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All rights for this story remain the property of the author. -------------------------------------------------------- Andrea and Gillian - Part 3 (Mdom/Ff, nc, spanking) By Tafod Arian (aled7@yahoo.com) This story is dedicated to Melanie - she knows why. I went for a long morning walk on the mountain after rising early to watch the sun rise. I knew that I would be away from the valley after today for several days and I always miss Wales so I take every advantage to ex- perience it whatever the weather. This morning was cold and there was a hard frost with snow on the tops off which the red of the rising sun began to glint as I walked back down through the heather. The curtains on the small house next to my cottage were all closed and there was no sign of life. I had already laid out their plans for today and no doubt they were getting some rest after their exertions and anxieties of yesterday. (see 'Andrea and Gillian. Parts 1 and 2'). I went into my cottage and had breakfast. By then the sun had risen and was lighting more of the valley. The temperature was rising and the roads would be better in half an hour for the drive down the pass into Caernarfon. I had a shower and dressed warmly for my visit to the small city. My business went quickly and smoothly and before lunch I was back at the cottage with my plane tickets for the night flight to Switzerland and my car serviced for the quick drive to Manchester airport. I showered and changed into my usual clothes for the afternoon entertainment, a white silk polo-necked sweater and loose trousers with no underwear. I knew from last night's conversation that Gillian would be out and that Andrea would be in alone so about an hour before lunch I went to the back door and entered quietly without knocking. Andrea was standing with her back to me at the table. She was wearing a tight white sweater and jeans, which clearly outlined the cheeks of her plump well-made bottom. Her long blonde hair was loose over her shoulders. She turned and gave a gasp of shock when she saw me in her kitchen. I beckoned to her and she hesitatingly walked over to me. I took her chin in my left hand and with my right hand without warning I grasped her left breast, which I began to squeeze until she gasped with pain. "You have got off to a very bad start this afternoon Andrea and you are going to be sorry. You will have to learn to think more carefully or you will never be able to sit down comfortably." She looked confused and afraid, as well she might. "I don't know what I've done wrong," she said wretchedly, "how can I have done anything wrong? You have only just got here!" "You really don't know do you?" I said, "You have not learned anything from the last two days. I will tell you exactly what you have done wrong before I punish you and you can pass the message on to Gillian as well because the same goes for her and I am sure that you would not like her to have what you are about to get." She began to tremble. I took my hand from her chin, admiring the red outline of my thumb and fingers on her fair flesh. I pulled her to me by her tit and began to squeeze her fat arse cheek with my other hand as I whispered into her ear, "You are wearing jeans Andrea. Women wear pretty dresses for their men, they do not wear men's clothes. I thought that you would have understood this after the last two days but clearly you need the lesson reinforcing. Neither you or Gillian are ever to wear jeans or trousers if I am likely to be around. You are to wear pretty feminine dresses like the little tarts that you are. You can pass this on to your sexy little daughter because nothing would give me greater pleasure that to give her what you are about to get. It is up to you to see that I have no excuse." I could see that she was being kept very off-balance by my changes of attitude to her, harsh yesterday morning, tender during the afternoon. Becoming harsh again in the evening and now she clearly felt that I was being downright cruel this morning as I mauled her arse and squeezed her plump tit until tears came to her eyes. This was good, I did not think that she would enjoy the after- noon very much but that was all right, just as long as I enjoyed it. I took my hand from her arse and led her by the tit across the kitchen until I could sit on a straight chair. I let go of her breast and sat down as she stood in front of me, visibly shaking. I looked up at her and made her wait. her lower lip began to tremble and she wiped a tear from her eye. "Take your jeans off," I said quietly. She sobbed and hastened to obey. She stood shaking in front of me in a short tight sweater, which reached to just below her waist and a pair of very flimsy pale blue panties which failed to conceal the blonde hair on her fleshy cunt, some tendrils of which were escaping from under the high- cut hem. "I am going to thrash you Andrea," I said casually, "so that you remember this for ever and so that you never make the same mistake again. It will help you to make sure that Gillian keeps my rules. I know that, in spite of your pretending to struggle, you quite enjoyed the spanking I gave you yesterday and I bet that you thought about it while you were in bed! This is not a spanking, this is a punishment and you are not going to enjoy it at all." "Oh, please God!" she whispered, "don't! I promise I'll remember in future. You don't have to do this. I'll do whatever you want." I said nothing but slowly took my leather belt off looking up all the time into her frightened eyes. I folded it in half in my hand making a convenient strap. "You can make this as hard as you like but you are going to be punished," I said, "now pull your panties down to your knees, tell me that you are sorry, that you deserve a good thrashing and ask me to punish you. Then lie down over my lap. After I am finished, you will thank me for the beating, tell me that you deserved it and tell me what lesson it has taught you" She looked helplessly down at me and, bending, pushed the flimsy nylon panties down to her knees, which I could see visibly trembling. I looked up at her and waited, gently slapping the folded belt against the palm of my hand. She knew from my eyes that there was