Nanny3: Back to School 3/14 (Ff+/F, reluc) by LCDRJMC and Greatness Standard Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction (honest!). It is intended for Adults Only, so if you're not--then go away. It is not intended for sale, but if you'd like to pass it around, feel free. Just keep the header as is and all will be well. Enjoy! LCDRJMC@aol.com Part 3 ** Athena Valentine stood paralyzed. She had no idea what to do next. It was one thing to think about being caught running around a strange house in just her top and boots, but to have it actually happen...! Oh My God! Although the room was in total darkness, Athena automatically covered her bare pubic area with her hands. "Don't be afraid. I'm...I'm just a friend of your sister's," she whispered. "Then why are you whispering?" the voice said clearly. "I don't want to wake everyone up," Athena whispereddesperately. "Oh," the voice said, a little quieter. A bright beam of light shot out from the far side of the room, and Athena was immediately blinded. She used her right hand to protect her eyes while keeping her left protectively over her bare crotch. "Oooh, you're pretty," the voice cooed. "Ah, thank you. Could you please turn out that light. It hurts." "Oh! You're not dressed!" "Damn," muttered Athena. "She would notice that." To the unseen girl she said, "Yes, I know. It's late and I'm...I'm getting ready for bed." "Okay." "Well," the reporter thought, very relieved. "That was easy." "Come on in." "Oh. Well, you see it's nice of you to offer and...Ah!" Athena cried as something grabbed her left wrist. She backed against the door as Athena felt her hand being pulled inexorably away from her bare sex! "No! Wait!" she whispered loudly. "What are you doing?" "Taking you to bed, of course. It's what you said." "Oh, God. But that's not what I meant. Please, let...go!" But the girl did not let go and began to led the blinded reporter across the room. Athena tried to uncover her eyes, but the harsh light was still focused on her face. Even with her eyelids closed the light still hurt, so her right hand had to remain over her smarting eyes. She had to leave her left hand clamped over her bare pussy to keep it from being exposed to the strange girl who was tugging on her wrist. The only thing she could do for the moment was to allow herself to be led away from the door and farther into the room, trying desperately all the while not to expose herself in front or in back any more then she had to. "Look, honey," Athena quietly began when their procession finally stopped. "What I meant was that I was going to my own bed." "Dressed like that? Oh, sure. Here we are. Hop in." Athena risked opening her eyes a tiny bit and could just see that there was now a single bed in front of her. She didn't have time for this. She was exhausted and her aching body was desperate for sleep. If she got into that bed she might never get up! "Honey, all I want is to..." "Cassandra?" a voice called quietly from the hall. "Are you all right, precious?" "Yes, Mom!" the girl called back. To Athena she said, "You had better get in, unless you want to explain to my Mom what you are doing running around my room like that." "But I'm not doing anything...!" a whispering Athena protested. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized how humiliating it would be to have Tara's mother find her like this. How could she ever explain it? "Okay, okay! I'll get in! Just don't tell her about me, all right. It will be our little secret." "And be careful of Suzie." Keeping her denuded loins covered, Athena turned and backed into the bed, quickly scrambling under the covers until she was completely concealed. "Ugh! Take your shoes off first," Athena heard the girl complain from the door. "Oh, sorry," she replied. The loud sound of two boots hitting the polished wooden floor quickly followed. "Who's Suzie?" asked a puzzled Athena from under the covers, but Cassandra was already by the door talking to her mother. Athena knew she was certainly alone in the bed. Suzie must be a doll or something. The girl seemed a little old for dolls, but you could never tell about a thing like that. Athena did have a brief glimpse of a white ball of fur about the size of a tennis ball on the pillow and realized that Suzie must be some kind of stuffed animal. How cute! Well, as soon as things quieted down again, she would convince the child that this was all a weird dream, and then she could get the hell out of here and leave the kid with her cuddly friend. She just wished she had something to wrap around her naked waist. She didn't want to steal a towel from the bathroom in case they thought she was some kind of thief, but perhaps the girl could get her something instead! Listening for any indication that she might be in trouble, Athena could hear nothing of the muffled conversation between the girl and her mother going on by the door. Finally she heard the girl speaking by the bed. "It's okay. You can come out now. She's gone. Just don't wake Suzie. It makes her cranky." Athena stifled a laugh. How cute can you get? Worrying about a stuffed animal like that! "I'll be sure not to wake her," she whispered. Athena couldn't help but smile as she slowly brought her tousled head out of the covers. The least she could do for this nice girl was to play the game with her for the short time that she would be here. In a few minutes mom should be back in bed and then it would be safe for her to leave this one. The girl suddenly put her fists