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Growing Up A Master by MWTB

Introduction

The story presented below is fiction and fantasy.  The things that
happen in this story should not be construed as being realistic.
Teens don't do what these teens do.  Adults don't behave the way these
adults do.  Abused women do not behave as these abused women do.  I
will ignore any comments about it being unrealistic; I know that it
is.  But it's still fun to read.

  If you are under the legal age to be reading this story, stop.
  
The author retains all rights to this story.  It may be re-posted on
free websites, however proper attribution must be given.



Special thanks to Skyrat, BanditIRA and etorymaker for editing. This
is my first story without Peter Z as an editor, but these two stepped
up and did an excellent job. I hope you can see that in the work.


Chapter Eleven: Introducing the Harrisons



 A bunch of us were hanging around at Helen's house one weekend.  She
had a great house for it, with a nice entertainment area and a pool
with a big deck in the backyard.  Others might ascribe different
motives to it, but I think that Helen had us over to show me how she
controlled Ken.  They had been dating for a while, and I was able to
observe them together when they were around me, as well as when they
didn't realize that I was nearby, and despite her protestations, she
treated Ken differently when I was around.  When I was not evident,
she mostly ignored Ken.  When I was there, however, she was both
solicitous and manipulative.  She acted like a sweet girlfriend, but
she made it clear that she had him by the short and curlies.
 
 While I still didn't like what she was doing with Ken, I used it to
Ken's advantage as much as possible.  For instance, a few weeks after
they started dating, Helen and I were alone together working on a
project.
 
 "Ken and I had a lovely date this weekend," she told me.  "He is so
 good to me."
 
 By this point, I knew that her dropping Ken would be a crushing blow
to him, so I came up with a different strategy.
 
 "Yeah, you really make a great girlfriend, just the kind I'd want," I
 said sarcastically.
 
 "What does that mean?" she asked in an offended tone.
 
 "Well, it's just that I've talked to Ken, and you guys haven't even
kissed.  You must really like him a lot."
 
 "Just because I'm not a slut doesn't mean that I don't like him!" she
 protested.
 
 "Whatever," I said, and refused to continue that conversation.
 
 The next weekend Ken informed me that he and Helen had a very intense
make-out session.  At other points in their relationship, I pushed in
the same fashion, so in my small way I helped Ken take full advantage
of the situation.  Hell, he got to feel her up, and I must say I would
not have minded getting my hands on her perky tits.
 
 +++++
 
 Helen and Ken's relationship continued on in this manner, but I knew
that it would not last.  I thought about the warning I had given
Helen, and I realized that once it was given, I had to follow through,
so I started looking for some sort of leverage.  It was one day at
Helen's house that I found what I was looking for.
 
 Helen's home life was interesting.  Her parents were divorced, and
she and her older sister Karen lived with their mother, Cheryl.  Her
parents were well off, and their house was quite nice, but the family
dynamic was quite revealing.  Helen was quite headstrong and in
control; she got what she wanted, when she wanted it.  While I knew
that this was the case in school, it was interesting to watch at home.
 
 In school, Helen's routine was one of manipulation and teasing; at
home she was much more direct.  When she wanted something, she
demanded it, either from her mother or her sister.  If she felt that
she was not getting what she wanted, or not getting it fast enough,
she would scream at her mother, and her mother would submit.
Surprisingly, Helen would do the same to her older sister, who would
also submit to her demands.  It was clear where Helen's feelings of
entitlement came from; she got everything that she wanted at home.
 
 I understood Helen's behavior, but I was puzzled about the rest of
her family, so I watched them closely.  Karen was seventeen and at
least physically, an older version of Helen.  She had blonde hair,
blue eyes and her body was even better developed.  Her ass was round
and firm, and her tits were larger than Helen's, though they too stood
firm and proud.  Her demeanor and presentation, however, was like
night to Helen's day.  While Helen wore skimpy and provocative
clothing, Karen kept herself covered well, and where Helen's
personality was vivacious and commanding, Karen was reserved and
quiet.
 
 Looking at Cheryl, it was clear where the girls had gotten their
looks.  She too had blonde hair and blue eyes.  She had obviously had
her children young, because she looked like she was in her late
twenties, though she had to be at least in her mid-thirties.  Her
personality was closer to Karen's, though her dress was closer to
Helen's; I suspected that her ex-husband had helped her start dressing
more provocatively.
 
 While Helen was a nubile young girl, and Karen was a firm teenager,
Cheryl clearly had a more mature body.  Her breasts were slightly
larger than Karen's and she had all the curves and soft edges of a
woman.  She'd had two children, but she kept her body in shape, though
she was not a hard body.  She was definitely a sexy mother.
 
 Her personality was as interesting to examine as her body.  She
seemed to be an excellent mother to Karen, providing guidance and
control, but she seemed unable to do the same for Helen.  When she was
alone with Karen, or even others that deferred to her, she appeared to
be the same sort of mother that most of the rest of my friends had.
However when she was around Helen, her eyes dropped, her voice
softened, and she did what she was told.
 
 From the moment I had these realizations, I watched the three of them
closely, and ideas began forming in my mind.  I realized that if I
controlled the mother, I could control the daughter.
 
 +++++
 
 I began asserting my control over Cheryl in small ways.  First, I
began talking to her more often, complimenting her on her looks and
clothes, though I tried not to be too creepy about it.  I realized
that Cheryl was divorced, and from what I could tell, she did not get
out too often.  Between that and her demeanor, I assumed that she had
a somewhat low self image, and was probably starved for positive
attention, an assumption that was soon verified as she responded with
giggles and blushes to the compliments of a high school kid.
 
 Next, I began ordering her around, but at first only in ways that she
would not question.  For instance, I would walk into the kitchen after
she had made snacks for us, and knowing full well what her intentions
were, I would say, "Everyone is hungry, Cheryl.  Serve the food now."
 
 The first few times that I ordered her around in that fashion she
looked at me funny, but since that was what she was planning anyway,
she really couldn't say anything other than, "I was just planning to,"
or "OK".  A few weeks of this and she didn't think twice when I told
her to do something.
 
 While I was working on her in that way, I was also having long
conversations with her.  While the others were outside by the pool, I
was inside the kitchen, helping Cheryl prepare the food and finding
out about her family's history.  She had married young, after becoming
pregnant with Karen.  Her husband was in control of the marriage until
he found someone younger and left.  He might have had a wandering eye,
but he treated his family well, and they were able to live in a
comfortable lifestyle.
 
 While assisting Cheryl, it was easy to get her to obey me in easy
ways, such as having her change what she was going to prepare, or the
way that she was to arrange it.  I also directed the conversations.  I
discovered that Helen used to be more accommodating, though always
demanding.  Lately, however, she had become domineering.
 
 Over the course of a few months, Cheryl grew very comfortable with
me, and she was comfortable listening to my commands.  One day I took
it to the next level, when I insisted that she come out for a swim
with me.
 
 "I don't want to intrude on Helen's friends," she protested.  "I'll
swim later, when they've all left."
 
 "No, I want you to swim with us now," I insisted.  "Go change into
 your bathing suit."
 
 "But," she started, but I just pointed to her room, interrupting her
 argument.
 
 She looked defiant for a moment, but then said, "Just this once."
 
 I let that go, because I knew that it would not be just this once.
She was back in a few minutes in a one piece suit, completely covering
her and completely out of style.  She smiled at me as she walked
towards the door, but I said, "Stop!"
 
 She did, and looked at me questioningly.
 
 "You are not going to try and tell me that this is the bathing suit
that you normally wear to swim, are you?" I asked.
 
 "Well, no, but with all you kids here..." she began, but I cut her
 off.
 
 "Go back to your room, take that thing off and put on the suit that
you swam in last," I told her.  "Oh, and bring me back that suit when
it's off.  It so completely doesn't suit you that I'm going to throw
it out."
 
 She looked at me in shock, but went into her room to change.  She
came back out in another one piece, though with a much more flattering
cut.
 
 "Well, that will have to do for now," I said in a disappointed tone
of voice, and I held out my arm and she handed me the other suit.
With great ceremony I opened the trash can and placed the suit in.
 
 "You know I'm not going to let you wear things that detract from your
sexiness in any way, don't you?"
 
 She blushed and just nodded her lowered head.
 
 "Let's go swimming!" I told her.
 
 We walked outside where the others were, and headed to the pool.
 
 "What are you doing, Mom?" Helen asked.
 
 "I'm just going swimming," she replied.
 
 "But we're using the pool now," Helen said.  "You can swim later."
 
 Cheryl looked at me pleadingly, which pleased me to no end.  I had
just started my little game, and she was already beginning to look to
me to intervene with her daughter.
 
 "I asked your mother to go swimming with me, and she is going to go
swimming with me," I informed Helen.
 
 We stared at each other for a few moments, each of us determined, but
she finally said, "Fine, swim with her!  I was getting ready to go in
anyway!" She turned to the others and said, "Come on in and we can
watch the new video that I got."
 
 Cheryl and I stood there while the others went inside. Then I turned
to Cheryl and said, "Shall we?"
 
 We both went in and we swam around a bit while we talked.  Eventually
we went in and I joined the others.  Helen glared at me.  We both knew
that I had won a small victory, however Helen didn't have any idea how
important the victory was.  She would learn.
 


Chapter Twelve: Capturing Cheryl



 Things continued as they were at the Harrison household, though now
Helen started bossing her mom around more when I was present.
Sometimes, Cheryl did what she asked, at other times I intervened.  It
began slowly, but soon Helen demanded to know why I was interfering
with her mother.
 
 "I like your mother.  If I can help her, I will," I told her.
 
 "By getting her to disagree with me?" she asked.
 
 "By helping her avoid doing what she does not want to do," I replied.
 
 "You can't help Ken, so you are trying to turn my mother against me?"
 she asked.
 
 "If that's how you choose to see it," I said.  Ken was actually not
doing too badly for himself.  As I understood it, he'd already gotten
Helen naked and gone down on her.  She would not reciprocate, but she
did jerk him off every now and then, so he was happy as a pig in mud.
 
 "Just stop getting in my way!" she told me.
 
 "You behave, and I'll behave," I replied.
 
 She stomped off, but she did ease off on tormenting Ken in front of
me, so I eased off on helping out Cheryl.  That's not to say that I
abandoned her.  I talked to her quite a bit about how she and Helen
interacted, and I gave her advice on how I thought that she could
deflect Helen a little bit.
 
 In addition to advice, I helped her out in another way.  It was my
belief that Cheryl was quite submissive, that she needed someone in
control.  With a lack of anyone else, she allowed Helen to fill that
void.  However as I began controlling her more often, I thought that
she would feel less of a need to submit to Helen.
 
+++++

 Another time that I was over, I again told Cheryl to come swimming
with me.  This time, she didn't object, however when she came out of
her room in the same suit as last time, I told her no.
 
 "That might have been good for a first effort, but you have a
fabulous body, and you should wear something that shows it off." I
took her hand and pulled her into her bedroom.  "Show me your
swimsuits," I demanded.
 
 Without questioning me, she went to a drawer and pulled out a bunch
of swimsuits.  I laid them all on her bed and looked them over.  They
were all once piece suits, and under normal circumstances, I would
have found her attractive in most of them.  However, this wasn't
normal circumstances.
 
 "None of these are any good," I told her.  "Let's go see what your
 daughters have."
 
 "I can't wear my daughters' swimsuits!" she exclaimed.
 
 "Why not?" I asked, pulling her out of her room.
 
 "I don't have permission," she said.  "Plus, they won't fit me!"
 
 "You're the mother here!  I'm sure that you paid for all of them.  As
for fitting, have you looked at yourself lately?" I pulled her into
Karen's room and stood her in front of the full length mirror.  She
was still wearing the one piece bathing suit, and I stood behind her
and held her arms up.
 
 "You have amazing body," I whispered in her ear as I ran my hands
down her sides.  "I can't wait to see you in a sexier swimsuit."
 
 She blushed, but made no effort to stop what I was doing.
 
 "Show me Karen's bathing suits," I told her.  She went over to a
drawer and opened it up.  A quick glance showed me that they were even
more conservative than Cheryl's, not a bit surprise.  "Nothing here
will work.  Let's see what Helen has."
 
 "She won't like that," Cheryl told me nervously.
 
 "I'll deal with any complaints that she has," I reassured her.
 
 We walked into Helen's room, and Cheryl opened a drawer for me, and I
knew that we had hit the mother lode.  I pulled them out and put them
on Helen's bed.  I pawed through them, and selected three for Cheryl
to try.  I put the rest back, then took Cheryl's hand again and pulled
her back to her room.  I closed the door and laid the three choices
out on the bed.  The first was a one piece, the other two were
bikinis.
 
 I picked up the one piece and handed it to her, telling her, "Change
 into this."
 
 As I stood there watching her, she looked at me like she was a deer
in headlights.  I just stood there for a minute before relenting and
saying gently, "Go to the bathroom, Cheryl, and change into the suit.
When you are done, come out and show me how it looks."
 
 She glanced at the bathroom in relief, then walked over and closed
the door behind her.  She clearly believed that I wanted her to change
in front of me.  I wonder what she would have done had I not said
anything.  I waited a few minutes, but she did not come out of the
bathroom.
 
 "Is everything OK in there?" I called.
 
 "It doesn't fit right," she said.
 
 "Why don't you let me decide that," I said.  "Come out and show it to
 me."
 
 There was nothing from the bathroom for a moment, and then the door
slowly opened.  As soon as she walked out, I immediately saw what she
meant.  This must have been an older suit, because it was smaller than
I expected, and it was also a bit worn.  I knew instantly that she
could not wear it, but I still had her stand in front of the mirror.
I stood behind her and ran my eyes up and down her body.
 
 The suit must have been a year or two old.  Cheryl probably had to
struggle to get the straps over her shoulder.  The entire suit was
pulled tightly over her body.  The crotch was pulled up into her pussy
and we could see her pubic hair and part of her pussy lips poking out
of the bottom. The way that the strap was digging in between her legs
either had to be hurting or pleasuring her.  I could tell that she was
struggling not to put her hand in front of her to protect herself from
my view.
 
 Glancing up her body, I could see a large part of her boobs hanging
out the sides and top of the suit.  In addition, the white suit was
somewhat worn, so you could clearly see her nipples poking through.  I
looked up at the reflection of her eyes, and I could see the
embarrassment in them.  Again, despite knowing that this would not do,
I had her turn around.  She looked over her shoulder so she could see
how the tightness of the suit caused most of her ass to hang out.  I
turned her back around, made a tut-tut noise and said, "You look
amazing in it, but it is not appropriate for mixed company." I walked
to the bed and picked up the first bikini and handed it to her.
Before I let her go, I took one long last look at her.  Just before
she turned away I noticed that there was a bit of a moist spot forming
on the front.
 
 This time, she came out of the bathroom without complaint and walked
right over to stand in front of the mirror.  This bikini was black and
didn't have the same problems that the one piece did.  It was still
small on her, with her breasts overspilling the top, but at least they
were reasonably covered.  The bottom was clearly smaller than the ones
that she normally wore, because her blonde pubic hairs stuck out of
the sides and top, and when I had her turn around, her tan lines were
clearly visible on her ass.  I turned her back around and contemplated
her for a few minutes before I said, "Definitely a possibility, but
lets see the last one anyway."
 
 She took the last bikini and went to the bathroom again.  When she
came out and stood embarrassedly in front of the mirror, I was willing
to bet that she had not bought this one for Helen.  The cut on the top
was similar to the last bikini, but this one was white, and clearly
unlined.  I could see the shape of her nipples through the material,
but she and we both knew that the suit would go transparent when wet.
Her pubic hair stuck out even more from this bottom, and when I turned
her around, her ass was completely exposed by the thong bottom.
 
 "Did you know that Helen had this?" I asked.
 
 She shook her head.
 
 I turned her back around and examined her front in the mirror again.
"There is no question that this is the sexiest suit on you." Her eyes
were pleading with me, but I was thrilled to realize that she would
wear this outside if I told her to!
 
 I leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "I'll make you a deal.  I
really want to see you swimming in this suit, but I think it may be a
bit much for today.  So if you promise that you'll invite me over for
a private swim sometime soon, and you'll wear this suit, then you may
wear the black bikini.  Agreed?"
 
 She nodded her head jerkily.
 
 I kissed her neck lightly, and she shivered.  "Well, go change back
into the black." I reached in front of her and ran my fingers along
the line of her bikini, feeling her soft pubic hair.  "You'll have to
trim this.  Can you do it yourself, or do you need a hand?"
 
 "I can do it myself," she said breathily.
 
 "OK, then, I'll see you outside." I turned to walk away, then said,
"Wear the black sandals you were wearing last Sunday.  And if you're
not down soon, I'll come back and see what the problem is." I left the
room and went outside to the pool.
 
+++++

 I rejoined the others by the pool and sat down in a beach chair with
a view of both the door and of Helen.
 
 "Where have you been all this time?" Helen asked snidely.
 
 "Inside helping your mother pick something out," I told her.
 
 She sniffed and went back to talking to Gemma, who was also in
attendance.  She had just asked Ken to go in and get her a drink when
her mother walked out the door.  Ken's gasp caused the other people
around the pool to look up.
 
 "Mom!" shrieked Helen.
 
 "What?" asked Cheryl.  I immediately saw that Cheryl's response was
not nervous.  She looked at me and I recognized that since I had told
her that I would handle Helen's complaints, she was placing it in my
hands.
 
 "That's my bathing suit!  I didn't say that you could wear it, and
you look ridiculous in it!" Helen protested.
 
 "Since your mother provides you with all of your clothes," I
responded, "it doesn't seem inappropriate for her to borrow some of
them sometimes." Helen turned to glare at me, but I just continued.
"As for how it looks on her, you must be crazy.  She looks fabulous.
Does anyone else think that she looks ridiculous?"
 
 The others shook their head, though Ken looked nervously at Helen and
didn't respond.  Gemma, on the other hand, said, "You look real sexy,
Mrs. H!"
 
 I could have kissed that girl as I watched Cheryl blush prettily.
Karen agreed, quietly saying, "Yeah, Mom!"
 
  Helen, on the other hand, got up and said, "Well, all of you can
leave when you want.  Ken!  Come with me!"
 
 While Cheryl joined me in the pool, Ken followed Helen into the
house.  What I learned later was that Helen and Ken made love for the
first time that day.  Upon hearing about that, I came to another
realization.  Helen thought that I was jealous of Ken!  She must have
believed that the reason that I kept trying to discourage her was
because I wanted her for myself.  I think that is why, when she was
completely pissed off at me, she slept with Ken.  Not a reason that I
would have given up my precious virginity, but to each their own.  On
the other hand, I gave up my virginity for simple horniness, so who
had the worse motives?
 
 Later, after our dip in the pool and just after the others had left,
I pulled Cheryl into a hug, running my hand up and down her bare back.
"You did great," I complimented her.  "Still, I can't wait to come
back and swim with you in that white bikini." I kissed her on the
cheek as she blushed.
 
 +++++
 
 Later in the week, I was sitting at home when Girl game up and said,
"Sir, you have a phone call."
 
 "Who is it?"
 
 "It is Mrs. Harrison," she said.
 
 "Thanks," I said, as I went to get the phone.
 
 "Hello," I said.  "What's up, Cheryl?"
 
 "Hi Jake," she said quietly.  "Karen and Helen are out this evening,
and I had promised to invite you for a swim sometime."
 
