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Sarah was mad at her mother. "Please... please, Mother. I don't want to go with you and there is absolutely nothing for me to do there. Oh please... let me stay home with Dad. I promise I will work around the house," she begged and pleaded. Her mom was forcing her to go on vacation to the lake even though Sarah was now in college and should be able to make her own decisions.
"You know I look forward to spending a couple of weeks every summer with you. I realize you are older now... but that shouldn't stop us from being close... like any mother and daughter," her mother reasoned. "Anyway young lady... you still live at home. So, until you have a place of your own... you'll do as we ask." The plan was for the two to spend a week with her mother's best friend and two daughters at a resort cabin.
They did have a close-nit family. Sarah really did like doing things with her mother, Sally, just not this time. Her friends were planning a couple of parties in the upcoming days and Sarah did not want to miss them. Now out of her teen years, Sarah acted like she was already fully-grown and mature enough to do whatever she wanted.
Sarah looked at her mother noting her determined look. She knew it was hopeless to argue but decided to make one last attempt to get out of the planned holiday. "You know there won't be anything for me to do there... and those two, young geeks will do everything possible to bother me and piss me off. Gawd, Mother... they are such big pains in the ass. I have absolutely nothing in common with either of them. Oh, please... please, let me stay home?"
Sally merely turned to leave the room while speaking over her shoulder. Her daughter stood with her mouth agape knowing her plight was futile. "This is the only time of year we can be together and it means so much to me. You are always so busy with college and your friends... we never get a chance to chat." Sally departed the room and Sarah realized the immense disappointment of a young woman who was always used to getting her own way.
The time flew by and before Sarah knew it, the dreaded vacation time had arrived. Her mother drove and the trip started out extremely quiet. Sarah was feeling sorry for herself and her mother gave her time to ponder the upcoming week. Eventually, Sarah decided that her mother was right. It was a perfect opportunity to renew their tight mother-daughter bond, so she relaxed. Soon they started talking about everything and nothing, which made the three-hour drive go by fast.
They were the first to arrive and were almost unpacked when Karen Nelson and her daughters drove up to the cabin. The Nelson's lived in their neighborhood and the parents visited regularly. Until Sarah graduated from high school, she was forced to go with her parents on many occasions especially in her younger years. Sarah considered the teens far too young for a mature, college student to associate with. The two girls always had their noses in a book and it irritated Sarah to no end, the way they giggled all the time like little schoolgirls.
Sarah was a few years older than the two teenagers and far more mature. She was an extremely popular girl at college never wanting for a boyfriend. Maybe that was because of her sexy body, which seemed to seduce a male even without trying. She was 5'8" and every curve was perfect. Sarah did dress in a manner to showoff her extraordinary assets, but so did most of the girls these days. Although she did not dress as risqué as some of her girlfriends, Sarah did like to display some cleavage now and then.
That fact made many a man drool seeing her abundant boobs pushed up and the luscious cleavage clearly revealed to hungry eyes. Her waist was quite slim and that made her hips seem shapelier than ever, which drew the stares of most men. Sarah liked to wear jeans so tight they did not leave much to the imagination revealing the succulent curves of her hips. Her long, muscular legs seemed like a rainbow with a promise of a pot of gold at the tops and her boyfriend never tired of running his hands over her shapely legs.
Sarah did have a boyfriend who she had gone out with since the beginning of the semester. That was another reason for not wanting to go on vacation with her mother, but Sally told Sarah she would have the rest of the summer to be with boys.
The sisters were Joan and Amy who were one year apart and still in high school. They jumped out of the car giggling like crazy, which immediately infuriated Sarah. Joan was well aware of how popular Sarah was and it made her immensely jealous. Over the years, Joan tried being friendly with Sarah but she was rebuffed like a bad seed every time. Suddenly one day while confiding with her younger sister Amy, Joan vowed to get even with her neighbor if it was the last thing she ever did. The pact formed that eventful day brought the two girls to the cabin with expectations of fulfilling an exhilarating fantasy.
Joan and Amy's hearts pumped rapidly. Their faces were flushed and appeared heated when they rushed up to the cabin. Sally helped Karen unload everything while Sarah stayed in her bedroom dreading the fact the two teenagers had arrived. Everything was put away when Sally and Karen lounged in the kitchen chatting about the upcoming week. A holiday of a few days at a cabin always seemed to be the best way to clear their flustered minds from the hectic everyday life in the big city.
The mothers sat at the kitchen table making a list of things they needed for the week. The list grew long and included everything from food snacks to lounging attire. "This list is enough for a family of twenty to spend a month here. Let's hit the road and see if we can buy the place out," Sally said grinning at her dear friend. "The girls can stay and clean the place up... we'll be gone for a good three or four hours."
The nearest town with big enough stores to buy supplies was over thirty minutes away. "Honey... look after the girls and we'll be back about five," Sally said to her daughter. Even now that all the girls had grown up, the mothers still treated Sarah as the babysitter. "Clean the place... the beds... the living room... and please cleanup the bathroom. It's a mess."
"But mother... I want to come. We can cleanup later," Sarah said trying her best to plead with her mother. She looked at the two young, excited faces feeling a dire sense of being uncomfortable with the teens.
Sally and Karen departed with Sarah's mother yelling over her shoulder. "You girls be good... and don't go chasing the boys from next-door," she said. "And thanks sweetie... for coming here with me, and for helping out while we're gone."
Sarah stared at the departing car wondering if her day could get any worse. Suddenly there was bustling beside her and the teens moved close to her. The cabin was not that big so there was no real place for Sarah to hide from the teenagers. Joan and Amy acted excited and they suddenly beset upon their gorgeous neighbor. 'Oh, gawd,' Sarah thought. 'Why do these two little twerps keep pestering me?'
Suddenly Joan confronted Sarah. "So you think you are so much better than we are?" Her comments made the young woman fidget and wonder how she was going to put up with the teens until their mother's returned. "Do you want to play a game with us... or are you too good?"
'Oh gawd, how frickin' childish... playing a stupid game with these geeks,' Sarah thought. But she quickly decided not to make the dire situation any worse so she took the high road instead of humiliating the teenager.
"No... no, it's not that. I'm just not in the mood to play games," Sarah told the girls. Then she thought it best to recant and do what they wanted. "I have to clean the place up... then maybe, if we have time... but just till our moms get back." It was a mistake Sarah would live to regret the rest of her life.
Sarah began the arduous task of cleaning but suddenly she was joined by the two teens. They pitched in doing the work as if they were possessed. Sarah noticed their rising excitement nearing completion of their mother's wishes, but she shrugged it off to them being so young and foolish. Although there were two girls, Sarah still felt that she was in complete control.
In less than an hour, the complete cabin was neat and spotless. It had been left quite clean so it didn't take very much work to dust all over and clean the kitchen and bathroom. Sarah pondered the dilemma of fending off the teenagers with still at least three hours to kill before their mother's returned. She lingered in the bathroom for stressful minutes before running out of patience.
She entered the living room ready to face the two girls. Joan's face lit up and immediately Sarah wondered why she was so bloody happy. "Now we can play... a game. Do you know how to play poker?"
Joan had done her research on her seductive neighbor. She knew Sarah and her college friends often played poker or blackjack. "Come... let's play in our room. It'll be more comfortable using my bed," Joan said. Both teens quickly headed for their bedroom giggling all the way until they jumped on one of the twin beds. Sarah held her ground briefly but she was soon overcome with anxiety.
Sarah slowly walked across the living room standing in the doorway of the girl's room. 'Dammit,' she thought, 'why did Mom and Karen have to leave for the whole afternoon?' She looked at the grinning girls getting madder by the second every time one of them giggled.
Joan had a deck of cards and she was getting ready to deal. She motioned for Sarah to take a seat at the head of the bed, which was the spot conveniently left vacant by the scheming sisters. Joan started to deal and Sarah watched the cards slowly drift across the bed forming three poker hands.
Sarah was completely mystified at not being able to find a viable solution for her dilemma. Although she despised the girls, Sarah reasoned it would be better to play along with their silly game for the next few hours. She took her assigned place at the head of the bed slowly getting comfortable sitting in a cross-legged position. She was still dreaming of being mad at her mother and at how much she hated being alone with Joan and Amy when Joan grabbed her left arm.
