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(Mff, ped, bi, spank) *** Chapter 3 – What I Learned About Cocks Jessica couldn't come home with me the next day, Thursday, and had family things every day for the next week and more, so we couldn't schedule anything. When I got home on Thursday I called out to Jim right away, to tell him Jessica wasn't with me. He wasn't angry but he did seem disappointed. I told him we weren't able to make other arrangements either. I think he expected that we would be his entertainment for the afternoon. Then he asked me what I was doing still dressed... I was confused at first. What did he mean, "still"? Then I blushed. He expected me to be naked in the house at all times when it was just him and I. I turned to a nearby chair and dumped my school backpack. I stood looking at Jim as I began to unbutton my blouse. My nipples were hardening and I realized I was getting excited, turned on. My blouse soon joined my backpack, as did my hastily removed bra. It was like I couldn't get undressed fast enough. Jim stepped backwards to his favorite chair and sat down, his eyes never leaving mine. My skirt fell to the floor, my panties right after them. As I stooped to pick them up Jim said, "Leave the knee socks and shoes, they look nice." Then he reached next his seat and turned on the radio on the small table. As the music started Jim said, "Dance." It didn't sound like a request... I was confused. Dance? With him? He was still seated, how could I? "Dance, girl! Like you want me to think you're sexy. I said dance!" The revelation of what he was demanding hit me like a brick in the face. I was to be his naked entertainment. His naked, dancing, entertainment... I'd heard about places that men went to watch girls dance, to dance naked, or to strip while they were dancing. Usually I'd heard they were nasty places, where men went to be bad, where the girls were slutty and did sex things for money. Is that what he wanted me to be like? I was still standing, stunned to immobility, when Jim burst from the chair, one hand ripping the belt free from his pants, the other grabbing my arm and spinning me around against the couch. His strong arm pushed me forward over the arm of the couch as his knee trapped my legs against it. I bent in half like a folding table. Two quick swipes with his belt across my naked butt and thighs and I was yelling with pain. Mom's swats never came close to hurting this much. "When I tell you to dance, I expect you to start moving immediately! Ask what kind of dancing after you're moving! Do I make myself clear?" "Yes! Oh, God, yes, sir! I'm sorry, Jim. I'm sorry, sir!" Just as quickly as he'd grabbed me, he released me. He dropped his belt beside his chair and sat down again. "So, start dancing already!" The song playing on the radio happened to be one of the most popular current tunes, one my girlfriends and I listened to, knew the words to, and even danced to in our little girl groups. So I started dancing. At first I was intensely aware of just being naked and moving. Then I became more aware of Jim's eyes on my bouncing boobs and swaying pubic patch. I knew I was blushing, I could feel the heat of it spreading from my face and down my chest. Just as quickly, my blush turned to arousal as I felt my nipples harden again and my pussy start to get damp. I could feel the coolness of the moving air on my damp pussy hair. Jim's hand moved from the arm of his chair to the front of his pants, adjusting that lump I'd seen before when I'd been punished in his presence. This time, however, he wasn't trying to hide his movement from me. He wanted me to see what he was doing. The song changed, to what I don't remember, but I kept dancing without a break, a light sweat putting a sheen on my girl body. My boobs felt bigger, my nipples harder than I ever remember. I must have closed my eyes as I was dancing because when I opened them the sight in front of my eyes almost made me stop dead in my tracks. Jim's hand was pushed into the front of his open pants, apparently stroking his large and very hard cock. I guess he must have opened his pants while I was dancing, eyes closed. I'd never seen a cock before, certainly not a full-grown, erect one, and I guess I still hadn't seen all of it, but it was obvious what he was doing. I suppose the pictures in the magazines at Jessica's house counted, but a picture is not the same as the real thing. And here one was, a real cock, obviously hard and it was only a few feet from my dancing, sweating, wet-pussy-excited, thirteen-year-old body!! Abruptly, Jim grabbed the front of his pants, got up and shut the radio off. "Go take a shower. Then get your homework done. You can put something on right before time for your mother to come home." I didn't even grab my clothes, just