 I was shocked.  Utterly and completely shocked.  I knew that Cheryl
had agreed to it, but I was sure that I would have to remind her of it
and force the invitation.  Now here she was, just days later, inviting
me over to see her, for all intents and purposes, naked.
 
 "Jake?" she prompted at my silence.
 
 "Sorry, Cheryl, you just surprised me," I told her.
 
 "Sorry," she said contritely.
 
 "No, you surprised me in a very good way!" I glanced at the clock.
"I'll be over in a few minutes."
 
 "Shall I change now?" she asked.
 
 The smile on my face threatened to crack it.  She was asking my
permission to change.  If I said no, she would probably let me be
there when she changed.
 
 "That's fine," I told her.  "You change and wait for me out by the
 pool."
 
 "OK, Jake.  I'll see you soon."
 
 I hung up, and grabbed Girl, who just happened to be walking by.  I
swung her around as I kissed her deeply.
 
 "Sir!" she said.
 
 "Just taking my happiness out on you," I told her.
 
 "Feel free!" she exclaimed.
 
 I felt so good that I just I smiled and pushed her against the wall.
I ravaged her mouth while my fingers shot up her twat.  I finger
fucked her hard and fast, and in just minutes she was cumming.  She
slipped to her knees, and I left her crouching there as I walked off
whistling to go change into my trunks.
 
 When I got to the Harrison house, I walked to the backyard.  Cheryl
was there, sitting nervously on the edge of a chair.  When I walked
in, she stood up straight, presenting herself.  I looked at her, her
blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, the tiny white bikini glued
to her body.  I could see the ridges of her nipples poking through,
and I could see where her pussy hair was pushing the bottoms up.
 
 I made a circling motion with a finger and she slowly turned, letting
me see her sexy ass sticking out of the thong.  When she had completed
her revolution I beckoned her over to me.  I opened my arms and she
walked into them.  I rested my hands on her bare ass and gave her a
peck on the cheek.
 
 "I'm proud of you," I told her.
 
 She blushed, lowered her eyes and muttered, "Thank you."
 
 I released her, then took her hand and walked to the pool.  I sat
down at the top of the steps and said, "Go to the diving board and
dive in, then swim back to me."
 
 I watched her ass wiggle as she walked to the diving board; it was
definitely swiveling more than usual.  She walked onto the diving
board, slowly lifted her hands over her head, bounced once, and then
pushed off into the air.  She sliced into the water and quickly swam
the length of the pool.  She stood up when she was about five feet
from me.  I looked her up and down again.
 
 The pressure of her body hitting the water must have jostled the
suit, because she was standing there with her right tit hanging out of
the suit.  I saw her look down, then look up at me, making no effort
to put her tit back into the suit.  As for the breast still in the
suit, you could barely tell the difference; the suit was virtually
transparent.  Every little goose bump on both breasts was completely
visible.  I glanced down at crotch and I saw that when she had trimmed
her pubic hair, she had left a triangular wedge pointing right to her
pussy.
 
 I beckoned her over, and she walked up two steps to stand between my
knees.  I reached over and pulled her top slightly out, holding her
tit in my hand and slipping it back into her bikini.
 
 "All better," I said with a smile.
 
 "Thank you," she replied with a smile of her own.
 
 I stood up and said, "I believe I came over to swim with you." As I
walked down the steps, I saw her checking out the lump in my shorts.
She seemed surprised when we did swim for a bit.  Soon, however, I
walked out of the water, and she followed.  I went over to one of the
loungers and sat down, patting the seat next to me.  She joined me on
the lounge and looked at me expectantly.
 
 "I was surprised when you invited me over," I told her.
 
 "I agreed to do it," she said simply.
 
 "I expected you to wait for me to demand it.  Do you always do what
you agree to?" I asked.
 
 "Always," she said.
 
 "That's an admirable trait.  I guess the trick is to get you to agree
 to things, then."
 
 "I guess it is," she said non-committally.
 
 "For instance, I want you to agree to remove your top.  Will you
 agree to that?" I asked.
 
 She nodded.
 
 "Then go ahead."
 
 She reached behind her and untied the string, pulling the bikini top
off.  I glanced down at her bottoms and she stood up and slid them off
as well.  I looked slowly up and down this beautiful woman standing a
foot and half from me.  Her nipples were hard, tight nubs, her pussy
hair slicked down, a slightly darker shade of blonde than the hair on
her head, and there were droplets of water all over her body.  Through
the smell of chlorine I could detect another, more womanly smell start
to permeate the air.
 
 "I didn't tell you to take those off," I said, pointing to her bikini
 bottoms.
 
 "You wanted me to," she said.
 
 "You agree to do whatever I want?" I asked.
 
 "I do," she said firmly.
 
 "Are you sure?" I asked.
 
 She nodded.
 
 "Why?" I asked.
 
 "I know what you are doing.  I've known what you are doing for a long
time now.  I could have fought it, fought your control, fought my
desire to be under your control.  I told myself a hundred times that
you are just a child, and it is ridiculous for me to feel this way,
but the fact is that you know as well as I do, that regardless of what
I do or say, you are going to have me doing what you want.
 
 "So screw it!  I am not going to fight it.  I agree.  I will do what
you want, when you want it.  If you want me to come out here the next
time all of Helen's friends are over, strip naked and lie on my
daughter while you fuck me in the ass, we both know that I would do
it.  I might object and complain, but I would do it.  I know me, and
I'm pretty sure that I know you.
 
 "So all that I can hope for is that you treat me well, and that you
realize that I am a mother with two daughters that still needs to live
in this community and who could end up in jail because of what you
will have me do, and that you temper your behavior with that
consideration."
 
 I looked at her, stunned.  While it was what I was hoping for, I
could still not believe that this woman had given herself to me.
Nonetheless, I was not going to pass on this opportunity.  I stood up,
put my hands on her hips and gave her a light kiss on the lips.
 
 "You are a beautiful woman, but I don't want to ever see hair below
your neck," I told her.
 
 She nodded silently.
 
 I ran my finger up her side and kissed her lightly again.  "We are
going to have a lot of fun, me and you," I told her.  Then I walked
out of her yard.  It was hard for me to do, but I wanted her waiting
for me.  One thing that I knew for sure: Girl would be getting quite a
workout tonight.
 
Chapter Thirteen: A New Cheryl



 The next time I was over at Helen's house, things were definitely
different with Cheryl.  The first thing that I noticed was that she
had gotten a new hairstyle.  Her blonde hair used to fall just below
her shoulder blades.  Now it was sculpted close to her head.
 
 "Nice haircut," I told her.
 
 "Thank you," she replied.  "I'd hoped it would be to your
 satisfaction."
 
 "My satisfaction?" I asked.
 
 "Yes, that it met your requirements," she responded.
 
 "What requirements?" I asked.
 
 "You commanded that I have no hair below my neck," she said simply.
 
 Wow.  Cheryl was definitely taking things literally.  I would have to
be careful in my instructions.
 
 "I'm pleased that you are following my instructions, but I meant no
hair whose roots were below your neck," I told her.  She looked
stricken, so I said, "No, Cheryl, I don't blame you.  I was not clear
on my instructions, and you chose to interpret them in the strictest
sense.  I'm proud of you."
 
 "Thank you," she said, her shoulders dropping and her body
 unclenching.
 
 I looked her up and down, from her new pixie cut to her sneakers.
She was wearing a bulky knit shirt and baggy pants.
 
 "I don't mind how you dress anywhere else," I told her.  "However
when you are expecting me over, I want you to be wearing a skirt that
shows me your sexy legs and a top that is tight enough for me to see
your body underneath it.  You are beautiful, and I want to enjoy
that."
 
 "OK," she said.
 
 I brushed her lips with mine before I went out to the back to join my
friends, as Cheryl went off to her room.  I was chatting with Ken when
Cheryl came out with snacks.  "Why did you change your clothes, Mom?"
Karen asked.
 
 I glanced up and Cheryl was wearing a tight, black tee shirt that,
while not see through, did make it clear that she was not wearing a
bra, with a black and white polka-dotted skirt that was halfway to her
knees.  On her feet were white sandals with three inch heels and
straps that went halfway up her calves.
 
 "I was warm in my other outfit," Cheryl told her daughter.
 
 Karen looked over at me, but I just smiled knowingly at her.
 
 +++++
 
 Over the next few weeks I had many more exploratory conversations
with Cheryl.  I discovered that when she was 18, she had been dating a
handsome college senior named Jim Harrison.  He had gotten her
pregnant and subsequently married her.  Two years later she was
pregnant again.  They were together about ten years before Jim decided
to trade her in for someone younger.  Jim was well off and ensured
that his first family was well taken care of.
 
 "Were you this way with Jim?" I asked.
 
 "Which way?"
 
 "Deliciously submissive?" I responded.
 
 A slight pink suffused her face while she shook her head.  "It was
different with Jim," she told me.  "He was older, and definitely in
control, but while I almost always did what he said, it was never a
given that I would.  I never stated my submissiveness, and he never
overtly asserted his dominance.  It was just a situation where he was
naturally in charge."
 
 "And how is that different from us?" I pressed.
 
 She hemmed and hawed for a minute, then looked directly into my eyes
and said, "With us, I've completely submitted to you, regardless of
how inappropriate it is." She paused for minute, then asked, "Don't
you like me?"
 
 "I like you very much," I told her.
 
 "Then why haven't you done anything with me?" she asked.  "It's been
over two weeks, and you know that I would do anything that you said,
but you've only made me do little things.  Don't you want to have sex
with me?"
 
 I looked into her eyes and I saw fear, self-doubt, even desperation.
 
 "Because you haven't asked me," I told her.
 
 "What?" she exclaimed in surprise.
 
 "I haven't taken you because you have not asked me," I repeated.
 
 She still looked confused, but her expression soon cleared.  She
stood up, then came over and knelt by my side.  "Please Jake, will you
please take me and make me yours?"
 
 I smiled down at her and said, "See?  Was that so hard?"
 
 "Will you?" she asked.
 
 "Yes, I will," I told her.  An ecstatic expression crossed her face
and she started to get up.  I put my hand on her shoulder and said,
"There are a number of conditions."
 
 "Of course," she said.  "What are they?"
 
 "First, you will do what I say, when I say it."
 
 "I already do that," she said confidently.
 
 "Second, if you are to be submissive to me, you will be submissive
only to me.  If I see you being submissive to others, than I will
assume you no longer want me to control you."
 
 "Do you mean that I can't do what anyone else wants?" she asked with
a puzzled expression.
 
 "No, that's not it," I explained.  "But what you may not do is obey
someone when you know that doing so is not what you want to do.  You
may not let yourself be pushed around just to get the thrill of giving
in."
 
 She looked at me guiltily; she had clearly not realized that I was
able to read into her motives so well.
 
 "Third, no underwear around me."
 
 She stood quickly and reached under her skirt, pulling down her thong
and throwing it to the other side of the room, then dropping back to
her knees.
 
 "Fourth, I want you to continue dressing as you do outside of the
house.  Inside the house, however, I want to see a slut.  I want your
daughters and all their friends to wonder how this innocent mother
became such a slut."
 
 Cheryl blushed, but nodded.
 
 "Finally, when we are around your daughters or others, you are to
behave the way that we always have.  While I'm sure that some will
figure it out, we are not going to advertise our relationship.
 
 "Do you understand these requirements?" I asked.
 
 She nodded.
 
 "Then ask me again," I demanded,
 
 "Jake, will you please take me!  Now!" she begged.
 
 "Strip," I instructed.
 
 She quickly stood and slipped her skirt off and whipped her top over
her head.  She had not been wearing anything else, except for the
already discarded panties, so I saw her completely naked for only the
second time.
 
 I enjoyed the view for a few minutes before standing and taking her
hand.  I led her into the bedroom and sat down in the chair next to
her bed.  Cheryl stood in front of me.  She kept moving her hands, as
if unsure what to do with them.  As I just watched her, she shifted
her weight from leg to leg while a faint pink blush slowly moved down
from her face to her chest.
 
 "Do you masturbate?" I finally asked.
 
 "What?" she exclaimed.
 
 "Do you masturbate?" I repeated.
 
 Her blush deepened and she nodded.
 
 "Answer in complete sentences, please."
 
 "Yes, Jake, I masturbate," she said.
 
 "Manually, or with toys?"
 
 "Both," she replied.
 
 I looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
 
 "I masturbate with both my hands and with toys, Jake," she corrected.
 
 "Lay out all of your toys on the bed."
 
 She avoided eye contact with me as she went to a drawer next to her
bed and extracted a dildo and a bullet vibe.
 
 "Is that it?" I asked.
 
 She shook her head, and I said, "Answer in complete sentences."
 
 "No, Jake, there is more." She went to her closet and pulled a box
from her top shelf.  Inside were two more vibrators/dildo
combinations, another plain dildo and nipple clamps.  I stood up and
arranged all her toys on the bed.  I noticed with pleasure that all
the dildos were of medium size.  A few were larger than me, but none
appreciably so.  I picked up the nipple clamps and looked at her.
 
 "I have very sensitive nipples," she said.
 
 "Just the kind I like," I replied.
 
 I sat back down in the chair and said, "Masturbate for me."
 
 "What?" she said.  She said that word a lot.
 
 "Masturbate for me, and stop making me repeat myself," I told her.
"I want you to pretend that it is a regular night, and I want you to
masturbate just like you always do.  Ignore me."
 
 She looked at me as if I were insane.  Then she shook herself a
little and started putting most of her toys back in the box.  She put
the box down next to the bed and took the dildo and the bullet that
she had gotten from her drawer and put them by her pillow.
 
 She laid down on her bed and closed her eyes.  She started running
her fingers around up and down her body, then started concentrating on
delicately circling her nipples.  The fingers of her left hand started
moving between her nipples, squeezing and pinching them, while her
right hand moved down over her flat stomach, her cute navel, down over
her clean shaven pussy and gently over her lips.
 
 She pulled her knees up out, completely exposing herself to me.  I
could see her little clit peeking out, and her pussy lips, puffy and
red, just slightly opening.  Beneath that, I could see the star of her
asshole, opening and closing as she clenched her muscles.  She dipped
her finger slightly into herself, pulling out more moisture and
rubbing it around her lips and clit.
 
 She continued this for about three minutes, her breathing rate
increasing, then, with her eyes still closed, she reached over and
grabbed the dildo.  She held it in one hand while opening herself with
the other, as she slowly slipped it in. She moaned very quietly as she
started gently pumping the dildo in and out.  She released it with one
hand, which went in search of her vibrator.  She laid the bullet on
her stomach as she fumbled with the controls.  It buzzed to life in a
pulsating pattern and she quickly grabbed the silver oval and pressed
it to her clit.  Her breathing increased yet again and she started
moaning very quietly.  She was pumping the dildo in and out while
rubbing the vibrator over her clit when I started hearing her, almost
sub-vocalizing, whispering, "Oh Jake, please fuck me Jake, fuck me so
good!"
 
 She sped up with her right hand, pushing the dildo in and out quickly
while she pressed the vibe in her left hand harder into her clit.
Then her whole body locked up and she spasmed, clenching every part of
her body.  Even as she was experiencing a spectacular orgasm, she was
almost completely silent.
 
 With a final jerk of her body, she finished cumming, and pulled the
dildo out of her.  She fumbled for the control to the vibrator, and
when she found it the quiet buzzing ceased, leaving Cheryl's frantic
panting as the only sound in the room, and even that slowly quieted.
 
 Finally, Cheryl opened her eyes and looked at me with embarrassment.
I smiled encouragingly and said, "You would not believe how hot that
was."
 
 She smiled shyly.
 
 I stood up next to the bed and ran my hand down the side of her body.
I moved my hand up, and she gasped as I ran my fingertips around her
oversensitive nipples.  My hand continued down her body and she
writhed as I dipped a fingertip over her clit and into her hole.  I
brought my hand to my face and got the first taste of her.  As I
expected, she was delicious.
 
 I ran my finger back over her pussy, then dipped it down to her
asshole.  She squirmed as I played around her nether opening.
 
 "Have you ever had anal sex?" I asked.
 
 "No!" she exclaimed sharply.
 
 I ran my hands back up her body and said, "I thought that I told you
to masturbate like you do every night, and ignore the fact that I was
here.  Why were you calling my name?"
 
 She blushed and looked away, then in a quiet voice said, "That's how
I've been doing it lately."
 
 That admission made me smile.  I stood there watching her for a
minute, then said, "I notice that you are very quiet when you do
yourself."
 
 "Well, the walls are thin, and I don't want anyone to hear me," she
 said.
 
 "But you have all this energy.  I watch you, and it looks like your
whole body will explode, but you hold it all in."
 
 She just nodded.
 
 "Do it again," I told her.  "Do yourself again, but this time, I want
you to let it all out.  We are alone here, and I want to see you
explode, not implode.  I want you to shriek when you feel like it,
scream at the top of your lungs."
 
 "I'm not sure I can," she told me.
 
 "I'm telling you that you will."
 
 She nodded and picked the dildo up.  She didn't close her eyes this
time.  She was looking into my eyes as she slowly inserted her toy
into her already soaked pussy.  She started rocking it back and
forward, her rate of breathing increasing again.
 
 "I can't hear you," I said.
 
 Her shoulders slumped and she closed her eyes briefly, then she
looked me in the eyes again and started breathing more heavily,
moaning softly.  I reached over and grabbed her vibrator, giving her
nipple a lick as I was doing it.  Cheryl gasped and moaned loudly.  I
handed her the bullet as I held the controls in my hand, examining it.
It had five settings, so I started with the first.
 
 Cheryl moaned again as the vibe started pulsating slowly against her
clit.  Her hand started moving it all around her clit.  I flicked the
switch to the next higher setting and it started pulsating faster.
 
 "Yessss!" she hissed.
 
 "What did you say?" I asked, moving the switch up one higher.
 
 The pulsing sounded even harder as she screamed, "Yes!  It feels so
 good!"
 
 I flicked the switch all the way up to the highest setting, hearing
the vibrator go to a steady hum.  I dropped the controls and started
removing my pants.  Cheryl's eyes, which had been closed, opened wide.
 
 "Are you going to fuck me now?  Please, will you fuck me now?" she
 cried.
 
 "No, not now," I told her.  She moaned when my cock was exposed.  I
crawled onto the bed and put my dick next to her mouth.  Her head
practically leaped off the bed and her mouth engulfed my cock.
 
 "Don't stop doing yourself," I said as I saw her lose concentration.
 
 She started her hands moving again as her mouth stayed plastered on
my cock, but after a few moments I pulled out.
 
 "I don't want you gagged.  I want to hear you cumming," I
explained. I started stroking my cock as I watched her getting closer.
 
 "Oh, yes, yes!" she moaned, the volume increasing.  She reached up
with her tongue and swiped at my cock.  "I want your cock so bad!  Why
won't you give it to me!  Please.  Oh, I'm so close!  I'm so close!
I'm going to cum!"
 
 "I want to see you cum, I want to hear you cum!" I demanded.
 
 "I'm cumming!" she screamed as her back arched off of the bed, the
dildo was pushed in as far as she could get it, and she shoved the
bullet against her clit.  As she shrieked in pleasure, my cock
exploded, spurting all over her chest and face.
 
 Her back was off the bed for over 30 seconds, until she collapsed,
 breathing heavily.
 
