor opens it. 
Immediately, as they exchange pleasantries, and she says dinner is just
about ready, two things strike him as odd.  For one, Ms Taylor is wearing
her light dressing gown, and perhaps not much else.  It is opaque, but
fairly thin material.  He has only ever before seen her wearing it when he
brings Jennifer back from a movie or something quite late.  Usually in
fact, she wears it to signal that she is displeased with Jennifer and/or
him, for staying out too late, and There Will Be Trouble.  Also usually,
she wears some form of pyjama bottoms under it, and with the collar of a
pyjama top also visible.  Tonight, there is no sign of any material creases
under the thin, soft cover.  He is surprised to find himself standing in
the doorway, cock hard and twitching, actually noticing Ms Taylor as a
female, and discovering the concept that his dick thinks she might be
alright to fuck.  Perhaps because in Jennifer's presence, she can't
compete, he'd always just thought of her as 'Jen's mum' before.  Now he
notices that, although she must be over 40, there is quite a nice figure
there still.  And yes, as she turns from the door, her breasts definitely
sway, and bounce back again.  She not only is not wearing a bra, but has
fairly decent tits as well!  For a moment he forgets to step inside, as his
eyes drop down her hips (hey, nice!) and meet with the sight of her
uncovered legs, from mid thigh down.  He doesn't recall ever seeing her
legs before, and thats definitely a shame.  She even has nice ankles and
feet.  Which are bare!  She is walking barefoot!  What is going on here,
she never does that?

   As he still stands there stupidly, she turns back, and says "Well, come
in, and shut the door.  Are you going to stand there all night?" He steps
in, fumbling the door a little, but thinking 'yes, she sure is acting
different tonight.' Normally she is quite chirpy, but now seems...  not
angry, or sad, but....  serious.

   The table is already set - three places, but where is Jennifer?  Her
door is closed, have they had an argument?  But Ms Taylor pleasantly asks
him to take a seat for now, and she wants to have a little talk with him.

   'Oh oh' he thinks.  Girlfriend's mum wants 'a little talk' with
boyfriend.  This can't be good.  Is Jen pregnant or something?  He sits
down, serious.  His erection is fading fast.  She sits down opposite, and
dammed if her gown doesn't fall open a bit, showing a great deal of upper
breast and cleavage.  He tries to keep his eyes on her face.  She begins
talking, softly, as though she doesn't want someone else to hear.  He
guesses that would be Jennifer, who must therefore be in the next room.

   "Greg, we have something of a situation here, and I'd like you to hear
me out, don't go jumping to any conclusions.  Let me go through it all
first, alright?"

   "Uh, Ok Ms Taylor.  Is there something wrong?  Jennifer is OK?"

   "No, no, she's quite, um, healthy.  There's nothing for you to worry
about.  I don't believe you've done anything to be ashamed of, nothing that
doesn't um...  come <cough) naturally for a young man of your age. 
However, I am quite disappointed in something my daughter has done, and am
going to have to take some fairly drastic actions as a result, I'm afraid.
Again, don't feel worried that you have done wrong - I am not upset with
you, not at all.  But Jennifer....  that girl...  <sigh>" She pauses for a
long moment, during which Greg is wondering what the hell this could all be
about, and what does it mean that she keeps telling him he is not in
trouble?  He is just wondering if perhaps Ms Taylor caught Jennifer
masturbating again, and wouldn't that be a laugh, when she resumes.

   "Now Greg, I'm well aware that you and Jennifer have been having sex for
some time." (He feels the blood drain from his cheeks.  'Oh shit!') "Oh,
don't worry, that is not the issue.  Doing it is only natural at your age,
I believe, and so long as you are using protection...  I am not one of
those religious fanatics, who think our behaviour is ruled by some so
called moral laws written by priests in the middle ages, then pretended to
come from the mouth of God.  I myself had a few such affairs at that age!
Such archaic cultural rules can be quite insensitive - why, in some
societies, the rules would have had her sold off to marriage by her age! 
But I do believe that there are limits to how one should behave, and
certain decorums to maintain.  And Jennifer, it seems, has gone well beyond
those bounds <cough> and will need a strong dose of corrective discipline."

