Chapter 3: The Interview

It was a couple of weeks before I heard from Susan again. I was beginning to think that our high school scene had been a one-time romp. I felt relieved by that, still fearing that she would attempt to push our relationship into something serious. I was ready to start dating again, and marrying again was a possibility, but Susan was not a likely candidate. Laura's presence would have made that very difficult to deal with. Still, when she finally did call, I found myself quickly agreeing to meet again.

"What's the story this time?" I asked.

"You're an executive, and I'm interviewing for a job as your secretary," was all she would tell me.

Another porn cliché, I muttered to myself after she hung up. Still, I had to admit it would be nice to once again have some uninhibited, no-strings sex with a woman still very attractive in her mid-thirties.

When I showed up at the Morgan house the following afternoon I felt a lot more confident that the first time. I knocked, but didn't wait for Susan to invite me inside. I opened the door, looked around, and stepped into the living room. As before, there was no sign of Susan, still in the bedroom preparing her entrance, I decided. I looked into the kitchen and saw that she had arranged the table to look like a business desk - with a phone, stapler, and a pen set neatly arranged next to a single piece of paper. Everything appeared to be set up for the next "interview". Taking my cue, I took a seat behind the desk.

I looked at the paper lying there, expecting it to be blank. Instead, she had taken the time to make up a dummy resume. I grinned, she had really put some effort into this one. There was even a picture attached, a business-like head shot of a serious-looking Susan attached to one corner. Her name was listed as "Susan Smith". Miss Smith's job experience was rather meager.

I heard a knock and looked up to see her standing in the doorway. She was wearing a plain white blouse, which would have been very businesslike were it not for the plunging V-neck that left half of her breasts exposed. It seemed to leave no doubt as to how she expected to land the job. Completing the ensemble was a black skirt that only came down to mid thigh. She was the very vision of a sexy porn secretary.

"Come in and have a seat ... uh, Miss Smith."

She sat down across from me, making sure that her chair was far enough away from the table to give me a good view as she slowly and deliberately crossed her long legs.

I took a moment to enjoy the show. I noted that Susan certainly had not let herself go, she still had dancers' legs, long, slim calves topped with sleek, muscular thighs, the kind that made a man want to get down on his knees and push them apart. I was pretty sure that she wasn't wearing anything under the shiny black skirt, but she teased me by not quite exposing that much of herself.

"It doesn't look like you have very much experience working in an office," I said, pretending to read her resume.

"Well, a girl has to start somewhere. Did you have a lot of experience when you were hired for your first job?"

"Uh, this isn't about me, young lady. Now let's see... how about keyboarding skills. How fast can you type?"

"About thirty words a minute, if you don't count errors."

"Hmm, that might be a little slow for our needs. How about your computer skills. Do you know how to use a spreadsheet?"

"Oh," she smiled, feigning embarrassment, "well, since you asked, I have been spread on a few sheets."

It was good to see that she had a sense of humor, since the whole situation was getting a little silly.

"Do you take dictation?"

"Oh, I take dick just about anyway you can think of."

I decided to see if I could throw her a bit of a curve ball. "Uh, well, I'm not sure you have what we are looking for, Miss Smith. I'm sorry, but.... "

She leaned forward, now bringing her breasts into the discussion. Her brown nipples were peeking out from behind the white cloth like the noses of two curious puppies. "Look, I really need this job. Isn't having a pretty face around the office worth something?"

"Well, now that you mention it, lately we have been hiring a lot of ugl... uh, never mind. I guess you have a point there." Two in fact, and they were staring right at me.

"And," she purred, "I have some other talents that you might find useful."

"Such as?"

"Do you ever get tense after a difficult meeting, or at the end of a long day?"

"Certainly, but... "

"Well, in college I worked part time at a massage parlor. I learned a lot there. Would you like me to show you?"

"Sure. I guess I should give you a fair chance to show me all your ... abilities."

She got up and walked around the table. I sat back in my chair as she moved behind me. Her hands gripped my shoulders and began kneading the muscles leading up toward my neck. I had to admit that it felt good, very good. I closed my eyes and let her continue her demonstration, enjoying the feel of her strong fingers as she squeezed and released, easing tightness out of muscles that I hadn't even realized was there.

"How's that?" she asked.

"Very nice, but..."

"Yes?" She paused, waiting for my answer.

"Sometimes I get tense in other parts of my body."

"I think I understand," she whispered in my ear. "I saw that you had a sofa in your front office. Why don't we move out there."

"Of course," I readily agreed.

She took my hand and led me back to the living room. "Please," she said with an inviting gesture, "have a seat." She stood in front of me and began unbuttoning my shirt. After she dropped it on the floor, she continued to work her way down, unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants. "Now," she purred, "why don't you relax and let me take care of you."

She pushed me gently and I let myself fall back into the cushions on the back of the couch. I sat there like a mannequin while Susan removed my shoes and socks. I lifted my hips slightly to allow her to pull my pants off. "I've never had a professional massage," I told her. "I don't know if it's proper, but I think it would help me relax if you disrobed also."

"Of course, sir. As you wish."

I had thought she might use that as a hint to throw in a bit of a strip tease, but instead she walked down the hall and disappeared into the bathroom. She reappeared a moment later with a large bath towel wrapped around what I assumed was her naked body. I had yet to actually see my new lover naked, and wondered if there was some defect in her body that she was hiding. I wanted to reassure her that even if she had added a few pounds around her waistline over the years, she was still a fine-looking woman. I wasn't exactly the prime specimen I had been at twenty-one either. Wisely, I bit my tongue and kept that thought to myself.

Susan sauntered over to the couch, still holding the towel around her body. She was carrying a small bottle of amber-colored liquid. Almost every inch of her luscious dancer's legs was revealed to my gaze, and I stared openly, letting my eyes roam up from her slim ankles to her full, muscular thighs. She stood still, legs slightly apart, obviously enjoying my inspection. I knew that many men had lusted after that body when she had been younger, but at this moment it was all mine. I reached for her hand, wanting to pull her down onto the sofa with me.

"Wait," she said. "I still need to show you my ... skills. Lie down on your stomach."

