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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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