   At 'gone well beyond' Greg thinks 'Yep.  She caught Jen wanking again.
So much for ignoring religious fanatics, you old hypocrite!' But she
continues.

   "Quite severe, in fact.  And that is where you come in.  I have
considered the options, and there are several.  One would involve me simply
forbidding Jennifer from going out with anyone for quite some time, even
you.  However, I don't favour this, since I know you do like her a lot, and
that would cause you to suffer through no fault of your own.  I understand
how it is to be a young man, and it could take some time to find another
girlfriend."

   Now Greg is _really_ astonished.  Could she be...  is she talking about
him 'suffering' from losing...  sex with Jennifer?  Her _mother_ is
considering his needs, to regularly pork her daughter?  His jaw must have
been resting on his chest, because Ms Taylor chuckles and shakes her head
at him.

   "Oh, you do look so astonished!  Yes, I mean I see no reason why you
should be deprived of her company and, um, sexual favours, just because
_she_ is being punished.  In fact...  hmmm, how shall I put it?  Due to the
nature of her transgressions, I feel that some adjustments to your
relationship may be in order - changes that I, as her parent, have the
authority over her to enforce.  And which I suspect you will find, um....
acceptable."

   She is looking at him intently, seriously, but on this point her face
breaks into a strange, almost lecherous uneven smile.  She half turns,
glancing at the kitchen timer, and as she does this and turns back, her
robe opening happens to slip back past one of her breasts, and settle
there, her full breast completely exposed.  He cannot possibly help but
notice that her large dark nipple is impressively erect.  He could swear
she did the thing deliberately, and she certainly makes no move to cover
up.

   "A few other little changes too, but we'll get to those later.  First,
we'll have to go over the little problem with Jennifer.  <sigh, and a long
pause.> She was expecting you over earlier, after school.  I'm quite glad
you were delayed, since otherwise, heaven knows how far she would have
descended.  Anyway, I want you to read this note.  My charming daughter had
taped it to her naked breast, in anticipation of your arrival.  Stay calm,
I'll explain in a moment."

   She hands him _that_ note.  It is folded over, and he opens it and reads
shakily, this all being a bit much for his fragile teenage composure.  He
has to read it three times before he can think about it, and by then his
dick is uncomfortably rigid at an awkward angle in his pants.  He makes to
hand the note back, without comment, trying to look adult about all this.
She accepts the note, refolds it, and puts it into her gown pocket.  During
which the other side of her gown falls off her other breast, and she
clearly realises, and does nothing to cover up.

   She smiles that lopsided smile at him again, and then sits up straight,
her breasts standing out.  She gives her shoulders a small shake, setting
the twin orbs swaying from side to side.

   "Yes, you may look, I don't mind.  As for why, I will get to that.  But
first, let me tell you about Jennifer.  You may think that her note is just
a naughty promise, a lover's letter.  Just that alone, I would have
considered unwise of her, but nothing to justify extreme measures. 
However, the note isn't a promise, its an _explanation_.  A sort of caption
to the main picture.  And that picture is a sorry product of a deviant,
self-degrading over-active imagination.  An act of obscenity and abasement
that I am very unhappy to find from my daughter.  A behaviour that can only
lead on a downward spiral of debasement, in my opinion.  And I'm her
mother, so my opinion counts.  She has clearly set out to pander to the
most base of male fantasies, involving subjugation and enslavement of the
female, and by all appearances, it is all from her own warped imagination.
Now I know that many people do have odd fantasies at times, even myself. 
However, as I said, I think there are boundaries which separate fantasy
from civilised behaviour.  Jennifer has gone _well_ past those boundaries.
So however much we might all find ourselves...  titillated..  to imagine
such things, still they are dangerous acts in their closeness to the
precipice of barbarism."