on her hips. "Now you've done it," she scolded quietly. "What?" asked Athena. "What have I done?" "It's Suzie. She's up now." Athena froze when she heard a soft squeak. She turned her head and found herself staring at a long white snout with a pink nose at one end and two transparent pink eyes that glowed in the semi-darken room at the other end. Athena gulped as her heart stopped. It couldn't be! It just couldn't! "W-what...what is Suzie?" "She's my friend." "Y-yes, but what is she?" Athena trembled in fear as the strange creature ambled across the pillow and was soon nose to nose with her. "Suzie's my pet rat. Isn't she cute?" Athena Valentine had an absolutely dread of anything she considered a creepy-crawly. She was terrified of anything with more then two legs that was smaller then a cat. Now, face to snout with such a creature, there was only one thing Athena could do. Her eyes promptly rolled up in her head and she fainted! ** "This had better be real fucking important." "Hello, Maggie?" "I knew it. As soon as it rang I knew it would be you. Cassandra, do you have any fucking idea what time it is?" "Wait a minute." "Don't...!" "It's 3:15." "Oh, thank you, God, for making my best friend an idiot." "Maggie!" "All right, already. What is it this time? Have you been watching those DVD's you found in your parent's bedroom again?" "No, I can't find them any more. Anyway, this is more important." "So tell me!" "Maggie, there's a naked girl in my bed and she's beautiful." "Good night." "No, Maggie! Wait! It's true. There really is a naked girl in my bed. Honest!" "Oh, God. If I flunk that English test tomorrow because of you...!" "Maggie! I need you." "Sigh. Why me? Okay, so there's a naked girl in your bed. Good night!" "Maggie!" "All right, all right. Who is she?" "A friend of Tara's. I've never seen her here before. Tara had a party last night and all her stuck-up, so-called friends were over. She always has parties when our parents are out, and she never invites me. Not ever!" "Ah, Cassandra. Could we please GET TO THE FUCKING POINT?" "Oh. Sorry. It's just that it makes me so mad the wayshe's..." "Cassandra!" "Well, she was hiding in my bed when she met Suzie and..." "Oh, sweet Jesus! Are you still sleeping with that damned rat?" "Suzie's my friend." "Ugh! Do you have any idea how...how disgusting that is?" "She's clean. I give her a bath once a week." "That's not the point! Oh, never mind, it's too damn late for this. Good bye!" "But, Maggie!" "Oh, right. The friend of your crazy sister. Look, can't we do this on the bus tomorrow? No? Okay, so she was naked and got into your bed." "No, she was only half-naked then." "Really? Which half?" "Now you're interested." "No, I'm not. I was just curious, that's all." "'Just interested', ha! I've seen your magazine collection. I know what you like." "At least I don't sleep with a rat. Oh, come on, let's hear it, Cassandra. We've seen those parties your sister likes to have. This one must have been something!" "It was pretty noisy." "So this girl gets lost and goes to your room by mistake?" "I don't think she was lost. More like she was hiding from someone, probably Mom." "Oh, sure. Running around your upstairs naked." "Half naked." "Oh, sorry. Half naked. You never said which half." "She didn't have on any...pants. No skirt, either. Then she got into my bed and fainted." "So how did she get naked if she was passed out?" "I...I took her top off." "You little stinker!" "And I threw it and her boots out the window! Well, I didn't want her to leave right away." "Okay, a captive audience. So now what?" "You have to promise not to tell anyone." "I know it's all bullshit anyway so why not.... Hey! What's that noise? It sounded like someone groaning." "It was just her rolling over. Oh, Maggie! She's on her back now and I can see...everything!" "Oh, God! You aren't kidding, are you? This is not just a dream or something? It's...it's really happening?!?!" "Maggie, she's naked and I don't know what to do!" "Well, you just...cover her up. I'm sure she'll be fine in the morning." "No, Maggie. It's not that at all. I want to...to make her 'go'." "You want her to do what? Leave? Then why did you take her clothes?" "No! I want to make her, you know, 'go'." "Wait a minute. You don't mean 'cum' by any chance?" "Yes, that's it! I want to make her...cum." "You're really something. So what's stopping you?" "I don't know what to do!" "Oh." "She so beautiful and I want to, you know, I really want to, but I don't even know where to start. Help me, Maggie. After all, I'm only 12. You are so much older then I am. You said you would teach me all about that stuff." "Right, six months can make such a difference. Okay, okay. Well, first you...first you... Then you... Shit! I'll be right over." "Thanks, Maggie." "Hey. What are friends for? Oh, and leave your window open. Bye!" ** She was naked! It was her first thought. For the second time tonight Athena Valentine had been undressed, and the thought almost sent her into a blind panic. She was naked on the bed! My God! What had happened to her top? She was naked and there was a rat in here! The panicking reporter took a quick look around. The girl was standing in front of a large wire cage resting on top of a dresser. She was holding the rat in both hands and was talking to it! "Sorry, Suzie, but you know how Maggie gets when you are out, so it's back in the cage for you." As Athena watched the girl put the rat back in the cage, she breathed a sigh of relief. She checked