I stretched out on the cushions and closed my eyes, ready for a nice, relaxing massage. I heard the towel slide to the floor and was tempted to turn and look, but resisted the urge. I heard her open the bottle, then felt something warm and slick on my back. It smelled like cinnamon and some exotic flowers. She straddled my legs as her hands began spreading the lubricant across my upper back. She began by rubbing my shoulders, with surprising strength. As she worked her way down, I wondered if she actually had worked in a massage parlor at some time. She seemed to be very experienced, knowing just where and how much pressure to apply.

I was almost falling asleep when Susan's voice quietly whispered in my ear. "If you'll roll over, I can make this a full-body massage, and I guarantee you will want to hire me after that."

I quickly complied, and got my first look at Susan completely naked. The tank top she had worn the first time we met had given him a good idea of the shape and size of her breasts, but seeing her large, pink nipples again after so many years brought back memories. It was the sight of those puffy protuberances that had so interested me when I had proclaimed her as my favorite dancer at The curious Kitty. I wondered, not for the first time, why we had never hooked up in those days. She was about the only dancer who had rubbed herself across my lap in those days who hadn't ended up in my bedroom.

Susan moved toward the far end of the sofa and began rubbing my feet. She moved rapidly up my calves and thighs, her own growing passion making her grow impatient. By the time she reached my groin, my cock was already stirring in semi-erect anticipation.

She ran one fingernail teasingly along the growing length of my manhood. "Would you like for me to show you my dictation skills now?"

I had almost forgotten that we were acting out a sex fantasy. "Of course, Miss Smith," I replied with a grin.

She got on her knees beside me and dribbled more of her aromatic oil over the hot, tight skin of my phallus. She spread the potion around using both hands. That process quickly turned the massage into a hand job - and a very efficient and talented one at that. She formed a circle with one finger and a thumb and slowly slid that tight ring up from my tight balls to the tip of my cock. As one hand finished its journey, her other would just be starting. Her left hand twisted one way, and her right hand the other, adding a delightful variety to her stroking. The lubricating oil made her movements feel silk-like, even though she was gripping me tightly.

When she began increasing the speed of her actions, it seemed like she wanted to make it a total hand job. As much as I welcomed that, I also wanted to fuck her again, slower and gentler than our first time. "You don't have to... " I began a warning.

"What's the matter?" she grinned. "Still not convinced of how good it would be to have me around the office? Well, let me try one more thing that might seal the deal."

She leaned forward, and I felt her soft lips sliding over the head of my staff, her tongue licking up the drops of precum gathering there. With all the care of a new mother tending to a baby chick, Susan slowly sucked the head of my dick into the warmth of her mouth. She clamped her lips around the bulbous end of my circumsized tool, and teased it with her tongue. She raised up and asked, "You like?"

"I like."

"Let me show you something you don't learn in business school." She pushed my legs apart and crawled up onto the sofa, crouching between my knees. She slurped down one side of my shaft and up the other, leaving a trail of saliva as she did so. Then she turned her attention to my balls. I could only see the top of her head as she bent lower and coated the most sensitive part of my body with more saliva. For a moment, she teasing pulled my sac into her mouth, a sensation that is at the same time very exciting and frightening. To my relief, she released my family jewels from her maw intact. Her tongue traced a path back up my phallus. When she reached the top, she looked up and gave me a quick wink.

I was ready for her to climb on top of me and bury my slick shaft in her cunt, but she wasn't done with her oral demonstration. She began easing her mouth down over the head of my manhood. I watched in fascination as her lips seemed to slowly suck my phallus into her mouth, a fraction of an inch at at time. Relentless in her desire to land the job, she kept moving slowly downward until I couldn't see any of my prick. My pubic hairs must have been tickling her nose, but she didn't seem to mind. I had never had a woman successfully deep-throat me before, but Susan had done it with apparent ease. She looked up and made eye contact again, as if seeking approval. Her mouth was full, but the twinkle in her eye was as good as the smile her lips couldn't provide at that moment.

I felt her tongue pressed against the sensitive underside of my erection, which only seemed to accentuate just how much of my body was in her mouth. She raised her head slightly, then began a series of quick up-and-down movements, each one ending with her lips touching my pubic hair. My sexual tension was rising rapidly, and I wondered if I should attempt to stop her again. I knew if I didn't, I was going to cum in a matter of seconds.

"Susan," I began, but too late. "I'm about to... ohhh, shit-t-t-... here it is."

She continued to milk me with her lips and tongue, as I felt my seed spurting, once, twice, and a third time - as strong and dramatic as any orgasm I had felt in years. I knew my semen was shooting straight down her throat, but it didn't seem to bother her at all. She didn't stop her rapid head movements until I put my hands on her head.

"No more," I moaned. "I think you sucked the life right out of me. God, I can't move."

Like the efficient secretary she was pretending to be, Susan licked every trace of ejaculate and spittle off of my softening shaft, then gave it a quick squeeze to make sure everything was out. With a lecherous, victorious grin on her face, she asked, "When do I start?"

I immediately began to feel guilty about not giving her any pleasure. "I'd like to make love to you, but I don't think we have enough time for me to recover before I have to ...."

"Don't worry about that. It's the wrong time of month for me anyway, unless you like blood." She giggled, and added, "I used to date a guy who liked that. He said it made him feel like he was taking my cherry every time we did it. What a weirdo!"

The fantasy quickly over, we once again suddenly became single parents who just happened to be having a fling. I dressed in silence, not quite sure what to say to her. Our two times together had been a lot of fun, and Susan certainly seemed to be content to just have me as a sex play partner, which was reassuring, but which made small talk awkward. Other than sex, the only thing we really had in common was the fact that our daughters were friends, and it just seemed weird to talk about them when my dick was still damp with her saliva.

"Well," I said as I put on my shoes, "thanks for another good time. I guess I'll see you again soon." It was a lame exit line, and I was a little surprised by her response.

"Oh, Mr. McKinney, I think you can count on that."

Chapter 4: The Games Get Serious

I didn't have to wait very long for Susan to invite me to play again. She called me at work a few days later. As usual, she didn't waste any time in getting to the point. "Can you come over next Friday?"

I started to say no, fearful that making this a regular thing might lead to it becoming something more serious, but my newly reinvigorated libido took charge. My cock was swelling slightly just talking to her. "I guess so," I muttered, "what time?"

"The usual."

"The setup?"

"You are a principal, and I am the parent of a very bad child. You have asked me to come in for a talk about her behavior."

