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Jenni's Story - 3
by Brian_r_98 (brian_r_98@yahoo.com)

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Jenni continues her sexual education with her 
girlfriend and her stepdad. (Mff, ped, bi, spank)

***

Chapter 3 – What I Learned About Cocks

Jessica couldn't come home with me the next day, 
Thursday, and had family things every day for the next 
week and more, so we couldn't schedule anything. When I 
got home on Thursday I called out to Jim right away, to 
tell him Jessica wasn't with me. He wasn't angry but he 
did seem disappointed. I told him we weren't able to 
make other arrangements either. I think he expected 
that we would be his entertainment for the afternoon. 
Then he asked me what I was doing still dressed...

I was confused at first. What did he mean, "still"? 
Then I blushed. He expected me to be naked in the house 
at all times when it was just him and I. I turned to a 
nearby chair and dumped my school backpack. I stood 
looking at Jim as I began to unbutton my blouse. My 
nipples were hardening and I realized I was getting 
excited, turned on. My blouse soon joined my backpack, 
as did my hastily removed bra. It was like I couldn't 
get undressed fast enough.

Jim stepped backwards to his favorite chair and sat 
down, his eyes never leaving mine. My skirt fell to the 
floor, my panties right after them. As I stooped to 
pick them up Jim said, "Leave the knee socks and shoes, 
they look nice."

Then he reached next his seat and turned on the radio 
on the small table. As the music started Jim said, 
"Dance." It didn't sound like a request...

I was confused. Dance? With him? He was still seated, 
how could I?

"Dance, girl! Like you want me to think you're sexy. I 
said dance!"

The revelation of what he was demanding hit me like a 
brick in the face. I was to be his naked entertainment. 
His naked, dancing, entertainment... I'd heard about 
places that men went to watch girls dance, to dance 
naked, or to strip while they were dancing. Usually I'd 
heard they were nasty places, where men went to be bad, 
where the girls were slutty and did sex things for 
money. Is that what he wanted me to be like?

I was still standing, stunned to immobility, when Jim 
burst from the chair, one hand ripping the belt free 
from his pants, the other grabbing my arm and spinning 
me around against the couch. His strong arm pushed me 
forward over the arm of the couch as his knee trapped 
my legs against it. I bent in half like a folding 
table.

Two quick swipes with his belt across my naked butt and 
thighs and I was yelling with pain. Mom's swats never 
came close to hurting this much.

"When I tell you to dance, I expect you to start moving 
immediately! Ask what kind of dancing after you're 
moving! Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes! Oh, God, yes, sir! I'm sorry, Jim. I'm sorry, 
sir!"

Just as quickly as he'd grabbed me, he released me. He 
dropped his belt beside his chair and sat down again. 
"So, start dancing already!"

The song playing on the radio happened to be one of the 
most popular current tunes, one my girlfriends and I 
listened to, knew the words to, and even danced to in 
our little girl groups. So I started dancing.

At first I was intensely aware of just being naked and 
moving. Then I became more aware of Jim's eyes on my 
bouncing boobs and swaying pubic patch. I knew I was 
blushing, I could feel the heat of it spreading from my 
face and down my chest. Just as quickly, my blush 
turned to arousal as I felt my nipples harden again and 
my pussy start to get damp. I could feel the coolness 
of the moving air on my damp pussy hair.

Jim's hand moved from the arm of his chair to the front 
of his pants, adjusting that lump I'd seen before when 
I'd been punished in his presence. This time, however, 
he wasn't trying to hide his movement from me. He 
wanted me to see what he was doing.

The song changed, to what I don't remember, but I kept 
dancing without a break, a light sweat putting a sheen 
on my girl body. My boobs felt bigger, my nipples 
harder than I ever remember. I must have closed my eyes 
as I was dancing because when I opened them the sight 
in front of my eyes almost made me stop dead in my 
tracks.

Jim's hand was pushed into the front of his open pants, 
apparently stroking his large and very hard cock. I 
guess he must have opened his pants while I was 
dancing, eyes closed. I'd never seen a cock before, 
certainly not a full-grown, erect one, and I guess I 
still hadn't seen all of it, but it was obvious what he 
was doing. I suppose the pictures in the magazines at 
Jessica's house counted, but a picture is not the same 
as the real thing. And here one was, a real cock, 
obviously hard and it was only a few feet from my 
dancing, sweating, wet-pussy-excited, thirteen-year-old 
body!!

Abruptly, Jim grabbed the front of his pants, got up 
and shut the radio off. "Go take a shower. Then get 
your homework done. You can put something on right 
before time for your mother to come home."

