Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Title: Growing Pains Author: Ciguatera Last Edited: 2014-10-01 Description: Two mothers educate their daughters on sex. Various kinks are tested out. This is a fictional work with adult themes. Please do your research before trying any orthodox or unorthodox sexual activity. ----------------------------- "Daddy, why don't I have a mummy?" "Emma sweetie, she left for another man. You won't understand at your age. Grab your hat and doll; I'll walk you to Daphne's." - - - - - - - "Parents, the teachers will now accompany your children to their respective classrooms. Thank you for taking the time to see your kids off on their first day." - - - - - - - "Em, you're in this class too?" "Daph? Oh man, this is great! We're going to be classmates!" - - - - - - - "Girls, for the next half-an-hour, we will go through your compulsory sexual education. Pay attention. This is the first and only time we will waste time on this. Yes dearie? The boys are going through a different lecture with the Headmaster. Now, girls are like flowers and boys are like..." - - - - - - - "Daph, I have no idea what that old crone was muttering about." "She's a quack, Em, forget her. Mom said she would teach me Sex Ed properly. Wanna come?" - - - - - - - "Mom, can you teach Em as well? You know she hasn't got a mom for this." "Well, we can give it a try. Em darling, sex education doesn't just happen in an afternoon. Remember to tell your dad that you'll be with Daph more often from now." "Thanks a lot, Mrs. Peters!" "Alright, help me bring the cookies and milk to Daph's room. We'll go through some theory and find some diagrams on the Net." - - - - - - - "Both of you, listen carefully. You've been very attentive and picked up the important points any child should know. You know why boys and girls are different, what happens during puberty, what's pregnancy and how to use birth control. "But there's more to Sex Ed than just avoiding pregnancy. A girl should know how to kiss, masturbate, and do things like a blowjob or a hand job without hurting yourself or your partner. You need to know, for your own safety, about different fetishes and their slang, even if you don't have that fetish. "I will teach you everything I know and I expect you to be responsible girls." - - - - - - - "Good, squeeze the tip to get the air out, then unroll the condom down the cucumber. Daph, yours has an air bubble on the side. Em, unroll it all the way to the base." - - - - - - - "This is Nancy. She's a trained nurse and she nicked some supplies for today's lesson. "The Japanese have a fetish called omorashi, where a girl is not allowed to go to the lavatory even though her bladder's full. Her squirming drives the men wild. "If you look carefully, you have an opening called the urethra, from which your urine exits. Nancy will put urinary catheters in both of you. We will then slowly push water through the catheter into your bladder, so you have a good idea of what different volumes of urine feel like. "We'll do that as many times as you like. Then we'll play a game. Both of you will get a full bladder and the catheter will be removed. You'll masturbate each other - don't look so shocked, Em, I know you two have been doing it - and see who orgasms first and loses control of her bladder. "The loser will have to wash the bathtub. The winner will play with herself until she loses control and then help wash the bathtub too." - - - - - - - "You look like you're getting the hang of how to suck off the carrot. Now I'll go through all the motions again, but on your fingers. You'll then practice on your own hands until it feels just as good, then practice on each other's hands." - - - - - - - "If your partners are going to do anal, or even if you're putting your own finger in, it's good practice not to go from the anus to the vagina, or to the mouth. It is better if you can use the enema to clean yourself before anal. "No, Em, I couldn't get the enemas for today. If you and Daph must finger each other's asses today, at least use gloves and lube. No one orgasms from anal the first time, so I'm sure you'll move on to licking or fingering the front. You can just dump the gloves then." - - - - - - - "No, Daph, I don't recommend doing the Coke and Mentos experiment on Em's anus. Wait, you already did it? And she liked it? You brat... just don't do it too often. The acid irritates the skin inside and outside the anus. And it's a waste of good Coke." - - - - - - - "Em, my family's moving out of state soon. And you'll be moving to that Uni's dorms, right?" "Yeah, we can't practice anymore. Keep in touch, alright?" "You