"That doesn't sound very ... interesting," I said, choosing my words carefully, afraid that someone in an adjoining cubicle might overhear.

Susan laughed. "Leave it to me. I'll make it... interesting," she said, mocking my concern. "And Rick... "

"Yes?"

"This time will be extra special."

She hung up before I had a chance to ask more. The mysterious tone of her words left me distracted to the point where I found it hard to concentrate on work. By the time Friday afternoon rolled around, I felt like a man coming under the spell of a witch. Our first two fantasies had been porn movie cliches, but the way Susan had thrown herself into her roles had made them very erotic experiences. The words "extra special" left me in a state of eager anticipation by the time I pulled onto the now familiar dirt driveway.

I opened the front door and walked inside, not even bothering to knock this time. I saw that the kitchen table was again arranged as a workspace, and as before, Susan was not in sight. I sat down behind the desk, trying to picture myself as the hard-working principal ready to receive visitors.

Susan didn't leave me waiting long before she knocked on the non-existent door to my "office". "You wanted to see me, Mr. McKinney? I'm Mrs. Morgan, Laura's mother."

It seemed strange for her to use her real name, and even stranger, Laura's. I struggled to figure out what she wanted me to say. How was a principal-parent conference supposed to turn into a sexual situation? "Um, yes, Laura has been very disruptive lately, and she hasn't been doing her homework."

"I don't know what to do with her," Susan sighed. "I've tried grounding her, and lecturing. Maybe she needs a good spanking. That always seemed to get my attention when I was a brat." She smiled at me. "Would you rather do it, or leave it up to me?"

"What do you mean?" I was totally bewildered. Where was she going with this? Did she want me to spank her? I stammered, searching for an appropriate reply to her suggestion, but before I could find the words, something happened that shocked me even more.

"Laura, come in here," Susan said, looking back down the hall.

I couldn't believe my eyes when Laura walked around the corner. "What's she doing here?" I shouted.

"I thought you might want to take care of disciplining her yourself. I know the school board officially forbids corporal punishment, but if you feel like that's what she deserves, I won't tell anybody. In fact, I might help. She's really been a brat at home too."

"No, Susan," I said, "you know what I mean. This isn't play time anymore. Why is Laura here instead of being in school, the real school?"

"Calm down, Rick. I let her take a sick day, so she could be here, for you."

"For me? What are you talking about?"

"Come on, don't play dumb. We both know that my daughter has been teasing you, and you haven't been resisting her advances very hard."

In shock, I turned my attention to Laura, who had been listening quietly. "You told her?"

"Sure, Mr. M.," she replied with that devilish grin that I was beginning to know all too well. "Mom and I have been talking about you a lot. I even know what you guys have been doing."

"Don't look so shocked, Rick," Susan said. "Laura has been testing you, if you want to think of it that way, and she has been keeping me informed. You apparently have a thing for young girls. I understand that. A lot of men in my family share that ... interest. Laura's sexual appetite has already been stimulated, maybe a little earlier than I would have liked, but now we're always on the lookout for someone who can satisfy her cravings, someone with an attraction for skinny, immature girls. We think you're a likely candidate. You've already done a good job of scratching my itch, now it's Laura's turn."

"No," I said, "this is crazy. I'm outta here. I don't want anything more to do with you, or your daughter. This is totally absurd. I think you need to get some professional help, for your sake and your daughter's." I stood up and bolted for the door. I felt like an inmate attempting an escape from an asylum. I had almost reached the front door when Susan grabbed my arm and stopped me.

"Nice try, Rick," she said, "you almost sound convincing. But I still don't think you mean it. If you were serious, you wouldn't have let Laura get as close to you as she already has. If you really were repulsed by a young girl coming on to you, you would have never let her sit in your lap, and you certainly wouldn't have been petting her pussy like a curious preteen when you were supposed to be helping her with her homework."

I knew Susan was right, my long-suppressed fascination with precocious young girls had definitely been uncovered by Laura's flirtatious actions, and I had let her get away with a lot more than I should have. But I was still keenly aware that yielding to her temptations would probably result in a great deal of trouble for me and even worse, for Megan. I couldn't let himself succumb to my weakness.

I reached for the doorknob, anxious to get away from the immoral and possibly unbalanced mother and not-so-innocent daughter attempting to pull me into their illicit games. The door was open and I was almost outside when Susan's words stopped me.

"I really thought you would be more eager to play with us, but you seem a little shy. Laura, tell Mr. McKinney what you're going to tell your guidance counselor when you go back to school if he isn't nice to you."

Laura smiled at me, looking like an innocent tweener angel, but her words were anything but heavenly. "I'm going to tell him that my best friend's father has been molesting me. He's been touching me, and making me touch him. I think I might even cry when I tell him."

I saw a few fake tears welling in her eyes as she rehearsed her performance. The kid had inherited some acting skills from her mother.

I wasn't finished fighting. "So what," I snarled. "Kids make false accusations all the time. It would just be your word against mine."

"Do you actually want it to get to that point?" Susan asked. "Don't you know that when it comes to a child accusing an adult of abusing her, the innocent until proven rule is reversed? How well do you think you would do in a lie detector test? 'Mr. McKinney, did you ever allow Laura to touch you inappropriately?' 'Mr. McKinney, did you ever put your hand inside her shorts and...'"

"All right, all right, stop." I knew I was in trouble. It was true that I was unlikely to come out of any investigation looking totally innocent. Susan was right, just being charged would make everyone, including my stepdaughter, look at me with suspicion. And I knew that under the pressure of a police interrogation, I was likely to crack and confess. Hell, I was guilty, and I knew it. All that was left was determining just how deep in this dark pool I was going to wade.

"Damn, Susan, why are you doing this? Do you get your kicks from hooking your daughter up with older men?"

"My father introduced me to sex when I was eleven, and between he and my brother, I was very experienced by the time I had my first period. But you know what, I really didn't mind. It seemed a little strange and creepy at first, but I soon learned to enjoy the feel of a man's hands caressing my body, of being penetrated by their hard erections, sometimes by more than one at a time. When Laura started telling me what my brother was doing to her, at first I was mad, but then I could tell that she wasn't any more traumatized than I had been. After we talked for awhile, I saw that she found sex play to be just as interesting and exciting as I had at her age. That's when I decided to help her, to make sure that her playmates were clean and safe. I'm not forcing her to do anything. She likes it, right honey?"