   She stands up, and to his great disappointment, tightens the loose sash
of her gown, which was about to fall open completely.  Her breasts are
still exposed.

   "So now, that I think you may be prepared for the sight, we shall go and
visit my daughter.  Bear in mind that she did all this herself, in the
belief that you would be around at any moment to....  to do whatever you
chose, it seems." She steps over and quickly swings open Jennifer's bedroom
door, entering and beckoning him in.  He paces forward, and sees...  the
sight.

   He nearly faints.  There is an instant rush of blood to both his face,
and his already spring-hard cock, which has become wedged in a prominent
angle as he stood up, and showing even under his loose t-shirt.  He steps
into the room, awe struck by the ultra-horny looking bondage queen his
girlfriend has transformed herself into.  She is looking at him, half
fearful, half 'fuck-me' smouldering.  As his eyes fix on the fat pole
embedded so deeply in her cunt, her hips perform an undulatory pole-fucking
action, that only emphasises the tightness of the fit, by dragging her
labia in, then out.  Judging by the clearly erect clit, and nipples,
Jennifer is one hot and horny chick.

   He bends down, examining the fastenings she improvised.  "These are bits
of my climbing gear, Ms Taylor, but I swear I never asked her to do
anything like this!  God Jennifer, this is really....  " he was going to
say 'hot' but something tells him to play along with Ms Taylor, who after
all seems to be leading up to something interesting her.  So he says "....
really um, extreme!  Did you actually think this all up yourself?"

   She finds she cannot bring herself to speak, to answer, naked, in front
of both her lover and her mother.  And why is mum walking around with her
robe open, and why are her nipples sticking out?  What did those two do in
the kitchen?

   Ms Taylor shakes her head, and addresses the pair.  "Greg, I have
already established with Jennifer that she will accept _whatever_
punishments I chose for her, and in general do exactly as I say.  Now, I
have decided since she wishes to play at submission to the male, she should
learn what that truly implies.  Accordingly, since this requires that she
is _actually_ under the direction of a male, and I feel you are a
reasonably level headed young man, I am from this moment granting you the
same authority over her as mine.  Umm...  (here she hesitates, then seems
to come to a conclusion that surprises even her) Ummm, in fact, I want her
to experience the full, untempered character of male domination, and so...
so I actually give you _complete_ control of my daughter.  Obviously, it
wouldn't stand up in court, so you must be careful what you do, and what
you let other people see, but as far as I am concerned, inside these walls,
and outside too, you are her master, guardian, lover, owner, whatever.  You
can do whatever you like to her, without causing actual permanent injury.
You can have her do anything you like, and I mean _anything_.  At any time.
Only she must not have her school studies seriously disrupted. .....Um, but
that doesn't exclude using unusual means to _encourage_ her to study....

   But before you knock yourself out, I have a couple of other suggestions
to make.  One, I hope you agree with me that this experience should be a a
punishment for her.  She has been a very, very naughty girl.  For one
thing, I don't think she should be allowed to receive very much, if any,
sexual pleasure for the duration.  It seems from the note that she has
already been 'deprived' for a whole five days!  Five days!  My god there
are women who never have an orgasm for five years, and my daughter feels
driven to...  to this after less than a week!  So far, since tying herself
up like this, I have still not allowed her relief.  In fact, I have
deliberately honed her neediness.  I suggest that condition be extended
indefinitely, if only to put things in perspective for her.

   Which brings us to you.  I am well aware that you have the typical,
strong desires of a teenage male, and no doubt will need frequent sexual
congr...  oh hell, frequent fucking.  Especially since I'm sure this
unusual situation will be often on your mind, and we can't have you walking
around in public looking like that." She points at his solidly tented
pants, with a grin to reassure him.

   "Yet, if you are to be able to carefully consider Jeniffer's
corrections, and how she is to be managed for her own betterment, it will
sometimes be difficult to achieve desired results while at the same time
fucking her over and over for your own pleasure.  Even if denied orgasm,
she would no doubt still derive some pleasure from the act, no matter how
it is done.