know, I think we moved past the 'practice' stage long ago. But mom sure was strict, only letting us date boys in Uni." "She was right, though. The boys have been total nitwits until now. Remember how they tricked Ginny and got her pregnant?" "That was a bad deal all around, yeah." - - - - - - - Emma Jane Wesley was a University student, a fairly good one at that. She went for lectures, did her homework, and kept her dorm room tidy. She kept her encyclopedic knowledge of sex to herself, and went through a few mild-mannered boyfriends. Emma Jane Wesley was dead bored because her sex life lacked spice. Her reputation would suffer if she went wild on campus, but her sanity would go "poof" if she could not indulge in her fantasies. "Wanted, female entertainment for stag party. Price negotiable. Contact Ted (best man)." Emma saw the Craigslist advertisement and knew this was it. Ted was surprised at her requests. She wanted sex, which wasn't a problem. But she had a scenario in mind, so they hammered out the details before the event. - - - - - - - Friday night. "Well chaps, a toast for the bridegroom-to-be!" They knocked back the drinks. "We have with us a very special person," declared Ted. "The guest of honor. Not you, James, you're just the bridegroom. Anyway, as I was saying, we have here a fine specimen indeed! But see how she just lies there like a limp codfish? I couldn't get a hooker, and there ain't gonna be no pole dance or striptease here, gents." Confused muttering ensued. "Now Emma here is very depressed. She's just been dumped by a jerk, just in time for our party. She actually asked to be blindfolded and drugged, then pounded through the weekend to help her forget the thankless bastard. And she wants it on tape! So there we have it, gents. Our own sex toy for the weekend. And she won't remember anything we shove into her." Stunned silence was followed by a crescendo of applause. Emma listened intently as some of the men discussed what to use, while some dashed around looking for objects that no woman would admit to using for a sex toy. She smiled behind the ball gag and suppressed a shudder through her fluffy-cuffed wrists. Of course she hadn't been drugged, and she was going to enjoy every second of this. - - - - - - - Good thing I reminded Ted to get lots of lube ready, thought Emma. He'd even subtly stationed a whole range of objects around the party area, so that the rabid men never got bored. He would announce loudly, in a falsely drunken voice, the item that was about to be inserted for Emma's benefit. Penises, of course, popped in and out. Cherry tomatoes. Grapes. Banana. Eggplant. Cucumber. Baby corn. Mini shampoo bottles. A comb. A cellphone. The blunt end of a hammer - what the hell? Vibrators and dildos of various shapes, sizes and materials. A god-awful spoon to dig out what couldn't be fished back out by hand. A toothbrush with mint toothpaste, to sanitize her pussy. It hurt like hell and cooled like hell, and she hoped no bristles stayed in her box. Taking off the ball gag to open her mouth and brush her teeth - was it the same toothbrush? - was a surprise. Making her gag and hurl was even more of a surprise, but at the same time she came and her pussy clamped down on someone's exploring fingers. She pissed all over herself and her guests, of course. She couldn't tell them she had to go. But the room didn't get much dirtier than it already was. They'd stuffed in a laxative suppository but not much came out from her ass. Emma mentally thanked Mrs. Peters for teaching her to use an enema if she expected anal play. The disappointed men had syringed in close to a liter of full cream milk into her ass afterwards, followed by another suppository. That one worked. They were no longer disappointed. "Hey guys, I've got an idea." Ted ushered everyone away and revealed the next plan. Emma heard sniggering and guffaws and back slapping. "It's morning. Let's clean up a bit." Two of the men gave her a surprisingly gentle shower and hair wash, then helped her stretch to work out the kinks in her muscles. The cuffs and ball gag came off, but the blindfold stayed. Ted gave her a robe and told her to sleep until the next event in the evening. She dozed off the sounds of cheering and violent video games in the living room, and was woken up every now and then by unannounced penis thrusts, or someone coming to feed her. - - - - - - - Saturday evening. Emma woke up and felt herself being carried outdoors... and into a car. "Do you still remember our safe word?" came Ted's voice. Emma nodded confusedly. "Good." "What? Where are -" were Emma's last words before a hanky of chloroform was