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(Mf, ped, inc, reluc, mast, bd) *** Sunday was a quiet day, at least until Mom finally started doing laundry about three in the afternoon. She wasn't at it for ten minutes when I hear her yell my name. "Jenni! Get your butt in here!!" She was loud enough to be heard all the way from the laundry room. I put down the homework assignment that Jessica had told me about the night before. I honestly didn't have a clue what mom was yelling about. But I knew that tone of voice and I had a feeling this might end up in another spanking... When I got to the living room, Mom had already coming into the living room, a pair of my thong panties dangling from one finger. "And what have I told you about wearing these outside the house?" I knew exactly what she was talking about. My excursion yesterday with Jim included that thong – not that I actually had it on very much... "Um..." There I went again – Little Miss Articulate. I knew what was coming. "You know what happens next, don't you?" "Yes mom." "Then don't keep me waiting. Get over there by the chair and get undressed." Wouldn't you know it? Jim chose that exact moment to come into the living room from the hallway, taking his seat in the very chair I was standing next to. He'd timed it perfectly for mom's departure towards the laundry room where she kept the belt. Jim smiled broadly at me as he set down on the table next to the chair a box of three brand new golf balls. 'Golf balls?' My brain briefly registered as I hurried through my undressing. I thought of how much I'd changed since the previous fall when I was nearly hysterical over my first nude spanking in front of Jim. Now I think Jim saw me naked much more frequently than mom did. I was just bending over to grasp my ankles when mom came back in. "I couldn't find the belt, but I found this wooden dowel. It should do the trick..." 'A wooden dowel?' My brain was struggling with the concept, blood rushing into it as it hung below my boobs. 'Wait! That's like a thick, strong stick!' I barely had time to open my mouth to say something when mom's first blow struck my ass. My intake of breath to speak became a harsher sucking sound devoid of intelligent thought. I don't think I was quite done inhaling when the second blow fell, causing me to expel my breath in a huffing sound. I think I was beginning to have tunnel vision by the time the third blow fell. After that I can't remember anything except when the blows stopped. Mom was panting, a glazed look on her face closer to what I'd seen when she had Jim's dick in her. "I think that's enough for now. This rod is a lot more punishing than the belt, so I only gave you ten swats." 'Swats?' Did she think she was smacking flies? And ten? I was certain it was at least a hundred... I straightened up, not daring to put my hands on my ass. I was certain I was bleeding, but I didn't really want to know. What I wanted was ice packs for my bruised buns. "You know the drill, Jenni, up against the wall while I finish supper. I'll let you know when you can get dressed again." She walked out of the living room to the kitchen and in a moment I could hear the clanking of pans and the banging of cupboard doors. I tentatively tried my legs and, to my surprise, they held me up. I walked to the wall, with my upper thighs greasily sliding past each other. Oh, my god! Pussy was very, very wet...she must have liked it! I can tell you my ass didn't but I was positively dripping. I heard the crinkling of cellophane as Jim got up from his chair, his tented trousers leading the way. Seems my pussy wasn't the only thing aroused. Jim came up behind me, his fingertips brushing against the welts on my ass. "Do you have any idea how incredibly sexy those stripes look? And I can tell from your wet thighs that you liked it, too. Didn't you?" In my embarrassment, I couldn't answer. My face turned red in realization of how much I had enjoyed the process of being punished. I hung my head slightly, afraid to tell Jim the truth he already knew about me. His caressing fingers suddenly pinched a welt and I suppressed a squeal as I rose on tiptoes against the pain. "I asked you a question, little girl. You liked it, didn't you?" In my smallest, quietest voice I answered, "Yes, sir." "I have a special present for you tonight. Considering the size of your new toy, I'm sure you can handle this." He held up a golf ball. "See this? I'm going to push it up your pussy. The ball is no bigger around than the head of that dildo I gave