Looking After Susan, Part 1

by Jennifer

The woman reading at the table looked relaxed as she enjoyed the clean desert air shaded by a large sun umbrella. She was in her early forties but looked younger. She was wearing a white bikini top and a very brief white tennis skirt, an outfit that made the most of a toned athletic figure. The short skirt revealed long dancer’s legs and her bare midriff showed off the definition of her abdominal muscles. The stretch fabric of her top emphasised the firmness of her small, pointed breasts. She was striking rather than pretty; the strong lines of her face and jaw enhanced by black hair cut in a short, aggressive style.

The hard planes of her face were softened by a wide, easy smile was deliberately disarming, a show of humour and fun that didn’t reach her eyes. But people couldn’t see that, dark sunglasses are useful in so many ways. Completing the impression of comfortable wealth, the slim gold watch on her left wrist was matched by a simple gold bracelet on the right and equally plain but expensive small gold hoops in each ear. At the peak of each breast where the thin fabric spiked over the hard points of her nipples it was possible to see the outline of the matching gold hoops piercing each one.

On a sun lounger to one side of the table the second woman was lying face up, arms by her side with one leg bent at the knee so the sole of her foot rested flat on the padded cushion. She was in her late twenties but had a figure that many eighteen year old’s would envy. Her Afro-Caribbean heritage showed in her tightly curled black hair, full everted lips and the deep, glossy chocolate colouring of her skin.

Taking full advantage of the enclosed privacy of the isolated complex she was almost completely naked. The tiny red satin bikini served only to reveal rather than conceal her lovely figure. The tie-side thong bikini bottom seemed designed to emphasise and draw attention to the fullness of her sex; the waist band riding high on her hips and stretching the bulging vee of material between her legs so taut that even the indented line of her slit was visible.

She was wearing nothing else; the equally-brief bikini top lay discarded on the tiles as she lay there soaking up the sun. Unlike her friend her breasts were full, heavy globes, each one capped with the wide, almost black circles of her aureoles. Despite their fullness they were still high and firm, the long, prominent nipples jutting proudly out and up, jiggling gently with each breath.

Her whole body gleamed with oil; the sun reflected by the tiny, unconscious play of her muscles as she relaxed and dozed in the bright, hot desert air. Like the older woman in the chair, she showed the signs of wealth and careful grooming. Her curls lustrous with health and attention; skin perfect and finger and toenails immaculately manicured. The deep red polish on fingers, toes and lips gleamed glossy as a new car.

No watch or rings but there was a fine gold chain on her left wrist and a single, discreet matching gold stud and chain piercing the indentation of her navel. The small gold and diamond studs in each ear were equally simple but expensive. It was impossible to tell if she was awake or asleep for, like the woman in the chair, her eyes were hidden behind black sunglasses, but every so often the pale pink tip of her tongue showed between the full, red lips.

An opened bottle of red wine, glasses and a plastic bottle of Pepsi frosted with condensation were grouped on a stainless steel tray in the middle of the table. As she pretended to read, the older woman mentally checked back over the last couple of days. Yes, she’d made all the right moves with her usual charming skill, and Mandy had played her role to perfection. Everything was going smoothly and now it was just a case of choosing the moment.

While she waited, the fingers of her right hand toyed with the stem of a half full glass of wine.

Both of them looked up then exchanged quick, intimate smiles of anticipation at the hurried clacking sound of sandals on the stairs. Mandy lay back, once more feigning sleep; the older woman smiled in quiet excitement, knowing the careful grooming of the last two days might be over. After taking one more glance towards the stairs, she looked down, pretending to be absorbed in her book. Continuing the act she only looked up again as the young girl threw her bag down on the spare sun lounger next to her chair.

She watched as the blonde thirteen year old kicked off her sandals, let her white shorts fall in a heap then stepped out of them and in the same movement peeled the baggy tee shirt over her head to reveal a tiny, white thong bikini, just as brief and tight as the scarlet one Mandy was wearing. The woman in the chair sighed with pleasure and closed the book, enjoying the chance to stare uninterrupted at the young teenager’s near naked figure from behind the concealment of her dark glasses while she was busy rubbing oil onto her skin.

Oh God, she thought, that combination of blue eyes and blonde hair always makes me so fucking wet. She moved in the chair, pressing her legs together as she felt the familiar warm, wetness tingling through her cunt. She rubbed her thighs together, spreading the wetness and enjoying the sensation of arousal unimpeded by the restriction of a pair of panties. She breathed a little harder and tugged at the hem of the abbreviated skirt. Not yet, she chided herself mentally, let’s see what happens before you start dreaming about that little blond head dipping and nuzzling at your cunt as you watch her tongue lapping away so busily...

The girl was not too tall but just at that wonderful point of ripeness, the skin smooth, honey-gold and flawless. The tiny white bikini was obscenely brief. The waist of the side-tie thong panties was pulled high so the material was stretched tight over her cunt at the front. Just the brief journey down stairs had allowed the thin cord to ride high between her ass cheeks that the sweet, firm curves of her tight little bottom were completely exposed to her gaze. When the girl turned, the woman could see how the equally abbreviated top was strained taut over the pert, swelling thrust of a pair of already proud breasts now jiggling and bobbing just in front of her with every movement. The girl’s tongue peeped between coral pink lips in fierce concentration as she spread oil over her body.

Mandy broke her own entranced gaze, stirred and lifted herself to rest on her elbows, ‘Hi, Susan, all on your own today? Mum out at work?’ She said with a wide, happy smile.

Her voice was low and slightly husky, the Caribbean lilt adding to the soft, pleasant tone; a soothing, reassuring voice that the girl now knew and trusted. The girl didn’t notice that the last few words were a little huskier than usual, a bit breathless with excitement as Mandy also watched every movement of the girl’s fingers so casually cupping and fondling those delicious ripening breasts. Both women stared harder and breathed a little more slowly and deeply when the girl’s fingertips slipped under the edges of that minute bikini top to spread the film of oil evenly.