no escape. "I'm very sorry," she whispered, "I know that it was wrong to dress like this and I deserve a good thrashing so that I'll remember what to do in future, please punish me but please, please don't hurt me too much." She moved to my side and lay down on my lap with her bare cunt against my stiffening prick and her tits dangling. It was fun to make her wait. I put the belt down on the table for a moment and began to feel her fat arse squeezing and fondling the globes of her buttocks before moving to the crack between them. With my other hand I was feeling her dangling tit, gently torturing the nipple through her sweater and bra until she gasped with pain. "Spread your thighs a little," I ordered, and she immediately complied. She was clearly terrified but also excited despite herself as I found when I put my hand between her thighs from the back and felt her moistening cunt. I drew my hand back and, having lubricated a finger with her female moistness I gently pushed it into the dimple of her arse. She gasped a little and wriggled on my lap, her cunt agitating my stiff prick but she did not dare to say anything. I gently finger-fucked her arse as I squeezed her nipple. "Listen to me Andrea, and listen well," I said, "I don't mind thrashing you, in fact I enjoy it. If you want to be able to sit down comfortably in the future then you better make no more mistakes. You will have to anticipate my desires and figure out what you can and can't do. If you get it wrong I will thrash your fat arse. I will do it every day if I have to until you realise that now you belong to me and that you have no life of your own that does not involve wondering what you can do to please me and then doing it. In the future I intend to extend this to Gillian as well but for now she has just a little more freedom. Now for your first lesson in obedience." I picked up the belt and began to thrash the trembling plump white arse spread out on my lap. I started relatively gently taking care not to land too many stokes in the same place and as her arse reddened I began to increase the force. At first she began to wriggle gasping with each stroke but I held her cunt firmly against my prick by pulling down on her nipple. Her arse began to be more clearly marked by the strokes of the leather belt and her gasps became wordless moans as I continued her punishment. I increased the force of my stroke more and she began to emit wordless screams as each blow landed. I varied my target, thrashing the tops of her slender thighs as well as her plump fiery arse. She was screaming loudly now and I felt a tell-tale warmth in my groin. She was voiding a small spurt of urine with each stroke. Finally she could not help herself and her bladder emptied, soaking my trousers. I stopped thrashing her and her screams subsided to a quiet but desperate sobbing. I let go of her nipple and pushed her to her feet. She stood in front of me on wobbly legs in a pool of pee that had saturated her flimsy panties and was still running down her legs. Tears ran down her face as she sobbed, her eyes all puffed up. "You have made a mess of yourself and of me," I said, "you should be ashamed. What would Gillian say if I told her that her mother had wet herself at her age?" "Please, please don't tell her," she begged, "I just couldn't help it. I couldn't stand what you were doing to me." "Well," I said quietly, "do you think that you have learned your lesson?" "I have, I have," she said quickly, "I deserved the thrashing for dressing in jeans and not for not dressing how I knew I should dress. I will never do it again and I will make sure that Gillian knows what you expect. Thank you for teaching me a lesson. I am very, very, sorry that I made a mess on you but I truly couldn't help it." "Very good, Andrea," I said, "I am going next door to shower and change. You better do the same and make some lunch. I have some telephone calls to make. I'll be about an hour. Get this place cleaned up, it stinks of your pee. Make sure that everything is ready for when I come back." I gave the frightened blonde a last harsh look and left her kitchen. I showered and changed and had a drink while I made some telephone calls and an hour quickly passed. I left it a little longer as I knew how this would build up Andrea's anxiety. I had been relatively nice to her yesterday afternoon but any consideration I might have felt like extending had been negated by her morning performance. She was going to have quite a hard time this afternoon and she might even get another thrashing to remember me by before I left for Switzerland. I left my cottage and went next door, entering the kitchen without knocking as though I owned the place, I might just as well have done - I owned the two bitches that lived there! The kitchen smelled clean and fresh and there was a nice light lunch of cheese rolls and smoked salmon laid out with a bottle of chilled Chablis in a wine cooler. Andrea was certainly learning! I looked round with approval at all her arrangements before I turned my attention to her. She stood by the table looking at me anxiously twisting her hands with sheer nerves. She was dressed in black, a very short low-cut cocktail dress with the hem about four inches above her knee. The fitted bodice clung to and accentuated her plump bosom and the prominence of her nipples against the material demon- strated that she was not wearing a bra or slip. The neckline was low showing a deep cleavage. She wore dark sheer stockings and as her skirt moved I could see the outline of her suspender. I knew without asking that she would not have dared to put on panties. She balanced rather uncomfortably on high-heeled patent leather shoes with about a five inch heel. Her blonde hair was loose around her bare shoulders and she had paid great attention to her make-up. The after-effects of the tears of the morning were gone. She looked very frightened but very pretty. "You look beautiful, Andrea darling," I said with a faint smile, "if you had taken the same amount of trouble this morning you would have saved yourself a lot of pain." She smiled tremulously as I sat down at the table and let her serve me lunch. I noticed with amusement that she was not hurrying to sit down! She eventually gingerly