Joan twisted hard and she quickly slapped a handcuff on her wrist. Sarah was dumbfounded. The cuff was secured to the large, metal bedpost, which severely hampered Sarah's struggle. With only her right arm free, the two, very fit teenagers had little difficulty stretching Sarah's free arm out long enough to slap another handcuff around her wrist. The teenagers swiftly wrestled the young woman until she was flat on her back with her arms outstretched to the corners of the twin bed.
Sarah was definitely stronger than either of the teenagers but the elements of surprise and speed spelled her demise. Suddenly being a prisoner became a dire aspect. "Joan! What the fuck do you think you are doing? Undo the Goddamn cuffs at once or I'll kick your bloody ass." She struggled by pulling and twisting her arms but the metal bindings dug into her flesh in a painful fashion. Her head rolled frantically from side to side, as she tried to look at the bindings to see if they were real.
The first phase of Joan's plan was accomplished in mere moments with Joan and Amy working in unison to show the young woman who was in control. The sisters could hardly wait now that the gorgeous young woman struggled hopelessly, bound securely to the bed. Their mom and Sally would not be back for hours, which meant Sarah was at their mercy for a long, long time. The teens were determined to treat the adventure like a game and play with Sarah's body and mind for the whole time. Joan had told her sister, 'Now we're going to see if the prissy bitch likes a taste of her own medicine.'
Sarah's life was changed in a split second. Everything happened fast and Sarah was unable to express any further protest. The demonstration of sheer power and strength was utterly profound. Joan stared into the young woman's teary eyes.
Sarah looked into Joan's dark, brown eyes seeing something she had not noticed before. Their eyes locked in a deadly encounter and it sent numerous tremors through Sarah's body with the feeling this young girl held the key to the future. Sarah could not remember such a strong feeling of submissiveness, such a feeling that she was willing to surrender to one person.
Joan's eyes conveyed absolute power and control. Her pretty face was merely inches above Sarah and their eyes remained riveted. Suddenly cool air rushed over her flushed skin and Sarah felt hands all over her body. The world was closing in on her so she closed her eyes trying hard to regain her sanity. Desperately, Sarah tried to think of a way out. 'No... no... this can't be happening to me. Surely they won't take things too far. Oh, my gawd, her eyes... her eyes almost made me faint. Gawd, I never realized she was so strong,' Sarah thought. 'I wonder if I can persuade them to let me go?'
Her dilemma was getting serious when all of a sudden the teenagers proved overwhelming. Soft, tender lips barely grazed her own. Sarah was frozen, unable to move a muscle to stop the teenager. A shiver shot through her body from the tip of her toes to the top of her head making her scalp tingle with anxiety.
The sisters acted out Joan's devilish plan. Even with her eyes closed tightly, Sarah knew her chest was exposed. Amy had rolled the halter-top and bra upward bunching them around Sarah's neck allowing the cool air to put goose bumps on her flushed chest. Suddenly, Joan put her hands on the sides of Sarah's burning face, as if to give her guidance. When she kissed the woman, the utter shock allowed Joan's tongue to invade Sarah's mouth in French-kissing fashion.
Amy feasted on a woman's titties for the first time in her life. All of her girlfriends who she had played silly, girlish games with could not prepare Amy for the shuddering effect on her rising emotions. The nipples were so hard, almost like little sand pebbles, bumpy yet velvety smooth. They were perfect and Amy dreamed that one day her own breasts would be the same. She licked one nipple and flicked it back and forth with her tongue. Amy could feel Sarah's chest roll, as if to get away from the caresses, but it did the woman little good.
Her sister was kissing the young woman. Amy could not tell who was making the moans and groans, which sounded so much like lost desire. Amy glanced upward to see the lips part long enough for Joan's tongue to entice the older woman. Then Joan began raining kisses all over Sarah's blushing, pretty face while her hands held the woman's head immobile.
Suddenly free from the daunting French kiss, Sarah pleaded for her life. "Oh, gawd Joan... I'm so sorry for treating you badly. Oh, gawd, please... forgive me, please" she whispered trying desperately to make amends.
Sarah never imagined anything could be so overwhelming. Her heart raced so fast that all the blood seemed to rush to her face. She felt a little dizzy. Her temples throbbed madly with blood pounding through them and Sarah felt absolutely helpless against the girl's display of superiority. The metal bindings dug into her wrists making it impossible to use her hands to resist the teenager's assault.
Suddenly, Joan grabbed her hair and twisted hard. She decided it was time. She put her lips right next to Sarah's panic stricken face and divulged her drastic plan. Sarah's total focus was on Joan's serious face. "You are a slut... a slut slave who is going to be our slave the whole time we are here," Joan whispered holding the deadly stare. "You will do everything Amy or I order you to do... without question, or else!"
Sarah's face showed her great concern, but also the utter confusion of what was happening. Joan could see that the young woman struggled to believe that all hope was lost. Her explanation would leave no doubt in Sarah's head. "We're going to fuck you... fuck you so hard that you can't stop cumming," she whispered twisting harder on the handful of the young woman's hair. Joan pulled Sarah's head up so that her face was next to her own. "Amy honey is going to take some pictures of our gorgeous slave... and we will hold them so that nobody else sees them. Well... unless our little slave disobeys... then the whole world will see what a true slut you are."
Joan's threats sent a shiver of despair through Sarah. She knew it was extremely easy to devastate someone's future by using the Internet to destroy a person's reputation. All of a sudden Sarah noticed the shinny object in Amy's hands and she could hear the whirring of a moving disk. The teen stood at the bottom of the bed and she was recording Sarah's demise at the hands of her loyal sister.
There was nothing she could do. Sarah moaned when Joan innocently used a pair of scissors to cut through the halter-top and bra before throwing the garments across the room. Next her left hand reached to the back of Sarah's head intertwining her fingers into the dark, curly hair. She held Sarah's head positioned perfectly in front of the camera. Her face was right beside the young woman's face and her hot breath streamed over Sarah's flushed cheek. "Smile... smile for the camera," Joan said. Suddenly she began cupping Sarah's boobs one at a time with her right hand while continuing to hold her head steady. The young woman's eyes rolled upward realizing the teen was purposely displaying her breasts so her sister could take incriminating movies.
All of a sudden Sarah felt fingers on her shivering belly. The hand sort of traced circles all over the burning flesh until coming to rest on the elastic waistband of her shorts. Her tummy started doing erratic gyrations when the fingers threatened to remove the garment. Suddenly she couldn't breath. Joan's fingers slipped beneath the material and downward until intertwining in the short curly hair.
Joan's lips suddenly touched her ear. "Hummmm... we'll have to get rid of that. I don't like hair in my mouth," came the most shocking remark. Sarah's breathing was very fast and ragged, as the dainty fingers teased the curly strands ever so playfully. "Yes... I like my slaves shaved... clean so when I eat them... I can feel their bare pussies with my tongue."
Joan didn't want to move her hand away from the sweaty crotch. "Amy... please put the camera down for a second... and take off her shorts."
Immediately the young sister obeyed setting the movie camera on the bed. Sarah thought about kicking or trying to struggle but quickly put the thought out of her mind. Amy did not care about being careful. She merely bent down and stripped the shorts off with one swift pull. Sarah stared at her nudity not sure if she should plead or say anything. Suddenly the young teenager grabbed the elastic band around Sarah's slim waist and ripped the panties from her twisting torso.
Sarah's eyes bulged when she saw Joan's hand covering her upraised pelvis. She couldn't see the girl's fingers but that didn't matter. The long, slender middle finger slipped into the wetness and ran completely along the narrow slit in a most threatening manner.
All of a sudden Sarah couldn't see her lower extremities. Amy yearned for the time of her life. She feasted on Sarah's firm breasts acting out every fantasy from her past. The temptation to suck hard was far too much for Amy to resist. She sucked hickies onto the white, velvety flesh without any fear of retaliation from her victim. There was a big satisfied smile on her face when she raised her head looking at the marvelous tattoos with a great sense of pride. Amy was extremely proud of the dark, red marks on both of Sarah's luscious tits.
Sarah looked at her breasts with a wide astonished stare. She sobbed out loud seeing the markings knowing they spelled doom if her mother or anyone else saw them. Although her older sister had warned Amy not to put any that might show when Sarah wore a swimsuit, she might have erred once or twice. Then Amy got a strong urge to kiss and suck the two precious nipples, which filled Sarah's belly with a million, tiny tremors.
