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Growing Up A Master by MWTB

Introduction

The story presented below is fiction and fantasy.  The things that
happen in this story should not be construed as being realistic.
Teens don't do what these teens do.  Adults don't behave the way these
adults do.  Abused women do not behave as these abused women do.  I
will ignore any comments about it being unrealistic; I know that it
is.  But it's still fun to read.

  If you are under the legal age to be reading this story, stop.
  
The author retains all rights to this story.  It may be re-posted on
free websites, however proper attribution must be given.



Special thanks to Skyrat, BanditIRA and etorymaker for editing. This
is my first story without Peter Z as an editor, but these two stepped
up and did an excellent job. I hope you can see that in the work.




Chapter Twenty-One: Karen's Big Night



 The women made me a hearty breakfast, with pancakes, bacon, eggs,
fruit and more.  Karen served me a huge plateful, telling me, "You
need to build your energy up!"
 
 I grabbed her as she started walking away and gave her a deep kiss.
"Looking at you builds my energy up all by itself," I told her.  She
blushed and went to eat hers.
 
 We spent the rest of the day lazing around and playing.  We hung out
by the pool quite a bit, and all the women took pains to make me
realize that I was hanging with three very sexy women.  At one point,
Cheri pulled me aside and said, "I know that today is for Karen, but I
need you to know that I want you so much.  If she wasn't my daughter,
I'd be doing everything to make you want to be with me instead."
 
 I laughed and said, "Shouldn't it be the other way around?  Shouldn't
you be doing everything to make me want you, instead of letting me
defile your daughter?"
 
 "No," she said very seriously.  "I am giving you my daughter.  I am
offering her to you."
 
 I just looked at her, and then kissed her.  "I can't wait to be with
 you again."
 
 She smiled and just about skipped away.
 
 I took a nap by the pool in the afternoon while the women prepared
the dinner.  I was having lovely dreams of frolicking naked women,
when I was awakened by another blowjob.  I looked down, and it was
Karen's long blonde hair around my hips.  She looked up and said, "We
are going to prepare for dinner.  It's time for you to get ready as
well." She took another long lick of my cock, then stood up.
 
 She helped me stand, then I pulled her into a kiss.  We went into the
house, and we each went to our rooms to prepare.  I put on my suit and
went downstairs.  I sat at the table, waiting to see Karen in the
outfit that I had picked for her.  However, when she entered the room,
led by Cheri, she was wearing the same dress that Cheri had worn
yesterday.  I must say, she looked lovely in it as well.
 
 We sat down, and as the maids brought in our appetizers, I asked
Karen, "Did you not like the dress that I picked out for you?"
 
 "Oh, no, it was lovely," she said.
 
 Cheri interrupted and said, "It was my fault, Jake.  I asked her to
 wear this dress."
 
 "Why?" I asked, confused.
 
 She blushed and looked down.  "I always wanted my daughters to wear
my wedding dress at their wedding.  I think of this dress in the same
way."
 
 "So we're married?" I asked jokingly.
 
 She glared at me and said, "I never let my husband fuck my ass."
 
 I was confused.  I didn't understand what she meant, but when I asked
her, she just shook her head and wouldn't tell me.
 
 Other than that incident however, the rest of the dinner was much
lighter than the last night's.  Cheri had been nervous and worried.
Karen was not.  Karen was playful and eager.  She laughed and joked
with the maids.  She flirted with me.  She told Girl to hurry up and
bring the food so that we could get to dessert.  And soon, we were at
dessert.
 
 While I went to take my shower and change, Karen went for her
preparations. I would say that the maids led Karen away, as they had
Cheri the night before, but that wasn't the case.  Karen was pulling
at them, rushing them upstairs.  As I went to shower and prepare,
Karen went into the master bathroom and pulled her dress off and knelt
by the tub before Cheri and Girl had even made it to the bathroom.
 
 Girl instructed Cheri to start the bath while she started preparing
 the enema.
 
 "But he's going to take her in the pussy," Cheri said.
 
 "Not just the pussy, Mom!" Karen said.  "He had you everywhere, of
course he's going to do the same to me!"
 
 Cheri shook her head, but made the bath.  After the first
application, Girl had Cheri do the second one by herself.
 
 "You are going to want to do this to each other every morning," she
 told them.
 
 "Every morning?" Cheri asked.
 
 "Of course!  What if your master is at school one day, and he sees
some sexy cheerleader bent over, her ass peeking out of her skirt.
All day he is thinking about sexy asses.  Then, he stops by after
school.  You don't know which of you he'll see first, but when he
does, he'll spin you around, lift your skirt and shove his cock deep
into your ass.  You want to be prepared for that!"
 
 "That wouldn't really happen," Karen said, grunting around the
feeling in her stomach as the fluid filled her.
 
 "It has to me," Girl said.
 
 Karen whipped her head around.  "He did that to you?" she asked in
 surprise.
 
 Girl nodded.  "It was wonderful.  Of course, not as nice as when he
has been coming home from your house recently."
 
 "You mean..." Cheri said.
 
 "Yes, he'd get so worked up at your house that he would practically
rape me as soon as he got home.  He would use me as a masturbation toy
while he thought of you."
 
 "That must have been so wonderful," Cheri breathed.
 
 They looked at each other, understanding how each was feeling, and
then they kissed deeply, hugging each other tightly.
 
 "Not to rain on your parade," Karen hissed, "but if you don't stop
filling me I will explode!"
 
 "Oh!" Cheri shrieked, and quickly turned off the flow and helped
 Karen to the toilet.
 
 When they were done and in the tub, Karen asked, "Did it really make
you feel good, knowing that he was thinking of someone else while
fucking you?"
 
 "Oh, yes, it made me feel special," Girl said.
 
 "Why special?" Karen asked.
 
 "I can explain, darling," Cheri said.  "It is like the ultimate
servitude.  You are just a toy.  You are serving someone so well that
they feel that they can use you, without shame or embarrassment, just
to get themselves off.  It's... Maybe I can't describe it.  You'll
know it when you feel it."
 
 "Have you felt it?" Karen asked.
 
 "No, but I'm confident that I will soon," she replied happily.
 
 Soon, they were ready, and the maids escorted Karen into me.
 
  +++++
  
 Whereas Cheri was willingly led into the room and to my bed, Karen
behaved differently.  As she was escorted into the room, she ran to me
and wrapped her arms around my neck, giving me a scorching kiss.
"Will you fuck me now?  Will you fuck me, please, Jake?  I'll be good
for you, I promise."
 
 She stepped back and pulled her clothes off.  "Slow down, honey,"
 Cheri said.
 
 "I don't want to slow down," she complained.  "I want to speed up.
 Please!"
 
 I laid her down on the bed.  Regardless of what she had asked of me,
I was going to take my time and enjoy it with her.  I kissed my way up
her legs and she propped her head up so that she could see what I was
doing.  She moaned as my tongue first touched her pussy lips, and she
shoved her hips up, trying to get more contact. I licked and kissed
her sweet pussy, trying to savor it.  I brought my fingers into play
and felt her inside.  I pushed in a little, and felt something I had
never felt before, a barrier.
 
 "You still have your hymen," I asked.
 
 "Yes," she moaned.
 
 "It's going to hurt when I fuck you," I said.
 
 "I can't wait," she moaned.  She was squeezing her nipples as I
licked and fingered her.  I played with her more, until she screamed
in ecstasy and came.  I moved up her body and took her hands off her
breasts as I replaced them with my lips.
 
 I moved up to her face and tried kissing her gently, though she
practically attacked my mouth.  I grabbed her hands and held them over
her head.  "Calm down," I told her.
 
 She laid back onto the bed, panting, and I kissed her again, and this
time she let me do it gently.
 
 "Are you ready for this?" I asked.
 
 "Oh, yes!" she moaned.
 
 "Are you ready for me to take you?" I repeated.
 
 "Please, yes!" she cried.
 
 "Are you ready for me to take your cherry?" I asked.
 
 "I need you to," she said.
 
 I looked over at Cheri.  "Cheryl, are you ready for me to take your
daughter's virginity?"  I asked.
 
 "She is yours, just as I am," she said.
 
 "You are giving her to me?" I asked.
 
 "Yes, I am," she said.
 
 I nodded to her, and she took my cock in her hand, took the
opportunity to jack it a little, then placed it at the opening to
Karen's cunt.  Karen tried to push her hips up, but Girl held them
down.  Then Cheri pushed my ass hard, slamming me through Karen's
cherry, burying me completely.
 
 Karen screamed and I stopped moving.  She was panting, looking at me
wide-eyed.  "Are you OK?" I asked.  "Do you want me to stop?"
 
 "No, no," she said.  "It hurts, but I don't want you to stop.  Please
 use me!" she said.
 
 I pulled out a little, and she hissed, then I pushed back in.  I was
pumping her shallowly, but she was soon pushing her hips up to me.  I
began thrusting more deeply, pulling nearly all the way out with each
stroke.  She was panting heavily, and I was getting close.
 
 "I'm going to come soon, Karen," I informed her.  "Are you close?"
 
 "I've ... been ... cumming ... since ... you ... started," she
 panted.
 
 I started slamming her, as she moaned "Yes" over and over, until I
finally pushed all the way in and held myself there.  Her eyes opened
wide as she stared at me.  I pumped into her, over and over, and she
hissed, "I feel you.  I feel you cumming in me!"
 
 I slammed my mouth on hers and kissed her hard.  She wrapped her arms
around my shoulders and pulled me into her.  We stayed locked together
for a few minutes, then I pulled back and asked, "Are you OK?"
 
 "Wonderful," she said.
 
 I smiled and I rolled off.  We both lay panting on the bed.  Cheryl
embraced Karen and said, "You looked so beautiful!  My little girl is
a woman!"
 
 "I was a woman before," she said.  She looked at me and told Cheri,
"Now I'm his woman."
 
 We lay there for a minute, and Girl whispered something in Cheri's
ear.  "Really?"  Cheri exclaimed.
 
 Girl nodded, and Cheri leaned over and whispered to Karen.  Karen
didn't question whatever was said, she just nodded.  Cheri helped
Karen sit up.  Karen rolled onto me and gave me a kiss.  Then she
moved down, and she and Cheri looked at each other over my cock.  I
glanced down as Cheri held up my limp cock, pink-tinged and covered in
our juices.  Then she licked up one side, and Karen licked up the
other.
 
 "You don't have to do that," I told them.
 
 "Yes they do," Girl said.
 
 "What do you mean?" I asked.
 
 "Mistress Cheri offered her daughter's virginity to you.  You
accepted, and the result of that sacrifice is now on your cock.  It is
only right that they clean it off, and take it back into themselves."
 
 Karen and Cheri kept passing my cock back and forth, licking and
sucking it clean.  Girl was going way overboard with this.  I had
intended to make it special for each of the ladies, but Girl was
turning it into a major ritual.  She was definitely pushing it farther
than I had intended.  I wasn't sure how to deal with that, or if I
even should, as Cheri and Karen seemed content to follow her
instructions.
 
 By this time, my cock was quite clean, so I dragged both ladies up to
me and snuggled with them, while Girl curled up at the bottom of the
bed.
 
 "Are you ladies OK with all of this?" I asked.
 
 They looked at each other over my chest and both of them giggled.
"Very," Cheri said, and Karen nodded her head.  I looked down and saw
two naked, busty, blonde-haired women.  I was quite happy.
 
 "When can you do it again?" Karen asked.
 
 "You're not sore?" I asked.
 
 "I'm a little sore, but that's not where I want it," she said.
 
 "Where do you want it?" I asked.
 
 "In my butt," she said, quietly.
 
 "What?" I asked.  I had not planned on that.  "Karen, your mother has
been preparing for that.  She stretched herself out, so that it was
not painful.  You haven't done that.  I hadn't planned on doing your
ass today."
 
 "But you have to," she cried.  "It's not fair not to!  I want you to
 have all of me."
 
 "I can have it, but another time," I told her.  She looked on the
 verge of crying.
 
 "Sir, you really don't have to wait," Girl said.  "Most women never
have any preparation, and they still manage to do it.  If you go
slowly and be gentle, it can still be good for her."
 
 "You've said quite enough today," I told Girl.  "I don't want to hear
another sound from you tonight!"
 
 She nodded and bowed her head.
 
 "Girl is right," Cheri said.  "We've already prepared Karen.  I'm
 sure she can take it."
 
 "Et tu?" I asked.  I looked at Karen and said, "It will hurt, more
than I hurt Cheri, more than when I first took your virginity.  Are
you sure?"
 
 "Yes.  I want it!  I want it this way.  I don't want to prepare with
anything.  I want your cock to be the only thing in me!"
 
 I shook my head and kissed her.  "If it means that much to you, then
I'll do it." Then I laughed.  "I can't believe that I just reluctantly
agreed to fuck a beautiful woman in her ass."
 
 Karen and Cheri laughed at me as well.
 
 "When can you do it?" Karen asked.
 
 "Well the sooner we do it, the longer it will take for me to cum.
You might not want that for the first time.  Maybe we should get
something to eat first, and then we'll see?"
 
 "OK," Karen said, though she was clearly disappointed.
 
 We went downstairs, where I had Girl make us some snacks.  She did so
in perfect silence.  We ate without much conversation, though Karen
and Cheri had big smiles on their faces, and every now and then they
looked at each other and broke out in giggles.  They sat on either
side of me, and they couldn't seem to keep their hands off of me.
 
 When we were done, I dragged Karen into the den, calling over my
shoulder, "Girl, go get the lube and bring it here now!"
 
 I heard Girl scamper away and Karen said, "Ooooh, goody!"
 
 "We'll see if you still say that when my massive rod is pillaging
your delicate ass," I said with a leer.
 
 "Pillage away!" she said, and she dropped to her knees, pointing her
ass to me, wiggling it seductively.
 
 I knelt down behind her and bent over, burying my tongue in her
pussy.  She gasped and groaned.
 
 "Wrong hole!" she moaned.
 
 I leaned back and spanked her ass.
 
 "Don't tell me how to use my woman!" I scolded.
 
 "I'm sorry, Jake," she said contritely.  "You can use me as you
 please."
 
 I leaned in again and stroked my tongue over her puckered
asshole. Karen hissed, "Yes!"
 
 Girl returned with the lube, and I indicated that she should give it
to Cheri, who was quietly playing with herself on the couch.  Cheri
came over and inserted the jelly into Karen's hole.  I told her to use
two fingers, and she did, causing Karen to groan even louder.  Then
Cheri bent over and sucked my cock into her mouth, working it over
until I was rock hard.  She poured lube on her palm and rubbed it all
over my cock.
 
 When I sat back, she guided me to Karen's ass.  "Are you ready,
 darling?" she asked.
 
 "Oh, god, Mom, I am so ready.  Please, Jake, please take my ass!" She
looked back over her shoulder, her sexy blue eyes pleading with me.  I
slowly pushed my hips forward, and she shrieked as the crown popped
through her sphincter.
 
 "Are you OK?" I asked.
 
 "Just wait a minute, please!" she begged.  She took a few deep
breaths, then said, "OK, you can go on." I started pushing in, and
soon I was completely buried in her.
 
 "So big," she groaned.
 
 "I can still stop," I said.
 
 "You can't, not until you cum in me!" she said.
 
 I started pulling back and forth, and I realized that despite having
recently cum, I was not going to last very long.  That was probably
good for Karen, but I wanted her to feel good as well.  I beckoned
Girl over and whispered to her to get a toy.  She ran to get it, and
when she came back I pressed the bullet vibe that she gave me into
Karen's clit.  When Karen felt it, she clenched so hard that she
nearly ripped my cock in half.
 
 Cheri slipped herself under Karen's head, and began whispering to her
how sexy she looked, how well she was doing, and describing how I was
reacting to the feelings.  Karen started panting and clenching, and I
recognized it as her way of cumming.  While Cheri had massive,
mind-blowing orgasms, Karen came long and continuously.  I started
rocking harder and harder, pressing the vibe into her, and soon I was
announcing my intentions.
 
 "I'm going to cum in your ass," I told her.  "I'm going to pour my
cum into you.  And when I do, I'm going to own it.  I'm going to take
your ass whenever I want, I'm going to take your pussy whenever I
want.  And you are going to give it to me, won't you?"
 
 "Oh, yes, I will!" she responded.  "I'll be yours!  You won't ever
 even have to ask!"
 
 I dropped the vibrator to grab her hips, and Girl was there to pick
it up and press it into her.  She also slipped a finger in as I
started slamming myself into her, then I screamed as I unloaded into
Karen.  I held myself over her as I felt her shudder, and then I had
to pull myself out.  I collapsed as she remained on her hands and
knees, cumming continuously as Girl kept the vibrator pressed on her.
I watched her for another three minutes, until Karen begged Girl to
stop.
 
 Cheri kept stroking Karen's hair, telling her how good she had done,
and Girl came over to put her lap under my head, so that I could rest
as well.
 
 "I swear, you ladies are going to kill me," I said.
 
 "You'd better not die," Cheri said.  "You've promised us much more."
 
 I laughed.
 
 A while later we went upstairs, and Karen and I had a lovely shower,
washing each other off.  She hissed when I cleaned off her pussy and
ass, but she insisted that I do it.  She cleaned my cock, then she
tested to make sure that it was clean enough to eat off of.
 
 We tumbled into bed, and I told Cheri that she was to enjoy Girl for
the night, leaving Karen all to me.  We nodded off in each other's
arms.
 


Chapter Twenty-Two: The Aftermath



 As I awoke on Sunday morning, I realized that Karen was not as
talented as Cheri in the blowjob department, but she was trying hard.
She must have heard that the way to give a good blowjob is to get as
much into your throat as possible, and she kept trying to get it all
in.  It was her gagging that woke me up.
 
 "The secret isn't in how much you can get in," I explained to her.
"It's how good it can make me feel."
 
 "Don't you like deep throat?" she asked after removing my cock from
 her mouth.
 
 "Yes, I do, but that is not all I like.  I like gentle licking, I
like sucking, I like fondling.  Just like slamming my cock into you
isn't the only way to make me feel good."
 
 "Slamming your cock into me makes me feel pretty good," she said with
 a smile.
 
 "Yes, but I'll bet this does, too," I said, and I grabbed her and
flipped her, dropping my head between her legs and slurping at her
pussy.
 
 "Oh, God, it does!" she moaned, and I gently sucked on her until she
came.  Then I spent a while tutoring her on what I liked in a blowjob.
She was a quick learner.
 
 "You are going to let me practice until I can swallow it all, though,
right?" she asked just before she made me cum.
 
 "As much practice as you want," I assured her.
 
 When she was done, I said, "That was great, Karen."
 
 She pouted and said, "That's not fair!"
 
 "What's not fair?" I asked.
 
 "When Mom became your slave, she went from Cheryl to Cheri.  I want
 to be Kari!"
 
 "You want to be my slave Kari?" I asked.
 
 "I am your slave," she said simply.
 
 "And Kari will do anything that I ask?" I inquired.
 
 "Absolutely," she breathed.
 
 "Anywhere?" I asked.
 
 "Anywhere," she affirmed.
 
 "In school?" I asked.
 
 "Do you want me to strip and hop up on a table in the cafeteria so
that you can fuck me?" she asked.
 
 "Would you?" I asked jokingly.
 
 "I would," she said, very seriously.
 
 "Why?" I asked.
 
 "I am your slave."
 
 "What does that mean to you?" I asked.
 
 "You own me," she said.
 
 "And what does that mean to you?" I asked.
 
 "I am completely and totally under your control," she said.
 
 "And what are the limits," I asked.
 
 "None," she said.
 
 "None?  If I gave you to the basketball team?"
 
 "I'd fuck them all," she said.
 
 "If I told you to hold your breath?" I asked.
 
 "I'd pass out before I let it go," she said.
 
 I shook my head.  This was not right.  "I don't accept," I told her.
 
 "What do you mean?  You took me!" she argued.
 
 "I'll make you a deal.  You talk to Cheri, and I'll discuss this with
you and her later.  We'll come up with a compromise we can all live
with," I instructed her.
 
 "You can compromise all you want.  I know what I know," she informed
 me.
 
 "Do you know what happens to slave girls who disobey their masters?"
 I asked.
 
 "They get punished," she said, flipping around and presenting her ass
to me.  "Shall I get the whip?"
 
 I spanked her ass one time, hard, and said, "Go wake up Cheri and
both of you get cleaned up, and send Girl in here to me."
 
 "Yes, sir!" she said, swishing out of the room, my hand print on her
 ass turning pink.
 
 Girl arrived a few minutes later.  "You sent for me, sir?"
 
 "I did.  What have you been telling them?" I asked.
 
 "What do you mean, sir?" she asked.
 
 "Karen is not acting submissive, she is behaving like she believes
that she is my slave," I said.
 
 "She is, sir" Girl replied.  "You conducted a very moving ritual to
make each of them your slaves.  How should she behave?"
 
 "I used them, as submissives," I said.
 
 "No, sir, I beg to differ.  Those ceremonies were very clear.  You
said that they would be yours.  You said that you would take them.
They offered themselves, and you accepted.  They are yours."
 
 "You've been pushing this," I accused.
 