seated herself opposite me. "Sore bottom, darling?" I asked maliciously. She blushed and looked down at her plate without reply. I finished my lunch, filled my glass with the last of the wine and got up from the table. Andrea had hardly eaten anything clearly having been taken over by her nerves after the events of the morning. "Make some coffee and bring it through," I ordered, making her subservient role very clear to her. It must have been obvious to her that it was not going to be as easy as it had been yesterday when I had allowed her to relax a little and had even got her to confess that she had enjoyed herself. I could see that she had the feeling that today was going to be very different. I walked through to the living room and sat on the settee in front of the open log fire. In a few moments Andrea came in carrying a tray on which was a pot of freshly percolated coffee and two cups. The rich aroma of the coffee filled the room. I let Andrea pour me a coffee but stopped her as she was about to pour hers. "You won't need coffee just yet," I smiled, "that was a nice lunch but you had no dessert so get down on your knees and suck me off like I taught you yesterday." She gasped and stared down at me. "Just do it, Andrea," I said quietly, "you don't really need your bottom to be more sore than it is now, do you? If there is much more hesitation I can easily arrange it for you. When I tell you to do something you should have learned by now that you do it immediately." The terrified blonde looked helplessly into my eyes and wordlessly knelt down between my thighs. She pulled my zip down and my semi-hard prick protruded from my trousers. "Wait a moment," I said. She got to her feet, hope dawning in her eyes that I had changed my mind and that she was going to be spared the ordeal. "It is nice and warm in here, I think I'd be more comfortable if you undressed me." I let her pull the sweater over my head and stood up. My loosened trousers fell around my feet and I stepped out of them. "Fold my clothes neatly, " I ordered, "and then get on with it." I drank my coffee and watched as she folded my clothes slowly and put them on a chair. She came back to me and knelt between my thighs without looking at me. I reached down and gently tilted up her chin. "Another rule you have forgotten," I said, "when you are wanking me or sucking me off you always look into my eyes. I like to see how you are feeling while you are serving me." She began to wank my prick which quickly stiffened and I felt her cool breath as she brought her mouth to the tip. She knew what was expected of her so she did not drag her ordeal out by kissing the shaft. She opened her red lips and I felt the cool air on the head of my prick. It felt good. "Just blow on my prick gently for a moment Andrea," I said, and she automatically did as I asked and I felt a delicious wave of warmth as my scrotal sac tightened under the stimulus of her cool breath. "Lovely, darling," I said, "now get on with it." She took the end of my prick between her red lips into the warmth of her wet mouth and began to gently wank me into her mouth, sucking at each stroke, like the expert little cocksucker she had so quickly become. As I had taught her, she paused every so often and ran her tongue around the ridge on the lower part of the head of my stiff prick. Then she went back to the rhythmical sucking. She was really quite good. She began to fuck her mouth with my prick moving it in and out as I sat and drank my coffee and watched her. "I am glad that you have learned this art so quickly," I said conversationally, "it will be so much easier for Gillian when you show her how to do it!" She looked wide- eyed up at me, her red lips stretched around my prick and sobbed but did not dare to break the rhythm of her sucking. "I am going to give you your dessert soon darling," I told her, "I am going to come into your mouth. Don't dare move your mouth from my prick or I'll give you another thrashing. Suck me off until I come and swallow all the cum. Now get sucking a little harder." She was a long way from being able to deep-throat me but she was taking more of my prick into her mouth with each stroke as she sucked harder. I could feel the head of my knob rubbing against her palate and the back of her throat and I knew that a combination of this and the rhythmical sucking and wanking would make me come very soon. I began to feel my legs stiffening as the warmth began deep in my balls. I made no attempt to delay the ejaculation and Andrea's eyes widened as she felt the tell-tale hardening of my prick between her soft lips. I looked down with a satisfied smile as I filled the dominated blonde's mouth and throat with spurt after spurt of steaming hot cum. She clamped her lips around my prick, clearly terrified as she swallowed it all. She just knelt before me with my softening prick held between her lips. "Go and clean your teeth," I ordered, "and then come back and have some coffee. We are going to have a little talk." When she returned and had poured us both some more coffee I pointed to a chair beside the fire, opposite to where I was sitting on the settee. It was a low chair with upholstered arms about five inches high. She sat down and looked across at me apprehensively. "We are going to have a little chat, Andrea and I want something nice to look at while we are talking. Spread your thighs and hook them over the arms of the chair." She had realised by now that protests were useless and she did as I asked. Without even looking at her when she had assumed the humiliating position that I had specified I said, "Before we begin, pour me a glass of brandy." She got to her feet again without daring to say anything and poured my drink, returning to her chair and hooking her thighs over the arms as before so that they were widely splayed. The position she was in caused her short dress to rise way above her stocking tops displaying the whites of her thighs thrown into sharp relief by the dark sheer stockings. As I was expecting, she was not wearing panties and the position she was in caused her the pink slash of her cunt to gape open. "What a very pretty cunt you have darling," I said to the blushing blonde. "By the time I leave for Switzerland tonight