I didn't even grab my clothes, just ran immediately to 
the bathroom. How had my life changed so fast, so 
completely? Was it only a few weeks ago that I yearned 
for Jim's touch after a spanking? I know I was young 
and inexperienced, but I thought this was all pleasure 
and fun, a sense of getting away with something. Now I 
was beginning to feel captured, cornered, like I'd 
started down a one-way path with no way to turn around.

The next day, Friday, I woke up not feeling well. 
Nothing bad, more like a 24-hour bug. But after I threw 
up my breakfast, my mom called my school and said I 
wouldn't be in that day. That was fine with me. I 
stayed on the couch until late morning when mom went to 
work, queasy and almost dizzy the whole time. Mom made 
me drink ginger ale, and I did manage to keep that down 
along with some crackers she gave me.

With that small victory mom felt she could safely leave 
for work. "Jim will be home in a few hours. Take a 
quick shower then go back to bed and rest. I bet you'll 
feel better then."

After my shower I reached into my drawer for clean 
panties and an oversized t-shirt. For some reason, and 
without even thinking about it, I never did put the 
panties on, leaving them on the end of the bed. Within 
twenty minutes of climbing into bed I was asleep.

I awoke briefly with a ticklish sensation on my butt. 
As I turned my head Jim kissed me on the cheek and I 
felt his hand under the covers, fondling my panty-less 
ass. "Your mom called me to say you were sick. Stay in 
bed, I'll make you some soup later."

Probably near 6 p.m. I finally staggered from my room 
and went to pee. Jim heard me up and about and came 
down the hall. I hadn't closed the bathroom door and he 
arrived in the doorway just in time to see me lift the 
t-shirt and wipe my pussy dry.

"Are you up? Or are you headed back to bed?"

"I think I'm up for a while. Can I have that soup now?

"Coming right up. Why don't you move out to the couch 
and I'll bring it to you there?"

When I made it out to the living room Jim had already 
arranged a big blanket, a glass of ginger ale, and the 
TV remote for me. I plopped down and snuggled in. I 
don't think I fell asleep but I have no recollection of 
anything until the soup arrived. Amazing what a little 
chicken noodle will do for a body. Jim was an absolute 
angel, kind and caring. More than once as he stood next 
to me I had to fight the impulse to reach up and pat 
that bulge in the front of his pajama pants... Where 
the heck did that impulse come from?

When I finished my soup and my ginger ale Jim came and 
collected the dirty dishes. "Go take another shower and 
put yourself back in bed. You've got the rest of the 
weekend to recover."

After my shower I didn't even pull out new panties. 
Didn't pull out a t-shirt, either. For the first time 
in my life I climbed into bed naked. I have no idea 
why.

I woke up because I had to pee. My clock said it was 
after 11:30. I didn't put on a shirt or robe before 
padding down the hall to the bathroom. I started back 
down the hall to my room but stopped when I heard 
noises from mom and Jim's room, angry voice noises.

I snuck down the hall, oblivious to my own nakedness, 
lured by the sounds and the light escaping from the 
partly open door. Jim's voice sounded disgusted, not 
angry.

"Your daughter is home sick and you went out for a 
drink with the girls from work?! What were you 
thinking?"

"But, Jim... You were home with her. I knew she was 
well-taken care of, that you'd be done work... Please, 
Jim, not this..."

This what, I wondered? Jim seemed unimpressed with her 
argument.

"Enough arguing. You're getting just what you deserve. 
Strip."

Sounded like a mix of mom's punishment routine and the 
stern voice I'd come to know and follow of late. But 
mom continued to argue.

"JIM!"

"You heard me. I said strip!!"

By the time I had tip-toed closer to see through the 
crack, mom was already down to her underwear, her skirt 
and blouse already tossed on the bed. Mom hesitated but 
a stern look from Jim and the bra and panties soon 
joined the other clothing on the bed.

Jim disappeared for a moment to the other side of the 
room. I could see Mom watching him, eyes pleading, head 
shaking no. But at the same time she was putting her 
arms behind her back.

Jim reappeared in my line of sight, coming up behind 
Mom as she turned away from him, presenting her back 
and her pulled-back arms. In one hand Jim held a pair 
of handcuffs. A couple of quick clicking noises and I 
could see the handcuffs in place on Mom's wrists. Mom 
took the couple of steps to the bed and knelt on it, 
dropping her head forward and pointing her ass into the 
room. I was surprised to see that there was no hair 
that tufted from between her legs – she was balder on 
her pussy than I was!

Jim had disappeared again after putting the handcuffs 
in place and now reappeared with his belt in his hand, 
the very same one that he'd used on me just the day 
before.