 "I thought that this was what you wanted, sir," Girl said.  "You were
treating them like you were going to make them yours.  You deserve to
have them as yours.  You discovered them, and helped them realize what
they were.  You made them what they are.  They are yours."
 
 She wasn't helping me any.  I dismissed her as I thought about the
consequences of my actions.  I would have to address this with them,
particularly with Cheryl, but that would have to wait.  I got up and
showered and went down to breakfast.
 
 At breakfast, they were all three in maid uniforms.  "My staff is
 growing," I said.
 
 "I'd be happy to make it smaller," Cheryl said, and I groaned at the
 unintentional pun.
 
 "Oh, that was so bad, it deserves a spanking," I said.
 
 She immediately bent over the table, pulling up her skirt and
 spreading her legs.
 
 "Five from each of us," I said, and I administered the first five.  I
noticed that Karen gave the hardest.  I'd have to see how she liked
that from the other side.
 
  +++++
  
 We ate breakfast, than we went outside to lounge by the pool.  Three
beautiful, naked women were certainly fun to be around.  After a
while, I sent Girl in to clean up the kitchen.  Then I had Cheri and
Kari come upstairs with me.  I had them go to my room while I
retrieved some toys.
 
 "What are those?" Karen asked.
 
 "These, my dear Kari, are strap-on dildos for you and Cheri to wear."
I showed them how to put them on, and after helping them out, which
included a lot of fondling, there were three still cocks pointing into
the air.
 
 I had them lie on either side of me on the bed, and I covered up to
the waist with a sheet.  Then I called for Girl.  When she arrived, I
said, "I have a job for you." I pushed down the sheet and said, "Blow
us."
 
 The ladies giggled as Girl said, "Yes, sir!" and knelt next to Cheri
and took her cock into her mouth.  We watched as she took more and
more in, until she had it to the base.  Then, she stuck her tongue out
and swiped Cheri's clit.  As Cheri gasped, Karen said, "Oh, you have
to teach me how to do that!  Jake says that deep throat isn't
everything, but if you've been spoiling him like that, I need to learn
too!"
 
 Girl said, "I would be happy to, anytime that I am allowed," then
moved over to take me in as well.  It took her less time to have her
nose pressed to my stomach, and after she was done with me, she moved
to do Kari.
 
 As she was sucking on Kari, I said, "Girl has been very helpful this
weekend, don't you think?  And while each of you has had a cock in
your mouth, pussy and ass, Girl has not.  Now I'm too exhausted to do
all that for Girl, so I thought that we'd each take an orifice.  Girl,
climb onto Cheri's cock!"
 
 Girl pulled off of Kari and straddled Cheri.  She looked right into
Cheri's eyes as she sunk onto the dildo.  "Thank you for fucking me,
Mistress Cheri," she said, then she laid down, tit to tit with Cheri,
and gave her a deep kiss.  Cheri returned the kiss, passionately.
Girl started pumping her hips, fucking herself on the hard cock Cheri
was wearing, until she felt me straddling Cheri's legs, my cock
bumping into her ass.  She stopped moving as she accepted my cock into
her anus.
 
 "Do you see ... why ... you always need ... to be ready for an
assfuck?" Girl grunted as she took my cock deeply into her.
 
   I started moving in and out, pulling her off of Cheri's cock, then
pushing her back onto it.  I paused and said, "Kari, get your cock
into her mouth!"
 
 Kari smiled and said, "Yes, sir!" throwing me a little salute and
clambering to put her cock into Girl's mouth.  I started fucking Girl
harder, and Kari grabbed Girl's head and started fucking her mouth
like it was a cunt.  Soon Girl shrieked around the cock in her mouth
as she came.  I managed to get her through one more cum before I
filled her ass with my spunk.
 
 I rolled off and told Kari, "Fuck her ass, now." Kari happily took my
place, though I had to warn her to be gentler as she pounded in.  Kari
reached around to squeeze and pinch at Girl's nipples as Cheri pushed
her tongue into Girl's mouth.  I let them continue until they had
brought Girl to two more orgasms before I had them pull out.  We
cleaned up, leaving an exhausted Girl sprawled across the bed, then I
took my two ladies back out to the pool.
 
 +++++
 
 Later in the afternoon, we were all down by the pool.  I was sitting
on a chair, while the three ladies were in the pool.  Cheri had Girl
up against the side of the pool and was involved in a fairly intense
kiss.  I couldn't see what was going on under the water, but Cheri's
arm was definitely moving.  Kari was watching interestingly from a few
feet off.
 
 I heard the doorbell ring, and rather than disturb them, I threw on a
pair of shorts and went to answer the door.
 
 "Hi, Helen," I said, when I saw who it was.  "What are you doing
here?" Helen had been at a friend's house for the weekend, freeing
Cheri and Kari to be with me.
 
 "I got home early, and nobody was home.  In fact, it looked like they
hadn't been home in a while, so I decided to stop by and see if they
were here.  Are they?"
 
 "They are," I told her.  "Come in.  Stay here for a minute, and I'll
 get your mom."
 
 I went out to the backyard and I saw that Cheri had finished what she
was doing.  Girl was lying by the side of the pool, clearly out of
breath, and Cheri and Kari were swimming lazily.  "Helen is here," I
announced.  "Girl, get dressed and go start preparing dinner." Helen
didn't know my relationship with Girl, yet, and I wasn't sure that I
wanted her to at this point.  "I'm going to bring her out here," I
told Cheri and Kari.
 
 I went back to the living room and told Helen, "They are out by the
pool.  Come on back."
 
 She followed me, and when we arrived by the pool, Girl was gone and
Cheri and Kari were sitting on lounges.  Neither had chosen to put
anything on.
 
 Helen shook her head and addressed her mother.  "I came home early,
but no one was home.  Did you spend the entire weekend here?"
 
 "I did," Cheri answered calmly.
 
 "You too?" Helen asked Kari.
 
 "Oh, yeah!" Kari said, sexily.
 
 "My mother *and* my sister?  One wasn't enough for you?" she asked me
 accusingly.
 
 "That's really between me and your mother and me and your sister," I
 said.
 
 "You don't think it affects me?" she asked.  "You are sleeping with
my mother and my sister!  How do you think that makes me feel?  Are
you going to stop over every now and then and just take one of them to
a bedroom?  Or are you going to fuck them in front of me?"
 
 "Do you want me to?" I asked.
 
 "No!" she exclaimed.  "But you have to see that it will make me very
 uncomfortable!"
 
 "I do," I said.  "I certainly didn't mean to do anything that would
disturb you.  Things just worked out the way that they did.  I'll try
and avoid making you too uncomfortable.  I'm sorry."
 
 She shrugged and turned to Kari.  "Don't you feel weird, having your
boyfriend sleeping with your mother?"
 
 "Oh, he's not my boyfriend," she said.
 
 "What do you mean?" Helen asked.
 
 "He's not dating me.  He'll date other people," she told Helen.
 
 "But you're sleeping with him," she complained.
 
 "You'd better believe I am!" Kari said, giving me a sexy look.
 
 "And you don't care that he is also sleeping with Mom?  That he is
dating other girls?"  Helen asked.
 
 "Nope," Kari replied simply.
 
 "Why not?" Helen demanded.
 
 "That's not our relationship," she replied.
 
 "What is your relationship?" Helen asked.
 
 "He does what he wants to me," she said.
 
 "And?" Helen prompted.
 
 "And what?" Kari asked.
 
 "What do you do?" Helen asked.
 
 "What he wants me to," Kari replied.
 
 "Arrgh!" Helen groaned.  "You are not making any sense!"
 
 "I am, just not in your frame of reference," Kari said.  "You like
someone, you go out with them, maybe you sleep with them, and you are
happy with that.  If someone you go out with sleeps around with
someone else, you get pissed.  And that is perfectly reasonable.  I
just see things differently.  I don't need to date someone.  I don't
care if Jake sleeps with other people.  As long as he sleeps with me
sometimes, and he takes care of me, I'm happy."
 
 "So you're not going to date anyone?" Helen asked.
 
 "Not unless Jake tells me to," she replied.
 
 Helen shook her head.  She turned to me and said, "That must thrill
you.  All the fun without the responsibility."
 
 "Oh, it's more responsibility than it appears, just not the kind that
you are used to," I said.
 
 "And you're OK with Karen sleeping around?" Helen asked Cheri.
 
 "She's not sleeping around, she's sleeping with Jake," Cheri
corrected.  "And I'm OK with that.  It's good for Karen."
 
 "So you don't care if I sleep around?" Helen asked.
 
 "I would not mind if you slept with someone you cared for," Cheri
said.  "I'd be upset if you started sleeping around indiscriminately.
I know that you are not a virgin anymore.  That's OK.  I just hope
your first time was as good as Karen's was."
 
 "Karen told you about her first time?" Helen asked.  Cheri nodded.
 
 Helen sat down.  "I just don't understand what is happening to this
 family!"
 
 Cheri got up and went to sit next to her daughter.  She gave her a
hug, until Helen said, "Mom!  You're naked!"
 
 "Sorry," Cheri said.  "Nothing bad is happening to this family.  In
fact, something good is.  I am happy.  Karen is happy.  I hope that
you are happy.  Life moves on, and sometimes things change.  It may
seem a bit strange, the relationships that Karen and I have, but it
makes both of us happy.  Can't you accept that?  Can't you be happy
for us?  You still get what you want.  You still live a normal life."
 
 "I guess," she said.  Then, despite her protestations of her mother's
nudity, she gave her mother a hug.
 
 Then she sat back and looked around.  "How come they are naked and
you are dressed?" she asked me.
 
 "Well, I was wearing less, but I didn't want to offend your
 sensibilities," I told her.
 
 "I don't mind," she said.
 
 I looked at her for a minute, trying to decide what to do, then I
mentally shrugged, stood up and removed my shorts.  "You're free to
swim with us," I said.  "I can probably find a suit that fits you."
 
 She looked me up and down, smiling.  "You don't want me nude, too?"
 she asked.
 
 "Of course I do!" I exclaimed. "You are free to take your clothes
off, I just didn't want to presume, or make you uncomfortable."
 
 She looked me in the eye as she stood and pulled her tee shirt off.
She reached behind her, unfastening her bra, and slipped that off as
well.  She was not quite as well endowed as either her sibling or her
mother, but she had nothing to be embarrassed of, and they stood as
firmly as only teenage breasts can.  She slipped her shorts and
panties off, standing to allow me to inspect her.  She had a light
coating of blonde hair around her pussy.  When she saw where I was
looking, she said, "Sorry I don't shave.  You seem to like that."
 
 "I like a lot of things," I said.  She could tell that I liked her as
well, because my cock was definitely rising.  Now I was the one that
was getting embarrassed.
 
 "Kari, get your sister some lotion so that she doesn't burn," I
 instructed.
 
 As she complied, Helen asked, "Kari?  What's with that?  First Mom
becomes Cheri, now Karen become Kari.  Are you going to call me Heli?"
 
 Kari snorted and broke into giggles, and Cheri smiled.  "I don't
think you'd like that at all, Sis," Kari said.
 
 "What do you mean?" Helen asked.
 
 "I don't think you'd enjoy what you have to do to earn that honor,"
Kari said, shaking her head as she handed Helen the lotion.
 
 "It's an honor?" Helen asked.
 
 "The biggest," Kari said, gazing softly at me.
 
 "I just don't get it," Helen said, beginning to spread lotion on her
 breasts.
 
 I dove into the pool, my cock stiffening even more thinking about the
three of them.  I swam laps until I was soft again.
 
 I got out and lay down.  Kari came over and asked sexily, "Shall I
 rub lotion on you?"
 
 I glanced over at Helen and said, "Maybe another time," taking the
lotion and applying it myself.  I wasn't ready for Kari to give me a
hand job in front of her sister.
 
 Girl came out, dressed in her maid's uniform, and said, "Dinner will
be ready in about 30 minutes.  Will Miss Helen be joining you?"
 
 Helen had covered her breasts and pussy when Girl came out.  I looked
at her questioningly, and she nodded.  Girl went back inside, and
Helen asked, "How can you be naked in front of your maid?"
 
 "Habit?" I asked.
 
 "I don't think that I will ever understand you," she said.
 
  I smiled and leaned back to rest.
  
 A few days later, I did sit down and had a conversation with Cheri
and Kari about their status.  I got them both alone at their house and
I told Cheri, "Your daughter told me that she considers herself my
slave.  That she feels that I own her, and that any decisions that she
might make are superseded by mine, and that there are no limits to my
control of her.  Is that about right, Kari?"
 
 "Yes, Jake, it is," she said.
 
 "I don't necessarily agree with that.  How do you see our
 relationship?" I asked Cheri.
 
 Cheri bowed her head and said, "I understand why you are not
comfortable with that.  I disagree that there should be no limits.
However, I have to tell you, I see myself as your slave as well.  I
feel that you own me, and that your decisions supersede mine."
 
 She wouldn't look at me.  She knew that was not what I wanted.
 "Why?" I asked.
 
 She looked at me and said, "I can't help it.  I know that it makes no
sense.  But it is how I feel.  When I think of myself like that, I am
happy about who I am.  It makes me feel good, knowing that you own me.
Knowing that at any moment, you can demand something of me, and that I
will have no choice but to comply.  It is who I want to be, and you
are the one that I want to own me."
 
 "But I'm just a kid!" I said.
 
 "I know.  It's crazy.  But it's what I want.  No one said love made
 sense."
 
 "You love me?" I asked, surprised.
 
 She hid her face from me again, and nodded her head.  "I do."
 
 "Like a friend, a family member, or like a boyfriend?" I asked.
 
 "Like a boyfriend, like a lover, like a husband.  Like a master," she
 said quietly.
 
 "Even though you know that I will probably end up dating other girls?
Going off to college? Marrying someone else?"
 
 She looked at me, a pained expression in her eyes, and she said, "The
heart wants what the heart wants." She paused for a minute, then said,
"I can't help it.  I realize it will never work out in the long run.
But I'm going to savor every minute of it while I have it, and when
it's gone, I'll cherish the memories."
 
 I shook my head and looked at Kari, who had tears coming out of her
eyes.  "And how do you feel about us?" I asked.
 
 "I never really thought about the future," she said.  She paused,
looking at her mother.  Then she said, "I feel the same way.  It's no
different than dating someone, or even marrying someone.  It may work
out, it may not.  Either way, I am completely dedicated to it." She
looked at me intently, and said, "Just don't think I'll be easy to get
rid of."
 
 "I wouldn't dream of it," I said with a smile.  Then I turned back to
Cheri and asked, "What are your limits?"
 
 "I won't do anything that I think puts my family in danger," she
said.  "Well, I guess I am already, but I won't do things in public
with you, because that could get social services to take my kids.  But
in private?  I am not setting any limits.  I'll tell you if it's too
much for me to handle."
 
 "But what do you want?" I demanded.
 
 "I want to be your plaything," she said.  "I want you to use me when
you feel like it, and ignore me when you don't.  I want you to
experiment with me.  If you think of some new, bizarre thing that you
want to try, try it on me.  If you buy a new whip, and you want to see
how much someone can take, use it on me.  I want you to think about me
like a toy."
 
 I had to adjust myself, and I glanced over at Kari.  Her eyes were a
little glazed, and she was breathing shallowly.  She turned to me and
said, "No, you can't do that to just her.  You have to use me the same
way, too!"
 
 "You want to be a toy for me?" I asked.
 
 "God, yes!" she said, her hand slipping under her skirt to play with
 herself.
 
 "You want me to whip you?" I asked.
 
 "If that's what you want, yes!" she insisted.
 
 "The same rules as Cheri?" I asked.
 
 "No," she said, surprising me.  "You can do what you want in public
to me.  It won't make a difference if anyone knows."
 
 I thought about it, and said, "Fine.  If you are my playthings, you
do what I want, when I want it.  That means you, Miss Kari!  In
school, you behave just as you have in the past, until I tell you
different.  Do you understand?"
 
 "Yes, sir!" she said, her hand still moving under her skirt.
 
 At this point, I was so horny I felt like I was going to burst, so I
grabbed Cheri and laid her over the back of the couch, face down, then
put Kari on top of her.  Two pussies, two assholes, all within reach.
First I got to my knees and ate both of them, savoring the small
differences in taste.  I couldn't help myself, and I took a large bite
of Kari's ass.  She screamed, but didn't pull away.  When I was done,
there was a perfect oval of teeth marks on her.  I kissed it, then I
kissed her pussy.
 
 "Sir, I wouldn't want Cheri to get jealous," she said.  "You should
 mark her too!"
 
 I pushed her up, using her asshole as a convenient hook, and I
administered my mark to Cheri as well.  She whimpered, but did not
scream.  Then I stood up and sank my cock into Cheri's wet pussy.  I
fucked her while fingering Kari's ass.  Then I switched, fingering
Cheri in her ass while fucking Kari's ass.  I went back and forth
until I couldn't take it anymore, then I pulled out and spurted across
both of them.  I sat back, and said, "Since you didn't get to cum, you
can make yourselves cum."
 
 Each of their hands shot to their clits, and both scooped up the cum
they could find and sucked it into their mouths.  It was only moments
before they were both cumming.  I walked around the couch, kissed each
of them, then left them like that.
 
 +++++
 
 After that weekend, things took on a bizarre kind of normality.
Every few days I'd stop by the Harrisons, and if Helen was not home,
I'd take one of them upstairs for some fun.  They continued to dress
provocatively at home, and they had a sort of competition to see how
hot they could get me, how soon I would be forced to drag one of them
upstairs.
 
 On occasional weekends, I would have Kari come stay over, and once I
had Cheri come over while Kari went to a friend's house.  I didn't do
anything in front of Helen, though the girls flirted outrageously,
regardless of whether Helen was home or not.
 
 Girl was getting less attention at home, but of course, she never
complained.  She seemed to feel that Cheri and Kari were my due, and
she encouraged me to use them.  My parents knew what was going on, and
didn't complain.  I do know that Cheri had a number of conversations
with my mother, something that I encouraged.  I think that I exposed
both she and Kari too much to Girl and her attitudes, and I wanted
that tempered a little bit.
 
 In school, initially Kari was overly solicitous to me, but that soon
relaxed, and she was treating me as she had before.  She actually
seemed to come alive a little.  She used to blend in and just be quiet
in the background.  Now she seemed to have more life in her.  She made
sure that I knew that she never wore underwear.  One time, after she
flashed me, I told her that since she seemed to like flashing so much,
she would have to flash someone else.  I insisted that she pick out a
girl and then make sure that girl knew she was not wearing panties.
 
 She blushed, but she did as I told her.  She picked one of the girls
that she knew, and as they were talking, she lifted her leg and her
skirt slipped up.  The other girl looked around and hissed, "Karen,
you just flashed me, and you're not wearing panties!"
 
 "Sorry, I'll try and be more careful," Karen said, her blush
 deepening.
 
 Another time, I passed Kari as she was walking down the hall.  I
pulled her into a little alcove, but other kids were passing by.  I
reached under her skirt and pushed a small butt plug right into her.
She gasped as I pushed her back into the hallway.  She looked at me in
surprise as she realized what I had done.  I walked her down the hall,
and I told her, "Do you think that will help you think of me the rest
of the day?"
 
 "I always think of you all day," she told me.
 
 "Leave it in until you get home.  Then you can have Cheri remove it,
and you can tell her how it went in," I instructed.
 
"You're a wicked master," she said.  Then she kissed me quickly,
surprising some of the kids passing around us.  She went off to her
next class, swishing her ass at me as she went.

Chapter Twenty-Three: Sandy



 Outside of the Harrisons, my love life was not that spectacular.
After breaking up with Gemma, I did date a few girls, mostly older
than me, but I never stayed at it long.  I think that I didn't want to
get into the same situation that I was in with Gemma.  I didn't want
things to go far enough that I had to wonder what I should do.
 
 As a result, I was not dating much.  For companionship, I hung around
with my friends, including Gemma, and for sex, I had Kari, Cheri and
Girl, and, on occasion, Cat.  That changed one day, from an unexpected
source.
 
 It was the end of the day, and Sandy Parker came over to me and said,
"Hi, Jake, can I talk to you for a minute?"
 
 I was a bit surprised, because we didn't really float in the same
circles.  Sandy was a senior and the head cheerleader.  She was
extremely popular, though not really too snobby.  I don't think that
she had intentionally avoided me in the past; our paths just never
really crossed too much.
 
 "Sure," I said.  "What can I do for you?"
 
 "Are you free after school?" she asked.
 
 "I was planning on going somewhere, but nothing that can't be
rescheduled.  Did you need something?"
 
 "Yes, I do.  I was talking to someone about a problem I was having at
my house, and she said that you were an expert at fixing it.  Do you
think that you can stop by after school?"
 
 I was quite confused.  "What kind of problem?" I asked.
 
 "I'd rather just show you than try and explain.  Do you have the
 time?"
 
 "I guess," I said.
 
 "Great!  I'll meet you outside after school and give you a ride," she
 said.
 
 When school was dismissed I went out to the front to wait for Sandy.
She drove up in her red mustang and I got in.  "Want to tell me now?"
I asked.
 
 "When we get home," she said.
 