 "How was that?" I asked.
 
 "I'd rather be fucked," she gasped.
 
 "But as an act of masturbation?" I asked smiling.
 
 "Amazing," she answered.
 
 I sat on the bed next to her and rubbed my cum into her skin.  "I
don't want you to wash this off until tomorrow morning," I told her.
 
 "I won't," she said with a smile.
 
 "I have a few other tasks for you."
 
 "I'll do it," she said.
 
 "You don't know what they are," I warned.
 
 "I don't care."
 
 "OK, first of all, I want you to go to a sex shop and get a couple of
smaller dildos, a lot of lube and a small butt plug." She looked at me
in shock.
 
 "You have a virgin ass, and the first time that I fuck you will be in
your ass," I told her.  Her eyes widened.
 
 "Are you going to obey me?" I asked.
 
 She nodded.  I was about to rebuke her when she said, "I am going to
obey you and get more dildos and a butt plug so that you can fuck my
virgin ass and take my last cherry, Jake."
 
 I leaned over and kissed her.
 
 "One more thing then, my obedient Cheri.  I want you to use the
dildos and work your way up so that your ass is used to having things
in it.  And I want you to masturbate every night.  Not like you used
to, but like you just did."
 
 "But Jake, my daughters..." she began.
 
 "Helen is already having sex, and Karen either is or knows all about
it.  I'm sure that both of them masturbate regularly, and I'm sure
that they assume that you do; all you will be doing is confirming it
to them.  I want you to masturbate every night, and I want you to
enjoy it.  Will you do that, Cheri?"
 
 She nodded.  "I will, Jake.  I will masturbate loudly each and every
 night."
 
 "You don't have to scream so that they hear it; you just shouldn't
 hold yourself back."
 
 "I understand," she said.  "Jake, why are you calling me Cheri?"
 
 "Cheryl is the sweet mother of two of my friends, and a friend of
mine," I explained.  "Cheri is a dirty little slut who will grant my
every little whim." I ran my fingers through her sticky pussy,
bringing them up to her lips to suck off.  As she did, I said, "Right
now, I am talking to Cheri."
 
 She smiled around my fingers.  I leaned over and kissed her deeply,
getting a taste of her in the process.
 
 "I'll see you later, Cheri." Then I pulled up my shorts and walked
 home.
 


Chapter Fourteen: Helen Takes Control



 I was at Cheryl's house when Helen approached me.
 
 "We need to talk," she said.
 
 "About what?" I asked.
 
 "In private!" she replied.
 
 We went out to the pool and sat down.  "What can I do for you?"
 
 "I want to call a truce," she told me.
 
 "A truce?" I asked.
 
 "Yes, a truce.  Or maybe a surrender.  You've won.  You're making my
life miserable.  I'll break up with Ken, and you leave me alone at
home.  I want things back to the way that they were before!"
 
 "How is it so different than before?" I asked.
 
 "You know how it is different!  My mother won't listen to me any
more.  She disobeys me all the time, and I don't like it."
 
 "But aren't you supposed to be the one that obeys her?" I asked.
 
 "That's not the way it was!" she yelled.
 
 "Well, things can't be the way that they were."
 
 "So you're going to continue making my life miserable?" she asked
 angrily.
 
 "Maybe we can reach a compromise," I said.
 
 "What kind of compromise?"
 
 "Well, let's talk about Ken first.  I didn't want you do go out with
him, but now that you have, you can't just dump him cruelly."
 
 "I'm not going to go out with him forever!" she exclaimed.
 
 "I'm not expecting that, and frankly neither is he," I told her.  "He
knows that it can't last, and he is enjoying it while he can.  I'm not
telling you not to break up with him, but don't do it because of me,
and when you do it, do it nicely.  Keep being friends with him.  You
do like him don't you?"
 
 She nodded.
 
 "Hell, from what I understand, he makes you feel pretty good.  Maybe,
when both of you are not seeing other people, you can even be friends
with benefits."
 
 "Are you telling me that I have to keep sleeping with him?" she asked
 in dismay.
 
 "No.  If you don't want to, you don't have to.  Just be nice to him.
I only suggested it as something that you might enjoy as well."
 
 "So what if I break up with him the way that you want?" she asked.
"What do I get out of it?"
 
 "Well, like I said, things can't go back to the way that they were,"
I told her.  "I like your family, and neither your mother nor Karen
was happy with you running roughshod on them.  On the other hand,
things don't have to be like they are now, either."
 
 "How do you mean?" she asked, leaning in towards me.
 
 "Well, you are a fairly strong willed person."
 
 She nodded.
 
 "And I'm sure that you know very well that your mother is easily
 manipulated," I said.
 
 Again, she nodded.
 
 "Well, as part of this deal we are making, I am going to give
something away," I told her.  "Your mother is not just easily
manipulated; she likes to be manipulated.  She gets enjoyment when she
is ordered around."
 
 "Really?" she asked, a sparkle in her eye.
 
 I nodded.
 
 "So does she enjoy it when you order her around?" she asked.
 
 Again I nodded.
 
 She leaned even closer to me and asked breathily, "And does she get
wet when you order her around?"
 
 "I don't think I want to answer that question just yet," I told her.
 
 "That's OK, I think I know the answer," she said.  "So I assume that
there is a reason that you are telling me this."
 
 "There is," I replied.  "I won't let you go back to being in control
of the house.  However, I am willing to allow you a much greater level
of control than you have right now."
 
 "How much?" she asked.
 
 "I'm going to let you control her, but I will give her the option of
veto.  You can demand things, but if she feels, as a responsible
mother, that it is not appropriate for her daughter to do that, then
she may deny you.  For instance, if you were to say that you were
going out to get hammered at a party and you'd drive home later, then
she would be quite reasonable to deny you."
 
 "What if we have a difference of opinion on whether it is a
 appropriate?" she asked.
 
 "Then you may appeal to me," I told her.  "If I agree with you, then
you get your way, and your mother gets punished."
 
 "Punished how?" she asked.
 
 "I'll worry about that," I said.  "But before your mind takes it to
the logical conclusion, let me warn you that if you push too hard, I
may revoke your privileges."
 
 She sat back, shaking her head.  "I can't believe that I am
discussing with you about how you will revoke the privilege of me
disobeying my mother!"
 
 "It's the best offer that you are going to get," I said.  "You get a
large measure of control back, and you get to push limits, which I
know that you enjoy."
 
 She thought about it for a bit, then she held out her hand and said,
 "Fine.  Deal."
 
 I shook her hand and said, "So you break it off gently with Ken,
treat us both as friends, and you get some measure of control back
over your mother."
 
 "And sister," she said.
 
 "No, your sister is off limits," I said.  "Some of what you do with
your mother may affect Karen, but she won't be taking your orders."
 
 "Fine," she said, pouting.
 
 "Now go send your mother out.  I need to inform her of the change in
 status."
 
 Helen went inside, and moments later Cheryl came scurrying out.
 
 "You wanted me?" she asked.
 
 "You know that I always want you," I said with a smile.  "However,
there is something else that we need to talk about."
 
 "What?" she asked nervously.
 
 "Tell me how you felt before I started coming over here, when Helen
ordered you around," I instructed her.
 
 "I hated it," she said.
 
 "You just earned yourself a bare-bottom spanking," I told her.
 
 "Why?"
 
 "For lying to me," I told her.
 
 She shuffled her feet, then said, "It wasn't really a lie.  I hated
that she made me feel that way!"
 
 "What way?"
 
 "Excited," she mumbled.
 
 "Was that so hard to say?" I asked.
 
 She just nodded her head.
 
 "Did she make you feel the way that I make you feel?" I asked.
 
 "Sort of, but it's so much better with you!" she said.
 
 "Maybe that's because you hadn't accepted it yet?" I queried.
 
 "Maybe, but I don't know. You're not my child."
 
 "Well, you are going to find out if acceptance makes it any better,"
 I told her.
 
 "What do you mean?" she asked.
 
 "Helen and I have reached an accommodation," I told her.
 
 "What kind of accommodation?" she asked, her voice rising in alarm.
 
 "I've agreed to allow Helen to go back to controlling you, though not
to the same level as before," I said.
 
 "But why?" she asked.
 
 "She's agreed to do something that I want, so I agreed to this," I
 replied.
 
 "So that's what all of this was about?" she asked, hurt.  "You did
all this just because you wanted something from Helen?"
 
 I looked at her for a moment, thinking about how to answer her.  Her
expression clearly indicated that she was hurt, even betrayed.  I
decided that honesty, in this case, would be the best policy.
 
 "Honestly, that is how it started," I explained. Cheryl started to
get up, pissed off, but I barked, "Sit!"
 
 She sat down, though she was clearly angry.
 
 "As I was starting to say, that is how it started," I continued.  "I
was angry at Helen, and I was looking for leverage.  I saw how
submissive you were, and I thought that if I could control you, I
could make her life miserable.  But then I got to know you.  I
discovered that you weren't just Mrs. Harrison, Helen's mother; you
are a real person, with real feelings.  So I changed my mind.
 
 "Now it's true, I did take advantage of the situation to make Helen's
life more difficult, but I promise you that I only did it in ways that
were for your benefit as well.  And though my plan was that, when I
got my way, I'd just let things go back to normal, I can't let that
happen.  I can't let you go back to being unhappy.  That's why I only
gave into Helen in very particular ways.
 
 "What ways?" she asked, clearly not mollified.
 
 I reached forward and took her hands in my mine.  "You've as much as
admitted it," I said.  "Having Helen dominate you turns you on."
 
 Cheryl looked down, blushing.
 
 "If I thought that it wouldn't, I would never have allowed this," I
told her.  "I would prefer to not get what I want rather than hurting
you.  On the other hand, I much prefer to get what I want, and at the
same time, make it better for you."
 
 "How could this possibly make it better for me?" she demanded.
 
 "Well, for one thing, you retain parental responsibilities, and I
think that Helen will obey your important orders," I began explaining.
 
 "She'll listen to me?" Cheryl asked in disbelief.  "When she thinks
she can just tell me what to do?"
 
 "Exactly, because you'll be obeying her, until such time as you need
to be parental," I continued.  "Since she knows that you have to
listen to her unless it is something serious, she'll take whatever you
say seriously."
 
 She thought about that for a minute, then said, "You'd better tell me
what these rules are."
 
  "Helen gets to tell you what to do," I explained.  "However, if you
feel, as a responsible mother, that what she is demanding is
inappropriate, you may refuse it.  The example that I gave her is that
if she wants to go to a party where she will be drinking then driving,
you can say no."
 
 "And who decides what is inappropriate?" she asked.
 
 "You, initially, but Helen can appeal to me," I told her.
 
 "Appeal to you?" she asked.
 
 "It's a safety mechanism for both of you," I told her.  "You know
that if you deny her things inappropriately, then she will appeal to
me, and if I feel you denied her unnecessarily, then you will be
punished."
 
 "You told her that you would punish me?" she asked in shock.
 
 "I most certainly did," I said with a smile.
 
 She blushed again and looked down, then asked, "And how about if she
keeps appealing things?"
 
 "If she abuses her privilege, or if she does not listen when you are
being the good mother, then she will lose the privilege of dominating
you," I told her.
 
 "Dominating me?" she asked in a wavering voice.
 
 I leaned forward again, looking intently into her eyes.  "Yes,
because that is why I am allowing this.  I am allowing her to dominate
you.  I am making you submissive to your own daughter.  Every day, in
your house, you will consciously be aware that you're not the
controlling person in the house, you are subservient.  How do you
think you will feel at the end of each day, knowing that everyone
around you controls your actions?"
 
 She looked at me, need in her eyes as she opened her mouth to speak.
"Truthfully," I demanded.
 
 "Excited," she whispered.
 
 "Now do you see why I said that I'm doing this for you?" I asked
 gently.
 
 She nodded.
 
 "Do you object?" I asked.  "Because if you do, I'll tell Helen no."
 
 She shook her head.
 
 "Do you realize that Helen is probably aware that we have a sexual
relationship?" I pushed.
 
 She nodded.
 
 "And that she'll take advantage of that?" I asked.
 
 She nodded.
 
 "What if she tells you to walk around nude?" I asked.  "And you
object.  Do you think I'll back you up?"
 
 She looked at me, with a shocked look. "Would you?"
 
 I leaned forward and kissed her gently.  "You won't find out until it
happens," I said with a smile.  "Unless..."
 
 "Unless what?" she asked.
 
 "If you are not sopping wet right now, then I promise I'll back you
 up," I told her.
 
 The shocked look returned to her face.
 
 "Well, prove it," I told her.
 
 "Here?" she hissed.
 
 "Put your hand under your skirt and show me what your fingers are
 like," I demanded.
 
 She blushed, but did what I asked.  As she pulled her finger out, we
could both see it glistening.  I grabbed her hand and put her finger
in my mouth.  It was thick and sweet.
 
 I sat back and saw a movement out of the corner of my eye.  I turned
my head and I saw Helen duck back behind the window.  I wondered how
much of the conversation she'd seen.  Since she knew what I would be
talking about, she probably was watching everything.  I should have
thought of that before.  Oh well, what's done is done.
 
 I waited until I saw her peek over again, and I waved her out.  She
gave me a look as she realized that she was busted.  She came out, and
Cheryl blushed when she saw her.
 
 "Do you each understand your roles, as we've agreed on?" I asked the
 two of them.
 
 Cheryl just nodded, but Helen said, "Oh, yeah," in a very
 self-satisfied voice.
 
 "Remember, don't abuse it," I said.
 
 "I remember," Helen said.
 
 "Well then, I'll see you guys tomorrow," and I got up and walked to
 my house.
 
Chapter Fifteen: Discovering Karen



 A few days later I was sitting in the lunchroom at school when Karen
set her tray across from mine and sat down.  I looked up at her and
she asked, "Are you fucking my mother?"
 
 I glanced around, because she had not been exactly quiet, but nobody
seemed to have overheard her.
 
 "Why do you ask?"
 
 "I'm not trying to be judgmental, and I really don't care if you are,
but I'm curious.  Mom has been acting very different lately, and I
think that you are responsible."
 
 "What do you mean, acting different?" I asked.
 
 "Well, in the first place, she is much happier," she told me.
 
 "And that's bad?" I asked.
 
 "No, it's really good," she said.  "I don't think that I've ever seen
her happier.  She's practically dancing around, and she's always
smiling.  On the other hand, she is also treating Helen more like a
daughter, which is bizarre in and of itself!"
 
 "But Helen is her daughter," I noted.
 
 "I know that, but you know that she hasn't treated her like one!
She's always let Helen push her around and get away with anything.
The other day Helen told Mom that she was going to a party and my mom
told her that she couldn't.  Helen ranted and raved and screamed and
yelled, but Mom just calmly said no.  When Helen threatened to go
without permission, my mother said that if she did, when she returned
her favorite dresses would be gone.  In fact, she said that she would
take them for herself, which raises another interesting point: What
did you do to her sense of style?"
 
 "Her sense of style?"
 
 "Yes.  She used to dress pretty nicely, but now she's trying to
out-Helen Helen!  She's got skirts that are too short and tops that
are too tight, and at night..."
 
 "At night?"
 
 Karen looked around the room, but there was still nobody too close to
us.  "I shouldn't tell you this, but since I'm sure that you are the
cause, at night my mother is masturbating!"
 
 "Is that so surprising?  Don't you?"
 
 She blushed and said, "What I do or do not do is not under
discussion.  It may not be surprising, but I've never heard her
masturbating before.  Now, I hear her, and not for just five minutes
either!"
 
 "Really?" I asked in a salacious tone.
 
 "Really!" she exclaimed.  "And I know that you're involved, because
one time I walked past her room and she was moaning your name.  Now
answer the question: Are you fucking my mother?"
 
 I leaned back and looked at her, then came to a decision.  "Not yet,"
 I said.
 
 "Not yet?  Does that mean that you are planning to?" she demanded.
 
 "I thought that you said you don't care, one way or another," I said.
"She's happy, she's cheerful and she's treating Helen like she treats
you.  So why do you care?"
 
 She gazed at me for a minute, then lowered her eyes.  "I just want to
 know."
 
 "Are you really sure that you want to know about your mother's sex
 life?" I asked.
 
 She nodded.
 
 "I'll tell you what," I said. "I'm not sure that I want to tell you,
but I might.  We'll talk at your house tomorrow, but before I tell
you, you are going to have to tell me the truth about why you want to
know.  If I feel that the reason is good enough, then I will tell you
everything.  If not, then I won't."
 
 "But..." she started.
 
 I cut her off and said, "Tomorrow."
 
 She nodded and started eating her food.
 
 +++++
 
 I went to Karen's house after school the next day.  I walked in and
saw Cheryl in the kitchen in a short, short skirt and a tube top, her
nipples clearly showing through.  She had done her short hair in
spikes, which made her look even younger.
 
 "How was your day, Jake?" she asked.
 
 "Just fine, Cheri," I replied.  "How was yours?"
 
 "It just got a lot better," she said.
 
 "I see you are following some of my instructions, and Helen's
unhappiness tells me that you are following more.  Care to show me any
others that you are following?"
 
 Cheri reached down and shimmied her tight skirt up to her hips.  As I
expected, there was nothing under her skirt but her bare pussy.  I
rotated my finger in the air and she turned around, showing me her
sexy ass.
 
 "Pull that down and go sit over there," I said, pointing to one of
the counter stools.  She did so, and turned to face me.  She let her
legs fall apart a little bit, and I could see right up to her pink
lips.
 
 I walked up and stood between her knees.  "What about my other
 instructions?"
 
 She blushed and said, "I've been jilling off every night."
 
 "Jilling off?"
 
 "You know, masturbating," she said.  "Like jacking off, but for a
 girl."
 
 "Ahhhh," I said.  "And have you been expressive?"
 
 "Helen banged on my door and called me a slut," she said.
 
 "How did you respond?"
 
 "I said that if she was Miss perfect, then why did she have a
vibrator in her drawer?  She just said that she hated me and went back
to her room."
 
 "Good answer.  I'm proud of you," I told her. "Is Karen home?"
 
 "Yes, she's out by the pool.  I think she blew off some after school
activity, but she said that she is OK."
 
 "What would she think if she walked in and saw me between her
mother's legs, her mom's pussy showing to the world?" I asked.
 
 "She'd think that her mother was a slut.  Isn't that what you want
her to think?" she asked.
 
 "No, I want her to realize that her mother is not a dried up prune,
that she is still a sexual creature, and she can be just as sexy as
anyone else." I kissed her lightly on the lips and said, "Make some
snacks for us.  I'm going to talk to Karen."
 
 I went outside and sat down next to Karen.
 
 "I understand you skipped some activities today," I said.
 
 "You told me to meet you after school," she replied.
 
 "So did you think about what I asked?"
 
 "I did," she said.
 
 "And do you have a response?" I asked.
 
 "Yes, I do," she said.
 
 "Your mom is making us snacks.  Let's wait until she leaves," I told
 her.
 
 We sat there in silence, and I looked Karen over.  She was wearing a
one piece bathing suit which clung to her nicely.  It was
conservatively cut, but still looked excellent on her.  She had her
blonde hair up in a pony tail, and her arms and legs had a golden tan.
 
 In a few minutes, Cheryl came out with a tray of snacks and drinks.
She put them on the table between me and Karen, leaning towards Karen
when she put it down.  She bent at her hips, and with her ass pointed
at me, it raised her skirt so that I could see her bare pussy and ass.
 
