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(Mf, ped, reluc, mast, bi) *** Chapter 8 I had just returned to my room after my shower when mom came home. I needed that shower after the sweating and cumming I did bobbing up and down on my rubber cock. Jim had done the same to me as he had done with Jessica, a squirt-bath of man cum running from my chin and chest, a distinct gob balanced on one nipple that, when I saw it ready to drip, sent me over the edge into probably MY biggest and best orgasm ever. Jim took care of living room cleanup while I showered. I found my rubber friend on my bed, all clean, when I walked into my room. I was putting it away when I heard mom close the door from the garage. Mom dragged herself into the living room, clearly exhausted, and propped her feet on the coffee table in exactly the same spot I had been pumping and sweating not fifteen minutes before. "This job is gonna be the death of me, I swear." She smiled up at Jim as he handed her a beer, unasked. Mom took a big swig before continuing. "We're in the middle of a new software installation and it's not going well. My new hours for the rest of this week, including Saturday, are noon to midnight. I get Sunday off but have to be ready for a similar schedule next week if there are problems during the run testing on Sunday." Mom took another big swig. "God, I hate my life right about now." Jim headed to the kitchen and returned with another beer just as mom set down the first, now empty bottle. "Jim, can you be here for Jenni all this week? I know you had some things planned, but I can't be here when she gets home..." Jim smiled reassuringly. "No problem, honey. I'll give Jenni everything she needs..." I hid a smile at that, visualizing more hot ropes of cum squirted on my body. Yea, Jim would be giving me things all right... Mom was already finishing the second beer, set it down hard, and stood up. "You have no idea how much better I feel knowing my baby is well-taken care of. I'm going to bed, I'm exhausted." Mom shuffled down the hall, mumbling 'g'nites' to us both. Jim smiled at me. His voice was soft but carried that authoritative tone that I both craved and feared. "I hope you realize you'll be spending a lot of time naked over the next several days. Be sure to get as much homework as possible completed at school, before you get home. If my fun, our fun begins to interfere, let me know. You may be doing your homework naked, but you'll get it done first." "Yes sir. I think I can get most of my usual homework done at school. I do have a project I have to turn in next week and I can't wait until Sunday to start it. I'll tell you more about it after school tomorrow." "Good. Now, off to bed with you. Tonight has been a busy night. And today was only Monday..." I don't know what made me do it. I think I could count the number of times I'd kissed Jim at maybe a half- dozen, including my excitement over the Christmas thong panties. But when I stood up I walked over to him and took his face in my hands and laid on a lip- lock that would have thrilled a rock star. I even slipped him my tongue. And, with Pussy tingling yet again, I headed off to bed. Tuesday at school Jessica was a little weird to me. Not cold or hostile, more like she had no idea what to say. I sat next to her at lunch, hoping to talk about it, but several of our friends, both boys and girls, sat with us and there was no chance. Finally during our study hall last class period, most of the other students had taken passes to various locations – the library, the office, the nurse, to another teacher for help – leaving Jessica and I and two others in the room. The teacher excused herself to go the bathroom and I poked Jessica to get her attention. "Are you going to talk to me today?" "Jenni, I have no idea what to say... Was last night real? I was awake for hours, reliving that moment over and over. I..." Jessica looked around then leaned in closer, her voice softer. "I played with my pussy twice more before I could go to sleep." "Yea," I said, "I did the same thing the first time Jim touched me. My body was screaming to be touched again but there was only me. Not the same, is it?" "No way! Having a guy touch you is sooo different, more powerful, if that makes sense." "Oh, I know exactly what you mean." I looked over at the other students to make sure they weren't listening in, but they were engrossed in their own conversation. "Can you come over after school again this week, before Saturday? Maybe you could stay overnight on Friday night!" "I haven't even asked my mom yet about the mall on Saturday," Jessica said. "That would give me an excuse to ask, and it would make it easier on mom not having to drive me to the mall on Saturday." "Ok, then let's plan it that way. You ask your mom about staying over on Friday and going to the mall on Saturday. I'll double-check with Jim, but you know he'll say yes. And don't worry about golf balls, I know Jim has several packages and we can give you one." "Golf balls? What do I need...oh...I forgot." Jessica's blush exploded from her blouse, up across her face. "Before I sat on your...toy...I would have told you I couldn't ever get anything like that in my...me. But now? Hah, will three be enough? I STILL feel stretched and full!" I walked home after school, just as I always did and, without even seeing or hearing Jim in the house, stopped by the kitchen table and dumped my book bag and proceeded to remove my clothing. I padded into the living room oblivious to the world. And stopped dead. There was another man in the house, sitting next to Jim. My mind froze, I wasn't able to move, I'm not sure I was even breathing any more. My heart was going a thousand miles an hour and I am certain I invented new shades of red in my utter embarrassment. Having your