you. I know you can fit one up there. I'm almost certain you can fit two. So, tonight we're going to try to fit all three." He held up the first one. "Open your mouth and get it nice and wet with your spit. When you're ready, nod your head and I'll take it from you." I turned my head towards him and opened my mouth. Jim fed me that ball like it was the tastiest morsel I was likely to get all week. I really had to open my mouth wide to get it past my teeth, but it fit without too much trouble. I rolled it around in my mouth, covering it with spit, then pushed it to the front of my mouth and started pushing it past my teeth, just barely holding it in with my lips. And I nodded. Jim's hand came up and took it from my mouth. At the same time he inserted his other hand between my legs, pushing them apart, giving him room to reach my pussy. Jim stared into my eyes as he brought the ball under my crotch, pressing it against my pussy lips, working it back and forth to settle it into my hole. Suddenly I felt it in place at the entrance. "Relax," he said, "and it will go in much easier." I closed my eyes briefly and bent my knees slightly, working my hips slightly and relaxing my muscles. I felt pressure, harder at the edges than what I remembered from the much more rubbery dildo, and suddenly it popped past the entrance and I felt the fullness of it inside me. Oh, it was so weird having that round thing in me. Jim gave me no rest, though, as he brought the second ball to my mouth. We repeated the spit lubrication and in a moment, ball number two followed ball number one up inside my pussy. That feeling of fullness was much harder to ignore and I felt like the golf balls were getting heavier. I know it was only psychological, but I swear it was as if Jim threw a switch and caused gravity to increase! "Ball number three. Open wide." Jim's voice pulled me back to reality and I dutifully worked that one around in my mouth as well. "Ok, here's the test. Can she do all three, ladies and gentleman?" Jim's grin brought a little levity to an otherwise weird situation – an adult male was stuffing golf balls up the pussy of his nude, thirteen year old stepdaughter. This one was harder. The combined space occupied by the three golf balls was longer than the dildo I'd played with, and much less forgiving. At least the dildo's true-to-life cock shape was tapered at the tip... I grunted slightly as the third popped into place, that feeling of heaviness returning in full force. "Five minutes – I know you can hold them for five minutes." Jim spoke with such certainty that I actually felt guilty for doubting myself. It turned into the longest five minutes of my life. I needed to concentrate in order to keep my pussy from spreading open and dropping a ball, or all of them, on the floor. But Jim wasn't going to let me do that. He moved to directly behind me when he saw that furrowed- brow look I had. His hands reached around my shoulders and grabbed my nipples. Not hard, but definitely pinching, working, twirling, pulling on them. And my concentration slipped. And a ball dropped out. "Oh, that's not good. I'll have to find a way to punish you for that." Jim reached down and retrieved the ball from the carpet and pushed it at my pussy again. "Spread," he commanded. And I spread my legs. It went in easier the second time, which told me two things – I was becoming accustomed to having an object that size pass through the opening to my pussy, and that it would be harder to keep it in because it was easier to get it in. "Keep a tight grip, girl, no matter what I do or say. Now, shall we try this again?" Jim said as he reached for my nipples a second time. This time I was better prepared, and I kept a tight hold on the I-swear-to- God heavier contents of my vaginal cavity. "So, did you talk to Jessica?" The change in subjects almost made me drop a ball. "Um, yes. I got my homework from her." "And is she coming over?" Somehow I knew this wouldn't be good for Jessica. "Yes, tomorrow after school. Her mom is working late and her dad is out of town on business. I plan on asking mom if she can stay for supper." "Your mother will be working late, too, so I'll be making supper." Jim smiled – that almost evil smile that told me there was too much happening for me to understand. "Of course she can stay. And here's what I want you to do to set things up." So, there I was, standing against the wall clutching three golf balls in my pussy, having my nipples pinched and pulled, and trying very hard to understand the very