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Jenni's Story - 8
by brian_r_98 © 2009
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Jenni gets spanked in front of someone else, learns
there are other girls at her school who have things
done to them, and plays with the new girl. More
masturbation, cum, and fondling. (Mf, ped, reluc,
mast, bi)
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Chapter 8
I had just returned to my room after my shower when
mom came home. I needed that shower after the sweating
and cumming I did bobbing up and down on my rubber
cock. Jim had done the same to me as he had done with
Jessica, a squirt-bath of man cum running from my chin
and chest, a distinct gob balanced on one nipple that,
when I saw it ready to drip, sent me over the edge
into probably MY biggest and best orgasm ever.
Jim took care of living room cleanup while I showered.
I found my rubber friend on my bed, all clean, when I
walked into my room. I was putting it away when I
heard mom close the door from the garage.
Mom dragged herself into the living room, clearly
exhausted, and propped her feet on the coffee table in
exactly the same spot I had been pumping and sweating
not fifteen minutes before.
"This job is gonna be the death of me, I swear." She
smiled up at Jim as he handed her a beer, unasked. Mom
took a big swig before continuing. "We're in the
middle of a new software installation and it's not
going well. My new hours for the rest of this week,
including Saturday, are noon to midnight. I get Sunday
off but have to be ready for a similar schedule next
week if there are problems during the run testing on
Sunday."
Mom took another big swig. "God, I hate my life right
about now." Jim headed to the kitchen and returned
with another beer just as mom set down the first, now
empty bottle.
"Jim, can you be here for Jenni all this week? I know
you had some things planned, but I can't be here when
she gets home..."
Jim smiled reassuringly. "No problem, honey. I'll give
Jenni everything she needs..." I hid a smile at that,
visualizing more hot ropes of cum squirted on my body.
Yea, Jim would be giving me things all right...
Mom was already finishing the second beer, set it down
hard, and stood up. "You have no idea how much better
I feel knowing my baby is well-taken care of. I'm
going to bed, I'm exhausted." Mom shuffled down the
hall, mumbling 'g'nites' to us both.
Jim smiled at me. His voice was soft but carried that
authoritative tone that I both craved and feared. "I
hope you realize you'll be spending a lot of time
naked over the next several days. Be sure to get as
much homework as possible completed at school, before
you get home. If my fun, our fun begins to interfere,
let me know. You may be doing your homework naked, but
you'll get it done first."
"Yes sir. I think I can get most of my usual homework
done at school. I do have a project I have to turn in
next week and I can't wait until Sunday to start it.
I'll tell you more about it after school tomorrow."
"Good. Now, off to bed with you. Tonight has been a
busy night. And today was only Monday..."
I don't know what made me do it. I think I could count
the number of times I'd kissed Jim at maybe a half-
dozen, including my excitement over the Christmas
thong panties. But when I stood up I walked over to
him and took his face in my hands and laid on a lip-
lock that would have thrilled a rock star. I even
slipped him my tongue. And, with Pussy tingling yet
again, I headed off to bed.
Tuesday at school Jessica was a little weird to me.
Not cold or hostile, more like she had no idea what to
say. I sat next to her at lunch, hoping to talk about
it, but several of our friends, both boys and girls,
sat with us and there was no chance. Finally during
our study hall last class period, most of the other
students had taken passes to various locations – the
library, the office, the nurse, to another teacher for
help – leaving Jessica and I and two others in the
room. The teacher excused herself to go the bathroom
and I poked Jessica to get her attention.
"Are you going to talk to me today?"
"Jenni, I have no idea what to say... Was last night
real? I was awake for hours, reliving that moment over
and over. I..." Jessica looked around then leaned in
closer, her voice softer. "I played with my pussy
twice more before I could go to sleep."
"Yea," I said, "I did the same thing the first time
Jim touched me. My body was screaming to be touched
again but there was only me. Not the same, is it?"
"No way! Having a guy touch you is sooo different,
more powerful, if that makes sense."