 She drove up to her house, and it turned out she lived just a few
blocks from me.  It was a nice house, and she pulled into the driveway
and we got out.  She unlocked the front door and we entered.  We went
to the kitchen and she offered me a drink.  I took a soda, and she led
me to her den.
 
 "OK, so what can I help you with?" I asked.
 
 "I've heard something about you," she said, giving me a predatory
look.  "I've heard that you really know how to please a woman, and
that you know how to keep your mouth shut about it."
 
 "Excuse me?" I said, completely shocked.
 
 "I heard that you can satisfy someone in bed, and you won't spread it
all over school.  Is that true?" she asked.
 
 "Why do you want to know?" I asked.
 
 "I thought that maybe I would convince you to prove it to me," she
said.  She walked right up to me and threw her arms over my shoulder.
Her eyes were inches from mine, and her lips were close enough that I
felt her breath as she spoke.  "Would you like to show me how good you
can make me feel?"
 
 "Well, I'd like to, but I'd like to understand why you'd want me to.
You could have any guy in school, and most out of it.  Why me?"
 
 "I told you, you come highly recommended," she said.  "Most of the
guys that I've been with haven't done a particularly good job of
satisfying me.  I was complaining about that to some friends,
despairing that there were no good men out there.  One of my friends
disagreed.  I want to see how good you really are."
 
 I wasn't completely sure who she was talking about, but I had a damn
good clue.  "Who was this mysterious friend?" I asked.
 
 "Uh uh uh," she said.  "I can keep a secret too."
 
 "So I'm supposed to redeem all of mankind, sexually speaking?" I
 asked.
 
 "Are you up to the challenge, big boy?" she asked.
 
 I leaned in and kissed her.  "So I'm on the line to prove my
masculinity, and you are going to get a good fucking.  What's in it
for me?"
 
 "Well, you get to fuck me!" she said in surprise, as if she was
unable to believe that someone would turn her down.
 
 "I'll tell you what, if I satisfy you, you have to tell me who it was
that recommended me," I told her.
 
 "And if you don't?" she asked.
 
 "You get to go back to your friends and tell them how bad all men
are," I said.  "In fact, maybe I can recommend a woman who might show
you what the fairer sex can do."
 
 She looked at me in surprise.  "I'm not gay!"
 
 "Well, if I've convinced you that men are no good, I wouldn't want
you to go through life without experiencing true bliss."
 
 "Oh, and you think you can show me true bliss?" she asked.
 
 "I can make you happy," I said, kissing her again, this time allowing
my tongue into her mouth.
 
 She pulled away after a minute and said, "Prove it!"
 
 "I've already started," I told her, kissing her again.  I ran my hand
under her shirt, running my fingers up and down her back.  She was not
wearing a bra, and she moaned into my mouth.  I continued kissing her
for a few minutes, then said, "Let's go to your room."
 
 "Why not here?" she asked.
 
 "I need a more comfortable space to work," I told her.
 
 She walked over the stairs, and I followed.  She walked up two stairs
to the first landing.  "Stop," I told her.
 
 She stopped and looked back at me.  I ran my hands softly up her
legs, causing her to shiver.  I continued up, under her skirt, to her
hips.  I took the elastic of her panties between my fingers and pulled
them down her legs.  She shuddered as she stepped out of them.  I was
really surprised, because Sandy was so sensitive and responsive, I
couldn't imagine that someone would have a hard time getting her off.
Nevertheless, I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
 
 "Keep going," I said.
 
 She turned and walked up the stairs.  Her skirt wasn't short enough
for me to see her pussy, but she didn't know that.  She turned left at
the top of the stairs and went into her bedroom.  Her room was pink
and girlish, with a four poster bed and stuffed animals placed
everywhere.  She turned to me after she walked in, and I walked into
her arms and kissed her again.  I reached under her skirt and cupped
her bare ass gently in my hands, drawing a hiss from her.  We kissed
for a few minutes until we were both panting.
 
 I sat her down at the edge of the bed and started running my fingers
up her arms, to her neck and around her face.  I leaned in and kissed
her again, putting my hands on her waist.  I started edging her shirt
up as I kissed her.  I broke the kiss and pulled her shirt over her
head.  I stepped back and looked at her.
 
 Sandy was another blonde, although her hair was browner than the
Harrisons.  She had bright blue eyes and a lovely smile, with perky
breasts and nipples so pale as to be almost the same color as the rest
of her breast.  She was breathing heavily, and I leaned forward and
ran my fingers down her neck and over her left breast.  She hissed
again, and I knelt in front of her.  I took her face in my hands and
kissed her gently, then I leaned over and ran my tongue over her
nipple.  Again she hissed.  I started running my fingers up and down
her back as I moved my tongue around her front.  Her nipples were
standing proudly, and I pushed her down onto the bed.  I ran my hands
from her knees, up her thighs, and I pushed her skirt up.  I ran my
fingers from her hip, across the crease on her leg, down to her pussy.
 
 Her pussy was covered with hair, very puffy and slightly darker than
the hair on her head.  I spread her legs, resting her heels on the
edge of the bed.  I pushed her hair flat, clearing a path to her pussy
lips.  I ran a finger up her wet folds, then leaned in and ran my
tongue up her.  My head jerked back as she pushed it away.  "Don't do
that!" she shrieked.
 
 "What do you mean, don't do that?" I asked.
 
 "Don't lick me there!  It's dirty!" she cried.
 
 I looked at her in shock.  "Are you serious?" I asked.  "When was the
last time that you took a shower?"
 
 "After practice today," she said.  She had moved up the bed and her
 legs were closed.
 
 "Then how did your pussy get dirty?" she asked.
 
 "It just is!" she said.
 
 "And you wonder why men can't satisfy you?" I asked.
 
 "What do you mean?  Can't you satisfy me with your cock?" she asked.
 
 "I can," I told her.  "But that's like saying you can live on bread
and water.  You could, but wouldn't you want chocolate, too?" I knelt
on the bed right next to her.  "If you are uncomfortable with it, I
won't lick you.  But if you want to truly experience as much pleasure
as you can, see if you can let me do what I know will make you feel
good."
 
 "I'll think about it," she said.
 
 "OK, for now I'll make you feel good the 'traditional' way," I said.
She was all tense now, so I wanted to back off a little.  "Why don't
you start undressing me now?"
 
 "OK," she said.
 
 She knelt next to me, looking very sexy wearing only the short skirt.
She took off my sneakers and socks, then came up and pushed my tee
shirt up.  She kissed my stomach, licked my nipples and then kissed my
lips.  I pulled her onto me, enjoying the feelings of her hard nipples
on my bare chest.  She reached down between us and slipped her hand
into my pants, grasping my cock in her fist.
 
 "Oooh, it's big," she said. Statements like this inflated my ego as
much as my cock. I had certainly grown since the first time I
measured, but I didn't think myself overly endowed.
 
 "Mostly it's hard, from having you pressed against me," I said.  She
knelt near me and pulled my pants and underwear off.  She took my cock
into her hand again and started pumping it.  Given her distaste for
anyone performing oral sex on her, I wasn't surprised that she didn't
take me in her mouth.  I pulled her back onto me, running my fingers
under her skirt.  She was very wet, and I ran my fingers over her
clit, causing her to tense up, her hand squeezing my cock hard.
 
 I spread her out on the bed and pulled her skirt off.  I looked at
her and said, "You really are beautiful." She blushed, and I ran my
fingers down her body.  I knelt between her legs and asked, "Ready?"
She nodded and I pressed my cock into her.  It slipped in easily; she
was quite wet already.  I pushed all the way in, grinding my pubic
bone against her clit.
 
 "Oooo, that's nice," she said.
 
 "I like it, too," I said.  I kissed her as I started slowly pumping.
I paid attention to her nipples as well, and I was surprised at how
soon she was cumming.  I stopped moving after she came, letting her
relax a little.
 
 "Nice?" I asked.
 
 "Mmmm," she said.  She clenched her pussy, and I started moving
 again.
 
 "You're still hard?" she asked in surprise.
 
 "I haven't cum yet," I told her.
 
 "You're kidding!"
 
 I pulled out and slammed all the way in.  She hissed and I asked,
"Does it feel like I'm kidding?"
 
 I started pumping faster and harder.  I had gotten her off, and now I
was concentrating on me.  I felt myself getting closer, and I started
grinding my cock into her.  She started barking little moans.  I
grabbed her nipple and squeezed as I pushed all the way in her and
came.  I held myself deep as I squirted over and over again.  Then I
collapsed onto her, breathing hard.  When I got my breath back, I
rolled off to the side, pulling her with me.  I came out of her, and
she was left lying across my hip, cum dripping onto me.
 
 We rested for quite a while; I was practically on the verge of dozing
off when she spoke. "That was amazing!  You made me cum twice!"
 
 I looked at her and asked, "Was that really that much better than
 what you are used to?"
 
 "Absolutely," she said.
 
 "You must have had some really lousy lovers, because I'd rate myself
only fair to middling on that effort.  I know I can do a lot better,
given the time to make proper preparations."
 
 "You've got to be kidding!" she said.
 
 "Nope," I replied.
 
 "Wow, Karen was right," she said.
 
 "So it was Karen," I said.  "I suspected as much.  I didn't know she
 hung out with you."
 
 "She occasionally hangs out with me and a group of friends," she
 explained.
 
 "Well, that girl is going to get a spanking for this," I said
 lightheartedly.
 
 I felt Sandy stiffen below me.  "Really?" she asked.  "Are you really
going to spank her?"
 
 "Don't you think she deserves it?" I asked.  "She set me up, and
 didn't even warn me."
 
 "But even if she deserved it, you would really spank her?" she
 pressed.
 
 "Yes," I said.
 
 She was silent for a few minutes, though she was squirming on me a
little.  Then she said quietly, "It really wasn't just her fault.  I
was the one that did it.  I should be the one that gets spanked."
 
 I looked down at her, and she was looking at me with an expression
that crossed eagerness with fear.  I thought about what she was
saying, and I realized that I might have touched on a deep seated
fantasy.
 
 "So you were a bad girl, and you deserve a spanking?" I asked.
 
 "Yes," she said in a small voice.
 
 I pushed her off of me and sat up.  I looked at her and asked, "Are
you ready to get a spanking on your bare bottom?"
 
 "Yes," she breathed.
 
 I swung my legs off the bed and said, "Lie over my lap."
 
 She quickly clambered over my lap, sticking her ass up into the air.
I repositioned her slightly so that her ass was up, but her legs were
spread.  I could see my cum still dripping out of her pussy.  I ran my
fingers up her crack and she gasped.
 
 "How many spanks do you think someone who tricked me like this
 deserves?" I asked.
 
 "Five?" she answered nervously.
 
 "Not even close," I said softly.  "For this, Karen would have gotten
50." Sandy gasped when she heard that.  "Since you so generously
agreed to take them in her place, I'll only give you 25."
 
 I raised my hand and slapped it down across one cheek.  She let out
something between a cry and a moan, and I dipped my fingers down over
her clit.  I resumed spanking, slowly, and between each spank I rubbed
her ass and toyed with her pussy.  Juices were practically pouring out
of her.  "Are you such a bad girl that you get excited by a spanking?"
I asked rhetorically.
 
 She groaned and tried burying her head in the mattress, but three
more rapid spanks and she was cumming on my leg.  I squeezed her clit
as she was cumming, and it caused her to buck even more.  She
collapsed on my lap, and I took the opportunity to lick her juices off
of my finger.  Despite her protestation to the contrary, she was
delicious.
 
 I let her lay on my lap for a few more minutes, gently rubbing her
red ass.  Eventually, she rolled around, so that she was on my lap
face up.  "You know," she told me, "if you ever feel like you need to
spank Karen, you could take it out on me instead."
 
 "What if I feel the urge during the day at school?" I asked.
 
 "I know some private places we can go," she said.
 
 I ran my fingers through her pussy hair, thinking about her kink,
when she asked, "Would you really have given Karen 50 spanks?" she
asked.
 
 "If you hadn't taken them for her?  Yes."
 
 "I hope she appreciates it," Sandy said.
 
 "I'll make sure she thanks you," I told her.  "So, did I redeem the
 male race?"
 
 "Oh, you certainly did," she said, and she pulled me down for a kiss.
 
 I got ready to go, asking her not to get dressed while I did it.  I
wanted to see her naked body for longer.  As I was getting ready to
go, I thought of a way that I could use her kink both to help me, as
well as to release some of her inhibitions.  "You know," I told her as
she walked me to her front door.  "Really bad girls get lots of
spankings.  You know the ones; the ones who suck guys off, the ones
who insist on getting eaten out.  Those girls deserve spankings all
the time." I leaned in and kissed her, dipping a finger into her pussy
at the same time.  I leaned in, starting to finger her seriously as I
whispered in her ear.  "Those girls sometimes are spanked daily.  And
with each spanking, they are forced to cum.  Those bad girls cum and
cum.  Do you know any bad girls who would cum so much?  Girls who
would suck boys they hardly even know, just because they spank them?
Girls who would spread their legs and beg for someone to lick their
dirty, dirty pussies.  Do you know anyone like that?"
 
 "Yes!  Yes!" she screamed.  "Yes!  I know a dirty, bad girl like
that!  Yes!" She came again on my finger.  She slid down the wall,
collapsing on the floor as the orgasm overcame her.
 
 She laid panting and watching me as I removed my finger from her
lovely twat and licked it off.  "Mmmm," I said.  "Delicious." I kissed
her briefly and then said, "See you in school," and I walked out the
door.
 


Chapter Twenty-Four: Karen's Punishment



 The next morning in school I passed Sandy in hall, and she said, "Hi,
Jake!" in a very sexy voice.  I got funny looks from a couple of her
friends that were with her.  Later in the day, I saw Karen in the
hall, and she looked nervous.  I just gazed at her steadily, not
giving anything away.  I skipped lunch, because I knew if I went she
would sit next to me.  She passed me a few times during the day, and I
just looked at her, neither angrily nor happily.  She got more and
more nervous as the day went on.
 
 After school I went directly home.  I waited until I knew that she
was home, then I called over to her house.  Kari answered the phone,
but I asked to speak to Cheri.  When Cheri picked up, I said, "Cheri,
have Kari pick out clothes to wear to school tomorrow and bring her
over here now."
 
 "But this is a school night," she began.
 
 "Also, bring over a whip, because slaves that question their masters
need to be punished," I told her.
 
 "Yes, sir.  I'll have her there shortly."
 
 I smiled and went downstairs to prepare.  In about fifteen minutes,
Girl ushered in a very nervous looking Kari and a contrite Cheri, who
was carrying a whip.
 
 "Let's go downstairs," I told them.  They followed me, and I led them
to the dungeon.  Neither of them had been down here before, in fact,
neither knew that it even existed.  I led them in, and the both gasped
when they saw it.  It probably didn't look as scary as some dungeons,
but it was scary enough, especially to a neophyte.  We had some
interesting freestanding equipment, and there were whips, chains,
paddles, clamps and other scary equipment on the walls.  Part of the
dungeon was carpeted and part was tiled, with a drain for use on
moister activities.
 
 "We'll deal with you, first, Cheri," I said.  "Get up here."
 
 I had her climb onto a horse, her knees on the padded rests, her body
slung over the horse.  I pushed up her short skirt, exposing her ass,
and under it her anus and pussy.  "Do you know why you are up here?" I
asked.
 
 "I questioned an order that you gave me," she said.
 
 "And what do you deserve for that?" I asked.
 
 "An extremely severe punishment," she said.  "Fifty lashes."
 
 "Fifty!" I exclaimed.
 
 "A slave should never question an order," she said.
 
 "I appreciate that, but I'll save fifty for when I think you do
something really inappropriate," I told her.
 
 "What could be more inappropriate than questioning an order?" she
 asked.
 
 "Disobeying one," I told her.  "You obeyed my order almost
immediately.  Ten is what you'll get."
 
 "As you command," she said.
 
 Kari watched as I lashed her mother.  I did it medium strength, and
she grunted with each one.  At the end, her bottom was red.  She
stayed where she was as I went over and retrieved a butt-plug.  I
inserted it and said, "Since you were concerned about bringing Kari to
me, you will wear this until you see Kari next.  You may only take it
out if you need to use the bathroom, and then you must immediately
reinsert it, without adding any lube.  Do you understand?"
 
 "Yes, sir.  May I use it to masturbate tonight?"
 
 "You may, as long as it doesn't come out of you," I told her with a
 smile.
 
 I helped her up and said, "You may go home now."
 
 She started up the stairs, then turned and asked, "May I ask what you
will be doing to Kari?" she inquired.
 
 "You may not," I told her.
 
 "Very well, sir," she said, and went upstairs.
 
 I turned to Kari, who looked exceedingly nervous, and I said,
 "Strip!"
 
 She was nude in about three seconds.  She dropped to her knees and
bowed her head.  "I'm sorry, Jake."
 
 "For what?" I asked.
 
 "For telling Sandy about you," she said.
 
 "At least you know why you are here," I said.  "Stand up."
 
 I maneuvered her over to a piece of equipment that I particularly
liked.  It had a frame, with cuffs that I attached to her wrists and
ankles.  She was bound, spread eagle, with her hands above her and her
feet outspread.  There was a strap attached around her waist, another
just below her breasts and a last one around her forehead.  She could
not move at all, but I flicked a switch, and it released a locking
mechanism, so that I could rotate the assembly.  I twirled it slowly
once, and she shrieked briefly as it flipped her completely over.
 
 "This is an interesting device," I told her.  "It lets me move you
around in any position.  It also has these adjustments so that I can
move you up and down, and these others that allow me to adjust your
neck supports." I moved the device down a little, then adjusted the
neck so that her head was leaned back.  It was a perfect position for
me to stand in front of her and feed her my cock.  She took it, and I
pushed in farther than she had taken it before.  She choked a little,
but she could do nothing about it.
 
 I swung her back up into a comfortable position and said, "Now tell
 me about it."
 
 "About what?" she asked.
 
 "Tell me about all the events that led Sandy to get fucked
 yesterday," I said.
 
 "I was hanging out with Sandy and a bunch of her friends last week.
We're not really close any more, but we used to play together.  Now,
every now and then, she invites me over to hang.  This time she was
talking with her friends about boys - actually, every time that is a
topic of conversation.
 
 "She was complaining about her boyfriends.  She said that all the
guys she had been with were either wimps or assholes.  She said that
they only thought about themselves.  They pawed her or they were
scared of her, and regardless of what she did, they only cared about
themselves and they never got her off.  In fact, she said that she
never came with a guy, that she always had to masturbate afterwards.
 
 "A bunch of her friends agreed.  They'd had slightly better luck, but
they agreed that guys only cared about their own feelings, not about
the girl they were with.  I couldn't help it.  I was thinking about
you, and how you made me feel, and I blurted out, 'Not everyone'.
 
 "They all looked at me like I had grown a second head.  I guess they
all assumed that I was a shy virgin, because I never even dated.  I
guess that used to be true.  So Sandy says, 'Do tell!  Is there some
super stud out there that we don't know about?"
 
 "I tried to tell them to forget it, but they kept pressing, so I
said, 'You wouldn't be interested, because he is much younger than
you.' That just got them all riled up.  Maggie said, 'You don't mean
to tell me that super stud is a junior?' I shook my head, and she
asked, 'Sophomore?'
 
 "When I nodded, Sandy said, 'I don't buy it.  Maybe you just don't
have enough experience to know what a good lover really is.' Jake, I
couldn't leave it at that.  I may not have had many lovers, but I know
that you are amazing.  I couldn't have her saying that you were less
than that.  So I said, 'You don't know what the hell you are talking
about.  I'll bet $100 that he is the best lover that you've ever met.'
 
 "They really looked at me in shock.  I was being really aggressive,
and they had never seen me like that.  Sandy just laughed and said,
'And how are you going to prove that?' I told her, 'You'll have to
sleep with him!' She laughed again, and said, 'Won't you mind me
sleeping with your boyfriend?' I told her, 'He's not my boyfriend.
He's just a guy who makes me cum over and over every time that we get
together.'
 
 "Sandy said, 'I don't think so,' but Maggie pushed her.  She said,
'If you think guys suck so much, why don't you try Karen's sophomore?
He couldn't be much worse than the other guys you've had, and in the
worst case, you've made $100.' Sandy still looked doubtful, and said
'All I need is some snot-nosed sophomore going on about how he slept
with the head cheerleader!'
 
 "I told her, 'You don't have to worry about that.  He has more
experience than any other sophomore, and you'd never know it.  He
doesn't talk.' She still looked doubtful, but the others pushed her as
well, so she said she'd take the bet.  She asked who it was, and it
was then that I realized that I made a huge mistake.  I didn't ask you
if I could tell people about us, and I didn't know how you would feel.
I was putting you on the spot, and I knew that I would be punished for
it, but I couldn't help it.  After I had talked you up, I couldn't
have them believing that I was making it all up, that I had an
imaginary lover.  So I told them that it was you.  Sandy didn't seem
disgusted, and you know what happened next.
 
 "So, did she discuss what happened?" I asked.
 
 "Yes, she did," Kari said.
 
 "With you, or with all of them?" I asked.
 