precise arrangements Jim had made for Jessica's visit. If I screwed it up, Jim explained, I would be the one paying the price. Jim finally felt I was prepared. "Ok, you've repeated my instructions back to me twice, perfectly. I think you've got it. Now, pop out the golf balls one at a time. That means you'll have to loosen your grip to push one out, then squeeze again to keep the others in." God, I think that was harder than keeping them in. At first I couldn't figure out which muscles to "push" with, until Jim compared it to pushing the last of my pee out... The first one popped out almost too easily. The second one I almost lost because I pushed too hard. The third was hardest because there was nothing else pushing against it, but I finally managed to pop it out into Jim's hand. I was beginning to be afraid it would be stuck up there. Jim handed them to me just as my mother yelled from the kitchen to go put something on and come back out for supper. Jim just smiled at me as I gathered my clothes and headed down the hall to my room. Tomorrow would be interesting. Monday at school Jessica was a bit weird. Catching up with the missed lessons, assignments, and class work from Friday was the easy part. The hard part was looking Jessica in the eye. I couldn't tell her about Saturday and I couldn't tell her the plan Jim had drilled into me yesterday afternoon. I felt like such a traitor as we left school at the end of the day and walked to my house. Just as Jim had promised, he had parked his car somewhere away from the house so Jessica wouldn't know he was already there. I unlocked the door and entered the house, dropped my book bag and started to get undressed, even before Jessica had the door fully closed. "Gawd, Jenni! Do you do this every day?" "Yea, when Jim isn't home yet. I like being naked, don't you?" "Well, sure, but most of the time I go to my room first. I dunno, it just doesn't seem...safe or whatever to just dump clothes here..." Jessica was obviously nervous about this, despite our earlier escapades. "What if your stepdad comes home and finds all these clothes on the floor? He'd know we were naked and see our underwear! Gawd, I would be so embarrassed!" "Oh, relax, Jessica." My voice sounded calmer than I felt. "We can just bring all this stuff into my room." I turned and gave her a grin. "Besides, I have a new toy I want to show you..." "A toy? What do you mean a toy? Aren't we a little old for dolls?" "No, a girl toy... Kinda like your cigar tube." I paused and grinned a little wider, "Only better..." Now Jessica was interested. I watched her remove her bra and noticed how perky her usually small nipples were. "A toy? You mean a real, like, looks real, oh my god where did you get it!" The big lie... "On Sunday my mom asked me to take a couple of boxes out to the curb to be picked up as trash. In one of the boxes I saw what looked like new packaging, you know, stuff that had never been opened." I paused in my rehearsed story. "So, I opened the flaps of the box and found a bunch of little kid stuff that we obviously didn't need. But toward the bottom of the box I found this...thing... I knew what it was right away...and I knew that if my mom had put it in this box she wouldn't miss it and wouldn't expect it to NOT get thrown away. So, I kept it." By that time we had walked to my room, clothes in hand, dumping them in a mingled heap on my bed. I reached into my closet and took out the special shoe box. With a big grin on my face I dumped the contents on the bed, the dildo and golf balls bouncing slightly as they hit the blanket. The look on Jessica's face was priceless. She looked like she was seeing a real cock, severed from the body, dumped before her... "Well?" My voice broke the silence. "What do you think?" "Oh my god, it's got like balls and everything... Have you used it? Crap! How could you, it's so big! Did it fit? Was it nice? Ohmygod, listen to me... Um... Can I try it?" I laughed. "I was hoping you'd want to try it. See this suction cup? Imagine it against the shower wall... or on a table top... It won't fall over or move around. You won't even need your hands to hold it, except to put it in." I got up from the bed and started towards the door. "C'mon, the coffee table will work perfectly." As I walked out, I grabbed a couple of scarves from the back of the door. Jessica followed me out, her eyes fixed on my fake cock. I glanced back at her and smiled. I could see wetness on her thighs as she walked. She was obviously turned on by the idea of what she