Joan moved her head back slightly allowing her to adore her beautiful slave. Sarah stared straight ahead and suddenly the teenager's pretty face was inches in front of her. She looked into Joan's dark, dreamy eyes once again and her heart almost burst out of her pounding chest. There was a promise written in her eyes and Sarah felt drawn to the teenager. The feeling was stronger than anything she had known.
The girl's hot breath washed over her burning face and Sarah's mind was totally confused. She did not know what to do or even how to stop the assault. Sarah could see the teen's lips moving but there was no sound. She shook her head a little and focused harder. "I have dreamed of this day for a long, long time. We are going to make you pay for treating us like little pissheads," Joan whispered.
Suddenly Sarah could hear every word. She stared into the dreamy eyes and heard the promise for the future. "You're going to be my girlie this week... mine and Amy's. If you don't do everything we say... I'll give your pictures to everyone I meet."
Sarah fully intended to fight and protest, but her heart beat too fast anticipating Joan's promise. "You embarrassed me... you humiliated me... and now I am going to get even. You're going to be my faithful slut!" Suddenly the teenager made a confession. "I want to be with you... I think you are the most beautiful woman in the world."
Joan smiled at the struggling young woman when she gave an order to her young sister. "Amy... do it again. Take more pictures of our beautiful prisoner. Make sure to capture the wench when I make her my slave," she whispered making Sarah pull harder against the restraints.
Bright flashes of light temporarily blinded Sarah. Amy took single pictures instead of a movie with the camera, as she wanted to frame every aspect of the seduction. She focused on the twisting torso and on her sister's smiling face. Joan had a razor in her hand and she waved it in front of Sarah's grimacing face as she whispered in her ear. "Don't fight... you'll only hurt yourself. Lay back and relax... and watch, as I shave your pretty cunt."
Joan could sense the young woman's desperation so she decided to put an end to her turmoil. "Don't move... I don't want to cut my precious with the razor. Be still!" she ordered making Sarah hesitate. "Once I shave your delicious pussy... you're going to become my devoted slut."
Sarah's eyes rolled upward into her head when she felt the girl's hands on her midsection. She could feel Joan spread cool, foamy lather all over her pelvis just before the sharp blade went to work. There was no way she could look but Sarah felt each slow, deliberate pass of the razor like it was the ultimate torturer. When the girl was finished shaving, she patted the reddened pelvis smiling when the young woman's hips quivered madly with each slap. "There... that's much better. Now it's time to turn you into a real slut."
Sarah didn't think anything could get worse but she was dead wrong. When the nipple clamps sprang down on her tender nipples, she uttered an earth-rattling scream. It was the worst pain of her life when the stiff clamps cut into her upraised nipples. Sarah barely heard the girl's remarks and all she could think about was the dreadful pain.
"It won't hurt for much longer... just be a good girlie for your mistress. You're about to feel the best... Amy's the best. Her hot mouth is so skilled but when she uses her teeth on your cunt... it'll blow your mind." Joan tongued the side of the groaning woman's face taking the liberty to jab her ear as well. "Dear Amy is going to make you cream like never before... I promise."
All of a sudden the girl grabbed Sarah's head holding it firmly in her hands. Joan stared into the tear-filled eyes and she noticed the complete willingness of her crying prisoner. "Open your legs love... Amy is going to show you true desire," she whispered. Suddenly Joan kissed her hard. Her tongue pressed against Sarah's lips and at once they were opened.
Totally confused and overwhelmed by the intense pain and the enduring kiss, Sarah didn't realize her legs were widely splayed. Amy easily pushed the slender limbs apart until she swooped between them with her eyes riveted on the ultimate prize. Her emotions were frenzied from dreaming about what her sister had outlined in her devious plan.
Joan had instructed Amy to tongue and nibble the young woman until Sarah climaxed. 'The sisters were taking no prisoners,' as Joan put it, 'and it was imperative that Amy kept up a non-stop assault.' Joan bragged how they would be able to ravage and control Sarah during the entire summer vacation. The young woman would be their devoted slave doing everything and anything they ordered her to do. The last thing Amy thought of before her mouth closed over the wet, pink slit was Joan's boast that they would also seduce Sarah's mother.
The taste of a real woman was mind-boggling. Amy's tongue thrust between the puffy labia and instantly licked the swollen clitoris. Sarah didn't even realize her hips bounced up and down frantically on the bed, as her whole concentration was on her agonizing nipples and the heated kiss. All of a sudden she felt her tummy doing numerous convulsions and there was an intense throbbing between her thighs. Miraculously, the pain in her nipples subsided just as the pain in her crotch struck. Amy's teeth closed on the tender clitoris and she bit down a lot harder than intended, displaying a little girl's lost passion.
The searing mouth devoured Sarah's precious opening but it was the teeth that caused her to scream in protest. She moaned out loud just as the girl's teeth closed on her throbbing clit. Amy yanked, twisted and pulled the tender bud bringing cries for mercy from her prisoner. At first there was pain but that quickly dissipated, replaced by the most intense desire. All of a sudden the girl's tongue skillfully battered the raw clitoris, which was buried deep in her mouth.
Sarah's head rolled side-to-side breaking the authoritative kiss and she pleaded with the teenagers. "Oh gawd no... this can't be happening to me. Gawd no... please, what are you doing? Gawd it hurts... hurts so much," Sarah moaned in a distraught fashion. Suddenly Amy's tongue lapped the throbbing clitoris like a thirsty dog. "Oh my gawd... what are you doing? Gawd... please stop!"
All of a sudden Joan seized the perfect opportunity. The assault by her young sister took all of Sarah's focus so it was easy for Joan to attack. "Enjoy my pet... now you are going to be my very own slut," she whispered. Sarah felt the teen's hot breath on her flustered face, as her temperature continued to rise. "This is for every mean thing you said... and did to me. Tell Mistress what you are going to do to make her happy!"
Joan leaned forward kissing the woman of her dreams on the lips again. She thought about sexual fantasies of making Sarah her devoted slave. Joan realized that the woman may despise her but that would change. She was determined to show the young woman that she was strong enough to be her Mistress.
Their eyes locked in an intent stare with the older woman feeling like she was a little girl being punished. Joan gave Sarah's head a rough squeeze indicating she wanted a response and Sarah was helpless to resist.
Sarah desperately wanted to beg the sisters to stop. 'If only the little bitch would stop doing that to my pussy,' she thought. Amy had her skilled finger deep inside the squirming woman knowing full well what would happen when she raked the most sensitive G-spot with the tip of her finger. The whole time Amy caressed Sarah's control button, her mouth devoured the puffy clitoris much to Sarah's dismay.
Sarah had to break the intense stare. She twisted her head in an effort to regain her composure. Suddenly her mature, fully-grown body was in a state of turmoil and she couldn't understand her fiery emotions. Her heart raced so fast that her entire body felt flushed and overheated to the point she started to sweat.
"Please Joan... Joan please," Sarah whispered. The teenager abruptly cut her off. Joan gave her head a vicious jerk implying Sarah was not making her happy.
"Please... Mistress. Oh, Mistress... I'm so sorry... I never meant to be mean to you," Sarah whispered with her voice breaking uncontrollably.
All the while the standoff with Joan was happening, Amy tongued the exposed clitoris like it was the sweetest candy. With every pass, her teeth grazed the raw clit making every muscle in Sarah's body spasm. Her finger never left the ribbed G-spot. Suddenly Joan was kissing her again and her tongue instantly pushed into Sarah's mouth.
Joan looked out of the corner of her eyes spotting the two perfectly shaped nipples. She saw the metal clad buds standing proudly in the air like powerful magnetic peaks. The teenager let the tantalizing picture fill her mind until she could no longer resist. Her mouth dropped to the nearest nipple. The very tip of her tongue danced over the extended nipple making Sarah's chest heave upward.
Joan did not want to act like an uncontrolled schoolgirl, so she kept teasing. Her tongue danced from one nipple to the other soaking the tips so that the cool air kept the buds rock-hard. The teenager hugged and embraced Sarah in a display of erotic madness.