The woman in the chair moistened suddenly dry lips as she saw how hard and erect the girl’s nipples had become. They were showing through the thin fabric in two rigid points.

‘Oh sorry, Mrs Bak... I mean, Mandy,’ Susan replied, half turning but continuing to rub oil across her front. ‘Hope I didn’t wake you? No, no not at work, she’s away. Bill had to fly north to a convention for three days this morning and since there was a free place, mom decided to go too... there’s plenty to eat in the freezer and mom says I’m old enough to look after myself...especially as she knows I’m well away from temptation and everything out here.’ She turned to the woman in the chair, ‘isn’t that right Mrs Jones?’

‘No...no...not Mrs Jones, please Susan,’ she protested, ‘remember I said to call me Carol now we’ve got to know each other.’ She smiled reassuringly. ‘I guess you’re right though...this place is a little remote and out of the way, especially for three whole days. But I’m sure we can all find something pleasurable to do to fill the time.’ Mom’s so wrong about the temptations though, she thought watching the girl’s fingers stroking her oiled skin. Oh yes darling, you’re ripe for some very special games with me and Mandy.

Susan nodded glumly at Carol Jones’ agreement and stared round the empty patio. She turned slowly on the spot, studying the dusty blank windows of the half a dozen apartments that ringed the pool area on three sides. The complex was built high on the hillside and the open side of the patio area jutted out from the slope to give a view of empty sky and the crumpled ochre landscape of the desert stretching to the distant horizon. Even though it was barely four years old there were signs of neglect everywhere; weeds between the slabs, peeling and faded paintwork and little accumulations of dust and grit in every corner. Nothing major but the whole place already looked tired and abandoned.

She nodded towards the silent buildings, ‘Peaceful...no, no it’s not. This place is just...just...dead.’ One hand waved and her voice rose, ‘All the apartments, except my mum’s and yours are empty. It’s five miles into town, over ninety in the sun and no car, besides, if I got there what then? You need money to have fun, right? No car, no money...no fun. What choice do I have?’ She looked down and her voice fell to a mumble. ‘I’ve got nothing and no choice...no fucking choice at all.’ She sighed and looked from one of the women to the other. ‘Like mum says I’m well away from any temptation so I guess I’ll just have to work on my tan this afternoon then watch boring cable all night on my own.’

The woman calling herself Carol Jones nodded sympathetically, deliberately letting Susan talk and lead the conversation for the moment. The two of them knew a lot about Susan and her family from their pool-side conversations over the last few days. They were well aware that Susan was often left on her own, something that had made their plans so much easier. Carol also knew her mother had hung onto the then newly-built apartment as part of her divorce settlement three years ago.

At thirty four her mum still had an excellent figure, complete with the boobs and the ‘fuck me’ pink and blonde colouring that her daughter had so obviously inherited. She made no secret of enjoying the party life and intimate male company and sometime didn’t bother to get home of an evening.

It turned out that the apartment had not been the golden asset Mum had hoped for because barely six months later the developer went bust and the rest of the over-hyped and speculative ‘new desert community’ complex had been abandoned. Overnight, their ‘prestige apartment’ became almost unsellable. Only four apartments round this one pool area had been completed. Two had since been repossessed by a finance company, one belonged to Susan’s mum and the one Carol and Mandy were in was owned by someone on the West coast who rented it to occasional friends so it usually stood empty for long periods each year.

Apart from Susan and her mum the only other person around was Bill. She’d told them that Bill had come onto the scene about five months ago. Even without meeting him, Carol and Mandy had immediately identified him as a fine example of that flourishing species - the small-town jerk. Always talking about his ‘deals’, but always a sucker for the next get-rich-quick scheme that would allow him to sloth around with the maximum of alcohol and the minimum of effort. He spent a lot of time moaning about his bad luck which went with his own high regard for his wit and cleverness, oblivious to the fact that he should have had the word ‘loser’ tattooed across his forehead as a daily reminder of his stupidity.

Seeing him had confirmed the initial judgement. Naturally, he’d tried to hit on Mandy but had been wary of Carol from the start. But, discovering that she ran her own film company he’d immediately tried to interest her in a couple of useless schemes as well as trying to wheedle a loan from her within minutes of their first meeting poolside. He’d backed off pretty quickly when he realised that the quietly spoken newcomer was not the easy mark he assumed. A nasty- tempered lout, he was just the latest in a succession of ‘uncles’ to latch onto Susan’s mother as an easy lay with added attraction of whole apartment of her own...and a nubile teenage daughter.

It was when Susan turned round again and bent forward to put the oil bottle down, that they both noticed the series of thin red marks running horizontally across the exposed cheeks of her bottom. Mandy gasped with unexpected excitement and leaned to look closer. Concealing her own pleasure and excitement at the discovery, Carol’s tone of worry and concern was perfectly done...‘Oh dear Susan, did you have an accident and fall and hurt yourself?’

She breathed a little harder as she too leaned closer to study the crisp raised weals lacing each bottom cheek. Her question was quite unnecessary since both of them knew only too well what kind of ‘accident’ caused those particular marks on a girl’s bottom...here was the opportunity they wanted...but would she admit it?

Susan twisted, trying to look down at her own bottom, then giggled and rubbed the marks with oily hands. ‘Well it hurt like fuck...ooops, pardon me...shouldn’t have said that...but it was kinda my own fault I guess. Bill gave me a double six with the cane after he caught me in the bathroom using his razor. Stings real bad at first but then makes you feel all hot and prickly.’ She craned and peered down at herself then turned so the curve of her bottom was towards the sunlounger. ‘They don’t hurt now though...’ she giggled and bent a little more, ‘...you can feel if you like.’

