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Copyright: Written 2004 by Rachael P. Ross. May be archived and/or
reposted for free private use of adults where not prohibited by local
and/or federal statute provided that (a) This copyright notice
accompanies any such dissemination; (b)That the author's name and
email rache696@yahoo.com be included in the message body; (c) That
this story is not edited for content. All characters,locales, and
events are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons may or may not
be intended by the author for her own devious and undisclosed
purposes.

Author's Note: This story is (to date) composed of six chapters. It is
suggested, but by no means necessary that they be read sequence. I
tried to use (brief) character/plot references where necessary, but
largely each chapter is capable of standing on it's own. Pornography
is uniquely suited to that.

At this time I have no plans to write a chapter seven. I do not need
ideas for plot or characters, I don't need flattery or threats...I
don't even need begging to convince me otherwise. The story ends where
it does and how it does. It isn't really up to me. -rr Manila

=-=-=

My Strange Life
By Amy J. Welch


Chapter II
Trying to get to Cheerleader Camp


I like gym class. I like getting hot and sweaty and feeling sore all
over, but in a good way. I think that's why Miss Squires and me are
such good friends. Or at least as much friends as a 15 year old high
school sophomore can be with her gym teacher and cheerleading coach.
She likes to make me feel like that too - Hot, sweaty, and sore.

That's why she talked me into becoming a cheerleader. Not that I
wasn't going to try out in the first place! I was born to be a
cheerleader I think, because I have long legs, a tight round butt and
really firm boobs, even though they aren't really big yet. Miss
Squires says they're the perfect size though and she doesn't like to
see those "...overdeveloped girls with udders instead of tits" to put it
in her own words. But boys seem to like those kind of boobs, so I
don't know for sure if Miss Squires really feels like that, or if she
just likes to say the opposite of what a man might say. She's like
that sometimes.

Miss Squires has small boobies too, which might explain a lot. They're
just a little bigger than mine and so firm she never wears a bra at
all. So her nipples are almost always right there in your face,
especially since they're really dark and she just wears a plain white
t-shirt, but it's about 2 sizes too small and really tight, tucked
into her black nylon shorts. They're pretty tight too usually. She can
do that though because first of all she's the coach, and second of all
she's 5'6" and 140lbs of muscle. She says she can bench press 200lbs
and I believe her, although I'm not sure what a bench press is
exactly. She keeps a chart to keep track of how much weight she's
lifted, starting a new one every year with a resolution to lift more.

But don't think Miss Squires is unattractive, she is very attractive,
just not in the usual way you might imagine. She has a pretty face
with high cheekbones and a narrow, tapering chin. Her nose is straight
and strong, like on a Grecian statue, a classical profile you could
call it. And her hair is auburn and silky fine, but styled and cut so
it's short on the sides and sticks up straight on the top, but curling
over like a wave and the effect isn't unpleasant at all. It comes back
to a small curling ponytail that hangs just between her shoulder
blades, usually tied with a little ribbon of leather studded with
little spikes of silver, each barely bigger than the tip of a pencil.
She has a tattoo, a long string of barbed wire in black, with little
drops of red on some of the barbs, like it was really pricking her
skin, but you can't see it unless you know where to look. It starts in
the soft hollow of her left thigh, just to the side of her pussy, and
it curls up and around her clit, so that it looks like it goes right
into one of her lips and into her pussy and then comes out through the
other one, finishing the loop around her clit before curling into the
soft hollow of her other thigh. It is pretty amazing and I'm not sure
why she wanted that, but it definitely fits her somehow. I like it a
lot, but I want a little Power Puff Girl on my shoulder. My best
friend Jenny thinks that's dumb though, she wants to get a little rose
on her thigh. Miss Squires said I should wait until I'm older, until
I'd experienced something that tattooed me on the inside, then I would
know how to express it on the outside. Miss Squires is really smart.

She keeps her pussy shaved too and makes me and Jenny and some of the
other girls keep ours shaved as well, not that I have a lot of hair
yet anyway. But it does feel nice and it looks nice too, at least I
think so. Miss Squires' pussy is darker than mine, more red than pink
and her lips are brown almost, especially when she gets excited, then
they get fat and rubbery so that they hang down and spread a little
bit. Sometimes I wish my pussy were like that, just because it would
be so much fun to be able to play with those lips anytime I wanted.
Mine are always small and trying to stay closed, even after I've had
them split by something really big, they just close right back up
again and don't hang down hardly at all. Miss Squires said she loves
the way it does that, so sometimes I just think God got our pussies
mixed up when he was handing them out.

Miss Squires competes in those female bodybuilding contests and she
has a bunch of trophies and medals and certificates in her office.
Sometimes before a contest she'll have a little `Posing Party' after
school for a few of us girls, and she'll turn up the music real loud
and come out in her thong bikini and do her routine so we can see it
and tell her if something looks wrong. One time Miss Squires had a
Posing Party for just me, Jenny Hart, and Miss Holsum, the school
nurse, who is also Miss Squires' best friend and her roommate. She
didn't wear a thong bikini that time, and me and Jenny got to oil her
up before she started posing. In fact we had so much fun oiling up
Miss Squires that Miss Holsum wanted us to oil her up too, so we did.
And then they oiled me up and then we all did Jenny too. It was a lot
of fun and we all posed and pretended we were bodybuilders like Miss
Squires.

But I'll tell that story some other time. Right now I want to think
about the time I got invited to go to cheerleader camp. This was last
autumn, about a month before cheerleading tryouts for sophomores.
Since freshman can't be cheerleaders I'd been waiting a whole year for
this. Miss Squires came by my locker at the end of gym class to talk
to me. It was still warm outside, we were having a real Indian summer,
and we'd been playing Lacrosse for an hour, so all I wanted was a nice
hot shower. I was just starting to undress when Miss Squires came by
and sat down right behind me.

I wasn't nervous because Miss Squires was always real nice to me, but
I did wonder what she was doing. I stopped undressing and looked at
her and said, "Yes Mistress?"

She chuckled and looked around, but the only other person close was
Gloria Perkins and she's so fat she was sitting on the floor trying to
get her socks off but her hands wouldn't reach her toes. "You only
have to call me that after school, not in school, okay?" I nodded and
felt my face turning red because I'd forgotten. Sometimes I think that
just being close to Miss Squires makes me forget lots of stuff, but I
can't remember what.

I started undressing again, because I really wanted a shower and the
bell was going to ring in 10 minutes. Miss Squires watched me kick off
my shoes and take off my socks, and then my shorts and t-shirt. She
told me to turn around and I did, so that I faced away from her. "Take
off your panties without bending your knees." She said. "I want to see
how...uh...limber you are."

"Yes Mis...Ma'am" I replied and bent over slowly at the waist, feeling
her eyes on my pert round butt as I did what she wanted. I hooked my
thumbs in my panties and dragged them down my legs, enjoying that
little clinging sensation as the part that was wedged a fraction in my
butt crack stuck for a second and then came loose, exposing my rosebud
anus and then my smooth sex to Miss Squires' gaze.

"Wider." She whispered and I complied, spreading my legs slightly and
continuing with my slow reach for my toes. As my hands pushed my
panties below my knees I peeked at her between my legs, seeing her
eyes were focused a little farther up. I felt a little shiver and my
tight butt clenched a little tighter and Miss Squires laughed at me
when she caught me looking at her. "You bad girl! Get those panties
off, I need to talk to you." So I pushed them all the way down and
straightened back up, stepping out of them as they lay on the floor.
"The bra too, Amy." She reminded me and I twisted my sports bra off,
over my head and dropped it on top of my underwear.

"That's more like it." Miss Squires looked me up and down. I was
sweaty and naked and a little dizzy from having bent over for so long.
"You're going out for the JV Cheerleading squad this year, right?" I
told her I was, yeah. "Well, I'd love..." She rubbed the inside of my
left thigh lightly with her fingertips, "to see you make the squad,
but I have to be fair. There's 22 girls competing for 6 spots and that
isn't very many. Being the coach, I have to pick the best for the
team, not my personal favorite people." She reached up and flicked my
left nipple casually. "Now I know you've got potential but you need
practice, you need some coaching to build your confidence and give you
the edge during tryouts. That's why I'm starting a little cheerleader
camp and inviting only those girls I really want to see make the
squad, but worry that they won't." She stood up and her hand touched
my cheek. "Like you, Amy."

I didn't know what to say. Finding out that I might not make the
junior varsity cheerleading squad was like finding out that Christmas
might be cancelled. I thought it was a sure thing! "I'll do it!" I
said, without a moment's hesitation.

"Good!" Miss Squires smiled at me. "I knew you would. Miss Holsum will
be helping me and I know she's going to be so happy when I tell her
you'll be there with us!" Miss Squires went on explaining all the
details and the one hitch was getting my parents to give their
consent. It was going to a 4-day long camp and I'd miss school on two
of those. This wasn't going to be easy.

The bell rang and I was still standing there, naked and hot and
sweaty. Miss Squires laughed and slapped my butt playfully, "Better
get dressed Amy, you have 5 minutes to get to your next class!" I was
going to be dirty all day long. She picked up my panties off the
floor, damp from an hour of hard exercise, and held them to her nose,
inhaling deeply. "You smell fine, Amy, don't worry." Miss Squires
said, and handed me my underwear before she walked off, leaving me to
dress as fast as I could.

=-=-=

I spent the next week trying to convince my parents to let me go. My
daddy said it was okay, if it made me happy and I could make up the
two lost days by getting my reading and homework assignments ahead of
time and doing them at cheerleading camp. But my mother absolutely
refused. She told me that missing school just so I could dance around
in front of a bunch of people in my panties wasn't her idea of a good
education. Especially when she found out Miss Squires was the one who
would be running it.

"That woman is a bad influence!" she'd say at the dinner table. "I
don't know why the school hired her in the first place! She looks like
a man and what kind of example is that for the girls?" My Daddy would
nod and roll his eyes at me when mother wasn't looking. "What kind of
example is she for our little Amy?"

"Well, she's certainly uh, healthy." My daddy would say. "Kind of
strict too, from what I understand."

"Yeah Daddy, Miss Squires is real strict sometimes." I said, thinking
about the time she'd given my bare bottom 10 good strokes with her
paddle for running in the locker room. "But she can be nice too, I
like her." And then I was remembering how afterwards she'd rubbed my
sore bottom all over with lotion until it didn't hurt anymore, just
felt really warm and good, even when she pushed her finger in my butt.

"I've known that woman since I went to Virgin Mary's and she was never
nice!" I looked at my mother a little shocked when she said that. I
hadn't known that she and Miss Squires had gone to school together.

"You went to school with Miss Squires?" I asked. "I didn't know she
was that old!" My Daddy laughed but choked it off when he saw my
mother turn around. She looked kind of mad. "I mean, not old...Just, uh,
older. I guess." I really didn't mean it the way it sounded. My mom is
only 31; I was born while she was still going to Virgin Mary's and she
and my Daddy didn't get married until I was almost four, when mother
graduated a year behind. I know my Daddy isn't my real Daddy,
physically I mean. It was somebody else's sperm that made me, but
mother never told me who. As far as I know she never told anybody who
my sperm daddy was. Sometimes that bothers me, but not very much,
because I love my Daddy more than anybody else in the whole world,
even my mother sometimes, and I know he loves me too.