pressed onto her face. What the -... - - - - - - - A torrent of icy cold water shocked Emma awake, and she shivered. A confused few seconds later, she realized that something must have gone wrong. She was still blindfolded, but had a firm lump in her mouth. A crumpled cloth, perhaps. She was nude, face up and spread eagle on a thinly cushioned platform, with her limbs securely clamped to it. In contrast to that freezing shower, she could feel hot lights beaming down on her. And there was a butt plug in her. "You best keep that cloth in your mouth and chew on it, missy." A feminine voice. "You're going to love this." Then the same voice blasted through a megaphone. "Ladies and gentlemen! Thank you for coming! You are at Bar Serafall and it's time for this weekend's Whip'er Snap'er event, where the pain is all made up and the points don't matter! I'm your host, Madame Bumblebee!" What's this, a wrestling ring? thought Emma. A cage fight? Why the dickens am I here? So many people are cheering and whistling... "The game we are playing tonight is... come on, darlings, throw me a bone, let's have some guesses. No, that's not it. No, what are you, twelve? No! That game's from the club next door. Oh? I think we have a winner. Say it again, louder, baby doll. Yes! Tonight's game is... Burn the Witch!" What the crap is... Emma's thoughts were derailed by a storm of cheers. "It's a tragedy, folks. A real sob story. This waste of space you see on this here table was brought by her fiancé, who is utterly distraught. Dis-traught, I say! He caught her caring for a bunch of chumps and caring reeeeally well! Splendidly well! Disgustingly well! Six-star hotel treatment, ladies and gentlemen!" Jeers and catcalls rang out. "Moaning like a schoolgirl ghost haunting the toilets, mind you. Wailing like a banshee. I say we help out our dear fiancé here. What was your name, honey? Theodore? Theodore the Matador, people! I say we make this little nightingale scream her lungs out, so she ain't gonna seduce no man from now!" This is a dream, Emma muttered mentally. I told bloody Ted not to give me drugs. "You, honey bunny, what's your name? I mean you, you little whore on my table!" A finger prodded Emma's cheek roughly and she tried indignantly to swear through her stuffed mouth. "We can't save you if we don't know who you are! Your name, worthless lump. Oh my word, people. She ain't talking! We've got bigger problems than a heartbreak or whore-box here. "She ain't talking! I bet she got her brains fucked out of her pretty skull yester-morn! She needs shock therapy, what say you? What say you?" Emma's silent swearing was interrupted by a jolt of pain. Ouch! Who just bit my right nipple? Ouch! And my left nipple. Three seconds passed, before, Ouch! Ouch, holy mommy what bit my clit? "Well folks, this hardcore nut still hasn't said a thing after three - hit that, three! - clamps. Let's give her some hocus pocus, shall we?" Pure silence from the floor. Faint clicking and buzzing sounds were Emma's only warning before... "MMMPH!" That bitch! Emma realized what had just happened. "MMMPH! MMMPH!" That bitch had just shocked her through a nipple clamp! "And this is how you burn a witch, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. That's not all. Our beloved, down-in-the-dumps fiancé is giving us a treat. See this?" Emma squirmed as she felt a length - a dildo? - slowly push into her pussy. That wasn't too bad. "It's number four! The fourth bug zapper for a naughty girl! We're gonna melt this cheating lump of flesh. Weld shut that dishonest hobbit hole!" Oh good lord, this can't be"You know the drill, people. Any or all the zappers will go off. You can bet on how many of these babies go sparking. And you can bet on which babies are gonna blow her away. Keypads are on the table and we have fifty - FIF-TY - rounds, one per thirty seconds!" The next half an hour, or fifty cycles of shocks, nearly drove Emma Wesley insane. Through the growing pain, numbness, and excitement, she blearily noted that the "zapper" inside her pussy didn't zap her, but just continuously wove in and out. Sometimes there would be a couple of faster and deeper thrusts. Many times, she felt close to orgasm but was forced back off the cliff by the distracting cheers. Then it was over. "Well done folks, we're nearing the end of our event. But this poor sow doesn't look like she learned her lesson. Huffing and puffing away, the rude little imbecile. Bring in Joe the Boxer!" A pause. "This here is Joe. He's got two arms with boxing gloves. And we," Emma felt her butt plug being pulled out. "are gonna give this worthless whale's holes the old one-two! We're