Mandy needed no second invitation. Her long fingers stroked the soft curve of the girl’s left buttock; red nails gently scratching along the raised weals so that Susan shivered and wriggled, and giggled even harder. ‘Oh, p-please tha...that tickles...aa-aaah.’ She wriggled away and turned to the woman in the chair, bending just a fraction from the waist. ‘Don’t you want to touch them too, Mrs Jo...I mean, Ca-Carol?’

Carol Jones wasn’t about to refuse such a blatant invitation and turned slightly in the chair to touch the firm, offered curves with both hands. Her left hand continued the soothing caress while the right slid across the girl’s slick, oily skin, stroking the sensitive crease in the under curve of her bottom briefly. Her fingers moved up to trace the line of the girl’s skimpy thong from the waistband down, the tips just skimming along the cleft of the young teenager’s bottom so she shivered and jerked again.

‘Oh poor, Susan...,’ her hands continued stroking the exposed cheeks ‘I must say you look fantastic in this...but I’m surprised that mum, or Bill, allows you to wear such a tiny bikini...I mean, don’t they think it’s a little too... ah... revealing...?’

Susan giggled and wriggled, ‘Mum does, but it was Bill who got it for me. He said it was a little brief but it was OK for me to wear it in private here where there’s no-one else to see. Besides, ‘she waved at Mandy’s near naked body. ‘I guess its Mandy’s fault anyway.’

The black woman sat up in surprise. ‘My fault, what do you mean Susan?’

‘Sure, remember when you first wore that silvery, shiny one a couple of weeks ago and Bill liked it so much he asked you where you got it?’ She giggled again, ‘you must remember...that time he was staring so hard at your ti...I mean your breasts that he poured sun oil all over his shorts?’ Both women joined in the laughter. At the time Bill had not been amused...especially as Susan’s mother had told him it was his own fault for gawping...

Susan chattered on with her story. ‘Well, later he couldn’t stop talking about how fantastic you looked and when he went to that last convention in L.A. he got me and mom a couple each, I’ve got a red one too...but I like the white...it shows off my tan better. Bill says it makes him feel real good seeing me in it.’ She paused, ‘and you know what mum’s like... she doesn’t like to go against what Bill says.’

‘Nuh-no I g-guess not...’ Carol’s voice was suddenly husky as Susan deliberately arched her back and flexed her muscles pressing herself back against her hand. For a few seconds Carol’s oily fingers slipped between the girl’s buttocks, their tips just brushing the hot, wet line of the thong where it was pulled tight against the little bud of her anus. The touch was electric and she jerked her fingers free as though burned. Her chair scraped on the concrete as she sat back. A flush coloured her cheek and she was suddenly glad of the concealing blankness of his sunglasses.

‘I’m s-sorry Susan,’ Carol cleared his throat and started again, ‘...does he do it often?’

‘That...oh yeah, Bill touches me all the time...’ Susan said, quite unconcerned, her fingers easing and adjusting the brief white vee of her bikini bottom in the creases of her thighs.

Then she realised what she’d said, stopped and whirled round, hand to mouth blushing scarlet in her turn. ‘Ooh...Oh God... No...no...no that’s not what I meant at all.’ She stuttered to a halt then saw the smiles and realised the two women were talking about the marks. ‘Oh- aaah, I see...Y-you meant the caning?’ She sat down facing both of them on the chair between Carol and the sunlounger and covered her hand where it rested on the open book, still gabbling with confusion and embarrassment.

‘Oh I’m sorry Mrs Jo... Carol...I didn’t mean to...I mean it was me who moved so it wasn’t your fault, honest. I didn’t mind you touching me...either of you, really I didn’t.’ She paused then said very softly, ‘it was kinda nice...real gentle.’

Instantly back on balance and in control, Carol Jones patted Susan’s hand and sat back in her chair, again playing the reassuring adult role. ‘That’s quite all right, Susan...no problem...but, did you really say that Bill actually canes you?

Mandy sat up and put a hand on the girl’s thigh from the other side. ‘Oh poor Susan...you don’t mean he punishes you like that often?’

Susan nodded earnestly and looked from one new friend to the other. ‘Oh yes, he canes Mom too if we do something wrong or break house rules, then of course we get punished...’ She said matter of factly rubbing her hands on the tanned, oily fronts of her thighs.’ ‘Strict discipline is good for you and the only way to learn a lesson properly,’ she pronounced, obviously parroting one of Bill’s favourite phrases.

Carol shifted on the chair trying to disguise her flush of excitement and the sudden extra wetness she could feel seeping from between her legs in reaction to Susan’s story. Her voice continued to lull the girl with gentle reassurance. ‘It sounds pretty strict to me. Will you tell me what happens when you’ve been naughty?’ She lowered her voice to a throaty whisper,’ and I’m sure Mandy would like to hear all about it too...’ She looked round, ‘we’re real private here, Bill and Mom are away so who’s to know? It can be our little secret...’

The two of them moved in a little closer from either side with the girl sitting facing them and seeming quite relaxed, although Carol had noticed the growing flush of arousal rising up her neck and shoulders as she talked. Susan looked from one to the other, happy that her two nice, new grown-up friends were paying her so much attention.

‘Well, Bill likes to make a real business of it... you know the kind of thing...telling you you’ve got a punishment coming, how you deserve it and how much it’s going to hurt. Then, after all that, making you wait until nearly bedtime so you have time to think about it.’

She wriggled in the chair and Carol noted with pleasure the small signs of the girl’s growing sexual excitement; unconsciously squeezing her legs together, the flush on her cheeks, her faster breathing and the way her fingers were playing restlessly with the arms of the plastic chair as she began to react to the thrill of telling someone else the excitement of her secret story. ‘It’s funny but both Mum and me seem to be getting into lots more trouble since Bill moved in...’

‘You mean Bill punishes both of you?’ Mandy asked, gently moving the story on to the more explicit details they both wanted to hear.

‘Oh yes...Bill says it wouldn’t be fair otherwise.’