around for something to cover herself but the bed had been stripped bare. Damn! At least the rat was in a cage and she was safe. Athena closed her eyes and pretended to still be sleeping to gain some time. Now all she had to do was to understand what to do next. She was still very naked. Her heart raced as she tried to calm herself. Nothing had happened after all, and it wasn't exactly the first time she had mysteriously lost her clothes in front of others, especially children. But she knew deep within her soul that it was more then just fear and humiliation at being so exposed and vulnerable that made her heart pound so. Perhaps it was a reaction to the unbelievable things her best friends had already done to her still simmering body. Perhaps it was a late result of what had happened to her at the Devereux mansion. Whatever the reason, her heart was pounding not only in fear, but in sweet anticipation! She couldn't believe it! What was wrong with her? She must be mentally ill to feel that way! Here she was, an ace reporter who was once again naked and helpless at the hands of a mere child, and her nipples were already terribly stiff. What did she expect to happen? In the past month she had been feeling strangely lonely, her body empty. She started dreaming of those terrible days at the Devereux estate, but in her dream she was strangely happy at all of the shameful attention her body was receiving. It had felt so good, all of those hands on her, relentlessly questing, searching, and eventually finding her very essence, regardless of her every protest or act of defense. In spite of the debasement, Athena hadn't realized how good and exciting it truly had been, until she had returned to her normal life once again. And tonight Tara and her friends had reminded her of what it had been like, of what she had been missing. It had been terrible of course, and yet... Now it was beginning to happen to her for real once again, and she was frantic. Every inch of skin, every follicle of hair had turned into a highly sensitive antenna that searched endlessly as she waited, waited breathlessly for the first touch, the first defilement, the first caress. She didn't know if she should scream in terror or shout for joy when she felt her right nipple being tugged in a tentative way. "Where's that darn Maggie when you need her?" Cassandramuttered. "Right here. Now help me in and we'll get started." "Maggie! You're still in your nightie!" "So are you. Big deal. Now help me in." To Athena's deep concern, she realized that now there were two of them in the room. To her relief, at least the tugging immediately stopped. She knew the young girl wouldn't dare be so bold with someone else in the room. "Maggie! I'm so glad you came!" "Yes, and so shall she!" "Oh, goodie! What's in your backpack?" "Uh, training aids. Wow. You weren't kidding about her, were you?" "I know. Isn't she beautiful, even naked like that?" "I'd say especially naked, like that. Wow." "Wait until I turn the light on, and then you'll really see something." Cassandra walked to the door and turned on the room's ceiling light. She then rejoined her friend by the bed. The nude Athena Valentine lay on her back in all her golden splendor. Thick blonde hair was artfully tousled around the fine features of the resting face, her full lips parted slightly to reveal the even white teeth beyond. The tanned size-36C breasts rose and fell as the increasingly nervous Athena tried desperately to control her ragged breathing. Above the narrow waist and flaring hips, the girls marveled at the convex tummy with its cute indented naval and sprinkling of fine hairs. Her right knee was cocked to one side, revealing the bare, swollen slit that still glistened with vaginal fluids. Her tapered thighs flowed down to sculptured caves and slender feet with perfectly trimmed and polished toenails. "Her bottom's nice too," breathed Cassandra. "I believe you. I feel like such a stick. What I wouldn't give to look like that when I grow up." "Me too, Maggie. Me too." Finally, Cassandra got up the courage to ask, "So, what do we do first?" "Here," Maggie said, as she handed her friend the backpack. "Check these out." "Three cans of whipped cream, a jar of cherries, and some bananas. What is all this? Dessert?" "In a way. Give me two cans of whipped cream and you take the third." "Okay, now what are we supposed to do?" "Her." "Oh, no, you don't!" Athena snapped as she sat up. After seeing once again that there were no covers of any kind, she scooted backwards moved until her spine was firmly against the wall at the head of the bed. As she moved she quickly wrapped her arms around her bare chest and twisted her legs together, trying to hid as much of her bare self as she could. Things were getting out of hand again. She had hoped, as humiliating as it might have been, that simply laying quietly and perhaps having her tits played with would have been all, but these girls were planning something very weird and she wanted nothing to do with it. It was time to take charge! "You're awake!" gasped a shocked Cassandra as she backed away from the bed. "What do you girls think you are doing?" Athena quietly asked in her most chilling nanny voice. Although trying her best, she found it very difficult to be full of moral indignation while being embarrassingly naked in front of two wide-eyed twelve-year-old girls. "Where are my clothes?" "That was my question," Maggie shot back. "Where are your clothes? You weren't exactly dressed