Joan's skilled fingers and tongue caressed the metal-clad nipples just as the surgeon cut through the last resistance. Amy's tongue battered the extended clitoris back and forth while she held the soaked pussy lips fully open. All of a sudden Amy rammed her tongue into the tiny hole. Every muscle in the young woman's body tensed. Suddenly convulsions roared through Sarah's midsection and they were far beyond anything she experienced before.
Joan felt the lost abandonment. Her mouth and fingers worked magic and her young sister exposed the secret to the puzzle. Lust had overtaken Sarah's sense and logic and the resulting orgasm was earth-shaking. In a show of trust and tenderness, Joan released the handcuffs from her slave's arms. Sarah's wrists were quite sore from the constant pressure but luckily there would be no deep abrasions.
When the spasms eventually subsided enabling Sarah to stop thrashing, she let out the longest groan of exhaustion. Lingering feelings of warmth and tenderness filled her head, as Joan continued to plant light kisses and pecks all over her flushed skin. First Joan kissed her face before moving her lips down Sarah's long, sensitive neck. When Joan embraced her boobs, Sarah pushed her chest up to the loving mouth.
Suddenly the teen removed the clamps and kissed the aching embezzled nipples. Sarah had never felt such an intense caresses, as her nipples seemed to yearn for the teen's hot mouth. When Joan engulfed one of her nipples, Sarah started to whimper. The burning mouth shifted from one throbbing nipple to the other every few seconds and it gave Sarah the most wonderful sensations.
Her arms free, Sarah embraced the teenager trying to let her know how much she appreciated the tender caresses. She put her hands on the sides of Joan's face pretending to guide the powerful lips all over her chest. "Oh my gawd... I never knew... knew I could feel like this," Sarah whispered letting Joan know her most intimate feelings. "Joan... Mistress... I'm sorry for how I acted. Please forgive me... please!"
There was doubt about Joan's forgiveness. She hugged the hopeful young woman knowing the next few days were going to be rewarding and fulfilling. "We should get dressed... our mothers will be back in less than an hour," she said. Suddenly she sucked one of Sarah's enlarged nipples holding the bud between her teeth while stretching it outward. Her eyes found Sarah's and they held for anxious seconds before Joan let the nipple slip out of her hot mouth with a loud sucking sound.
"These are mine... you're mine. You're going to sleep in our room tonight... and the rest of the week. And you'll do whatever Mistress wants... or else," Joan whispered holding a stern stare the whole time. "Now get dressed... but just the halter and shorts... nothing else."
The girl's eyes defied Sarah to say something. Captivated by the stare, the young woman merely nodded. When no word or protest was spoken, Joan let Sarah go so that they all could get dressed.
Sally and Karen returned with bags of goodies. They unpacked and Sally was slightly shocked at her daughter's appearance. It was obvious that Sarah wasn't wearing a bra from the large extrusions in her halter-top. In reality, Sarah's nipples had never felt so large, as they were still swollen from the afternoon punishment. Sarah blushed seeing how her mother's stare lingered on her chest but she didn't try to hide the obvious bumps in her top for fear of making a bigger scene.
Sally shrugged it off to a week of tranquility. 'After all,' she thought. 'Why not get comfortable and relax with dear friends?'
The evening passed with a nice meal and a couple hours of conversation. It had been a long day and everyone agreed that an early bedtime was appropriate. The long drive in the sweltering sun and the hectic afternoon had taken a toll on everyone. Joan and Amy giggled in their normal girlish manner as they headed for bed but Sarah's departure surprised her mother. Sally almost fainted when her daughter followed the sisters.
"I am going to sleep with Joan and Amy. We have lots of catching up to do," Sarah told her mother.
Sally was too shocked to say anything at first. After a few seconds, it was too late to give a response to the shocking news. She wanted to say that it would be too crowded and uncomfortable with only twin beds in the room but it seemed silly to state the obvious. Sally looked at Karen for help but her friend quickly departed for her own bedroom. Karen knew her daughters well enough to know that they had planned everything right down to the sleeping arrangements.
Sally sat by herself in the living room listening to the others going to bed. She glanced around trying hard to comprehend what was happening. The light was shinning from under Karen's door and it was obvious her friend was going to bed. Sally looked at the closed door of the other bedroom wondering what was really happening in the crowded room. She almost wanted to burst into the room demanding other sleeping arrangements but somehow she merely walked over to the door.
She listened not knowing why. "Come her pet... let me take that off," Sally heard a voice she knew was Joan's. "Hmmm... those are nice and hard... they do look very beautiful... so big, so hard. Oh my... oh my, this is very wet. Come closer... let me feel. Hmmm... Shaved... I like that!"
Sally rushed off to her own bedroom. She couldn't take any more of the drastic words coming from the assumed sex chamber. So many scenarios were running through her head and each vision made Sally shudder from the vivid fantasies. She imagined her daughter in a small, crowded bed between the two teenagers. It wasn't her daughter who was the aggressor but the two teens. Sally's emotions soared to immense heights and she really didn't understand why such circumstances made her feel anything other than utter disgust.
She tried not to listen but it was impossible to not hear the creaky bed. The movements and sounds of a ruckus from the next bedroom made Sally put a pillow over her head so she could get peace. It took what seemed like hours before she could get to sleep and even then she tossed and turned all night.
In the morning, everyone assembled in the kitchen like nothing had happened. Every once in awhile, Sally caught the oldest teenager sort of grinning at her but she shook it off to youthful enthusiasm. She kept looking at her own daughter noticing a radiant expression that seemed to make her appear fresh and relaxed.
The discussions eventually got around to the day's festivities. Joan and Amy quickly decided they wanted to get some sun and try for a suntan. "We never have time to lay around at home... let's do it here. The backyard is perfect for sun tanning," Joan said. "Sarah... I have the cutest suit you can wear. Come... let's get changed."
Sally's eyes bugged out when the three girls went into their bedroom. When her friend first spoke, she didn't hear her. "Well... we may as well get some too. Some sun would do us good," Karen said. "Let the kids have some fun and we'll just lay around and enjoy the lovely weather."
It didn't take long before everybody was reassembled in the living room. Everyone sort of looked around the room trying not to let their eyes linger but still notice each other's attire. Sally saw that her friend was wearing a similar outfit to her own, which was a modern, two-piece swimsuit perfect for tanning. Joan and Amy wore bikinis that you might see on a Jamaican beach. The tops were quite revealing and left little to one's imagination, as to the teenager's voluminous breasts.
Sally's heart skipped a beat seeing the new suit her daughter wore. It was a bright pink and it was similar to Joan and Amy's. Sally had never seen Sarah wear anything so skimpy on the bottom. The high-cut sides left Sarah's thighs completely bare while the back did the same to her luscious butt cheeks.
When Sally glanced upward, she gasped at the sight of her daughter. The skimpy bikini revealed far too much of Sarah's abundant breasts but it was the obvious marks that shocked Sally the most. There was a dark red mark on Sarah's right boob that certainly appeared to be a hickie and the shadow of two more on her other boob. Sally could only stare at her daughter wondering what had come over her darling child.
Sally's heart beat fast with growing anxiety, as she watched the three girls head outside. The backyard offered complete privacy and the girls found a level spot for sun tanning. It was hot and the sun was shining. Joan spread a large blanket on the ground and she quickly let her plans be known. "This spot... in the middle is reserved for you. Let's get some sun and make it the best vacation... ever," Joan said with all her attention on Sarah. "Lie down... and I'll put some lotion on that perfect body of yours."
Karen and Sally sat on the deck admiring the girls. They commented on how nicely they seemed to be getting along. "Joanie was telling me that she was wrong about Sarah... that she suddenly considered her a special friend. I can't believe how the girls have grown up... and all the childish pranks have been forgotten," Karen said to her friend. "I think this holiday will be good for the girls."
Sally wondered at the strange actions of her daughter. Sarah mentioned over the years that she didn't like Joan or Amy, but that seemed to change overnight. "Yes... Sarah seems to have changed. She didn't want to come this week... you know young women? She has a boyfriend now... and I guess they planned a party on the weekend."
The moms sat chatting on the deck not really paying much attention to their daughters. Time passed until Karen excused herself saying she was going to get lunch ready. "You stay in the sun... I will mix up some brunch... I have goodies planned for the whole week. Do you remember how we ate pizza every day for lunch that year at the ski resort?" Karen said. "This year... it will be fruit... all kinds of buns and muffins... and lots of salads. You stay out here while I get everything ready."