 "Do you guys want anything else?" she asked.
 
 Karen shook her head and I said, "I think that's it for now, Cheri.
I'll come in and talk to you later."
 
 Karen looked at me in surprise at my dismissive tone, but Cheryl just
 said, "OK, Jake."
 
 "Cheri?" Karen asked when her mother had gone inside.
 
 "Maybe I'll tell you about it another time," I said.  "I believe that
you had something to tell me?  Why do you want to know the intimate
details of your mother's sex life?"
 
 "I've been thinking about that, and it's a little hard to explain,"
she started slowly, hesitating at each thought. "I think it's because
I feel I am very much like my mother.  There are three of us here, but
it seems like Mom and me are one person, the same personality, and
Helen is someone completely different."
 
 "Go on," I said.
 
 "For as long as I can remember, my mother has not been really happy.
I'm not trying to say that she was the depressed, moping person, but
she hasn't really had a spark.  Helen had that spark.  When she wasn't
fighting with Mom, she was out having a good time, and she seemed like
she was happy most of the time.
 
 "I don't think that I have that spark, either.  I don't have fun like
Helen does.  I have friends, but no one really close.  I looked at my
mother and I thought, 'Am I going to be like that when I am her age?'
I don't want to go through life just being.  I want to be happy.
 
 "Then, over the last few months, I noticed that Mom has been getting
more cheerful.  She seemed to have something that she looked forward
too.  And then in the last week, she has been positively glowing.
It's like she has been freed.  She is more open, cheerful, happy.
It's like she has a life.  It gives me hope for myself.
 
 "I think that you are the reason that she is behaving the way that
she is, you are the reason that she is happy.  I want to know what you
did, because I do not want to wait until my thirties to be happy.
What did you do that made her happy, and how can I experience that?"
 
 Wow.  Here I thought that Karen was just being voyeuristic, and that
I could give her a little thrill, but instead, she was looking for a
direction in life.  I sat back and thought about that.
 
 I was deep in thought when Karen said, "Well?"
 
 "I'm sorry, did you say something?" I asked.
 
 "I kept my end of the deal.  I told you why I wanted to know.  Are
you going to tell me?"
 
 "I'm trying to absorb it," I told her.  "That was not the answer that
 I was expecting."
 
 I pondered it a bit more, then I sat back up.  "Karen, I think that I
 can help you."
 
 "How?" she asked.
 
 "Would you be willing to tell your mother what you just told me?"
 
 "What?" she exclaimed.  "I can't tell her that!"
 
 "I think you should.  I think that you should tell it to her just
like you told me.  I think that you should tell her how you saw that
she was unhappy, and the worries that you have.  I think that you
should tell her how you feel, and how you see that she is happier, and
then you should ask her about why she is happy.  I could tell you, but
I think that it is exactly because you are so like your mother, or
more to the point, that she is so like you, that she would be able to
understand what you are feeling, and help you though it.  Will you do
that?"
 
 "I'm not sure that I can.  What if she hates me?"
 
 "I can promise you that she won't hate you.  She'll understand more
than you can imagine."
 
 "I guess I could," she said.
 
 "Great!" I exclaimed.  Then I yelled towards the house, "Cheri, come
 out here now!"
 
 Cheryl came running from the house just seconds later.
 
 "Can I get you something, Jake?" she asked.
 
 I stood up and said, "Sit down here."
 
 She sat in my vacated seat and I said, "Cheryl, Karen has something
very important to tell you.  I want you to listen to her, and think of
yourself at her age.  I want you to talk to her, and tell her how you
feel, honestly.  Can you do that?"
 
 "I'm not sure what this is about," she said.
 
 "Don't worry, you will.  Karen, just be honest.  I'm going to leave
the two of you to talk."
 
 I left the pool and went to my house, not believing how complicated
my life was becoming.
 
  +++++
  
 That night, I called the Harrison house.
 
 "Can I speak with Cheryl, please?" I asked Helen when she answered
 the phone.
 
 "Who is this?" she asked.
 
 "It's Jake," I replied.
 
 "Oh, you!  What do you want?" she demanded.
 
 "I just told you, I want to speak with Cheryl," I replied calmly.
 
 "Haven't you talked to her enough?" she asked.
 
 I didn't bother replying.
 
 "Well?" she demanded.
 
 "Oh, I thought that was a rhetorical question," I said.  "Can I speak
 to Cheryl, please?"
 
 "Fine," she huffed, then she screamed, "Mom!  It's Jake!"
 
 I heard a crash and a few seconds later Cheryl came on the line.
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting, Jake."
 
 "What was the crash?" I asked.
 
 "I just knocked my chair over getting up," she explained.  "I'll pick
 it up later."
 
 "Do you feel comfortable talking now?" I asked.
 
 "Yes, Helen stormed away," she told me.
 
 "Well, I assume that you had a talk with Karen," I said.  "How did it
 go?"
 
 "OK, I guess," she said.  "It's funny, but I guess that maybe I was
like her when I was young as well, but no one recognized it in me.
She really is her mother's daughter."
 
 "How does that make you feel?" I asked.
 
 "I'm not sure," she replied.  "In some respects, it's nice to have a
daughter just like you.  On the other hand, it will not be an easy
life for her.  It would be much more convenient if she was more like
Helen."
 
 "Not necessarily," I said.  "There are people like you who are very
happy their whole lives, and there are people like Helen that are
miserable.  It all depends how you live your life."
 
 "Oh, my young philosopher," she said.  "And you know people like me
 that are happy?"
 
 "Yes," I replied simply.
 
 She was quiet for a moment, then she asked, "Really?"
 
 "Really," I told her.
 
 She was quiet for a moment, then I heard her sobbing.  "Are you OK?"
 I asked.
 
 "Yes," she sniffled.  "I just don't know anyone like me, and I don't
know how to be happy."
 
 "Well, don't worry," I reassured her.  "I know for a fact that
submissive people can be very, very happy."
 
 "Thank you, Jake," she said, as her crying stopped.
 
 "Now back to Karen," I said.
 
 "Karen," Cheryl sighed.
 
 "What did you tell her?"  I asked.  "She was very confused.  Did you
help her feel better?"
 
 "I'm not sure Jake, but you should know, I told her about us," she
 replied.
 
 "What about us?" I asked.
 
 "Everything about us.  I told her how you trapped me, how you own
 me," she said.
 
 "Own you?  I own you?  And you think I trapped you?"
 
 "Didn't you?" she demanded.  "Didn't you use my weakness to trap me
into this relationship?"
 
 "Is that how you see it?  That I've trapped you?  That you can't get
out?" I was horrified.  I guess that it had started out that way, but
I didn't think of it like that any more, and it devastated me that she
did.
 
 Cheryl sighed, and then said, "I guess that's a little unfair.  I do
think that you took advantage of me, that you used my weakness for
your benefit, but to be fair, I don't want out.  I should, but I
don't.  It may have been with the wrong intentions, and it may
inappropriate, but God, I want it so bad.  I look at you and think,
'How can I be doing this with this young boy?', but I cannot deny that
I want to.  I can't help myself.  It may be a weakness, but it is my
weakness.  You may have taken advantage of me, but I let you.  I want
you to."
 
 We were both silent as I thought about what she said.  I had thought
everything was just great, and now I wasn't too sure.
 
 "Are you sorry that I've done this?  Do you want me to stop?  Do you
wish that I had never started talking to you?"
 
 "No...  Yes...  I don't know." Her voice sounded as tortured as I
felt.  "Maybe things would have been better if you had never started,
but think about what Karen said.  She said that I never had a spark,
and now I do.  She's right.  I like life more, now.  I look forward to
every day.  I feel more comfortable in my life.  I know it's wrong,
but I don't care.  I want to be happy."
 
 She fell silent again, and I could tell she had more to say, so I
 waited for her.
 
 "I don't know exactly what I feel, Jake, but I do know this: I still
want to be owned by you."
 
 "You feel that I own you?" I asked.
 
 "Don't you?" she asked with a laugh.  "You tell me what to do.  I do
everything you tell me.  For God's sake, if you stripped me naked,
took me outside and fucked me in front of all my neighbors, I'd just
let you.  And I'd cum!"
 
 "In fact," she continued in a conspiratorial whisper, "Karen has
specifically asked me to inquire whether she can be there when you
take me for the first time."
 
 "Really?" I asked in surprise.  "What did you say?"
 
 "It's not my place to say," she informed me.  "She asked me to ask
you, and it would be presumptuous of me to make a decision in your
name."
 
 "But what do you want?" I asked.
 
 "It's not for me to want," she said.  "It's for me to obey your
 decision."
 
 I laughed.  "Saying things like that just makes me want to come over
there and have you now."
 
 "As you wish," she said in a patently fake demure voice.
 
 "What am I going to do with you?" I asked.
 
 "It is my sincere hope that you are going to fuck my virgin ass, and
you will fuck my dripping pussy, and you will fuck my slutty mouth,
and then you will continue fucking me for a very, very long time," she
said with conviction.
 
 "Oh, my," I said.
 
 I sat in thought for a bit.  Then I got back to the conversation that
we had started.  "Is Karen OK?"
 
 "I think so, though I think we will be having many more
 conversations," she told me.
 
 "That's a good thing, isn't it?" I asked.
 
 "It is." She paused, then asked, "What should I tell Karen your
 answer is?"
 
 I thought for a moment, then said, "Tell her maybe.  I'll need to
speak with her.  But if she wants to see me fuck you, then first,
she'll need to be in your room tonight when you jill off."
 
 "What?" Cheryl shrieked.
 
 "You're OK with her watching me fuck you for the first time, but not
with her seeing you masturbate," I asked with a laugh.
 
 "But when you are fucking me, you will be there, in control.  Tonight
it will just be me!"
 
 "Really?" I asked intently.  "I won't be there with you tonight when
you masturbate in front of your daughter?"
 
 Her breath caught, and she whispered, "Oh, God, you will be there."
 
 "Aren't I there every night?"
 
 "You are," she breathed.
 
 "Now you go find your daughter, take her to your room, and show her
how much fun a hot-blooded submissive can have, even by herself," I
instructed.
 
 "Yes, sir," she breathed, and I hung up the phone.
 
 I started undressing as I went to my door and yelled, "Girl, get your
 ass up here!"
 
 She arrived moments later, asking, "Yes, sir?"
 
 I grabbed her and pushed her to the bed on her hands and knees.  I
climbed on behind and pushed into her.  She wasn't wet yet, but I
managed to get most of the way in.  A few strokes later, moisture was
not a problem.
 
 "Somewhere in town right now," I said, "there is a woman who is
masturbating because I told her to."
 
 "And that excited you, sir, and you wanted to masturbate as well,
using your favorite toy?" she asked.
 
 "That's right," I said, pulling her head up by her hair, pinching a
nipple between two fingers as I whispered in her ear.  "How does it
feel to be a sex toy?"
 
 She answered me with her orgasm, which was quickly followed by mine.
I loved my life.
 


Chapter Sixteen: Karen's New Job



 Karen sat down with me at lunch again.  "Why aren't you fucking my
mother?" she asked.
 
 I looked up at her in surprise.  "Last time you asked if I was
fucking your mother, now you want to know why I am not?"
 
 "She needs it so badly," Karen replied.  "It's cruel not to help
 her."
 
 I decided to shift the conversation a little bit.  "Did you do
anything interesting last night?"
 
 She blushed and lowered her head.  Then she looked all around and
said, "I can't talk about it here!"
 
 "But we can talk about me fucking your mother?" I asked.
 
 She shook her head.
 
 "So you're not going to tell me about last night?" I asked.
 
 "I..." she started.  She looked around and asked, "Do you really want
to know what happened?"
 
 I nodded my head.
 
 "Come over after school, and I'll tell you," she said, then she
picked up her lunch and went to a different table.
 
 +++++
 
 After school, I stopped by to talk to Karen.  When I knocked, Cheryl
answered the door, then smiled when she saw it was me.  She was
wearing a white, button down shirt, tied under her breasts and
unbuttoned, so that her tits were pushed up and the tops were visible,
and a short white skirt barely covering her bottom.  When the door
closed behind me, I pulled her in for a kiss.  When I was done, she
didn't want to move away.
 
 "Did you have a nice night, last night?" I asked.
 
 She blushed and said, "It was interesting."
 
 "Is Karen home?  I wanted to talk to her."
 
 "Did you do anything to her?" Cheryl asked.
 
 "What do you mean?" I asked.
 
 "You'll see," she said.  "She's out by the pool."
 
 We walked out to the pool, and I saw what Cheryl meant.  I was used
to seeing Karen in conservative, one piece bathing suits.  Now she was
clad in one of Helen's skimpiest bikinis, her white stomach a stark
contrast to her tanned arms and legs.  When she saw us, she looked
extremely nervous, her hands fluttering around her stomach as if to
cover it up.  She should have been more concerned with her breasts.
This suit had to be tight on Helen, and Karen was bigger up top.  She
was bulging out of it.
 
 "My, my, this is quite a different look for you," I commented.
 
 "Do you like it?" she asked nervously.
 
 I smiled and said, "It's lovely on you, or rather, you are lovely in
 it."
 
 She smiled and dropped her hands to her side.
 
 I turned to Cheryl and said, "I need to talk to Karen in private.
Leave us alone for a bit."
 
 "Sure," she said, starting to move away.
 
 "Oh, Cheryl, I just wanted to say that that is a very nice shirt."
 
 "Thanks," she said with a smile.
 
 "Can I have it?" I asked.
 
 "What?" she asked, confused.
 
 "Can I please have your shirt?" I repeated.
 
 She looked confused for just a second, then got a sultry smile on her
face.  "Certainly," she said, as she slowly undid the knot under her
breasts.  She arched her back as she slipped it off her arms, then
walked up to me and dropped it in my lap.
 
 "Call me if you need anything," she breathed sexily, then strutted
into the house, topless, under the gaze of me and her daughter.
 
 "Ready to tell me about yesterday?" I asked Karen, surprising her.
 
 "Um, sure," she said.
 
 "Start with the conversation with your mother," I instructed.
 
 "OK," she began.  "It was hard to talk about it, but you told me that
I should.  I told Mom the same thing that I told you, and she started
crying.  I asked her what was wrong, and she said that she didn't
realize that she'd been so unhappy.  Then I told her that I thought
that I was the same way.  She said she understood, so I asked her what
she understood; what was she like, how did she feel and did that mean
that I was like her?
 
 "She said that she didn't know, but she said she'd try and tell me
about her.  So she told me that she likes ... to be bossed around, I
guess.  We talked about it, and how she was unhappy because no one but
Helen was bossing her around, and she felt bad that Helen was, because
she was supposed to be the mother.
 
 "Then I asked if you were bossing her around, and she said yes.  I
asked if you were having sex with her, and she said no.  The funny
thing was, she sounded really disappointed.  I asked if she wanted to,
and she said yes.  Well, not like that.  She said, 'God, yes!' like if
I had asked one of my friends if she wanted to date a rock star.
 
 "I asked her why she liked having you boss her around, and she said
that she couldn't answer that, it was just the way she was.  She asked
if that was what I meant when I said that I was like her, but I said
that I wasn't sure."
 
 Karen went quiet for a minute.  "You aren't sure if you want to be
bossed around?" I asked.
 
 "I just don't know.  I know that I don't like bossing people around,
but I just try and stay out of people's way."
 
 "How do you feel when people tell you what to do?" I asked.
 
 "What do you mean?" she asked.
 
 "Helen, for instance," I replied.  "What does it feel like when Helen
demands something from you, and you do it?"
 
 "I don't know," she said quietly.  "I guess it feels like I have to."
 
 "Do you get any satisfaction from doing it?" I asked.
 
 "I don't think so. Maybe," she said.  I clearly wasn't going to get
too far with this line of questioning.
 
 "So why did you ask your mother to let you watch when I fucked her?"
 I asked.
 
 Karen blushed when I said the word 'fuck', but she just shrugged.  "I
don't know.  It was a spur of the moment thing.  I didn't think she'd
even take me seriously.  I just wondered what it would be like."
 
 "Haven't you ever had your own boyfriend?" I asked.
 
 "No!" she exclaimed.  "Boys don't like me!"
 
 "Then they clearly have never seen you in that bikini," I said.
 
 She looked down at herself and blushed.
 
 "If they were to see you like that, they'd be struggling to keep
their hands off of you," I said.
 
 "What about you?" she asked.
 
 "What about me what?" I replied.
 
 "Are you struggling to keep your hands off of me?" she asked, looking
extremely vulnerable.
 
 "Your mother is inside topless," I said.  "I could have her come out
here and fuck her right now.  And nevertheless, I am desperately
struggling to keep my hands off of you.  I keep thinking, 'She must
look fabulous out of that top.'"
 
 Karen looked at me intently then sat up, reached behind her, and
pulled her top off.  Her breasts were fabulous.  Just slightly smaller
than her mother's, with absolutely no sag, and beautiful, light pink
nipples.
 
 "If you want me to have a serious conversation with you, you'd better
put that top back on, because I sure as hell am not thinking with my
big head right now!" I told her.
 
 "What will you do if I don't?" she asked.
 
 "What do you mean?" I replied.  I had been honest with her, and I
wasn't thinking completely rationally.
 
 "Will you punish me?  Mom told me that if she misbehaved that she
would be punished.  Are you going to spank me if I don't put my top
back on?"
 
 "Is that what you want?  Do you want to be spanked?" I asked
 seriously.
 
 Her expression became less confident as she said, "I don't know.
Aren't you supposed to know what to do?"
 
 I laughed.  "You think that I know what I'm doing with your mother?
I'm just trying to stay a step ahead of her.  I know that she needs
more than she is getting, and I'm trying to satisfy that need, but if
you think that I know all her deep, dark secrets, and I am going to do
everything right, then you are wrong.
 
 "Karen, your mother is submissive, and I know a bit about dealing
with that.  I can guess how she wants to be dealt with, and I am
moving slowly to see what she likes and what she doesn't like.  With
you, on the other hand, I don't think any of us know what you want, so
I'm not sure what to give you."
 
 I sat back and asked her again, "Why do you want to watch me with
 your mother?"
 
 "I want to see what its like," she told me.  "I want to know what
it's like for her. For you.  I want to figure out if it is what I
want, too." She was quiet for a moment, then looked up at me.  "I want
to see my mother punished."
 
 "You think that I will punish her?" I asked.
 
 "Isn't that why you are going to fuck her in the ass?" she asked,
 surprised.
 
 I laughed at her.  "No, Karen, I am not fucking her in the ass to
punish her.  I am doing it because she has never had it done, because
she sees it as a very subservient notion.  She is giving me what she
has never given anyone else.  I am having her prepare herself so that
when we do it, it will be pleasurable for her.  In fact, I am thinking
of allowing you there, because that will make it more pleasurable for
her."
 
 "It will?" she asked.
 
 "Yes, because she doesn't think she wants you there, and she will
feel more submissive for allowing it.  But what about you?  What are
you going to be doing while I am taking your mother?"
 
 "What do you mean?  Just watching," she said.
 
 "Really?  It will be like going to a play.  You'll sit in the
audience and be able to just watch, unaffected?  Shall I get you some
popcorn?"
 
 "I don't know," she said.  "I guess I never thought it out."
 
 "How did you feel last night?" I asked.
 
 "Last night?" she repeated, with a blush.
 