"Brenda was a freshman the year I graduated." I did the math in my
head and figured that would make Miss Squires about... I frowned because
numbers get a little mixed up sometimes if I don't have some paper to
write them on. "She's 26 now, or maybe 27, but it doesn't matter. The
point is that Brenda Squires isn't a woman I want teaching my daughter
anything and I don't want you spending too much time with her. The
next time the PTA gets together I'm going to have some things to say,
you can bet the farm on that!"

So that conversation was over, I knew. My Daddy just shrugged and
squeezed my thigh under the table. I know he wanted to fight for me,
but there are some fights you just can't win, we'd both been around my
mother long enough to know that. I didn't blame him for not trying
harder. I rubbed his hand a little bit on top of my thigh so he'd know
it was okay.

Later that night, when daddy came into my room to tuck me in like he
always does, I asked him about my mother and Miss Squires.

"Well honey, I don't really know. I went to school over in Silverdale
and didn't really know anybody from Virgin Mary's, except your
mother." He was sitting on my bed and stroking my hair. "She was so
pretty then, almost as pretty as you." He smiled and rubbed a finger
down my nose, tickling me so I laughed.

"She's still pretty, Daddy. Everybody says so!" And they did too. My
mother looked more like my big sister than my mom. Her hair was more
strawberry blonde than mine though, and cut shorter. But her heart
shaped face and blue eyes, even her lips that kind of pouted all the
time, were all reflected in me. She hadn't put on any weight either,
like a lot of mom's I knew. Maybe having a little baby like me when
she was just 16 helped, because I bet mother only weighed about 100lbs
soaking wet. She was really narrow in the hips, almost boyish, but her
boobs were big and firm, like I wanted mine to be. I tried her bra on
once, when she was out getting groceries, and those 36C cups seemed
huge compared to my little tits. I had to stuff half a roll of toilet
paper in there to make it look right! And her butt, well I've seen
guys walk into parked cars at the mall when my mother wears her real
short shorts. It is every bit as firm and pert as mine, and I'm half
her age!

"Oh yeah," daddy had to agree with a smile. "Jessica is a beautiful
woman." Then he leaned down close and put his hand on my tummy, giving
me a little kiss on the cheek. "But not as pretty as you're going to
be, Amy."

I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him close, he smelled so good
with just a lingering hint of the aftershave he used in the mornings,
and the natural manly daddy smell from working all day in his office.
"Give me a movie kiss, daddy." That was a little joke that started a
when I was little and I'd seen how people kissed in movies and on TV,
those long long kisses that I hadn't understood then. We didn't do it
very often, but I felt like it right then.

"Amy," he laughed at me. "I told you girl's and their daddy's don't
get to kiss like they do on the TV."

I was still hugging him, refusing to let go. "But we did it before!" I
protested.

"That was before, now you're..." he stopped and rubbed my tummy a little
more through the blanket. "...You're a big girl, getting all grown up."

"Please daddy? Just one?" This had become part of the `Movie Kiss
Game' too, his reluctance and my eagerness. It was a pretty fun game
and sometimes it took a long time to finish, but tonight daddy gave in
quickly.

"Okay, okay. Just one though!" he smiled down at me. "You're just like
your mother!" And then he was kissing me, softly at first. The tip of
his tongue just barely touching my lips, then a bit more, running
between them, slipping a little further inside as they parted slowly.
His hand on my tummy was moving higher, moving gently over my hidden
breasts and back down, between my legs as I spread them under the cool
sheets. His tongue entered my mouth and rubbed across my teeth and
over my gums while I wriggled my own against it. I was moaning into
his mouth and we kissed like that for a long time, our faces angled
against each other, our mouths open and hot with our wet probing
tongues. Sometimes we played in my mouth, sometimes in his, and all
the while his hands would touch and squeeze and rub my covered body in
all the right places until I was almost bouncing on the bed beneath
him. Then he'd slowly pull his mouth away, sometimes sucking my bottom
lip while I lifted my head until he let go and I'd sink back to my
pillow, sighing softly.

"You're getting to be a good kisser, Amy." Daddy smiled and licked his
lips.

"I want to be the best kisser in the whole world daddy!" I'd say and
we both laugh and he'd stroke my hair one last time before leaving and
closing the door. "Someday," I whispered to myself, "daddy isn't going
to leave." And that thought brought me a rush of heat so good I
shivered all over and pushed my stuffed bear between my thighs and
squeezed and rocked and rolled until I thought I'd wet the bed, I was
so creamy. "Someday...Soon..." I promised, listening to my mother moaning
as their bed creaked and banged against the thin wall that separated
our bedrooms. I fell asleep hoping that daddy was thinking about me.

-=-=-

The next day I had the almost unbearable task of telling Miss Squires
that my mother refused to let me attend the cheerleading camp. I put
it off until the very end of gym class and I had finished showering
and dressing and lingered outside her office, knowing I had to do it
before the bell rang, but not wanting to. Finally I knocked and went
in when she told me to enter, looking down at the floor and shuffling
my feet a little.

Miss Squires knew something was wrong right away and she told me to
sit down on the hard plastic chair in front of her big wooden desk. I
did and looked around nervously, not wanting to look at her and not
knowing exactly how to start. Miss Squires' office was big and filled
with stuff she'd collected from her bodybuilding. There was a little
trophy case that was full of gold and silver statues, mostly shaped
like naked women holding wreaths, or torches over their heads. She had
some plaques and certificates on her wall, like her college diploma in
Physical Education and another one that said she was a Massage
Therapist, whatever that meant. And she had pictures, of herself and
other women, posing for the camera in flesh colored bikinis. Their
bodies tanned and glistening with oil as they flexed, showing off
muscles that I never even knew existed. I always felt intimidated
looking at those pictures, but I didn't know why. I knew I didn't want
to look like those women when I grew up, but still...I did like looking
at them and feeling the little knot in my belly.

"Amy? What is it?" Miss Squires sat there, writing something on her
clipboard. She was wearing her too tight t-shirt and I could see her
nipples plain as day. She looked up suddenly and I jerked my eyes
someplace else, feeling a little rush of embarrassment. Miss Squires
put her clipboard down and leaned back in her chair, lacing her
fingers behind her head and stretching her t-shirt even more. I saw
the muscles in her arms seeming to swell a little and I bit my lip.
"Is it about cheerleading camp?"

I nodded and let it all come out in a rush. How my mother wouldn't let
me go and that she thought Miss Squires was a bad influence and how
mother had known Miss Squires before, in school, and said she wasn't
very nice. I told her how my mother said she was going to talk to the
PTA about Miss Squires and I felt really bad because I didn't
understand any of it!

Miss Squires listened to me and then asked me who my mother was, since
they'd never met before. I told her my mom was Jessica Welch and Miss
Squires thought about it for a minute.

"Jessica...Jessica..." Then she looked at me, almost as if seeing me for
the very first time and she smiled. "Jessica Tate?"

I said I guessed so, since my mother's daddy was my Grandpa Tate. I
told Miss Squires the story, since she remembered my mother from
before. I think I was hoping Miss Squires would be able to explain
things a little. Grandma Tate had run off with the circus when my
mother got pregnant, at least that's what Grandpa Tate had told me.
Mother never talked about it and my daddy never would neither. I think
the whole thing was a very sensitive issue because mother never hardly
talked about her parents or what it was like growing up, in fact I
only remember seeing Grandpa Tate once in my whole life, and that was
when I was about 9 and I remember Grandpa Tate had wanted me to sit
with him in his rocking chair, but mother wouldn't let me. She made me
sit with her way on the other side of the porch. I asked Grandpa Tate
were Grandma Tate was and he laughed and said, "She joined the circus
honey, run off and joined the circus." But mother didn't think it was
funny at all and she told Grandpa Tate she never wanted to see him
again in her whole life and if he tried to see us again she was going
to tell the police. I felt bad for Grandpa Tate and I could tell he
felt bad too when he left our front porch and never came back.

When I finished telling that story, Miss Squires just shook her head
and got up so she could get close to me, pulling me to her stomach and
hugging me as I sat there. It did feel good all of a sudden, being
hugged, and I hugged her back. "Oh baby, don't you worry about none of
that. That's all over with and you don't need to be worrying. You're
mom's just got a lot on her conscience, she always has, and sometimes
it won't let her think right." She hugged me some more, not like she
does sometimes, when I get all warm and sparkly inside, but softer,
more gently and I knew she really cared about me.

Miss Squires wrote a little note and put it in a school envelope,
writing `Jessie' on the front and licking the flap so it would stay
closed. "Just give this to your mom and make sure she reads it." I
nodded seriously and took it from her, tucking it safely into my book
bag. "I think I can persuade her to let you go. Don't you worry, Amy.
Now off you go, you're already late for your next class." She slapped
my butt and sent me on my way.

I was so happy about what Miss Squires had said that I could barely
wait to get home and give mother the letter. I didn't know what it
said and I was sorely tempted to take a peek and find out, but I
didn't want to take the chance of ruining whatever plans Miss Squires
had for getting my mother to agree.

When I got home Daddy was still at work and my mother was in the
backyard, working on her rosebushes. She spends a lot of time back
there alone and sometimes I wonder why she doesn't do things with her
friends more often. Most everybody's mom that I know is either working
or spending all their time raising babies, but of course mother
doesn't work and she only had me for a baby. So I guess she doesn't
have a whole lot to do during the day, except take care of her garden.
The whole thing seemed kind of sad and lonely, especially since I'd
been thinking so much about her and Grandpa Tate that day.

Mother looked up when I came through the gate and gave me a little
smile. That was a good sign, I thought, at least she wasn't still mad
at me for saying she was old without meaning to. Mother was always my
mother, but never really my friend, if that makes sense. Sometimes I
thought she resented me a little and I thought it was because she'd
been so young when I was born. I wondered how different she'd be if I
hadn't been, if she hadn't missed a year of school because of me, and
if Grandma Tate hadn't run off to the circus. I'd be somebody else too
then, not me at all and that thought always made me a little dizzy,
like I was trying to understand the mind of God, and I knew that had
to be a sin. So I tried not to think about it too much.

I ran over and gave her a little hug and she didn't hug me back
because she had her gardening gloves on and they were all dirty, but
she smiled and asked about my day. I told her it was fine and then I
said I had something for her and I pulled the envelope out of my book
bag and held it up.

"What's that?" She asked, taking off her gloves and putting them in
her little gardening basket. "You're not in trouble, are you?" She
looked at me sharply, like she almost always did when I brought home
something unexpected from school, as though she was always waiting for
some bad news.

"No, mother, of course not!" I shook my head and extended the envelope
out so she could take it from my fingers. "It's a note from Miss
Squires."

As soon as I said that my mother let go like it was on fire, but she
picked it up again right away, almost catching it before it even hit
the ground I think. She looked at her name `Jessie' written in Miss
Squires' neat cursive and kind of flipped it back and forth for a
minute. "You, uh, you go on in the house and get cleaned up. I'm
making some, some... roast for dinner." She sounded like she'd almost
forgotten. "Set the oven to 375." I got up, wishing she'd read it
while I was there with her and knowing she wouldn't. "And make sure
the oven's empty, take the cookie sheets out."

I sighed. "Mother!" And went into the kitchen to do as I was told. I'd
almost melted a cookie sheet once, almost 2 years ago, but she never
let me forget it.

