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Part 14
Over the following few days, Richard continued to enjoy himself at Sally’s expense, using her body in a variety of ways. Sometimes he would take her anally, making her impale herself on his stiff shaft as he taunted and tormented her, making her climax and then abusing her roundly. Other times he drove his cock into her hot, wet pussy, making her writhe around under him, or forcing her to ride on top. Once or twice he made her suck his cock until he emptied his load into her waiting mouth, insisting that she swallow every last drop.
Sally went to increasing lengths to please him. She would dress in her finest clothes, wear her sexiest underwear, and do all she could to please the man she hated so deeply, but who in her mind, had an unbreakable hold on her. After he had enjoyed her, she would stand in front of the girls and I and relate all the sordid details before joining them in an orgy of pleasure in which I frequently joined.
One evening I programmed all of them, and then had Richard introduce me as his friend Paul. We both stood at the front door of Sally’s home, looking expectantly at her as she flushed deeply with shame and embarrassment.
“I thought I’d bring Paul here over for some of your special hospitality.” Richard smiled, “I knew you wouldn’t mind, hey Sally?” Then he nudged me with his elbow conspiratorially.
Sally sighed deeply, her skin hot with colour. She looked down at the carpet, and then said in the smallest of voices, “No, of course not, Richard. Whatever you say.”
“Good girl!” He grinned, “Now let’s go to your bedroom and have some fun, yes? Oh, and get that little girl of yours to bring Paul and me a drink, ok?” He brushed past her and I followed, enjoying myself enormously.
As we made our way up the stairs I heard Sally say, “Helen, would you bring up drinks for Richard and Paul please.”
“What? To your bedroom mum?”
“Yes, to my bedroom!” She snapped, “Where else?”
“Yes mum.” Helen said quietly.
Moments later Sally closed the bedroom door behind her and turned to face us. She had chosen to wear an ivory coloured silk blouse and blue business skirt for the evening. Her make up was subtle and flawless and there was a delicate hint of her perfume in the air.
“I’ve been telling Paul here what a great time we have together, isn’t that right Sally?” Richard goaded. Sally flushed again, her fingers knotted together. She didn’t respond, merely nodded her head. “Yes, can’t get enough of me, can you Sally. Always makes a special effort. It’s worth the trip, I can tell you mate!”
“I don’t doubt it!” I sniggered, “But she seems a bit reluctant to me, mate. Is this what you call eager, is it? I’m obviously used to a bit more enthusiasm.”
Richard looked furious. He glared at Sally with such venom that she paled visibly. In a moment he had grabbed her by the arm and marched her from the room. As they stood outside the bedroom door I could hear him berating her.
“You better not make a fool of me, bitch. I’m not in the mood for your fucking nonsense.”
“I’m sorry Richard. I just wasn’t expecting you to bring someone else, that’s all.”
“I don’t care what you were fucking expecting, right? I’ve told him that you’re my hot bit of stuff, and you better put on a fucking good show in there, or you’re out on your arse, got that?”
“Yes, Richard, I’m sorry Richard.”
“Stop saying you’re sorry and get back in there. If he doesn’t have a real good time you’ll be sorry. Really sorry. Understand?”
“Yes Richard.”
The door opened and he stormed back in. “Sorry about that, mate. She’s a bit shy to start off with, but she soon warms up, don't you Sally?” He turned to her with a look which carried an unmistakable warning. She tried her best to smile. He ignored her and carried on. “So what do you think of her, then?”
I looked her up and down, very deliberately. She squirmed with embarrassment but dared not move away. “Not bad. Not bad at all. She’s got a good pair of tits on her, hasn’t she?”
“You bet! A right pair of beauties!” He beamed, then turned to Sally once more. “Don’t be anti-social then, show Paul your tits.” She hesitated for the briefest moment, then reached up with trembling fingers and began to open the buttons on her blouse. The silence in the room was oppressive, as Richard watched her, hawk-like, and she steadfastly avoided making eye contact with either of us. Finally she opened the last of the buttons and with a deep breath she held open the blouse, exposing herself to me.
Her firm, round tits were encased in a delicate, lacy white bra. I could see them rise and fall rapidly. I beckoned to her to come closer and she shuffled forward towards me. “I can’t see much with that bra in the way.” I sneered. Her head dropped as she reached for the clasp between the cups, then she opened it slowly and pushed it aside. She was blushing deeply, from her hairline down her face and throat and onto her chest. The deep, hot colour contrasted beautifully with the milky whiteness of her tits and the delicate pink of her nipples. I reached out slowly with one hand and ran my fingertips across her smooth skin, feeling her shudder as I touched her nipple, then began to cup and weigh each globe in turn. I rolled her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, gently squeezing them, teasing them until they began to stiffen.
“These are nice, I have to admit.” I said.
Richard looked smug. “Told you so, didn’t I? And she likes them played with too, don’t you, Sally?”
She didn’t reply. A tear escaped from the corner of her eye and rolled slowly down her cheek. She sniffed, then wiped it away with the back of her hand, before holding her blouse open once again. I continued to caress her firm tits for several seconds, and then the silence was broken by a gently knock on the bedroom door. Without waiting for a response, the door opened and Helen peered nervously in.
“Er, I’m sorry, sir.” She stammered, taking in the scene, “But mum said I was to bring the two of you drinks.” She stood in the doorway, watching as I played with Sally’s tits. Sally’s head dropped even lower with shame and humiliation.
“Well you don’t expect us to come and get them, do you?” Richard barked, “Bring them here, girl.”
“Yes sir.” She said at once. She walked first to Richard and handed him the glass tumbler with the amber liquid in it. Then she turned and walked towards me, keeping her head low, avoiding eye contact. She stood slightly to my right and offered the glass. When I made no attempt to take it she simply stood there, confused and uncertain.
“Your mum has a nice pair of tits, don’t you think?” I commented casually. Sally groaned, Helen didn’t respond, simply looked at me. “Well? Don’t you think so?”
“Yes, sir. I mean, no sir, I mean I, er I don't know sir.” She bleated.
“Yes, very nice. Nice and firm. A good size too, but not too big.”
“Yes sir.” She said quietly.
“You’re a pretty little thing. How old are you?”
“I’m fifteen sir, nearly sixteen.”
“Are your tits as nice as these?”
Helen coloured beautifully. “I er, I don’t know, sir.” She mumbled. Richard sniggered.
“There not as big as these, I can see. Maybe they will be one day, hmm?”
Helen squirmed with embarrassment. “Yes sir.”
I reached out and took the glass from her, freeing her to leave. She turned quickly on her heels and scuttled from the room, closing the door behind her. I sipped my drink, still playing with Sally’s tits with my free hand.
“Richard here tells me you’re always up for a bit of fun, that right?”
Sally sniffed again, nodded her head almost imperceptibly.
“He says you go like a Ferrari. Says you can’t get enough cock in you. Is he right?”
She reached up to wipe her face with the back of her hand again, tried her best to compose herself, then tried to smile once more. It was no more convincing than her last attempt. I grinned back at her.
“So what do you like best then?”
“I’m sorry, what do you mean?” She asked quietly.
“Well, do you like a good hard fuck?”
“Yes.”
“Thought you would. You look the type that likes a good hard cock up her cunt. That get you hot?”
“Yes.”
“Do you play with yourself imagining a big, stiff dick up you?”
“Sometimes.”
“What else do you like?”
“I, er, well I, er…”
“Do you like sucking cock?”
“Yes. Yes I like sucking cock.“ She admitted.
“Do you spit or swallow?”
“Swallow.” She said, her voice almost inaudible, even in the silence of the room.
“You like swallowing all that salty come, do you? Like the taste? What do you like best, the taste of the come, or the feeling of a cock shooting into your mouth?”
“I don’t know.”
I looked at Richard, who was grinning broadly. “Does she like anything else?”
“Oh lots, lots more! Tell him what really gets you hot, Sally. Tell him what you like to happen to you, and where you like a cock best. Go on, tell him now.” He urged, his voice rough with excitement.
I looked at her again. “Well? I’m waiting.”