It was Carol’s turn to interrupt. ‘This time, yesterday, did he...I mean was your mum...you know, punished too?’

‘Oh yes, she got six too because she’d given me the idea...’

‘Sorry, Susan, I don’t understand. What idea...?’

Susan’s voice fell to a whisper, ‘t-to sh-shave myself,’ she said. She looked down, blushed and touched her fingers against the vee of her bikini panties. ‘You know...shave myself all smooth.’ Her hand moved, fingers pointing to the vee of white at her groin, ‘you know...down there...just like mom does.’

‘You mean your mom shaves all her body hair...not just under her arms but between her legs too?’

Susan nodded, her fingers tracing along the edges of her bikini bottom. ‘Yes, she says it feels nicer and means she can wear the kind of panties and bikinis she likes without anything showing.’ She stretched her legs out and apart and arched her back so Carol could see that the tiny fabric panel was barely big enough to cover her mound and cup the bulge of her sex. The material was so taut that she could see every detail of the plump lips and even the indented line between them.

Carol also saw the oval transparency showing on the sheer, white fabric. Her tongue wet her lips...just what she’d hoped for...little Susan was getting all wet and excited. Knowing and enjoying the fact that two pairs of hot, adult eyes were watching every movement, Susan traced one finger along the crease of her thigh. ‘So I used Bill’s razor and foam and shaved myself too.’ She arched up even more pushing her thighs wide apart against the chair arms. ‘See, I can wear this and nothing shows at all now.’

‘A Cha!...H-aah Beh...’ Carol coughed and swallowed so she sounded as though she was croaking; overcome by the sight of the young teen exposing herself in a costume that was pretty much showing them everything anyway. ‘I mean B-Bill...caught you..?’

‘Yes, guess it was my own fault...I’d forgotten to lock the door and he just walked in as I was finishing. Oh boy, was he mad!...Screamed at me, grabbed the razor back then dragged me into the bedroom and forced me to stand there with nothing on but shaving cream while he yelled for mum to get in there and see what she’d made me do.’

As Susan blushed and looked down once again Carol used the opportunity to make a quick, furtive adjustment to her skirt. Oh God this was making her so hot. She could feel the wetness on each thigh and another trickle working into the cleft of her bottom it took all her self control not to reach up under her skirt to relieve her own need. Not too fast, she scolded herself, play this one right and she’ll be bouncing up and down on your fingers soon enough, just wait and enjoy, with luck we’ll be able to make her cum for the first time right here...

‘And you got caned for that, that’s all?’ Mandy said pretending to be all innocent. ‘Lots of women...and young ladies like you... take care of themselves in that way.’ She pretended to look round as if checking for hidden watchers then lay back and slowly peeled her own bikini bottom down until Susan could see that her mound and cunt lips were smooth and hairless too. Susan stared, her face pink with excitement.

Watching the girl’s face intently Mandy slowly spread her thighs apart so Susan couldn’t help noticing the signs of her obvious arousal. The girl licked her lips, her breathing fast and shallow as she saw the black woman’s cunt lips were already swollen with little beads of moisture along the rim of her slit. Between the inner folds were shocking pink, glistening wet with a thin rim of whitish cream along the folds.

Susan leaned closer, eyes intent and her tongue between her teeth as she stared at the blatant exposure of the coloured woman’s sex. Carol smiled because she knew the teenager was looking at the vee junction of those inner folds where the prominent little pearl of Mandy’s clitoris was now jutting out, already hard and erect with her excitement.

Mandy slid one hand down over her abdomen and used forefinger and thumb to spread the outer lips a little wider revealing more of those shocking pink inner folds to the teenager’s gaze. ‘See, I always make sure I’m nice and smooth down there. Like I said, lots of women do it...’ Without giving the girl a chance to protest or resist she took Susan’s hand. ‘Here, feel how smooth it is...’ Still holding herself open she brought Susan’s hand down and traced the young teenager’s fingertips across the smooth swell of her mons. ‘See...all nice and smooth...just like you are I expect.’

Susan flushed bright red but didn’t pull away. Her voice was a bit unsteady, ‘You mean it? Lots of women do it?’

‘Sure, but you need to be real careful down here...’ Mandy moved the girl’s hand down between her legs. She gasped and shivered with delight as she felt those young fingers, still slick with sun oil touching her wet inner flesh. ‘Oh-oooh yessss,’ she gasped as Susan wriggled her fingers. ‘S-s-s-see m-makes you all smooth and s- sensitive...aaaah,’ she gasped as one inexperienced finger grazed across the swollen tip of her clitoris.

Susan pulled her hand away as Mandy jerked, ‘Sorry...,’ and looked down at the black woman on the lounger and sighed. ‘Oh Mandy, you’re so pretty...’ She slid her hands up Mandy’s thighs to the edge of her rolled down thong. ‘Would you like me to pull it up again?’ Mandy nodded and shivered with delight, arching her hips just a little as she felt the wet little fingers against her the sensitive rim of her slit as Susan adjusted the thin stretch fabric.

She shared a quick triumphal glance with Carol while Susan was busy with her task. No bad reaction when she’d encouraged the girl to touch her...the opposite in fact, little Susan was taking just a more time and touching her more than was strictly necessary to adjust her bikini bottom. The glance became a smile of shared pleasure as they saw Susan rubbing her fingertips together... Mandy’s cunt was soaking and now the girl’s fingers were slippery with both sun and pussy oil too.

Carol led the story on. ‘Go on Susan, you were saying what happens when you’ve got a punishment...’

Susan sat back, ‘Oh, sorry...well, if it’s both of us, like the last time, mum has to get the chair and I have to get Mr Cane.’ Carol managed to stop herself smiling at the use of such a hackneyed old nickname and just nodded encouragingly. ‘That what Bill calls his special punishment cane,’ she confided in a whispered comment. ‘It’s thin and very bendy,’ Susan explained earnestly, ‘you can bend it round until both ends touch and it won’t break. Bill says it’s not bamboo but a rat...something.’