"Oh, I know exactly what you mean." I looked over at
the other students to make sure they weren't listening
in, but they were engrossed in their own conversation.
"Can you come over after school again this week,
before Saturday? Maybe you could stay overnight on
Friday night!"
"I haven't even asked my mom yet about the mall on
Saturday," Jessica said. "That would give me an excuse
to ask, and it would make it easier on mom not having
to drive me to the mall on Saturday."
"Ok, then let's plan it that way. You ask your mom
about staying over on Friday and going to the mall on
Saturday. I'll double-check with Jim, but you know
he'll say yes. And don't worry about golf balls, I
know Jim has several packages and we can give you
one."
"Golf balls? What do I need...oh...I forgot."
Jessica's blush exploded from her blouse, up across
her face. "Before I sat on your...toy...I would have
told you I couldn't ever get anything like that in
my...me. But now? Hah, will three be enough? I STILL
feel stretched and full!"
I walked home after school, just as I always did and,
without even seeing or hearing Jim in the house,
stopped by the kitchen table and dumped my book bag
and proceeded to remove my clothing. I padded into the
living room oblivious to the world. And stopped dead.
There was another man in the house, sitting next to
Jim. My mind froze, I wasn't able to move, I'm not
sure I was even breathing any more. My heart was going
a thousand miles an hour and I am certain I invented
new shades of red in my utter embarrassment. Having
your mom or your girlfriend see you naked was one
thing, and I even was used to Jim seeing me naked. But
not this...
"Oh, Carl, this is my step-daughter, Jenni. This is
standard practice for her when she comes home from
school, either when she's alone or here with just me.
Her mom wouldn't understand..."
"No problem, Jim. As I said, we have some similar
practices at my house. I really want our step-
daughters to meet. When can we set it up?"
What? There were other girls like me?
Jim answered, "How about you stop by tomorrow after
school? Come by about this time and we can make an
evening of it, supper included."
Jim turned to me. "Jenni, this is Carl, a co-worker,
who I discovered has, well, similar interests. He's
bringing his daughter, Cassie, over tomorrow
afternoon."
"Um, yea, I heard. Um, I'm just going to, um, go back
and get my clothes now..."
Jim spoke sharply. "No, you're not. Carl was impressed
by what I told him of your punishment routine, so
we're going to show him what it looks like." Jim stood
up and pulled his belt from his pants. "Get over here
and bend over."
Now I was afraid. Not of the punishment. I know I'd
taken worse from Jim and from my mom than what he was
likely to give me just to show Carl. Besides, if I
guessed right, his 'punishment routine' wasn't really
about the whacks with the belt, it was about the
fondling he would do to me after. And I was afraid he
would allow Carl to do the fondling.
I hadn't moved when Jim stepped to me and grabbed me
by the arm. He pulled me sharply to where he wanted
me, anger clear in his face. I'd crossed a line,
defied him in front of another man, and I knew I was
really in for it now. I had thought Jim's whacks with
the belt would be relatively mild. Now he had
something to prove. I'd made a very bad mistake.
As soon as Jim had me in the 'right spot' he motioned
to Carl to go sit in the big chair that Jim usually
occupied. I quickly bent over and grabbed my ankles,
oblivious to the view I was offering Carl and
desperately trying to get back on Jim's good side, if
that was even possible.
The anger was evident in Jim's voice when he spoke to
me. "I was going to only give you ten licks with the
belt, but now it's twenty and I know that you know
why. Keep the count."
Yup. I'd crossed the line with Jim and it would
probably take a week to even things out. "Yes sir," I
said without hesitation.
Between my legs I could see Carl loosening his pants.
I knew he'd be stroking himself within moments, just
as Jim usually did, and that very soon I'd be seeing
only the second adult male cock of my life.
I heard the whistling of the belt as Jim's arm
descended. I tried to ready myself for the pain I knew
was about to come, hoped I could get the number out
before the wave of hot agony spread from my butt. It
struck. "OnesiryeaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" It
came out all in one breath. Funny how the mind makes
the body forget about pain from the past as a way of
protecting itself.