She bit down on her bottom lip, her face a deep crimson. “I like to have my bottom smacked.” She said in a thin, croaky voice.
“Do you indeed?” I chuckled. “You like to go over a man’s knee like a naughty little girl and have your bottom warmed, do you? Very good! Does that turn you on?”
“Yes.”
“Do you get all hot and bothered? Does your little pussy get all wet?” I sneered. “And what about afterwards? What did Richard mean when he said to tell me where you like a cock best? Where do you like a cock best, Sally? Hmmm? Tell me.”
“Up my bottom.” She groaned in a half-sob.
“Up your bottom? You mean up your arse, don’t you? You like to have a cock up your tight little arse, do you? Say it then. Tell me you like to have a stiff cock up your tight little arse, go on.”
“I like to have a big, stiff cock up my tight little arse.” She sobbed.
“But you like to have your arse smacked first, right? Well, I think we can oblige there, hey Richard? Get the rest of your kit off, and then we can have some fun.” I ordered.
Head still bowed, she stepped away from me and shrugged off her blouse. Her bra quickly followed, and then she reached for the clasp of her skirt. In moments it had fallen to the floor, revealing a pair of lacy white panties which matched her bra. Without hesitating she hooked her thumbs into them and pushed them over her hips. As they fell to her ankles she stepped out of them and simply left them there, then she turned to face me, arms by her side, her entire body exposed to me.
“Richard, you never told me she had a shaved twat! And such a pretty one too! I like a woman who’s prepared to show me what she’s got. Turn around and let me have a look at the rest.”
Sally turned slowly ‘round, shuffling nervously. After she had done a couple of complete turns I made her bend over and open her legs, then I stood behind her and examined her shaven slit. I made her stand once more, then stood in front of her.
“Enjoying yourself?” I grinned. She tried her best to smile once more, again without success. “How’s your pussy? Is it wet?”
“I don’t know.”
“I bet you do. You girlies always know when your pussy’s wet! Shall I have a feel? Would you like that? Like to feel my finger sliding along your hot slit?” She made no reply, clearly torn between the shame of her predicament and the growing yearning within her. “But this isn’t really fair, is it?” I smiled.
“I, er, I don’t understand.” She said, nervously.
“Well you and me are having all the fun, aren’t we? Don’t you think Richard should have some fun too?”
“Er, yes, I suppose so.” She stammered.
“Yes. We don’t want Richard feeling left out, do we? I tell you what we’ll do. You go over and suck his cock for a bit, make him feel special, ok?” I grinned.
Without saying a word, she turned and shuffled slowly over to Richard, who was now sitting on the edge of the bed. She quickly knelt between his thighs and began to open his trousers. In moments she had freed his cock and was sucking eagerly on his stiffening shaft.
“That’s good.” I chuckled, “Very good indeed. I can see she likes to oblige, Richard. How’s that for you?” Richard merely smiled in response. “Right then, Sally, I want you to stand up and stick your pretty arse out towards me. You can carry on sucking Richard’s cock while you do that, yes?”
She climbed to her feet, then bent over to resume sucking his swollen shaft. I moved in behind her and ran my hands over the cheeks of her arse. “This is some piece of arse you’ve got here Richard. Very nice indeed.”
Richard smiled proudly. “Told you, didn’t I? Quite a little goer is Sally, no doubt about that.”
I put my hands on her inner thighs and pushed outwards, urging her to open her legs. She did so without complaint, and I stood back to admire the view of her shaven pussy. As she bobbed her head up and down on Richard’s cock her hips swayed and her slit seemed to beckon me on. I stepped forward once more and ran my fingertips along her lips. She groaned onto the cock in her mouth. I slowly ran the tip of one finger along her slit, from the base of her clit and along until I was teasing and tickling her tight back door. She groaned again and shuddered. I laughed quietly. “Yes, you like having your hot little pussy played with, don't you Sally? I can feel how hot and wet you are.” I pressed my finger onto her puckered hole. “And I bet you like having your shitter played with too, don’t you?” I pushed harder, feeling her sphincter resisting the invasion, and then overcoming it and sliding my finger slowly into her. She groaned again, then whimpered as she felt my finger penetrate her.
I thrust my free hand between her legs, began rub her pussy lips, making her squirm. I slipped my thumb between her lips and pushed it into her pussy, which was hot and wonderfully wet. She grunted, continued to suck greedily on Richard’s cock. I began to finger fuck both holes. She whimpered again, then pushed her hips back onto my invading fingers. I laughed again. “Can’t get enough, can you?” I looked at Richard and we both laughed. She groaned with shame and I saw her face flush deeply once more.
“You ever do two men at once before?” I asked quietly. Another shudder ran through her body. I dropped my trousers and positioned my cock against her pussy lips. I took hold of her hips and began to push, slowly entering her. She began to gasp and sigh with each thrust, pushing her pelvis back against me. “Enjoying yourself, Sally?” I chuckled. I began to drive my cock into her deeply, forcing her forward onto Richard’s cock. Richard grunted with pleasure, looked up at me and winked. I reached underneath her and found her clit, began to pinch and twist it. She wriggled her hips, trying to free her sensitive bud from the torment I was inflicting on her. I gave her arse a stinging slap, “Keep still, you little bitch.” I barked. She groaned again, then resigned herself to her torment. Soon she was moaning and whimpering, still sucking hungrily on the cock in her mouth. Richard had begun to twist and pinch her nipples, occasionally slapping her firm tits. She was sobbing with shame and desire.
I could feel my climax nearing, but wanted to continue with the fun. I pulled out of her and stepped back, watching as she stroked and sucked Richard’s cock. “That’s enough of that.” I ordered, “I think you should give Richard a good fucking now. Go on, get down on it. Make it a good one.”
She immediately straddled Richard and positioned his cock between her pussy lips, then with a sigh she sank down onto his shaft and began to rock her hips back and forth.
“Come on, put a bit of effort into it, you lazy bitch!” I barked, then leaned forward and slapped her arse hard. She yelped with shock, then began to fuck him like a crazed woman, bouncing up and down on his shaft, gyrating her hips. “That’s better! And now I think I’ll join in again.” I laughed.
Her head snapped ‘round to look at me. “What do you mean?” She asked, a note of panic in her voice.
“You’ll see. You just keep on pleasuring Richard.”
I moved in behind her and placed my cock against her back door. As soon as she felt my glans pushing against her sphincter she began to struggle. She turned to look at me over her shoulder, an appalled look on her face. “No! No, please, you can’t do that. Please, no. It would hurt. Please. I’ll do anything you want, but not that. Please. Please, I’m begging you, no.”
“Shut up.” I snapped, then took hold of her hips once more and pushed harder. I began to inch my cock into her bowels. She fell forward, her hands gripping Richard’s shoulders tightly, her entire body rigid. As soon as I was in her up to the hilt I began to rock my hips, moving my cock around inside her. Richard took this as his cue to grab her pelvis began pulling her back and forth. For a moment she remained rigid and then she began to moan and cry loudly.
“Oh! Ahhh! Nggghh! No, please. Oh my Gggggggggooooooooddddddddddd. Oh Jesus Christ, I’m going to come. I’m going to come. Oh God I’m coming. Ahhhhhheeeeeeeeeeee!” She screamed as her orgasm tore through her. Her entire body a quivering mass, her knuckles white as she gripped Richard’s shoulders tightly. She threw back her head and howled with pleasure, driving herself down onto our cocks, forcing them deep inside her. As her climax began to subside Richard grunted and began to shoot his load into her hot tunnel. She groaned and whined in time to each spasm of his shaft, and then I felt my climax start and I began to empty myself into her bowels. This drove her over the edge once more and she climaxed again. I pulled my cock out of her arse and let the last few spurts fall across her back. She groaned and shuddered, then reached behind her and began to massage it into her skin, then rolled off Richard and collapsed onto the bed, gasping for breath and trembling.
“Oh God, no more. Please, no more.” She gasped.
I looked down at her and grinned. “I think that’ll do for now.” I smiled, “You ok Richard?”
“Never better, mate!” He grinned.