   Also, for you to achieve the full delicacy of control that will be most
effective in her correction, I feel you will benefit from some careful
instruction from me in the finer points of feminine anatomy and
stimulation. Of course, since such instruction must necessarily progress
through the full scale of response, including orgasm, and we (hopefully)
agree that orgasms are not to be a significant part of her treatment, then
you will need someone else to tutor you and on whom to practice such
techniques.  As well as someone with which you can relieve your own needs
at those times when Jennifer's correction prevents your use of her body for
this."

   Here Ms Taylor stands facing Greg, and unties the sash of her gown,
holding it closed still.

   "It would definitely be best if we kept this whole thing a secret among
just us three, don't you think?  So....  I believe that, for my daughter's
sake, I am obliged to offer myself as your female anatomy tutor and um...
surrogate sexual partner.  At least till we judge Jennifer's correction is
complete."

   At the end of this speech, she rather nervously opens the front of her
night gown wide, and slips it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the
floor.  She is completely naked under it.  Not just naked, but completely
shaved as well.  A very fine sort of shaved, naked, too, for her figure is
exceptional.  Slimly built, yet there are smooth womanly curves everywhere.
She is voluptuous, but without any misplaced padding, except a tiny bit
perhaps on her belly.  As he stares in awe at her, she grins that grin
again, and shifts her feet wide apart, much as Jennifer is spread, and
thrusts her hips forward.  This brings her impressive cunt, with its wide,
deep slash between prominent thick labia, into even greater prominence.

   "So, think it over.  I'm not granting an 'anything goes' deal on this
model, but all reasonable offers will be favourably considered.  Its an
earlier edition, but still goes well.  Has been in storage for nearly five
years, just building up steam.  Definitely needs a good regular pistoning,
to avoid regrettable incidents with excess steam."

   She glances at Jennifer's bed briefly, shakes her head.  Then turns back
to Greg.  Both he and Jennifer are staring at her, amazed.  He staring
mostly at her snatch, she at her mum's face.

   Nobody speaks for a long time.  Greg is too stunned to speak, or act,
and just stands, alternately staring at Jennifer and her mother.  Its a lot
to take in, and he can't help suspecting this offer is some kind of trick,
or test, or something.  At face value, its just _too_ good, a wet dream in
the flesh.  His girlfriend, offered by her mother as a sex slave!  And her
mother - he'd not realised she could have looked so good naked, or that
she'd....  He can't help looking back and forwards at the two naked, so
different twats, comparing.  One a new sight, and the other with that
pole...

   Ms Taylor is thinking that perhaps the boy is feeling a bit too much
sympathy for the nasty girl, and maybe isn't taking her offer as seriously
as he...  as he _must_.  Staring at his very well tented pants, she thinks
that yes, he _must_ take her offer, for the sake of her daughter's future!
Regardless of the wetness she feels in her own sex, and how that poor,
generally neglected passage is twitching and swelling at the thought of him
using her, still she is doing this not for herself, but as a necessary
sacrifice for her little girl.  She can't help these animal instinct
reactions of her body - after so many years of abstinence.  Looking at the
wanton girl, she feels a wave of hot, giddying anger rise up in her, and on
impulse decides that more should be done, right now, to ensure this goes as
it should.

   "Actually Greg, just before you arrived I was about to teach her a good
old fashioned lesson.  I was looking for a strap to use on her, but we seem
to be a bit short of them.  Your belt though...  that looks about right to
redden her bottom a bit.  Would you like to do that?  We'll have to take
her off that for dinner, but it seems appropriate to give her a painful
memory of her disgusting action, don't you think?  Here, why don't you take
those pants off - I'll help..."