‘Rattan, it’s a kind of vine...it’s often used for making canes I think I read somewhere... I mean, not that I know much about things like that,’ Carol lied.

‘Yeah, that’s it, a rattan cane, he called it. The chair is an old wooden one; you know the kind with a straight back and no arms? It’s got to be put in the special place. That’s the middle of the carpet and with the seat toward the patio window.’ She gave a quick glance up to the apartment, now totally absorbed in her story. ‘Usually I go first but Bill likes us to help get each other ready. He sits on the settee and watches us.

‘Get ready...what do you mean?’ Carol had a damn good idea what Bill’s idea of ‘getting ready’ might be, but it was so much more exciting getting the girl to say it out loud.

‘Well, Bill says that clothes get in the way and besides being naked is part of the punishment. So, first we take our top clothes off and fold them...then wait for him wearing only bra and panties. That’s when Bill decides who’s going first.’ She looked puzzled and said, ‘I don’t know why he pretends to choose...he always makes me go first.’

Carol Jones bit back her intended comment, that in Bill’s place, she would have done the same thing. ‘I have to stand with my hands on my head while mum take off my bra and then, when Bill tells her, she pulls down my panties. Then I wait until Bills says OK. That’s when I have to put my hands behind my back and ask Bill to please punish me.’

‘Does he do anything?’ Mandy asked, sitting up and putting her feet down on either side of the lounger. She moved closer until her right knee was against Susan’s left leg, ‘You know, touch you...?’ As she spoke she ran one hand across the smooth, slick skin between the girl’s knee and the top of her thigh.

‘No, not then usually...but I really hate that bit...I get all red because he makes me wait for so long while he just sits and looks at me. I always go red...Bill says blushing is a sign of guilt.’ She wriggled with pleasure as the black woman’s fingers slid delicately to and fro over her skin, her fingertips grazing the edge of the teenager’s bikini bottom with each movement.

Carol Jones edged a little closer from the other side thinking that she’d been wrong about Bill; the bastard was quite an accomplished little sadist in his own way. Nice touch having the mother doing that final undressing, knowing that her turn was still to come. Bet he does it that way round because he likes fucking mom afterwards while she’s still bending over. I just wonder whether he’s got round to fucking them both yet. She had a sudden thought. I bet the little minx watches them...I’m pretty certain she does, especially this last time and probably masturbates while she watches too.

‘Then...?’

‘Then I have to take The Position....like this.’ She emphasised the capital letters as she scrambled to her feet, turned the chair round and stood close against the back to demonstrate. ‘Course,’ she said over her shoulder, ‘the one upstairs hasn’t got arms but the back’s about the same height..., it’s like this.’ Keeping her feet flat on the ground and her legs straight, she leaned forwards and gripped the front legs where they joined the seat.

Carol and Mandy watched with delight as the firm swell of the girl’s bottom tightened into two smooth, taut curves. Bending right over also pulled the thin cord of her thong so it virtually disappeared, riding up obscenely into the cleft between the taut cheeks, exposing her quite beautifully for a punishment caning. Susan arched her back and turned her neck to look back at her two grown-up friends.

‘Mum has to stand and watch even if she’d not being punished too.’ She bit her lip, ‘except last time she has to hold my wrists down...but that’s because I’d been really bad and Bill was giving me two lots of six as a double punishment. She had to hold me in place for the second six...’

‘Oh you poor thing,’ Mandy murmured, reaching back to stroke the taut curve of Susan’s bottom. ‘Twelve strokes...that must have hurt soooo much...’

Susan bounced upright, turned the chair back round and threw herself back into it, her face red from bending over. ‘Yes, yes it did. Funny thing though...it burns real bad at first... like a fire building up so it’s real hard to stand still. But then after a bit it starts tingling and I feel really ...’ She suddenly went bright red as she realised what she had been about to say and looked down at the patio, rapidly changing the subject. ‘Sorry...I’ve been going on and on...you don’t mind do you...it’s not boring all this family stuff is it?’

‘Oh no, no not at all, no it’s very...interesting...go on, please I want to know the rest now, we both do...you can’t stop there.’ Susan giggled and wiped her hand across her forehead. Carol Jones took a sip of wine then looked at Susan and put the glass down with profuse apologies. ‘Oh, now it’s me who’s being rude. I brought down a bottle of cola just in case... so, can I offer you a drink, Susan? Go on, please...help yourself.’

The young teenager nodded thankfully and picked up the bottle. She was careful undoing it, wary of being covered in a sudden shower of pressurised cola. There was the usual hiss but no fountain and she poured herself a glassful. She didn’t notice Carol’s tiny exhalation of relief as she opened the bottle...the same bottle she’d chilled and opened an hour ago to tip away just enough cola to allow her to top it up with a couple of slugs of vodka before putting the cap back on then shaking it gently to mix the alcohol in properly.

She knew from experience that, diluted in a bottle of pop that size, the vodka wouldn’t get the teenager drunk...but it would lower her guard just that little bit more...make her a little more...well, relaxed and receptive.

She sipped her wine as Susan quickly swigged down one glassful and poured another. While she drank look across at Mandy who had moved back so their legs were again touching. One hand was resting on Susan’s thigh. Carol smiled watching her lover’s fingers moving on the girl’s oiled skin very, very softly as Mandy also enjoyed the erotic mental picture of the scene Susan had been describing.

She squeezed her thighs together imagining the wonderful, obscene sight of the naked, thirteen year old bending over that wooden chair, legs straight, and arms down, her fingers white with tension as she gripped the front legs panting in anticipation of the burning pain to come. The position would mean her deliciously firm young breasts would be swinging freely, bobbing and trembling, their tips hard with fear and arousal as she waited for that first stinging cut across her bare bottom.