when you came in here, were you?" "That's...that's none of your business," sputtered Athena. If only she had something to cover herself with! She could only watch in concern as Maggie popped the protective tops off of her two cans and began to rapidly shake them. "W-what are you going to do with those?" "You'll find out." "Oh, no! I don't think so, little girl." "Suzie! Get off the bed," hissed Cassandra suddenly. Athena's scream of terror echoed through the quiet house as she leapt from the bed, all thoughts of modesty forgotten in her haste to escape from the presence of the feared Suzie! It was only after she left the bed that Athena turned back to look frantically from the dreaded rat, gasping, "Where is it? Where is it?" But the bed was empty. When the sound of giggling finally overcame that of her pounding heart, Athena knew she had been made the victim of a joke. Furious, she turned to face the young prankster with her fists on her hips, her bare breasts quivering in her agitation at being made a such a fool. "You little...!" she began but was interrupted when she felt something cold going into the narrow crack of her behind! "EEEEEE!" a shocked Athena screamed shrilly. She whorled around with her hands behind her to protect her violated bottom. Her out-thrust breasts shaking, she could only stare in wild disbelief at a grinning Maggie who was holding two spray-cans of whipped cream. "How could you?" Athena angrily shouted. Maggie looked around the highly agitated senior and nodded slightly to an anxious Cassandra who was slowly approaching Athena from behind . The other girl's face lit up when she realized what her friend had in mind. Maggie raised both cans and, while an open-mouth Athena stared in disbelief, sprayed the tops of her vulnerable breasts. "NO!" cried the reporter. Backing away from this terrible child, Athena automatically brought her hands up to remove the creamy substance from her proud chest. Seeing her chance from behind, Cassandra liberally sprayed Athena's defenseless left buttock. The reporter squealed and jumped at the contact. She spun around once again to protect herself from this new threat and raised her hands in front of her to prevent any more of the messy cream from coming on her. As soon as she did so, Maggie moved up behind her and sprayed a large 'Z' across the shapely lower back. "No one can escape the wrath of Zorro!" a triumphant Maggie yelled. No matter what the distressed Athena tried, she could not protect herself from this pair of precocious 12-year olds. They always found a way past her defenses and her body was slowly becoming totally coated with the cold cream. She was soon dizzy from the constant turnings and the young girls noticed that the tired senior began to leave more and more openings for them. When Athena felt a little of the gooey stuff in her precious hair she couldn't stand it! "No!" she cried. "Not my hair!" Seeing her reaction, the girls immediately began spraying everything they had onto Athena's golden hair. Athena gave up trying to protect herself. "My hair!" she sobbed as she held both hands to her head and ran her fingers through the gooey mess. She desperately tried to clean away the all-present whipped cream. "My beautiful hair!" "What do we do now?" asked a delighted Cassandra when she saw that the beautiful senior was no longer trying to protect her body from them. "You get her tits. I'll get the other thing!" called Maggie gleefully as she crouched behind the completely distractedwoman. Cassandra used her almost-empty can carefully on the quivering breasts. She watched in wonder at how the nipples grew and hardened as she placed the cream on them. When her can was empty, she put it aside and wondered what to do next. The beautiful, sobbing woman standing in front of her, even with her hands running through the mess of her hair, reminded Cassandra of nothing more than a gorgeous dessert. At last the young girl knew what to do. She thought briefly about calories and prayed that her friend would at least have the sense to bring low-cal whipped cream for something like this. Tentatively, Cassandra began to lick the tip of the perfect left breast. The cream tasted smooth and rich, and was already beginning to heat from the warm quivering flesh underneath. Every so often, the woman would moan or jump, and Cassandra wondered if it was she or her friend Maggie who was causing these sexy reactions. When her tongue encountered the extended nipple, she bit into the semi-hard tissue lightly, half-thinking it some small cherry. In-between her sobs the startled woman gasped, "Oh!", and Cassandra marveled at the reaction. That was her! She had done that! "What else can I make her do?" she wondered happily and began to nibble on the nipple even more. Maggie meanwhile had knelt behind the distraught senior and raised her remaining can carefully between the slightly parted legs. She touched the can's plastic nozzle to the swollen labia and felt the hips jerk. Maggie ran the spray along the entire length of the narrow slit, coating it and the surrounding tender inner thighs. She heard a faint groan from above and wondered if it was she was causing these reactions, or her friend Cassandra. Maggie leaned around and completely coated the bare pubic area. "What in hell happened to her hair?" she wondered. "She looks like a damn baby." Knowing she only had a few seconds of cream left, Maggie worked the nozzle through the swollen nether lips and sprayed some cream directly into