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Summer Vacation
by Dawn1958 (dawnharvey1958@hotmail.com)
***
Sarah feels she is too old at 22 to go on summer
vacation with her mother Sally but she is forced, as
Sally thinks it might be the last time they can do it.
Sally invites her closest friend, Karen, and her two
daughters and the summer vacation is one that everyone
will remember. Karen's oldest daughter, Joan, becomes
the dominating force in the summer cabin and she quickly
turns her sexual fantasies into realities. (FF, nc,
oral, orgy, mc)
***
Author Note: Please email me your comments or
suggestions, as I appreciate hearing from readers who
take the time to give feedback.
***
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. Sarah didn't
like the two girls and she didn't look forward to
spending any time with them.
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. The
parents considered Sarah the babysitter because she was
the oldest and the couples forced her to look after the
girls whenever they went somewhere. 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 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 show off 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 by 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, which allowed the
cool air to put goosebumps 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 breathe. 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 and acted 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 and knew
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, which allowed 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 yet 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 and smiled 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 and took 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 and spotted
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 caress, 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 dared 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 protrusions 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 and listened 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 voluptuous 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 at her daughter's chest, she gasped
at the risqué sight. 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 by 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. The girl's 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
anyway. All of a sudden Joan shifted attention to legs
and she started 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 and walked 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 teen's 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 and
grabbed 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
oily bikini material was pushed all the way to the side,
which left Sarah's precious jewel uncovered. Lucky for
Sally that she was wearing sunglasses. Her eyes
virtually popped out of her head when she stared at her
daughter's brazen nakedness.
Sally wasn't sure if it was the fact that Sarah was
completely shaven, which made her look like a little
girl; or the fact her puffy labia were glistening in the
midday sun because they were coated with suntan oil, but
she suddenly lost her courage and stood frozen on the
spot, 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 and down her spine.
She had never felt so mature yet so powerless in her
life, as she did at that moment.
Her mouth opened because she felt obliged to speak, but
it took a second or two 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 when she glanced
outside to see the girls slowly getting to their feet.
The girls leisurely 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, as she
tried to stay out of their grasp.
Sarah eventually headed toward the doors. When she was
half way to the cabin, Sally quickly excused herself by
telling Karen 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... uuummm... 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
and watched 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 and 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... and 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 as if being bound and tied
to the bed that made the affair even more alluring. Her
emotions soared and Sally found it impossible to calm
her rising desire from 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 with her
tongue. "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... 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, which
caused 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're 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 throughout 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. "I heard them... heard all of the
raunchy sex. Do you know what it was like listening to
two teenagers crying out to a slut... and knowing the
slut was your mother," Sarah whispered in disbelief?
"You must have done it all night... 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. That
happens whenever I take a sleeping pill. 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 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 breasts. "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 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... 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. Her 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 tank top 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. "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. The dramatizing scene was so
dramatically played out by the young, vibrant Mistress
and gorgeous submissive slave that it left nothing to
the imagination. Joan was in complete control of not
only Sally, but also everyone else in the room.
THE END
Please email me your comments and suggestions, as I am
always happy to hear from readers. I will let readers
fantasize about what happened during the remainder of
the summer vacation, as I don't plan on writing anymore
about the friendly cabin adventure.
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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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