 "All of them.  Since you didn't come to lunch, I sat with them.  They
were discussing what might have happened when Sandy came in and
plopped $100 in front of me.  Sarah asked, 'Was he that good?' and
Sandy said, 'Better.' After that, they wouldn't leave her alone,
clamoring for details.  She said, 'I don't kiss and tell,' but they
just laughed and said, 'Yes you do!' So she said, 'I won't give
details, but I'll just say no other guy has been able to get me off,
but Jake got me off four times.'
 
 "Maggie shrieked, '4 times!' and a bunch of people at other tables
looked over at us.  We all laughed, but Sandy blushed.  Sandy said,
'Not only that...' and she waited.  Sarah said, 'Not only what?' and
Sandy said, 'Not only that, but he seemed to figure out my deepest,
darkest fantasy and made it come true.' I couldn't help myself, I
said, 'Oh, yeah!'
 
 "All the others kept trying to get our fantasies that you made come
true, but neither of us would tell.  I'm sorry to say it Jake, but
your reputation just got much, much better.  In fact, I think that all
the others are waiting for is to see if any rumors go around about the
head cheerleader and a sophomore.  If there are none, I think you are
going to be getting some interesting offers."
 
 I shook my head.  I couldn't honestly say that I had minded my time
with Sandy, but I was wondering what it would be like to be the school
stud. Ah well, I'd cross that bridge when I came to it.  Meanwhile, I
had Kari to deal with.
 
 "So, do you have any idea what your punishment will be for this
 infraction?" I asked.
 
 "No, Jake," she said, nervous again.
 
 "You've caused me to have more sex, so I figure an apt punishment
should be in kind," I informed her.  "So, you are going to be on this
contraption until 7:00 AM tomorrow.  Between now and then, you will be
played with frequently, and you will cum at least once an hour,
usually more.  You might smile now, and think it is not a punishment,
but we'll see how you feel tomorrow.  Let's begin."
 
 I adjusted her head position and leaned her horizontally, her back to
the floor.  Then I got a stool and put it between her legs.  I sat
down, staring at her split pussy.  I got up and adjusted the device so
that her legs were opened wider, then I sat back down.  I grabbed her
ass and pulled my head into her crotch, licking her up and down.  I
indulged myself, feasting on Kari's delicious twat for at least 30
minutes.  Kari's didn't have specific orgasms; it was more like she
was cumming for most of that half hour.  She cried, 'Enough' lots of
times, but it wasn't enough for me.  Finally, I had enough, and I
rotated her so that she was again horizontal, but now facing down.  I
adjusted the height and stood between her legs as I sank my cock into
her ass.  I pounded, not paying much attention to her arousal, just
getting myself off, but I know that she came at least once more.
 
 After I came, I got a small, vibrating butt-plug and inserted it.
Then I put her in a nearly vertical position where she could rest.
"Someone will be back at least once an hour to play with you," I said.
"In the meantime, you can examine the room and see what else I could
have put you though."
 
 "Someone else?  Not you?" she asked.
 
 "You don't think that I could satisfy you every time?" I asked.  "I
 need to get help."
 
 "Who?" she asked nervously.
 
 "Does it make a difference?" I asked.  "It's not like you can do
 anything about it."
 
 Before walking out, I said, "By the way, if other girls approach me,
and I take them up on it, I will be punishing you the same way.  Each
and every time." Then I turned the butt-plug on low, gave her a kiss,
and left her.
 
 +++++
 
 I went upstairs and got a snack.  My parents came home, and I
explained to them what I was doing to Karen, though not why.  They
complimented me on my creativity, which made me feel nice, though they
warned me to keep her well hydrated, and to think about what I would
do when she needed to get rid of all of those fluids.  I had a snack,
and then I went downstairs again, taking a cup with a straw.  Kari's
eyes lit up when she saw that it was me and not someone else.  I gave
Kari a drink, then went off to get other toys.  I attached vibrating
clamps to her nipples and inserted a vibrator into her pussy.
 
 "Hold that in there," I told her.  "If it falls before you cum, then
I'll strap it in and leave it on high for the next hour." Her eyes got
wide and I saw her stomach clench as she gripped it.  It was going to
be hard for her however, because her pussy was very slick.
 
 I leaned her forward and kissed her.  I liked kissing her, making out
with her, so I did that for a while.  She got more and more worked up
until I heard her gasp.  The thunk of the vibrator hitting the floor
came after her orgasm, so she escaped punishment.
 
 I went up to dinner, but I asked my father for a favor.  I watched on
the video feed (yes, there was a video feed; we had to make sure that
anyone confined was OK) as my father went downstairs.  Kari's eyes
widened when she saw him.  She knew that he was aware of my
activities, that he had spoken at length with her mother, but this was
her first experience as a slave with him.  He came in and went to the
wall and retrieved a paddle.  She looked extremely nervous, but he
just smiled at her and said, "Something for later.  Hope that I didn't
disturb you," and he came upstairs.
 
 I watched as Kari's muscles visibly relaxed.  When Dad came upstairs,
he laid the paddle on the table and said, "You know, now that I
brought this up, I'm going to have to use it."
 
 Mom came up to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek and said, "Thank
 you, honey."
 
 After dinner, rather than going down myself, I had Girl go down.  I
told her to do whatever she wanted to please Kari, although she could
not hit her.  She went down and offered Kari more water.  In fact,
when Kari said she'd had enough, Girl insisted that she have more.
When Girl was satisfied, she positioned Kari horizontally, face up.
She attached some supports and climbed on top of Kari in a 69
position.  She looked down at Kari and said, "You have not yet eaten a
woman, and I would not presume to have you do that without your
Master's presence.  However, you can look and see what one day he will
have you do." Then she lowered her head and started eating Kari.
 
 Kari responded wonderfully, and I could see Girl playing with the
settings of the butt- plug and using it to fuck Kari's ass.  I could
not tell how many times Kari came, but she was cumming for a very long
time.  When she was finished, Girl reset everything to the way that it
was when she arrived.
 
 I took the next trip, and by this time I was ready for more.  I
turned Kari over so that she was vertical, but upside down.  I made
the necessary adjustments, then knelt down and said, "My father
thought you were very sexy.  He asked if he could have a turn with
you, but I haven't decided if I should let him yet." Then I kissed her
and stood up, putting my cock in her mouth.  At the same time, her
pussy was right in front of my face, so I began feasting on her.  I
ate her and fucked her mouth until I was ready to cum, then I pulled
out and came on her face and chest.  I put her back to her resting
position, and kissed her before I left.
 
 The next session was with Girl again.  She put on a strap-on
vibrating dildo and fucked Kari in the pussy.  It was short and to the
point, and it made Kari cum.
 
 I sent my mother down next.  I was unsure of it, but I asked her, and
she was willing.  First, she checked on Kari, asking her how she was
doing.  Kari was extremely embarrassed by having my mom there, but she
said she was doing OK.  My mom gave her water and some grapes, then
said, "Time for your next session." Kari was unable to stop her as she
took a vibrating bullet and put it right on her clit.  My mother put
her through a whole series of orgasms before she stopped, gave her
another drink, and left her.
 
 I went down next, my last visit before bed.  "How are you doing,
 Kari?" I asked.
 
 "OK," she said.
 
 "Just OK?  Is it still fun, or do you feel like it's a punishment?" I
 asked.
 
 "A little of both," she replied.  "I can't believe that you sent your
parents down.  I can't believe that your mother made me cum!"
 
 "Would you like my father to as well?" I asked.
 
 "No!" she said.
 
 "Would you like me to?" I asked.
 
 "Yes, please, Jake.  Please make me cum again!" she begged.
 
 I was happy to oblige.  I kissed her for a while, running my hands
all over her sweaty body.  I went over and pulled out a full length
mirror and wheeled it in front of Kari.  I stepped behind her and
started running my hands over her front.  I tilted her back just a
bit, so that she could see me playing with her pussy.
 
 "Do you want to know why I haven't spanked you?" I asked.
 
 "Yes," she panted.
 
 "Because before I left Sandy's, she offered to take your spanking.  I
spanked her instead of you," I said.
 
 "That was nice of her, but now I miss out," she said.  I watched her
trying to think about it while I played with her nipples and clit.
 
 "That was her deep, dark fantasy wasn't it?  She wanted to be
 spanked," she said.
 
 "It was, though if you tell anyone, I'll tell your deep, dark fantasy
as well," I said.  "In fact, she's offered to take your place every
time I want to spank you.  I don't think I'll take her up on that each
time, but I will every time that I have you down here."
 
 "That's so nice of you," she said, and I knew that she understood
Sandy as well as herself.  I rubbed her clit hard until she came, then
I moved around in front of her.  I kissed her and said, "I'm going to
bed now.  Have a fun night."
 
 "That's all for the night?" she asked.
 
 "No, but someone else will be down while I'm asleep," I told her.
 
 "OK," she said.
 
 I lowered the lights and put on some soothing music to help her
sleep.  On the other hand, I strapped on a clit vibrator set to low,
so that might have made it more difficult.  Oh, well.  Don't do the
crime if you can't do the time.  I went up to bed, with strict
instructions for Girl.  She was to go down for the next three hours,
then wake me up for the fourth.  She was to use her mouth once, a
strap on in her pussy once, and a strap on in her ass once.
 
 The next thing I knew, someone was nursing on my cock.  "Sir, you
requested that I wake you now."
 
 I let her continue to suck on me as I asked, "How is she doing?"
 
 "She's OK, but she is very tired, and she really needs to pee," she
told me.  I let her continue working me up for a minute, then I went
down to Kari.  She seemed very pleased to see me.
 
 "Oh, Jake!  Thank god!" she said.
 
 "What's up?" I asked.
 
 "I really have to pee, but Girl said that only you could release me,"
she told me.  "Can you let me out for a minute so that I can pee?"
 
 "No," I told her.
 
 "But I'm going to burst!" she cried.
 
 "I don't think so, but if you need to pee, then pee," I told her.
 
 "Like this?" she said.
 
 "Right now," I replied.
 
 "But you're here," she said.
 
 "Well, if you don't go now, then after I'm done with you I'm going to
turn you over.  Then, when you do pee, it will go all over you.  Which
is worse?"
 
 She groaned, but then she let loose.  The rack was over the tiled
floor, so there was no damage done.  It was the first time I had seen
a girl pee, and it was interesting.  It didn't gross me out, and I
thought that I would have to explore this more.  For now, however, I
just enjoyed the show.  When she was done, I went up and kissed her.
"That was very well done," I said.
 
 "Thank you, Jake," she replied.  She was really flagging, but I
wasn't done with her.  First things first, I hosed down the floor to
get rid of the remaining urine, or the stench would have gotten bad.
Then I hugged her sweaty body and pulled all of the vibrators out of
her.
 
 "Oh God, I can't believe how it feels not to have those," she said.
 
 "Don't get used to it," I said, smiling to take the sting out of my
words.  I looked at her pussy.  It was caked with her juices, which
had congealed everywhere.  I ran my tongue through it and it was ripe.
 
 I stood back up and asked, "How would you like to cum?"
 
 "Will you hold me and fuck me?" she asked.
 
   I did as she asked, holding her as I gently made love to her.  As I
fucked her, I whispered, "You are such a good, obedient slave.  I love
how you cum for me so well.  I love how you take your punishment.  How
you enjoy it.  You are so good, my Kari." I continued to whisper
things like that, stroking slowly into her, building her higher and
higher, until she came.  I didn't cum, but I stopped anyway, because I
was saving myself for the last time.
 
 "Only a few more hours," I told her before I left.  I didn't replace
the various devices that had been attached to or inserted into her,
deciding to give her a little respite.  However I instructed Girl to
replace them the next time that she was down.  Girl took the next two
shifts, then it was 6:00 AM, and I went down for a final round and to
release her.
 
 "Did you have a good night?" I asked.
 
 "Yes, Jake, I did, but I am tired and I have to pee," she said.
 
 "Pee for me here again, then I'll release you and give you a shower."
She didn't even hesitate.  Moments later, urine was streaming from
her.  I watched her until she was finished, then I hosed down the
floor and detached her from the rack.  I had a chair ready, because
when she came down she could barely stand.  I let her sit for a few
moments, then I helped her upstairs to my bathroom.  I sat her on the
side of the tub as I filled it.
 
 When the tub was ready, I helped her in, and I got in with her.  I
washed the cum, sweat and urine off of her, then I shampooed and
massaged her head.  I flipped her over so that she was lying face to
face with me and said, "You still owe me one more cum." She groaned,
but she could feel my hard cock, so she climbed on and sank her abused
pussy onto my cock.  She rode me, albeit lethargically, until she was
able to cum, splashing water all around us, then I let myself go in
her pussy.
 
 We got out of the tub and I helped her do her hair, then we both got
dressed and went down for breakfast.  "I have no idea how I am going
to stay awake in school today," she groaned.
 
 "You'll have to," I said.  "It's part of the punishment.  How do you
feel about others asking me for stud service now?"
 
 She looked at me, and at Girl, and said, "I still want them to.  I
want to get you all the pussy you can handle."
 
 I was surprised, and I looked at Girl, demanding, "Is this your
 work?"
 
 "I didn't suggest this, sir, but I think it is a very good idea!"
 
 "You're willing to go through this every time?" I asked.
 
 "I don't have a choice," Kari said.
 
 I shook my head and went back to my breakfast.  My parents came in,
and to her utter embarrassment, both complimented her on her
fortitude.  We went off to school, and Kari managed to make it through
the day without falling asleep.
 


Chapter Twenty-Five: Sarah



 Kari was right.  Just a few weeks later, I was sitting in the
cafeteria, talking with Kari, when Sarah approached us.  "Can I talk
to you for a minute?" she asked.  "Alone."
 
 I had a good idea what this was about, and by the smirk on her face,
so did Kari.  "Sure," I said.  "One minute." I turned to Kari and
whispered in her ear, "Finish your lunch, my Kari, then go to the
bathroom.  I want you to masturbate to at least one cum.  When you are
done, you may not clean yourself off in any way.  If I am going to
have to think about sex, so are you!"
 
 "Yes, sir!" she said, snapping off a mock salute.
 
 Sarah sat across from me, clearly trying to steel herself up to talk
to me.  While I waited, I examined her.  She was a natural redhead
with light red hair.  Her skin was creamy, covered with a sprinkling
of very light freckles.  She was well padded; not fat, just what
looked like a little baby fat.  Her tits were probably only a B, but
when she wore a low-cut shirt, they looked so creamy, so soft, like
two scoops of the tastiest vanilla ice cream.  I'd always wondered if
her pubic hair was the same color as the hair on her head.  If my
hunch was right, I'd probably find out.
 
 "I know about Sandy and Karen," she began.
 
 "What about Sandy and Karen?" I asked.
 
 "I know that you slept with them, and I know that you made them feel
great, that you fulfilled their fantasies," she said.
 
 She looked at me for confirmation, but I wasn't giving her any.
 
 "I want you to do that for me," she said.
 
 "What do you want me to do?" I asked.
 
 She looked around, then leaned forward and said, "I want you to make
my fantasy come true."
 
 "And what is your fantasy?" I asked.
 
 "I can't tell you here.  Can you come to my house tonight at 8 and we
can discuss it?"  she asked.
 
 "That's pretty late.  How long will we be �... discussing it for," I
 asked.
 
 She blushed, a beautiful pink, and rushed to say, "No, I don't mean
that.  It's just that my parents are going out to a meeting, so we can
talk about it in private.  It can't be more than about a half hour, or
my parents might come back.  Could you, please?"
 
 "OK," I said.
 
 I passed Kari in the hall later and grabbed her.  "So good to see
you," I said, kissing her hand.  It smelled terrific.  She stuck her
tongue out at me, and I said, "The next time I come over, I am going
to take that tongue, and put some of what is on your hands on it."
 
 Her tongue quickly retracted, and I said, "Can't wait," before I
 wandered off.
 
 +++++
 
 Later I bumped into Sandy, and I said, "I understand that you've been
 talking about me."
 
 "I might have bragged a little," she said.
 
 "I hope you didn't puff me up too much," I said.
 
 "I only told the truth," she said, laughing.  "Can I help it if
people might have been - intrigued - by the truth?"
 
 "You made an offer to me when we were together," I said quietly.
 "Does it still stand?"
 
 Her eyes got wider and her breathing quickened.  "Come home with me
after school, and we'll discuss it," she told me.
 
 I met her in front after school, and we drove to her house.  She took
me to the living room and said, "What offer did you mean?"
 
 "The one where you would take the spanking that I was planning to
give to Karen," I said.
 
 "Were you going to punish her?" she asked.  "Did you save it for me?"
 
 "Not yet," I said.  "I'll tell you a secret.  I did punish Karen for
talking about me, but I didn't spank her as part of that punishment,
because you had taken it for her.  But I also told her that she was
going to be punished in the same way, every time that I was with
someone as a result of what she said.  Are you willing to take the
spankings for those times as well?"
 
 "Yes," she said.
 
 "OK, then," I said, standing.  "I'll come see you when it happens."
 
 "Wait," she said.  "You're not going to punish me now?"
 
 "You haven't done anything to show me that you are a bad girl who
deserves it, and I am not planning on punishing Karen until after I am
with someone else."
 
 "But I am a bad girl," she said.  "I've been having these awful
thoughts.  I've been thinking of boys, putting their mouths on, you
know, a dirty place."
 
 "Well, I don't believe that anyone should be punished for their
thoughts.  People can't help the thoughts that they have.  You should
only be punished for your actions."
 
 I started to the door and she asked, "But what if someone did that to
 me?"
 
 "Who would do that?  Why would they?"
 
 "You would, because I begged you to!" she said.
 
 "You would beg me?" I asked.
 
 "Yes!" she stood up and slipped her shorts and panties off, then sat
on the couch and spread her legs.  "Please, will you lick me?"
 
 "But last time I tried, you pushed me away.  You told me it was
 dirty."
 
 "It is, but I want it so bad.  Please?" she begged.
 
 I walked back to her, looking at her naked pussy.  "I'll make you a
deal.  I'll lick your nasty pussy, but in return, you have to suck on
my cock.  Will you do that, you bad little girl?"
 
 She looked shocked that I would ask her that, but she nodded her
head.  "And then I'd deserve a spanking?" she asked hopefully.
 
 "Probably more than one," I said.
 
 "Oh, god, yes!" she moaned, leaning back and spreading her legs
further, holding her lips open with her fingers.  I couldn't ignore an
invitation like that.  I knelt down and dove in.  Dirty it wasn't.  It
was sweet.  It was juicy.  It was wet.  Sandy started gasping almost
immediately, and when I added my fingers to the mix, she shrieked.
 
 "Oh, it's so good!" she moaned.
 
 "I thought it was disgusting," I said.
 
 "It is.  It's disgusting.  It's nasty.  Don't stop, please!" she
 cried.
 
 I didn't stop, not until she had cum all over my face.  While she was
recovering, I pulled my clothes off.  I slipped under her and grasped
her tit in one hand while I rubbed her ass with the other.
 
 "Are you going to spank me?" she asked, breathlessly.
 
 "How could I not, when you were so nasty that you begged me to eat
you, even when you admit it's disgusting!" I spanked her hard.  I
didn't bother counting.  I figured that as long as Sandy was squirming
and moaning under my hand, I should keep going.  I would spank her
four or five times, then bury my fingers in her pussy.  The whole time
that I was doing that, she was squirming, rubbing her stomach on my
rock hard cock.  I must have cycled like that five or ten times before
she came on my fingers.
 
 I rubbed her ass as she squirmed some more, then I said, "I believe
there is another part of the bargain that you need to keep."
 
 She got up on her hands and knees next to me.  "I could feel this on
my stomach the whole time that I was being spanked." She jerked it up
and down a little.
 
 "Well, your squirming ensured that you will not have to have it in
your mouth for too long."
 
 "It's a really dirty thing to do," she said.  Then she licked the
length of it with her tongue.  "It doesn't taste bad." She licked all
around, then sucked the head in.  As I said, I was already close to
the edge from the events of the day, so she didn't really get enough
time to do a proper blow job.  Still, seeing the head cheerleader
looking up at me with my cock in her mouth... not something I was
going to forget any time soon.
 
 I thought about cumming in her mouth.  In fact, I was thinking about
not even warning her, to see what happened when something that dirty
went into her mouth.  But I decided that I had a better use for my
cum.  I pulled out of her mouth and got up, pushing her down so that
her ass was in the air.  I started spanking her again as I stroked
myself, and soon I was spurting on her ass.
 
 "Oh, what are you doing?" she asked.
 
 "Giving you a soothing cream for your red ass," I said.
 
 "You came on my ass?" she said in shock, looking back at me, seeing
my cock dripping cum on her.  "Oh, you did!"
 
 I spanked her some more, moving my sticky cum all over, while my
fingers were busy on her clit.  Soon she was cumming again, and she
collapsed on the couch.  I sat next to her, stroking her hair as she
recovered.  "And you said that I was the nasty one!  I can't believe
that you came on my ass."
 
 "It's such a lovely ass!" I said.  I kissed her forehead and said,
 "I've got to go."
 
 "Why do you have to leave?" she asked.
 
 "I promised Sarah I'd go to her house for a few minutes tonight," I
 replied.
 
 "What are you going to do to Sarah?" she asked.
 
 "Let me just tell Sarah how lovely your ass gets when it's so red,
then I'll let you know," I said.
 