-=-=-

Mother never did tell me what was in that note; in fact it was like
there'd never been any note at all. It just disappeared and when I
started to mention it at the dinner table to daddy, my mother shushed
me up good about talking gossip. I didn't think it was gossip, since
there was a note and we were all family, and it was about me going to
cheerleader camp anyway, but daddy gave me a warning squeeze on my
thigh and said it was not our business. And mother seemed like she was
far away, she'd even burned the roast a little, and she never did that
before.

I found that note a few months later, by accident. I wasn't trying to
find anything at all really, just looking through some of the
cookbooks in the kitchen. I was baking brownies and waiting for the
little timer on the stove to buzz, and just looking through the
cookbooks, wishing I could make some of that stuff, when the note from
Miss Squires fell out. It was still folded up and in it's envelope,
but I could tell it had been opened a whole bunch of times. The
creases were worn and frayed a little, the way they get when you fold
and unfold paper over and over again. I knew I shouldn't read it, and
the whole episode was long over and done with, but I was curious to
find out what Miss Squires had said to my mother in that first little
letter.


Dear Jessie, I've missed you! I had no idea Amy was your daughter,
although now I wonder how I could have missed it! Don't be mad at me,
what happened wasn't our fault and there's nothing to be ashamed of.
Please Jessie, meet me in my office at 7pm tomorrow night, we need to
talk. I've missed you so much and I know I should have looked for you
sooner. Let me try and make it up to you, Jessie.

Love, Brenda


The letter made a lot of sense, knowing what I knew when I found it.
But if I'd read it the day Miss Squires had given to me, I would have
only been confused. It gave me a new appreciation of the confusion my
mother must have been feeling. I wondered if my daddy had ever
suspected any of it and decided he had. My daddy is pretty smart and
he knows my mother too well to be fooled by anything very long. One of
the reasons I love him so much is because he might know something, but
he's more concerned with understanding it. That's a big difference.

Now I got a little off track, but maybe not so much. Back to that
Indian summer... The next morning my mom told me to tell Miss Squires
that she would be there, without telling me anything about where and
when that was. I supposed Miss Squires would know what that meant and
I thought about bringing up cheerleading camp, but sensed that
whatever had been in the note hadn't persuaded my mother to change her
mind quite yet.

As soon as gym class was over, before I even undressed for my shower,
I went up to Miss Squires to tell her what my mother had said. She was
standing next to the blackboard where she listed who was supposed to
do what during the week. All of us girls had to take turns
straightening the locker room, like collecting dirty towels and stuff
and putting them in the big laundry bins, and getting the fresh towels
out of the plastic they were delivered in and stacking them on the
shelves.

"Excuse me, Mistreeehhh, Miss Squires I mean." I just couldn't
remember not to call her Mistress during class. I bit my tongue and
waited patiently until she looked at me. "My mother said she be
there." I didn't have anything else to say really and Miss Squires
just nodded.

"I thought she would." Then she turned her head and yelled for Jenny,
who was just coming out of the shower and still drying herself, but
was just as eager to please Miss Squires as I ever was and she hurried
over.

Jenny didn't bother covering herself up at all, she just smiled and
said "Hi Amy." And then remembered that Miss Squires was there and
lowered her eyes. "Yes Mistress?" I giggled and Miss Squires gave me a
little frown.

"You two!" Miss Squires shook her head, "Like pees in a pod." She
reached down and stroked her fingertips across the short stubble of
dark hair growing just above my best friend's sex and then gave
Jenny's clit a little pinch, making her wince. "Pees in a pod." Miss
Squires repeated. "Jenny, I want you here tonight at 6:30 sharp, I
have a special job for you. Okay?"

"Yes Mist...Miss Squires." Jenny caught herself and nodded rapidly.

"And shave that little bush of yours too." She turned back to the
blackboard, picking up the eraser, then glanced at us. "That's all,
get going now."

We left together, going back to our lockers, which were right across
from each other. "Why does she want you to come tonight?" I asked
Jenny in a low voice. I'd started taking off my gym clothes while
Jenny finished drying her hair.

"I don't know? Maybe she wants me to watch her pose or something."
Jenny looked at my pussy. "Can I borrow your razor?"

I handed her my little pink shaver. "I don't have any cream though. So
why didn't she tell me to come too?" I felt a little pang of...

"Jealous?" Jenny laughed and spread some baby oil over the little bit
of hair growing around her sex and started shaving herself.

"No!" I said. "Does that work?"

"Baby oil? Yeah, kind of but not really, it doesn't hurt anyway." It
didn't take Jenny long to finish and I was glad because I needed a
shower, but I liked watching her too. "Thanks." She handed back my
razor and it was full of her dark little hairs, stuck in between the
shining blade and the plastic. But I didn't care. "Wanna go to the
mall on Saturday?"

I put my razor away and nodded my head. "Yeah, okay....Just call me
tonight."

"Okay. If I'm not all tied up or something!" Jenny laughed and I
thought about the time Miss Squires and Miss Holsum had tied her and I
both up and I felt a little warm all over, but mostly I felt jealous.
Why would Miss Squires tell Jenny to come and not me?

A little interlude about Jenny =====>

Jenny is my very best friend in the whole world and has been ever
since we were in the 6th Grade together at Our Lady of Lourdes. We
were like sisters almost, sometimes, and other times we hardly even
talked. But not because we were mad at each other or anything, just
that we didn't have to. Neither of us had one of those clingy kind of
personalities, I think. We just did our own things and were happy that
we had one another for a special friend when we needed one.

We don't look like sisters though. Jenny is 15 too, but shorter and
more petite. Except for her boobs. She was an early bloomer and
already had to wear a training bra in 5th grade, by the 6th grade when
I met her, she was wearing a regular bra. I was a little jealous but
Jenny wasn't really happy either, she felt like everyone was staring
at her all the time. I guess it wasn't easy being the only girl in
school with big boobs, but now I could sympathize as I showered and
washed my own seemingly flat chest. I felt like the only girl in
school with no boobs.

Anyway, Jenny is really pretty in a strange sort of way, with her
mostly straight black hair that she likes to curl at the ends so she
looks like a gypsy, and her eyes are dark, like charcoal almost and
kind of almond shaped, as though she were from the orient. She has
really light skin too, like she was dipped in milk and it never washed
off, and the contrast is a little startling sometimes, especially to
people who see her for the first time. Where I have a kind of innocent
girl-next-door beauty, as my daddy tells me, Jenny is like the kind of
exotic beauty that you'd never expect to find except in a magazine or
on the TV. Like I said before, I am just about the prettiest girl in
school, but not quite. Not when Jenny is around.

But that's alright too. She is my best friend and I love the way she
looks. I wouldn't change her for anything. The other thing about Jenny
is that she doesn't like boys. She never has and she says she never
will. That was how we became friends in the first place. On
Valentine's Day that year I remember getting the cheap store bought
valentine cards and little bits of candy from all my classmates, but
in my desk, when I lifted the top after lunch, I found a bigger one.
It was really nice and looked expensive, and it smelled like lilacs,
with white lace around a soft red velvet heart. On the inside it said
"Dear Amy, I love you with all my heart, and I hope you will love me
too. I want to spend every minute with you and be more than just best
friends can be. Love forever, Jenny"

My best friend Jenny had a crush on me. As soon as I read it I thought
about all the times she'd touched me, for no other reason than to do
it. How she'd sit close to me on the bus, or on the bleachers at
school, so that our legs were touching when there was plenty of room
not to. How Jenny wrote my name in her notebooks and gave me little
presents, like the blue ribbon for my hair that I was wearing. I
remembered how she'd kissed me once, when we were playing around and
wrestling on the floor in her bedroom and she ended up on top of me
and just kissed me on the lips. Then she'd laughed like it was a joke
and gotten up. I started remembering and it seemed like every little
thing took on some new and wonderful significance.

After school that day she ran up to me in the line waiting for our
school bus and said "Hi!" like everything was the same. That is how
Jenny deals with stuff, she doesn't worry, she just does it and trusts
that some great and good force in the universe will make it all okay.
And the weird part is that it seems to work. I wasn't mad at her at
all. I wasn't ashamed or scared or even confused. I felt crystal clear
that Jenny loved me and I loved her too, so it was okay. I said "Hi!"
back and she grabbed my hand and said we should walk home, and so we
did. A long slow walk over fields with little clumps of snow here and
there, but we weren't cold. We just talked all the way back to her
house, which was a couple blocks closer than mine. And when we went
inside, so Jenny could make hot chocolate and I could call my mother
and ask if I could spend the night at Jenny's, it was warm and felt
like we were inside a big valentine heart, all lace and velvet and
smelling of lilacs.

When we kissed the first time it was so soft I thought I was imagining
it, like sharing a secret whispered in moonlight. Her lips were the
first I'd ever tasted and I never wanted to stop. When we dared touch
our tongues I thought I'd left this world and gone to heaven. I...well,
I won't say anymore because I could talk about Jenny and our first
time all year long. I'm sure I'll be talking about her enough as time
goes by anyway, she's a part of me and always there, in everything
that happens it seems. I need to finish one story before I start
another.

Back to my story =====>

I couldn't help but wonder what Miss Squires had wanted Jenny for that
night. She wasn't just my best friend, she was my girlfriend too, even
though I'd do stuff with other people. And she'd found out that Julie
Evans, who was like her 3rd cousin on her mother's side, was like
Jenny because she only liked girls and she was 17 already, so Jenny
spent most of that summer with Julie. But all the same, Jenny and I
were close and still spent a lot of time together. When Miss Squires
had started teaching at the Virgin Mary's she seemed to know right
away that Jenny and I were lovers. I don't know how she could tell, we
didn't really try to hide it, but we never did anything around school
either. Except maybe hold hands sometimes, or make eyes at each other
during Wednesday Mass, but that was mostly because we were bored and
wanted to make each other giggle and get in trouble with the Sisters.

Back when I was a freshman, Miss Squires called me into her office one
day; just a week or so after classes had started, and told me that she
knew I'd been having sex with Jenny. I tried to deny it at first, but
she told me that Jenny had told her everything. She told me that I
deserved a spanking for lying to her about something so serious and
that was the first time she'd bared my bottom and punished me. I found
myself enjoying it, not because it hurt so much, but because she made
me feel so good while she was doing it. My body burned inside and out
as she swatted me with her paddle, bent over her knees and begging for
more. Miss Squires wouldn't stop until I'd convinced her that it
wasn't a punishment anymore, but a reward, and somehow I found myself
believing that was true. She let me cum on her fingers as she slapped
my ass harder and harder and when I'd finally convinced her that I was
enjoying it too much, she stopped and that made it worse. I went down
on my knees for her then and sucked her clit and fingered her moist
hole while she explained her rules and made me her `little pussy
slave'. When she came for me, flooding my mouth, it made me cum too,
just knowing I'd pleased her so much.

Later I spoke with Jenny, and asked her why she'd told Miss Squires
about us. But Jenny said Miss Squires had told her that it had been me
who'd told Miss Squires about Jenny and I. That Miss Squires had
punished Jenny and made her cum while she was doing it, that Jenny had
promised to call her Mistress when they were alone, and serve Miss
Squires any way that she wanted. It was exactly as I had experienced
and I giggled as I told her my same story. Jenny and I hugged and
called each other "Little Pussy Slaves" until we were naked in my bed
and much too busy for talking. But after that it was never really the
same for us, because Jenny was a real lesbian deep down in her heart,
like Miss Squires is, and I'm not. I'm only bisexual at best and I
enjoy being with boys just as much as with girls. So it was only
natural that Jenny would gradually be pulled a little closer to Miss
Squires than me, like she'd been with Julie during summer vacation,
that there would be a deeper meaning than what I could fathom. It
bothered me, but only a little, mostly I was just so happy all the
time, for all of us.

