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Jenni's Story - 6
by brian_r_98 © 2009
***
Young teen Jenni gets spanked by her mother and
stepfather. Then she gets her girlfriend to ride her
dildo, and then is filmed by her stepfather. (Mf, ped,
inc, reluc, mast, bd)
***
Sunday was a quiet day, at least until Mom finally
started doing laundry about three in the afternoon.
She wasn't at it for ten minutes when I hear her yell
my name.
"Jenni! Get your butt in here!!" She was loud enough
to be heard all the way from the laundry room.
I put down the homework assignment that Jessica had
told me about the night before. I honestly didn't have
a clue what mom was yelling about. But I knew that
tone of voice and I had a feeling this might end up in
another spanking...
When I got to the living room, Mom had already coming
into the living room, a pair of my thong panties
dangling from one finger. "And what have I told you
about wearing these outside the house?"
I knew exactly what she was talking about. My
excursion yesterday with Jim included that thong – not
that I actually had it on very much... "Um..." There I
went again – Little Miss Articulate. I knew what was
coming.
"You know what happens next, don't you?"
"Yes mom."
"Then don't keep me waiting. Get over there by the
chair and get undressed."
Wouldn't you know it? Jim chose that exact moment to
come into the living room from the hallway, taking his
seat in the very chair I was standing next to. He'd
timed it perfectly for mom's departure towards the
laundry room where she kept the belt. Jim smiled
broadly at me as he set down on the table next to the
chair a box of three brand new golf balls. 'Golf
balls?' My brain briefly registered as I hurried
through my undressing.
I thought of how much I'd changed since the previous
fall when I was nearly hysterical over my first nude
spanking in front of Jim. Now I think Jim saw me naked
much more frequently than mom did.
I was just bending over to grasp my ankles when mom
came back in. "I couldn't find the belt, but I found
this wooden dowel. It should do the trick..."
'A wooden dowel?' My brain was struggling with the
concept, blood rushing into it as it hung below my
boobs. 'Wait! That's like a thick, strong stick!'
I barely had time to open my mouth to say something
when mom's first blow struck my ass. My intake of
breath to speak became a harsher sucking sound devoid
of intelligent thought. I don't think I was quite done
inhaling when the second blow fell, causing me to
expel my breath in a huffing sound. I think I was
beginning to have tunnel vision by the time the third
blow fell. After that I can't remember anything except
when the blows stopped.
Mom was panting, a glazed look on her face closer to
what I'd seen when she had Jim's dick in her. "I think
that's enough for now. This rod is a lot more
punishing than the belt, so I only gave you ten
swats."
'Swats?' Did she think she was smacking flies? And
ten? I was certain it was at least a hundred... I
straightened up, not daring to put my hands on my ass.
I was certain I was bleeding, but I didn't really want
to know. What I wanted was ice packs for my bruised
buns.
"You know the drill, Jenni, up against the wall while
I finish supper. I'll let you know when you can get
dressed again." She walked out of the living room to
the kitchen and in a moment I could hear the clanking
of pans and the banging of cupboard doors.
I tentatively tried my legs and, to my surprise, they
held me up. I walked to the wall, with my upper thighs
greasily sliding past each other. Oh, my god! Pussy
was very, very wet...she must have liked it! I can
tell you my ass didn't but I was positively dripping.
I heard the crinkling of cellophane as Jim got up from
his chair, his tented trousers leading the way. Seems
my pussy wasn't the only thing aroused.
Jim came up behind me, his fingertips brushing against
the welts on my ass.
"Do you have any idea how incredibly sexy those
stripes look? And I can tell from your wet thighs that
you liked it, too. Didn't you?"
In my embarrassment, I couldn't answer. My face turned
red in realization of how much I had enjoyed the
process of being punished. I hung my head slightly,
afraid to tell Jim the truth he already knew about me.
His caressing fingers suddenly pinched a welt and I
suppressed a squeal as I rose on tiptoes against the
pain. "I asked you a question, little girl. You liked
it, didn't you?"
In my smallest, quietest voice I answered, "Yes, sir."