Sally faced the girls not really thinking about much. Suddenly she noticed Joan was reapplying suntan lotion on Sarah who was lying on her back. The girl's fingers moved in a slow circular motion over Sarah's midsection. All of a sudden, Joan's fingers seemed to slide underneath the bikini top with each circular pass. From her vantage point, Sally swore that Joan's fingers lingered under the flimsy top and her daughter did nothing to stop the brazen actions.
She was positive that the girl was playing with Sarah's nipple. Her hand was moving and it appeared her fingers were rolling something around vigorously causing Sarah's mouth to move. Sally couldn't hear what was said but she noticed the girl blow a little kiss at her daughter.
Sally stared at the daunting display. Joan squirted more lotion into her hand before coating Sarah's other breast with abundant oil. Her hand slipped under the bikini cup rubbing the oil on Sarah's breast before playing with the hard nipple. This time it was very obvious to Sally that the massage had affected her daughter because of two large bumps showing in the shear bikini material.
Sally wondered if she should say something to put a stop to the foolishness? Her sunglasses hid the fact she was watching but Joan noticed the woman's intent staring. All of a sudden Joan shifted attention to legs starting at Sarah's bare feet. She coated the velvety skin to protect her newfound friend from the sun's intense rays but that was merely the result of her seduction. Swiftly, the feet, ankles and legs all the way up to the slender thighs glistened brilliantly from the suntan lotion.
The teen vowed to put on a good show. She planned to take full advantage of her control over Sarah, but most importantly, she planned to demonstrate her superiority to Sarah's mother. Sally watched the girl massage her daughter's shapely thighs. 'Oh my gawd. Did she spread her legs?' Sally stared intently at the meaningful seduction. 'OMG... she did and Joan's hand is... gawd it's between her legs.'
Sarah's breathing was extremely ragged and Sally noticed her daughter's chest rising and falling in rapid fashion. Suddenly Sally felt like she had to do something. She got up from her chair walking the short distanced to the girls. Joan saw her coming and quickly put her lips to Sarah's ear. "Don't move! Stay absolutely still. I want your mother to know I'm your mistress," she whispered. Her hand stayed between the shivering thighs and Sarah felt a meaningful tug on her bikini bottom. Joan adjusted the outfit with a definite scheme in mind. "Let your mother see... what a slut you are."
Sarah felt totally degraded by the teens actions. Joan had oiled her pussy and then left it totally exposed on purpose. Sarah raised her arm intending to readjust her bikini but Joan's hand swiftly left her pelvis grabbing Sarah's wrist with a definite show of force. Their eyes locked and Joan whispered. "Let your mother see!" Sarah whimpered and reluctantly followed the teen's order putting her arm down at her side.
Sally walked around the girls so she was standing at their feet. She almost collapsed. Her legs vibrated crazily when she stared at her daughter's pussy. The wet bikini material was pushed all the way to the side leaving Sarah's precious jewel uncovered. Sally's eyes bulged at her daughter's nakedness and she was amazed at not seeing even a hint of hair. She suddenly lost her voice and merely stood frozen, as if waiting for something to happen.
Joan removed her sunglasses and she stared at Sarah's mother daring her to do something. Sally felt the intense glare from the teen and her first look into the stern eyes sent a shiver of doubt up her spine. She had never felt so mature yet so powerless in her life.
Her mouth opened because she felt obliged to speak but it took a moment before any sound came out. "Ah... hmmm... Aaah, Karen has lunch almost ready. Let's get something to eat." Sally's legs were like rubber when she started to walk back to the cabin. It almost appeared like she stumbled or tripped a couple of times but it was merely the fact her legs were so shaky.
Sally didn't dare look back at the girls until she had gone through the patio doors. She joined Karen inside and breathed a big sigh of relief glancing outside to see the girls slowly getting to their feet. The girls slowly rubbed the excess oil from their bodies and Sally thought the teens were overly dramatic. Joan and Amy brazenly put their hands all over her daughter who appeared to squirm and struggle trying to stay out of their grasp.
Sarah eventually headed toward the doors. When she was half way to the cabin, Sally quickly excused herself saying that she had to change. She almost ran into her bedroom leaving her friend slightly surprised at her abrupt departure. Sally's heart beat a thousand times a minute and her face felt totally flushed. She had been in the bedroom about a minute when Sarah tapped on the door and entered.
Sarah looked at her mother knowing she had to say something. "I... ummm... I know you saw. But she made me do it. Joan made me lay like that so you could see," she whispered so softly that the explanation was almost inaudible. Sarah didn't know how to tell her mother that the teenager had broken her spirit. She thought that shifting the blame might work. "You wanted me to be friends with them?"
Sally mouth was agape. "Yes, but... but not that friendly, honey. Dear gawd... you let her touch you. What has gotten into you?" Sally stared at her daughter watching her squirm and shift with extreme anxiety. "Do you want me to say something to Joan and Amy," she asked wanting to help her beloved daughter.
"Mother... mother please! You don't understand. You can't do anything... she has pictures of me. Oh gawd, they took pictures of me naked... tied to a bed... and with Joan shaving me," Sarah whispered with her voice quivering badly. "She'll show them to everyone... post them on the net if I don't do what they want."
Suddenly Sally held out her arms and Sarah fell into them. They hugged for many seconds with Sally trying to decide the best course of action. "Joanie will listen to me. She'll leave you alone if I talk to her," Sally whispered. "Oh my gawd, honey. She touched you there... put oil all over your..."
Sarah felt the warmth and compassion from her mother. "But she forced me mother. She made me do it and I... I just didn't know how to stop her," she said trying to excuse her actions. "Mother... you don't realize what Joan is like... don't say anything to her."
"Honey... don't be silly. I am a mother... a grownup. I can take care of myself."
A sudden knock on the door scared the two. "Time to eat... com'on and get it," Karen shouted.
Slowly, Sally stopped the embrace giving her daughter a tender kiss on the cheek. "We better go... but I'll do something about this later."
The evening passed with both Sally and Sarah feeling a sense of desperation. When Karen excused herself going to bed before anyone else, Sally made the decision to speak to Joan and Amy. She waited for the two teenagers to go to bed before acting. Just as Joan was about to shut the bedroom door, Sally quickly moved so she could speak softly to the teenager. "Joan... honey. Can I talk to you for a second?"
Joan smiled a big, warm smile and held the door open for Sally. "Certainly... I expected you to say something about this afternoon. Please come in... Amy and I would love to know you better." The warm, friendly greeting sent a shiver through Sally's body especially after hearing the teenager expected a confrontation.
The teenager only held the door open wide enough so that Sally had to squirm to enter. Sally was sure that Joan purposely put her hand on her shoulder and let it slide down her torso when she walked into the room. Suddenly the door shut and Sally felt the strong urge to run out of the room, which was rapidly closing in on her. She stared at the teenager noticing a confidence of someone who was in absolute control with nothing to worry about.
"I'm sorry your daughter was such a slut this afternoon... she begged me to rub the suntan oil all over. She opened her legs and told me to rub oil on her cunt... and said she wanted you to see it." Joan's plan was purely to go on the offensive and she considered her plan foolproof. Her ultimate objective was standing directly in front of her, shaking so bad that it made Joan grin with even more confidence.
Sally stared at the teen. Joan's face conveyed sheer power and strength and she dared the mother to call her a liar. She even stepped closer to Sally so that they were merely a foot apart. Then she waited, and waited.
The seconds ticked off the clock with Sally starting to break out in an anxious sweat. Joan's revelation stunned her to the point where she was lost for a good retort. "Bu... but, I thought... you," Sally whispered unable to think of a reasonable rationale for her displeasure with the girls.
All of a sudden Joan was in her face. She pushed Sally hard in the center of her chest so that the woman fell backwards landing on the narrow bed. Amy moved so fast that Sally didn't see her until she was right behind her on the bed. Sally tried to sit up and her eyes opened in awe when Joan stood between her legs pushing her feet apart. She merely watched at the bold actions of the teenager before staring up into the dark, steely eyes.
Sally's stomach churned madly and it was filled with intense anticipation. She knew the girls were going to do something drastic but yet she was powerless to move a muscle to escape. Every common sense told her to run but she remained motionless, as if waiting to be taken by the same girls who took her daughter.