Still, I did want to know what was going on! If curiosity really
killed the cat, well, that's why God gave it 9 lives, right? Daddy was
still at work when my mother told me that she was going to visit a
sick friend that night and I knew it was my chance to sneak out and do
a little friendly spying. I told Mother I was going to meet some
friends at the library and asked her if she could drop me off. The
library is only about 3 blocks from school and I knew she wouldn't say
no, she just asked how I was getting home and I told her I could catch
a ride with a friend. She had made a casserole for daddy and me, but
since I was going out too, mother told me to write a note for him and
he could eat that, or order pizza or something. She was acting a
little weird, usually making sure we all sat down as a family for
dinner was a big deal for her.

Mother really dressed nice for just going to visit someone in the
hospital too. She wore her tight red skirt that isn't quite a mini,
but does come up to just above the knee and has a slit up the side so
I could see the tops of her black stockings. They were her good pair
too, the kind that need a garter belt to hold them up and have lace
roses all along the seam in the backs, and around the tops. She wore a
black silk blouse that I thought was brand new, but I wasn't sure and
had combed her hair straight back and pinned it in a tight round knot
so that it looked dark, not blonde at all. And her face was made up,
with eyeliner and blush and lipstick to match her fingernails, which
matched exactly the color of her skirt. She walked into the dining
room, with her 3" stiletto heels click-clacking on the hardwood floor,
and it was amazing. I don't think I'd ever seen her look so sexy. I
mean she looked pretty good whatever she was wearing, but this outfit
was pretty hot. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought she was
going out on a date or something.

"Wow! You look great!" I said, mostly because I couldn't help it. She
was getting her wallet and keys and compact and stuff from her purse
and putting it into a little red clutch.

"Thank you, Amy." She replied without looking at me. I'm not sure but
I think maybe she was a little embarrassed with how she looked.

"That must be some friend." I added, finding something new to be
curious about. I was almost forgetting about my interest in finding
out what Jenny was up to, thinking maybe I should spy on my mother
instead. What if she really was cheating on daddy with another man?
Just the thought kind of burned me up a little inside and I tried to
push it out.

"Just an old...uh, girlfriend...I haven't seen her in a long time. That's
all." She shrugged and looked at me. "Did you leave your father a
note?"

"Yep." I pointed to it and we left the house about 20 minutes before
seven. I was hoping I wouldn't miss anything, since Miss Squires had
told Jenny to be there at 6:30, but I figured whatever was going on
would still be going on by the time I arrived.

We rode in silence and as soon as mother dropped me off and drove away
from the curb I was headed the other way, cutting through a couple
alleys towards the school. It was only a few blocks and I wasn't even
breathing hard when I checked the gymnasium door and found it open. It
was quiet and dark inside and I made my way slowly to the stairs and
down to the hallway where the locker rooms are. I passed the boy's
locker room, unable to resist the urge to push the door open and peek
inside, but it was pitch black. I'd been in that locker room a couple
times before and I stifled a giggle at the memories. I had business to
attend to.

I pushed open the girl's locker room door and blinked at the bright
lights. Somebody was definitely home here, I thought, and I crept
carefully inside and around the rows of lockers trying to hear if
anyone was there. I came to the last row, just peering around it with
my head and I could see the door to Miss Squires' office was open and
her lights were on too. As I moved a little farther I could see her
sitting at her desk, writing something on her clipboard it looked
like, but there was no sign of Jenny.

The last row has lockers on both the left and right sides, but the
right side is where the coach's office is and there's a big gap
between locker #127 and #128 for the doorway. The lockers are pretty
big, not really wide, but tall and deep, about 6 feet by 3 feet maybe.
They were big enough that one of the favorite school pranks was to
stuff a girl in one and close the door. It happened to me once, just
as it had to nearly every new freshman at one time or another. Of
course the joke was that you weren't really trapped, you could open it
from the inside by grabbing the little metal rod and pulling up on it.
The lockers also had narrow little vents cut into them just about at
eye level for me and this gave me a great idea. The 6th locker from
the end had a pretty good view of the office and I knew it was empty.
The girl who'd had it transferred right after school started and
nobody else had taken it. If I could get inside it and close the door
I could see everything that went on in Miss Squires' office without
her even suspecting I was there.

Of course Miss Squires had a great view of that particular locker too,
she was sure to notice me. I glanced up at the big wall clock above
Miss Squire's desk and it was almost ten after seven, it looked like
whatever she had wanted Jenny for had already been done anyway. I
hadn't seen or heard anything except for Miss Squires working in her
office. I was ready to give up and just go back to the library...Or
maybe to the hospital? That thought was in my mind too...When I heard
the faint sound of the locker room door opening and someone's hard
shoes echoing on the tiled floor. I jerked my head back as Miss
Squires looked up and I didn't think she'd seen me. But I was looking
over my shoulder too, wondering if that new someone would come the
same way I had and catch me spying, or go the other way around the
lockers and miss me completely. I felt my heart beating fast and I
didn't know where to go or what to do.

I caught sight of Miss Squires then, bending down so her head was
below the desk. I figured she'd dropped something and I moved as quick
as I could, hoping against hope that she wouldn't sit back up right
away and catch me! I went to the locker and opened it, cringing at the
unmistakable sound but hoping that if Miss Squires heard it she'd
assume it was Jenny, or whoever was coming in. I squeezed myself in
sideways and closed the door, just as Miss Squires sat back up, not
looking suspicious at all, and I breathed a sigh of relief and made
the sign of the cross in my head, because I figured God had been
watching over me extra close just then.

I was a bare 6 feet from Miss Squires' office door and maybe 10 feet
beyond that her desk, watching with a perfect view through the vents
in the locker when I felt my sigh of relief catch on something deep in
my chest. I watched confused as the unmistakable form of my mother
walked into view, dressed to the nines, with her heels click-clacking
all the way into Miss Squires' office. What was she doing here? I
asked myself. I didn't understand what was going on at all.

"Jessie, hi!" Miss Squires said warmly. "I'm so glad you came, sit
down." Miss Squires didn't get up, but she looked like she wanted to.
"You...You look great."

But mother didn't sit down, she tilted her hips so the skirt tightened
around her butt, and crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm here,
Brenda, just say what you want to say. Don't play with me."

"Don't play with you? Jessie..." Miss Squires sounded different than I'd
ever heard her in gym class. She sounded a little hurt maybe. "I've
never stopped thinking about you, about what we shared and..."

"Stop." My mother's voice was soft. "I don't want to hear it. We
didn't share anything, Brenda. You used me! You used my friendship
to...to..."

"To love you, Jessie?" Miss Squires' voice was soft too.

"No. I don't believe that." My mother pointed a finger at Miss Squires
and her voice became strong again. "And now you're using Amy, I know
you are. You'll hurt her just like you hurt me!"

I was shocked to hear my mother speaking my name and I didn't know
what she meant. Miss Squires would hurt me? Hurt me how? Like when she
spanks me or something else? Emotionally? Did my mother think I was in
love with Miss Squires and I'd kill myself if she didn't love me back?
How had she hurt my mother? My head was filling with questions, and
every question made me think of another one until I thought I'd burst!

"No, Jessie. I'd never hurt Amy. And I'd never hurt you. That wasn't
me remember? That was your sick father. Remember that?" Miss Squires
sounded desperate, as if she were pleading with my mother for
something, but I didn't know what.

"Shut up! Shut up, Brenda!" My mother was close to crying, I could
hear her voice trembling and I was almost ready to jump out of that
locker and grab her, to take her away. I didn't know what they were
talking about, but I loved my mother and couldn't bear to see her hurt
like that.

"I won't shut up! We weren't doing anything wrong, Jessie. We were
just kids fooling around. I loved you! Your father was wrong Jessie.
Wrong to be angry and wrong to think he could `cure' you." Miss
Squires emphasized the word cure like it was a joke, but I didn't get
it.

"It was your fault he did it. Your fault." My mother said softly. "and
mine."

"No, no no no no no!" Miss Squires pounded her desk. "He raped you,
Jessie. He grabbed you and called you a dirty dyke and said he'd fuck
it right out of you. Remember that? He'd fuck that dyke shit right out
of you." She was practically yelling now. "I was there Jessie.
Remember? He raped me too."

Miss Squires said the last part so softly I had to strain to hear it.
The whole thing blew me away, just seemed to crush me inside that
tight little locker. My Grandpa Tate had raped my mother. And then
he'd raped Miss Squires because...they'd been lovers? It all washed over
me until I was drowning in it. I tried to imagine my daddy doing that
to me, to Jenny. Saying those things and then doing...that...to us. I
couldn't, I wouldn't imagine it. It was an impossible thing, like
drinking the oceans dry, or walking to the moon. Miss Squires had to
be wrong. I must have heard her wrong. Something. I wanted to explode
out of my hiding space and say "What?!? What did you say?!?" but I
didn't. I stayed where I was because I felt so cold. So alone.

They were quiet a long time before my mother said, "I remember."

"I love you Jessie. I always have. Nothing could ever change that."
Miss Squires was gentle now, speaking with warmth and tenderness and
my mother was nodding, but she wasn't crying. "I was 12 years old...and
you...you were everything to me, Jessie. Everything."

"I...I loved you too Brenda. I blamed you, but I...I loved you." My
mother's shoulders sagged. "I'm sorry, Brenda. I'm so sorry."

"I know Jessie, I'm sorry too." Miss Squires replied.

"I dressed up for...I mean I wanted to look...nice for you. I wanted...I
want..." She corrected, a little nervously, "...you to like me again.
To...love me...again." She spoke haltingly, as if she knew what she wanted
to say, but not the words.

"I do love you, Jessie." Miss Squires smiled. "And I want you...Is that
what you want?"

"I'm not...I'm not sure. I..." But my mother didn't finish her thought
before Miss Squires spoke again.

"Yes you are Jessie. You're sure...Say it for me." I was familiar with
that tone of voice, it was the one Miss Squires used when she wanted
me to play with her, to love her with my hands and mouth. I loved that
tone and the way it made me feel.

"No...I...I'm married and I should..."

"Do you remember that first time Jessie?" Miss Squires closed her
eyes.

"Yes." My mother's voice was a whisper. "I was..."

"Babysitting me. I was 11 and you were..."

"Fifteen..."

"And you brushed my hair and told me I was beautiful..." Miss Squires
touched her hair and I tried to picture it long and flowing.

"So beautiful I wished I was a boy and..."

"You could kiss me."

"Yes." My mother whispered.

"And I told you I didn't want to kiss a boy, I wanted to..."

"Kiss me."

"And you did kiss me. Jessie."

"Yes." 

Miss Squires opened her eyes again, smiling gently at my mother. "Have
you been seeing anyone, Jessie?"

My mother looked up. "No, no...After the...After I got pregnant I...I was
placed in foster care. With the...the Welch's and I...They helped me so
much Brenda. I thought, I mean I wanted to...Call you but...I didn't want
to hurt you and..."

"I know."