   She steps close to him, pressing against him from the side, and works
his belt buckle loose, slipping the belt free.  She hands it to him to
hold, as she kneels down beside him and unzips his fly.  "Wouldn't you
rather be out of these?  This looks very uncomfortable." She bends lower,
and undoes his shoe laces.  "I think if you are going to do this, if we are
going to do this, then to get comfortable with it we should _all_ be naked,
don't you think?" She pulls his ankle up, and he obliges, as she slips off
one shoe, and that pants leg.  Then the other side.  His erection is long
enough to actually pull the waist elastic of his jocks away from his
stomach, and leaning her head forward, she gazes longingly down into the
gap at her first sight of his prong.  Caressing the taught lines of the
cloth pyramid enclosing the religious icon of desire.  She looks up at his
face, questioning.  "Yes?  OK?  You're not thinking of turning this down,
are you?" She begins to inch down the waist band of his underwear,
teasingly, her face just inches from his rod.  "You really should give her
a really good, hard strapping.  Get her bottom good and red.  We could gag
her if she makes too much noise.  Don't you want to do that?" She pulls the
waistband out and over his cock, letting it sproing free.  "Actually,
there's no reason to stick to just her bottom. ........  After all, she's
been a naughty girl _all_over_, hasn't she? .......  Why don't you take off
your t-shirt?" She has run his briefs down his legs and off his feet, and
now her hands have risen, sliding up his inner thighs to caress his prick
and balls.  Her last suggestion said in a 'you do it, my hands are full'
tone.

   Finally, he breaks free of the frozen spell, and decides to go with the
flow.  He suddenly whips off the t-shirt in a gesture of agreement, only
slightly spoilt by his getting the belt buckle caught in the sleeve as he
slides the shirt off that final arm.  'Finally!' she thinks, as he stands
naked, a really impressive whanger presented at right angles to his stomach
and swaying rigidly as he surveys his empoled girlfriend.  He shifts to one
side, for better aim at her back, and Ms Taylor follows him on her knees,
never letting go of his manhood.  Thinking what a particularly large, thick
'sacrifice' she will be making in the cause of her daughter's well being.

   "My, you are a virile young man!  Perhaps that wilful girl of mine has
not been completely satisfying you?  I expect she can be quite selfish in
her demands in this too, as other things?  Well, I shall take care of that
now.  Why don't you just begin with the belt, and you can stop when you are
quite done?" So saying, she licks her lips, places them around the end of
his dick, and slides it deep into her mouth, sucking and licking as she
goes.

   He moans in pleasure, looking down at her head, lips buried among the
fur at his crotch.  She starts long slow strokes, back and forth.  He humms
again in pleasure, then, head back, is reminded of his duty by the sight of
Jeniffer looking appalled at her mother.  His mind is suddenly, completely,
made up.  He draws back his arm, and lets fly.

   Nothing fancy, just a firm snap of the belt across both rounded cheeks
of her behind.  She instinctively tries to jerk away at the sudden flash of
pain, but (of course) cannot!  The post is her pivot, her sole but
inescapable restraint.  She only succeeds in causing an echoing flare of
sensation in her cunt, to reply to the line of fire on her backside.

   She too at last breaks free of her shocked, shaken silence, and cries
out.  "Ow!  Greg, NOO!  You can't...  this is mad!  Don't punish me,
please! You know I did it for you, and so whats wrong anyway?  Why...  why
do what she...  you can't be...  not with my _mother_!...  " He strikes her
again, same spot.  "OWwwwww!  Greg, stop it!  That _really_ hurts!  Not
funny...  OWWWWWWW!  GREG!!!  Greeeeeegg.....  I thought you loved
meeee.....  AHhhhoooooWWWWW!  Oh please.."

   He pauses for a moment, mostly just to enjoy the wash of sensation from
his cock in Ms Taylor's apparently very skillful mouth.  Looking Jennifer
in the eye, he says "Yeah, I do Jennifer.  I do love you.  But I think....
ahhhhhh....  think your mother is right.  This stuff with the ropes... 
pretty sick." He smiles in a way she knows means he actually thinks its
_great_, the stuff with the ropes.  "But you know...  what guy wouldn't
take this deal?  I'm sure it will all work out in the end.  In the
meantime....  I like this 'do anything' stuff...  like it a lot.  Sorry. 
You'll live.  And you know what?  I think you'll _like_ it.  I've known for
a while that you get a kick out of being made to do things.  So lets see
how this goes.  And just now, you'll stop that yelling, or I'll do this on
your breasts.  You want that?"