both you and your slut of a daughter are going to be in no doubt as to how things will be in the future," I said harshly. "I am going to spend the rest of the afternoon playing with you, and then when Gillian comes home I'm going to play with her while you act as our servant. I am going to do anything I like to her, whether she likes it or not and if she makes too much fuss she'll get a thrashing like you have had. If I feel really generous I may not fuck her today but I am not promising anything. By this evening she will know that her mother is nothing more than my tart and she will be well on the way to becoming the same." Andrea's mouth slowly dropped open and she became paler, "Why are you being so horrible?" she whined, "I thought that you were quite nice yesterday. Please don't humiliate me in front of my baby." I laughed. "Humiliate, that is exactly the word. By the time I leave for Switzerland tonight you are going to know what humiliation really means and you can be thinking about it while I'm away. Now while we talk you can be playing with yourself." She blushed but was so afraid of me that her hand immediately went between her thighs and she began to fondle her cunt. I just sat and watched her as she made her cunt a little moist and then began to gently finger- fuck herself with one finger while rubbing the area of her clitoris gently. Now that her cunt was moist I beckoned to her. She got up and came over to stand in front of me. I lay down on the settee and motioned for her to kneel astride my thighs. She did as I commanded, lifting her short dress so that it lay on her thighs, hiding her cunt from me. "Toss me off until I am ready for you," I said, and she began her expert wank. I soon became stiff. I reached out with both hands and seized her tits through the thin material of her dress and began to squeeze them. "Now, you sexy little slut," I said, "guide my stiff prick into your wet sloppy hole." She raised herself on her knees while I held her tits tightly, took hold of my prick in her soft hand and guided it so that it passed easily between the fleshy moist outer lips of her hairy cunt. I pressed down on her tits so that she was forced to sit more firmly on my prick and I slid easily up her to the balls. I pulled her down to me by the nipples which I slowly squeezed more tightly through the dress as I kissed the blonde young mother deeply as I lay stuck hard up her clinging wet hairy cunt enjoying the sexy feel of her silk stockings on my thighs. I took my lips from hers after a while and looked into her scared blue eyes, "Now, fuck yourself on my prick," I ordered. She immediately began to move up and down giving me a delicious slow fuck as I guided her by the pressure that I was exerting on her sensitive nipples. "I must say, Andrea, you are a quick learner," I commented, "have you ever fucked in this position before?" She shook her head. I was in no hurry and just lay feeling her soft tits while she was doing all the work. I began to smell her perspiration and her dress was beginning to cling to her. I slowly speeded her up by manipulating her nipples until she was bucking on me with her head thrown back and her hair swinging. The room was full of the smell of woman and cunt. She was gasping deep gulps of air and ramming herself as hard as she could down onto my prick. I began to feel close to coming so I pulled her down to me by the nipples and fastened my mouth on hers giving her a deep hard kiss as I came up her cunt and shot a river of hot cum up into her womb. She lay panting on me as I moved my hands to the fleshy globes of her arse and began to pull her hard on to my prick. This resulted in my prick rubbing against her excited clitoris and she came with a deep gasp. She lay with her face in my chest, her wet sweaty hair covering me. I moved her off me and pushed her up so the she was standing by the settee. She looked a sight with her wet sweaty hair straggling to her shoulders and her ruined perspiration-stained cocktail dress sticking to her. Her dress was too sticky even to hang properly and I could see rivers of white cum running down her thighs to the tops of her stockings. "Fucking you like that has made my arse all sweaty," I said "I think that it would be nice if you were to get down there and clean it up." I lay back, spread my thighs wider and pushed a cushion under my arse so that she had complete access to my hairy hole. "Please, no!" she whispered, "you can't want me to do that. It is absolutely perverted and it would make me sick." "You will do it, Andrea" I said "because if you don't you know what I will do to you if you give me any trouble. Have you forgotten the thrashing I gave you this morning? Any more trouble out of you and another one can easily be arranged." She very reluctantly knelt down between my thighs and with a sob moved her head forward and I felt her begin to lick my prick. "That's a good girl, Andrea," I said, "I want my prick and balls nice and clean." The terrified woman began to wash all of my prick with her soft little pink tongue even taking the end between her lips without my having to force her and washing the knob-head. When my prick was clean she moved down to my balls and began to lick the sweat from the large hairy spheres. I enjoyed the touch of her cool tongue on my balls and even more the look of horror in the eyes of the humiliated woman who could never have imagined that she would be in this position. I could tell that she was dragging things out so that she would not have to go further. "Get on with it Andrea," I said warningly. With a sob she moved behind my hanging balls and began to kick the sweaty area of my perineum, moving reluctantly towards my hairy arse. I got fed up with her messing about so I put my hand on her head and pulled her firmly between my thighs until I felt her lips on my arsehole. "Now just kiss my hole Andrea, running your tongue around the rim and pushing it as deeply up me as you can." The unhappy humiliated young blonde sobbed brokenly but was too afraid not to do as I commanded and I relaxed back with my hands behind my head as she sucked and kissed my sweaty hole pushing her hot tongue deep inside me. She was crying quietly and continuously. The sensation was incredible; I