Tears were already running from my eyes and, because
my head was down, running into my ears. The belt
whistled again. SMACK!!!
"Twoohmygodaaaaaaaaaaahhhhsir!"
I was panting. My legs were weak. I had eighteen more
of THESE? I would die. I would be crippled. I would be
scarred. I'd never be able to wear a swimsuit again,
even a dress. I'd have to turn my back on everyone and
get undressed and dressed for gym at school with my
ass in a corner. And the belt whistled again.
This time Jim took something off the stroke.
Apparently he wanted to get my attention but now was
settling down to finishing this lesson with energy-
efficient but still painful blows. "THREEsir." This
was more manageable.
They continued at this intensity for the remainder of
the twenty. My ass burned from just above my ass crack
to partway down my thighs. Finally the twenty strokes
were over. There was a distinct pause, almost a
slowing of time, when the only thing I could hear was
my own panting and the only thing I could feel was my
heart pounding and the intensity of pain in my ass.
Jim's voice cut through my mental haze. "Against the
wall, Jenni, just like usual. I'll go get your golf
balls."
I glanced at Carl in the big chair, not at all
surprised to see his hand firmly grasping his cock.
But I also did a double-take – it was bent! I swear it
make a distinct left turn partway up.
With my nose to the wall my mind raced through what
would likely happen next. The first was that Jim would
fondle me like he always did and Carl would watch. The
other was that either Jim would start then let Carl
take over, or Jim would just let Carl have at me. I
didn't much like the second option, and was afraid of
the last one. I was used to Jim touching me, making me
more aroused. Somehow that didn't seem nearly as kinky
as having "some old guy" I had only just met do the
same thing.
Jim appeared at my side with my three golf balls in
his hand. "Wet these in your mouth and one by one
insert them in your pussy."
I took the golf balls in my left hand then put the
first one in my mouth. The pain of the spanking had
left my mouth a little dry and it was a moment or so
before I could work up any spit. Finally I reached up
with my right hand and took the first one. My left
hand immediately placed the second ball in my mouth as
I was reaching between my legs with the first one. As
I bent a bit and spread my legs my butt bumped into
something. Jim was to my left, but this was behind
me... Carl!!
'Oh, god,' I thought, 'that's his cock bumping me.
Ugh!! He bumped me with his ugly bent cock!' My
fingers fished for my pussy opening, finally finding
it, but less wet than usual. The reason immediately
popped into my head – 'it's because I had an audience
I didn't want.'
I couldn't get the golf ball past my dry pussy lips,
so I brought my right hand to my face, the golf ball
palmed, spit on my first two fingers, then back to my
pussy to smear the spit and a second try with the
ball. This time, with a little push, it went in. With
a solid object in her, Pussy suddenly decided that
juicing up wasn't so bad an idea.
Now my body was responding. Apparently Pussy liked the
idea of a new audience better than I did. I moved the
second ball from my mouth to my pussy and it took very
little to get this one in. Pussy was suddenly very
wet, as in wetter than I usually was with Jim. Yea,
this audience thing might have something to it after
all.
The third ball went in very easily. Heck, I probably
could have pushed it up inside me without having wet
it in my mouth first. Now, with my arousal higher than
usual, I was having trouble keeping the golf balls
inside my pussy. This was the kind of feeling I used
to get in the pit of my stomach months ago with just
the IDEA that some guy, unnamed and faceless, might
see my naked, developing body.
Now I was a very accustomed to being seen, but Carl
was a new face, a new twist, and my arousal was
heightened. It wouldn't take much to put Pussy over
the edge. Jim leaned in from the left and tweaked my
nipple. I looked down at his finger twiddling back and
forth over it and marveled and how big and hard the
nipple was getting. Suddenly there was sensation on
the other side. I looked to my right and saw Carl's
smiling face and his hand twiddling my right nipple.