"I married Tom because he was so...so nice and he cared about...Amy and me
and..." My mother looked back down. "I wanted Amy to have a real...Father
and not..."

"She doesn't know?"

"No! No, of course not I...I never told her. I can't tell her
about...that."

Miss Squires nodded. "Your husband knows though."

"Yes, he...he knows everything. Even...even about...us. Before, I mean, that
we were..."

"Normal teenage girls...experimenting."

"Yes, uh..."

"But we weren't just experimenting, were we Jessie? We were making..."

"Love."

"And you haven't been with anyone else? Another woman since we..."

"No, I...I think...sometimes..."

"About who, Jessie? Who do you think about while you're lying in your
bed at night? Who do you imagine between your legs while your husband
fucks you?"

My mother didn't say anything and I wondered whom she dreamt of at
night, laying awake and unsatisfied while her husband rolled over and
fell asleep. Trying to find what she needed with him and living a life
of quiet frustration, keeping it inside her all the time. Holding part
of herself back from everyone around her, even her own daughter. When
I thought about it like that I could understand why my mother acted
like she did sometimes. But I didn't understand everything, there were
just too many new thoughts filling my head and I had too many
questions. Everything in my life was suddenly very complicated and I
wondered if this was what it was like for my mother every day of her
life.

It was quiet for a long moment and I wondered what my mother was going
to tell Miss Squires, but she didn't seem to want to say anything. So
Miss Squires tried a different approach.

"I have something for you, for us, Jessie." Miss Squires smiled, like
she was a magician about to pull not a rabbit, but a buffalo out of
her hat. She looked down without waiting for my mother's reply and
said, "You can stop that now. Come out here and meet someone special."
With that she pushed herself back and Jenny's face appeared,
glistening wet with what had to be Miss Squires' pussy juice, looking
over the desk with surprise at my mother.

"J-Jenny?" My mother said, finally finding that she needed to sit down
after all.

"Hi Mrs. Welch, yeah it's me." Jenny stood up and I could see she was
dressed in black, plastic of some sort, all polished and shining
beneath the bright fluorescent lights. She wore a corset with
demi-cups that pushed her large pale breasts out and up invitingly. It
clung to her tiny waist and I wondered how she could possibly draw a
breath into her body. Her arms were pulled back behind her and I
didn't notice until she turned slightly that she wore skintight gloves
that reached above her elbows and were chained together behind her
back. A similar pair of boots, black PVC that fit her perfectly from
the tips of her toes to the tops of her thighs, completed Jenny's
attire and the entire effect, combined with her raven black hair and
milk white skin was truly breathtaking.

"Mrs. Welch? No need to be so formal here, Jenny. Just call her
Jessie. I'm sure she'd like that a lot." Miss Squires was stroking
Jenny's head like she was a faithful pet. "Wouldn't you Jessie? Have
you ever seen anything so...exquisite?"

"W-what are you doing here?" My mother's voice quivered.

"Why don't you show her, Jenny? Show Jessie exactly what it is that
you're doing here." Miss Squires commanded and Jenny immediately moved
around and knelt in front of the chair where my mother sat,
obstructing my view, but I knew what she was doing anyway.

"Yes Mistress," Jenny's voice was dripping with desire. "I'd love to."

Miss Squires came around her desk and I saw she was naked below her
t-shirt. Her pussy lips were puffy and hanging down between her
powerful thighs. She looked like she'd oiled her body and her muscles
were taut and supple as she moved. I licked my lips wishing I could
love her right then, knowing exactly how her pungent tangy cunt would
taste beneath my hungry tongue.

"Spread your legs Jessie, that's it." Miss Squires spoke softly,
encouraging my mother to let her daughter's best friend go down on
her. "Pull your panties down, Jessie. Poor Jenny just can't seem to
manage."

My mother moved, apparently doing as Miss Squires suggested and she
was rewarded immediately as Jenny began lapping eagerly at her exposed
sex. I wished I could see it, Jenny eating my mother out was like the
strangest thing imaginable to me. I would never in a gazillion years
have dreamt it would be happening right in front of me.

"Jenny told me how she's fantasized about you, Jessie." Miss Squires
spoke as she sat down on her desk in front of my mother, spreading her
legs wide. "Ever since she met Amy, she's thought about you." Miss
Squires started playing with her cunt. "Did you know she and Amy are
lovers?"

"What? No, I...Ohhhh...." Her reply fell into a soft moan of pleasure and
I imagined Jenny finding my mother's swollen clit and pinching it
between her lips, the way she'd done so often with mine.

"Little Jenny likes to pretend she's with you." Miss Squires
continued, pausing to suck her fingers a moment. "While she fucks Amy.
Don't you Jenny?"

I heard a muffled reply of "Yes Mistress." And then my mother was
moaning again and I could see her fingers entangled in Jenny's black
hair, pulling the girl hard against her cunt.

"I bet you think about Jenny too, don't you Jessie?" Miss Squires was
fucking herself slowly with two fingers now. "I bet you love to watch
her when she comes over, staring at her and dreaming of making her
lick your hot cunt."

"Ohhh yessss...." My mother breathed, rocking her hips and urging Jenny
to lick her deeper. "I'm almost...ahhhlmost there..."

The sound of Jenny's mouth on my mother's pussy filled the locker
room, sweet smacking slurps and sucks and it was driving me crazy
because I couldn't reach my own aching clitty. I could only squeeze my
thighs together and feel my heart pounding in my chest. Knowing that
Jenny and my mother had lusted after each other for so many years,
without ever knowing about each other, was making me crazy. I thought
of all the times my mother had driven us to the pool and made some
excuse about coming into changing room while Jenny put on her bathing
suit, or when we watched TV in my room, laying together in just our
panties and my mother would knock and open the door just a crack, just
enough to see her, and ask if we were okay. So innocent before, but
now I knew my mother wanted her. As much or even more than I did, my
mother wanted to love Jenny.

"Ohhhh my God.... Jennnny!" My mother was cumming hard on Jenny's pretty
mouth and loving every second of it. So was I, and so was Miss
Squires. Her fingers were a blur as she rubbed her pussy, moaning
softly and staring at my mother's face as her orgasm rushed through
her.

I watched Miss Squires lift Jenny roughly up by her hair and pull the
girl's mouth to her cunt. "Hurry Jenny, come on! Lick me girl!!" Miss
Squires too was just about to cum and she wanted Jenny to bring her
there. She held my friend's head in her hands and rocked her hips
violently, fucking herself on Jenny's face until Miss Squires let out
a high pitched cry of pleasure and her muscles seemed to ripple with
tension before relaxing completely. She held Jenny's mouth against her
for a few minutes, breathing hard as her teenaged lover sucked and
swallowed every bit of Miss Squires' cum that she could find.

"Ohhh...oh yes Jenny...My sweet little pussy slave." Miss Squires pulled
her up and kissed Jenny hard, forcing her tongue deep in Jenny's sweet
mouth and grabbing her ass in both hands, pulling the girl into a
close embrace. "Didn't I say I'd make it up to you, Jessie?" Miss
Squires rested her chin on Jenny's shoulder, smiling down at my
mother.

My mother laughed and sighed breathlessly. "Yes you did, Brenda. Oh my
God, you did."

Miss Squires pushed Jenny away saying, "Go get the dominator, Jenny."
She stood up in front of my mother as Jenny hurried behind the desk,
evidently opening a drawer with her teeth as she disappeared
momentarily. "I have something else for you Jessie, something you're
going to love." Miss Squires pulled off her t-shirt, exposing her taut
breasts with their hard dark nipples sticking out a half-inch or more.
Her abs were ripped and shiny with sweat and oil. I never thought I'd
seen anything so sexy in my life as Miss Squires seemed to flex with
every movement of her sculpted body.

Jenny emerged from behind the desk, standing a little awkwardly with a
huge black dildo barely caught between her widespread jaws. It had
straps dangling from the base, which was wide and slightly molded to
fit a woman's pelvis. When Miss Squires took it from Jenny's mouth and
held it up my mother groaned. It had to be 12" long and as big around
as a soda can.

"Jessie, meet the Dominator." Miss Squires chuckled as she began
strapping it around her waist. "Jenny loves it, don't you little pussy
slave?"

"Oh yes Mistress." Jenny replied. "I do." She sounded kind of dreamy
and I tried to imagine her little twat getting hammered by that
monster.

"Touch it, Jessie. Kiss it for me." Miss Squires commanded and I
stared as my mother leaned forward, taking the huge phallus in her
hands and then kissing it on the tip. "That's it Jessie, get it nice
and wet...Mmmm...help her out Jenny, help Jessie get me ready for her."

And Jenny did, bending over so I could see her shiny pink pussy from
behind. The sound of her and my mother licking and sucking Miss
Squires' fake cock filled the room and I could picture their mouths
side by side, their tongues working across each other as they worked
to get it wet.

Finally Miss Squires had waited long enough, she pushed them back so
she could stand up, lifting my mother out of the chair and pulling her
to bend over the desk. "Are you ready Jessie?" She asked softly and my
mother moaned in reply. Miss Squires rubbed my mother's ass through
her skirt, which was pulled down to cover her as she lay on her
stomach, legs spread with her feet flat on the floor. "Here it comes,
Jessie."

I had a perfect view as Miss Squires pulled my mother's skirt up
around her hips, exposing her creamy white thighs above her stockings
and the light brown fur that did nothing to cover her glistening cunt.
Miss Squires rubbed the head up and down my mother's slit for a
moment, teasing her and telling my mother to beg for it.

"Yesss Brenda...Fuck me...Fuck me with it...Put it in me now...Please!" My
mother's voice trembled with desire and Miss Squires didn't make her
wait any longer than necessary. She braced herself and adjusted the
thick bulbous head and started pushing the huge dildo into my mother's
pussy. "Ohhhh...God it's too big! ...Oh my god...Brenda!" My mother was
almost screaming, but she didn't want Miss Squires to stop, that was
plain as day. She was trying to push herself back on it even as Miss
Squires lifted one leg to perch her foot on the desk and get more
leverage before thrusting forward with a loud grunt of approval. I
watched mesmerized as inch by inch that big black cock sank deeper in
my mother's dripping cunt.

Jenny moved around to the other side, unbidden by naught but her own
feverish desires, and began kissing my mother, nibbling at her neck
and ear until my mother turned her face and let Jenny push her
wriggling tongue between her lips. I watched my mother suck it hard,
like a little pink cock while Miss Squires dug her fingers into my
mother's hips and rammed the dildo as deep as she could into the
burning cunt beneath her. I bit my lip and pressed my thighs
desperately together while Miss Squires held that cock unmoving in my
mother's womb, merely grinding her own pussy against the hard molded
base, groaning with pleasure and urging my mother to take her
pleasures from Jenny's mouth.

"Oh, fuck yes...Kiss that little girl Jessie, suck her tongue...That's
it...That's it..." And my mother shuddered and I could see her trying to
push back, rolling her hips as if she could screw that huge cock even
deeper into her cuntal canal. "Ohhh...You're so fucking hot, Jessie!"
Miss Squires began fucking the dildo in and out and I could see the
tightness of my mother's pussy as it stretched around the thick black
shaft, gripping and tugging at it's slow retreat.

As the domed head appeared, slipping out with a soft squishy flood of
juice, my mother moaned and lifted her head, begging for Miss Squires
to put it back. But Miss Squires ignored her and walked to where Jenny
still stood, bent over slightly and licking my mother's flushed face.