I glanced down and saw Sally’s lacy, white panties on the floor where she had stepped out of them. I picked them up and slowly and deliberately wiped my cock on the gusset, leaving a brown smear on the delicate fabric. Then I tossed them over to Richard who grinned and did the same. Then I turned to Sally. “Put them on.” I ordered. She flinched as Richard held them out to her, then slowly took them. She stood up with a sigh of resignation and examined the stain. The look of pure revulsion on her face was poetic! As we both watched she stepped into them and pulled them up, then she stood, head bowed. I stepped towards her and reached out my hand. I began to massage the delicate lace into her pussy, pushing it into her damp folds, then made her turn around so that I could force the tiny garment into her arse. When I had finished she had a prefect camel toe and her arse cheeks were spilling out of the back.
“Something to remember us by.” I smiled. Then I casually fastened my trousers and motioned for Richard to follow. As soon as we were out of the room I put Richard under, gave him a few instructions, and sent him away. Then I returned to Sally, who was sitting on the edge of her bed and gave her similar treatment.
I made my way downstairs to the girls and sat and waited. A few moments later, Sally appeared. She was still wearing the lacy panties, and had put her silk blouse on again. As soon as she entered the room the girls began to question her.
“Mum, who was that man with Richard?” Helen demanded.
“He was a friend of Richard’s”
“How come you let him do that to you?”
“Do what?” Sandra asked, “What did he do?”
“Mum stood in front of him and opened her blouse. He was playing with her boobs when I went in with their drinks, and she was just standing there and letting him. He was horrible. He said she had a nice pair, and he asked me if I thought they were nice. And then he asked if mine were as nice as hers.”
Sandra giggled in delight. “What did you say?”
“I said I didn’t know.” Helen snapped. “Then he said mine weren’t as big as mum’s, and said maybe they will be one day.” Helen blushed at the thought
“What happened then?” Sandra demanded.
“I left the room.”
“So tell us what happened, mum. Come on, I want to know everything.” Sandra insisted.
With a sigh, Sally began to relay the details of her torment. Whenever she tried to skip any details Sandra seemed to know and asked a barrage of questions until Sally was forced to reveal everything. When she told how we had both taken her at the same time both of them were incredulous.
“You mean you had one in your pussy and the other up your bottom?” Helen asked, appalled.
“Yes.” Sally whispered.
“Wow! That is just gross!” Sandra shrieked. Sally stood before them both, her head bowed, wiping away the occasional tear. They made her continue with the story until she had told how we had both come in her, then finished with a shudder as she told them how we had wiped our cocks on her underwear, then made her put them back on.
Helen and Sandra listened in fascination. I could see Helen was quietly appalled by the story, Sandra, on the other hand, seemed excited by it all, laughing with delight at each new humiliation and occasionally dropping her hand between her legs and rubbing her pussy furtively.
“Is that the same pair of knickers that you’ve got on now?” Sandra asked, her excitement evident. Sally nodded. “Show me where they wiped their cocks!” She demanded. Sally shuffled her feet nervously, then hooked her thumbs into her waistband and pushed her panties down. She stepped out of them once more, then held them out to her youngest daughter. Sandra examined the stains, then blurted out, “Yeuch! That’s disgusting. Oh, how can you even bear to have them near you mum? God, you must really like all that stuff.”
“Is that right mum? Do you really like it when they do that to you?” Helen asked hesitantly.
“No. I mean, yes. I mean… oh I don’t know.” Sally stammered. “I don’t want it to happen. I keep telling myself I’ll stop, that we’ll get by whatever happens. And then Richard comes here and I just can’t say no. And when he’s doing things to me, I try not to enjoy it, but I just can’t help it.” She wiped away some more tears.
“I think you’re disgusting and rude.” Sandra snapped. “You say you don’t like it, but you keep on doing whatever he wants, and you enjoy it every time, don’t you?”
“Sandra, please, it isn’t as simple as that…”
“Sure it is. He comes ‘round and you do whatever he wants, and you like it, and you let him come back for more, and you never say no. I think you’re really rude and disgusting, and I think you should be punished.”
“Punished?” Sally echoed, “Don’t you think this is punishment enough?”
“No, I don’t as a matter of fact.”
“And what did you have in mind, punishing me yourself?” Sally snapped.
Sandra’s response shook her to the core. “Exactly!”
“What?” Sally and Helen said in unison.
“I said exactly. I’m going to punish you, exactly like Steve would. I want you to bend over the chair and I’m going to smack your bottom.”
Helen looked at her sister in shock, unable to speak. Sally flushed deeply, began to stammer. “Sandra, you can’t mean that. I mean, you can’t be serious. I’m your mother, for heaven’s sake!”
“I don’t care! You’ve been really, really naughty, so get over the chair.”
Sally stared at her, aghast. After several seconds she shuffled across to the chair as if sleepwalking, then slowly bent over it, presenting her arse to Sandra. Sandra stood up, a sly grin on her face, then strode confidently over to her mother. She stroked Sally’s cheeks, slowly and deliberately, then began to smack her upturned arse and thighs, making Sally squeal with anguish. I glanced across at Helen, to see that she had her hand down the front of her knickers and was rubbing furiously. Sandra kept on smacking Sally, until her bottom and thighs were pink and flushed. Finally she stopped and stood back to admire her work.
The room was completely quiet, save for Sally’s gasps and sobs. Sandra looked pleased with herself, Helen continued to rub her pussy. Finally, Sandra spoke.
“OK mum, you can get up now, but there’s something else I want you to do.”
Sally stood slowly, rubbing her stung flesh. “What?” She asked quietly.
“I want to see how you could take two in you at the same time. Go and get your vibrator, and Helen.” She turned to her sister, who quickly pulled her hand out of her knickers, blushing deeply, “You go and get yours. I want mum to do it to herself with both of them, so I can see what it was like.”
Helen ran for the stairs, was back in the room before Sally had even made the first stair. “Here it is, Sandra.” She panted, still red faced with embarrassment. After several seconds, Sally came back downstairs, clutching her vibrator. Helen handed her the other one, and then both of them settled back to watch the show.
Sally fell to her knees in the middle of the room, then slowly inserted one of the plastic shafts in her pussy. She sighed as it slipped effortlessly into her, then began to raise and lower her hips, pushing it deeper and deeper. She closed her eyes and positioned the second shat against her back door and began to ease it into herself. She groaned and sighed as she felt it penetrate deeper and deeper, and then she was manipulating both of them, slowly fucking herself as the two fascinated girls watched. Helen’s hand was once more thrust down her knickers, her fingers wriggling visibly.
“Did you come when they did it to you?” Sandra asked.
“Yes.” She replied, huskily.
“Are you going to come now?” She asked with a giggle.
“Yes. Oh God, yes! Mmmmm! Oh! Ah! Oh! Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Yyyyyyyeeeeeeeeesssssssssssssss!” She rolled onto her side as she climaxed, hugging her knees to her chest. When she recovered she glanced up at Sandra, who was smiling broadly.
“Wow, mum, that was amazing!” Sandra gasped.
“Yes, totally amazing!” Helen agreed.
“I think Helen should do that now.” Sandra announced.
Helen looked appalled. “What? You want me to do it with two of them like mum just did?” She asked, aghast.
“Yes! I want you to bring yourself off just like that, with one up your pussy and another up your bum!” Sandra’s eyes glittered with excitement.
Helen’s grew wide with shock. “But, I, er, I mean, I’ve never done it like that before. I don’t know if I can.”
“Try.” Sandra said simply. “Come on, get your things off and have a go.”
Helen began to undress. She threw her T-shirt aside, then pushed her pale pink knickers down and stepped out of them. She looked around for the two vibrators, then blushed as she realised that Sandra had already found them and was handing them to her.
She took hold of them gingerly, then almost dropped them in shock. “Eugh! They’re still wet!” She exclaimed.
“Then wipe them on something.” Sandra barked, her excitement mounting.
Helen looked around for something to wipe the plastic shafts on.
“Use your knickers!” Sandra giggled.