was about to do. I brought the suction cup end of the dildo to my mouth and gave it a swipe with my tongue. Then I planted it sharply on the corner of coffee table. It attached with a solid but wetly sucking sound. I knew it was secure. Jessica didn't need my help. She backed her butt up to the corner of the table and settled herself towards the tip of the dildo. She brought her right hand down and grasped it as she settled herself on it, slowing as the tip penetrated her tight teen pussy. Gawd, I was jealous just looking at her. For as many times as I'd tried it, I hadn't done this yet. Jessica worked her hips back and forth a bit, wetting the dildo before pushing herself down farther. "How much do you think you can take?" I wasn't sure she could do the whole thing if the only other practice she'd had was her cigar tube. "Hah. I'll sink right down on it... Ungh, I as soooo horny right now." Jessica matched her words with the lowering of her hips. Her right hand came away as she lifted her head and closed her eyes. "Ungggghhh... oh, it feels so good going up my pussy... ungggh..." The sight of her skinny butt rising and falling slowly on that rubber intruder was damn sexy, let me tell you. I rolled the scarf. "Here, try this as a blindfold." I brought the rolled scarf around her head and over her eyes. "It will help you concentrate on the sensations inside your pussy..." Jessica's hands came up to hold it against her eyes as I tied it behind her head. "Now don't you feel like the only two things in the world are you and that rubber cock? Oh, you look so sexy riding that thing..." Jessica's breathing became more ragged as she became more and more turned on. My words seemed to have an effect on her. I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. It was Jim with a video camera on a tripod coming from the short hallway to the laundry room and garage. He made a rolling motion with one hand then pinched his fingers against his thumb several times, rapidly. I instantly understood – keep talking, keep Jessica focused on my voice and her sensations so Jim could film this without her knowing it. "Mmmm. Imagine someone watching you as you fuck yourself on this cock. What would they think of you? Are you a slut for fucking yourself like this?" "Aaaaaahhhh... Uggggghhhh... Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...I'm fucking myself... Unnnhhh..." I reached over and gently grasped her arms. My voice was soft in her ears. "Let me pull your arms behind you. You can pretend they are tied there. Pretend you are letting a man watch you fuck yourself on your fake cock. Do you like being watched?" "Unnnhhhhh... Frrrrmmmmph... Gah! Oh, god, I'm gonna cum..." Jim bent over the camera, adjusting the lens. I think he was zooming in so my face wouldn't be in the picture. "Go, Jessica, fuck yourself on that... Pretend it's that football player you like, Randy, and he's pushing his cock far up inside you." Jessica's panting got more fervent, her legs started to quiver. "And Randy isn't the only one here. Standing behind him is that guy Ken from your biology class that you think is so cute. He wants to pound your pussy after Randy is done. Are you willing to do two guys in a row?" Jessica was practically incoherent, emitting a blubbering wail that probably was some variation on 'Fuck me', but who could understand it? "Fuck harder, Jessica. Randy is ready to shoot and Ken wants to fuck you next. Two guys, Jessica, two guys are going to fuck you... Gawd, what a slut you are..." That did it. As soon as I said the word 'slut,' she stiffened and clenched her thighs together. An inarticulate, strangled moan leaked from her throat as her orgasm swept over her. I think I was jealous. Finally, she gurgled to an end and slumped. Jim took that as his cue to leave, shutting off the camera and slipping down the back hallway. I let go of Jessica's arms and she brought them up to support her on the table corner. Shakily, she lifted herself off the dildo, juices coating it like frosting. It was actually foamy. Wow, kinda neat. I pulled the scarf up over her head and she blinked in the light. "I swear to God, Jenni, I could feel someone watching me. I mean it, like there really was someone else here. Oh, God, and it turned me on so much... I think I like the idea of being watched..." I hid a smile. Jim's thumbs-up gesture as he disappeared around the corner had thrilled me. I had pleased Jim! And instantly, I felt the lovely, decadent perversion of it – I was willing to do sexual things, even to