mom or your girlfriend see you naked was one thing, and I even was used to Jim seeing me naked. But not this... "Oh, Carl, this is my step-daughter, Jenni. This is standard practice for her when she comes home from school, either when she's alone or here with just me. Her mom wouldn't understand..." "No problem, Jim. As I said, we have some similar practices at my house. I really want our step- daughters to meet. When can we set it up?" What? There were other girls like me? Jim answered, "How about you stop by tomorrow after school? Come by about this time and we can make an evening of it, supper included." Jim turned to me. "Jenni, this is Carl, a co-worker, who I discovered has, well, similar interests. He's bringing his daughter, Cassie, over tomorrow afternoon." "Um, yea, I heard. Um, I'm just going to, um, go back and get my clothes now..." Jim spoke sharply. "No, you're not. Carl was impressed by what I told him of your punishment routine, so we're going to show him what it looks like." Jim stood up and pulled his belt from his pants. "Get over here and bend over." Now I was afraid. Not of the punishment. I know I'd taken worse from Jim and from my mom than what he was likely to give me just to show Carl. Besides, if I guessed right, his 'punishment routine' wasn't really about the whacks with the belt, it was about the fondling he would do to me after. And I was afraid he would allow Carl to do the fondling. I hadn't moved when Jim stepped to me and grabbed me by the arm. He pulled me sharply to where he wanted me, anger clear in his face. I'd crossed a line, defied him in front of another man, and I knew I was really in for it now. I had thought Jim's whacks with the belt would be relatively mild. Now he had something to prove. I'd made a very bad mistake. As soon as Jim had me in the 'right spot' he motioned to Carl to go sit in the big chair that Jim usually occupied. I quickly bent over and grabbed my ankles, oblivious to the view I was offering Carl and desperately trying to get back on Jim's good side, if that was even possible. The anger was evident in Jim's voice when he spoke to me. "I was going to only give you ten licks with the belt, but now it's twenty and I know that you know why. Keep the count." Yup. I'd crossed the line with Jim and it would probably take a week to even things out. "Yes sir," I said without hesitation. Between my legs I could see Carl loosening his pants. I knew he'd be stroking himself within moments, just as Jim usually did, and that very soon I'd be seeing only the second adult male cock of my life. I heard the whistling of the belt as Jim's arm descended. I tried to ready myself for the pain I knew was about to come, hoped I could get the number out before the wave of hot agony spread from my butt. It struck. "OnesiryeaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" It came out all in one breath. Funny how the mind makes the body forget about pain from the past as a way of protecting itself. Tears were already running from my eyes and, because my head was down, running into my ears. The belt whistled again. SMACK!!! "Twoohmygodaaaaaaaaaaahhhhsir!" I was panting. My legs were weak. I had eighteen more of THESE? I would die. I would be crippled. I would be scarred. I'd never be able to wear a swimsuit again, even a dress. I'd have to turn my back on everyone and get undressed and dressed for gym at school with my ass in a corner. And the belt whistled again. This time Jim took something off the stroke. Apparently he wanted to get my attention but now was settling down to finishing this lesson with energy- efficient but still painful blows. "THREEsir." This was more manageable. They continued at this intensity for the remainder of the twenty. My ass burned from just above my ass crack to partway down my thighs. Finally the twenty strokes were over. There was a distinct pause, almost a slowing of time, when the only thing I could hear was my own panting and the only thing I could feel was my heart pounding and the intensity of pain in my ass. Jim's voice cut through my mental haze. "Against the wall, Jenni, just like usual. I'll go get your golf balls." I glanced at Carl in the big chair, not at all surprised to see his hand firmly grasping his cock. But I also did a double-take – it was bent! I swear it make a distinct left turn partway up. With my nose to the wall my mind raced through what would likely happen next. The first was that Jim would fondle me like he always did and Carl would watch. The other was that either Jim would start then let Carl take over, or Jim would just let Carl have at me. I didn't much like the second option, and was afraid of the last one. I was used to Jim touching me, making me more aroused. Somehow that didn't seem nearly as kinky as having "some old guy" I had only just met do the same thing. Jim appeared at my side with my three golf balls in his hand. "Wet these in your mouth and one by one insert them in your pussy." I took the golf balls in my left hand then put the first one in my mouth. The pain of the spanking had left my mouth a little dry and it was a moment or so before I could work up any spit. Finally I reached up with my right hand and took the first one. My left hand immediately placed the second ball in my mouth as I was reaching between my legs with the first one. As I bent a bit and spread my legs my butt bumped into something. Jim was to my left, but this was behind me... Carl!! 