Oh yes, Carol reminded herself, lost in her erotic reverie, not forgetting those blue eyes...staring wide open and rimmed with tears as she arches her head back to look across at her mother on the settee. The added stimulation of her mother’s growing anguish sitting there; forced to see and hear every moment of her daughter’s slow, deliberate punishment.

Watching young Susan jerking and bucking with the scalding pain of each stroke; listening to her whimpering gasps, or even her useless pleading for mercy, as her lover stands to one side looking at them both as he skilfully wields the rattan cane. Each stroke zipping through the air before it cuts across her out-thrust bottom with that wonderful, wet ‘swuck!’ noise. Her mother’s fears made so much worse by knowing that she is going to be in that same position, bent over the chair in just a few minutes time, naked and trembling, ready for her own punishment to begin.

Mandy wriggled on the lounger, only too aware that her bikini bottom was soaked and she was leaving damp marks of the padded cushion. Her fingers kept up their slow, gently stimulation while she waited until Susan had put the glass down. ‘What happens next, Susan..., you know when you’ve had your punishment?’

‘I have to wait for permission to get up then I have to stand and say thank you to Bill. That’s when I’m allowed to rub my bottom,’ she added matter-of-factly, ‘then, when I’m better, I have to get mum ready for her turn.’

‘You mean take off her...’

‘Oh yes...Bill says that it’s the same for everybody so mum has to put her hands on her head then I undo her bra and take it off.’ She laughed, ‘course like me she has to move her arms to get the straps down.’ Susan licked her lips and gave another cheeky grin, ‘then she stands up straight, legs apart and waits like I have to. When Bill tells me, I take down her panties. I’ve got to do it real slowly and carefully.’

Her voice became a conspiratorial whisper. ‘I think watching me gets her all excited because her panties are warm and really wet when I take them down.’

She wriggled in the chair and giggled as she shared another intimate confidence with her friends, ‘and her nipples are all hard and pointy too.’ She paused and went on even more softly so both of them leaned forwards to catch the whispered, unguarded comment, ‘just like mine get.’ Susan’s flush deepened spreading from her chest up to her cheeks as she and the two adults looked at the evidence of the hard, jutting points tenting the sheer white fabric of her bikini top

Mandy leaned right forwards putting her free hand comfortingly on the girl’s shoulder at the same time she breathed warm air into Susan’s ear. ‘Don’t worry Susan, darling that happens to me whenever I get a bit hot and excited...look feel how hard mine are...see’ She took Susan’s right hand and moved it the girl’s fingers touched the jutting swollen tip of her left breast. ‘See, all hard and aching...just like you.’

‘Oh M-Mandy...oh they’re so stiff...does it feel all tingly when you touch them?’

‘Oh yes... go on it feel sooo nice when you do that,’ she breathed into the girl’s ear... There was a long silence broken only by Mandy’s and Susan’s heavy breathing. The teenager stroked and rolled the thick, black stub then, without being prompted, brought her other hand up to play with the other nipple too. Mandy arched her back, shivering with pleasure as she stared down at the little white fingers playing so wonderfully with her nipples. Each one was now rock hard and shiny with the oil from Susan’s fingers.

‘Oh God...p-please,’ she moved the teenager’s fingers away from the sensitive peaks for a moment so she could recover, ‘Oh you have such a gentle touch darling...but you were telling us what happened when it was your mom’s turn...’

Susan stroked the upper slopes of Mandy’s breasts for a few more moments then wriggled in the chair as she settled to continue with the story. ‘When I’ve given mum’s panties to Bill, she has to bend over the chair...’ She glanced from Mandy to Carol and back. ‘Bill makes her hold the legs right down low so she’s really bent double. He tells her things...’ She stopped abruptly and looked down at her lap.

‘Yes, go on darling...what is it, what does he tell her, Susan?’ Mandy leaned closer, putting her hand back on Susan’s thigh and resuming that gentle stroking movement from her knee almost into the crease of her groin. ‘You can whisper it if you want...there’s no-one else here; Carol won’t tell and I won’t say anything either.’

Susan leaned forwards, their three heads almost together sharing the conspiracy. ‘He usually says “make sure those tits touch honey”. Susan patted her chest, that’s because she’s a lot bigger than me here and he likes to see her breasts swinging so her nipples brush across the seat of the chair.’ She stopped abruptly and sat back.

‘Then that’s when I get sent to bed to think about my lesson, as Bill says.’ Carol looked down and smiled in satisfaction. While she’d been talking the little minx had moved her legs apart allowing Mandy’s fingers to stroke deeper alone the line of her bikini bottom. With each caress Susan was biting her lip and sighing, and even as Carol watched, she eased forward in the chair to push the plump bulge of her mound against those expert fingers as they teased and fondled her sex through the taut white fabric.

She’s ready...almost on the boil. Now to take her over the edge...Carol shivered, anticipating the sheer delight of watching the young girl bucking and jerking on the chair as she was made to cum. Oh God the wonderful noises she would make when they continued, those pleading gasps and cries as she realised that it wasn’t over...that they were going to make her cum again...and again...and again...right here by the pool.

Keeping her voice very soft and encouraging, Carol Jones leaned over and gently stroked Susan’s other arm. Her mouth was close to Susan’s ear so she could feel the warmth of her breath too as she whispered, ‘But you don’t always do what Bill tells you, do you Susan? No, no don’t tell me, let me guess...this last time you only pretended to go to bed didn’t you?’

She paused, waiting for the little nod of agreement and complicity. She stroked the length of the young teenager’s arm making sure the back of her hand brushed against the curve of the girl’s breast with each movement. The seductive whisper went on soft and reassuring as the girl’s excitement grew and grew. ‘But really you sneaked back and peeked and saw your mom getting her caning... that’s right isn’t it?’

Carol gently turned her hand letting her fingers could graze the outer swell of one ripe, young breast. Her hand cupped the firm mound and one fingertip circled the girl’s still-covered nipple, hard as rock under the taut, sheer fabric of her bikini. Susan moaned and wriggled in the chair, lost in the pleasure of the twin assaults on her body.