 "You wouldn't!" she cried.
 
 "If you don't ask about other people, I won't tell other people about
 you," I said.
 
 "Fair enough," she said.
 
 +++++
 
 I went home and showered and did my homework, then went over to
Sarah's house.  She was very nervous as she led me to the kitchen
table.
 
 "If you're this nervous, maybe it's not really for you," I suggested.
 
 "I'm not nervous about what I'm going to ask for, just that I'm
asking it.  I'm worried about what will happen if people find out,"
she told me.
 
 "Well, I promise that I won't tell anyone about what you tell me," I
 said.
 
 She nodded and then said, "OK, here's the thing.  I've dated a bunch
of guys, and I've slept with a few.  The thing is..." She paused for a
minute, then said in a rush, "I want to sleep with a woman!"
 
 "I'm not sure if you noticed this, but I'm a guy," I said.
 
 "I know that, you idiot," she said, hitting my arm.  Now that she had
gotten it off her chest, she seemed a little more relaxed.  "I've
always been curious about girls.  But I couldn't do anything with
someone I know.  Also, I think I'd be too nervous just with a girl
alone; if I do I'd feel like I was a lesbian and I'd freak out.  So I
thought that you might know someone, someone that no one else knows,
that wouldn't spread stuff around about me, and you could both do me."
 
 She looked down shyly, then looked up hopefully.  "Do you think that
 you can?"
 
 I thought about it for a minute, then said, "I do know someone that
might fit the bill.  She might be a little aggressive with a sexy
virgin like you, though."
 
 "I'm not a virgin!" she exclaimed.
 
 "You've been with a girl before?" I asked.
 
 "Oh, you mean like that.  That's OK."
 
 "Are you sure?" I asked.
 
 "Yes," she said.
 
 "OK, then I'll call her tonight and let you know when and where
tomorrow at school," I informed her.
 
 "Thanks!" she said.  She jumped up and hugged me.  I hugged her back,
 then kissed her.
 
+++++

  
  
 When I got home, I made a call.  When a girl whose voice I didn't
recognize answered it, I asked, "Is Katherine there?"
 
 "Who is this?" she asked.
 
 "Jake," I replied.
 
 "Katherine, Jake's on the phone," she yelled.
 
 "Oooh, goody!" I heard, and Katherine came on.
 
 "Hi, Katherine," I said.  "How are you."
 
 "Good.  Are you calling for another round?" she asked.
 
 "Sort of, but not really.  I have a favor to ask." I explained the
request that I'd gotten, which necessitated explaining the whole
series of events leading up to it.  By the time that I was done,
Katherine was in tears laughing.  She asked me to describe Sarah, and
when I did, she agreed and gave me a time over the weekend when her
roommate would be gone, and we could turn her apartment into a den of
iniquity.
 
 "But after this, you owe me one!" she said.
 
 "So I am bringing you a virgin pussy eater, for you to train, and I
am going to owe you?" I asked.
 
 "OK, maybe I'll owe you.  Invite Cat over sometime and we'll be
 even."
 
 "I promise," I said.
 
 The next day in school, right towards the end of the day, I
approached Sarah.  She looked nervous as I took her from her friends
and I told her, "We are all set."
 
 "Really?" she asked, excitedly.
 
 "Really." I told her to pick me up and I'd direct her.  "There is one
other thing though.  This girl wants to know what you are like.  So
you need to go to the bathroom and masturbate." She looked at me in
shock.  "You can think about her when you are doing it.  Masturbate
through your panties, then when you've cum, use your panties to clean
yourself up.  Then put your panties in this bag, and I will deliver it
to her.  She'll masturbate all week smelling you."
 
 "Oh, God, I can't do that!" she said.
 
 "You have to," I told her.
 
 She was bright red when she stuffed the plastic bag into my backpack
later.  I thought that I might even share them with Katherine later
on.
 
  +++++
  
 I met Sarah late on Saturday morning, and we walked to the bus stop.
I couldn't wait until I turned 16 and learned how to drive.  "Are you
sure about this?" I asked.
 
 Sarah laughed nervously and said, "Yeah, I am." She looked at me for
a second then asked, "What would you do if I said I wasn't?  Wouldn't
this mystery woman be disappointed?"
 
 "Definitely," I said.  "But I'd go over and help her get over her
misery." She slugged my shoulder and laughed.
 
 While we waited I looked her over.  She was wearing tight jeans and a
sky blue shirt with a scooped neck, which showed her creamy breasts.
She saw me looking her over and asked, "What?"
 
 "I'm just admiring you," I said.  "I notice you usually dress to show
off your breasts.  It looks very nice."
 
 She blushed and said, "I don't have that much, so I want to display
them in their best light."
 
 "Well, you've succeeded admirably," I assured her.
 
 Just then the bus pulled up and we got on, sitting towards the back.
The bus was mostly empty, so Sarah felt comfortable talking to me.
"Will you tell me about this mystery girl?" she asked.  "Do you think
she'll like me?  Do you think I'll like her?"
 
 "I know she'll like you," I said with a grin.  "I think you'll like
her as well.  She's really pretty, and is so easy to be with; it's
like she lives life to the fullest. Plus, she knows that this is your
first time, and she'll make you very comfortable with what you're
going to do."
 
 "What if I chicken out?" she asked.
 
 "She'll understand completely, though she's likely to try and change
your mind," I told her.
 
 "What does she look like?" she asked.
 
 "Brown hair, about 5 feet, breast about the size of yours, and she
fucks like a mink," I said with a grin.
 
 "Jake," she shrieked, slugging my shoulder again.
 
 I rubbed my shoulder and said, "If you keep that up, I won't have use
of my arm, and that would disappoint Katherine too!"
 
 "Her name is Katherine?" Sarah asked.
 
 "Or Cat, depending on her mood," I replied.
 
 "How is this going to work?" she asked.
 
 "Well," I said, "when we walk in, Katherine will be naked.  I assume
she'll rip your clothes off and bury her face between your legs
immediately." She slugged my arm again.
 
 "OK, I actually don't know how this is going to work," I said
contritely.  "I assume that we'll get there, go in, make some small
talk, and eventually get to the part where we are all rolling together
on the bed.  Speaking of which, you said you wanted me there with you
when you did this so that you'd feel more comfortable.  Just how much
do you want me involved?"
 
 She mulled that over for minute, and then she said, "I guess there
are two reasons that I want you there.  First, you're someone I know,
so it's not like being with a total stranger.  Having you there will
be like my rock or touchstone; when I get nervous about being with
someone I don't know, I can look over at you.
 
 "Second, I know it's silly, but I'm afraid of being a lesbian.  I'm
worried that if I just have sex with a girl, I'll get all freaked out.
That's why I not only want you there to support me, but sometime today
I want you to screw me.  If I know that I am going to have a dick in
me, and that I'll enjoy it, I won't worry about being a lesbian."
 
 "How do you know I'll be able to make you enjoy it?" I asked.
 
 She looked at me sharply and said, "If half of the implications I've
heard are true, it won't be an issue."
 
 "I'll do the best I can," I told her.  "It's a large sacrifice, but
one that I'm willing to make for you."
 
 She slugged me again.  "Like you're not dying to get your hands on
 me!"
 
 "Well, truth be told, I've been hard since this morning thinking of
it," I told her.  She glanced down at my pants and she saw that I was
not kidding.
 
 Sarah glanced around the bus, and with a mischievous smile said,
 "Show it to me!"
 
 "Here?" I asked.
 
 She nodded.
 
 "You first," I said.
 
 "What do you mean?" she asked, losing a bit of her smile.
 
 "I've been thinking about what your breasts look like since the first
time you leaned over in front of me.  I've been dreaming of them.  I
want to see them."
 
 She looked around again and said, "If you've been imagining them for
so long, you'll probably be disappointed."
 
 "I doubt it," I said with an expectant smile.
 
 She smirked at me, put her hands behind her back, and wiggled around
in that way that all girls seem to know how to do, pulling her bra off
without exposing anything.  She stuffed it in her bag,, looked around
to make sure that no one could see her, and was just about to pull her
shirt up when I stopped her.
 
 "Not like that," I said.
 
 She looked at me quizzically and I said, "You wear all these low cut
shirts, and I always dream that I can see down them.  Just back up and
lean over so I can see down your front."
 
 She shrugged, but pushed herself back to the window and leaned over
towards me, pulling her shirt away from her front.  I looked at her
face a moment, then dropped my eyes to see what I had been dreaming
of.  It turns out that my mind had painted a nearly accurate picture.
She had the creamiest breasts I'd ever seen, dusted with freckles and
topped with nipples that were the lightest of pinks.
 
 "Oh, god!" I moaned.
 
 "Not what you expected?" she asked, sitting up.
 
 "Better than expected.  Perfect even," I replied.
 
 She grinned and then said, "Your turn!"
 
 "After what I've seen, I'm not sure I can pull it out," I said.  Now
it was me looking around, and when I saw that the coast was still
clear, I pulled my zipper down and unsnapped my button.  One final
glance and I pulled the front of my underwear down as far as I could.
My dick sprang out, even harder than I had told Sarah it was.
 
 "Oooh," she said, wrapping her hand around it.  "It's nice!" Then,
without even a glance around, she dipped down and slurped it into her
mouth.
 
 She bobbed up and down for a minute and I groaned, "Looks like you
really do like cock!"
 
 "Mmmm hhhhhh", she affirmed.
 
 "I'd love for you to continue for a really long time, but we're
coming up on our stop," I said moments later.
 
 She reluctantly pulled away, placing a little kiss on the tip.  She
patted it and I pulled my underwear back into place.  "I always did
love sucking cock," she said.  "It makes me very popular on dates."
 
 "It doesn't do anything to hurt your popularity with me," I told her
with a grin as I zipped up my pants.  I stood up, pulled her up by the
hand, taking a quick look down her shirt in the process, and we got
off of the bus.  We walked the three blocks to Katherine's apartment,
and walked to the front door.  I looked at Sarah and knocked.
 
 Catherine immediately opened the door, as if she was waiting for us.
Last time I picked her up at her apartment she had been dressed very
young.  This time she was dressed in jeans and a button down white
dress shirt with a thin white tank top peeking out from underneath.
She didn't look 15, but she didn't look more than 17 or 18 either.
Given that Sarah was a senior, they appeared close in age.
 
 "Come in," she said, gesturing for us to precede her.
 
 When we walked in, Katherine held out her hand and said, "You must be
Sarah.  You're even prettier than Jake described you!  I'm Cat."
 
 "Hi Cat, pleased to meet you," Sarah said, taking Cat's hand.
 
 Cat pulled Sarah in and gave her a light hug and a peck on the cheek.
Then she turned to me and said, "It has been entirely too long since
I've seen you!" and she wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me
quite a bit more than a peck.  When she pulled her tongue out of my
mouth, I glanced over at Sarah, who was watching us with a little grin
on her face.
 
 Cat glanced at what I was looking at and said, "You'll have to excuse
me.  I haven't seen Jake in a while, and it's hard to keep my hands
off of him."
 
 "Really?" Sarah asked.
 
 Cat glanced at me with a smirk and said, "I'll tell you what.  Ask me
that again tomorrow.  I've got drinks and snacks in the living room.
Come and follow me."
 
 We went into the apartment and Cat pointed to a chair for me.  She
and Sarah sat on the couch and started talking.  Very soon, they were
chatting like old friends, and I learned quite a bit about both of
them.  About 45 minutes after we arrived, Sarah said she had to go to
the bathroom, and Cat pointed her in the right direction.
 
 While Sarah was gone, Cat looked over at me with a smile and said,
"It looks like I'm going to owe you.  She's very cute and extremely
nice.  I don't know if I'm going to be able to stop after just one
afternoon."
 
 "That's between the two of you," I said.  "I'm just here to
 chaperon."
 
 "Chaperon my ass!" she exclaimed.  Then she dropped to her knees in
front of me, and moments later I had the second girl of the day
sucking my cock.  I had leaned back and closed my eyes, enjoying the
sensation, when I heard a gasp in front of me.  I opened my eyes and
saw Sarah standing there, her hand over her mouth, watching Cat go
down on me.
 
 Cat slowly pulled her head back, releasing my cock from her mouth
with an audible 'pop', then turned her head and looked right at Sarah.
"Jake's a little excited," she said, waving my dick around.  "Want to
help me take the edge off him?"
 
 It was a good thing that when she asked me earlier, I didn't try and
tell Sarah how it was going to go, because this is not how I could
have imagined it.  Sarah nodded and walked over, dropping to her knees
next to Cat.  Cat held my cock out to Sarah, who licked it from base
to tip before sinking it into her mouth.
 
 "He's got a nice cock, doesn't he?" Cat asked.
 
 When her mouth was empty, Sarah said, "I like it."
 
 While Sarah was answering, Cat recaptured my cock with her mouth.  I
groaned as she took me deep into her mouth.  "Wow, you can deep
throat?" Sarah asked.
 
 Cat pulled back out and swung my dick over to Sarah.  "Yeah, it just
takes a lot of practice to get right.  You'll have to find some poor
soul willing to let you practice on them."
 
 Sarah pulled off of my cock, then laid her head on my thigh and
started licking up and down the side, looking right at Cat.  Cat
smiled back at her and started doing the same thing from the other
side.  They moved their heads all around, their tongues bumping into
each other, and soon they were locked into a French kiss, right over
my cock.  Cat continued stroking it in her fist, so I wasn't too
disappointed.
 
 Watching them kiss, as well as the feeling of Cat's hand on my cock
had me close to the edge.  "I'm going to cum," I hissed.
 
 Cat broke the kiss and pushed Sarah's head down to my cock.  "Take
his cum!" she demanded, "but don't swallow!" Sarah was a little slow,
because my first spurt hit her on the cheek, but the rest went right
into her hot mouth.  While Sarah sucked on the head, Cat kept pumping
me with her fist until I was dry.
 
 Sarah pulled her head off of my cock and looked at Cat, her mouth
tightly closed.  Cat smiled and leaned forward, first licking the
string of cum off of Sarah's cheek, then worming her tongue into
Sarah's mouth.  I watched the two of them kiss, moving my cum back and
forth between them, until Sarah pulled back and they both swallowed.
Sarah was watching Cat intently as she panted.  Then she lunged
forward, drilling her tongue into Cat's mouth.
 
 For the next ten minutes I was forgotten as they rolled around on the
floor, doing some extremely heavy petting.  Cat's hand went under
Sarah's shirt in the back, but quickly migrated to the front,
squeezing Sarah's delectable breast gently.  It wasn't long before
Sarah's hand was filled with Cat's breast; apparently Cat wasn't
wearing a bra either.
 
 Cat pulled away, groaning as Sarah squeezed her nipple.  Then she
pushed Sarah away and pulled Sarah's shirt over her head.  While
Sarah's arms were still tangled in her shirt, Cat pushed her down to
the floor and popped Sarah's breast into her mouth.  From what I could
see, the glance I had on the bus was confirmed; Sarah had remarkable
breasts.
 
 Sarah arched her back, and as soon as her hands were free, she
grabbed Cat's head, wrapped Cat's hair in her hand, and pulled Cat
tight to her breast.  Sarah pulled Cat back and forth between them,
though Cat had more than her tongue at work.  I could tell the exact
moment that Cat managed to worm her fingers under Sarah's panties and
into her cunt.  It was marked by a shriek as Sarah had her first
orgasm of the day.
 
 When Sarah came down a little, Cat moved up, her lips inches from
Sarah's and asked, "How was your first female induced orgasm?"
 
 "Great," she replied, "but I was 11 at the time, and I was the
 female."
 
 Cat smiled and moved even closer.  "And how do I compare?" she asked.
 
 "Where were you when I was 11?" Sarah asked, then moved in for a
long, lingering kiss.
 
 When Sarah broke the kiss, she pulled Cat's shirt off, then pulled
off the tank top underneath.  She hefted Cat's breasts as she examined
them.  She glanced up at Cat as she slowly took a nipple in her mouth.
I could see that Sarah was savoring the taste and texture as she
sucked on her first breast since she was an infant.
 
 Sarah pulled her mouth off and ran her fingers lightly over Cat's
breasts.  She said, "You know, I've been thinking about doing this for
months and months.  I was really nervous about if I would be able to
do it, and if I was going to like it, but I like it so far.  I like
you a lot."
 
 Cat smiled and said, "I like you too.  But I'd like you better with
less clothes on.  Come to my bedroom."
 
 Cat pushed herself up and pulled Sarah up into her arms.  They kissed
again, their breasts mashing together.  Then Cat grabbed Sarah around
her waist and turned her to face me.  "Going to join us?" she asked
with a grin.
 
 "Please do!" encouraged Sarah, as if I needed encouragement.
 
 Cat reached over and grasped Sarah's breast and turned to her to kiss
her.  Then she pulled Sarah's hand and they went into the bedroom.  I
looked down and saw that my cock was at full extension.  I stood up,
pulled off my clothes, and followed them to the bedroom.
 
 When I got to the bedroom, Cat was naked on the bed, lying on her
back with her head propped against the pillows.  Sarah was kneeling
between her knees, slowly examining Cat's whole body.  From the door I
could see Sarah's pale ass sticking up at me.  I moved slightly to the
side so that I could enjoy the sights in front of me.
 
 Cat looked up at me and winked as Sarah knelt down further.  Cat
spread her legs wider so that Sarah could take a good look at all her
naughty bits.  Sarah ran her fingers through Cat's labia, causing her
to gasp.  Then she looked Cat right in the eye as she swiped her
tongue through Cat's juicy pussy.
 
 "Mmmmm," she moaned, as she took another lick.  Then she really went
to work, digging in deep with her tongue.  Cat arched her back,
enjoying herself.  She smiled up at me and indicated that I should
have fun with Sarah.  I went around back again, and I could see
Sarah's bright pink lips peeking out of her red bush.  I had to have
some, so I laid on my back and slipped up between her legs.
 
 She must have been quite distracted, because she didn't notice me
until I pulled her ass down so that my tongue could spear into her
juicy hole.  She was delicious, though to be fair, I haven't tasted a
pussy yet that I didn't think was delicious.  She groaned happily,
which set Cat off into her first orgasm.  Sarah, however, didn't even
slow up; if anything, she began sucking harder.  Regretfully, I pulled
out from under Sarah.  She groaned again, this time in disappointment.
The disappointment didn't last too long, however, as I moved up behind
her, raised her hips and slipped my cock deep into her.
 
 Sarah actually pulled her mouth off of Cat as she screamed, "Yes!",
then she dove back in with renewed vigor.  I had come quite recently,
so it took me a while to get off.  Though they both had as well, they
didn't seem to have the same restriction, as both came over and over.
 
 Cat saw me getting close and said, "Cum on her ass!" I looked at her
quizzically and she said, "Don't waste it!  Cum on her ass!" Never one
to object with a naked women writhing beneath me, I pulled out, and
with just a few strokes, I spattered my cum over Sarah's ass, in her
ass crack, and watched as it dripped down over her engorged pussy.
 
 When I was done, Cat told me to come up to her.  I did as she asked,
and she pulled Sarah's head up and shoved her at my cock.  "Clean him
off," she demanded.  Sarah did as instructed and soon had my cock
shiny and clean.
 
 Meanwhile, Cat moved around behind Sarah and was licking my cum off
of Sarah's ass.  "Oh!" Sarah cried when she felt Cat's tongue worm
over her ass.  When she had gotten everything off, she leisurely
swiped at Sarah's lips and told her, "When we can get Jake up again,
he's going to fuck me, and he's going to cum in my pussy.  When he's
all done you're going to suck every drop out of me, aren't you?"
 
 "Oh god, yes!" she cried, attacking my cock again, attempting to
speed the process.  I, however, was not going to be rising quite that
quickly.
 
 "I know what will get him up fast," Cat said.  "I'll be right back."
 
 Cat left the room, and I pulled Sarah up into a kiss.  "Feeling very
 lezzy?" I asked.
 
 "How could I, with your cock giving me so many orgasms?" she asked.
She kissed me again, but I pushed her back so I could get my mouth on
those succulent tits.  She moaned as I enjoyed myself.
 
 "Oh my god!" Sarah exclaimed, and I looked up at her and saw her
looking at the door.  There in the doorway stood Cat, with a big fake
dick strapped between her legs.
 
 "Move over, Jake!  Let someone with a hard on get at her!" she said
 with a smile.
 
 I moved to the side and watched as Cat stalked towards a frozen
Sarah.  Cat climbed between Sarah's legs, pushing her back down onto
the bed.  "Ready to be fucked by a pro?" she asked.
 
 Sarah just nodded, so Cat positioned her dick at Sarah's opening.
"Hard or slow?" she asked.
 
 "Hard," Sarah whispered.  Cat complied and shoved into Sarah with one
thrust.  Sarah gasped, then gasped again as Cat quickly pulled out and
shoved back in.  Catherine was in very good shape, which she amply
demonstrated with the jackhammer thrusts she gave to Sarah.  I like to
think that I can screw a girl, but I would never have the stamina that
Cat had.
 
 Sarah quickly came to an orgasm, but Cat offered her the same mercy
that she had gotten - none.  Sarah appeared to go through 5 or 6
orgasms before she was begging Cat to stop.  Cat did, but moved over
to Sarah's head and said, "Thank my cock for making you come!" as she
pushed Sarah's head towards the plastic dick.
 