"You're arms must be tired dear, come here." Miss Squires turned Jenny
around and undid the clips that bound her wrists behind her back.
Jenny stretched her limbs a moment and then immediately thanked her
mistress, dropping to her knees to suck the phallus soaked with my
mother's juices. "Good little pussy slave." Miss Squires murmured,
stroking the side of Jenny's face with her fingers.

My mother had turned to her side, heedless of the few papers left on
Miss Squires' desk, knocking them onto the floor as she spread he legs
and fingered her pussy. I could the dull pink of her lips, swollen
with excitement and still stretched from the tool that had been inside
her a few minutes before. She clawed at her blouse, freeing her
braless breasts to the cool air and gave soft cries of pleasure. My
mother's nipples were hard and brown and beautifully erect above the
firm globe of her tits and they drew Jenny's immediate attention.

I watched my best friend give the dildo in her mouth a final soft suck
and let it fall out as she moved to take one of my mother's breasts in
each hand. She kneaded the soft fullness gently, rubbing her thumbs
across the nipples, before bending over to take one in her mouth. My
mother whispered encouragement and arched her back, cradling Jenny's
head as she feed the girl her tits. Miss Squires took a position
behind Jenny, spreading her legs and positioning the huge black cock
at the entrance of her tight little cunt. I was certain it would never
fit, regardless of what I'd heard earlier, it looked much too large
for my petite young friend.

Jenny lifted her mouth as Miss Squires pushed inside of her, taking
the teenager's hole slowly and backing out on occasion before pressing
a little deeper than before. My mother pulled Jenny's mouth back to
her own, kissing her forcefully, locking their mouths together so that
not even their low guttural moans could escape. I watched in awe as
the little pink flower of Jenny's pussy stretched and molded itself to
the monstrous cock invading her body. It wasn't long before Miss
Squires had it all the way inside Jenny's little quim and she began
fucking my friend in earnest, sawing the huge black shaft in and out
rapidly. Jenny had obviously been used like this before and she loved
it, pushing back against Miss Squires so that their bodies came
together with a soft wet slapping sound.

Jenny turned her head, staring at Miss Squires with lust filled eyes
as they fucked, only to have her mouth pulled back to my mother's
waiting cunt. Miss Squires was grunting with the effort of ramming
that cock in and out, breathing hard and slapping Jenny's snow-white
ass. She called Jenny her little cunt licker and seemed to enjoy
pushing the teenager hard against my mother, making the young girl's
body seem to jump forward with every penetration of her sex. I
listened to my best friend whimpering and crying out with unabashed
ecstasy as she began cumming hard. My mother joined her, urging Jenny
to suck her pussy harder as one delicious orgasm followed hard
another.

And I was jealous then, watching my teacher, the woman who'd so easily
seduced me into becoming one of her little pussy slaves, fucking my
best friend into what had to be the best orgasm of her young life. And
my mother, fucking Jenny's tongue, writhing passionately under my
friend's expert loving mouth. I wished it were me there instead of
her, or better yet, with her. Wearing the same beautiful clothes,
serving Mistress Squires in any way she wanted, unquestioning and
obedient, expecting punishment and being rewarded by it when received.
My cunt was screaming for attention and I could barely move in that
hot dank locker that smelled of old socks and dust. I felt as if I
were going insane and I couldn't take another second of just watching,
but of course I did. Miss Squires hadn't wanted me to be there, my
mother couldn't possibly know or I don't know what might happen, and
Jenny...I sighed...Jenny was doing as she was told, doing exactly what
Miss Squires wanted her to do, what I wanted to do.

Miss Squires let them have their cums, I think she was close again to,
her muscles rippled and I watch the tight globes of her ass tighten
beneath the wide straps of the dildo she wore. When Jenny collapsed on
the desk, exhausted from cumming so long and hard, wit her head on my
mother's thigh, Miss Squires carefully unbuckled the huge black cock,
leaving it buried to the hilt in Jenny's tight cunt. She even gave it
a little push with her hand to make sure it was all the way in so that
Jenny gave a little jolt and loud moan. Her pussy looked swollen and
red from being punished so hard, I wished I could kiss her and make
her feel better, but I'm not sure she even would have known I was
there, she looked so out of it.

As for Miss Squires she seemed like she'd hardly gotten started. I saw
her stroking her clit, which is pretty big when she's excited, about
the size of my thumb almost, like a pretty little cock. Even from
where I was watching I could see how it jutted out from the top of her
pussy while she rubbed it with her fingers. The muscles in her strong
thighs were tight and well defined, her whole body shiny with oil and
sweat. My fingers remembered her flesh, spreading the warm slippery
fluid over her body, feeling her muscles so hard and strong and still
somehow utterly feminine. Spreading the warmth over her smooth thighs,
touching and stroking and making her shiver with pleasure. Sliding my
hands up her washboard stomach to knead the firmness of her breasts,
feeling her nipples stiffen like hard little pebbles before I'd suckle
and bite and chew them red and raw. My pussy quivered at the thoughts
rushing through my little brain, wishing I could cum, just once that
night, just a little one to keep me sane.

Miss Squires crawled on the desk, knocking off those few things like
papers, folders, and a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Desk Calendar, that
hadn't already found their way to the floor. She moved in between my
mother's wide spread legs, rubbing her hands along the black silk of
mother's stockings. Jenny moved also, sitting up on the desk and
watching with lustful interest as Miss Squires lifted one of my
mother's legs into the air so it perched on Jenny's shoulder.

"Hold that for me, pussy." Miss Squires smiled and Jenny nodded
seriously. "Are you ready to fuck, Jessie? I've missed you so much."

"Ohhh yeah, Brenda...Fuck me with your cunt." My mother's voice was a
whisper as Miss Squires worked herself so that she was astride my
mothers pelvis with her own, but turned sideways to each other, with
Miss Squires kneeling and my mother with one leg over Brenda's
shoulder and the other over Miss Squires so her ass was lifted in the
air. It looked mildly uncomfortable on the hard wood of Miss Squires'
big desk, but somehow I don't think my mother noticed.

Miss Squires groaned as she began rubbing her cunt against my
mother's, hugging her leg close and working herself back and forth
gently. It was a sweet slow grind and I could only imagine Miss
Squires' hard clitoris working its way between the other woman's lips,
slipping and sliding as it nestled inside like a tiny little cock. And
mother's hard clit, smaller but no less sensitive, charged with
pleasure as it rubbed and strained against the soft folds and hard
flesh bearing down on it. They really were fucking, both them rocking
and thrusting in time with each other, mashing their cunts with
greater and greater urgency. Jenny massaged my mother's leg, bringing
the dark stocking covered foot to her mouth so she could suck the
older woman's toes.

They were all moaning loudly, sighing and groaning with pleasure. The
sound of Miss Squires grinding her pussy against my mother's was soft
and wet, as though their cunts were sucking at each other. My mother's
hands were gripping Miss Squires' thighs as she knelt there, digging
her nails into the firm muscle and this only drove them harder on. I
could see the tight strain on Miss Squires' back and her ass clenched
with the effort of working her charged clit against the humid cunt
beneath her. Little Jenny stood up on the desk so she could work my
mother's foot into her recently well-stretched teenage twat. I stared
as she worked the toes inside, tilting her hips and thrusting with her
pelvis as my mother wriggled her toes. Miss Squires encouraged her
breathlessly, telling my mother to give Jenny what she wanted, to
bring the girl off with her foot. But my mother was moving by instinct
now as she screamed out her orgasm, bucking beneath Miss Squires so
that the younger woman had to hold on tightly and use her powerful
body to keep their cunts enmeshed.

Jenny too was cumming, riding my mother's jerking leg and giving soft
little yelps like a puppy as she jammed my mother's foot halfway
inside her cunt, twisting and rocking her body on the unfamiliar shape
and size. I watch my friend arch her back as her knees slowly gave
way, letting my mother's toes slip wetly out of her as she sank back
down on the desk, cradling my mother's leg and bringing her panting
mouth to those same toes now soaked with her own cum. Jenny's tongue
swirled around the black silk encased foot, sucking loudly and
grunting like a little piglet as she feasted.

Miss Squires in the meanwhile shook and rolled her hips, crying out
lewd obscenities as she joined Jenny and my mother in their orgasmic
bliss. She quivered and beads of sweat ran down her tight body, mixing
with the juices that overflowed from the two wanton cunts seemingly
joined permanently together. They had not been separated for a good 15
or 20 minutes by the slow ticking of the clock on the wall and who
could say how many orgasms the two women had suffered in delightful
pleasure. Only with great reluctance, both of them thoroughly spent
but only barely sated, did Miss Squires lift her body from my
mother's, laying down beside her to embrace and caress, kissing gently
and whispering words only meant for each other.

Jenny stirred lazily, watching her Mistress and my mother and her
hands moved along both women's thighs invitingly, but Miss Squires
only smiled and my mother giggled in a way I'd never heard before,
childlike and happy.

"You little nymph, stop that now!" Miss Squires scolded, trying to
sound severe and failing utterly in her evening's pleasure. "Get your
clothes on, I think Mrs. Welch would like to give you a ride home."
She kissed my mother softly on the lips. "I think you two have a lot
to talk about."

"Don't...ah...don't bother with your panties, Jenny. You won't be needing
those." My mother flushed and Jenny nodded, raising her eyebrows
impishly.

"Then let me give them to you." The 15 year old said to my mother,
giggling and then looking at Miss Squires. "If it's alright Mistress?"

"Are they clean?" Miss Squires gave my mother a teasing look.

Jenny flushed sweetly. "N-No, Mistress, I was wearing them when I, I
mean while I..." She crawled under the desk and came out with a pair of
white cotton panties, printed with tiny red hearts across the crotch.
They must have been soaked and Jenny held them up so Miss Squires
could see.

""Oh I remember, I told you to leave them on...but I don't remember
telling you to take them off, little pussy." Miss Squires looked at my
mother lying content in her strong arms. "What do you think?"

"Oh, don't punish her, Brenda." She sat up and took Jenny's panties
from the girl, holding them close to her face a moment. "They're
perfect."

I stayed in my hiding place while my mother and Jenny dressed. My
friend carefully placing her PVC outfit on a hanger made especially
for it, slipping it into Miss Squires' small closet, while my mother
folded Jenny's panties like a love note and put them in her clutch.
Mother fixed her clothes and then her makeup while she and Miss
Squires talked and waited for Jenny to put on her skirt, blouse and
socks and shoes. They were all moving slowly, coming down from a good
long hard session of girl sex, and they needed to relax. I wished I
knew what Miss Squires and my mother were talking about, but I was
still so wound up I couldn't think straight anyway. I'd had to watch
them without being able to do much more than bite my tongue and
squeeze my thighs. Life seemed so unfair!

Jenny and my mother left the locker room, walking close together and
laughing softly as they spoke in hushed voices that faded quickly
away. I watched Miss Squires, wondering when she'd get dressed as well
so I could make my escape, but she only stood there a minute, still
completely nude and gently stroking her pussy slowly.

"You can come out now, Amy." Her voice cut across the silent locker
room like a knife, straight into the pit of my stomach. I gasped and
thought she might e bluffing, that she didn't really know I'd been
hiding and watching all along. But I didn't believe that.