looked down at the previously conventional young mother between my spread thighs sucking, kissing firmly and deeply tonguing my sweaty arse. I lay back and watched her as she humiliated herself, destroying the last vestiges of her self- respect, enjoying the sensations that spread from my arse hole through my body. I kept her at it for what must have seemed hours to her but I was enjoying it too much to let her stop. "That's fine, Andrea," I said quietly, "my hole is nice and clean now. You can go back to sucking me off." She quickly moved from my arse, looked up into my eyes, and took my soft prick deep into her mouth. She began to automatically toss me off as she sucked me as I had taught her. In two days she had become an expert little cocksucker. I put my hand on her head and gently moved it back and forwards so that she was fucking my prick with her mouth but I wasn't getting hard as it was too soon after my last ejaculation. I took my hand away and she continued nursing at my soft prick, her blonde head bobbing backwards and forwards and her hair swinging. I just lay and relaxed while Andrea worked on my soft prick with her hot mouth. I was clearly not going to get hard again yet so I motioned Andrea to her feet, got up myself and turned her round so that her back was against me. I put my hands under her sweaty armpits and began to fairly roughly fondle her tits. I whispered into her ear, "I know what would be nice. How would you like a nice souvenir to show Gillian?" She trembled in my arms but was too afraid to speak. I chuckled and began to gnaw at her neck giving her a very obvious love-bite on her fair skin. "I can put these all over your neck if you like," I said conversationally, "and then everyone in the village will know what you have been up to." "Please leave me alone," she whispered wretchedly, "I can't stand much more." I looked at the clock. "We have about an hour and a half before Gillian comes home," I said, "I am going for a shower. You can stay sweaty like that until I decide differently. Put your shoes on or I'll spank you." The disheveled young blonde hurriedly put on her high heels and stood looking at me. She was very different from the clean young woman in a smart cocktail dress who had greeted me a couple of hours earlier. Her blonde hair hung moist and dank with perspiration and her dress clung to her sweaty body. I could clearly see the lines of dried white cum which had run down her stockings. "Make me a sandwich and some coffee and bring it up to the bedroom," I said, as I walked out of the door. I went upstairs and had a quick shower and washed and dried my hair. By the time Andrea tottered into the bedroom on her high heels I was lying relaxed on the bed. I had done almost all that I could this afternoon to my unhappy plaything. I had hurt and humiliated her but as far as I could tell she had only come once, when I had her fucking me on the settee. I thought that it would be nice for her if she came a few more times before Gillian came home! She might then be too exhausted to realise what I was doing with her daughter. I looked up at Andrea who looked back warily at me. "Go and have a shower and wash your hair darling, I said, "You have five minutes. Don't bother getting dressed." She was back almost immediately. I patted the bed beside me. "Come and lie down Andrea," I said, "you have not had a very nice afternoon, have you?" She shuddered. "I think that I can make it a little nicer for you before Gillian comes home," I said. I gently kissed her and moved my hand down over her plump belly on to her slender thigh just above the knee. As I kissed her I caressed the soft flesh inside her thigh with the very tips of my fingers. She shuddered and began to tremble. I took my lips from hers and put them to her soft clean hair by her delicate ear, "Pull your heels right up to your arse and spread your pretty thighs wide, Andrea" I whispered into her ear. I could feel her shaking as she did as I told her to. I moved down the bed until I was between her slender splayed thighs and smiled up into her frightened eyes. "I think that you are going to like this, darling" I said, as I pressed my mouth to her fleshy hairy cunt-lips and began to explore the outer and inner lips of her hairy hole with my lips and with the tip of my tongue. She gasped and I could feel her thighs trembling. I began to deeply kiss her cunt pushing my tongue up her clinging channel. She gasped again and I felt her thighs tense further as her heels pressed into the bed. My hand was still on the inside of her thigh and with gentle pressure I kept her thighs widely spread. I continued exploring her sexy cunt at my leisure enjoying her horrified reluctance but enjoying the taste and smell of her even more. I gave her a thorough tonguing sucking every part of the fragrant lips until, at last, I brought my tongue just inside the top of her gaping sloppy slit and began to gently tease her clitoris. "Oh my God!" she gasped, putting her small hand on my head "you can't do that. No one has ever done that to me before!" I ignored her and gently sucked the small bud with my lips and tongue. Without warning she gave a great gasp and convulsed, clutching my head between her slender strong thighs as she experienced the most shattering orgasm she had ever had. With gentle pressure on the inside of her thigh I parted her legs again and continued sucking her cunt. My face and lips were wet with her cunt-slime. She gave another deep sigh and lay trembling, her heels drumming against the bed but I continued to deeply tongue her wet hairy cunt. She began a low wailing noise despite her efforts to control herself. I and slowly and deliberately again began to tease her erect little clitoris. She had not recovered from the last orgasm before the next one hit her. Her wailing suddenly changed to a loud squeal and she burst into hysterical tears clasping the bedclothes in her fists her thighs widely spread as her heels drummed against the bed. Her head was thrown back and she was staring with empty eyes at the ceiling completely shattered by the two quick orgasms the intensity of which she had never experienced before. She was bathed in sweat again and her deep gasping breaths began to calm down and her