Helen dutifully wiped the shafts on her knickers, then lay on the floor in front of her sister. Sandra watched in fascination as Helen spread her legs and placed the tip of the first shaft against her pussy lips. The hairs around her slit were clearly wet, and her lips were swollen. She let out a sigh of pleasure as she eased the shaft deeper and deeper into her moist tunnel. Sandra leant forward, scrutinising Helen’s actions intently. Then I noticed that Sally too was watching in fascination. In moments Helen was sliding the glistening plastic shaft in and out of her pussy, her face registering the pleasure she was experiencing. Without further urging, she positioned the second vibrator against her puckered hole, began to ease it gently inside. After a few seconds Sandra asked softly, “Do you want me to help you, Helen?”
Helen looked up at her for a moment, then smiled shyly and nodded. Sandra threw herself onto the floor beside her and reached for the shaft in Helen’s pussy. “I’ll do this one, you do the other!” She grinned, then began to shaft her sister enthusiastically. Helen sighed with pleasure, then closed her eyes in concentration as she eased the shaft further into her bowels.
Slowly and gently, Helen eased the second shaft into her back door, sighing and gasping. When it was all the way in she began to slide it in and out slowly. A low moan escaped from her as she felt the two shafts inside her.
“What does it feel like?” Sandra asked urgently.
“Oh God!” Helen panted, “Oh it’s amazing!”
Sandra leaned forward, her face between Helen’s thighs, then began to lick Helen’s clit. Helen’s eyes opened wide in surprise, and then she began to buck her hips, forcing the shaft in Sandra’s hand deep into her pussy and driving the second shaft deep into her arse.
“Oh! Oooooooh. Ah! Oh, God yes! Mmm! Mmmmm! Mmm! Mmmmm! Mmm! Oh wow!”
As he climax took hold she froze in position, legs spread wide, hips high in the air, Sandra still licking her clit, the two shafts still buried deep in her. And then she sighed and fell back to the floor, her face red, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
As Helen lay recovering, Sandra gently slipped the vibrator out of her pussy and examined it. I could see that it was slick with Helen’s juices. Slowly and deliberately Sandra brought the shaft up to her face and began to lick along its’ entire length.
“Mmmmm! I love the taste of your pussy, Helen!” She grinned. Helen looked at her and smiled, and then Sandra was tugging urgently at her knickers, dragging them over her hips and down her thighs. As soon as she was free of them she lay back and spread her legs wide, then slipped the shaft into her pussy and began to slowly fuck herself with it. She began to stroke and rub her clit, whimpering in time to the rhythm of the shaft. Within moments Helen crawled over to her and began to lick her clit, pausing for a moment to say, “I love the taste of your pussy too!” before burying her face between Sandra’s thighs.
I watched Sandra writhe around on the floor, Helen’s face buried between her thighs, feeling my cock stiffen again. I glanced over at Sally, who was watching her daughters in fascination, her hand gently stroking her pussy lips. I smiled to myself at how well they’d taken my programming, then decided it was time to pay a visit next door.
I left Sally and the girls to their amusements and quickly made my way over to Richard’s place. He greeted me with the usual enthusiasm, and started to tell me all about his latest episode with Sally, and his new friend Paul. I quickly silenced him and told him to go off for a long drive in the country. He wasn’t to return for at least two hours. As soon as he was out of the way I went to Edward’s room. He was lying on his bed, a porn magazine open in front of him and he had wrapped a pair of knickers around his shaft, which he was pumping vigorously.
He stopped masturbating as soon as I went into the room, but made no complaint at the intrusion, having long since learned to accept my presence.
“Had a chance to look in on Donna or Hannah today?” I asked, innocently.
“Fuck, yes!” He grinned, “I went into the bathroom this morning and Donna was in there. She was in the shower, soaping herself, and when she saw me standing there she didn’t yell out, like she usually does. She just stood there, washing herself, letting me look at her. Fucking great pair of tits! They look even better covered in warm, soapy water, I can tell you!” He giggled.
“Maybe she likes it when you watch her?” I suggested.
“No way! She usually goes fucking crazy when I walk in on her. Maybe she’s just getting used to it?”
“I really do think she likes it when you watch her. You wait and see.” I grinned. I put him under, then gave him instructions to wait until he heard Donna go into her room, then creep in as quietly as he could exactly five minutes later and watch what happened.
I left Edward and went back downstairs to find Donna in the kitchen. As soon as she saw me she practically threw herself into my arms, covering my face and neck with hot, passionate kisses and thrusting her hand into my crotch.
“Oh go Steve! Oh I thought you’d never come over.” She panted, “Can I have it? Can I have your lovely hard cock tonight? Oh I need it Steve, I need it so bad. Please Steve. Please give it to me.”
“Not tonight, love.” I said, smiling to myself as she pouted in disappointment. I put her under. “Have you been imagining Edward watching you when you undress?”
She nodded, a slight blush crossing her face.
“And have you been playing with yourself whilst you imagine him watching?”
She flushed deeper. “Yes.”
“Well now I want you to so upstairs to your room…”
“Yes.”
“And get undressed…”
“Yes.”
“Take everything off and lie on the bed…”
“Oh Jesus, yes!”
“And I want you to play with yourself. Bring yourself to orgasm. Understand?”
She groaned in anticipation.
“Only this time, Edward will be watching you…”
She shuddered.
“He’ll be right there in the room with you, watching every move you make. I want you to pretend that you don’t know he’s there. Keep your eyes closed, make him think you don’t know, understand?”
She clamped her lips together and nodded. I could see her nipples standing proud, already aroused at the prospect. I woke her up.
“Don’t you have something you have to do?” I asked, smiling.
Her face blanched of colour, then blushed furiously. “Er, yes, that’s right. I’m sorry Steve, I have to go and do something. Will you excuse me please?”
“Of course!” I smiled, watching as she made for the stairs, her arse swaying enticingly beneath her skin tight jeans.
I grinned at the thought of the display she was about to put on for her step-son, then went to Hannah’s room. She looked delicious in a white T-shirt and black jeans, and kissed me deeply as soon as she saw me. I ran my hands up over her firm tits, feeling her nipples stiffen at my touch.
“Did you bring them?” She asked anxiously.
“Bring what?”
“The videos. You said you’d bring me videos so that I could learn how to do it properly. Have you got them?”
I smiled at her eagerness, “No, not yet, but I’ll bring them next time. I thought we could have another practical lesson this evening, what do you think?”
Her face flushed appealingly, “Oh God, yes please!” She breathed.
Within moments she had undressed completely, and was tugging urgently at my jeans, her hand reaching inside and wrapping around my cock in a firm grip. She kissed me deeply, her breasts rising and falling rapidly as she became more aroused. She freed my cock, then dropped to her knees and began to suck hungrily on it, her fingers gently stroking my balls. I watched in amusement as she closed her eyes and gave herself over to pleasuring me, her concentration intense.
Without a word I gently took hold of her arm and raised her up, then steered her to her dressing table. I positioned her so that she was bent over it, her shapely arse towards me, her pretty face reflected in the mirror. I slipped my hand between her thighs and began to stroke her hot, wet pussy, running the tip of my thumb along her slit, feeling the dampness there. She leant on the dressing table on her elbows, pushing her arse towards me.
She sighed and let her head fall forward, her face now curtained by her hair. After a few moments of teasing her moist slit, I gently slipped my thumb into her wet hole and let the knuckle of my index finger rest against her stiff clit. I began to rub my knuckle against her sensitive nub, my thumb rubbing against the walls of her tunnel. She shuddered and groaned, then raised her head quickly, throwing her hair back off her face. She licked her lips, then closed her eyes in concentration once more.
Within moments she was rocking her hips back and forth, the walls of her pussy tightening on my thumb. I slipped my hand around her and began to cup and caress her firm tits, watching her refection. She clamped her lips together tightly, her eyes still closed, brow furrowed. She began to hum to herself as she thrust her hips onto my hand, rhythmically, in time.
Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter as she fucked herself on my hand. I stroked her back with my free hand, then cupped and stroked each cheek of her arse, before running my fingertip down her crack. I slowly pushed my finger between them until I was able to circle her tight little hole. She gasped softly as I began to ease my finger into her back door, still grinding her hips onto my hand. As my finger slowly eased into her puckered hole she raised herself up, resting on the palms of her hand, and pushed her hips back to meet my finger. She began to sigh and whimper as my thumb and finger teased her pussy and clit, whilst the other slowly penetrated her arse.
I pulled my finger back, leaving only the tip still in her back door, then pushed it forward again. She shuddered, then cried out in a tremulous voice, “Oh my God, this is amazing!”
I began to rub her clit faster and faster, driving her towards climax, and at the same time pushed my finger deeper and deeper into her arse. She gasped again, her hands clenching into fists as she pushed back at me once more, her hips writhing, her pussy juices flowing freely. She was so close to climax. In a swift movement I pulled my hand away from her pussy and stepped in closer, positioning my cock between her lips. She looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes wide with lust. I hesitated for a moment, then began to slowly drive my cock into her, pushing my finger into her arse as I did so. Her entire body went rigid, and then she let her breath escape with massive sigh. I began to drive my cock into her, watching her firm flesh quiver with the impact. I pushed my finger as deep into her arse as it would go, whilst reaching round to squeeze her tits. She gasped and moaned as I rolled each nipple between thumb and finger, feeling them tighten.
I began to alternate my strokes, pulling my finger out of her arse as I drove my cock into her. I watched her facial expressions change in the mirror, first pleasure, then discomfort, but always mounting toward a climax. Her eyes became wild and feverish, she licked her lips repeatedly, gasped and moaned. Finally she started to come. I put my arm around her waist and pulled her to me, driving my cock deep into her. At the same time I pulled my finger from her arse and quickly forced it into her mouth. She yelped with surprise and alarm, but still sucked on it dutifully. I leaned in close to her and growled in her ear, “That’s right, Hannah, suck that finger that’s been up your arse, suck it and lick it clean for me while you come.”
Her entire body shook as she sucked on my finger whilst coming on my cock. I drove myself into her a few more times before giving myself over to climax. As she felt my cock shooting deep into her she moaned and writhed, still sucking my finger.
She fell forward onto her elbows, gasping for breath, her face covered once more by her hair. I slipped my cock out of her and pulled my trousers up. Then I ran a finger the length of her spine until I was stroking her tight hole once more. She shuddered as I gently circled her rose bud with my fingertip, but made no complaint or effort to move away.
“Did you ever let anyone put his finger up your bum before?” I asked, needlessly.
She shook her head, her face still covered, “Never!” She said quietly.
“Did you like it?”
“Not really. It felt really, really rude, you know, and it hurt a bit too.”
“That’s too bad, because I really like all that kind of stuff.” I said pointedly.
She turned her head quickly to look at me, “Really Steve?” She asked, a surprised look on her face.
“Yeah, really. It really turns me on.”
She looked away from me for a moment. “And you’d like to do that kind of thing with me?”
“Sure, why not?”
She stepped forward and put her arms around me, hugging me gently. “Maybe it was just a bit new for me. Maybe I’ll really like it when I get used to it.” She sounded like she was trying to convince herself as much as me. “I said I wanted to learn how to do it properly, how to do it good, so I can make you happy. I meant that, Steve. I want you to teach me everything, so I can get better at it.”
I stroked her hair. “Don’t worry,” I murmured, “I’ll make you really good at this!”
She looked up at me, her eyes wide, trusting and devoted, then smiled happily. A short time later I made my excuses and left.
I went at once to find Edward, who was once again masturbating into a pair of Donna’s knickers. Without prompting, he immediately launched into an account of his experience.
“Fuckin’ fantastic!” He raved, “I sneaked into Donna’s room and there she was, stark naked on the bed. I could see everything, you know? She had her legs spread real wide, and she was playing with her cunt and squeezing her tits. Man she was hot! Her fingers were like a blur, and her cunt looked really wet. She kept making little crying noises, and moaned like anything. I went and stood at the end of the bed, right between her legs, and she pushed her hips up in the air and held her cunt wide open, like she wanted me to have a good look! She kept on fucking herself, at one point I thought she was going to put her whole fuckin’ hand in there!” He laughed in delight. “Then she started rubbing her clit, really fast. And it looked all wet and swollen, and she was thrashing around on the bed like she was fuckin’ demented or somethin’. And then she started to cry out, sort of, ‘oh, oh, oh,’ and it kept getting louder and higher all the time. I thought she was going to scream the fuckin’ house down! And then she just stopped. She closed her legs real tight, and her hand was still on her cunt, and she was like rocking backwards and forwards on her hand, and then she cried out again. Then she just went floppy and lay back on the bed. I thought she was going to sleep, so I crept out of the room. It was fuckin’ brill!” As he finished his account he groaned and began to shoot his load into Donna’s knickers, holding the delicate pink fabric over his glans. When he’d finished he threw them aside and slumped back on his bed, a smug grin on his face.
Smiling to myself, I went in search of Donna. I found her curled up on her bed in the darkened room, sobbing gently. I put her under, gave her some more programming, then sat back and listened to her misery.
“I don’t know what’s come over me.” She sobbed, “To think that I could do such a thing. I mean, he’s only a boy, just a kid really, and I let him watch me as I did that. He could see everything. Oh God, I feel so ashamed.”
“But you enjoyed doing it in front of him, didn’t you?” I coaxed.
“Yes, but I don’t know why. I sort of pretended he wasn’t there, you know? I knew he was watching me, but I kept my eyes closed and tried to tell myself that it was just some weird fantasy. I’ve never done that in front of anyone before, never. And now all of a sudden, I’m doing it in front of him. In front of my step-son.”
“And you’re going to do it again, aren’t you?”
“What? Oh no, no, I can’t. I couldn’t do that again, not ever. Oh Jesus, I think I’m going to die of shame. Just to think of what I’ve done is bad enough, but to even imagine doing it again. No, I mustn’t, it’s wrong.” She wailed.
“But you don't have any choice, do you?” I teased, relishing the power I had over her, “You need satisfaction, don’t you? You need that release isn’t that right?”
“Yes, but there are other ways, surely?” She sounded so desperate.
“Well I can always give you satisfaction, can’t I?” I offered.
“Yes!” She beamed, “You can always do it for me, Steve.”
“But the trouble is, I’m kind of busy these days. I can’t always be there for you. And you need to climax every day, don't you? What are you going to do?”
“I’ll just go without.” She said hastily, “I’ll wait until you can be with me.”
I prepared her for some more programming. “Donna, you’ll have to masturbate at least once a day, and the only way you can climax is if Edward is there watching you, understand?”
“Yes.”
“But soon it won’t be enough just to have him watch you. You’ll want him to touch you. Imagine that. Imagine wanting him to touch you, needing him to run his hands over you, just so you can climax.”
She shuddered and let out a small, pitiful whimper. “Oh Jesus Christ! I must be losing my mind.” And then she gasped and went even paler. “Christ, what about Richard? Oh God, if he ever found out, he’d kill me, he’d go absolutely fucking crazy. Oh my God, Steve, what am I going to do?” She began to sob again.
“Donna, you know you can trust me, right?”
“Yes, of course.” She sniffed.
“So if I tell you that Richard won’t do anything about this, you can believe me, ok?”
“Well, yes. But I don’t see how you can say that, I mean, Richard will go mad if he finds out, I know it.”
“You leave Richard to me.” I smiled to myself. This was going to be fun! I asked Donna a few more questions, just to make sure she had the programming right, then left her to recover. I made my way downstairs and poured myself a glass of Richard’s best scotch and waited for him to return from his drive in the country. As soon as he returned I gave him his instructions. The following day he was to set up a business trip, one which would keep him away from home for at least three days. When I woke him he became very serious and started to explain about how he had to go away on urgent business. How he would be away for two or three days, “Possibly longer.” He said gravely, “Can’t say too much about it. It’s all a bit sensitive.” He winked at me conspiratorially, then asked me to keep an eye on his family while he was away. “I know I can rely on you to look after them.” He said earnestly. I almost broke down and laughed in his face!