With some reluctance, but no small sense of relief either, I lifted
the little metal bar and pushed the door of the locker open. I hadn't
realized how hot it had been in that confined space until I felt the
cooler outside air and I took a deep breath, stretching my arms and
legs a little, and mostly wondering what Miss Squires would do. I
couldn't look at her, I felt dirty with guilt, not only from spying
but from the many revelations I'd heard and still hadn't had a chance
to really think about and try to understand.

"Come over here, Amy." Miss Squires commanded. "We need to talk I
think."

I nodded dumbly and looked at the floor as I entered Miss Squires'
office, smelling the still lingering aroma of girl sweat and sex. It
was a heady sensation and almost made me swoon. My heart was pounding
and I heard Miss Squires chuckling, asking me if I'd wet myself.
Looking down I could see a dark damp spot on the crotch of my jeans,
spreading like a stain on the insides of my thighs. I'd been so
excited in that little locker watching them, squeezing my thighs
against my creaming pussy, wishing I could cum. I felt my body burning
with embarrassment as Miss Squires stepped close, pressing the palm of
her hand between my legs and cupping my sex, squeezing it through the
wet material.

"Did you cum, Amy?" She asked me and I told her I hadn't. "Then you
need this, don't you?" She was unbuttoning my jeans, slipping her
fingers inside the waist, along the curve of my hips, electrifying me
as her hands reached to my ass, pushing my pants down so she could
grab my ass cheeks through my thin panties.

I looked up at Miss Squires, opening my mouth to apologize for spying,
to try to explain but she was kissing me then, filling me with her
tongue so that I couldn't say anything at all. My arms moved around
her, feeling her warmth and strength, squeezing her hips and moving up
and down her back with the tips of my fingers. Miss Squires slipped a
hand inside my panties so that she could slide her fingers in the
crack of my ass, moving her fingers slowly, spreading my cheeks as she
passed over my anus and further, finding my humid sex from behind. She
pulled me tight against her, so that her hard tits pressed against my
blouse and pussy rubbed along my thigh.

"Turn around." She breathed when she finally broke our kiss, putting
her hands on my shoulders and spinning me. I gave a soft sigh as Miss
Squires pulled my jeans all the way down my smooth thighs and calves,
leaving them bunched tight around my ankles. She pushed me to the desk
and I moved awkwardly, bracing myself with my hands and unable to help
pushing my ass back against her.

"A-Are you going to...Spank me, Mistress?" I whispered, trembling at the
thought, wanting her to punish me hard.

"Not this time, Amy." She laughed, "You like it too much." Miss
Squires grabbed my thin wet panties at the crotch, making a small hole
and ripping them wide open and exposing my pussy and ass. She massaged
my pussy roughly, feeling how creamy I was inside and out. My lips
were swollen and she spread them to expose the hot pink interior. "I
think you're going to like this too." Her husky voice whispered in my
ear and I moaned, thrusting my cunt back against her touch.

Miss Squires kissed the back of my neck, licking and dragging her
teeth across my smooth delicate skin. She moved so that she was bent
over with me, one hand thrust between my legs and the other wrapped
around my ribs, reaching for my breast beneath my blouse. She kept
rubbing and pinching my pussy, teasing my clit and bringing me closer
and closer to orgasm. It wasn't going to take much and I bit my lip as
she pinched my clit hard and sent me over the edge. Miss Squires held
me tight and she clawed at my tits, pinching one of my nipples hard,
twisting it as I spilled my cum all over her fingers.

"That's just the beginning." She teased and even while I still
shuddered weak-kneed with pleasure, Miss Squires knelt behind me,
spreading my ass with her fingers and pressing her mouth to my pussy.
I was bent as low as I could get, my legs straining to widen against
the bonds of my jeans caught around my ankles. I was humping backwards
against Miss Squires' devilish tongue as it worked across my quivering
cunt. Juices ran down my legs and even more into Miss Squires' mouth
as she began tongue fucking me, stabbing her hard pink tongue deep
inside my pussy, wriggling and tickling me, pausing only to suck my
labia between her lips. She was driving me insane with it and the wet
sounds of her sucking me off filled my ears.

She brought me off again, so quickly it took me by surprise and I
squeezed my thighs against Miss Squires' face, begging and pleading
with a high-pitched voice not to stop, to never stop doing what she
was doing to me. When it passed and I could relax enough, Miss Squires
pulled her flushed face from between my legs, breathing hard and
licking her lips. I looked back at her, seeing my wetness covering her
cheeks and lips and even her nose and chin.

"You're so sweet, Amy. So delicious!" She bent her mouth to me again a
moment, as if she couldn't get enough. "You have the sweetest cunt
I've ever had, girl." She pushed a finger inside me. "So hot and
tight...I love your pussy." I moaned and told her I loved her too and
she laughed lightly. "Of course you do. That's why you're so special,
Amy...So fucking sweet...You love everybody." She pushed her finger
deeper, twisting it so I stood on my tip-toes and groaned. "I bet your
ass tastes just as good too."

I gave a little yelp and then a sigh as Miss Squires pressed her mouth
to my ass, running her tongue up and down my butt crack, across my
tight anus. She twirled it around, getting it wet and fingering me all
the while. I felt her tongue pushing and I was saying "Yesss...oh yess..."
over and over, it felt so good being rimmed like that. She ate my
asshole for a good long while, pressing with her tongue, wiggling the
tip and stiffening it to find some purchase in my tight asshole. I
felt myself so relaxed, so wanting it, that Miss Squires' tongue soon
opened my virgin rosebud enough to get the tip and more inside. She
was tongue fucking my ass and it made me crazy, I had to reach back
with one hand, to grab her head and pull it harder against me. I
wanted her to fill my ass with her hot tongue.  She sucked and worked
at me, bringing me off when she pushed a second and then quickly a
third finger inside my cunt. I was cumming again!

"Now that you're nice and slippery, we can start your punishment,
young lady." Miss Squires stood behind me, licking her lips and
smiling. I squirmed with excitement at her words, spoken in mock
sternness, we both knew that anything she did to me would give us both
pleasure. I was hoping she was going to paddle my butt good, I don't
know how I had come to enjoy that so much, she'd really only spanked
me once before, but I longed for her to do it again. I needed
discipline in my life.

She reached behind the desk but it wasn't the paddle Miss Squires was
holding with unsuppressed glee, it was the Dominator, the same huge
black strap-on that she'd fucked Jenny silly with earlier. I reached
down to feel my little pussy, hot and juicy between the ragged strips
of my torn panties.

"Do you...Do you think it will fit in my little pussy?" I asked, then
hastily added "Mistress?" I'd had my mind suddenly filled with Jenny's
sweet little pussy stretching around the hard invading phallus, how
she'd shuddered and squealed with every thrust. I pinched my clit so
hard that it hurt, and I squealed myself.

Miss Squires strapped it on her hard sculpted body, looking like some
Greek goddess come to life. Her well defined muscles bulged and pushed
as if her smooth tanned skin were only barely strong enough to contain
them. I saw her veins, coursing blood and adrenaline through her body.
The taut flatness of her tummy giving way to the washboard abs
underneath and the way her breasts seemed two small mounds of hard
muscle instead of the soft fatty mammaries other women had. Her thighs
were as big around as my waist, but so supple, so well formed, like a
dancer's. I loved Miss Squires' legs. She was graceful, and powerful,
and beautiful in a way different from everyone else. I loved Miss
Squires and I wanted her to love me.

But that monstrous cock! I gulped nervously and just told myself that
if little Jenny could take it, so could I. If she had loved it, so
would I. I had braced myself for it when Miss Squires answered me,
reassuring at first. "Oh yes, little Amy, this would fit nicely in
that sweet little hole of yours." She grabbed a little plastic bottle
of something from her desk drawer and started squirting it all over
all over the gleaming black head and shaft, rubbing it slowly and
getting it all wet. "But I'm not going to fuck your pussy."

I didn't completely understand at first and Miss Squires didn't say
anything more until she walked over with the dominator swinging
menacingly back and forth between her legs. She began squirting the
cool slippery lotion on the crack of my ass, massaging it in with her
hand and spreading my cheeks so she could work it into my tight little
sphincter.

"Y-You mean you're going to...going to..." My eyes became wide as saucers
and Miss Squires laughed at me.

"Uh-huh, I'm going to fuck that pretty little ass of yours, girl." She
shoved two fingers into my now very well lubricated hole, twisting
them as she worked the lube deep inside me. It was a strange greasy
feeling, but not unpleasant, it actually warmed up nicely and even
when I involuntarily clenched my ass muscles her fingers weren't
hurting me at all. But Miss Squires had pretty small fingers compared
to the cock strapped around her waist.

"I'm really sorry, Mistress that I spiiiiiieeeed... Ohhhh!!" Miss
Squires hadn't waited for my apology, she didn't want one. As I
started speaking she put the head at the small virginal opening of my
most private place, grabbed my hips and lunged forward, instantly
stretching my unprepared ass way beyond anything I could have
imagined. It felt like someone had punched me right in the guts and I
tried to move forward, to get away from the sudden pain, but Miss
Squires held me easily, making little shushing noises and not moving
at all.

Shhhh...Just stay still, Amy. Get used to it baby, that's it. I won't
hurt you." Her voice was soft and as I stopped trying to get away she
let go of me with one hand, moving it under my blouse to rub my back.
"That's the hard part, Amy...You have to relax now...Shhhhh..." Her voice
did have a calming effect, and standing still like that helped. The
initial pain faded very quickly, becoming instead just a dull achy
kind of thing, like a little cramp, but in a different place.

"Here we go Amy...Just relax, baby, let me do all the work..." I tried my
hardest to relax, but I didn't know how. Miss Squires was pushing
against me, once more holding my hips with her strong hands and
keeping me still for her assault on my ass. It didn't hurt as bad as
when she first put it in, but I could feel it moving deeper,
stretching my body as it seemed to reach right into my guts. Miss
Squires would push hard for a moment, making me grunt and groan,
shivering with the effort of taking it, then she'd back out a little
and the relief was instant, rewarding me and feeling unbelievably
good. I began to yearn for those hard uncomfortable pushes just so I
could feel that pleasure when the pressure stopped. I started pushing
back, just a fraction, just a touch, but Miss Squires could feel the
change.

"Starting to like it, Amy?" Miss Squires gave a hard little thrust and
I moaned, digging my fingers into the hard wood of her desk. "I
haven't fucked a virgin ass in ages...And never one so perfect as yours.
So sweet and young...Ohhhh nice baby girl!" Miss Squires moaned with me
and started pushing harder with one long slow thrust.
"Almost....There...Almost..." She spoke softly, until "Ugggh...There..."

She'd driven the huge cock completely inside me, her final push making
me literally jump off the floor with shock and discomfort. My bowels
burned and I felt like I'd had a telephone pole shoved in my butt. I
found I was holding my breath and that made it worse, I exhaled loudly
and the pain dulled immediately.

"Ohhhh...Mistress..." I breathed, "...Please..." I didn't want her to move. I
was afraid if she did it would hurt again and I stood as still as I
could. Miss Squires didn't move either, except to rub my back again.