gonna fuck her brains back into that little skull! One and Two! One and Two! Am I being fair? Am I being just?" Amid the noise, Emma felt two dildos being pushed into her pussy and anus. As they started pistoning in and out, she blacked out, orgasmed, blacked out, and kept going. - - - - - - - Emma kneed Ted in the balls. Or rather, she acted it out, and Ted obediently pretended to fall to the floor writhing. "You did say to surprise you on the second day, Emma." She wore a diaper for two weeks until her pussy and ass stopped leaking and hurting, then swore to do her Kegels religiously for a while. The University accepted without question her claim that she'd been hospitalized for two weeks after an unspecified accident. For two weeks, Emma masturbated - gingerly - to the video and photos of that weekend. - - - - - - - "Daniel Harvard Greener, do you take Emma Jane Wesley for your lawful wedded wife, to live in the holy estate of matrimony? Will you love, honor, comfort, and cherish her from this day forward, forsaking all others, keeping only unto her for as long as you both shall live?" [NB: The vow was copied from a sample traditional wedding ceremony on Wedding Central Australia's website.] "Emma Jane Wesley, do you..." - - - - - - - "Well done, Mrs. Greener, this is your baby girl. Congratulations. Has she a name yet?" "Her name is Susan." - - - - - - - "Dan, I want to try something. When Susan sucks this breast, could you suck the other one? And put that vibrator in me?" When Dan was at work, Emma would cradle her precious child in both arms and breastfeed her, while kneeling on the floor or bed. A strategically placed dildo pushed and pulled ever so slightly within her vagina, as she rocked her pelvis back and forth. Breastfeeding was fun. - - - - - - - "Dad, why are you wrestling with mom?" "Sue, it isn't wrestling. We'll tell you when you're older. Go to sleep." "Yes, Sue, go to bed." "Who was supposed to lock the door, hmm?" "Oh hush." - - - - - - - "Dad, are you wrestling with mom again?" "It isn't wrestling. Go to sleep, sweetheart." Susan Greener walked away, tiptoed back, and peeked. They were totally wrestling. Adults were weird. And she was sleepy. She walked away, the Banana in Pajamas plushy trailing behind her. - - - - - - - "Sue, you're growing up and it's time to discuss something. I learnt a lot from my mother, and I hope you will pay attention and learn from me too." - - - - - - - "Ew, mom! Boys are gross!" - - - - - - - "Mom, you did what?" - - - - - - - "That felt nice, mom. Do it again." "After that, Sue, it's your turn to practice." - - - - - - - "Mom, check out this porn vid!" - - - - - - - "Dearest mother and dearest father. That most definitely is not wrestling. Can I watch?" Dan and Emma looked at each other and shrugged. It took just a few sessions before sex went back to normal, as though a teenage daughter wasn't sitting in the room and watching. - - - - - - - "Darling, I think my eldest daughter is dropping hints and having designs on me." "She's your only daughter, my clown. Then you should expect to take care of two ladies in this household soon. It's better than bringing home a boy, right? I know you keep that shotgun primed for any suspicious boys." - - - - - - - "Mom, can I sit closer to watch you play with Dad's dick?" "If you want. Come over beside me." "Not like that. Dad, lie down." Dan obeyed and his eyes grew wide as his daughter straddled his abdomen. "Too close," said Sue, as she wriggled her backside further up her father's chest, then just touching his chin. Emma gave a knowing smirk as she started to finger and blow Dan's flute again. - - - - - - - The next session, Sue wore her pajama bottoms, sat directly over her father's face and commented, "Now that's the right distance." Subtly and slowly, she ground her crotch into his face while her mother gave him a magnificent hand job. - - - - - - - Emma made some suggestions. School skirt with panties. Skirt with spats. Pajama bottoms with panties. PJ's alone. Dry, or wet from masturbating beforehand. Then a slit through the panties, through which to stick her fingers in the honey pot to feed the Pooh's greedy lips. - - - - - - - Dan sat down butt naked on the toilet bowl, facing the door, looking just like a statue of the Thinker. He wasn't going to be thinking for very long. "Sue? Why are you here? Close the door and go away, I'm going to take my evening shower." "I know." Sue didn't bother shutting the door, and sashayed towards her stunned and defenseless father. She was wearing a pajama top, without the pants. Dan looked more closely. "Why aren't you wearing any panties?" The girl