The following morning Richard telephone me at work to confirm that he would be away for the rest of the week, “Probably back Saturday morning.” He confided. At the end of the call I sat and thought for a moment, deciding what I was going to do with my little harem for the next few days. I decided to enlist the help of my medical colleague, Dave Ritchie, and his extended library of porn. My earlier attempts to steer the developing sexuality of Sally, Helen and Sandra had worked well, now I wanted to try something a little more extreme with sixteen-year-old Hannah. I had also decided that Dave should have a little fun with Sandra! I made arrangements to visit him at his home that evening.
When the girls arrived home from school that afternoon I took Sandra to one side and put her under. Then I planted the idea in her mind that she felt left out because Helen had been examined by the doctor twice, whereas she had not been examined at all. I also suggested to her that whilst she would find the experience embarrassing, she would also find it strangely exciting and enjoyable. I let her absorb the suggestion for a few minutes after I woke her up, making myself busy in the kitchen. I wasn’t at all surprised when she came and found me.
“Steve?” She said quietly, “You know when Helen had to go to the doctors, and he examined her and she had to do all those embarrassing things?”
I smiled at her, “Yes, I remember. You seemed to enjoy making here tell you all about it.”
She giggled deliciously, “Yes, that was fun, wasn’t it!” She paused for a moment, “Well I was wondering, will I have to be examined by him?”
“Yes, I suppose you will at some point.” I conceded, hiding my smile.
Sandra’s eyes glittered with barely suppressed excitement. “Really? You really think so?”
“Well yes. Does that bother you at all?”
“Oh no!” She said, then realised she had given more away than she’d intended, “I mean, er, no, I mean, if that’s what has to happen, then I suppose I’ll have to accept it, won’t I?”
“Good girl.” I beamed at her.
“When will I have to go?” She asked cautiously.
“Well, as a matter of fact, I was talking to him today, and he said he thought you’d better be checked over pretty soon.”
She giggled again, her eyes alight with excitement and nervous energy. “When Steve, when will I have to go?” She asked urgently.
“Well, if you think you can cope with it, I could take you to see him tonight.” I said, pretending to give her the option.
Her eyes widened still further. “Really? Tonight? Gosh!”
“Yes, I have to go and see him about some other business. I’m sure he would be happy to examine you if I asked him to. Would you be ok with that, or would you rather wait?”
“Oh no, Steve, if you think I should go, then I will. And I’ll do my very best Steve, I promise.” She breathed.
“OK, well I’ll tell your mum, and we can go soon.”
She clapped her hands with excitement, then threw her arms around me and hugged me. I smiled to myself, knowing that Dave would have a great time with her.
“Should I wear my school uniform, do you think, or something else?” She asked.
“School uniform will be fine, but make sure you’re wearing clean knickers. You don’t want to be embarrassed, do you?”
She blushed deeply at the realisation of what was coming. “No, Steve, of course not.” She said hurriedly, then scampered off to change.
I found Sally alone in her bedroom. She looked confused. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
“It feels weird not having to be available for Richard.” She confessed.”
“You miss him?”
“Not exactly.”
“You mean you miss him making you do those rude, shameless things? You miss the humiliation?”
She gasped. “How do you know all those things about me?” She said, incredulously, “You seem to know me better that I know myself.”
“I can read you like a book Sal, I know what you like! You know what I think you should be doing while Richard’s away?”
“No, what?” She looked at me nervously.
“Planning what kind of a welcome home you’re going to give him. Have you got your costumes sorted out yet?”
She flushed, then looked away from me. “No, not yet, at least not all of them. I’ve managed to put a schoolgirl outfit together, but that’s all.” She confessed.
“Well why don’t you have a think about some other things you could do for him, like maybe sexy underwear, then when I get back you can show me how Sally the schoolgirl looks!”
“You’re going out?”
“Yes, I need to speak to Dave Ritchie about a few things, and I thought I’d take Sandra with me, so he can give her a bit of a check-up. That ok with you?”
“Er, well, yes, I, er suppose so, if you think she needs it Steve.”
“Better safe than sorry. We’ll see you later. Have a think about Richard, and also what you’d like me to do to you when I get back, ok?”
She grinned at me lustfully. “Oh I can think of any number of things I’d like you to do to me, my darling!” She purred.
“Good. Just make sure you’re in your school uniform. I want to see if you’re as sexy as your daughters.” I grinned. Without waiting for a reply, I made my way downstairs, where Sandra was waiting impatiently.
“Can we go now Steve?” She demanded, “Only I don’t want the doctor to be cross with me for being late.”
I bit my lip to suppress another smile, and made for the car. Sandra was quiet for the entire journey, whether through fear or excitement, I couldn’t judge. I suspected it was a mixture of the two. On several occasions she took a deep breath, as if about to say something, then thought better of it. Finally, we arrived at Dave’s house and she followed me timidly to the door.
She skulked behind me as Dave opened the door, her face flushed. Dave invited us in, then his eyes raked over her hungrily. He glanced at me and smiled, then showed us to the living room. He turned to me and said, “Well you know where everything is, make yourself at home. Sandra, you come with me, and we can get started.”
“Yes doctor.” She said, her voice small and timid. It seemed that all of her self-confidence had been left at home, now she was a nervous little girl. I watched in amusement as she trailed dutifully after Dave, following him up the stairs. At the last moment Dave looked over his shoulder and winked at me.
I poured myself a beer and started to sort thought his extensive porn library. I knew what I was looking for, and as I sorted through the tapes in a leisurely fashion, I thought of Dave and Sandra upstairs. I didn’t doubt that Dave would be enjoying himself immensely, he had been eager to sample the delights of Sandra for some time. I knew too that Sandra would face the same dilemma which had so perplexed Helen. She would be hugely embarrassed by the experience, but also excited by it.
After perhaps an hour I had found the tapes I was looking for. The first of my selection showed a young woman, not unlike Hannah, enthusiastically pleasuring a well-built man. She sucked eagerly on his cock, before straddling and riding him energetically. After several minutes, she dismounted, then lay on her side as he steered his cock into her tight hole, moaning and groaning as he slid his cock up her arse. As he drew close to climax she quickly turned and began to suck and lick his shaft. As he began to spurt into her mouth she swallowed hungrily, before pulling it out of her mouth and letting the last few spurts cover her face and tits. The second film showed a woman masturbating with a large, pink dildo, reaching a noisy climax. Finally, a film with an orgy scene. A pretty brunette was lying on a rug with her legs spread wide. A number of men and women stood around watching as a series of men each enjoyed her pussy or her mouth. After several had enjoyed her, she was turned over and several more men enjoyed her arse. Throughout the scene, the audience made comments about her body and her performance. Finally she was made to masturbate for the watching group, repeatedly thrusting her fingers into her pussy or her back door, and licking them clean before being allowed to climax to cheers and laughter from the audience.
I was just finishing my beer when Dave came down the stairs grinning, with Sandra trailing behind looking thoroughly uncomfortable.
“Everything ok?” I asked, feigning innocence.
“Well sort of.” Dave said with a grin. Sandra looked up at him pleadingly, her face going a deep red.
“Something wrong?” I asked.
“No, not really. I gave her a thorough examination, and you were a very good girl, weren’t you Sandra?” He smiled again. Sandra blushed even more deeply. “But I was a bit concerned at the lack of pubic hair. She should certainly have a little bit of a thatch by her age. However, it seems young Sandra here has been hiding a secret. Go on, tell Steve what you do.” He urged.
Sandra hung her head in shame and embarrassment, her skin burning. “I shave my er …, you know.” She mumbled.
“Speak up Sandra, we can’t hear you.” Dave snapped.
She sighed deeply, then without looking at either of us blurted out, “I shave my pussy. I do it all the time. I know you like mum’s, and she shaves hers, so I thought that if I shaved mine you’d like me more than Helen.” She drew in a deep, ragged breath, then began to knot her fingers together nervously.