hysterics muted to a gentle persistent sobbing as tears rolled down her lovely cheeks. She looked down at me through wide staring blue eyes as I lay between her thighs. I smiled up at her and deliberately put my mouth back on her wet cunt. "Oh God, no, not again!" she wailed. I began to very gently run my tongue around her cunt lips without pushing it up her, moving it up and down her gaping crack. Slowly and persistently I began to suck her drawing her juices into my mouth. I moved to the back of her cunt and began to gently, and delicately lick along her perineum, that delicate area between the back of her cunt and the dimple of her arse hole. She began to tremble again. I moved back to her cunt and casually pushed my tongue up her drawing it forward and separating the lips of her cunt with my lips until I had the hard little bud of her clitoris between my teeth. That was enough! She gave a sudden scream and came immediately, clasping my head between her strong but slender thighs and pulling my mouth into her cunt as though she would never let me go. She burst into tears again and I could feel the tension in her body as her heels pressed into the bed and her thighs kept my mouth pressed on to her cunt. My face was covered with her slime and, never one to waste an opportunity, I casually pushed my back tongue up her and continued to kiss her convulsing cunt. I licked her clitoris again and she gasped. She released my head and her thighs sank slackly to the bed. She seized my hair in her hands and moved my head from her cunt. This time I let her do it because I knew that she had had enough. I moved up the bed and lay beside her kissing her ear through the soft curtain of her hair and gently fondling her soft breast as she began to calm down. She gave a deep sigh and the colour began to return to her cheeks as she stopped crying and brought her breathing under control. I glanced at the clock. We still had about half an hour before Gillian could be expected home. I had a real hard- on again from the entertainment I had had with Andrea's cunt and, as I didn't intend to have an ejaculation with Gillian on this occasion, I thought that I had better make the most of it. I rolled on to my side and pulled Andrea towards me. I took her in my arms and moved her leg so that it was over mine separating her thighs and giving me access to her wet cunt. In a single movement I slid my stiff eight inches up her until I was buried in her belly to my balls. She gasped. I kissed her gently. "Do you like having a stiff prick up you, Andrea?" I asked. She shut her eyes. "Well?" I asked again, pinching her bottom. She looked at me, her big blue eyes wide with tears. "I can stand it when you are not being cruel to me," she whispered, "But you can be so awful." I just laughed and rolled her on to her back. She automatically clasped me around the waist with her strong thighs pulling me into her and moving with me as I began to shag her hard. I mauled her plump tits as I gave her a really rough ride. I knew that I might have trouble coming after the efforts of the afternoon and I certainly did not expect Andrea to come again. However, to my surprise, as I came up her after a really hard ride I heard her give a little squeal and her thighs tensed around me. I knew then that she had come again also. I lay relaxing on her sweaty body as her limp thighs dropped from me and fell, slackly splayed, on the bed. I just lay with my weight on her, our sweat mingling, as we both got our breath back. I moved off her. "Gillian will be home in a few minutes," I said, "go and have a shower and put on the sheerest nightdress you have with no dressing gown. I want Gillian to be in no doubt as to how we have spent the afternoon." Andrea looked at me in horror. "You can't make me do that!" she gasped. I just laughed. "Get on with it or you'll still be naked when she comes home." Andrea gasped and ran to the bathroom. I went downstairs and collected my trousers. I did not mean to frighten Gillian too soon. While Andrea was drying her hair I had a quick shower, slipped my trousers on and lay on the bed. Andrea came naked out of the bathroom. "Please let me get dressed before my daughter comes home," she begged. I looked at her from my comfortable position on the bed. "If you are not in a night-dress that I like within ten seconds," I said quietly, "Gillian will find you across my knee being thrashed with my belt when she comes in." Without hesitation Andrea went to her dressing-table and slipped on a sheer black shortie night-dress. She looked hesitatingly at me. "Please may I put panties on," she begged. I smiled to myself. She was learning. I nodded and she slipped matching panties up her long lovely slender legs. She looked absolutely stunning. The black nightdress had a low-cut scalloped neckline which clung to and outlined her prominent bosom and displayed a deep cleavage. Her stiff nipples and areolae were very evident through the thin sheer material. The panties were pulled tightly up into her cunt outlining her fleshy lips and displaying the groove of her cunt very clearly. She had drawn her long blonde hair into a pony-tail which made her look very young. "You look very nice Andrea," I said, "Gillian should be proud to have such a pretty young mother." She shuddered. "This is how things are going to be," I told her, "Gillian will have had a shower after hockey training. You will be downstairs in the kitchen preparing our supper, when Gillian comes home. When she comes in you are to send Gillian to her room and tell her to put on the nightdress and panties that she was wearing last night. She is not to wear slippers or a dressing gown and you will then bring her to me in the bedroom. You will bring her in and tell me that I have your permission to do what I like to her and then you will watch as I kiss her and begin to feel her. You will then go down and stay downstairs for half an hour while I play with your daughter. By then you should have made us some supper. After half an hour you can come and knock at the bedroom door with the supper and we might let you in if we are not too busy. If you forget any of that, or get any of it wrong, I will thrash your fat arse with my belt in front of your daughter." "Please