 "I assume that your mother asked to speak with you in her room last
night," I said.  "Is that what happened?"
 
 Her blush got redder and she said, "My mother did ask me to come into
her room last night."
 
 "And what happened?" I asked.  She looked at me, like a deer in
headlights, but I just returned her gaze, so she started telling me
what happened.
 
 "I had asked my mother whether I could be there when you took her,"
 she began.
 
 "Is that really what you asked her?" I inquired.  "Because the way I
heard it was a little different."
 
 "I guess that I asked her to find out from you if it was OK for me to
be there," she replied.
 
 "Why have her ask me?  Why not just ask her?"
 
 "Because she told me that you were in charge.  I knew that you would
be the one to make the decision," she told me.
 
 "It's not that great a leap, but many people wouldn't have made it,"
I told her.  "I think most people wouldn't have internalized the fact
that your mother was not going to make the decisions, especially with
someone as young as me.  Even though she'd said it, most people would
have assumed that she at least had that much control.  Why do you
think that you got it?"
 
 She just shook her head, but her eyes were on the ground, and I think
that she knew the answer.  I let her off the hook.
 
 "So what happened after you asked your mother to ask me?" I inquired.
 
 "I guess that she did, because later that night, she called me into
her room.  She said that she had talked to you, and that you said
maybe, but there was a condition." She paused momentarily, then
continued.  "She said that if I were to see her get ... fucked
... then I should be able to see her do other things.
 
 "She was wearing a robe, but she dropped it, and she was naked
underneath.  Her ...  pussy ... was bald.  I said, 'Mom!  What are you
doing!', and she told me that she was following instructions."
 
 She paused again, then looked up at me and asked, "Do I really have
to tell you the rest?"
 
 "Are you asking me if I am going to make you tell me the rest?" I
 asked.
 
 She looked sharply at me and gasped.  I glanced down and saw that
there was a spot on the front of her bikini bottom.  She saw where I
was looking and she closed her legs so that it was not visible.  She
looked up at me and said, "Yes.  Do I have to tell you the rest?"
 
 I leaned forward and put my hands on her knees, spreading her legs
far enough apart so that I could see the wet spot.  I looked into her
eyes and said, "Yes, Karen, you must tell me what happened in your
mother's bedroom."
 
 She nodded, took a few deep breaths, which incidentally did lovely
things to her naked chest, and continued.  "Mom laid down on the bed
and pulled some things out from under her pillow.  She spread her legs
and I asked why she was bald down there.  She said, 'Because Jake told
me that's what he likes.'"
 
 She looked at me again, her legs spreading a little farther and
asked, "Is that really what you like?"
 
 "Yes, it is.  Is that a problem for you?" I asked.
 
 She looked at me, then with another deep breath, she stood up and
pushed her bikini bottoms down.  She sat back down and looked at me
with a determined expression on her face as she spread her legs to
where they were before.  I glanced down and saw her moist, pink lips,
and surrounding them, smooth skin, as hairless as the day that she was
born.
 
 She continued relating her activities as though nothing had happened.
"Mom picked up one of the things on the bed and said, 'This is a butt
plug.  It's small, but I'm using it to prepare for when Jake fucks me
in the ass.' She looked me right in the eye when she said it, and she
sounded so proud.
 
 "She took a bottle of oil and poured some on the plug, then on her
fingers, which she put in her ... hole.  She said that she needed to
get it all oily so that it wouldn't hurt.  Then I watched as she
pushed it in.  It looked like it hurt, and I asked if it did, and she
said, 'A little, but mostly it feels full.  Jake is bigger, and if he
doesn't feel like it, he won't be so gentle, so I need to make sure
that I am ready for that.' I asked her if she had seen you, and she
said that she had, that you had jer... masturbated on her." I nodded.
 
 "Then she took the other toy, a dildo, and she put it in her ... she
started ... fucking herself.  She looked at me for a little bit as she
did it, but then her eyes closed, and she started whispering your
name."
 
 "She was whispering?" I asked with a frown.
 
 "At the beginning she was," Karen informed me.  "Then she started
talking louder.  Actually, it wasn't really talking, it was more like
chanting, or begging.  She kept saying, 'Please, Jake, please fuck me.
Please fuck me in my ass.' It was really quite embarrassing." She
paused for a minute, then looked back up at me with a lopsided smile.
"Almost as embarrassing as sitting in front of my mother's ... master,
stark naked ..." She looked down at her crotch and continued, "And
dripping."
 
 I glanced down, and her lips were puffy and wet.
 
 "Why are you sitting in front of me naked?  And dripping?"
 
 "Don't you want me like this?" she asked, unsure of herself.
 
 "Of course, I do," I told her.  "But so does every boy in our school.
I don't see you spreading yourself naked for them.  Why did you do it
for me?"
 
 "I don't know.  It seemed like the right thing to do."
 
 "What was the right thing to do?" I probed.
 
 "Offer myself to you," she said, blushing again, her legs closing.
 
 "Are you offering yourself to me?" I asked gently.
 
 "I'm not sure," she said.  "I didn't really plan any of this except
 the bathing suit."
 
 "Well, I have to say, I've never had a better offer," I told her.
She looked at me in surprise as I continued.  "Unfortunately, much as
I'd like to take you up on the offer, I don't think either of us are
ready for it.  Yet."
 
 I paused for a moment, still looking at her.  I glanced down between
her legs, and when she saw where I was looking she spread them again.
 
 "So you want to be there when I take your mother?" I asked.
 
 She nodded.
 
 "Well, what if I say that you can join us, but you have to
 participate?" I asked.
 
 "Participate?" she said, and I saw her exposed nipples get even
 harder.  "How?"
 
 "Maybe I'll have you prepare your mother, then get me ready, then
have you guide me in.  How would that make you feel?"
 
 A flush spread across her chest and her breathing quickened.  "You
wouldn't really make me do that, would you?"
 
 "Why not?" I asked.
 
 "How can you make me get my mother ready to be fucked?" she demanded.
 
 "Why not?" I leaned forward again.  "Maybe I should put you in charge
of ensuring that your mother is always ready for me?"
 
 "You wouldn't!"
 
 "Why don't we try it now?" I asked.
 
 "What do you mean?"
 
 "I'm going to go into the den.  You go inside and ask your mother
where she keeps her dildos.  Don't let her talk about anything else,
including the way you are ... dressed, other than to answer your
question.  When you have an answer, go upstairs and pick one out.
Then go back to your mother and take her skirt off.  Don't have her
take it off, or tell her to.  You take it off of her, hand her the
dildo, and tell her to come to me in the den."
 
 "What should I do afterwards?" she asked.
 
 "I want you to come to the door of the den and stand there until I
give you other instructions," I told her.
 
 "OK," she said.
 
 She got up to go inside, and I saw her ass wiggle as she walked.  I
stopped her before she got to the door and I said, "You forgot
something."
 
 I picked up her discarded bikini and walked over to her.  I handed it
to her and said, "I want you to fold this up and put it on Helen's
pillow."
 
 "But it's dirty, and Helen will know that I wore it!" she complained.
 
 "Yup," I said.
 
 She took it, nodded, and went inside.  I followed, but went and made
myself comfortable in the den.  It would be a few minutes until the
next act.
 
 Cheryl walked into the den, stark naked and carrying a large dildo.
I got up and gave her a kiss, pressing her naked body to mine.  "Sit
down, I want to talk to you for a bit," I said.
 
 She sat in a chair across from me, with her back straight, maybe even
arched, and her legs spread a bit more than hip distance apart.  She
was clearly posing for me.  I glanced behind her at the door of the
room, and there was Karen, also nude, leaning against the doorframe,
posed, but unconsciously so.
 
 "What did you do to my daughter?" Cheryl asked me, though her tone
was non- threatening.
 
 "Which one?" I asked playfully.
 
 "The one that I left you chatting with by the pool.  The one that
came in, stripped bare and clearly excited.  The one that demanded to
know where my toys were.  The one that came back with this and
proceeded to strip my skirt off without so much as a by-your- leave.
The one that demanded that I come in here to you.  That daughter."
 
 "I just had a little chat with her," I said, looking up at Karen to
see that she was blushing.
 
 "Are you going to fuck her?" Cheryl asked.
 
 "Do you want me to?" I countered.
 
 "Ummm," Cheryl stammered.  That was clearly not a question that she
 was expecting.
 
 "What are you more interested in?  Whether I'm going to fuck Karen,
or whether I'm going to fuck you?" I asked.
 
 She dropped her eyes and said, "Me."
 
 "What if I said that you'd have to help me fuck Karen before I fucked
you?  Would you do it?" I asked, looking at Karen's surprised face.
Her mother nodded.
 
 "What if Karen didn't want to?  Would you convince her?"
 
 "I don't know," she said quietly after a long pause.
 
 I sat back and changed the subject.  "How has Helen been treating
 you?"
 
 She took a moment to get her mind on this new track before she said,
"Similar to before.  She demands that I do things for her, she won't
listen when I tell her to get off the phone.  She demands that I take
her places and buy her things."
 
 "Do you feel the same as you did before?" I asked.  She shook her
 head.
 
 "What is different?" I asked.
 
 "She is doing it knowingly.  She knows that what she is doing excites
me, and she teases me about it."
 
 "And how does that make you feel?" I asked.
 
 "More excited," she replied.
 
 "Has she made you do anything sexual?" I asked.
 
 "No!" she exclaimed.
 
 "Would you do it if she asked?" I inquired.
 
 She thought for a minute, then nodded.
 
 "Would it embarrass you more to be controlled sexually by your
daughter?" I asked.  She nodded.
 
 "But she doesn't do that.  So your daughter is controlling everything
non-sexual in your life.  But what happened tonight?"
 
 She looked at me, confused.
 
 "Your other daughter controlled your sexual life, didn't she?" Cheryl
looked up at me in surprise.
 
 "You have one daughter controlling everything outside of the bedroom,
and now you have another controlling everything inside." Cheryl
glanced back at Karen, who wouldn't meet her gaze.
 
 "Masturbate," I demanded.
 
 "What?" she asked, looking at me again.
 
 "Take that dildo lovingly provided by your daughter and start using
it, while I tell you all about how things are going to change for you
yet again," I instructed.
 
 She picked it up and looked at me nervously as she started using it.
I noticed that she had no trouble slipping it all the way in.  When
she pulled it out, it glistened.  She started pumping with one hand
while she played with her clit with the other.
 
 "Where do you have that dildo?" I asked.
 
 "In my cunt," she gasped.
 
 "And where do you want me to fuck you?" I asked.
 
 "Everywhere!" she replied.
 
 "Where first?" I asked, re-qualifying the question.
 
 "In my ass," she answered.
 
 "From now on, it is not your cunt.  It is not your pussy.  It is not
your ass.  From now on, it is Karen's pussy, Karen's cunt, Karen's
ass."
 
 Cheryl moaned.  "What do you mean?" she asked.
 
 "If you want to use your cunt, you will need Karen's permission.  She
is responsible, and she has to care for it." I looked at Karen as I
continued.  "She has to make sure that it is pretty and shaven.  She
has to get it ready when I want it.  If you want something in your
ass, she'll lube you up.  Your privates are now her responsibility."
 
 I looked back at Cheryl.  "I want to make it clear, she is not to do
things specifically to excite you.  She is not to make you cum.  She
is just to enable you to excite yourself, or me to excite you.  When I
decide to fuck you, she will lube you, she will grease up my cock, and
she will position my cock at your hole.  She is in charge of your sex.
Do you understand?"
 
 "Oh, God, yes!" she moaned.
 
 "How does it make you feel?" I asked.
 
 "Like the biggest slut in the world!" she moaned.
 
 "Do you want to cum?" I asked.
 
 "Oh, yes!" she cried.
 
 "Then ask Karen for permission," I said.
 
 She turned around, getting on her hands and knees, facing towards the
door as she continued to pump the dildo in and out.  "Please Karen,
please can I cum?"
 
 Karen looked at me in shock.  She didn't know what to do.
 
 "Do you not want this?" I asked her.
 
 "I don't know!" she said.
 
 "Well, she's not going to cum tonight unless you let her.  Are you
 going to let her?"
 
 She nodded.
 
 "Then you'd better tell her that," I said.
 
 "Cum, Mommy," she said, and Cheryl wailed as she obeyed the
 instructions.
 
   It went on for about a minute before she collapsed, whispering,
   "Thank you, Baby."
 
 I waited a few minutes for Cheryl to come back to us, then I told her
to leave the room and get drinks for us.  She walked out on wobbly
legs, and I motioned for Karen to come in.
 
 "Are you up to this?" I asked.
 
 "I'm not sure," she said.
 
 "Think about it," I told her.  "If you are, then you can help your
mother again tonight.  If you are not, call me tonight and I will work
out something else."
 
 "If I don't do this, will I be able to see you and Mom?" she asked.
 
 "Probably not," I said.
 
 She nodded as Cheryl came back with drinks.  After she gave Karen and
me our drinks, she walked over and dropped down to kneel in front of
me.  "Please, may I ask you a favor, Jake?" she asked.
 
 "Sure," I said.
 
 "I know that you want the first hole that you use to be my ass, but
would it be OK if I relieved you onto my body like we did last time?"
 
 "You want me to jerk off onto you?" I asked.
 
 "No, I want to jerk you off onto me," she said.  "I've been very
good, I think.  Please can I have this?"
 
 I looked over at Karen, and she had perked up.
 
 "OK," I said.  Cheryl jumped up and wrapped her arms around me,
 kissing me deeply.
 
 "Thank you so much," she said, then dropped again and opened my
pants, fishing out my hard cock.  Karen moved over to get a better
look as her mother started running her hands over my cock.  She took
her right hand and ran it between her legs, getting it wet.  Then she
surprised everyone when she started rubbing her juices on my cock and
she reached over with her left hand and scooped up juices from between
Karen's legs.
 
 She started rubbing my cock with both hands, moaning for me to cum on
her.  Given the events of the day, you can imagine that I did not last
very long, and soon I was covering her chest with my cum.  As she
milked the last drop, she said, "I'm not going to wash this off until
tomorrow."
 
 "As you wish," I said, with a smile.
 


Chapter Seventeen: Karen's Punishment



 That night, Girl approached me with the telephone.  "You have a call,
 sir," she said.
 
 I thanked her as I took the phone.
 
 "Hello?"
 
 "Oh wise King Solomon, I have a judgment for you to make," came
 Helen's voice.
 
 "Solomon?" I asked with a laugh.
 
 "Well, you said that you would be the judge," she said.  "I have a
dispute with my mother."
 
 "What is the dispute?" I asked.
 
 "I came home, and I discovered that Karen had taken one of my
swimsuits without permission.  I demanded that my mother punish her,
but she won't."
 
 I thought about this for a minute.  It wasn't exactly what I
expected, but it played out just the way I wanted.  "Where are your
mother and Karen?" I asked.
 
 "Right here, waiting to hear what you have to say," she told me.
 
 "Send them to a different room," I instructed.  "I want to talk to
you without them hearing."
 
 "OK," she said, and I heard her relaying my instructions.
 
 "They're gone," she told me a moment later.
 
 "OK, this is a bit more complex than I anticipated, but here is my
answer.  Under normal circumstances, I would say that your mother is
correct."
 
 "But Karen did something wrong!" Helen complained.
 
 "Yes, but being a mother is your mother's responsibility," I
explained.  "You may control your mother, but you may not control how
she raises Karen, or you, for that matter.  Therefore, it is up to
your mother to punish as she sees fit.  In fact, if you get pissed off
at your mom for not punishing Karen, then you may not take that out on
your mother by making her life otherwise miserable, or rather, more so
than you would have."
 
 "Fine," Helen said, grumpily.  "But you said under normal
circumstances.  What does that mean?"
 
 "Well, you can't have your mother punish Karen for what she did, but
there are other reasons that I want your mother to punish Karen.
Therefore, this time, I am going to allow a punishment."
 
 "Oooh, goody," Helen said.
 
 "Here's what you will tell your mother," I told her.  Than I gave her
instructions on what to do, ending with a demand that her mother was
to call me later that evening before bed.  I hung up, eagerly awaiting
the telephone call that would describe what happened.
 
 +++++
 
 I was in bed later that evening when Girl came in with the phone.
 
 "Mrs. Harrison on the phone," she said.
 
 I threw back the blanket, exposing my naked body to Girl and said,
"Stay here while I talk.  Suck softly."
 
 "Yes, sir!" Girl said as she got between legs.
 
 She stroked me gently from base to crown with her tongue as I said,
 "Hello, Cheri."
 
 "Hello, Jake.  I'm calling you as instructed."
 
 "Are you alone?" I asked.
 
 "Karen is here, waiting to get me ready to masturbate," she said.
 
 "Tell me what happened tonight," I demanded.
 
 "Helen came home and went to her room," she began.  "Apparently, you
told Karen to put the swimsuit she borrowed prominently on Helen's
bed, so she knew that it was used.  First she yelled at me, but I told
her that it was not me.  Then, when she realized that it was Karen,
she demanded that I punish her.
 
 "As I understood your rules, I didn't have to, but Helen insisted on
calling you.  I guess I was wrong?"
 
 "I'll talk about that later," I said.  "For now, just tell me what
 happened."
 
 "OK," she acquiesced.  "Helen told us that you said that Karen was to
be punished, and furthermore, I was to be punished as well.  She said
that Karen had to be stripped, then bent over the couch, and I was to
spank her 10 times.  Then I was to strip, lie over the couch next to
her, and get 10 spanks as well.
 
 "Karen tried to protest, but I just told her it was what you said, so
she agreed.  She removed her clothes and then bent over.  When Helen
saw that her pussy was bald, she started teasing her about being a
baby.  But when I spanked her, and I promise I did it hard, she never
cried.
 
 "Then it was my turn, and when I stripped Helen said, 'Like mother,
like daughter,' then she spanked me hard.  Afterwards, we got up and
went to make dinner.  Helen said that Karen could get dressed, but
that I had to spend the rest of the night nude.  Karen said that if I
had to be nude, she would be as well, so we are still not dressed.
Now we are getting ready for bed, and I'm calling you like you
instructed."
 
 "Very good," I complimented her.  "Ask Karen to leave.  I want to
 talk to you alone."
 
 "OK," she agreed.  She asked Karen to leave momentarily, and then she
 was back.
 
 "I wanted to explain what happened," I said.  "You were right in your
decision.  It was inappropriate for Helen to demand that Karen be
punished, and I let her know that.  But based on the conversation that
I had with Karen today, I decided that I wanted Karen spanked, and
this would be the perfect opportunity.  Your spanking was gratuitous
as well, but I just liked the thought of you being spanked.  In fact,
I'm masturbating thinking about it right now."
 
 "That's quite all right, Jake.  You don't need a reason to have me
 spanked," Cheryl said.
 
 "I'm glad to hear that," I said, feeling Girl suck me harder.  "I
will talk to Karen tomorrow and explain why she was spanked, so that
she doesn't think that Helen controls her as well.  Now I believe that
you were about to masturbate?"
 
 "Yes, I was," she said.
 
 "Does your phone have a hands-free mode?" I asked.
 
 "Yes," she said.
 
 "Then here is what I want you to do," I explained.  "Put your phone
on hands-free.  I will put mine on mute.  I want you to invite Karen
back in and do what you were planning.  Don't tell her that I am
listening, though I may reveal it later.  Now, have fun!"
 