"Get up on the bed... higher, higher so Amy can tie your arms. That's it... now put your arms up... above your head," Joan said while both girls helped get the older woman in position. Sally was amazed to find herself laying on her back with her arms outstretched above her head, just as the teen ordered. When she felt the cold metal clamps lock around her wrists, Sally merely uttered whimpers of abandonment.
All of a sudden Joan jumped on the bed. She rolled over Sally's outstretched body until she was sitting over the woman's midsection. When Joan's hands went to her heaving chest, Sally's breathing became even more ragged. Slowly, as if teasing, Joan's hands slipped under the loose fitting halter-top. Their eyes held in a most intimate stare and Sally could feel cool air washing over her suddenly exposed chest.
Joan slipped the clothing above the woman's boobs. Sally's body was on fire. Never had her tits been so sensitive with her nipples hard enough to throb madly. She could not remember being so wet. The juices seemed to be running from her fiery belly and she could not remember wanting something so badly.
The teen smiled and her fingers did immense damage. Joan rolled the extended nipples between her strong fingers and she pulled them up from Sally's heaving chest. Every time the teen touched her, her body reacted in a way Sally would never forget.
Joan leaned down so she could whisper in Sally's ear. "You are even hornier than your daughter. There is only one way to make me happy." She paused for effect before giving the woman an order. "You will start telling me everything... what you feel... what you want... and best of all, what you desire."
Sally's sole concentration was on Joan and her commands. She couldn't see past the girl's body but felt the drastic consequences of being tied up. Sally felt strange hands on her lower body and she knew Amy was hard at work. Why Sally raised her hips, when the teen insisted she do so, was a mystery to her. Suddenly her hips were in the air and Amy stripped her dignity throwing her shorts and panties across the room.
Amy was between Sally's legs before the woman could squeeze them together. The teen easily pushed her way into the growing gap until her lithe body lay between the widespread limbs. Sally's sole focus was on Amy's older sister, which enabled the younger teen to find utopia.
"You're going to beg me to fuck you... fuck your sweet cunt just like I did Sarah's," Joan whispered with Sally reading her lips at the same time. Sally was sure her heart could not beat any faster but she was wrong. In a split second, Joan rotated until her mouth hovered above one of the golden nuggets. Her tongue lashed out and licked the very tip of Sally's right nipple and her sister did the same thing to the suddenly exposed clitoris.
Sally's body shuddered so violently that her arms pulled hard on the handcuffs. Any pain was easily forgotten and she pushed her chest up at the hungry mouth. Her heart beat faster and all of a sudden the rushing blood hit the top of her head. Joan's teeth surrounded her enlarged nipple biting down hard enough to cause pain. Amy sucked the tender clitoris into her mouth and put the puffy clit between her teeth. The sisters turned the grown woman into their sex slave in a swift heartbeat.
Joan could not recall anyone climaxing so fast. She marveled at the pretty face contorted in immense agony trying to stop the orgasm, as it rushed towards the summit. Joan knew if she stopped caressing the nipples, it would prolong the affair but Joan didn't want to pause. Her goal was to gain complete control and this was merely the first step in becoming mistress of a goddess she had admired for years.
All of a sudden Amy grabbed a handful of curly hair just as Sally's spasms subsided. Amy pulled hard almost ripping some hair from the woman's upraised pelvis. "Oh please... please don't, it hurts," Sally moaned feeling enormous pain.
Joan knew what her sister was doing. "Yes, I know. Mistress doesn't like dirty pussies... so I'm going to shave it... shave your dirty pussy so it looks just like Sarah's," Joan whispered making Sally's stomach quiver crazily. "So it's nice and clean and then I can make you cream again... Do you want to cream for Mistress?"
Sally stared into the paralyzing eyes. She was always the aggressor and the one to make decisions. But suddenly Sally stared into the dark, mystic eyes feeling like a virgin teenager again.
Amy gave the hair another swift jerk and Joan pressed for the kill. "What do you want Joanie to do? I want to hear you."
"Oh Joan... Joan," but that was all she could say before the teens showed their disapproval.
"I'm not Joan. Who am I?" Joan whispered.
"Oh, Mistress... please... make me look pretty. Like you did Sarah," Sally moaned her voice breaking with every word.
Joan wanted to tease and humiliate her to the extreme. She knew the woman was under her spell and she was determined to take full advantage. "Yes... you want Mistress to shave your dirty pussy. So it is clean... and then I can make you cum... Again! Oh my... you acted like a little schoolgirl... that first time."
Sally was embarrassed beyond anything she could imagine. Her whole body was flushed and so heated that her mind was almost delirious. It was like being bound and tied to the bed made the affair even more alluring. Her emotions soared and Sally found it impossible to calm her rising desire for what the teens were doing to her.
She could not remember anytime in her past when a second orgasm happened so soon after experiencing a climax. Sally did everything in her power to extinguish the fires but nothing seemed to help.
Suddenly Joan was kissing her face. Joan's lips kissed and her tongue left a wet trail all across Sally's rosy cheek until stopping at the side of her face. "Spread... that's a good girl. Spread your legs... you're going to cream all over my fingers," Joan whispered with her lips touching her ear. "I can tell Amy likes your boobies... she loves sucking big, hard nipples."
Sally's chest was completely vulnerable to the teenager. Amy attacked with a vengeance knowing exactly what her sister wanted her to do. The teen slapped Sally's boobs back and forth while feasting on both nipples without any fear of rejection.
Sally desperately wanted to plead for mercy. She felt the rising tide of desire knowing that at any second an orgasm would flood her entire being. Her legs were spread wide but she seemed to have no control over them. Joan's hand was on top of her pelvis and the teen's long middle finger was pressed into the vast wetness.
"I like the way your body reacts when I touch you there," Joan whispered giving her ear a lick. "Try to hold back... try not to orgasm. Wait for me... wait so I can eat your cunt and put my tongue inside your honey hole."
Joan put the puffy clitoris between her fingers and squeezed. It was the last caress Sally would remember, as violent convulsions rocked her midsection. The teen sucked Sally's ear and she used her tongue like a tiny penis while her fingers inflicted immense damage.
Sally couldn't think of anything she wanted more than climaxing. The teen stretched her clit and pinched just hard enough so that the pain turned into pure ecstasy. When Joan kissed her on the lips, Sally returned the kiss like she was a lost lover. Their tongues intertwined and the kiss turned into a heated embrace that consumed the woman's last remaining shred of decency.
Her pussy belonged to another woman while Amy feasted on her sweet charms. The younger sister sucked one throbbing nipple inside her mouth and she had the other between her strong fingers. Amy had been well coached by her older sister and knew exactly how to caress a woman's boobs. She lapped the swollen bud until it was a marble covered with spit. Then she shifted to the other nipple moving back and forth every few seconds ensuring both buds throbbed madly.
Sally had no recollection of when or how the teenager finally tattooed marks of ownership and possession on her creamy tits. It would be much later when the distraught mother would notice the dark, red marks all over her boobs.
Suddenly Joan's fingers pushed deeper between the puffy labia pinching harder on the core of the oily clit. "It feels like my slave wants to cum... Do you want to cum?" she whispered very softly in Sally's ear while rolling the clit vigorously. "I just love it when older women act like schoolgirls... and cream all over my fingers."
Sally was more desperate than ever. She couldn't stop her hips thrusting upwards madly trying to meet the girl's demands. 'Oh gawd,' she thought. 'Maybe I'm not the only one and this isn't so wrong.' Suddenly Sally lost her train of thought with her total focus on the exploding orgasm. She tried hard not to make noises and merely let the rushing waves cleanse any sinful thoughts in her lust-filled mind.
The teenagers were rough and demanding. Sally had never been treated so harshly and she was afraid to hold anything back for fear of making the teens mad. The orgasm lasted forever. Nearing the end, Joan rammed her finger into Sally's honey hole raking the tip of her finger across the most sensitive G-spot. The teenager finger-fucked Sally while ripping every last spasm from her inner being.
Sally was positive she slipped into an unconscious dreamland. When her mind drifted back to reality, she realized that Joan was fulfilling her promise. Being older and much more mature meant nothing to the two teenagers, as they treated the grown woman like a slave. Sally's eyes opened in awe when the teenager turned her precious pelvis into a bald prairie. She watched stroke after stroke of the razor, as Joan shaved every curly hair from her womanly treasure.