Another conspiratorial pause then Mandy continued; her fingers busy between the panting teenager’s legs, ‘Oh Honey, yes...I know that’s what I would do if it was me...’

Susan paused, her breathing heavy and unsteady, before she nodded, happy to share her story with her new friends now they’d guessed her secret ‘Go on...tell me what you saw next...,’ Mandy urged softly her fingers probing deeper between, pressing the fabric up into the groove of her cunt, ‘you know you can trust us both, Susan.’

‘Aaaah...Ohhh...yeeess...yesss...p-pleaase,’ the young teenager moaned, writhing slowly with the relentless double stimulation under the hot, desert sun. ‘I-I-I couldn’t see everything but I h-heard the cane hitting mum’s bottom...she made a noise each time, not crying, but a sort of gasping sound...like she was breathing out suddenly... and I could hear her panting real hard too...like she was in a race or something...and she was saying things.’

‘What kind of things?’ The black fingers moved and Susan gasped and lifted her hips, riding Mandy’s hand. ‘S-s-s-sort of jumbled up words...s-swearing too...f-funny because she just kept saying the same things like... oh fuck...yes...go on...yes...oh fuck yes....’ The teenager stuttered and panted trying to tell her story but also concentrate on what was being done to her by the two women. ‘Yuh...yuh...you know r-real naughty stuff like that, the k- kinda words she’s always goin’ on at me about ah-aaaaah!’ Carol slid her other hand across the girl’s shoulders, fingers toying with the string tie of the girl’s bikini top. She pulled the knot loose as the girl caught her breath and continued...

‘Then I saw that Bill had got undressed too and his...c-c,’ Susan swallowed as she felt the top of her bikini come loose but then went on rapidly, ‘his c-cock was all stiff and sticking out. Then he threw the cane down and stood close behind mum and slowly pushed his cock inside her.’

‘Did she try and stop him?’

‘No, she seems to like it...she was telling him to f-fuck her harder and she lifted up so her b-breasts were swinging about. Haaaaah...t- that was when Bill grabbed them and s-s-squeezed them...ah- haaaah...wuh-wuh-while he was fucking her h-h-harder and harder. Yessss...I c-c-c-could see him...naaaah...t-t-t-t-twisting her n-n- nip-nipples too.’

Susan stuttered and gasped with pleasure as she talked because Carol was applying more tormenting stimulation to her breasts. Pinching each nipple between finger and thumb, she rolled the hard spikes slowly to and fro while the girl tried to tell her story. With each movement of her fingers she made sure that the material of Susan’s bikini top slipped down revealing a little more of her smooth, tanned flesh until both women could see the edge of the outer, dusky pink ring at the peak of each breast.

Now they played a duet on the girl’s skin; Carol’s fingers busy tormenting the hard aching nipples while Mandy fondled the young girl’s wet, swollen cunt lips. The two of them stimulating and coaxing her into their private world of sexual pleasure. Mandy used one fingernail to scratch along the outlined rim of her slit so gently. ‘Go tell us Susan...did you get all tingly and excited...watching them like that...excited like you are now?’ Mandy asked softly.

There was a long silence, broken only by the girl’s heavy breathing, as the slow, deliberate masturbation continued. Then, very quietly, Susan moaned aloud, her hips lifting and thrusting against the black woman’s expert fingers. ‘Aaaah yeeeess, m-my bottom was all burning and throbbing but it’s an exciting kind of hurt... it always makes made me wetter and wetter. I t-t-touched myself and my...you know down there... was all hot and slippery and my fingers slid inside... The more I watched the harder I rubbed until....’

While she spoke her free hand stole across her thigh and gently pressed Mandy’s fingers against her cunt, moving them up and down as she relived the images of the other night. ‘Until... mum started crying out that she was cumming...I...I c-came too...all over my fingers,’ she pressed harder and Mandy squeezed the engorged lips gently as she felt the girl squirming under her hand. ‘Like it is in bed sometimes when I make myself cum...only this was so much better.’

‘Do you want to cum now Susan? Would you like me to make you cum?’ Mandy whispered, circling her fingertips against the wet patch so the material rubbed the delicate inner folds of her cunt

‘Aaaaah...y-yes...please....t-t-touch m-me...t-there...’ she gasped. ‘I-I-I nearly shouted out, like mum,’ She wriggled more, deliberately riding the woman’s fingers, ‘but I don’t think they could hear me cause of all the noise they were making.’ Susan rocked her hips, writhing in the chair as the pleasure built up unbearably. ‘Oh God! I’m soooo w-w-w-wet...’

Carol let the bikini top slide down leaving Susan’s pert firm breasts fully exposed. She leaned nearer; watching the play of expression on the young girl’s face as she gasped and pleaded in her need. ‘We know, Susan, we know...listen...listen to me.’ She licked Susan’s ear, bathing it in warm breath as she whispered, ‘Mandy’s going to make you cum now...that’s what you want isn’t it?

Her hands cupped and squeezed the sweet young mounds, fingers returning to stroke and flick the hard, pink nipples in harmony with Mandy’s skilful masturbation. ‘Shhhh...that’s it...there’s no-one here Susan...no-one at all...we’re all alone and so private here.’ She squeezed and rolled the tips making the girl pant and squirm with each sensation, her fingers gripping the plastic arms as she braced herself to ride the waves of pleasure. ‘You’re going to cum for us aren’t you?’

‘Oh God...oh yes...yes please...please...don’t...don’t stop, please...’

‘No...no darling...no we won’t stop.’ Mandy said, smiling up at Carol in triumph, it was all going to happen right here...right now.