 "Yes, Jake," she said.
 
 I put the phone on mute, and told Girl that she was doing a good job.
 
 "Are you really controlling Mrs. Harrison and her daughter?" Girl
 asked me.
 
 "Yes, but please don't mention it to my parents yet," I said.
 
 "If they directly ask me, I cannot lie," she said, "but I will keep
 it a secret otherwise."
 
 At that point, I heard Karen come back into the room.  "Are you ready
to assist me?" I heard Cheryl ask.
 
 "Sure, Mom, what should I do?" she asked.
 
 "You have to pick out the toys that I'm to use, and tell me how to
use them," Cheryl said.  "My toy box is over there.  You can go
through it and decide what you want me to use."
 
 For the next ten minutes I heard Cheryl explain to Karen what all the
toys were, from dildos and butt plugs to nipple clamps and slappers.
Cheryl didn't have anything really intense, but it was nice to hear
Karen's gasps of surprise at what she did have.  In the end, Karen
decided on the same toys that Cheryl had played with before; a butt
plug and a vibrating dildo.
 
 "You have to get me ready for this," Cheryl said.
 
 "What do I need to do?" Karen asked.
 
 "You have to get my asshole lubricated," Cheryl replied.
 
 Karen agreed, and I heard Cheryl describe how to insert lubricated
fingers in her, and finally insert the plug.  Then Cheryl began to
pump herself with the dildo.
 
 "Didn't it feel good to be spanked?" she asked.
 
 "It hurt," Karen replied.
 
 "I know, but it hurt me so good," Cheryl said, and I could here the
squishing of the dildo. "Tell me that you didn't get wet when I
spanked you."
 
 "I did," I barely heard Karen murmur.
 
 There were a few moments of silence, then I heard Cheryl say, "Even
though it was Helen spanking me, it really wasn't, and even though I
was spanking you, it was really Jake spanking both of us.  I can't
wait until it is really him.  Do you want him to spank you?  Do you?"
As Cheryl was talking, her voice was becoming more and more strained.
 
 "You don't have to stand there, trying not to touch yourself," she
said.  "You can masturbate, too.  Just sit down over there, and let
yourself go.  I know that I am.  I can picture myself over Jake's lap.
He's spanking me hard, then he pushes me to the floor, onto my back,
and shoves his cock all the way into me.  It's going to make me cum so
haaaarrrd." Cheryl clearly came on the last word, as did I, after
speeding Girl up.  I heard Karen groaning quietly shortly thereafter.
 
 "Oh, I sooo needed that," Cheryl said.
 
 There was silence for a few minutes, then Karen said, "I'll clean
 those up, Mom."
 
 "Thanks, honey," she said.
 
 "That was beautiful ladies.  Have a nice night," I said after
un-muting the phone.  Karen shrieked, but Cheryl just said tiredly,
"Thank you, Jake.  Good-night to you."
 
 I hung up, thanked Girl, and went to sleep.
 


Chapter Eighteen: Karen's Request



 Karen came up to me at lunch the next day and asked, "When are you
going to fuck my mother?"
 
 I laughed, saying, "First it was, 'Are you fucking my mother?' Then
it was 'Why aren't you fucking my mother?' Now it's 'When are you
going to fuck my mother?' Your questions are getting progressively
steamier.  What's the next one going to be?  'Did you enjoy fucking my
mother?'"
 
 "If you do it tonight, maybe," she said.
 
 I leaned back and looked at her for a minute.  Then, with a smile, I
asked, "Did you have a nice day yesterday?"
 
 She blushed and said, "As a matter of fact, I did!"
 
 "All of it?" I asked.
 
 "I wouldn't change a thing," she said.
 
 "Really?" That surprised me.  I'd expected that there was some part
of the day that she didn't enjoy. "Even the spanking?"
 
 "Even the spanking," she affirmed.
 
 "I want you to know that you didn't really deserve the spanking;
normally I would not let Helen dictate that," I told her.
 
 "Did you want me to be spanked?" she asked.
 
 "Yes," I replied.
 
 "Then I deserved it," she said simply. "Actually, I don't think that
my next question will be 'Did you enjoy fucking my mother?'"
 
 "What will it be?"
 
 "When are you going to fuck me?" she said.
 
 That threw me for a loop, because frankly, as stupid as it was, I
hadn't thought about that.  I should have.  I should have realized
that I couldn't do all these things and not fuck her.  But I really
hadn't thought about it.  And now she wanted me to fuck her, and I'd
bet anything that she was still a virgin.  I had turned down Gemma for
just that reason, and here was another girl asking me for that.
 
 "I don't know the answer," I said.
 
 "Well, I just want it on the table that my mother is obeying you, and
you have promised to satisfy her.  I believe that I am obeying you
just as well, so I expect nothing less."
 
 "You are obeying me as well as your mother?" I asked.
 
 "I am following all the rules that you've given her that I know
 about," she informed me.
 
 "Really?" I asked.  "Which are those?"
 
 "I don't have any hair below my neck.  I don't wear panties at home.
At home, I'm wearing the sexiest clothes that I have, and I've asked
Mom to buy me more.  I will obey anything that you say."
 
 I shook my head.  How had I not noticed that?
 
 "You want the same things as your mother?" I asked.
 
 "Isn't that what we've talked about since the beginning?" she asked.
She sounded utterly and completely sure about herself.  I had gotten
into this really deep.
 
 "So when are you going to fuck me?" she asked.
 
 "I need to think about this," I said.  "Taking your virginity is an
important thing.  I don't want to just do it like it was nothing."
 
 "Well, you're taking my mother's virginity, even though it's anal,"
she said.  "It shouldn't be too different."
 
 "Let me think about this for a while," I said.  "I'll come over to
your house tonight, and we can talk about it."
 
 "OK," she said.  As she started walking away she turned to me and
said, "By the way, it's not just at home that I don't wear any
panties."
 
 +++++
 
 When I arrived at Karen's house that afternoon, I paid attention to
what both women were wearing.  Cheryl answered the door wearing a
black pleated skirt that came to mid- thigh and a red button down
blouse, tucked in tight and unbuttoned to her navel, clearly
demonstrating that she wore no bra.  She plastered her self to me,
throwing her arms around my neck, and while she gave me a welcome
kiss, I ran my hands up her bare thigh to cup her ass, confirming that
she wore no panties either.
 
 When I broke the kiss, I glanced over at Karen, waiting her turn.
She was wearing a white miniskirt and a white tank top that was
clearly designed to be worn under a cover- up, though it was equally
clear that she was not wearing anything above or below it.  Her
magnificent tits were clearly on display.  As her mother stepped away,
she stepped forward, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me
far more deeply than she would as simply a friend.  It wasn't entirely
intentional, but my hands slipped under her skirt just as they had for
her mother, and she gasped into my mouth as she felt my hands
squeezing the bare cheeks of her ass.
 
 When I broke the kiss, which Karen ended only reluctantly, Cheryl
asked, "Can I get you a drink or a snack, Jake?"
 
 I accepted, and we went to the kitchen to get a soda.  As Cheryl was
pouring, I asked Karen, "Where did you get that outfit?"
 
 "It's Helen's," she said defiantly.
 
 "Did she give you permission to wear it?" I asked.
 
 "No," she replied.
 
 "So you wore it, despite knowing that you might get a spanking for
 it?" I asked.
 
 "I had nothing appropriate to wear for you," she answered.  "It's
worth a spanking to be dressed correctly for you."
 
 I shook my head.  "We'll deal with that later.  Cheryl, can we sit
down and talk?  You too, Karen."
 
 We went to the living room, where they sat down on the couch, and I
sat on a chair across from them.  When I looked over at them, I could
see right between Cheryl's spread legs, up her skirt to her shaved
pussy.  Cheryl saw me glance at Karen's closed legs, and she reached
over to spread Karen's knees, affording me a view of her pink lips.
 
 "Sorry," Karen muttered.
 
 "You're encouraging her," I groaned to Cheryl.
 
 "I shouldn't?" she asked.
 
 "Why would you?" I asked.
 
 "Karen is a sexy woman," she replied.  "I want to make you happy, and
I thought that seeing Karen would make you happy."
 
 I sighed.
 
 "Tell your mother the question you asked me today," I instructed
Karen, trying not to be distracted by her puffy, glistening pussy.
 
 "I asked you when you were going to fuck my mother," she replied.
 
 "What did he answer?" Cheryl asked excitedly.
 
 "He didn't," Karen replied, and Cheryl groaned in disappointment.
 
 "Tell her the other question," I instructed.
 
 "I asked when he was going to fuck me," she told her mother.
 
 "Did he answer that?" her mother asked.
 
 "He wouldn't answer that either," Karen said disappointedly.
 
 "It doesn't bother you that Karen wants me to take her virginity?" I
 asked.
 
 "Someone is going to," Cheryl said.  "Why not you?  I believe that
you will do a good job of it, though you haven't given me an
opportunity yet to be sure."
 
   I sighed, realizing I was going to have to explain this.  "Look,
I'm going to tell you something, and it will have to stay between us.
I was dating someone else, and things started to get hot and heavy.  I
realized that soon we would be fucking, and I would be taking her
virginity.  I also realized that I wasn't ready to settle down and
commit just to her, and I didn't want to be the one that took her
virginity and then just dumped her.  I believe it is something that
you should do with someone you plan to love for the foreseeable
future."
 
 I paused for a moment, realizing that it still hurt me a lot to think
 about.
 
 "So that's why you broke up with Gemma, and why she was so pissed at
you," Karen murmured.  I just nodded.
 
 "When did you lose your virginity?" Cheryl asked.
 
 "A while ago," I said.
 
 "And was it with someone that you planned to spend the rest of your
life with?" she pressed.
 
 "It's complicated," I demurred.
 
 "Nevertheless, you seem to be placing an almost mystical meaning on
the deflowering of a maiden," she said.  "Yes, it is important to a
girl.  Yes, she will likely remember it the rest of her life.  But
that is also the case with her first kiss.  The first time she gets
felt up.  The first day of college.  Her prom night. The first time
she prepared her mother to masturbate. There are lots and lots of
memorable events, and this is just one of them. I think you are
blowing it out of proportion."
 
 I started to disagree, but Cheryl kept talking.  "There is another
thing though.  Let's say you do take Karen's virginity, then what?
Are you going to get rid of her?  Are you going to stop seeing me?
Let me ask you another question.  Do you love me?"
 
 I didn't know how to answer her last question.
 
 "I accept that you probably don't love me as a girlfriend, as your
one and only, but do you care for me?  Do you want to take care of me?
Do you care about my well-being?  Do you want what is best for me?"
 
 "Of course," I replied.
 
 "Then you love me.  Again, maybe not the way that you love a
girlfriend, but more like you'd love a family member.  And I'll tell
you something; that love is often far more enduring than the flare of
romantic love.  Tell me if you love me."
 
 I thought about it for a long time, while the women sat there in
silence.  I thought about what she said, really thought about it.
When I knew the answer, the one she already knew, I said, "Yes, I do
love you."
 
 "And do you love Karen?" she asked.
 
 I nodded.  Karen smiled brightly.
 
 "We both know that after you fuck us, you will have other women.  I
don't have a problem with that.  I don't think Karen will either." She
looked at Karen who shook her head.
 
 Cheryl continued in a very low voice.  "The life of a slave is much
different than the life of a girlfriend."
 
 Then she sat up straight and looked at me intently, and in a louder,
more confident tone asked, "So when are you going to fuck me?  When
are you going to take my virginity?"
 
 "You are a pushy little bitch, aren't you?" I asked with a smile.
 
 "So punish me," she said, not giving an inch.  "But answer my
 question."
 
 I looked back at her and said, "My parents are going away this
weekend.  I will do it on Friday night."
 
 Cheryl shuddered and squeezed her thighs together.  She took a deep
breath and asked, "When are you going to fuck my daughter?"
 
 "Which one?" I teased.
 
 "The one who's pussy you keep staring at!" she exclaimed.  Karen
spread her legs wider at that statement and looked at me expectantly.
 
 "Saturday," I replied.
 
 Karen squealed and reached over to hug her mother.  I just shook my
head, thinking about what I had gotten myself into.  Then both of them
launched themselves at me, nearly overturning the chair I was on.  I
had two squirming, big-breasted women pushing themselves at me,
kissing my face and neck.  My hands went around them, and seemingly on
their own slipped under their skirts and a finger slipped up into each
of them.  Karen gasped in surprise and tensed, but Cheryl groaned
deeply and seemed to melt into me.  I gave them each a quick kiss and
removed my hands from them.  They sat back as I licked each of my
fingers, comparing their tastes.  They tasted much alike, though Karen
was a bit sweeter.
 
 "Friday," I said.
 
 I got up to leave.  On my way out I told Karen, "You may not remove
that outfit until Helen has seen you in it.  You will accept a
spanking from either her or your mother, whatever she chooses.  And
you will receive it nude.  After it is done, you will thank Helen for
disciplining you because you behaved badly.  Do you understand?"
 
 Karen nodded while Cheryl smiled.  I shook my head as I left.
 


Chapter Nineteen: The Alexanders meet the Harrisons



 I was home that evening, thinking about what I was going to do that
weekend to make it special for Cheryl and Karen.  I had some ideas,
but that made me realize something.  My parents did not know anything
about what I was doing.  Now normally, I would expect that most
parents knew little about their children's sex lives, but I think my
parents were different.  They knew all about it, except this aspect.
More importantly, they could probably give me, could have given me,
excellent advice on the situation.
 
 I decided that I should talk to them, though I dreaded it, now that I
had kept it from them for so long.  Nevertheless, I asked if I could
talk to them after dinner.
 
 "What's up, son?" my father asked.
 
 I sighed and said, "I need to tell you about something that I have
been doing." Deciding to tell them the unvarnished truth, I proceeded
to discuss the situation with Helen, how that led to me dominating her
mother, and eventually Karen's involvement.  I ended by telling them
about my promise for this weekend, and some of my plans for keeping
it.  Throughout the thirty minutes or so that I was talking, my
parents were silent, though they did exchange some pointed glances.
 
 When I was done, I sat back in my chair, exhausted, waiting for the
backlash.  They just looked at each other for a few minutes, then my
father sighed.
 
 "You certainly jumped into the deep end of the pool, haven't you?" he
asked.  I just nodded.
 
 "So you want to tell them about how we live?" he asked.  I nodded
 again.
 
 "Well, I am not sure that what you did was the way that I would have
done it," he said.  "I am also pretty sure that I would have said you
were too young to be doing this.  However, you've done it.  I don't
know what would be worse, letting you go on with this and worry about
the consequences later, or telling you to stop, which would be very
unfair to Cheryl and Karen." He sighed again.
 
 "Let your mother and I discuss this, and we will talk about it in the
morning," he told me.
 
 I nodded, and had an uneasy night thinking about it.
 
 +++++
 
 In the morning, I was up very early.  I went down, and soon my
parents joined me.  I looked at them expectantly as Girl served us
breakfast.  During breakfast my father said, "Your mother and I have
discussed it.  Again, if you had come to us earlier we may have
recommended that you not go forward with your plans, but what's done
is done.  The way you tell it, you seem to be doing fairly well.  I'm
inclined to give you your head on this.  However, what I'd like to do
is invite the two of them over for dinner on Thursday, and have a
discussion with Cheryl alone.  After that, we'll tell you if you can
go ahead with this weekend.  Of course, that will mean explaining to
Cheryl about our lifestyle in advance, though you probably needn't
tell Karen anything about it yet."
 
 I wasn't thrilled about that, but then I thought about it, and I
realized that it would be good to have someone else to talk to about
my life.  For the longest time, I felt as if I had this huge secret
that I could not share with any of my friends.  I agreed with my dad,
and resolved to talk to Cheryl that afternoon.
 
 "Shall I just invite Cheryl and Karen, or should I invite Helen as
 well?" I asked.
 
 "Invite them all," my father told me.  "After dinner, you'll have to
keep them occupied while we have a chat with Cheryl."
 
 I nodded, and we finished breakfast in silence.
 
 +++++
 
 After school that day, I went over to Cheryl's house.  I knew that
the girls would not be home yet.  When I got there, Cheryl greeted me
directly from lying by the pool.  She was wearing the white bikini
that I loved so much.
 
 "Does Helen know that you wear that?" I asked.
 
 "Yes, she told me that I could have it," she said.  "She told me, and
I quote, ' I wouldn't want to wear it after it's been on your skanky
cunt'."
 
 "How did that make you feel?" I asked.
 
 "Mad.  I reminded her that she came out of my skanky cunt."
 
 I laughed at that one.  "Go take a dip, then I want to talk to you."
 
 She smiled at me and turned away, putting quite a wiggle into her
ass, which was completely exposed by her thong.  She walked to the
diving board and sliced into the pool, swimming under water until she
reached the edge, then pulling herself out.  She stood in front of me,
effectively nude in the now transparent bikini.
 
 She glanced down at my pants and asked, "Would you like me to relieve
you in some way?"
 
 "Yes, but I'd better not," I said.  "We need to talk for a bit."
 
 She sat down in a chair next to mine, spreading her legs so that I
could see the lips of her pussy on either side of the bikini bottom.
"Stop that," I said.  "I have to think about what I am saying."
 
 "Then why did you have me get wet?" she asked.
 
 "Because I'm still human!" I exclaimed.
 
 "Yes, sir," she said, entirely unrepentant.
 
 I sighed, smiled, then went on to the hard stuff.  "Remember that I
told you that I knew people who were like you?  That enjoyed being
submissive?  That were happy?"
 
 She nodded.
 
 "I want to tell you about one of them.  She's my mother.  She is a
slave, and my father is her master."
 
 Cheryl gasped.  "Really?" she asked.
 
 "Yes, and my father has been very open about it with me.  As a
consequence, I tell them about my sex life as well." Cheryl gasped
again.  "That's right, I told them about us."
 
 Cheryl looked panicked.  "They are going to call the police!  I'm
 going to jail!"
 
 She was looking around, almost hyperventilating.  She started to get
up, so I barked, "Cheri.  Sit down and stop talking!"
 
 She sat down, her eyes wide.  "Take a deep breath and calm down," I
ordered in the most dominant voice I could manage.  It worked, because
she took a few deep breaths.
 
 "Would I do anything to hurt you?" I asked.  She looked uncertain,
but she shook her head.
 
  "Don't worry about us getting into trouble," I told her.  "My
parents were upset, but not at you.  They were not worried that you
took advantage of their innocent child.  They were worried that I took
advantage of an inexperienced submissive!"
 
 What I said was finally starting to get through to her.  "Really?"
 she asked.
 
 I leaned forward and kissed her lightly.  "Really," I told her.  "My
parents aren't like most other people that you are likely to meet.
But they are curious about you, and they won't let me go through my
plans for the weekend until they get a chance to meet you and ensure
that I am not taking advantage of you."
 
 "You taking advantage of me?" she asked.
 
 "Yes, so you and your daughters are invited to my house for dinner
Thursday night," I told her.
 
 "What is going to happen?" she asked nervously.
 
 "We are all going to sit down to a nice dinner while my family gets
to know my friends, and my friends get to know my family," I
explained.  "After dinner, your daughters and I will go to the game
room and hang out while my parents have a little conversation with
you."
 
 "What are they going to say?" she asked.
 
 "I don't know," I admitted.  "But I do know that you should not be
worried.  The very worst thing that could happen is that they will
tell me that I can't carry out my weekend plans.  Other than that, you
will not get into trouble."
 