"I have a special present for you tonight. Considering
the size of your new toy, I'm sure you can handle
this." He held up a golf ball. "See this? I'm going to
push it up your pussy. The ball is no bigger around
than the head of that dildo I gave you. I know you can
fit one up there. I'm almost certain you can fit two.
So, tonight we're going to try to fit all three."
He held up the first one. "Open your mouth and get it
nice and wet with your spit. When you're ready, nod
your head and I'll take it from you."
I turned my head towards him and opened my mouth. Jim
fed me that ball like it was the tastiest morsel I was
likely to get all week. I really had to open my mouth
wide to get it past my teeth, but it fit without too
much trouble. I rolled it around in my mouth, covering
it with spit, then pushed it to the front of my mouth
and started pushing it past my teeth, just barely
holding it in with my lips. And I nodded.
Jim's hand came up and took it from my mouth. At the
same time he inserted his other hand between my legs,
pushing them apart, giving him room to reach my pussy.
Jim stared into my eyes as he brought the ball under
my crotch, pressing it against my pussy lips, working
it back and forth to settle it into my hole.
Suddenly I felt it in place at the entrance. "Relax,"
he said, "and it will go in much easier."
I closed my eyes briefly and bent my knees slightly,
working my hips slightly and relaxing my muscles. I
felt pressure, harder at the edges than what I
remembered from the much more rubbery dildo, and
suddenly it popped past the entrance and I felt the
fullness of it inside me. Oh, it was so weird having
that round thing in me.
Jim gave me no rest, though, as he brought the second
ball to my mouth. We repeated the spit lubrication and
in a moment, ball number two followed ball number one
up inside my pussy. That feeling of fullness was much
harder to ignore and I felt like the golf balls were
getting heavier. I know it was only psychological, but
I swear it was as if Jim threw a switch and caused
gravity to increase!
"Ball number three. Open wide." Jim's voice pulled me
back to reality and I dutifully worked that one around
in my mouth as well.
"Ok, here's the test. Can she do all three, ladies and
gentleman?" Jim's grin brought a little levity to an
otherwise weird situation – an adult male was stuffing
golf balls up the pussy of his nude, thirteen year old
stepdaughter.
This one was harder. The combined space occupied by
the three golf balls was longer than the dildo I'd
played with, and much less forgiving. At least the
dildo's true-to-life cock shape was tapered at the
tip...
I grunted slightly as the third popped into place,
that feeling of heaviness returning in full force.
"Five minutes – I know you can hold them for five
minutes." Jim spoke with such certainty that I
actually felt guilty for doubting myself.
It turned into the longest five minutes of my life. I
needed to concentrate in order to keep my pussy from
spreading open and dropping a ball, or all of them, on
the floor. But Jim wasn't going to let me do that. He
moved to directly behind me when he saw that furrowed-
brow look I had. His hands reached around my shoulders
and grabbed my nipples. Not hard, but definitely
pinching, working, twirling, pulling on them. And my
concentration slipped. And a ball dropped out.
"Oh, that's not good. I'll have to find a way to
punish you for that." Jim reached down and retrieved
the ball from the carpet and pushed it at my pussy
again. "Spread," he commanded. And I spread my legs.
It went in easier the second time, which told me two
things – I was becoming accustomed to having an object
that size pass through the opening to my pussy, and
that it would be harder to keep it in because it was
easier to get it in.
"Keep a tight grip, girl, no matter what I do or say.
Now, shall we try this again?" Jim said as he reached
for my nipples a second time. This time I was better
prepared, and I kept a tight hold on the I-swear-to-
God heavier contents of my vaginal cavity.
"So, did you talk to Jessica?"
The change in subjects almost made me drop a ball.
"Um, yes. I got my homework from her."
"And is she coming over?"
Somehow I knew this wouldn't be good for Jessica.
"Yes, tomorrow after school. Her mom is working late
and her dad is out of town on business. I plan on
asking mom if she can stay for supper."
"Your mother will be working late, too, so I'll be
making supper." Jim smiled – that almost evil smile
that told me there was too much happening for me to
understand. "Of course she can stay. And here's what I
want you to do to set things up."
So, there I was, standing against the wall clutching
three golf balls in my pussy, having my nipples
pinched and pulled, and trying very hard to understand
the very precise arrangements Jim had made for
Jessica's visit. If I screwed it up, Jim explained, I
would be the one paying the price.