don't do this," she begged, "don't shame me in front of my daughter." I looked at her and laughed. "I don't repeat myself," I said warningly, "just go downstairs and get on with it." Andrea went down the stairs and almost at once the outside door opened and I heard Gillian's high-pitched teenage tones. After a few minutes I heard a soft knock at the bedroom door. I got off the bed and opened it, looking at the two frightened blondes almost identically attired in black night- dresses. They could almost have been sisters rather than mother and daughter. I stood aside and motioned them in. "Have you spoken to Gillian, Andrea?" I asked. Andrea nodded. "Well?" I said. Andrea said quietly, "I have told Gillian that she is to stay in here with you while I make your supper and that she is to do what she is told, and that I want her to do it. She doesn't really understand." "Very good," I said, "she soon will understand." I took the teenager by the arm and pulled her gently to me. I tilted up her chin to my face and, looking over at her horrified young mother I began to kiss her virtually naked daughter. I put my left arm round the girl and slid it down to the slight swell of her under-developed bottom and began to fondle her buttock. Her mother gasped again. I slightly turned Gillian so that her mother could see exactly what I was doing and put my right hand on the upper part of her waist with my thumb brushing the underside of her immature but fairly prominent breast. So far my kiss had been very gentle but now I slightly extended my tongue so that it touched Gillian's soft lips. I pressed slightly more firmly and the trembling young teenager's lips parted. I slipped my tongue between her lips and took possession of her sweet young mouth. As I began to kiss her more deeply I moved my right hand slowly up on to her tit and began to feel her through the nylon of the nightdress. As the teenager gasped under an adult kiss with the hand that I still had on her arse I drew her more firmly towards me so that her cunt was pressed against my prick. She was a tall girl, about the same height as her mother. I felt her nipple begin to stiffen under my hand so I moved to the other breast. As I continued to feel her I took my lips from hers and looked across at her mother. "Well, Andrea?" I asked, "What is it like to have given your daughter, practically naked, to me and giving me permission to do what I like to her? How do you feel now that you can see her being touched up in front of you and knowing that you are letting me do it?" "You made me do it!" she gasped, "I'd give anything not to have it happen." I laughed. "You haven't got anything I want more than your pretty daughter. Now get out and leave us alone. When the supper is ready come bring up mine and Gillian's on a tray and knock and wait. Don't come in whatever noises you hear until you are told." I turned my back on her as she left the room crying and I led her pretty young daughter to the bed. I lay down on the bed and motioned for Gillian to join me which she quickly did. I enjoyed watching her lithe young body so clearly revealed by the sheer sexy material of the nightdress. There are few things more appealing than a fit young teen-age girl's developing body. Her breasts moved appealingly under the sheer nylon and as she drew her legs on to the bed I looked down to the join at the top of her legs and let her see me looking. She began to blush sweetly. The tight panties outlined the fleshy lips and prominent mound of her young cunt and the soft fleece on her pubic mound showed clearly through the thin material. She appeared to take after her mother in this department, both had well-developed fleshy cunts with a prominent pubic mound well dressed with curly blonde hair! "Take your hair out of the pony-tail darling," I said, "and leave it loose." She put both hands behind her head to loosen her hair and this pose made her breasts stand out firmly against the nylon nightie. I could see that her nipples were making hard little points against the thin material. She may be frightened still, but this sexy little piece was excited despite herself as well. I tilted the teenager's chin up and gently kissed her. "Go to the bottom of the bed, darling and as I lift my arse pull of my trousers and then come back up here," I said gently. She quickly did as she was told and I lifted up my arse to make it easier for her. I was now completely naked beside the excited young teenager.. "Now, Gillian," I said, "you told me last night that you had never touched your boyfriend's prick. I want you to feel my prick and balls gently until I tell you to stop." She looked fearfully down. My prick was semi-erect lying across my thigh and must have looked huge to her inexperienced eyes. She did not move but just lay looking dumbly at it. "Do it," I said quietly, "or you know that I will hurt you." She reached out with her small hand and gingerly touched my prick about half way up the shaft. I made her close her hand around the shaft and showed her how to wank me. My prick rapidly became fully erect under this treatment. "Do you know what you are doing Gillian?" I asked. She shook her head. I laughed. "I don't believe you, you little liar. You may never have done it before but I bet that you talked to your posh Kent friends. Well?" I tilted her face up to mine. The blonde teenager blushed deeply and her wide baby-blue eyes looked into mine. "I'm giving you a wank," she whispered shyly. "That's right," I said, "now feel my balls with your other hand." While the girl was wanking and feeling me I put my mouth down to her firm young breast and began to suck the nipple through it's nylon cover. She gasped and her hand tightened on my prick. I took my mouth from her tit for a moment. "Wank me harder, Gillian," I said and the girl lengthened her stroke until she was tossing me off very nicely indeed. I went back to sucking her tit, moving from one to the other. Her sexually inexperienced young body was wriggling excitedly under the unaccustomed caresses as her nipples stiffened and I began to become aroused again. I did not intend, however to fuck Gillian this time. It would be something for her and her mother to worry about while I was away, what I was going to do to them