 "Are you sure?" she asked.  "What if they say that you can't take me
on Friday?" She sounded almost as scared of that as getting into
trouble.
 
 I leaned forward and kissed her again.  "Just be honest with them,
and I'm sure it won't come to that."
 
 "What should I wear?  What should we bring?" she asked, now getting
nervous about the impending dinner.
 
 "Dress nicely casual," I said.  "It won't be formal.  But just so
that you remember who you are, no panties."
 
 She gasped again.  "You want me to be at dinner with your parents
without panties?"  she asked.
 
 "Yes.  I want you to be at dinner with them, thinking about how their
little boy ordered you attend without panties.  How the very next
night, in the same house, you will be taken up the ass by that very
same boy.  That is how I want you."
 
 "Oh, God.  Yes, I'll do that," she said.
 
 "I never doubted it for a moment," I said.  I kissed her again and
told her, "Don't tell Karen what this dinner is all about.  It's just
a nice dinner with friends."
 
 "OK," she said.  I left before Karen arrived home.
 
 +++++
 
 Thursday night came, and we were at home preparing for our guests.
Girl was still dressed as a maid, in one of her less revealing
outfits, though as always, she was sans- panties.  When the doorbell
rang, I told Girl that I'd get it.  I opened the door, greeting the
three Harrison women.  "Thanks for coming," I told them.
 
 Helen walked in first, saying, "Thanks for inviting us."
 
 Cheryl came in next, and I gave her a kiss on her cheek,
surreptitiously sliding my hand under her dress, checking for panties.
She whispered in my ear, "Did you really think that I would disobey
you?"
 
 "Not really, but its fun to check," I said.
 
 Karen came in next, and she had seen what I had done.  "Going to
check me, too?" she asked.
 
 "Of course," I answered.  I kissed her cheek as well, while fondling
her other cheeks, which were bare as well.  We all moved to the living
room, where my parents were waiting.  They had met Helen before, on
the occasions when she was over, but I did the introductions for the
others.  We sat and chit-chatted as my parents got to know Cheryl a
little. I could tell that Cheryl was extremely nervous.
 
 We eventually went into the dining room for dinner.  Girl served us a
delicious meal.  Karen was definitely looking curious.  She knew that
something was up with her mother, but she could not tell what and
Helen had picked up on the dynamics as well.  Cheryl was trying to
behave normally, but she was very nervous.
 
 Dinner was finally over, and my father asked Cheryl if she would come
to the study to chat with him and my mother while I showed my friends
to the game room.  Cheryl nervously complied, and I took Helen and
Karen to the game room.
 
 When we got there, Helen asked, "What's with my mother?  She seemed
 so out of it."
 
 "Yeah," Karen chimed in.
 
 "She hasn't been here before, she's probably just nervous," I said.
 
 "Nervous about what?" Helen asked.  Then she looked at me shrewdly
and asked, "Nervous about meeting the parents of the boy she's
fucking?"
 
 Karen was indignant and said, "She has not fucked him, you bitch, so
keep your thoughts in your head!"
 
 We were both surprised at her strong reaction, but Helen pushed back.
"Maybe she hasn't and maybe she has, but she would in a heartbeat if
he asked her.  And he damn well controls just about everything about
her.  I'd be nervous if I were in her place."
 
 "Well you're not, so too bad for you!" Karen exclaimed.
 
 "Too bad for me?" Helen demanded.
 
 "Just because you are jealous of Mom, it doesn't mean you can be a
 bitch to her!"
 
 "Jealous?  Me? Hah!" However, Helen looked nervously at me.  That
surprised me.  To avoid a fight, however, I decided to change the
subject.
 
 "How about a game of pool?" I asked.
 
 "Strip pool?" Karen asked.
 
 "Right! You are such a slut!" Helen huffed back.
 
 "Karen, you are trying to antagonize her," I observed.  "I want you
 to stop it now."
 
 "OK," she demurred instantly.
 
 "Damn!  If only I could get that kind of instant obedience!" Helen
said, shaking her head.
 
 "You might be able to if you went about it a different way," Karen
 replied.
 
 "Oh yeah, what would you know about it?" Helen asked.
 
 "I may not know how to control people, but I know how people like
being controlled," she replied.
 
 "That's enough," I said, and Karen piped down.
 
 Karen picked up a pool cue and said, "I'll play you.  You break.  For
every ball you sink, I'll take off one item of clothing."
 
"That's not necessary," I said.  Nevertheless, she racked the balls
and I broke.  It was not a particularly good break, and only one ball
dropped into the hole.

 Karen stood up and pulled her dress over her head.  She stood there,
nude, and said, "Whoops, that's all the clothes that I have."
 
 I was just staring at her, and Helen said, "Put your clothes back on,
 you slut!"
 
 "No," I said.  Helen looked at me in surprise, and I told her, "She
made a deal, she's going to keep it."
 
 "Oh, yeah?" Helen asked.  "And what is she going to take off when you
sink the next ball?"
 
 "For each ball I sink," I explained, "Karen will go another day
without being allowed to wear clothing at home."
 
 "Really," Helen said evilly.  "And what happens when I have friends
 over?"
 
 "Doesn't matter," I said.
 
 Karen was looking at me in shock.
 
 "You were playing with fire, and you knew it.  Are you willing to pay
the cost?" I asked.
 
 She nodded and handed me the chalk.  "It's still your turn," she
 said.
 
 We ended the game with me sinking nine balls.  I must admit that it
was quite nice standing behind her as she leaned over to hit the ball.
Or standing on her side, watching her tits hang down.  When Helen saw
that I was watching, she said, 'Perv,', but Karen preened.
 
 "So you've got my mother, and now, apparently, you've got my sister,"
Helen said.  "Am I next?"
 
 "You wish," Karen muttered.
 
 I had warned her, but she was still surprised and jumped when I
slapped her across her ass.  She rubbed her ass, then got a sexy look
and bent back over the table.  She looked back and me sexily and said,
"Thank you sir, may I have another?"
 
 Helen snorted and I just shook my head.  "It's not much of a
punishment if you enjoy it."
 
 "But I don't," Karen said in a syrupy voice.  "It hurts ever so much,
and I dread it, but I must take my punishment."
 
 "Get up before I let Helen have a go at you," I said with a laugh.
 
 But Karen turned to Helen and while looking sexily at her said to me,
"Oh will you?  If I must, I'll have to take it."
 
 "Oh.  My.  God!  You are such a slut!" Helen said.  I must admit, I
had to agree.  I also had to adjust my pants.
 
 "Get up Karen," I said, and she sexily pushed herself up.  I thought
back a week, at the conservative, almost frumpy Karen, and I couldn't
believe it.
 
 When the game was over, I had Karen re-dress, though she was not
eager to do so.  Before we went upstairs, Helen asked me her question
again.  "You never answered me.  What do you plan to do with me?  What
are you going to do with my whole family?"
 
 "I don't plan to do anything to you," I said.  "As for the rest of
your family, that is for me to work out with them, individually." She
just shook her head.
 
 We went back to the kitchen, where Girl gave us a drink and a little
more dessert.  We were joined shortly by my parents and a much more
relaxed looking Cheryl.  We talked a bit more, then we walked them to
the door.  Before they left, Cheryl gave me a kiss, in front of her
daughters and my parents.  It was not a little kiss.  Helen and Karen
were probably the two most surprised, but I was not far behind.  She
whispered in my ear, "I'll see you tomorrow night!" Then she left,
taking her daughters with her.
 
 "What did you talk about?" I asked.
 
 "Oh, no," my father said.  "That is for you to discuss with Cheryl.
However, you do have my permission to have both her and Karen over for
the weekend." Then he took my mother's hand and pulled her after him,
a gleam in both their eyes.
 


Chapter Twenty: Cheryl's Big Night



 I was very excited about Friday night.  I had set up as much as I
could in advance, and I hope that it did not freak out the Harrisons
too much.  I rushed home from school, and discovered my parents were
already gone.  I pushed Girl immediately into service.  I had spent
half of the night before discussing with her in detail what her role
would be.
 
 I finished all preparations by 6:00, and there was still another hour
before my ladies would arrive.  I paced for a while, and actually
considered using Girl to relieve my tension, but decided that would be
unfair to Cheryl.  Finally, I just took a long shower and dressed.
 
 I looked out the window and saw that Cheryl and Karen were sitting at
the curb in Cheryl's car.  At precisely 7:00, the doorbell rang.  Girl
went to answer the door, much to the ladies surprise.  She was wearing
a maid outfit, of course, but it was more risqu� than the previous
evenings.  She curtsied to the ladies, saying, "Mistress Cheryl,
Mistress Karen, welcome.  The Master has asked that you follow me."
 
 Girl twirled away, leaving them wondering if she was wearing any
panties; following her upstairs removed any doubt.  Karen and Cheryl
gave each other a look, wondering what was going on.
 
 Girl led them to a closed door and said, "Mistress Cheryl, the Master
has left you clothing on the bed.  He has instructed me to inform you
that you are to wear only what is on the bed.  You may use the
bathroom to freshen up if you choose to.  Someone will be in to
retrieve you in approximately 20 minutes."
 
 After Cheryl had entered the room, Girl led Karen to another room and
opened the door for her.  "There is clothing on the bed for you.  The
Master has instructed me to inform you that you are to wear those
clothes only.  The Master will be here in 10 minutes to explain your
role in this evening's activity."
 
 Girl then came to me to inform me that everything was ready.  I took
a deep breath, then I headed down to Karen's room.  I entered without
knocking, drawing a little shriek of surprise from Karen.  She was
dressed in the exact outfit that Girl had on.
 
 "What is going on?" she asked.
 
 "You know what is going on," I told her with a smile.
 
 "In general, yes, but why I am in this outfit.  And what is the deal
with the maid?" she asked.
 
 "Girl is going to be assisting in tonight's festivities," I
explained.  "As for why you are wearing what you are wearing, tonight
is Cheri's night.  Your job, as you know, is to prepare her for me.
Therefore, tonight you will be her personal maid.  Girl will be mine.
Girl will tell you what to do and help you in some things.  Your sole
responsibility is to ensure that Cheri is ready for me, and that she
is happy."
 
 "Do you mean that Girl knows what you are going to do tonight?" she
 asked.
 
 "Girl will assist in what we are going to do tonight," I told her.
She looked surprised, but I just continued with her instructions.
"You will wait here for another five minutes, while I go downstairs.
Then, you will go into the room where Cheri is and say, 'Mistress
Cheri, your presence is requested downstairs.' When you say that, you
are to curtsy.  Do you know how to curtsy?"
 
 "I think so," she said, and she showed me.
 
 "Almost," I said.  "A little deeper, lift the skirt slightly higher
and lean forward more." I had her practice until I felt that it was
right, then I led her in front of a mirror to show her how she looked.
When she performed the maneuver, her face turned red as she realized
that both her nipples and the lips of her pussy were visible.
 
 "After you bring her downstairs, you are to lead her to the dining
room.  Then, you are to spend the rest of the meal helping Girl serve
and following her directions.  When you are not otherwise occupied,
you are to stand to the side and behind Cheri's chair, ready to serve
her as necessary.  Tonight, you are to obey everyone's instructions.
Mine, Girl's and your mother's, in that order.  Do you understand?"
 
 "Yes," she said.
 
 "Yes, sir," I told her.
 
 "Yes, sir, I understand," she said, curtsying deeply.
 
 "Excellent.  I'll see you downstairs."
 
 I proceeded downstairs, where Girl was waiting.  She curtsied deeply
as well, saying, "Everything is ready, sir."
 
 "Excellent," I replied.  We went into the dining room and she held
the chair for me to sit down and wait.
 
 Shortly, the door to the dining room opened, and Karen walked in,
gesturing for Cheri to follow her.  I looked Cheri up and down.  Her
blond hair was just starting to grow in the back, but was still quite
short.  She was wearing a white sheath, exposing just a little of her
cleavage, but cut so tightly that she could not possibly have worn
underwear.  I was quite nervous about whether the dress I had selected
would fit, but I was pleased to see that it had.  Tight around her
neck was a single black band with a white cameo in front.  I couldn't
see it from where I was, but I knew it was of a kneeling slave girl.
 
 I got up as the women entered the room, and I walked over and took
Cheri's hands, kissing her on the cheek.  "You look absolutely lovely
tonight," I said.  "How do you feel?"
 
 "Nervous.  Excited.  I don't know," she said.
 
 "Come," I said, gesturing to her chair.  I held it out for her, and
she sat down.  Girl held out my chair and then poured us each a drink.
She then gestured for Karen to follow her into the kitchen.
 
 When they were gone, she asked, "What is going on?"
 
 "That question seems to be asked a lot tonight," I said.  "What do
 you want to know?"
 
 "What is with the maid and Karen?" she asked.
 
 "The maid's name is Girl, and she will be with us all evening.  I
think that you already know Karen."
 
 "What do you mean she will be with us all night?" Cheri asked.
 
 "Remember when I told you that I knew other submissives?  Well Girl
is another one.  She is a slave, and she belongs to my parents," I
said.
 
 "Really?" she asked, seemingly torn between excitement and confusion.
 
 "Really," I told her.  "Girl has been with us since I was a baby.
She is a complete slave."
 
 "And she is going to be here all night?" she asked nervously.
 
 "She will be participating," I said.  "She is going to teach Karen
how to prepare you.  And she will teach you how to help Karen as
well."
 
 The maids came back with the appetizer, and Cheri fell silent.  After
they served us, they took positions at the side of our chair.
 
 Cheri kept looking at Girl, and finally her curiosity overcame her
trepidation.  "Girl?"  she said.
 
 "Yes, mistress?" Girl replied.
 
 "Are you really a slave?" she asked.
 
 Karen gasped, but Girl said, "Yes, mistress."
 
 "Are you happy?" she asked.
 
 "Constantly, mistress," she said with an encouraging smile.
 
 "Are you well treated?" Cheri asked.
 
 "Of course not, mistress," Girl replied.  Seeing Cheri's confused
look, she explained, "I am treated as my owners see fit.  Well or not,
it makes no difference."
 
 "What are you trying to ask?" I inquired of Cheri.
 
 "I want to understand what it is to be a slave," she said in a quiet
 voice.
 
 "Girl might not be the optimal role model," I said.  "My father
explained it to me very early.  There is not a single type of master
or a single type of slave.  It is a spectrum.  Some people are very
dominant.  Some are very submissive.  Most fall in the middle.  Helen,
for instance, appears to be a tad on the dominant side." Cheri and
Karen smiled at that.  "My mother is definitely submissive, but only
part way down the spectrum.  Girl is very far down the spectrum.  She
is so submissive that she would hurt herself to obey a command.  I
think that if you want to get more insight, you'd be better off
talking to my mother, or perhaps another woman I could introduce you
to.  Girl can teach you much, but you have to temper her attitudes."
 
 Cheri looked a little skeptical, so I thought that a demonstration
would be in order.  "Girl, hold your breath," I instructed.  I heard
an intake of air behind me.  "The problem with listening to everything
that Girl says is that she is completely devoted.  She cannot or will
not comprehend that her opinion, or even her well-being, makes a
difference to the commands that she is given.  When ordered to do
something, she will attempt to carry it out, regardless of the
consequences to her.  I don't think that you would, or should, go to
such extremes.
 
 "My mother, on the other hand, has a carefully defined set of limits
with my father.  He will push her, but only to her limits.  She will
not put up with more.  Sometimes, they will agree to push things, but
it is a mutual agreement.  I think, knowing you as I do, that you will
definitely want to set limits."
 
 I turned to look at Girl, who was definitely starting to turn red.
She was untying the strings of the apron around her waist, so I
quickly said, "Use only your own control."
 
 I then turned back to a shocked Cheri and said, "If I had not told
her that, she might have tied something around her neck to keep her
from breathing, even past the point of unconsciousness.  I don't want
to hurt her, so I won't let her do that.  On her side, she trusts me
not to allow her to be hurt.  If she were to trust the wrong person,
she could be seriously hurt or even killed."
 
 Karen and Cheri were looking behind me in fascination when I heard an
explosive expulsion of air, followed by ragged breathing.  Girl
dropped to her knees and put her head down.  "I'm sorry that I failed
you, sir!  Please punish me!"
 
 I looked at Karen and said, "In the room that you changed in is a
dresser.  In the top drawer are a number of items.  Bring me the whip
with the dozen or so strips." She looked at me in surprise, so I
reinforced my command, saying, "Now!"
 
 She scampered away, and Cheri looked at me in shock.  Karen was back
quickly, holding the whip.  I took it from her and said to them, "Girl
did very well.  She does not deserve punishment.  But I know Girl, and
in her mind, she has failed me.  She released the breath before she
lost consciousness or I allowed her to breathe.  Therefore, she has
failed me, and she will be emotionally distraught until she feels she
is appropriately punished.  It is my responsibility to make her feel
better."
 
 I turned to Girl and said, "Girl, punishment position." She stood and
bent over the table, raising her skirt.
 
 I stepped behind her and quickly brought the whip down ten times.
When I was done, she stood up and said, "Thank you, sir.  I'll try
harder next time."
 
 She took her position behind me again, as if nothing had happened.  I
laid the whip next to my plate on the table and turned back to Cheri
and Karen.  "So when you listen to what Girl advises you, temper it
with common sense, OK?"
 
 They both nodded, Karen looking a bit shell-shocked.  I finished the
appetizer and the maids took away our plates, bringing our soup.
 
 "You look lovely," I told Cheri.
 
 "Thank you," Cheri said.  "I love the dress."
 
 "I got it with you in mind," I told her.  "Tell me how you are
 feeling now."
 
 "Scared," she said.
 
 "Good," I told her.  "You should be scared submitting to someone.  Is
that the only emotion that you have?"
 
 "The strongest one," she said.
 
 "Karen, please check to see if Cheri is wet," I instructed.  She
looked at me in surprise, but then she leaned over, showing me her
breasts in the process, and ran her finger up between Cheri's lips.
She held the finger up for me to see, and it glistened.
 
 I held my hand out for her to put her hand in, and I pulled it to my
mouth.  I loved the way Cheri tasted.
 
 "It appears that lust and excitement are pretty strong emotions as
well," I said to Cheri.  She blushed and nodded.
 
 We ate our soups in silence.  The maids cleared the dishes and
brought out the main course.  I dismissed the maids to go eat in the
kitchen, while I talked to Cheri.
 
 "Tell me about the conversation that you had with my parents," I
 demanded.
 
 "It was weird," she said.  "They called me in and your father said,
'We know that you have a relationship with our son.  We want to talk
to you about it.  We will not interfere if we feel that it is
appropriate.'
 
 "I asked how they could possibly see a relationship between me and
you as appropriate, and he said, 'From what I know so far, there is
more of a chance that we will find it appropriate than not.'
 
 "I was surprised by that, and even more so when your mother said,
'Tell me how Jake makes you feel.'
 
 "I didn't know how to answer that.  Your mother told me not to worry,
just to say what I felt, so I told them.  I said that you made me feel
taken care of, that you made me feel protected, that you made me feel
deserving.
 
 "They asked me deserving of what, and I said love." She lowered her
eyes and didn't speak for a while.
 
 "Then your mother asked, 'Does he turn you on?' Your own mother
wanted to know if her son turned me on!"
 
 "What did you say?" I asked with a smile.
 