With two quick movements the black woman undid the side ties of Susan’s bikini bottoms then slowly and deliberately peeled away the thin material to expose the plump parted outer lips and virginal pink inner folds of the girl’s cunt. Her slit was wet, the flesh shiny in the sunlight. Mandy licked one finger and traced the tip along the oily rim of the thirteen year old’s slit. ‘Can you feel that, Susan...isn’t it nice....so wet....so very wet...oh darling, you’re nearly there aren’t you?’

Carol Jones stared down then licked the whorl of the girl’s ear, breathing softly, enticing her to the very brink. ‘Where do you want her finger, Susan? Is there a special place you like to touch...somewhere just along here....?’ Following her lover’s instructions Mandy slid her finger into the wetness of the girl’s slit; teasing and tormenting the teenager’s sensitive inner lips.

‘Now let’s see,’ Mandy joined in using the fingers of her other hand to spread the girl’s cunt open. Her finger moved stroking along each side, closer and closer. ‘Ah...what about this little nub just...here...’

’AAAAAAH...yessssss...p-p-p-pleeese...touch my clit...please...please I’m going to cum...please...’

The young teenager arched up from the chair, legs splayed wide as Mandy used that single, expert finger to stimulate and fret the little pink bulb of her clitoris. Minutes passed as the two women worked the teenager nearer and near to that magic peak. ‘Look at Carol, look at her, Susan, show her how you like it...’ The girl obeyed, breath snorting through her nostrils, her body vibrating with the devilish stimulation being applied to her clitoris. Her hips jerked wildly and Mandy’s finger moved harder and faster, driving the girl on into the shuddering throes of her orgasm. ‘Say it darling...tell Carol how much you want to cum.’

‘Gaaaaaaaah...pleeeeeesssse!’

‘Oh yes Susan...yes you’re cumming for us...that’s it....’ The unbearable strumming went on and on. Susan’s eyes stared and her mouth stretched in a wide O as she panted and wailed on the very brink of climaxing.

Mandy could see and feel the girl’s spasms beginning. Her finger vibrated Susan’s clitoris even harder, intent on driving the young girl on to her climax. ‘Yes, darling yes, that’s it...you’re nearly there, darling, that’s it, cum for me!

‘Hah...ha-aaah...oh please...oh...oh...oh God! Please! ...harder...harder...’ The girl’s cries turned into a gasping chant as she bucked and twisted; lost in the waves of pleasure being created by their hands.

‘Yes...yes...YES! Huh...huh...huh...haaaaaah! Yes I’m cumming... I’m cumming! Oh fuck...oh fuck...yes....YESSS I’m there..I’M THERE! HAAH! OOOOH GOD!’

‘Now...yes that’s it, cum for us darling...go on cum for us, Susan! Yes, darling yes...that’s it you’re cumming... you’re cumming I can feel it...go on cum for me NOW!’ Carol urged her on, fingers twisting and pinching Susan’s nipples and adding that extra stimulation to take her over the brink.

‘Oh God...Oh God...Oh fuck...fuck...yes, yesss....please...huh- huh...aaaaah...p-please...h-h-h-harder...p-p-p-pleeeeeeese...Gaaaaah! Oh yes...yesss...th-th-that’s it...i’m c-c- cumming...yesssss...YES...YESS...OH GOD...! PLEEESE YEEEESSSSSSS!’

The young teenager screamed and chanted, babbling wildly in the throes of her orgasm. She was jerking so much that the plastic chair skittered and scraped on the patio tiles. The two adults gave her no respite; their skilful fingers tormenting the sensitive points of her nipples and clitoris to keep her riding the peak of her pleasure until it was all but unbearable. Finally, Susan’s legs slammed together; she bucked wildly three or four times and doubled up, clenching Mandy’s fingers in a wet, velvet vice as the uncontrollable spasms surged through her.

The two women drank in every moment of the young girl’s orgasm, their own faces sweating and flushed with lust and excitement as they shared the vicarious sexual pleasure of making the teenager cum.

Gradually Susan’s breathing slowed and her muscles relaxed. Carol smoothed the sweat-slick hair away from her face, stroking her cheeks and soothing her down gently. ‘All right, Susan...sshhhh...it’s all right...such a beautiful girl...so wet and lovely...there...just relax...’ She kept up the flow of calm, reassuring word as she moved round behind Susan’s chair, bending over to breathe into her ear while her hands reached down to continue fondling the teenager’s breasts.

She deliberately avoided touching the girl’s nipples for the moment, keeping up the stimulation but letting her recover from that first pleasure peak. She knew there would be another one soon enough. ‘Ssshhh, we haven’t finished yet... now just open those legs a bit more darling...Mandy wants to give you a very special kiss...’

As she spoke the black woman slid forwards off the lounger to kneel between the teenager’s splayed legs. She put her hands flat on the inner slopes of the Susan’s thighs, pressing outwards so the engorged lips and cream-rimmed slit of the young girl’s cunt were even more exposed. She bent forwards, pink tongue extended and ran the tip along the rim of Susan’s slit.

‘Gah—aaaah...aaaah...p-p-please ih-ih-it t-tickles!’ she squealed, jerking and writhing at the touch of Mandy’s tongue against the extra- sensitive folds of her sex. Mandy licked her again, this time running the flat of her tongue along the inner folds from vagina to clit in one sweeping caress. Carol cupped her breasts, gripping one hard, swollen teat between forefinger and thumb of each hand. ‘Aaaaaaaah...p-p-please...noooo...p-p-p-pleeeeeese...ha- aaaaah!’

‘There, there...no, Susan...still...stay there darling...ssssh...it’s going to be all right...there...can’t you feel it...that tingle in that naughty little cunt...Oh Susan...yes...that’s right, legs wide open...let Mandy lick you properly.’

The slow, careful licking went on and on. Gradually the half-hearted protests became something different, the little cries and babbled words taking on the familiar rhythm as young Susan began to respond to the twin stimulation of that long, pink tongue that was lapping and tormenting her cunt so expertly and those gently hands stroking and fondling her immature breasts.

To be continued.