the tight opening. This time the reaction was unmistakable! Maggie heard the answering groan and almost shouted in joy. She had done that! That was her! She looked at her can and wondered what else she could with it to make this senior react? She went back behind the senior and began to work the nozzle through the coated, trembling ass cheeks. Maggie was feeling around for that small opening she knew was in there somewhere when the door to the bedroom burst open. At the sound both girls guiltily jumped away from the nude senior and faced the door. Maggie dropped her can and kicked it under the bed. A very angry slim, middle-aged woman with very short blonde hair in a full-length old bathrobe strode into the room. "What in hell is going on here?" the woman demanded. It was Cassandra's mother, Carol Marcus, and she was not happy! Here to investigate the constant racket, Carol quickly surveyed the scene before her with the practiced eye of a mother long experienced with strange sounds in the night. No blood anywhere, that's a good sign. A nude girl, obviously one of Tara's friends who had gotten very lost, stood completely covered in whipped cream. It was obvious that the crying girl was not happy. It was also obvious that, under the whipped cream, the girl was one of the most beautiful young women Carol had seen come into her home in some time. Cassandra's mouth was covered in cream and the distressed woman's quivering left breast was the only place on her front that was not. "Interesting," a secretly amused Carol thought. "Must run in the family." Margaret was standing behind the naked woman, as usual trying to look inconspicuous, this time with topping-covered hands. "I see you, Margaret. You can come out now." "Yes, Mrs. Marcus," Maggie glumly responded, but she still didn't move. It was some time before the dazed reporter realized what was happening. While she was trying to clean her hair, she had been having the oddest sensations. Athena had been so upset about what had happened to it, she never noticed that the girls had moved in for something much more intimate then Athena would have thought possible. By the time she realized what they were doing, her heart was racing! She looked down in wide-eyed shock at the young face attached to her left breast. The combination of the whipped cream and the girls' touching had made her become very turned-on and she was feeling dangerously close to a climax. The thought of cumming before these children horrified her, and it took every bit of concentration to keep from doing so. If only they would leave her alone for just a moment! Athena looked at the angry woman walking around the room and finally realized her situation. The children had thankfully stopped whatever they were doing to her, but now she had been found naked in a child's bedroom! Stunned at being caught, Athena frantically looked around once again for something to cover herself. This time she saw a twisted pile of sheets and blankets under the bed and quickly threw herself at them. She bent over and with shaking, slippery hands madly began to separate a sheet from the mess. "What are you girls playing at, anyway?" stormed Carol from the center of the room. "Do you know what time it is? And look at this mess! Cassandra Lynn, you get your butt over here this instant! I want to hear about this and it had better be good." "Ah, Mom!" "Now!" "Ah, Mom!" "You said that you had some special company over tonight, but this is ridiculous!" "Ah, Mom." "I think there's one little girl in this room who is going to be grounded real fast unless she comes up with some very good answers." "Ah, Mom." Athena got her sheet free. She quickly stood and, turning her back to the arguing pair, wrapped the sheet around herself. The tight fabric pressed the cream over her sensitive body, and her knees almost buckled from the incredible sensation. "Please, God! Not now!" she prayed quietly as she regained control of her breathing and completed covering herself with the sheet before fastening it under her chin.. Totally oblivious to what was going on around her, it was only when she turned to face Tara's mother that she realized she was not alone in the sheet! Maggie was directly behind her! "Get out!" she hissed. "Get out of there!" She tried to move away but Maggie was kneeling on the sheet and it almost pulled off! It was then the tearful Athena realized that Cassandra's mother was standing directly in front of her. "Oh, God!" she sobbed in desperation. "'Oh, God!' is right," said Mrs. Marcus. She had seen Maggie hide under the sheet and wondered what the little imp was up to. "And, no, I will not get out. That was me you were talking to, wasn't it?" "I...no. You ...you don't understand," sobbed Athena. "You're right there. Now what are you doing here?" Athena jumped suddenly when she felt two hands slide over her coated buttocks. Oh, no! Now what was she suppose to do? "Well, I'm waiting," reminded Carol. She carefully watched the distracted girl and eagerly waited for the next reaction. "Well, at least Maggie got her to stop crying," she thought. Athena gasped when the small hands slipped between the creamed upper thighs and started to rub her already highly sensitive pussy. The cream made everything feel so good, it was hard to think clearly even without those devilish hands between herlegs. "I...I...was trying to leave and...Oh!" Several small fingers smoothly entered the tight, hot wetness of her ready sex. "Yes?" asked Carol helpfully, very aware of