And I relaxed.
Carl's face wasn't the pervert's leer that I expected.
He looked almost the same as Jim did. That's what made
me relax. Yes, Carl was a 'stranger', but it was like
looking at another Jim. This guy was a 'known
quantity', a familiar presence, and so I relaxed.
With both nipples being played with at once, I was
ascending the heights toward a big orgasm and climbing
quickly. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the
feeling. A hand brushed my sparse pussy hair and
gently rubbed past my clit to center under my pussy
hole. Jim's voice entered my head. "Slowly release one
ball at a time. When the third ball drops, your orgasm
will hit. You can do this, YOU can control when it
happens."
The hand at my pussy shifted slightly, fingers of an
open palm pushing my thighs slightly farther apart and
the thumb resting softly on my clit. With that kind of
touch, this wouldn't take long at all.
I contracted my pussy muscles and pushed the first
ball towards my opening. The fingers moved up to rest
against my pussy lips, the thumb beginning a circular
motion over my clit. I was in a canoe about to go over
a waterfall, and I WANTED to. Another push and the
first ball popped out. My arousal spiked and receded,
but not as far as it had been before the ball popped.
I was closer.
Another contraction and the second ball shifted. Once
the first was out, there was more room for the
remaining two and it took a bit of maneuvering to
nudge the remaining ones into place. Another push and
the next ball moved closer. That circling thumb was
driving me nuts and I pushed against it, squeezing
muscles at the same time. The second ball popped and
the arousal spiked, but this time it didn't recede as
much as the last time. I was closer.
Fingers were replaced by a tongue on one nipple, then
the thumb changed direction on my clit, and my arousal
jumped a notch. I grunted as I contracted my pussy
muscles to move the last ball into place. As I
squeezed I squatted a bit and widened my legs. The
hand waiting for the ball met my pussy lips, the thumb
was jammed against my clit. I almost lost it, my legs
quivering.
Jim's voice was in my ear. "Don't lose it, girl. If
you come before that last ball pops out, we'll be
doing this again with harder strokes from the belt.
YOU control it, baby."
The idea of restarting this whole punishment sequence
scared me, causing my arousal level to drop and that
frightened me. I scrunched my eyes tighter, squatted
again, and squeezed my pussy muscles again. As I did I
felt a wet finger in my ass crack, reaching from
behind. Whoever it was, a finger up my ass would be
the stimulus that I needed to pop the ball and pop my
cork, but could also cause me to pop early. Not good.
The finger was more insistent. Good thing that when I
contracted my pussy again it shut my little rosebud
tight. I was close. I relaxed a bit and then pushed
harder to drop the ball. The moment I relaxed that
finger worked it. It wasn't just wet, it was greased
with something, and it slid in all the way to the
palm. The tip worked against the wall between ass and
pussy and it nudged the ball.
'Oh, god,' I thought. 'Here it comes!' One last
squeeze from me and the ball popped. At the same
moment the fingers on my nipples pinched, the finger
in my ass did a twirl, and the thumb on my clit mashed
hard. And over the edge I went, falling hard in my
bliss as wave after wave of orgasm crashed over me.
Yea, I'd thought last night's with Jim's cum across me
was big. Nah, not even close to this one, not even in
the same league.
Without Jim and Carl to support my weight I would have
collapsed to the floor with the intensity of that
orgasm. The hands on my nipples shifted to hold the
entire boob, lifting me up and carrying me to the
couch. I was set down gently, my eyes only just
fluttering open to see Carl hunched over me, his hand
madly jacking that bent cock, and the first spurts
flying across my body. I was covered. I had cum in my
hair, across my face, on my boobs, puddle in my belly
button, and caught in my pussy hair.
Without another word, Carl did up his pants and
straightened his shirt, and turned to Jim as he walked
toward the kitchen. "See you tomorrow after school.
Cassie needs to learn this routine. Jenni, you were
amazing. I like this a lot." And he was gone out the
door.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
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 system.
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