 "Thank you so much!" Sarah said as she cleaned the dick off with her
 tongue.
 
 Then Cat laid down next to Sarah and kissed her.  "Mission
accomplished," she said, looking over at me.  Sarah's eyes lit up as
she saw that my cock had risen once again.
 
 "Mmmm," Sarah said, reaching for me.
 
 Cat pulled her hand back, telling Sarah, "You got yours already, this
is for me!  But if you go to the bathroom, I left you a present on the
counter.  Try it on and let me see how you look in it.  I'll take care
of this in the meantime."
 
 Sarah slowly got up and started out of the room, looking back
longingly, though I'm not sure if it was me or Cat that she was
longing for.  As she walked out, Cat pulled me to the center of the
bed on my back.  She pulled off the strap on and wasted no time
straddling me and sinking her hot cunt on my cock.
 
 "How do you think we're doing?" she asked me as she started posting.
 
 "I'm having a good time!" I said.
 
 "And Sarah?" she asked.
 
 "I think she's doing great," I told her.
 
 "Me too," she said.  Then her mouth was otherwise occupied with my
 tongue.
 
 A few minutes later I heard Sarah come back in, and I looked over at
her.  She was wearing another strap on, this one with a smaller dildo.
"Are we going to take turns?"  she asked.
 
 "No, look on the nightstand," Cat said.
 
 Sarah walked over and picked up a tube.  "What's this for?" she
 asked.
 
 "That's for lubing up that cock so that you can fuck my ass," Cat
 replied.
 
 "What?" Sarah exclaimed.
 
 "I love a DP," Cat said.
 
 "A DP?"  Sarah asked.
 
 "Double penetration," Cat replied.  "I love one cock in my pussy and
another in my ass!"
 
 Sarah finally got it, and didn't seem too disgusted by it.  She
started moving towards Cat, who said, "Make sure you lube up your cock
well." Sarah complied, slathering on plenty of gel from the tube.
 
 Cat slowed down her movements until she was just making little
thrusts as Sarah climbed between our legs.  "Slow or hard?" Sarah
asked.
 
 Cat smiled over her shoulder and said, "Not slow, but not too hard."
 
 I felt Sarah adjusting position, then I felt the dildo pushing
against my cock through the wall of Cat's pussy.  "Yessssss!" Cat
hissed as Sarah pushed into her in one long, slow thrust, eventually
pressing her bush against Cat's ass.  Sarah and I just stayed there,
unmoving, as Cat adjusted, moving her hips just slightly.
 
 Cat leaned back, pulling Sarah to her for a kiss.  I took the
opportunity as she presented her breast to me and sucked on her
sensitive nipple.  She hissed into Sarah's mouth and then said, "OK
now, both of you do me!"
 
 It took a few minutes for Sarah and me to work out a rhythm that
worked, but by the time we did, Cat was flopping around between us,
whipping her head around and moaning.  Sarah leaned over Cat's back,
pushing her chest against me, and she leaned her head around Cat and
kissed me hard on my lips.  "Thank you for this," she said with a
smile, then she got back onto her knees and asked, "Slow or hard?"
 
 "Hard, dammit, give it to me hard!" Cat screamed.  Sarah grabbed
Cat's hips and started pounding into her, pulling her back and shoving
her forward with each stroke.  I just stopped moving and went along
for the ride.
 
 I took the opportunity to watch the two of them, Cat with her eyes
glazed in lust, sweaty and panting, clearly unable to put even a
single coherent thought together, and Sarah, her eyes clear with
purpose, shifting her glance between the spot where they were joined,
the back of Cat's head, and my face.  She smiled at me, and between
the sexy pair of them and the tight feeling of Cat's pussy wrapped
around my cock, I was soon shooting my load deep into Cat's pussy.
 
 "Yes!" screamed Cat as she felt my cock pulse.  "Give me all your
 cum!"
 
 I did as she asked, and I felt Sarah speeding her thrusts.  In just a
minute I felt Cat squeezing against my shrinking cock as she came yet
again.  "No more!" she groaned to Sarah, who seemed quite content to
keep pounding.
 
 Sarah slowed down, but Cat pushed her back and out of her.  Cat
flopped off of me and onto her back, trying to get her breath.  "Get
that off of her!" she told me, pointing to the strap on Sarah proudly
wore.  I took a deep breath and complied, helping Sarah remove the
straps.
 
 "Now get his cum out of me," Cat told Sarah.  Sarah started moving
between Cat's legs, but Cat said, "No, I want a chance at you, too!"
 
 I realized that Cat had shown remarkable restraint, as this was the
first time she was going to get a taste of Sarah.  She pulled Sarah's
legs over her head, and I watched the two of them eat each other.
Sarah licked all around Cat's pussy, picking up the cum that was
starting to drain out, before digging her tongue in to scoop out as
much as she could.  Cat, on the other hand, dove right in, as if she
wanted to bury her head in Sarah.
 
 They continued for a few minutes, until Cat's expert tongue brought
Sarah to an orgasm.  Then Cat flipped them over so that she was on
top.  She went up on her knees over Sarah's head and told her, "Watch
this!" She then started squeezing her stomach, and soon little globs
of cum started dripping out into Sarah's eager mouth.
 
 "Get over here," Cat demanded of me.  "I want a taste, too!" I moved
over to her and she slurped my shrunken cock into her mouth, cleaning
all of the remaining cum off.  My cock barely twitched; I was
completely spent.
 
 When Sarah had gotten all that she was going to get, Cat pushed me
away and dropped down to lie next to Sarah.  "Go make us a snack!" she
ordered me.
 
 "Yes, Mistress!" I replied.
 
 "You wish!" she laughed.
 
 "No, you do," I said, smiling.
 
 I walked out and went to the bathroom where I cleaned myself up a
bit.  Then I went to the kitchen and gathered some fruit and drinks
and carried it back into Cat's bedroom.  When I returned, they were
both still snuggling together, talking quietly.
 
 They sat up, and Cat groaned.  "Oh, god, I am going to be so sore
tomorrow.  Especially my ass!"
 
 "Oh, I'm sorry," Sarah said sounding worried.  "Was I too hard?"
 
 "Yes," Cat said, leaning over to kiss her.  "And I loved every second
of it.  All day tomorrow, every time I move around in my seat, I'm
going to be thinking of Sexy Sarah and how she pounded me so good!"
 
 Sarah smiled and took a bite of her fruit.  When we were done with
our snack, Cat took Sarah into the shower while I cleaned up a little.
I got dressed and waited in the living room, listening to the giggling
coming from the next room.  A while later, Sarah came out looking as
fresh as when we arrived.  I don't know how I looked, but I didn't
feel like I looked that fresh.
 
 Cat came over to me and kissed me deeply.  "I definitely owe you one,
and I plan to pay up soon!"
 
 Sarah heard just a bit of this, and her face clouded up.  "Pay?" she
 asked.
 
 Cat laughed and caressed Sarah's face.  "Oh, lovely Sarah.  When Jake
called me and I agreed to this, he said he'd owe me one.  After
today's session, I definitely owe him one, and I was just promising to
pay him back soon."
 
 Sarah smiled and kissed Cat.  "Maybe I can help you pay him back,"
 she said brightly.
 
 "Oh, we'll see," Cat said with a smile.  "That's definitely an
advanced lesson." I laughed, though Sarah looked confused.
 
 We took our leave and headed back to the bus stop.  Sarah slipped her
hand into mine as we walked along.  "I really do want to thank you,
Jake," she said.  "This was better than I imagined!"
 
 "So you're ready to go over to the dark side?" I asked with a smile.
 
 "No, but I am now a confirmed bisexual!" she replied.
 
 We walked along a little longer and she asked quietly, "Do you mind
if I see Cat again?"
 
 "Without me?" I shrieked theatrically.
 
 She slugged my arm again.  "Stop teasing," she demanded.  "I really
like her, and she said she'd be willing to see me again.  Would you be
upset?"
 
 "Not if you took pictures for me," I said grinning, then held up my
hand to stop her from slugging my arm again.  "Really, I don't mind.
And if you ever feel like you're leaning too far that way, feel free
to ask me to bring you back."
 
 She smiled and pulled me in for a kiss.  She was mostly lost in her
thoughts on her way home, but she gave me another big kiss and thanked
me again just before we went our own ways.
 
 Another successful fantasy fulfilled.  And I was as well.
 


Chapter Twenty-Six: Punished Again



 At school the following Monday, I ate lunch by myself.  The
cheerleaders were at their table, and Kari was with them.  The kept
giggling and looking over at me, trying to pry details out of Sarah.
I looked up one time and saw them all looking at me.  I just grinned
at them, and that sent them off into shrieks of laughter.  Well, not
all of them.  Kari, Sandy and Sarah just had little smiles on their
faces.
 
 Towards the end of lunch, Kari and Sandy came over and sat across
from me.  Sandy said, "I guess we're both going to be getting punished
again."
 
 "I guess so," I said, "though Karen is the only one obligated.  If
you want to ease her punishment a little, though, I won't object."
 
 "Where and when?" she asked breathily.
 
 "How about tonight, at my house," I replied, then turned to Karen.
"And Karen, you come too.  You'll be spending the night."
 
 "She's spending the night with you?" Sandy asked incredulously.
"That's her punishment?"
 
 "Well, she's not coming over to have sex with me, if that's what you
mean," I explained.  "Her punishment is just more ... excessive than
your's, so she needs all night for it."
 
 "What is her punishment?" she asked.
 
 "Uh, uh, uh," I said.  "Do you want me to tell everyone what I do
 with you?"
 
 She bit her lip sexily, then quietly asked, "What if I told everyone
what you did to me?  Then would you tell me how you punish Karen?"
 
 "Really?  Why do you want to know so much?" I asked.
 
 "Maybe there are other ways that I could share her punishment?" she
 said quietly.
 
 That gave me pause for thought.  I understood the spanking fetish -
well, maybe I didn't, but it was fairly common - but it appears her
desire for punishment went a bit deeper.
 
 "As intriguing as that is, I'm afraid not," I said.
 
 "Why not?" she asked.
 
 "Because even if you want to give up your privacy, I won't do that to
Karen," I explained.
 
 "But what if Karen doesn't mind?" she asked eagerly, glancing at
 Karen.
 
 "No, I won't let you try and pressure Karen into telling you her
 secrets," I said.
 
 She looked disappointed, but left it at that.  We settled on a time,
and I told her where I lived, then we went off to our respective
classes.
 
 Kari arrived at my house first.  I took her up to my room and she
said quietly, "You know, I don't mind if you tell Sandy my secret."
 
 "Really, why not?" I asked.
 
 "It would be nice to have a friend to share it with," she said.
"Plus, I'd bet she'd make a nice little slave for you, too."
 
 "First of all," I replied, "I am not going to even try to get her to
be my slave.  I have quite enough slaves already!  Second, if I tell
her your secret, more will come out, including things about both my
family and yours that I don't want anyone to know.  So no, you will
not be sharing your secrets."
 
 "Yes, sir," she said demurely.
 
 I thought for a second then asked, "Would you want her to see part of
your punishment?"
 
 "Whatever you think is best," she replied.
 
 "I didn't ask what I should do," I said in exasperation.  "I asked
 would you want it."
 
 "It would be very embarrassing," she said.
 
 "Is that a no?" I asked.
 
 "No, it's not.  I wouldn't mind her seeing it," she said, her eyes
 down.
 
 "Strip," I said.
 
 She jumped up and quickly removed her clothes.  I got some ropes I
kept handy and took her over to a wall where, handily again, I had
some hooks sunk in just the right places.  I tied her spread eagle to
the wall, then covered her eyes with a blindfold.  I started running
my fingers all over her body when I heard the doorbell ring.
 
 "Don't go anywhere," I said.  "We'll be right back." I saw her
shudder as I left the room, closing the door behind her.
 
 I ran down stairs and arrived at the front door just as my mother was
letting Sandy in.  I had warned her earlier that Sandy was coming
over, and I even told her why.  I never just invited people over
without letting my parents, and Girl, know; too much potential for
embarrassment.
 
 "Mom, this is Sandy.  She came over to study with me and Karen," I
 said
 
 "OK, dear," she replied.  "Let me know if you need anything."
 
 As I led Sandy upstairs, she said, "Study?  Your mom lets you study
in your room with two cute girls?"
 
 "She trusts me," I replied blandly.
 
 "Ha!" Sandy exclaimed.
 
 We got to my room and I opened the door, stepping aside and gesturing
for her to enter.  She walked through the door then stopped with a
gasp as she saw Kari tied to the wall.
 
 "Oh my god!" she exclaimed, looking at me wildly.
 
 "What?" I asked calmly.
 
 "What's going on?" she demanded.
 
 "Well, Kari is going to be punished as well, but I thought I'd finish
up with you first, because her punishment will take much longer.  I
just needed a place to keep her until we are done."
 
 She turned back to look at Kari, and I took the opportunity to do the
same.  She had a delightful blush to her face, and I could definitely
detect a sheen of moisture on her exposed pussy lips, but she made no
effort to hunch up or hide in any way; on the contrary, she stood
proudly, her back slightly arched, a serene expression on her face.
 
 I then looked over at Sandy, whose expression was somewhat less
serene.  Her mouth was slightly open and her breathing was heavy.  She
turned her head to me slowly, as if it were difficult to pull her eyes
away from the sight in front of her.  "You are an evil boy!"
 
 "I prefer wicked," I said.
 
 "OK, you are a wicked, wicked boy," she said, turning to me.  "Where
are you going to do that thing for me?"
 
 "What?  Do you mean where I am going to punish the naughty, nasty
 Sandy?" I asked.
 
 She gasped, her eyes cutting over to Kari.
 
 "Kari knows that you are saving her from part of her punishment by
taking it yourself," I told her.  "I thought it was only fair that she
knew directly the service that you are providing her."
 
 I walked over to the bed, and said, "Why don't you tell me why you
 are here?"
 
 She looked nervously at Kari but said, "I'm here to be punished,
because I was a naughty girl."
 
 "And how were you naughty?" I asked.
 
 "I bragged about how good you were," she said.
 
 "And?"
 
 Another glance at Kari.  "I'm a nasty girl who likes to have my
... pussy ... licked, and I like to suck cocks."
 
 "And what is the punishment that you are going to receive for that?"
 I asked.
 
 "50 spanks on the ass," she said, he breathing quickening.
 
 "Strip," I demanded.
 
 Another glance at Kari, then she quickly pulled off all of her
clothes and walked over to me.  I positioned myself on the bed so that
her face was towards Kari.  As she climbed over my lap, she gasped
again as she saw the ping -pong paddle that I had placed on my
nightstand.
 
   I rested my hand on her lovely ass cheeks.  I told her, "I want to
make sure that Kari understands what you are saving her from, so she
will count out each spank.  Are you ready?"
 
 She nodded.  I reached back and gave her ass a hard wallop.  She
screeched as Kari said, "One."
 
 Again, and Kari said, "Two."
 
 I continued until 10, when I stopped and lightly massaged her ass,
dipping my fingers down to confirm her excitement.  Before I
continued, I wrapped the fingers of my other hand in her hair, and
pulled her head up so she was looking right at Kari.
 
 "Eleven," Kari intoned as Sandy watched her with wide eyes.  As I
moved towards 25, I noticed that Sandy's eyes kept cutting over to the
paddle on my nightstand.  After 25, I dipped my fingers into her,
feeling her heat and enjoying her squirming.  I played with her just
enough to raise her excitement level, but not to bring her too close.
 
 "Twenty six."
 
 I saw Sandy's hands grasping the bed sheets as the pain intensified.
 
 "Thirty five."
 
 Sandy was panting heavily, tears glistening in her eyes as she pushed
her ass back to meet my hand with every stroke.  I ran my fingers down
her juicy pussy lips and pressed firmly on her clit.  She moaned
deeply as I manipulated it briefly.
 
 "Thirty six."
 
 Again, my fingers brushed her clit.
 
 "Thirty seven."
 
 Again.
 
 "Forty."
 
 I ran my finger from her clit, through her pussy and around her
asshole.  She gasped as I touched her in a place that she didn't feel
she should be touched.
 
 "Forty one."
 
 A deep thrust of two fingers into her.
 
 "Forty two."
 
 Another brush of her clit.
 
 "Forty three.  Forty four.  Forty five."
 
 I looked up and it was more than just glistening lips that Kari had.
Her thighs were drenched.
 
 "Forty six.  Forty seven.  Forty eight.  Forty nine."
 
 Two fingers went deep into her pussy as my thumb pressed against her
asshole, not going in, but making sure she knew that someone was
knocking.  I left them there, unmoving, as Sandy squirmed all around;
I wasn't sure if she was trying to escape me or encourage me.
 
 One last thrust with my fingers, then "Fifty!"
 
 I took my hand out of her hair, and she dropped her head on the bed.
I lightly rested my other hand on her ass, just gently rubbing it.
Sandy was very excited, close to an orgasm, but not quite there.
After a few minutes Sandy lifted her head and looked back at me.  I
looked at her, but addressed Kari.  "Kari, thank Sandy for taking your
punishment for you."
 
 "Thank you for saving me that punishment, Sandy," Kari said properly,
though I detected a tinge of disappointment in her voice.
 
 "I'll let you know the next time that I need you to stand in for
 Kari," I told Sandy.
 
 She looked at me incredulously.
 
 "You're done?" she asked.
 
 "You got your fifty," I told her, rolling her off of my lap.
 
 She climbed on her knees, her breasts jiggling so nicely.  "But
... but ..." Her eyes cut back to the paddle.  "But I'm such a bad
girl!  I deserve more than 50 spanks with your hand!"
 
 "What makes you such a bad girl?" I asked.
 
 "I begged you to lick me.  I sucked your cock!" she said.
 
 "But I already punished you for that," I reminded her.
 
 "But I want to do it again!"
 
 "Well, I guess if you did that again you'd deserve another 10 with my
 hand," I said.
 
 "No, I deserve a lot more with this," she said, grabbing the paddle
 and thrusting it at me.
 
 "I don't think so," I said.  "That's for girls who are much nastier."
 
 "But I am," she demanded near tears.  "I'm a very bad, very nasty
 girl!"
 
 "What do you do that is so nasty?" I asked.
 
 She looked somewhat desperate as she thought about what she could
say.  I was about to give in and give her what she wanted when she
said, "I want you to play with my butt more."
 
 "What?" I asked.
 
 "You can play with my butt.  I want you to put your fingers in my
 butt!" she said.
 
 She was quite a bright girl, and she had figured out what I wanted.
I smiled and reached out my hand.  She handed me the paddle and I
placed it on the bed.  I placed her on the bed next to it, while I
took off my shirt.  I climbed onto the bed and placed the paddle on
her stomach.  She sucked her stomach in and just laid there looking at
it.  I blocked her view when I sucked a nipple into my mouth.  She was
moaning, moving her stomach up and down, not enough to knock the
paddle off, just enough to keep it making and losing contact with her
skin.
 
 I shimmied down between her legs, taking another look at her face.
She did not return my look; her attention was completely on the
paddle.  I think I distracted her from it a bit when I dipped my
tongue into her pussy and drank some of her juice.  I started eating
her, but for my pleasure, not hers.  Her pleasure would come in a
little while.
 
 There's little in the world I like better than eating a really
delicious pussy, and hers was delicious.  As I enjoyed herself, her
moans grew louder and louder.  I inserted a finger into her pussy, and
soon added a second.  I pulled them out and sucked her clit into my
mouth while pushing one of my fingers a short distance into her anus.
 
 "Yow!" she cried.
 
 I wasn't using any other lube except her natural juices, of which
there was plenty, but I wasn't putting that much in her.  I moved my
fingers around a little as I continued mauling her clit.
 
 "Oh my god!" she exclaimed.  "I must be a nasty slut, because that
actually feels good."  I pushed my finger in a little more deeply as I
stuck a clean finger back into her pussy.  She was moaning and
writhing (though again, not enough to move the paddle), and soon she
was cumming.  I love the taste of a girl cumming!
 
 When she was finished, I didn't give her time to recuperate.  I
pulled my fingers out of her, giving her clit a last swipe with my
tongue.  Then I picked up the paddle and manhandled her onto her hands
and knees, pulling my pants off at the same time.
 
 I started hitting her ass with the paddle, not too hard, but
certainly enough for her to feel it.  With each stroke, I said a word.
"Sandy ... is ... a ... bad ... bad ... girl! ... Sandy ... is ... a
... nasty ... nymphomaniac.  ... Sandy ... loves ... to ... suck
... cock. ... Sandy ... begs ... to ... have ... her ... cunt
... eaten. ... Sandy ... wants it ... up ... her ... ass."
 
 The entire time she was screaming and moaning, but she never asked me
to stop.  If my mother didn't know what was going on, she certainly
did now.  When I was finished as much as I wanted, I grabbed her hips
and pushed my cock into her.  She grunted as I sunk home, and gasped
when my pubic hair and stomach pressed into her sensitive, red ass.
 