the probable cause of the girl's discomfort. She glanced at the full breasts thrusting against the tight confines of the sheet and her lips curved into a slight smile. The cream had made the sheet almost opaque, and Carol got her first clear impression of the magnificent body underneath. "This could get interesting," she thought. "Oh...oh...oh...oh," gasped the devastated Athena in time to the hands driving into her vulnerable cunt. The hands working on her throbbing pussy were driving her mad. In spite of her humiliation at being caught like this by Tara's mother, it was what was happening between her legs that had her now, possessing her completely. She was sick! She was practically naked in a strange house, covered in whipped cream in front of her best friend's mother, but it wasn't enough. She couldn't help herself! She was completely defenseless. The terrible, wonderful pressure that preceded an orgasm continued to build and build, and there was nothing she could about it, nothing! She didn't even have her anti-sex pills! Telling herself it was just to get more comfortable, a thoroughly ashamed Athena spread her legs slightly under the sheet. Noting her defeat, Maggie began to lick the trembling buttocks as her hands continued to work their inexperienced magic. Her thumb accidentally found Athena's clitoris under the white cream. Maggie wondered what this strange bit of flesh was as she rubbed her thumb across it. "AH!" Athena cried helplessly as something brushed her very sensitive clit. She stiffened and almost came. The sensations coming from her steaming crotch were electric! She was gasping openly now and could see Mrs. Marcus oddly looking at her, but what could she do? "Mom?" asked a puzzled Cassandra, standing beside her mother. "What's happening?" Carol put her right index finger to her lips, and quietly said, "Ssssh. Something wonderful. I'll explain later." "Okay," said Cassandra. Maggie eagerly rubbed the erect clit once again and she felt the senior stiffen. "OH NO!" cried Athena in despair as her feverish body was swept away by a tremendous climax. Maggie was surprised when the walls of Athena's hot vagina pulsed tightly against her intruding fingers. Afraid she had done something wrong, the shocked 12-year old pulled her hands away and scrambled out from under the sheet. "What'd I do? What'd I do?" she babbled in fear. "Nothing, honey," murmured Carol as she unfastened the totally oblivious Athena's sheet and let it fall to the floor. "It's all right." She watched the gasping senior with interest as the pulsing vaginal fluids washed away the whipped cream from the edges of the girl's swollen labia. Carol thought that the mixture of the two creams would be delicious, but decided that Cassandra and Margaret had seen enough for one night. A slightly relieved Maggie joined Cassandra. They watched as Mrs. Marcus took the dazed, nude senior by the waist and led the staggering girl to the door. Before leaving the room, she turned her head and said, "Now, I want this room cleaned up before you two go to sleep. Get clean sheets from the hall closet. Cassandra, you know where they are. Maggie, you're staying here tonight. I'll call your parents first thing tomorrow and let them know where you spent the night." "Yes, ma'am," Maggie said. "Yes, Mom," Cassandra said. "But what happened?" asked a very perplexed Maggie. "Something wonderful," Carol said again. "I'll explain it all over breakfast. Now start cleaning!" ** Athena awoke exhausted and disoriented. Something white and creamy was covering her eyes and she couldn't see. She had no idea where she was. All she knew was that she was getting wet and there was an odd sound, like that of a woman singing softly. Things had become completely out of control for her again. She had to find her clothes and leave before something else happened. Athena rubbed her face to wake herself and realized that it was still covered in whipped cream. She cleaned off her eyes only to find herself alone in a small brightly lit shower stall with Tara's mother, hot water streaming over both their naked bodies! "Oh, my God!" Athena gasped! She backed against a glass wall and automatically covered her slippery breasts and pubic area. "What's...going on? Where am I?" "Well, let's see," said a very amused Carol. "You are in my home, a guest I suppose to one of my daughter's famous parties. Tara, you remember her? My eldest?" "Of course," said a flustered Athena. "W-where is she? I need to talk to her." She must find Tara so she could give her something to wear, that way she could get away from this crazy place. The woman was soaping herself right in front of her! Had she no shame? At times she was even pressing a wet hip or leg up against hers. "She's sleeping, I imagine," replied Carol. "I had seen 'Gone With The Wind' just before I had her and was inspired." Carol thought a moment, then muttered, "Serves me right." "What?" asked an increasingly confused Athena. The woman had turned slightly and her left breast was accidentally pressing against her arm. What was she doing in the shower with her? "I like it hot, don't you?" "Like what hot?" "The water, of course." "Oh. Ah, can I leave now?" "But we haven't done you, yet." "Done me?" "You're a mess, honey. Now turn around like a good girl. It's time for your wash." "B-but...but...but..." "Turn around." "But...I can't..." "Turn around. Like this." Carol held the delectable senior firmly by the shoulders and spun her around. Athena's hands went to cover