'Oh, god,' I thought, 'that's his cock bumping me. Ugh!! He bumped me with his ugly bent cock!' My fingers fished for my pussy opening, finally finding it, but less wet than usual. The reason immediately popped into my head – 'it's because I had an audience I didn't want.' I couldn't get the golf ball past my dry pussy lips, so I brought my right hand to my face, the golf ball palmed, spit on my first two fingers, then back to my pussy to smear the spit and a second try with the ball. This time, with a little push, it went in. With a solid object in her, Pussy suddenly decided that juicing up wasn't so bad an idea. Now my body was responding. Apparently Pussy liked the idea of a new audience better than I did. I moved the second ball from my mouth to my pussy and it took very little to get this one in. Pussy was suddenly very wet, as in wetter than I usually was with Jim. Yea, this audience thing might have something to it after all. The third ball went in very easily. Heck, I probably could have pushed it up inside me without having wet it in my mouth first. Now, with my arousal higher than usual, I was having trouble keeping the golf balls inside my pussy. This was the kind of feeling I used to get in the pit of my stomach months ago with just the IDEA that some guy, unnamed and faceless, might see my naked, developing body. Now I was a very accustomed to being seen, but Carl was a new face, a new twist, and my arousal was heightened. It wouldn't take much to put Pussy over the edge. Jim leaned in from the left and tweaked my nipple. I looked down at his finger twiddling back and forth over it and marveled and how big and hard the nipple was getting. Suddenly there was sensation on the other side. I looked to my right and saw Carl's smiling face and his hand twiddling my right nipple. And I relaxed. Carl's face wasn't the pervert's leer that I expected. He looked almost the same as Jim did. That's what made me relax. Yes, Carl was a 'stranger', but it was like looking at another Jim. This guy was a 'known quantity', a familiar presence, and so I relaxed. With both nipples being played with at once, I was ascending the heights toward a big orgasm and climbing quickly. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feeling. A hand brushed my sparse pussy hair and gently rubbed past my clit to center under my pussy hole. Jim's voice entered my head. "Slowly release one ball at a time. When the third ball drops, your orgasm will hit. You can do this, YOU can control when it happens." The hand at my pussy shifted slightly, fingers of an open palm pushing my thighs slightly farther apart and the thumb resting softly on my clit. With that kind of touch, this wouldn't take long at all. I contracted my pussy muscles and pushed the first ball towards my opening. The fingers moved up to rest against my pussy lips, the thumb beginning a circular motion over my clit. I was in a canoe about to go over a waterfall, and I WANTED to. Another push and the first ball popped out. My arousal spiked and receded, but not as far as it had been before the ball popped. I was closer. Another contraction and the second ball shifted. Once the first was out, there was more room for the remaining two and it took a bit of maneuvering to nudge the remaining ones into place. Another push and the next ball moved closer. That circling thumb was driving me nuts and I pushed against it, squeezing muscles at the same time. The second ball popped and the arousal spiked, but this time it didn't recede as much as the last time. I was closer. Fingers were replaced by a tongue on one nipple, then the thumb changed direction on my clit, and my arousal jumped a notch. I grunted as I contracted my pussy muscles to move the last ball into place. As I squeezed I squatted a bit and widened my legs. The hand waiting for the ball met my pussy lips, the thumb was jammed against my clit. I almost lost it, my legs quivering. Jim's voice was in my ear. "Don't lose it, girl. If you come before that last ball pops out, we'll be doing this again with harder strokes from the belt. YOU control it, baby." The idea of restarting this whole punishment sequence scared me, causing my arousal level to drop and that frightened me. I scrunched my eyes tighter, squatted again, and squeezed my pussy muscles again. As I did I felt a wet finger in my ass crack, reaching from behind. Whoever it was, a finger up my ass would be the stimulus that I needed to pop the ball and pop my cork, but could also cause me to pop early. Not good. The finger was more insistent. Good thing that when I contracted my pussy again it shut my little rosebud tight. I was close. I relaxed a bit and then pushed harder to drop the ball. The moment I relaxed that finger worked it. It wasn't just wet, it was greased with something, and it slid in all the way to the palm. The tip worked against the wall between ass and pussy and it nudged the ball. 'Oh, god,' I thought. 'Here it comes!' One last squeeze from me and the ball popped. At the same moment the fingers on my nipples pinched, the finger in my ass did a twirl, and the thumb on my clit mashed hard. And over the edge I went, falling hard in my bliss as wave after wave of orgasm crashed over me. Yea, I'd thought last night's with Jim's cum across me was big. Nah, not even close to this one, not even in the same league. Without Jim and Carl to support my weight I would have collapsed to the floor with the intensity of that orgasm. The hands on my nipples shifted to hold the entire boob, lifting me up and carrying me to the couch. I was set down gently, my eyes only just fluttering open to see Carl hunched over me, his hand madly jacking that bent cock, and the first spurts flying across my body. I was covered. I had cum in my hair, across my face, on my boobs, puddle in my belly button, and caught in my pussy hair. Without another word, Carl did up his pants and straightened his shirt, and turned to Jim as he walked toward the kitchen. "See you tomorrow after school. Cassie needs to learn this routine. Jenni, you were amazing. I like this a lot." And he was gone out the door. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 61