when I returned. Time was getting on and I had done all that I really wanted to in the time I had. There was a slight noise at the bedroom door and a gentle knock. Gillian's hand froze on my prick. I took my lips from her stiff nipple. "Carry on wanking me off, Gillian," I said and waited till she complied. I then told her mother to come in and went back to sucking her daughter's nipple. Andrea came through the door and gasped as she saw her young daughter tossing off a naked man. I lay back with my hands behind my head and looked at the horrified young mother watching her virgin teenage daughter tossing a man off and fondling his hairy balls. "You can serve us our supper now Andrea," I said casually and the trembling mother poured coffee and offered sandwiches to her daughter and to the man who had so quickly and easily assumed control of their lives. I made her stand by the bed as we finished our supper and she stood nervously shifting from one foot to the other and twisting her hands anxiously. It was now nearly time for me to go but there was one last act which would burn the activities of the past days into the minds of mother and daughter and let them know how things were going to be as long as they lived in the valley. I finished my supper and lay back with my hands behind my head looking at Andrea. "Toss me off Gillian," I ordered, and the girl immediately reached for my prick and began to wank me back to stiffness. her mother gasped with horror again. I looked up at Andrea. "Give me your panties," I said simply. She reddened and then went pale and began to tremble. "You couldn't be so wicked as to make me do that in front of my daughter," she gasped. "Let me put it this way," I said quietly, "if your panties are not off in ten seconds I will take my belt to both you and Gillian before I leave." She did not hesitate but wriggled the panties down her slender legs and held them out to me blushing. I did not take them at once of course, knowing me would you really have expected me to? I let the young mother stand humiliating herself with her panties in her outstretched trembling hand as she watched her daughter tossing off my stiff prick. "Do you think that your Mummy has a nice cunt, Gillian?" I asked. They both gasped with horror and I laughed and took her panties. "Get on the bed, Andrea," I ordered. She lay on the other side of me so that I was between her and her daughter, who was still giving me a nice wank. "Pull your heels up to your arse Andrea and spread your thighs," I said, "you should know the position by now." The frightened woman immediately did as she was told and I put my hand between her thighs and gently finger-fucked her as her daughter wanked me. Despite herself Andrea was turned on and her cunt was wet under my fingers. I gently removed Gillian's hand from my prick and moved down the bed so that I was between her mother's spread inviting thighs. "You know what sex is about, Gillian," I said, "you have had lessons at school and I am sure that you and your friends have sniggered about it. Well now you are going to see it." "No, please, no," Andrea whispered. I moved forward so that my prick was brushing the outer lips of her hairy cunt. "Open the lips of your cunt, Andrea," I said. I now had such complete domination that, in spite of the presence of her daughter she immediately did as I commanded. "Now, Gillian," I said, "take my prick in you hand and push it up your mother's cunt." There was no hesitation now as the frightened girl did as I told her and I slid my stiff prick straight up the young mother, sheathing myself in her to the balls as she lay beside her daughter. The humiliated young woman was as red as a beet-root as she submitted under me in the presence of her virgin daughter. "Well, Gillian," I said, "what do you think of your mother now, lying with a man's stiff prick hard up her waiting to be fucked?" Gillian trembled but did not reply. I lay forward and began to feel Andrea's plump breasts as I began to fuck her. I did not have much time now as it was already later than I should have liked so I began to ride Andrea harder, making sure that my prick brushed her erect clitoris with each stroke. I intended to make her come in the presence of her daughter. I increased my stroke, shagging the arse off her. She clearly was trying not to co-operate as she was ashamed in front of her young daughter. But the feelings emanating from my continued agitation of her stiff little clitoris overcame her inhibitions and, despite herself, her thighs locked themselves around my waist and pulled me deeper up her hairy hole. She began to gasp with each stroke and then to emit wordless squeals. I had also forgotten Gillian by now as I rode her mother to her last shattering orgasm of the day. Andrea squealed loudly as I came up her and lay panting on her, squeezing and mauling her sweaty tits through the clinging nylon as her thighs fell to the bed and lay spread and wanton. The room smelt of cunt. While I was lying stuck up the fucked-out mother I reached over and grasped her daughter's tit. Gillian gasped as I pulled her to me by the nipple and began to deeply kiss her. I felt the daughter's breasts thoroughly through her nightdress as I kissed her. I was really enjoying myself but, sadly, time had run out and I had to go. I released Gillian and pulled my prick from Andrea's sticky cunt and got off the bed. As I put my trousers on I looked at the shocked mother still trembling from the orgasm and at her pretty daughter who had learnt so much in such a short time. "I have to go now," I said, "as I told you, I'll be away in Switzerland for a few days. We can continue this when I return." I gave them a last look and left the bedroom. I collected my sweater and shoes from the living room and went back to my cottage where I had a quick coffee before loading the car for my quick drive to the airport and my promised re-union with Jonathan and my meeting with his bride, Jane. (see 'The Climbing Hut'). ****** This is the third part of what was to be a three-part story but I think that there may be more! If you would like any more on Andrea and Gillian, let me know. I may add to this if there is enough interest. 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