 I grabbed her hips, putting my thumbs right on her sore ass, and I
started pounding her.  She was crying and cumming at the same time.
She came twice before her arms gave out, and she dropped her head on
the bed.  She almost caused me to pull out, but I held on and kept
pumping until I was ready to cum.  I sunk deep and started to spurt
when I heard her mumbling, "Cum on my ass!"
 
 I quickly pulled out before I was done cumming.  I spurted twice on
her ass before I pushed my piss hole up against her asshole and shot
my last spurts just into her ass.  When I was done, I fell to the
side, out of breath and energy.
 
 As I caught my breath, I glanced over and saw Kari, straining at the
ropes, liquid covering her thighs.  Her hands looked like they really
wanted to be touching herself.  Then I was distracted as Sandy rolled
over and pushed herself against me, giving me a deep kiss.
 
 "That was amazing!" she said.  "You make me do such nasty things, and
then you make me like it!  That was great!"
 
 "I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said simply.
 
 "Enjoy doesn't begin to describe it!" she said.
 
 I glanced over at Kari again, and Sandy followed my gaze.  Kari was
panting heavily.  "She looks so turned on!" exclaimed Sandy.
 
 "Would you be in her position?" I asked.
 
 She thought about it and nodded.
 
 "And here I thought that you would be lessening her punishment, but
you made it harder," I said.
 
 "How," she asked quizzically.
 
 "Well, we turned her on something fierce, and now you've left me too
tired to do anything about it," I said.
 
 She looked at me, then looked back at Kari, then back to me.  Then
she stood up and walked over to Kari.  She looked over her shoulder at
me and said, "You have no idea how bad I really am!" Then she dropped
to her knees and pushed her tongue into Kari's overheated slit.
 
 My mouth must have dropped open.  Here was a girl who, a few weeks
ago, wouldn't let anyone else touch her pussy with their tongue, and
now she had her tongue buried in a different girl.  Admittedly, after
the first lick she pulled away and said, "Yuck," but she went right
back for more.  She didn't have to work at it for long, because only a
few licks later Kari came, shrieking like a banshee..
 
 She pulled away, giving me a self satisfied grin.  "I couldn't leave
the poor girl in misery," she said.  "Besides, I'm a bad, bad girl."
She walked, no stalked over to me, grabbed my head and gave me a Kari
flavored kiss.  Then she started dressing, wincing slightly as she
pulled up her jeans.
 
 When she was done dressing, she came back to me and kissed me lightly
on the cheek.  "Now you owe me," she said saucily and walked out of
the room.
 
 I laid there in my bed, too stunned to do anything.  Kari was slumped
against the ropes.  My mother walked by the open door and looked in.
She took a look at me, her eyes sweeping over my shrunken, stick dick,
then she looked over at Kari hanging on the wall.  "That was a very
satisfied looking girl who just left," she said.
 
 I just shook my head.
 
 "Is everything all right here?" she asked.
 
 I nodded and said, "Could you ask Girl to come up?"
 
 She looked pointedly at my slimy dick and asked, "Is there anything
that I can do for you?"
 
 I blushed and shook my head.  She walked away with a small smile.
That was the second girl of the day that surprised me!
 
 Girl walked in a few minutes later, and contrary to my mother's
implication, I had her help me get Kari down and onto the bed, then
clean us both off with a warm cloth.
 
 I pulled Kari to me and apologized to her.  "I'm afraid after all
that, I'm not up to giving you the punishment that you deserve, but
I'll do it another time."
 
 "Can I still spend the night?" she asked.
 
 "I'd like that," I said.
 
 She kissed me lightly and said, "Good.  And now you owe me."
 


Chapter Twenty-Seven: Gemma



 My sophomore year continued in much the same fashion. I had grown
quite a bit over the last few years and I was now approaching six
feet. I didn't really work out, but I didn't avoid physical activity,
so I was in reasonable shape, if not Brad Pitt. I'd been told that my
cock was larger as well, but I didn't really measure it anymore.
 
 I dated some girls from the school, though none seriously.  I had
Karen on a fairly regular basis, and I stopped by to see Cheri quite a
bit.  She came to my house every now and then as well, either to see
me or to see my mother.  I also went out with her occasionally; it
gave me a kick to think of all those people thinking how cute that
mother and son are, all while Cheri had a vibrating dildo stuck up her
ass, which I controlled with a little remote in my pocket.
 
 My adventures with the seniors also continued sporadically.  I
continued to see Sandy every now and then, and she enjoyed the
punishments each time, though I never involved Kari again.  Sarah
approached me one day and confessed that she had been seeing Cat for
some fun every now and then, though she was quick to reassure me that
she still liked boys, too.  In fact, I participated in one more
session with them, and enjoyed myself greatly.
 
 A number of the other seniors also approached me, some for fantasy
fulfillment and some for straight sex.  It surprised me, but I was
starting to feel sort of like a slut.  I know that I wasn't looking
for a serious relationship, but I was starting to feel a little used.
I actually did turn down one or two of them, but I guess I was a slut,
because I enjoyed most of them.
 
 In addition to the others, Gemma still asked me over every few weeks
for a little oral sex.  She had dated some guys, none of whom I really
approved of, but she didn't really get serious with any of them.  One
day she told me she wanted another session, this time at my house,
which she occasionally did if she got horny and her parents were home.
 
 She walked into my room and started taking her clothes off.  "Strip,"
 she told me.
 
 I was pleased that this session was going to include me as well.  She
finished undressing and scooched to the middle of the bed.  She patted
the bed next to her and said, "Let's talk first."
 
 "OK," I responded, though I would have preferred to talk with clothes
on.  Well, at least my clothes on.
 
 "You're cutting quite a swath, aren't you?" she asked.
 
 "What do you mean?"
 
 "You think boys are the only ones that talk?  You've been dating
quite a few girls, and sleeping with half the senior class," she said.
 
 "Not half!" I said with an embarrassed smile.
 
 "Maybe not, but by all accounts, more than half would," she informed
me.  "You're said to be quite the lover."
 
 "Thank you, I guess?"
 
 "Actually, it pisses me right the hell off!" she said, getting up to
her knees and kneeling close to me.  "You're willing to bang any skank
that asks, but you're not willing to sleep with one of your best
friends?"
 
 "I explained that to you," I said weakly.
 
 "Well, that's bullshit," she retorted.  "According to everything I
hear, I'd be better off with you as my first lover than anyone else at
school!  Anyway, this isn't cutting it any more, so if it's not you,
I'm going to find someone else to pop my cherry, because I want it
popped, and I want it popped now!  So are you going to step up?"
 
 I thought about what she said.  I thought about what Kari and Cheri
had said when I took Kari's virginity.  I thought about all the other
girls that I had been sleeping with and what they had meant for me.
Gemma must have seen the thought process on my face, because she
smiled slowly and laid back down on the bed, spreading her arms and
legs slightly, inviting me in.
 
 Seeing her there, so eagerly awaiting me, was what made my decision
for me.  Still, this wasn't how I wanted to do it.  I climbed between
her legs and lay my body over her.  I pressed my cock over her moist
pussy and grabbed her hands in mine, holding them over her head.  I
kissed her hard on the lips then pulled my head back to look at her.
 
 "Fine, you win," I said.  Her smile got bigger.  "But if I'm going to
do this, I'm going to do it my way!"
 
 "What's your way?" she asked.
 
 "What it's not is in the middle of the day, with limited time, after
you have just browbeaten me into sleeping with you.  If you're going
to lose your cherry to me, then it's going to be done right.  I'm
taking you out on Saturday night, and you'll spend the night with me.
Can you get your parents to let you stay out all night?"
 
 "With you?" she snorted.  "No way in hell!  But I'll get someone to
 cover for me."
 
 "Fine," I said.  "Find yourself a nice dress, and tell me where to
pick you up from.  I'll get you at 8."
 
 "But what about now?" she whined, grinding her crotch to mine.
 
 "What about now?" I asked getting up.
 
 "You're not just going to leave me like this?" she asked
 incredulously.
 
 I smiled and pounced back on her.  "No, I won't, but we're doing it
 my way this time!"
 
 I flipped over and lay next to her, then pulled her over onto me in a
69.  She wasted no time sucking my cock into her mouth, and I grabbed
her ass and pulled her sweet pussy to my mouth.  Her moans were
muffled by cock, which ran the most amazing sensations through me.
 
 She was so primed for this that she took virtually no time to cum in
a flood on my face.  Then, as I backed off briefly, she really went to
work on my cock.  I laid my head back, looking up at her pulsating
pussy, still glistening with juices.  I ran my fingers lightly over
ass and through her ass crack.  She pulled away a little when I
brushed over her asshole, and then gasped when I lifted my head and
swiped at her clit with my tongue.  She started running her fingers
lightly over my balls, and soon I was spurting into her mouth.
 
 When she had drained me of every drop, she quickly flipped around and
gave me a big kiss.  "You're not going to regret this!" she said.
 
 "What, cumming in your mouth?" I asked.
 
 "No you doofus!  Finally giving me the fucking I want!" she said.
 
 I kissed her lightly.  "I hope it will be good for you."
 
  "If it's not, your going to have to keep repeating it until it is!"
  she said with a smile.+++++
  
 After we were dressed, I walked Gemma to the door, where she gave me
a searing kiss before she left.  After I closed the door behind me I
turned around and my mother was there.  "Did you have a nice time
playing with your little friend?" she asked with a smirk.
 
 "Stop teasing me, mom!" I said, swatting her ass lightly as I passed
 by.
 
 "If you're trying to get me to stop, that's not the way to do it,"
she said, wiggling her ass a little.
 
 "Why not?" I asked.
 
 "Are you kidding?" she asked.  "You think that the threat of spanking
me will get me to stop a behavior?  I thought that you knew me better
than that!  You're more likely to get me to stop by threatening not to
spank me!"
 
 "But I don't spank you now, so that wouldn't be much of an
 incentive," I said.
 
 "I guess not," she said as she turned and started to walk by me.
 
 I'm not sure what came over me.  Maybe it was everything that just
took place with Gemma.  Maybe it was serendipity.  All I know is that
as she walked by me, I grabbed her hand, spun her around, took her
hair in my fist and pushed her down so that she was kneeling on the
stairs.
 
 She gasped and demanded, "What are you doing, Jake?"
 
 "Giving you what you want," I growled as I raised my hand and dropped
it to her ass, the sharp smack echoing through the room.
 
 "Ohhhh!" she moaned.  "Jake, what are you doing?"
 
 "I answered you," I said, spanking her again.
 
 She dropped her head to the stair and stuck her ass further in the
air.  I reached down and flipped her skirt over her hips, baring her
ass to me.  Then I started whaling on her, spanking her over and over.
 
 "Oh, Jake," she moaned.  "Jake, no."
 
 Finally I got my fill, and I stood up and looked at her.  My hand had
left her ass glowing red.  Her hips were swaying as she kept pushing
her ass back.
 
 "Don't stop, Jake, please!" she begged.  "I'm so close."
 
 "Well, now will you stop teasing me?" I asked.
 
 "Oh, Jake, yes, I'll stop teasing you!" she promised.
 
 "OK, you can get yourself off," I told her.
 
 "Oh, no!" she cried.  "I can't.  I'm not allowed to make myself cum!"
 
 "Are you allowed to have someone else make you cum?" I asked.
 
 "No!  Not without permission!" she moaned.
 
 "Then it's a good thing I stopped," I observed.
 
 "Please, Jake, get me the phone!" she asked plaintively.
 
 I went over and grabbed the cordless, watching as she spread her legs
and mimed playing with herself without actually touching herself.  I
walked over to her with the phone, and with the hand not between her
legs she propped herself on her elbow and quickly dialed a number.
 
 "Hi, this is Mary.  I need to speak with Bob." She waited, her
fingers hovering closer to her clit.
 
 "Sir, I have a request," she said.  "I've gotten all worked up, and I
beg your permission to make myself cum."
 
 She listened, then said, "Jake spanked me, Sir."
 
 Again she paused.  "I may have brought it on myself." She listened
briefly, then described what had happened.  "Jake had Gemma upstairs,
and she came down looking quite satisfied and gave him a lover's kiss.
I asked him if he had fun with her, and he told me not to tease,
tapping my ass as he said it.  I told him that if he wanted me to stop
doing something, threatening not to spank me would be more effective
than threatening to spank me.  He pointed out that since he never
spanked me, that threat wouldn't be very effective either, and I
agreed with him.  Then he pushed me to the stairs and spanked me.  But
Sir, he stopped just before I came!"
 
 "Yes, Sir, I promise." Another pause.  "Thank you, Sir!" Her hand
closed the last few inches, a finger pushing against her clit as it
passed, sinking into her.  I took my first good look between her legs,
watching her finger thrust between her swollen lips.  "Please, Jake,
will you please spank me just a little more?"
 
 I ran my hand lightly over her reddened cheeks, then I gave her what
she wanted.  After only two spanks she started cumming, though she
didn't finish until I had placed the fifteenth.  When she finished,
her finger slipped out of her and her shoulders slumped to the stair.
She took a few deep breaths and then said into the handset, which she
had never let go of, "Thank you, Sir.  You were most kind."
 
 She listened for a few moments, then said, "Yes, Sir, I will.  Have a
 wonderful day."
 
 She clicked the off button on the phone, then slowly turned over.
She made no effort to pull her dress down, so her bare mound was
completely visible surrounding her still plump and glistening lips.
"Jake, your father instructed me to inform you that since you have
gotten a promise out of me, it is your responsibility to carry out the
punishment if I break my promise."
 
 I thought about that, and then I realized the implication.  "But if I
have to stop spanking you if you tease me, that means that I have to
keep spanking you if you don't."
 
 My mother just lowered her eyes and nodded.
 
 "I guess I'm going to have to learn to be more careful about what I
say and do," I observed.
 
 "I think that may be part of what your father is trying to
 accomplish," she said.
 
 "And what is the other part," I asked.
 
 "Well, I can never be sure about everything that he intends, but I
believe he'd like to see you punish me more," she told me.
 
 "As a punishment?" I asked.
 
 She raised her eyes slightly, a blush rising to her face as she gave
me an embarrassed glance.  "As a reward," she murmured.
 
 "I see," I said.  "Maybe a reward for both of us?" She dropped her
eyes again.  I climbed the stairs to my room, stopping to kneel
briefly and kiss her cheek.  At the top of the stairs I turned back
around to see her still laying there, her fingers lightly tracing her
vaginal lips.  I shook my head as I entered my room, thinking "A
Norman Rockwell family we ain't."
 
 That night at dinner, I discussed my plans for Gemma with my parents.
I had expected dinner to be a little uncomfortable after the events of
earlier in the day, but my parents acted as if it did not happen.
Well, actually, I seemed to detect that my mother was acting slightly
more deferential to me, but not outrageously so.
 
 My father asked me a few specific questions about what I wanted to
do, and my mother asked me about my intentions.  I explained the
situation with Gemma, how we were dating, how I broke it off, how I
wouldn't take her virginity and how she convinced me that I should.
My father agreed to my plan and instructed my mother to assist me in
making the arrangements. .
 
 After dinner, my father called me into his study for a conversation.
 
 "Sit down, son," he instructed.  I did as he asked and waited
nervously for him to continue.
 
 "Do you realize that what you did with your mother today was not
completely appropriate?" he asked.
 
 I nodded.
 
 "Do you know why?" he asked.
 
 "Because she is my mother?" I replied uncertainly.
 
 "That is certainly one reason.  Can you think of another?" he asked.
 
 I thought for a moment, and I realized what he was looking for.
"Because she is your slave, and I did not ask your permission first?"
 
 "That's correct," he said.  "In most circumstances, that would be a
huge violation of trust and protocol." He sat back and examined me for
a moment before he continued.  "In this case, I realize that it was
partially my fault.  I have been teasing you with your mother for a
while now, and I have not laid down any strict boundaries for either
of you.  I did not make it clear what was and what was not acceptable,
so I cannot fault you to too great of an extent."
 
 He leaned forward again and looked at me intently.  "I want you to
absorb the fact that if this were a different situation, when you are
out in the real world, this could be an unforgivable offense.  Do you
understand that?"
 
 "Yes, sir," I replied contritely.
 
 He sat back again and said, "What's done, however, is done.  I have
not had a chance to talk with your mother about this afternoon yet.
We will be discussing it at length in the basement a little later.
However, did she inform you of the consequences of your actions?"
 
 "She told me that since I had made the threat, if she did not keep
her promise I would have to follow through with my threat," I replied.
 
 "And do you understand the ramifications of that?" he asked.
 
 "It means that I'm going to have to spank her on a regular basis, so
that if she breaks her promise I would stop," I replied.
 
 "That is correct," he said.  He was silent for a few minutes, and I
sat there uncomfortably, waiting for him to continue.
 
 "You realize that this changes your relationship with your mother?"
 he asked.
 
 I nodded and said, "I think so, but I'm not sure how."
 
 He smiled and said, "It's not as bad as all that.  I guess if a son
did that to a typical mother, it would make a huge difference.  With
your mother, it won't.  Every day, practically, brings changes to
every relationship you have.  As you get older, your relationship with
your parents naturally changes.  What you know about your mother and
me has already changed your relationship.  What I've done to your
mother in front of you has also changed your relationship.
 
 "Your ability, requirement actually, that you spank your mother, does
not imply any change in her maternal relationship with you.  She is
still your mother and you still have to obey her all of her parental
decisions.  If she tells you to get up and go to school, you may not
spank her and tell her no.  The spankings are for a specific reason,
and you may not use it for any other.
 
 "Permission to spank her does not imply permission to do anything
else sexual.  If you make her cum while you are spanking her, that is
allowable.  If you do not, she will be given permission to make
herself cum, and you may watch that.  But you may take it no further
unless I give you and your mother explicit permission.  Do you
understand?"
 
 I nodded.
 
 "OK then.  I think once a week will be sufficient to encourage her to
keep her promise, don't you?"
 
 I nodded again.
 
 "Now go and find your mother and tell her to come see me.  Also tell
her that before she comes in she should strip, put on her punishment
collar, and crawl in with her crop between her teeth," he instructed.
 
 "Yes, sir," I said, standing up to leave.  I walked out and went to
the kitchen where my mother was talking with Girl.
 
 "Mom, your master has instructed that you go to him in his study
wearing nothing but your punishment collar, crawling, with your crop
between your teeth," I told her.
 
 "Yes, sir," she said, as she walked very quickly out of the room,
pulling her dress over her head as she went.
 
 I turned to Girl and said, "You follow the same instructions, only in
my room in 10 minutes."
 
 "Yes, Sir!" she said happily as I was walking away.
 
 On Tuesday, Gemma said, "You know, it's really not fair for you to
make me wait a week!"
 
 "I thought that most people waited till their proms," I said.  "That
would be a longer wait."
 
 "This is quite long enough!" she retorted.  "By the way, how fancy of
a dress do I need?"
 
 "Not quite prom, but something that you wouldn't be embarrassed going
to a nice restaurant in."
 
 "I can do that," she said.
 
 +++++
 
 On Friday Gemma told me where she'd be.  "Joan's parents aren't home,
so I'll be able to go over there and change, then get back in the
morning before I go home.  She already has my dress."
 
 "Great, I'll pick you up at 8," I told her.
 
 At 8 o'clock I pulled up in front of Joan's house and walked to the
front door.  I rang the bell, and Joan opened the door.  "Nice suit,"
she said.  I was wearing a black suit, with a red and blue tie.  It
wasn't a tuxedo, but it was definitely dressy.  "Gemma will be down in
a minute," she said.  I guess there was an entrance to be made.
 
 Joan tried to pry me for details, but I just told her that she'd have
to ask Gemma about it tomorrow.  In a few minutes, I heard Gemma
walking down the stairs.  I turned to look at her, and I liked what I
saw.  She was unveiled from the legs up, as she was exposed coming
downstairs.
 
 She was wearing black sandals with straps that ran around her ankles
and part way up her calves.  Her knees were playing peekaboo with the
bottom of her black dress, which was cut in a ragged edge.  Her hips
were encased tightly, and her stomach was flat as a board.  The
neckline came down in a scoop, exposing the upper part of her pert
breasts.  Her makeup was lightly applied and her hair was done up in a
loose bun with some strands artfully flyaway.  All in all, she looked
fabulous, and I told her so.
 
 "Wow!" I exclaimed.  "You look amazing.  Good enough to eat!"
 
 "Save that for later," she said, smiling at my unintentional double
entendre.  She kissed me lightly on the cheek and did a quick twirl.
Her ass looked fabulous in the dress, and I could detect no panty
lines under the tight dress.  "Do I pass?" she asked.
 
 "With flying colors!" I exclaimed, turning myself.  "And me?"
 
 "You'll do," she said with a smirk.
 
 "See you tomorrow," she told Joan, then picked up a little overnight
 bag.
 
 I opened the door for her and took her hand.  She stopped and gasped
when she saw my ride.  I don't know if she expected my mother to drive
us around, but that wasn't good enough for tonight, even discounting
how uncomfortable it would probably make Gemma feel.  Instead, I had
sprung for a limo.
 
 "Is that for us?" she asked.
 
 "I don't see anyone else around dressed to kill," I said.  I took her
hand again and pulled her to the car.  The driver jumped out and
walked around, opening the door for us.  I helped Gemma in first, then
slid in next to her.
 