   He gives her a very light warning strap across the breasts, sharp enough
to make her catch her breath.  She looks down, at the faintly reddening
band across her breasts, and shakes her head 'no'.  His next shot is back
across her rear, and she jerks, clenching her teeth, but holds her cry. 
She couldn't help noticing, looking down, that her sex and clit are back in
fully swollen, open display.  _Why_ does this pain in her rear seem to pour
fuel on the aching need in her loins?  Ohhhhh GOD she needs to come so
badly!  Arrrggghhh-another!  Is he really going to keep doing this until..
until her mum sucks him off?!

   To which the answer seems to be, yes indeed.  He keeps it up, neither
wildly violent, or ineffectually distracted, steadily laying down welt
after welt, as he clearly draws closer to spewing into the older woman's
busy mouth.  Now and then he pauses, engrossed in the feelings, holding her
head with both hands as she works his dick.  Then resumes on the girl,
working the banded welts up her arms and back, and down her thighs.  Once
she cries out loudly, and he carries out his threat - laying a real welt
over her breasts.  She yells and sobs, twisting futilely, and he watches
till she is quiet, then resumes on her thighs.  She manages to hold her
tongue after that, though softly sobbing, with her eyes running tears.

   The time comes, when he is taken with tremors, and, gasping, stops his
strikes to concentrate on the pleasure of his oral servicing.  With
thrusting hips, he grips the kneeling mother's head firmly, and jerks
himself deep into her.  Holding her there as his reservoir clenches long,
then spasms, pulsing jets of thick cum deep into her throat.

   Finished, he releases her, and she sits back, coughing and clearing her
throat, out of breath.  She savours the strong, salty taste - it was
something she always loved, Lord forgive her.  Greg tosses the belt onto
the bed, and steps close to Jennifer, running his hands softly over her. 
The marks are not so bad as raised welts, more just darker red stripes, on
her generally rosy flushed skin.  He wipes her tears, teases her stony
nipples, then runs his fingers around the edges of her spectacularly
aroused cunt.

   "I bet you really want to cum now, huh?  Even with that post up you, you
can't come without diddling this, huh?  How very unfortunate for you.  I
can see thats going to cause you some grief from now on." He carefully
feels the state of her clit.  "Wow, its really hard, isn't it?  You really
didn't cum yet, since last week!? .......  " He waits, expecting a reply.
Silence, with her head drooping.  "Really, didn't you?" He twists a nipple
firmly, demanding.

   "Oh!  Nooo!  No I didn't cum, OK?  Thats what you wanted, right? 
You..."

   "Sure did!  It makes you look _so_ sexy, when its hard and sticking out
like this, all red and wet.  I love to look at it like that.  And the way
you can't think of anything but fucking when you are so hot...  I guess
this finally proves you can't cum from just something in your cunt.  Shame
for you, eh?  Guess thats the down side on being able to cum over and over
like you can.  I've had a few other ideas I've wanted to try out for a
while, but thought you'd....  you know, think they were too weird, too
kinky.  Looks like I don't have to worry any more about convincing you to
try them out.  I'm going to really enjoy this."

   He walks around her again, drinking the erotic sight in like wine.  Its
even starting to make him hard again, just minutes after such a great come!
He looks over to Mrs Taylor, who is now standing again, watching him and
her daughter.  Looks back to Jennifer.  He stands in front of Jennifer, and
beckons with a finger to Mrs Taylor.  She walks over, stands in front of
him.

   "I'd like you to show me how close you can get her to coming, and how
you tell when to stop.  After dinner.  But first, looks like I'm getting a
bit of distraction here." He wags his now fully erect cock with a hand. 
"Five years, you said?  Lets do it on the bed here."

   ------ to be continued - some day -----