Laura turned her impish grin back on, an expression that I was beginning to find more than a little scary. "That's right, Mom. Don't worry, Mr. M., I want to do this as much as you do." She walked up to me, still standing by the door, and pulled my hand off the knob. She tickled my palm with the fingernail of her index finger. "Come on, Mr. M., play dirty with me too."

Half from fear of what Laura's lurid lies could do, and half from my desire to finally fulfill my dream of being able to do nasty things with a girl Laura's age, I relented and let her lead me down the hallway. It could have been the path to Hell, but by that point I would still have followed her.

She led me to her room, not Susan's. The Winnie-The-Pooh bedroom set and the Little Mermaid posters on the wall were an uncomfortable reminder of what I was doing. I tried to shut out everything except the girl holding my hand. Belatedly, I realized that Susan had followed us.

"What...?" I started.

"I like to watch," Susan said. "In fact, sometimes I like to help. Does that bother you?"

By that point, I was beyond the point of being bothered by anything that either Susan or Laura did. "Come on in," I told her, as if inviting her into my living room for a drink. My heart was pounding like I had just run up three flights of stairs, and my hands were sweaty. I had totally forgotten about the fantasy situation that Susan had concocted to get things started, but Laura was still sticking to the story. She stood in front of me, hands clasped behind her back, eyes downcast.

"You told my mother you thought I should be punished, right?" she said.

I took a glance over her shoulder, making eye contact with Susan. She nodded her head, but didn't say anything. I sat down on Laura's bed. "Come here," I said, hoping that I sounded like an annoyed school official.

Laura stepped up in front of me, our knees almost touching. Her eyes were still downcast, the very picture of a regretful child. "Across my knees, young lady," I ordered. I leaned back slighty to give her room.

She tried to obey, bending over my thighs while keeping one foot on the floor for balance. It was an awkward position, so I grasped her waist and with a quick tug pulled her into a more comfortable position. For the first time, I noticed that Susan had dressed her daughter in a white blouse and plaid skirt - the typical porn movie schoolgirl look.

I hesitated, uncertain how much of a real spanking she was expecting. If this was just another part of the fantasy, perhaps a few swats on her butt would suffice. I tried that, swatting her tiny bottom without lifting her short tartan dress. It was hardly more than a few gentle pats, and I soon discovered that it was not what Laura or her mom, were expecting.

"That's not a spanking," Susan said, rising from the chair where she had been quietly watching. She came over and stood in front of me. "It has to be bare skin to be real punishment."

I pushed her skirt up, gathering it around her waist. I held her in place with one hand, and used my other one to slide her panties down. She raised her hips a little to make it easier, and soon I had her underwear down to her knees. I had a small target to aim for, her girlish behind just beginning to fill out. Each cheek was easily covered by my palm. Unable to resist the temptation before me any longer, I lightly rubbed her bottom with the back of my hand, reveling in the smooth, spongy feel of her delicate white skin. There is nothing that feels quite like a young girl's ass.

"Are you trying to put her to sleep?" Susan chided.

I had been so caught up by the sight of Laura's bare bottom in my lap that I had almost forgotten her mother was watching. "Are you really expecting me to hurt her?" I asked.

"Yes, of course. You don't have to be sadistic, but Laura does enjoy having her ass warmed, don't you, dear?"

"Uh-huh." Laura's reply was muffled by the pillow her face was buried in.

I wasn't sure if Laura was just parroting what Susan wanted to hear, or if she really meant it. I had run across a few women in my wilder days who did enjoy spanking as foreplay, bu this was a thirteen-year-old girl. Still unsure, I smacked her bare backside again, this time with some authority. One... two...three swats on one cheek, then three on the other side. I paused for a second and watched as her delicate skin began to turn salmon pink. She was squirming under my grip a little, but she wasn't crying or yelling, so I moved my aim down to the backs of her thighs and repeated the pattern, three quick slaps on the back of each skinny leg. I knew she felt those. She was trying harder to escape my hold now, so I decided to finish her punishment with two slightly harder blows, one on each side of her now red butt. That finally elicited a howl of protest from the girl sprawled across my lap.

"Ow," she cried. "Mom, he's really spanking me. It burns!"

"Of course it does dear, but doesn't it feel good at the same time?"

Laura was sniffling now. "I... I... guess."

"Perhaps you'd like to see how grownups play this game," Susan said, as she helped Laura off my lap.

That seemed to cheer her up immediately. "You'd let him spank you?" Laura asked. "Gosh, I want to watch that. It sounds like fun."

"Rick?" Susan asked.

"Uh, sure, I guess," I mumbled. The afternoon was getting weirder by the minute.

"Oh, Mr. McKinney," she started, suddenly back in character as the negligent mother, "it's not Laura's fault that she is been acting out, it's mine. I haven't been a very good parent. Perhaps I am the one who deserves to be punished."

I followed her lead. It made me feel more comfortable with the whole situation if I could at least pretend that this was all a fantasy. "Well, Mrs. Morgan, that's not my normal procedure, but perhaps you are right. Remove your dress, please." I stood up and watched as Susan obeyed my instructions.

"Now, bend over," I instructed, pressing my hand against her back.

Susan, still clad in her blouse and pink satiny panties, put her hands on the bed and bent over as I had requested. Laura's bed was low enough that doing so turned Susan's bottom into a very round, inviting target. As she settled into position to accept her punishment, she thrust her hips back toward me as if inviting my attentions. I felt more sure about what Susan wanted than I had been with Laura, and proceeded accordingly. I slid my belt off and doubled it over in my hands. I slapped it threateningly against the mattress next to her, with surprisingly loud results.

She flinched at the sound, but didn't say anything. I took a position behind her, and slapped the leather across her pantie-covered ass with a satisfying smack. The only reaction from her was a slight whimper. I whipped the belt across her almost plump behind two more times, then dropped down to apply some licks to her upper thighs, like I had done to her daughter. Susan was reacting to each blow now, not complaining or trying to evade the blows, but letting out little whelps. I couldn't tell if they were an indication of pain or delight, or both.

"This isn't comfortable," she finally protested.

"It's not supposed to be," I snapped, now very much into my role as the pain provider.