"You do it Amy, fuck yourself....Make it feel good...trust me, baby...Do
it..." She was urging me on, over and over while her gentle hands roamed
my flushed skin. I did start moving too, unable to help myself I
think, as if trying to find a more comfortable position, but instead I
found that every little motion of my body brought new pressure
someplace else. And it wasn't painful either, not in a bad way at
least, it was uncomfortable but still...I began enjoying the sensations.
I could feel the big hard cock in my ass pressing against my vaginal
walls, as though my pussy were full too, except it wasn't. It felt
strange and good and I started rocking my hips, fucking myself slowly
but surely on that great hard dildo in my ass.

Miss Squires whispered her encouragements, watching my butt move, my
hips shaking as I started working myself back and forth on the thick
shaft. I was breathing hard and moaning loudly as it really started
feeling nice. My belly was on fire now, my body stuffed full and I
loved it.

"Are you ready, Amy?" Miss Squires slid her hands down to my hips.
"Are you ready for your punishment?"

"Ohhh yessss..." I sighed. "Mistressss....oh! oh fuuuuuck!!" I cried out
as Miss Squires pulled the phallus halfway out of my ass and pushed it
back in, slowly at first, but picking up speed with every stroke. It
felt....Good...I decided. It felt weird and uncomfortable and my ass
protested as it stretched repeatedly, but it felt so fucking good
right then. Miss Squires held me, pulling me back as she pushed in and
we fucked like that for a good long time, both of us panting, our
sweaty bodies slapping together as her thighs met my ass over and
over. The cock felt so good as it slipped back and forth, moving
easily in and out of me so that Miss Squires didn't even need to hold
me anymore. She slipped her hands down to cup my breasts, cupping them
under my bra and pulled me upwards so we were standing together. The
new angle brought fresh sensations of painful awareness that I was
being fucked hard in the ass and loving every second of it. Miss
Squires bit my ear, licking my neck, and sucking at my hot skin while
we worked that dildo in and out with a vengeance. I was cumming hard,
my body almost bouncing as Miss Squires worked that cock almost
straight up and down into me. I would have fallen if she hadn't held
me, I turned my mouth to hers, needed to be kissed, to taste her
tongue with mine.

"I love you...I love you...I love you..." I said it over and over with every
ragged breath I could muster. Stopping only when her mouth found mine.
Her fingers pulled and twisted at my nipples, hurting me so that I
cried out inside her kiss. She drank my painful pleasure into her
lungs, sharing my very breath. The light was exploding behind my eyes
and I thought the rapture was upon me, I was cumming so good it was
unbearable and I think that was what brought Miss Squires off too. Her
body tightened around me and she forced her tongue to the very back of
my mouth, searching me, possessing me entirely as she came with me,
jamming the dildo in my ass and just grinding, mashing her cunt
against the base of it until neither of us could stand it.

Miss Squires moved backwards, pulling me with her as she lifted me in
her strong arms, my asshole impaled on the dildo between her legs. She
sat in the chair in front of her desk, and the little jolt drilled the
thick swell of the cockhead into new and tender places, making my
writhe with new pleasure. She pulled my back to her chest, letting me
tilt my head back until it rested on her shoulder so I could turn my
face and lick and kiss at her cheek and ear. I sat with my legs
between her widespread thighs, squeezing the cock buried in my tight
ass as Miss Squires lifted and lowered me in a steady, urgent rhythm
to match her upward thrusts. She was making me cum over and over again
with her dildo, fucking me as hard as she could. Her hips seemed to
slam into mine as she rammed herself upwards, her hands finally
ripping through the buttons of my blouse and tearing at my bra,
stripping it from me so she could massage my tits. It was a primal
animal fucking now and all I could do was groan and sob with the
intensity of it. No one had ever treated me like this, had ever used
me so thoroughly. I felt sure she was hurting me, with her hands, with
the dildo she rammed inside me, over and over, but I couldn't find it.
I couldn't feel any pain at all, everything felt so good, so
unbelievably good.

I couldn't keep track of my cums. They were too many and too fast to
be distinct, just rolling over me endlessly. My whole body was
vibrating, so wired with the effort that when Miss Chambers finally
stopped and just held me, I didn't know it. She was kissing me,
calling my name, as if I'd passed out, and maybe I had. I don't think
so, but I don't know either. One minute she was crashing into me and I
was cumming like I'd never cum before, and the next it was quiet and
still, and we she was holding me gently, kissing me and stroking my
hair. I felt so tired, just drained completely, and I felt Miss
Squires arms around me, so I put mine over hers, so we were both
hugging me.

I turned my face to look in her eyes. "I came." I whispered and Miss
Squires laughed.

"Oh, really?" She nuzzled my neck, burying her face in my hair, damp
with sweat, and nipped my flesh gently. "So did I." She said lazily.

The dildo was still buried in my ass, but I didn't mind. It didn't
hurt at all, it just filled me up with a deep warmth. I shifted on it
slightly and Miss Chambers murmured "Shhh...Don't move."

"Were you..." I started, then changed my mind, knowing the answer
already. "Why didn't you tell me you knew my mother, Mistress?"

"That was a long time ago, Amy, when I was younger than you are now."
Miss Chambers closed her eyes and opened them slowly. "I didn't know
she was your mom until yesterday."

"But why was she mad at you?" I was trying to make some sense of what
had happened earlier. "And if she was mad at you, why did she...You
know, do it with you? And then I had another question, "And how did
you know about Jenny and my mother? I didn't even know!"

Miss Squires was laughing at me, pulling me even tighter, if that was
possible. "Ohhhh Amy, you have so many things to learn. Don't worry,"
she kissed my cheek, "about Jenny, she's a little angel and she
couldn't hide anything from me if I was blindfolded. Neither can
little spies like you." She smiled at my blushing face. "Jessie wasn't
mad at me, she was just...She was sad about a lot of things that
happened before you were born and she thought that part of it was my
fault."

"Like what was your fault?" I asked.

"Like nothing. That's why she wasn't mad, because it wasn't my fault
and it wasn't hers, but it helps to feel better sometimes if you blame
someone. Or blame yourself, understand?"

"Not really." I rocked on the dildo again, settling down with a soft
sigh. "What happened? Did Grandpa Tate...did he really...rape my mother?
Did he..." I gulped nervously. "...Rape you?"

"When I was little, but not really little, like 11 years old, your mom
started babysitting me. But it wasn't like babysitting because we were
friends, you know? Even though she was older, we were like best
friends and..."

"Like me and Jenny, you mean? Like...You were lovers?" I'd actually
figured that much out, I just wanted to hear Miss Squires say it
because that dildo still felt real good and I liked the way her voice
sounded so close to my ear.

"Well, not at first but...Yeah, we did become lovers. I knew I was
different, because I liked your mom a lot, right away I mean, like
love at first sight, you see?" She shifted a little too and I sighed
again. "I knew in my heart that I wanted to love her the way my dad
loved my mom."

"That's so cool." I said.

"But Jessie's mom and dad, your grandparents caught us one night, in
bed kind of like this." Miss Chambers actually giggled a little. "If
you can imagine a 12 year old me licking your mom when she was 15,
right about...here." She reached down and rubbed my tender clit. "Anyway
when your grandpa saw us he went a little...crazy...He started yelling and
he...Well, he started raping your mom and when your grandma tried to
stop him he just got crazier." She didn't say anything for awhile.

"And then raped you too?" I was trying to imagine that man on our
porch doing those things and I couldn't.

"Yeah, baby." Miss Squires hugged me real tight. "Then he raped me
too."

"Grandpa Tate said grandma ran off and joined the circus." I said to
myself as much to Miss Chambers.

"What? Oh." Miss Squires kissed me softly. "She kind of lost touch
with the world after that night and went to a hospital someplace, I
don't know where. Maybe your mom does, I don't know. The police took
Jessie's dad and he was in jail for a while, not long enough in my
opinion, but even men like that get paroled. I went home and stayed
there for a long time, just thinking, you know. Then I finished school
and went away to college." I nodded. "And your mom went to stay with
some nice people who had a son named David and he loves you and your
mom even more than I do."

"Daddy, yeah. But he's not my real daddy, I know that." I saw the
glimmer of something, but I didn't want to say it out loud, even to
Miss Squires.

"Making sperm doesn't make a man a daddy, Amy. You just remember that.
You have a dad, and he's a good one, right? A lot better than your
mom's was, so don't you start thinking about anyone else, okay?" Miss
Squires pinched my left nipple hard so I gave a little yelp and
squirmed on that hard cock in my butt. "Or you'll get more than a
spanking, understand?" She made it sound kind of joking, but her eyes
were serious and I nodded.

"Yes, Mistress." We sat another minute then I said, "Sometimes I wish
my daddy would rape me."

Miss Squires sighed. "No you don't." and then she added so softly I
almost didn't hear it, "I wouldn't let him." And the way it sounded
made me wish I hadn't said it, but it was the truth. She had a hard
look in her eyes, but not at me, she was looking off into someplace
else, Jenny and I called it `Whatifland' and I thought Miss Squires
was there for just a moment, punishing daddy...Or maybe Grandpa Tate.

"You ever have a boyfriend, Mistress?" I asked, just because it was
getting late and I really wanted to know.

"Me?" she laughed again, lightening the room. "No way, I like pretty
little girls like you too much!"

"Will you still like me when I'm really old, like 20 or something?"

"Nope." Her eyes twinkled when I gave a little start and looked at
her. "I'll still love you. Always, even when your really old like 20."

I just smiled and knew she was telling the truth. We stayed like that
for a while, not moving, just being close until finally it was time to
go. Miss Squires called my daddy and told him she'd found me at the
library and taken me to her place for a snack and if it was okay with
him, maybe I could spend the night. So that's what I did, sleeping
between Miss Squires and Miss Holsum. Well, not sleeping too much.

My mother never did go home that night; she took Jenny to a motel out
on the highway so they could talk about things. Jenny called her mom
and asked if she could spend the night at my house, Jenny's mom asked
to talk to my mom (like she always does) and then it was okay. I'm
sure mother and Jenny had a lot to talk about, or maybe not. I wasn't
exactly jealous, but it's hard having a best friend who sleeps with my
mother, especially when they're trying to keep it a secret from me;
they're terribly obvious. I'm just afraid daddy will find out, but he
and I have our own secret that we keep from mother, and from Miss
Squires - I don't want her to punish my daddy. It wasn't rape at all.

But those are all other stories that I'll get around to sometime, I'm
sure. Oh! I almost forgot. Mother did let me go to cheerleading camp
that fall, saying she'd been wrong about Miss Squires. She wished she
were coming along with us she said, but she knew Jenny and I would
work hard and have fun, especially with Miss Squires there to keep us
out of trouble!

=-=-=

end
copyright Rachael Ross
Intended for FREE distribution to adults only
Send question, comment, inquiry to rache696@yahoo.com and pray for a
reply, I check email regularly on Halloween and the Ides of March.

Down here is a list of `chapters' with story codes.

Chapter I (Introductions and Homework) - M/f, m/f, Mast, Relig, Humor
Chapter II (Trying to get to Cheerleading Camp) - FF/f, F/f, M/f, Inc,
BDSM, Rom
Chapter III (Confessions of a Catholic Schoolgirl) - f/f, M/f, rom,
oral, relig
Chapter IV (The Strange Case of Doctor von Siemein) - M/TG/f, rom,
inc, med, fist
Chapter V (A Tale of Two Uncles) - M/f, F/f, f/dog, beast, voyeur,
mast, rom
Chapter VI (The Funny Thing About Laura's Mom) - M/F/f, first, oral,
prost

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