her now exposed buttocks while Carol pressed the girl's front firmly against the side of the stall, causing the remaining whipped cream to smear on the smooth glass. Carol easily moved the girl's hands to her sides. "Now, now. We can't wash what we can't see. Just close your eyes and I'll be done in a moment." "Oh!" Athena cried in her misery, but she knew the woman was right. She closed her eyes and waited. Her hands became tightly clenched fists as she fought the urge to cover herself when the woman began to soap her back. When she started soaping the pert buttocks, Carol noticed the girl stiffen in embarrassment. "The little scamps really got you, didn't they?" Carol asked as her hands carefully kneaded the girl's buttocks. "What's your name, by the way?" "Athena. Athena Valentine." This time it was Carol who stiffened. This was the new bitch who had taken her daughter's rightful place at her school! She began slapping the vulnerable buttocks. "Ow!" yelled the shocked Athena. "Hey, that hurts!" "Have to get all the soap off!" called Carol as she continued to spank the quivering buttocks. Carol stopped only after Athena started to cry again. She pressed herself fully against the distraught girl's back and reached around to cup the high-set breasts. After hefting the delicious tits a moment, she began to roughly knead them, being sure periodically to pull and twist the tender nipples. When Athena started to protest, Carol swung her around so that the girl was directly under the high-powered flow of steaming water. That way the little bitch couldn't talk without hopefully drowning! Athena's proud body had been buffeted and abused all night and she had reached the end. It wasn't just the soreness of her swollen breasts or the pain of her constantly erect nipples. It wasn't just the feeling of total fatigue which wrapped her like a cocoon so strongly that even her perfect teeth felt tired. It was the knowledge that she had once again lost control of her life because of her own weakness. Once again her disciplined body betrayed her and was in fact still more than ready to erupt at the slightest touch by anyone. Even the inadvertently rough handling of her body by Mrs. Marcus was causing all kinds of fireworks to go off in her head. The woman was just washing her and Athena was ready to cum! To cum! Just like that! Feelings of defeat washed over her, and the will to fight left Athena Valentine, the Superior Woman. For the moment, she no longer cared what happened to her. She just wanted relief from the exquisite pressures simmering and building inside of her and then some sweet, sweet sleep. When Carol felt the senior's body go limp in her arms, and the protests turn into delicious groans, she turned the girl around so that the overcome Athena was now facing her. She soaped a washcloth and ran it vigorously over the girl's front, making a special effort to dig it harshly into the dazed Athena's tender breasts and wonderfully hairless crotch! "Uh!" grunted Athena as the washcloth was pressed tightly against her poor abused sex and the area rubbed vigourously. Once she had finished with a quick wipe of Athena's legs and feet, Carol stood before her 'guest.' The swaying girl's eyes were dull and practically closed. "Perfect," she thought. "Darn," observed Carol. "I really can't reach your hair from here. Oh, I know, just bend over a little." "W-what?" said Athena dully. "Just bend over a little, like this." Carol turned the senior around once more and pulled on the girl's shoulders so she would lean forward. "So I can reach you hair." The woman didn't seem very short at all to her, but the bewildered Athena was past caring about such things. Relief was all that mattered to her now, blissful relief. "How far?" she asked obediently. "Just keep going. I'll let you know when to stop." "Now?" "No, just a little farther." "Now?" "No, keep going." "How about now?" "No, not there yet." It was only when Athena's head was resting on the wall and her sore buttocks pressing against the stall door that Mrs. Marcus seem satisfied with her position. The door suddenly popped open under the pressure and only Carol's quick hands on her breasts kept the dazed reporter from falling out of the stall. "Oops a daisy," said Carol as she cheerfully kneaded the hanging breasts. "Ohhh, what happened?" groaned Athena in delight as wonderful sensations were being generated by her chest. "Ran out of room," Carol explained. "Oh, well. I know what to do." She thought about turning off the water, but decided that a good rinse would do the little slut a world of good. Besides, it would help keep down the noise. While still working the perfect tits, Carol leaned over Athena's back, and her added weight caused the bewildered reporter to sink to her hands and knees in the stall. Carol stood back up again and placed various towels outside of the stall to soak up any stray water. She then looked over her handiwork and was satisfied. Even better was the fact that the girl was still waiting patiently to have her hair washed, her caves and feet sticking out of the stall, her bottom delightfully inviting. "Perfect," Carol said. "Just perfect." She scurried from the room and returned a few moments later wearing a narrow plastic harness around her hips. Attached to the front of the harness was a soft rubber dildo covered in ridges and knobs. Carol opened a cupboard and took out a special jell and coated the dildo with it. The jell was both a lubricant and stimulant, and Carol was