get my best friend to reveal her nakedness and own perversion, just to please my stepfather. Oh, how I've changed. "Sit down, Jessica, before you fall down. Better yet, let's go back to my room. I want to show you what I do with the golf balls." I pulled the gooey dildo off the corner of the coffee table and used the scarf to wipe up the wetness around where it had been mounted. When we got to the bedroom I used the scarf to wipe down the dildo, too, and put it back in the box. I'd clean it properly sometime later. I dropped to the bed next to the golf balls and picked them up. I slipped one in my mouth as Jessica watched, a look of confusion on her face. I smiled as I pulled the wet ball from my mouth and reached between my legs with it. Pussy was already very wet. She'd obviously enjoyed Jessica's performance. I watched Jessica's eyes as I pushed the ball up into myself, her eyes incredulous as it popped inside. "The ball is about the same size as the head of the dildo. If I can get the dildo in, I can get a ball in." I put another ball in my mouth, got it wet, and pulled it out. "Now watch me put all three up my pussy." And so I slipped the second one in, with the third one following immediately after. Jessica was fascinated. I stood up and started walking around. Jessica was amazed. "Won't they fall out?" "Nah. You squeeze them in with the same muscles you use to hold in your pee when you can't get to the bathroom right away, and you push them out kinda the same way, like when you squeeze the last drops of pee out." Instantly she understood. "How long have you held them in for?" Jessica asked. "So far only five minutes. I'm going to work my way up a few minutes a day until I get a chance to test it in public." "In public!! What do you mean?" I smiled. "You know, like in the mall, walking around. But I think wearing panties would be cheating because they would help you hold them in, so I'd have to take them off first." "Go commando? Geez, I thought only boys did that. Oh, Jenni, that is just so kinky..." "Oh, and bouncing on a dildo attached to my coffee table isn't? Besides, it's not like anyone would KNOW I wasn't wearing panties... Unless I flashed them or something..." Jessica's look of shock was priceless. Funny how Jessica had taken the lead in our explorations of our bodies but how I'd passed her. Of course, I had an adult tutor and Jessica didn't. "C'mon, Jessica. We'll get our moms to take us to the mall next Saturday. We gotta wear skirts, but nothing too short or my mom will have a kitten. I'll have my golf balls in my purse. You should get some, too. Then we can go to the Ladies Room and take off our panties, put in the golf balls, and then walk around a while." Jessica shook her head doubtfully. It took me five more minutes of cajoling before she finally agreed. I suggested a snack so we headed out to the kitchen. I stood by the counter while I ate some cookies and had a glass of milk. Not only did I not trust what would happen if I sat down but I thought it might be somehow cheating to help me keep the golf balls in. Before I realized it, fifteen minutes had passed and I still had the three golf balls up my pussy. I grinned at Jessica and spread my legs slightly, squatting to better reach my pussy. I concentrated my muscles and popped out the first golf ball. Jessica was wide-eyed. I popped out the second and put in on the table next to the first, a slight slime trail glistening on the table. Like before, the third was the hardest and it was a couple of minutes before I could feel it pushing against my pussy lips from the inside. In a moment it joined its companions on the table. The phone rang, scaring the daylights out of both of us. Jessica actually pulled her hands in to cover her boobs and her pussy. I laughed as I reached for the phone. "Hello? Oh, hi, Jim. Yea, Jessica is over, we're studying at the kitchen table and having a snack. What? Yea, we're almost out of milk, and yes, spaghetti sounds fine. Bye." "As you could tell, that was Jim. He's on his way home and wanted to know if we needed anything and if spaghetti was ok for dinner. He's cooking because my mom has to work late tonight. We should go get dressed and pull out our books." Jessica got up from the table and raced down the hall to my room. I retrieved the golf balls and followed her more slowly. On the phone Jim had said the video came out perfectly and that we'd be watching it after supper. I could hardly wait. Continued in part 7... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 61