"No, wait," she said. She crawled up onto the bed and stretched out, with two pillows under her stomach to push her butt further up in the air.

I finally realized that her comment about discomfort had been about her position, not the force of my lashes. She still wanted more. Apparently she liked it hard, so I reached out and tore the panties off her succulent hips with one sudden motion. Now I could see that the lashes I had given her with my belt had turned her cheeks not just pink, like Laura's bottom, but crimson red, with white stripes where the leather had been most painfully applied. My doubt about how much actual punishment she required was resolved, so I gave her half a dozen more strokes, even harder than before. By the time I finished, my victim was moaning loudly with each blow. When paused and saw the damage my whipping was doing to her bottom, I began to feel guilty, and was ready to stop. That's when Susan turned her head and said, "More ... please ... more."

I hadn't known that there was a sadist hidden inside me, but the bulge in my pants indicated that I was enjoying giving pain as much as Susan took delight in receiving it. I put the belt down, afraid of losing control and truly injuring her in my own excitement. I began using my hand instead, slapping her ass rapidly, and in a different place each time. The more I gave her, the more her pleasure seemed to grow. Her hands were grasping the blanket, and her hips were moving in a rhythm against the pillows. She's getting off, I realized. I picked up the intensity even more, my blows coming even faster now, and watched in amazement as Susan experienced what was most definitely a climax. Her head was thrashing, her hands gripping the bed even tighter, and her voice loudly proclaimed her ecstasy, "Oh God, Rick... yes, yes, yes.... "

I had never seen a woman get off just from being spanked. It was a fascinating sight, and I was so caught up in the moment that I forgot Laura was just a few feet away until I heard her voice. "Gosh, Mom," she whispered, "are you all right?"

Susan, calming down, turned and smiled at her daughter. "Yes sweetie, I'm fine."

"Was that an orgasm?" Laura asked.

"Yes dear. See, I told you it can happen. Not everybody reacts like I do, but I really enjoy having my buns warmed."

I sat down on the bed, still trying to wrap my head around what had just happened. My cock was still rock hard. Watching Susan get off so enthusiastically had only added to the heat of the moment. Laura was the first to notice my condition.

"You've got a boner, Mr. M," she said with a giggle. "Can I see it?"

"Laura," her mother chided. "that's not very polite. You didn't even say please. You can't just demand something like that. Mr. McKinney is a gentleman, and he's not going to just expose himself to you that easily. But I bet if you do something nice for him, he might consider letting you see his manhood, and he might even let you touch it." Susan laughed at her own parody of the thoughtful mother.

Laura tilted her head slightly to one side, like a curious puppy begging for a doggie biscuit. With a twinkle in her eye, and that devilish grin, she looked at me and said, "Mr. M, would you like to undress me? I know you want to."

I looked at her. Laura's narrow face, framed by her almost boyishly short hairstyle, displayed no hint as to her true feelings or emotions. She looked like she could have been in a trance. She exhibited none of her normal impish, high energy behavior. It was like she was acting out a script that she had rehearsed. When I didn't respond right away, she stepped closer, as if daring me to accept her challenge.

In for a dime, in for a dollar, I sighed as I reached out and began unbuttoning her blouse. I slid it off her shoulders and she carefully placed it on the floor. She turned her back to me, giving me access to the clasp of her little-girl bra. When it was loosened, she took it off and put it on top of her blouse. She turned back around, facing me , with her arms demurely crossed over her now bare breasts.

"Don't be shy now honey," I heard Susan say.

"That's all right," I said quietly. "You don't have to do anything until you're ready, hon."

I reached out and slowly lowered her white cotton panties. She stepped out of them, and as I added them to the neat pile on the floor I noted that they were just like the kind Megan wears. I tried to purge that thought from my mind. Laura made no effort to cover her naked pudenda, other than to cross her legs slightly. There was a small patch of pubic hair just beginning to sprout above her otherwise bare mound.

"Just enough to tickle your nose if you want to go down on her," Susan's voice whispered in his ear, as if she had read my thoughts.

Laura slowly lowered her hands, teasingly revealing her small titties like a miniature stripper. The symmetric swellings on her chest, while not exactly childlike, barely required a bra either. Two perfectly shaped inverted cones, with tiny light-brown nipples, met my gaze. I wanted very much to touch them. Laura took my hand and placed it on her left breast. My palm easily covered the small mound, and I could feel her heart beating beneath her soft flesh. Her tiny nubbin poked into my palm, tickling it like her finger had done earlier.

"I don't think she inherited my tits," Susan said, with a sigh. "By the time I was her age I was already into B-cups." While my attention had been focused on her daughter, Susan had moved behind me, and deftly unzipped my pants. Her hand went into my shorts and she grasped my erection like she was afraid I might run away.

"But that's okay, sweetie," she encouraged her precocious offspring, "some men like women with slim, trim bodies, and from the way Rick is reacting, I think he's one of them. Or maybe you just like young girls in general," she whispered in my ear, as her hand began to move along the tight skin of my swollen dick.

"Mom," Laura pleaded, "be careful. Don't make him cum too fast."

I was still sitting on the bed, gently massaging the young girl's breast while her mother gave me a slow, teasing hand job, so Laura's concern was real. I was not surprised to find that this was not the first time that Susan and Laura had shared a man.

"Let's finish undressing him," Laura said, her usual tweener enthusiasm reemerging.

"That only seems fair," Susan agreed. "Take Rick's shoes off, hon."

Laura got on her knees and began removing my shoes and socks while Susan, with the agility of a magician, unbuttoned my shirt from behind and slid it down my arms and onto the floor, not as neatly as Laura's discarded clothing. When Laura finished, she stood up and took my hand. I stood up and let her take off my pants and boxers.

"Come on," Susan said, patting the bed, "lie down and let us take care of you."

Any resistance or pangs of conscience that I may have felt earlier were long gone, drained away with the blood now engorging my penal shaft. I was now a willing and eager participant in the dirty movie the Morgan women were making up on the fly. I made myself comfortable in the center of the small bed. Susan knelt on one side of me with Laura on the other. I felt Susan's hand gripping my cock again. She resumed her slow stroking, her fingers holding me just tightly enough for me to feel them moving over my skin.

"Would you like to see how good my daughter can do this?" she purred.