 "Damn," I said.  "I should have come in first.  That way I may have
been able to tell if you really are wearing no undies under that
dress!"
 
 "Want me to show you?" she asked.
 
 "No, I don't think so," I said.  "It's more fun trying to make the
 discovery on my own."
 
 She looked around at the inside of the limo.  I don't think she had
been in one before; I certainly hadn't.  She played with some of the
buttons and looked in the bar, which for tonight was stocked with soft
drinks only.
 
 "Why'd you get a limo?" she asked.
 
 "A special car for a special night with a special girl," I said.
 
 She leaned over and kissed me, then snuggled up under my arm.  I had
arranged the destination in advance, so no instructions were required
for the driver.  We didn't talk much as we drove.  We had been going
for a while when she asked, "Where are we going?"
 
 "Into the city," I said.
 
 "Really?" she asked excitedly.
 
 "Really," I said with a smile.
 
 "Where in the city?" she asked.
 
 "Is a boy allowed no surprises?" I asked.
 
 "Fine, then I'll be extra careful when I stand up near you," she said
 with a smirk.
 
 We snuggled together for the time it took to get to our destination.
"What are we going to do tonight?" she asked.
 
 "Do you have to know, or want to know?" I asked.
 
 "Want," she replied.
 
 "Well I want to wait and unveil things as it is time, just like I
want to do with you," I said, kissing her lightly.
 
 "Fine, if you won't tell me, then I'll have to find another way to
pass the time!" she said, and then hopped up across my lap. She
wrapped her arms around my neck and began a serious makeout session.
I lost myself into it, until the driver announced over the intercom
that we were 5 minutes away.
 
 She hopped off, panting, and exclaimed, "I need to fix myself up!"
She was a little mussed, but luckily there was a mirror that allowed
her to reapply her makeup.  After the 5 minutes the driver had
promised, we pulled up in front of the restaurant.
 
 It was an elegant Italian place called Medici, and it was only my
father's pull that let me get a reservation on such short notice.  As
the driver stopped, the valet opened the door for us to get out.  When
she had gotten of my lap, Gemma had moved to the passenger side, so
she was the first one out.  She stepped out and took the valet's
outstretched hand to help herself out.  I got out next and the valet
closed the door.  The limo would come back when I gave it a call.
 
 As we walked to the door, Gemma said, "The valet knows."
 
 "Knows what?" I asked.  She answered with a smirk, and I was shocked
 at her boldness.
 
 We walked to the dais and the Maitre'd said, "Good evening
Mr. Alexander, Ms.  Roberts.  Let me show you to your table."
 
 Gemma looked at me with an open mouth.  It's amazing the kind of
service you get at a really nice place when your father is a very
powerful executive.  He led us to a quiet booth in the corner and
said, "Your server will be with you momentarily."
 
 My father had taken care of all the tipping in advance, so I didn't
have to make a clumsy attempt at slipping him some money.  The booth
we were in was quite private and dim.  I took another look at her legs
as she slipped in, but sadly, it was too dark to tell anything.
 
 The waiter came over and gave us our menus, got us bread and water
and explained the additions to the menu.  Gemma couldn't decide, it
all looked so good, so we ordered a few appetizers and a couple of
main dishes that we would split.
 
 "This is a very expensive place," she said.
 
 "Aren't you worth it?" I asked.
 
 She blushed and shrugged her shoulders.
 
 I took her hand and said, "I think you're worth it."
 
 She smiled and wrapped her hands around my neck, giving me a big
kiss.  As she released me, her hand slipped down and brushed over my
crotch.  It made me even harder than I already was.
 
 During the whole meal, which was delicious, we looked around and
talked about all the things we could see.  Gemma got really excited
when she spotted a minor actor.  We both had a really fun time at the
meal.  After a couple of really good desserts, shared again, the
waiter brought over the check.  I signed it (charged to my father),
and then I called for the car.  He said he'd arrive in 5 minutes, so
we sipped our water as we waited.  Gemma seemed reluctant to leave,
but I was quite eager.
 
 This time, I got into the limo first, despite proper protocol.
Nevertheless, Gemma was quite careful, and I still couldn't answer my
question.  We rode for another ten minutes and we pulled up to the
Grand Plaza, one of the fanciest hotels in town.  The bellhop opened
the door for us while another got our overnights out of the trunk.
 
 "Checking in?" the bellhop asked.  It was a sign of the quality of
the place that he didn't bat an eye at our ages.
 
 "No, we already have our rooms," I said.
 
 "Would you like help with your bags?" he asked.
 
 "No thank you," I replied.  "I can get them."
 
 I took both bags from him, slipping him a ten anyway.  Well, tried to
slip him; that maneuver takes work to get right! We got into the
elevator and I slipped my hand around Gemma's waist, pulling her tight
to me. When we reached our floor, I grabbed the bags and followed the
signs to find our room. I put the bags down and took out the card key
to unlock the door. I opened it, and held it open as I bowed and
gestured her in.
 
 Gemma looked around appreciatively, and I have to admit, I was
impressed too. There was a large king bed in the middle of the room,
and on the table was a bottle of champagne. Given that neither of us
was of age, this was another treat from my father.
 
 Gemma oohed and aahed over the bathroom with its huge tub, getting a
promise from me of a shared bath. We were on one of the higher floors,
and when we went to the window, we could see the city laid out below
us. I held her in my arms and pulled her into a kiss. It started soft
and romantic, but within minutes it had heated up to the point that we
were both ready to rip each other's clothes off.
 
 "Wait!" Gemma cried, pushing me away. "Take off your jacket and shoes
and wait for me here. I have to go get ready." She grabbed her bag and
went into the bathroom.
 
 I was probably sitting there for about fifteen minutes before the
door opened. Gemma stepped out, and I appreciated what she had been
doing. She had fixed her hair and touched up her makeup, as well as
changing into her pajamas.
 
 Well, pajamas don't really describe it. She was wearing something
white and stretchy that reached down to mid-thigh. It was held up by
two thin straps, and it molded itself to her body.
 
 "Thank you," she said.
 
 "For what?" I asked when I was able to speak.
 
 "The look on your face," she said. "I was worried you would laugh."
 
 I snorted. "You're crazy. That looks amazing on you." I stood up and
walked to her. I pulled her into my arms again, and this time the kiss
was romantic and went on for a long time.
 
 When we broke apart, she leaned her head on my shoulder and
whispered, "Jake, I really can't wait much longer."
 
 I picked her up, to her surprise, and carried her to the bed. I laid
her down, and as I stood to remove my clothes she grabbed my tie and
pulled my head right down to her face. "Jake, I don't know what else
you've got planned for tonight, but I'm not interested. I want you to
take your clothes off, get your body between my legs, and put that
cock into me! I'm tired of waiting, and I want it now!"
 
 I could do nothing but comply. I quickly pulled my clothes off and
crawled up the bed between her legs. "Don't even think about eating
me. I love it when you do that, but now is not the time!"
 
 I was pretty sure that I would not have to worry about lubrication,
so I continued up until my body was fully pressed against hers. As I
kissed her, she fumbled between our legs to grab my dick. "Wait," I
told her. "Let's roll over, and then you can control it."
 
 "I don't want to control it!" she said, notching my dick into her hot
opening. "I want you to fuck me!"
 
 "OK," I agreed, and I pushed slowly forward. She sucked her breath in
as my cock stretched her open. I took a few shallow strokes, then
asked, "Are you ready?"
 
 "I've been ready for a very, very long time," she groaned. I pushed
my cock through her cherry and she shrieked. I stopped and looked down
on her. She had a grimace on her face, and her hands were squeezing my
arms tightly.
 
 "That hurt more than I thought it would," she said.
 
 "Should I pull out?" I asked.
 
 "Don't!" she said. "Just let me get used to it."
 
 She held me still for over a minute, and my cock was actually
starting to deflate a little out of concern before she said, "OK,
start slowly."
 
 I did, slowly working up speed. She still winced every now and then,
but she was clearly starting to enjoy the feeling. She pulled me all
the way in and held me there.  "Hold it for a minute," she said.
 
 "Are you still hurting?" I asked.
 
 "A little, but right now I'm just trying to burn the feeling of your
cock pushing me open into my memory," she said with a smile. She ran
her hands up and down my arms and pulled my head to a kiss. "I'm all
better now.  Make me enjoy it."
 
 I did my best, bringing everything that I had learned to bear, and
despite any discomfort that she might have felt, she was soon moaning
wildly under me. "I'm going to �... I'm going to �... I'm going to
�... " she chanted as she approached her orgasm.
 
 "Me too," I grunted between gritted teeth.
 
 "Wait for me, wait for me!" she shrieked, but she didn't make me wait
long. She grabbed my ass as she hunched her hips up, fucking against
me as she screamed through her orgasm. I started cumming right when
she did, though I was finished long before her.  When she finally
collapsed back onto the bed, I collapsed on top of her.
 
 "Damn you for making me wait for that!" she said weakly.
 
 I was sort of pissed off at myself as well.
 
  +++++
  
 We separated and each of us began our recovery process. A short time
later, Gemma rolled onto me, putting her hand on my chest and propping
her chin on it.  "When will you be ready to do that again?"
 
 "Are you trying to kill me, woman?" I asked.
 
 "I enjoyed it, and I want more!" she said.
 
 "Well you'll get as much as you want, you just have to give me time
to recuperate!" I told her.
 
 "A few more times and I'll get to be one of Jake's Girls," she told
 me.
 
 "Jake's girls?" I asked, puzzled.
 
 "You don't know about Jake's Girls?" she asked, amazed.
 
 "No," I told her.  "What are you talking about?"
 
 She began giggling and was soon literally rolling on the bed
laughing.  I looked on helplessly until she was able to get her breath
back.  "Oh," she said, panting, "It's absolutely priceless.  I can't
believe that you don't know about them!"
 
 "Are you going to enlighten me?" I asked.
 
 She took a deep, calming breath and told me, "A select group of girls
that have had the pleasure of your company more then just a couple of
times have banded together into a little club they call Jake's Girls.
They even have a little symbol that each of them wear.  In mixed
company they call themselves the JGs, but a few people have figured it
out or are in the know."
 
 "They brag about the fact that I've slept with all of them?" I asked
 in amazement.
 
 "No, they don't brag, at least outside their little group, but they
are all proud of the fact that they slept with you," she said, rolling
back onto me.
 
 "But why would they want to get together like that?" I asked.  "Are
all the girls I've slept with in this club?" I shuddered as I had
visions of all of them discussing my techniques and moves.
 
 "No, they use a selection criterion that's probably pretty close to
the one you use," she told me.
 
 "What do you mean?" I asked.
 
 "Well, look at the girls that you do more than once or twice.
They're all people with nice personalities who don't get jealous of
the fact that they are not your one and only, and despite knowing
that, they keep coming back for more.  Those are the girls that are
the JGs.  You can probably figure out the membership yourself."
 
 My head was spinning a little.  "And you want to be a JG?" I asked
 her.
 
 "I've been having sex with you for months now, if not exactly
intercourse," she told me.  "I know about a lot of your other
conquests, and I still come back for more.  I know that we won't end
up dating exclusively or anything like that.  I think that qualifies
me perfectly."
 
 I closed my eyes and pictured the various girls I'd been with, trying
to decide who considered themselves one of Jake's Girls.  "You know,"
Gemma said, interrupting my thoughts, "I understand that there was
some debate whether to call themselves Jake's Girls or Jake's Harem.
They picked Girls because JG sounds better than JH."
 
 "How did you know about all of this if they keep it so secret?" I
 asked.
 
 "I have my sources," she said mysteriously.
 
 "How come they never told me?" I asked.
 
 "I don't know, and they might be really pissed at me that I told
you," she said.  "Although, they don't exactly keep it a secret; lot's
of people at school wonder what the JGs are and how they could become
a member.  Maybe they were just waiting to see how long it would take
you to figure it out."
 
 "Why would people want to be a member of a club that they don't know
anything about?" I asked.
 
 "Well, you have to admit, some of the members are among the most
popular girls in the school," she informed me.  "People want to be
'in' with that group no matter what it takes."
 
 "I assume you didn't do this for membership rights?" I asked
 playfully.
 
 "I started wanting this well before the JGs were founded," she told
me.  "By all rights, I should be the senior member!"
 
 I started thinking about the membership again when she rolled
completely on top of me and told me, "While I might not mind sharing
you, I won't do it tonight!  Stop thinking about anyone else but me!"
Then she gave me a kiss that put anything but her out of my mind,
before she slithered down my body and put her mouth to work ensuring
that I would be ready for another round very quickly, and she
succeeded admirably.
 
 +++++
 
 I woke up in the morning as Gemma settled herself onto my cock, not
stopping until I was fully embedded in her.  I don't know what amazed
me more, the fiercely sexy look of determination on her face, or the
fact that she was able to get me hard for the fourth time.
 
 I pulled her down for a kiss, telling her, "You've got nothing to
prove.  Relax and enjoy it."
 
 "Oh, I'm going to enjoy it all right," she told me.  "But who knows
when the next time I'll be in a beautiful room like this with my sexy
lover.  I'm going to take advantage of it as much as I can!"
 
 She was pounding up and down on me, and I could see her wincing
occasionally; she might have gotten me off three times previously, but
a consequence of that was that it took me longer each time, and I
think her poor abused pussy was feeling it.
 
 I grabbed her to my chest and rolled us over, so that I was on top.
"You don't have to hurt yourself to have a good time," I told her, and
I started stroking slowly in and out.  It took a while, but I was able
to bring her to two more orgasms before I came in her.
 
 She groaned as I pulled out of her, and I kissed her tender lips
gently.  "I don't know if I'm going to be able to walk after this,"
she said.
 
 "I'll carry you then," I told her.
 
 "I'd bet you would, too," she exclaimed.  She was right, I would if
necessary.  However, it wasn't necessary, though she did have a little
limp as we walked out of the room dressed in the casual clothes we had
brought.  I left the card keys in the room as my father had instructed
me, and put out the 'Make up room' sign.  We went outside and our limo
was waiting for us.  He opened the door and we climbed into the back.
While I would have liked to have done it in a limo, we were both too
tired for that, so we just snuggled together, occasionally sharing
kisses.
 
 As we drove up to Joan's house, Gemma said, "Thank you, this was a
wonderful experience.  You might think that it would have been better
to do this with my one and only true love, but I can't think how it
could have been any better."
 
 She leaned over and kissed me gently.  Then she pulled back and poked
me in the chest with her finger.  "And you'd better not think this was
a one time experience.  Go off and have fun with your other girls, but
you'd best have some to spare for me!"
 
 I smiled at her and promised I would.  When we pulled up to Joan's
house, she told me to stay in the car so that people wouldn't see me
and talk.  She got out and walked up the walkway to the front door.
If she was concerned that people not know what she was doing, she was
out of luck.  Anyone looking at her bowlegged gait would quite easily
figure it out.
 


Chapter Twenty-Eight: The JGs



 At lunch on Monday, I sat down at the table with Sandy and some of
her friends.  I looked her over for a minute, and then I realized what
I was seeing.  I took her hand and lifted it, fingering a charm she
was wearing on her wrist. It was two letters: JG.  Conversation at the
table stopped and I looked at her with raised eyebrows.  A few people
at the table burst into laughter at the expression on my face.
 
 "Was this your idea?" I asked.
 
 She nodded, a mischievous look on her face.  "Do you think I was a
bad girl for doing this?" she asked.
 
 I just shook my head, but I decided that she would be punished for
this.  "How did you get the others to go along with this?"
 
 Also sitting at the table were Sarah and Maggie, and as I looked
closely I saw that Sarah had the charm at her wrist, too, while Maggie
was wearing it on a chain around her neck.  Sandy leaned forward and
whispered, "It wasn't as difficult as you seem to think."
 
 I leaned even closer and in a very quiet voice said, "Maybe it's time
that I show you my dungeon?"
 
 She shivered and licked her lips.  "At least wait until you get out
of the cafeteria!"  Maggie demanded, laughing.
 
 During the day I cataloged all of the other girls I saw wearing the
charm.  Gemma was right; if I were to pick a set of girls, this would
be it.  Later in the afternoon, Gemma walked up to me.  She was
wearing a white shirt with a fairly deep neckline for school, and
there, hanging between the tops of her breasts, was the gold JG.
 
 "You're a member now?" I asked.
 
 "Damn straight!  And I earned it!" She grabbed my head and gave me a
big kiss, earning snickers from some kids around us.  "The first
sophomore too!"
 
 "The first?" I asked.
 
 "I'm sure not the last," she told me with a wink.
 
 +++++
 
 Early the next week, I got a call from Kari that she was sick, as was
Cheri, and that I should not come over for a while.  I did as she
asked, and that weekend she asked me to come over.  When I did, Kari
greeted me at the door in a short robe.  She led me to the living
room, where Cheri was standing in a similar robe.  Kari looked quite
nervous so I said, "You're going to tell me eventually; you might as
well get it over with quickly."
 
 Kari reached into her pocket and took something out.  She reached
over and dropped it in my hand.  I looked at what she had given me,
and I saw that it was a JG charm.  I looked at her, not knowing what
was going on.
 
 "I was given this a while ago," she explained, "but I didn't feel
that I deserved to wear it."
 
 "Why not?" I asked her.
 
 "Because all those others could take them off at any time," she
replied.  "When they get a boyfriend, they will remove it to avoid any
questions that might arise.  Given my position, I didn't feel that was
appropriate."
 
 A dire feeling spread through me.  "What did you do, Kari?"
 
 She didn't reply, except to shrug out of her robe.  There, just to
the left of her clit, was the JG that the other's had on a charm.
Hers was tattooed on.
 
 "Oh my god!" I exclaimed.  "That's permanent!"
 
 "I know that, Jake," she said.  She looked calm, almost serene.  I
knew that she thought of herself as mine, but as I said, this was
quite permanent!  Then I realized something else.  I turned to Cheri.
She shrugged her shoulders and dropped her robe too.  It was not
really a surprise to see her similarly marked.
 
 "I thought you, at least, would have more sense!" I told her.
 
 She just shrugged again.  "I really didn't intend to; I was just
supposed to be taking Karen.  In fact, I tried to talk her out of it.
But when we got to the tattoo parlor, they took us into a private
room.  When we got in there, Karen took off her dress and lay down on
the table.  Incidentally, the dress was all that she was wearing.  She
had just recently shaved, so she was smooth as can be.  She gave the
guy the charm and told him to put it as close to her pussy as
possible.
 
 "The guy got his needle and started working.  I held Karen's hand,
but I watched what he was doing.  When he was done, I looked at what
she had on her, and I realized I was very, very wet.  Before I knew
what I was doing, I said, 'Could you do the same thing to me?'
 
 "He looked at his watch and said, 'Sure'.  Karen got up and looked at
herself in the mirror before he rubbed something on it and put a
bandage on.  While he was doing that, I took off my clothes.  I was
wearing pants and a shirt as well as a bra and panties, and I took
them all off.
 
 "I lay down on the table, and Karen came over to hold my hand.  The
slut didn't even put her dress back on.  I don't know why, but I
didn't feel any hesitation while he was doing it.  He had to wipe me
off before he could work; I was too wet.  When he finished with me, he
looked at both of us and told us to come back when we wanted nipple
rings."  Cheri blushed when she said that.
 
 "So you weren't sick this week?" I asked.
 
 "No," Kari replied.  "But I didn't want you to see me until I was
able to take off the bandages without a problem and I had completed
the initial care. I didn't want you to see it until it was perfect."
 
 "And how did you keep it from Helen?" I asked.
 
 "We didn't," Cheri replied.  "She saw it the first night.  It's hard
to keep something like that when you walk around naked."
 
 "How did she react?" I asked.
 
 "She just shook her head and snorted," Cheri replied.  "She did say
that she wouldn't say anything, and I guess she kept her word."
 
 "She didn't say anything to me," I told her.
 
 I looked at the two of them again.  Kari remained completely serene,
as if she knew that there was nothing wrong in the world.  Cheri, on
the other hand, looked quite nervous.
 
 "What the two of you did was wrong," I said. "You had yourselves
permanently marked without my permission. You are both going to spend
a weekend in the dungeon paying for that." They both looked stricken,
so I told them, "That said, I like what you've done."
 
 I held my arms open and they both came to me for a hug.
 
 "I don't know if I should feel gratified or frustrated," I said, "but
 I do love both of you."
 
 They snuggled close to me, and I gave them each a slap on the ass.
"On the couch, both of you!  I want to examine you more closely," I
ordered.  They ran to the couch and sat side by side, legs open for
me.  I got down between Kari's legs and looked closely at it.  It was
an almost perfect copy of the charm.  I ran my fingers over it, then
did the same with her pussy.  She was wet, and I checked to see if she
was delicious too.
 
 I did the same with Cheri, stopping before she came so that I could
take the opportunity to sink my cock into the opening that I had
gotten so wet.
 
 Before I left, I asked Kari, "Don't you take showers after gym with
 the rest of the girls?"
 
 She stood up straight and proudly said, "Yes."
 
 "What are you going to say to them?" I asked.
 
 "There's nothing to say," she told me.  "I'm sure that everyone will
know exactly what it means."
 
 I shook my head, gave her another kiss, and went home.
 


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