Jim finally felt I was prepared. "Ok, you've repeated
my instructions back to me twice, perfectly. I think
you've got it. Now, pop out the golf balls one at a
time. That means you'll have to loosen your grip to
push one out, then squeeze again to keep the others
in."
God, I think that was harder than keeping them in. At
first I couldn't figure out which muscles to "push"
with, until Jim compared it to pushing the last of my
pee out... The first one popped out almost too easily.
The second one I almost lost because I pushed too
hard. The third was hardest because there was nothing
else pushing against it, but I finally managed to pop
it out into Jim's hand. I was beginning to be afraid
it would be stuck up there.
Jim handed them to me just as my mother yelled from
the kitchen to go put something on and come back out
for supper. Jim just smiled at me as I gathered my
clothes and headed down the hall to my room. Tomorrow
would be interesting.
Monday at school Jessica was a bit weird. Catching up
with the missed lessons, assignments, and class work
from Friday was the easy part. The hard part was
looking Jessica in the eye. I couldn't tell her about
Saturday and I couldn't tell her the plan Jim had
drilled into me yesterday afternoon. I felt like such
a traitor as we left school at the end of the day and
walked to my house.
Just as Jim had promised, he had parked his car
somewhere away from the house so Jessica wouldn't know
he was already there.
I unlocked the door and entered the house, dropped my
book bag and started to get undressed, even before
Jessica had the door fully closed.
"Gawd, Jenni! Do you do this every day?"
"Yea, when Jim isn't home yet. I like being naked,
don't you?"
"Well, sure, but most of the time I go to my room
first. I dunno, it just doesn't seem...safe or
whatever to just dump clothes here..." Jessica was
obviously nervous about this, despite our earlier
escapades. "What if your stepdad comes home and finds
all these clothes on the floor? He'd know we were
naked and see our underwear! Gawd, I would be so
embarrassed!"
"Oh, relax, Jessica." My voice sounded calmer than I
felt. "We can just bring all this stuff into my room."
I turned and gave her a grin. "Besides, I have a new
toy I want to show you..."
"A toy? What do you mean a toy? Aren't we a little old
for dolls?"
"No, a girl toy... Kinda like your cigar tube." I
paused and grinned a little wider, "Only better..."
Now Jessica was interested. I watched her remove her
bra and noticed how perky her usually small nipples
were. "A toy? You mean a real, like, looks real, oh my
god where did you get it!"
The big lie... "On Sunday my mom asked me to take a
couple of boxes out to the curb to be picked up as
trash. In one of the boxes I saw what looked like new
packaging, you know, stuff that had never been
opened." I paused in my rehearsed story. "So, I opened
the flaps of the box and found a bunch of little kid
stuff that we obviously didn't need. But toward the
bottom of the box I found this...thing... I knew what
it was right away...and I knew that if my mom had put
it in this box she wouldn't miss it and wouldn't
expect it to NOT get thrown away. So, I kept it."
By that time we had walked to my room, clothes in
hand, dumping them in a mingled heap on my bed. I
reached into my closet and took out the special shoe
box. With a big grin on my face I dumped the contents
on the bed, the dildo and golf balls bouncing slightly
as they hit the blanket.
The look on Jessica's face was priceless. She looked
like she was seeing a real cock, severed from the
body, dumped before her...
"Well?" My voice broke the silence. "What do you
think?"
"Oh my god, it's got like balls and everything... Have
you used it? Crap! How could you, it's so big! Did it
fit? Was it nice? Ohmygod, listen to me... Um... Can I
try it?"
I laughed. "I was hoping you'd want to try it. See
this suction cup? Imagine it against the shower
wall... or on a table top... It won't fall over or
move around. You won't even need your hands to hold
it, except to put it in."
I got up from the bed and started towards the door.
"C'mon, the coffee table will work perfectly." As I
walked out, I grabbed a couple of scarves from the
back of the door.
Jessica followed me out, her eyes fixed on my fake
cock. I glanced back at her and smiled. I could see
wetness on her thighs as she walked. She was obviously
turned on by the idea of what she was about to do.