All of a sudden Sally realized her arms were free but she wasn't going anywhere. The sisters, with each taking liberties, embraced her hot, sweaty body. Joan finished shaving her clean and the teenager marveled at Sally's beauty. Suddenly the teen's fingers teased and slipped between Sally's legs. The roller coaster started again and Sally's body reacted violently to the bold caresses. The blatant fingers dipped into the vast wetness ensuring to lightly stroke the raw clitoris with each pass. Each time her clit was caressed, Sally's hips thrust wildly at the invader.
The little bitch knew what she was doing and Joan planned keeping Sally fully aroused. Joan intended keeping Sally enslaved all night even though it could bring drastic consequences from her mother. She whispered in Sally's ear and felt the woman shudder from hearing numerous evil requests.
Sally lay in the girls' arms, as they molested her naked body nonstop. She was utterly amazed at the difference between the two sisters. Joan was tender, elusive and very purposeful with her caresses and embraces. Sally willingly succumbed to Joan's foreplay feeling that the teen was her Mistress.
Amy, on the other hand, was reckless, rough and even fearless when she assaulted her dream woman. Strangely, the young teen used more force than necessary causing pain but every time she did, she would stop just before Sally screamed. Then the teen would use her tongue or burning mouth to soothe and appease Sally until her emotions cleared the highest summit.
Somehow her hands obeyed the whispers in her ear. Sally knew better and dearly wanted to put a stop to the sinful affair. She knew spending more time in the girl's room would surely be incriminating. There were many reasons for leaving the room but somehow escape seemed impossible.
Sally lost track of the number of times she climaxed. She thought multiple orgasms meant a woman experiencing two or maybe three in a relatively short timeframe but she was wrong. The girls' hands never seemed to leave her body and their fingers touched and embraced her in places reserved for her husband. Sally would never forget when Joan forced her to perform cunnilingus. Joan whispered directions in her ear and her words rocked Sally to the core. "We're going to fuck all night... I'm going to be your Mistress all night. You're the hottest bitch ever... hotter than Sarah," she whispered kissing and pecking the side of Sally's flushed face. "Get ready my love... my little sister needs your mouth... right on her dripping slit."
She started to shake. The teen's statements were profound and Sally's body shuddered out of control hearing Joan wanted her to touch Amy. There was no way on earth she considered touching another woman let alone putting her mouth on a pussy. She was still fretting and worrying about Joan's demands when suddenly she found herself between the two sisters. Sally was on her hands and knees when Joan grabbed her by the hair. Her eyes burned holes in her fragile mind sending Sally's emotions soaring out of control once again.
"You don't want to piss me off... or I'll tell mother how you seduced me. You're my special piece of ass... and I plan using it for a long... long time," Joan whispered daring Sally to stop her. "I am going to watch you lick Amy's pretty cunt... then you are going to do me."
Joan was the type of girl who loved being in control. She dearly yearned to control her luscious young neighbor, Sarah, who had disregarded and humiliated her for years. And she dearly wanted to control Sarah's sexy mother. Joan realized Sally had treated her great over the years but she still blamed the mother for her daughter's cruel behavior.
Sally opened her mouth to protest but it was the last objection she would make. She was on her hands and knees between the young teenager's splayed legs with a hairless twat staring her in the face. Suddenly she saw that Amy was not really shaved but her pussy hair was so light and sparse that it was hard to see in the dim light. Sally would never understand how she allowed Joan to shove her face into the fertile valley until the wetness caressed her blushing face. She desperately wanted to voice a protest but it never happened.
The worst part of it all was the fact Joan propped Sally's ass high in the air. She rolled around Sally's kneeling body until she placed her hands on the woman's flaming ass cheeks. Sally never intended for her tongue to dart out of her mouth but it did when a hot, scorching mouth attacked her exposed crack.
Joan spread the butt cheeks so wide that Sally was totally defenseless. First the teen sucked the tiny space between heaven and hell. Then she suddenly rammed her tongue into the honey hole until her lips pressed against Sally's freshly shaved labia. Joan pretended her tongue was a small penis and she fucked the quivering woman for many moments. All of a sudden, she switched. She rammed her tongue into the puckered asshole and fucked for all she was worth.
Sally suddenly realized the younger sister was experiencing erotic bliss. Just the fact Amy's tiny clitoris was deeply embedded inside Sally's mouth brought ultimate pleasure to the teenager. Amy tried to hold still to prolong the ultimate pleasure of Sally's scorching mouth but that was impossible. The woman's tongue was a feather and a dagger at the same time lightly caressing every nerve ending while stabbing her pussy with skilled expertise.
The young teenager was cumming and Sally obediently sucked harder on the creaming honey hole. To make matters even worse, Amy's fingers intertwined in Sally's hair and she pulled the mature woman's face harder into her burning crotch. Sally fully understood the teen was experiencing an intense orgasm and that she was a servant to the young girl's pleasure. She licked and sucked the throbbing clitoris knowing Amy would be overcome with a rising desire to climax.
Joan sensed that her little sister was experiencing heavenly ecstasy. She could see Amy's pretty face etched in severe agony, as the spasms rocketed through her insides. Joan had her gorgeous slave on the brink of another orgasm but she deliberately evaded the final thrust. She teased one hole and then the other keeping Sally a victim to her teenage madness.
When the last spasms rocked Amy's lithe torso, Sally thought her turmoil was over. All of a sudden, she was face to face with the older teenager. Sally stared into the raging, lustrous eyes of the she-devil. "Look at you...you have cum all over your beautiful face," Joan whispered sending a violent shiver up Sally's backbone. "Now you're goin' to eat me...eat my pussy like a good little slut... and show Mistress that you like being her slave."
Her stomach churned with utter dismay. Sally realized everything the girl said was true. She was a slave and Joan was her Mistress. Her eyes opened in awe as the teenager slowly shifted her body around until she lay on her back directly in front of her. Joan placed a leg on either side of Sally's shivering body and didn't say a word. She merely lay still inviting the older woman to take her.
Sally's eyes shone as they worked their way down the teen's succulent body. Joan smiled seeing the distraught expression on Sally's face. "Kiss my tits... show Mistress you love her titties. Kiss them!" The words blazed through Sally's head like a raging forest fire. "Make my nipples throb... use your beautiful tongue."
Joan cupped her breasts offering them to her slave. Sally let out whimpering sounds but she slowly moved forward. She closed her eyes letting her instincts take over. She felt the intense heat from Joan's body even before her face brushed against the burning flesh. Suddenly her mouth was on one of the teen's boobs and the next thing she knew, a nipple was between her lips. Joan put her strong hands on the sides of the woman's face and she guided the willing mouth from nipple to nipple every few seconds.
When Joan felt her buds throbbing and pulsating like mad, she put her hand on the top of Sally's head and pushed downward. Sally's face passed the velvety terrain. First the well-rounded curve of Joan's boobs. And then onto the flat tummy, which by now was quivering. Somehow her face remained next to the heated flesh but that was due mainly to Joan's hand, which guided the tender caresses. Suddenly the tiny indent of the bellybutton appeared and Sally's face was shoved forward until her mouth came in contact with the love button.
Sally never intended that her tongue would come out of her mouth but it did. Compelled to follow the teenager's orders, she kissed the bellybutton and then her tongue swirled through the tiny pit until Joan made her quit. The memorable voyage continued until she came face to face with Hell. Joan's legs were splayed and fully exposed was her hairless, pink pussy-slit.
Joan merely laid waiting for her slave. All of a sudden the woman's hesitation made the teenager mad. "Do it... do it slut... show Mistress how much you love her. Eat me, slut," Joan said loud enough to be heard in the next room. "Lick my cunt, slut... and make me cum in your mouth!"
For the second time in her life, Sally performed cunnilingus on an overly aroused girl. Joan's body rolled and thrashed all over the sheets welcoming the wonderful caresses. Sally felt obliged to fulfill the teen's wishes and her tongue flicked the exposed clitoris back and forth at a furious rate. Each time she batted the inflamed clit, Joan demanded more.
Amy did not want to sit idle. She resumed her sister's caresses attacking the woman from behind. Sally tried in vain to get away for the young teen by lying flat, face down on the bouncing bed but it did little good. Amy pushed the shapely legs to the sides making sure they were spread wide. Then she swooped between them with the skill of a predator. Her fingers found the two vulnerable openings and Sally's demise was imminent.