ran immediately to the bathroom. How had my life changed so fast, so completely? Was it only a few weeks ago that I yearned for Jim's touch after a spanking? I know I was young and inexperienced, but I thought this was all pleasure and fun, a sense of getting away with something. Now I was beginning to feel captured, cornered, like I'd started down a one-way path with no way to turn around. The next day, Friday, I woke up not feeling well. Nothing bad, more like a 24-hour bug. But after I threw up my breakfast, my mom called my school and said I wouldn't be in that day. That was fine with me. I stayed on the couch until late morning when mom went to work, queasy and almost dizzy the whole time. Mom made me drink ginger ale, and I did manage to keep that down along with some crackers she gave me. With that small victory mom felt she could safely leave for work. "Jim will be home in a few hours. Take a quick shower then go back to bed and rest. I bet you'll feel better then." After my shower I reached into my drawer for clean panties and an oversized t-shirt. For some reason, and without even thinking about it, I never did put the panties on, leaving them on the end of the bed. Within twenty minutes of climbing into bed I was asleep. I awoke briefly with a ticklish sensation on my butt. As I turned my head Jim kissed me on the cheek and I felt his hand under the covers, fondling my panty-less ass. "Your mom called me to say you were sick. Stay in bed, I'll make you some soup later." Probably near 6 p.m. I finally staggered from my room and went to pee. Jim heard me up and about and came down the hall. I hadn't closed the bathroom door and he arrived in the doorway just in time to see me lift the t-shirt and wipe my pussy dry. "Are you up? Or are you headed back to bed?" "I think I'm up for a while. Can I have that soup now? "Coming right up. Why don't you move out to the couch and I'll bring it to you there?" When I made it out to the living room Jim had already arranged a big blanket, a glass of ginger ale, and the TV remote for me. I plopped down and snuggled in. I don't think I fell asleep but I have no recollection of anything until the soup arrived. Amazing what a little chicken noodle will do for a body. Jim was an absolute angel, kind and caring. More than once as he stood next to me I had to fight the impulse to reach up and pat that bulge in the front of his pajama pants... Where the heck did that impulse come from? When I finished my soup and my ginger ale Jim came and collected the dirty dishes. "Go take another shower and put yourself back in bed. You've got the rest of the weekend to recover." After my shower I didn't even pull out new panties. Didn't pull out a t-shirt, either. For the first time in my life I climbed into bed naked. I have no idea why. I woke up because I had to pee. My clock said it was after 11:30. I didn't put on a shirt or robe before padding down the hall to the bathroom. I started back down the hall to my room but stopped when I heard noises from mom and Jim's room, angry voice noises. I snuck down the hall, oblivious to my own nakedness, lured by the sounds and the light escaping from the partly open door. Jim's voice sounded disgusted, not angry. "Your daughter is home sick and you went out for a drink with the girls from work?! What were you thinking?" "But, Jim... You were home with her. I knew she was well-taken care of, that you'd be done work... Please, Jim, not this..." This what, I wondered? Jim seemed unimpressed with her argument. "Enough arguing. You're getting just what you deserve. Strip." Sounded like a mix of mom's punishment routine and the stern voice I'd come to know and follow of late. But mom continued to argue. "JIM!" "You heard me. I said strip!!" By the time I had tip-toed closer to see through the crack, mom was already down to her underwear, her skirt and blouse already tossed on the bed. Mom hesitated but a stern look from Jim and the bra and panties soon joined the other clothing on the bed. Jim disappeared for a moment to the other side of the room. I could see Mom watching him, eyes pleading, head shaking no. But at the same time she was putting her arms behind her back. Jim reappeared in my line of sight, coming up behind Mom as she turned away from him, presenting her back and her pulled-back arms. In one hand Jim held a pair of handcuffs. A couple of quick clicking noises and I could see the handcuffs in place on Mom's wrists. Mom took the couple of steps to the bed and knelt on it, dropping her head forward and pointing her ass into the room. I was surprised to see that there was no hair that tufted from between her legs – she was balder on her pussy than I was! Jim had disappeared again after putting the handcuffs in place and now reappeared with his belt in his