I nodded, and quickly Susan's hand was replaced by Laura's. With the enthusiasm I knew to expect from the eager tweener, she began massaging, faster and with a tighter grip than her mother had. For a moment I feared that she was going to ignore her own warning and bring me to a climax much too quickly. This time, it was Susan's turn to put in a word of caution.

"Easy, easy, hon, he's already really turned on. Let's not have any accidents before we have our fun."

"Sorry," Laura said with a girlish giggle. She circled my shaft with one finger and thumb, a technique she had obviously learned from her mother, and continued to stimulate me in a less frantic manner. I still wondered just how much of this teasing I could take before my body took over and I could no longer suppress my ejaculation.

"Let me go first," Susan said.

Laura nodded, and scooted aside as her mother threw a leg over my body. She balanced herself on the balls of her feet, squatting over my dick like a mother bird carefully settling down on a nest full of eggs. Laura moved behind Susan, grabbed my cock by the base, and guided it back and forth through the damp slit between her mother's outer lips. Her skill at doing that was another indication to me that the Morgan women had played this game before. I didn't move a muscle, as Laura teased her mother's pussy with the tip of my erection, producing more and more lubrication with each back-and-forth trip through the heavenly dampness in the middle of her puffy mound.

Now?" Laura asked.

"Now," Susan confirmed. Laura held my cock straight up, and Susan lowered herself onto my manhood. She was so wet by now that my shaft slid into her easily, and a moment later her pubic bone was rubbing against my stomach.

"Ahhh... " she sighed, then began a gentle rocking motion. She added a little side-to-side variation, as if trying to insure that the tip of my phallus touched every bit of flesh inside her.

I closed my eyes, letting my body enjoy the sensations, not too concerned about the possibility of a premature ejaculation anymore. What happens, happens, I decided. Susan was so well lubricated that even though she was grinding on top of me as efficiently as any lap dancer I had ever enjoyed, my climax was no longer building as rapidly as it had been a few seconds earlier. It was one of those wonderful moments, when I began to feel like I could keep going all day, and enjoying every minute of it.

When she suddenly stopped, I opened my eyes and looked up at her, wondering what the problem was. "Laura," she said, "give Rick a real thrill."

"Okay," the young girl said enthusiastically.

I thought that meant they were going to switch places, but instead Susan settled back down, my cock snugly tucked away inside her warm, hot pussy. Laura moved up beside me, and a moment later I found himself looking up at Laura's almost hairless slit as she knelt over my head, her position an echo of her mother's. She lowered herself slowly down toward my face. The wispy hairs partially covering her crease tickled my nose, just as Susan had described.

Laura stopped right there, apparently waiting for my reaction. I stuck my tongue out experimentally. I was just able to touch her pussy lips. Somewhat frustrated, I strained to raise my head far enough to probe deeper. Laura noticed my predicament and pushed a pillow under my head, making it a lot more comfortable for me to lick her tight crack.

Laura's cunt, wile not as 'sweet' as I had heard young girls' pussies described in some of the classic erotica I had read in my younger days, was only slightly tangy, with none of the usual strong sexual odors I was used to smelling when performing cunnilingus on full-grown women. She leaned forward, supporting herself on the headboard as she began to wiggle her hips in response to my efforts.

While I was occupied by Laura sitting on my face, Susan had stopped moving, possibly to observe. Her excellent muscular control kept my penis clenched inside her, with an occasional extra squeeze thrown in. I had no idea how she did that, but her skill was impressive. I looked up and saw Susan's hands reaching around her daughter's body, massaging her tiny breasts. Something about that sight suddenly pushed me closer to the finish line than I had thought I was. Susan seemed to sense my growing excitement, and began twitching her hips in that x-rated lap dance she did so well. A few seconds later I felt my balls tightening, and as much as I wanted to sample Laura tight pussy also, I knew it was too late to stop my body from responding to Susan's motions.

I groaned softly, surrendering to the inevitable. My reproductive system took over, pumping my semen into Susan's waiting vagina.

"Mom," Laura cried when she realized what was happening, "what about me? I'm all ready for him, and now you've ruined it!" she plopped down on the bed next to me, already in full pout mode at being denied her treat.

"Sorry, hon. Cheer up, he's not broken, he just needs a little rest, right Rick?"

"I... I don't know," I sighed as Susan rolled off my body, leaving my rapidly shrinking dick curled up in a sticky mess on my stomach. Quick recoveries were something that I had thought I had left behind years ago, but the enticing young girl next to me still held my interest. She looked like a spoiled brat, and I would have offered her a lollipop if I had one.

Susan left and returned a moment later with a warm damp towel in her hand. "Here," she said, tossing it to her daughter, "clean him up while I get us something to drink. Rick, would you prefer a joint?"

I had given up weed when I met Serena, but the thought of losing myself in a cloud of happy smoke at that moment was appealing. Then I remembered that marijuana usually dampened my ardor, and I was still holding on to the hope of having sex with the young girl lying next to me. "No thanks, but a beer would be nice."

While Susan was in the kitchen getting the drinks, I took the opportunity to talk with Laura about what was happening. "Do you really like to have sex with men." I asked, "or are you just doing this because your mother wants you to."

"Oh no, I really like it, with the right guy," she answered as she finished her clean up duties. "And you're the right guy for me. I think I've had kind of a crush on you ever since that first night I spent at your house."

Her smile seemed genuine, so I finally accepted the fact that I had stumbled across a rare opportunity - a girl just emerging from childhood into the vibrant years of teenage growth and exploration, who already was not just sexual active, but who actually craved sharing her slim, underdeveloped body with men. The fact that I had been coerced into Laura's bed by Susan's threats had almost vanished from my consciousness. Now it was my own suppressed desires and fantasies that were driving me.

Laura's not-so-gentle handling of my private parts while she cleaned them, combined with the soft warmth of the cloth she was using, was already starting to cause my cock to show signs of life again. When Susan came back with two beers, and a soda for her daughter, Laura proudly pointed to my rapidly rebuilding erection.

"Look, mom," she said, happily claiming credit for my quick recovery, "you were right, he just needed some time."

Susan gave my shaft a quick squeeze. "He's not quite there yet, sweetie. Remember, with your tight little hole, men need to be really stiff to get it in." That dirty statement caused the blood flow to my penal shaft to increase, accelerating my recovery even more. Susan saw the twitch in my cock, and decided to leave me alone with her daughter. "I'm gonna go have a little toke in the living room. Laura, he's all yours."