Sally howled for mercy but did not take her mouth off Joan's running pussy. Her screams were muffled by the throbbing clit, which was deeply embedded in her mouth. She swallowed as fast as she could and realized the teenager was having an orgasm due to her actions.
Sally was left totally defenseless to Amy's assault even though she was in a prone position. Amy shoved her slim forefinger into Sally's pussy until it was fully embedded and then she fucked the woman's ass with her tongue. Amy rammed her tongue into the forbidden hole feeling Sally's body shudder wildly.
More screams into the convulsing pussy did nothing to alleviate Sally's turmoil. Amy had her and she knew it. The young teen was determined to end the woman's struggles and once again prove the grown woman was a slave. She finger-fucked Sally like a crazed pervert and tongue-fucked her ass knowing no woman could withstand such a fury. The young teenager broke Sally's fragile spirit and she relished the free-flowing fountain of lust.
Sally reasoned she might have had a chance to resist Amy's assault if it were not for the girl putting her demanding fingers around her swollen rosebud at the very last second. Amy squeezed her clit hard and rolled it around in the abundant oil until an orgasm flourished. Sally couldn't stop the floodwaters, as the juices ran from her inner being.
Being a sex-slave for two teenagers was not as bad as Sally imagined. The remorse and guilt would not be felt until after, and lust controlled her emotions in the meantime. Sally had lost complete track of time. She never dreamt of having such intense desires or imagined that ecstasy could last so long. It seemed that every succeeding orgasm was more intense than its predecessor.
During any short interludes during the teenage seduction, Sally fretted about getting caught by her dear friend. She reflected on how easy it was for the teenagers to gain complete control over her and knew Karen would never understand. The dire fact was that Sally herself didn't understand how such a climatic thing could happen.
Sally was utterly flabbergasted and embarrassed when morning came and she was still in bed being seduced by the teens. It was past dawn when Joan finally allowed the woman to leave their bedroom. "Mom will be up soon... she won't know if you leave now," the teen whispered. Joan gave Sally a kiss that punctuated her resolve to be her Mistress. Sally did not resist when the teen used her tongue or when Joan's hands boldly fondled her boobs for one last time.
Sally desperately found what clothes she could. She quickly dressed and crept out of the room on her tiptoes trying to make as little noise as possible. When she entered her own bedroom, Sally's heart stopped when she noticed her daughter was sitting upright on the bed.
"Are you happy? I told you... Joan told me she was going to become your Mistress... too," Sarah whispered holding her arms out to her mother. "Oh my gawd... what are we going to do?"
The two women fell into each other's arms. Having suffered the same fate, each knew what the other was going through. Sarah held her mother in a tight embrace. "Mother... dear gawd, do you know what it sounded like? I could hear you... begging. Mother... you begged her. It was plain as day... when you begged her to let you cum."
The embrace continued. "Later... I heard them. Do you know what it was like listening to two teenagers crying out to a slut... and knowing it was your mother," Sarah whispered in disbelief? "You must have done it... gawd mother... did Joanie make you go down on her... and Amy? Did you do it... to both of them?"
Sally didn't know how to lie to her daughter. She would remember this confession for the rest of her life. "I... I... she made me," Sally moaned. "She forced me to make love to Amy... and then... her." It was the most humiliating thing Sally had ever done when she told her very own daughter what happened.
Mother and daughter hugged in a loving embrace. Each tried to console the other and it was mere moments before they drifted into a restless dreamland. Dreams, which quickly turned into nightmares, filled their heads and the two women would get little sleep. Both dreamed of the two sisters forcing them to do things that were totally embarrassing and degrading.
It was going to be the worst moment of her life. Sally knew it was time to go into the kitchen and face her dear friend. She had betrayed Karen. The noises of last night's demoralizing affair were surely loud enough to wake the dead and her friend would suspect what happened. Sally was totally lost for a way to explain staying in the daughter's bedroom all night and all the loud sounds.
When Sally entered the kitchen to Karen's pleasant greeting, her heart skipped a beat. "Well sleepy head... it's about time you got up. I hope you slept as well as I did. Gawd, I dropped dead when my head hit the pillow," Karen said. "All I heard was my girl's playing some silly games and then I must have passed out. I hope they didn't keep you awake with all the noise?"
Sally couldn't believe her good fortune. She was completely oblivious to the fact that Karen was being coy with her by pretending nothing happened. Sally went from feeling guilty and remorseful to being upbeat and cheerful. "No... No. It was nothing... really," she replied breathing a big sigh of relief.
The rest of the morning was a complete blur. Sally fretted about what would happen when the teenagers finally got out of bed but nothing prepared her for Joan's grand entrance. It was like a scene played out in a Hollywood movie. Karen, Sally and Sarah were sitting around the kitchen table chatting when Joan and her sister walked into the kitchen. A still came over the room and everyone anticipated that something drastic was about to happen.
Nobody dared move as Joan boldly walked around the table until she stood directly behind Sally. Joan put her hands on the woman's shoulders and she squeezed hard digging her fingers into the soft, shivering flesh. Sally was mortified that the teen would even come so close to her or touch her with her mother sitting across the table.
Unexpectedly, Joan began caressing and massaging Sally's shoulders, which brought a response from the shaken woman. "Joan... Joan, dear gawd... what...?" That was all Sally had the opportunity to say before her world came crashing down.
Joan laughed at Sally's lame response and brazenly put her hands over the woman's chest. "Very good. You do listen. You didn't wear a bra," the audacious girl said. She slowly and deliberately pulled the front of Sally's tanktop out from her body until the woman's luscious tits were exposed. The girl then cupped the bare boobs bringing a whimper from her frightened slave. "You have such beautiful boobies... and I am glad you obeyed my orders and didn't wear a bra."
Automatically, Sally's hands came up swiftly and she grabbed the back of the teen's brazen hands. The woman looked around frantically utterly embarrassed by the teenager's bold actions. Suddenly Sally's eyes met those of her dearest friend and she pleaded desperately for forgiveness with a sorrowful expression.
Joan wasn't to be deterred and she decided it was time to take complete charge. Her arms were around Sally's torso and she quickly yanked the woman out of her chair. She forced Sally to her feet and pulled her body tightly into her own. Joan put her mouth at the side of Sally's flushed face and spoke with a sure, confident voice. "You wanted me to feel your titties last night... didn't you?" she whispered.
Joan fondled Sally's boobs despite the woman's hands frantically trying to stop her. A shiver of guilt shot through Sally's body when she noticed Karen's eyes did not blink, as she stared at what her daughter was doing. When Joan spoke again, Sally wanted to disappear. "Mother... last night, did you hear my slave begging me to fuck her?" There was no sound in the room except for heavy breathing, which was coming from more than one person. "Mother! You don't want me to get mad... do you?"
Karen's eyes were big as saucers and she looked scared. "No... no, please don't be mad at me. Yes... gawd, yes. I heard it all. How you made her cum... how you shaved her... and then made her cum again... and again. How you made her taste Amy... and then taste you! Oh, dear God... how I wanted to be in the room with you."
The only reason Sally was still standing was because the young teen's arms were holding her up. Her legs were shaking vehemently but it was her dear friends revelation that shocked her most. Karen's daughter was a dominatrix. Joan could make her mother do anything! And now, the teenager had skillfully gotten control over her two gorgeous neighbors.
Everyone's attention was suddenly on Joan, as she took liberties and felt up Sarah's mother. "I think we should rest and relax today," the young domineering teenager said. "Take a little walk... have some sun... go for a swim. Tonight... I want all my beautiful slaves to be fresh and vibrant. Oh, we're gonna have such fun!"
No one dared to even breathe as they watched in awe as Joan pulled the older woman's tanktop over her head and carelessly discarded it on the floor. "Remember back when Sarah was little... and sucked these tits? Yes, we're gonna have such fun tonight!"
Having made her point, Joan laughed sending a shiver through all the onlookers. Suddenly she let go of the two swollen nipples that she was tormenting. "Let's go for a tour... around the village. We can even do some shopping... for a souvenir or two." Everyone quickly agreed, relishing the opportunity to get away from the cabin... at least for a little while.
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