"You'll get ten. I want you to count. Remember that 
your daughter is lying sick down the hall, so keep your 
noise down."

"Yes, sir."

My jaw dropped. She called him 'sir'?

His arm came forward and I swear I flinched with every 
strike of the belt, just as my mother did. Her ass 
quickly reddened, just as mine did. Jim varied his 
strokes more than Mom did, however, and at least two 
caught her high between the legs, right on her bald 
pussy. My hands involuntarily went to cover my own 
pussy, and I realized my own nakedness.

After the ten strokes were strongly delivered Mom got 
up with little more than a snuffle and repositioned 
herself, kneeling on the floor facing the side of the 
bed.

Jim stepped around her and stood with his legs to the 
edge of the bed. Mom leaned forward on her knees and 
nuzzled his crotch. Nuzzled? When did I learn that 
word? Jim smiled down at her and opened his pants. The 
hard cock I'd almost seen the previous afternoon looked 
huge to me but I realize now that it was pretty 
average. Just as mom's lips closed around it, just like 
I'd seen in the pictures in Jessica's magazines.

I was awestruck. Here was a blowjob being performed 
before my very eyes and I had what I considered a 
ringside seat. Mom's lips worked their way up and down 
his cock, sometimes taking it directly into her mouth 
so far I thought she'd gag. She also worked her lips up 
and down the length of it, like she was spreading 
frosting with her lips. Mom seriously looked like she 
liked it. My perception of doing that was that it was 
something a female did because she had to, was forced, 
or stuck with no options.

When I finally dragged my eyes away from what Mom was 
doing I realized Jim was staring at me. He knew! He 
knew that I'd seen them! And again I realized I was 
naked, on display. Jim smiled at me and turned himself 
more sideways, so when Mom's mouth came off his cock I 
could see it more clearly.

I was mesmerized. I had no idea a woman would do that 
to a man and like it, as Mom clearly did.

Mom must have worked his cock for almost five minutes 
when Jim began talking to her, asking her questions, 
intended to impress or embarrass me.

"You like sucking my cock, don't you, June?"

"Oh, God, Jim, you know I do." She was almost 
whimpering in excitement in between the slurping, 
licking, and sucking.

"Suck it good, suck it like you want someone to watch 
you suck it."

"Oh, Jim, don't say that..."

"Sure, June, why don't we arrange it so Jenni can watch 
you? Would you like that? To have your daughter know 
how good a cocksucker you are?"

I was stunned. He was doing this entirely for my 
benefit! I was rooted to the floor, staring at them 
through the crack in the door, oblivious to my own 
nakedness. I realized I was fingering my pussy in 
rhythm with Mom's movement of her mouth up and down 
Jim's cock.

Mom pulled away from him. "No, Jim, no. Don't do that! 
She's too young! She's innocent! It wouldn't be right!"

Jim pushed Mom's face away from his cock. "You like to 
swallow my cum, don't you, baby?"

Mom was trying to push her face closer again, trying to 
recapture his cock with her mouth. "God, yes, Jim, I 
love the taste of your cum. Let me drink it...!"

"Not tonight, baby, I want you to wear it on your 
face." Jim looked at me again. "Think of it as part of 
your punishment."

Jim started stroking his cock in front of Mom's 
upturned face. Her eyes were closed, her mouth only 
slightly open. Jim's left hand reached out to capture 
the top of her head, his right stroking that amazing 
piece of meat.

"Take it, baby, take my cum." Jim's eyes were locked on 
mine, and I was matching his pace, one hand strumming 
my swollen clit, the other pushing fingers up inside 
me.

"Uggh! Here you are, baby, wear my hot load, just for 
you!! Arrggh!" Thick ropes of cum spurted from his cock 
and coated Mom's face from her hair to her neck. It 
dripped from her cheeks and chin to her swollen 
nipples.

I sank to my knees in the hallway as my orgasm overcame 
me, clenching my jaw to prevent any noise escaping. Jim 
wiped his dripping cock on Mom's cheek.

"You did well. Maybe I'll take the handcuffs off for 
the night..."

"Oh, Jim, you can't leave me like this, please...?"

Jim waved his hand in my direction, dismissing me. I 
struggled to my feet and staggered back down the 
hallway to my room. I was stunned from what I'd seen. 
Jim had obviously turned the situation into something 
done just for my benefit. He wanted me to see his cock, 
to see what it could do, and to see Mom's adoration of 
it.

His lesson wasn't wasted on me. I couldn't wait to see 
it again. As I drifted off to sleep, it was the image 
of the ropy strands falling across Mom's face that 
impressed me the most.

To be continued...

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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