very pleased to know that the effects would be with the bitch for hours and hours, a very long time indeed. Athena felt like she was drowning. The water was relentless. She wondered what she was doing here on the floor of the shower. Athena tried looking around but between the water and the wet hair covering her face, she could not see a thing. "AAAHHH!" she yelled as the air left her lungs in the shock of having something very large suddenly enter her poor cunt from behind. Her passage clutched the intruder tightly. Someone's hands gripped her upper thighs and moved her hips back and forth, gradually working the large trespasser deep within her. "Mrs. Marcus! Mrs. Marcus! What's happening?" Athena cried breathlessly but could not hear a response. A wonderful burning sensation began to grow in her abused pussy as her hips were moved by the unknown hands. Even under the water, Athena could feel her face become flush as her heart started to pound in her chest from the incredible sensations coming from between her legs. She could feel her buttocks pressing against something slick and wet, then realized that it must be Mrs. Marcus herself who was behind her, fucking her, Athena Valentine, the Superior Woman! Athena hung her head in shame at the thought, but could not deny the magnificent sensations the woman was causing her. She started moving her hips in time with Mrs. Marcus', to drive the trespasser in as far as it could go, and then back out again. The fire in her cunt was growing and it seem to Athena's sex-crazed mind that the only way to quench it was to fuck and fuck and fuck! Carol leaned forward to hold Athena's dancing breasts, pressing her own slightly sagging breasts onto the smooth back. Water from the still-poring shower sprayed everywhere as the two women continued their mad jerking dance under the stream. The thought of having such a manipulating beauty under her thumb was driving the normally cool Carol Marcus into a sexual frenzy. Also, the dildo she had selected deliberately stimulated her clit at each thrust of her hips and was causing her to rapidly loose all control. Without missing a stroke, Carol leaned back out of the stall and, using her left foot, tipped over a small plastic trash can that was by the toilet across from the shower stall, and dragged it to her. She ignored the cleaning materials it contained and quickly found the two plastic, spring-loaded clothes pins that she always kept there for emergencies. Carol leaned back into the stall and grabbed the unsuspecting Athena's dancing tits once again. This time she quickly clipped a clothes pin to each very erect nipple, then continue her kneading of the wonderfully firm breast-flesh. Athena groaned as her nipples caught fire! Combined with the fire in her cunt, it was overwhelming and she couldn't help but scream "AAAAAHHHHH!!" as she became engulfed in a storm of climaxes! One orgasm followed another as the mindless Athena continued to shout out her pleasure as she joyously fucked the dildo penetrating her from behind. Carol Marcus reached her peak right after Athena's third climax and soon they were both screaming as the pair fucked and fucked under the shower until neither woman could move any longer. They lay panting, one on top of the other, until Athena finally fainted dead away onto her right side when Carol pulled the clothes pins from her nipples. Carol stood up from the stall floor and turned off the water. "That was great," she pronounced to her unconscious guest. "You bitch!" Now all she had to do was to get this naked slut back to her car and then she could finally go back to some well deserved sleep. ** That morning, Tara found Athena's pager on the floor of her bedroom. It was only after she tasted the sweet sticky substance which coated the pager did she begin to realize what must have happened to the normally very cool Athena Valentine. Since the pager's number was listed across the back of the slim black case (Athena's editor was trying to be helpful), Tara and the girls resolved to return Athena's pager to her later that week, at the worst possible opportunity for Miss Athena Valentine. ** It was well past sunrise when a still damp Athena awoke in her SUV. She was shivering in the driver's seat and, except for her seat belt, she was completely naked! She looked around and saw that she was still in front of Tara's home. "Oh, God! What have I done?" she asked herself. Jesus! She didn't even make it home last night and school had started hours ago. She lowered the seat so that only her head showed and very carefully drove home. As she drove her sex began to burn more and more, until she actually had to stop along the side of the road and give herself some relief. "What's the matter with me?" she cried frantically as she thrust two fingers deep inside of her lubricated pussy and prayed that no higher truck would drive past. When she arrived at her home, she saw that the family cars were all gone. With everyone at work, she was able to park in front of the garage and, after a careful check of the neighborhood, leave the SUV and make a quick nude dash around to the side garage door, and let herself into the house that way. She was feeling far too strange even to think about school, so she called off sick and spent the remainder of the day very puzzled in bed. It was only around 4 in the afternoon that her steaming pussy finally cooled off enough so that it was no longer necessary for the exhausted reporter to masturbate. ***** End of Part 3