I brought the suction cup end of the dildo to my mouth
and gave it a swipe with my tongue. Then I planted it
sharply on the corner of coffee table. It attached
with a solid but wetly sucking sound. I knew it was
secure.
Jessica didn't need my help. She backed her butt up to
the corner of the table and settled herself towards
the tip of the dildo. She brought her right hand down
and grasped it as she settled herself on it, slowing
as the tip penetrated her tight teen pussy. Gawd, I
was jealous just looking at her. For as many times as
I'd tried it, I hadn't done this yet.
Jessica worked her hips back and forth a bit, wetting
the dildo before pushing herself down farther.
"How much do you think you can take?" I wasn't sure
she could do the whole thing if the only other
practice she'd had was her cigar tube.
"Hah. I'll sink right down on it... Ungh, I as soooo
horny right now." Jessica matched her words with the
lowering of her hips. Her right hand came away as she
lifted her head and closed her eyes. "Ungggghhh... oh,
it feels so good going up my pussy... ungggh..."
The sight of her skinny butt rising and falling slowly
on that rubber intruder was damn sexy, let me tell
you. I rolled the scarf.
"Here, try this as a blindfold." I brought the rolled
scarf around her head and over her eyes. "It will help
you concentrate on the sensations inside your
pussy..."
Jessica's hands came up to hold it against her eyes as
I tied it behind her head. "Now don't you feel like
the only two things in the world are you and that
rubber cock? Oh, you look so sexy riding that
thing..."
Jessica's breathing became more ragged as she became
more and more turned on. My words seemed to have an
effect on her. I noticed movement out of the corner of
my eye. It was Jim with a video camera on a tripod
coming from the short hallway to the laundry room and
garage. He made a rolling motion with one hand then
pinched his fingers against his thumb several times,
rapidly. I instantly understood – keep talking, keep
Jessica focused on my voice and her sensations so Jim
could film this without her knowing it.
"Mmmm. Imagine someone watching you as you fuck
yourself on this cock. What would they think of you?
Are you a slut for fucking yourself like this?"
"Aaaaaahhhh... Uggggghhhh... Oh, fuck me, fuck me,
fuck me...I'm fucking myself... Unnnhhh..."
I reached over and gently grasped her arms. My voice
was soft in her ears. "Let me pull your arms behind
you. You can pretend they are tied there. Pretend you
are letting a man watch you fuck yourself on your fake
cock. Do you like being watched?"
"Unnnhhhhh... Frrrrmmmmph... Gah! Oh, god, I'm gonna
cum..."
Jim bent over the camera, adjusting the lens. I think
he was zooming in so my face wouldn't be in the
picture.
"Go, Jessica, fuck yourself on that... Pretend it's
that football player you like, Randy, and he's pushing
his cock far up inside you." Jessica's panting got
more fervent, her legs started to quiver.
"And Randy isn't the only one here. Standing behind
him is that guy Ken from your biology class that you
think is so cute. He wants to pound your pussy after
Randy is done. Are you willing to do two guys in a
row?" Jessica was practically incoherent, emitting a
blubbering wail that probably was some variation on
'Fuck me', but who could understand it?
"Fuck harder, Jessica. Randy is ready to shoot and Ken
wants to fuck you next. Two guys, Jessica, two guys
are going to fuck you... Gawd, what a slut you are..."
That did it. As soon as I said the word 'slut,' she
stiffened and clenched her thighs together. An
inarticulate, strangled moan leaked from her throat as
her orgasm swept over her. I think I was jealous.
Finally, she gurgled to an end and slumped. Jim took
that as his cue to leave, shutting off the camera and
slipping down the back hallway.
I let go of Jessica's arms and she brought them up to
support her on the table corner. Shakily, she lifted
herself off the dildo, juices coating it like
frosting. It was actually foamy. Wow, kinda neat. I
pulled the scarf up over her head and she blinked in
the light.
"I swear to God, Jenni, I could feel someone watching
me. I mean it, like there really was someone else
here. Oh, God, and it turned me on so much... I think
I like the idea of being watched..."