was silent as she kept walking forward, took her father's limp hand and pushed it against her bare crotch. She sat down on his lap, facing him directly. "Because I had to go." A warm trickle tickled Dan's hand, flowed onto his lap, and between his thighs. As he heard the liquid tinkle in the toilet, he haltingly noted to himself that he had not started his own business at all. The trickle became a stream, a river, a stream, then it stopped abruptly. Sue rinsed her crotch and legs with the showerhead and sashayed back out the door with a smug grin. - - - - - - - When Sue sat on Dan's face the next time, her panties were dry. She emptied her bladder as her mother signaled that Dan would be coming. - - - - - - - "Mom, I want to try giving dad a hand job." "I've told you about incest before, right? There's no turning back." Emma remarked idly at the dining table. "It isn't incest if I don't touch his penis. I'll use gloves. The thin ones." "You've thought this through. Go ahead. Use lube, though. Surgical gloves hurt like the dickens on dry skin." - - - - - - - Sue was irritated and a tiny part of her was ashamed. She'd been performing her first ever hand job on her father - no, she corrected herself, she was conducting the gloves to perform a hand job. Her mother had been satisfied when they practiced on a lubed cucumber, so why hadn't the old guy orgasmed in the last twenty minutes? His breathing had become irregular, and this ship's mast would have made Captain Ahab envious, but that was it. "Sue, darling, put your left finger in his ass hard and squeeze the glans with your right hand." The sperm whale erupted. Sue noted, dazed, that it was more than when her mom did the hand jobs. The girl had not been prepared, and the fountain had flown to her hands, face, hair, and over her head. "He was trying not to cum because I promised he would get no pussy for one week if he came from his daughter's virgin fingers. Well done, sweetie. Go wash up and sleep." The girl looked triumphant yet apologetic as she stumbled out her parents' bedroom. "Dan, Dan, Dan." Emma crowed at her soul-mate's crestfallen look. "You have two ladies in the house now. And this week, you get my ass." Dan brightened up, and the great white whale came to life again. - - - - - - - For the next few weeks, Sue gave her father their nightly hand job. Speed, direction, pressure and sensitive spots were experimented with. Of course, she never touched the member in question. He also seemed to prefer the services given by her freshly warm panties or socks, instead of the gloves. - - - - - - - "Mr. Daniel Greener. The Men in Black have requested a contribution from your farm. As such, tonight's harvest shall be wrapped for transport," said the teenager in a stern tone, as she unrolled the condom expertly over the farmhouse's lightning rod. She did the required milking and tied off the rubber. She raised one leg and slammed it on the mattress, her crotch open wide for her genetic sources to see. The condom was gently pushed into her sex. "It isn't incest if the spunk doesn't touch me inside." Emma collapsed on the floor laughing as Sue marched out the room with a blush to rival Jupiter's storms. - - - - - - - "Mom, I want to give Dad a blowjob." "That would certainly be incest, would it not?" Emma continued her dinner unperturbed. Sue stood up and strode behind the man-of-the-house's chair. She covered his eyes from behind with her thin, cool fingers. "We'll cover his eyes," she whispered. Into the left ear. "So he can say he didn't see his perverted teenage daughter in the room." Into the right ear. "Didn't see her touch his dick while his wife was watching." A soft breath in the left ear. "Didn't feel her sucking baby Dan Greener like a fifty-cent popsicle." Sue trailed her finger across her father's lips, and onto his crotch. "And no one here saw this bulge." - - - - - - - Sue tied the blindfold. Life was good. - - - - - - - Sue took off her PJ bottoms and panties. The bottoms were tied around her father's wrists. The panties were pulled over his head. "Now he looks like a Masked Pervert, with his hands in his daughter's crotch." Life was good. - - - - - - - Sue held her father's hand against her pantied crotch and let her warm fluids go, in the master bedroom, with her mother watching. She looked into his eyes as she pulled off the panties and slid them over his head. "Guys can see through a wet T-shirt, so that's probably not enough." she said, as she took off the denim skirt and slid that on as well. Life was good. - - - - - - - "Mom, I wanna try having Dad in me." "Remember your pills, darling." FIN. -----------------------------