I glanced at Dave, who was trying so hard not to laugh I thought he’d injure himself. I composed myself for a moment, then said, “Sandra! That’s a very naughty thing to do! How dare you keep secrets from me like that. I’m very angry with you, do you understand?”
“Yes Steve.” She whimpered.
“I forbid you to do that any more, in fact, I’m going to inspect your pussy every day from now on to make sure you’re not doing anything so silly, is that clear?”
“Yes Steve, I’m sorry Steve, really I am. I only did it because I thought it would make you happy, Steve. Please don’t be angry with me Steve.” Tears had escaped from her eyes and were running freely down her face.
“Yes, well, sorry might be good enough or I may feel the need to spank you bare bottom when we get home.”
Her small body shuddered at the prospect, “Yes Steve.” She muttered.
“Right, now go and wait for me by the car.” I barked. She immediately left the room. I turned to Dave. “Well? Enjoy yourself?” I grinned.
He smiled broadly, “Too fucking right I did, mate. Jesus! What a little cracker! Lovely little body, and hot for it too! I made her come twice before I slipped her a length, and doesn’t she like a cock up her? I tell you mate, if she’s handled right she’ll turn into the best fuck you’ll ever have! Got any more plans for her?”
I told him about how I’d given her power over both Sally and Helen. He chuckled with delight.
“Fucking great! I can see her in a year or two, a right little dominatrix with the girls, but completely obedient with the men. Brilliant! You will let me have the pleasure of her again soon, won’t you?”
“No problem.” I grinned, “In fact, next time why don’t you come to the house? You can take your pick then?”
He thought for a moment, then began to laugh. “I think that would be bloody brilliant!” He said.
A short time later I made my way to the car, where Sandra was waiting dutifully. Before we drove away I put her under and gave her the necessary instructions, then started my interrogation.
“So what was it like then?” I asked for starters.
“It was weird!” She said, a slight nervous giggle in her voice. “He made me stand in front of him, and then he lifted up my skirt and looked at my knickers. He said I was a good girl for wearing clean ones, and then he opened my blouse and looked at my bra.
then he made me take my blouse and skirt off and I had to stand there while he looked at me. And he made me turn around and bend over, and he said I had a nice little bum. That made me giggle. And while he was looking at me I started to feel ever so funny.”
“Funny in what way?”
“Like I feel when you and me are together, and I know you’re going to do it to me, and I start to get all excited, and my pussy tingles. I started to feel like that. And I expected to feel really embarrassed when he started to look at me, and I did feel that too, but it was kind of exciting at the same time! I suppose that’s how Helen felt when she came to see him.”
“What happened next?”
“Well then I had to take my bra and knickers off. And I started to feel really, really rude and naughty.”
“Why did you feel that way?”
“Because I started to like it!” She giggled deliciously. “Was it rude and naughty to feel like that, Steve?”
“Not at all. I’m sure Doctor Ritchie wouldn’t think so, either. Carry on telling me what happened.”
“Well when I’d taken everything off, he made me stand still and he looked at me, and he was walking ‘round me just looking at me. And then he touched my bottom, he squeezed it a bit and said it looked really cute! Then I had to bend right over and touch my toes, and then I had to jump up and down for a bit. Then he asked me a lot of questions, like do I like it when you touch my pussy, and do I like touching your cock. And he wanted to know what me and Helen do together, so I had to tell him all about it, and I felt myself getting redder and redder, but it was exciting at the same time. Then he asked me if I’d ever touched anyone’s cock but yours. When I told him I hadn’t he opened his trousers and told me to touch his. It was a lot like yours, Steve, but I like yours better! Then he started to touch my boobs, and then he was sucking and licking them. I felt ever so embarrassed, Steve, but it felt sort of nice too!”
“Then what?”
“Then he made me lie on the bed and open my legs up really, really wide, so he could see all of me, and he laughed at me, Steve.” She sounded outraged! “He laughed and said I had a pussy like a little girl. He said I ought to have some hair on my pussy, and said that there might be something wrong with me. I didn’t want to tell him my secret, Steve, but he started to stroke me there, and the he put a finger inside me, and he laughed again because I was getting wet down there. And he said that if I was grown-up enough to like having my pussy played with, I should have some hair on it. He said that if I didn’t have hair on my pussy, I wasn’t old enough to play with a man’s cock. I didn’t want him to stop me being with you, Steve, so that’s when I had to tell him, you know, about how I shave the hair off.” She paused for a moment. “I really am sorry Steve, you know, that I did that and didn’t tell you. I won’t do anything like that ever again Steve, I promise with all my heart.”
“I believe you. Tell me what happened next.”
“Well, when I told him that I shaved my pussy he laughed again. And he called me a saucy little bitch!” She giggled at the memory. “Then he asked me if I ever play with my pussy. And I said that I did, and that I sometimes used a vibrator on my pussy, or got Helen to do it to me, and he laughed again. Then he said he wanted me to show him how I play with it, and he sat on the end of the bed and watched me as I played with my button, and he made me keep on going until I came, Steve, and I felt really embarrassed. After I’d come, he told me he wanted me to suck his cock for a bit. He asked if I’d ever sucked one before, and I told him I’d sucked yours. And then after I’d been sucking his cock for a bit, he made me lie on top of him, with my pussy over his face, and he started to lick me, like you do. Only he’s not as good at it as you, Steve!” She glanced up at me lovingly. “I love it when you do that to me, Steve, I really do.”
“Go on with what happened.”
“Well he was licking my pussy while I was sucking his cock, and he kept pushing his tongue right up inside me, and tickling my button, and it felt really nice. Almost as good as when you do it. And then he started to tickle my, er, well my er…”
“Come on, tell me.” I laughed.
“Well he started to tickle my bottom, you know, where I poo from!”
“And did you like that?”
“Well sort of. It wasn’t as nice as when you do it to me, and I’ve been putting my finger in there whenever I can Steve, honestly, and it is getting to feel nicer.”
“Carry on.” I smiled at her.
“Well before too long I started to feel really nice again, and I knew I was going to come again. And then I came. And he had his tongue up inside me, and his fingers were tickling my button and my bottom, and it felt really nice. And then when I’d finished coming, he lay down on the bed next to me, and he made me go on top of him, and he told me to put his cock into my pussy.”
“And did you?”
“Yes. I didn’t want to make him cross, Steve, so I did what he told me to do. And then I had to do it to him, and he kept reaching up and squeezing my boobs, and tickling my nipples, and he asked me if I liked having a cock in me, and so I told him I did, and he made me say it out loud, ‘I like having a cock in me’, over and over again. And then he came in me. He didn’t take long, though. You always take longer than that Steve.”
“Did you enjoy it when he put his cock in you?”
“Well sort of. I mean, it felt really nice and all that, but it’s better when you do it to me Steve. Are you going to do it to me tonight Steve? Will you Steve?” She pleaded.
“I think you’ve had enough for tonight, Sandra. Maybe tomorrow.” I chuckled at the disappointed groan which emanated from her.
As soon as we arrived home, I sent her and Helen off to bed with instructions that they should amuse one another. Helen was particularly interested to know what Dave had done to Sandra, and looked flushed and excited at the prospect of hearing all about it. I made my way to the bedroom and found Sally sitting on the end of the bed, waiting expectantly. She stood up as I entered the room, giving me a loving smile.
“Well, what do you think?” She giggled and she twirled around to show me her school uniform.
I took in the view. She had dressed in a plain white blouse which was stretched tightly over her firm tits. She clearly wasn’t wearing a bra, as the dark circles of her nipples could clearly be seen. One of the girls’ school ties was around her neck. Her grey, pleated skirt was incredibly short. As she turned the skirt lifted, giving me a glimpse of her pink and white, candy-stripe knickers which were stretched tightly across her arse and her mound.
7“Looks good to me!” I grinned, and she blushed with pleasure.
“Really? You like it?”
“Mmm! Yummy! Let’s have a look at those knickers then!”
She laughed with delight, then lifted her skirt up to her waist. The thin fabric was stretched incredibly tightly, showing the clear outline of her pussy lips.
“Where on earth did you get those?” I asked.