hand, the very same one that he'd used on me just the day before. "You'll get ten. I want you to count. Remember that your daughter is lying sick down the hall, so keep your noise down." "Yes, sir." My jaw dropped. She called him 'sir'? His arm came forward and I swear I flinched with every strike of the belt, just as my mother did. Her ass quickly reddened, just as mine did. Jim varied his strokes more than Mom did, however, and at least two caught her high between the legs, right on her bald pussy. My hands involuntarily went to cover my own pussy, and I realized my own nakedness. After the ten strokes were strongly delivered Mom got up with little more than a snuffle and repositioned herself, kneeling on the floor facing the side of the bed. Jim stepped around her and stood with his legs to the edge of the bed. Mom leaned forward on her knees and nuzzled his crotch. Nuzzled? When did I learn that word? Jim smiled down at her and opened his pants. The hard cock I'd almost seen the previous afternoon looked huge to me but I realize now that it was pretty average. Just as mom's lips closed around it, just like I'd seen in the pictures in Jessica's magazines. I was awestruck. Here was a blowjob being performed before my very eyes and I had what I considered a ringside seat. Mom's lips worked their way up and down his cock, sometimes taking it directly into her mouth so far I thought she'd gag. She also worked her lips up and down the length of it, like she was spreading frosting with her lips. Mom seriously looked like she liked it. My perception of doing that was that it was something a female did because she had to, was forced, or stuck with no options. When I finally dragged my eyes away from what Mom was doing I realized Jim was staring at me. He knew! He knew that I'd seen them! And again I realized I was naked, on display. Jim smiled at me and turned himself more sideways, so when Mom's mouth came off his cock I could see it more clearly. I was mesmerized. I had no idea a woman would do that to a man and like it, as Mom clearly did. Mom must have worked his cock for almost five minutes when Jim began talking to her, asking her questions, intended to impress or embarrass me. "You like sucking my cock, don't you, June?" "Oh, God, Jim, you know I do." She was almost whimpering in excitement in between the slurping, licking, and sucking. "Suck it good, suck it like you want someone to watch you suck it." "Oh, Jim, don't say that..." "Sure, June, why don't we arrange it so Jenni can watch you? Would you like that? To have your daughter know how good a cocksucker you are?" I was stunned. He was doing this entirely for my benefit! I was rooted to the floor, staring at them through the crack in the door, oblivious to my own nakedness. I realized I was fingering my pussy in rhythm with Mom's movement of her mouth up and down Jim's cock. Mom pulled away from him. "No, Jim, no. Don't do that! She's too young! She's innocent! It wouldn't be right!" Jim pushed Mom's face away from his cock. "You like to swallow my cum, don't you, baby?" Mom was trying to push her face closer again, trying to recapture his cock with her mouth. "God, yes, Jim, I love the taste of your cum. Let me drink it...!" "Not tonight, baby, I want you to wear it on your face." Jim looked at me again. "Think of it as part of your punishment." Jim started stroking his cock in front of Mom's upturned face. Her eyes were closed, her mouth only slightly open. Jim's left hand reached out to capture the top of her head, his right stroking that amazing piece of meat. "Take it, baby, take my cum." Jim's eyes were locked on mine, and I was matching his pace, one hand strumming my swollen clit, the other pushing fingers up inside me. "Uggh! Here you are, baby, wear my hot load, just for you!! Arrggh!" Thick ropes of cum spurted from his cock and coated Mom's face from her hair to her neck. It dripped from her cheeks and chin to her swollen nipples. I sank to my knees in the hallway as my orgasm overcame me, clenching my jaw to prevent any noise escaping. Jim wiped his dripping cock on Mom's cheek. "You did well. Maybe I'll take the handcuffs off for the night..." "Oh, Jim, you can't leave me like this, please...?" Jim waved his hand in my direction, dismissing me. I struggled to my feet and staggered back down the hallway to my room. I was stunned from what I'd seen. Jim had obviously turned the situation into something done just for my benefit. He wanted me to see his cock, to see what it could do, and to see Mom's adoration of it. His lesson wasn't wasted on me. I couldn't wait to see it again. As I drifted off to sleep, it was the image of the ropy strands falling across Mom's face that impressed me the most. To be continued... *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 61