Finally being alone with Laura gave me a chance to concentrate on my young temptress. I let my eyes wander over her slight body as she stretched out on the bed next to me. It was Laura there, of course, but it wasn't just her that I was seeing in my mind. It was Jenny and her naughty friends, and dozens of anonymous young girls who my eyes had lingered a little too long on in malls, parks, school functions, and soccer games over the years. I slowly soaked up many of the details I had been too busy to notice before. Her calves were covered with bug bites and small bruises, making her look like a child of the forest. Her knobby knees were so much bigger than the rest of her legs it was almost funny. Her thighs were just beginning to fill out, but it still looked like I could wrap my hand around her leg just above her knee. Her pubic patch looked like a spring garden a couple weeks after the seeds had been planted - small patches of curly light brown hair sprouted haphazardly over her lower belly. The lips of her tantalizing slit were still almost totally bare.

Her pubes were still slightly damp, either from my saliva, or the stimulating effect of my probing tongue. Her girlish hips flared only slightly out from her narrow waist. Her breasts, not yet even a handful, were as round and compact as scoops of sorbet, topped with caramel-colored nipples projecting up like tiny pencil erasers. Her aerolae were just a bit larger than her nipples, and hardly distinguishable from the rest of her skin color. Even if she never developed breasts the size of her mother's, I could see that they were going to have a shape that many men would find delightful.

I reached out and gently rubbed the back of my hand over one of her hard nipples. It was only a teasing caress, but it had the desired effect.

"That's nice," she moaned. This was the most sedate I had ever seen that wild child, and I was enjoying this new side of her. "Can I kiss them?" I asked, acting like a gentleman with a new lover.

Laura answered with a brief nod of her head, and rolled over onto her back. I moved over her, and slowly lowered my head until my lips were just barely touching the hard tip of one tiny breast. She drew in her breath, but said nothing. With tantalizing slowness, I eased my tongue out, allowing it to just touch the delicate spot atop her immature swelling. I licked a circle around her small aerola, then sucked the whole mound into my mouth. I let my lips suckle her tiny tit, pulling on the tender skin while my tongue continued to tease the tiny brown tip.

Laura began to moan louder, and her body began to move in response to my caress. She put her hands on my head, and for a moment I was afraid that I was hurting her and she wanted me to stop. Instead, when I released her flesh from my mouth, she quickly moved my face to the other side of her chest. For the next few moments, I took my time, paying oral tribute to her breasts, alternating every few seconds.

I reached down and let my finger trace the narrow gap in her pubic mound. She was even wetter than when my tongue had been exploring there. I decided it was time at last to fulfill my long-suppressed dream of fucking a young girl.

I stood up, fighting to control my excitement and savor the moment. With gentle hands I guided Laura's body toward the side of the bed where I was standing. Her body was limp and her legs dangled over the edge, her feet not quite touching the floor. Eyes closed, with a peaceful expression on her face, she looked like she was asleep. I almost felt like an interloper, taking advantage of a child in her bed.

I used the tip of my finger to slightly spread her labia and tease the tight entrance to her vagina. At the same time my thumb was seeking her tiny clitoris.

Her eyes opened and she began to breath a little faster. "Are you gonna do me now?" she asked, sounding a lot more mature than a girl her age should. "I'm really hot."

I grasped her ankles, lifted her legs, and put her feet on my shoulders. That raised her hips a few inches off the bed and aligning my target directly in front of my dick, which was standing straight out from my body. I put my hands under her little butt, moving her body into position like she was a blow-up doll.

"What're you doing?" she asked, giggling.

"This," I replied, rubbing the tip of my phallus up and down her damp slit. I pushed a little too hard at one point, and my cock landed with a smack on her lower belly. I looked down at my shaft and saw how far up into her small body my adult penis would go if I plunged into her with abandon. I cautioned myself again to control my passion and proceed carefully. Laura wasn't a virgin, but she wasn't a full-grown woman either.

I continued to support her hips with one hand while I used the other to put the head of my cock back in the right position. I could feel my heart beating so fast and hard that I took a deep breath to try and calm myself. With tender care, I gradually pushed forward, entranced by the way her tight opening was adapting to the size of the object entering her body. After I saw the head of my cock disappear from sight between her slightly puffy outer lips, I paused and looked at my young lover.

The expression on her face might have been a grimace of pain, and I almost pulled back out fearing that I was hurting her. Then her eyes opened, she looked up, smiled, and said, "That feels good. Don't stop."

Encouraged, I continued easing my rod through the tight portal guarding her treasure. Her vaginal opening gripped me so tightly that it was hard to believe that she had ever had a full-sized male organ in her before, but she certainly didn't act like a virgin. I watched in amazement as my hard dick continued to make its way into her body. It was almost an out-of-body feeling, as if it wasn't my erect member pushing its way into her slim body.

It seemed almost impossible that her small frame could accept my manhood with such ease, but the smile on her face and the quiet moan she was emitting gave proof that she was indeed enjoying the process.

I stopped when my shaft was about halfway in, and began to slowly pull out. From my vantage point standing over her, I could see her inner lips clinging to my cock as it came out. The part of my body that had been inside her was now shiny with her lubricating fluids. I stopped just before the head reemerged and looked at her again. Her eyes were closed again, but her mouth still displayed a content smile. Still moving with great care, I eased himself back into her, stopping again when half my rod was out of sight. "You all right?"

"Uh-huh," Laura said softly.

More confident now, I began to move my hips back-and-forth in a quicker rhythm, still trying to limit myself to only a few inches of penetration. Laura began to moan louder, and again I stopped, concerned about her welfare.

"Why do you keep stopping?" she asked, looking up at me. "Is it too tight? My mom has some lotion..."

"No," I said, putting a finger to her lips to silence her. "It's you I'm worried about. I don't want to hurt you."

"I have an idea," Laura said, her mischievous grin back. "Let's do it like you and Mom were doing it. Let me ride on top of you. That's how Uncle Bobby and I used to do it."

Just the mention of Laura's lecherous relative, and the uneasy comparisons between her uncle and myself it invoked, caused my erection to wilt slightly. But the thought of her slim young body bouncing on my lap like the cowgirl the position was named for quickly revived my interest.