“From the local shops.” She giggled, “They’re meant to be for age thirteen. Do you think they look ok?”
“Well, yes, they look ok, but aren’t you forgetting something, young lady?” I said, my voice suddenly stern.
Her smile faded, “No, what?”
“School regulations say only plain white knickers are allowed. You are in flagrant breach of school rules, my girl, and you shall be punished.”
She quickly caught on, joined the game with relish. “Oh, but I’m sorry sir. All my plain ones are in the wash, sir. I’m really sorry sir, it won’t happen again, sir, I promise.”
“Sorry isn’t good enough, young lady. I’m going to punish you to teach you a lesson, now, over my knee, my girl.” I sat on the edge of the bed and waited.
Feigning reluctance, she moved over to me, then draped herself across my lap. I put my arm around her upper body and pulled her towards me. As I did so I curled my hand under her and began to cup and squeeze her tit. She sighed with pleasure and I felt her nipple stiffen at once. I lifted her tiny skirt slowly, deliberately, taking in the delicious view of the swell of her cheeks. The fabric moulded itself around her pussy lips. I ran my hand up the back of her thigh. She groaned and I felt a small shudder run through her. As I slowly caressed each cheek she parted her legs, inviting me to slip my hand between them. I ran my thumb along the line of her slit. Her knickers were already wet.
“How long have you been waiting here for me, young lady?” I demanded.
“About half an hour sir.” She said timidly.
“And what have you been doing while you waited?”
“Nothing sir. I haven’t been doing anything, I promise sir.”
“So how do you explain this?” I said, pressing my thumb into her damp folds.
She groaned loudly. “Sir? I, er don’t understand sir.” She stammered.
“Your knickers are soaking, girl. Absolutely soaking! What have you been doing?”
“Sir, I’m sorry sir. I couldn’t help it sir.” She wailed.
“Couldn’t help what? Couldn’t help having a little play with yourself? Is that it? Come on, girl, speak up.”
“Yes sir, er, I mean no sir, I’m sorry sir.”
“So you did have a play with yourself, is that it?”
“Yes sir. Couldn’t help it sir. I’m sorry sir.” She whined.
“Very well. I’m going to spank your bottom for breaking school rules, and then I’m going to cane you for being such a dirty, wanton little girl, is that clear?”
She shuddered again. “Yes sir. Thank you sir.”
I began to drag her knickers down, slowly exposing the fullness of her arse cheeks, and then the pink wetness of her pussy lips. She gasped again as I ran my finger tip along her slit, then opened her thighs still wider. I could just see the head of her clit. I placed my finger on it and pressed gently. She sucked in a deep, ragged breath, then began to moan and cry with each tiny movement of my finger.
“Oh! Oh! Mmmm! Oh! Ah! Ah! Ah!”
“No time for any of that young lady.” I barked, then lifted my hand and brought it down on her bare flesh with a satisfying slap. Her head came up sharply, and her hands flew to protect her stinging skin. I pushed her hand away and delivered another stinging blow. She gasped and cried, her legs opening even wider. I could see her inner lips glistening. I began to smack her with a steady rhythm, watching in delight as her skin turned from pink to a rosy, warm red.
“Oh sir.” She gasped, “Oh I’m really sorry sir. I really, really am. Please sir, please don’t punish me any more.”
I carried on regardless, raining smacks down on her firm arse until both cheeks were hot and red. Then I paused for a moment. She was gasping for breath. I was unable to tell if her tears and cries were real or feigned, but as soon as I stopped smacking her she slumped down across my lap with a relieved sigh. Her legs were still wide apart, her arse presented nicely.
“Well let’s see how you liked that, my girl.” I announced, then slipped my hand between her thighs. Her pussy was sopping wet! My fingers slipped effortlessly between her lips and found her stiff clit. As soon as I touched it she began to buck and writhe, gasping and moaning, thrusting her hips onto my fingers.
“Oh my God!” She gasped, “Oh Jesus Christ, yes! Oh yes!”
I pulled my fingers away from her before she could climax, and she groaned in frustration.
“I see you still haven’t learned your lesson young lady. Go and fetch the cane.” I snapped.
“Yes sir.” She said, obediently, and rose up from my lap. Her skirt fell back into place as she stood up, obscuring my handy work. I made her wait before going to fetch the cane, then tucked her skirt into her waistband, exposing the red cheeks of her arse once more. I looked on in delight as she walked slowly over to her wardrobe and retrieved the instrument of her torture and pleasure. She brought it back to me and stood before me, hands outstretched. I took the cane and stood up, then ordered her to bend over the bed.
“Now how many strokes do you think you deserve?” I demanded.
“I don't know sir, I’m sorry sir.” She whimpered.
“Well I was going to give you four, but seeing as how you have still to learn your lesson, I think we’ll make it six. Six of the best, I think. Are you ready?”
She shuddered once more. “Yes sir, I think so sir.”
“Be sure to count them out loud, or they won’t count at all.”
“Yes sir.”
I swung the cane and connected with her tender flesh. A delicious white stripe appeared on her skin for a moment, and then she yelped with pain. It took her a moment or two to recover her composure.
“One, thank you sir.”
I watched in fascination as the white line across her cheeks turned slowly red, then delivered another two strokes in quick succession.
“Two, thank you …oh God! Three thank you sir.”
I stroked her arse with my hand. Her skin was hot and tender. She flinched at my touch. I positioned the cane and delivered the next blow. She clamped her knees together and gasped with pain.
“Four, thank you sir.”
I aimed the fifth blow at the top of her thighs. Her hands clasped her tortured skin and rubbed it furiously whilst shifting from one foot to the other.
“Oh ahhhh! Five, thank you sir.”
I slashed the air with the cane a couple of times, making her jump with alarm, then groan with frustration when the expected pain didn’t materialise, then sent one final stroke crisply into the middle of both cheeks. She stuffed a hand into her mouth to muffle the cries, then fell forward onto the bed and began to sob.
I quietly made my way to her bedside cabinet and retrieved the jar of Vaseline she kept there. I lay down next to her and began to stroke her hot skin, tracing the welts where the cane had struck. She groaned and flinched with each touch, and then I ran my finger along the crack of her arse. She groaned and sighed. I dipped my finger into the Vaseline, then began to probe between her cheeks. I began to smear the gel into her, gently penetrating her as I did so. She arched her back, pushing her arse towards my finger, easing it deeper into her. In moments I was knuckle deep and she was sighing with pleasure and moving her hips in time to my probing.
She moved to a kneeling position, her arse high in the air, her shoulders on the bed. I continued to ease my finger into her, pushing deeper and deeper. She sighed contentedly, then spread her thighs and reached between them, stroking her pussy. I knelt behind her and opened my trousers. My cock sprang out and I positioned it at the entrance to her tight hole, began to slowly penetrate her.
She let out a long, low moan. “Oh God Steve, yes! Oh my God yes!”
I took hold of her hips, began to pull her onto my cock, going deeper with each stroke. Finally, I eased out of her until just the tip of my glans remained inside her, then drove in up to the hilt with one long, slow thrust. Her body was racked by a series of convulsions, each more powerful than the last as she was consumed by her climax. Her hands clutched tightly at the bed covers, her head raised, eyes focussed on some distant point, a series of grunts and wails punctuating her ecstasy.
I drove into her repeatedly, savouring the tightness of her arse, revelling in the sheer debauchery I had programmed into her. I paused for a moment, my cock deep in her bowels. She immediately reached between her legs and began to caress my balls.
“Oh my God Steve, isn’t this just fantastic? Oh come on my darling, shoot your lovely load right up my arse! Come on, my love, empty those lovely big balls up my shitter! Oh I want it so bad Steve, please give it to me, give it to me now, please. Oh Jesus Christ!”
I drove myself into her, feeling her sphincter tighten around my shaft. I felt my climax nearing. She felt it too.
“Oh yes, Steve. Oh yes my darling, that’s right, oh that’s good. Oh come on, my love. Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh my God yessssssssssssssss!”
As I came deep inside her she climaxed again, as she had been programmed to do, and then we lay together, side by side, before we both fell into a sated sleep.
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