 "I said, 'Yes, he turns me on more than any other person, regardless
of age, has ever turned me on.  And that is before he had sex with
me.'" She blushed again.
 
 "Then what did they say?" I asked.
 
 "They asked me if I understood about being a submissive.  They asked
me about my history with men.  I'm not sure why, but I was completely
honest with them.  Your mother made me feel really at ease.  They
asked me what I felt my future with you was.  I told them that I
didn't know, and unfortunately, I didn't care.  I just wanted to be
with you."
 
 "Then what happened?" I asked, curiously.
 
 "She asked about Karen.  She asked how I felt about the fact that my
lover would also be having sex with my virgin daughter.  I told them
that I couldn't think of anyone I'd rather see her lose her virginity
to.  She asked if I would be jealous, and I told her that I didn't
know, that I hoped I wouldn't be, but only time would tell."
 
 "Then?" I pressed.
 
 "Your mother stood up and said, 'I hope things work out.' She kissed
me and gave me her blessing.  She said that I was free to come over
this weekend, and that she hoped I enjoyed myself, and that I'd better
obey you well."
 
 She looked up at me, and tears were in her eyes.  "She made me feel
 welcome."
 
 "She knows what it feels like to be you," I told her.  She nodded.
 
 "I think that you will be coming over here to have many talks with
her," I said.  She nodded again.
 
 We finished eating in silence, though Cheri kept glancing at me with
a mischievous look in her eyes.  Soon we were done, and the maids came
to remove the plates.  They returned shortly and Girl asked, "Where
will you be having your dessert?"
 
 "In my room," I said.  "Please have Karen help you prepare it."
 
 "Yes, sir," she said, and walked to the other side of Cheri.  "Please
come with us, Mistress Cheri," she said.
 
 "Me?" Cheri asked.
 
 "Of course, Mistress Cheri," Karen said with a smile and a pussy
exposing curtsy.  "Don't you realize that you are the dessert?"
 
 Cheri looked at me with a smile, then she stood and followed the
 maids out.
 
 Girl and Karen took Cheri up to the master bathroom.  "Remove your
clothes, please, Mistress Cheri," Girl instructed Cheri.
 
 She did so, and Girl turned to Karen and said, "You too, Mistress
 Karen."
 
 "Why?" Karen asked.
 
 "First of all, because you will get messy otherwise," Girl explained.
"Second, I believe that Master instructed you to obey my
instructions."
 
 "He did.  I'm sorry."
 
 Girl removed her clothes as well, and soon all three were naked.
 
 "Now draw Mistress Cheri a bath," Girl instructed Karen.
 
 While Karen was filling the tub, Girl was preparing her task.
 
 "What is that?" Karen asked.
 
 "It's an enema bag," Girl explained.
 
 "An enema?" Karen asked.  Cheri looked nervous.
 
 "Master is going to be taking Mistress Cheri's ass tonight.  You
don't want him to get his cock dirty.  So we will clean out Mistress
Cheri." She turned to Cheri and said, "Bend over the edge of the tub."
 
 As Cheri complied, Girl told Karen, "Make sure that you grease this
very well.  You don't want to hurt her." She showed Karen what to do,
then put a blob of lube on Karen's finger.  "Now make sure that she is
lubed inside as well." Karen pushed her finger into Cheri's ass.
Cheri moaned, then moaned again when Girl pushed the nozzle in.  She
opened the valve and the warm water started flowing in.
 
 As Cheri filled, Girl instructed both of them.  "If I were you, I
would make sure that I was always clean.  You never know when he will
want to take your ass.  In fact, I would make sure that not only was I
clean, but that I was also always well lubed.  That way, if he came
over to fuck Mistress Karen, but he decides at the last minute that he
wants to fuck Mistress Cheri's ass, there will be no extra preparation
or delay."
 
 When she felt that Cheri was full enough, she pulled the nozzle out
and said, "Hold it in for a while.  It is uncomfortable, but
deliciously so."
 
 Cheri soon said, "It's starting to hurt."
 
 Girl asked, "Do you want to empty it, or wait a little longer?"
 
 Cheri thought and then said, "Maybe I'll wait a little."
 
 "How does it feel, Mom?" Karen asked.
 
 "You'll find out," Girl said with a smile.  Then she helped Cheri up
and put her on the toilet.
 
 "Are you going to go out?" Cheri asked.
 
 "Of course not," Girl said.
 
 Cheri looked extremely embarrassed as she unclenched.  She released
the liquid in a rush.  Girl instructed Karen on cleaning Cheri, then
had Cheri lean over the tub again for a repeat procedure.  When they
were all done, Girl instructed Cheri to relax in the tub.  She sat on
the edge behind Cheri and washed her hair, and instructed Karen to get
in the tub and wash Cheri's body.  When she was clean, Girl had her
stand in the tub as they ran clean water over her.
 
 The two maids took her to the makeup area and started preparing her.
Soon, her hair was dried and coifed, and she had a light coating of
makeup.  When they were finished, Girl had her bend over the counter.
"This is the most important part," she explained to Karen.  "You want
to make sure that she is completely ready."
 
 She handed Karen a tube of lubricant and Karen applied it.  She
rubbed it around the edge of Cheri's hole, then slipped a finger in.
"Use more lube," Girl instructed.  "Put it on two fingers and make
sure that she is well coated inside." Karen did as instructed, and
soon Cheri's asshole was glistening.
 
 "Does she need any lube on her pussy?" Girl asked.
 
 Karen snorted as she wiped a different finger over Cheri's pussy.
"She's drenched, the slut!"
 
 Girl reached over and did the same to Karen, taking her by surprise.
She held up a finger, glistening.  "It appears as if she is not the
only slut!"
 
 Cheri stood up and moved right up to Girl.  She looked her in the
eyes as she ran her hand down Girl's body, dipping it between her
legs.  She brought her fingers up, also glistening.  "It looks like we
are all sluts here."
 
 "Then all is right in the world," Girl said with a smile.
 
 She took Cheri's hand and lightly kissed her on her lips.  "It's time
to get you out to your master," she whispered.  Girl and Karen helped
Cheri put on the white chemise and helped her step into the sheer
white thong.
 
 "Are you ready, Mistress Cheri?" Girl asked.
 
 "Yes," Cheri breathed.
 
 Girl and Karen quickly got into their maid outfits, then each took
one of Cheri's arms and led her into my bedroom.
 
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 I was laying in bed, dressed only in black silk boxers, when the door
opened and Cheri came into the room, Girl on her left, Karen on her
right.  She looked beautiful.  They had been gone for a very long
time, and the whole time I had been thinking about what was going on
in the other room.  Needless to say, my cock was straining my shorts.
 
 I looked at Cheri, standing there in white.  She took my breath away.
I stood up and held my arms open to her.  She moved into them and I
kissed her deeply.  I lost touch to everything in the world but her
mouth on my lips, her tongue in my mouth and her body pressed to mine.
 
 I couldn't stop my hands from roaming everywhere, over her ass, down
her back, around to her magnificent tits.  The whole time, her mouth
was plastered to mine, and she was moaning.  Finally, she pulled away
and said, "Please, Jake, please!  I've been waiting so long.  Don't
make me wait any longer.  Please take me now.  Please fuck my ass.
Please, just take me!"
 
 I stepped back and nodded to Girl.  She and Karen stepped forward and
pulled the chemise off of Cheri.  I held up my hand to stop them as I
took in her beauty.  Finally, I let them continue, and they pulled the
panties off.  Girl whispered to Karen, and Karen took Cheri to the bed
and positioned her on her hands and knees.  Girl, meanwhile, came to
me and dropped to her knees in front of me.
 
 She reached up and pulled my underwear off, causing my cock to pop
straight up.  Then she moved her head and took my cock in her mouth.
"Oh, she is sucking on his cock!"  Karen told Cheri, who was not
positioned to see.  Cheri turned her head to see Girl swallowing my
cock.  Then I pulled her head off and she reached over and took some
lube.  She poured a huge dollop onto the palm of her hand, and started
jacking it up and down my cock.
 
 "She's lubing him up for you!" Karen said, oblivious to the fact that
Cheri was watching as well.
 
 I knelt behind Cheri, looking at her sexy ass and gleaming, engorged
pussy.  I started to kneel down to take a taste when Cheri begged,
"Please, don't!"
 
 I looked up in surprise, and she continued.  "Of course, you can do
what you want, but you've been telling me how you would be taking my
ass.  I've been anticipating it for so long.  I've been waiting.  I
don't want anything to take away from it.  I don't want you to know me
any other way before you take my ass.  Please can you grant my
request?"
 
 I shook my head, thinking of what I had created.  I beckoned to
Karen.  She came over and I took her hand, put her index and middle
fingers together, and poured a dollop of lube onto it.  She knew what
I wanted, and she went to Cheri and inserted her fingers into her
already oily behind.  Then she moved to the side as I knelt behind
Cheri.
 
 Girl went to Cheri's head and sat cross-legged just in front of her.
She brought Cheri's head up to look at her and asked, "Are you ready
to give yourself to your new master?"
 
 Still looking at Girl, Cheri nodded.  The question was a tad more
extreme than I would have asked, so I asked it myself.  "Are you ready
for me to take you?"
 
 "Yes," Cheri breathed.
 
 "Do you want me to take you?" I asked her.
 
 "God, yes, please," she begged.
 
 I looked at Karen, who understood and took my slimy cock in her hand.
Girl told Cheri, "Mistress Karen has Master's cock in her hand.  She's
rubbing it up and down, like she doesn't want to let it go.  Now she's
pulling it to you.  Oh, do you feel that?  That's your master's cock.
Are you ready for it?  Are you ready?"
 
 I reached under Cheri to touch her clit as I pushed slowly into her
ass.  She had been taking the butt-plugs for a while, so it was not
too much of a stretch, but lord was she tight!  I pushed all the way
in one slow stroke, not stopping until my stomach was against her ass.
 
 She hissed the whole way in, and Girl said, "Isn't it so good?
Aren't you so much happier now that you have him?" Cheri just nodded.
"Ask him for what you want.  You know you want it.  Beg him."
 
 "Please, Jake, please, please fuck my ass.  Fuck me hard.  Make me
 yours!"
 
 I grabbed Karen's hand, the one that had not been in Cheri's ass, and
put it on Cheri's clit.  I needed both hands to grab her hips, then I
started pumping at her.  The sight of her before me, the feel of
Karen's tit's on my arm, the sound of Cheri's moaning and Girl's
whispered profanity made it a certainty that I was not going to last
very long.
 
 "I'm getting ready to cum in you.  Are you ready?" I asked.  Karen's
hand started moving faster.
 
 "He's going to put his essence in you," Girl said.  "Are you ready
for it?  Are you ready to take your master's seed?"
 
 "God, yes!  Please cum in my ass.  Take my ass!  It's yours!" Cheri
 cried.
 
 I reached my limit and slammed my cock deep into her.  She cried out
as Karen's hand pinched and rubbed her clit and Girl reached under her
to squeeze her nipples.  She screamed as she came, as she felt me cum,
as she felt me grind into her.  Her back remained arched long after my
final squirt of cum filled her rectum, then she finally dropped her
head into Girl's lap.
 
 "You're his now," Girl whispered, over and over again as she stroked
Cheri's hair.  I would have to have a long talk with Girl.  The things
that she had said were quite a bit more extreme than I had talked to
her about.  But I guess a slave, even as compliant a slave as Girl,
still has their own ideas of how things work.
 
 I slowly pulled out of Cheri, and as I did, I realized that Karen was
there with a few damp washcloths.  When I pulled out, she wiped my
cock off, getting all the grease off.  She also wiped down the area
surrounding Cheri's ass.  I noticed that she didn't wipe off her
asshole, and when I gave her a look, she said, "Girl told me not to
wipe your cum off of her.  She should feel it oozing out."
 
 I shook my head again and collapsed on the side of Cheri.  I pulled
her over on to me and gave her a kiss.  "Was it what you expected?" I
asked.
 
 "It was so much more," she said sounding content.
 
 "Are you happy?" I asked.
 
 "I couldn't be happier right now!" she said.
 
 I smiled at that.
 
 Girl got up and went to the bathroom, coming back with more
washcloths, this time a soapy one.  She wiped down my shrunken cock,
then dried it off.  "Just in case you need to use it again, soon," she
said.  Then she took Karen's hand and they left Cheri and me alone.
The excitement of the evening had taken its toll, and soon we were
both asleep.
 
 In the morning I woke up to a lovely feeling.  I had woken up to
blowjobs before, but really, is it ever a bad thing to wake up to?
I'd had deeper blowjobs and I'd had harder blowjobs.  But I don't
think I'd ever felt anything quite so intense.  It felt as if her
whole being was concentrated on my cock.  It felt as if nothing
existed but my cock and her mouth.  I looked down at her.  She wasn't
paying attention to anything other than my cock.  She was caressing
it, loving it with her tongue.
 
 I let the feelings flow over me.  It was intense, almost an out of
body experience.  Soon, all too soon, I let the feelings wash through
me, and I came.  It felt like it started in my toes and rushed up my
legs, slamming down my cock and into her mouth.  I could feel her
running her tongue all over, trying to get my cum on every spot.  She
held me in her mouth until I was through, then slowly pulled off,
taking every drop of cum with her.  I could see that she still had my
cum in her mouth, that she was moving it all around.  Finally, I could
see her swallow.
 
 She looked up at me, her head resting on my thigh.  "I've wanted to
do that for months and months.  Sometimes, I would dream of it all day
long.  Thank you for allowing me to have your cum."
 
 "I can assure you, it was my pleasure," I said with a smile.
 
 "Would you like a shower or bath?" she asked.
 
 "A shower would be lovely," I said.
 
 We went to the bathroom together.  She went to the toilet, lifted the
lid and sat down, then unashamedly released her piss.  She looked at
me, smiling, as she finished and wiped herself.  Then she stood up,
raised the seat, and took hold of my cock, pointing at the bowl.  I
had to tell her to stop stroking it, or I would not be able to pee.
Finally, I released my stream of urine as she moved it around the
bowl.
 
 When I was done, she surprised me by taking my cock into her mouth
instead of shaking it off.  She sucked it clean, then licked her lips
as she looked at me.  She made a shower and we both got in.  For the
first time, I really got acquainted with her body.  I ran my hands
over her breasts, hefting them, squeezing them, feeling them.  They
were marvelous.  She rubbed her whole body on mine as I explored her,
front and back.  She knelt down and soaped up her tits, rubbing my
cock between them.  I turned her around, squeezing her ass.  All in
all, I was extremely pleased with her body.
 
 By the time we were done in the shower, I was very clean, very
waterlogged, and very hard.  We got out and she dried us off, then
pulled me back to the bedroom.  "I have one more request," she said.
"You've had my ass and my mouth, now please, can you take me in my
pussy and cum deep inside me?"
 
 She was looking at me with such longing.  How can you say no when a
beautiful woman is begging you to fuck her, to cum in her.  I didn't.
But this time, no amount of requests or cajoling was going to get me
to rush my enjoyment of her.  I started at her feet and kissed my way
up.  When I got to her pussy, I licked, I sucked, I tongue-fucked, I
bit.  I spent a long time savoring her, and the fact that I was able
to make her cum twice just added to the pleasure.  Finally, I started
up her body, crawling between her legs.
 
 It was at that point that I realized that Girl and Karen were
standing on either side of the bed.  As I passed Cheri's tits, taking
time to nibble on them, Karen asked, "May I put it in?"
 
 I said yes, and I felt her small hand grasp my hard cock.  Cheri
lifted her hips when she felt Karen place the tip of my cock at her
opening.  Then Karen pushed on my ass, and I was balls-deep into
Cheri.  Cheri gasped as she felt me, felt Karen's hand trapped between
us.  Karen pulled her hand out as I pulled back for my next stroke,
and then all I could think about was the feeling that I was getting as
I plowed into Cheri.  I kissed her, and she slammed her tongue into my
mouth.  Then she ran her tongue all around my wet face, cleaning off
her juices.  I felt a hand between us, and looked up to see Girl
squeezing Cheri's tits.
 
   I had cum twice in the last twelve hours, the most recent time less
than an hour before, so I was in no rush to cum.  Cheri, on the other
hand, seemed to be in quite a hurry.  She came after the first dozen
strokes, screaming my name.  I continued pumping her until she reached
a second orgasm, then I rolled over, pulling her on top of me.  I came
out of her as we rolled, and she frantically rushed to get me back in
her.  Then she started bouncing up and down on me.  I felt a weight
settle on my knees, and I could feel a hot, sticky cunt rubbing on my
lower thighs, then I saw Girl's hand come around Cheri and start
pinching her nipples.  Girl started whispering into Cheri's ear; I
couldn't tell what she was saying, but it was driving Cheri crazy.
She as bouncing up and down, nearly dislodging me with each stroke.
 
 I looked to the side and saw Karen standing there, looking at Cheri
in awe.  I pulled her arm, guiding her face to mine.  I kissed her
deeply, and she returned it.  I whispered to her, "Do you like what
you are seeing?"
 
 She nodded.
 
 "Do you want it for yourself?" I asked.
 
 She nodded again.
 
 "Tonight," I promised.  Then I released her, and went back to
concentrating on the wild woman riding me.  I heard Girl say something
to Karen, then Karen moved away.  She went to Girl, who did something
that I couldn't see.  Then she pushed Cheri forward so that she was on
her hands above me, but she also grabbed Cheri's short hair between
her fingers and pulled her up, arching her back so that Cheri's tits
were pointing right at me.  I leaned forward to take a bite when I
realized why Girl had done that, as I felt Girl's finger worm its way
into Cheri's ass.
 
 I bit down on her nipple as I felt Girl's finger against my cock
through the thin wall, and it sent Cheri over the edge.  The combined
sensations did it for me as well, and I bellowed that I was cumming up
her cunt.  She screamed, "Yes!" then froze as I pumped spurt after
spurt into her.  Then she just collapsed on top of me.
 
 We relaxed for a moment, my cock still buried in her, when Girl
whispered in my ear, "Sir, if I've been a good slave, may I clean you
and Mistress Cheri off with my mouth?"
 
 She had been a little too over the top in some of the things that she
had said to the women, but all in all, she had definitely been good.
So I nodded to her.  I hooked my legs around Cheri, and wrapped my
arms around her back, pulling her up a little.  First she groaned in
pleasure as she felt the full body embrace.  Then she groaned in
displeasure as she felt me pull my cock out of her body.  Finally, she
gasped in surprise as she felt Girl's tongue start lapping at her
sensitive pussy.  She tried to pull away, but I held her tight.
 
 "She's licking me!" she told me.
 
 "I know.  She was a good slave, so she is being rewarded," I told
 her.
 
 Cheri thought about that, then relaxed into me, raising her head to
kiss me as Girl delved deeper.  I was pretty sure that she was quite
clean, but Girl kept at it until Cheri had cum again.  Then she moved
down and took my messy cock into her mouth.  It took her less time to
clean me off, and I had her stop before she excited me again.  I had
plans for the evening, and I needed my strength.
 
 I pushed Cheri off of me and looked around at the three women around
my bed.  Karen giggled as she saw my cock twitching, but what is a boy
to do?
 
 "Wenches, make me breakfast!" I demanded, and the three of them,
laughing, went to comply.
 


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As I've always said, a good editor is critical, and I've had a few
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more distracting to read had they not fixed the myriad of errors that
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