"Okay, we can try that."

I eased myself out of her tight snatch and a moment later I was on my back on her bed again. Laura quickly threw her leg over my body and got herself into position. She balanced herself with one hand on my chest while she played with my erection. She playfully smacked it against her belly a couple of times, eliciting yet another round of giggles.

"Wow," she commented, "your thing is a lot bigger than my uncle's. I hope I can do this."

"Don't force it," I cautioned yet again. "If you're uncomfortable, just stop. You don't have to do this for me."

"Here goes," she said, sounding very determined to meet the challenge. She squatted over my body and placed the head of my dick back between her outer lips. With a skill I still found amazing and somewhat disturbing for someone so young, she seemed to draw me into her warmth without even moving. After the wide head was once more tucked away in her love box, she slowly let her weight draw her further down. She got about half of my length inside, then stopped, as I had at that point. To my surprise, she leaned forward and kissed me.

As strange as it seems, even with my penis well within her young vagina, the feel of her lips on mine made me very uncomfortable, as if kissing someone so young was taking things too far. Apparently Laura felt the same way, because she stopped after just a few seconds of lip-to-lip contact, no tongue, and sat back up. With a renewed sense of purpose, she began moving her hips up and down, still being careful to not lower herself too far.

The feeling was intense. The grip of her tight, almost virginal opening, and the sight of her happy face as she gyrated on top of my body lit a fuse, and I soon felt the delicious tightening inside myself that signified the onset of another climax.

Laura seemed to sense the rising tension in my body, and aware of what it mean, she changed to a quicker, more shallow twitching of her hips. She began moaning and panting louder, eyes closed, mouth in a tight grimace that this time I did not mistake for pain - she was having an orgasm.

Watching her cum was all it took to set off the time bomb inside my body. She stopped moving, eyes closed, mouth slightly open, intent on extracting all the pleasure from the moment that she could. At the same time I felt my seed spilling out, into her waiting warmth. It was then, much too late, that I remembered the unused condoms still waiting in my wallet. The fear that I might have just impregnated a girl barely out of childhood herself brought a sudden end to my enjoyment, and caused my erection to begin to wilt even faster than it normally would have after a second closely-spaced orgasm.

"That was beautiful." I turned and saw Susan standing in the doorway. "I wish I could have had orgasms like that when I was your age, sweetie. I really didn't get off with a cock inside me until I was almost sixteen. Before that, it was just playacting, making men happy."

"Yeah, that was really super," Laura replied, her head now resting on my chest. "I see now why you like playing with him so much."

She rolled off my body. My semi-erect cock made a wet, unpleasant sound as it fell out of her vagina. I watched as a string of viscous fluid, a combination of my cum and Laura's secretions, stretched between the tip of my shaft and her pudenda. "I'm gonna go clean up," she announced as she sprinted for the bathroom.

Reality crashed back down on me quickly. I started to dress as fast as I could, wanting to be gone before Laura came back. As much as I had enjoyed my forbidden time with her, I just didn't think I could face her - not that day, and maybe never again. Adding to my guilt was the fact that I knew I couldn't let Megan continue to be friends with her. I wondered what reason I could come up with to explain to my stepdaughter why I was taking away her new best friend.

"You look kind of sick," Susan said. "What's the problem? I thought you would be happy. Wasn't this something you've wanted to do for a long time, deep down inside?"

"It doesn't matter what I might have wanted," I replied. "Think about it. I've just violated a girl who probably isn't even having periods yet, something that could land me in prison for the rest of my life, and even if it doesn't, I have to tell my daughter to stay away from the best friend she has ever had. And I might even have impregnated your daughter. Hell yes I feel sick."

"Calm down," Susan said, taking me into her arms. "It's not as bad as that. Nobody, not Laura, not me, and I don't think you, are going to say anything about this. Laura may be young, but she fully understands what can happen if she tells anyone about our unique lifestyle. She saw what happened to her uncle."

"I thought you were glad he was arrested. Now are you saying that you feel sorry for him?"

"No, not at all. When he took advantage of my daughter, I was pissed, because I wanted her to stay innocent a lot longer than I had. But I've come to understand that she wasn't harmed by what he did, any more than I was. She's a sexual creature, like her mother, and there's nothing I can do about that."

I was going to argue with her, but at that moment Laura came bouncing out of the bathroom, wrapped in a big, pink towel, as full of energy as ever. She really was an Energizer bunny.

"Oh good, you're still here," she said, smiling at me. "I have a question for you."

"What?"

"What would you think of getting Megan involved in a play date with us?"

"NO!" I snapped. "Never. What's the matter with you?"

"Sorry...sorry," she said, quickly retreating from my rage.

"Hon, not everybody thinks like we do," Susan explained to her frightened daughter.

"Oh, uh, I'm sorry, Mr. M. It's just that Megan and I have been talking, and she's been asking me lots of questions about sex. Has she been asking you too?"

"No," I admitted. I had been dreading that conversation ever since Serena had died, but so far it hadn't come up.

"Maybe you should ask her about Billy Connors," Laura said, giving me another of her impish grins.

"Billy who?"

"Connors. Don't tell her who told you, but they have been foolin' around at school. During P.E., they sneak away when Miss Fields isn't lookin'. I caught them one day behind the gym. They were kissin', and Billy had his hand under her skirt. That's why I was thinking that she might be ready for... um ... some lessons."

"Laura, I think that's enough," Susan said. "Can't you see that Mr. McKinney is embarrassed."

"S-o-o-r-r-r-y," Laura drawled, "but I really think your stepdaughter is a lot more mature than you think."

"Forget what Laura said," Susan said as she walked me to my car. "She's still a kid, and doesn't always think before she talks. I'll have a talk with her, and make sure she is knows not to talk to Megan about sex. But you know, in one way she might be right. It's probably time for you to talk with Megan. Kids do tend to grow up way too fast these days. You wouldn't want her coming home pregnant before she graduates, right?"

The image of a pregnant Megan reminded me that I had been inexcusably careless just a few minutes earlier. "Uh, speaking of that, is Laura... you know...?"

"On the pill?" Susan finished my thought. "Yeah, for a few months now. I know she is a very independent spirit, and I'm not going to be able to watch over her all the time, so I thought it was best. Don't worry, I wouldn't have let you go at her bareback if she wasn't protected."