I hid a smile. Jim's thumbs-up gesture as he
disappeared around the corner had thrilled me. I had
pleased Jim! And instantly, I felt the lovely,
decadent perversion of it – I was willing to do sexual
things, even to get my best friend to reveal her
nakedness and own perversion, just to please my
stepfather. Oh, how I've changed.
"Sit down, Jessica, before you fall down. Better yet,
let's go back to my room. I want to show you what I do
with the golf balls." I pulled the gooey dildo off the
corner of the coffee table and used the scarf to wipe
up the wetness around where it had been mounted.
When we got to the bedroom I used the scarf to wipe
down the dildo, too, and put it back in the box. I'd
clean it properly sometime later.
I dropped to the bed next to the golf balls and picked
them up. I slipped one in my mouth as Jessica watched,
a look of confusion on her face. I smiled as I pulled
the wet ball from my mouth and reached between my legs
with it. Pussy was already very wet. She'd obviously
enjoyed Jessica's performance. I watched Jessica's
eyes as I pushed the ball up into myself, her eyes
incredulous as it popped inside.
"The ball is about the same size as the head of the
dildo. If I can get the dildo in, I can get a ball
in." I put another ball in my mouth, got it wet, and
pulled it out.
"Now watch me put all three up my pussy." And so I
slipped the second one in, with the third one
following immediately after. Jessica was fascinated. I
stood up and started walking around. Jessica was
amazed.
"Won't they fall out?"
"Nah. You squeeze them in with the same muscles you
use to hold in your pee when you can't get to the
bathroom right away, and you push them out kinda the
same way, like when you squeeze the last drops of pee
out."
Instantly she understood. "How long have you held them
in for?" Jessica asked.
"So far only five minutes. I'm going to work my way up
a few minutes a day until I get a chance to test it in
public."
"In public!! What do you mean?"
I smiled. "You know, like in the mall, walking around.
But I think wearing panties would be cheating because
they would help you hold them in, so I'd have to take
them off first."
"Go commando? Geez, I thought only boys did that. Oh,
Jenni, that is just so kinky..."
"Oh, and bouncing on a dildo attached to my coffee
table isn't? Besides, it's not like anyone would KNOW
I wasn't wearing panties... Unless I flashed them or
something..." Jessica's look of shock was priceless.
Funny how Jessica had taken the lead in our
explorations of our bodies but how I'd passed her. Of
course, I had an adult tutor and Jessica didn't.
"C'mon, Jessica. We'll get our moms to take us to the
mall next Saturday. We gotta wear skirts, but nothing
too short or my mom will have a kitten. I'll have my
golf balls in my purse. You should get some, too. Then
we can go to the Ladies Room and take off our panties,
put in the golf balls, and then walk around a while."
Jessica shook her head doubtfully. It took me five
more minutes of cajoling before she finally agreed. I
suggested a snack so we headed out to the kitchen. I
stood by the counter while I ate some cookies and had
a glass of milk. Not only did I not trust what would
happen if I sat down but I thought it might be somehow
cheating to help me keep the golf balls in.
Before I realized it, fifteen minutes had passed and I
still had the three golf balls up my pussy. I grinned
at Jessica and spread my legs slightly, squatting to
better reach my pussy. I concentrated my muscles and
popped out the first golf ball. Jessica was wide-eyed.
I popped out the second and put in on the table next
to the first, a slight slime trail glistening on the
table. Like before, the third was the hardest and it
was a couple of minutes before I could feel it pushing
against my pussy lips from the inside. In a moment it
joined its companions on the table.
The phone rang, scaring the daylights out of both of
us. Jessica actually pulled her hands in to cover her
boobs and her pussy. I laughed as I reached for the
phone.
"Hello? Oh, hi, Jim. Yea, Jessica is over, we're
studying at the kitchen table and having a snack.
What? Yea, we're almost out of milk, and yes,
spaghetti sounds fine. Bye."
"As you could tell, that was Jim. He's on his way home
and wanted to know if we needed anything and if
spaghetti was ok for dinner. He's cooking because my
mom has to work late tonight. We should go get dressed
and pull out our books."
Jessica got up from the table and raced down the hall
to my room. I retrieved the golf balls and followed
her more slowly. On the phone Jim had said the video
came out perfectly and that we'd be watching it after
supper. I could hardly wait.
Continued in part 7...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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